#and like I need shoes and a mask and my keys it takes a minute to follow protocol and get out and the noise is so bad 😭

[oceantornadoo]

toxic but in love fwb!simon with some hurt/comfort

“i know your gala is important, si, but can’t you come? just this once i just want-“ you were wringing your hands, twisting them into unfamiliar shapes as you argued with simon, your situationship. you two were always like this, pushing and pulling at the boundaries of your relationship. moon and tide, destined to move each other but never close enough. “we’re not dating an’ i have a work thing. can’t come.” he shrugged nonchalantly, turning his head so he couldn’t see the pleading look on your face. instead, he pushed himself off your couch and reached for his jacket by the door. the silence in the air turned sour, some dark ugly thing created by him. his heart was a dead thing inside his chest, unable to muster a beat or two for you. he wanted to. a want so deep it ran in his blood, turning him cold. “fine. see you in six months or whatever.” your voice was stony, bitter. you reached for the tv remote and unpaused the show you two were watching, trying not to care about the sounds of him lacing his boots and grabbing his keys. you were done, done with this tug of war. you felt his stare drill through the side of your head as he put on his mask, the final bit to his ensemble. he might think that’s what got him named ghost, but it was really this, this act of playing human when he just didn’t care. he was a poltergeist in your life, knocking things out of order but refusing to show when it mattered. you were done.

one night later and here you were at your first art show, the debut of your career. dressed in your fanciest attire, second glass of champagne in your hand as you tried to network your way through the room. your feet ached from your shoes and there was an itch in your back you couldn’t quite reach, but you put on your best smile as another potential buyer went on and on about their summer in the hamptons. simon wasn’t here but it was fine. the tears you had been swallowing back for the past thirty minutes were just tears of joy at your accomplishments, nothing more. you thanked the buyer and turned the corner, finishing off your glass as you took a much needed break. suddenly a hush went over the crowd, a slight silence broken by a small quip. the room went back to normal but you went to check it out anyways, hoping it wasn’t someone making a bad comment about your work.

you arrived at the entrance and almost passed out at the sight before you. four men-no, machines, dressed in full military regalia stood in front of you. soap and gaz were already working the crowd while price was entertaining one of your donors, but your eyes were focused on ghost. ghost, who traded his balaclava for a more crowd-friendly medical mask, stood in front of you with a bouquet of carnations and a bottle of wine. you approached him slowly like you would a skittish animal, taking patient, methodical steps. “read carnations are for celebrations.” he said, almost sheepishly, as he mechanically thrust the bouquet towards you. you took it out of instinct, eyes still focused on his. “you came?” you said unbelievingly. simon was here, simon brought his friends, simon brought you gifts? he had to have been drugged or something. there was no way. “you called.” he answered, breaking out of his awkwardness. “‘m sorry for yesterday. knew i was coming, jus’ gave you a hard time. had to celebrate my girl’s first show.” your mouth dropped at that. my girl. “but…but we’re not dating?” you took a step forward, the rest of the room falling away as his gloved hand touched your cheek, brushing back the wrinkles on your forehead. “d’ya want to, lovie? was at this gala all night, thinkin’ bout how fun it would’ve been to have you there with me. makin’ fun of all those puffed up generals.” you let out a small chuckle and his back straightened, encouraged by the sound of your laughter. he loved the sounds of your laughter, your drunk giggles and your loud snorts. most especially he loved the sharp barks of surprise you made, the ones you gave when something or someone made you happy without expecting it. like now. “yes. if you’re sure.” the foggy emotions in your head were finally clearing, letting in the sun. his warm eyes caressed your face, pride evident in his face. “‘m sure.” he sealed it with a kiss to your forehead, not wanting to be unprofessional at your work event. simon felt something in his chest. maybe a heartbeat. maybe he had one after all.

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thought of the “you came? you called” tiktok audio with this one. currently on my period so y’all will only be getting emotional stuff for the next couple of days 🫶

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[ladymarycrawley]

Pampering night - John Stones

Not based on any request but sth I felt like writing because I was in a fluffy mood plus I've been missing that goofy tall man way too much 🥰

Warning: none, a lot of fluff

Tag list: @prideofpd @masonxomount @johnstonesfc

Small things are what make life worth living, or what make it a little more bearable at least.

Going back home after a long day at work, looking forward to a hot shower was among those little things aforementioned: that new rose scented shower gel waiting for you in the cubicle as well as the new hair mask you bought a couple of days ago made you eager to go to your nest.

When you inserted the key in the front door's lock to open it you were met with darkness and silence, meaning John was still out for training.

The first thing you did was taking off your shoes, a little satisfied moan following that gesture, as you left your bag on the armchair at the entrance where you would usually leave your things.

Secondly you went upstairs, entering your bedroom where you got rid of your clothes ready to have your well deserved shower. You walked in your bathroom and turned on the faucet to let some warm water roll down as you took your phone to message your boyfriend to let him know you were home.

A couple of minutes later you tested the water's temperature with your hand and you smiled when it got warm enough for you to hop in.

Needless to day you took all your time to wash your body and your hair, humming to the pop jams that were serving as the perfect soundtrack for that relaxing moment. You were all by yourself meaning you could sing out loud in peace, not worrying about bothering anyone and that made you feel so free.

As a natural consequence you didn’t hear when John came back home, an hour after you more or less. He smiled when entering your shared house as the sound of music mixed with your voice reached his ears.

The Manchester City player left his duffle bag downstairs near yours and walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of water, before following the noise that welcomed him and that would have led him upstairs.

When he got there you got out of the shower and turned off the music, wincing when his tall figure met your glance.

"Hello there"

"Hi…you were so quiet I didn't hear you coming back"

"You're too busy performing your own concert" He giggled, thinking about the 80s tune you were singing your heart out to, while getting closer to your lips.

You whined against him as he kissed your lips sweetly.

"How was your day?" You asked him as usual, walkingto where your divider was to discard your bathrobe on the floor and put on one of those big t-shirts you would usually use as pajamas.

"Yeah good, nothing special…" He answered absentmindedly while abandoning his body on the soft surface of the mattress underneath him. "Kinda tired though"

You popped your head to the side to catch a glimpse of his long legs dangling down the bed.

The only thing you had to get rid off was the towel you had wrapped around your head as a turban but, before that, you walked closer to the bed and slowly lowered your body over his to kiss him on the lips.

"Poor baby boy, it seems like you need some good pampering…"

John knew you too well to know what that pampering you were referring to meant and it was some skin care ritual you were keen on doing every now and then.

"I don't need any masks, thank you"

"The vitamin C one I got the other day would be perfect for you"

"Y/N" He huffed.

"I love you, remember that" You whispered, planting another peck to his lips as your towel fell from your head, causing his face to be covered with the cloth and your wet hair.

"Sorry babe" You laughed, trying to throw your hair back.

"I've read wet hair on your face count as a mask"

"John"

"What?? Not my fault you haven't been keeping up with the latest beauty secrets"

You got up from him to go and dry your hair, leaving the trail of perfume of your shower gel behind you. It was a pleasurable feeling, you felt so light and so careless and that was exactly what you needed to unwind.

Getting back to the bathroom your stare fell on the giant mirror before you where you could see John's figure getting up from the bed and scrolling a bit through his phone before taking off his jumper and dragging himself around the room shirtless.

The sound of the appliance in your hand thankfully covered the loud gulp you emitted at that sight: it was stronger than you, even after a fair while together you couldn’t get used to the perfection he embodied. He felt so good to be true

On his part he was a little shit because he knew how you felt and didn't lose any opportunity to tease you. He got closer to you to stand behind your body. To balance himself he pressed a hand on the counter before you and the other one on your hip bone as he placed his lips on your neck, to be more precise on the spot where your neck met your collarbone. 

You sighed and turned off the hair dryer to enjoy his loving cuddles, covering both his hands with yours.

"Are you ready to go back playing?" You asked him, referring to his injury. 

John nodded, brushing his nose against your jaw.

"Might be back for the game against Leipzig"

"That's great baby!" You squealed, turning to face him and cupping his face with your hands to kiss him. "So you need a mask to go back on the pitch in all your glamour, ready to defeat your opponents, blinding them with your hotness"

He rolled his eyes knowing full well he couldn’t resist you much longer, he had to give in to the skin care menace.

He stood there, hands on his hips looking kind of hopeless, waiting for you to apply the fabric mask on his face.

"John love, can you bend down a little? Can't reach it"

Every little thing that highlighted your height difference never failed to make him laugh and so he did that time too.

