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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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im here on my knees begging you to write one more chance part 2 please we need it 😩😩😩😩😩😩

Since I’ve got so many requests about part 2…

HERE YOU GO✨❤️

One more chance pt. 2

Kylian’s P.O.V.

It’s been two months and y/n was still in coma.

I didn’t know what to do.

I’ve lost hope and faith. The doctors were trying everything but it wasn’t working.

My routine consisted of me going to see her every morning before training, every evening after training and when the nurses let me, I would sleep next to her. There wasn’t much they could do either. They just felt sad for me.

Her family couldn’t stay in Paris for that long so I called her mum every single day. We’ve become pretty close since the accident happened.

This morning, as every morning, I woke up, went to the hospital and then made it to training.

We have a match tonight I want to give 100% of me.

I changed and made it into the field.

Hakimi always checking on me like a brother would do.

I spoke less.

I hardly spoke with my teammates.

I’ve been eating less and training more.

I know it was bad for my health but I couldn’t help it.

After a couple of hours of training we all made it back into the changing room as it was time to go to eat.

I sat on the bench so lost in my own thoughts I didn’t even hear my phone ringing.

Instead Neymar answered for me.

“Ky…it’s the hospital” he said and I didn’t even let him finish that I took my bag and my car keys and got out of the changing room.

Neymar and Achraf following me.

I drove at inhuman speed towards the hospital that I’m lucky the police didn’t even stopped me.

I got into the level she was hospitalised and I saw her doctors and nurses out of her room

“Kylian…” one of the doctors said coming towards me.

“What is going on?” I said almost screaming.

“She’s getting worse…not even the machine is helping her to breathe, we tried everything…”

Where they thinking what I was thinking?

They wanted to turn off the machine and let her die?

“So?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“It’s been more than two months and, as much as we want her to wake up we don’t know if she’ll ever be able to do it…the machine could help someone who needs it” the doctor tried to explain to me

“Who needs it more than her?” I cried, Neymar grabbing my shoulders because I wanted to punch the doctor straight in the face.

“Kylian…” on of the nurses tried talking to me but I wouldn’t listen to her.

“No! You can’t do it! You…you need my consent to do it”

“Since you’re not married you can’t make this decision, otherwise her family has already decided”

What does it mean?

In that exact moment I saw her mom coming out from y/l’s room.

“Y/m/n” I called going towards her “tell me this isn’t your idea! Tell me you didn’t tell them to do it!”

“Kylian…” she said crying “she won’t wake up and you know it, she’s in pain and I can’t see her like this”

“How can you say this? She’s your daughter! You’re killing her!” I screamed grabbing her from her jacket.

She flinched a bit but I didn’t care.

Neymar and Achraf had to grab me by my shoulders because I was getting violent.

“As her mother I already have made that decision and there’s nothing you can’t stay that’ll change my mind…” she said leaving the hospital.

“When?” I asked the doctors.

“Tomorrow” they said before leaving me alone.

I was going to lose her forever.

I knelt down in the middle of the ward and I started crying harder.

Neymar and Hakimi knelt down with me and tried to support me but it wasn’t working since they started crying too.

It took me almost 40 minutes to calm down.

How could I say goodbye to the person I love the most?

I wasn’t ready.

How could her family do something like this to her?

“You good?” Neymar asked me while I was sitting outside of the hospital.

I simply nodded.

One night.

That’s what they gave her.

That’s all the time I have left with her.

I wanted to stay with her so I asked the doctors if I could spend the last night of her life with her. I tried to fight but I got tired. I knew this pain will never end.

Then night came.

“Hi babe…” I said entering her room.

Her face has recovered from all the bruises and just had a few scars.

I sat next to her holding her hand as I always did.

“Do you remember the first time we met? You were visiting Paris all by yourself and one night you got lost and you didn’t have anybody to call” I said laughing a bit “you kept asking people for directions but most of the wouldn’t even answer you, till you asked me in which direction you had to go…I honestly had no idea where you needed to go but I helped you” I remembered now fully crying “It took us 45 minutes to get to your hotel and that same night I gave you my phone number, you know, just in case…and the next morning you called me asking if I knew any good restaurants…that was the moment I knew I was in love with you…” I placed my head over her chest and laid there “your light and kindness made me fall in love with you, your beautiful eyes and smile, you’re the love of my life and always will be” I kept sobbing “so please, I’m begging you come back to me baby, please….please I-I can’t live without you.”

But nothing.

She wasn’t even moving.

That night I fell asleep on that uncomfortable chair holding her hand when around 3 am some weird noises woke me up.

I couldn’t focus, everything was dark and my eyes were heavy and red.

And that’s when I felt it.

Her hand slowly moving into mine.

I didn’t know if I was dreaming or if it was reality.

She coughed a bit and that’s when I knew she was awake.

“Kyky?” she tried to said in a very soft voice I wasn’t even sure I heard it right.

“Ky?” she called me again.

“Hey-hey…shhh” I said standing up and turning on the lights.

“Ky what happened?” she asked and that was when I saw her, it wasn’t a dream she was really awake.

“Shhhh…you’re okay…you had an accident but you’re awake now” I said now fully crying but tears of joy “it was a very bad accident, I almost lost you…” I tried to explain but she looked scared and confused.

“What?” she asked

“You’ve been in a coma for two months, I thought I lost you forever” I said holding her hand and kissing her gently.

She was still processing the informations I gave her. She was confused and scared…

“Two months?” she asked now crying. I nodded.

She tried to move her back a little bit but I stopped and run out of the room to call a doctor.

“Stay here…” I told her leaving her room.

After hours and hours of exams y/l was told she needed to stay a few more days at the hospital but that her injuries were almost recovered. Her broken leg and ribs recovered. Her concussion was still to keep an eye on but nothing major. The doctors couldn’t explain how she went to almost dead to being alive in so little time.

They said it was the medicine.

I said it was a miracle.

Now I was helping her standing up. She hasn’t walked for two months and now she could already felt her legs but the doctors said it was normal.

When her legs touched the floor they both gave up.

“I got you” I said catching her and helping her to get dressed “I always got you” I kissed her and God, how much I missed those lips. She smiled a bit into the kiss and so did I.

The next week came and I finally brought her home. She still needed help walking but I didn’t mind. I could carry her for the rest of my life.

“I’m so happy to be back home!” she said happily while i put her on the couch covering her up with a fluffy blanket.

“I’m so happy to have you back home, this place was so sad without you” I told her while I sat behind her and hold her. I started kissing her neck in the spot I know she loved.

“Kyky…” she said almost moaning my name.

I knew I had to stop before I hurt her more. She was still fragile and in pain but I couldn’t contain my happiness in having her back.

Instead I laughed into her neck and held her tight.

One thing I know for sure is that she’s never gonna drive a car again in the rest of her life.

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harlowtales · 10 months

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Jack x Reader have a fling in her office at Jack’s record label after meeting that same day.

***18+ smut*** Romance

You had started working at Generation Now a few months ago. You were always hoping Jack would come in but he never did. His album was done, tour was over, and he was spending most of his time in KY these days. You got a pretty sweet gig working with the artists on their general development. You had earned Drama’s trust and he let you sit in on studio sessions sometimes. You had a great ear and knowledge of Hip Hop and he respected you for that.

“Aye Yo!” Drama poked his head into your office one day. “I need your ear!”

“Now?! I’m kinda busy. I have a meeting with Uzi today.” You replied

“Really?” Drama said raising an eyebrow “What’s up with him?”

“I can’t tell you that. Client privilege” you said smiling

“Jack’s coming in today.” Drama teased

“Good for Jack.” You said distractedly as you were typing until you realized what Drama had said “Wait..WHAT?”

“You heard me. Can you tear yourself away now?” Drama poked you

“I am too nervous.” You said shyly “Maybe count me out.”

“Oh fuck no. You’re coming into the studio when he gets here. Go freshen up he should be here in about an hour.” Drama ordered

“I can’t do that to Uzi. Honestly, I am a huge fan, but Uzi’s so busy. I have to take his call.” You said firmly

That’s why Drama hired you. You were a fan but didn’t have a groupie bone in your body. “Aight then. I get it no worries.” He said as he closed the door behind him.

After your call with Uzi you forgot Jack was even there. You headed out for lunch and heard a deep voice and southern drawl coming from the studio. “Oh fuk! He’s really here.” You thought nervously. You tried passing by the studio as fast as you could but Drama caught you.

“Yo! Come here real quick!” He called out to you motioning you over to the studio.

Jack was sitting with his back turned to the studio entrance facing Drama and laughing about something. You would know those broad shoulders and head of curls anywhere. He threw his head back cackling in that hilarious way you had only seen on Instagram. As Drama called you Jack turned around abruptly.

“Jack y/n, y/n this is The King of KY.” Drama said choking a little on his pull of weed.

Jack looked at you a bit stunned at first. You were looking pretty good that day, although you didn’t even think about it. You just threw yourself together that morning rushing to work. Your hair was in a sexy, curly loose pile on top of your head with longer curls coming down framing your fresh face which just happened by accident. You were dressed conservatively and professional but Jack found it incredibly sexy. You looked like a hot librarian in a white button down shirt tucked neatly into a pencil skirt that accentuated your curves and ample backside. You awkwardly pushed your thick glasses further up on your nose and reached out to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you Mr. Harlow” you said professionally and as lady-like as can be.

Jack was around a lot of beautiful women all the time, but the smart, quirky ones made him self-conscious. He started shifting nervously. Drama knew the signs right away as he knew Jack like his own brother. He looked at him curiously noticing Jack was crushing HARD. Jack extended his hand without saying anything, just smiled and nodded.

The way you gently said “Mr. Harlow.” And looked down a bit with a shy smile made Jack crazy.

“Ummm… so Drama you wanted something?” You asked “I’m just headed out for a bit”

“Headed out for what? I need your ear.” He said playfully. “Please sit down and help me with this beat. I can order some food” He closed the door to the studio.

Fully inside now, you saw Seddy and some other guys you didn’t know sitting on the couch around the corner. The air was thick with weed smoke. Jack watched you walk in your snug pencil skirt across the room to the studio board. There was a young rapper in the booth you had never seen.

“Listen to this for me.” Drama said while pushing random buttons. A throbbing beat burst through the massive speakers at either side. The sound amplified in a soft, muffled way within the dark, padded walls. Drama bobbed his head steadily to the beat.

You bobbed your head in silence and a look of absolute concentration on your face. The beat was so sick, but there was a little sound you felt didn’t need to be there. Jack was studying your face, and In fact, he was studying your every move without you noticing.

“Hmmmm.” You said finally. “Do you hear that little tweak?” You said looking at Drama

“Holy fuck I totally hear it now!” Jack said. Saying the most he’d said since meeting you. “Why did you have it turned down?” He asked you

“Your ear gets used to the whole big sound so you can’t hear the little things.” You nerdily explained very seriously, not making it any easier for Jack who loved nerdy women.

“You’re fucking magic!” Drama said patting you on the back “look see this kid in the booth” He nudged in the direction of the booth with his chin “He needs a lot of work but he has potential. Work with him for me. Polish him up a bit ok?”

“No worries boss I got you.” You gave Drama a friendly crew handshake and got up to go. “Look I really need a walk and some food. I’ll just go grab something.”

“I’ll take you.” Jack piped up “Where are you headed?”

“Ummm that little chicken spot couple blocks away. Pointless to drive really. I’ll be fine but thank you. Mr. Harl….I mean Jack.” You put you hand over your mouth in a muffled giggle.

Drama was looking from you to Jack in this back and forth. He had it in mind to introduce you two for a while but Jack was so busy. In fact, he was thinking of adding you exclusively to Jack’s team but he just needed to watch you a bit longer and have you prove yourself before offering you such an exclusive assignment. Now He could see Jack was feeling you and thought maybe offering you that kind of position might not be a good idea. He knew you could be professional at all times, but Jack…that was another story.

At this point Jack had no clean thoughts, imagining you on your back in his bed. Suddenly he snapped back to reality. “Nonsense! Hop in the Jeep I got you, lunch is on me.” He insisted cheerily “Dram? You good?” Jack said to Drama who was now shooting him a suspicious look.

“Naw I’m good. Can I talk to you right quick?” Drama said hastily pulling Jack to the side as you walked to Jack’s Jeep parked out front “You think you’re slick huh?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jack said with faking innocence “I am merely giving a lady a ride.”

“That she said she doesn’t need. She works here Jack.” Drama warned “Don’t fuck that up for her.”

“Da fuck? I can’t even touch her?” Jack said incredulously “Like some off limits shit?”

“Yes! Exactly.” Drama shot back “You’re dick is going to make her emotional when I need her to focus. I was thinking of adding her to your team so don’t fuck that up!” Drama was close to Jack’s face now to emphasize his point.

“Fine.” Jack said bitterly “Maybe you should pick teammates with less ass.” He mumbled angrily and headed towards his Jeep fumbling for his keys.

He saw you leaning on the car waiting patiently. You gave him a big smile as he walked up to you. Jack felt weak as he looked at you standing there so nicely, no attitude even though you were hungry and had been waiting for a bit for him to come out.

“Hey you know I’ve been waiting for you, I’m Out Front” You easily joked saying his lyrics back to him and doing a little dancey dance. He had to laugh too. The more he was around you the more he liked you.

“Get in” he said chuckling. He buckled up and as he crept out of his parking spot watching his rearview he noticed you yawn. “Tired and hungry?” He said remembering he wasn’t supposed to be too friendly. His eyes trailed down to your full thighs as you sat down next to him. The seatbelt was pressing into the middle of your chest accentuating your generous breasts. “Keep your eyes on the road” he said to himself clenching the wheel with anxiety.

“Yeah, I can’t say I get much sleep.” You said sighing and leaning your head to one side and catching a magical whiff of Jack’s cologne. It didn’t help that he had a slim fitting black tank on, black cargo pants with a short cuban link chain and sunglasses.

Jack thought you were adorable. How was he going to keep his hands off you he wasn’t yet sure, but he didn’t want to piss off Drama or hurt your career.

“So… you really don’t listen to music in your car” you said quizzically

Jack was thrilled you knew that but he cooly contained it. If this was going to work Drama’s way he had to appear as detached as possible. “Yup.” He said shortly as he made a turn. “Here we are.” He announced abruptly parking in front of the chicken place.

“Thanks” you said feeling him acting off all of a sudden. Going from friendly to cold almost.

“Need me to wait?” He asked seemingly annoyed sounding

“I think I got it from here.” You said just as icy and jumped down out of the Jeep firmly closing the door.

Jack sensed you could tell he switched up. He felt terrible but it was the only way. “K see ya” He said peeling off leaving you at the restaurant.

“Men!” You said exasperated “fucking jerk.” As you walked back to the studio you heard a honk from the street. You refused to turn your head. You had enough of men for one day. You heard it again and realized the car was slowly following beside you. It was Jack.

“Hey!” He called out cupping his hands around his mouth.

You turned up your ear buds. You proceeded to walk and munch on your chicken as you bobbed your head. Intent on ignoring him. Jack parked his Jeep and walked quickly to catch up to you.

“Geezus.” He said a little out of breath stopping right in front of you blocking your way “I’m sorry for that back there.” He said his shades off now to look you in the eye, his baby blue eyes sparkling in the sun. “I said I would give you a ride and all and then I acted weird. You want the truth?” He said reaching out his arm to stop you, his hand firmly gripping your shoulder now as he was desperate for you to understand how he felt.

“Look Mr. Harlow.” You said purposely like he was a complete stranger “I don’t know you so it’s whatever.” You said flippantly while biting into a chicken wing.

Something inside of Jack panicked at the thought of you thinking he was an asshole. “I had to pretend to be an asshole because Drama saw I was feeling you and said to leave you alone.” Jack said hurriedly as he knew you were intent on continuing to walk back to the studio and pretend you never met him.

You paused in shock. “Was this real?” You whispered in your head. “I’m standing on the street eating Chicken wings and Jack Harlow is telling me he’s feeling me!!?”

“Yo.. can you hear me?” Jack said snapping his fingers in your face.

“I’m sorry what did you say?” You wanted to hear it again.

“Look you heard me. Now get back in the Jeep please.” He said firmly but nicely “Give me a second chance to make a first impression.”

You buckled under the weight of that dimpled grin and found yourself saying “Ok fine”

You rode back to the studio with no music and no talking. Just both of you looking straight ahead at the road. Jack broke the silence “Look.” He offered tapping the wheel as he parked. “Not a word to Drama about this” he said slowly

“Ok no problem. I mean you’re never around anyway and we’re both professionals” You said lying to yourself.

“Exactly. Jack said.” lying to himself as well “Ready to go back in?” He said his eyes perusing your body one last time.

