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startwelve · 3 months

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💌romantic scene

Eddie Munson x shyfem!reader

Synopsis: You and Eddie are having a movie night and without knowing it, you chose an adult romance movie.

Warning: Only mention of moaning and suggestion of what the protagonists of the movie you and Eddie watch are doing.

Eddie was waiting for you outside his trailer, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You were taking longer than expected for your movie night. Then you showed up, walking tiredly and somewhat breathless.

"Hey, why did you take so long?" Eddie asked.

"I'm sorry," you apologized quickly.

"I'm sorry won't cut it this time, princess. I was really worried, what if you had an accident? What if some psycho stalker was looking for you?" he said semi-jokingly, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow.

"My lip balm ran out, so I had to go to the pharmacy to buy another one," you confessed.

Your confession puzzled him; he couldn't believe you had been delayed because of lip balm. And he wouldn't understand why you needed to have that lip balm with you.

"An emergency with lip balm? Are you kidding, princess?" he asked, obviously not believing a word.

"I'm sorry…"

"I've been waiting for hours, and you were late because of your stupid lip balm?" he said, rolling his eyes before stepping aside and opening the door to let you in. "Anyway, come on, it's movie night."

"It's not a stupid lip balm, it's what helps me stay alive every day," you commented as you entered his trailer.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat on the couch next to you. He remembered your little obsession with lip balms. He chuckled with a smile.

"Alright, maybe your lipstick helps you feel pretty, but saying it gives you life is a bit dramatic."

You frowned, remembering that he loved something as much as you loved your lip balms.

"What would happen to you if your guitar broke right now?"

Eddie raised his eyebrows, and his smile faded slightly. He crossed his arms and looked away. His guitar was very important to him.

"Don't joke about my guitar. It's not the same at all."

"If you say so…"

"It's not the same at all. You can live without your precious lip balm."

Now you crossed your arms.

"No! Because if I don't use my lip balm anymore, my lips will end up as dry and ugly as my grandma's."

Eddie couldn't believe you were arguing over lip balm.

"Anyway, let's watch the movie. What do you want to watch? Horror, action, or romance?"

"Romance…"

Eddie preferred a horror movie. Romance movies made him sick, especially the ones you chose. Eddie's eyebrow raised, and a smile appeared on his lips. He knew what you were doing.

"You want to watch romance? A silly chick flick?"

"Yes, I brought one," you said eagerly and searched your bag for the cassette; the movie was very sugary and sweet.

Eddie groaned.

"Can we watch horror or action? I don't want to watch a cheesy romantic movie."

"You didn't want to watch a horror movie last time; you couldn't sleep well for two weeks," you reminded him. "Fine, fine. We'll watch your little cheesy romantic movie. Are you happy?" he said in an exaggerated tone and raised his hands in a gesture of submission.

"Yes," you replied triumphantly.

Eddie groaned.

"Whatever you say, princess," he said and shook his head. "So, what kind of romantic movie are we watching?" It was the typical cliché of a love triangle between a good girl, a popular guy, and a lonely, marginalized guy. "Oh, so a typical romantic story?"

"I think so."

Eddie rolled his eyes and walked to the TV. He grabbed the remote and turned it on before turning to you.

"So, who do you think she'll choose in the end?"

"Mmm, she always chooses the one who treats her best…"

The movie started, and you watched it. The movie was absolutely sweet, and Eddie was getting bored watching it, almost falling asleep. But you were fascinated by the movie. Until you were horrified when, in the middle of the movie, the popular guy took the protagonist to his dressing room to kiss her, and Eddie started laughing at your expression. He sat down and watched, his lips curving into a smile.

"That's it! We've reached the kissing scene. I bet the loner will swoop in and give her the best kiss, and she'll realize who the real man for her is."

Eddie covered his mouth to suppress a laugh.

"But, Eddie, there's more going on than…" you couldn't finish speaking because of a moan from the protagonist.

Your eyes widened when you heard the sound of the moan; it was unexpected. He looked at you and saw that you were as surprised as he was.

"Well, that's surprising, a scene of true love in a romantic movie? I never would have imagined it."

You grabbed the cassette cover to read it better; you had bought it because you found the cover romantic, and the guy at the counter had told you it was a very good movie. Now you understood why… Down on the left in small letters, it said "+18".

Eddie was laughing out loud at this point. This is quite amusing. No wonder he had no idea a romantic movie could be so explicit. Eddie couldn't stop laughing. He looked at her and noticed how uncomfortable she was.

"Wow, it's even affecting me. I can't believe they put this scene in a romantic movie. Are you okay, princess?"

"Take out the movie, Eddie, I don't want to watch it anymore."

Eddie smiled and got up.

"Okay, princess. I guess the movie was too hot for you to handle."

He walked to the VCR and took out the cassette.

"Why do you say that?"

Eddie laughed again.

"Well, it was pretty obvious that you felt uncomfortable with the love scene. I guess you've never seen anything like it before."

"Never," you confessed with embarrassment.

He raised an eyebrow. It was good to know she was a little inexperienced. It made her even more adorable and cute.

"Really? The way you blushed made me think you had quite a rude awakening with that scene."

"I, umm, yeah," you lied.

Eddie laughed.

"Your cheeks are still a bit red. It's

very cute…"

He still couldn't believe you blushed so much because of a scene like that. "What a protected princess," Eddie thought.

"You?," you asked in a timid whisper.

Eddie arched an eyebrow and gave you a mischievous smile.

"What about me?"

"For you, for you, for you, I mean, umm, did the scene affect you?"

He laughed, finding you adorable.

"Well, I was a bit surprised too. I didn't expect a romantic movie to be so, let's say, realistic. But I didn't blush or anything."

"No?"

Eddie laughed again.

"No."

Of course, your reaction was more adorable than he could ever be. Especially when you're so nervous. He likes this side of you. The innocent side. It's more fitting. He thought it would be fun to start teasing you more for being a protected princess.

"Oh, really?"

Eddie smiled. You were even more flushed now. This was starting to seem more like flirting than just a joke.

"Yes, I didn't blush like you."

You looked at your hands, which were nervously playing with your skirt, then at the TV, and then at Eddie, searching for the words to ask him a question.

"You, you, you know, not, umm…"

"Do I know what?" Eddie asked, with a slightly raised eyebrow.

He found it cute how you kept looking down or away every time you asked something.

You took a deep breath and asked quickly.

"Have you ever done it?"

Eddie froze for a second. "Did she just ask what I think she asked? Why is she blushing even more?" Eddie thought.

"Done what?"

"What they did in the movie," you whispered.

Eddie laughed again and shook his head.

"Oh, do you mean something like this?" His lips quickly approached your face, causing his breath to caress your small, soft lips. You jumped in surprise, and a small scream escaped your lips. Eddie immediately jumped back, startled by your reaction.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you."

You covered your mouth with your hand in surprise; you just didn't expect him to do that.

"I didn't expect it."

"Oh, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. You're being so cute right now," Eddie said with a mischievous smile.

You had only been kissed once in high school, by a guy in the courtyard. You didn't like it. His breath smelled like fish, he used too much saliva, and his tongue almost choked you. And when you confessed to Eddie that you had only been kissed once, he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe you were so inexperienced and hadn't kissed someone more than once. So he decided to keep teasing you.

"Only once? Well, then I guess I should show you the real deal. Would you like that, princess?"

Your cheeks flushed; you wanted to.

Eddie laughed. The teasing was working. Eddie got up and knelt beside you. He extended a hand and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He got very close to your face. Your breath caught in your throat, and you opened your eyes in surprise. Eddie's lips were only inches away from yours, and you could feel his warm breath brushing against your lips. The scent of his cologne filled your nose; it was a perfect blend of citrus and lavender. He brushed your cheek with his other hand. It sent a shiver down your spine.

"Are you okay there, princess?" he joked. "Is it okay if I continue? Or do you prefer we wait?"

You couldn't speak; the words wouldn't come out. "Oh, this is adorable. I think I should do it," Eddie thought to himself. His hand still tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. His lips were so close that you could feel his breath against your lips. With one hand, he cradled your face. You sighed nervously.

"I like that you're so quiet, princess. It makes me want to kiss you more than before." He leaned in slowly, moving his lips very slowly towards yours.

Eddie's lips brushed gently against yours, and you felt his breath filling your lungs. It was soft and warm. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. He had just given you your first real kiss. Eddie's hand was under your chin as he held your face, looking into your eyes, waiting for your response.

"You kissed me," you whispered.

Eddie smiled.

"Yes, I kissed you."

You didn't know what to say; you just wanted him to kiss you again. Eddie leaned in a little more, and then his lips met yours again. This time it was more intense, with more passion than before. You didn't want to break the kiss and waited for you to pull away first. Eddie noticed that you had no idea what you were doing with your lips, so he took the lead. He moved his hands to the back of your head and pulled you a little closer to the kiss. His tongue gently met yours, and his lips moved in sync with yours. Eddie's thumb stroked your cheek, and he felt excited thinking to himself. He continued kissing you intensely. His lips pressed harder against yours, and you could feel his breath in your throat. His tongue explored your mouth, making it a more intimate and passionate moment. Slowly, you pulled away from him, feeling overwhelmed by the kiss.

Eddie let go of your face and sat back down. He hoped you weren't too upset now that he had stopped. Eddie watched you breathe and saw that your face was flushed. You were acting very shy now. And he wondered how you felt about how he kissed you.

"So, princess, did you like my kiss?"

"Yes," you whispered.

"So, is that a yes for me to kiss you again?" He leaned in very slowly, moving his lips closer to yours.

You nodded your head. Eddie leaned in again, this time seeking a less intense kiss. It was softer than a passionate kiss. His hands held you by the cheeks. His tongue touched yours gently. He continued to smile to himself as he kissed her.

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samandcolbyownme · 3 months

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Summary: Anon request - "sam and y/n are watching edits of sam and theirs a ship edit and sam says something and it ends in smut ??"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, friends to lovers, flirting, hair pulling, biting, scratching, fingering, unprotected sex, fluff with smut

Word count: 2.2k | Not edited

I'm going to make this a friends to lovers one shot where y/n makes Sam watch edits of himself and then yeah, you get the rest - I have also tagged specific edits in this one shot.

CREDIT TO THE EDITORS ON TIKTOK!

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"Hey."

You peak around your phone and see Sam shutting the door, "Hey. How was the meeting?" He sighs, walking over to kick his shoes off, "Boring. You know, like usual."

He laughs as he walks over. He pulls his phone out and walks to the side of the couch you're leaning up against.

You look up at him and he nods for you to lean forward. You comply, sitting up to look at him over your shoulder before seeing his arm extend over the back of the couch.

You lean back, your back against his chest as your legs are extended over the rest of the couch.

As you're scrolling on TikTok, an edit of him pops up and you laugh with a smile, "Aw, look, Sam." You tease, "It's you."

You didn't hear the first part, but your heart skips a beat when you hear the words, "I'm gonna ride it, do it just how you like it."

You swipe away and he looks over, "What are you doing? Sorry I was texting Colby back."

You shake your head, "It was an edit of you." You laugh trying to cover up your nervousness. He turns towards you more, looking over your shoulder, "are you watching edits of me, y/n?"

You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, so you try and cover it up, "Yeah, and so are you."

He shakes his head laughing, "No, no. I'm not."

"Too late." You say as you type in Sam Golbach Edits to the search bar, "Look at you." You scroll to show him how many there are.

A part of you didn't realize how good these edits are.

You liked them, but you weren't sure if Sam did exactly.

The edit plays and your stomach flips at, "Into my room I hit her from behind."

"Wow.. okay." You clear your throat and Sam laughs, "They doing something to you or what?"

You roll your eyes, "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

He laughs just enough for you to feel his chest puff out once, "Mhm."

You scroll to the next one, biting down on your lip as it plays, "Sam, what's your biggest kink?"

You pause the video and tilt your head back to look up at him, "Do you remember answering that?" He smiles and looks up, his cheeks slowly turning into a red shade, "Nope."

"Mm I think you're lying." You squint, "Tell me."

He shakes his head, but you're persistent, "Saaaam." You reach up, poking his cheek, "I can just watch the vi-"

"School girl."

You raise your brows, "Oh really?"

"Yeah, yeah." He rolls his eyes, "Moving on."

You smirk, lifting your head up to look back at your phone, "Onto the next." You laugh as you swipe.

"Oh, this one is glitchy." Sam says and you laugh, "Yeah.." you keep your eyes on him through your screen, "It is."

You've come to the conclusion that making Sam watch these edits of him, while being next to him wasn't the best idea, because now you're afraid to even look at him without him seeing right through you.

"Your hair is so fluffy." You smile, "I like it."

He shakes his head as he smiles, ruffling his fingers through it, "Thanks." You look back up at him, "You know what I do miss."

"What's that?" He looks down at you and without thinking, you bring your hand up, running it through his hair, "Brunette Sam."

He smiles and laugh slightly, "Sometimes I miss it, too." He looks back down at you, eyes scanning over your face.

You keep your eyes on him for a few seconds before letting out a sigh and lifting your head. You blink a few times and swipe to the next, pausing the video when you see your name in the hashtags, "This one is me."

"You have an edit?" Sam leans in and right now is when you should have read the full caption because little did you know, this was about you and Sam.

"Touch my neck, and I'll touch yours.. you and those little high waisted shorts.. oh.."

Your eyes are glued to the screen, heart beating harder each time you see a video of yourself switch to one of Sam.

"I think.." Sam pauses as the words - I lied, this is a ship, I love them together, flashes at the end, "Yeah, it was definitely about us."

You don't say a word, mainly because you would love to be with Sam.

"Y/n?" Sam asks quietly. You turn your head slightly, "Hmm?" Sam leans in, tilting his head to look at yours, "You went all quiet. What's up?"

You shake your head, "Nothing. I'm just.. trying to remember what that mashup is."

"Oh.." Sam nods, looking down at your legs that just so happened to be exposed by shorts. His arm slowly drags down from the back of the couch, fingers moving to drag up your leg, "I think.. it's Sweater Weather with.." his fingers hook into the hem of your shorts, "I'm not sure."

You bite your lip as your eyes watch his hand, "Yeah, me either.."

"I think they like us together." Sam chuckles quietly as he brushes hair from your neck, "Wouldn't it be, I don't know.. crazy if-"

You turn your head to look at him and he bites his bottom lip as he stops talking. Your eyes flick from his lips to his eyes, "Tell me what you're thinking."

He pulls his lip from between his teeth, "We make it happen?"

You raise your brows, setting your phone on the couch, "do you want to?"

He shrugs, a smirk toying with his lips as he tilts his head, "Do you?"

"I asked you first." You bite your lip and he sighs, "Well damn. I guess I have to answer." You nod, moving to sit up. You turn around, sitting on your calves as you look up at him, "I guess you do."

He reaches out, laying a hand on your hip, "come here."

You move closer to him and he pulls you into his lap, both hands resting on your waist, "I think we both know the answer to your question."

You tilt your head, "Do we?"

You smirk as he leans up, sliding a hand up your back, "Mhm." He nods as he pulls you in, pressing his lips to yours.

You lean in closer to him, his arms wrap around your waist as your hands slide up his chest to his neck. You slowly grind down on him, earning a deep groan from his lips, "Mm."

"Should we move to the room?" You whisper against his lips and he nods, "we better." You keep your lips on his as you move off of his lap.

Sam's hands are still on your waist as he leans forward. He stands up, wrapping an arm around your waist as you make your way to his room.

He kicks the door closed as you slip your shirt up over your head, tossing it to the floor as he lunges towards you. He lifts you up and lays you on the bed, lips automatically connecting back onto yours.

He moves to kiss down your neck, earning a gasp from you as he gently nips your skin. He leans up, taking off his shirt and throwing it blindly across the room before leaning down and kissing down your chest.

He kisses back up, your hands tangling in his hair as he moves to your lips again, "You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

You nod, "Me too, Sam."

He leans up, smirking as he unties the string of your sweatpants. His eyes scan up your body, locking onto yours as he slips his fingers into the waistband, “Lift your hips for me.”

You rise up, watching as he exposes your legs. He moves off of your legs, pulling your sweats from your body.

He slides a hand up your leg as he lays next to you, kissing your shoulder as he slides his hand over your waist, slipping his fingers into the thin band of your panties.

Your jaw falls slack as his fingers slide down to your clit, circling gently, “I already know you’re going to feel so good.”

You whimper as he adds pressure, “S-shit.”

He kisses up your neck as he slides his fingers down, dipping them inside of you. You arch your back, reaching over to lay a hand on his chest.

He slowly thrusts his fingers in and out, resting his forehead against the side of your head, “Can’t wait to be inside of you.”

You slide your hand down, fumbling around to get the button of his jeans open, “Please.” You whimper out, “I need you.”

He groans lowly as he pulls his fingers out, moving them to his own pants to get rid of them. You slip off your panties, sitting up as you wait for him to undress before you climb onto his lap.

He reaches down, holding his cock steady as you gently glide down onto it.

Your moans mixing as his hands fly to your waist, squeezing your hips as your nails dig into his chest.

You tilt your head back, clenching around him. You tilt your head down to look at him, lips parted as you start to raise up and down, “F-fuck.”

Sam’s eyes lock into your face, watching as it twitches and twists with pleasure, “You look so beautiful.” He moves one hand up to cup your cheek, slipping his thumb into your mouth.

You wrap your lips around it, watching as his jaw goes slack, in awe of what’s before him, “Fuck.” He breathes out, “just like that.”

You keep your slow pace, rolling your hips as you tilt your head back, popping his thumb from your lips. He drops his hand, pressing his thumb to your clit as you rise up and down, moaning loudly as you lean back to place one hand on his shin.

You bite your lip, eyes rolling back as you feel yourself coming into your orgasm, “F-fuck.” You throw yourself forward, burying your face into his neck as you moan.

You slide down all the way, clenching around him as he drags his nails up your back, “That’s it.” He whispers in a raspy tone, “That’s my girl.”

You push yourself up, holding your weight on your arm that’s above his head. You flip your hair off your shoulder, leaning down to kiss him.

He swallows your moans as his hands slide down to your ass, gripping tightly. He rolls over, picking up the thrusts.

He groans into your neck, thrusting as deep as he can go, earning louder moans to come from you.

You drag your nails up his back, whining loudly as he bites down, sucking a spot into your skin. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling as you arch your back.

“M’so close.” He mumbles, groaning lowly as he rests his forehead against yours, “Fuck you feel so good.” He slides a hand down, his fingers digging into your skin as his thrusts grow sloppy.

He groans as he pulls out, spilling his cum onto your lower stomach.

He rolls off of you, letting out a sigh, “Fuck.” He looks over at you and you turn your head to look at him, “I know.” You laugh slightly, “I’m glad we just got it over with.”

Sam gets up, “I honestly wasn’t as nervous as I thought I was going to be.” He goes and grabs you a towel, coming back in, “I mean..” he chuckles as he wipes off your stomach, “I guess we have that edit to thank.”

He winks and laughs as he tosses the towel to the floor.

You nod, “I one hundred percent thank that edit.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The next morning, you and Sam are deciding on a movie and you get an idea, "Let me see your hand."

He slides his hand over, clicking through the movie options as you reach down and grab his hand. You snap a picture, leaning back to type the words, Soft Launch with a wink emoji.

You giggle slightly before hitting add to story. Sam picks up his phone, glancing over at you with a smirk, "What did you do?"

You smile and shrug, "Find out." You laugh as you turn to lean back against him, looking at his phone while he goes to see what you posted.

He smiles and shakes his head, "You're a trouble maker."

Your phone dings and Sam chuckles, "Betcha that's Colby." You roll your eyes, laughing once you see Colby's name on your screen, "You were right."

"What did he say?" Sam leans over and you turn your phone towards him so he can read Colby's text, I know Sam's hand when I see it.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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baby-yongbok · 10 months

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Fan Fiction

Skz/ Dom!Bang Chan x Sub!afab reader - Explicit Sexual Content, MDNI!

✨Masterlist ✨

Word Count: 5,257

Tags: Dom/Sub dynamics, penatrative sex, degradation, unprotected sex, teasing, overstimulation, breath play (mild), oral sex ( f & m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (reader), breeding??, creampie, established relationship, after care.

(Sorry if I missed any tags)

Notes: This is my first ever Skz AU, and I'm nervous but excited to share. Please be nice! Also, i posted this from my phone, so I'm sorry if the formatting is odd or anything. I'm kinda new to posting on here.

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to reflect or portray any of the members in real life!

I do not own the picture attached, credit to the owner. (Found on pinterest)

You woke up in a panic as your eyes searched for the glowing numbers on your alarm clock. As your vision became less blurry, you realized that it was still Sunday and you didn't sleep in and nearly miss work. Thank goodness. You've been trying to get rest whenever you could as of late. Your job was draining you beyond belief, and you had very little things that could help you relax, especially since Chan was always busy with work. You laid still for a while, staring up at the ceiling and pondering the possibilities… What could you do? How could you relax?