"Gonna sit down" He chuckled while walking backwards towards the the edge of the bed where he sat down to let you do your work. "is this height okay for you, little one?"

"Yeah, thank you" You muttered, a little stung by his jab.

John found you adorable when you got all annoyed and grinned, squeezing your bum affectionately.

"I have to shave actually, can I do it later?"

"No! You should have done it before the mask!"

"I'm still on time! You haven't applied anything yet on me face"

It was now your turn to roll your eyes as you already had the fabric thing in your hands, ready to put it on his features. 

"Go ahead then" You bumbled, moving to the side so he could go take his razor. "You don't have to shave, you want to"

"Babe -"

"You know what I think about your beard"

"And you know what I think about it too"

As he was busy doing his thing, you wasted no time and in the meanwhile and applied your lotus flower eye patches under your tired eyes.

You were nothing but perfect in your eyes: two people madly in love doing small ordinary, almost unremarkable things together, made special by the love that kept you together. 

That moment no doubt would be impressed in your mind forever but you also wanted to have something material that would have helped you reliving it in the future too so you took your phone to snap a picture of it: John brushing the razor against his upper neck as you wrapped your left arm around his chest, bright pink patches on, holding the phone with your right hand to take the picture.

You smiled looking at the final result on your screen.

"Look how cute we are" You gushed showing him the picture. "Gonna use it as my lockscreen"

John didn't like the idea of you "displaying" your love at the whim of indiscreet eyes, someone that could spy on your private world that was for the two of you only.

"Come on, you once put an x-rated pic as your lockscreen!" You whined referring to a particularly hot photo session where he would use the one he took of him biting on your bum.

"It was just a joke! I put it just to mock you and removed it soon after"

"Yeah just in time for Rúben and Kyle to see it" You grumbled quite bothered by that event.

John, on his side, found it sort of amusing and started giggling "Well, it means I succeeded in taking the piss"

"Ha ha how funny…come on, the mask is waiting for you"

While you were keeping your eye patches posing you basically pushed John to sit on the edge of the bed to apply that damn mask on his face.

"Ok so now you'll keep this for the next 25 minutes and shut that pretty mouth of yours up"

You both had to keep it on for 25 minutes so you took advantage of that time to chill out on your bed: you got seated with your back against the headrest, your legs stretched out as John would use you as his pillow, resting his head on your upper body.

That posture together with the gentle scalp massage your fingers were applying on his head, made him release all the tension built up in the last weeks and ended up falling asleep. The little snores coming out of his mouth borught a genuine smile to your face and removed his phone from his hands. You kept on moving your hand through his curls. 

Those small things were what made your life worth living, having your favourite human being by your side to share them with was an added value that felt like the biggest gift life could ever give you.

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[neoarchipelago]

Madripoor High (Part 4)

A/N: There's a few talks of Simon's canon backstory in here.

Warnings: Violence, Sexual content, Abuse, Torture, Sexual abuse

Even your simple shoes echoed on the marble floor of the hotel. Simon had groaned and complained about your choice of hotel for the night but caved in. You walked to the front desk, the big scary man behind you gaining everyone's attention. 

"Good afternoon. How may I help you?" The desk clerk asked, a soft smile on his face, but eyes gazing at the hooded masked lieutenant. 

"I'd like to know if you have any rooms available." 

"Oh, of course, let me check. How long would you like to stay?" He asked, typing away at his computer. 

You turned to Simon, asking him. 

"Not more than a night." He mumbled. 

The clerk nodded, forcing a smile on his lips. The situation didn't look nice at all. The big scary man next to you, almost making it seem like he had… kidnapped you. Fuck. You searched through your bag, getting your wallet and picking up one of the black cards and the identity card that went with that one, putting it in front of the Clerk. 

"Here, put everything on my card." 

"Oh. Very well, miss… Riley." The clerk smiled. 

Oh… yes. You had in fact used Riley as a fake name. You bit your lip smirking, avoiding Simon's gaze. 

"And… will you be sharing a room with… Mr..?" He asked. 

"Mr Riley." You chuckled, trying to hold back your laughter. The clerk nodded again, smiling up at the man. 

"Well, we have one room left, one of the Master suites!" The clerk smiled. You smiled back. "I'll be checking you in, and making sure your suite is ready, it'll take a few minutes. You may sit in the lounge, and a drink will be offered." He invited. 

"Thank you." You smiled, turning back to Simon and looping your arms through his. 

"Let's go Mr Riley." 

He tensed but walked nonetheless. 

"Mrs Riley…?" He hissed under his breath. 

"A fake name… don't worry." You hissed, your smile never faltering. 

You took a seat in one of the sofa chairs, Simon sitting in front of you. 

"Aren't we supposed to be low-key…?" He said. 

"Sometimes not hiding is the best way to hide." You smirked. 

He shook his head. 

"Calm down. Enjoy the stay. We have to find some proper clothes for tonight." You mumbled. 

"This is being a bit more risky than we expected. Price is probably going to call me." He said. 

"Call him then. Keep him informed." You inquired. 

He nodded, grabbing his phone. 

"I'll be right back." 

You smiled at him as he stood and walked back into the lobby. 

You sighed. You closed your eyes letting your head fall back a bit. This tangle of a mission was becoming a bit too hard to unravel.

"Miss? Is… everything alright?" 

You opened your eyes looking up at the server. 

"Oh hi… yes I am." 

He looked at the lobby, worried look in his eyes. 

"Do… Do you need help?" He whispered. 

Bingo. 

"Help?" You asked. 

"Hum… yeah…" he pointed towards the lieutenant. 

You chuckled. 

"Oh.. no no. He's my bodyguard. But thank you for worrying. It's amazing of you to do so." You offered him a sweet smile. 

He relaxed, before taking your order. A simple cocktail would do. 

Ghost walked back to the table, sitting in front of you. 

"I ordered for you. With a straw." You teased. 

He glared at you. 

"They'll be joining us. Probably be here in an hour." He informed you. 

You nodded. 

"Well, we need proper clothes for a night club. We'll drop our stuff in the room and go shopping." You said. He seemed annoyed. 

"Don't like shopping?" You smirked. He didn't need to answer. "Alright. I'll find another way." You smiled gently. 

He nodded as a thanks. The drinks were put down in front of you, the server smiling at you but avoiding your 'bodyguards' gaze. You sipped on your drink, checking your phone for anything interesting from the data that you collected from the dealer's phone. Lots of text messages. Clients, other drug dealers. A few from his boss, that being the most interesting ones. Finishing your drinks, the clerk walked to you. 

"Mrs Riley. Your suite is ready. Here are your electronic keys." 

You thanked him, rising to your feet. You were dying to lay down for a little while. The way to the elevator and up was drowned in silence. You almost skipped your way to the door of the suite. When the door opened, showing a large living room, an open view on the large bed, you almost squealed happily. You ran dropping your bag on the couch before jumping on the bed, giggling. You didn't notice the way the lieutenant looked at you, amused. 

"Let's rest a bit. We got a few hours ahead of us." You heard. 

You happily agreed, kicking your shoes off and upping yourself on the bed to grab a pillow and cuddle it. You didn't exactly feel like napping but you were slightly tired. Before you could actually rest you decided to look for some way to bring clothes to the hotel. 

"Hey…" You whined, cuddling the pillow closer. "Tracker…" . You frowned through your sleep. 

"Not yet… please…" you whined. A sigh met your plea. A soft brush on your forehead, a strand of hair being pushed aside. 

"Wake up. Come on." It was slightly more firm now, contrasting with the soft touch of the gloves. 

You blinked your eyes open, Ghost having already taken three preventive steps back. 

"There's people with clothes waiting in the living room." He said. 

You took a deep breath, sitting up on the bed. You tangled your fingers through your messed up hair, finding the courage to finally stand. Following Ghost into the living room, you greeted the professionals, standing in front of clothing racks full of clothing for men and women. The room phone rang, Ghost picking it up. 

"The team is here." He told you. 

"Right on time." You smiled. 

Thirty minutes later, everyone was trying out clothes. Valeria was particularly enjoying it, taking time to choose a good outfit and making you try various as well, the more outfits you tried the more skin was showing. 

"Valeria. No." You stated. 

"Valeria yes!" She countered. 

You rolled your eyes. 

"This one!" She chimed, holding a pretty creamy satin dress. It hugged the curves, spaghetti straps on the shoulder. You didn't truly have time to say anything as she pushed you to the bathroom as gaz was walking out. She pushed him out of the way, throwing you in and closing the door. 