“I just have to ask…” you piped up

“Anything.” Jack said eagerly

“Why me? I’m not your type whatsoever.” You said decisively

“Oh really?” Jack said his hand still gripping the gear shift way too hard for being in park. “What’s my type?” He quizzed

“Well you know…dumb IG models” You reasoned

“Every man likes dumb IG models.” Jack said “But then there’s them ones that make you laugh and can teach you something.” He said his hand now absent-mindedly trailing up your thigh

“Jack…please” You protested weakly “I just met you and Drama said…”

“Fuk Drama.” He said exasperated as he withdrew his hand and sat back in his seat.

“I understand it must be quite the thing for you to be with anyone.” You sympathized

Look I don’t want to get you in trouble so lets go back in.” He said sadly

You suddenly felt rebellious. “Jack?” You said stopping him from opening the Jeep door “Wait” You took his hand in yours and went up to his ear grazing the outer edges with your lips and whispered “I won’t tell Drama”

Jack felt like he was about to explode right there and resisted the urges he was feeling “Fuk.” He said “What are you saying?”

“Would you like to come over sometime? I mean next time your in town and you have more time?” You asked

“I…I would..um yes” He stuttered with a deep swallow

“Then let’s go back in” You said winking at him

Jack felt his manhood rising and tried to act completely normal as he stepped back into the studio. You went to your office to avoid anymore conversation with Drama while Jack was around.

That evening It was about 7PM and you decided to finally stop working. You didn’t hear any bass booming anymore from the studio and figured everyone must’ve left. As you shut down your laptop and leaned back in your chair stretching and yawning, someone was turning your office door. You cut the lights and tensed up while looking around the room for anything to hit the intruder with. A hoodie slowly appeared from between the crack in the door. You snuck around so as to be behind the person and whack them one. They said to themselves “Shit! She’s gone.”

“I’m still here loser!” You exclaimed “I thought I was about to get robbed!” All the fear left you once you saw it was Jack. “What in the world are you doing here? Did you forget something?” You asked concerned

“I left with Drama and snuck back. I knew you were still here. I saw the light under the door.” Jack explained whispering

“Oh?” You said with slow pleasure

“Yeah.” He said taking his hoodie off

“What do you want?” You challenged

“I never ask myself that question, because I get what I want.” He said in a sexy low growl as he backed you into your desk and pressed his full body to yours

“Ummm listen Jack, I don’t know, this is soon” You said trying to keep him back with your hand to his chest

He responded by nuzzling into your neck and kissing it. “Say what now?” He said clearly not listening to you

“Well, I mean, we just met today.” You reasoned

“I can’t get you off my mind.” Jack countered “I had to come back”

His knee was massaging your inner thigh coaxing you to make way for him to enter. “Oh lord.” You groaned. There was a couch in your office and Jack motioned over to it.

“We don’t have to fuck” He said brazenly

You nodded not even fully aware of what you were doing as it felt like you were floating to the couch with him. Not even thinking you sat on top of him and he cupped your ass. He proceeded to undo your blouse and could feel your heat through your panties. “God you want this bad” he said teasing your space with his bulge. You got off his lap to finish getting undressed and left a wet spot. “ Holy fuk” he said in amazement.

You nervously chuckled as you unhooked your bra and dropped your underwear. You just stood there not believing you were doing this in your office with JACK HARLOW that you met that day. Jack just sat on the couch looking at your body. You weren’t skinny but didn’t care what he thought. This was all about you. “You looking fucking thick and good.” Jack said as he beckoned for you to come closer. He caressed you and kissed your stomach.

“I’m sorry Jack, I know you don’t drink but I need to loosen up a bit.” You said stepping back and getting a drink from the mini bar in your office.

“I got no issue with you getting loose.” Jack said fully relaxed

You sat down next to him on the couch turned to the side and leaning on your elbow. You just looked at him. Not knowing what to say. You never felt so adventurous and shy at the same time. Jack looked back at you not speaking. The energy between the two of you was high. You we’re both panting slightly not having really done anything yet. You got up off the couch and put on some Norah Jones that was already on the record player in your office. Her soft, melodic voice disappeared at times into the jazz ensemble. “Do you like jazz Jack?” You ask feeling a bit more relaxed now, swaying to the melody with your drink.

“I love jazz” He said getting up to join you. You swayed together with your clothes littered all over the room. He took your drink out of your hand and drew you closer. The two of you danced as his hand traveled down you back and you held him at the waist. Jack started to get hard. “Please.” He whispered touching his forehead to yours “Please let me inside of you.”

Your walls ached and you got even wetter at the sound of his soothing voice asking you to give yourself to him. You wanted to but you weren’t completely sure. “You could have anyone the day you met them.” You said

“I’m not like this I swear.” He said feeling strangely drawn to you from the time you appeared in that pencil skirt and nerdy glasses. He decided to take more decisive action. He didn’t want to push, but a lot of guys passed through the studio and he wanted you on him only. Jack wasn’t one to share once he really liked someone. He broke the embrace you were sharing and took your hand and placed it on his bulge.

You reached into his underwear and started to gently stroke him. Jack was sensitive and he let out a deep groan. He was putty in your hands. You knelt down and slowly licked him up the underside of his generous size pausing at the tip until you engulfed the entire shaft. You twisted your head every which way while being seductively gentle. Saliva oozed down his cock as you made him feel like he was leaving his body. Not being able to stand it anymore he backed away. “Sit” he said breathlessly motioning to a chair. You sat obediently. Jack stood in front of you and took both of your voluptuous breasts in his hands. He put his strong manhood between them and worked up a throbbing rhythm. You spit on the tip and tickled the head with your tongue.

“That’s it.” You said heaving “it’s all yours”

Jack left your breasts and forcibly opened your legs. He was on his knees now. The hairs on the underside of his lower lip tickling your now soaking wet pussy. He sucked all your juices while moaning, sounding like he was eating his favourite meal. You grabbed a handful of his soft chestnut curls and pushed your hips into his face. He slid his hands under your butt and held on tightly putting his tongue in and out of you and sucking your clit like a mango seed. You quivered and shook as you clenched and your essence gushed out. “Uuuuuugggghhh!” You cried, your abdomen sweatily rising and falling with every heavy breath you took.

“Up” Jack ordered as he greedily wiped his mouth from your cum and stood up. He hoisted you up and you locked your legs around his waist by your ankles and hung on around his neck as he entered you. “Yes! Fuck me.” You said aggressively as you bounced on him.

His pecs and arms stayed flexed to hold you up as you rode him in air. Eventually you gracefully descend down him as you were both drenched in passion. “Fucking freak” he teased you and slapped your ass

“Owwww!” You exclaimed rubbing the spot that now left a mark.

“On your back” he ordered backing you up to the couch. As you laid down he hitched your legs up on his shoulders and slid in.

“Fuck!!” You said in the most delicious pain as you felt the pressure of him opening you up again.

Your pussy felt so good as your walls were fully pounded, warm, wet, and soft. Jack hiked your ass up and down with force on his hard shaft. “Jack please cum!” you cried out as your hips grinded together. He pulled out for a second teasing your clit with his now dark red tip. He was about to burst. He dropped your legs and spread you wide open entering you one last time. His full body and weight was on you as he thrust in and out. You held onto his back and buried your face into his shoulder to muffled your screams. He got you into a head lock and thrusted so hard you felt like you were about to break.

“Uuuuuggghhhhh” he slowly let out a loud moan and released everything he had inside of you. He pulled out looking down at his dick dripping with your juices and collapsed beside you completely empty and out of breath.

You got up and grabbed some tissue cleaning him and yourself up. “You ok?” You asked him finally able to speak.

“I’m the happiest fucking man right now” he managed to say between laboured breaths as he began to regain his composure. “Holy fuck you hotter than hell.” He said, having decided then and there that Drama could go fuck himself. He wrapped a blanket flung over the couch around both of you and cradled you in his arms.

“Let’s get some sleep” he said

“Here? In my office?” you asked him “Naw I can’t do that. We can shower and sleep at my place” You offered.

Jack kissed you on your arm as he caressed it and said “Well since your the future Mrs. Harlow I suppose that’s ok.” He reasoned playfully

“The future Mrs. What? Come on Jack how many times have you said that right after.” You said nudging him in his ribs

“I can see your not easily impressed.” He said actually impressed by that.

“Or easily taken” you said firmly getting serious “I have my career.”

“Oh we’ll see about that.” He assured you “Cuz you bout to lose your job.” He teased rocking you in his arms

You both burst out laughing, looked at each other and said at exactly the same time “FUCK DRAMA!”

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sweaterkittensahoy · 2 months

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hellooo mota prompt if this floats your boat:

demarco/macon practically together in every scene in the stalag is very much thought provoking, maybe some postwar getting together? I firmly believe benny was Enamored by macon!! benny swinging by macons base/flight school to introduce meatball after months of back and forth letters is suchh an image.

if this doesnt spark anything for you thats completely alright too, i love your prompt fics and vibrating with the thought of reading your rosielemmons!!

[Oh, I got thoughts right away! Love this idea! NOTE: Oh, this one got away from me.]

WESTERN UNION TELEGRAPH COMPANY

RECIEVED AT Birmingham, AL

Via CHICAGO, IL

R: Leaving Noon. Chicago. Stopping just in KY for the night. Back on road 6AM tmw. C U in the afternoon. - BD&M

Richard reads the telegram twice, just because he can. It's just after two o'clock now, the humidity really digging into the air. He'd mentioned it to Benny a few letters ago, warning him to make sure Meatball had extra water for the trip.

It feels odd that it's finally happening. After months of letters and cards, Benny's coming to Alabama to see him. To see the flight school he's setting up. To meet Richard's family and friends.

Like that's something a white boy does.

Richard puts the telegram on his desk and walks outside, looking up at the sky. He thinks about the Stalag more than he'd like, but this time, it's on purpose. Strange way to make a friend, bunking together at a prison camp. But they are friends. Richard's sure about that.

He thinks about Benny's smile and his laugh. The way his handwriting gets messy when he writes a funny story. Richard turns his gaze to the hanger he's nearly finished building. There are two planes in there, a third on the way. It's due to get delivered while Benny is here. They'd planned the trip on it.

...I'm happy to help with whatever you need while I'm there. I haven't flown a Cessna since training, so maybe don't put me in the pilot's seat, but I'd love to see a plane get delivered. You'd think they'd fly it in, but I guess a truck delivery makes a little more sense. Guy's gotta get back home somehow...

Benny pulls up to the little house by the airfield at four o'clock the next day. All the windows of his car are down. Meatball's got his head out of one of them, panting like all get out.

Richard steps out the front door and waves hello, then walks towards Benny, hand out to shake.

Benny's handshake is as firm as Richard remembers. His smile is brighter, but they're not worn out at a camp anymore. They're men who survived and came home. Who wrote each other the first letter on the same day by accident.

Richard's not one for signs, but he holds that fact close to his heart. That they wrote each other that first letter on the same day, neither of them truly doing it first. The friendship they'd built in the Stalag had simply done the work when it was time.

"Look at you!" Benny says. He grabs Richard's shoulders and squeezes. "You look like you get three meals a day!"

"Sure do," Richard replies. "You're about as skinny as ever."

Benny grins. "My ma's trying her best, but I've always had a hollow leg, you know?" He turns and opens the back door of the car. Meatball jumps out, sniffs, and immediately pees on the driveway.

"Is that approval or disapproval?" Richard asks.

"Think it's just urine," Benny replies.

And it's Richard's turn to grin. Meatball walks over and sniffs his hand, and Richard pets him. "Never actually seen one of these in person before," Richard says to Benny. "Huskies don't do great down here."

Benny wipes his hand across his temple where sweat is beading. "Yeah, I can tell. Chicago gets warm in the summer, but we get the lake breeze."

"Well, come on inside. It's a little cooler."

Benny grabs his suitcase from the trunk, then lets Richard lead the way into the house. Meatball walks next to Benny, snuffling every inch of yard he can.

Benny sighs in relief when he steps into the house. "Oh, yeah, this feels much better."

"Built it to let the heat out in the summers," Richard says.

"Those plans you sent me don't do it justice," Benny replies, looking around in the living room. "But I think I remember where everything's supposed to be. He points to the door at the left. "That's the dining room."

"It is."

He points right, "And that's the hallway with two bedrooms."

"Yes."

"And on the back, you've got the kitchen on the left, and your office on the right, with the bathroom tucked in between."

"Yup."

"Did you paint the bathroom blue like you planned?"

"Find out," Richard says, gesturing that way.

Benny walks that way, and Richard watches him move. He bounces on his toes a little. He didn't do that at the camp. Richard likes it.

He likes a lot of things about Benny.

He sometimes thinks Benny likes a lot of things about him.

But they've only had letters since the camp, and some things a man does not write down without surety.

"It is blue!" Benny calls from the bathroom. Richard listens to him walk towards the kitchen, then turn and walk to the office. "Oh, this turned out real fine," he hollers. "Those bookshelves are beautiful. You hand-carve the curve?"

"Yes, I did," Richard says. He walks into the office himself. Benny's looking at the built-in shelves with a smile, leaning in to read a few book titles. Meatball comes in, sniffs a leather chair, then climbs up and lies down.

"Meat--"

"He's okay," Richard says. "I don't mind dogs on the furniture."

"My sister doesn't let him in her house anymore. He shed all over the baby."

Richard laughs, picturing it. "Bet the baby loved it."

"He was climbing all over him. Meatball was delighted."

"Must have been a little rough for him, going from a whole base full of people giving him love to just you."

Benny's face changes, his smile turning smaller, but not in a bad way. More like he's having a private thought he likes a lot. "It's not so bad," he says. "Sometimes, you just need one person to love you the right way, you know?"

Richard swallows hard, nodding. He thinks about his first few days at the camp, the pain from his broken neck, and the frustration and rage about being a prisoner. Locked in a bunkroom with a bunch of white boys he didn't know and couldn't bring himself to trust.

And then when he'd been struggling to sit up one day, Benny had leaned over from the next bunk and held out his arm. Richard had stared, waiting for him to say something, but Benny had just sat there, arm out. The offer plain as day.

Richard had grabbed his arm and managed to sit up.

"We don't have much for pain around here," Benny had said once Richard had breathed through the spike of agony in his neck. "But I could make a fire, if you wanted. Heat some water. Get something warm on your neck."

Alex and Robert aren't there to help. They'd gone with a few of the other men to learn where to scrounge up supplies. Richard considers his options, then nods.

"Something warm might help," he'd said.

And that had been the start of it. Benny made a fire and warmed up some water and soaked some rags. He'd laid them over Richard's neck and sat next to him, asking him about himself like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Where you from?" Richard had asked.

"Chicago," Benny had replied.

"You know any black people there?"

Benny had thought a moment. "My neighborhood's mostly Italian and Jewish," he'd said. "But I talked a little with a couple of fellas at work."

The answer had felt honest, and Richard had liked it. "Yeah, don't know a lot of white boys myself. Are Italians white in Chicago?"

Benny had laughed. "Mostly, I think," he'd said, and then he'd gotten up to get another cloth out of the water.

Richard looks at Benny, looking at his books in his office. Remembering the layout of the house in a way that tells Richard he's re-read his letters.

Richard's re-read Benny's letters, too.

"You got anyone loving you the right way these days?" Richard asks.

Benny bites the corner of his mouth. "Maybe," he says. He shuffles his feet and takes a step forward. "I, um, I wrote you a letter yesterday. Before I left Chicago."

"What's it say?" Richard asks.

"Nothing much," Benny replies. "But it didn't feel right to miss a week, you know?"

Richard takes a deep breath and a step forward. "I know," he says. "I usually write you on Wednesdays."

"Yeah, I've noticed." Benny leans against the bookshelf and looks up at Richard. His face is different than in the camp, more filled out. He's still skinny, but there's a glow of health to him now. They're doing all right, the both of them, Richard thinks.

"Richard."

"Yeah?"

"You wanna be loved by just one person in particular?"

Richard thinks of Benny making that fire. Warming up those rags. Thinks of Benny telling him terrible jokes and asking him about books and chemistry. Telling Richard about his family and asking about his. Playing cards side-by-side, where they cheated by showing each other their hands. Walking side-by-side during that whole long march, Benny checking every now and again that Richard was doing okay.

And then letters. Letters upon letters. All the devotion and care Benny had shown before shining through in a different way. Richard had read them in disbelief at first. Devotion and care like this, in this world. From a white boy.

"You got anyone in mind?" Richard asks.

Benny takes one more step forward, and Richard dips his head down. Benny touches right where his neck used to hurt the most, and Richard holds his wrist, and the kiss is just a little thing. Brief and a bit dry. But it's a promise. An agreement. A start.

Richard:

Just a quick note this week. I'm about to get Meatball loaded into the car and start driving. With a little luck, I'll beat this letter to Birmingham. Won't beat the telegram I'm sending, though. But it didn't feel right to go a Saturday without a note.

I'm writing this down so I don't chicken out: Ask me if I'm seeing anybody, will you?

