#So I told the universe to fuck off and hid from my responsibilities

[theearlgreymage]

I AM READY FOR SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY FOR ONCE!!

I may have taken some mental health days this week and spent all of my free time writing.

Worked a lot on May Their Blood Boil -- I have officially finished the first arc of this beast of a fic!! It's sitting just shy of 80k (and now I have to edit it and I do not want to in the slightest.)

And a bunch of silly little one-shots. So I actually have WORDS for everyone today.

6 Sentence Excerpt from Chapter XXII of May Their Blood Boil

It didn’t work last time.  When I took the [redacted] down to the heart of Eldia - nothing happened.  It should have bound him to the palace. Tied him to the land. Let the soil feed off of [redacted] until it was sated.  But it didn’t work. 

6 Paragraph Excerpt from Untitled Reincarnation One-Shot

Things weren’t perfect. Levi still found himself suspended on occasion, mostly for fighting or being disrespectful to his teachers. But he got away with more than he should have as everyone in the school quickly learned that Levi would do anything for Erwin.  Most of his fights were over Erwin.  Smacking someone’s lunch tray out of their hand for calling Erwin a teacher’s pet. Kicking someone in the back of their knees for insinuating that Erwin was a nerd. Pushing someone against the chain link fence behind the school for stealing Erwin’s notebook.  It didn’t take long for Levi to gain a reputation as Erwin’s guard dog.  Erwin, meanwhile, was more discrete in his defense of Levi. Pinning a boy against the stall of the restroom and threatening him with a cold voice for spreading rumors about Levi. Quietly telling a teacher that someone who had tried to steal Levi’s jacket in gym that they were cheating on a test. Tripping someone and sending them flying down the stairs for insulting Levi while being sure to leave no witnesses.  By the end of Levi’s first year at Trost Middle School, the duo had a reputation for being an inseparable pair that shouldn’t be trifled with. 

6 Sentence Excerpt from Untitled PWP One-Shot that I fully blame @ic3-que3n for

Grabbing at the lapels of Erwin’s canvas jacket, Levi’s words are slurred as he tries to find feeling in his mouth. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some kid.”  Erwin spins them suddenly, pinning Levi against the edge of his desk with a tone that’s meant to be playful. “Then don’t act like one, boy.”  The tremble of pleasure that causes catches Levi entirely off guard. Never having thought about, considered even, the prospect of Erwin talking to him in such a way. 

However Many Words I Fucking Feel Like Excerpt from Untitled Client & Secretary One-Shot

My phone vibrates in my pocket. Three concise buzzes that tell me that it’s from the dark little app that I indulge in late at night.  Normally, I wouldn’t check it during the work day.  He’s too much of a distraction. But I need a distraction right now. And I did tell him to tell me about his job interview - which was … today.  No.  Pulling my phone from my pocket, I see the 1 Unread Message from Levi across the top of my screen.  It couldn’t be.  Pressing my thumb on the sensor to unlock my phone, I tap on the message notification.  Levi [3:42PM] : You said you wanted to hear how my interview went. I got the job on the spot.  It’s just a coincidence.   I type out my reply as I walk back to my desk. Not wanting to ignore the man that has captivated my every thought outside of work.  The Commander [3:43PM] : That’s wonderful news!  This could be terrible news.  Grabbing the folder that Hange left for me, I throw it open. Scanning the top of the page for the name of my new secretary.   Levi Ackerman.  Fuck. 

Hello's to all my online friends who I am terrible at staying in contact with below the cut.

And apologies for still being on my AOT bullshit. I swear I have outlines for CO fics. Swear. Promise. I'm just chasing the dopamine and serotonin lately.

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#six sentence sunday #six paragraph sunday #however many words I want sunday #The universe won't let me rest #So I told the universe to fuck off and hid from my responsibilities #And then I wrote a lot #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot fic #snk fic #eruri #levi ackerman #erwin smith #levi x erwin #erwin x levi #somebody go read May Their Blood Boil please

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 3/8

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

"Hmmn. No speedos in sight." You observed the beach from left to right.

"Maybe you were thinking of Brazil?" Alicia said, appearing beside you. "Yeah, that must be it. Brazil. "

You shrugged, happy nevertheless. It was a beautiful day, no clouds in sight, the sun hot against your skin. You wore a sundress to Alicia's frustration. However, it was not worth getting burned again.

"So where are the guys. They told us to meet them here, no?"

"I dunno?" You said. Perhaps they were running late.

"Found them." Alicia shirped.

"Where?"

She turned your shoulders for you to look in the right direction. What you saw made your cheeks burn more than the sun did. It was Ruben, Fabio and Theo, all sweaty playing a game of beach volleyboll.

"Ladies, you made it!" They stopped the game, to their opponents dissatisfaction. They were playing against children, really small children. "Y/N, you're here, at the beach." Ruben approached you with a brimming smile on his face. He wore no shirt only swim trunks. Never had you seen so many outlined abs on such fare skin. His body tanned easly.

"Yes, no speedos in sight." You joked, trying to play it cool. However it was difficult, seeing as Ruben was checking you out. Sure, your sundress hid more skin than a bikini, but it did nothing to hide your curves, and the fact that you wore no bra.

"You look..."

"Warm." You smiled, cutting Ruben off from complementing you. He chuckled.

"Yeah, that's the word I was looking for, hot. You look hot."

You shook your head at his smugness, it was silly, but tempting.

"So, do you girls want to join us?" Theo asked, raising the volleyboll in his hand. "In that case it will be you guys against me and my nephews." He turned to the children who looked displeased to have their game interrupted by two females.

"Um, I think we'll pass." Alicia said, dragging you with her to where the taning beds were.

"Did you see how fit he was?"

"Who, Ruben?"

"Yeeees. You should definitely climb that."

"Pardon?"

Alicia giggled, rubbing sunscreen on her legs. "You know, tap that."

"Alicia. English please." You demanded.

She rolled her eyes. "You should fuck him Y/N. How long has it been since you had sex? And don't...." She said, seeing as you were about to protest. "Don't count that little rendezvous you had with your coworker Byron."

"First of all, he was not my coworker when we...you know. I wouldn't do such a thing."

"Oh please. Save that for whoever caught his head between your legs, which by the way, is your current boss."

"Again." You said, fueling Alicia's laughter. "None of us worked together back then. We were all still in university."

"Funny how life works." Alicia held her flat stomach to ease her spasms. "The three of you, now working at the same school." One might think she would die from laughing so hard.

"Yeah yeah, very funny."

"Oh come on, don't be mad. All I'm saying is that if you have the chance to fuck a hot rich guy, take it. Ruben is both of those things."

You chuckled in response as the two of you fell back against your taning beds. There was a marina up ahead. With boats the size of houses.

"Imagine being on one of those." You dreamed.

Alicia nodded. "I would definitely fuck a old rich guy for that."

"I suppose." You grimarced. Alicia always had a strange way of seeing things.

"Oh my god, look!"

"What?" You sat up, raising your sunglasses to see better.

"That one."

Alicia was pointing towards one of the smaller fleets. A yacht named Deria. "Check out the flag." She said, reffering to the one waving on top of a mast. You recognized it as the flag of the UAE. As a kindergarten teacher you knew most of the flags of the world, it came with the job. Alicia however, only knew of this particular flag because you had spotted it every where in Dubai.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She said, raising the usual concern within you.

"No."

She stood. "Come on, let's ask if they'll take friends of Muhammed Siddiq for a boat right."

Apperently the Siddiq family was known all over the middle east, especially in Dubai. After a brief phone call, the crew was happy to have you Alicia, Ruben Fabio and Theo on their boat. Theo's nephews were happy to come along too.

"Again, tell me what you do for a living?" Ruben asked, once all of you were on the boat, somwhere in the middle of the sea.

"You know...." You said, trying to snort the question away. However, you and Ruben were alone at that moment, making it hard for you not to give him a straight answer. And so you lied. "I have a consultant company that deals with clients all over the world."

Ruben raised a brow, impressed by the fact.

"Yeah. I guess you can say that I'm a busy woman."

"Not too busy, I hope?"

Ruben leaned over the boat railing, enjoying the view of both the ocean and.... "I really like you Y/N. I hope that we can...."

You were interrupted by sudden commotion on the top deck of the boat.

"It's Remy." Theo said.

Ruben and you had rushed upstairs to find everyone surrounding Theo and one of his nephews. The boy looked pale, struck by a sudden seasickness.

"He has never been on a boat before. His mother won't let him." Theo said, voice shaking. "I didn't know it was because...."

"Hey, it's okay." Ruben stepped forward calming his friend.

A sudden instict within you kicked in. Quickly you rushed to be by the boy's side, swooping in to care for him. Everyone even gave you the space to do it. The crew adviced you to stay on the top deck whilst they turned the boat back to shore. And so you did, the boys head resting in your lap to the slow movments of the ship.

"Mamãe." He groaned.

"Shhh." It's gonna be okay."

You stroked his head to calm him down. He closed his eyes, allowing you to go on. The sun was setting in the sky to a low summer breeze. As you gently held his head and offered him a cold compress, you felt a presence behind you. It was Ruben, admiring the way you were soothing his friends nephew by telling him random facts about earth. Facts he probably didn't understand, since they were all in english. Nevertheless, the purpose was to be patient and nurturing, and it was clear that the boy felt safe and comforted in your arms.

"You have children of your own, no?" Ruben asked.

You turned your head and smiled. "I just want to make him feel better."

He nodded understandingly, slightly annoyed that you didn't answer his question. He approached, plotting down beside you.

"You're good with children."

"Thanks."

"Do you have any of your own?"

Yes, twenty of them.

"No. But someday."

He nodded. "How many do you want?"

It was cute, how serious he seemed with these questions. You chuckled. "I guess as many as my husband decides to put inside of me."

Ruben's eyes widened, his gaze shifting to the boy asleep in your lap. "You're kidding?"

"Not really." You shrugged. "It all comes down to that, no? How many children a man wants to put inside of a me. I mean how many babies would you like to put in a woman?"

He blushed, regretting having gotten you into this topic. But then his face stilled, his expression confident, eyes piercing yours. "It depends on the woman."

You gasped, but not because of what he said and how it made your insides errupt. "I wasted our night." You said, in a sudden realization.

Ruben's expression faltered, but did not look disappointed at you. "You'll give me your number, no?"

"Sure." You mumbled, wanting to give him more than that.

"Hey." He raised your chin, seeing as it fell. "I'll see you again, no?"

His face, it looked so handsome in the pink son. That's what you did what you did. That's why you leaned forward and kissed him, although Ruben's hand under your chin was already brining you towards his lips.

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst

[flochsdishwasher]

Back breaker.

Floch x afab! Reader

Floch popping, massaging and breaking our back bc my back hurts and I think I actually need a chiropractor.

My back is better now btw.

Idk why the gif is so grainy. It was fine before🤨.

I feel this is my worst yet ngl. I tried inserting “humor” to make me feel less awkward, but I feel it just made it more awkward and I just.

Anyways.

Feel free to correct any grammar mistakes cause I type really fast 😭.

There’s definitely going to be some mistakes so rip.

All consensual obviously.

Smut under the cut.

“Oh fuck.” You muttered, placing your hand on the lower part of your back as you hunched over In pain.

“I should’ve listened to captain Levi when he told me fix my posture. Ugh fuck my life so hard.” You put a hand to the wall to help balance yourself, continuing on with your head hung low.

The last thing you wanted was someone spotting you like this, so you tried to walk or at this point shuffle your way quickly to your room.

However the universe decided it despised you today and didn’t listen to your pleas to just get to your destination quickly and quietly without interruptions.

swift footsteps were present from behind you and only got louder as they got closer.

You shut your eyes anxiously, knowing that this person was going to see you whether you liked it or not; so you just decided the best thing to do was wait until the person passed you by.

Though that didn’t happen, and you became confused as to why you hadn’t heard the steps walk by you yet; coming to realize, there was now complete silence.

“Uh?”

The someone gasped from behind you.

“Jesus Christ!”

You turned your head languidly, looking over your shoulder only to see the last person you wanted to.

Floch.

You dropped your head back down instantly.

“What the hell are you doing standing there like that you weirdo!?”

“Shut the fuck up.” You told him before shamingly continuing your walk to your room.

He went from scared to cocky In only a second.

“Or what? You gonna hit me with your cane grandma?” He teased, tugging on your hair lightly.

“Fuck off.” You felt your face go hot due to his face getting closer to yours.

Floch only laughed in response, making sure to pinch your cheek in between his fingers.

“Come on babe, tell me why you’re walking like an old lady.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and turned you the other way so you could face him.

“My back hurts like a bitch. It even hurts to walk.” You whined out dramatically, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

“Well, luckily for you,” floch retracted his arm from around your shoulder and stretched his arms out in front of him, proceeding to crack his fingers along with rolling his neck. “-I consider myself to be one of the best chiropractors out there.” He finished smugly.

“Consider….yourself?” You stared at him confusedly.

“Yea. Confidence is key.”

“That didn’t make sense.”

“It kinda did. Cause like I’m confident I’m the best.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

~

“I can’t believe I actually agreed to let you do this.”

There you stood in floch’s room, hugging yourself around your chest with his arms wrapped around the front. He locked his fingers together and took a deep breath before asking you to do the same.

“Alright now relax your muscles.” You did as he said and let yourself go limp in his arms.

“Is it gonna hurt?” You asked in a curious, yet fearful voice. What if he broke your back? Well maybe not break it but make it worse?

“No way. You’ll feel 100% relieved once I’m done with you.” He whispered in your ear in a way you couldn’t really describe.

You hid your nervousness by letting out a laugh.

“What?”

“That sounded kinda-”

“Shut up or I’ll make it hurt.”

“Okay.”

Floch leaned backwards, squeezing you to him tightly as he took you up in the air little by little.

Three satisfying ‘pop’ sounds came from your back as your feet were now fully off the ground; You let out some very obscene noises as one final crack sounded through the room.

“fuck.” This seemed to be your favorite word today.

“You alright?” Floch asked, slowly lowering you to the ground. “More than alright. I feel like a completely new person.” You said while rolling your neck and shoulders.

“Wow Floch i- uh- you’re really-” floch put a hand out in front of him.

“I know, I know. I won’t tell you I told you so.” He confidently spoke with his eyes closed in satisfaction.

“I- okay I’m gonna leave.” You turned to head toward the door, but a quick hand stopped you before you could.

“Oh c’mon I’m joking. Stay a little while.” Floch tugged on your hand, grip firm, but not tight.

One look at his face and your knees were jello. the usual cocky, smug look he always had on his face was now replaced with a more soft, pleading one.

You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.

You sighed with a smile.

“Okay I’ll stay.”

~

Now you definitely weren’t expecting this. Not at all.

If someone had told you as soon as you woke up that Floch Forster would be massaging your back with your bare chest pressed against his sheets, you would’ve told them they were fucking delusional.

No way did you ever see this coming. You and floch were close, yes, and you had to admit you kinda had the hots for him, but all of this was happening so fast. though as his hands kept rubbing and kneading at the tight spots in your back, you found it hard to care.

“Fuck! How did you get to be this good?!” You muttered out shakily.

Floch leaned down next to your ear, close enough to the point you could feel his breath hitting the shell of it.

“Practice, my love.” He pressed down on a particularly tight spot that made you suck in a breath before he leaned away silently.

After a while of more knewding, he used his fingertips and ran them down the sides of your body, gradually going up your spine.

You could feel goosebumps starting to rise on your skin from the gentle running of his fingers. you shivered, tucking your arms under your chest.

“Cold?” He asked.

You nodded.

He chuckled before speaking, “I know a way to warm you up but only if you let me.” His hands travelled down lower until they came in contact with your ass.

Your shoulders jumped at his new hand placement; he took notice to this and moved his hands back to your shoulders.

“So? What’ll it be? You know I’m really not afraid of the word no.” Floch removed his hands from you and instead placed them by the side of your head, looking down at the side of your face that wasn’t pressed against the pillow.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye before turning your body over completely so that you were now resting on your back and looking up at him. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a breath-taking kiss that knocked the air out of both of your lungs.

Floch was the first to pull away, a fat grin sitting on his red tinted cheeks.

“Is that a yes?”

“Obviously.” You breathily spoke before pulling him into another heat-filled kiss, tousling his hair and undoing his buttoned shirt halfway until his hand stopped you.

He pinned your hand by the side of your head, keeping eye contact with you as he pushed himself up to his knees.

You could feel your face burning hot and shyness creeping up your limbs when he kept staring down at you as he finished undoing the last of his buttons, sliding the sleeves off sensually, making sure you were watching him the entire time.

This was hot, too hot, you felt as if you could explode at any given moment now.

The heat in your stomach only increased as he leaned down once more to connect his soft lips with yours. It wasn’t rough this time, only light and gentle as if you would crack at the slightest movement.

Floch placed his hands at the hem of your pants and looked up at you, silently asking for your consent to remove your bottoms.

You nodded eagerly and even assisted him by kicking them off your feet, tossing them somewhere in the room. You pulled him back towards you, smashing your lips against his for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.

Your chests collided, sliding against each other as you continued rolling your hips against his.

Floch grabbed the sides of your thighs and wrapped them around his torso. He then ran one of his hands down from the top of your shoulder to your bottom, giving the exposed flesh a rough squeeze before kneading over it gently.

You gasped softly into his mouth, soft gasps turning into loud moans as he pushed you harder against his bulge.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moved his hand from your ass to your face, cupping it and pulling you into another deep kiss, you continued moving your hips against his, digging your nails lightly into his chest, leaving small crescent marks behind.

You were both eager to just touch each other, even now as you were both completely exposed and groping at each other’s bare skin. It just didn’t feel like enough.

“Please, touch me more.” You begged, grabbing at the back of his head desperately.

“Yea? Okay I will just calm down.” His thumb caressed the front of your cheek softly; that same thumb making its way down your front, pausing below your belly button and pressing down gently, then stopping at the skin just above your core.

He leaned down towards your lips, not pressing them against yours fully, but just lightly brushing them with yours, until finally slipping his index and middle finger down, instantly finding your clit the moment his finger came in contact with you.

You grabbed onto his forearm for dear life; your nails digging into his skin so harshly, he’d probably feel it days after.

“Shit, sweetheart, you trying to make me bleed?” Floch smirked down at you as he continued rubbing at your clit, pace a bit faster now. You said nothing, only loosened your grip on his arm, and smoothing your thumb over the marks in silent apology.

Floch’s cheeks flushed at the sight of you trying to soothe over the marks you made on him. Keyword: trying. Since he had started moving his fingers faster, causing your thumb to slip and your hands tremble.

He only smirked down at you though, wrapping his hand around your wrist and bringing it to the back of his neck.

Floch’s fingers swooped down lower until they reached your entrance, circling over it teasingly just to get a reaction out of you.

“Floch, please don’t fuck with me.” You begged, squeezing his torso with your thighs before spreading your legs and pushing your hips up towards his.

He only shushed you with a small chuckle, still circling his middle and ring finger around your hole.

You clenched your eyes shut in frustration, already starting to feel tears build up at the feeling.

“Awww c’mon don’t cry. I’m just playing around.” In one swift motion his two fingers were buried deep inside you, stroking over every spot before pulling them out just to push them back in.

Your hands clenched the sheets below you; you felt all the air had left you as his fingers kept pushing in and out of your hole.

“Is this what you wanted babe?” He touched foreheads with you, staring at your closed eyes with an amused smirk.

“Come on you were so talkative earlier, Touch me more floch.” He mocked.

You only shut your lips tightly, eyes crinkled shut as much as they could; though they opened abruptly as a warm hand patted your cheek twice to get your attention.

“I asked you a question,” floch’s pace increased greatly. “Is this what you wanted?” He breathily whispered, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging at it harshly before letting it go with a pop.

“Y-y-yea, fuck!” You cried out when his finger hit your sweet spot.

you tried to clench your legs shut, but to no avail. Floch’s hands pushed them open, keeping one of his hands on the inside of your thighs to keep you in place as the other kept working inside you.

“You like how that feels?”

“Please! Just k-keep going!”

Your hips bucked up violently, still restricted by his hand but still moving. He kept on with his movements and never stopped even when you were twisting and turning like an animal.

He didn’t try and stop you either, just kept his eyes on your figure and face as you writhed around on the bed.

Eventually, floch pulled his fingers out from you; you whining in protest at the loss of feeling.

“Why’d you stop?” You questioned in disbelief. Floch only licked his fingers silently before responding.

“I want you to cum on my dick instead.” He answered nonchalantly, moving you onto your back with ease and placing your legs at the side of his hips.

He then pumped himself a few time before positioning himself at your entrance. Though he didn’t push himself in right away; for what felt like an eternity, he just rubbed at your folds, ignoring the way you whined and grabbed at his arms.

“Oh come on, please!” You dug your nails into his shoulder blades harshly, not even caring at this point because you were so frustrated.

Floch brushed your hands off of his shoulders and pinned them to the side of your head.

“Shh, or else you’ll have to wait longer.” He cooed down at you mockingly. You only groaned in response, but complied, relaxing your arms to which he let them go.

“See? There we go.” He grabbed the base of his length, running it down your slit before pushing the tip in slowly.

“Fuck.” You breathed out shakily, pressing your forehead to his shoulder to watch him slide himself inside you. “You feel so big.” Floch smirked into your neck, planting a small kiss there.

“Oh yea?”

“Mhm.”

“Alright then.”

He pushed the rest of himself inside in one motion.

“Oh my- oh my God!” Your throat closed up for a good 5 seconds before you were able to mutter out those words.

“Shit— loosen up a bit will you?” He growled out in a raspy manner, “you’re going to tear my dick off sweetheart.” He tried to joke and laugh but you could hear the slight fear present in his voice.

“Okay okay, sorry! I just haven’t done this in a while. Give me a moment.” You moved your hips for a bit, trying to get used to the feeling of something so big inside you.

While doing this you were able to brush against one spot that made you jump and scream in a pleasure you had never felt before.

“Did you feel it?” You heard him breathily mutter from your neck.

“Yea, fuck.” You continue to thrust your hips upwards to try and hit that one spot again, but a soft hand stops you in your tracks.

“Let me take it from here.” He pulled out, pushing himself back in immediately; only this time, he pressed a hand to the spot below your belly button, which increased your pleasure tenfold.

“How did you- how?” You asked, already feeling out of breath with just this little gesture. 

“I have my ways. Now just relax.”

Floch intertwined his hands with yours; he made sure that he was at eye level with you so he could see all your reactions as he fucked you into absolute ecstasy.

He started off slow, enjoying the way you would whimper and beg for him to go faster, then he slowly started to pick up the pace, but would halt and go back to his original pace, literally just teetering you over the edge at this point.

You cried out in frustration once again, feeling so utterly pathetic and embarrassed that you were this desperate for his dick.

“Not again, floch please, just please!”

He slapped you lightly on the cheek, enough to sting but not mark.

“What did I say last time hm? I said if you didn’t shut the fuck up you’d have to wait longer.”

He didn’t say that. He definitely over exaggerated that, but you’d make fun of him later. Right now you just found it so hot to the point you were having trouble breathing.

“You gonna quiet down now?” He was moving so painfully slow inside you, and you just couldn’t take anymore, so you nodded silently.

The corner of his lip went up at that.

“Thats a good whore.” (A/N ISTG pls.)

Floch didn’t go faster, but he did go harder. He made sure he hit that special spot inside you each time, though only briefly just to keep you on edge.

Did you say a word ? No.

You let him tease the hell out of you because you were that desperate for him to fuck the living daylights out of you. You wanted it, needed it, craved it. (A/n sorry anyways, please don’t make fun of me😔.)

“You’ve been real good with this. I think I’m ready to give you what you want now.” Your body jumped at that, wanting to just lunge at him and do God knows what. Punch him, kiss him aggressively, kick him? You weren’t sure so you stayed put.

He kept his eyes locked with yours as he pushed himself inside you, leaning down towards you slowly until his chest was pressed up against yours, neck arched up so he could still have a good view of your face.

And he didn’t blink.

Didn’t blink as he started off slow once again, though this time, his pace increased a lot faster, and soon enough, his hips were slamming against yours violently.

Loudly.

You let out what could be described as a mixture of a groan and whine; your throat was doing all sorts of things.

Floch kept on hitting that sweet spot inside you too. He’d see you jump and start elongating his thrusts on that one spot, also making sure to slam his hips harder against yours so you could really feel it.

“I never- ugh, thought that I could ever feel this good.” He whimpered out, bowing his head and looking down at the area where you were both connected. (?) A bead of sweat formed on the corner of his forehead, running down to the side of his eye; you absentmindedly reached up to wipe it off, not taking notice to him now staring at you with an unreadable expression present on his face.