"God damn it…" you cursed under your breath. 

Ok, maybe it wasn't that bad. It hugged the right place, no matter how fluffy those places were. This might be it. You stepped out, looking for Valeria's approval, falling eye to eye with Simon, standing near the couch. He wore a black hoodie, a black leather jacket on top, hood on but black skull face mask. He eyed you up and down quickly before looking away. 

"There you go, you sexy thing!" Valeria's proud voice rang loudly. 

"Are you trying to seduce me?" You teased her. 

"Always muñeca." She winked. 

You walked to the lieutenant, his body stiffening. 

"Y/N. Can we brief on the mission for a moment?" Price called from across the room. 

Odd. 

"Sure!" You answered walking to him. Everyone was dressed appropriately for a night club, chest hair, and tight shirts. 

"What you got?" He asked with a smile, making you frown. 

"Let's step in the bedroom, I'll show you on my laptop." You answered. 

Once in the room, you closed the curtain doors, though it wouldn't help much. You sat on the bed, patting the space next to you. He smirked while sitting down. 

"What's wrong?" You asked with a soft smile. 

"What do you mean?" He smiled wider. 

"You know everything on the mission. The Lieutenant has been religiously informing you. You called me to get me away from him. Why?" You asked in a lower soft voice. 

He sighed, holding his hands together as he braced himself on his knees. 

"The lieutenant… has had a hard past." 

"Who hasn't.." you mumbled. 

"Particularly hard. He… without going into detail, it's not my place… was tortured." 

You frowned. Not that it was unusual for a soldier but, something made you feel uneasy. The thought that he, in particular, had suffered it. 

"Unfortunately there was also sexual torture." 

"Sounds like a kink…" you smirked weakly, trying to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, you knew what it meant. He huffed a chuckle but remained at that. 

"So..?" You frowned. 

"He might be uncomfortable. With you, close up looking all … hum.." 

"Yummy?" You teased. 

He chuckled. "Yeah… that. He won't admit it, but he's kind of afraid of his own feelings and behavior." 

You thought for a second. Alright. You could stay away from it for the night. 

"Alright. No problem." You smiled. 

"Thank you." 

You nodded. 

Your way to the club was filled with chatter. You all had a briefing, let yourself mingle in the crowd. You and Valeria had to drag Tashy out back to the hotel or in a secluded place. Easy enough. You sat in the back, Price driving the van you had rented to fit everyone, Ghost sitting in the passenger seat. You sat in the far back with Alejandro in the middle and Valeria on his left. You couldn't stop yourself from throwing glances at him from across the van. 

"Caught your attention?" Valeria whispered across Alejandro, making him frown. 

"What?" You whispered back, leaning over Alejandro to also get close to her. 

"The masked pendejo." She said. 

"What's it with you, who catches my attention?" You whispered back. 

"It's unusual. That's all." She teased. 

"You know what's not unusual? You, starving over Alejandro's cock." You spat back. 

"Oy! I'm right here!" He said loudly, gaining attention from everyone in the van. 

"What's happening back there?" Soap asked, full of curiosity. 

"Y/N-" Valeria started. 

"Valeria want to suck Alejandro and I'm holding a fucking candle!" You interrupted loudly. 

"Puta madre Y/N!" Valeria cursed, Alejandro following. 

The van filled with laughter as you glared at her. 

Arriving at the club, you easily walked in, the rumor that a billionaire and her friends were in town quickly spreading. You rolled with it, after all, it wasn't fake news. You asked for a VIP corner which the club owner was greedily happy to provide. 

You knew it all too well. Money attracts rats like honey attracts bees. The noisy club made your heart jump. It reminded you of madripoor. The smell of alcohol and acid in the air. You sighed. You had opened the corner to some people in the crowd, after all you had to pretend you were here for fun, being secluded was going to attract attention. Various bottles of alcohol sprawled on the table, laughter and voices trying to break over the sound of the music. Everyone was enjoying themselves, or at least trying, while keeping an eye out for Tashy. 

Valeria stood next to you as watched over the club from the balcony VIP corner. She sipped on her drink, looping her arm in yours. 

"How long has it been? When was the last time we got out together?" She half screamed in your ear, making you wince. 

"Too long. Someone had to go and end up in jail." You teased. 

She winked at you, making you smile. Yes, it was a love and hate relationship, but you loved that girl. She was your friend, however crazy and annoying she was. You let your head flop on her shoulder, a laugh shaking through her body. She placed a kiss on your cheek before walking away. You watched her leave, eyes catching a little scene behind her. Ghost leaned against a wall, a lady's hand on his chest as she obviously flirted with him. His body screamed uncomfortably. 

You glanced at Price who sat next to Gaz with some ladies, he too, was watching the scene.

His eyes fell into yours, he was going to stand as you raised your hand to tell him to remain in his seat. You walked over to the poor Lieutenant as he looked up to watch you. 

"Who the fuck are you?!" You spat menacingly. The girl glared at you. 

"Who the fuck are you?" She spat back. 

"The one who's paying for this pretty corner and that grey goose in your fucking cup." You answered. 

She seemed to realize her mistake, wanting to remain in the high class corner of the club. 

"Oh hum… didn't know he was yours… sorry." She said, lowering her gaze. 

"Get the fuck away." You threatened. 

She didn't say anything else as she scurried off to the girlfriends. You glared at her all the time she walked away. 

"Thanks." You heard close to your ear. You shivered slightly. 

"You don't have to stay. Price and the others are here." You told him, getting close to his ear as well. "Go back to the hotel room." 

"No." 

Stubborn idiot. You visibly sighed, shaking your head. His eyes squinted. 

"You know." He said. 

"No. I imagine. I think it's worse." You said looking away. 

"I don't want your pity." He snarled. 

You gave him an offended look, stepping closer. 

"It's not pity! It's fucking rage!" You answered, surprising him. 

You turned your back, walking away, back to Valeria. 

"What's wrong?" She asked. 

"In the mood for trouble. Any views on the target?" You asked. 

"He just walked in." She answered with a wide grin and a wink thrown your way. 

You nodded, taking the last sip of your drink as she downed hers. Both putting your empty cups down on the table, she looped her arm in yours again as you aimed for the stairs, ready to lose yourselves in the dancing bodies and spilled drinks. You felt the heavy gazes of the boys on you, Alejandro and Rudy uncomfortable to let Valeria out of their reach, the others… you didn't know exactly. 

Walking through the crowd was slightly easier than expected, money really was a powerful thing as they left a bit of a place for you both to walk. Valeria walked you to the ladies bathroom, making sure to pass near the table of the dealer boss. It was perfect. As you walked out of the bathroom, two broad men stood nearby, stopping the two of you.

"Ladies, our boss would like to offer you a drink at his table." One said. 

You looked at each other, pretending to think about it as Valeria pretended to try to convince you. You 'caved in' at her offer as they both walked you towards Tashy's table.

"Ladies! Welcome to the club! How are you enjoying the party so far?" He immediately rang as you both sat down on either side of him. 

"Not bad. Been to bigger places though." You answered with a teasing smile. 

You let Valeria do most of the talking as you pretended to be bored. 

"What's wrong, love?" The man asked, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. You wanted to punch him but you retrained yourself. 

"Well. This is getting boring. Might turn to a more… private party. What do you think Jessie?" You asked, turning to Valeria. 

"Oh well. That'd be lovely" she said, tone clearly implying dirty things. You bit your lip softly, dragging the attention of the man towards the movement. 

"Should we invite our new friend here?" She asked, dragging a finger down his chest. 

"Think he's interested?" You asked, looking him in the eyes through your lashes.  

"Well… who wouldn't, ladies?" He answered with a sheepishly wide grin. 

"Should we take him to the suit? Him and his men?" Valeria kept teasing. 

"Oh that'd be lovely." 

He agreed. The idiot. 

He had nicely driven the both of you in his  fancy car. The rest of the team had already left the club, waiting for you in the hotel room. In the lobby you walked to the clerk, handing him a few hundreds, asking him for some privacy on the things he has been witnessing. He didn't blink, probably used to bribes. 

You and Valeria hugged the man as he arms rested on the small of your back, the two big bodyguards standing right behind the two of you. Tashy was proudly displaying drugs and his high ring of drug dealing, that dumbass used to rich girls who loved substances and sex, doing anything to end up in his sheets. 

You unlocked the door to the suite, the five of you walking in. It seemed absolutely empty as you separated from the man, offering him another drink to 'heat up the room'. Valeria happily chimed in walking to you. 