Without coming to a full thought you decide to pull yourself out of bed. Your naked feet felt cold against the hardwood and Goosebumps covered your naked legs. Chan always kept the air conditioner at 63 degrees and if you ever changed it he'd lose his mind. You pulled your feet lazily across the floor and let out a big yawn and stretch, stumbling a bit as you became lightheaded. Once you were steady you continued on your mindless journey to Chan's studio. The door was closed as always and you could hear a beat blaring from the speakers. Chan didn't like to be interrupted while he was mixing and told you to only knock if it were an emergency. You stood at the door mulling over your thoughts trying to think of the exact reason that you were going to knock on the door but nothing came to mind.

Fuck it.

You lifted your hand to knock but swiftly stopped once you heard the music on the other side stop. You took a step back with furrowed brows as you figured he was probably editing a section of the track. To your surprise the door swung open and your fiance towered over you as he took in the sight before him. You stood there clad in one of his t- shirts and pink lace panties as you stared up at him.

"I had a feeling you were out here. What're you doing? Eavesdropping? " a grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as he took a step forward to lace his strong arm around your waist and pull you into him.

"I wanted to see you but I heard you mixing so I just kinda… stood here. " Your sleepy brain spilled the truth immediately since you didn't feel the need to hide from him.

"You're always welcome into the studio, love." Your arms snaked around his waist as you hugged him sinking into his toned torso. " Well, I know I told you I don't like being interrupted but still, I always want to see my baby."

"I just woke up and I just… I don't know what to do with myself. It's only six o'clock and I'm just bored." With a sigh you loosen your grip around his waist.

"Hm, how about this, I'll finish mixing this song and then we can do something. Maybe order some take out? Play a board game? Whatever you'd like." Your big eyes glance up to him looking down at you with a sweet smile.

"How long until you're done?"

"Uh, give me thirty minutes, okay?" With another long sigh you let go of your fiancé completely.

"Okay." With a mumbled 'thank you' leaving his lips he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before letting you go and watching you as you slowly stalked back into your shared bedroom. You figure that you'll just spend the next thirty minutes scrolling through your phone looking at TikTok or something while you wait for Chan to finish up. That was until you accidentally pressed the Tumblr app on your phone and your old Stay account lit up your screen.

You had forgotten about your account, ever since the world blessed you with actually meeting, dating and now being engaged to your bias you didn't see any use for it. Of course you were still a fan but you see the boys as your ordinary friends now instead of world famous idols. Even with this logic fresh in your mind your finger began to scroll and you ended up getting lost in what used to be your world.

It's been two hours and Chan is still mixing. Usually this would bother you but you were too immersed in your virtual world to care. You were going back into your likes and reading all of the disgustingly sexy fan fictions that you liked three years ago. Some about Felix and Hyunjin but most of them about your fiancé.

You sat straight up when you came across the one. That one fan fiction that you used to go back to every time you needed that sweet release. Everytime you wanted to pretend that your fingers were Chan's, long before you knew what it actually felt like. Your excited fingers quickly pressed 'Keep Reading' as your eyes scanned the screen and arousal pools at your core. You read for what felt like hours but was probably only fifteen minutes. God did you love this fic. It was your dream till this day to get fucked like that by Chan. Rough and unrelenting. Forceful and Primal. You knew he was capable of doing it but only if you asked and God knows that you were way too shy to do that. In your day dreamy haze you decided to send the fan fiction to yourself so that you could have easy access to it instead of scrolling all the way down your likes every time you wanted to read it. You hit share and then sent it to yourself on messenger. It took a matter of seconds to pass and for you to come out of your daydream to realize that you were thinking of Chan so much that you sent it to him. Your heart dropped into your ass and you swear that your brown skin turned bright red with embarrassment. What do you do? How do you come back from this?

You weren't thinking straight, I mean how could you? You just sent your fiance a smutty fanfiction about him. You weren't thinking, you couldn't, you felt dizzy with the pressure that was building up in your head. You thought that maybe you could stop him from seeing it. You opened messenger and tried to unsend it but it only gave you the option to unsend for yourself. It was then when your worst nightmare came true. Chan's small profile picture on the side dropped down to the message indicating that he had seen it. Your heart stopped or at least you think it did. What were you supposed to tell him? Yes, he knew you were a fan when he got with you but you felt like exposing him to your fangirl world would make him look at you like just that, a fan.

You decided to wait. You weren't even worried about being bored anymore because your imagination had been keeping you very very entertained not to mention on edge. You kept wondering if Chan read the fanfiction or if he just looked at it and laughed before starting to work again. Did he love you any less for sending him fan made work? Or maybe he loves you less for even looking at it. Either way you were pretty sure that you were doomed.

"Alright, I know that, that was way more than thirty minutes and I'm so fucking sorry about that. I just wanted the track to be perfect." You jump at the sound of Chan's voice as he makes his way over to you on the bed and sits down pulling your legs into his lap. "We could still order take out, you must be starving."

He smiles over at you and you know that you must look like a deer caught in headlights with how big your eyes are, yet he says nothing. His smile is unwavering and you can't fathom why. Didn't he see what you sent him? Isn't he disgusted?

"So…? Thai or maybe Italian? We haven't had that in awhile." Chan pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through uber eats mindlessly. "Chicken?"

You decide to take a deep breath and try to compose yourself. If he doesn't say anything about it than fuck it neither will you. Forcing a smile onto your face you try to scoot closer to him and get comfortable. He swiftly welcomes you into his arms and pulls you into his lap so that you can browse together.

"Chicken sounds good but now you got me wanting Italian." You add with a playful forced smile.

"Italian it is, mama." You freeze for a second staring over at your fiancé as he picks an Italian restaurant to order from. He never calls you that, why would he call you that? Are you overreacting? Maybe he just wanted to try something new.

"Do you want your usual?" He asks looking up at you and catching your confused gaze. "Are you alright? "

"Yeah… I'm, uh, fine." No. You were not fine. That was a big fat lie. You were confused but mostly turned on by the new term of endearment. You slowly pressed your thighs together as you heard it echo through your head. The fan fics you read earlier weren't helping either, you were already hot and bothered as it is then he goes and calls you that?

"So, your usual?" You nod your head yes and continue to let your mind race.

"Alright, it'll be here in 25 minutes. Do you wanna watch a movie or something while we wait?" You shrug mindlessly, staring past Chan's face. "Hey, are you alright? You seem off, baby."

Straightening up and looking down at him you smile and try your best to get out of your head, and that nearly works before Chan puts his hand on the back of your neck rubbing his finger along the soft sensitive skin on the side of your neck. "I'm okay" you choke out as the feeling of his big hand on your neck sends chills down your spine.

"Alright, well I'm here if you want to talk, mama." There he goes again. You press your thighs together quickly before getting up off of his lap.

"Let's watch TV, yeah?" Chan smiles over at you as he quickly and nonchalantly scans your entire body taking in your bare legs and lace covered core.

"Sounds good, baby."

The food came and went quickly since the two of you were hungrier than you realized. You watched various random television shows and finished the end of a movie that Chan swears used to be his favorite. The two of you decided to pack it in maybe fifteen minutes ago. You've already showered and changed into a more comfortable cotton pair of red panties and another one of your fiance's shirts. You slid into bed and stared up at the ceiling as you waited on Chan to finish up his shower. You had pretty much forgotten about today's fuck up since he hadn't brought it up to you. It also helped to distract yourself with TV and food but there was still a lingering feeling deep in your chest. Something was off, you just didn't know what. You had noticed that he was extra attentive while the two of you spent time together. He made continuous eye contact that you couldn't seem to keep up with and his hand kept finding its way to the back of your neck. Not to mention that damned name he kept calling you.

The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You sat up to ask Chan how his shower was but instantly went dry at the mouth when you took in the sight in front of you. His dark hair was wet, some strands sticking to his forehead. He was shirtless with nothing but Grey sweatpants on and bare feet.

Holy fuck

You couldn't help but to stare, how could you do anything else with a man like that in front of you. The three years that you've spent together should have prepared you to see him like this. Hell, you've seen all of this man and probably know him better than he knows himself but there was something about the way that he looked right now that just threw you off. It almost felt familiar to you, you just couldn't put a finger on it.

"Do you work tomorrow, baby?" He asked as he looked over at you from under the towel he was using to dry his hair.

"Uh, yeah I do." You could barely get that sentence out as your eyes locked with his. There was a particular gleam in his eye that you didn't quite recognize but you knew he was up to something.

"Hm, I better make this quick then. It would be irresponsible of me to keep you up all night." He throws the towel he was using over to the hamper and starts to slowly stalk over to the bed. "Don't you think so, mama?"

Your brain went to mush instantly as you took in his dark tone and even darker eyes. It was at this moment that you were sure he read it. Everything clicked for you now. The name, the touches, even his outfit, it all came from that one fanfiction.

He crawled onto the bed and over to you slowly like a lion hunting its prey. In an instant he was on top of you. Looking down at you with his burning brown eyes. You couldn't help but to look away and over to the side but that was no use. You felt as his hand slowly snaked up your body and his thumb and pointer finger rested on your chin turning your head to face him.

"What is it? Is my little kitty shy?" You pushed your thighs together involuntarily. "It's just me baby, don't worry, I'm going to take such good care of you. "

"Chan I-" He lifted his finger to stop you from talking.

"What's my name baby?" His tone was dark and demanding as he stared down at you. Dropping down to his forearm next to your head he moved in to whisper into your ear. "I want you to call me by my name when I ruin you."

You were breathless and paralyzed. You racked your brain for the right answer even though you knew exactly what it was. You've called him by his name before so why should this be any different? Why was this so different?

"Chris - Christopher." A dark chuckle left his lips as he lifted himself up to look into your eyes again.

"That's my girl." Turning your head to the side with one finger he wasted no time littering kisses and love bites all over the exposed skin milking small moans from your lips as you desperately pressed your thighs together. "So you want me to break you, huh? "

You freeze as you realize that he's reciting lines from the very fanfiction that you accidentally sent him.

"You want me to fuck you senseless, mama?" He lightly bites at your collarbone before licking up your neck and planting a kiss behind your ear.

"I can do that." His right hand snakes down your body, his nails digging in lightly as he makes his way to your clothed heat. "Oh, baby"

He harshly but slowly rubs on your clothed core taking in the wetness seeping through your panties.

"You're fucking soaked." His eyes burn into yours as he rubs you over your underwear. You try your best to maintain eye contact but you can't help but to let your eyelids flutter shut every time he caresses your clit. "Eyes on me, mama"

You force your eyes open and look up at Chris as he rubs tight circles around your clit using your arousal as lube against your panties. "Let me hear you."

It wasn't until then that you realized that you had been holding your breath. With a shaky sigh you let out a moan and then you just can't stop. The moans just kept falling from your lips and the sound only encouraged Chris to do more. Before you know it he's moved your panties to the side and is tracing lines up and down your slick cunt. He barely touches your clit as he tries to build you up as high as he can. The higher he can get you the harder the crash will be.

"You want to see what you do to me, Jagi?" You frantically nod in response earning a smile from Chris. He pulls his hand away from your core painfully slowly and sits up on his knees straddling you. In one swift motion he dips his sweatpants down and lets his thick cock free from its restraint. You've seen it a million times but right now it feels new. "Look at how hard you've got Daddy's dick."

A moan fell from your lips at the sound of his filthy words. He was always good at dirty talk but this was different. He was playing out a written fantasy right now and your pussy just couldn't take it.

"Chris, please." He looked down at you with furrowed brows as you begged.

"Please what, mama?" He asked as he began pumping his length slowly, teasingly.

"Fuck" you moaned at the sound and the sight in front of you. "Fuck me, please." A chuckle fell from his lips as he watched you squirm under him.

"You're so needy, baby." You groaned at him in frustration. Was he really going to tease you? He was already basically acting out a fanfiction right in front of you. Did he have to add the teasing? You rolled your eyes at him instinctively. You found yourself doing that a lot and usually he thought it was cute but today was different. You watched as his free hand dipped down and grabbed your face and he stared down at you silently for what felt like hours but were merely seconds.

"Did you just roll your fucking eyes at me?" He got off of you while keeping a firm grip on your face. "Someone needs to be put in their place.

Without another word he roughly guided you over to his exposed length and tapped the head of his cock on your red lips. "Open your mouth and suck this dick."

You were taken aback to say the least. Chan was the type of guy who was more of a soft dom and didn't demand you to do much, especially not in such a dark domineering tone. You couldn't stop yourself even if you tried. It's like a button was pressed and your mouth was open, your tongue out and ready to taste your fiancé. He smiled down at you and slowly slid his cock into your mouth filling you up to the hilt. His head fell back in euphoria and he hissed a curse into the air.

You bobbed your head slowly at first trying to get him used to the sensation of your mouth around him but clearly he had other plans.

"Come on, you can do better than that." Both of his hands found their way into your curly hair and gripped the root making sure to not pull too hard. He began guiding you and moving your head faster and faster each time you came up from the hilt. It wasn't long before you began to gag around him with every stroke, your eyes watering from the choking.

"Fuck, Mamas, that mouth is filthy." You looked up at him with your big watering eyes as he looked down at you with his dark ones. You wanted to make him feel good but right now his rough nature was making you weak for him. Could it be possible that you feel better than he does right now? Having your mouth be used for his pleasure could be the very thing that drives you over the edge.

He continued to guide your head up and down his shaft until he suddenly stopped. Pushing your head down to swallow him completely. He forced you to stay in place temporarily, cutting off your air supply and making you gag and choke around him.

"Be good, slut, take it." Your eyes began to water, tears flowing down your cheeks. He pulled you up off of him, completely freeing his cock from your mouth. You gasped as he watched you intently paying attention to your body language.

"What's your color?" You had almost forgotten about the Stoplight system that Chris put in place as safe words for you. You were too focused on your pleasure and his to remember much else.

"Green" He smiles down at you before taking one hand out of your hair and grabbing the back of your neck.

"Good" He sinks his cock back into your throat as he holds you down once again cutting off your air supply " You're such a good hole"

His moans and growls are what keep you going as you gag around him. He pulls you off once again before pushing you back onto the bed. You gasp at the sudden change as he grabs your ankles and pulls your ass to the edge of the bed. Wrapping your legs around him he leans down to finally kiss your wet lips. The kiss was passionate and rough like it was meant to mark you. This was the kiss of a man who wanted you to know who you belong to. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip asking for access that you gladly granted. His tongue explored your mouth. He tasted of sweet spearmint and the smell of his pheromones filled your nostrils. You hadn't even realized that you began grinding your clothed core on his exposed cock until he bit your lip with a hiss warning you to stop, but you couldn't. You needed him, you were desperate to feel him. If anything his warning only made you grind harder and faster against him. The feeling of his cockhead grinding against your clit was euphoric and you only wanted more as time went on.

"Naughty little toy." Chris growled as he broke the kiss. "If it's my dick that you want then that's what you're gonna get."

Grabbing the back of your thighs Chris swiftly picked you up and turned you both around so that you were against the wall. Your legs tightened around him as you squealed. You've done this position once or twice but it's been so long.

"I'm going to make you fall apart on my cock, mama." He buried himself into the crook of your neck being much rougher this time. He bites at the skin leaving marks that you're sure you'll have to cover up in the morning. He growled into your ear making you moan as you tried your best to grind against him. The both of you were growing impatient but you knew you couldn't move until Chris did.

Finally, he moves your panties to the side and teases your entrance with his cock. "Please, Chris, I need you so badly baby. Ruin me, please." A groan leaves his lips as he looks into your pleading eyes.

"You sound so pathetic, baby. You want to be fucked?" He slips his cock into you faster than he usually does but slow enough to allow you to adjust. "Here you go, kitty."

You cry out instantly moaning his name like your life depended on it. He bounced you on his cock picking up the pace with every stroke. He growled curse words in your ear every time you took him all the way, your walls tightening at the sensation.

"Shit, baby, you're so tight around me." Your head fell back against the wall in pure bliss. "Tell me you like it, let me hear you."

"You feel so fucking good Chris. You fuck me so good." Your praise only made him pick up the pace, turning your moans into gaspy screams.

"Fuck, oh my god, Chris… yes, please, yes. " Words mindlessly fell from your mouth as he pounded into you. Sweat dripping from his forehead as he fucked you senseless just as he promised.

"That's it, take it baby." His cock was hitting just the right spot and he stretched you out perfectly. The fact that this position felt so new to you didn't help to contain the arousal brimming over and spilling from your pussy. You felt a knot in your stomach and your toes started to burn as you got closer and closer to your release. That's when he said the magic words.

"Don't you dare fucking cum." The words came out as a breathy growl. It wasn't a demand this time, it was a threat. You whined as you tried your best to contain your growing orgasm but it just kept creeping up on you.

"Please, let me cum, Please Daddy I'm so close." He groaned at you calling him daddy, something he loved but would never admit to anyone else.

"Don't you dare." He growled again, making you whine. You tried, you really did but you just couldn't contain it. Your pussy clenched around him sucking him in like a vacuum and that's when he knew. " Y/N, don't you fucking cum"

That's all he had to say to throw you over the edge. The way he said your name with that darkness lingering on his tongue sent a shock straight to your clit. You couldn't stop it, you tried so hard but you couldn't stop. Your legs shook around him as your orgasm came crashing down. He didn't stop fucking you he only picked up the pace once he realized that you had cum. His thrusts were shorter and harder, he was punishing you.

"Oh, you've done it now." He fucked into you like he hadn't had sex in years. He'd gone feral for you and all you could do was cry out as your sensitive cunt got abused by his cock. To add fuel to the fire he snaked one of his hands in between the two of you to rub your sensitive clit as he pounded into you throwing you into an overstimulation spiral.

"Chris I- I can't take it." Tears welled up in your eyes as he made you feel so painfully good. It was so much but somehow you found yourself wanting more.

"Find a way to." Was all he said as he continued to abuse your aching cunt. "You should've listened."

His strokes were getting sloppier and his moans were getting louder as he felt you clench around him desperately. The knot in your core building up again.

"I'm going to fill you up so good." He moaned into your ear as his orgasm creeped up his spine. "Fuck, yes, I'm cumming baby. "

Just like that you felt Chan's warm sticky cum coat your walls. The same walls that were now sore and desperate for release again.

"Yes, thank you, daddy. Thank you." He fucked his cum into with a few more pumps before turning and laying you back onto the bed. You both panted, trying your best to catch your breath. You were in a daze, a happy cum drunk daze. You couldn't believe that he actually did what was in that fanfiction but God you were grateful.

"So, you want to be a disobedient whore, huh?" Your eyes shoot open as your fiancé's dark tone catches your attention. "You needed to cum, right?"

You slowly shake your head yes and a knowing smile is painted on Chan's face. "Then here." His hand pops against your pussy spanking it as his cum drips from your wet hole.

"Cum again." Chris drops to his knees teasingly slow and pulls you closer to him by your thighs.

"Chris I- .. Fuck." Before you can finish your sentence his tongue runs a hot stripe up your cunt. He groans as he tastes both you and himself in the mixture of arousal. "Oh my gosh"

He continues to lick and taste you wrapping his lips around your swollen and sensitive clit. His tongue flicks at the nub with slow and firm pressure keeping up his rhythm as he circles your clit. You turn into a hip bucking mess at the amount of pleasure you are feeling right now. It's so much but you want more. Your hands find a home in Chris' wet hair as you start to grind into his mouth. He hums his approval in response as he moves his head back and forth to give you more friction, the perfect formula. You feel your orgasm creep up your legs and it's moving faster and stronger than any one you've ever had before. Your vision goes dark and the grip you have on Chris' hair tightens as you scream for him.

"Fuck, Chris, I'm cumming." Your high washes over you like a storm. Your body shaking against his mouth as he continues to fuck you with his tongue helping you ride out your orgasm. High pitched moans leave your lips and you struggle against his tongue as it continues to taste you. Your vision starts to go white when he finally lets go of his hold over you.

"Such a greedy slut." Chris chuckles as you try your best to catch your breath.

"Are you alright? " He asks as he pulls up his sweatpants and plops down next to you pulling you into his arms. "Take it slow, in and out, baby. "

"I- I'm fine" you finally get out in a breathy reply.

"Good, you were amazing, Jagi" He pulls you into a tight hug and you turn to put your leg over his body as you finally find a comfortable breathing rhythm.

"You were better." Chris smiles down at you with knowing eyes.

"Well, you have your little fan fiction to thank for that. I would've never been that rough with you otherwise. I didn't realize that you like being bossed around so much. " A blush creeps up on your cheeks as you hide your face at the mention of the fanfiction. You had almost forgotten about it.

"I'm so embarrassed. I never meant to send you that."