Yours,

Benny

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Chapter 11 - she’s upset bro

> pairing : Nishimura Riki x Female Reader

> genre : college student AU! , Pool Lifeguard AU! , smau , fluff

> warnings : SLOW BURN!! , swearing , bad humor jokes , kys jokes (die etc) , kissing , semi verbal bullying (no violence) , reader! injuring herself by accident , missing parent figure

> chapter synopsis : niki upsets y/n as he tells her he had to drop something off for Isabelle as he picks her up from her shift before their hangout. However his actions at the café made both of them realize how much they needed each other. More than ever.

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I started packing my bag as the shift was almost over for me, meaning Niki will arrive sooner or later. Still feeling eyes being laid on me. As I was packing my bag I felt a someone beside me, as I look up, it was Niki who was ready to leave by the look on his face.

“I’m sorry I just need to finish packing up than I can leave.” I smiled at him before stuffing everything into my bag.

“Is okay! I’ll just give Isabelle her things and I’ll be back.” I nodded slightly before focusing back on my task.

I throw my bag over my shoulder before looking over to Niki and Isabelle. He handed her a bag which I have obviously no clue what’s inside. Before I knew it, she wraps her arms around his neck and left back to the changing room. Disgust written al over Niki’s face as he is now wet because of her. I felt sick and hurt, we aren’t a thing so why I’m I jealous over this…

I pushed the negative thoughts aside as he returns, before asking if I’m ready to go. The walk to the café was peaceful. We spoke and talked about our interest, realizing we both had some similarities to bound with makes me happy.

But the constant thought of Isabelle hugging him still makes me upset.

when we arrive at the café, the atmosphere Immediately calmed me down. “Hey imma pay alright? Just tell me what you want.” Niki offered.

“No what? You can’t do that.” I wanted to reject his offer but of course Niki being Niki, he said no. And before I know it he paid for our order before we sat at a table near the window.

our conversation flow so smoothly as if we’ve known each other for years. He would tell me how he’s doing at school and even complain how stressful it was, how much he wanted to visit Japan again to see his family. And how much he wished he had the courage to speak to me. We found out lots of interesting facts about each other and made a promise we will hang out soon.

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Spazzcat's (Incomplete) YOI Fic Rec List

@alexseanchai said yes please, so now you all get to hear me ramble about the YOI fics I've been reading! I may do another one in the future since I'm still working through the archive but for now, these are the ones I've enjoyed and hope you will too! Note: Unless specified otherwise, all these are completed works.

Until my Feet Bleed and my Heart Aches by Reiya

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’ A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries. Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

Wordcount: 200k Sex scenes: Several, plot-critical Additional notes: This is the first installment of the Rivals series, which probably everyone in the fandom has heard of but I can't not include it. The sequel, Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts, covers the story from Victor's POV. An absolute banger of a series, and a real treat to reread as well as read for the first time after learning what was happening on the other side of the conversations. Expect lots and lots of miscommunication and heavy emotions throughout.

2. Stargazer by Fahye

"No, see, we've all been trained a certain way. The training system is traditional; it's centuries old. Nobody taught you. You ballist like it's got nothing to do with war at all." A sleepy, extraordinary smile crawls over Victor's face. "Nobody else does it like that. That's why we're going to win."

Wordcount: 23k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: To paraphrase the author's notes, this is a sports AU of a sports canon, where the sport is a made-up sci-fi sport played by royalty. It sounds absolutely insane, I know, but trust me, the world-building is perfectly executed to tell you everything you need to know without getting bogged down with unnecessary exposition. Has an Otayuri-centric sequel.

3. Dear Mama by Ferrero13

In which Victor writes letters to his mother, who is fifty percent of his rationality and self-control.

Wordcount: 30k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: Epistolary format following canon from the perspective of Victor writing back and forth with his mother. Just a very cute and funny insight into Victor's head and heart.

4. How the Mighty Fall (In Love) by braveten

Every Victor Nikiforov fan has three things in common.

1. They have unrealistic expectations for romance. 2. They mark their calendars with the dates of his newest book releases and the premieres of his latest movie adaptations. 3. They either passionately hate or love his greatest rival, a mysterious author whose pseudonym is only two letters: “KY.”

Wordcount: 30k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: Authors AU, just an all-around fun read of meeting, falling, and some hilarious mix-ups and mistakes along the way.

5. My Fun Fact Is: by stillmadaboutpetra

Yuuri fails to mention to his new non-skater friends who he is or who his husband is. Or that he even has a husband.

Wordcount: 6k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: The identity reveal trope is one of my favourites, and this is my favourite fic out of those.

6. Written in the Stars by pheonixwaller

Yuri Katsuki is a scientist aboard a deep space research vessel. Their mission is to chart and study a black hole, but when there's an accident Yuri is forced to abandon ship. Alone and adrift he can only watch as his husband, Phichit, and all their friends are killed. Then, with rescue likely years away, he goes into stasis. Victor Nikiforov is the young captain of an exploration vessel. Known for his charisma it is his job to make first contact and establish friendly relationships with other space-faring societies. But his curiosity is piqued when his crew detects an old distress signal, and finds a lone survivor from a ship lost nearly a hundred years before.

Wordcount: 90k Sex scenes: yes, not plot-essential Additional notes: Far future sci-fi, be prepared for character deaths right at the beginning and grief/mourning throughout. Really well-thought-out sci-fi experience with romance as part of the plot but not the entire focus.

7. Tale of a Sleeping Prince by phoenixwaller

In a world where soulmates exist, but may not be alive at the same time, those born first become "sleepers." They go into self-induced hibernation that can last centuries until their soulmate is of age, and close physical distance. At the age of 12 Yuri Katsuki sees a photo of the living legend, the oldest known sleeper, Victor Nikiforov. It sets in motion a desire to get close to the other man by training to be a caretaker. Eventually he finds himself in Saint Petersburg Russia, ready to work as close to the sleeping man, but as he approaches the Living Legend awakens.

Wordcount: 16k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: I am weak for soulmate AUs and this is a really unique one supported by fantastic worldbuilding.

8. Trust Me, I'm an Alchemist by metisket

In which Yuri Plisetsky began life with the name Edward Elric, and this has made the world of figure skating a significantly stranger and more alarming place. “Are you saying you lived a life of crime before you began skating?” “I’m gonna have to check the statute of limitations on a couple things and get back to you on that.”

Wordcount: 55k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: Crossover with FMA, but knowledge of that canon needed to understand this should be minimal, I think. Focuses on Yurio and is one of the most hilarious fics I have ever read in my life, if you only read one fic from this list let it be this one, you won't regret it.

9. Empty Ice by phoenixwaller

Yuri Katsuki is considering retiring from competitive figure skating after coming in sixth at his first Grand Prix Final, but an accident only days after the final leaves his idol, Victor Nikiforov, in a coma. Grief stricken, Yuri decides to dedicate his season to the fallen skater and throws himself into the sport. He puts everything on the line for three final competitions. Then, dreams shattered, he retires. Adrift, grieving, and unsure of his place in the world Yuri turns to photography and quickly becomes known as one of the best figure skating photographers at competitions. It is this that leads him to the one thing that lends a sense of catharsis: recreating famous photographs of Victor, except in empty ice rinks. However, soon strange artifacts start to appear in his photos, and a presence calling itself Victor attaches itself to him. Yuri is left to wonder if he is going insane or if he's being haunted, and whether the strange artifacts in the photos are at all connected to the comatose skater.

Wordcount: 78k Sex scenes: yes Additional notes: Mind the tags, but trust me, it's worth the weird.

10. Miliy by fangirlandiknowit

Viktor finds himself in a sticky situation – referring to more than the mess in his pants after watching his favorite camboy’s show. In other words, how do you tell a camboy with a celebrity crush on Viktor Nikiforov that you are, in fact, the very man you role play with him as? The answer - you don't.

Wordcount: 66k Sex scenes: several, plot-important Additional notes: Lots of sex scenes (it's a camboy AU, what do you expect) but still manages to pack in an impressive amount of plot, drama, and feels.

11. Lessons in Love by fangirlandiknowit

All Viktor wants is for his son to be happy - and if that means spending countless hours at the ice rink, a million more in the ballet studio, and devotedly cheering for Katsuki Yuuri at every competition he enters, then that is precisely what he'll do. He just didn't expect to become a fan, too. (He didn't expect to fall in love.)

Wordcount: 180k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: Broke: fake dating. Woke: Pining so hard everyone around you is convinced you're already dating. Strikes a great balance between a Victor who takes the important things in his life very seriously and a Victor who is a complete disaster when Yuuri's around. Very sweet, very funny, however you may have to suspend your disbelief regarding the physical and mental development of a ten-year-old.

12. No Storm Can Venture There (orphaned fic)

General Viktor Nikiforov stands, hands in his pockets, facing the man he so desperately needs on his side. "We've got four Jaegers and we're missing a pilot," he states. Pauses. The silence stretches, pulled at both ends by both stubborn wills. Finally- "You know I won't," former Ranger Yuuri Katsuki starts, turning his gaze aside, standing, shoulders tense, "can't." Viktor closes the distance. "Of course you don't think you can when you've been hiding from the possibility."

Wordcount: 180k Sex scenes: Otayuri glimpsed only briefly Additional notes: Going in, this fic starts off seeming like a beat-for-beat Pacific Rim rewrite with YOI characters. If you give it a chance, however, it is very much not, and goes further and further away as the story progresses. Very much a wild ride.

13. you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be by roserelease

More than anything, Yuuri wants to impress his cosplay role model Viktor Nikiforov, aka Nike Cosplay. But after a horrible start to a convention weekend, he panics and backs out at the last second to meet his idol. Normally this would be fine, except Yuuri discovers too late that there's a little Viktor related secret inside the con vlog his best friend filmed over the course of the weekend for him... It's fine, he thinks. Embarrassing, but not the end of the world. And it's not like Viktor himself will ever see the con vlog, so why worry? (Except for when one fateful, lonely night, Viktor does.)

Wordcount: 200k Sex scenes: yes Additional tags: Be very mindful of the tags, while being a very positive story overall this one does touch on some heavy subjects and the second installment in the series even more so. Fourth installment is in progress and last updated Jan 15, 2024 at time of writing.

14. empty spaces between stars by astudyinrose

Victor gets just as drunk as Yuuri at the Sochi Banquet, and they disappear together after the dance-offs. They wake up the morning after with rings on their fingers, and pictures of them kissing after getting married the night before are all over the tabloids… but neither of them remembers a thing. They decide to stay married for a while for the sake of Victor's sponsorships, and in exchange, Victor coaches Yuuri through nationals…

Wordcount: 225k Sex scenes: yes Additional notes: Be mindful of the tags again for this one, otherwise a nice juicy slowburn of relationship development.

15. The Coin, The Stone, & The Rose by Silver_Scribbles

Crown Prince Viktor Nikiforov once had the world at his fingertips; he was rich and powerful and handsome, and he had everything his heart desired. Now, he is a Beast, imprisoned by an Enchantress' spell; hiding away from the world in the never-ending winter of his shame. Katsuki Yuuri is . . . odd, to say the least. Beautiful, but odd. While the rest of the villagers put one foot firmly in front of the other, Yuuri would rather loose himself to his dancing and his daydreams; always wishing for something more than his provincial life. Each is captive to circumstances beyond their control; trapped by unbreakable spells and impossible dreams. However, an unlikely meeting is about to change everything. Hope makes a final play for their salvation as the sands of time run out; but as Yuuri and Viktor learn to find themselves in one another, they also make discoveries that they're completely unprepared for . . . some wondrous, some wretched . . . and some treacherous enough to permanently tear them apart. For who could ever learn to love a Beast?

Wordcount: 270k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: While the first chapter is a well-executed tribute to disney's Beauty and the Beast, this is very much its own story that takes some of the basic elements and creates something entirely new and suited to the characters. Be advised that as the story progresses it does get a bit darker and heavier in some ways that aren't tagged for such as blackmail, forced marriage, and violence, but it does end happily.

16. The Rules for Lovers by ADreamingSongbird

Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well… That’s a long story.

Wordcount: 325k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: Fascinating AU mixing not just royalty but magic, with a background world that diverged from our own. Does take the realities of court politics and political intrigue seriously and gets fairly dark at points, so approach with some caution.

17. Let Me Fall For You by HuntressFirefall

Victor Nikiforov was on his way to becoming a Living Legend in the sport of figure skating. After hitting his stride and winning back-to-back World Championships, the sport's biggest star was the overwhelming favorite to win gold in his third Olympics on home ice in Sochi, Russia. But when Yuri Katsuki pulls off the upset victory in Sochi at the young age of 21 and takes the gold, Victor begins to see his world and the people in it in a very different light -- and it turns out they see him differently as well. No longer knowing who he can rely on and finding he didn't know those close to him as well as he thought, when his skating career falters Victor makes a shocking choice that turns his world upside down in ways he did -- and didn't -- expect.

Wordcount: 400k Sex scenes: yes Additional notes: Takes a very serious look at the pressures of high-level skating and the consequences of that. The heavy emotions lead to the ending being satisfying beyond belief.

18. The Nature of Things by Zombubble

Lonely, tired, and stuck in Detroit for two months due to competitions, Viktor Nikiforov decides he's staying. He's not sure what he expects to find, but it's certainly not love, and he certainly doesn't expect it to come in the form of the World's Cutest Barista. But when the pressure of his career threatens to strain his burgeoning relationship, and long-held secrets come into the light, he finds his love tested in ways he'd never anticipated, with life-changing results.

Wordcount: 465k Sex scenes: None that I can recall Additional notes: What starts off looking like a meet-cute with skater!Victor and barista!Yuuri turns far more complex and serious when Yuuri turns out to be secret royalty. Long, emotion-heavy, and just touching on some of the darker facets of court reality.

19. All Our Yesterdays by Kitsunebi_UK

York, England, 2120: Yuuri Katsuki is a dime-a-dozen techie, spending his days doing routine repairs at the university. He hangs out with his friend Phichit, goes for a drink, watches holograms. It’s an existence – but is it a life? Crowood Castle, Yorkshire, 1392: As the son of a baron, Sir Victor Nikiforov makes judgements where lives hang in the balance. As a knight, he must sometimes end them. It’s what he was born to do – but what of the heavy burden on his soul? Death is all too commonplace, while life and love remain elusive. When a brilliant scientist goes rogue, journeying to the Middle Ages with the world’s first time machine, Yuuri is stunned to be called on as the last hope of preventing her from changing history. After an abrupt departure, he lands at Crowood Castle disguised as an enemy of the Nikiforovs, Sir Justin le Savage – and will need to act the part if he is to survive. It’s a tall order for someone who can barely tell the back end of a horse from the front. But if Ailis, in her own disguise, discovers who he is, his mission will end in a blaze of laser-gun fire. He must not give his real identity away, even to the beguiling knight he’s falling in love with…

Wordcount: 1.02 million Sex scenes: yes Additional notes: A wild ride from start to finish, with truly exceptional attention to detail in creating a believable future and a realistic past, plus some scarily believable worldbuilding for the time periods in between. Expect period-typical violence for all eras that come into play. Does get downright heartbreaking near the end, but hang in there, they do get their happy ending, I promise.

20. Equivalent Exchange by writingfromtheshadows

Without the Katsuki line to protect and maintain the laws of magic, Great Mages have become so few and far between that many believe the age of magic is coming to an end. However, when he comes across a young man weaving tales with figures of fire, Viktor begins to wonder if magic is truly dead, or if it lives on in the body of the storyteller with warm brown eyes.

Wordcount: 200k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: Wonderfully constructed fantasy setting, intriguing magic system, and an intense plot bringing it all together.

21. When the World Stops... by Miled

When an injury sidelines Viktor from competing as a skater, Yakov encourages him to take up coaching even if he kind of sucks at it. On the other hand, Yuuri is absolutely devastated that he can no longer strive to compete with his inspiration. Instead of giving it up, he dedicates one last season to honoring Viktor's career...but then Viktor takes notice.

Wordcount: 200k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: Just a really interesting what if possibility!

22. L'ultima volta by goodbye_blue

“Hey, Mila,” Viktor looked up at her, bleary-eyed. “You don’t know any theoretical physicists, do you?” “…No?” She replied hesitantly. Yakov had seen enough. “What the hell are you doing?!” He stormed, rounding the table. Oh no, he thought when he saw the video. His stomach sank a little. It was that Japanese skater, Katsuki. The dark horse who had just demolished the competition at Skate America.

Yuuri and Viktor find themselves years in the past, right at the start of the fateful season where they first met. Now, if only they could figure out whether they’ve come back alone.

Wordcount: 25k Sex scenes: none Additional notes: They're idiots, your honour.

23. eternity will be born from hope by vivi_writ3s

On the tail-end of being dropped by his junior coach mid-season, Yuuri Katsuki is hit by a car and realises the universe must have a sick pleasure in fucking him over. Or; Twenty-nine year old Yuuri wakes up in his seventeen-year old body and decides fuck it, if the universe decided to screw with him, he’s going to screw back.