You only took notice when he smoothly caressed the side of your face, bringing your attention back to him.

No words were said as he leaned down towards your lips, connecting them softly with his.

After about two minutes, he leaned upward for air, the two of you just staring at each other in silence the only audible sound being you and flochs uneven breaths.

“Wow.”

“Wow.”

“You’re a great kisser.”

“I know, you wanna-”

“Shut up.” And then you grabbed both sides of his cheeks, tightening your thighs around his hips before flipping him over onto his back.

You wasted no time in moving your hips against his; you were now in control and you weren’t going to take it for granted.

You pushed your lips against his again as you continued to roll your hips, moving from side to side, front and back and even going as far as spelling out the word coconut with your hips because you heard some talk that it made guys go crazy.

Boy were they right.

His thighs clenched, hands going to your ass to squeeze roughly.

“Where’d you learn that one?”

“I have my ways. Now just relax.” You imitated, to which he slapped your ass playfully.

“Don’t go stealing my lines now.”

“Shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.” You smirked and started moving your hips in a sensual manner; you wanted him to remember every movement you made, never forgetting the way you could make him feel.

That was it for him though.

“Oh god! I think I’m gonna-” floch didn’t finish his sentence though, as he had hurriedly pushed himself up into a sitting position, wrapping your legs around his lower back and readjusting himself.

He then went on to move you up and down on his dick, no slow starts either. Just fast and rough so you could both reach your highs.

“Shit! I think- I can feel it!” You yelled out, biting into his shoulder and running your fingernails down his back unceremoniously.

“Fuck, you got a harsh scratch babe.” He tried to joke, but failed yet again as his laugh quickly turned into a moan.

The headboard banged against the wall loudly, most likely to leave a dent and wake up the people next door, but you couldn’t feel any ounce of concern or fear. The only thing on your mind right now being floch and his holy dick.

You did voice your thoughts though.

“We m-might wake the people next door floch.” You struggled to get the words out of your mouth.

“Who cares besides you? Let them hear. I’m fact I want them to know how fucking good I’m making you feel right now!”

He intentionally raised his voice up an octave when coming to the end of his sentence.

“Why don’t we show them how loud we can get hm?”

“I don’t know flo-” he shut you up with a rough, sloppy wet kiss.

“Shut up.” He smirked, wiping the saliva from his lips with the back of his hand.

He dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass as he pushed you back and forth on his length.

“Oh God! I really think I’m gonna-”

“Cum.” He whispered in your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and tugging at it firmly.

And that was all it took for you to finally let loose, everything spilling out of you all at once.

Floch went stiff for a moment, lifting your hips off of his so fast that it was kinda scary.

Not even a second later, thick pearls of white cum erupted from his tip, and Floch let out the most loudest, sexiest, high pitched, moan ever known to man.

You were just a little startled at the sudden noise, but found it to be very fucking hot.

Then the silence was back, same thing with the only noise being yours and flochs ragged breaths.

“I uh- wow. I didn’t know you uh-”

“What? Knew how to pleasure someone?” He laughed.

“I know a lot of things. I’m just insanely smart.” Floch said, cocky attitude making a quick comeback.

You rolled your eyes at this, pushing at his chest so he was now resting on his back.

When you went to go down and kiss him, you felt that familiar pain in your lower back.

“Mm Floch, I don’t think you got all the knots.” You muttered out, embarrassed.

Floch only laughed in response.

“Don’t worry babe. I think I’ve got another way to get rid of those knots.”

“I swear to God if my back is broken after this-”

#snk floch #attack on titan #floch forster #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #floch x reader #aot floch #attack on titan x you #attack on titan season four #floch forster x reader #floch smut #smut

[earlgreydream]

brat.

| Bucky Barnes x reader | smut |

warnings: smut, mild degradation (not meant seriously), spanking, dom/sub dynamic, general chaos

a/n: I can’t deal with the pressure of my life, I need James Buchanan Barnes to make me let it go

Bucky had been agitated since you had sent him naughty photos of yourself while he was in the middle of a meeting. He had glanced at his phone and immediately turned it face down and continued speaking. After the meeting, he sat at his desk, looking at the photos you’d sent. His favorite was one where you had your tits out, wearing just little black panties, along with a black ribbon tied around your neck.

He’d originally been the one to tie the ribbon around your neck, about a year ago. He’d hooked his fingers in the satin and dragged you forward like it was a collar, making you blush and shy.

Now, you wore the ribbon around your neck whenever you were in the particular mood for Bucky to make you feel owned.

You were always under constant stress and pressure to perform well, having to control and manage everything, both at work and school. The only place where you could let it go, relinquish all control, was in the bedroom with Bucky... or on the kitchen counters, the bathroom of a club, his desk at work, and anywhere else he could get his hands on you.

When you were alone with Bucky, you became playful, soft, and sweet, and it turned him on to no end. Bucky truly thought you were the most gorgeous and hottest girl in the universe, and he practically worshipped you.

That is, except when you were being a needy brat, like today. Sending him naughty photos at work (unprompted) was strictly against your rules, and you knew you played a dangerous game with him. Bucky wasn’t one to play around when it came to testing the boundaries.

Secretly, that was why you did it. You wanted Bucky riled up, to come home and be rough with you. You wanted him hard and unrelenting, to have you screaming and writhing for him. You were tense from your stressful week, and he was too, and there was no better solution in your mind to release that built up tension.

He shut off his phone as his boss walked in, asking him about a project, and Bucky struggled to focus on what he was being told, too distracted by the image of your soft tits swirling in his mind.

“Thanks, Barnes.”

“Yeah, sure.” He called back half-heartedly, picking his phone back up once he was alone.

~you’re going to fucking regret that, baby~

~I doubt it. X~

He was practically seething at your response, ideas of how to get you in line already forming. He was fed up with your bratty attitude, and his annoyance just built over the course of the afternoon.

When he was finally finished with work, he drove home faster than normal. The door smacked loudly against the wall when he entered, alerting you he was mad. Your heart jumped in your chest, and you felt a pang of regret at your insolence.

“Y/N!” Bucky’s voice echoed, and you nervously walked down the hallway in one of his oversized button downs.

He stopped for a moment, taking in the sight of you. You looked small and meek, innocent in his big shirt. Ribbon was tied around the base of your neck, and your eyes were shining as you gazed up at him.

“Hi, daddy”

He almost melted at the sweet sound of your voice, at the utter innocence you seemed to hold. He dropped his keys in the dish by the door, snapping out of it. He stared at you with a hard gaze, entirely unamused by your earlier behavior. You sank into yourself, taking a step back. He stepped forward, and you continued until he had backed you against the wall outside of your guest bedroom at the end of the hall.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Bucky asked you, waiting for an apology.

I’m sorry daddy, is what you should have said, attempting to win over the last bit of forgiveness he was willing to give you. Instead, you decided to dig yourself into deeper trouble, unable to resist the temptation to goad him by being a brat.

“I could’ve gotten myself off in the time it took you to get home, maybe even more than-” you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before he was on you.

He hooked his fingers into the ribbon, jerking your small body against his. His silver eyes blazed, threatening you to struggle.

“Do you think you’re fucking funny?” He growled, and you stared back at him, suppressing your fear.

“A little, actually.”

That did it.

“Get on your fucking knees, you insolent brat!” He snapped, jerking you downwards so you were kneeling in front of him.

Your knees bit into the hardwood floor, and the ribbon left a faint red ring around your neck from him dragging you by it. His hand went up your neck to your cheek, and you flinched as he sharply tapped your face. It wasn’t enough to be a slap, Bucky would never hit you in a way you didn’t like, but the sharp smack made arousal drip from your core.

You wanted him to run his fingers through your hair to guide you, like he did when he was feeling softer, but you knew that you’d pushed him too far to receive any sort of help.

He grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open before burying himself in your throat. He did it in one quick movement that had you gagging, choking on his length. Bucky didn’t care about your fight to breathe, snapping his hips at a brutal pace, stretching your throat. You did your best to open for him, but tears slid down your cheeks from your lack of oxygen.

“Y/N, look at you, letting me fuck your throat like a little whore.” His words dripped with condescension and you looked up at him with glassy eyes.

You moaned around him, sending vibrations that pushed him closer to the edge.

“You’re going to swallow, got it?” He ordered and you made a noise of approval, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. He came in thick spurts, his cock deep in your throat. You swallowed his seed as well as possible, gasping as he pulled out of you. You lost your balance and put a hand on his thigh to steady you. He stepped back, letting you fall forward, barely catching yourself.

You whined in protest, and he grabbed you by the hair and jerked your head back to look up at him. Your chest was heaving as you drew in oxygen, your face was sticky with tears, and your mouth was salty with his taste.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me," Bucky's tone was mocking, a slight Russian accent hanging off his words, a silent threat hanging in the air.

"I did so good, sucking you off like you wanted-" you were about to ask if he'd take care of you now, and he just let out a short laugh.

"You think you're getting off?" He spoke as if it were completely ridiculous.

"Yes?" You tried, and he shook his head.

"Then you shouldn't have been such a little brat. Brats don't get to come."

"But daddy-!" You whined in protest.

Your mouth snapped shut when he dragged you up to your feet and tore his button down off of you. You shivered in the cold air, and his fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them down your legs.

"You're fucking soaked, Y/N. Is this just from sucking me off?" He embarrassed you.

"Y/N!" He snapped when you didn't answer, fed up with your disobedience.

"Yes," you breathed, blinking back fresh tears of anxiety.

"I'll give you something to cry about." He threatened and you bit your lip, knowing it wasn't an empty threat.

"Safeword?" he asked, making sure you were able to communicate with him if it was too much.

"Falcon," you answered obediently and he nodded. He took your wrists in his hands, noticing the way your hands were trembling. He kissed your smooth skin, though his gaze didn't soften.

"On the bed. Now." He pointed, and you bent over the edge of the bed, your ass on display for him. You hid your face in your arms, hiding the embarrassment visible on your cheeks from being so exposed.

A shaky whine escaped as you heard his belt snap, fear prickling up your spine. He watched you squirm on the bed. He knew you hated being smacked with the belt, and he leaned against the wall, watching you nearly lose your mind in anticipation. He was curious to see if you'd continue the bratty behavior, or if this was what would finally cause you to break, and his fingers twitched as he ached to turn your ass pink.

As soon as the tension began to leave your body, and you settled on the mattress, he landed the first blow with the leather on your ass. You screamed both from shock, and the welcome pain that blossomed across your skin.

His dark laughter echoed in your guest bedroom, and chills made your body shudder. You were getting what you wanted, this had been your goal from the beginning. You also knew that you were completely safe, that Bucky loved you dearly, and this was just a bedroom scene, not meant to truly hurt you. Despite both of those facts, the fear was very much real. Bucky was incredibly intimidating, especially when he was mad.

"Four more, alright?"

"Yes, daddy."

Dry sobs burned your throat as he spanked you quickly, leaving pink stripes across your fair skin, but light enough they'd disappear by morning. It was more psychological than physical, and it was causing you to nearly shake with arousal. It was dripping down your legs, and Bucky noticed, adding to the shame of just being spanked. He took a step toward you, squeezing your ass in his large hands, making you whimper in discomfort. He slapped your skin, and you struggled to contain your pained yelps. It wasn’t near as bad as the belt, but the sting spread through your skin as he continued your punishment. 

You sighed in relief when he finally finished, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling you up so your back was against his chest. He gave your throat a squeeze, making your eyes roll back. He kissed your shoulder before biting down into your smooth skin. You squirmed in his grip, mewling softly. 

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, looking up and meeting his gaze. 

“I know you are, baby,” He kissed your mouth for the first time, and you melted into his hold, ignoring your soreness. 

“Hands and knees for me, doll.” 

He released his grip on you, lightly tapping your thigh to get you to climb up on the bed. You moved onto the bed, but your arms were unsteady, so you dropped down to your elbows, letting your back arch.

“Can’t hold myself up,” you murmured apologetically, not wanting him to think that you were being bratty. He kissed your bum, and you sighed quietly at the tender action. 

“I want to come, daddy,” you begged, hoping he had softened.

“I’m sure you do.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing that you weren’t going to get what you want. Bucky’s hands wrapped around your hips, holding you steady as he stood behind you. You squirmed as he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, a choked noise leaving your throat as he brushed your clit. You were on edge, but you knew if you spilled over, he would spank you until you were bleeding.

He noticed the shudder it caused, and his voice came deep and threatening. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” 

“I won’t!” you promised, wanting to be good for him. 

“Better not.” 

He thrusted forward, rolling his hips until he was buried all the way in you, making you yell and grip the sheets in front of you. The stretch burned, your body never quite getting used to his size. Usually he eased into you, but he clearly didn’t care about your pleasure right now. 

He began to snap his hips against yours, using your body to chase his own release. His hands slipped off of your hips and snaked around to your front, going up to your breasts. He squeezed roughly and pinched your nipples, pulling them between his fingers, making your vision spark. You shrieked at the sensation, and you tightened around him. You held back your orgasm, fighting against the urge to release. 

“Your cunt feels so good around me, doll. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to lose my mind,” Bucky murmured, his words getting lost in your mind.

You tightened around him purposely, feeling him twitch before painting your insides with his release. He groaned deeply, continuing with shallow thrusts as he emptied himself into your heat. When he pulled out, he stared at your swollen sex, his release dripping out, and down your thighs. You screamed as he slapped the sensitive area, arching your back. You whimpered out a beg to ease up on you, and he moved you to lay on your back. You were barely there, whimpering out apologies pathetically, and he kissed a line from your belly up to your lips.

“You’re forgiven, doll.” He said, kissing you sweetly.

“Please, I’ll be so good.” You were desperate, throbbing around nothing, and you wanted to release the tension your body held so bad.

Bucky watched you beg, almost inclined to put his head back between your legs.

“Fine.” He sat on the bed, pulling you to straddle his thigh. You looked at him in confusion as he held your hips down.

“You can ride my thigh and get off that way, or you can quit complaining.”

Your eyes widened, and your face burned in humiliation. You hesitated for a moment before giving into your needs, rolling your hips and dragging your core over his thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut, burying your face in his shoulder as he quietly mocked you and how desperate you were. Your thighs started to shake, and he bounced his leg, making you come with a scream as you bit down lightly on his shoulder. 

“Daddy, no,” you complained as his hand snaked down to pinch your clit, sending shocks through you.

“Watch your mouth.” He ordered, grabbing your jaw in his free hand, disapproving of your protests. He overstimulated you, turning your pleasure into torture. You struggled to catch your breath as you writhed on his lap, begging him to let you ease up. You swore at him, and he smacked your already stinging core. You yelped at the pain, letting him have his way, too exhausted to protest further. 

You could’ve cried again as he finally eased up, deciding you had adequately paid for your misbehavior. After, he spent the entire evening showering you with attention, showing his soft side and loving on you.

#bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky x you #bucky imagine #bucky fluff #bucky x female reader #bucky smut #tfatws #marvel #mcu fic #mcu fanfiction #marvel au #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #james buchanan bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #d/s #smut #earl grey bucky

[jimines]

Whats actually happened between you and taemaknae? I read about it on the tea blog and still confused

This is an insanely long story so I'm going to put it below the cut so for anyone interested in this absolute shit show, continue on.

Essentially, I posted these headers about a month ago:

It was a set of like 8 colours and it was the first time I had ever posted any headers or anything. The issue nic had with these, was the ripped paper bottom. Because apparently you can trademark that. I had asked a (now ex) “friend” of mine if she knew where I could find the ripped paper effect because I had seen the effect on the header of her network blog and I had been trying to find a similar thing for months and google images never gave me anything good. She ended up referring me to google images anyways and after like an hour of dedicated searching, I found this ripped paper effect and used it. This ex “friend” went on to tell another friend of mine that I had "asked where nicole gets her resources for her headers" and then screenshotted my dm as "proof", which still confuses me because I never mentioned nicole there lmao. I've seen the screenshot.

Tell me where I said nicole. It was literally just a question born from seeing the header they had on their network lmao. I feel it’s important to mention I didn’t know this person ran said network at that time, which is why i said “these people”.

This other friend then came to me and just said my headers "may be seen as similar to nic's” and said she noticed it on her own and never mentioned my other “friend” approaching her. I was confused because other than that ripped paper effect that I know many people on tumblr use, I saw no similarities. Nic's headers are usually more complex and more than just a coloured background with a little effect in it. I just wanted to make some simple headers for fun because I was bored. But, regardless, I messaged nic about it to make sure she didn't feel the same way. I told her a friend of mine was worried nic might think my headers are similar to her's and I assured her that if she found them similar I would take them down, no questions asked. Nic told me she was surprised this friend brought it up and told me that it was entirely up to me if I found the headers similar. She never once told me she felt they were the same, never mentioned anything about them, she insisted it was up to me to do as I pleased. So, since I genuinely found no similarities, I left them up.

About a week went by and things between nic and I were fine, or so I thought, based off the fact that she was interacting with my posts, sending me cute asks and replying to a lot of my comments and stuff being kind and whatnot. Then, I decided to post a small list of my creations and the series I had running at the time. 

After that, all of a sudden I got an influx of rude hate anons:

To anyone I mentioned the anons to, they agreed with me, you cannot trademark circular icons. This anon also accused me saying “just the fact that you had an anxiety attack about it proves you copied them” Like no sweetie, it’s called three strangers walked into my house and I got anxious.

Despite me not seeing the issue, I messaged nic, assuming she wouldn't care about the icons (it wasn't like I was taking her exact work and copying and pasting them as my own) and that made her very upset. When she responded to me, she was incredibly heated and gave off the vibe she was waiting for me to message her about it. 

She said things like "this has actually been bothering me for a while", "i expected you to be able to read between the lines and delete the headers", "i don't know who that anon was but clearly they recognize my style". For starters, she never told me that she was annoyed with me, she was being very kind to me publicly. And I have no idea how I was meant to “read between the lines” of what she said especially considering how kind she was to me the following days. I also never accused her of knowing this anon, she just insisted it wasn't her and she didn't know them right off the bat. She also insinuated that I copied my gifs from others as well, which ticked me off because I made my 100+ layer psd myself thank you very much. But I kept my cool, and I told her I had no idea she felt the way she did, and I told her I would delete the headers (which i did as the conversation was going on), and that I would stop posting my icons and bringing attention to them because no one ever paid it any mind before that point. And I asked her “please tell me straight up the next time you have an issue with me because I am generally pretty dumb with social cues”, I have my adhd to thank for that. And instead of replying, she just blocked me. And conveniently, the hate anons stopped dead right after we blocked each other and I haven't received any since.

Also, these are the kinds of icons I posted:

Looks pretty generic and idk, universal, right?

Then, as I've recently found out today, she was in an "anti-loverjimin" groupchat with at least 2 other bloggers. 

Which explains why this all went and fell into place. I know who the two other bloggers are because of what happened two days later but I won't name them just yet, but these two people had been "friends" with me for several months. So, a day or two after nic blocked me, all of a sudden some good friends of mine were blocking me and not talking to me when I asked what was going on. I found out soon after it was because nicole and those two now ex “friends” of mine had taken old dms I sent them and were showing them to people. And I will go into detail about them but I won't name the people they are about for privacy reasons.

Before I move on, to clarify some lies nic has been spreading about me, I never once shit talked nicole to my friends. One of these ex friends also said I was trying to get people on my side. I would have reacted to this all very very differently if that were the case. I would be dragging everyone through the fucking dirt but I don't get off on drama or micromanaging what my mutuals do. My issues are with these people, if you're still friends with them that's your decision i could not care less. So, back to it, the only thing I said about nic was that she and I had a stupid small fight over icons and that she was spreading lies about me, based off of what nic said to jordan.

That exact message, or slight variations of it, was sent to anyone I interacted with because I didn't know if nic was going to stop at jordan or try and get to everyone I fucking knew lmao. Some of the people I messaged this to told ME nic had done this kind of thing before, that she has sent hate anons, launched hate campaigns, cancelled people, etc. Over stupid shit like icons lmao.

Here are some responses I received after I mentioned nicole:

And nic or one of her friends also took it upon themselves to send anons to that tea blog to blow shit up and named everyone and made it an even bigger mess when they saw no one was actively trying to fight me after the dms got out. 

I also love that in this following ask, they named my two “friends” that were behind the whole dm drama and backstabbed me, as well as two other people I never badmouthed, that story was twisted. But we’ll get into those details shortly.

And she also told people I clout chased big blogs and only cared about notes. At one point, yes, I did care a lot about my statistics. However, never once did I think clout chasing was worth my fucking time or energy, Nic is the biggest clout chaser on this damn site and there are receipts of that, ask jordan lmao. And I couldn’t give two shits about my statistics anymore lmao, much less anxiety that way. Do I still crave validation sometimes? Sure. But it's not a driving force of my tumblr experience like it used to be.

But, moving on to the dms, the first one was sent when I first came back to tumblr full-time and didn't understand why people self reblogged things, I found the pretence of self reblogging annoying and greedy and I complained about it and it was a comment fuelled by two bloggers that i would see sr a lot on my dash. But I never thought THEY were annoying, as these people are saying I did, it was self reblogging I found annoying and as you can see I have come to understand why people sr and I do it myself too. I didn't even know these two bloggers at this time either. That dm was cropped to hide the fact that this "friend" agreed with me and hid the date as well so it seemed recent, and was sent to one of the bloggers I mentioned as an example, someone I had since become good friends with. 

I didn’t befriend one of the people I mentioned there until mid to late June. That friendship is now over thanks to this drama and all the lies. The second friend of mine they went after was never spoken about in dms, they went and turned her against me through lies and manipulation so that friendship has ended too. And while those two were doing that, nic went off to try and turn jordan against me.

There was a particular user on here that I did say some nasty things about but we weren't friends, as many people have been made to believe. I was particularly mad at this person in those dms and was hurtful, I admit, and I have since apologized and owned up to all of it to these people. I did call them fake and/or two-faced. 

And what in the gassing me up bullshit was their response though lmao. I also sent this following dm before I even talked about the issue with this person. They urged me to continue and to name drop the person, and I stupidly thought they were trustworthy.

My reasoning for what I said wasn't unwarranted though, I don't make a habit of going around shit-talking people, unless they do something to me first. I vent when I am upset and this person had sent me a passive aggressive ask and then denied sending it when I asked and I thought that was just very fake, especially since she was so kind to me in dms before the ask came in. But all of these dms were cropped too to hide timestamps and responses, and in most cases, like those screenshots prove, these "friends" either gassed me up or egged me on to continue ranting or to name the people i was mad at and they had agreed with me on several, several occasions. Turns out they were trying to get dirt on me to use in their cancel campaign. But the point is, nic has made me out to be this horrible person that befriends "big blogs" (an overrated statement) and then shit talks them behind their back without remorse. Yet it was one person I said rude things about and I, again, owned up to it all and apologized to them the first day. I would've done it sooner had I a) remembered feeling the way I did all those months ago or remembered the dms themselves or b) felt that way still after meeting them. But neither is the case.

I find it really amusing though that these people wanted things to be kept quiet and didn’t want anyone they spoke to to talk to me about it because I was going to “out them on my blog” and “make a big scene”, then they three went and made it a big fucking scene and ruined my friendships. I’m familiar with this pattern of manipulation as it has happened to me in real life before and it’s the most childish bullshit to witness.

Before this callout day for nic, I had never once been directly rude to or about her, same goes for those ex “friends” that betrayed my trust and friendship. The fact that they plotted against me in a group chat while still actively talking to me and being all buddy buddy is just disgusting. Both of them were talking to me that day at the same time they were sharing the dms and shit-talking me to my friends. But yeah, that's my side, the untwisted side, of the whole story. I tried to be mature and talk to nic and when I didn't do what she wanted me to do, she blocked me and launched the hate campaign with dms and the power of photoshop. I’ve been hesitant to make any of this public because it was meant to be a silent ordeal but I’ve grown tired of her constantly publicizing everything without consequence while I remain silent like I promised.

#anon #replied💌 #tw:negativity #drama #long post #read at your own risk aha #its a shit show #idc if you rb it #pinning temporarily for the next day(sih) #ish* #edited with screenshots and whatnot that i forgot i had on my phone lmao

[alphadaddyderek]

Dude, just get out! (we both live here dumbass!) (sterek fic, smut, college au)

Stiles was initially excited to go to college. The freedom aspect of it in particular is what Stiles was the most excited about. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his dad, of course, he does. He didn’t mind living with him, he liked seeing him on a daily basis. He’s all Stiles has. Well, Stiles has Scott, but Scott is attending university in Arizona of all places. Meanwhile, Stiles is going to NYU, so, there’s not a lot of opportunities to see Scott or his father in person.