"Hey, don't be embarrassed." He lifts your chin so that your eyes meet his. "I'm glad you accidentally sent it to me. I want to please you in every way that I can and if you want it a little rougher in the bedroom that's fine. I can do that for you. I'm happy to please you, Y/N"

"Did you enjoy it too?" Chris laughs with a wide smile and nods his head.

"Hell yeah I did. You felt amazing and I really liked topping you like that."

"Good" You say with a blush.

"Okay, well, it's one in the morning so we need to get some sleep but first I know you've gotta be thirsty."

"Yeah, my throat is pretty dry."

"Great, I'll get us some water before round two." With a smile Chris jumps up out of bed and jogs out of the room and down to the kitchen leaving you yelling behind him.

"What do you mean round two?!" You plop your head down on the bed and sigh with a smile. "This fan fiction has created a monster

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Precursor

"Jesus, Danny I don't know what the fuck to do about it, okay? He just fuckin' got me out of no where." Click, clack. Click, clack. The tapping of his fingers on the mouse and keyboard were the only sounds echoing in the dark room aside from his shouts. "Well, I how the fuck should I know? I told you I wasn't good at this game! You're the one who kept begging me to play it, and it's bullshit dude!" For a game that was supposed to be this fun phenomenon, 'Precursor' was proving to be quite a bit lesser than Greg anticipated. Danny had begged him for weeks to join the game and do a couple of rounds with him, if only to get him hooked. For Greg, a video game was like Civilization or Cities Skylines... building something great with strategy and creativity. To him, this was a boring shoot 'em up that had a steep learning curve, and it was grating on his nerves. "Well, dude I told you I didn't know how to play this stupid game but you wouldn't take no for an answer!"

Another red screen and the words 'Exterminated' were sprawled across the screen. Greg slammed his fists down onto the desk, spilling his Red Bull all over his lap. He threw his head back in yet another defeat, his seventh in the span of an hour. Looking down at his phone, the late hour had all but caused him even further grief.

"You know what, dude? This game fucking sucks. I don't know why you wanted me to play with you." Danny, surely kicking ass on the battlefront from somewhere behind his screen in Oklahoma hundreds of miles away, was less than enthused. "Ya know what, fine. I will do the fucking noob lobby, okay? I swear to God, though, if this shit doesn't get fun in ten minutes I'm loggin' off." Greg disconnected from his online pal and reentered back into the main menu. He sighed, how the fuck could anyone without a trigger-happy index finger and a desire to think about their options for more than a split second find this game fun? To him, it was all reflexes and no brain power. Clicking through the main menu, he searched for the "Noob" lobby in the available servers. He scrolled for an agonizing ten seconds of full lobbies before he gave up.

"Man, fuck this." He was a single moment away from clicking that exit button before his elbow slipped on some of the Red Bull that had spilled onto the desktop. His wrist banged onto the keys, leaving a string of gibberish into the searchbar. He grabbed one of his clean socks from the floor and sopped up the syrupy water and tossed it behind him over his shoulder. Whatever. Turning back to his screen, to his utter astonishment, the search for 'pjdkluyoikms' had come up with a single hit: 3/9 players in the lobby. Greg looked down at his phone again, 3:30 in the morning grimaced back at him. He'd have to be up in 4 hours if he'd kept the job he quit a few days prior, but with unemployment looming over his head the hours didn't seem so important to him. The game was known for being a time void, sucking in every available minute it's players had to use.

"Fuck it." He clicked join, and waited as the lobby began to load. For a second, his monitor became severely pixelated, but quickly returned to normal. Before long, he was met with the game mode selection and a couple of voices chatting amongst the static. Bruiser, Scout, Sniper, Runner, Bomber... He didn't know how to use a single one of these characters and in the back of his mind, he wasn't keen on being embarrassed yet again for another hour of failures.

"Who's this?" One of the voices from the ether bellowed out from his headphones, and for whatever reason his skin flushed with goosebumps. "Yo, new guy, did you mean to come here? It's a private server."

"Ahh, shit. I'm sorry, my friend made me buy this game and I don't know what I'm doing. I'll find another, my bad!" Greg scampered to try and just choose a character so he could exit out of the menu, but a second voice gave him immediate pause. It was unlike the other players he'd met so far, in that he wasn't a complete dick right off the bat.

"Nahh, it's cool! We could use a runner this round if you're down? We can take it easy, right boys?" His voice was smooth, chill, if not a bit high pitched in a tenor timbre. The guy could have a career in anime protagonist voice acting if he'd put his mind to it, Greg was quickly put at ease with just a single word.

"You think he can keep up?" the third voice, husky and deep questioned.

"We've played with worse, bro. Remember Clive before Mick got to him? We lost four rounds before Mick got it to stick! He won't fuck up, will ya new guy?" Greg nervously chuckled, knowing full well he'd be terrible in the beginning either way.

"Uhhhh, give me a round or two to get the hang of it... I'm sure I can do it. Nothing better to do anyway."

"That's the spirit! See? He's gonna be great. I'll get him up to snuff." A fall of silence came over the server, Greg shifted in his seat. "Alright, newbie. Just choose runner and I got your back. I used to main runner, so I can show you the ropes." Taking a deep breath, Greg clicked on the avatar for Runner, and hit accept. He entered the lobby, seeing the three players had already chosen their avatars. 1: lostdestiny (scout), 2: EdgeRunner (bruiser), 3: ironclad (bomber), and now 4: Greg (runner).

ironclad: I take it you're Greg, then?

Greg: What gave it away?

The three others chuckled, and the loadbar began to fill. Greg could feel the anxiety and anticipation grow within him. He was about to faceplant AGAIN, and in front of these strangers. At least it wouldn't be long until he'd be kicked anyway.

EdgeRunner: Aight, listen up man. I can't be a babysitter, but I'll be following you. Just do what I tell you to do and you'll be fine. You got this, man. Yeah?

Greg: Uh, yeah man. I'll do my best.

lostdestiny: Don't worry guys, he's gonna do his best.

EdgeRunner: Pipe down, will ya, Des? Fuck. Alright, here we go. Lay low and let them come out on their own.

The four of them were dumped onto the map, this one seemed to be some dirty Cyberpunk city in the rain. Sooner rather than later, it'd be a warzone. Greg sat gobsmacked, frozen in place as the others ran for cover.

ironclad: Yo, get to cover, they'll be here any fuckin' second!

Greg: Whuh.... What do I do, where do I go?

EdgeRunner: Turn to your left, there's a hidden door in the bodega. Hold shift and run. Go!

Greg did as he was told, holding down the shift bar and going toward the store on the corner of the street. He was unprepared for just how quickly he would get there, running straight into the wall to the left of the door. Runner indeed. Rounding the doorway, he snuck down the aisles, and up to the door. He burst in, plowing through stacked boxes and into the racks of the storeroom.

EdgeRunner: Aight, you can let go of the shift, bud.

lostdestiny: Fuck, we're so screwed. We lose out on this one it's on you Edge, and I'm not coughin' up a single coin.

EdgeRunner: Des, hit your fuckin' vape and keep your eyes peeled. I'll worry about the new kid. Greg, hang tight. Wait for me to give you a signal, then you run to the hotel down the street. Got it?

Greg chuckled to himself, he'd stumbled into quite the little gang. These guys were far from noobs, they were good if not professionals. From behind the closed door, he sat idly, waiting with bated breath for Edge to give him the unmentioned word. Over his headphones, he could hear the trio plotting as if they were soldiers planning their attack.

EdgeRunner: Iron, be position. They're gonna come barreling down that alley like a fuckin' stampede, so nuke 'em until I can get there. Des, they in sight yet?

lostdestiny: Just like you said, boss man. Comin' in hot.

EdgeRunner: Perfect. Greg. There's a glowing purple crate in the corner. Open it and pick up whatever is in it, and do it quick.

Greg fumbled over the keys, searching the dark room until he saw the glowing purple box hidden beneath a pile of trash. Clicking on it, the box opened, shucking all the garbage atop it onto the floor. Inside sat a strange green vial.

Greg: Its... It's a glass syringe? Glowing green stuff inside.

EdgeRunner: That's what you're looking for. Bag it and get ready to run.

Greg slipped it into his bag. The syringe showed up as 'upgrade' in the inventory, but no other information was provided. Usually, at least, there was some sort of witty description for the items in-game. Might be modded, he thought to himself, not that he would know anyway. He positioned himself by the door, holding his breath.

ironclad: Fireworks.

EdgeRunner: Now, Greg. Go!

His left pinky firmly planted on the shift key, Greg burst out of the door, through the store and into the street. Outside, a barrage of AI cop grunts were surrounding the building across the way. Pillars of smoke and fire erupted from bombs being dropped from the roof, a massive lug of muscle being the culprit with Ironclad's red tag hovering above him. From within the crowd, an explosion of grunts flew through the air, and dead in the center of the action was EdgeRunner, a maxxed out avatar oozing athleticism and strength with a nearly full level bar floating above him. Fuck, who were these guys?

EdgeRunner: Don't fuckin' freeze on us, Greg. Run!

Taking the hint, Greg bolted down the street, weaving past smoke bombs and gunfire until he made it to the hotel's revolving door, shattering the glass as he crashed through. Inside, three grunts stood behind the front desk, quickly pulling out absurdly massive guns.

Greg: Edge, there's guys in here, they got big ass motherfucking guns too.

EdgeRunner: Fuck, okay. Hold control, shift, and Y. Then run to the elevator. Do it before they peg ya!

Greg: Fuck!

EdgeRunner: Iron, toss a few into the hotel. Help the kid out.

ironclad: On it.

Greg could hear the whistling in the air of the incoming bombs flying toward the lobby. He held down the keys and ran toward the elevators as instructed. Though, as he did, waves of colors surrounded his avatar, deflecting the bullets as they flew before the explosions behind him came bursting in. As the elevator doors closed in front of him, he saw the XP points flowing into his bar from the dead grunts. The elevator began to climb.

EdgeRunner: Woooooooooo baby! That's what I call a bait n switch! Kid, you're a natural.

lostdestiny: Beginner's luck.

EdgeRunner: It's gonna be a second before that elevator gets to the top level. Regroup at the hotel, they'll be swarming him. Des, you're on the 99th floor, right?

lostdestiny: Best view in the city.

EdgeRunner: Keep watch, we'll be there in a second. New guy will be on your floor in a couple of minutes. Greg, let's do a one-on-one, yeah?

On the screen, a side window popped up in the bottom corner. Incoming call: EdgeRunner 1 on 1. Fuck, was this guy trying to video chat?

Greg: Uhhhh, I didn't know you could cam...

EdgeRunner: What, you ain't jackin' off are ya? C'mon lemme see.

Greg waited for a moment, nervous beyond words. Watch it be some 60 year old gaming in his mom's basement, was this really the kind of guy he'd want to game with anyway? The curiosity had only crept up since he stumbled into the server, it's not as if they were meeting in real life or anything. It's a screen. He nodded to himself, as if to give himself permission, and clicked on the accept button. In the corner box, EdgeRunner himself popped into focus.

Not what he expected whatsoever. He wasn't much older than Greg, maybe late twenties, early thirties. That was a relief. His room was shrouded in a blue hue, pairing nicely with his ID tag color in game. He was covered in ink from the forehead down, with white hair and a nice pair of pecs cropped just out of view. Again, far from what he expected to see.

"What's up, Greggo?" He smirked, as if studying Greg from behind his lens.

"Yeah... In an elevator. On my computer." Edge laughed, taking his eye contact away to refocus on his game.

"Playin' pretty fuckin' well so far. You sure you never played before now?" Greg found himself blushing a tad bit at this hunk of a man, alarmingly similar to the stud avatar he portrayed online. "Might have to keep you around if you keep up at this rate." The ping of the elevator reaching the 99th floor brought him right back into the world, as the doors opened to a tall, lanky guy with his back to him.

"Des, I presume?"

lostdestiny: Who the fuck else would it be? Mommie? Get to the loot at the end of the hall, fifth door on the right.

"Des isn't the sweetest fruit in the basket. Don't mind him. But get to the room as quick as you can, bud." Holding down the shift key yet again, though now as if it were second nature to him, he bolted down the hall, dodging the mines which littered the floor. "Yeah, don't be up in your feelings about it, but the upgrade is for you, kid. If I were you, I'd take it now while you can. Get you on our level quicker, if ya catch my drift." Greg didn't think twice. He opened the inventory, clicked on the vial, and hit use. His avatar quickly pulled out the syringe from off screen, jamming it into his wrist. The liquid quickly flowed into his avatar, but changes were slow. He arrived at the door, opening them to a boardroom overlooking the whole city, bathed in a purple hue.

Greg: What am I looking for exactly?

ironclad: You'll know it when you see it. Find it quick, they're coming up.

As Greg began to search through the shelves and drawers lining the walls, he was too preoccupied to notice the veins of black starting to flow from his fingertips up his limber arms. While he may have been too focused to see, Edge was watching eagerly in the bottom corner with a giant grin forming on his face. His little window closed, leaving Greg in his search.

lostdestiny: Incoming. Edge, would be a really fuckin' great time for you to pull some fuckshit about now!

Explosions rung out in the hallway, and an eruption of bullets soon followed. Greg felt the pressure bearing down on him, he felt heavier, as if the weight of the situation were sitting atop him like boulders. But hidden in the darkness of his room, the black veins crawled higher and higher, across his shoulders and back, creeping up the back of his neck, until he felt a pinch right at the base of his skull. Instant headrush.

The world got blurry in a mere second, his ears started to ring and his muscles began to pulse. Though, in that moment, he felt something else swelling within him: confidence. Control, Shift, C. The boardroom went blue, a glowing yellow aura radiated from behind one of the walls. Greg smiled, bolting to the wall. Alt, D, F7. The shelves shuddered, then slowly retracted into a dark void. The payload sat at the end of a long, dark hallway on a spotlit pedestal. Some crazy mechanical contraption, it seemed. Though he didn't know what it was, he knew inherently that this is what he was looking for. Just as Iron said.

Greg: Bingo.

EdgeRunner: Careful, newbie. Watch the walls.

A single step forward, and red lasers began to shoot left and right. An hour earlier, he'd be pissing himself on an 'exterminated' screen, raging to no one but himself. Though now, as he felt the energy coursing through his body, the corner of his lip shifted upward, his brows furrowed, and he leaned forward. Showtime.

Alt, Shift, F2, Q, L... the keys flew by beneath his fingers as he dodged, rolled, and lept past every sensor. The keyboard could barely keep up as his hands danced across it. It was an invigoration he'd never experienced before, an expertise he'd never felt, a self he'd never known. Every new trap before him was a piece of cake, avoiding them before they'd even triggered. In the span of fifteen seconds, he'd arrived at the pedestal. The Carpe Diem. A major upgrade, far above his current standing, but it would fetch a pretty price for the right punk. The massive implant somehow fit in his inventory, he was thankful he wasn't on a real job, lugging this around would have been a task in and of itself.

Greg: Payload in hand. Ready to get the fuck out of here.

EdgeRunner: Gonna be a messy exit, kid. You up for it?

Greg: Don't have to flirt that nasty with me, Edge. Treat me tender.

He spun around, leaping down the entire hallway in one go. Thank you Shift, T, S. The crew stood at the door to the boardroom, perhaps a hundred grunts firing everything they had not far behind. Greg looked at every corner, and realized quickly what Edge meant. He turned around, looking at the massive glass wall overlooking Sunset City. His massive feet tapped against the wooden floor beneath his desk, itching for the run he was about to embark upon, his body begging for the rush... his muscles aching for the wind on his skin. He smirked. No second thoughts, he burst through the window.

ironclad: Fuck kid! That's one way out I guess!

EdgeRunner: Bail, boys! Let's fly.

Freefalling, Greg felt the cool breeze of his plummet on the lids of his closed eyes. Soon, but not yet. He had a job to finish. Control, Shift, C. His fall became a sprint, every footfall landing softly on the glass below, looking 99 floors straight down to the pavement.

GreWind: WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!

Exhiliration. Excitement. Freedom. He was free. Coasting on the diagonal glass, he surfed down the building until he came painlessly onto the sidewalk below, followed not too far behind by Des landing in a bush, Iron on his face, and Edge on his own two feet. The quartet sped toward the four bikes parked along the street, making their swift getaway. As Wind wiped the sweat from his brow, leaning back in his chair, letting the ripe waft of pits beam from his arms. Incoming 1 on 1 from EdgeRunner. He of course had to reem in the accolades, smiling as he hit accept. Edge popped up in the corner of the screen, beaming from ear to ear.

"Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about! That upgrade did ya good, new kid." Wind smirked, puckering his lips and blowing a kiss to his studly boss man.

"You can show me your appreciation later, babe. Worked up a storm for ya." Wind flexed his arms, licking the sweat from his bicep and running his hand through his bright green hair.

"Heh, yeah, you're gonna fit in just fine. This'll fetch a nice penny from the middleman. Now, whaddya say, Greg? Ready for the real work?" Edge winked and his window closed.

EdgeRunner: Rendezvous at Checkpoint's. Your cuts will be waiting for you.

Stormwind: Aye, aye Captain.

lostdestiny: Shit, you two get a room already.

EdgeRunner: Nah, you're gonna sit and watch me fuck him raw and nasty, Des.

Stormwind: Won't be the last if you're nice, Des.

ironclad: I swear, if newbie is gonna be cumdump, I'm gonna be on whatever job he's on.

Stormwind: Plenty to go around, boys. Better be ready to clean this dick and worship these feet. They run real fast for y'all and they could use a tongue bath, won't even need any poppers. Freebase, baby.

EdgeRunner: See you at Checkpoint's, Wind. Welcome to the team.

#male transformation #body transformation #original #transformation #gay transformation #gamer transformation #punk transformation #punkification #criminal tf #male tf #gay tf #virtual transformation #cyber tf #badass transformation #musk

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faintedlcve · 9 months

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Hi! Could I please request a FIC abt Mattheo or Theodore (I’m in love with them both) and the reader always picks her hangnails (to fidget bc she is on the spectrum and has adhd) and they get her to stop by alway holding her hands and she goes to his quidditch game? (I love your fics sm)

Good luck charm

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: like none? do tell if I missed any xx

Summary: (just like read the request I cba)

A/n: thanks for the request and thank you SO much for the compliment💞! Sorry for the wait xx I wrote it about mattheo because I'm in my mattheo era (plus I feel like theo wouldn't be the sporty type) but I will write a Theodore version as well if you're okay with waiting xx I also happen to have ADHD lol so I just related the story to myself. English isn't my first language so there might be mistakes xx not proof read. I don't love it but I don't hate it either xx hope you like it x

reblogs are appreciated xx

You sat down in Snape's potion class after you got scolded for being 5 minutes late. His classes were SO boring. Your ADHD didn't help either. You grabbed your quill and started to doodle but were shortly stopped by Snape shouting at you for the second time in a 15 minute span.

You rolled your eyes and looked for something to fiddle with. I mean, how could it be your fault that you had ADHD? Was it really that wrong that you needed to fiddle with something to concentrate? Snape definitely made it seem like a sin.

You noticed a hangnail on your finger and started to pick on that. Snape could take that away from you. I mean, was he going to cut off your fingers? As you pulled on the hangnail, you felt a little sting and you knew if your bare flesh made contact with even a drop of water, it would burn. This wasn't avoidable either especially since you were in potions. But you could worry about that later. As long as you could concentrate.

"You need to stop doing that. It looks painful. Plus it isn't healthy." Mattheo comments as be places his hand on yours. It's a comforting feeling but you feel uneasy, looking for something else to fiddle with.

"but I can't! I have ADHD."

"There's got to be better ways to cope."

"there's nothing else to fiddle with"

"Here." He slips one of his rings off his fingers and hands it to you.

"are you sure" you ask.

"yes love." He replies.

And so you fiddle with his silver ring the rest of the lesson but find it hard to with him holding one of your hand captive. You wanted to ask to move it, but you didn't want him to feel upset plus you kinda liked the feeling of his warm hand on your freezing cold one.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊**＊✿❀　❀✿＊**＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

You were excited for the quidditch match, Slytherin against Gryffindor. You walked up to Pansy, Theodore and Blaise, your group of friends, as you spotted then among the crowd which was dripping with anticipation.

As the game started, you found yourself searching for a particular brown, curly haired boy.

As you spotted him, aiming to score, you felt yourself blushing. As he scored half of the crowd cheered in excitement, and the other half groaned in frustration. As you locked eyes with the brunette boy, you caught hun winning at you which made you turn even more red than you already were if that was possible.

The game ended with Slytherin being victorious (which was a first).

After the game you walked up to Mattheo to congratulate him.

"I've never been to a quidditch match before but I heard this was Slytherin's first victory against Gryffindor."

"Guess you are a good luck charm." He smiled at you.

You blushed. Something about that comment felt genuine, like it was more than just a joke.

"Ah, is that so? You were amazing out there by the way."

"Only for you princess." He winked at you. "I assumed you were awestruck by me. I caught you staring." he grinned.

You blushed as you started to fiddle with your hangnail again. You felt a comforting hand on yours. Mattheo's hand.