IN PROGRESS Additional notes: This is the beginning of a rewrite of a fic by the same name and author that they decided to alter because they realized they went OOC for Victor's age in the story. The pre-rewite version is still up as the first fic in the series and is absolutely worth reading as is (there are several scenes I go back to regularly).

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kylianswifey · 1 year

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Car Accident - Kylian Mbappe x Reader

The reader and Kylian get in a car accident on their way home and it results in one of them being badly injured. ______________________________ Kylian's POV: "..and we all burst out laughing, it was so funny, baby" Y/N was telling a story our friend told at the party while I was in the bathroom. "She is just crazy. She's always been like that" I chuckle. "I know." she said but suddenly stopped talking and looked at the road. I was driving a little fast, but I wanted to be home as soon as possible because I had training tomorrow and I was so tired. Y/N gets very uncomfortable when I drive fast, but I think she's gotten used to it by now, she trusts me. "Ky, can you slow down, baby?" I place my hand on her thigh, still keeping my eyes on the road. I give her a little squeeze as a form of comfort. "It's okay, honey. Don't worry, relax." she didn't seem convinced but still decided to not argue any further. What happened next was the reason I regret not listening to her begs for me to slow down. Everything happened in a blink of an eye. I drove through an intersection and a car going full speed crashed into us, on Y/N side. Our car dragged across the road and finally crashed into a road barrier. I was dizzy. I was still in shock, I couldn't tell what happened. It all came to me when I took a look at Y/N. My heart dropped. She was covered in blood and was half awake. I moved my arms to reach out to her and I felt a sharp pain on my chest, but I didn't care. I only cared about her. It was my fault, everything was my fault. She looked panicked and in a lot of pain. "Y/N?" I reach out to her slowly and I touch her wet cheeks. She looked at me and started screaming in pain. "Kylian...Kylian, oh, my god, I'm in so much pain..aghh" I felt so weak, I wanted to kill myself right there. I tried my best to make her stay still. I reached for my phone and called 911. "Y/N, baby. It's going to be okay, stay still, please. Calm down, it's okay." she wasn't even listening to me. She just kept her eyes shut and yelped in pain. "Kylian, I don't want to die, please..." "No, no, no, no, you're not going to die, Y/N. We're both going to be okay. This will pass, I just need you to be strong, please." I felt my cheeks getting wet from my tears. This was a heartbreaking sight for me. The woman I love is in this horrible state because of me and I can't do anything to make her feel better. She kept squeezing my hand and yelping in pain. I ran my hand through her blood stained hair and said comforting words to her, hoping it would calm her down. "Shh..Shh... It's almost over, baby. The help is on the way, keep holding on." She stopped for a second and quickly turned her head to look at me. "Oh, my god. Kylian, are YOU okay? Are you hurt? You're bleeding from your arm-" I couldn't believe she cared about me in those moments, I was the reason we were in this state. "No, I'm okay. I'm okay, don't worry about me, please. I'm so so so sorry, honey. I'm sorry I put you through this." she shook her head, disagreeing with my statement. She was trying to not blame me for this. She rested her head back on the damaged head restraint. I looked at her, trying the keep her awake just like the paramedics on the phone told me to. I forgot about my own pain at all when I saw her drifting to sleep. I shook her head lightly. "No..no..no, Y/N, baby? You have to stay awake, okay?" "I can't keep my eyes open anymore, Ky." "Y/N, yes, you can. Look at me, tell me something." She couldn't even talk before she closed her eyes fully, not even listening to my words. "Y/N? Y/N? COME ON, BABY... OPEN YOUR EYES" I heard the sirens outside. An ambulance approached us and the paramedics rushed to her side. They took her and put her on the stretcher, carrying her inside the ambulance. A paramedic approached me. "Sir, you need to get checked out too." "No, I'm fine. I'm going with her." "Sir, plea-" "I SAID I'M FINE, PLEASE."

I rushed inside the ambulance and sat next to my girlfriend's side. I held her fragile hand in mine and cried hard. I was supposed to keep her safe, not put her through this. I felt so ashamed of my actions. She was still unconscious. I felt a paramedic's hand on my shoulder. He looked at me and give me a squeeze on the shoulder. "She's going to be okay. Her injuries don't seem life threatening. She will be okay." I felt a little relieved after he said that. Earlier, Y/N's words about not wanting to die made me go crazy. We reached the hospital and they took her in. Finally, a nurse convinced me to get checked out too. It took 20 minutes before they let me go and I rushed to the entrance of the room they took her in and sat on the hospital chair. After what felt like an eternity, a doctor came out. I stood up quickly and rushed to him. "How is Y/N?" "She isn't in any serious danger. She has a broken arm, bruises and a mild concussion. It will take some time for her to heal, but she won't have any permanent damages. She's resting right now, you can go inside if you want." "Thank you so much, doctor." I shook his hand and went inside. My beautiful girlfriend was sleeping peacefully on the bed. Her cuts and bruises looked less bloody and her arm was in a cast. I sat on the chair next to her bed and took her hand in mine. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. She was okay, but I could've lost her tonight. I felt so blessed having her with me. However, no matter what, I still felt shame. She shouldn't have been here. She should've been at home, laying on the bed with me, cuddling, making love. I didn't notice I had fallen asleep on the chair when a sudden movement woke me up from my nap. I looked at Y/N who was slowly opening her eyes. She looked around the room and landed her eyes on me. She gave me a small smile and closed her eyes again. She was tired, of course. "Y/N, baby. You're at he hospital. Everything is okay, you're not in any danger, but don't tire yourself, we will talk later, okay?" She gave me a nod and held my hand. She was trying to say something. "Ky, it's not your fault. I love you. I'm okay."

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BLUE HAIR RAVENSTAN IM PTERODACTYL SCREECHING

*rm!clyde autism vc* erm, actually! its pterodactylus!~

but, no, fr. he is the moment, the movement!!!!

and everyone thinks it's because he's in his cool boy, cool blue, blue rad(s)berry, bad boy era, when in reality he's in his imy ky sad boi era.

like after they fought when the call girl news came out, which, tbh, i think ended with kyle about to call ravenstan 'stan' but then he stopped himself at the last second and yelled out, "no, fuck that! you don't Deserve to have his name! my stan would NEVER do this to me!

....fuck you, raven."

which...OOOOOOOOF. when stan and kyle know who each other are and don't call each other by their actual first names...its really bad. like actually, at the end of The Kyle Can't Say I Love You Fight where jersey is begging ravenstan to stay, stan gives him one last chance and is like "tell me you love me." and kyle is like "w-what?" and stan grabs kyle's hand, looks deep into his eyes, bearing his heart and is like "tell me you love me and i'll stay." n kyle tries and tries and tries

...but he Can't :(

so stan wipes his eyes, laughs a sad little laugh, drops kyle's hand, picks up his black jansport backpack and in The Voice just goes

"adios, jersey."

and SLAMS! the door behind him.

now, one of my favorite things about writing rm is a lot of stuff seems really cute and coy on the surface, but it's actually kind of insidious. or even that something as harmless/innocuous as a nickname might carry the weight of the world across a mere six letters. see, because when ravenstan called his kyle 'jersey' at the that first crimson dawn concert when he chose kyle as his victim, as we all now know, stan knew exactly who kyle was, but pretended not know, and what's more? stan gave kyle a cute little nickname...

jersey.

cute, light, bouncy. on the nose, where blush ran like red snow across that valley of freckles and melted our college student ice king into glassless puddle at the mere utterance of that word from raven's lips. not too much to think about there. seems like a simple thing, calling the boy you like a funny name, to tease him or make him feel special.

to everyone but stanley marsh in that moment, calling kyle jersey and continuing to call him jersey wasn't something he did to be cheeky, it was strategic...it was personal. because it was much easier for stanley marsh to call his precious long lost kyle broflovski jersey...

...than kyle.

it's probably not as obvious as i think it is when i'm writing it in, but if you look closely in rm, you might notice that ravenstan almost exclusively calls kyle jersey, except for a couple really tender moments, or by accident. bc he's not supposed to use kyle's name/

one, it's just too hard, because saying kyle's name invokes way too much raw emotion in him, like the raven voice drops, he starts doing the stan voice, his eyes get shiny, it's half a sob, half a prayer, there's an overwhelming urge to hold him...like it's too obvious. kyle can't say ily and stan is not supposed to say kyle's name.

so he created jersey as a buffer, a fail safe. he created the jersey nickname to create distance between himself and kyle, so that he could keep his head on his shoulders and not go off book.

which is not to say that later on they don't use raven/crow and jersey/yersey when they're being funny/feeling fond, but if kyle calls stan raven in the shrewd deadpan voice or raven calls kyle jersey in the aloof, cool boy raven voice....THEY ARE FIGHTING!!! which...ya.

anyways, speaking of ravenstan's blue hair ( the closest approximate of which i think is this picsart monstrosity i edited [ which idk who drew this but all the credit in the world to them like thats my son ], i also did a blonde one ) after the fight, i just know stan was spiraling super hard, a bottle of chase azul tequila and a bottle of blue arctic fox hair in the other, washing his face w/ his tears, scream singing to abba on vinyl ( jersey loves abba, stan gave him a lot of shit for it growin up, their first dance at sadie hawkins was also an abba song )

and just boarded the plane the very next day with blue ass hands and blue ass hair...also pls note that when stan made the seating arrangements, it was well before they had that fight, so stan put himself next to kyle ( and its a small private plane so the rows only have two seats, i think ) and its a mess like...Roll Clip!

jers: "what? wouldnt'ya ratha sit next to ya girlfirend? here, i'll mov-"

raven: "kyle, you've been mentally preparing yourself to sit in this particular seat for weeks. you begged me to show you the layout of the plane so you could practice. you're not moving. plus, she has a window seat and you hate the window seat. i made sure you were sitting in the aisle seat so you could get up, so you don't feel trapped."

jersey, trying not to be rizzed: "and yet here i am...Trapped. With. You."

jersey, scoffing: "wow. blue? really?"

raven: "thought you'd be pleased, considering it's your favorite color"

jersey: "not anymore."

ravenstan, being a little shit: "oh, yeah? what's it now. whatever it is, i'll change it. i brought color oops just in case." ;)

jersey, rolling his eyes: "y'know, i actually don't like any colors at the moment. hate 'em all! guess you'll have to shave ya head." <3

raven: "no worries. gq magazine says i have the bone structure for it."

aAAAAAASASASAAAAA!!!!! they are being so cunty like boys relax oh my goddddddd...speaking of being relaxed. kyle is not that. kyle does not like planes, reads the emergency card 100 times, makes them check all the systems like 100 times and is particularly frightened by taking off the runway/turbulence so he actually...grabs stans hand by accident, breathing really and stan just squeezes his palm reassuringly and strokes the arch of jersey's knuckles with his thumb before they break away and kyle pretends like it never happened.

stan also...falls asleep on kyle's shoulder for like 70% of the flight, like kyle is just doing something dorky like the sudoku puzzle or reading hemmingway and stan's beautiful freshly blue chai-scented head plops on kyle's shoulder, sleeping soundly. and i shit you not kyle is scared to move that entire flight, a baby looks like its gonna start crying and kyle gives it The Glare and it swallows that sound back up. he's fighting demons and the demons are wanting to gaze longingly at your sleepy ex-sbf and kiss him on the forehead aaaAAAAAAA.

but ya! i love you manic blue hair stan! my hero! my zero!

-uncle nina, dyed hair idiot boy stan agenda

#jersey lore #but like actual jersey lore about the jersey nickname #like it is cute its supposed to be cute #but it really is just stans coping mechanism #tfw u have to make up a flirty tarty whorey lil nickname for ur childhood best friend bc u cant say his actual name #bc u literally say it in the gayest voice possible like hes a spring and you havent had water in 100 years #and like you need him and want him and would do anything for him with ur voice and character breaking desperate for him #SO YEAH THATS WHY STAN CALLS KYLE JERSEY #BC CALLING KYLE BY HIS NAME IS TOO HARD FOR STAN #HE GETS REALLY EMOTIONAL BC ITS HIS FAVORITE WORD INT THE WORLD AND HE WANTS TO SAY IT ALL THE TIME #but its hard to say it when u are calling ur kyle Kyle and he is calling you raven like ur a stranger and AAAAAA #but also yeah their airplane interactions are so cunty but also cute bc they held hands and stan napped on him #me when the boys are being cute and perfect and in love: yawn #me when they boys are fighting and being cunty to each other & like 3 secs away from going at it on the next available surface: SLAY #i love tension and drama like I LOVE THE OO YOU WANT ME SO BAD its my favorite thing omg #ok done jazz hands idk what this is #one thing abt me is im gonna make the boys fight and then makeout really aggressively with eachother sorry abt it #IK THE CALL GIRL THING IS CONFUSING RN JUST HOLD YOUR HORSES OKAY ILL EXPLAIN IT SOON

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eluxcastar · 2 years

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Meeting their s/o's reincarnation in the next life, but on the enemy's side

── ୨୧：ky luc, chess belle, crowley eusford x reader (separate)

୨୧﹑synopsis :: a past lover departed all too soon, never supposed to meet them again, though immortality will make that possible. it was never how they expect it to end up.

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, mentions of violence, brief mentions of suicide (staged), implied kidnapping, stockholm syndrome if you squint, 90% of these are for chess, she may be ooc, crowley's past s/o is amab, also not explicitly his s/o (historians say they were roommates)

୨୧﹑words :: 4.5k

ky luc apparently WASN'T IN THE FIRST ONE??? 🤨 so anyway our catboy gets put here, Chess' deleted because I fell asleep writing it and istg I could cry Idk hers was an idea that tickled my brain. I was gonna include Horn but then I saw the word count at just Ky and Chess and withered away

part one | part two

─ ୨୧： ky luc

He always knew that at some point, you must leave this world before him.

Ky can remember the times he used to watch his dear lover, his still very Human lover from his very Human life, yet as he leaves that life behind in order to pursue the thing that interests him next he finds that he can not yet stray too far. Even when Sika Madu will scold him for sneaking out he ignores the many warnings in order to see you, watch you more like. It comes from a place of good in his heart.

The person he watches day to day to ensure your health and happiness. As far as you knew, Ky had passed in a tragic accident, though you never were fond of hearing the specifics, and your life goes on with a hole where he used to be. He begins to notice when you come out of your shell again and slowly cheer back up, it's visible in your demeanour and the spring back in your step. Your beautiful smile, your warmth is back for the first time in a while.

It's also very visible when you begin to grow ill, first just a minute cough here and there that began to grow into full-blown fits, you told the Doctor you couldn't breathe at times, and that these fits were beginning to make you dizzy. He could see you deteriorate more and more with each day, and none of the treatments you were trying were working and it frustrated him to no end. Ky rarely knows the specifics of how sick you are, having to wait for you to mention it to someone and only then, it had to be one of the times he was in earshot to hear it, because in your mind he was long dead. You start making the odd jokes every so often that this is 'just Ky becoming impatient', and something tells him you're worse off than you're letting on.

"God, now I'm imagining my dead husband." is your response when he first breaks his deal with Sika Madu not to get too close. Ky doesn't deviate from that narrative, using it as his leeway to take your hand and shush you, telling you to just rest. "Things were finally starting to look up again." You have done nothing but worry him, and now you seem to enjoy that more than ever as you talk to what you still believe is a mirage. "They say that there's nothing they can do, just to arrange my affairs and pray. Perhaps we will be together again sooner than we thought."

And just like that he snaps from his thoughts, staring at one of the soldiers who had arrived on the bus with the gang of teenagers, one who looks so eerily similar to a string of memories he has that it's impossible to shake. Ky could take a picture of that one, travel back in time and hold it up to his lover and he'd see two of the same people staring back at him. It's almost scary, thinking about how easy it would be to break that little soldier even when he wouldn't dream of laying a finger on the person he mistook them for at first.

Just as quickly as you appeared you're running off with those kids telling them not to cause a fuss, like they were little children you're hopelessly trying to parent, and it clicks with him your uniform is different. It's not so drastic you look like you're in a different army but the adornments it holds say enough—the reason you're scolding those five are because you are like their parent. You're one of their superiors. Feasibly any curiosity he may have held would've been much easier to indulge with a standard private rather than an established higher up.

It feels as if it all went too fast, as an innocent little assignment from Lord Urd leads to him getting chased around by this very strong, very angry 'little soldier' who he thought would be so easy to crush between even his fingers like a pesky little insect. Ky thought sacrificing Ferid would be enough, but you ran after him after his retreat like you had a death wish. Indeed, as he manages to grab you by the throat and slam you against the ground where you will stay put, he does finally get to see you closely.