Not to fret though! Stiles was ready like Freddy to meet new people and, hopefully, make new friends along the way. That’s what college is all about. Supposedly, Stiles wouldn’t know but if all the movies are to be believed then that’s what college is all about.

He and his dad spent days driving up to NYU and then spent hours moving Stiles’ belongings into his off-campus apartment and unpacking. Stiles got a full-ride —thank god— so there’s extra money for him to be able to live in an actual, nice apartment instead of the dorms. His roommate was nowhere to be seen at the time, but that was fine with Stiles. He’d have plenty of opportunities to get to know him. Stiles’ dad left to stay in a hotel for the night because there was no way he was starting the trek back to Beacon Hills this late in the day. So, Stiles was left to his own devices in his new apartment.

Well, he was for about twenty minutes, then his roommate came back and...he’s kind of a dick.

He has a resting bitch face and he hardly likes to talk. Stiles doesn’t know if it’s because the guy doesn’t like him or if he’s just the quiet type. He’s starting to think that the guy doesn’t like him because every time Stiles starts talking he looks annoyed. The dick’s name is Derek and coincidentally, he also goes to NYU. He did tell Stiles his major, but wouldn’t tell Stiles what his favorite color was, which is just plain rude.

Anyway, Stiles isn’t going to let this Debbie downer ruin his college experience, no way!

Stiles decides the best thing to do is to just ignore him. Which is hard to do because the guy takes up so much space, like, he’s actually huge. And he always seems to be in the apartment when Stiles comes back from classes. Which is weird because, dude, don’t you have classes to go to? Nonetheless, he’s always there which means Stiles has to see him all the time and Derek can continue being an asswipe for no reason.

For example, Stiles sometimes forgets to wash the dishes —sue him!— and Derek will chew him out for it. Stiles didn’t know Derek was such a neat freak, but now that he knows he’ll leave more things laying around because Stiles can also be a dick when he wants to be. Maybe Derek should learn to be more personable, then Stiles wouldn’t have to go out of his character by doing such petty things. They’ve only been living together for about a week and a half and there’s already a turf battle going on. Stiles isn’t sure who’s going to win this battle, however, the sight of Derek tripping over one of Stiles’ shoes and the subsequent curse that flies out of his mouth makes Stiles not even care in the end.

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After about a month, it's way more than just a battle. The turf battle has evolved into a war and now, no one is safe.

Derek continues being yucky and Stiles continues to do things to intentionally annoy him, except, now Derek is doing things to annoy Stiles. Like, eating all of Stiles’ Pop-Tarts or, and this is a cruel one, flushing the toilet while Stiles is in the shower. Unfortunately for Stiles, Derek buys gross ass healthy food for himself, and Stiles couldn’t choke down that food to save his life. So, what can one do to even the playing field?

Derek is sitting on the couch in the living room, watching some show about underwater caves. Stiles normally wouldn’t stick around because, despite what Derek might think, Stiles really doesn’t enjoy being talked down to by an abnormally grumpy man. This time though, Stiles sits down beside him. He can see Derek watching him from the corner of his eye, probably waiting to see what Stiles is going to do. Stiles likes to instill fear in Derek. Normally he acts like Stiles is nothing more than a bug he wants to squish under his overly expensive boot, but now? He’s worried. He should be. Stiles is going to pull out his ultimate weapon.

“So, whatcha watchin’?” Stiles asks, plastering a smile onto his face.

Derek gives him a suspicious look. “Why do you want to know?”

Stiles shrugs, smile still present. “I’m curious. This show seems interesting.”

Derek gives him an incredulous eyebrow raise, which is super insulting. Derek thinks all Stiles watches is Harry Potter, Star Wars, and superhero movies. Which is just wrong. But that’s okay. Stiles thinks all Derek watches are documentaries about how to be a functioning human in society, which, newsflash Derek, still needs working on.

A few minutes go by before Stiles decides to speak again. “So, you haven’t told me about your family.”

“That’s intentional.”

Stiles laughs. Derek thinks he can scare Stiles into leaving him alone. Unfortunately for Derek, Stiles has zero self-preservation skills.

“Come on Derek. We’re roommates. Don’t you want us to get along?”

Derek didn’t dignify that with a response —rude!— so Stiles speaks again.

“My dad is the sheriff of my hometown. Been that way for as long as I can remember. My best friend, his name is Scott, wants to be a vet. He goes to The University of Arizona. After that he’s not sure where he’ll go to get his DVM but he’s open to anything.”

Derek turns the volume up on the tv and Stiles bites his lip to stifle his laughter.

Ah, Derek. That won’t help.

“At first I was kinda skeptical about Scott becoming a vet. I mean, he’s a puppy himself, and I love him to death, but sometimes he’s ditzy. He’s a ditzy brunette. But after working at Deaton’s, Deaton is the town vet, for years he’s proved me wrong,” Stiles risks a glance at Derek and he’s scowling so hard Stiles is kind of afraid it’ll get stuck that way forever. “He and his girlfriend, Allison, are kind of having issues with long-distance but they’re high school sweethearts so I’m confident that they’ll work through it. They’re so cute together that it’s actually kinda nauseating. Like, sometimes their sappiness makes me sick to my stomach. I wonder when they’ll get ma-”

Derek abruptly stands up and walks out the room, slamming and locking his bedroom door, as if Stiles is the boogeyman who he’s trying to keep out.

Stiles snickers and grabs the remote to change the channel. Derek gets annoyed when Stiles talks, well, he shouldn’t have started this war then (it doesn’t matter that technically Stiles started it). Stiles has weaponized his ability to talk people’s ears off. So, Derek better watch out.

Hopefully, Derek won’t murder Stiles in his sleep.

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Okay, so, Stiles thinks maybe this whole turf war thing is getting out of hand.

It’s been a total of 3 and a half months since they’ve been living together and Derek and Stiles are on edge around each other 24/7. Stiles has to shower around eleven o’clock at night so that Derek won’t burn him alive by flushing the toilet. Derek doesn’t have access to Stiles’ snacks anymore because Stiles hid them in the back of his closet. Derek stays in his room all day just so that Stiles won't have any opportunities to talk to him. They’re at an impasse, but Stiles has a feeling that the worst has yet to come.

A really bad feeling.

Stiles comes back from a particularly grueling day of classes to see Derek sitting on the couch...and he’s smirking.

That doesn’t bode well for Stiles.

“Hello, Stiles.”

“Uh, hey dude. Why do you look like a supervillain?”

“‘Cause I have a surprise for you.”

Yeah, that definitely didn’t sound good.

“Actually, I am a-okay. I really don’t need the surprise. I appreciate it though,” Stiles tries to make his way towards his room but Derek keeps talking.

“I normally don’t snoop through people’s things, it’s really not in my character, but after you left to go out last night, I heard some weird noises coming from your room. I was trying to ignore it at first, but after a while I went to see what it was. I was going to mention it this morning but you woke up before I did and by the time I had woken up you were already in class.”

Stiles had stopped in his tracks but he still hasn’t turned around to face Derek, because if Derek is going where Stiles thinks he’s going, Stiles is going to need to be able to book it into his bedroom as soon as possible.

Derek didn’t seem too perturbed by Stiles’ silence since he continues with his story. “Imagine my surprise when I found out that it was your laptop making that noise. Now, I wasn’t surprised by the fact that porn was playing, but what I was surprised at-”

Oh god.

“-was that the video you were watching was titled ‘bear fucks twink with huge cock’. And now I can’t help but question your hatred towards me.”

Stiles’ face is burning. He’s never been so embarrassed in his life, which is really a great feat because Stiles doesn’t get embarrassed by much. It’s not that Stiles didn’t notice Derek was hot, like, come on now, Derek is gorgeous. He’s not that much taller than Stiles but the size of his biceps? They’re easily the size of Stiles’ thigh. Derek is bigger than Stiles in every aspect.

Well, he’s not sure about every aspect. Stiles has never seen Derek’s dick outright, but he’s seen him wear sweatpants, and ooh boy, that bulge gives Stiles the impression that Derek is hung like a horse.

Stiles still hates Derek because Derek still has his asshole-ish ways. Case in point: right the fuck now. But, you can hate someone and still want to fuck them, right? Hate sex exists.

Derek is patiently waiting for Stiles to respond, and Stiles has never been good at staying silent, so it’s only a matter of time.

Stiles finally turns around to face Derek and clears his throat. “That- that means nothing. People watch shit like that all the time. Plus, you hardly qualify as a bear.”

It’s a weak excuse but, hey, Stiles is grasping at straws here.

Derek tilts his head to the side in agreement. “True, but if that was the case, why do you seem so nervous?”

Stiles can’t think of a reasonable response in time and Derek knows it.

Derek smirks again and Stiles really wants to knee him in the dick.

“Do you wanna fuck me?”

Stiles narrows his eyes at Derek. What the fuck is his endgame here? Why is he being such a dick?

Oh yeah, because Derek is a fucking asshole.

“Fine,” Stiles says through gritted teeth. “I find you attractive. I watch porn about big, hairy men fucking twinks because I want you to fuck me. Are you happy now? Jackass.”

Stiles storms into his room and slams the door. That’s a perfect example of why people can’t be pretty and nice. It’s genetically impossible.

Stiles lets out a sigh and dumps his backpack on his bed before stripping out of his clothes and getting into the shower. He stands under the spray for ten minutes, just praying to the cosmic gods out there that a black hole will appear and suck the whole human race into nothingness. After waiting for a few more minutes, and his prayers going unanswered, he washes himself then gets out to dry off. He wraps the towel around his waist and opens the door to find Derek standing outside his bathroom door. He shrieks (a very manly shriek by the way) and covers his chest with his arms, not that that’ll hide much.

“Derek, what the fuck are you doing?”

Derek’s eyes do the slowest sweep in fucking existence down Stiles’ body and Stiles feels his cheeks flush. Ugh, why are the cutest guys always assholes?

“I came to apologize. I was being a dick-”

“What else is new?” Stiles interrupts. Stiles is rewarded with another smirk.

“-and I took it too far. I’m sorry I embarrassed you.”

Stiles looks at Derek for a second. They’ve never apologized to each other when they did shit, and even though Stiles didn’t take it as far as Derek did, Stiles can’t stand here and act like he wasn’t also an asshole.

Stiles sighs. “I’m sorry too. I was also kind of a dick. Not as much as you, but still.”

Derek laughs a little, and Jesus H. Christ, how is a laugh sexy? “Apology accepted.”

Stiles holds his hand out for a handshake. Derek puts his hand in Stiles’ and they shake on their newfound not-friendship-but-also-maybe-not-complete-dicks-to-each-other-ship.

“So,” Derek starts after they drop their hands. “wanna have sex?”

Stiles might’ve actually choked on his own fucking spit, because what?

“What?”

“I asked if you wanted to have sex.”

“Where is this even coming from? You hate my guts. Every time I talk you look like you’re going in for a root canal.”

Stiles is so confused, he’s also getting hornier by the minute, but right now, the confusion is outweighing the horniness.

“I don’t hate you. Yeah you talk a lot, and it was so annoying at first, sometimes it still is, but I got used to your incessant chatter.”

Stiles knows he looks dumb, his mouth is gaping and everything. “I think maybe there was something in the water because I must be high. We’ve lived together for over 3 months and you’re telling me that you actually want to have sex with me?”

Derek shrugs. “Yeah. Just because you can be kinda annoying that doesn’t mean you’re not cute. Plus, people have sex all the time, that doesn’t mean we have to, like, date or whatever.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. Derek’s so romantic, how has Stiles been able to resist jumping his bones for this long?

“You just embarrassed the hell out of me, why would I ever want to have sex with you?” Never mind the fact that Stiles definitely does want to have sex with him.

“Maybe you don’t. If not, then fine. We can just go back to how things were. If you do, then we’ll have a great time.”

Stiles is still struggling to wrap his mind around all of this. Derek wants to have sex with him? In what universe does that make sense?

Apparently in this one.

Stiles does this sort of shrug that basically portrays well, what the fuck? Okay then. “Okay. I guess this is happening then.”

Derek smirks for like the fiftieth time in thirty seconds and if Stiles was a stronger man he definitely would’ve kneed Derek in the dick, but clearly, Stiles is weak.

Very, very weak.

“My room or yours?” Derek asks.

“Mine. Since it’s right there,” Stiles points behind Derek and, lo and behold, there’s Stiles’ bed.

Grabbing Stiles’ hand in a surprisingly gentle gesture, Derek walks the three feet from the bathroom to the bed to lay Stiles down.

Derek gets on top of the bed and is sitting on his knees by Stiles’ feet. He pulls his shirt off like he’s in Magic Mike or something before throwing it onto the floor without a care in the world. Jesus, it’s like his muscles have muscles. Stiles starts feeling a little insecure about his body. He’s got muscles, but, he’s not, like, ripped like Derek is. Stiles likes to think he has somewhat of a swimmer’s body.

Looming over him like a fucking creeper, Derek stares down at Stiles. “You know, you’re very pretty.”

Stiles refuses to admit that he blushes at that because he’s not pretty. If anything he’s handsome, some may even say gorgeous.

“Can you just get on with it?” Stiles throwing a scowl in Derek’s direction.

“Bossy. I kinda like that,” he strips his sweatpants off and throws them down too. Now he’s only in a pair of gray boxer briefs and, god, Stiles wants to suck his dick so badly. Which is weird because he’s really not all that experienced with blowjobs, he’s given maybe two blowjobs in his life. Whatever, Derek has a great dick okay?

Derek tugs at the towel around Stiles’ waist. “Is this okay?”

Stiles nods and then the towel is gone, and Stiles is laid bare for Derek to gaze at his leisure. And boy does Derek gaze. He does another slow sweep down Stiles’ body, except this time it’s even more intense because now Stiles is naked.

“You’re not a virgin right?” Derek asks while rummaging through Stiles’ bedside drawer and pulling out the lube. First of all, it’s rude to go through people’s stuff! Second of all, how the hell did Derek know his lube was there? Although, where else would lube be?

“Nope. There will be no deflowering of the Stiles today. Sorry to disappoint.”

Derek shrugs before popping open the lube. “I’m not one of those weirdos who pops a boner at the thought of popping someone’s cherry.”

Stiles chuckles, like actually chuckles. Who knew Derek was even capable of being funny?

Stiles pulls his legs up and hooks his hands behind his knees. The position exposes Stiles’ hole to the extreme and it makes Stiles blush. Just because he’s not a virgin doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get nervous or embarrassed during sex.

Derek knee-walks closer to Stiles and squirts some lube onto his fingers. He puts one hand on Stiles’ right thigh while the other one gently and slowly breaches his entrance. Fuck, his fingers are thick. Thicker than Stiles’ that’s for sure. Stiles definitely isn’t shy about fingering. He fingers himself all the time, but it’s been a while since someone else’s fingers were up there. Stiles is nervous and excited about it all.

Derek doesn’t spend too much time with the one finger, quickly adding a second one and that’s when it starts feeling good. Derek’s fingers are about an inch away from his prostate and Stiles is about to curse him out until Derek presses both fingers against his prostate and Stiles has to bite his lip to stop the loud ass moan that almost escaped his mouth. Judging by the look on Derek’s face, he knows he touched Stiles’ prostate, and being the asshole that he is, he has a cocky smile on his face.

After scissoring those two fingers inside Stiles for a few minutes, Derek adds a third finger. The stretch is definitely there, but hey, Stiles likes a little pain with sex. He can be kinky sometimes.

“Okay. I’m ready, come on,” Stiles says. He was starting to get impatient. He just wants to get dicked down already, damn.

Derek gently removes his fingers and gets off the bed to pick up his sweatpants. He reaches into the pocket and retrieves a condom out. Stiles’ mouth drops.

“So you just knew I’d have sex with you?”

“I didn’t know. I just hoped.”

That smarmy little bastard.

Derek gets back in bed and, finally, removes his briefs and...

Holy mother of god.

Well, maybe not the mother of god. That’s blasphemous as fuck. But! The sentiment is the same because wow. Stiles is glad he didn’t knee him in the dick because that dick is too gorgeous to cause serious injury to. He’s not like porn star big, but it is big and long too. And it’s uncut, which Stiles has a weird sort of kink about. He loves uncut cocks. Yeah, that’s a good-looking cock right there.

Derek unwraps the condom and rolls it onto his cock. He then grabs the bottle of lube that he placed on the bed and squirts more out before slathering a generous amount onto said cock. He makes Stiles move his hands before replacing them with one of his own, the other is at the base of his cock, lining it up to Stiles’ hole.

“You ready baby?” Derek asks.

“Call me baby again and I’ll dropkick you in the throa- oh fuck.”

Of course, Derek chose when Stiles was mid-threat to start pushing his cock inside. Geez, that is seriously a big cock, even the fingering didn’t make it burn any less. Derek gently pushes his cock in deeper before pulling it out, then he pushes it in a little deeper than he did at first before pulling it back out again. He repeats that until his cock is seated all the way inside, his balls to Stiles’ ass. Then he stops and waits. There’s sweat gathering above Derek’s eyebrow and some is even rolling down his temple. Needless to say, Derek isn’t as unaffected as he’s trying to be. Which makes Stiles feel kind of great actually.

“Okay, you can move now,” Stiles informs Derek. And when Stiles says Derek goes to town, he really means that.

Derek puts his other hand behind Stiles’ left knee and pulls out all the way, not even the tip is inside, before thrusting back in. Hard.

Stiles’ breath gets forced out of him at the movement. This truly is hate sex, kinda. Derek said he didn’t hate Stiles, but he certainly doesn’t like him all that much. At least, not yet. Who knows what will stem from this. That’s something to think about when Derek isn’t pounding him into the mattress.

Derek delivers a thrust that nails Stiles’ prostate dead on and Stiles makes this super embarrassing sound, like a high-pitched keen. He knows he’s not going to live that down after this.

After that, Derek is consistent with the hard abuse on Stiles’ prostate, and Stiles is getting close to orgasm embarrassingly fast. He isn’t too sure he’ll be able to last much longer. Although, Derek doesn’t seem like he’s going to be able to either. If the grunts and groans he’s letting out are anything to go by.

“Unh, fuck. Derek-!”

“Yeah, you’re gonna come?”

Stiles frantically nods his head and grabs his own cock to start stroking himself. Derek thrusts harder if that’s even possible, and within a few seconds, Stiles is coming all over his stomach.

“Fuck, Stiles,” Derek groans and thrusts one, two, three more times before stopping with a deep, guttural moan. He almost sounds like an actual bear and Stiles can’t help the giggle that escapes him.

Derek gives him a weird look but his lip quirks up in a maybe sort of smile. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh nothing,” Stiles gives him a shit-eating grin.

And since it’s already been established that Derek is an asshole, he grinds and his cock brushes against Stiles’ oversensitive prostate causing Stiles’ whole body to convulse. He slaps Derek’s arm.

Derek pulls out and lets go of Stiles’ legs. They’re sore from being in the same position for so long but Stiles can’t even care. He’s sated and all he wants to do now is take a nap. Stiles stretches his whole body like a cat while Derek disposes of the condom.

“Okay, that was fun. If you want to annoy me, I’ll be in my room.” And with that, Derek walks out of Stiles’ room to go to his own.

Derek was definitely a dick, but Stiles could deal with him. Especially if they continue to fuck like that.

Holy (not) mother of god indeed.

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Pink Lace - Chapter 8

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader (feat. EXO members)

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, smut 

Tag list: @smolbeanmika @leave-me-in-the-summertime @totallynerdstuff @bbhmystar @nana-banana @kimyhappy @thegreatandi @geniusloey @deligxt @baekswifey @bbhyun506 @lovebuginlove @bellamendoza @baekyeonoreo @bobohumyonlyboo @wooya1224 @strawbaeri-s @xiuweetbbh

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For Baekhyun, the first half of the week was spent preparing. For the first date of all first dates. A first date that would be heart flutteringly romantic, yet private and comfortable. Exciting, but also intimate. Something where he could talk to you, where he could touch you if he wants, where nobody else could see and judge. But also somewhere where he wouldn’t be able to bend you over and take you if you decided to start teasing him again. That would need to wait until after the date, for which he also had big plans. 

 Endless phone calls were made. Flowers, chocolates, and champagne needed to be bought. His mind was set, this date would be nothing short of perfect. So perfect in fact, that you would have no choice but to fall for him the same way he’d fallen for you. The man was dedicated. 

First though, he needed to ask you in a way that would guarantee a yes Baekhyun, I would love to go on a date with you, and not just an ‘okay’. 

His first stop was the florist, owned by his friend Minseok. It was a quaint little shop where he knew he’d be able to get a perfect custom arrangement with all your favorite flowers. Little did you know Baekhyun had used his professor status to look up Mia’s school email, and had been in contact with her in order to make sure he got the best possible things to fit your preferences.  

“Lilies and roses, those are her favorites. As many of them as you’ll give me.”

Minseok ended up putting together a box, a wide white cylinder overflowing with lilies and roses in all shades of white, red, and pink. It was big, a bit extravagant, and quite expensive. But Baekhyun did not care, if anything he was trying to go as over the top as possible, to really show how much he cared and wanted to make this special. No purchase was too large, no gift too much. 

The chocolates were imported from Switzerland. A large box with endless flavor varieties, each one more delicious than the last. The last time he’d had them had been on vacation in Europe, and it was not so easy for him to get his hands on them outside of the EU. But after a few phone calls, he had them on their way over with 2-day shipping. 

Baekhyun wasn’t one to usually spend much money at all. Not because he didn’t have it, he just didn’t feel the need. He had a nice home and a nice car. There wasn’t anything he regularly bought, aside from food. Most purchases would either be related to movies and games online, or would be for his friends. 

But he loved spending money on you, because for the first time in his life there was a girl who cared about more than just his family’s wealth. You actually cared about him. He’d never wanted to spoil someone like this before out of fear that they might only stick around for the financial benefits, but that didn’t worry him when it came to you. He found it almost laughable that after so many years of dating ‘proper’ women, women his family would’ve liked, women who looked great on paper but brought him no excitement and used him for his money, he finally found someone who actually cared for him at a strip club. The universe sometimes works in mysterious ways, he told himself. 

Once the chocolates had arrived and he had acquired the flowers, it was time to get going. 

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Wednesday afternoon you and Mia decided to put away your homework for a while and bake something together. Apple pie was the agreed upon project for the day. You were in the process of slicing up the apples when you started to wonder just what was taking Baekhyun so long, after all he’d already told you he was going to ask you out. Why couldn’t he just do it? 

“I wonder why Baekhyun still hasn’t actually asked me on a date yet, he said he was going to on Saturday and it’s Wednesday. Do you think he might’ve changed his mind?” 

Mia had to work to hold back her smile. Not only did she know when he planned on coming to ask, she knew the exact flowers and chocolates he was bringing, as well as the date and time of the date itself, all of which Baekhyun had carefully discussed with her. 

“He definitely hasn’t changed his mind, that’s for sure. He’s probably just taking his time to make sure it’s special.” 

“He’s only asking me on a date. He could literally just text me. It’s not like I’ll say no anyway.” 

At that, Mia couldn’t help but crack up. Maybe that was the norm for college guys, but Baekhyun? Ask you in a text? After everything he’d done? It was laughable. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing!” Mia said and put two hands up in the air in defense, but you’d known your best friend for long enough to tell when she was lying. 

“You know something. Tell me.” You demanded, taking your apple slicing knife and pointing it towards her. 

“Get that away from me! And my lips are sealed, sorry.” 

No matter how much you annoyed her about it, she wasn’t going to tell you. Not only was she sworn to secrecy, she wanted you to enjoy the surprise. 

“Come on, did he say something to you? Just tell me.” 

“I’m not saying anything. You’ll just have to see, but I promise it’ll be worth the wait.” 

“You are so evil.” 

“You still love me” 

The pie was eventually assembled and put into the oven, at which point you returned back to your own room to continue doing homework. Mia stayed out in the living room, since she knew there was a guest arriving shortly. 

~

It was finally time for Baekhyun to go to your house to ask. After approximately 30 minutes of just making sure his hair looked right, he finally grabbed the chocolates and flowers and got on his way. 

It was a pretty warm day, but even with the AC blasting as high as it would go Baekhyun was still sweating. He knew you would say yes, but his hands felt slippery on the steering wheel of his car anyway. It had been almost 5 years since he had last done this, since he had asked a girl out. It had been even longer since he’d asked someone out that he was actually excited to spend time with, and really hoped would say yes. 