"Now now love. We talked about this. Use my rings instead."

You felt nice that Mattheo cared about you. You smiled at him, trying to keep your composure. You felt like kissing him right there and then but you didn't.

Your friends walked up to Mattheo and congratulated him for the win, snapping you out of your daydream about the brunette boy who, at this very moment, was holding your hand.

"You could say we had a good luck charm." He winked at you.

You chuckled at the statement. Girlfriend had a better ring to it, but for now you settled for 'A good luck charm.'

#mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle #mattheo x y/n #mattheo x you #harry potter #harry potter imagine #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle angst #marcus lopez imagine #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez arguello #marcus lopez

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Empty eyes | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean doesn't take Charlie's death too well and because of the Mark of Cain affecting him, he tells you things that will regret.

Warnings: moc!Dean Winchester, Dean being a dick, minor mentions of injury, swearing, ANGST, major character's death

Pairing: Dean Winchester × reader

Featuring: Sam Winchester

Word count: 2,3k

We watched in agony as Charlie's body, wrapped around a white sheet, burned in the flames. This should never have happened to her kind soul. She died so we could save Dean. I couldn't help but feel guilty; my heart ached because I lost a friend, again. I knew Sam felt the same. We both asked Charlie for help with the Book of the Damned, and we both lied to Dean about the book being destroyed. Now it was too late to make things right. Memories flashed through my eyes, making me tear up. I remembered when she helped us with the Dick situation, or when I taught her some hunter-kind-of-tricks. How happy she was and wouldn't stop thanking me. She didn't deserve this, anyone but her.

“Charlie,” Sam started, grabbing my and probably Dean's attention. “We are gonna miss you. You're the best.” He stopped when his voice cracked, and now I was sure he felt far worse than me because looking back, he suggested not telling Dean about the Book of the Damned not being destroyed, which I didn't agree with at first. But seeing Dean, my Dean, slowly fade away right in front of my eyes changed my opinion. Maybe it was selfish, me and Sam both were. But we couldn't let Dean become something he fears, a Monster. We couldn't lose another person, another family member, but we didn't realize who we were putting in danger on this path.

“We love you, Charlie, and I'm so sorry,” I said, blinking through tears.

“Shut up,” Dean said coldly, making Sam and me look at him. “You got her killed. You don't get to apologize.” He continued.

“Dean-“ Sam started, but Dean cut him off.

“You too, you two are the reason she is dead,” he said, not taking his eyes off the flames.

“We were trying to help you,” I said, still looking at him.

“I didn't need help,” he said bitterly. "I told you to leave it alone.”

“What were we supposed to do, just watch you die?” Sam asked, not letting me be the only one receiving the cold tone from his older brother.

“The mark isn't gonna kill me.”

“Maybe not, but when it's done with you, you won't be you anymore,” I stated. “Dean, you're all we got. So of course we were gonna fight for you because that's what we do,” I said softly.

“Yeah, she's right, we had a shot-“ Sam was cut off again by Dean.

“Yeah, you had a shot. Charlie is dead.” He finally turned his head to look at me and his brother, who was standing next to me. His dark emerald eyes bore into mine, and I couldn't recognize them. Never have I ever seen him look at me with those eyes. Because no matter how much crap we went through, he always made sure I was fine, and his eyes held nothing but sweetness and, on most occasions, worry. “Nice shot.”

“Are you even listening to me? You think I'm ever gonna forgive myself for that?!” I snapped, not being able to keep my voice down anymore. He is grieving, but so am I. If I could, I would trade places with her.

“You know what I think,” he started, still with the same voice tone. “I think it should be you up there and not her.”

I felt my heart break for the hundredth time today. I parted my lips, not taking my teary eyes off him, which clearly showed how hurt I was. Sam let out a small gasp and widened his eyes after he heard Dean's words, clearly not expecting his brother to go that far.

I knew he blamed me, probably even more than Sam. But knowing that he wanted me dead hurt more than any physical torture I've experienced.

Sam called his name, still shocked after what he heard, but his brother just walked away, breaking my heart more and more.

—————

It has been a week since I lost Charlie, since I lost my Dean. He has been searching for the Stynes ever since but has been having a bit of trouble finding their location. So meanwhile, he went on a few solo hunts. He hasn't said a word to me and to Sam, just a few like ‘buy some beers’ ‘did you find anything about the Stynes’.

He found another hunt for today and was packing his bag in his own room. We both haven't stepped in our shared room ever since the accident, which meant we weren't even sleeping on the same bed. I'm done with being ignored, so I knocked on his door and opened it without waiting for any response. He didn't even turn around, probably knowing it was me.

“Dean,” I called his name, not even knowing what I wanna talk about, but getting him to look at me was the first step. “Dean,” I called, this time louder, and when he still didn't turn around, I walked towards him and grabbed his arm. “Alright, I'm done. When will you finally stop ignoring me?!”

He looked at my hand, which was grabbing his arm, and slowly turned around, finally looking at my face. “I'm not ignoring you, I just don't want to talk to you or be near you,” he said bitterly, pulling his arm away and reaching for his door.

“Dean, you know you're not the only one who lost someone, okay? And believe me, I know it's my fault she's gone, and I'll never forgive myself for that. But, god, you're practically killing me. I miss you,” I said desperately, waiting for something in his eyes to change, waiting for him to embrace me in his strong arms, but... Nothing. His eyes didn't even hold hatred anymore, just emptiness.

“I don't know what you expect me to say, ‘I'm sorry you were so stupid’ ‘I'm sorry you got another person killed off’ ‘I'm sorry you're so fucking useless’ Huh?! Is that what you want me to say? You want me to feel sorry for you?!” he yelled, showing the anger and darkness in his eyes while he harshly slammed me to the wall, making me whimper slightly. His words cut deep into my skin, but I tried my best to ignore them, knowing this Dean wasn't really my Dean.

“I want you to understand, I want you to know that I'm sorry. I want you to tell me that we're gonna go through this like we always do,” I said softly, looking deeply into his eyes, trying to crack him.

He let out a dark chuckle and grasped my shoulders, lowering his head to be on the same height level with me. “You want me to tell you that we're gonna go through this? Well, baby, in that way, I'd be a big liar.”

“Dean, me and Sam, we are so close to saving you. Please, just don't let the mark control you,” I begged, feeling small under his touch.

“I don't want nor need you two saving me, and believe me, at this very moment, I'm trying to not let the mark control me, so don't provoke me,” he whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"I thought you trusted me.”

“Well, that trust was destroyed when you got someone who was like a sister to me killed. Have you ever noticed how many innocent people died because you were being too stupid?” he said harshly.

"We all have made mistakes, Dean," I said, as I thought about the hunts where innocent people died, and I couldn't save them. I didn't want Dean to know how much his words were affecting me, but, god, I felt like a crumpled paper.

“Seems like that's the only thing you ever do,” he smirked, letting his eyes fall on the floor again before looking up at my eyes again. “Tell me, how does it feel knowing you don't mean anything to anybody and you're just a burden in our lives? How does it feel knowing nobody loves you?”

That's it. That was the punch line to make me break into tears.

“Y-you love me, you said that before.”

“You know I lie to get laid,” he said, smirking, proud of his response.

My heart was racing more and more, and I felt nauseous.

“Dean, please-“

“You're nothing, do you hear me? Nothing!” he grabbed my cheeks harshly. “Your existence doesn't matter. You.don't.matter.” he said, spitting the words out before letting me go. He took his bag and walked out of the room, not even glancing at me. I slid down the wall as I started sobbing silently.

Then I heard a buzz from my phone.

New message from Sammy:

“Y/N, Dean just said he found a hunt, probably three to four werewolves, and he told me to go with him. I was really surprised but didn't question him. I think he's getting better. I'll also talk to him on the road. Next time, he'll definitely ask you too, just like old times. Don't stay up and don't worry; we got this :) love you.”

He asked Sam to go, but not me. If he hadn't told me that he hated me a few minutes ago, I'd think he was worried. But if it was really 3 or 4 werewolves, there's nothing to be worried about. He just wants to stay away from me. He told me I was a burden to them; he'll probably throw me out of the bunker soon.

Dark thoughts ran through my mind, and suddenly a rush of anxiety ran through me. What if there were more than a few werewolves? What if they get hurt? What if Dean hates me even more?

I checked Sam's message again and saw that he sent me the address of where the werewolves' location is and where the hunt would probably take place. I quickly rushed to my room, grabbed my car keys, and went to drive to the location.

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I was hiding behind some of the trees in the forest, watching as each of the boys fought one werewolf, two already dead ones on the floor.

Everything seemed good so far; I mean, their guns were on the floor, but they were fighting each werewolf single handed and there was no need for me to make my presence known. The boys were winning as always. And that's when I realized they don't really need me in their life. I knew the words that came out of Dean's mouth tonight weren't really Dean's, my Dean. But he was somehow right; before I became the hunter I am today, I made many mistakes. Some were small, and some led to people getting hurt or even killed. I also put their lives in danger multiple times because I was being reckless. Finding the demons that killed my parents blinded my vision. I was ready to get back to the bunker when I saw both of the werewolves giving up until I noticed something.

A werewolf close to Sam's back, and it seemed like none of the brothers noticed him. I searched for my gun but remembered I forgot it in the backseat of my car. I cursed under my breath and did the only thing possible right now to save Sam. I couldn't let Dean lose another person, especially his brother, who I knew meant the world to him. I couldn't put him through something like that again when there's a chance to save the younger Winchester.

So I ran towards Sam, trying my best to not slip because of the woods on the floor. The Werewolf was close, and nobody noticed him. I'm not the only stupid one after all. The boys turned their heads to me for a slight second, surprised at my presence, but didn't stop fighting the other werewolves.

Until I pushed Sam away from the werewolf he was fighting onto the floor. He seemed confused at first, until he saw it. I assumed Dean did too but couldn't be too sure since he was behind me. I let out an agonizing scream when the werewolf grazed his claws into my stomach and the other one, which Sam was fighting before, grazed his claws into my back before my lifeless body fell on the floor. Dean didn't hesitate more seconds before getting his gun from the floor and shooting all the werewolves.

I was bleeding like a waterfall from my body and my mouth. But the good thing is-

I didn't feel any pain, or anything in that matter…

Dean Winchester’s Pov:

No no no.

This can't be happening.

It's all a nightmare, just another stupid nightmare.

I heard Sam's crying voice telling the love of my life, his best friend, to wake up, holding her torn apart body in his arms, asking her why she pushed him away. But there was no answer.

It's a nightmare happening in real life.

Her beautiful y/e/c are open but so empty, unrecognizable.

I stood over her body, not being able to move from my spot.

There is so much blood everywhere.

Her blood.

This is hell.

No, I’ve been to hell and it's worse than hell.

I started tearing up more and more, reality hitting me more every second.

I let out an angry scream and fell on my knees when I remembered my last words to her.

“You're nothing, do you hear me? Nothing! Your existence doesn't matter. You.don't.matter.”

She wasn't nothing, she was my everything.

She mattered, she was the reason I kept going, now she's gone and it's all my fault.

All my fault.

All of the words I said came back to me, making my chest hurt.

As I knelt beside her lifeless body, surrounded by the aftermath of our shattered world, I whisper into the silent abyss, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry."

And deep down I felt the Mark laughing…

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sarawritestories · 19 days

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Unwavering Presence Chapter 12

Cassian X Archeron Sister (Reader)

Summary: Cassian and Y/N both have a nightmare and look for comfort within each other. Spending a week out in pure bliss of cooking, meeting with a sweet Illyrian girl and snuggling in bed the couple hit a snag in the road.

Content Warning: Nightmares that depict murder, Asphyxiation, mention of wing clipping and scars. Weaponizing trauma against a victim and cliffhanger

Word Count:4.6K words

Banner used by @saradika

A/N: the last few sneak peeks I posted about are not in here but will be in the next one, I'm so sorry this took so long I was in a funk I couldn't shake! Though I'm not sorry for the cliffhanger.

ACOTAR MASTERLST

My arms were pinned above my head with Xavier’s hand gripping both of my wrists tightly. I writhed under him as he pawed at me. “Dolls, don’t move this much.” With his free hand he gripped my neck and forced his tongue down my throat as he pressed his length against me. Tears warmed my cheeks as my moan of agony was swallowed up by his mouth. “Shhh. It’s alright, it’ll be over soon.” He whispered over my lips as he slanted them down over mine again and I began to squirm. Xavier released the grip of my neck, his leather clad finger touching down my naked body. Until he reached my clit, and I gasped causing him to slither his tongue into my locking me tightly into place as he began to play with me like a toy.

I kept my eyes open as his disheveled blond hair fell forward from his face and tickled my collarbone. He moaned in my mouth as he slid a digit inside me, and I tried kicking my legs. Only the sharp sting of his hand against my core caused me to pause. “Stay still or I will get the spreader bar.” His blue eyes bore into mine with a seriousness that chilled my blood. “Do you understand?”

I steadied a breath, “Yes sir.”

He smiled, kissing me again, the feeling of his mouth on mine made me feel dirty and made me want to shrink into myself. Having enough I bit down on his bottom lip hard. He released me and I rose to my feet and tried to flee. His hand gripped my hair and I screamed, “No!” As Xavier yanked me back and forced me to my knees. “Get off me!” I shrieked.

“Let’s fix that mouth of yours, shall we?” He pressed the tip of his cock against my lips, the precum coating them, He released my hair only to pinch my nose. It didn’t take very long for my lungs to cry out for air, and I opened my mouth. Before he could do anything, a growl emulated from the corner, “Do not touch her.” Cassian’s voice grounded out. His siphons were the only thing I could distinguish as my vision was beginning to go out of focus.

Cassian had come for me, and when I turned to see him, silver glimmered in the illumination of the moonlight, and I screamed but it was too late. Graysen had taken the steel and sliced Cassian’s wings. “Cassian!” I cried out as the assault to his beautiful wings continued. I reached out for him only for Xavier to loop his arm around my waist. “Cassian!” He groaned on the floor, blood pooling underneath him. As I made another attempt to reach out to him. To have my fingertips reach his. “Please wake up, please wake up, Cassian.” I sobbed.

Bolting awake sweat raced down my back and face as I took in my surroundings, realizing I was in my room in the cabin and not in human lands. A little voice in the back of my mind kept saying:

Find him. Find him. Find him.

Rising from my bed I padded my way to the door to go find the General of the Night Courts Armies.

Cassian’s POV

Screams erupted all around me as my brothers and I raided the camp in search of my mother. Her screams flooded the camp, and I locked eyes with Rhysand and with a dip of his chin I bolted to the sound of her screams. My lungs were burning as I pushed myself to run faster thought my mother's screams were still so far from me. The night breeze pierced my skin as I pushed forward as the outline of the camp came into view.

As I entered the threshold of the camp another bloodcurdling scream rang through the camp, no one stirred, no one came to her aid. Weaving through the makeshift cabins the silhouette of male and a kneeling female caught the corner of my gaze. I changed course and headed in the direction where my mother’s beautiful face came into view. Terror consumed her features as tears ran down her face. “I’m sorry, my sweet boy.” Her voice cracked and Cassian collapsed to his knees. Mother pulled his face close to hers, “Look at how you’ve grown, Sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” She connected her forehead to mine, and I shut my eyes and took in her scent of snow and wildflowers.

“Cassian.” The voice caused my eyes to shoot open, and no longer was my mother’s eyes looking back at me but the familiar hues of Y/N. “Cass.” Her voice was shaky, and her fear was palpable.

I felt arms loop around mine and angrily yanking me back from the youngest Archeron sister, “No! Get off me!” I thrashed as the two Illyrians pulled me away and the male that was behind Y/N lifted his battle Axe. My siphons roared to life and red power blasted from my body. The two warriors release me and I bolt toward, Y/N as the Axe slices through her neck.

I fall to my knees as the assassin drops the axe, “Long live the queen.” The male murmured barely falling to my ears as the gruesome scene laid bare in front of me.

I could feel the presence of my brothers as they approached and my tears turned into sobs as I lifted the body close to mine, Ignoring the fact her head was not attached and sobbed.

I bolted awake, sweat coating my skin and along my hair line. Pulling my hair up in a bun I sat at the edge of my bed trying to catch my breath. It took a few minutes before I took in my surroundings and realized that I was in the Cabin. Y/N’s room was right next to mine and just needing her in my arms I stood up and headed to find her.

Opening my door, I stepped out to find Y/N emerging from her room. Her face met mine and I could see the tear-soaked cheeks and her gaze met mine. “Hey.” She said tucking her bottom lip between her lips.

“Hey, you.” I gave her a small smile; I rubbed the back of my neck. “I was actually coming to find you.

“Oh?” She gave me a small tilt of her lips upward. “I was coming to find you too.”

Something warmed my chest at her words, and I held out my hand, “Come on, Princess.”

Y/N hesitated, then in a flash she slapped my hand away and wrapped her arms around my waist. Pressing her face into my chest. I heard her release a soft sigh as I coiled my arms around her. “I had a terrible dream.” She murmured.

I pressed my chin to the top of her head taking the scent in. She was here, she was alive, she was in my arms. “Me too,” my hand slides up her back and runs through her hair.

She sniffled and my body went rigid, “Graysen chopped your wings.” She whispered. She pulled back to look at them, her gaze was assessing, and I stilled as I realized she was checking for injuries.

I stroked my thumb against her cheek grabbing her attention, her eyes filled with worry. “I’m okay, Princess, I flexed my wings so she can see they are uninjured. “My wings are perfectly fine.”

Y/N nodded, “What about you? You said you also had a nightmare,” Her voice a soft whisper and she gripped my hand, her soft fingers a stark contrast my calloused ones.

“I’m alright.” Her brows furrowed causing a little indent on her forehead. I leaned down pressing my lips where that crease resided and pulled away. Satisfaction bloomed in me as her face relaxed slightly, the wrinkles disappeared. I took her hand in my own and I quietly led her back to my room.

“Cassian What are you doing?” She questioned me as I opened my door.

“You have ruined my sleep schedule, Princess. If it’s alright with you, I would like you in my bed.” Her cheeks tinted with the lightest shade of pink though panic enraptured her eyes, as if she was going back to a memory with Xavier. I tugged her hand lightly, “Hey no,” I leaned down to meet her eye level as my free hand gripped the back of her neck. “Come back to me, Sweetheart.” She blinked once… twice and there she was, my girl. “I just want to hold you while we sleep. Your presence comforts me.” I chewed on the inside of my cheek at the admission.

Y/N gave me one of her toothy grins, one that could make me fall to my knees. “I’d like that. I sleep better when you’re close.”

I pressed my lips to hers for a moment and then kissed the tip of her nose, “Let’s get you to bed.” I adjusted my hands to hold her back and under her knees and picked her up and held her close to my chest. She gripped her arms around my neck and her Jasmine scent immediately calmed me. “You died.” I whispered as I kicked the door shut behind me and continued and made strides to the bed. I placed her down at the edge of the bed.

Crawling in next to her, she laid her back, her kind warm eyes never leaving mine. “I what?”

Lying on my side and wrapping my arm around her stomach pulling her close. I nuzzled my face in her neck, peppering it with soft featherlight kisses moving up to her jaw and pressing my forehead to the side of her face, “In my nightmare.” I murmur against her skin. “I watched you get slaughtered in my dream. It started off with me looking for my mother and when I found her, she morphed into you.” I could hear her heart begin to race and I tried to rub soothing circles against her clothed side to calm her. “I watched you die. I just…” I paused and released a sigh, pulling away from her. Laying on my back fanning out my wings holding my hand out and felt her soft hand slip into mine and my fingers curled around hers. “I just needed a reminder that you were ok, that you were alive.”

“Darling,” Y/N whispered shifting on the bed and could feel her facing me. “Look at me.” I refused, she pulled her hand away from mine and her cool delicate fingers found my cheek and she lightly pushed my face to meet hers and her eyes held nothing, but warmth and comfort and I could feel a tug at my chest. She sat back, adjusting the pillows against the headboard as she sat back. Her hand still touching my face she lightly tugged, “Come here, Cassian.”

The tone of her voice made me move, and I braced my arms on both sides of her hips, a few loose strands falling from my bun. She swiped them out of my face and then she patted her chest, “Lie down,” My body obeyed her command instantly my arms slid around and gripped her back. My ear pressed against her breast where her heart held a steady strong beat. She was showing me that she was alive. She tugged the bun from my hair, and it cascaded down in every direction. As if she could sense my need for her touch, she began running her fingers through my hair. “Feyre would do this for me when I had a bad dream. Especially when I left Xavier. This was the best thing she could come up with to calm me.”

“Remind me to get her flowers before we go home?” I grumbled, snuggling my head deeper into her chest. “This is nice.”