It was the perfect moment for the rest of the team, erupting from their hidden places, jumping on the two bodyguards as you calmly poured yourself and Valeria a drink. You handed it to her, glass clicking together before you turned back to the scene, all three men on the ground, the bodyguards knocked out and Tashy hands behind his back, being pulled back up to sit on a chair. 

"Nice job!" Soap said, looking at the both of you. 

Valeria happily kissed your neck, making you shake your head as she walked back to Alejandro and Rudy. You sat on the couch, crossing your legs as you leaned back. 

"I get I'm not gonna be able to use that pussy." The dealer spat from his chair, surrounded by the team. 

"Wahou. You drug dealers surely got a lot of Rizz. Do you actually get women like that?" You questioned sarcastically. 

"Fucking bitch!" He spat. 

"Mrs Bitch for you." You said, rolling your eyes. 

"Sorry to interrupt. But we have a few questions for you." Price said, face suddenly serious, bringing the man's attention towards him. 

"Perhaps you should go to your room." Valeria said, handing you the dealer's phone. 

You understood what it meant. Things you didn't really want to see were about to happen. 

"Alright… try not to be too noisy so the rest of the hotel doesn't get called." You said as you stood up. 

"Sure." Soap said. 

The boys were incredibly serious. It made you feel uneasy. Perhaps the gaze in Simon's eyes was the most terrifying of them all. You shivered, crossing his gaze as you walked to him. 

"Put on your headphones." He ordered. 

You swallowed, before nodding. He noticed but didn't say anything. You walked to the room, closing the curtain doors and immediately putting on your headphones. You'd work on the phone while they…  interrogated Tashy. 

A full hour later, you had found a whole interesting circle. Higher ups and higher ups. But the most interesting things were message from a certain 'snake' who had given Tashy a meet up point with what you suspected had been Echo. It's funny. How a little recording, in a bad condition was enough for you to track what is probably one of the biggest secret in Madripoor at the moment. A body appeared through the curtains. You smiled at the skull mask who walked to you. 

You took out your loud headphones, watching him sit on the bed..

"Anything?" He asked. 

"A few clues. Gonna need to look deeper into it. What about you?" 

"A few things. Waiting on a local team to pick him up. We'll report tomorrow." He explained. 

You were half listening. You were staring. A tiny, little, droplet of red on his mask was captivating your attention. 

"Tracker?" He called. 

You put your laptop aside, scooting closer. He stiffened, staring at you. You raised your hand. He immediately caught your wrist in a bruising grip. You winced. 

"I'm not… going to take it off!" You hissed. 

He slowly, unwillingly let go. You inched your hand closer, slightly touching the right cheek of the bone mask, whipping the droplet of blood with your thumb. 

You let your hand fall, watching the red stain on your skin. 

"Sorry." 

You looked up at him, as he looked down at your finger. 

"It's nothing." You said, getting up to walk to the bathroom, washing your hands. 

When you walked back, he hadn't moved from the bed. And he was still looking at you. 

"I'll be taking the couch with Soap." 

You frowned. 

"You can share the bed with me. That couch don't fit two of you." You said. 

"I'm not sharing the bed with you." 

"Fine. I'll ask Soap then." You smiled. He seemed to not really enjoy the idea. "What? Scared I'm going to stab him in his sleep like the villain I am?" You told him, frustrated. He remained silent, thinking. 

"We can share the bed." He finally said, standing and walking away to the other room. 

Had he taken you seriously? You felt actually annoyed now. Whatever. 

You had hopped into bed while they took care of the Trashy problem. Soap was staying on the couch for the night while you had managed to find another room in the hotel for the rest of the team. A last minute cancellation. 

Ghost walked in, looking up at you as you typed on your phone. He didn't say a word as he walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later he walked out, jogging and a tight t-shirt as pajamas. You tried not to stare going back to your phone. He slipped into bed, next to you, back turned to your body. You sighed, putting your phone on your night stand and sitting down the light before also turning your back at him, closing your eyes. 

The bed moved. You frowned. You opened your eyes, the heaviness of sleep weighing on you. You turned to look at your bed roomie. His breath was fast, cheats rising fast as his brows were furrowed. Was he… having a nightmare? 

You stood on your forearm, hand rising to touch his chest. It was a second. He was fast. The hand around your neck tightened bruisingly, cutting your airflow. You barely had time to panic as he stood over your body, eyes furious and lost in his panic. He was still lost in his dream. You could see it. Your hands grabbed his wrist, trying to make him let go, scratching the skin there. 

"S..Simon…" you whispered through the pressure against your neck. 

His eyes widened, immediately realizing his position and releasing his killing grip, hand falling next to you to brace himself instead. You closed your eyes, catching your breath. Was he… shaking? You opened them to fall into deep auburn ones, shock and worry filled his gaze. You took another deep breath, before smiling softly. He flinched slightly. You raised your hands, he flinched again. Cupping his cheeks through the simple balaclava you softly rubbed your thumbs over his cheeks, looking up at him with soft eyes. You wanted to calm him down. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch ever so slightly. 

You let your hands travel to the back of his neck, applying a tiny bit of pressure. His eyes snapped open, confused. 

"Shh… trust me." You whispered again. 

In a slow, almost scared movement, he let you bring him down to your chest. You closed your eyes, relieved. One hand on his head, thumb caressing, another on his back softly scratching up and down through the shirt. His breath evened slowly. You knew that even like that, he was still in the haze of his nightmare, his brain probably fogged up. He would never have let you hold him like that otherwise. He would never have snaked his arms around you. Let himself turn to his side bringing you closer to him as he buried his face in your chest. You blushed. Heavily. Thank god the room was dark and Soap was sleeping. 

His hand sneaked under your shirt, feeling the skin of your back as you kept rubbing his back. He didn't move anymore. Didn't go further and didn't slip away. Time passed and you could feel his chest finally rising slowly at an even pace. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes. He was glued to you. 

You remained with your eyes closed. It was… warm. His large hand on your back, skin to skin… was… comforting. You should probably scoot away from him. This wasn't… professional. But it was comfortable. And it made you feel… good. Safe. He moved slightly, intertwining his legs with yours, making it unable for you to move away. Well… that made up your mind. Perhaps. Just for tonight. It was ok. 

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Home Is Where Your Heart Is Set In Stone

A/N: Happy @lucienweekofficial, lovelies! Lucien certainly wears plenty of masks, but what about a mask of stone? ;) Our favorite foxy boi is next up for my Gargoyles series, and I hope everyone enjoys! You don't need to have read Gargoyle Cassian to understand, but it can make it more fun. Also, this fic is especially dedicated to @separatist-apologist! Happy birthday-eve! What better way to celebrate and to honor you than with monster Lucien 😇 Warnings for smut and monster-fucking and all that jazz :)

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As the elevator doors close, Elain slumps back against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment and letting out a quiet sigh. Despite only riding the elevator up to the eighth floor, she briefly considers sliding down to sit on the floor, wonders if anyone would judge her for it. They shouldn’t. It was a long day at the bakery today, and her feet ache.

All Elain can think about is kicking off her shoes and collapsing onto the sofa. Maybe Nesta will be okay with her locking herself away in the bathroom and taking a long, soothing bath. Maybe they can break out a bottle of wine and watch some silly comedy that Elain will only have to half pay attention to and will take her mind off of the big mother-baby group in need of mid-walk treats, off the father who needed extra last minute cupcakes for a birthday party, off the women who needed almost one of everything for a brunch.

The elevator doors ding and slide open, and Elain heaves herself out and into the hall. Thankfully, it’s just a few steps down the hall before she reaches the apartment door, but Elain has to think for a moment about which key is the correct one for the apartment door and which is for the apartment complex entrance. Is it the key on the right? No. The key on the left?

Elain tries the key on the left of the keychain Nesta had given her, but while it slides in, the lock doesn’t turn. With a frustrated huff, she yanks the key back out. Just her luck, it seems, after the day she’s had. She adjusts her grip to switch to the key on the right when a sound from inside the apartment has her pausing. A giggle. Elain is confident that the last time she ever heard her older sister giggle was when they were both still girls, but there’s no mistaking the sound, nor the low, deep chuckle that follows.

Taking a deep breath and settling her expression into cool neutrality, Elain slides the correct key into the lock and opens the door. Nesta is perched on her kitchen counter, Cassian standing cradled between her thighs and leaning against his hands either side of her hip. The sound of the door has Nesta snapping her attention toward Elain, has her tugging the collar of her tee–or more likely, Cassian’s tee judging by the size–back up and over her shoulder.