The closer he got to your home, the more nervous he became. He couldn’t even explain to himself why. He knew you were home, he knew you would say yes, he knew you were free the day he was going to take you out, and he knew he had the perfect gifts. This was exactly why he’d interrogated Mia via email for days, but when it actually came down to it he couldn’t help worrying. What if you were mad that it took him so long to ask and wouldn’t wanna go anymore? What if something came up last minute and you wouldn’t be able to? He wasn’t sure if his heart would be able to take a response like that. Especially since setting up the date itself had been a whole other story, one that not even Mia knew about. 

Baekhyun could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he got the chocolates and flowers out of his trunk and started walking up to your front door. When he knocked, Mia was the one to answer. 

“Hi Baekhyun!” She said, looking him up and down, and then to the flowers and chocolates he was holding, a wide grin on her face. “I’ll go get her.” 

You heard your name being yelled from the living room so you peeled your thighs off your desk chair and made your way into the common space to see Baekhyun, holding the most enormous flower arrangement you’d ever seen. 

Mia went to her room, leaving you standing before him, slightly flabbergasted. 

“Sorry I didn’t do this sooner, but can I take you out on Saturday?” He asked, peeking over the mountain of flowers that hid the bottom of his face. 

You immediately grinned and nodded enthusiastically, pulling Baekhyun through the doorway. You grabbed the flower arrangement and set it down on the coffee table before sitting down on the couch with him. 

“I would’ve asked days ago already but I wanted to bring these too and it takes a little while for them to get shipped from Switzerland.” 

The flowers had distracted you so much you hadn’t even noticed the box of chocolates he was holding as well. 

“Baekhyun this is crazy, how much did all of this cost?” 

He only rolled his eyes. “You know none of that matter, I just want to make you happy, okay? And you like them right?” 

“Well of course I love chocolate, and the flowers are beautiful, roses and lilies are my favorites.” 

“I know.” He grinned at you.

“I never told you that?” 

“I might’ve found your friend’s school email...” 

Your eyes widened. “You did not-” 

“Professors have access to every students files and that includes school email addresses, and you mentioned her a few times so I figured I would ask her some stuff.” His hand made its way to the back of his neck and he looked down at the ground nervously. “Sorry if that’s weird, I just wanted to make sure I’d get the right things and that you wouldn’t already be busy or anything.” 

You smiled “It’s alright, this is definitely the most anyone's ever done for me for a first date, or any date for that matter, sorry if I don’t really know how to act right now.” 

“Nobody’s ever bought you flowers or chocolates before? Really? Are those boys you go to school with that dumb?” 

“I don’t really date around much anyway, and maybe once or twice for valentines day or something, but definitely never like this.”

“Well you deserve to be showered in flowers and chocolates all the time.” He smiled and grabbed the box and untied the fancy looking ribbon holding it together, and removed the lid. “Try one, this stuff is crazy, no other chocolate has been the same since I first tried it on vacation in the alps a few years ago.”

Of course he went on fancy European vacations. You wondered if someday you’d get to tag along. 

He picked a piece and held it up to your mouth and you took it between your lips. He was right, it was amazing. 

“Oh my god this is so good. Holy shit.” He was right, this would pretty much ruin all other chocolate for you. 

He watched you as you finished eating it and placed a hand on your chin, bringing your eyes to meet his. “Give me a taste.” 

He pulled you in for a slow open mouthed kiss, savoring the flavor of the chocolate on your tongue and leaving you breathless. You weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to get used to the way he kissed you. He was so good at making you feel like your insides were melting with desire it felt almost dangerous. 

“You’re intoxicating, I could kiss you all day.” He said as he pulled away from the kiss just enough to speak. You could feel his breath on your face and his eyes as they bore into your own. 

“Oh come on you’re just saying that because of the chocolate.” You laughed as you pulled away further, face now a bright shade of pink. 

“The chocolate is amazing, but your lips are even better.”

“God you’re so cheesy.” You rolled your eyes at him, but he still just smiled back. “So where are you taking me Saturday?”

“It’s a surprise, I’ll pick you up here around 3:00 and it’ll be a bit of a drive but I promise it’ll be well worth it.” 

“Can you give me a hint at least? Will there be food? What should I wear?” 

“Yes there will be food, and just wear something comfortable and weather appropriate.”  He considered it for a moment, trying to think of something that wouldn’t be too obvious. “It’s an outdoor thing, and something I’m almost 100% sure you’ve never done before, but that’s all you’re getting out of me. I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“You’re so mean.” You pouted. “You make me wait for days and now you won’t even say where you’re taking me.” You really wondered what was so special that he couldn’t just tell you. It was only a first date so it wouldn’t be anything that extravagant anyway right? 

“Once you see you’ll understand why I want to keep it secret, just trust me, okay?” You rolled your eyes again, “Hey, y/n, look at me.” 

He put his hand on your thigh before giving you a serious look. “I know this might not seem like that big of a deal to you, but it’s been over 5 years since I’ve taken someone out like this, and even longer since I’ve been this excited to. I just, I really want to make this special, so can you trust me?”  

You gave him a soft smile and a nod. “Of course, I'm impatient is all... And I haven’t really done this in a while either...” 

“It’s really shocking to me how someone as beautiful as you doesn’t have a constant stream on boys trying to take you out.” You chucked, and thought back to Lucas and how he’d asked you to a party. 

“Me and college boys don’t really mix well, I’m not someone who enjoys big parties and they usually aren’t really interested in getting to know me anyway, or once they do they realize I’m just a boring STEM major. You saw that guy Lucas, I’m sure he was just hoping I’d go party with him and get wasted enough to end up in his bed. No thank you.” 

“He was so pushy too.” Baekhyun said as his face fell into a frown at the unpleasant memory. 

“Boys will ask me out sometimes, sure, but it’s always just to a party or a movie or something, somewhere you can’t really have any kind of meaningful conversation anyway, so I assume they just want to sleep with me. And I’m not really interested in that.” 

“You seemed more than happy to let me rail you in my office last week.” Baekhyun laughed, making your face blush an even deeper shade of red.

“That’s different!” You said in defense, giving a light slap to his shoulder. “You’re not some college boy, and we have technically known each other for a while already.” 

Baekhyun had a wide smile plastered on his face again, “Doesn’t change the fact that I’m the one who had to keep it from happening.” 

“Which I still think was pretty lame of you...” 

He caught your eyes again, before leaning in to whisper in your ear, “Baby I’ll make sure that was worth the wait too.” 

You shivered, and as soon as he had pulled away you couldn’t help but throw your arms around him and pull him into another kiss. He quickly deepened the kiss and pulled you onto his lap. The two of you sat like that for a while, exploring each other’s mouths, enjoying the closeness and intimacy of it. Eventually you ended up laying down next to one another, still kissing lazily in each other’s embrace. You knew better than to escalate it into anything sexual now, so you just enjoyed the softness of his lips on yours and his arms wrapped around your waist. 

After some time Baekhyun had to go, and you thanked him again for the chocolates and flowers. As soon as he closed the door behind him, Mia emerged from her bedroom. 

“See! I told you he’d ask soon! Also, he’s even cuter in person.” She giggled and you laughed in agreement. 

“Did he seriously email you about me? What all did he say?” 

“He asked about your favorite everything pretty much, when you’d be home this week for him to ask you, when you’d have time over the weekend, all that. I assumed you wouldn’t mind missing work for the date so I told him Saturday night.” 

“Was there anything else? Any idea where he’s taking me?”

“No, I asked but he wouldn’t tell me either. It was really cute though, the way he was talking about you. He’s seriously whipped.” 

“You don’t say.” You laughed gesturing towards the huge flower arrangement and box of chocolates still on the coffee table. 

“You have to tell me where he takes you, I’m really curious. Did he tell you anything?” 

“Just that it’s outdoors and I don’t need to dress fancy.”

You could tell Mia was thinking, trying to figure what it might be the same way you had. “A picnic maybe?” 

“That feels almost not fancy enough for him, but I don’t know. I really can’t think of anything outdoorsy that nice.” 

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to find out! Come on, let’s cut into this pie.” 

The evening was spent eating pie, and with Mia showing you Baekhyun’s emails to her. They made you feel like your heart might explode from the sweetness and consideration he had when planning everything. He’d even made sure to get you milk chocolate rather than dark chocolate. There were a plethora of other seemingly unrelated questions as well, including your favorite snack foods, colors, and more. You felt a little bad for how much he’d asked her about. 

As the hours went by, you were looking forward to the date more and more.

 Saturday afternoon couldn’t arrive soon enough. 

Next Chapter

A/N: Sorry this one is late and a bit short, but the next update will be *much* more exciting I promise ;) 

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[aotfilled]

Jealousy Killed the Cat

summary: you and dom!eren are secretly friends with a lot of benefits, but what happens after the tension that has clouded your mind finally snaps during a night out with your friend group? (modern!au, college!au)

warnings: spanking, degradation, intoxication (alcohol & marijuana), unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), rope play, choking

! nsfw !

The club was filled with a lively buzz, with colorful lights flashing every few milliseconds to add to the tipsy feeling you were already experiencing.

The week you had was far from easy, so when your group of friends invited you to Club Rose, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Even though your friendship with Eren Jaeger, a close friend within your immediate friend group, had been filled with sexual? tension lately.

You knew it was wrong, all the intimacy you two had been sharing with no label and no commitment. The way you both hid it from your friends felt even more wrong, but to be honest, the secrecy was one of the best parts for the both of you. The way you quietly tip toed out of your apartment you shared with your best friend, Sasha, in order to sneak out to meet Eren. Or the way you couldn’t lay your phone on a table around your girl friends because of the dirty texts you might receive from one of their best friends.

But lately, Eren had been distant. Angry, even. You hadn’t talked to him in almost two weeks, and when you saw him at the local coffee shop on your university’s campus, he gave you a quick eyebrow shrug and pushed past you without a word.

This interaction had pissed you off in more than one way and you weren’t willing to reach out and uncover the reason he was acting like a two year old. So, you let him be and decided that some space was probably for the best. The feelings you were developing were undeniable, no matter how hard you tried to develop them. The way Eren pleased you would have anyone falling for him, it was just unfortunate that he happened to be your best friend since high school.

But, whether he liked it or not, he would be seeing you tonight. In a tight, silky black dress that shimmered when the club lights hit it right. Your hair fell lightly around your collarbones and grazed the dip in your back. You had no doubt that more than one guy, or girl, would approach you tonight, but your eyes were focused on one brunette only.

You sat at a high table with a fruity drink in your hand. Mikasa and Sasha sat on your sides, their shoulders grazing yours every few seconds as they spoke about their week with school. Annie sat across you, with her arms crossed and a bored expression. Ymir and her girlfriend Historia smiled tranquilly as they spoke in hushed whispers every few minutes, obviously sharing some inside jokes while everyone talked.

The girls had agreed to meet at Club Rose before the guys of the group showed up, deciding that it was best for you guys to pregame a bit to loosen your nerves for the night. Clubbing wasn’t an every weekend thing, usually your friend group just gathered at someone’s apartment and drank or smoked there, but every once in a while everyone liked to get dressed up to enjoy a night out.

The pinkish drink in your hand had already begun it’s affects, with your head feeling slightly lighter and a small smile permanently plastered on your face.

After about 15 minutes, Sasha got a buzz from Connie, who informed her that him, Jean, and Armin were making their way through the doors. Your mind filled with thoughts about Eren. Where was he? Was he taking his own car for a reason? Did he plan to take someone home?

Almost as quickly as they came, your thoughts vanished when you felt a hand meet your lower back. Your eyes fluttered up, hoping to see the familiar emerald eyes that you had been longing for all week.

Instead, you were met with the eyes of your close friend Jean, who pulled you in for a hug after greeting Sasha and Mikasa with a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey Jeany boy.” You said with a smile and turned your head back to the table with a small pang in your chest. Of course it wasn’t Eren’s hand.

“How are my favorite ladies tonight?” Connie waved over the waiter to get a drink as he directed the attention to our table. Annie nodded and Ymir gave a quick thumbs up. “School sucks.” You exclaimed, but flashed a smile nonetheless.

As Connie and Armin spoke about a class they shared together, your mind trailed off as your finger circled the rim of your glass.

Your mind flashed to a few weeks ago, when Eren had texted you in the middle of the night. Your eyes were heavy, but lifted your head to see the notification anyways.

“I’m outside.”

His text was brief, but you knew what it meant. This had happened once before, but you were met with a car full with Armin, Jean, and Connie who had a preroll waiting for you in the backseat. But this time was different, and you knew it.

You slid out of bed and peaked out the blinds of your window. Sure enough, Eren was parked outside with his lights dimmed and music turned down.

You slipped into a pair of boxers gifted to you by Sasha and an oversized t-shirt that hung at your mid-thigh. You caught a glance at yourself in the mirror and concluded that the least you could do was run a brush through your hair.

After cleaning up and throwing on a pair of socks, you quietly made your way through the dark hallways of your apartment with your sneakers in your hand. You made sure to shuffle past Sashas room, even though it was obvious that she was out cold by the sound of her white noise blaring.

As you made your way outside, your heart fluttered with excitement. Erens muscular figure was dark inside his sports car, but as he rolled down the window, you could see a faint smile on his face.

Climbing into his car, the indefinite smell of weed indulged your senses, along with the soft sound of rap music coming from his radio.

“Hey YN.” Eren found your face in the dark, a hand coming to rest on your thigh as he took off down the street.

You remember the way his eyes met yours, a soft, yet predatory look in them that sent shivers down your spine and settled in your abdomen. You could feel heat pool in your lower stomach as you watched him drive, his large hand gripping the wheel. The same hand that would later be choking you as he flicked his tongue over your most sensitive spots..

“YN.” Your eyes snapped up to find Armin staring at you, along with the rest of the group eyeing you suspiciously.

“Yeah what’s up?” You said with a sheepish smile, redness spreading across your cheeks.

Connie and Armin exchanged a glance. “Did you smoke before you came?” They questioned with a light chuckle. Mikasa snorted and Sasha poked your rib lightly.

“No I didn’t,” you exchanged a laugh, “Sorry I was just zoning out. It’s loud in here y’know.” You explained with a shrug that seemed to please the group enough to move their attention away from you.

“Anyways,” Jean said with an exaggerated tone. “Where’s Eren?”

Your head perked up at the name and your eyes shuffled around the group to see who would answer. “He told me he’d be here in 5.” Armin answered.

Almost on command, the tall brunette made his way through the club entrance. His face was expressionless, his eyes shifting from the dance floor to your group of friends at the table.

He grabbed a dark bottle from the bar and made his way through the club.

“Hi Erennnn!” Sasha said with a toothy grin, followed by “hi’s” from the rest of the group.

You gave Eren a nod, with a small smile in order to avoid the exposure of annoyance you felt with Eren to the rest of the group.

“Where you been?” Mikasa nudged her friend.

“What does it matter to you?” Eren gave a small snicker, which resulted in an eye roll from Mikasa.

At this point, you decided a second drink was definitely necessary. As you slid off your barstool and padded towards the bar, and could smell the faint scent of weed lingering off of Eren. Your heart sunk. Did he smoke with someone? Or alone?

You decided it wouldn’t matter by the end of the night, and ordered 3 tequila shots for you and your friends. There’s nothing more you wanted to do right now than get plastered in the middle of this club, and leave Eren to watch.

“Guess what I got!” You exclaimed in a singsong voice as you placed the two shots in front of Sasha and Mikasa.

“Good God.” Mika said with a heavy laugh. “This is why you’re the best, YN.” Sasha planted a kiss on your cheek and took the shot in her hand.

You caught Eren’s eyes on you, he was trying to figure you out. Eren knew you didn’t like to drink nearly as much as you liked to smoke. You always complained about the after effects of drinking, and about how you lost yourself in the drink almost every single time. He knew what you were doing.

The three shot glasses clinked, and they were washed down the hatch. Mika’s face scrunched in disgust, Sasha’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as she indulged in the bitter taste, and you closed your eyes with fake pleasure.

“We gotta get some.” Connie elbowed Eren and Jean, Armin nodding along. “Come with me Jean.” Connie insisted as the two boys left the table.

“So Eren how were classes this week?” You asked with a naive smile, a newfound confidence appeared in your stomach after your first shot.

He shot you a look, his emerald eyes flashed a hungry expression as he measured the way your dress clung to your body. You noticed, but Eren didn’t know that.

“They’re fine.” His blank response told you to not ask anymore questions, and you were fine with that. I’m not chasing someone who doesn’t want to be chased.

After a few moments, Connie and Jean returned with more shots for the entire group.

Your face lit up at the sight, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Fuck yeah.” Sasha exclaimed, gripping a glass in her fingers.

Jean slid one towards Annie, who shook her head in disgust.

“Fine, i’ll take it.” You took her shot, now one in both hands.

Eren glanced at you. You turned your heads towards him, your chin tilted up to level with his tall figure. “What?” You asked with a daring smirk. He shook his head and turned back towards the table.

“On three!” Armin shouted. The countdown began, and on three everyone tipped their heads back to get their drink down. You quickly took the second shot without a hesitation.

“Damn YN!” Jean said with a proud smile, his hand wrapping around your shoulder.

Your vision felt fuzzy and your legs grew light. This night would be good, with or without Eren’s body on yours.

——————————————————————————

The next hour was filled with tipsy laughs and playful jokes. Your friend group was having fun, everyone’s heads feeling lighter after the rough week.

Your eyes kept shifting towards Eren, like it was natural. He didn’t even have to be talking, but his muscular figure automatically attracted your attention like glue.

He hadn’t paid any mind to you all night. Anger flared in your chest with each glance you stole at him while he sipped on his drink, acting oblivious to your looks.

You decided it was time to show him up.

“Let’s dance.” You looped your arm through Connie and Jeans elbows, their pink cheeks lighting up at the thought of dancing, especially with you.

You could acknowledge that the majority of your friend group thought you were attractive and would jump on you in a heartbeat if you were just some random stranger at the club. You didn’t mind admitting that the rest of your group didn’t lack in the attractiveness department either.

You pulled Jeans hand around your waist, beckoning Mika and Sasha to join you with a wave of your hand.

Sasha hurriedly jumped off her seat, dragging Mika by her hand to the dance floor.

Loud pop music blared from the speakers, and suddenly the tipsy feeling turned into more of a drunk feeling.

The alcohol boosted your confidence with ease as you fell back onto Connie, your back grazing his chest as you twirled Jean around like a princess. Your actions resulted in a hefty laugh from Connie, his vibrations pulsing through his chest and onto your bare back.

You knew this wasn’t quite enough to make Eren as jealous as you were intending. So, you resorted to the one thing that would really make Eren pay attention to you.

You slipped away from Jean and Connie, letting the two, drunken goofy boys dance next to each other.

You spotted Mika’s dark hair next to Sasha and looped your fingers around her wrist. “Sorry Sash, I’m going to steal her for a second.” You apologized with a wink and pointed towards Jean and Connie, motioning for Sasha to join them.

The colorful lights splashed across you and Mika’s faces, suddenly closer than you intended. You backed towards the center of the floor, making sure you were visible to where Eren sat next to Annie and Armin.

You hoped what happened next would be okay with Mikasa.

Your arm fell over Mika’s shoulder and around to the back of her neck, allowing for almost no space to slip between your bodies. You gave a tilt of your head, silently asking permission to continue.

Mika chuckled and gripped your wrist in her other hand, dragging your other arm around to the back of her neck, where it met your other hand.

She spun you around, your back pinned against her chest as she moved up and down to the rhythm booming through the speaker above your heads.

Suddenly, like lightning, your eyes met Eren’s.

There was almost no indication of jealousy. But, he gave it away with the way his teeth hooked into his bottom lip. It proved that he was seething with anger and jealousy as he watched his two high school best friends rub against each other like long lost lovers.

You flashed him a wide grin, pulling Mika’s head down into your neck, where she grazed the crook of your neck with her lips.

Eren got up instantly, walking towards the dance floor.

Your heart raced, almost beating out of your chest. Was he really going to pull you away from Mika? In front of all his friends?

The tall brunette walked straight past you.

That bastard.

Instead of going to you, he picked out a random girl from the crowd who was dancing with her friend. Her hair was bright blond and her brown eyes twinkled from the lights.

Holy fuck.

Eren pulled the girl to a corner of the floor, spinning her around as she danced on him like a rabid dog. It was like she was his prize, and she knew it. Her blonde hair bounced and flicked while she giggled and swayed with the music.

Mika felt the falter in your movements, and looked up to match where your eyes trailed off. “Looks like Eren found his toy for tonight.” She said with a sigh.

“Ew gross, don’t say it like that.” You tried to lighten the conversation with a small laugh. But you couldn’t help but feel the sadness creeping into your chest.

“I’m going to grab another drink, you want anything?” You squeezed Mika’s wrist. “No thanks, I’m good.” She returned a soft smile and shuffled her way over to Connie and Sasha, who looked deeply involved in a dance battle within a circle of people.

The pain in your chest couldn’t allow you to think about how cute and fun your friends were being in the moment. Instead, you made your way off the dance floor and over to the bar, where you sat silently. You didn’t even feel like actually ordering another drink.

After a few minutes, a large hand rested on your shoulder.

Expecting it to be Jean again, you rolled your eyes and turned your eyes to your hands.

“What do you want Jean?” The exhaustion in your voice gave away the sadness that infested your body.

“What the fuck was that about?”

A familiar breath grazed your ear, the hair around it slightly blowing to the side. If you hadn’t been indulged in your own feelings, you would’ve picked up on the signature scent of marijuana that Eren tends to carry around.

You didn’t even want to look him, let alone give him the time of day after the shit he pulled with that annoying blonde girl.

“What do you want, Eren?” You repeated your earlier question, but instead replaced Jeans name with bitter anger dripping off your tongue.

His hand snaked from your shoulder to the back of your neck, his familiar cold rings sweeping across your skin. The act sent goosebumps fleeing across your back and thighs.

“All I have to do is touch you to turn you on. Pathetic.” He spat out his words like they had a bad taste.

“Get the fuck off of me and go bang your new blonde girlfriend.” You stood up, the sudden irritation fueled by your own mentioning of his girl toy for the night.

Eren casually stepped in front of you, his silhouette looming over you like a predator with its prey. “Who said you can speak to me like that.” His emerald eyes flicked with anticipation, anger, excitement?

“You heard what I said.” Suddenly, you found yourself missing the courage you had just a few seconds ago. Your voice trailed off as you finished your sentence. Replacing it was a small squeak that you wish you never let out.

Eren gave you a light shove back into your barstool, hopping into the one across from you. His knee drove your legs slightly apart, giving him a good enough chance to glance at your underwear if he wanted to take it.

“You know.. there seems to be punishment for brats who act like whores.” Eren’s words made you flinch. “Trying to make me jealous? With Mikasa? Are you fucking stupid?”

Wether you wanted to admit it to yourself or not, his degradation caused heat to grow in your lower stomach and gather in your panties. Fuck, why did you have to wear grey colored underwear?

Eren narrowed his eyebrows and squinted his eyes. He scoffed. How did he know exactly what you were thinking just by meeting your eyes with his?

“You’re serious?” The side of his mouth slowly twitched into a smile. “You’re getting turned on by me calling you a whore?”

With the last word, he stood up.

“A brat?” He moved closer to you. The only thing stopping his leg from touching your clothed heat was the barstool you sat on.

“N-no.” You stuttered, forcing yourself to swallow the saliva that built up in your throat.

Eren’s hand met the armrest on your chair. “You know how bad people want to fuck you, YN? Jean? Connie?” His words sent your vision blurry.

You knew your friends found you attractive, but fuckable? Since when?!

“They talk about you like you’re a trophy. Sitting pretty, waiting for someone to snatch you up and take you home to sit on their shelf.”

You knew what shelf meant. And it did not mean the thing you use to hold your books.

“You know what? I’m sure if they found out how much of a cockslut you are, they wouldn’t hesitate to fuck you until you couldn’t walk.” Eren looked disgusted now, but his free hand began to roam.

It trailed up your leg, fingers slipping into the slit of your dress that had become far too hiked up for your liking. You realize your grey thong was very, very visible.

“But they couldn’t fuck you like I do.” With that, you felt a presence over your shoulder.

“Hey guys! What’s up? I was wondering where YN went, she disappeared off the dance floor and I couldn’t find her.”

It was Connie. Damn you Connie.

“Yeah I guess she stumbled back over to the bar. She was just asking me to take her home, I think that third shot hit her hard. Right YN?” Eren looked down at you, a shadow falling over his eyes.