It's as if he looks down at his lover, sleepy and at peace, reaching up to caress his cheek and murmur something to him; he can't quite remember word for word, but he remembers enough. Everything down to the smell of the room ingrains itself within his mind and etched out a clear picture, even the smell is there as he swears he can pick up the faint scent of smoke and wax from the candle he recalls living at your bedside where you would light every night. The feeling of your hand touching his skin and leaving a pleasant ringing in the wake of your fingertips as you stroke his cheek to ask if he's tired yet, all before Ky leans down to place a gentle kiss against your forehead.

Then he realises he has you pinned to the ground, and he's choking the life out of you as you claw at his face after giving up on his hands which had reddened due to how vicious your nails were scratching him. Ky eases up his grip on your neck and you immediately gasp for air, your chest heaving just to try and pull yourself together. He realises he's killing the only trace of you left on this earth, a little soldier who shares your face, and who hates him in just the way you must for what he's done to you.

He can't bring himself to squeeze any harder, he releases you completely and stands from where he had crouched by your side. Ky watches as you roll yourself over and cough on seemingly nothing a couple of times, barely even reacting as he practically scurries away knowing you'll be better off if he leaves while you're stuck in a state you can't possibly chase anymore.

The third time you meet is the middle of your newest battlefield, a mess of blood, fire and the smell of death as you're both standing in the remnants of countless of your comrades. He's far too close, inspecting your neck closely, and his thumb brushes over the deep purple marks imprinted in your skin, the bruises yet to fade. You shove Ky away almost the second he touches you, and he allows it. He's watching you be sent flying within seconds, a chain far too recognisable coming down between you and flicking at you with what looked like barely any force. You had been relatively passive until now, but it must've taken you from observer to fighter. Offence fighter. It's what tips you from tolerant, and he can only assume you saw it as a breach of this relatively peaceful interaction. You launch yourself at him, weapon in hand, and he's forced to weigh his opinions in the few seconds he has to decide whether or not to strike. It feels as if time stops just for this decision, and he wonders, if he couldn't kill you before what changed?

Even if he wanted to, Ky knows he could never hurt you, the you he loved that is, but you look so much like that person…you look so much like that person he can't take the thought.

He wonders if you ever once hesitated in your decision the way he has every time he's tried to hurt you, but contrary to how he imagined it, he doesn't feel even a hint of pain. If he wasn't watching his body collapse to his knees and begin to deteriorate into the air, he wouldn't even know you'd cut his head off. It feels peaceful. It feels peaceful to think of what life could've been if he had never left you in the first place. He certainly wouldn't be watching Lest Karr charge at you in a fit of childish anger, nor would he have seen what became of you as he is now. Perhaps he could've gone with you, to the place where you found your peace, your family. He can only think back again, back to what you last said to him, about seeing him again…at the time you couldn't wait.

"At last, we'll be together again, love. I'm sorry I made you wait so long."

─ ୨୧： chess belle

The turn of the century offers you just about everything you could ever ask for in a life of crime and con artistry — an atmosphere, clothes, the people, the places, the boom in the economy that was making you richer and richer — and you both cash your cheques with a laugh knowing you'll be set for a while now, this will tide you over even if you decide to have a little fun and drink together like you don't have a limit.

Many people look at the way you look at each other and scowl, but it's never stopped you before. The thing that would stop you sounds closer to a bad con, or more like cheating. You suspect one of the players is observing the cards of the people around the table through a third party, the one serving you drinks, so you slip an unwanted card away under your clothes where it's out of sight while nobody is looking too closely. You thought it was fine, until you win the round now with more than a few cards tucked away and suddenly he explodes. It's so unreasonable it completely ruins the mood, but nobody wants to stand against him.

He obviously knows you're a 'damn con artist' as he puts it, but playing dumb and collecting Chess from the other table insisting to her you have to leave now doesn't get you far. You both decide to get out of town and move on before the whole ordeal is blown out of proportion. It already is as he's got his panties in a twist over the money you just made him lose, valuable time he could've spent playing someone who wasn't a cheating bitch. You know it's safer not to loiter just because there's profit to be made, there's so many better places you can run to with your darling girlfriend that one place will mean nothing in the grand scheme of things, and you'll find some place where you can happily marry whether or not deception may be necessary.

You're not exactly sure how a card game where you returned the notion of cheating to win ended this way, with a gun to your head in a place where Chess would find you. A pen in your hand and a piece of paper in front of you, writing exactly what you're told word by word as it evolves into what looks like a suicide note. You're not in love with her anymore, and you won't live a loveless life. You can't fathom those things let alone writing them for her to read and blame herself for your death. You try to work things in under his nose, stupid pet names you've never called her before, or that she heard and laughed uncontrollably because you were intentionally being embarrassing or some event that never happened as you're told to 'give an explanation'. The last thing you write is how you can't stand her abuse anymore, and you know that she'll know you don't have a say in this, you know she's never actually raised a hand to you or chewed you out when you didn't do something to deserve it.

Chess finds you some hours later, taking your body in her arms even when she hears the gun fall to the ground, you're staining her clothes with blood and she's covering her hands in it just to cradle you in her arms begging you to come back.

You find yourself bound and restrained, laying on the bed you'd been sleeping in in a daze where the little purple-haired Vampire has you held down with her own body straddling your waist and pressing you into the mattress. It feels like she's draining you, and you can't push her away when your arms are tied. You feel light-headed. You aren't even sure how you ended up here, vaguely recalling her asking if she can keep 'this one' in reference to you. You think you were ambushed by her. At some point she decided to keep you more than ever, and had taken you home with her where you had been for a few days now. Sometimes Horn watches you to see exactly what she's has been doing with her new toy, sometimes you're alone with Chess and she's oddly tender.

It's one of the times you're alone, and you're trying to think of how many days it's been since she began this. "I thought I would never see you again." She says it suddenly, like you're supposed to know what she's talking about as she lays down beside you, "We made that guy so mad he got us kicked out, but we had lots of fun in that place." You turn your head to look at her, and she reaches up to stroke your cheek.

"Can…Can I be untied yet…" You almost don't want to interrupt her, but there's an ache in your joints from how uncomfortable it is and you wonder if catching her at this moment will make her comply.

"Hmph!" She pushes herself back up and sits back on top of you, her thighs squeezing you tightly, "Are you gonna run away?" You vigorously shake your head, a noise something like a whimper escaping you. "You're not much like you used to be y'know, or maybe you just aren't like that for me anymore… Are you always this much of a fraidy cat?"

She shuffles back to make room for you to sit up, reaching behind you to untie you as she said she would. "You've been keeping me as livestock after killing all of my friends." The amount of relief you feel having your arms freed is indescribable, "Sorry I'm not all over you."

"Hm. It's just like we were when we first met, except you thought I was a fraidy cat. The police wouldn't investigate your death, they were glad one of us was gone."

"My what?" You can't quite follow what she's saying, though you can piece some things together. She seems to have mistaken you for someone she used to know, and she loves that person enough to be delusional to the fact that if they're dead and you're supposedly them, you can't be under her 'care' right now. She is so unimaginably gentle towards you that you allow it when she wants to curl up in your arms, partly out of fear and partly just so she'll think twice about hurting you again if she thinks you're warming up to her.

On and off for months she comes to you, allowing you minimal freedom but slowly providing you more trust. She let's you wander, but not too far, keeping you mostly in the one room where she visits you and feeds you, she tells you a lot about who you used to be. You understand now, and you're so grateful she found you again. It's a pity you don't have any memories of that but she never spares a detail in telling you all about it. You used to think she was keeping you something like her pet, but you start to grow more and more fond of her.

You let her have you, now that you know she's just trying to help her misguided lover break away from how much the Humans brainwashed you. You can't ask for more, even when people are starting to question why she devotes so much attention to a Human, even Horn wants to know. She especially wants to know whether Chess is just dancing about the rather glaring issue: your body will not remain this way forever, you'll grow out of looking the way she remembers you very soon. She insists Chess must give you her blood, right in front of the both of you, and Chess initially brushes it off.

Then she starts thinking, the best way to keep you by her side is to never be able to be killed by the likes of Humans ever again. Besides, if she does that, then you'll finally be safe. The Humans won't even want you back let alone try brainwashing you into believing Vampires are unruly monsters again. Yes, this way, you will truly be safe from them and all their lies.

"Will you let me give you my blood now? You never have to die again, we'll always be together."

─ ୨୧： crowley eusford

There is a semblance of repose he finds in speaking to you, a crusader still in training just under him, and Crowley finds your antics rather amusing if not a little out of line sometimes. It isn't easy to reign you in until he's more practised at the 'skill', but something about just how carefree you can manage to be is a relief to him, a breath of fresh air he isn't used to. He likes listening to you laugh about something childish and possibly quite stupid in his eyes, not because he completely shares your idea of humour but just because he likes your look of joy. He likes seeing you try to run away to escape the children who have decided you're the coolest person in the world all for their entertainment, so they can 'catch' you and brag about it.

Most of all, Crowley likes that you'll come visit him if and when you please, not because of any particular obligation to do so or because someone asks. Sometimes he just likes hearing about what you have to say, even if you just came to him bubbling with excitement about something you absolutely had to tell anyone right this second. He's flattered you choose him for that all the time. Of course you listen to him, and you have made remarks that you feel like more than just friends, ending it with 'like brothers'.

He doesn't think of you that way, something more than friends, but not brothers, it just…doesn't feel right. He wants more from you, but that seems to be more you can't provide, especially not in your current position, not when you want to be a holy knight so badly. You may be a bit of a goof ball, but you try to take your oaths seriously. You try to ease his mind with a promise that you'll keep coming to him for your bouts of energy. Crowley treats that as a vow, a silly vow and rather innocent but a vow no less.

He knew that one day it would happen, and you'd find yourself out in the world at war. What he didn't expect was for you to end up on the ground in a heap, a pool of blood forming around you. A hand is desperately trying to cover the wound and stop the bleeding. There's so much blood that even if he did stop it your vision is already waning, your consciousness wearing thin. He tries to take hold of your hand, though you can't seem to find where his hand is as you grab at the air, then finally he takes your hand. The frustration that had been building on your face dissipates as you manage to relax and almost melt into the arm that's holding you up. You slur your words when you try to speak to him, feeling him hold you tighter than he had been before the hand that you had been leaning on was at your head, holding you close to him.

Neither of you pay attention to the battle raging on around you, the screams and bloodshed, not to the body that falls right in front of you or at the metallic sound of swords clashing, a harsh sound. Suddenly you can't feel the ground beneath you, and Crowley fumbles in place trying to keep you steady. "You have to keep fighting, Sir Crowley."

"No! No, we're going home." He tries to insist that, but you know you'd never make it close to home, nor will you as he falters and is forced to drop back to his knees and lower you down. "Let's go home." He says.

"We can't go home. Don't leave everyone else just for me, they need you." He doesn't want to listen, trying to convince you to save your strength. It won't help anything and he knows that, but he's clinging to your life more than you are, until he knows he's holding nothing but an empty shell in his arms. He still doesn't want to let go, but one of his comrades is urging him to get up and fight. Avenge him.

He notices one of the Demon Army uniforms pass by him out of the corner of his eye, and as soon as he looks over he sees you sitting beside him in the passenger seat where Ferid had wandered off from. It's not unwelcome but he finds it odd that you'd be so comfortable, or maybe just choosing his company over Ferid's pestering. He likes having company, but he doesn't like company that talks as much as his dearest friend, something about it sounds…different. It's not as enjoyable when they don't seem to have a lot of enthusiasm, he can't make their eyes light up with questions, they just speak for the sake of speaking.

"We saved a Mother and child, from the horsemen, just before we spotted you guys actually. It makes me wonder if we'll run into more but since we haven't spotted any so far, I think we should be fine. Spotting them has never really been my strong suit, and I'm kinda tired so I'm not 100% right now— Oh, but uh, anyway, getting ahead of myself again. Do you always have to deal with that?" You ask, glancing over away from the road, unable to deal with how awkward it was after spilling every thought you'd had in the past house while you were just trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep. "With him, I mean."

He's noticed you tucked away in the corner of the group the whole time, never having much to say and none of them really seemed to know what to say to you either. You seem more like an outlier who just so happened to be there as well, not well known enough to be instantly part of conversation but too important to be left behind. He's starting to take a liking to you, or at least a liking to the way you talk, it's strangely familiar like you've known him for years and can talk to him so casually. He has next to no idea who you ever are.

"It's all he's done since the day we met. I take it that deserting the army wasn't exactly what you had in mind?"

"My team died, it was my fault." You confess, turning your eyes to the floor, shifting your feet, "I turned my back for a second and suddenly all hell broke loose. I saw Narumi and followed." Despite that you don't sound distraught, just inconvenienced, but maybe you'd adopted the mentality that crying about it won't bring them back.

"What were you supposed to do? Fight off all the danger they were in by yourself?"

"I should've coordinated them better, and maybe then they wouldn't have died." Your smile fades, but your mind quickly starts to wander. "Do you mind if I sleep here for a while? I don't think I've slept in days."

"We're almost there, so it probably won't be very long. Sleep when we get there instead."

One scare later and you're so exhausted you could collapse any second, Crowley himself notices as much when you decline a test of skill and pass right by him. He comes to see you later, to ask if you'd like to go see what's downstairs and see what's down there now that everyone's chatting amongst themselves and has moved on from it. You decline again, but you're in the mood to talk again, and he wants to hear you talk, so he sits on the edge of the bed you took up and are laying in.

Crowley begins to pick up on things, little things, even in the way he's heard about you from asking around. Apparently the kids in the town you took refuge in liked you, their awesome and very respected Lieutenant who ran around with them playing their games to keep them entertained. Apparently you're easy enough to get along with. He agrees with that, finding you interesting just to listen to, it's a strange thing. He forgot what is was like to have someone so excited to talk, and with you bring a soldier…no, that's a whimsical thought. You have no idea who he is, just that he's more than happy to listen.

You're just so welcoming toward him, so reminiscent of that person he knew and who he held in his arms. Crowley knows that man is dead, he felt him still in his arms, and he felt his breath stop, the blood that coated his hands and the dull look in his eyes uncharacteristic of him. He looks at you in the same way he looked at him and he sees someone that isn't you staring back at him. He doesn't have the same kind of feeling, but give it enough time and he'll find himself head over heels for that memory you ignite in him. The memory of him listening to you talk, and the memory of losing you.

He likes to listen to you, he likes your company. He spends more time around you, and you accept him as the closest person you have in this new circle. You are becoming an object of his affections, and he welcomes you as you stray from your group to follow him. He knows how to protect you this time, from anything, as your title is returned to nothing in the face of millennia old monsters he will be there to fix it. Even if he's a little too late, having a Vampire by your side means a little stab wound would never be enough to kill you.

He doesn't quite believe the fact you may very well be his dear friend reincarnated, but that will hardly keep him from protecting you all the same.

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hwangism143 · 21 days

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paper rings

synopsis: you're in love with your best friend, but technically, you're already engaged

pairing: non-idol!jisung x gn!reader (ft. the rest of skz and one roommate)

genre: best friends to lover, idiots

warnings: drinking. swearing. reader is implied to be bisexual. kys jokes.

word count: 4.1k words

a/n: i remember reading about someone and their best friend doing this lmao and just instantly thought of jisung. pls drop your comments and reblog lovies <3!

"i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this"

Being Han Jisung's best friend was certainly... something. Three years ago when he sat down on the free seat next to you during your first sound engineering class and offered you a big grin, you never expected him to become an unreplaceable part of your life. It came with it's benefits too though; you were now friends with his extremely loud and boisterous group of friends, but hey, at least that meant that you would get free food from Jisung five days a week (technically it was his food the Minho would pack but, who cares? Certainly not him).

You found it extremely easy to become friends with Jisung. It was almost amusing, how quickly you had opened the door to your heart for entry by him. Asking for class notes soon became hour long conversations about anime and movies and campus gossip. A shared obsession over Taylor Swift soon became in-home ice cream sessions spent dissecting her lyrics. Your friendship had gotten to the point where everyday, Jisung would leave you a paper ring on your seat beside, scribbled with a inspirational message.

You two had a tendency of doing almost everything together. You both were similar in several ways. Jisung wanted to be a music producer and had already decided that you would be the sound engineer for his studio. You both had anxiety as well, and although it varied, you knew each other's tells. It was a habit, at this point, comforting each other and being the other person's crutch in life.

Although, doing everything together wasn't always beneficiary. You were often party to Jisung's mischievous schemes, a product of his irresistible longing to entice playful irritation within his hyungs. The rest of the group loved you though, causing Jisung to be let off easily as a result of you being present with him.

You couldn't really say that you showed any mercy to Jisung either. He was a compulsory addition, along with your phone and wallet, on your late night grocery runs. You could have a craving from sushi to just dollar-store ramen, Jisung was always there (and sometimes not of his own will and accord). Regardless of what time or what materialistic object was set in your sights, Jisung had to come with you.

He never complained though. The boy had a slightly concerning affinity towards eating blueberry muffins and barbecued chicken breast at two in the morning. Both of you having some of the most fucked up sleep schedules you had ever seen (rivaled only by that of Chan, if you could even call it a sleep schedule), caused these late night runs to be an extremely frequent occurrence.