Y/N kisses the top of my head and begins to hum a soft tune, after a few moments the hums turned into words, and she began to softly sing in my ear. A lullaby I was unfamiliar with. Though I can’t focus on the words as her soft melodic tone seeped into my bones and wrapped around my soul. Her beautiful voice, her fingers massaging my scalp and her strong pulse ringing in my ear my eyes grow heavy. Before slumber can pull me under, I could have sworn she whispered, “It belongs to you anyway.” Then sleep consumed me.

I stirred the next morning to find my head pressed against a pillow. I lifted my head up blinking away the sleep and found the side of the bed cold. Pans collapsing and clanging on the ground in the kitchen followed by a slew of curses had me sliding out of bed, tying my hair back and following the sound. Making sure to quiet my footsteps I leaned against the door frame leading into the kitchen. Y/N was grumbling picking up the scattered cook wearing her hair in a braid that looked disheveled. Her cheeks were flushed, and I couldn’t help but admire her plump ass as she bent over to put things away, fighting the urge to collide my hand against it with a sharp slap. As she stood, and grabbed something off the counter, I made my presence known, “What’s going on in here?”

Y/N must not have noticed I was here because she jumped and in doing so the contents of the bowl she was holding flew in the air and landing all over her. She turned to look at me and pushed out her bottom lip, “You ruined my surprise.” She mumbled, shaking her head to get the flour out of her hair; a plume of flour swirls around her.

I pushed off the doorframe and approached her as I fought the laughter from escaping my lips. I looked at the contents on the table and my chest heaved. “You were trying to make breakfast?”

The youngest Archeron sighed in defeat, “You were upset last night because of your dream, and you made breakfast for me when I was upset. I was trying to do the same.” She looked at the mess in the kitchen, “Clearly, its not working out and I woke you up in the process. I’m sorry.”

This time I do laugh, and she tucks her head down in embarrassment. I lift her face and wipe some of the flour off her face. “My sweet, Princess. You’re cute. How about this. You go get cleaned off. I will clean up here and we can cook together.

Her face lit up, “Really?” I nodded and she smiled, “I’ll be right back.” She bolts out of the room and called out, “I’ll bring you down a shirt.”

I chuckled and began cleaning up.

The smell of eggs wafted through the kitchen as Y/N whisked the mixture for pancakes and I fried our eggs. She was swaying her hips dancing to whatever melody was in her head, “Do you always do that?”

She turned continuing her little dance moves as she poured the batter onto the pan, “Do what?” Pulling away when she gets a few perfect circles on the pan.

“Dance when you’re doing something?” She looked up and the dancing stopped as she thought about it.

“I guess I never noticed before.” She placed the bowl down, and held out her hand, “May I have this dance, General?” She wiggled her eyebrows her hair neatly put up a Violet bow in her hair wearing her leathers.

I flipped the eggs and glanced at her from my periphery and her eyes shifted from playful to soft and pleading her lips pushed out in a pout. Knowing that I could deny her nothing I tucked in my wings and gripped her hand in mine and my other around her waist as her hand rested on my bicep. I began to sway with her in the kitchen, flexing my bicep muscle every now and then. “We might burn the food.” I pointed her out as spun her around and pulled her back into my arms.

“We might,” She hummed. She smiled, “But we’ll at least have some fun.”

I rolled my eyes and tapped her butt. “I don’t like wasting food, back to the pancakes, Princess.”

She grumbled and crossed her arms but made her way back to the pancakes and flipped them. Y/N proceeded to swish her hips and as we finished making breakfast, I found myself moving my hips along with her and getting swept up by the invisible beat she was dancing to.

When we finished eating our breakfast, I pressed my lips in a tight line watching as the sun gleamed on Y.N as if the mother was praising her handy work in how beautiful she made her. My lips turned upward as she furiously scratched words into her journal. She was focused and I rubbed at my chest trying to ease the tightness there. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

Y/N looked up from her journal and the sun glinted around her hair like a halo, “Sure. What’s up?”

“The other day when I had to leave because there was an incident that happened at the camp.” She tilted her head and I continued, “A little girl had her wings clipped. It’s a terrible tradition my people have when a girl has their first bleed. They take away their ability to fly, so they can focus on doing housework. It was one of the first thing that was banned when Rhys came into power, but the leaders of the camps still find work arounds.”

There was a tick in Y/N’s jaw, her eyes becoming glassy. She cleared her throat, “That’s horrific. We can discuss that later though, what’s the favor?” She shut the notebook and straightened her posture she reminded me of a solider waiting for orders.

“The little girl, Grace is her name, asked if I could bring you over to visit.” I smiled as her face shifted to one of shock. “She wanted to meet the human who saved her and her family.”

Y/N stood up and pressed a hand to her chest, “I would be honored. Can we go now?”

“Of course, Princess. Let’s get going.”

We landed back into the camps and placed Y/N down and gripped her hand and walked her over to one of the cabins. She squeezed my hand and took a deep breath. Once we reached the front door Y/N knocked twice and waited as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “You, okay?”

She simply nodded and before she could speak the door opened and both of us had to look down to find Grace looking back up at us. “Hi Cassie! She ran up and hugged my legs. I pressed my hand on the back of her head, my grin growing wide.

“Hi, Little one.” I said and got down on a bended knee and held her tiny hands, “How are you feeling?”

Her eyes beamed, “I feel so strong, though my wings hurt when I stretch them. Will that ever go away?” I opened and shut my mouth unsure what to say but then Y/N cleared her throat and saw Grace realized there was another person with me. “It will pass, with time though every now and again it will throb. It will be more uncomfortable than painful.” She whispered and got down on her knee. “I’m Y/N, I heard your name is Grace.”

Grace lit up at the sound of her name, “Cassie, you kept your promise!”

I placed a hand on my chest in mock offense, “I’m sorry as your General I always keep my promises.”

Grace moved from my embrace and walked toward Y/N grabbing her hand and leading her inside the cabin and I followed behind the two girls. I was greeted by Grace’s mother, her brown hair pinned up, her wings tucked tightly, and she pressed a hand on my arm, “Thank you, General. She hasn’t stopped talking about being brave for her Cassie. Your kindness has made this whole situation easier for both of us.”

I held her hand gently in mind and gave it a squeeze, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t there sooner. I wish I could have prevented it.”

Grace’s mother provided a small, “It may not have been preventable, General.”

“Please call me, Cassian.” I smiled.

“Diana,” She returned, “Go on Gracie. hasn’t stopped talking about you bring Y/N here.”

I walked deeper into the cabin in the common living space to see Gracie drawing and Y/N coloring alongside her. “Y/N where you hurt like I was?”

I stilled and watched as Y/N’s posture stiffened though she gave a smile, “Yes, a bad man hurt me. I have scars on my back because of it. But we do share one thing in common with each other.”

Grace eyes grew wide, “We do?”

Y/N nodded her body relaxing once more, “Cassian came to help us, when we needed him most.” Gracie looked over to where I was standing. Y/N’s gaze was burning the side of my face and when I met her stare she smiled.

“He is like a knight in shining armor saving the princess!” Gracie squealed. “We were the princess!”

I smiled and walked into the room, “You sure are!” Grace ran up to me and leapt into my arms and I was quick to catch her. “Cassie, are you going to marry Y/N?”

Y/N coughed the air becoming tight with uncomfortable silence. I cleared my throat, “I have to know, curious girl, why would you ask that?” I tickled her sides, and she began to giggle.

“Well, you saved her from the bad man, and you were holding her hand when you walked in. You clearly love her.”

I looked at the woman in question her cheeks were flushed but she said, “Well, Cassian is a good male, he will always help someone in need. As for him holding my hand he is aware that I get nervous and fidget, he was trying to bring me comfort.”

Grace furrowed her brow, “But you two must get married. I know you love each other.”

Y/N smiled, “Tell you what we can revisit marriage when we come and visit again.”

Grace gasped, “You want to come visit again?”

I flicked the child’s nose, “Of course we’re coming back, I have to check the bravest female in windhaven.”

Grace puffed out her chest in pride. “I won’t let you down, Cassie.”

I nodded, “You never could!”

“Would you two like to stay for dinner?”

Grace smiled, “Yes they would,” there was no room for argument, and we stayed for dinner.

The next week, Y/N and I fell into a routine, meals together, she would go in the study and write as I went to the camps. We still had not heard from Rhys so I had to assume that they were still in the Summer Court. When I get back Y/N and I would make dinner together and then she would get into one of my shirts and I would hold her close to my chest and we would simply fall asleep.

One day I left for Windhaven to discuss some plans with Devlon and enforcing that the females are aloud to train.

Devlon crossed his arms, “They will train after their chores, Is that simply not good enough?”

I snarled, “They deserve to have the choice to not do the chores if they don’t want to.”

Devlon snorted, “Says the male who is parading human trash around, and she follows you around like a little pup.”

I bared my teeth at him, “Mind your place, Lord. She is under the protection of your High Lord. Your just mad she bruised your pride.”

Devlon lifted his chin the sign of pure arrogance, “I could care less of an opinion of someone beneath me as a human whore, who is sleeping with a bastard born brute.”

I clenched my fist as my jaw ticked, “I will not tolerate your tone, step out of line again, and I will be personally mandating all your men doing the chores while the girls will train.” I took a step closer to him, “I hear you say one more thing about Y/N Archeron, I will not hesitate to sink your teeth in. Are we in an understanding.”

Devlon walked around me and made sure to collide with my soldier, “The females will train. Get out of my Camp, General,” He drawled out my title and left the tent.

Frustration pent up I followed him out and took to the skies to head back to the Cabin.

Once I reached the Cabin, I noticed the fae lights still on, I was later than I anticipated, but I walked in and kicked the snow off my boot and slammed the door behind me. The anger stirring in my gut was festering and I didn’t want my princess to be subjected to that. I stomped up to my room and slammed the door. I sat on the bed and pressed my palm against my eyes to try to relieve the pressure that had started to bloom in my head.

There was a soft knock on my door. “Cass? Are you okay?”

“Go away, Princess.” I murmured and pressed my palm deeper into my eyes. As the door opened.

I heard her footsteps growing near her and I pulled my hands away from my face and leveled a glare at her. She paused and retreated a step, “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” She spoke quietly, my eyes glazed to her hands where she was picking at her nails, she was nervous. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m fine. I want to be alone.” I barked out. Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair.

When I looked back at her she looked stricken, as if I hit her. She pressed “Cass, let me help.”

I snorted my rage boiling over as I rose to my feet, and she took an instinctive step back. I barely registered the fear in her eyes, “Tell me, Y/N, how could you help me. You can barely help yourself. Always hoping someone will save you; Rhys, Az, Feyre, are you that incompetent of taking care of yourself. That you resorted to sleeping with an abusive-“

I didn’t get the sentence out before her hand collided with my cheek. “You know I was coming to check if you were okay. I did not expect you to be a prick. I made dinner all by myself, so you came home to warm meal.” Guilt washed over me at her words, “Whenever you feel like acting like a grown adult; come join me.” She turned and headed for the door, “I don’t need a reminder about how low and insignificant I am.” She taps her head, “I hear those words repeatedly in my head, and yet Nesta had never failed to remind me of just how worthless, and beneath her I am.” Her voice cracked and it matched the ache in my heart, “I never thought you would stoop so low.”

Looking up at me I could see the hurt in her tender eyes. “Princess, Wait.” Her shutting the door; the solitary clicks of the door meeting its latch, was the only sound in the room.

For a moment I stared at the empty space where she had stood, then I crumpled to my knees. Tugging at my hair, my brain began to whirl, Hurt, Hurt, Hurt. You Hurt her. I had made her feel the same way she felt with Xavier and Nesta. “What. Have. I. Done?” I whispered as I curled in a ball my wings cocooning me, trying to block out the sobs I heard coming from the other room.

I am a monster.

Chapter 13

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toji-girl · 1 month

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If you’re having writers block or just bored! How about Toji and/or Kento with a pregnant overdue reader, just being sassy and grumpy. Maybe angst/comfort that maybe they’re having a silly argument, yk? Just need some big buff princess to come comfort me <3

Have a good day ! - 🩰

I am very bored at the moment lmaoo so this came in at the right time, and I haven't written Kento with a pregnant! reader yet! I hope you're having a wonderful day or evening! this is sorta short but still with comort💚

tags: pregnant! fem reader + fluff + angst with comfort

It felt like the worst thing that ever happened to you as you stared down at the empty box of snack cakes you bought last night for a moment like this when your cravings were extra prevalent.

Your eyes shifted to the shiny diamond on your ring finger, the one Kento slipped on two years ago. Now all you wanted to do was rip it off and throw it in the trash for him to see later when he gets home.

He must've taken it this morning when he packed his own lunch, it was something that you did for him early in the morning or late at night but now that you're overdue hitting forty-one weeks pregnant you were at your absolute limit of everything.

You swore your eye twitched as you threw the empty cardboard in the trash feeling your anger flare as you waddled to the living room in search of your phone as hot angry tears gathered in your eyes.

When you found your phone you instantly dialed Kento's number listening to the ringing that didn't last long. His smooth velvety voice came from the other side. "Hi, sweetheart. Are you okay?" He asked.

"N-No! You ate my last cake! Do you know how long I've been waiting to eat that Kento!?" You knew you were being a bit dramatic, well maybe more than just a bit, well over the top is more like it.

He blinked as he stood from his desk knowing that he had exactly twenty minutes to replace what he ate before you started spouting off about divorce papers, you even showed him the single mom budget you wrote out in a flurry of anger and tears last time.

Kento hurried to his car not even offering a polite smile as he usually does to his co-workers, the store was five minutes away which left him with fifteen to get home and feed you himself to make it better.

When he slid the key into the front door twenty minutes later you still sat on the couch unable to get up from your spot. "I'm home baby!" He called out and emerged from the hallway with a worried look.

He made his way over to you with the plastic bag only for you to turn away from him while furiously wiping at your eyes. "I never eat your food! I wanted them so bad and now I don't!" You huffed and pouted.

The couch dipped with your husband's weight as he sat next to you opening the plastic container which grabbed your attention. Your eyes widened with anger as you looked at them and then at him.

"Those are not my cakes."

Kento knew they weren't but of course, it seemed they were out of all of them. "I know, these were the closest ones I could get, they aren't bad." He mused using the plastic fork to scoop some up for you.

He was trying to be sweet and you knew that but your raging hormones wouldn't allow you to feel anything but anger as you took a bite off the fork feeling your son roll and kick ready to come out.

His hand rubbed your swollen belly as he continued to feed you, his eyes soft with guilt which in turn made you start to bawl. "I'm sorry. I know I was a bitch and I shouldn't have treated you that way."

With that out of the way, you looked at him as he put the cake down to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. "You aren't anything but glowing, give yourself some slack. You're growing our baby and you're well overdue so it makes sense, I don't hold it against you baby."

You wrapped yourself around Kento the best you could sobbing into his shoulder, when you pulled back to look at him a trail of snot and tears bridged from your face making you gag and pout again.

He stared at you as he cleaned up your face and fed you the last cake which you accepted gratefully after smothering him with soft kisses in an apology for how you've been acting which he accepted quickly.

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hyper-fixated-delusions · 8 months

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It’s like you’re my mirror.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Translation: “Mi amor.” My love.

“Mami.” Mommy.

Word count: 1,002.

Masterlist.

Wanda had just gotten home from grocery shopping when she noticed her house was quiet. A little too quiet, considering Billy and Tommy were out from kindergarten early today.

But as she began to move about the kitchen putting away the groceries she thought nothing of it, thinking that maybe her wife and sons were upstairs in their room, watching a movie like they did every Tuesday on their early dismissal day.

As Wanda finished putting the last of groceries away and still not a peep was heard throughout the house she began heading upstairs to search the rooms.

Her first stop was Billy and Tommy’s room, thinking maybe the twins got bored of watching the film mid way like they always did and decided to come play with their toys instead, but as she checked the room it was completely spotless and empty. Letting her know they were probably still with you, so she made her way to your shared bedroom.

Wanda knocks softly on the door, pushing it open slowly and peeking her head in as to not disturb you and the boys from whatever she expected to see you watching, but the sight that greets her instead has her completely enamored.

There in front of her very own eyes were a sleeping Y/N, Billy and Tommy. Feeling her heart swell with happiness at the way her sons and wife were sleeping.

The three of them were laying on their left side, lips pouty, faces serene; not an ounce of worry on their features. Each hugging a pillow in the same way, as the trio also had a leg slightly bent.

Wanda quickly makes her way downstairs to retrieve her phone so she can snap a quick few photos to show you once you wake up to help diminish the fears that have been pestering you these past few weeks.

Fears over the possibility that your sons may never display some of your traits. Fears that your boys will never fully accept you because you are not their biological mother.

Smiling as she looks at the pictures, Wanda feels her heart swell at the prospect of easing your worries and decides to let you and the boys continue on napping while she gets started on a late lunch.

Humming to herself as she moves around the kitchen making a quick light meal, she squeals in surprise when she feels arms suddenly wrap around her waist from behind.

"Y/N!" Wanda exclaims, heart beating wildly in her chest, "you scared the hell out of me," she laughs, turning in your arms, taking in the sight of your disheveled hair and slightly sleepy eyes.

"I'm sorry mi amor, I tried calling you, but you were in your own world," you smile tenderly, your eyes closing as Wanda runs a hand through your hair to tame it.

"Did you nap okay?" The redhead asks softly.

"Mm-hmm," you hum contentedly, Wanda's ministrations causing you comfort, "but I missed you," you pout slightly, "sleeping without you is never fun, but I had great company so I can’t complain,” you wink. “The boys had an exciting day today. According to them, their school put on a little decathlon of sorts all the physical activity must have tired them out," you laugh softly, "both fell asleep during the first 5 minutes of the movie and seeing them sleep made me sleepy so I decided to nap as well, sorry I wasn't awake to help you put the groceries away," you apologize and Wanda shakes her head pressing light kisses to your lips.

"No need to worry my love, I know how stressful these past few weeks have been, I'm just glad you got some rest," your wife says, hands caressing your face softly and smile widening as she remembers the pictures she took while you were asleep, "also I want to show you something exciting that happened while you were sleeping," Wanda says, eyes shining bright with happiness.

"Aww man, what'd I miss?" You say with a small frown at the prospect of missing out on something cool.

Wanda laughs at your expression, "you're going to love this, trust me," she says as she begins to pull the pictures up, handing you her phone so you can see what she is so excited about, "here," the redhead says, biting her lip in anticipation.

As you hold the cellular device in your hand and inspect the image of you and the twins mirroring each other while asleep, you can't help but let out a watery laugh, "oh my god babe," you whisper softly, "my boys, Max, they're really my boys," you chuckle, as you look at Wanda, tears pouring out of your eyes in happiness.

The redhead approaches you, hands cradling your face tenderly, "they are baby, they are your boys, and they love you so so much, it's clear to see. I mean they mirror you for crying out loud," Wanda laughs tearily, feeling her own emotions well up at the fact that you are so happy at this realization. "I have never doubted that they were yours my love, you may not have had them and biology be damned, but they are your sons, what more proof do we need baby?" Your wife says and you smile happily.

"I love you so much, Max. Thank you, thank you so much for giving me this beautiful gift. Mi amor, words will never be able to explain what this means to me," you smile tearfully, kissing Wanda softly.

As both you and your wife get lost in each other for a moment, a pair of voices interrupt your loving make out session, “mami!” Both you and Wanda hear exclaimed, making you pull apart with a small laugh.

“Your boys beckon you, my love,” your wife says with a beaming smile.

“My boys,” you say happily, placing a quick kiss to Wanda’s lips before you make your way to the stairs with a huge grin on your face.

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The Aeon Of Creation : Surprise ?

P1 (here) -> P2 (coming soon)

TW : English isn't my first language, bad english. Spoil Penacony quests.

Gender : Male/GN

Pronouns used : He/They

Info : I was sad when I haven't found any hsr sahsr au, so I decided to write one.

There was an Aeon that everyone know in the universe.

The first Aeon that have been appeared, The Aeon Of Creation.

It’s said that The Aeon Of Creation was the first being that had appear, that it’s them that have create the universe, the worlds, and that have created the others Aeons. That it’s them that say who can be an Aeon.

But no one has seen them for a while now. Even the others Aeons were worried, even Nanook.

It’s only decades later that a trailblazer saw them.

<----->

His name was Caelus, he was in a dream at Penacony when he meet them.

They seems so familiar, but also they seems like a stranger.

“Excuse me.” Said the grey hair, looking at the h/c hair. “Have we met before ?”

They had h/l h/c hair, e/c, s/c, and they were wearing a white shirt with a sleeveless sweater on top, a trench coat, black pants and shoes.

They had a men body, and they look like a men in every way. But, more Caelus was watching them, more they don’t seems to be human, and more they remember him someone- but he don’t know who.

It was.. strange.

“Maybe yes, maybe no.. Who know ?” ask the person-thing. “I'm sorry, I have a bad memory."

They were lying, Caelus didn’t know how, but he just know it.

He hate when people lie to him.