You cleared your throat, this was your chance to either stay and party till 1am with your best friends, or let Eren take you home and fuck you senseless.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling kind of sick. I think I’m going to head home and crash.”

You chose the latter decision.

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You hugged your friends goodnight and told them you’d text them when you got home to make sure you arrived safe. They all trusted that Eren would make sure you got home.

Eren practically dragged you out of the bar, with a tight grip on your wrist. His rings would definitely leave a bruise for the next day or two.

He unlocked his car, not even bothering to open the car door for you like he would normally do in this situation.

The dialogue on the way to your apartment was pretty much silent, except for the small taps that Eren’s rings made on his steering wheel as he matched them to the beat of the loud rap coming from his radio.

Eren always enjoyed loud music. It helped him forget his emotions, which he usually found someway to do. It just happened that music was the easiest. That’s the same reason he enjoys going clubbing with everyone. That and he gets to see you in the smallest clothing you own.

The drunken feeling still lingered, but definitely less strong than before.

He parked in the parking lot of your apartment complex. This meant he was coming inside.

“Get out.” He said swiftly, climbing out of his car and closing the door with a huff.

Eren locked the car and followed you up the stairs, into your apartment.

You unlocked the door, your hands gently shaking from the amount of alcohol and adrenaline rushing through your system.

As Eren stepped inside, you shut and locked the door behind him. You turned to walk further into your apartment, but you were greeted with Eren’s figure blocking your way.

You bumped into him chest first. “Uhm-“ Your eyes trailed up his body. God did he look good tonight. He had on loose-fitting black jeans with a tighter white shirt and a brown-yellow flannel. And of course, his favorite Nike sneakers.

Out of what felt like seemingly nowhere, his hand met your throat. He took a strong step forward, sending your back into the door behind you.

You know you couldn’t fight in this position, not that you even wanted to.

“E-Eren.” Both of your small hands reached up to grab at the wrist that was choking you. Eren shut that down immediately, grasping both of your wrists in one hand and pressing them above your head.

Fuck, why was he so strong?

There was no telling what he was going to do to you.

“Do you know how angry it makes me?” His face was close to yours now, the smell of alcohol dripping off of both of your tongues and mixing together in the air.

“How angry what makes you?” You managed to squeak out as you squeezed your eyes in an effort to blink the alcohol-induced blurriness out of your eyes.

“Seeing all of my friends, except me, get to touch on you. They all enjoy it so much. They don’t even know how I make you feel.” Eren growled as he dipped his head to the side of your face, his lips almost grazing your ear.

Your legs began to falter at the overstimulation he was causing you. Your arms were tired and heavy from being pinned above your head, and his grip on your throat felt as if it was getting tighter every second.

“Your legs are already shaking for me. God, you’re such a slut.” Eren pushed off of you, releasing his grip from your throat and wrists.

Your legs buckled from the sharp inhale of oxygen your lungs made you take. The door aided you on your slide down to the ground.

“At least they touch me..”

You knew it was dangerous. You knew the game you were playing would end up in you getting rounds of punishments for weeks. But you didn’t care, not in this moment anyways.

Eren’s back was towards you, but he stopped in his tracks at the statement you made.

A slow, hypnotic laugh erupted from his throat. It would’ve scared you if the wetness in your pants wasn’t clogging your entire mind.

“Get up. Now.” Eren demanded.

You sighed, using the doorknob to help yourself up.

Quickly, as if in a rush, Eren strode over to you. He placed his hands on either side of your waist and hoisted you over his shoulder, like a rag doll.

He moved without faltering his steps, like you weighed absolutely nothing on his shoulder. Your ass stuck in the air, fully exposing anything you were not-so attempting to hide since you got home.

As he opened the door to your room, Eren tossed you onto your bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, like he was waiting for something.

“Er-“ You opened your mouth to speak but was met with Eren’s hand on your throat again. He removed his hand and grabbed your arms, leading you off the bed to stand in front of his sitting figure.

“Bend over my knees.” He said, his face blank and expressionless.

“What?” You almost scoffed. “You’re gonna spank me like a-“ You pursed your lips together when Eren started shaking his head, a smirk growing on his face.

“Are you questioning me?”

You gulped, leaning your torso over Eren’s lap, your ass in the air. You struggled to pull your dress down, and in the struggle you felt Eren’s hand grab your wrist again.

This time, he pinned both your hands on your back, like he had his own personal handcuffs.

“Stop fixing your dress like you weren’t asking for this all night like a whore.” He pressed your arms into your back, causing a sharp hiss to escape your lips.

His free hand traveled over the back of your thighs, slowly lifting the bottom of your dress until it bunched just over your ass. Everything was his to take now.

He rubbed his fingers over your clothed clit, a way to see your pretty legs buckle at his touch.

“P-please Eren..” You begged, your back arching at the faintest touch he gave you.

“Shut the fuck up.” Eren continued to play with your pussy, sliding his fingers through your folds and dragging the wetness to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You whimpered as he teased and played. You were about to start kicking and begging when Eren suddenly slips your damp panties off. In one move he bundles them up and stuffs them into your parted mouth, muffling your mewls of pleasure.

You feel a moment of hesitation from Eren, but you fail to crane your neck to see what he’s doing. A loud cracking sound erupts into the room, followed by a sharp stinging sensation on your ass.

“Fuck.” You mumble, biting down on the underwear in your mouth.

“You have 4 of those, since you made me jealous 4 times tonight.”

Without taking a moment to even massage the swelling lump, Eren brings another hand onto your other asscheek.

Your knees buckle, then bend in pain. You slump even further over Eren’s lap, with your toes barely touching the floor. The cold air instantly relieves the burning feeling, but soon another slap follows.

You couldn’t help it, but your thighs grew more and more slick with each spank.

“God you’re so pathetic. Look at you, getting wet by me spanking you like a little girl.” Eren gathered some of your wetness on his middle finger. He tilted his head to meet your eyes, which welled with tears of pain and pleasure.

“Here,” Eren removed the panties from your mouth. He pushed his middle finger into your mouth to replace the underwear, forcing you to taste your own arousal.

“I want to hear how you react to the last one.” Eren took out his finger and placed his hand on the burning spot of your ass. He kneaded it gently, but soon all of his mercy was gone.

Eren winded his hand back, sending it flying back down onto your ass. You let out a loud whimper, followed by small sobs.

“I would say you were a good girl for taking those, but you deserved them.” Eren purred into your ear.

You rubbed your thighs together, the desire of friction on your clit was unbearable. You struggled against his firm hand on your wrists.

“Ah-ah. You’re not breaking free just yet.” Eren traced the outline of your pussy, very obviously teasing the area where you needed his fingers the most.

You managed to cry out a beg. “Please I need your fingers- anything Eren please.” You hiccuped.

A low chuckle sounded from Eren as he pressed into the bundle of nerves that were pleading to be touched.

Your body reacted by lunging forward, making it look like you were trying to escape.

“Hey.” Eren’s firm voice rang in your ears. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He released the grip on your wrists and laced his fingers through the roots of your hair, pulling back with a firm tug.

A mewl escaped your lips. You stuck your ass further in the air, the chilly breeze of the fan hitting your pussy’s wet flaps.

“Fine. Get up.” Eren brought you to your feet, your legs wobbling as you tried to sit down on the bed.

You fell back onto your bed, staring at the ceilings intricate details as your brain fogged with arousal and anticipation.

“I’ll be back. Don’t move.” Eren exited your room and you heard the front door close.

Where the fuck did he go?

Personally, you were okay with getting a moments rest to observe the red welp on your ass in the body mirror next to your bed. You winced at the feeling of your cold fingers tracing over it.

The front door opened again.

Soon, Eren returned to your room with two red ropes in his hands.

Jesus, could he get any more kinky?

“Eren..?” Your voice trailed off with a questionable tone.

He made his way over to your bed, standing above you with both ropes in his hand.

“Take your dress off.” The demand made you hesitate, but cooperate nonetheless. You were left in nothing but the black lace bra that Eren had voiced once before that he loved.

“You wore it just for me, huh?” He said with a cocked eyebrow. You gave a small smile in confirmation. “Hmph.” Eren gave a small laugh. “Take it off too.”

You obeyed.

He grabbed one of your wrists and began looping the rope over it. “Is this okay?” He stopped for a moment, his voice softening with genuine care.

You nodded, gulping at the way he tightened the loop over your wrist. He dragged the other end to the top of your bed, tying it to the tall bedpost.

He repeated the action with the other hand, leaving you completely open to whatever he wanted to do.

“Seeing you like this makes me go insane. Even more than when I saw you all over Connie and Jean.” He lowered himself in front of your face.

“I-I’m sorry, Eren.” You hiccuped, pushing your knees together from the slight feeling of embarrassment of being completely exposed to him.

“It’s too late for apologies, YN.”

Eren planted a kiss on your collarbone, trailing them down till he reached your lower stomach. Biting your lip in hesitation, you tried to shift yourself further up the bed.

Eren gripped your hip in an attempt to keep you from moving. A small yelp left your lips.

He moved towards your heat, his breath causing goosebumps to spread across your entire body.

“Ah- Shit Eren.” You said with a high pitched groan. He connected his lips with your clit, a low laugh sent vibrations through the entire lower half of your body.

You bucked your hips, allowing more of your heat to meet his lips.

“So eager..” Eren purred, slipping a finger into you.

You bit down on your lip, muffling the whimpers that tried to leave your throat.

Eren began pumping two fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. You tried to stifle the howls of pleasure but they slipped right through your lips. Eren knew how to make you feel euphoric.

As he drove his fingers in and out of you, Eren massaged your clit with his thumb.

You were easily brought close to your climax, and Eren could sense it approaching by your loud whimpers and weak legs.

“Fuck Daddy please keep going,” You begged. You could feel Eren’s movements delay by the nickname you called him. But without hesitation, he drove you to your first of many climaxes.

“There you go. Cum for me baby, you got it.” Eren praised.

He was relentless through your high, continuing to pump and knead your sensitive cunt. You squirmed under Eren, trying your best to avoid the overstimulation that he was about to cause.

Eren pulled his fingers out of you, creating a space between you and him as he stepped back.

“You’re so beautiful.” He leaned in and planted a kiss on your jaw. “You’re a good girl when you want to be.”

The compliment made your heart soar and your back arch.

“Please fuck me Eren..”

Without delay, you heard the sound of Eren’s belt unclasp. Excitement filled your body and leaked from between your thighs.

Eren ran his length through your folds, dragging your arousal over his own dick. “Shit..” his voice trailed off as he lined himself at your entrance.

He plunged into your small cunt with no mercy. You let out a loud hiss, followed by continuous whines and moans as Eren stroked himself in and out of you.

“You take me so good, YN.”

After several minutes you began to feel the spring in your stomach start to contract and you felt yourself on the verge of your next release. Eren’s inconsistent groans and inhales told you he was close as well.

“Finish in me-“ your breath hitched as you struggled to let the words out. All you wanted was to feel all of Eren inside of you.

The next few seconds were filled with loud sighs and whines as both you and Eren finished together.

As he fell over you, pulling out, you glanced over to the clock that sat on your nightstand. It read 1:12AM.

Oh shit, Sasha is going to be home soon...

As if on command, you heard the front door swing open, followed by the sound of dangling car keys being set down on your kitchen table.

“YN! Your dumbass left the door open!” Sasha called from downstairs. Snickers from Connie and Jean trailed behind.

Well, fuck.

#eren x y/n #eren smut #aot #attack on titan eren #eren jäger #attack on titan #eren jeager x reader #eren x reader #shingeki no kyojin #anime

[mindofharry]

here’s some vampire harry!!!!! pls treat him with the love and respect he deserves <3

“Honey, this is just water under the bridge” Your mother, Joanne, reassured you. She placed a rogue piece of hair behind your ear. You were both sitting on your bed, cuddling like you were 10 years old again. Getting fired, from your dream job for no apparent reason at all has basically broken you. Your mother is trying to reassure you, that it was meant to happen - that everything happens for a reason. You just want your job back.

“We’ll start job hunting again, next week. Ok?” Joanne said, you sighed and rolled over on your sighed. Your mum rubbed your back and took all the dirty cups from your room with her as she left your room.

You tried to sleep, to try and forget everything that had just happened that afternoon. But, your mind was occupied and too busy. So you decided you better start looking for some jobs, even interviews. Even though you still live with your mum, you still need money. Not just for yourself, but your mum too. All the money that comes into the house is coming from you and the jobs you have. You were finally comfortable with money, for the first in your life. But the world just really hated you at the moment.

You walk over your desk and sit down, opening up the second hand laptop you bought yourself for christmas. It’s nothing special like a mac, but it does the job. Once you’re logged in, you open google and type in ‘JOBS IN MY AREA’. You didn’t go to college and you barley passed high school, you’ll be lucky if you even get a job at the local book store.

You needed to stop this, punishing yourself. It’s not your fault, you remind yourself.

Nearly falling asleep at your desk, you decided to head to bed. Tomorrow will be better.

**

Tomorrow is not better. It’s worse than yesterday. You couldn’t even bare to open your laptop after being so disappointed last night. And you’re mum kept trying to reassure you, but you felt responsible for this.

Your mum couldn’t work, she’s not well and she’s in denial about it. She goes to AA meetings and talks with therapists, but she just can’t stay sober. You’ve tried to get her into working, but she manages to fuck it up everytime. Your mum is good mother, she took care of you and did the best she could. But sometimes you just wished she’d just stay sober, for even a week. So you could be a normal 19 year old, go out for drinks and hang out with friends. But you know she’s not a normal mum. And that’s something you just have to live with.

“Morning, love” Joanne said sipping on her ‘tea’. You knew it was alcohol so you gave her a pointed look.

She sighed and poured the drink down the sink. “Good, now go brush your teeth and we can talk” you say pulling your hair up. You mother shook her head and sighed. “I’m the mum here, Y/N. Don’t treat me like i’m the teenager” she said and you laughed. Really? This is how today’s going to go? the universe really hates me, you thought.

“You just hid vodka from me mum” you say and she sighed walking over and kissing your temple. “I’m sorry, ok? I’m trying, lovey” she said and you could tell how hard she was trying to keep together. you nodded and smiled, this was going to be a good day. Bite your tongue, Y/N.

“Yeah, i know. Now go get ready, i need help job hunting” you say and she nodded making her way out of the kitchen and up to her room. You sighed and put the kettle on. You walked into the pantry and took the vodka she had opened and poured it down the sink. Let’s see how long it takes her to notice.

You sat down with your cup of tea and one for your mum, opening up the paper and your laptop.

When your mum came back in, she looked a lot nicer and healthier. The shower did her good.

“So i saw someone looking for an assistant on facebook” Your mum said logging into her facebook on your laptop. You smiled to yourself, she really cared about you. “His name is harry i think, something along the lines of needing someone to sort out his schedule which you’re pretty good at” she said showing you the post. A few, actually a lot, of people had already liked the post and there was people sharing their CVs in the comments begging for a chance. You didn’t have the heart to tell your mum that this person wasn’t going to accept you.

“I mean, you can apply for other jobs but i think it’s perfect for you” She said biting her nip nervously. You nodded smiling in reassurance. “Yeah, it’s perfect mum. Thank you, i’ll try and get an interview. I also found a cleaning job too, so that’s good. Both jobs look like they pay well” you say with a shrug.

Joanne nodded and kissed your temple. “You’ll get a job. Don’t worry about it.”

After sending your CV to multiple possible bosses, you shut your laptop and turn your phone off of silent. Job hunting is a pain in the ass and exhausting, all you can do now is make lunch and hope for the best.

**

You were braiding your mothers hair when you got the call. You were both having a girly night as your mum hadn’t drank a sip of alcohol all day, it was definitely something to celebrate.

“Is this Y/N L/N i’m speaking with?” the voice asked, he sounded so bright and chipper. And he was irish too.

“This is her! how can i help you?” you asked and the man cleared his throat and paused for a second. “I’m offering you a job. the job” he said and you almost dropped your phone. You put it on your leg, on speaker so your mum could hear and you could multitask. You brushed the ends of your mum hair and let out a shaky breath.

“Do i need to come in for an interview?”

“Well, me and the boss would like to get to know you, get a feel of how you work on your own and with help. just like a test run, but if i’m being honest the is yours” he said and you could almost cry. “You’re exactly the kind of person Harry, my boss is looking for Y/N” he said.

“I’m niall by the way, i’m harry’s personal assistant” Niall said and you smiled.

“Well, when can i come in?”

After settling some stuff with Niall, who is kind of your boss too you were free to hang up. your mum squealed and pulled you into the tightest hug ever. “I told you, everything happens for a reason! you were exactly who they were looking for, babe” your mother said caressing your cheeks. You kissed her temple and nodded.

“You’re the best, you know that?” You said and your mum shrugged. “Eh, i’m okay” she giggled, you sat back down on the couch.

“Lay down, mum. We’ve got it sorted now”

You were going in to the offices, or as what niall called STYLES x MALIK, harry styles and zayn malik are both the bosses of the fashion company they both created. They have a headquarters in the states, but they’re just starting up a new headquarters in england, as harry and zayn grew up here and would like to see their families a lot more. Niall basically told you their whole life story over the phone, which you were very thankful for. Saves you the googling.

It was a tuesday morning, when you got the go ahead to pop in. Niall said to look nice, but casual. Like you’re going out for a dinner with your partners family. So you pull out your best high waisted flare jeans, an orange stripped shirt and tucked into your jeans. You topped it off with your lucky platforms and some jewellery. You left your hair natural, and the same with your makeup only some lip gloss and mascara.

“You look beautiful, honey”

“Thanks mum” You grinned pulling her into a hug. You placed your bag over your shoulder and took the car keys from the bowl at the front door. “I’ll be back soon, ok? Go for a walk or something” you say squeezing her hand, before leaving.

20 minutes away from you, is a angry, grumpy vampire. Niall was sat in front of harry, with a grin on his face.

“She’s literally perfect harry” Niall try to reason, but harry was having absolutely none of it. He wanted to rip that blonde son of bitch heart out.

“Niall, i didn’t want her though.” Harry said standing up from his desk, opening up a file and pointing at a picture.

“i wanted her”

Harry was pointing at a girl, blonde hair, blue eyes and great blood. He had tasted her before and worked his magic into getting her an interview - of course, she doesn’t remember him though. But this Y/N girl, he didn’t want her and he never agreed to having her come here today.

“You’ll have to fire her or make up some excuse, fuck i need something” Harry mumbled placing a hand over his eyes, Niall walked over to the fridge in the corner of harrys office he opened it up and took out a bag of blood pouring it in to a small glass. He placed it on the table standing in front of a frustrated vampire.

“She’s really good, Harry. You’ll regret it if you don’t let her do the test run” Niall said before walking to the door. “And she’s hot as fuck” he added leaving the room.

Harry hated being the bad guy, usually he’s a nice person. More lively, a bit like niall. A lot more quiet though, he’s pensive and reads people really well, one of his many talents as a vampire.

Harry was born in 1908, to a wealthy family. He had caring parents, a loving sister and good future a head of him. Until he met liam payne, they met in university decided to work together. The next thing you know, liam had his fangs in harrys neck and he was immortal. The first few years were hard, he was wreck less and did everything possible to get even a drop of blood. He met zayn five years after being turned, and he was sort of like the alpha of their ‘pack’ so to speak. He taught harry all he knew about control and using powers to get what you want, but only when you so desperately need it. They met niall in the 70s, he was freshly turned and needed help. They took him under their wings, and here they are today with a fashion company and a load of money in their pockets.

“What’s all the fuss about?” Zayn asked walking into harrys office with a few files in his hands. Harry huffed and sipped on the blood niall had poured for him. “I’m closed” harry said sitting down on his chair, zayn laughed and shook his head. “You have an interview in 5 minutes, get it together styles” Zayn said and dropped the files on his desk.

“Whether we hire or not, be nice. Her file is there, read it, study it. And keep those fangs to yourself” Zayn warned pointing at harry, then walked out of his office. Harry sighed and opened the file, stopping in his tracks when he saw your face.

You’re beautiful, so fucking beautiful.

He could tell the photo was professionally done, and you definitely had gotten someone to take it in a rush. Your CV is also a mess, but harry thinks it’s endearing. God, you’ve hypnotised him already. Harry could feel your aura through a picture, how the fuck was that even possible?

“She’s here” Niall said through the glass door. Harry nodded and cracked his neck, let’s get this over with then.

He could see niall biting his lip as she walked up, he couldn’t keep it in his pants for 2 seconds.

Niall opened the door and harry watched the girl walk in, her flares and platforms got his attention. She’s perfect. For him. Niall was still checking her out, so harry cleared his throat. Niall smirked and shook his head walking out of the office.

“Take a seat” Harry said and you smiled, sitting down. “I just want to say, i’m really grateful for this opportunity” you say, and harry nearly rolled his eyes. She’s too beautiful for a sob story. “I appreciate it” you say, and harry nodded quickly wanting to move away from anything emotional.

“um, so we don’t need you” He lied and you nearly choked on you own spit. Your eyebrows furrowed and you flushed a bit. Harry could see niall shaking his head. Damn you, super human hearing.

“Don’t need me? Niall said that i was just what you were looking for” you say, not angry just confused. Harry was impressed at how well you could keep your feelings in check, but he could feel how agitated you were becoming.

“Well, he’s wrong” Harry said and closed the file. “Have a nice day” He said with a fake smile. You couldn’t believe this. Fuck this.

“Fuck you” You said grabbing your bag and hoisting it up onto your shoulder. “Woah, Woah, what’s going on in here?” Zayn asked his hands in the air.

“Ask him, thanks for nothing” You say moving to walk out of the office. You needed to get out of here. “Just wait” Zayn called out, you stopped and sighed turning around.

“You’ve got the job” zayn said and your eyes widened in shock. “You start this friday, niall will email you detail. Use this week to treat yourself, on me ok?” Zayn said handing you a 50 dollar note. Who are you to deny money? You nodded and smiled at him. “Thank you” you say and he nodded.

“Don’t disappoint me”

**

You got yourself a coffee on the way home, you were a little overwhelmed and you needed to calm down before you went home to your mum. You just hope she didn’t do anything stupid while you were out.

“Mum, i’m home” you called out handing your bag up on the hanger. You got no response, so you looked around the house. Nothing in the kitchen or bathroom. The only places left are her room and living room.

You walked into the living room, to see your mum passed out on the couch a bottle of wine and an empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. you sighed “Oh, mum” you said tears welling up in your eyes. “Why do you keep doing this” you mumbled picking up the wine and empty bottle, you put them away and cleaned up the cup. After that, you placed a blanket over her.

“You’ll get better soon, mum. I’ll be able to pay for it. We’ll have everything we’ve ever dreamt of and more” You say, kissing her forehead.

The next couple of days, you were nursing your mother back to health and used the 50 dollars your new boss gave you to by some groceries. Your mother really needed some hangover snacks, and she needed a lot of them. Luckily, you’ve been doing this a lot longer than you should’ve.

“Mum, i’m off to work” You said peaking through her door. She wasn’t talking to you at the moment.

“Alright, there’s medicine on the counter downstairs, snacks and stuff too. There’s no alcohol and no money, so don’t even try” You warned closing her door. God, this was so hard. You wondered how long it would take to be fired from this job.

You arrived early at the office, niall greeted you and took you to your own little office. It was nothing huge, but you absolutely adored it.

“Hey, don’t worry about harry” Niall said and you nodded. “I’m not, don’t worry” you reassured him smiling as you put down your diary.

“Good, well i’ll leave you to it” Niall said and you grinned at him.

“Good luck”

“Why?”

“You’ll need it”

#there will be multiple parts!! #harry styles #vampire!harry styles #vampire!harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles imagines #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles headcannon #harry styles concepts #harry styles requests #harry styles asks #harry styles x ofc #harry x you #harry x y/n #harry x reader #harry styles x y/n

[yandere-daydreams]

*slides in quickly before requests close* howdiddlydo person of unknown gender, may I request sum frustrated Yandere Vil from Twisted Wonderland with him trying to become the fairest of them all, Reader is prettier than him, but only because he's in love with them ... however he doesn't know that? Also, please take care of urself during these trying times!

Chapter Five isn’t out, yet, but I’d like to think he’d be the type to only occasionally handle a challenge to his position with grace. It’s very much an ‘indoctrinate or eradicate’ mindset, and I think it’s clear which direction I chose to go in, this time.

Title: Eye Of The Beholder.

TW: Minor Acts of Violence, Possessive Mindsets, and Unhealthy Relationships. 

~

The worst part was, you didn’t even want to be in Pomfiore.