Your eyes were closed as you sat in the park bench in the middle of some town whose name you could not pronounce. What was the point of going to a prestigious university if they didn't even take you on nice trips?

After Jisung had finally been released from the clutches of 3RACHA (aka three broke men making music that is destined for greatness as soon as they become money minded), he had found his way to you. Well, less found his way and more spam called you and blew up your phone with Jujitsu Kaizen memes (which was so infuriating because you hadn't even watched it and yet your phone's gallery was full of Gojo's six-pack, all thanks to Jisung).

You felt bad for even thinking it, but to be honest, you were kind of avoiding him. Lately, Jisung had been spending a lot of time with you. You were probably imagining it, but it felt like Jisung was stealing glances towards you more often, like his touches were lingering instead of fleeting.

Ah, hope. What a fickle thing. It had people grasping to ideals that could be never achieved, desperately trying to hold on to a light that was long past dimming. You were already prisoner to wishful thinking; you didn't want to be held captive to the confines of hope either.

You texted Jisung the location of the park that you had accidentally stumbled upon and had decided to spend the rest of your day in. The university you attended had paid for transport, dumped you here and left you to be. To be fair, there wasn't really much you could plan for a two-day one night trip. The idea was, for your friend group at least, to spend the first morning roaming around on your own, go out to a nice restaurant in the night and spend the second day in the beach before heading home.

Jisung was hijacked by his other friend group for the larger part of the day, causing you to be victim of walking around pitifully alone and threatening bodily harm if Jisung didn't properly apologize with Boba and breakfast pancakes. You were walking in and out of stores, window shopping (the unfortunate and yet to be expected aftermath of blowing all your money on arcade tickets), when you decided to sit down somewhere nice.

Of course you found the most sub-urban park you had ever seen, complete with a once copper now greening statue of some man who was probably extremely important to the towns history but never brought up in conversation, educational or otherwise. The park was full of children with rose-tinted cheeks and mothers lamenting about each other (with the addition of an occasional barking dog).

You wondered if you would live the same way someday, coming to the park with a man or woman you loved and a child in your arms. Maybe even a dog or two, although you highly doubted if you could handle one considering you didn't even have a hold on yourself. Soon, you saw the figure of Jisung approaching you, Boba in one hand and waving at you with another. He handed you the drink and proceeded to sit down, his thigh brushing against yours.

Beside you, you felt Jisung shuffling around. "Okay, I have a very important question. When did you feel happiest with me?"

You wondered what could have prompted such a question from him. Jisung did have a tendency to talk about the latest hit songs for two weeks and then suddenly ask you about something nearly superficially philosophical. The last time he had asked you something, it had prompted an hour long debate on the meaning of life that could only be stopped due to Minho allegedly accidentally bringing home a stray kitten.

You let out a snort, "People don't feel happy around you, they fear for their fucking lives."

Jisung shoved you playfully, "Hey, be serious!" He had been growing out his hair and it fell into his eyes, making you suppress the temptation to run your hands through it. The entire world was moving around you, cars driving, people talking, an annoyingly loud baby crying. But this moment, with Jisung looking at you with curious eyes and a wide smile, was at a standstill.

You instantly knew the answer and reflected his smile back at him, "When you first proposed to me."

University students were apparently supposed to be mature and always prepared. You and Jisung were clearly the exception. The two of you were doubled over in laughter (in the middle of the street that too) after recounting what had happened just a few short minutes before.

It was a mere two weeks after your mid-terms for your first year in university. Jisung was over at your dorm room, citing an escape from Changbin's chokehold as an excuse to instead trouble you with his presence. You both were curled up on the couch watching some trashy reality show when Jisung's stomach comically grumbled.

Without even bothering to grab your stuff, you both had gone to a fast food restaurant, craving french fries for dinner. As Jisung ordered, the cashier asked robotically, 'cash of credit'. Jisung looked at you with wide eyes. You reciprocated.

The cashier was growing impatient. "Well? Do I need to call someone?"

The both of you exchanged a glance. A curt nod. And ran for your lives as the cashier cursed behind you. You both ran as much as you could until your legs finally gave out. Finding yourself in front of an alleyway full of small shops, you began contemplating where was the best to go. Finally, the two of you went inside a small, family-owned café, and sat down, breathing heavily.

The café in itself was extremely cozy, decorated in varying shades of brown and beige. You were surprised and slightly disappointed about not discovering this gem of a place before. In your mind, you had already tucked it away to become a regular study destination. You certainly did need one after getting banned from the public library thanks to another one of Jisung's antics.

"Did he call us a green horse's explosive ass?" You questioned, just setting off another fit of giggles.

Jisung shrugged at you, his eyes suddenly narrowing. That couldn't be good. He had a look in his eyes that you knew all too well. Han Jisung was about to come up with a plan, and it would either be Nobel worthy or akin to a tsunami.

"Y/N," said Jisung, "I have an idea. Just play along."

He dragged you to the middle of the restaurant, earning stares from the onlookers who were peacefully eating. His right leg bounced up and down as you glared at him. What are you doing? you mouthed at him. Just trust me, he said back. You knew about his social anxiety. Then why on earth was he putting himself in such a situation?

He took a few steps backwards, letting go of your hands, and dropped down on one knee. Jisung took out something shiny out of his pocket and quickly wiped it on his sweater. You looked at him in confusion, eyebrows raising in disbelief when you realized what was happening.

"When I first met you, I knew you were the one for me. Everything about you fit everything about me as if we're meant to be. I don't know the definition eternal, but if we were to consider the conventional meaning... I would like to have the honor of spending the rest of it with you."

You arched an eyebrow, wondering how long it took your best friend to come up with that. Coming back to your surroundings, as if on cue, your hand flew to your mouth and your eyes began to water (more so because of how difficult it was for you to contain your laughter, but oh well; at least it got the job done.)

You rapidly began to nod, grinning at him ear to ear. He smiled back at you, slipping the ring onto your finger. You look down at it, suppressing yet another snicker after seeing the tacky pawn shop ring that adorned your hand. Jisung quickly wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around. You giggled into the crook of his neck as the room burst into applause.

People came up to you with their congratulations while you two went to the counter to place your orders. "Two chicked burgers and one large french fries to go please," said Jisung kindly. He cocked his head towards you, "Baby, do you want the oreo milkshake?"

Jisung calling you 'baby' caught you by surprise. A part of you had nearly forgotten that you still had to put up the act. Blushing furiously (because you forgot, not because Jisung called you baby with a low drawl, obviously), you replied with a simple, "Sure. Thanks, honey." You smiled in achievement as Jisung began stuttering, cheeks tinted red.

"Oh, it's on the house for the soon to be married!" said the kindly old lady working the counter. Jisung quickly grabbed your food and the two of you rushed out of the store. As soon as you turned the corner, you both burst out laughing again.

"Jisung," you slapped him on the chest, "I feel so guilty!"

He just gave you a sheepish nod, grabbing a french fry and popping it in his mouth. You continued protesting but he put a finger on you lip and tilted the bag of food toward you. You gave him an admonishing look, picking up the food. He threw an arm around your shoulder while you settled into the curve of his collarbone, eating and walking in comfortable silence on the way home.

That was when, you thought, that was when you first started seeing him as someone more than just a friend.

Jisung tapped you impaitiently. "What say we do it again?" he asked sweetly.

"Oh my god Jisung, stop," you said pushing him playfully. He pouted at you while you glared at him, until Chan came up to the two of you and asked if he could talk to Jisung alone.

Jisung gave you an apologetic smile and strolled away with Chan, chatting away about something. As soon as he left, you let out a long exhale.

Nobody warned you about how painful being in love with your best friend would be. Nobody told you about how difficult it would be to restrain yourself from confessing all you feelings. Nobody told you how torturous it would be watching him gaze at other people, knowing that he would never look at you the same way.

You pinpointed that afternoon as the day when you started looking at Han Jisung through rose-tinted glasses. You went from being comforted by his light touches to craving them. You found yourself wanting to be something to him, something more than just a label of a 'best friend'.

You wanted him, wholly and completely, and were prepared to give yourself to him in the exact same way.

You would never, in a hundred years though, tell Jisung about your feelings. You had made up your mind. Telling him that you loved him would put your friendship at risk. You would much rather have Jisung at an arm's length than not at all.

You sat in the bench, lost in thought when you felt a throat clear in front of you. There Jisung was propped up on one knee, rattling off the same words he had told you all those months ago. He had a twinkle in his eye. You had tears in yours.

Jisung always lauded your performance in that tiny café. He said that your on command crying was so exceptional that 'aspiring actors should be grateful that you decided to settle on sound engineering'. You decided to spare his feelings and not tell him that your tears were a result of the absolute absurdity surrounding the entire situation.

The second and only other time that Jisung had whipped out his ring and you had whipped out your bridal tendencies was when your entire friend group was half-drunk in a bar, celebrating after mid-terms week. Jeongin wanted a full play by play of what, by then, was an iconic party story. You both went at again, albeit a little sloppily considering your inebriated state of mind.

This time though, tears ran down your face mercilessly. You couldn't take it anymore, your feelings growing and growing into something bigger than you could fathom. What started as the fluttering of a lone butterfly turned into a swarm of them and this, this was your breaking point.

Jisung looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Y/N? Are you okay? Is everything-"

"Stop," you snapped at him, "Just fucking stop, Jisung. Please."

He looked at you in confusion as you stood up and walked away.

The first place you went to was the hotel you were staying at. You quickly ran through the streets, wiping away your tears swiftly. There was something inherently wrong with you. You had utterly fucked up. You should have just played along. You should have just said yes. You should not have been hoping for something that you knew was out of reach.

You sat on your hotel bed when you heard a knock on your door. When you swung it open, Hyunjin and Seungmin stood there with an armful of chocolates and identical, all to familiar expressions on their face. Pity.

"Don't have a love life of your own so you came to interfere in mine?" You asked dryly, beckoning them inside. Out of everyone, only Hyunjin and Seungmin knew about your crush on Jisung.

You stood in the kitchen silently, swallowing the lump in your throat. Jisung was in the other room talking about this really pretty and amazing new transfer in their music production course. With every word of praise he spoke about her, another piece of your heart broke apart.

When you couldn't bear to listen to anymore of the incredible things that the enigmatic 'new year girl' had done anymore, you retreated into Felix's brightly lit kitchen. You opted to find solace in the soda that bubbled in your red Solo cup and the smell of brownies that somehow still lingered despite being taken out (and subsequently consumed) over an hour ago.

Hyunjin and Seungmin were walking into the kitchen when they spotted you. Hyunjin, ever the empath, knew that something was up with you. He attempted to talk to you about it, but you kept shutting him down. Seungmin, who was the most like you in the entire group, knew you needed time and lightly rested his fingers on Hyunjin's arm.

"You can stay," you said, your voice breaking in between. The three of you just stood there, the only sound being muffled chatter and the occasional sip of soda in your case and beer in theirs. Seungmin must have given Hyunjin a signal of affirmation when he turned to you, mouth opened as if to ask you a question.

He was walking on figurative eggshells when he asked you hesitantly, "You like him, don't you?"

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and that was all it took for the two boys to quietly slip out of the apartment with you, grab ice cream and listen to your pathetic dilemma. Vowing to help you if you could keep Minho from yelling at them about the cat toy they had happened to lose, the three of you formed an extremely unlikely yet strong friendship, built on the very foundations of your pathetic unrequited love.

Hyunjin laid back on your bed and you settled to sit down beside him. He wordlessly handed you the chocolate, waiting for you to open it as Seungmin opted to sit down on the armchair across from the bed. Oddly enough, you had grown extremely close to the two of them after the conversation you had in the kitchen six months ago. Apart from Jisung and your roommate Reina, they were the people you were closest to.

Seungmin scoffed, "If you had a love life, we wouldn't be here in the first place."

You swore at him and threw the wrapping paper towards him. Hyunjin turned and attempted to giggle into the bedsheet undetected but earned a light slap from you in response. You slouched beside Hyunjin with a sigh, handing him block of chocolate, "Jisung told you, didn't he?"

"Yep," said Hyunjin loudly, chewing his chocolate. Seungmin pulled a face at him as you snapped a finger in the air to get their attention.

"Okay, so?"

Seungmin's eyes turned towards you. "He was horrified thinking that he had overstepped his boundaries blah blah blah, can't lose your friendship, ya da da," he said in a bored tone, "Please tell him you're in love with him. It will spare us all the pain."

You glared at him. "What if he- Hyunjin! Don't eat all of it!"

"I got you another," he said between mouthfuls, "and listen up. You know how we're your go to relationship venting people right? Well, turns out Minho hyung and Changbin hyung have taken up those responsibilities on Jisung's end. We met them up on the way here and, well, you both need to talk to each other."

Hyunjin finished triumphantly and reached for a bag of chips that lay innocently on the bedside, unaware of the fate that was about to befall them at the hands of a certain Hwang Hyunjin. Seungmin just pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Look. Talk to him at that restaurant we'll be going to tonight, okay? You'll be all dressed up and maybe that'll help your cause considering how you look like a homeless person half the time."

You threw him a pillow and grateful smile in response.

"Can we talk?" asked Jisung as he stood near the chair next to you. Hyunjin shot you an encouraging thumbs up while Seungmin raised his glass of soju at you, a remind that you weren't allowed to drink yourself senseless (as worded by Seungmin himself), until you had a proper and sober conversation with Jisung about your feelings. You motioned for him to sit down on the chair beside you and Jisung followed suit.

The two of you sat in silence, and for the first time, it was heartbreakingly awkward. Silence with Jisung was never supposed to be like that. It wasn't supposed to be heavy. It was supposed to be a moment when you could just sit quietly and collect your thoughts. It was a moment when you would need a break from life, put the entire ordeal of existence on pause, and not have to explain why. It was a gift only Jisung could bestow upon you, and a curse only he could understand as well as.

"I have something to say as well. I'm sorry for running off like that," you say apologetically, in an attempt to break the silence. Jisung wordlessly hands you over a piece of what looks like green paper. It's a ring. A paper ring. It matches the pink one on his finger that he fiddles with unconsciously. You resist the overwhelming urge to place your hand on top of his and lace your fingers together.

"Oh. Is that all?"

"No- um, actually," you begin and then falter. Jisung looks at you intently, eyes prodding. It was almost as if was waiting for you to say something. His piercing gaze retreats and his expression transforms into one of defeat. He opens his mouth slightly to say something, which you do as well.

You take a deep breath, ready to deliver a confession that would rival that of the likes of a 16th century lovestruck noble, born from the pages of a Shakespearian play when you both blurt out at the same time, "I like you."

Jisung continued rambling, "I didn't know how to tell you. You're so smart and funny and beautiful and amazing that I thought you would never like me that way. I pretended to like other people so that you feel jealous, because, apparently according to Changbin hyung and Minho hyung, that is extremely effective. I should have known not to take advice from a man who literally calls his treadmill his wife and a cat mother. But I was desperate. And I didn't know and-"

"Jisung," you laughed, giving him a small shake, "I like you."

"Wait," Jisung's eyes widened as he stumbled over his words, "For real?"

You shake your head up and down, still processing everything. Jisung liked you. You. You, who were quick to snap at people when they hurt someone you loved. You, who waited and pushed until after a deadline. You, who either loved passionately or not at all.

Being loved by him was all you ever wanted, but how could he love someone as tangled up of a mess as you?

Jisung gave you a knowing look. He took you hands in his when he said, "I meant it all. The proposal. I don't know the meaning of eternity but, you give me a reason to look for it. If I look for the meaning of eternity then I have an excuse, an explanation as to why I should spend the rest of my life with you."

You looked at him, unshed drops of water reflecting in his eyes. Oh, those eyes you fondly called 'bob-shaped', those eyes that you could drown in.

"Jisung," you asked softly, "Is this the part where we kiss?"

Jisung rested his forehead on yours and gave a low chuckle, "I'm supposed to to be the idiot in this relationship, not you."

He pressed his lips onto yours and your reciprocated, ignoring all the cheering and hooting coming from the other side of the room. This moment belonged to the two of you. There was nobody you would rather give your heart too than your best friend Han Jisung, and there was nobody whose heart Jisung would rather have fit in his palm than yours.

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roman-cates · 9 months

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"I know it was stupid… I won't try it again…"

That sounds genuine. Bryce gives up trying to keep cool and collected as his breath hitches in his throat, and he reaches out, not sure what he's going to do. Some part of him needs to hold the young man collapsing in front of him.

"No, Roman, that's not what I--" It's possible the tears can be heard in his voice, and he cuts himself off. With an effort he stops his hand and pulls it back. Takes a deep breath. Closes his eyes for a moment and centers himself. Deliberately takes both of his hands and folds them under his own chin, physically holding himself back.