“I’m Y/N and my pronouns are he/him. Just a person traveling in the universe. Nice to meet you.” He introduced himself lifting his hat a little in a sort of reverence- since when did he have a hat ?!

Caelus ask no question -he was used to things like that.

“I’m Caelus, a nameless.” He said, Compared to usual, he didn't make a joke or show off like he usually did. He didn’t really think about it at that moment.

<----->

Caelus was often with Y/N.

They was what we can called ‘best friend’.

Every time Caelus was in Penacony, he would go straight to Y/N.

Y/N gave off a sort of comforting and familiar aura. One that he found difficult to part with. Maybe the reason he clung so tightly to his friend was to avoid a repeat of Firefly, to protect him. Caelus didn't know, and he didn't search for an answer, focusing on the present.

“Caelus ! Do attention ! I swear one day you will die soon if you continue like that !” His friend swore as Caelus passed on the road to join him, not paying attention to the passing cars, almost being run over by one.

Caelus only give a nervous laugh at that.

<----->

Being the Aeon of Creation for them was boring.

They knew everything, having nothing to learn. That annoyed them. They wanted to learn, to discover things.

But with their creations worshiping them, some much, MUCH, more than others, it was impossible. So they took a human form and visited the planets, the worlds, that they had created from another point of view.

<----->

Humans were very attached to all this gender and sex stuff, so they took on a masculine appearance and he/him pronouns. Like that, they really look like the other humans ! Well, except for their blood. They had a blood that was like the universe, no, that was like their blood was the universe ! Just like their tears. And it's never touching the ground, disappearing in the air. They had to be careful for not being hurt or crying in front of people (but why and how they know their tears colors ?)

They was travelling alone until they meet him.

He was a boy with short grey hair and yellow eyes. His name was Akivili.

They traveled the universe together, in the Express.

Akivili was their first friend, their first best friend,

Their first love.

They were really closed, and the Aeon realized too late that they were falling for him.

The day they wanted to confess, Akivili disappeared.

The Aeon of Creation have done all for finding him, but always in a human form, they didn’t want people to realize who they was.

And, one day, in a dream they meet someone that look like Akivili.

His name was Caelus, a nameless, just like Akivili.

The Aeon of Creation thought that maybe, just maybe, he was Akivili, a reincarnation, or a descendant of him. They were sure the two were related.

Especially that he have the name Akivili wanted to give to his son.

The day before the Creator turn Akivili into an Aeon.

“Hey, if one day you have a kid, what name will you give them ?” ask Akivili.

“Huh- I don’t know ?” said the Aeon confused. They thought about how everyone always gives two names to this question, one feminine and one masculine. “Aether if it’s a boy and Stelle if it’s a girl.”

“Great names. You’re always creatives for names.” Said the mortal.

“And you ?”

“Caelus if it’s a boy and Lumine if it’s a girl.” Akivili answer easily.

Akivili always had something for picking great name.

It’s him who gave them the name Y/N after all.

So, for knowing who really Caelus was, they decided to stay with him.

Of what they had understood, he lost a dear friend, so Y/N helped him at the same time with all his grief thing.

And that worked ! Well, in a way ?

Caelus was feeling better now that Y/N was here, but he was what mortals called ‘clingy’.

The Aeon found that funny – Akivili was always clingy with them when he was tired. So that make them think of the past.

They was happy to compare Caelus to Akivili, making some theories about it, and not to some creep that prayed them..

Maybe The Aeon Of Creations have what mortals called a trauma caused by a few of their believers.

<----->

The Aeon Of Creation is traumatized of all this Sagau imposter AU/j I thought making the creator having a universe color blood and tears will be funny because, you know, they created it- The Creator thinking Caelus is Akivili is an idea that would hurt when it will be more developed.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x gn reader #hsr x male reader #gn reader #male reader #hsr sahsr au #honkai star rail sahsr au #honkai star rail x gn reader #honkai star rail x male reader #akivili x aeon of creation #Raccoon is writing #sahsrau

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sanguineterrain · 3 months

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could i request something with dick where he returns home to reader like almost at dawn and just immediately collapses into bed to cuddle them? i know it’s kind of boring and simple but i’d love nothing more than to wake up w/ mr grayson 😭

short n sweet <3 thanks for requesting!

dick grayson x gn!reader. fluffy cuddles. iubire = 'my love' in romanian.

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You jolt awake at a hand on your cheek. Your legs are tangled in a small throw quilt for the couch and half your body is wedged between the cushions.

"Hey," Dick whispers. "Sorry to wake you, honey."

Milky masked eyes stare at you. Dick's knelt in front of the couch, still in his suit. He peels the domino mask off and tilts his head. Bits of sealant and irritated skin surround his eyes, a consequence of wearing a mask for too long.

"Hi," you say, reaching for him and gently touching his face.

His hand slides up and down your arm and you feel the apology before he says it.

"I'm sorry I'm back so late," he says. "Emergency."

"It's Blüdhaven. I'm not surprised," you say back, sleepily petting his hair. "You don't have to apologize. I know what I signed up for."

Dick catches your hand and kisses your palm.

"Were you waiting up for me?" he asks.

"Um… I attempted to wait up for you. Dunno when I fell asleep."

His face softens even further.

"You don't have to do that," he says.

"Mm. Pretty sure we've had this conversation before. I'm gonna worry and I'm gonna wait up."

Dick leans in and kisses your temple. He rests his lips there for a few moments. You wrap your arm around his neck. He strokes your thigh, like he has to touch you. You could sleep like this. You could die like this.

"Let's go to bed, iubire."

Loving him is bliss. You want to tell him, but your brain can't form the words currently. You hug him tighter, cheek to cheek, and hope he understands. Dick laughs softly and pets your back.

"I gotta shower. I'll be ten minutes, max."

He untangles himself. Your hands are the last to separate, fingers lingering on yours. The bathroom light turns on. You wrap the quilt from the couch around your shoulders and pad into your shared bedroom.

It's especially cold tonight and the temperature change shocks your nervous system. You curl into a ball and doze as you wait for Dick to finish.

You wake up to Dick crawling into bed. He kisses your shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry," he whispers, lifting the blanket. "Sleep, I'm here."

"Hold me," you mumble, patting the bed in search of his hand.

Dick curls around you immediately. His chest is against your back, and he puts an arm around your belly and a leg over your legs. The tip of his nose rests on your neck. He's warm from the shower and smells like the vanilla body wash you bought last week.

"Missed you, Dickie," you manage to say before succumbing to your exhaustion.

"Nowhere near as much as how much I missed you."

#dick grayson x reader #god i havent posted in AGES #dick grayson x you #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson imagine #richard grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #batman fanfiction #inbox #blurb

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mins-fins · 23 days

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★̲ YOU HAVE ONE NEW VOICEMAIL FROM . . . 나재민 !

SEPTEMBER 9, 00:22 AM

HI BABY!! okay um before you purge me and murder my entire family i'm sorry for not calling you yesterday.. it was after the first show and i was exhausted but anyway, how was the concert? did you enjoy it? do you think i did well? do you—[a small shout is heard from behind him] I AM NOT "WHIPPED" SHUT UP! ignore chenle he doesn't know what he's talking about, is it bad that i love my dear partner so much? he's just sad and lonely—AM NOT!— ARE TOO! STOP YELLING AT ME!! you're gonna come tomorrow right? if work doesn't keep you in that is, god i hate your job, and i miss you, i miss you so bad, it's going to be hard to do this when international tour dates start, all we have connecting us is some stupid phone..[another shout is heard from behind him] OKAY FINE! it's too late, we have to wake up early tomorrow, alright bye i love you! sleep well!

NOVEMBER 23, 22:45 PM

haechan totally tried to trip me on stage today, that little shit..anyway, hi baby!! sorry for the like— two calls every week but it's been so hard to find alone time for myself these days, i really like japan though, we should come here sometime for a trip! just me and you, maybe on one of my breaks, if i can even get one. i miss you, having jeno as company is beginning to get boring, i mean, i love jeno obviously but i see him every single day!! i'm literally about to go insane without you here, i'm about to pay for your flight here and make up some excuse to your manager about a family issue or something.. will they even believe that? i don't care, it's been a while since we went anywhere together, just the two of us, also, did i tell you your mom called me? apparently she really liked our performance, she called me to tell me about it!! anyway um, i have no time left, hope you have a good night, i love you!!

NOVEMBER 26, 02:09 AM

jeno snores way too loudly, so no sleep for me, and he also complains so much about everything so now i have to whisper for this, but anyway, i know you're probably asleep as well so it doesn't matter if i send this cause you'll see it in the morning but i don't care! whoops, right, whispering. i can't believe that you can't come to the shows, it's all sooooo boring without you. i always search for you in the audience but then i don't see you and i get upset, you being in the crowd would make everything much better, hopefully you can at find time to get here before the final japanese show this year.. is this corny? i don't think so, i just— i miss you, i say that all the time but i do, a lot. um yeah that's all, i should probably sleep now, i love you!

DECEMBER 2, 21:37 PM

I KNEW YOU HAD SOME STUPID PLAN! i can't believe i didn't even notice you sneaking up on me that was….. i can't start, i'll go on and on forever. how did you even get backstage? did you talk to mark or something? i don't know i guess i'm just— i'm just very surprised, you didn't even tell me anything! i'm not going to lie.. it was such a smart plan, i'm glad you were able to make it, seeing you again was so nice i almost cried having to let go of you, and yeah i tried to contain myself in front of the members but i couldn't, they had to get it though! because when you're partner is right there you can't just stand there and be normal, i did mean to trap you in that hug! god being able to wrap my arms around you again was so nice, you give such good hugs you know? i know you won't be here for long but let's make the most of our time together okay? i'm happy you're here, alright i have to go now, good night, i love you.

DECEMBER 10, 09:30 AM

hi hi!! happy to say that i will be back soon! don't be surprised if i just randomly show up in your house one day, world famous idol na jaemin in your kitchen, making himself some coffee, you might have a heart attack, i hope i don't scare you again, not like that one time after hot sauce promotions ended.. your face was hilarious, i'm sorry for that one baby, i was really just trying to surprise you.. anyway, tour picks back up in february, so we have time to be idiots and go on stupid dates, get chased down by the staff.. okay maybe not that, the last time they almost caught us was funny though. alright um— just wanted to tell you i'll be back soon! i'll make sure to pass by a convenience store and get you ice cream, and yes i'll remember to get cookie dough this time, still not sure what you have against strawberry..alright that's it! i'll see you soon, i love you!!

#na jaemin #nct #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles #nct dream scenarios #nct dream x reader #jaemin imagines #jaemin drabbles #jaemin scenarios #jaemin x reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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dannyboy-writes · 3 months

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Running away

After fleeing the Fire Nation's land you found yourself in a small fishing village. Filled with flowers in spring and sunlight in the summer, with piles of leaves in autumn and a tad of snow in winter. Just a hint of whiteness.

The last thing you would've expected from your travels was to end up here, having somewhat of a normal life, filled with joy. The only thing you would've changed was your last conversation with a certain someone.

“You used to have long hair,” a familiar but distant voice said, as you turned around.

"You used to be shorter," you said, face as serious as you could.

With a still straight face she said, "I could have you executed for that."

"Only if you can catch me," you finally broke a smile.

"True," Azula said, smiling as well.

"What brings you to this lovely and remote area of the world," you asked, pulling some things off the table.

"I was searching for someone. They owe me a goodbye," she said playfully.

You put some water in a kettle, "I believe they said goodbye already."

"Did they?"

"I gave you a letter, it's more than I did to most," you defended.

"You didn't give me a letter."

"Well, I hid it in your room. You found it, you can't lie to me Azula," you laughed.

She tried to maintain a serious face but dropped it soon as well, "I did find it."

"I couldn't exactly leave it laying around, not with everything that was happening."

"I understand," she nodded. "I just wish you had given it to me."

"I thought of it, but it was late. I had to ninja my way for it, I'm very proud of that," you said.

"Because of the guards?"

"Yeah, that and the fact that everyone had my face in a reward poster…"

She clasped her hands together and nodded.

"Why are you still standing, Zula?" You said bringing a kettle of tea to the table and sitting down. "Get comfortable, do you want anything else?"

"No, it's fine," she said, shifting in her spot.

"Is everything okay?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be," she asked in a paranoid tone.

"No reason," you said as she sat down. "Did you really come all this way just to get a goodbye?"

"Don't be silly, y/n. It's on the way in my travels," she lied.

It had been too long since she last saw you, and the way your voice strained in your throat took her off balance. Perhaps this was how you'd always spoken, but she didn't think so. Maybe she had just grown too paranoid.

"Where are you going?" You asked.

"Oh, let's not speak of that. How are you?"

The question rocked you off your place, but you managed not to show it.

"Well, I'm doing well. There's not much to do around here but fishing, so I do that, and sell that as well. I'm growing this tree in the back, it used to have a torn branch and it was falling off, but now it's looking good," you explained. "Sorry, you're probably bored by this." You said, knowing Azula wasn't one to be interested in the common occurrences of life.

"No, continue," she dismissed. And as you raised your eyebrow asked, "Please."

"Well, there is also a small dragon-moose that comes around every now and then, searching for food. I tend to leave a pot of fresh water and some leftovers for him." You paused to sip on your tea, "Other than that it's all pretty calm. There's mostly old people here, so no one asks many questions. They usually tell stories to me, not the other way around, which is good."

It was good, Azula thought. If you were still in hiding, even if you weren't in Fire Nation soil, it was good for people not to ask many questions.

"How do you know it's the same dragon-moose?" She found herself asking, much to her own surprise.

You were taken a bit aback by the question but answered anyways. "Oh, he has a little white spot in between the eyes. Plus he always waits for me to sit down before he eats the food. I don't know why, really."

She smiled, again to her surprise. How simple your life was, and how content with it you sounded. All you did was fish, feed animals and listen to old people's stories, and yet you looked like the happiest person in the world.

“It sounds wonderful,” she simply replied.

“Yeah… You sure you're fine?" You asked, concerned. It had been some time since you last saw her, but she didn't use to ask this many questions.

“You have nothing to worry about, y/n. I promise," she nodded.

"Okay… Do you plan on staying?"

"Would you like me to stay?"

"I'm asking so I know how much food I should make, you don't have to stay."

"If you want me to stay I'll stay," she stated.

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that. "Uh, yeah, I would love that," you smiled. "That would be great."

She nodded once again, this time with a smile plastered on her face. She thought about staying there, in your little house by the sea.

Things would be so easy if she just had one more chance with you.

But she had Zuko and his friends on her heels, and it was better to leave you out of Fire Nation problems. One last dinner with you, that was all she needed.

When you woke up next morning with the house silent you knew she was gone, and when you walked into the kitchen and saw the note you hoped she was safe.

A little ‘thank you’ was all you had, and it was all you’d need.

#azula x reader #azula imagine #avatar the last airbender #atla imagine

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sorrowsofsilence · 4 months

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Burning Out • II

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 10k

Warnings: smut 18+ (unprotected, pls wrap b4 u tap), fem!receiving, explicit language, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, alcohol, smoking

Authors note: Chapter Two: One of Us is Broken Glass - welp this took a turn I did not plan! lol. Also sorry its so long, and if its a little messy, i tried to get it out as fast as I could! songs are One of Us by the world alive and Broken glass by unprocessed ;)

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <;3

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“This is LAPD!”A loud voice boomed from the other side of the door, the doorknob turning, attempting to open.

“Shit,” Noah mumbled, looking around the hallway frantically. He stood up, searching for something before he stared down at me, an idea clicking in his mind. Noah tore his sweater off, along with his black tank top underneath, leaving him shirtless before me.

“What the hell are you doing!” I whisper-yelled, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“Kiss me,” He said, kneeling in front of me again, complete distress and fear glazing over his eyes.

“Excuse me?” I now yelled, a little too loud as the door below us rattled again.

“LAPD! Open up!”

“I need you to kiss me, please,” Noah’s eyes bore into my own as he begged, “Trust me, just this once, please Y/N.”

NOAH

As I walked down the sidewalk, my earbuds blaring, I scoped the houses Y/N and I walked by earlier. Some of them still had lights on despite how late it was, so I decided to keep walking further until I found a cul de sac, splayed with townhouses. I pulled the ski mask over my head, tucking the bottom of my hair into the back of my hoodie. Tightening the backpack straps around my shoulders, my eyes scanned each house, looking through the outsides until I landed on one right at the top. A lamp dimly lit the living room, and as I walked by, I could hear a cat crying at the door. Usually, I avoided houses with lights, but I felt drawn to this one. Was it the cat? I was always a fan of them.

As I approached the front door and checked for cameras, I listened to the feline crying on the other side. When I placed my hand on the knob and turned it, the cat immediately trilled in greeting.

No one is home, and the cat is waiting for their owner. Jackpot.

I sighed to myself, deciding that this was the house I’d chosen tonight. Maybe, I could squeeze in some cat-petting dopamine before the trail of guilt sets in.

Unzipping my backpack, I pulled out the metal tools and got to work on the lock. I took my phone out of my pocket and began timing myself. The only way I found I could make this enjoyable for me was by trying to see how fast I could pick a lock.

Placing the tension wrench through the keyhole, I twisted, finding the lock turned to the right. I slid the pick through, applying light pressure, listening and feeling for the springs to determine the correct combination. Switching the pick for the rake, I listened as the pins dropped, increasing the pressure on the tension wrench. Twisting, the lock clicked, and I was in.

“Twenty-eight seconds,” I hummed to myself, nodding in approval. New record.

I turned the knob, entering. The cat meowed as if he was waiting for me, immediately purring as it slithered between my legs, head rubbing along my pants, tail wrapping around my ankle. It was massive for a cat, an ashy orange with white spirals trailing its body. Kneeling I scratched its head, flipping the collar between my covered fingers.

“Juice,” I laughed to myself, what a cute name for an Orange cat. He trilled again, meowing loudly at the attention, pushing his head into my hand. At least I’m going to assume it is a him.

Standing up I quickly got to work, unsure of how much time I had. I pulled my flashlight out of my bag and walked into the living room. As I was about to turn off the lamp, just so no one could see inside, I looked at the walls, various band posters plastered across the light green paint. My eyes skimmed over the sleep token one that hung above the couch.

My thoughts immediately trailed back to Y/N, her smile lighting up my mind.

Well, I believe Somewhere in the past Something was between You and I, my dear

Shaking the lyrics out of my head, I took it for a coincidence, before looking through various drawers. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

I decided to look around for a bathroom to search for any medications I knew would make money. Walking around the first floor I found a guest bathroom before I decided to head upstairs to search. There was one right away and I opened the medicine cabinet, almost cheering when I found various prescription bottles. Diazepam, Adderall, Zolpidem, and even cough syrup, Dextromethorphan. Jackpot for me, but I feel bad for whoever has to take these.

I threw the bottles into my bag, before walking to the nearest bedroom. Juice followed me around, meowing loudly at my presence. I tried shushing him, but he remained persistent.

I pushed open the bedroom door and was met with the sweet scent of perfume, which was extremely familiar. I couldn’t place my finger on where I recognized it from.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked around, unsure where to go first before my eyes landed on a collection of polaroids taped above the oak wooden bed. Walking towards them, I almost jumped in shock at the women smiling in each photo, my stomach falling. This is Y/N’s house.

No fucking way. Out of every single house I could have gone to I broke into hers. What the fuck kind of strings is fate trying to pull?

I needed to get out now, there was no way in hell I wanted her to catch me here. I can’t just threaten her with a gun. I wanted to get to know her, and if I scare her there’s no way I could pretend it wasn’t me.

Guiltily, I took one last look around her room, looking for anything valuable I could quickly grab before belining it out of there; I still had a job to do. As I turned I heard someone open the front door. My hand covered my mouth in shock, heart racing.

“Juice?”

It was her, I memorized the upturn of her words. Fuck.

Looking around the room frantic, I debated where I was going to hide. Closet? Bathroom? Under the bed?

“Juju baby? Where are you?”

I listened to Y/N’s footsteps as she walked back towards the kitchen, and I took this as my opportunity to walk across the room. The floor creaked under me and I swore to myself again- she heard that; there was no way I would make it to the bathroom.

Juice watched intently from the corner of the room, staring at the door with wide, curious eyes. It was way too quiet below; Y/N must be listening. Juice’s eyes snapped towards the door as soon as he heard the damp creak of Y/N walking up the stairs. I squeezed my eyes shut as Juice ran out of the room, my chest pounding with anxiety. I slid behind the closet door.

The hallway light flickered on and my breath caught in my throat, Y/N screamed before a cautious laugh escaped her lips.

“Jesus Christ cat, you scared the absolute shit out of me!”

Oh my god, what the hell am I going to do?

Juice ran into the room, causing me to jump as he landed on the bed, watching the closet with wide eyes. He meowed as Y/N entered. I needed to get out of here.