You could live with it, if you had to. You admired the Beautiful Queen’s cut-throat determination, but that kind of adoration was universal, nowhere near the idolization most students placed on their dormitory’s patron. If you had a choice, you might’ve preferred somewhere a little more fun, like Scarabia, or Diasomnia, if only because of the respect that came along with their reputation. You were neutral towards Pomfiore, you tolerated Pomfiore, but Vil must’ve interpreted your lack of enthusiasm as a gentle loathing, he must’ve thought your disinterest was poorly veiled disgust. That, or he didn’t like your skin-care routine, or the way you wore your uniform. Maybe he had a problem with your attitude. For all you knew, his issue was with your hand-writing.

His hatred seemed sourceless. It could be sourceless. It could be because of everything. You didn’t know. You didn’t care. It didn’t really matter, if you were being honest with yourself.

Vil hated you, he hated you more than you’d ever seen him hate anything. And he never hid it.

He didn’t even try.

“What were you thinking?” His tone was harsh, the kind of brash, ugly pitch you’d never hear out of him if anyone else was around. If anyone he respected was around. But, they weren’t, and he was free to tangle his fingers in your hair and drag you into his personal suite, the door shut and locked as soon as you were thrown inside. Your scalp throbbed, and a ring of bruises was forming around your wrist, where he’d dragged you out of your clubroom, never stopping to ask questions, never hesitating, never batting an eye when it came to humiliating you like a child that’d gotten away from their sitter. You could only be glad he hadn’t chosen to scold you in the common room, this time. You were still living down the embarrassment from his last public lecture. “I try to take you under my wing, I try to be a good mentor, and what’s the first thing you do? Ruin it. You go and ruin it.”

“I was just joining a club,” You mumbled, your voice just low enough not to interrupt Vil’s disjointed rant. You kept your posture straight, your arms held stiff at your sides, but the urge to curl into yourself, the temptation to make yourself small was still there, your common sense warring with your instincts of self-preservation. “It’s not a big deal. Rook said it’d be--”

“Rook couldn’t have known which hellhole you planned on sealing yourself inside of,” He spat, unwilling to hear you out. You weren’t sure why you’d expected him to, he’d never really cared what you had to say. He’d never really cared about you, not unless you were doing something he deemed ‘unbefitting’ of a Pomfiore student. “Honestly, it’s hard to believe you were chosen to be part of my dorm. I’ve never met someone so ungrateful, so ungraceful, it’s like you don’t even want to belong here--”

It was your turn to interrupt him, now, even if your declaration was less confident than his own. “I don’t.”

It was barely a mutter, little more than a whisper under your breath, but Vil fell silent in an instant. Going quiet as he went stiff, his posture turning so rigid, you almost couldn’t recognize him as the man millions chose to worship. “You… you what?”

“I don’t.” You’d tried so hard to hold back your irritation, to swallow it down before it could start to spill out, but it felt good to let your voice dip into something more hostile than what Vil deemed acceptable, to let your features scrunch and your hands twitch as you resisted the urge to wipe away the frustrated tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “I don’t, I never wanted to be. If I had my way, I would’ve transferred months ago.” You paused, setting your jaw with a new sense of perseverance. “I will transfer, actually. Anywhere would be an improvement, as long as you’re not there.”

You finished, and a second passed in silence. Then another, and another, and you began to hold your breath as you waited for Vil’s response. He closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and only after he’d regained an ounce of his composure, he moved.

You heard the blow before you felt it.

It was a sharp, sudden crack, quick enough and loud enough to catch you off guard, setting your nerves on-edge before the pain kicked in, bright and burning and blinding as his open palm collided with your skin. It only took a moment, but the briefness of it didn’t stop your lips from parting in shock, your own hand rising to cradle your reddening cheek as you stumbled back. He watched you in faux-apathy, for a moment, his stare cold and his expression stoic, but his anger was undeniable, a fire flitting in his eyes, the same one he’d always tried to smother in yours. “You won’t,” He said, calmly, melodically. Taking the time to make sure you were listening, but not giving you the luxury of a full minute to recover. “You’re not going anywhere.”

You didn’t know what he was talking about. If anything, you were only more sure you had to leave. Fuck, you’d drop out of Night Raven all together, if you had to. He’d humiliated you, demeaned you, policed your wardrobe and your speech and your life, but this was the first time he’d done something physical, something violent. Something that’d leave a mark for days, weeks, if you weren’t lucky. “You’re insane--”

“I’m doing what I have to.” This was usually the part where his irrationality faded into exasperation. Where he dug his nails into your shoulder, tilted your chin up, and told you to stand straight, lest you tarnish his reputation any further. But, if any of that tired, familiar resolution was present today, you couldn’t seem to root it out. Rather, he just seemed poised. At ease, but not relaxed. Firm, but not forgiving. “You’re not transferring, you’re not leaving, you’re not taking a step I don’t approve of, not if I can help it. If you get away, you’d win, and I’m not about to lose to you.” His hands balled into fists at his sides, his upper lip curling back. His self-imposed image splitting and shattering, if only in front of you. “I’m not about to lose you.”

You grit your teeth and glare. You didn’t lash out, not as much as you wanted to, but you doubted Vil would let you get away with anything more blatant. “And if I don’t want to live in someone’s shadow?”

At that, he broke into a smile, the perversion of a proper grin painting itself across his expression for the first time in your short companionship. He didn’t reach out, didn’t touch you, didn’t even shift his tone away from the stern delicacy he was so skilled at employing, but he didn’t have to. Not when his joy scared you more than his anger ever could. “Oh, sweetheart,” He sighed, shaking his head so sympathetically, anyone else might’ve believed he was the mentor he was so fond of masquerading as.

“Clearly, no one’s taught you how futile it is to run from a Queen.”

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[lesbianlotties]

five times Deena and Sam met in secret (and one time they didn’t) - Chapter 3

Chapters: 3/6 Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Deena Johnson Characters: Deena Johnson, Samantha "Sam" Fraser (Fear Street) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, High School, Cheerleaders, Band, Teenagers, Teen Romance, First Meetings, First Love, First Kiss, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Happy Ending

Secrets.

Deena and Sam met by accident. They fell in love in secret.

But how long can they last together like that?

Chapter 3 - secret friendships:

Sam and Deena’s relationship was developing fast. They had evolved from meeting among the dark and dirt under the bleachers, to the dim light and cramped space of janitor’s closets. Finally, they had made it all the way to the girl’s bathroom when everyone else was supposed to be in class. There was more space and light. Plus, they had recently discovered how much they enjoyed making out.

One day, Sam was pressed between her girlfriend and one of the sinks. Deena kissed, Sam thought, like she talked. Slowly, confidently, meaning every single movement of her lips. That, in addition to Deena's hand on her waist, with her thumb rubbing soft but maddening circles above her uniform, made Sam feel like her knees would give in. All she could do was grip the edge of the sink behind her until her knuckles turned white. She didn’t trust herself very much in the event that she allowed her fingers to grasp her girlfriend's clothes. At least, she could communicate well enough with the way she kissed the other girl.

A particular swipe from Deena’s tongue on her bottom lip, obliged Sam to let out a small moan that didn’t go unnoticed by Deena. Sam could just feel her smirk through the kiss. She could play that game. If Deena’s kisses were languid and thorough, Sam knew how to balance things out by kissing her faster, pressing their lips harder, taking Deena’s bottom lip between her teeth and lightly pulling.

“Sam…” Deena exhaled, her voice trembling noticeably enough to make Sam smile. Deena tightened her hold on Sam’s hips and pulled her closer. “Baby,” she whispered, then moved to begin kissing Sam’s neck.

“Deena… stop, someone could come in,” Sam protested, albeit weakly, while letting go of the sink’s edge with one hand so she could wrap that arm around Deena’s shoulders, to keep her firmly in place.

At the time, Deena hadn’t yet stopped to consider Sam’s contradictions as a bad sign. She was head over heels, lost in the feeling of having her girlfriend in her arms, her pulse beating under the pressure of her lips, her small hand clutching the back of Deena’s jacket. It was pure bliss, no need to fear the future.

“I like your cheerleader uniform,” Deena mumbled, smiling against Sam’s neck. Her fingers even tugged slightly on the fabric of said uniform so the skirt would rise just slightly on Sam’s tights.

“Oh my God,” Sam laughed fondly, throwing her other arm over Deena’s shoulder. “I’m serious!” She insisted, her tone full of mirth.

Deena finally pulled back to stare at her girlfriend. “So am I!” She laughed. 

For a moment, all that mattered was holding each other and laughing together. Laughing at nothing in particular, just as the most natural reaction to that perfect pocket of heaven they had made for themselves. Sam moved a hand to push away Deena’s messy hair off her face, and left her hand there on her cheek. Soon, she was getting lost in Deena’s eyes, something not uncommon at all, it seemed. Those eyes held an incredible and welcoming warmth in them. Sam had been surprised the first time she watched Deena speak to other people, strangers in the hallways, and how closed off and even bitter those eyes could turn. But, the one scary thing about those gorgeous brown eyes, was the way that in their depths Sam could see immense valor, fearlessness, bravery that Sam wasn’t sure she could match. She preferred not to think about a day when she wouldn’t be brave enough for Deena, and instead she daydreamed about a perfect world where her feelings for the other girl could make her as unafraid as she longed to be, and as Deena appeared to believe she was.

“Sam?” Deena gently pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

“Yes,” Sam whispered, closing her eyes and leaning forward enough to softly rub her nose against Deena’s. Not too long later, Deena was kissing her, as if there hadn’t been a pause at all. “Oh my God,” Sam chuckled, pulling away, “You’re-”

“A great kisser?”

“Relentless!”

Although Sam lightly slapped her shoulder, Deena could only continue to grin. “You enjoy it,” she defended herself. Then it was Deena’s turn to stare at her girlfriend. Sam had grown thoughtful again, but this time staring at the bathroom's door. She didn’t even seem to notice the way her fingers mindlessly played with Deena’s hair. It came to her so naturally that when she noticed, Deena’s heart skipped a beat. She felt the luckiest person in the world, with Sam in her arms. She felt like she was above Shadyside’s curse, like all problems had solutions and nothing bad could last for long. That’s not to say that she wasn’t as terrified as Sam. Shouldn’t she be skeptical of feeling so good? Shouldn’t she be wary of the dark corners around them? And the judgemental eyes in the hallways? It wasn’t so easy. It was just easier to comfort Sam instead of facing her own fears.

“Are you nervous?” Deen blurted out.

“Huh?” Sam looked back at her, caught in the act. She even looked back at the closed door once more before giving Deena all her attention. “No, I’m not nervous.”

“Yes, you are,” Deena patiently pointed out.

Sam looked away and took a deep breath. “You care about your friends,” she exhaled. “I’ve never had friends as good as yours. I… want to make a good impression.”

Deena was almost upset at the ridiculous amount of butterflies she felt fluttering in her stomach at the sight of a nervous Sam looking down after admitting that. She took the opportunity to leave a kiss on her girlfriend’s forehead.

“Josh already likes you,” Deena pointed out.

“Ugh. Don’t remind me!” Sam complained and hid her face in the crook Deena’s neck.

Just a couple of days ago, Deena’s younger brother had walked into the kitchen and caught the two girls in the middle of passionately making out. As mortifyingly awkward as that first moment had been, the three of them ended up sharing pizza for dinner and having a genuinely good time.

“Hey, listen,” Deena said, making the great effort of pulling back from her girlfriend to stare at her seriously at an arm’s length. “Kate likes you already. You made it on her team.”

“I don’t know,” Sam shrugged, “I’m probably just another one of the cheerleaders.”

“Wrong. You’re the prettiest one,” Deena stopped to drop a quick kiss on Sam’s cheek. “And Simon likes everyone! You’ll be fine.”

Sam sighed. “Okay,” she said, squaring her shoulders and standing just a little bit taller.

“Yeah?” Deena looked at her, a smile quickly growing on her face.

“Yes,” Sam nodded eagerly this time, matching her girlfriend’s smile.

“God, you’re cute.” Deena chuckled.

In a second, Sam pretended to frown at her, but immediately afterward she took Deena’s face in her hands and pulled her in for a kiss. The two of them were still kissing, and so into it that they didn’t realize, the moment the door of the bathroom opened.

“You bitch,” Kate said, “Are you corrupting my cheerleaders?”

Deena laughed, discreetly stepping forward to give Sam a moment to compose herself, fix her skirt, lightly wipe her lips with the back of her hand. “Fuck you,” Deena grinned at one of her best friends, “and it’s just one cheerleader.”

Kate rolled her eyes, though she was smiling as well. “It was a matter of time,” she added, walking to stand in front of the mirror to check her hair. “Hey Sam.” She finally sent a smile to the other girl.

Simon hadn’t been too far behind. He strolled into the girl’s bathroom with as much confidence as Kate, but displayed in an entirely different, much more harmless way.

“Mademoiselle,” Simon greeted Sam, extending his arm and bowing his head. “An honor to make your acquaintance.”

“Hi,” Sam laughed.

“Be normal, you weirdo,” Deena slapped Simon’s back.

“Hey!” He laughed in response, taking a step back. “I’m sorry! We just wanted to make a good impression on the lovely lady that melted your frozen heart.”

The comment prompted Deena to hit him again, and again, starting a familiar routine of play fighting between the two best friends. Meanwhile, Sam watched with a fond smile, and Kate was almost satisfied with the perfect state of her ponytail.

“So,” Kate started, clearly talking to Sam, who immediately gave her her attention, “Simon and Josh are obviously too soft to say it but,” then she turned and stared at Sam directly in the eyes and said, “if you break her heart, I will fuck you up.”

“Oh,” Sam mumbled. Her lips were still parted in surprise. That was infinitely more intimidating than anything Simon or Josh could’ve ever said to her. After clearing her throat, Sam confidently answered, “I won’t.”

“Good,” Kate smiled. At first, it seemed that grin was part of the act of intimidation, but it soon grew genuine. The two of them turned to stare at the way Simon got out of Deena’s chokehold and proceeded to lift her off the floor in a bear’s hug. “By the way, I actually like you,” Kate said, “didn’t Deena tell you?”

Sam chuckled, “Sort of.”

“You’re part of the gang now,” Kate told her, with a playful wink. “The very worst Shadyside has to offer… and also me.”

“Very humble!” That came from Deena, who had managed to push Simon away, and the two of them were trying to fix their personal appearance.

Simon scoffed. “You’re delusional, dude. I’m the star of this town! Don’t you all love me as the school team’s witch?” There were several playful agreements and laughter from the small group. In the midst of it, Deena reached out to hold Sam’s hand. Which brought Simon to ask, “Hey, Sam, you’re joining us for movie night from now on, right?”

The girlfriends exchanged a look, and a smile, and Sam nodded. Then it was Kate’s turn to add, “It’s really fun. We switch houses each week, depending on which is the least chaotic at the time. Should we count your house in?”

The question had been completely innocent, but the tension that fell over Sam’s body at once was unmistakable.

“I, uh, I don’t know…” Sam mumbled, glancing at Deena beside her, who tightened her hold on her hand reassuringly. “My parents are just always fighting and… Uh, well, my mom… I think my mom suspects us…”

“Damn,” Simon frowned.

“Are you okay?” Kate asked kindly.

 But Sam couldn’t take her eyes off Deena. She was the only thing keeping her optimistic when her fears were eating her from the inside out. There were risks, sure, but they would be fine, wouldn’t they?

“Yeah,” Sam replied, her voice trembled a little, but then more confidently she added, “We’ll be okay.”

“We’ll be okay,” Deena agreed with her with a slow nod, hoping that was enough to convince the two of them.

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[littledrummeraussie]

pillowtalk. / a Mr. Irwin blurb

Word count: 2400+

Warnings: soft and cute and fluffy with some angst to spice it up.

Author’s note: this is a continuation of my Mr. Irwin blurbs, following the events of backseat rendezvous and who’s the boss?

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“Maybe we should take a shower,” Ashton’s fingers lazily ran through your hair as the two of you lay in bed, a sheet wrapped around your bodies to keep you warm.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” you hummed, making Ashton huff out a laugh as you drew patterns on his stomach.

“Stop tickling me,” he pulled your hand up onto his shoulder, giving you a pointed look. “You’re gonna wake the beast.”

“Tell the beast he left me sticky and unable to walk,” your lips pulled into a cheeky smile before moving closer to Ashton’s ear, whispering. “My legs are still shaky. And I can still feel your cum dripping out of me.”

“It’s my favourite way to mark you,” his lips attached themselves to your jaw, sucking a kiss into your skin.

“Like that one time you fucked me before my presentation?” your giggles filled the room as he smeared kisses along your cheek. “Still don’t know how I was able to stumble through that.”

“You did amazingly, that’s why we extended your internship,” Ashton pushed himself up onto his elbow, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. “I wouldn’t call that ‘stumbling through’ your presentation.”

“I was really… really… really distracted…” your finger followed the inked lines of his moon tattoos, stroking your palm up to his biceps, eyes settling on his hazel ones. “Are you sure I didn’t get the extension because of you?”

“It was all your charm and ambition, sweet girl,” Ashton leaned forward to peck your lips, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “Come on, let’s clean you up, you messy girl!”

With that he climbed out of the bed, reaching back for you to pick you up in his arms. You squealed and hid your laugh against his neck as he took you to the bathroom, never saying no to your boyfriend taking care of you. Ashton was quick to find the perfect temperature, pulling you under the water to warm you up, his lips already pressing kisses along your neck and shoulder. You leaned back against the wall, still not trusting your legs to work after the orgasm he pulled out of you, and he squeezed your hips, pressing one last kiss onto your temple before reaching for the shower gel.

“Are you okay?” his palms smoothed over your skin, following the curves of your body. “You’re not sore, are you?”

“Just a little,” you slowly turned around to let Ashton wash your back, and he hummed in response, pressing his lips against a hickey he left on the back of your neck. “You know I love feeling it – feeling you even after we’re done.”

“Noted,” he pressed another kiss to the junction of your neck, rubbing his cheek against yours. “Always thankful for reminders and confirmations.”

“Do I have to remind you, Mr. Irwin, that my thighs are still sticky?” you chuckled as he tried to chase your lips with his own, and Ashton let out a laugh, hands teasingly sliding between your legs and running down your inner thighs.

“Can confirm. Definitely sticky,” he lightly bit the shell of your ear, stifling his own giggles against your hair. “Alright, let me clean you up, this time for real.”

He spent the next few minutes making good on his promise, after which you also helped him wash off your shared pleasure. Ashton quickly tied a towel around his waist, wrapping another around your body, then guided you back to the bedroom. He made sure you were dried off from head to toe, lips kissing away water drops sliding down your skin, making you blush and mumble when he stood up in front of you, both of your cheeks warm, smiles bashful, but flirty.

“I’ll get you a shirt,” his fingers curled under your chin, tilting your head up to kiss you. “Then we can snuggle up for tonight. Is that okay with you, sweetie?”

“Sounds perfect,” you pressed a kiss onto his palm, smiling up at him. “Thank you.”

Ash nodded and went into his closet while you sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. He was already wearing a pair of shorts when he returned, holding out his shirt for you to pull it over your head, squeezing your hips and kissing your forehead when you were wrapped up in the soft fabric. You fluffed up the pillows and climbed back under the blankets while Ashton made sure the door was locked and all the lights were off in the house, then he joined you, arms curling around you the moment he slid under the sheets next to you.

“Hey you,” his voice was only a whisper, fingers combing through your hair as you both found a comfortable position, arms wrapped around each other and bodies pressed close.

The streetlamp cast a soft glow across the room, giving off enough light so you could see each other in the dark. Your palm rested on Ashton’s face, thumb lightly rubbing his cheek as his fingers settled on the back of your neck, playing with the soft hairs at the nape. He was only a breath away – you felt hot puffs of air tickling your skin as he exhaled, his nose nuzzling yours sweetly, a wordless game you’ve been playing since the very first night you’ve spent together.

“Hey,” your lips brushed against his in an almost kiss, making Ashton tilt his head forward just a bit to close the distance between the two of you.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight. You looked breathtaking. You still are.”

“Guess company parties are our thing,” your finger trailed down his neck and over his collarbone, connecting the freckles on his skin with an invisible line. “Somehow I always end up… right here. In your bed. With you.”

“Are you complaining, Miss?” he quirked an eyebrow at you and you giggled, shaking your head.

“No. It’s my favourite place. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. And it’s definitely not just the sex – it’s you, Ash.”

“Do you think I’m good enough for you?” he lightly brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and you moved your head to kiss his palm again. “A good enough boss? A good enough boyfriend?”

“Why are you asking?” you nuzzled against his hand, giving him a soft look. “Did something happen?”

“Just wanted to talk about something with you,” he leaned up onto his elbow, resting his head against his palm, running a fingertip down your nose. “And it kinda involves both our professional and personal lives.”

“It’s about my internship, right?” you rested you head back against the pillow, looking up at Ashton who just nodded. “Did I do something wrong?”

“God no,” he shook his head, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. “That’s the thing – you do an absolutely phenomenal job. And I’m torn because what I should be doing and what I want to do are two different things.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Two more months and your internship will be done. Meaning I either have to offer you a job or write a recommendation letter and let you find another one. Which means… fuck, I can’t do this,” Ashton let out an annoyed huff, nervously running his fingers through his hair.

“Hey, it’s okay! Just tell me,” you stroked his cheek lovingly, trying to calm him.

“If we keep working together…” he curled his hand around yours, resting both of them against his face. “Then I’m not sure we can stay together.”

“Protocol?” you bit your bottom lip, already catching on to what Ashton was saying.

And you knew he was right – of course you couldn’t keep this up forever. All of this was too good to be true, the job and the man you’ve loved. Of course you could only keep one in the end; there was no way the Universe would let you have both. That was just too much.

“Something like that. I mean… God, Y/N, do you even know how much I want to just tell everyone to fuck off and give you a permanent place in the office? How I want to tell all of them to mind their own business and focus on work instead of our relationship?” Ashton’s expression was sombre, and you knew it was really hurting him to have this conversation with you.

“I guess it’s not that easy with three interns, right?” your fingers tangled into his hair, lightly brushing through the messy locks, both to keep comforting him, but also to keep your own hands occupied.

“All of you were meant to stay for 6 months. I’ve thought that once your internship will be done then maybe we can have a normal relationship. I didn’t know that the leadership board would offer you another 6 months,” Ashton confessed, and that made you stop in your track.

“I’ve really thought you were the reason why I’ve got to stay. I’ve thought you somehow convinced them.”

“Told you it was your hard work and amazing ideas,” he leaned forward to press his lips against your forehead, giving you a small smile. “I only had to agree that we can keep working with you. And in all honesty? I was already composing my speech of how I wanted to ask you to come and get dinner with me after we were done. You know, like an official date.”

“You still did that,” you reminded him, and a grin pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“Can’t let a good speech and a dinner reservation go to waste.”

“You’re so silly,” a giggle left your lips, breaking the tension for a short moment. “So what now?”

“I mean, I can either offer you a job here, but I don’t want anyone to think I’m only keeping you because… well, they think I’m only fucking you because I’m the boss and you’re only an intern,” Ashton rested back against the pillows, curling his arm around your shoulder as his eyes searched the darkness.

“So if you offer me the job, and not to the others, then everyone will think I’ve only gotten it because you want to keep fucking me, and not because I’m good at what I’m doing,” you came to the conclusion, and Ashton hummed in response. “But if we stop seeing each other then they can’t claim that I’m only here because I’m a good fuck.”

“You’re much more than just a good fuck, sweet girl,” Ashton cradled your head against his chest, and you turned to cuddle up to him, his lips brushing soft kisses on your temple. “Not to mention that you’ve gotten the internship on your own. I didn’t have to do anything with it, just signed your papers that we want to work with you. But I did the same for the others too.”

“So I guess we should go with the second option?” you moved until you could fold your arms over his chest, resting your chin on top of them as you looked at him. “You don’t offer me a permanent place and I just find a job elsewhere. Even though I would love to stay, and not just because of you.”

“I know some people. I could call them up if you’d like,” Ashton curled a lock of hair around his finger, brushing it behind your ear. “We could find you a job in no time.”

“That’s really nice of you Ash, but… I don’t want that,” you shook your head, biting your lip. “I don’t want anyone to offer me a job just because I’m Mr. Irwin’s girlfriend.”

“I understand,” he nodded, fingers still brushing through your hair.

“Promise me!” you gave him a pleading look, not really believing his words. “Please, just… I know it would be so easy for you to just pick up the phone and ask a small favour from one of your partners. I know you have the power, but I want to do this on my own.”

“Y/N, sweetie,” Ashton’s hands locked around your arms, pulling you up until you were face to face with each other. “I would never go behind your back, you can trust me on that.”