“Hey, Elain,” Nesta greets easily, offering a small if not slightly embarrassed smile. “How was the bakery today?”

“It was fine,” Elain dismisses with a shrug, going over to where her bags live and crouching down to root through them aimlessly.

With her back turned, Elain is able to relax her face. She doesn’t have to worry about hiding her pinched lips and cool expression. It’s not that she isn’t happy for Nesta. She is, truly. Even if she’s still not fully sure where Cassian even came from, her sister’s boyfriend seeming to pop up one day and the two of them suddenly in love despite Nesta never mentioning him. Ever. But, it’s clear that her sister is happy, clear that Cassian loves her and respects her, clear that he’s exponentially better than Tomas Mandray ever was. But every time Elain sees the way Cassian looks at Nesta, sees the soft adoration shining in his eyes, it has her heart squeezing painfully between her ribs.

Graysen never looked at her like that.

Perhaps that should have clued her in sooner, should have been a sign of the messy end that was to come. She had just been so sure that Graysen was the one for her, that he was her true love, her soulmate, just like the princess books she read when she was little. But clearly that was an absurd notion, and all that love she held for him only led to her being blind. It only led to her coming home to their apartment and finding Graysen in their bed with his secretary.

The memories rushing back to the forefront of her mind has rage flaring back to life within her. It burns hot on the back of her tongue, sends sparks of red skittering through her veins, and Elain clenches her fists around the fabric in her hands. Fuck Graysen. Fuck him for disrespecting her like that. Fuck him for throwing away everything they had. Fuck him for having the nerve to kick her out of their apartment after what he did.

“Cassian made lasagna for dinner,” Nesta continues, unaware of Elain's tumbling thoughts.

“That’s alright. I have plans with Vassa,” Elain tells her, pulling out a simple sundress from her bag. “Just came back to change first.”

Before Nesta can say anything else, Elain scurries off to the bathroom. Her sister doesn’t need to know that it’s a lie, doesn’t need to know that she has zero interest in being an awkward third wheel. Again. As grateful as she is for Nesta allowing her to crash on her sofa until Elain figures out her own place, spending every night watching her sister and her boyfriend make obvious heart eyes that often lead to obvious heated stares at each other is not exactly Elain’s idea of fun.

Which is why Elain keeps up the pretense of plans with her best friend as she washes the flour from her hair and makes sure the strands fall in soft curls around her shoulders. Why she keeps up the pretense and changes into the sundress she grabbed. Why she keeps up the pretense and waves goodbye to Nesta and Cassian and walks right out the apartment even though she has nowhere to actually go.

The door closes with a soft snick behind Elain, and she lets out a quiet sigh. Now, she just needs actual evening plans. She supposes she could try one of the local bars down the road, but she doesn’t have an interest in listening to cheesy pick-up lines all night. She could text Vassa, maybe give some credibility to her lie, but then she’d just be trading in one third wheeling evening for another.

As Elain continues to contemplate her options, she hears the distinct ding of the elevator doors opening. Not wanting to be caught awkwardly in the hall by one of Nesta’s neighbors, Elain rushes away and pushes open the door to the stairwell, hiding out of sight. She presses her back against the wall and holds her breath, listening and waiting for any sounds out in the hallway. Voices coming from the stairwell just a floor below her have Elain scrambling up the stairs. She rushes up and up until the regular stairs end, until she reaches some sort of winding, rickety looking set of stairs.

Elain had almost forgotten that the apartment complex has roof access. She knew that Nesta was fond of spending time up there. Perhaps the roof could offer Elain the same escape. Testing the first step to make sure it’s actually steady and secure, Elain pads her way up to the large, metal door at the top. It takes a bit of force to get it to open, Elain having to practically throw her entire weight into it, but with a creak of the hinges, the door gives way, and she steps out into the evening air.

A quiet gasp tears its way free from Elain as she takes in her surroundings, the view. The city stretches out all around her, but it’s the sky that truly captures her attention. Streaks of pinks and purples through the clouds, the whole sky a golden orange hue as the sun sets. Elain’s feet are carrying her closer before she knows it, leaning against the western ledge to get a better look.

She reaches for her phone to take a photo, her arm brushing against something cold and hard. Elain looks to her left only to come face to face with a large gargoyle. She almost falls back on her ass as she jumps back and away in alarm. She’s not sure how she didn’t notice the gargoyle before. How she didn’t notice any of the gargoyles. Now that she really takes a look around the roof, she realizes there’s three. It seems odd to have an odd number, but perhaps it’s a lucky number?

Daring to step closer again, Elain takes a better look at the gargoyle facing the sunset. It seems to have some sort of strange carvings into the knees, and with the sun setting in front of it, the gargoyle’s face is cast in shadow in a way that’s almost unnerving. With a shudder, Elain turns away, focusing her attention on the other two gargoyles. The one facing south has large wings stretched behind its back that are just as unnerving, but the one facing east doesn’t look as ominous.

She walks over to the gargoyle and peers up at it, tilting her head as she admires the craftsmanship that must have gone into creating it. The gargoyle has been carved with almost a curtain of hair hanging down to the shoulders, and Elain realizes there’s horns too. She reaches her hand up, following the slightly ridged curve of them where they curl down toward the ears. Her fingers continue to trace a path to the face, to the lines that run like scars from eyebrow to cheek.

For a moment, Elain swears that she can hear a soft sigh on the wind, swears the stone almost seems to shudder beneath her touch. It has Elain snatching her hand back and cradling it to her chest. She spins back around to continue watching the sunset, but as the sun fades fully from view, the shadows and inky darkness of night start to creep in. Even with the full moon coming to life overhead, the darkness presses in from all around, leaving anxiety swirling in her gut.

Elain doesn’t know what it is, but it almost feels like there’s someone watching her, that she’s not alone. She wraps her arms around herself and tries to fight off a shiver, reminding herself that that thought is absurd, but she still can’t quite shake it. No matter what her rational mind says, her heart still ticks up between her ribs, the hairs on the back of her neck still stand on end.

She swears she feels the whisper of a touch along her arms, the warm presence of someone behind her, and Elain has officially had enough. She stomps toward the roof door and yanks it open, stepping back inside and into the safety of the apartment complex. She follows the steps down and down and down until she reaches the ground floor, putting as much distance between her and the roof, between that trepidation that had seized her, as possible.

She pushes out the backdoor of the complex and into the courtyard garden instead, taking in a deep breath of the sweet scent of begonias, of coreopsis and daisies. Now this is where she feels the most at home, the most comfortable. She follows the winding path deeper, toward the trees that mark the end of the courtyard and the property, and leans down to slide her fingers along the silky petals of the hydrangeas.

“My love.”

Elain jolts at the sound of a voice, at the strange nickname. She whirls around to find a man standing in the shadows just inside the tree line. He’s tall. Even from this distance, Elain can tell he must have over a head on her, and his eyes are pinned solely on her.

Elain has to swallow hard before she’s able to find her voice again. “Hello?”

The man steps forward, into the moonlight, and Elain realizes with a strike of fear that he’s not a man at all. He’s a monster. His fingers stretch down into points, into claws, and Elain notes the tail that swishes back and forth just behind his legs. Large, purple-ish horns curl up and over the deep, red strands of hair hanging around his face. He’s like something straight out of a storybook, out of a horror novel, and yet there’s something familiar about this monster, something that tugs and thrums deep within Elain’s chest and begs for attention.

Elain’s eyes dance over the monster’s face, taking in the different colored eyes. One russet and one golden. The long scars that run along the skin from eyebrow to cheek around that golden eye. It’s the scar that has Elain’s own eyes widening, realization crashing into her hard enough to steal the breath straight from her lungs.

“You’re the… the gargoyle. From the roof,” she whispers, barely believing her own words even as the truth stands right here before her very eyes.

“Yes,” the man confirms, daring to take a step closer. “I’ve waited a long time for my mate’s sweet scent to free me, and now, I will enjoy her sweet taste.”

Holy gods, he’s going to eat her. She came out here for some peace and quiet, an escape, and she’s going to be eaten by this monster.

Elain is still reeling from the fact that this is the gargoyle from the roof very much alive and standing in front of her that she doesn’t even realize he’s moved closer still until one of his arms is wrapping around her waist. Elain’s entire body freezes and locks up at that touch. His grip is strong, all but hauling her against his chest, and his skin is surprisingly warm despite him being literal stone before. For a moment, Elain swears she can hear his heartbeat thundering away, but maybe that’s just her own. With the claw resting at her waist, hand large enough to span the entire thing, the threat is clear. There’s no running.