“What? Are you hungry? Your bowl is literally full,” she said, and I watched her shake her head as she began to pull her sweater over her head; now was my chance to bolt out.

I slid out of the closet door while her eyes were covered, and as I was about to walk past Y/N she threw her sweater into the hamper; she would turn around any second. Without thinking I panicked, grabbing her from behind, sliding my hand over her mouth to cover any noise.

Her screams were dampened through my glove, and before she could squirm away I wrapped my arm around her torso, holding her firmly against me. Why the fuck didn’t I just run? Why did I think this was a good idea?

With a racing heart, I turned her around to face the mirror, maybe she would see I didn’t mean any harm.

I watched as tears fell from her face, my heart aching as she whimpered when her eyes snapped between my own and the gun.

But of course, she’s going to think you’ll harm her you dumb fuck, you’re a masked vigilante with a goddamn gun.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said gently, my voice trembling. I was going to run as soon as I let go, and she would never know it was me; and all would be ok because I would delete her number and never see her again… right?

Y/N stared at me, her body shaking beneath my arms. I held her closer, squeezing instinctually as a form of comfort; but I knew she was anywhere but in solace.

“I’m going to leave, and you’re going to let me. Understood?” I said, sucking in a deep breath as I closed my eyes, preparing myself to book it down the stairs, and out of the house forever.

“Please don’t scream,” I made my last request, loosening my grip on her body. As I pulled myself apart to free her from my cage, Y/N turned around, kicking me with extreme force.

Fuck! I groaned and my hands wrapped around myself protectively as I fell over. My body clenched in pain as I hung my head. Y/N ran out of the room and it took everything in me to get out and follow her; there was no way I was getting out of here without her finding out.

“You fucking followed me you creep!” Y/N screamed, anger seething from her tongue. She held the knife towards me as I crawled out of the room, “You’re a fucking lowlife, get out of my house or I’m calling the cops-”

My eyes locked onto hers, her E/C eyes piercing me with disgust.

“Noah.”

I felt my chest clench and I closed my eyes; she said my name with complete hatred radiating off of every syllable. How did she know it was me? I wasn’t wearing any of the same clothes, and my tattoos weren’t visible.

“I swear to god I had no idea this was your house,” tears brimmed my eyes as I stood up, bracing myself on her door. Pain shot through my crotch as I folded over myself.

“Please Y/N, don’t call the cops,” I begged.

“Why shouldn’t I call the cops!” She screamed towards me, tears falling from her face. Y/N grabbed her phone, dialling who I assumed was 9-1-1, and my stomach fell once again in complete fear. She can’t call the cops- I can’t get caught.

I pleaded one more time, but Y/N pressed the button, and I listened to the faint ring.

They can’t catch me or I’ll lose everything. I’ll lose my brothers, and I won’t be able to fix what I fucked up. Jolly will be so disappointed in me if I’m caught, who else will help Ruffilo and Folio pay off our debts? Who else will stop D if I’m locked up?

Thoughts raced through my mind as I panicked, chest heaving and before I could even think, my hand reached once again for the judgement between my waistband.

Y/N’s face paled, her lips parted as she stared at the gun in terror. I have never seen anyone more afraid in my entire life. Not even the woman from yesterday compared to how Y/N stood frozen, before my threat.

“Hang up,” I whispered, my mouth completely dry from trepidation, “Y/N, hang up, please.”

Y/N spiralled into a panic attack, losing her ability to breathe. Once she calmed down we sat for a moment, before loud knocks erupted from the front door.

“This is LAPD!”

“Shit,” I mumbled, looking frantically. Usually, when you call 9-1-1 and don’t answer the call back they’ll send someone to check your location, to make sure you're okay. I didn’t think they’d come this fast.

Y/N looked between the door and me, wiping the smeared lipstick off of her face.

Do I hide? Do I surrender?

My gaze trailed between her eyes and her red lipstick. Smeared lipstick. My mind raced quickly for a solution, the pounding on the door pulsing through me.

Lipstick can smear when kissing intensely. Kissing intensely implies making out. Perhaps we were making out and she buttdialled 9-1-1. If I get her lipstick on my face it’ll be believable. Then I won’t get caught.

I removed my sweater and tank top to provide the illusion that we were ready to make our souls one. Please do this for me Y/N. Please.

+++++

Y/N

Noah pulled away, frantically, and I watched as the lipstick I wore was smeared over his lips.

“Answer the door with me- pretend we were making out.”

I stared at Noah in disbelief, scoffing. This fucker was mad.

His doe brown eyes implored into my own, “I will tell you everything if you do this for me. Everything about me, everything I can say.”

I watched as his eyes trailed over my face in hopelessness, begging for an answer. I nodded quickly, and Noah grabbed my wrist, pulling me down the stairs.

Noah wrapped his fingers in my belt loop, tugging me beside him; he then opened the door, revealing our deceit to the uniformed man who stood ahead.

“Hi officer?” Noah asked in a confused tone, panting his chest heavily, all for show.

“Evening,” the man at the door darted his eyes between the two of us quizzically.

Noah pulled me into him, wrapping his arm around me. Playing into it I gave the officer a puzzled look, placing my hand on Noah’s chest with false admiration.

“Uh- we received a phone call from this location, we wanted to check in to make sure everyone is alright.” He eyed me suspiciously. Noah must have noticed, so he held me closer. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. I fit into him like I was always meant to be there, our bodies the perfect ratio. The amenity I felt as I rested beside his body sent shivers down my spine; I shouldn’t be feeling this way when he had just broken into my house.

The officer skimmed over my lips before gazing at Noah’s face, analyzing our deception.

“Oh, you did?” Noah furrowed his brows, looking down at me now.

“I didn’t call…” I said, patting my pockets, “My phone is upstairs, one second.”

I ran up the stairs and grabbed my device, before looking at the call log.

“Oh shit,” I laughed, fabricating a smile up at Noah, pushing myself back into his side, “I must’ve butt dialled… when you uhm…”

Noah raised a brow, and I looked between him and the officer, “when you pushed me against the wall,” I whispered the lie through gritted teeth, being loud enough just for the man at the door to hear.

Noah’s lips splayed into a sly smile, before he winked at the officer, “I was away on a trip for three weeks, y’know how it is.”

The officer coughed, looking anywhere but at us now, “Alright well, stay safe you two. Have a great night.”

“Oh, we will, Right babe?” Noah laughed, slapping my ass which caused me to yelp.

“Have a great night officer, sorry again!” I said, pulling Noah’s arm away from the door before shutting it.

Noah closed his eyes as relief filled him, his tense shoulders relaxing. I took a step back, still cautious.

“Now get your shit and leave,” I said, immediately glaring at him, “I never want to see you again.” I wiped my lips, attempting to erase the memory of him from a few minutes ago. His touch branded into me.

“Let me explain,” Noah held out his hands, taking a step towards me. He watched me with so much genuine concern, that I felt my walls breaking down. I took another step back. As much as I wanted nothing more to do with him, my mind raced with innate curiosity at the same time.

“You have five minutes.” I sighed, “Grab your shirt, it’s weird that you’re standing there half-naked.”

Noah nodded, scrambling up the stairs, and pulling his clothes back over his body. I led us into the living room, flopping onto the couch, motioning for him to take a seat next to me.

Noah sat on the opposite side, as far as he could from me, before letting his body sink into the fabric as he closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath. We sat in silence for a moment, the Deja Vu of events mirroring our earlier endeavour in the park. This time it was different. I know I reminisced earlier about wanting adventure in my life, but a strange variation of Stockholm syndrome was not on today’s agenda. However, something stirred inside me as I sat beside the vigilante, the man who captured my gaze earlier still pulling at the strings of my perplexed endearment.

“So,” Noah began, staring at the carpet.

“So,” I mimicked, watching him warily, “you don’t strike me as a professional criminal.”

“That’s what makes me good at it I guess.” Noah stifled a laugh. I rolled my eyes at him.

“I know you don’t believe me, but I didn’t follow you,” Noah said, holding his face in his hands, “Like Y/N, the odds are astronomical. I genuinely don’t know the probability of choosing your house out of the rest of the neighbourhood.”

“Why was my house chosen then?” I asked, eyes quizzical.

Noah shrugged, “I don’t know, there isn’t a method. I saw the light on, I heard your cat. I don’t know.”

“Sure,” I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest, “maybe one day you’ll admit you’re a fucking stalker.”

Noah shook his head, “are you even hearing me?”

He sat up, leaning over his knees, “I swear to the fucking gods, satan, whoever you want, that I did not know, this was your house. Over the bodies of my dead parents even.”

His eyes bore into mine as he said the last line and my breath hitched in my throat. The pain in his expression caused me to swallow harshly, my heart sinking.

“You have dead parents too?”

Noah licked his lips as his eyebrows furrowed. Snapping his gaze from me he hung over his knees again, staring at the floor.“My mom died from cancer. My dad couldn’t handle it and killed himself. I was only twelve, but I had my best friends who took me in. My brothers.”

My mouth felt dry as I listened to him speak. It made sense to me why he never said sorry in the park when I told him about mine. He knew that sorry’s wouldn’t change the fact they were already dead, and sympathy felt like pity; especially in this case.

“So, what are you doing in my house in the first place?”

Noah looked the other way as he avoided my eyes in shame, “Stealing. Larceny. Theivery. Whatever you’d like to call it. It’s one of the easiest ways to make money on the streets; other than drugs.”

“So you’re a burglar.” I nodded, tightening my smile, “Boy, you really know how to pick ‘em, Y/N.” I mumbled to myself, almost laughing at how comical it sounded.

“I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t have to.” Noah sat back on the couch now, letting his head rest back against the furniture, the tattoo that crawled around his neck splayed for my eyes, “but we owe a lot of money to a very dangerous man, and this is the only way we can keep up with his requests.”

“Who?” I asked, this newfound information leaving me curious as I tried my best not to stare at the snake that wrapped around his nape.

Noah closed his eyes, “You shouldn’t know; for your safety.”

I gave him a dry laugh, “My safety was long gone the second I agreed to you sitting on my couch.”

“Touche,” Noah hummed, “But that is one thing I won’t tell you.”

“How long have you been… doing this?” I watched him as he turned his head.

“Long enough.”

“How long Noah?” I pried, “If that’s even your name.”

He raised a brow, “that’s my real name. Noah Sebastian if you want specifics.”

Noah Sebastian.

“The grand fuck up, as my friend Jolly likes to call it, started when I was fourteen,” Noah ran his thumb across the tops of his fingers, “Ever since then, we’ve been paying our back monthly.”

“And what’s ‘the grand fuck up’?” I watched as he outlined the letters on his knuckles; I never noticed what they said earlier.

“It was my first job, and Jolly said I needed to do it to become a man- to join the pact.” Noah said, his hazelnut eyes fixated on the letters, “I stole an expensive car, that I guess happened to have something valuable in it. The car belonged to our beloved felon if you will. He caught us and said we could either be killed or work for him. When we pay off the debt we owe, we can be free.”

“We being…” I questioned.

“Me and my three amigos.” Noah said, “I fucked us all over, and it’s been seven years. Seven years and nothing has changed.”

Noah squeezed his eyes closed again, the guilt eating him alive as he held back the tears that brimmed his eyes. My guard began letting go, the urge to wrap my arms around his body and comfort him surging through me.

“What does your tattoo say?” I asked, changing the subject.

Noah looked at his fingers again, blinking rapidly, “Bad omens.”

“Bad omens?”

He held his hands out to me, scooting closer to me. Instinctually I grabbed his hands with my own, surveying the ink that embedded these words into his skin forever.

“An omen is a sign of something to come. Everything that comes my way seems to be bad.” Noah’s eyes trailed my fingers as I began tracing over the letters myself, thinking about his words.

“Then I went to the coffee shop I go to every day and saw you. For once I thought maybe something good could happen,” His uncomfortable snicker snapped my eyes up to meet his, the deep ochre core engrossing me, “but I royally fucked that up, didn’t I?”

I pulled my hands from his, my fingers tingling from our contact.

“You can’t live in bad premonition.” I shook my head, sitting sideways on the couch so I faced the boy in front of me.

“Always have. Always will.” He shrugged, passing a small smile.

My chest ached at his words, the hopelessness reminding me of my past self. If Noah were to have talked to me a year ago, when I was stuck in my shithole of life back home, I would have said the same thing. Life was meaningless, and there was nowhere to go. I had been stuck in a loop of neverending sadness, but I had made it out now. I had worked my ass off to start fresh and begin a new life with my sorrows behind me. It was possible, but Noah was still stuck in his never-ending record, any thoughts of emboldened possibilities untouched and futile.

“At this point, I don’t even feel real; not unless I’m hurting in some way,” He said, the agony behind his voice catching me off guard, “It’s not like I enjoy being in this cycle of pain, but I’m so used to it. I don’t know what to do without it anymore.”

Noah scoffed, looking at his hands again in an attempt to distract his words, “Sometimes I think it would be better to just give up. Maybe I’ll see my dad again.”

I winced as he said that and pulled myself up onto the couch fully, holding my legs to my chest, “What keeps you going?” Tell me more, mysterious man. I’m ready to listen.

“My brothers. I need to help them and fix what I did.”

“Then what? When that’s done?” I pried, invested in his enigmatic words.

Noah’s silence didn’t surprise me as he stared at the ground, his mind capturing him. I wanted to ask him what thoughts ran through his head, but we sat in stillness again, the only sound present was the soft tick of my living room clock. Juice had crawled out of hiding, stalking into the living room. He meowed lightly, jumping onto the couch next to Noah. He sniffed him before rubbing his head along Noah’s sleeve.

“I don’t know.” He finally whispered in a sullen tone, raising his hand to gently stroke Juice’s fur. The hair on my arms raised at his dejected words as I watched Juice fold into his touch, Noah immediately loving on my cat.

“You look like you need a hug,” I surprised myself at my offer, but I stood up, holding my arms open and inviting Noah into my intimate space.

He watched me bewildered, “Huh?”

“Get over here.” I motioned for him to stand, and he hesitated for a moment before getting up.

Noah’s lanky figure approached me, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body towards mine in a protective embrace. I stood on my tiptoes to place my head in the crook of his neck, squeezing his body against my chest. Noah’s breath hitched in his throat as he held himself stiffly before easing his body into our entwined limbs. His arms held me close, his head resting against my own. As his chest shook through his complacency, I breathed deeply, sighing into our hug. Noah joined me in a deep exhale, listening to our breaths as we held onto each other, exchanging memories through our hold.

I’m sorry you lost your parents. I’m sorry you’re stuck. I’m listening.

“You don’t have to carry it all yourself. Humans aren’t made to be solitary creatures.” Boldly, I held my hand against Noah’s head, capturing him and all of his wounds. As I ran my fingers through his hair, Noah’s shoulders began to shake.

Can one of us be saved?

I can't forgive you, but I can't look away I have to tell myself it's better, better this way It's killing me

Soft sobs left his lips, his body vibrating through his tears.

Don't wait for the light Just fall asleep, embrace the night

The man crumbling before me was not a terrible person. He was merely a lost soul, fastened to routine and never-ending affliction. Perhaps, I can be another step to helping him find himself. He reminded me so much of my past; I couldn’t leave him.

Even if I got hurt in the process.

+++++

NOAH

I stood in Y/N’s arms for a few minutes as she squeezed my body reassuringly, continually running her fingers through my locks, pulling pained memories through each stroke, taking pieces of me for herself.

I can’t believe that through the absolute shit storm that was an hour ago, I stood here, sobbing in this woman’s embrace. I didn’t deserve to be treated with such kindness, yet Y/N held me as if we had known each other for years; as if I didn’t just invade all of her privacy and trust.

I haven’t shared my story with someone in a long time. My only family was Ruffilo, Folio and Jolly. They were the only ones who saw me suffer, but the way Y/N held me caused me to completely break down. How someone I met not even 24 hours ago could break down my walls left me baffled; but here I was, completely vulnerable to her touch.

How could she be so kind and selfless? She listened and understood. Her parents were gone too. She knew the feelings of abandonment.

Keep telling myself that I was the victim You were the one that pulled away I've got a cold heart, this is the sad part I don't think I can change

But the difference was that I was corrupt. I was not the good guy; my presence was tainting her.

Can one of us be saved? I feel like I'm better, better in a grave Better in a grave Better in a grave

“What’s the next step from acquaintances?” she tried to lighten the mood, giving me a small laugh.

I pulled away, my body already infected with the remembrance of her touch against my limbs. I wiped my eyes, face reddening at the embarrassment. I can’t believe I just cried on some girl’s shoulder. She was no longer just some girl.

“I mean, I don’t know if we should even be considered friends. I broke into your house.” I scoffed, wiping my nose with my hoodie sleeve as I sniffed.

“What about acquaintance-squared?” Y/N said, “I think now that I know you’re not just Noah, we’ve upgraded.”

I laughed, “Level two friendly strangers?”

Y/N joined me, the sound that left her body angelic. Part of me wanted to listen to her melody forever.

I knew then that I was fucked. Her hooks snagged me this morning, but now they were embedded, scars bound to be permanent. There was no way I could just leave her as a forgotten memory as I had thought earlier.

She knew too much.

“Sit down. I’m going to make you something to eat.” Y/N said, smiling kindly. My phone began buzzing in my pocket; I knew it had to be one of the boys.

I immediately shook my head in protest, “No Y/N, I should go.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I don’t deserve your hospitality.” I pulled my phone out and checked the caller ID. It was Ruffilo. 32 missed texts.

Jolly: You alright?

Jolly: Almost done?

Jolly: It’s been almost two hours since I’ve heard anything.

Jolly: You should’ve been done within the first hour.

Jolly: Your location says you’re still there; where are you?

Jolly: Noah answer your fucking phone.

She must’ve noticed the anxiety on my face when I noticed the messages. “Where do you live? At least let me drive you home then?”

I shook my head again, “It’s ok, I’ll walk.”

Y/N looked at the clock in the living room, “It’s three am, Noah. You’re not walking alone at this time.”

I almost scoffed at her worry but refrained, placing a hand on her shoulder, “Y/N, I’ll be okay.”

She scrunched her nose, clearly frustrated at my stubbornness. The pout her lips formed, whether out of tactic or genuine, left my heart racing.

“Noah,” She marched to the front door, grabbing her keys as she slipped on a pair of slippers shaped like cows. I couldn’t help but laugh lightly.

“Let’s go pretty boy.”

“I’m walking,” I stated, shoving my phone back into my pocket.

Y/N furrowed her brows again, the way she glared stirring the butterflies in my stomach. What is going on with me? “You look cute when you’re mad.”

Y/N opened the door, pointing outside, “Oh, you think I’m cute when I’m mad? Then I’m about to be fucking gorgeous if you’re not in my car in 2 seconds.” She seethed.

I held my arms up in defence, chuckling, “Ok, ok. I’m coming.”

Y/N and I sat in her freakishly small silver Chevy Spark, my limbs cramped against the dashboard.

“Could you have gotten a smaller car?” I laughed.

She turned on the heat, before adjusting the music, “I didn’t necessarily plan on having a 6ft tall robber in my passenger seat.”

I rolled my eyes, “Valid point.” The guilt ate at my insides once again. Y/N pressed play, the song blasting through the tiny stereo.

“Address?” She asked, looking at me.

“If you know where the Marlborough Motel is, it’s there.”

Y/N’s face scrunched again, “Like, you live by there?”

I shook my head, “No, we live in the motel.”

Her face fell, and my stomach churned. No, no sympathy.

She nodded, before backing out of the driveway, heading towards our destination. One of us played through the car, the song burning my ears now.

You played the cards, you know I wanted to see Behind the curtain, always pulling the strings in my head

But now I think it's time to cut the ends I won't make the same mistake again

Once she dropped me off, I would leave her behind forever. I had to, for my sanity, and hers.

“I mean, housekeeping must be a blessing?” Y/N said gently, giving me a quaint smile.

“Yes, I enjoy the smell of cheap laundry detergent and a stranger filtering through my stuff.”

She sighed, and I watched the rows of houses and streetlights pass through the window, before closing my eyes. Jolly was going to kill me when I got home; especially now that I got someone else tangled in this mess; and I failed a job. Another screw-up on the checklist. Not to mention I didn’t bring anything back to sell.

As soon as my mind wandered to making no money, I remembered my backpack; and the gun.

The gun and backpack I left at Y/N’s. The one she’s going to see has all of her prescriptions inside of it.

My throat felt tight at the realization, but I swallowed the nerves, reminding myself that I’d never see her again after today. I’ll forget about her, and this. I won’t need to see her disappointment.

You got what you deserved And that was me You saw me at my worst You saw the worst in me

We arrived at the motel and I sighed, realizing the light was still on. No doubt the boys were still up waiting for me. Y/N and I sat quietly for a moment before she turned to look at me.

“Well, level two friendly stranger.” Y/N coughed, the awkwardness filling the tiny vehicle.