He curled his fingers around your jaw, pulling your face closer to press your lips together in a short, sweet kiss. Even in the dark you could make out the honesty in those hazel eyes, and you felt guilty that you thought he would do something without you agreeing to it.

“I know you can do this on your own – you’re smart and ambitious and you know your way around your craft. They would be stupid not to hire you. I would do that, without a second thought, and it’s actually killing me that I can’t keep you in my team,” Ash knocked his forehead against yours, thumbs brushing your cheeks. “So that was the boss in me.”

“What about the boyfriend?” you whispered, fingers tangling into his hair again.

“The boyfriend in me says that I want to support you in any way I can,” he continued, his voice firm, but still soft around the edges. “And for that I have to accept that sometimes support means that I just stand by you and encourage you, without actually doing anything. Know that I really want the best for you, the best job, the best opportunities. But more importantly I want us to have a loving and honest relationship. I would much rather have your trust than anything else in this world. I know I can’t have it if I start seeking out people to give you a job.”

“You don’t know how much I appreciate that,” you mumbled, burying your face in the crook of his neck, and Ashton wrapped you even more tightly to himself. “Thank you.”

“You make me so happy, sweet girl,” Ashton whispered in your ear, kissing it softly as he continued. “I wouldn’t risk it for the world. And if I can’t offer you an actual job, then I’m gonna write you one hell of a recommendation to make people want to work with you.”

“I love you so much,” you sighed against his skin, pressing a kiss onto his collarbone. “Not for this, but for everything that you are.”

“I know baby, I know,” you could hear the smile in Ashton’s voice. “I love you too. I promise you we will work this out, everyone else be damned.”

“That’s your boss voice, Ashton,” you giggled lightly, and you felt him squeeze your hips.

“I’ve thought you liked my boss voice,” he teased you, giving a small bite to your ear. “I remember someone moaning Mr. Irwin again and again…”

“Well, he’s hot,” you opened one eye as you looked up at him, a cheeky smile pulling at your lips. “But not as hot as my boyfriend Ashton.”

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[stayevildarling]

Sally McKenna x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - A little help Pt 5

word count: 3.1k

warnings: smoking, mention of drugs, hints of smut, cursing, panic attacks, anxiety

A/N: This is an eight-part story, hope you enjoy

Rushing through the busy halls of university, your mind is racing, the thoughts so loud it sounds like bees in your head and the thoughts just won't stop buzzing, causing your vision to blur slightly, ears ringing and trembling hands, the feeling of panic and losing control of the situation any moment. You rush into the nearest bathroom, bursting the nearest door open and quickly closing it, dropping your bag and books onto the floor and sliding down the wall, trying to calm down.

Shakily you try and reach for your phone to distract yourself, maybe playing a video or maybe even messaging them but you feel woozy with every movement of your body and so you close your eyes and abandon the thought of getting your phone out of your bag. ''Breathe idiot'' you remind yourself and you try a technique that has occasionally worked in the past before, whenever you felt a panic attack coming.

''Breathe in 4-3- nope nope not working too much too loud'' you try but fail miserably at keeping your breathing under control. ''Shit'' you mutter, noticing that the feeling isn't passing and the panic only growing but how the hell did you end up hyperventilating, sitting on the bathroom floor of your university?

After Sally's relapse a few weeks back, you taking her to Mina's work and going cold-turkey, things have changed and somehow took a more unexpected turn than you expected to. Sally struggled and she struggled badly at first, she couldn't cope, constantly having you or Wilhemina around, not able to get out of the house, only on walks where you two would accompany her. There were times when she felt hatred towards you two, but not really you two more what you are doing to her or rather keeping Sally from doing to herself. There were a lot of sleepless nights, you and Wilhemina taking turns, watching her and guiding her through this journey of detoxing her body from the drugs. It was constant ups and downs, it was really hard at first with all the withdrawal symptoms and the times she would just be throwing up everything she would eat or drink and you and Wilhemina often debating whether you need to get doctors involved.

There were the good days when caffeine and nicotine helped Sally's urges and you three actually had really good days together, snuggled up on the sofa, watching everyone's favorite movies and enjoying the quiet and each other's company. Then things started going downhill, with Wilhemina having to go into work again and you looking after Sally while she was still at home , blogging from home and posting a lot to distract herself from the withdrawal symptoms.

Everything went okay at first, Mina leaving early in the morning like she usually would, with a lunch bag you packed for her the night before, just like you usually would. You woke up, snuggling closer to Sally and enjoying some quality time with her, before she sat on the sofa, working on her blog and you decided to carry on finishing your thesis because deadlines were coming up. You two sat on the sofa together in comfortable silence, just working and it was almost calming but just almost.

You were unaware that day, that Sally was fighting the most recent and hardest battle with her addiction and that her body was craving something more than just caffeine to fight this empty feeling. Maybe it was the fact that Wilhemina had to go to work and Sally knowing you are different than Wilhemina, not as strong, not as strict.

At first you thought everything was okay and when she got up, you absent-mindedly asked what she was doing, only for her to tell you she is going to the toilet. You didn't think too much of it until you heard things smashing, being thrown across the bathroom and so you instantly rushed inside the bathroom, only to find a very overwhelmed Sally, searching through every draw and cabinet to find something, anything even Mina's painkillers, just anything so she could feel release and at peace but you and Mina were smarter than that beforehand and hid any potential dangers.

''Sally'' you pleaded, understanding immediately what was going on. ''I don't fucking care Y/N I need something'' she screamed in your face while tears streamed down her cheeks. ''Where are your cigarettes?'' you asked feeling helpless, although you are very aware that cigarettes and the stuff Sally is used to, are very different. ''I ran out'' she admitted and you took a step closer to her, putting your hands on her shoulders, your eyes begging her to calm down.

''We can go and buy some right now, let's get dressed okay?'' you asked and it took two more meltdowns before she agreed to leave the house with you.

From that day on, things took a more positive turn however and you and Wilhemina got Sally to agree to go to group counseling therapy, where she would sit with a group of people, twice a week to talk about her feelings and experiences.

At first she really didn't want to go and begged you to go with her and of course you did. Sally settled in surprisingly well and she actually started looking forward to those meetings, you and Wilhemina insisted on driving her and somebody would always take her there and pick her up again after an hour. Whenever you drove her for the first few weeks, you would actually wait in the parking lot, just making sure she doesn't just pretend to go inside and leave again as soon as you or Wilhemina left.

But she didn't and you didn't learn the reason for this until a while later, because the aspect of socialising at these sessions really helped Sally. Having a group of strangers there, sharing similar stories and her finally understanding her behavior and learning that she isn't responsible for this and that it's a cycle that is very hard to escape, especially when attempting to fight it alone. She would regularly walk back to the car with the happiest smile, reaching another milestone, one week clean, two weeks clean and soon it will be one month.

Sally would talk about what she learned that day, what the others shared, she talked about someone there relapsing and how it made her feel. To motivate her further you bought this calendar and hung it the kitchen where she can mark her appointments but also her milestones.

Just when Sally, one of the two most important people of your life started doing better, you still aware that she isn't magically cured and still on this hard path of battling and fighting her demons, your other lover Wilhemina at last cracked under the pressure of the past few weeks.

With Wilhemina it's different than Sally, you would never find her broken and sad on the sofa after crying herself to sleep. You would never have her admit something is wrong, you would never hear a single complaint coming from her and that's the dangerous thing with the redhead. She is a master at hiding and shielding her emotions, of course, you got her to open up gradually and break those walls down, to get her to open up, get her to be honest, and communicate feelings or things on her mind, just like she would expect of you.

It all started with her physical therapy appointments, for years she has attended those for her back, she would do exercises there or do them at home. You being the mastermind at planning every aspect of your and their lives, you also wrote her appointments in the calendar and usually Wilhemina and Sally would tick of their appointments when finished but inspecting the calendar a bit closer one afternoon, you noticed that she hasn't ticked one off in a very long time.

''Maybe she forgot but went there'' you tried convincing yourself, remembering the many times she has told you she went to an appointment or did the exercises at home when you and Sally would be at work. It wasn't until two days later when you found out the truth, after Wilhemina calling you from work

''Little one, are you free?'' she asked and even though you were sitting in the university library, working of course you said you are because you know whenever Wilhemina calls and needs a favor it's urgent. ''Yes what is it Mina?'' you asked

''Can you call the doctors I need my pain medication again, I'm heading into a meeting now but I can pick up the prescription tomorrow morning'' she let you know and of course you did as she asked.

However, when ringing the doctors office, that you have sometimes rang or been to before when Mina needed something, they informed you that Wilhemina shouldn't be receiving any pain medication for another week, because she should still have some left and on top of that they informed you that she hadn't attended her physical therapy appointments in a while.

When the call ended you felt this silence, despite sitting outside of your university, hearing students talk, cars drive by and even some bird chirping, it was silent. Because that moment was a wakeup call, a slap from reality right in the face, reminding you that Sally isn't the only one fighting her battles even if she fights them more openly.

''It can't be a coincidence'' you tried reminding yourself and as you drove home that day your anxiety was so high, fearing Wilhemina's reaction and confronting her because you knew deep down already, no matter how you would possibly say it, she will be mad.

''For fucks sake Y/N I have attended those shitty appointment and I don't have medication left, those doctors are useless'' she cursed and neither you nor Sally have seen her like that in a while. You debated whether to fight her on this, get her to lash out but in the end admit the truth, let you and Sally in so you could be there for her and comfort her, just that never happened.

''It doesn't matter I will call them myself in the morning'' she told you. This has now been about a week ago and things became a little strange at home, Wilhemina and you wouldn't talk as much, of course, you talked, greeting each other and small talk but there was this huge wall standing between you two, none of you knowing whether to start and break it down.

Your mind being occupied by something entirely different, made it difficult to focus on Wilhemina or Sally in this past week, of course you asked them how they are, you listened, you made them baths, you did anything but university pulled you right into this ocean again, waves of responsibilities and deadlines crashing right at you.

Maybe you pushing away your own problems, stress and anxiety for over a month now, solely focussing on your two girlfriends and their wellbeing, reality and the lack of self care is finally hitting you, causing you to almost collapse on the bathroom floor of your university.

The sad part is that you did it, you finished your thesis about three days ago and today is finally the day where you are allowed to hand it in and finally have the stress come to an end, with no more obligatory classes now and you just having a break until you recieve your grades.

For the past five days or so, you haven't been able to sleep, eat or drink a lot. Of course you would occasionally force yourself to have a bite or some water or fall asleep, sitting in Mina's office in the middle of the night, reading over your thesis and work again and again. Usually before these things Mina would read over it, making sure you didn't get anything mixed up or any spelling mistakes, from all the hours of writing, researching. But within this past week, things have been so strange that you didn't want to ask her.

Still hyperventilating you are pulled out of the buzzing and loud thoughts when you hear your phone ringing. Closing your eyes, you hold your hand out and try reaching for your backpack and you manage to find a strap and pull it onto your body. Momentarily you wrap your arms around your bag as if it was a shield, stopping this crushing feeling in your chest, the pain and the thoughts, as if bullets of thoughts are being shot against you and your backpack shielding you.

But the vibration of your phone is tugging you out of this state yet again, even just for a moment. Somehow you manage to open the zip of your bag and you reach for your phone, the vibration making it easy to find with your eyes still closed, the dizzy feeling still too strong. Finally you manage to open your eyes and see Sally's photo through a blurry vision and you press the green button on your screen and the speaker button next, thinking it will be too much to actually lead the phone to your ear.

''Hi pumpkin'' her angelic voice rings through the speakers and somehow, even in this dark and scary moment you manage to smile. ''He- hey'' you manage to say and you can hear ruffling in the background

''I'm just going to one of my meetings and I was wondering how my pumpkin is doing'' she says and the crushing feeling in your chest, replaces with a fluttering feeling, you feel whenever being referred to as either their little one or pumpkin.

''By the way me and Mina were wondering when is your thesis due?'' she asks while lighting a cigarette in the car. ''I- today'' you say, feeling your breathing very slowly calming down and going to a more normal state.

''Today?'' she asks a bit shocked and she pauses for a moment, confused why you didn't mention that before, knowing how important that is to you. ''Yeah'' you mumble ''How come you didn't tell us, I could have taken you there today pumpkin or Mina could have read it again'' she asks.

Opening your eyes now, you see the time and realize you have to hand in your thesis now so you quickly try and prop yourself up, Sally's voice still right there, making you feel save and relaxed. ''I'm sorry I gotta go I have to hand it in now'' you explain and Sally nods before saying ''Good luck, love you pumpkin''.

After standing up and grabbing your bag slowly, you hold onto the bathroom walls, the last bit of stability that you have right now to hold on to, to shield you and keep you from losing control. After taking one more steady and deep breath, you unlock the door and walk towards the sink, putting some cold water on your wrists and also your face.

You open your backpack and grab a lemon gum because the sour taste usually distracts you from whatever is bothering you and the buzzing thoughts. Finally leaving the bathroom, you walk past the classrooms and hallways filled with students, for what kind of feels like one of the last times.

Your time at university flashes before your eyes in this moment, you see the main entrance and you remember the many times Sally or Mina would take you here on a monday morning after spending a beautiful weekend with them and them not having to go into work until the day later.

The places you stood, like your locker for instance, where Sally would sometimes call you and ask for help or Mina calling you and asking about your day and classes. You remember wandering these halls a few years back, before meeting Sally and Wilhemina and feeling confused as to how on earth you could ever get rid of this lonely feeling or the little skip of your heart, whenever you saw a couple kiss or hold hands. Then just about a year after, you found them and you then knew what it feels like to be held, to be kissed or to intertwine your hands with theirs.

''Oh hi there'' you hear Miss Anderson's voice and suddenly you snap out of your memories and thoughts. ''Hello Miss'' you reply with a polite smile and as you look at her you can see her features changing. ''Oh dear you don't look so well, are you okay?'' she asks and you simply nod, not really wanting to go into any details about your panic attacks or the state you were in moments before, but you can't deny how pale you are and how shaken you seem.

''Have you handed in your thesis yet?'' she asks but you shake your head ''I was just on the way'' you explain and she gives you an emphatic smile before saying ''I was just on my way over there too, come on'' and you follow her to the classroom where you are meant to hand it in.

As you arrive, you see some of your classmates, leaving the classroom, high-fiving each other and leaving with such a relieved and carefree expression, all the assignments, all the stress and exams finally over and the many sleepless nights now feeling like they were worth something.

You are greeted by Miss Parker ''Hi dear'' she greets you and you open your backpack and hand her your thesis with shaky hands, still not completely recovered from the panic attack. She looks at you, then Miss Anderson while retrieving the big folder that you carefully picked, every font, every word filled with so much detail. ''You just need to sign here now'' she explains and you do and she gives you a document after, that confirms you handed the biggest part of your entire work and time here, in now.

''You should probably get home and get some rest after all this exhausting time'' Miss Anderson suggests and you nod before Miss Parker jokingly says ''Oh come on she's young, she should be out celebrating'' and you smile at them before saying ''I will'' without explaining which suggestion you actually referred to and leaving the classroom with a polite smile.

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[woah-were-halfway-there]

Do you have any short soft and sweet y/n and Auston content you have on mind and that it’s just like a little blurb? I’m just really craving something soft, short and sweet between them!😫

A/N: The way I wrote the first thing that came to my mind for this. Hope you like it 🤗

"It's not going to work."

"It is going to work, now stop being so pessimistic."

You let out a dramatic huff at Steph's arguing but couldn't say much else because you knew she was right. Sure, this was a last-minute decision, but deep down, you knew there was no way it could backfire.

"What if he's just, I don't know," you paused as you shifted in the backseat of your Uber. "What if he doesn't want me to be here?"

"Babe," Steph replied with a sigh, and you could picture her shaking her head at the way you were acting. "He hasn't seen you in almost two weeks. I can assure you he's not going to be mad that you flew to New York to surprise him."

She had a point, and you knew it. There was no reason for you to be nervous about if your fiancé wanted to see you or not.

You almost didn't go, to be completely honest. Being 31 weeks pregnant, travelling just was not an appealing thing to you whatsoever, and you hadn't flown anywhere since you and Auston returned to Toronto from Scottsdale about three months prior. However, you felt like you were in a rut.

Your maternity leave from work had recently started, and you felt so blah about it all. It didn't help that Auston was away, and yes, Steph helped a lot so you wouldn't get lonely. But, to put it simply, you just missed your fiancé, which is why the idea of going to New York came to be. It was only going to be for two nights, but there was a part of you that really wanted to do it. You knew you wanted it to be a surprise, though, so after letting Auston's family, your family, as well as the guys on the team, convince you that it was a good idea, you got in contact with your midwife and doctor, then booked your plane ticket.

"I guess you're right," you finally mumbled in response.

"I know I am. How far away are you from the hotel are you now?"

"About five minutes, I think."

"Ok, well," she replied. "I'm going to go then and text Mitch. They should be getting back to the hotel any minute now. You better keep me posted on how this goes, though."

"You know I will," you chuckled. "Thank you again for helping with all of this. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye!"

Once you hung up the phone, you looked out the window at the scenery around you.

New York was incredible on a regular day, but during Christmastime, it was unreal. You had been to NYC during December before. Still, instead of being there at the beginning of the month like you were at that moment, then you attended the ball drop ceremony with your sister, Mya, on New Year's Eve during your first year of university.

That seemed like forever ago, but looking at all the lights and decorations as you drove by reminding you of the magical aura that the city seemed always to have and helped you feel even more excited to see Auston.

After a few moments, you knew you were very close to the hotel. You texted Mitch to see where they were. Having a cousin that played on the same team as your fiancé had its perks, and this was one of them. Because of him, you were able to pull this kind of thing off, and of course, the other guys wanted nothing more than to help you surprise their teammate as well.

When Mitchy didn't answer, you opted to text Mo, and just as your Uber pulled up to the hotel, he responded, saying that they were in the lobby. Suddenly, you were nervous again.

However, with a deep breath, you grabbed your small suitcase, thanked your driver then exited the vehicle before making your way up the stairs and into the building.

As soon as you walked through the revolving doors, you easily spotted the guys.

They were all standing to the left of the lobby a bit, talking as they waited by the elevators, and it didn't take you long to spot Auston. He had his back to you and wasn't taking much part in the conversation as he typed away on his phone.

Ironically, your phone then buzzed with a text from him asking if you were ok to FaceTime in a few minutes. It was a tradition the two of you had, usually in the evening after dinner during away stretches. As Auston is getting ready to wind down for the night, he'll always call you, and the two of you will talk until one of you is too tired to continue. The fact that he was so oblivious to you being right behind him made you smile as you texted him back, telling him to call whenever.

Some of the guys noticed you, and it was apparent they were struggling to keep a straight face as you smiled at them. Then Mitch spotted you, and he lit right up but tried to play it cool so he wouldn't blow it as John subtly waved you over so you could surprise your fiancé.

"Hi, uh, sorry to bother you guys," you started, grinning widely as you saw Auston completely halt his movements. "I was just wondering if one of you could point me towards the check-in desk?"

At that, Auston whipped right around. He recognized your voice, but the absolute disbelief shown on his face proved that he wasn't 100% sure and needed to confirm.

"Oh, my god," he breathed out before closing the space between the two of you as fast as he could and engulfing you in a tight hug. "W-what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you!" You explained as you squeezed him, but cursed yourself as you felt tears welling up in your eyes. Damn pregnancy hormones. "I missed you."

"Holy fuck, and I missed you," he replied before pulling away to look at you. Almost immediately, he was gently cupping your face and using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. "Oh, babe, please don't cry."

"I'm just really happy, Aus. And these hormones are not going easy on me."

"I know, baby. I, wow, I can't believe that you're here. How was the flight? Are you feeling alright?"

"Give her a chance to breathe, Matts," Freddie spoke up, making everyone chuckle.

"Yes, I'm ok," you told Auston as you let him pull you back towards his chest again, watching as he scowled at his teammate.

"Leave me alone," he huffed before leaning down to place a soft but quick peck on your lips. Once he pulled away, he moved to stand behind you and wrapped his arms around to your front, making sure to rest his hand on your stomach as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. "I missed my girls."

"And we missed you, babe."

You then glanced over your shoulder at him and gave him another kiss.

"So sappy, always," Mitchy spoke up before walking over to hug you as well, initiating the same reaction from the other guys too. "How are you feeling, though? You good?"

"Yes, Mitchy, I promise I'm fine," you told your cousin as you hugged him back, then moved to hug Freddie, then Mo. "The flight wasn't that bad. Hopefully, when I go back in two days, it'll be as smooth."

"Two days!?" Auston asked excitedly from behind you.

"Yeah," you stated as you turned back to face him again. "You're stuck with me for two nights. It looks like I'll have to come to your game tomorrow, I guess."

He just grinned widely and shook his head.

"Damn, because I absolutely hate the thought of that. Why would I want to spend two nights with my hot ass fianceé, hmm?"

He winked, then pulled you closer again, knowing it'd get a rise out of some of the guys, particularly Mitch.

"Ok, chill, please," your cousin scoffed. "My room is next door again. She's already pregnant, Matts. Give me a break."

"Sucks to suck," Auston replied, and you quickly hid your face against his chest to avoid any further embarrassment. But, it wasn't long before Auston was pinching your sides to get your attention again. "Ready to go upstairs?"

"Yes, please."

And so started your little surprise visit to see Auston on the road, and it was absolutely worth it.

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[alitaimagines]

“you should let me love you. let me be the one too, give you everything you want and need. baby, good love and protection, make me your selection. show you the way love supposed to be. baby, you should let me love you.” 

character: keigo takami - MY HERO ACADEMIA 

note: sorry for all the Hawks! im just in a fluff mood for him. sooo, I might take requests after all. if any of you want to send something in particular, I’ll see if I can write it out! 

you had been together with Hawks for a few months now. 

was it hard? fuck yeah. did you regret ever telling him yes? absolutely not. being with Keigo was one of the best experiences of your life so far and you never wanted it to end. 

-

the two of you met after he saved your university from a villain. you were stuck as a hostage in a room with the villain itself. the class was filled with a bunch of students screaming, crying, or both but you were so paralyzed with fear that you weren’t able to say or do anything. 

once Hawks swooped in to save the class, he quickly defeated the villain before sending in the rest of the pro hero response team to grab everyone. 

you, being so struck by fear, didn’t move an inch. Hawks had seen this happen before and knew that the tears would be coming soon. your face was tucked in between your knees as he tapped you on the shoulder. 

“sweetheart, it’s fine, you can come with me.”

finally looking up, you seen the winged hero before slowly getting up. your hand trembled as you walked out of the university. a few of your friends instantly ran up to you as they wiped their tears to make sure you were okay. 

“lets get you to a medic,” one of your friends exclaimed as she slowly walked you to the paramedics. you still hadn’t uttered a word nor were you in the mood too. 

after your friends left you and the paramedic finally started checking you, they chalked up your frightened emotions as shock. they placed a weighted blanket on you before they noticed Hawks walking to them. 

he snapped his fingers as he told them to give you a few minutes alone, “I don’t think she’s in the right state of mind to be asked questions,” one of the paramedics said. he sighed, “I’m not asking her questions now leave,” he lectured as the paramedics finally listened and went to check on someone else. 

you were leaning up against the wall, your eyes still as hazy as they first were when he saved you. 

“you okay?” he asked as you didn’t respond. he sat next to you before sighing, “listen, I know what happened to you was traumatizing-,” Hawks didn’t even get through the first half of the sentence before hearing you bawl your eyes out. 

he watched as you hid your face between your blanket, “I could’ve died. my family could’ve had gotten a call that I was murdered. oh my god, how am I going to tell them?” you sobbed as you felt Hawks move you against him. 

“they’ve been notified,” he murmured as your eyes widened, “where’s my phone,” you yelled as you dug into your bag to see the 100+ messages from your family and friends. 

“call them in the morning, they know you’re okay but if you call them in the state you’re, it’s not going to help anyone here.” 

you knew he was right but you didn’t care. you immediately dialed your mom and heard her sobs racking through the phone as she asked you a million and one questions. 

“m-mom, it’s fine! i’m okay,” you managed to say as she tried to calm herself down, “c-can I c-call you tomorrow? I need to talk to the paramedics,” you lied as she agreed and hung up. 

Hawks saw you grip your phone as the tears kept flowing down, “thank you for saving me, I know you’re a very in demand hero and you probably need to get going but you saved me,” you admitted as he nodded. 

he had never seen anyone this shaken up before and truthfully, a part of him was disturbed. he saved hundreds of people before but for some reason, your reaction and you alone enraged him. 