The gargoyle leans in close, running his nose along her temple and seemingly breathing her in. He lets out a quiet sigh, grip tightening at her waist, and Elain starts trembling from head to toe.

“Please,” Elain begs, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please don’t eat me. I’ll do anything.”

He groans, his lips brushing along her temple and cheek. “Hearing you beg might be the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I can’t wait to hear you beg more, to hear you scream my name while you do it.”

Elain frowns at that. He wants her to scream out his name while begging him not to eat her? Clearly, this monster is some sort of masochist, takes some sort of sick pleasure in truly humiliating her before killing her. But still, Elain latches onto what she can. Maybe if she keeps him talking, he can’t do much devouring. Maybe, if she distracts him, he'll decide he doesn't want to eat her after all, or she can get away at least.

“And… and what is your name?” Elain asks, praying the waver in her voice isn’t too obvious.

“Lucien.”

“Lucien,” Elain repeats, causing the gargoyle to groan again. “That’s a nice name.”

“You're meant to tell me your name now.”

“Why would you need to know my name?”

Lucien pulls his face away from her hair at that, a frown tugging down his lips. His free hand reaches up toward her cheek, the tips of his claws just barely skating across her skin before her entire body tenses up, her head snapping away on instinct. The reaction just seems to confuse him more, eyebrows dipping low as he peers down at her.

“Why do you cower from me, my love?”

A near hysterical laugh bubbles up out of Elain before she can stop it. “Have you looked in a mirror recently?”

Lucien cocks his head, the red strands of his long hair tumbling over his shoulder. “Am I not pleasing to you?”

Elain rakes her eyes over Lucien's form, finally really taking him in, and well, she supposes there are worse ways to go. If she's going to be eaten by a monster, at least it's an attractive one. With no shirt to be seen, it leaves the expanse of golden bronzed skin on full display, the shadows of the night around them cutting into the lines of lean muscle that make up his arms and chest. His torn linen pants hang low on his hips and hug tight to his thighs, leaving little to the imagination in the best way. His hair falls in a cascading waterfall of red around his horns and face, framing a strong jawline, framing those golden and russet eyes. Even with the scars slashed across his skin, he's beautiful, and Elain's fingers itch with the urge to reach out and gently trace the lines until he's shuddering beneath her touch.

“You have not answered my question, my mate,” Lucien says, breaking Elain out of her staring.

“You keep saying that: my mate. I don't know what it means.”

Lucien leans in close again, pressing his lips to her cheek. “It means you are mine.” He moves to kiss her other cheek. “And I am yours.” He shifts again until his lips are hovering just over hers. “It means that you have freed me.”

“Oh…” Elain breathes, already pressing up onto her toes, already leaning into him, almost subconsciously.

“Tell me your name,” Lucien requests quietly, his breath a whisper across Elain's lips.

“Elain.”

“My mate. My love. My Elain.”

Maybe it's because no one has ever spoken of her like that, with so much reverence, like they really, truly mean it. Maybe it's because deep down she is still bitter and hurt by what Graysen did. Maybe it's because for a moment, Elain swears she feels something golden and strong wrapped right around her heart, tugging and urging her on. Whatever it is, Elain reaches her hands up, burying her fingers amongst the strands of his hair, and yanks until the space between them vanishes.

Elain's not sure what she expects kissing a gargoyle, but kissing Lucien sends heat skittering down down spine, her toes curling in her shoes. Lucien seems to radiate heat every place that he touches her, as though fire burns just beneath his skin and in his veins. And he kisses like it too. His lips slot and slide against her own, his tongue pressing past the seam and into her mouth. Even with his claws, he cradles her face so gently, bending forward to keep their lips firmly locked together despite the height difference.

Before Elain knows it, her back is pillowed amongst the grass and the dirt of the garden, Lucien settling above her. His hands trail across her shoulders, down her arms to her wrists, pinning her hands up above her head. He tears his mouth away from hers but only to press a line of kisses along her jaw and throat.

“Shouldn’t we… um… should…”

Elain’s words trail off as Lucien scrapes his teeth along her pulse point, any and all thoughts eddying out of her mind. Her entire body feels like it’s blazing, a familiar heat that’s been missing for longer than she cares to admit. Even before she and Graysen broke up, Elain wouldn’t say she had a lot of experience with passion with her ex-fiancé. But it’s hard to think of any other man when Lucien is sliding the strap of her sundress down and aside, the path of his lips moving down along her collarbone.

“Oh, gods,” Elain moans quietly, arching up against him as Lucien mouths hotly at the swell of her heaving breast.

The trail he’s tracing barely seems to pause, Lucien continuing down along her sternum, across her covered stomach. He slides down until his shoulders are cradled between her spread thighs, Elain pressing up onto her elbows to watch him. The sight has her breath catching in her throat. Lucien’s hair hangs around him like a fiery halo, a wild expression on his face, and in that moment, Elain swears she can see an actual flame sizzling in his gaze.

“Does this mean you're not going to eat me?”

The smirk Lucien settles her with is downright devilish. “Oh, Elain. I most definitely intend to eat you. I intend to have you falling apart on my tongue and my fingers until you're begging to fall apart on my cock.”

“Right,” Elain somehow squeaks out, swallowing hard. “But. We’re outside. In public. We should…”

But Elain doesn’t even know how to finish that sentence. They should what? Go upstairs to her older sister's apartment? She knows that Nesta has adventurous taste in romance books, she’s certainly seen some of the titles and covers on her sister’s shelf, but this feels like a step too far. Walking through the door with a literal monster in tow? Elain can already picture Nesta’s shocked face, and Elain has a creeping suspicion that someone of Cassian’s size would probably try to protect her, try to fight her gargoyle. Besides, where would they even go? Fuck on Nesta’s sofa?

“I cannot wait another moment for a taste of my sweet mate,” Lucien argues, his hands sliding up Elain’s thighs, pushing up the hem of her sundress with them until the fabric is bunched around her waist. He presses two fingers against her still clothed cunt, drawing a gasp out of Elain as he traces a line upwards. “Are you already wet for me, my love?”

Elain whines high in the back of her throat when Lucien starts to draw tantalizingly slow circles over her clit, bucking her hips up against his touch. “Lucien, please.”

“Did you need something?” Lucien asks lightly, his too innocent tone not fooling Elain for a second.

“Stop teasing.”

“Use your words, Elain. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to keep your word,” Elain snaps with a huff. “What happened to not being able to wait another moment?”

Lucien’s smirk only seems to grow at the quip, something like excitement sparking in his gaze. Something like pride. His claws finally hook in the waistband of her panties, tugging the fabric down her legs and off. The clothing item is barely discarded before Lucien’s mouth is pressing along her inner thigh. His teeth nip at the skin as he traces up and up, heat curling in Elain’s gut as he gets closer to where she really wants him.

Elain opens her mouth, ready to complain about his teasing again, but any possible words are cut off with a loud moan when Lucien licks a thick stripe over her, tongue swirling on her clit when he reaches it. The vibrations of Lucien's answering groan against her has Elain’s hips bucking up to press closer to his mouth, but his hands curl around her thighs, claws digging in the barest hint and holding her still.

Graysen certainly had little interest in ever going down on her, and Elain had started to suspect that no man particularly enjoyed the act, but with the way Lucien devours her, she’s beginning to think perhaps she was wrong. With the way he keeps groaning against her, his hands flexing as he works his mouth over her, it seems like there’s nowhere else Lucien would rather be.

He keeps alternating his pace, what he’s doing. Slow, thick licks. Fucking and curling his tongue up into her. Swirling over her clit and sucking it between his lips. It has Elain’s head swimming, dizzy with the pleasure that courses like sparks beneath her skin with every change up. She can do nothing but grasp onto Lucien’s horns and hold on, can do nothing but let him draw every moan of his name past her lips.

Elain can feel herself cresting higher and higher, feel that heat coiling tighter and tighter in her gut. As if he can sense how close she is, Lucien turns all his attention to her clit, one of his hands sliding across her hip, up over her stomach, and to her breast. Without missing a beat, he tugs down the scoop neck of her dress, palming at her breast and tweaking at her nipple. It sends her tumbling over that ledge, Elain hips jolting up against Lucien’s hold as her orgasm tears through her.

She expects Lucien to pull away then, but he only seems to bury himself deeper, tongue continuing to lap at her. It has another round of aftershocks crashing through Elain, a whine torn from the back of her throat even with the overstimulation. She shifts one of her hands from his horn to his hair, tugging at the red strands, but the gesture merely makes Lucien groan again, Elain shuddering at the vibrations.