"Okay. You blacked out, and then what?" It's absurd to be proud that his voice is steady; this is hardly the highest stakes or tensest situation he's acted calm in.

Roman doesn't know how to interpret the emotions he sees Bryce having. He knows they aren't what they look like, but he can't tell what they really are.

He was really hoping not to continue talking about what happened, too...

"We-well... when... when I woke up, I was handcuffed and laying on my stomach... I was... in a field... There were two men there. The shorter one ste-stepped on my head... They asked me some questions... I didn't answer right away because I was re-really confused and disoriented. S-so the taller one kicked me... And then they put me in the back of a truck and took me to another house." Roman's story starts moving more quickly as he just tries to say all of it so he can be done talking about it.

"They brought me inside— t-to a room just like the one across the hall— and they put me inside a cell. And then they started asking a lot more questions. I tried to answer them— I was scared— th-the taller one got out a bunch of knives and a sledgehammer from a cabinet and... w-well I think I know what would have happened if I didn't answer... a-although I'm not sure what actually happened was better...

"I said something about J ha-having kidnapped me— and the taller one got re-really upset. He st... he started yelling about how I was wo-working for J and yelling about J having killed someone— and that's when he started cutting my a-arm... And... h-he stopped. I-I don't know why. I was... kind of distracted by pain...

"I know... the shorter one took the knife after that and he put it right here—" Roman touches the cut on his cheek lightly. "And I said something about this house and he got scared and cut me... I th-think it was a bit of an accident. And they kept asking about the crutches over and over again and... a-and... I don't know... the tall one said something about keeping me from escaping and then smashed my ankle with the sledgehammer... and then they left...

"A-and then you called them I think... and I didn't see them for a while after that... Then that other guy came in— Ky... Kyle..?— and he stitched up my arm and di... did some stuff with my ankle... And he left to go get something...

"After he left, the tall guy from before came back... I..." Roman hesitates briefly. "I don't really remember anything after that..."

#whump #whump roleplay #whumpee #roleplay #whump rp #rp #roman cates #whumplr reader

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Abandonment Issues

I have this need to compile all known things likely to contribute to my abandonment issues because I don't know if I'll ever get help with them. The things that contribute mostly involve things that have happened to me, and I will be adding examples of situations that cause them to kick in.

Because I know this will be a rather long post, I'll have a page-breaker.

First is a list of a timeline of significant events that contributed to the development of my abandonment issues:

The earliest would be when my dad took my brother and me grocery shopping at Kroger, and when we got to the check-out, he realized he forgot the money. He then proceeded to, after gaining permission, left not only the cart full of groceries at the front desk, but also left me and my brother with the groceries, with my brother still barely out of toddlerhood (if not still a toddler) so he could drive a HALF AN HOUR HOME to get the money, then come back. (I revealed this to mom a month or 2 ago and apparently she didn't know about this and was pissed while my dad grinned innocently.)

Each time there was a group of friends at the house of whom I thought was a friend, all activities were chosen knowing I knew little of how to participate, or it was something I wasn't interested in. (She didn't wanna be my friend anymore, even explicitly telling me this, but I just wasn't getting it for some reason.)

After my older cousins became a certain age, they wanted littler to do with me, and my younger cousins I couldn't relate to.

My parents hardly spent much time with me unless it was something they wanted to do instead of nurturing any of my interests beyond birthday and xmas gifts.

I wasn't included much in activities at family gatherings (and as I got older, nobody wanted to talk to me beyond a greeting and would suddenly ignore me).

Despite being the only French Horn player in middle school, I frequently did not get my sheet music and would have to ask. A lot. And sometimes, I still didn't get the sheet music and had to improvise.

7th grade, we went to Louisville, KY (a RIDICULOUSLY LONG CAR RIDE from Ohio due to so many traffic jams thanks to several accidents on the highway), and I was largely ignored.

When I switched to mellophone in high school for marching band, my band director seemed to have forgotten to assign me spots for drills a few times... despite being the only one playing that instrument.

A science class my sophomore or junior year, the teacher said we could work with only one other person on an in-class assignment. The class was an uneven number. My 2 friends in that class worked together. I was by myself. I had points taken off because I didn't work with anyone. Because I couldn't.

Any bullies I've had, I got no help, with being told by teachers and authorities that there's nothing they could do except punish me in some way for being in the fight at all (while the bullies never got in trouble), or my parents telling me there's nothing they can do and to just stop making myself a target.

Anytime I needed help in class, the teacher wouldn't actually help, just repeat what they've said, and when I say that I still don't understand it, I'm told, "Then I don't know how to help you," and proceeded to ignore my pleas for help in class.

Extended family only ask about me through my parents, and never try to contact me, so I'm just a blip within smalltalk for them.

Nobody taught me how to care for myself, so when I got into college, I was a train wreck, but figured some stuff out quickly despite entering back Autistic burnout and having meltdowns and breakdowns.

Our whole dorm (6 roommates in total including myself) in the first room I stayed in all went grocery shopping, with a couple of roommates having friends come along. I had a collapsible shopping cart to haul groceries with, so when we were on our way back in the middle of the night when it was snowing and freezing, everybody walked almost half a block ahead of me, talking and laughing. I was left alone, struggling to pull the heavy cart over the uneven sidewalks by myself. No one checked to see how I was doing or if I needed help. They didn't seem to notice until they realized they got to the dorm building way before I did. When I got there, they asked me what took me so long. I said it's a heavy cart and nobody was helping. One of them tugged the cart a bit, acknowledged that it was heavy, and then they all continued to ignore me again.

2nd dorm room, I went with 2 roommates out of town to get supplies to make my first (and so far, only) partial fursuit. Everything was fine and when it came time to take the bus home, I was reading the wrong schedule (I didn't realize the bus schedule was updated) so no buses ran into downtown, only as far as a particular neighborhood. I offered to have my dad come give us a ride, but they refused, with my closest roommate being royally pissed. My dad would've been there just in time, but they weren't convinced. The drive my dad would've taken would've been an hour and 45 minutes. When we walked, it took us 4 hours to get back to the dorm. They walked 2 or 3 blocks ahead of me, and I had my cellphone out to avoid feeling alone. My parents couldn't stay on for very long for reasons I can't remember. I got onto the phone with my then-boyfriend (now-husband) and he could only be on the phone until he had to go to bed because it was very late and his stepdad wanted him off the phone. By the time we got back to the dorms, my roommate was fine and said she was over it already.

I had to go to the emergency room at my first job at some point and a co-worker took me there, but he had to get back to work. When I was in a room finally, I wasn't seen for 8 hours because they didn't put any indicator on the door that someone was in there, so they didn't even know I was in there until they were looking for another bed for another patient.

When my brother died, mom paid attention to other people's kids, and I stopped existing to her for the longest time. She still barely listens to me when I try to socialize with her despite living with her (unless I say something she doesn't like hearing). My dad hardly paid any attention to me, too, and when I try to socialize, I'm suddenly "talking too much."

Ever since we moved in with my parents due to bedbugs and financial reasons, I've hardly had any friends keep in much contact with me after the first few years.

There are likely others. Now here are situations where my abandonment issues kick in:

My husband wanting to hang out with some friends or one of his siblings; I'll fear he's doing this to get away from me.

My parents ignoring me when I try to socialize.

Unable to keep any convo going with friends online, making me fear they either don't want to talk to me and find me annoying, or they don't want to make time because they think I'm annoying.

Extended family not being in contact with me.

I can't watch Jurassic World 2 because that brachiosaurus being left behind to suffer in the lava hit me personally and I relate with that CGI dino far too much to ever watch that movie again.

The counselor I was trying to see for said abandonment issues ignore any and all concerns I originally went there for and debunked everything I experienced by claiming it's me being anorexic because of my BMI (when in actuality, I have health issues and even stated that I'm seeing doctors for it). She also completely ignored the fact that I'm eating food, but my metabolism is too high. She also offered to have my husband come in on a session, and I agreed, and when it was obvious he took my side, he stopped existing to her.

The dietitian I was seeing ignored the fact that I kept saying endometriosis can royally fuck with the digestive system, she even told me she doesn't understand how it can affect that, and proceeded to beg me to eat as if I don't eat or I'm refusing to eat much. So because of her and the counselor, I feel like I'm not allowed help all because of the stupid BMI.

I see people come out in the LGBTQ community and witness them (many of whom I know) get not just enthusiastic support, but they talk about it. I come out as a demiwoman or greysexual, and it's "oh, that's nice ^^" and that's it... It's like nobody wants to talk to me.

These abandonment issues make me feel like I don't exist, that I'm either a ghost somehow communicating somewhat with the living, or that I'm watching television and I'm so immersed that I'm trying to communicate with the characters expecting them to talk back.

But when I finally do exist, it's mostly when someone has a problem with me. I'm suddenly "too much" or "difficult to live with" (as an old roommate put it). The only support I've ever had is my husband, who does his best, and I love him for it, but it's not easy. I need professional help, but because my BMI, a number that's based on assumptions and bullshit, is far more important than my actual fucking struggles, I don't feel I'm allowed any help whatsoever.

I'm gonna do some searching for another counselor or therapist that will take my insurance and see about hopefully booking an appointment during the warmer weather.

It's stuff like this as to why I can't see myself do much actively for whatever community I become a part of. I can only do passive things like help move information along or maybe grow food. And I'm so out of practice when it comes to socializing that I fear making friends IRL might be impossible at this point. I don't even think the friends I still sort of keep in touch with online would be able to handle being around me IRL. Right now, I'm just trying to help keep my sanity functioning.

#personal #some venting #abandonment issues #might refer to this to create an updated list if I get a new counselor or therapist

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Kylian and reader where she has a car crash? I love your fluff but I need something that can make me cry 😫😫😫😫

This is pure ANGST i’m sorry😫

I don’t know if i’ll make part 2

One more chance

Kylian’s P.O.V.

Last 5 minutes before the match ended and I just scored my second goal of the night. Unfortunately my girlfriend couldn’t be here tonight to celebrate with me. She was at his aunt birthday party and we both know that family is more important than everything. Plus she hasn’t seen her aunt since she moved here in Paris with me so when she asked me if she could miss my game to see her family I couldn’t tell her no, she was so excited to see them again.

I was celebrating our PSG victory with my teammates in the changing room when I received the call I wish I never received.

“Hello, this is Kylian” I answered the moment my phone rang. It was an unknown number but something told me I should answer.

“Good evening, this is nurse Marie from Saint-Louis hospital” when she said that she was calling from the hospital my heart missed a beat “you are the first emergency contact on miss y/n l/n phone, we are contacting you to let you know that y/n had a car accident and she is currently in our care”.

My phone dropped from my hand.

I couldn’t breathe.

“Kylian?” Neymar called me and everyone in the changing room looked at me.

I couldn’t speak.

I heard the nurse from the hospital keep calling my name but I felt going numb. I couldn’t do anything.

“Ky? What’s going on?” I heard Hakimi asking me.

“Y/n…she…y/n” I kept saying but I couldn’t form a sentence.

Neymar took my phone and spoke with the nurse but I couldn’t heard anything.

“She had an accident” Ney said while speaking with the nurse “she is in a critical state” he said kneeling in front of me.

I couldn’t breathe.

“Kylian look at me” Neymar said grabbing my shoulders “try to copy me” and I started coping is breathing.

“I need to go…to…she needs me” I say trying to be calmer.

“It’s okay we’re coming with you” Hakimi said and Neymar agreed with him.

They took me to the hospital, Hakimi driving at inhuman speed.

When we got there I ran to the front desk asking for information. They told me she was still being taken care of and that I couldn’t see her now so I had to wait.

But I couldn’t wait.

I needed to hold her.

The nurse took us into the ward she was hospitalised and made us wait in the waiting area.

Ten minutes later I saw one of the doctors that was in y/n room coming out from the door.

He saw us and came towards us.

“What happened?” I asked with a shaky voice.

“A drunk man didn’t stop at the sign and went full speed into y/n’s car” he said calmly “we’re still medicating her, she’s in a serious state right now. She has a broken leg, a few broken ribs, a concussion…” he paused and I knew there was more “…she has lost a lot of blood from her head and her right lung is injured…at the moment she can’t breathe on her own…I’ll let you know if something changes” he said but I stopped before he could go.

“Can I see her?” I say almost crying.

I didn’t want to cry. Not in front of my friends. I’ve always strong in front of everyone, I didn’t want to show my emotions but this time I couldn’t hold it.

“I’m afraid not…she still being medicated. I’ll let you know when you can see her” he said going back to her room.

I sat down on one of the bench that was in the waiting area and I started crying. I didn’t care if other people saw me. Neymar sat next to me while Hakimi knelt down in front of me. Both of them trying to calm me down.

“It’s going to be okay” Neymar said trying to be positive “she’s strong, you know her”

“I can’t lose her…I can’t…I needed to be there with her but I wasn’t!”

“Ky calm down please” Hakimi said putting his hands on my shoulders.

“I can’t…I just…what if she doesn’t make it? I just…I can’t lose her, I don’t want to lose her” I said fully on tears right now.

Neymar and Achraf didn’t care if I was crying. They stayed next to me.

The team asked Neymar for news but truth was we didn’t know anything.

After a couple of hours Neymar had to go home to his kid so I was waiting with Hakimi.

4 hours.

It took the doctors and the nurses 4 hours to exit y/n’s room.

The doctor came up to me telling me that I could visit her.

Just me.

In the meantime Hakimi called her family and my family telling them what happed.

The moment I got into her room everything stopped.

She was laying there with her face and arms covered in bruises with a machine helping her breathe.

I sat next to her and I took her fragile and small hand into mine.

“Come back to me” I said while kissing her hand “please…wake up” I continued kissing her hand “I want to see your beautiful eyes again, please open your eyes babe” I said knowing she couldn’t hear me.

I stayed there just holding her hand and whispering soft words for about three hours when Hakimi knocked on the door letting me know that our families were here but I couldn’t go out. I couldn’t see her family. I promised them I would have always protect her and now she’s here because I wasn’t with her. I was being a coward but I couldn’t face them. She’s their only child, I can’t imagine what they’re going through.

I stayed in her room.

For hours.

Hours became days and days became weeks and she still didn’t wake up.

Everyone knew that happened. The whole world knew what happened.

Fans became suspicious when I missed three games in a row. I knew I couldn’t miss more games and that the team needed me so I took all of my anger out in the field helping the team winning every single match.

Before and after practice I would visit her. Everytime after a match. Every night instead of sleeping in our bed I slept on the couch next to her bed hoping that someday she would wake up.

She was in a coma. As the doctors said.

They don’t know when she will wake up. Or if she will wake up.

It’s been a month now.

The police found the man who caused the accident and put him in jail but honestly I wish he was dead.

Everytime I open Insta I see people posting about us and it makes me cry even harder.

Y/n is a good soul. People love her. My fans love her. She didn’t deserve this.

Like every morning I go into her room and I stay with her for an hour before going to training.

Like every morning I sit next to her and I hold her hand.

“Mon amour…I know you can’t hear me…but I need you to wake up please…” I say kissing her forehead. My tears wetting her face.

“I need you sweetheart…I need you back home with me…it doesn’t even feel like home without you. I miss your laugh and your bad jokes” I say trying to light up the mood a little bit “I miss your terrible cooking, I miss everytime you sings your american songs, I miss waking up next to you and hugging you, I miss doing your hair in the morning when you’re too tired to do it by yourself…I-I miss your kisses and your hugs and the feel of your body under mine…I just can’t think of what I would do if you’ll never wake up…I miss you, come back to me please” I say now fully crying.

It was time for me to leave so, like every morning I left hoping to see her awake when I come back.

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RESTLESS ~ Post-Death Kyle Spencer

Kyle just can't seem to get to sleep.

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

WARNINGS- smut, hand job, vibrators, overstimulation

WORDS- 2K

Would he stop moving? You thought as Kyle tossed and turned next to you, yanking the blanket off you for the third time. Kyle was always a restless sleeper, but it never bothered you much before. It was usually just little things, him accidentally kicking your leg or pushing his pillow off the bed. If it was a particularly dreadful night for Kyle, you could just hold him in your arms and let him fall asleep as you run your fingers through his hair. But tonight was different. Every five minutes, he would role over or reposition himself. He was even too restless to lul to sleep. He would squirm out of your arms and bury his head in his pillow. What was up with him? You turned to face the wall, tugging the blanket back from Kyle. You closed your eyes, trying to fall back asleep. You were just about to slip into a night of blissful sleep when you heard faint whimpering coming from next to you. You quickly turned over to face Kyle. He was lying stomach down on the mattress, with his face smashed into the pillow. You put a soft hand on his shoulder as you heard more muffled whimpering coming from the boy.