I looked at her, smiling softly. She smiled back and my heart winced, the reality sinking in that this would be goodbye. My eyes trailed all over her face, absorbing her features, burning them into my memory. There was no way I could face her again.

“Thanks for this riveting adventure,” She laughed, “This truly was an extremely confusing situation to be in, but I’m glad that you were my first criminal experience.”

Unsure what to say, I tried to joke back, “Thanks for being my favourite victim.”

My own words stung as my thoughts raced over my past felonies, but I suppose she was my favourite victim. If it was even alright to say something fucked up like that.

“I’ll see you for your regular coffee?” She asked, something seeping through her eyes. Hope.

“Yeah.” I gave a stiff laugh, “see you.”

I got out of the car, turning back to wave before I opened the motel door, and my heart yearned. Y/N pulled away. Goodbye.

Tell me that I'm wrong Tell me that I'm wrong

I was immediately pulled into a bone-crushing embrace.

“You have got to be kidding me, you had me fucking worried bro.” Ruffilo squeezed me and I sighed heavily, hugging him back.

“What the fuck? Who was that in the car?” Folio asked, watching out the window before sliding the curtain back over the glass.

“It’s a long story.” I groaned, flopping on the cot once again.

“I don’t care what the story is,” Jolly spoke, his voice filled with anger. I knew the anger was replacing his worry. “What loot did you get?”

“Nothing.” I cowered.

“What?” Folio said, disappointment radiating through him, “You were gone that long and got nothing?”

“Is this a fucking joke?” Jolly laughed, “I thought you got over your little episode from earlier.”

I sat up, looking between each of the boys, “Trust me. I had a fucking great haul. Until I got caught.”

“You didn’t,” Ruffilo said, completely deadpan.

“It’s fine, she won’t say anything,” I reassured them, pulling off my shoes.

“What? Do you suddenly trust some bitch who caught you breaking into her house? How pussy deprived are you?” Jolly snarled, “We are screwed.”

“She drove you home to? So now she knows where we fucking live? You idiot!” Folio yelled, running his fingers through his hair.

“What was the haul?” Ruffilo asked.

I held my head in my hands as I mumbled, “Almost full bottles of Diazepam, Adderall, Zolpidem, and Dextromethorphan.”

All three of them groaned, frustrated.

“Dude that’s thousands of dollars!” Folio yelled, “You should go back and get those if you’re all buddy-buddy now.”

I immediately glared, shooting daggers toward the youngest, “Fuck off. It’s not going to happen.”

“No, Nick’s right,” Jolly said, “That’s a good fucking haul. We could use the extra money right now.”

“I said,” I growled through gritted teeth, “It’s not going to happen.”

I walked towards the bathroom door, slamming it. Holding my head in my hands I groaned in frustration, conflicted and confused. This day couldn’t be real.

I turned the shower on, and stripped off my clothes, letting the water wash away my sins.

I can't forgive you, but I can't look away I walked through fire I was born in the flames

+++++

Y/N

I walked up the stairs when I got home, Juice trailing behind me. I let out an exhale of strife, confused at today’s events. I noticed a backpack sitting in front of my bedroom door, and items inside rattled. Curiously, I opened it, revealing all of my pill bottles.

I stared at the pills for a moment, my chest heaving.

Did he purposefully forget his backpack? Or would he have sold them for money anyway?

I shook the thoughts out of my head, deciding that sleep was my priority as I had to be in for work in four hours.

+++++

The next morning my mind was consumed with the thoughts of last night. Whether it was sleep deprivation, anxiety, or the titillation of Noah. Annika questioned why I was so on edge but I brushed her concern off, reassuring her it was just the lack of sleep.

My heart yearned for some reason, and I knew that despite my obvious infatuation with him, I shouldn't be so caught up on the stranger; especially after learning his criminal lifestyle. However, that just made me even more captivated. Something was different about him, he wasn’t corrupt. He couldn’t be.

I kept watching the door, waiting to see if he would come in.

But he never did.

It wasn’t until 4:30, half an hour before we closed, that the door dinged and my heart lept; turning around hoping that it was the long-haired brunette; but I was surprised to see another set of long hair and tattoos, the man’s onyx locks and silver eyes radiant.

My heart raced to thoughts of Noah; this man was so similar yet so different; but my mind kept going back to his chocolate-brown eyes.

“One large coffee please, one cream and one sugar,” He asked for the same order.

As the man handed me the change I couldn’t help but notice the tattoos on his knuckles, and I almost dropped the money; Bad Omen was scrawled above the moon cycle that transpired along each finger.

We watched each other, his eyes boring into me with a sense of understanding as I gave him the cup.

Can one of us be saved? Better in a grave

+++++

NOAH

“So she knows the tattoo?” Nicholas asked as he handed me the coffee. I adjusted my sunglasses, coughing lightly.

“She asked, I answered,” I said, taking a sip. The warm liquid coated my throat as my mind wandered to her image. I wanted to go in myself, but I knew I couldn’t face her again; it was better off this way. She would go her way, I would go mine.

After my shower, I explained everything to Ruffilo. He always listened best, and he was always the most understanding. He was just as surprised at how the events played out.

“She looked so hopeful when she turned around man,” Ruffilo said, shoving his hands in his jean pockets as we walked back towards the motel, “I think she wanted me to be you.”

“I don’t understand why,” I said.

“Because you’re not a bad person. She can see you through whatever guard you’re trying to put up. You were into each other before last night,” Nicholas sighed, “And the fact she still seems interested after either means two things-”

I gave him the side eye, waiting for him to continue.

“-she’s either batshit crazy, or, she sees you past the shit you’ve been through because she gets it,” Nicholas reassured me, and I sighed. He was right. I know Y/N understood certain aspects because she just escaped her own cage; but was I ready to risk everything to see her again? For the chance she forgives me?

Ruffilo looked at his watch, “Shit we gotta get back fast. Jolly and Folio will be back in ten to pick us up before we get to meet with D to drop off the load.”

I nodded, picking up pace as I took another sip of my coffee, “Hopefully they got enough to make up for yesterday’s loss.”

Nicholas touched my shoulder, “Don’t be so hard on yourself brother. You almost got caught and evaded it.”

“I did get caught, just not by the law.” I corrected.

“Ok, but by a pretty lady instead. I’d say win-win.”

I pushed his shoulder, nudging his comment away; but he was right. She is gorgeous. And I was fucking lucky things played out the way they did.

We made it back to the motel, Jolly and Folio already outside loading the car with bags of cash.

“Good haul then boys?” Ruffilo said as he lit a cigarette. We approached them and I eyed the bags; it was almost too much money.

Folio nodded, “We made up last night’s loss, plus extra. Looks like we goin’ out and eatin’ good tonight!” He clapped his hands together before drumming on the hood of the car, the energy radiating from his body.

“How did you get all of this in a couple of hours?” I asked, cautious.

Jolly lit a cigarette as well, hopping in the front seat. We followed suit, and I rolled down the window to prevent the smoke from filling the car. Joints I could handle, cigarettes made my throat burn.

“We robbed a convenience store off of 9th Ave,” Jolly said, “It was the fastest way to get the cash.”

I narrowed my eyes, watching him in the mirror, “Aren’t you the one that says we should always avoid businesses as it is ‘too risky’”.

Jolly scoffed, “Yeah, but I do it well. So I don’t mind taking that risk considering we were thousands behind.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, looking out the window. Today’s meeting with D was the most important; it was the deciding factor of whether or not we would be out of this mess soon.

The ride was quiet until we pulled up to the abandoned warehouse along the pier. Dread filled me immediately as our car was surrounded by various men in black masks, machine guns hanging from their arms.

“Out with your hands up,” the voice of the guard rattled from outside the car, loud enough but dampened from the mask he wore.

The four of us got out with our hands raised, used to the standard procedure.

“Gentlemen!” The familiar voice boomed from down the pier, and I shivered as his shadow approached, the silver blonde hair glistening in the evening moonlight, “What have you brought me this month?”

“Roughly thirteen thousand,” Jolly said as the masked guards rummaged through our car, opening up the duffle bags.

D’s eyes were sharp as they danced between us, scanning the crowd as if he were taunting his prey. He clicked his tongue in distaste.

“I thought we agreed upon fifteen thousand this month.”

Jolly almost lunged at the man, but he clenched his fists, remaining still, “No, we agreed on twelve. You’re lucky we got the extra thousand and didn’t keep it for ourselves.”

D chuckled darkly, his teeth snarling into an evil grin, “Oh, I’m lucky, eh?”

He walked closer to us, his body fully on display, arms crossed behind his back, “I would say you should be lucky that I’m willing to let you get away with this, for a price.”

“We did what you asked,” Jolly growled, “We shook on twelve.”

D smiled, raising his brow, “and yet, you brought thirteen.”

Jolly stayed silent and the three of us watched as the man ahead marched between our bodies, encasing us in his trap once again.

“I expect twenty thousand next month. You’re clearly capable of bringing in more.”

My eyes widened, snapping towards the boys in complete shock.

“Twenty?” I exclaimed, my eyebrows raised in disbelief, “How the fuck are we supposed to get twenty? We get closer and closer to getting caught every day by you raising the price.”

D cackled, “We wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for you young Noah, so why don’t you grow a pair and come up with different ways to earn money then, huh?”

“We can’t get twenty,” Ruffilo stated, shaking his head in a plea.

“Why don’t we make it twenty-four?” D clapped his hands together, giving us a broad, sickening smile I wanted to punch off of his fucking face.

“Twenty is fine.” Jolly gritted his teeth.

“That’s my boy,” D waltzed over to Jolly, patting his back. Jolly revolted against his touch, leaning away through D’s false camaraderie, “But I do have some good news for you.”

My ears peaked at his promise.

“Next month your debt will be paid. This twenty will cover the costs.”

I had to restrain myself from audibly cheering, but my eyes met Ruffilo’s as we shared a silent celebration, my heart hammering against my chest. Is this it? Just twenty thousand more, and we will be free?

“However there is one condition,” D said in a sly, playful tone, slowly stepping towards me before eying me, chest to chest.

He stared at me intensely, and I watched back, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“Noah is the only one that can pay me back. No help. Only Noah’s work.”

+++++

As soon as we got into the car, tears of anger streamed down my face. This had to be a dream. Why the fuck couldn’t I wake up.

“The four of you will wear trackers. That way I know Noah’s alone when he gets the cash, and brings it to me at the end of each week.”

The boys remained silent the whole way, Nicholas giving me sympathetic glances every so often.

“One final test to see if you’ve really learned your lesson, pretty boy.”

I punched the headrest in front of me, anger seeping through my veins. Pretty boy.

“I think we could all use a drink.” Jolly sighed, turning the car into the parking lot of a local bar. Sammy’s.

The boys got out of the car and I lingered there for a moment, squeezing my eyes shut as my chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Fuck this. Fuck everything. Life was a literal bad omen.

I opened the door, slamming it forcefully as I pulled my hood over my head, following the boys into the bar. I avoided the crowd, sliding into the booth Jolly led us to, leaning into the wall.

“What do you want Noah?” Ruffilo asked.

“Tequila,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. At least that would numb the pain for a bit, “Hennesey.”

“Shouldn’t mix that but ok,” Ruffilo said, standing up to grab the drinks; as he turned he hesitated, “Uh, Noah-”

I looked up at him, removing my hood in curiosity before my gaze slipped to the woman past him, standing behind the counter.

Y/N stood there, a tight black tank top wrapped around her delicate body, short shorts riding just below her ass. The fanny pack across her waist and name tag were the cherry on top; because there was no fucking way she worked here.

Her mouth hung open slightly as we stared back at each other, my cheeks turning a faint pink as she tucked her H/C hair behind her ear, replacing her shock with a smile that lit up her gentle, imploring eyes.

I looked up at Ruffilo who just shook his head in shock, “I don’t know man but somethings telling me you’re meant to know her.”

“That’s Y/N?” Folio asked, a low whistle leaving his lips.

“How do you know about her?” I gritted my teeth, leaning over the table in a whisper before glancing at Nicholas, “You told them?”

“They needed to know,” Ruffilo said, shaking his head again before walking up to the bar.

“She’s gorgeous, I’ll give you that.” Jolly nodded in approval, eying the woman as she talked to Ruffilo, her eyes darting back towards me.

I kept looking back at her until my ears flushed and I turned away, leaving her gaze to burn holes into my skin.

“Now what?” I asked, running my fingers through my hair, twisting the ends nervously.

“Go say hi you fucking idiot,” Folio exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “You’re both ogling at each other, so go do it over there.”

I blew out a puff of air, pulling myself out of the booth. I walked towards Ruffilo and Y/N, her face lighting up as soon as she watched me approach them.

“Why do you keep following me?” I eyed her playfully, sitting on the stool in front of the counter. Nicholas pushed the tequila shot and cup of hennesey towards me.

I downed the liquor in one go, closing my eyes as the gentle burn ran down my throat, savouring the taste of ignorance.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” Y/N laughed lightly, grabbing the empty glass, “But at the same time I don’t think I am either.”

“Something keeps bringing us back together,” I snorted, downing the glass of the brown liquor now, its ember fire dancing across my tastebuds, “I have a feeling I’m supposed to get to know you.”

Nicholas left with three beers, leaving me and Y/N alone.

Y/N played with her hair again, tucking it behind her ears, “It’s quite strange.”

I nodded, “Can I get two more shots?”

Y/N lined up the glasses, pouring the liquor into them. I downed it again, sighing heavily.

“You got your friend to get your coffee this evening?” Y/N asked now, colour rising to her face as she warmed, almost like she was embarrassed at noticing my lack of presence.

“I’m surprised you’re talking to me after finding what was in my bag.” I laughed, my vision starting to blur. It’s been a while since I’ve drank, and my tolerance must have lowered.

She poured me another, as If I had asked with my eyes, and smiled gently, “You didn’t take it back with you though. You left it behind.” Not sure it was quite on purpose, but I’m glad she thinks so.

“Those guys are your gang?” She nodded her head towards Jolly, Folio, and Ruffilo. I turned, and they immediately looked away, pretending they weren’t watching our entire interaction unfold. My ears began ringing as the alcohol consumed me, the song playing above us getting louder.

I carry your heart around Like a child that has just been born I try not to let you down And I try not to show my thorns

“Those are my brothers.” I nodded, resting my head on the wooden counter, and closing my eyes in defeat.

“Noah… are you ok?” Y/N placed her hand gently on my own, and my body warmed.

You can run but cannot hide If we fail, then at least I tried To save your soul from becoming hurt and scared

“Yes,” I whispered, lying through my lips. Y/N came around the counter, reaching for me full of compassion. She hugged me again and I leaned into her touch.

I pretend that things are alright I can comfort you and hold you tight

My lies didn’t go past her, “I can go on my break now. Want to talk about it?”

I sat up, staring at her through dizzy lenses, my body vibrating from the alcohol that coursed through me.

Standing now I grabbed her wrist, tugging her with me towards the washrooms.

“Noah,” She whispered as we turned the corner, away from public eyes.

To love you feels like Walking on broken glass

I know I didn’t deserve someone like Y/N in my life. The kindness and compassion she showed me, a stranger, or as she claimed, level two acquaintance, left me baffled.

But I knew that she was meant to be somewhere in my life. The strings pulled by fate led me to her, even in this short amount of time.

The alcohol offered me courage to pull her against me, holding her in my arms. I clung to her body, breathing her in, feeling the way her warm skin felt against my merciless hands.

“Why do I feel like I can tell you anything?” I hiccuped, looking down at her. Y/N peered at me through her lashes before resting her head against my chest, “Why do I trust you?”

She laughed, holding onto me, “Why do I trust you?”

My hands ran across her back, fingernails trailing across her delicate S/C skin, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m your type.”

Y/N laughed again, smiling up at me, “Oh, ok, sure.”

“I met you for a reason,” I said as I swayed with her against me. Drunk words were sober thoughts as they said.

“Maybe,” She said.

“T-there’s no other ex-explanation,” I stuttered, closing my eyes as the liquor consumed me. All I could feel was her warmth against me as my heart raced. I let my hand trail up her arm, cupping her chin as I lifted her to face me.

Will you carry my heart around When it's old and grey? Will you stay until we fade away?

As our eyes spoke to each other, my body instinctually leaned down, pulling her towards me. Our lips brushed each other for a moment, and although I knew this was a bad decision, I couldn’t care less. Y/N stood on her tiptoes, reaching up as she pushed her lips into mine. My hands slid across her back, holding her protectively against me as my heart hammered.

I kissed her lips hungrily, my mind dancing to a thousand dirty images, unsure whether it was the alcohol, the fact I hadn’t been with a woman in ages, or that it was Y/N.

I allowed my hands to slide down to her thighs, clawing at the skin before sliding them underneath the bottom of her shorts.

“Noah-” she breathed out, pulling away, unsure.

“Bathroom,” I said lowly, pushing her towards the door. She followed, and as soon as we were inside I locked the door, lifting her up onto the counter, inviting myself between her legs.

I gnawed on her bottom lip as her fingers began running through my hair, pulling me towards her. Our tongues met, and I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. I was unsure where this was going, but all I could think about was taking her right here, right now. Hormones taking over, my need for pleasure begging to erase the pain.

“I want to fuck you against this counter-top.” I said, running my fingers across her neck gently.

She moaned at my words and into my kiss, pulling away, “I don’t know if this is a good idea-” She began, but my fingers tugged at her belt loop, pulling her hips against mine as I bared my own into hers.

“One time,” I whispered, placing my forehead against hers as my chest heaved heavily from our kiss, “One time to forget the pain.”

It would never just be one time.

Y/N’s eyes bore into mine, before she fluttered them closed, nodding as she pulled me in for another kiss. A new warmth washed over me as I got even harder, the familiar feeling of excitement preparing my body for Y/N’s.

I pulled at her shorts, tugging them down, and exposing Y/N’s underwear. She sat on the counter and a guttural groan escaped from my throat as I watched as her legs spread, just for me.

This was so fucked up, but I don’t care.

I trailed my hands across her skin and slid into her panties, allowing my fingers to run along her already slick folds, internally begging to replace my digits with my heat that longed to be touched.

I kissed her again, sliding my fingers inside of her, causing Y/N to gasp lightly as my thumb traced her along her core, dancing along her desire.

Lust filled my senses as I pulled away, “Is this okay?” I said, tugging my jeans down to free myself. Y/N watched through hooded eyes as she nodded desperately.

“Please, fuck me, Noah.” She begged, pushing herself onto the edge of the counter.

I spit into my hand and Y/N watched attentively, following my every move as my body shivered as I rubbed along himself, before positioning against her entrance. We shared eye contact again and she nodded in approval before I pushed inside, my body immediately shuddering as Y/N moved her hips against mine.

I sighed deeply, squeezing my eyes closed briefly as Y/N’s warm body enveloped me.

I will never forget the day Our souls became one And I know there's a secret We've been Swallowing Lying so passionately

Her forehead creased as she concentrated on the sensations of my body inside of her, soft gasps leaving her throat as my hips rolled into hers. I watched her, studying her expressions as best I could through my inebriated state.

I held her thighs, digging my nails into the sides as she clenched around me, a moan escaping her. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand, memories from earlier flashing back when I held her against me in her bedroom.

“Don’t make a sound,” I said, her eyes widening before becoming hooded again, infatuation evident in her expression, “I wouldn’t want you to get fired.”

Y/N almost whined in protest, the erotic sounds begging to release from her chest. My body spun in euphoria, the sensation around her amorous and ardent. My forehead puckered as I tried my best to keep myself going, but I knew I was close. Alcohol did not give me the greatest stamina.

“Come for me Noah,” She whispered through my hand, and my body shuddered at her pleas.

I gripped her hips, pulling her roughly against me as I fucked out my depression, letting the elation keep me ignorant. Pounding into her body I let myself finally release, pulling out as I stroked myself, spilling onto her stomach.

My breathing was heavy, before I kneeled on the ground, kissing up Y/N’s thigh, and she watched me, confused.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“It’s your turn princess,” I reached her core, pulling her hips towards me as I placed my mouth onto her, sucking on the delicate skin. Y/N covered her mouth with one hand, the other tangling into my scalp as she rubbed herself along my face.

I licked through her folds, savouring the taste her body created, feasting on what I knew was meant to be mine. Even intoxicated, I knew what I was doing.

“Fuck Noah,” She whispered, panting as she threw her head back into the mirror, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

“Oh my god don’t stop.” She moaned, and I obliged, giving her everything I could.

“Come Y/N,” I said between sucking, and squeezing her hips, “be a good girl for me.”

Her legs began to vibrate, her mouth open, sound unable to escape as she shook through her orgasm. I didn’t stop until she physically pushed me away, shallow breaths leaving her lips.

I grabbed her chin, pulling her lips to mine, begging her to taste herself from my tongue.

Life had broken her; just as it had broken him. But when they got together, their pieces became whole. And they started on their journey, together, mended as one. - Steve Maraboli

Chapter three

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