“Lucien,” Elain somehow chokes out, tugging at his hair again.

Lucien finally pulls back, and just the sight of him has Elain swallowing hard. His red hair is tousled and messy where it hangs around his face, an almost wild expression to his golden and russet eyes. And she can see the remnants of her release smeared around his smirking lips. It’s absolutely sinful.

“Did you enjoy that?” Lucien asks, sliding his thumb across his bottom lip before sucking the digit into his mouth.

“Did you?” Elain fires back, daring to raise a challenging eyebrow.

Part of it is because of the underlying teasing tone to his question, but the other part is to see if the reaction she garnered from him before was a fluke or not. Graysen had never hesitated to tell Elain when she was being bratty, when she was being a bitch. He never hesitated to remind her that she should be quiet, that she should be docile, the perfect, meek little housewife that he wanted. Never raise her voice. Never speak back. Never get her hands dirty.

But the way Lucien’s eyes spark, the way he keeps smirking, it has Elain’s heart pounding in the most dangerous way.

Lucien raises himself back above Elain, aligning their hips and rocking his still clothed hardness against her. “You tell me.”

Lucien closes the distance between them, kissing her hotly and pressing his tongue into her mouth. Elain whimpers against his lips, able to taste herself on him. She tugs more meaningfully against his hair, keeping him close to her as she rocks her hips up against him and chasing what friction she can.

Elain feels a pressure curl around her thigh, and for a moment, she’s confused. She can feel Lucien’s hands cradling her face. But when Lucien pulls away from the kiss, she glances down and realizes it’s his tail that’s holding her open and keeping her hips pinned to the ground. As if it has a mind of its own, the end of the tail slides teasingly up and down along the inside of her thigh, sending a shiver skittering up Elain’s spine.

“Beautiful.”

The whispered tone of Lucien’s voice draws her attention back to his gaze, and Elain supposes she shouldn’t be surprised to find him staring intently at her. But she doesn’t expect the softness that’s taken over his expression. She doesn’t expect the tender way his thumb skates across her skin over the blush she’s sure is spilling across her cheeks. Words die in and clog the back of Elain’s throat, and she can do nothing but pull Lucien down into another searing kiss.

“Please,” Elain begs against his lips. “Lucien, please. I need you.”

“I made you a promise, Elain,” Lucien tells her, his teeth nipping into her bottom lip and tugging. “And I intend to keep it.”

Lucien’s hand slides down her front, tugging her dress down even further until it’s merely a belt of bunched up fabric around her waist. His lips follow the same path, nipping and sucking at her skin, laving attention to each breast in turn. His hand continues the downward trek, but it’s clear he’s done teasing.

Elain gasps as he sinks a finger into her, clenching hard around the single digit. She doesn’t know what to pay more attention to, the way he pumps his finger or the way he swirls his tongue around her nipple. Either way, Elain can already feel herself cresting higher again dangerously fast.

“Fuck, Lucien,” Elain moans, digging her nails into his shoulders, down his arms. “Don’t stop. Gods, please don’t stop.”

“So beautiful. My beautiful Elain,” Lucien tells her, sinking a second finger beside the first and curling them until Elain is keening. “But you’re even more beautiful when you come, and I’d like a repeat showing.”

Lucien increases the pace of his fingers, his tail sliding further up her thigh until it presses against her clit. Another curl of his fingers and Elain arches up off the ground, coming with a shout she just barely has the foresight to cover up with a hand to her mouth.

Elain is still coming down from the high of her release when Lucien shifts above her. He discards his pants and aligns their hips, sinking into her inch by inch. He’s larger than Elain expects, stretching her in a way that has her toes curling, in a way no one ever has, in a way she’s not sure she’ll ever get enough of. At least, Lucien seems just as affected. He buries his face in the crook of her neck with a groan, one of his arms stretching beneath her and grasping tightly to her waist, keeping their chests pressed flushed together.

“I think I might be addicted to your sweet cunt,” Lucien murmurs against her skin. “I don’t ever want to leave.”

“So don’t.”

Elain rocks her hip up, encouraging him to move. Lucien lifts his head and smirks down at her, and Elain worries that he is truly going to make her beg for it, going to tease and make her use her words again. But then Lucien pulls his hips back just to snap them back forward again. Each rock into her is deep and hard, setting Elain alight until she dissolves into a litany of moans and Lucien’s name.

“That’s it, Elain. Tell the whole world who you belong to,” Lucien breathes hotly against her lips before stealing another searing kiss, the pace of his movements picking up. “Gods, you have no idea what you do to me.”

Lucien’s hand snakes between their bodies, finding her clit with ease. His fingers traces circles across it in time with his thrusts, and the dam breaks. White spots dance behind Elain’s eyes as she orgasms again, her entire body feeling weightless as she arches up into him. She’s half aware of Lucien stilling above her, of warmth filling her deep. She sinks back against the dirt, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

“Have I tired my sweet mate out?”

Elain opens her eyes to find Lucien peering down at her, amusement dancing in his own gaze. It has fire sparking anew in Elain’s veins. She hitches her legs up higher on Lucien’s hips, pressing her thighs in and using momentum to flip them over. Lucien lets out a quiet sound of surprise as he goes sprawling on his back into the dirt, Elain astride across his hips. His hands reach for her waist, to steady her, but Elain is quick to capture his wrists in her hands, pinning them up by his head and leaning down so her nose brushes against his.

“Who said anyone was tired?”

Elain begins to circle and rock her hips until Lucien is groaning beneath her, until she can feel him hardening again. She sets a hard and brutal pace, using her hands on Lucien’s chest as leverage as she rides him. Every press down of her hips is an overstimulation to her clit, but it’s still not enough, and Elain tosses her head back as she chases her pleasure.

“Gods, I’m the luckiest male ever. Look at you.”

Lucien shifts beneath her, planting his feet, and then he’s snapping his hips up to meet her every movement. It only takes a few more thrusts before Elain is clenching hard, her whole body practically shaking with her orgasm. Lucien groans out Elain’s name as he follows her over the ledge, both of them riding out the aftershocks together.

Elain slumps forward against Lucien’s chest, sighing happily when she feels his arms wrap around her and holding her close. She lets her eyes flutter closed, smiling softly when she feels his lips press against her hair. With her head nestled against him, she can hear the steady beat of his heart just beneath her ear, her own an answering echo between her ribs.

When Elain opens her eyes again, she’s surprised to find her dress has been readjusted to cover her again, that she’s been moved beneath the shade and cover of the treeline. For a moment, she almost wonders if she imagined everything that happened before, if she fell asleep in the gardens and it was all some strangely vivid dream. But when Elain shifts, she finds Lucien sitting beside her, his elbows resting on his raised knees as he stares out at the flowers around them, at the way the early morning light before dawn breaks paints everything in hazy golds.

Elain sits up as well, hooking her arm through Lucien’s and pressing a sweet kiss of greeting to his shoulder. Lucien shifts his hand to lace their fingers together, and Elain realizes that no longer does he have claws. In fact, he looks perfectly human now, no horns or tail to be seen.

“My love,” Lucien greets her quietly, bringing their joined hands to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“You don’t look like a gargoyle anymore.”

“No. You freed me from the curse that was placed upon my village, that made me into that. Cursed to be locked away in stone until the day my mate came to me on the night of a full moon.”

“So, I’m still your mate?”

“You will always be my mate,” Lucien assures her, turning so he can slide his free hand across her cheek. “And you will always have my heart.”

Elain can’t help but blush at his words, but she leans forward and closes the distance between them. As Lucien kisses her back, something warm, something so incredibly right, blooms in her chest, settling like roots between her ribs. That golden thread glows brighter, grows stronger, where it’s twined around her heart, and Elain is sure that she’s never felt happier.

~ * * * ~

“Elain.”

Elain paces back and forth across the small space. She tugs at the hem of her top and then her hair, letting out a quiet sigh. It’s fine. Everything will go just fine.

“Elain, my love.” Lucien’s arms curl around Elain’s waist, tugging her closer and into his chest. “You need to stop worrying.”

“Easy for you to say,” Elain huffs against the fabric of his shirt. “You were literal stone a week ago. Now, go through the story again.”

Lucien sighs, even as he drops a sweet, soothing kiss to her hair. “Elain—”

“I don’t need my sister thinking I’m crazy. Go through the backstory again.”