"Ky?" You asked, your voice thick with sleep. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" He answered with another cry, shaking his head no. You rubbed circles on his back, leaning your head down near his. "Kyle, can you look at me? Come on, turn around." He slowly turned his head to face you, the rest of his body still pressed against the mattress. He looked up at you with his sleepy eyes and flushed cheeks. You laid back down next to him, running your fingers through his hair. "Kyle, what's going on with you? You've been restless all night. Is there something wrong?" You asked, brushing the hair out of his face. His face went red, and he hid in the pillow again. "Kyle, you know you can talk to me about anything. I want to help, but you're making it a little difficult right now." He stayed hidden, so you gently pulled him into a sitting position, so you two were facing each other. "Okay, you're going to tell me what's wrong, Kyle. Or at least tell me what I can do to get you to sleep." You said, gently taking his hands in yours. He looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Come on, Ky, you need sleep." You said, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his middle. Pulling him in so you're head was resting on his chest. You felt his arms snake around your neck. You sighed, closing your eyes, leaning into his touch. Upon opening your eyes, your cheeks turned bright red, and an involuntary giggle escaped you at the bulge in Kyle's boxer shorts. "Hey -um- Kyle, is this why you're so restless?" You asked, lifting your head off his chest to look him in his eyes. He avoided eye contact, quickly pulling away from your touch and grabbing his pillow to hide his hard-on. "Aw, it's okay, honey." You whispered, leaning in to kiss him on the forehead.

"I-I'm sorry... I just-" He stammered. "It won't go a-away...." You look up at his desperate face, his cheeks bright red and his eyes glossy. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, wrapping around to tilt his head, so he was looking at you.

"it's okay, Kyle, Honey." You said, gently running your finger over the scar under his eye. "You don't have to feel bad; it's natural." He had a vice grip on the pillow over his crotch. You gently place your hands over his, urging him to loosen up. "Why didn't you... just.... you know, take care of it before we laid down to go to sleep?" You asked, hoping he would understand what you were insinuating.

Despite your romantic relationship with him, you had no problem with him taking care of issues like this on his own. Even though it had been almost three years since his accident, he was still growing into his new body. It took him a while to understand his body's reaction to affection and how to be physically intimate with someone. So you were afraid that correlating his own pleasure with punishment would stunt his progress. You encouraged him to explore his body. You thought things were going really well. He was slowly but surely instigating intimate affection with you, and you were so proud of him. You knew it wasn't easy for him to open up like that.

"I-I tried," He started. "B-But I just can't... get there..." His face turned an even brighter shade of red. "I've been t-trying all day, but I-I every time I t-think I'm going to finally... release- I-It slips away from me." You frowned at the look of defeat in his eyes and slowly pulled him towards you, so his head was resting on your chest.

"Oh, my sweet boy," You said, running your fingers through his hair to calm him. "It's okay, honey. I'm going to help you, alright? Maybe you just need someone else's touch." You said, pulling away from the hug and putting your hands back on the pillow. "Is it okay if I move this?" He looked away before shyly nodding. You smiled as his hands fell to his sides. You slowly lifted the pillow off his lap, blushing at the bulge straining in his boxers. "Why don't you lay down," You said, putting a hand on his shoulder, motioning for him to lay back on the mattress. "Is it okay if I pull these down?" You asked, looping one finger under his boxers.

"Y-yes, please." He gulped, looking around nervously.

"No need to be nervous, sweetie." You whispered, running a soothing hand down his bare chest. You slowly pulled his boxers down, blushing furiously as his cock slapped his stomach. He wasn't lying, and he was desperate, very desperate. His cock was a painful shade of red, and his purple tip was already leaking a pool of precum on his stomach. "Awwww, poor boy." You whispered, slowly running your finger from his base up to his tip, gathering his precum on your finger before putting it in your mouth. He groaned as his impossibly hard erection somehow got even harder. He squirmed underneath you, trying to stop himself from involuntarily bucking his hips in a desperate attempt for stimulation. You placed two gentle hands on his hips, keeping him grounded to the mattress. "Stay still puppy, I'm going to make it go away, okay?" You whispered, biting your lip at the innocent look on his face. You had waited so long to see him like this, laid out in front of you, naked, hard, leaking, begging for you to touch him. A tingle spread inside of you as he whimpered, his cock twitching against his stomach. He hissed as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, a bead of precum dripping down his shaft. "My sensitive boy." You said, swirling your thumb around his purple cock head. He writhed under you as your thumb teased his slit. "How does that feel?" You asked, licking the precum off the pad of your thumb.

"F-Fuck, incredible." He closed his eyes, his hands gripping the bed sheets. You smiled before stroking him from his base to his tip, agonizingly slowly. He groaned, his head thrown back and his eyes closed tight.

"You like that, Ky?" You asked, using your other hand to gently massage his swollen balls. He grunted, shifting uncomfortably for a second before a strangled whimper echoed through the room. "They're tender, aren't they, baby?" You asked, giving him a sympathetic face as you continued gently massage them, still slowly stroking your hand up and down his cock. He nodded. "Poor baby. You should have told me sooner, and you wouldn't be in so much pain." A sly smile crept across your face as you suddenly squeezed his balls. He grunted and lurched up suddenly. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch in your hands before another bead of precum leaked from his slit, making your movements wet and slick around his shaft. "Sorry, baby boy, I couldn't resist." You whispered as you placed another hand on his chest, lying him down again. "Okay, no more teasing." You said, spitting on your hand before wrapping it around his throbbing shaft.

You smiled, looking into his pleading eyes before jerking him off, nice and steady. His face contorted into one of pure ecstasy as your hand traveled from his base to his tip. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip as you worked him to his release. But even then, he just couldn't get there. You smiled as he started thrusting his hips up, fucking himself into your hand. You could tell he was close by the way his legs were shaking, and his chest was rising and falling with each labored breath.

"Are you close, puppy?" You asked, bringing your free hand up to tease his nipples. He nodded through a string of moans and whimpers. You smiled, excited to see him finally cum, but also excited to get back to sleep. But no matter how fast you jerked him or how furiously he was fucking your hand, he just could not cum.

"T-This has b-been my problem al-all day." He whimpered, his eyes brimming with tears. He thrust lazily into your hand a few more times before stopping completely, tears streaming down his face. "I-It hurts..." He cried.

"Shhhh, it's okay, baby. We'll figure something out." You frowned. You hated seeing him in pain. You wanted to help him so badly, but your mind was blank. Until you suddenly got an idea. You quickly got off the bed and stuck an arm under your bed till you felt the box you were looking for. You grabbed it and promptly took the lid off, rummaging around till you found your silver bullet vibrator. "Here it is. This should help." You said, looking up at Kyle's tear-filled eyes. You got back on the bed, running your fingers through his tangled hair. "Are you ready, baby?" You asked. He nodded, having no idea what he was in for. You smirked, turning on the vibrator. You ran it along his thighs so he could get a sense of what it would feel like. You took his erection in one hand and used the other to slowly run the vibrator up and down his shaft. An involuntary moan escaped his mouth as he fisted at the sheets.

"H-H-Holy shit-" He whimpered as the vibrator met his hypersensitive tip. You smiled, rubbing soothing circles on his chest as you traced the vibrator up and down his shaft.

"How does that feel, baby boy?" You asked, wanting to make sure he was okay with the new feeling.

"F-Fucking incredible." He gulped, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut again. You took that as permission to keep going, and you didn't want to waste any more time teasing him. The poor boy was in such a needy state; he had been teased enough for one day. You didn't waste any time, quickly pressing the vibrator to his crying cock head. He moaned so loud you were afraid the people in the next room could hear him.

"Shhhhh, baby. You gotta keep it down. It's the middle of the night." You soothed, taking the rest of his cock in our hand as you pressed the vibrator even harder into his tip. He groaned, quickly taking the corner of his blanket into his mouth to quiet his sounds. You slowly jerked him as the bullet sent intense vibrations down his cock. Kyle's legs were shaking, even more, this time, and his knuckles were white gripping onto the sheets. "Almost there, baby, just a little bit longer." You said as more and more precum leaked from his overstimulated tip. You knew he was riding the edge of his orgasm as he began involuntarily bucking his hips to put more pressure on his tip. "Good boy, what a good boy for me," You praised as Kyle hit his peak, a chorus of moans and whimpers echoing through the room, ropes of cum shooting from his cock. Painting his stomach in his own sticky mess. You turned off the vibrator as he started to squirm and cry from the overstimulation and slowly pumped the extra dribbles of cum from his tip. "What a good boy," You whispered as you ran your fingers through his sweat-slicked hair. "Do you feel better, puppy?" You asked, running a finger across his softening cock.

"Y-Yes. Holy s-shit." He stuttered, still trying to catch his breath. You smiled, carefully pulling his boxers back over his overstimulated cock. You grabbed a few tissues from the box on your bedside table and cleaned the cum off of his stomach. You looked up into his tired eyes, seeing him fighting to stay awake.

"Are you tired, baby boy?" You asked, lying down next to him, your fingers drawing lazy patterns on his chest. He nodded, allowing his eyes to close as he turned to face you. You smiled, wrapping your arms around him and letting him fall asleep with his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair and rubbed circles on his back until he fell fast to sleep. You took a second to admire him. He was so cute when he slept. But not as pretty as he looked covered in his own cum.

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Reader- 27 (Part 3/Finale)

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Alright you weenies, here’s the last part of 27....

I realized I’ve also made an error, I forgot that they already killed her other boyfriend, so let’s say the ex they killed in the previous chapter was a different ex.

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Today was the day and you were excited.

Vengeance, the cherry on top, the final piece of this damned puzzle. You had snapped. You were completely bloodthirsty now and you WISHED someone would try to stop you. You had come a long way. A VERY long way. It was safe to say both Billy and Stu rubbed off on you a tremendous amount and you were absolutely fucking ready!

It didn’t help that you had two killers hyping you up to all hell. From Billy whispering how many hours were left in the day to Stu commenting about how hot he’d think it would be to have sex in a pool of blood.

When it came time to leave, the boys offered to walk you home.

“So who you gonna get first?” Billy held your hand as Stu stood your opposite side with an arm around your shoulder.

“Definitely the old man.” you declared. “I want to watch the life leave his eyes. He’s the reason behind all this.”

“How so?” Stu asked.

“He’s convinced I’m not really his child, he’s been trying to get me out of that house since I turned 12...” the guys noticed your significant mood change. “Nevermind that.” you shook your head. “My mom can fuck off with the rest of them, her and her can-do-no-wrong, perfect home bullshit.” you seethed. “I’ll explain while everything’s going down.”

...

“I’m home...if anyone gives a shit.” you grumbled the last part. You walked in to see your mother and father along with Hannah’s mother and father. They were all sitting at the table. Hannah’s mom and dad were bawling their yes out while your parents comforted them.

“Y/N...I’m glad your here.” you father spoke up. “We were talking about funeral arrangements.”

“For the daughter you wish you had instead of me? Not interested.” you rolled your eyes. “If you need me, I’ll be doing homework. Parentals, friends. Friends parentals.” you shortly introduced Billy and Stu to your folks.

“Nice to meet you.” Billy managed to express. Stu put on a fake smile and waved.

“Keep your door open so we can hear you!”

“Why would I close the door? You guys would just kick it open anyways.” you grunted.

You had no reason to be cordial with your family anymore, just because they wanted to put on a show for your guests, you’d give them a damn show.

“Y/N don’t talk to your mother like that.”

“Then I’ll talk to Hannah’s family.” you turned to the two mortified adults.

You could see Billy and Stu out of the corner of your eyes, both looking like they were about to burst out laughing.

“Y/N we have nothing against you.” Hannah’s mom wept. “We knew Hannah could be a bit much.”

“Hannah was much? Oh No Mrs. Doyle. Your husband screwing around with your teenage secretary was much.” you crossed your arms. “Your daughter was a fucking nightmare and I’m glad no one has to put up with her shit anymore.”

You wanted to see just how far you could take this before your parents exploded.

“Y/N L/N!” Your father rose from his seat, ready to storm over.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Stu was first to stand in front of you. “Mr. L/N with all due respect, I’d advise you against that.”

“And just who do you think you are?”

“The man whose about to be responsible for your funeral if you take another step.” Billy stood next to Stu, the both of them making a human wall, separating you from them. “Geez Y/N you weren’t kidding.”

“You should see our security camera footage.” you scoffed.

“Well this has been a lovely chat but we really must be going.” Mrs. Doyle stood to her feet.

“Oh nononono~” Billy sang with conviction. “Sit your asses down...let’s play a little game.” (I know Saw hadn’t been made yet, just go with it.)

...

Watching back the camera footage hurt a lot more than you thought it would. You couldn’t imagine how everyone else was feeling. Both of Hannah’s parents were tied up with blindfolds over their eyes. Stu had knocked out your dad and tied him to the table while Billy handled your mom, duct-taping her hands and wrists to a chair...

“Look at that. An innocent little girl...” Billy shook his head as he listed to your parents berate you to your face. You blocked everything out while you watched. How Hannah and her would smile in your face all the while being your biggest tormentors. How you couldn’t tell your mother or father because they never believed you the first ten times you tried.

It was all crashing down on you now.

There was an eerie silence as your crying voice filled your own ears. You were used to crying yourself to sleep by that time. All of this happening a little before you met the boys.

“Y/N, whatever you have to tell us, we don’t have to involve them.” your mother sobbed.

“Mommy....you’re crying.” your voice broke as you opened your mouth to speak for the first time in a couple of hours. “But what about when I was crying?....What about when I was in the hospital scared for my life? What about when you guys were threatening to ship me across country....” much like you did with Hannah, you kicked the chair sending your mother falling back.

“And you.” you turned towards your dad. “I know you don’t believe I’m your biological daughter...and guess what...I hope I’m not either.” you growled, staring down at the now cowering man. “You are pathetic...both of you.” you turned back towards the TV screen. A video of you in your bedroom (since your parents didn’t believe in privacy) was playing. You were on the phone with your friend Kyla.

“No, no I know Ky.” you laughed. You had a much different laugh than you do now. “...I don’t know, it’s hard to trust cute faces like theirs.”

Your eyes widened as you listened to what you were saying. Before you could go to turn it off, Stu had taken you in a hug. “Oh no princess, don’t be rude...let the video play!”

“Do I like them?....Maybe...okay totally!” you watched yourself squeal as you threw the pillow you were hugging across the room. “Kyla I wish you were here to see them THEY ARE SO-” you covered your mouth to stop from shouting too loud. “They are so cute and so hot and they wanna be seen with me!...of all people! No I’m not gonna make a move on them.”

“Awww Y/N has a crushy wushy on us!” Stu gushed. “We love you too baby!” Stu abruptly kissed you, right there. You almost forgot Billy was standing there.

“Woah...” you almost lost balance.

“Young lady! How dare you-” You father tried to said.

“Oh shut up!” Stu took it upon himself to finish the job.

(OKAY SHEILD YOUR EYES NOW)

Stu wrapped a hand around your dad’s neck and applied pressure, so much to the point where his face went blue within a mere 5 seconds. Stu laughed maniacally, only seeming to tighten his grip while Billy continued to antagonize your mother, laughing in her face while she watched the horror happen with her husband.

“Y/N...why?” your dad choked as he struggled.

“Why not...and while we’re here.” you shrugged. “I killed Hannah.”

“WHAT?”

You almost forgot Hannah’s parents were in the room, listening to everything go down.

“Oh yeah.” you shrugged. “Bitch had it coming...the better question is what should I do to you two.” you crossed your arms as you thought.

...(Time skip)

“Pretty isn’t it.” You gazed up at the stars.

“Not as pretty as you.” Billy flirted, using his sleep to wipe your face. As you all sat on the front steps of your porch, ambulances and cop cars lined up the street for many blocked.

“I agree.” Stu wrapped an arm around you waist. “Be honest, how do you feel?”

“I feel free.” you replied, letting out a large sigh. The cops had just finished questioning you. Your story was clear. Your dad lunged at your mom first and Hannah’s parents saw too much...then he accidently tripped and hung himself. Perfect crime. Billy and Stu were walking by when they heard your cries for help and they hopped in.

As to how you three managed to escape unscathed, they got you out of there in time just as he was hanging himself. As for the tapes playing on the T.V...they were watching old videos to find something to ground you for. (Something they usually did anyways.)

“Good.”

“I just don’t know where I’m gonna live now. My aunt lives the next city over and that’s a long drive.”

“Hm...just gonna have to live with us now!” Stu shrugged, we’ll all be like a married couple!

“All...as in-”

“Yes, the three of us.” Billy grabbed your attention. “Lucky you, eh?” He pecked your lips when the officers wasn’t looking just as Stu planted a smooch on the back of your head.

“Young lady.” the officer walked up to you three. “You’re lucky to have escaped them, that psychopath stabbed your mother 27 times...who does that?!”

You paused before you gave your answer. “I guess he was just fed up, officer.”

Stu tried hard to contain his laughter while Billy coughed into his hand, you all knowingly shared a look.

Yes...fed up indeed.

(So...I guess this slasher stuff might be a regular thing...I kinda like it)

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