Hawks never dealt with the aftermath of villains but he was going to make sure that the villain who did this actually served as many possible years as they could. 

“nah, I’ll stay behind and make sure you’re okay. don’t need you ruinnin’ off somewhere and getting hurt,” he replied as you shook your head, “it’s fine. I’m okay. I’ve received a few emails that I’m excused for classes for the rest of the week so I’m going to take the few days to recover,” you finally said without stuttering.

Hawks remained sitting as he watched you wrap the blanket around you, “do you have a car here?” you nodded as he finally thought of a way to keep an eye on you but make sure you weren’t going to noticed him, “I’ll walk you there,” he added on as you hesitantly agreed. 

you walked to your car in silence as Hawks held your backpack. your car was a bit on the beat up side but you were a college student, a brand new car probably wasn’t even in your financial means. 

you put your bag into the trunk before going to the drivers side and giving Hawks one final look, “thank you,” you whispered before getting into the car. 

he let you drive off for a few more minutes before deciding to fly and follow you to your house. he didn’t mean to be the creepiest person ever but he was just concerned about you getting home. 

your apartment didn’t look to be too far from your university but as soon as he watched you get into the complex, a sense of relief washed over him and finally decided to fly back to his agency.

-

it took Hawks a while for you to come around to the idea of you dating him. your fears were warranted though. you didn’t want to be so publicized in the media nor did you want any of his enemies coming after you.

you didn’t want to be in the hero field. far from it. so dating the number two hero was in the complete opposite side of the spectrum for you. 

there would be days where Hawks would just come by your house for a ‘glass of water’ in the middle of his patrol. you would be so adorably cute and make him not want to leave but he had people to save and villains to defeat. 

when you finally cracked down and accepted the idea of dating him, Hawks hadn’t felt so happy in so long. the idea of Hawks coming home to you and you greeting him with a hug and kiss basically projected him to cloud nine. 

that’s where you were now. it was a rare day off for him and you were cuddled up in his arms when he woke up in the morning. you were probably still dead asleep as you had a tendency to sleep without waking up to any commotion. 

you had your hair sprawled all over your face as he softly moved it away to get a good look at you. in a sense, you were like his own version of heaven. he didn’t even know if he believed in a God but if there was one, he felt like they placed you in his life on purpose.

Keigo didn’t really fall for the fake corny romantic bullshit but ever since becoming official with you, it was hard not too. you would greet him at your apartment when he stopped at your place after his shift and on the days where he asked you to go to his house an hour before his shift ended, you were there to greet him with a kiss. 

he truly never believed he would ever get the taste of such that life but here you were, in his arms peacefully asleep.

Keigo still hadn’t told you he loved you yet but he knew that would be coming sooner than later. he had no intention of letting you go now. you were stuck with the number two hero whether you liked it or not. 

it was already reaching ten when you started shuffling in place. he looked down at you as you opened your eyes and gave him the sleepiest smile you could have. 

“morning,” you muttered, “how long have you been up?”

he shrugged, “eight, maybe nine?” he estimated. your eyes widened, “that long? you haven’t gotten up to eat? would you want me to make you something?” you asked. 

“in a minute, I just want to hold you for a few moments,” he admitted. you gave him a kiss which he quickly deepened, “what has you so soft this morning? you’re usually teasing me by now,” you joked as he shrugged. 

“waking up to you this morning felt different,” he mentioned, “I’ve never waken up next to someone I love before.” 

your eyes widened as you grabbed his hand, “aw, Keigo, I’m honored. I know your life has been considerably harder in comparison to mine but you don’t have to feel like I’m going to leave you or something,” you responded as he nodded, “I love you too,” you said back making him smile. 

he immediately plopped you on top of him and kissed you again, “holding you this way is going to get addicting, you know that?” you giggled as you snuggled up to his chest, “really now?” you mocked as you got up, “well that sucks because I’m making you breakfast and you’re helping,” you told him as he chuckled lowly. 

you got off of him and grabbed his shirt before slipping it on and making your way to his bedroom bathroom. you and him brushed your teeth before he got into the shower. 

once he finished and put on a pair of grey sweatpants with a white shirt, he met you in his kitchen that went hardly touched. he maybe cooked once or twice in it? Keigo tended to order takeout and never did learn how to cook. 

you had headphones popped in as you took out a few things you bought yesterday and mixed them together before pouring milk. watching you do the most domestic thing ever made his heart flutter. it was like the two of you were married and in a way, he longed that this relationship would lead to that. 

“are you gonna help?” you exclaimed as he laughed, “coming love! you know you’re able to connect your phone to the stereo that’s in the wall, right?” 

he made his way over to you before giving you a kiss and helping you connect the music you had playing in your headphones to the speaker built into the wall. 

ALITA

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[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Paralles | Chapter 10

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Characters: OC! Violet Grace Dawson, Luke Patterson, Julie Molina, Carrie Wilson, Bobby Wilson, Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Flynn nolastname, Willie nolastname, Nick Danforth-Evans, Dirty Candy 

Guideline: Sunset Universe is the universe in which Sunset Curve is famous and Violet is friends with Carrie, Julie and Flynn. Candy Universe is the universe in which Dirty Candy is more famous and Sunset Curve has broken up. 

Song(s) used: Boy Bye - Emma Bale

Warnings: I wrote this after watching Ginny and Georgia, so.... I added Marcus Baker as a character don’t @ me. Minor anxiety. 

Words:  4,231

The second Violet woke up the day after her date with Luke, her phone started ringing. Glancing down at the screen, Carrie’s picture smiled back at her. Violet chuckled, not surprised that the girl was FaceTiming her at this moment and immediately picked up. 

Before Violet could even greet her best friend, the blonde girl attacked her with the important question. “How was it? Tell me everything!” 

Violet chuckled as she sat down on her bed with the phone angled in front of her. “It was so amazing! He took me to this fancy Italian restaurant called “Figurati Italia”, which I’m pretty sure means “Imagine Italy”.” She sounded dreamy and resembled a lovesick puppy. It scared Carrie a little as the girl droned on and on about how chivalrous and amazing Luke had been on the date. 

“He did say something about a blind date you guys had set us up on…” Violet continued after minutes of dream-talk about the date. “What’s that about?”

Carrie swallowed harshly. Being reminded of that mistake made the guilt well up in her stomach. “That was – uhm…” She searched her brain for the right words. “Violet – other Violet – was so in love with Luke and the boys knew Luke had a minor crush on Violet too, or at least they thought he did. So, we set them up on a date, before the whole Sunset Curve thing blew up. When they realized what we had done, Luke kinda laughed in her face and told her he’d never date her…” 

Violet’s jaw dropped. “What an asshole!” she snarled. “And you let me go out with him?!”

“I’m sorry, Vi! But this is different, this is – this is to get you back!” 

Violet chuckled, her second of anger switching out into worry. “And what if that’s not how we get me back?” 

“Then we’re just gonna have to find another way and in the meanwhile, get you used to this universe?” Carrie suggested. Her stomach felt weird in that moment, like a bad omen, a foreboding that something terrible was going to happen. 

The brunette girl nodded her head slowly, trying to wrap her mind around the idea of being here. Forever. She wasn’t the Violet that used to live here. She was nothing like her. Or at least, she didn’t think she was, judging from the stories she’d heard. People would notice, at some point that she wasn’t who they knew her to be. There had to be a way to mislead them. To learn to be the Violet they knew. 

“Do you know if Violet had some sort of diary? Just so I can get a sense of what she was like, how her brain worked and stuff?” 

Carrie pondered over it for a moment. “She did have this songbook she used to write her songs and thoughts into? I believe she hid it in her nightstand.” 

Violet immediately dove towards the white nightstand and opened the first drawer, finding a bright blue fake leather notebook with ‘VGD’ embossed in gold on the front. 

“I found it…” 

Curiosity rose within both girls. Carrie had never been allowed to look into that unless it was a song Violet was willing to share. Though she knew there was more in there than she was allowed to see. Violet’s biggest secrets, her deepest thoughts. They were all stored in there and now, the girls were granted a free pass into Violet’s mind. 

“What’s in it?” Carrie asked. 

“Songs, mostly,” Violet replied as she browsed through the notebook. She halted at a song titled ‘Homesick’ and as her eyes scanned the lyrics, she could feel every single feeling her parallel self was feeling in that moment. Her eyes halted at the date that was scribbled at the very top of the page. “Care… Around what time did you set her up with Luke on that blind date?” 

“Uhm…” Carrie hummed as she pondered about the question. “I’d say around March 2018 or something.” 

Violet’s heart dropped. “Huh…” 

“What?” Carrie asked. 

“I think Violet may have written a song about him,” she mumbled, but Carrie heard her, loud and clear. “It’s kinda heartbreaking…” Her fingers traced over the stains of run-out ink. Violet had been crying while writing this song. “Luke’s an asshole…”

“That’s no news,” Carrie scoffed. 

Violet stared at the paper while the gears in her brain started doing their work. “He needs to pay for what he did… He needs to pay for breaking that poor girl’s heart.” 

“And how are you gonna do that? He’s so self-absorbed and obsessed with his fame, he won’t even notice you’re trying to make him pay for what he did…” Carrie reasoned, but to no avail. Violet was already plotting the perfect scheme in her mind. 

“Vivi,” her mother walking into her room made her snap out of her train of thought. “Can you go to the store for me, please? I forgot the feta cheese for dinner tonight.” 

Violet rolled her eyes at her mother. “Of course, ma, I’ll go in a minute.” 

“Don’t call me ‘ma’,” her mother frowned. “And get outta bed, it’s past noon!” 

The girl managed a smile. “Sorry, mom. I’ll go in a minute.” 

Her mother shot her a smile before turning on her heel and leaving her daughter’s bedroom, letting Violet and Carrie to their conversation. 

“I hear there’s a super cute new bag boy in the store around the corner,” Carrie informed with a smirk. “Total cool guy. Guitarist and has a motorcycle.” 

“Huh,” Violet hummed as the gears in her brain started working yet again. “I do have a thing for guitarists, don’t I?” 

“That you do,” Carrie agreed. 

Violet chuckled before saying goodbye to Carrie and getting off her bed. After throwing on some fresh clothes and doing her makeup, Violet left the house for the store with the scheme unfolding in her brain. The new bag boy would be the perfect pawn in her plan. 

Though, when she entered the store and laid her eyes on the new bag boy, she didn’t expect him to be this gorgeous. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones, along with the perfect swoopy brown hair was enough for her heart to nearly burst out of her chest. 

“Fuck,” she muttered and made her way towards the cheese aisle. With her mind set on the pretty bag boy, she searched the shelves for the feta cheese and once she had found it, she reached for it. Being in such a rush, however, caused her to take the packet behind it with her, causing it to fall to the floor. “God dammit, stupid cheese,” she groaned to herself as she bend down to pick it up. 

A hand bumped with hers as she reached for it, and, when she looked up, she stared straight into Pretty Boy’s light brown eyes. Violet swore they stared right through her soul, baring every little piece of her. 

“What’s the cheese done to you?” he asked, chuckling as the two of them got up again, both holding the cheese. 

She regathered herself from the impact the boy had on her ovaries and flicked a strand of hair out of her face. “It did what I want you to do.” She confidently said, her lips slightly parting as it had always been one of the many tricks she had up her sleeve. 

Pretty Boy’s eyes skidded from the left to the right, trying to figure out what she meant. 

Smirking, Violet wrapped her hand tighter around the cheese and, as he was still holding it, pulled it closer towards her, pulling him along until his face was inches away from hers. “Fall for me,” she whispered before letting go and pushing past him. 

“You got plans tonight?” he shouted after her. 

Violet smirked and turned around, glad her plan was working. “Yep, I’ll be at Red and Blue tonight,” she told him, hoping he’d get the hint. Judging by the smirk that lifted his plump lips, Violet knew she was winning. 

“I’ll see you there then.” 

And the boy managed to keep his word. That night, when Violet was at Red and Blue with Julie, Flynn and Carrie, the Pretty Boy showed up too. Her breath hitched in her throat as she noticed him approach her. 

“You didn’t,” Carrie gasped in Violet’s ear. 

“I did.” She smiled at the boy. “Hey,” she greeted when he was close enough. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” he teased as he reached for her hand and kissed the back of it like a true gentleman. “I never got your name.” 

She went on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his ear. “Violet Dawson,” she introduced herself over the loud music. 

“Marcus. Marcus Baker.”  The two of them smiled at one another, causing Violet’s world to stop spinning for just a moment. “Wanna dance closer to the DJ? The atmosphere’s always better there.” Violet bit down on her lower lip as she nodded her head in response. Marcus then led her through the sea of dancing people, holding on tight to her hand. 

As the two danced together to the music, Violet noticed Luke walking into the club with his bandmates closeby. His eyes skidded across the crowd and halted when they met Violet’s. He hadn’t even noticed who she was dancing with until he had approached them. 

“Hey,” he said, “Who’s this?” 

“Marcus,” Pretty Boy introduced himself with a smile as he reached his hand out for Luke to shake, which the rockstar completely ignored. “Okay…”

“You wanna get out of here?” Luke asked Violet, cocking his head towards the door. 

Violet’s eyebrows knitted together, “I’m actually having fun, Luke. I’d rather stay.” She looked up at Marcus, shooting him a quick, apologetic smile. “But you can go if you’re not having fun.” 

“Oh, uhm… No, I’m staying. You want something to drink?” he asked instead, and Violet could tell he was getting a little nervous. 

“Sure. You want something, Marcus?” 

Marcus hummed and grabbed Violet’s hand again before guiding her towards the bar, leaving Luke to trail behind them. 

“When were you gonna tell me you had a boyfriend?” Marcus asked, his lips pressed to her ear to make sure only she would hear. 

Violet chuckled. “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. We went on like one date and I think he’s desperate for another, but I’m not really that interested.” 

“Ah,” said Marcus, nodding his head. “You need me to make sure he knows that?” 

Violet smirked. “No, I’ve got another idea for that.” She said and confidently made her way to the stage. Marcus watched as she walked, his lips turned up into a smirk. 

She grabbed the microphone on the stand and cleared her throat before nodding at the band, telling them to start playing the song. While the upbeat, bass-driven music chimed through the venue, the girl started swaying her hips before starting to sing with her eyes focused on Luke. 

“You thought I'd worry That I've made the wrong decision But I'm moving on way faster than I thought I think I've grown out Your destructive efforts Still you're holding on to all the things we loved”

A soft, yet distinctive guitar riff chimed in at the pre-chorus and when she looked up, she found Marcus next to her with a guitar in his hands and a smile on his face. 

“You want me to come back Like I want you anytime Now I'm here with somebody Now it's the sad boy you play out And again I'm falling Yet again that's no surprise Thought I left it behind”

Having Marcus there gave her the confidence to really go for it on the chorus. She started moving her hips to the music while singing the lyrics to Luke, who stood near the bar, watching her and Marcus like a hawk. 

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

The music went back to its bass-driven core and while Violet focused on Luke at the back of the club, Marcus couldn’t keep his eyes off of Violet as she sang. From the moment they had met, he had found her interesting. She was this overly confident, attractive woman and it intrigued him. He wanted to know what she was compensating for. 

“Friends keep asking why we're not together So I guess you haven't told 'em what you did Oh You may be sorry It's not better late than never And I think this time I'm glad we called it quits”

As even Marcus grew more confident on the guitar, Violet made her way over to him and leaned on his shoulder. This action made him look up. Neither of them could hide the smile crawling to their lips as their eyes locked. 

“You want me to come back Like I want you anytime Now I'm here with somebody Now it's the sad boy you play out And again I'm falling Yet again that's no surprise Thought I left it behind”

She stepped away from Marcus again and for a few seconds, kept eye contact with him until she got lost in the music and let herself go during the chorus. 

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

Her eyes landed on Luke again to see his reaction on her performance. She didn’t like what she saw though. He looked at her in the same way he had during their dinner. The literal embodiment of the heart eyes emoji. It frustrated her, but it didn’t distract her from the song. 

“But we gotta stop the playing round The playing round For Gods sake Oh we gotta quit the playing round It's more than we can take Oh we gotta stop this playing round The playing round For Gods sake Oh we gotta stop the playing round It's more than we can take”

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

Marcus took Violet’s glance his way as a sign to really go at it on the guitar and show off a little. It did seem to impress her as she turned towards him, giving him that same smirk she did in the store. 

“But I’m so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye Boy bye”

She let out a very last hum as the band stopped playing, Marcus included. The crowd then burst out into applause and even the guitar boy next to her clapped for her. Her cheeks heated up whilst she locked eyes with him. 

“I didn’t know you could sing,” Marcus said, placing the guitar back where he found it. 

Violet shrugged. “Didn’t know you played guitar.” That was a lie, Carrie did tell her that, but it was the right thing to say as it caused Marcus to bare his pearly white teeth that nearly caused Violet to get a heart attack. 

“That was hot,” Luke grunted in her ear when she and Marcus approached the bar for another drink.  

Violet furrowed her eyebrows. “You didn’t get the hint, did ya?” she asked and Luke tilted his head a little, the smirk vanishing from his face. “Leave me alone, Luke. Please?” 

“Wha– Violet?” Before he could say anything else, Marcus had already whisked her away to go and dance on the dancefloor with a drink in their hand. None of it made much sense to Luke, but he figured it was just the new way Violet operated. Maybe she didn’t want to be exclusive. Maybe he needed to try harder. 

And that’s what he was going to do. 

Try harder.  

Violet was almost scared to turn up to practice the next day. Luke would probably hate her for rejecting him and it would make everything awkward and weird. It wasn’t going to end well and she knew that. 

When she arrived at the garage, she was proven right. Luke acted cold towards her as soon as she entered the studio and everyone could feel how the warm, comfortable bond they had, had turned ice cold. 

“No, Bobby!” Luke groaned for the nth time that rehearsal. “It’s a B chord, not a C chord! Are you ever gonna get it right?!” His voice was thundering through the garage and it startled each and every person in that room. 

Violet glanced over to Carrie, who furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She hadn’t been informed about the conversation Violet and Luke had had the other day, but she could tell something had been off about the two since rehearsal started. 

“Luke, calm down!” Alex yelled at the lead guitarist. He did know what had happened between the two and he knew Luke was taking it out on everybody else instead of owning up to it like an adult. 

Luke scoffed, “No, Alex! This is exactly why we broke up in the first place! Because we don’t work!” His eyes flicked over to Violet, making her feel like there was a different layer to that sentence. They wouldn’t work either. 

“No, you’re just mad because you got rejected!” Alex fought back. At least someone mentioned the elephant in the room. The girls on the sofa gasped and all three of them immediately looked at Violet, who shrunk in her seat behind the piano. 

Luke clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Rub it in, why don’t you?” he muttered before placing his guitar on its stand and gathering his stuff. 

As he started to make his way to the door, Violet got out from behind the piano and ran after him. “You can’t run out of rehearsal, Luke! Come on! Just because I didn’t wanna go on a date with you, doesn’t mean you have to quit the band!” 

“I do though,” he said and turned around. With a few large, but slow-paced steps, he stopped in front of the brunette girl that had broken his heart and hurt his fragile reputation. 

“Why?” 

Sighing, Luke muttered,“Because I joined for you, you idiot.” 

Violet couldn't possibly say anything to that and let Luke walk away again. The feelings she had been feeling for him all this time finally got reciprocated. By a different version of Luke, that is, but still. It didn’t quite matter which Luke said it. She heard it coming from his mouth. The words she’d been wanting to hear for years. 

“I am so sorry, guys,” she breathed, hiding her face in her hands. “This is all my fault.” 

“It’s not your fault, Violet,” Reggie said, shrugging. “Luke’s just stubborn. He can’t take no for an answer.” 

It was supposed to make her feel better, but it didn’t quite. She had ruined any and all chances she had of returning to her own universe just because one version of that guy had hurt her years ago. 

“Can we end rehearsal early then?” Alex questioned, coming out from behind his drums. “I got a date with Willie tonight.” 

Violet smiled. At least that was a thing here. “Yeah, sure. It’s not like we’re gonna be able to perform at Chubbie’s anyway,” she said, shrugging. 

“We’ll get there, don’t worry,” Alex tried to soothe her and placed a hand on her shoulder as he passed her on his way to the door. 

“Yeah, we’ll be ready in time,” Reggie agreed as he, along with Julie and Flynn left the garage, leaving Violet with the Wilsons. 

Violet shook her head, trying to wrap it around what had just happened. “How can we be ready in time when the gig is this weekend?” she mumbled to herself when Carrie wrapped her arms around the girl. 

“I know how to get your mind off of everything,” she said, pressing her temple against Violet’s. “Girl’s night at my place.” 

Violet couldn’t help the smile reaching her cheeks. That did sound like a good plan. The best plan, even. It would keep her mind off Luke and the gig and the whole universe thing. It would calm her nerves and anxieties. 

Or at least, she thought it would until they arrived at the Wilson’s house. A group of girls stood at the front door, angry expressions on their faces and arms crossed in front of their chests. 

“Where have you guys been?” Kayla asked, grumpily. “We’ve been waiting here for over an hour!” 

Carrie squeezed her eyes shut. “Fuck, I forgot about rehearsal…” she muttered. 

“Rehearsal for what?” Violet questioned, unaware of any gigs that were happening for Dirty Candy. Though, judging from Kayla’s shocked face, there was a gig she should be aware of. 

“The gig this Saturday!” she sneered. “A mega-important gig at that!” 

Carrie and Violet glanced at each other, eyes widened in complete horror. The exact same day as the gig at Chubbie’s with the boys from Sunset Curve. As Kayla and the girls started yelling at Carrie and Violet, the latter completely zoned out. She couldn’t hear a word of what was said. All she could think about was how she might be stuck here for the rest of her life if she didn’t perform at Chubbie’s on Saturday with the boys. 

What if they didn’t show up after that humongous fight? What if that wouldn’t be the thing they had to do to get her back? 

The girl’s storming off snapped Violet out of her thoughts, yet she still found herself in some sort of state of shock. Nothing felt right anymore and everything kind of sucked. There was no way she was ever going to survive in this universe if stuff like this kept happening. 

“Vi?” she could hear Bobby’s voice in the far distance. “Are you okay?” 

She coughed, shaking herself back. “Yeah… Yeah. I’m okay,” she clearly lied but the Wilsons didn’t push further and instead took her inside where the girls watched some movies together. 

Within half an hour, Carrie had already fallen asleep and Violet couldn’t bear watching the rest of the movie. Her mind was restless and kept running back and forth over her options and every possible scenario that could happen. 

There was only one thing that could keep her mind off everything. So, she hoisted herself up from the couch and made her way to the music room where she took a seat at the piano. 

Her fingers grazed the keys, letting a soft melody fly out the instrument. A content sigh left her body as she let the music take her away. It felt nice to let everything out of her system. It seemed to be her one and only escape to her from this crazy world. 

“You okay, Vi?” Bobby’s voice shook her out of her thoughts, causing to stop playing the piano. “You seemed a little out of it earlier.” He moved over towards her and sat down next to her. Their shoulders touched and it caused a weird spark to send shivers down Violet’s back. Something she had never felt before. 

“Yeah… Everything’s just… a lot, you know?” Bobby tilted his head, urging her to elaborate. “The switching universes, Luke suddenly being into me, the pressure of being in Dirty Candy…. It’s just – a lot… I’m used to being on my own, writing music with my best friends, but now I’m suddenly supposed to be this whole other person…. It’s exhausting.” 

A single tear rolled down her cheek, which Bobby caught with his thumb just before it reached her lip. The two locked eyes and for a second, Violet found herself drowning in his eyes. She had never noticed how gorgeous they were until now. The dark brown, the slight twinkle that was in them. She had never seen him up close like this. Her eyes took that liberty to scan his entire face. From his eyes to his nose and cheeks to his lips. Before they could move back to his eyes, Bobby closed the gap between the two of them and kissed her, full on the lips. 

Violet was startled, at first, but quickly melted away under his touch, closing her eyes as he deepened the kiss. The kiss lasted longer than it should’ve, but Violet didn’t quite mind. Or at least not until her mind drifted back to Luke and she felt like she was kissing him instead of Bobby. 

This caused her to flinch back. 

“Sorry! I shouldn’t have…. I’m sorry,” she quickly muttered before getting up and running out. 

Though it was a mistake to Violet, Bobby didn’t quite see it like that. If it were up to him, this would’ve happened a lot earlier and could happen a lot more often. He had never admitted it to anyone, but he had been in love with Violet for years. Those feelings had never been reciprocated, so he didn’t act up on them either. Violet was just Violet. Until now.

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