“I was a regular at the bakery,” Lucien begins dutifully. “And I always had a crush on you. When I heard that you and that absolute piece of shit—”

“Graysen.”

“—broke up, I decided to finally ask you for drinks, and you agreed. And now we are madly in love and you can’t get enough of me,” Lucien finishes with a devilish smile, reaching his hand down to squeeze Elain’s ass and haul her closer still.

Elain bats Lucien’s hands away with a fond roll of her eyes just as the elevator doors open with a ding. She steps out into the hall, Lucien capturing her hand in his and lacing their fingers together as they walk the short distance to Nesta’s apartment door. Taking one final deep breath to steady herself, Elain raises her fist and knocks.

“Elain,” Nesta greets when she pulls open the door, stepping back to allow them into the apartment. “And this must be—”

“Lucien! Gods, it’s so good to see you again.”

Elain can do nothing but gape, nothing but blink in surprise, as she watches Cassian pull Lucien into a big bear hug, slapping him on the back with a wide grin. She doesn’t understand what she’s seeing, doesn’t understand how this is possible. Cassian is greeting Lucien as if he knows him, as if they are old friends, but Lucien was a gargoyle before.

And then it hits Elain.

Cassian seemed to come out of nowhere, Nesta never mentioning him before he moved in with her. Much like how Elain announced her new boyfriend along with her new apartment she’s renting with Lucien. And when she had first gone up to the roof, she had thought it strange there was not a fourth gargoyle to make it an even set. But that would mean…

Elain snaps her attention to Nesta, her older sister’s eyes wide and the barest hint of a blush coloring the apples of her cheeks. As if she too has come to the same conclusion, has realized the implication of Lucien and Cassian clearly knowing each other. For a moment, there’s just awkward silence hanging in the air between them, and then Elain can’t help it, she laughs.

—

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[tsukiasaurus]

Ours. - Chapter 2!

A/N: Gosh, I wasn't expecting this to have such an overwhelming response! Thank you all for your reblogs and likes, it really means the whole world!!

Warnings: hair pulling, sloppy blowjobs, sub!yamaguchi, dom!tsukishima, degradation (slut, whore), fingering, use of pet names (angel, good girl) not really a warning but the boys are referred to by their first names MDNI 18+

You looked at yourself in the mirror, flattening the skirt of the forest green dress that you were wearing. Your hair was slightly curled, falling in little ringlets along your forehead. It was weird, getting dressed up like this, but you were told that you were going to a fancy restaurant, so you needed to look the part.

When you first moved in with Kei and Tadashi, you saw the two of them as your best friends. Tadashi more so because he would always let you come into his room and tell him about anything that was on your mind. He knew more about you than anyone else, including when you lost your virginity at that high school party. Kei also knew things about you now that you were close, and sometimes took the liberty of teasing you about things. A soft knock on the door brings you back to reality.

"Come in." You say, adjusting the neckline on your dress.

Tadashi walks in, a soft smile on his face. He wears a nice pair of khakis, a navy blue button down, and his favorite dress shoes. He looks absolutely adorable and you can't help but return his smile.

"You look stunning." He says. "I knew that dress was going to look amazing on you."

"Thank you Dashi." You reply, looking down at the skirt. "It has pockets!"

You giggle as you spin, hands in the soft pockets of the velvet dress. Tadashi chuckles, shaking his head softly. "Are you excited?"

You look up at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I'm nervous." You admit. "I don't know why."

"Well, I was terrified on my first date with Tsukki." Tadashi says, sitting on the edge of your bed. "It's totally fine to be nervous. Is there anything I can do to ease your nerves?"

You smile, running your hand through Tadashi's hair. He leans into your touch, something that he does whenever you play with his hair.

"I don't think so," You say softly. "I just feel like I need to make a good impression for some reason."

Tadashi giggles and looks up at you. "You already made an impression, angel." He says. "That's why we want to do this. You're so beautiful and amazing and we want to make you ours."

You feel your cheeks flush as you look down at him, his cheeks also sharing a similar crimson.

"C'mon you two!" Kei calls from downstairs. "I made a reservation, so we need to leave in the next 10 minutes."

Tadashi stands up, giving you a grin before kissing your cheek. "I promise it's gonna be okay." He says. "You look beautiful. And don't mess with your hair, I promise it looks perfect."

**

At the restaurant, you sit next to Tadashi in a booth while Kei sits across in a chair. Like Tadashi said, it's super fancy. There are so many people in dresses and suits. Each table has a chandelier illuminating it and a bouquet of roses sitting in the center of the mahogany wood.

"Wow, this place is gorgeous." You breathe, looking around at the surrounding decorations. "How did you get a reservation so quickly?"

"I know a guy." Kei shrugs a shoulder. "I wanted a place that was almost as gorgeous as you."

The flush on your cheeks seems permanent as the two boys dote on you the entire evening. Tadashi peppers kisses along your face and neck, making you giggle, while Kei places his hand on your knee under the table.

It's dizzying in a way. You'd fallen for the boys sometime last year, when you were sick with a stomach bug. Both boys had taken the day off work to care for you. It was so out of character for Kei, even when he wore a mask and would tsk at you whenever you did something that he thought was 'too strenuous'. He showed you that there's a secret, loving side of him underneath that harsh exterior. It first presented itself when he took your temperature and it was a pretty decent fever. You'd never felt so cared for.

A soft nibble on your earlobe sends you crashing back down to earth again. You gasp and shiver, making Tadashi chuckle.

"Stop daydreaming, Y/N." Kei teases with a grin. "We're talking to you."

"S-Sorry."

"As I was saying, the relationship that Tadashi and I have isn't exactly traditional, obviously." Kei starts, taking a sip of his water. "Have you ever heard of a dom and sub dynamic?"

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. "Yeah, I know what that is."

"That's what we are." Tadashi says with a smile. "Tsukki takes such good care of me."

You give Tadashi a smile, remembering how he would sit in your room for hours, gushing over Kei and everything that they did. Even if it was 3 am and he woke you up.

"If it's okay with you, we'd like to add you into the equation." Kei says, hunger in his eyes.

"How would that work?" You ask. "I've never...done this before."

"You'd basically be dating both of us, and we'd be dating each other as well." Kei explains. "A polyamorous relationship. Everything is equal, we would all love each other the same."

You nod slowly, taking in the information. You weren't expecting Kei to completely dumb it down for you like that. It did seem interesting though. Having two opposites. Kei's dominant and straight forward nature mixed with Tadashi's submissive and timid nature seemed to appeal to you like nothing else ever had.

"We'll go slow, I promise." Tadashi said.

You nod as Kei fiddles with his tie, something that you observed when he's nervous. His eyes were still filled with lust and hunger, but his hands shook. It was clear that he didn't want to mess this up.

"I'd like to try it." You say. "I know you boys will take care of me."

**

Back at home, you quickly get out of your dress to shower. As beautiful as a velvet dress looked on you, it was a bitch once you got sweaty in it. Who even thought about putting long sleeves on a dress anyway?

You're showered and in comfy clothes in about a half hour, which is pretty incredible since you usually took such long showers that the hot water would run out. You sit on the couch, curled up with your book. As much as you enjoyed the two boys, they really interrupted you right when the book got good.

You're engrossed in the chapter you're reading when Kei comes downstairs. His heart pangs in his chest as he sees you wearing one of his shirts. It hangs off your shoulder in a way that makes him nearly drool. He needs to mark your skin, needs to hear the sounds you make. So, as you finally get to the good part of the book yet again, you feel his lips on your neck.

You let out a gasp, shivering at the contact.

"K-Kei, I was just getting to the good part." You whine, a moan leaving your lips as he bites down.

"I still can't believe you read for fun, you nerd." Kei mumbles against your skin before licking the now bruised area.

Tadashi walks in, instantly pouting. "I wanna play with her too!" He whines.

With a nod, Tadashi is now kneeling as your legs are spread.

"Pants off." Kei orders in your ear. "Panties too."

You do as you're told, slipping out of your pajama bottoms and favorite panties. Tadashi licks his lips, hand already palming himself through his pants.

"Can I please taste her?" He asks, large amber eyes looking up at Kei.

"It's up to Y/N," Kei says, smiling at you. "What do you say, pretty girl? Want our boy to make you feel good?"

You nod, nearly panting already.

"Words, whore."

"Y-Yes please." You whine.

In an instant, Tadashi's lips are on your cunt. His tongue flicks up your folds and circles your clit. You barely have time to gasp before a moan tumbles out of your mouth. Tadashi hums as he tastes your juices, tongue prodding your hole.

"That's a good boy," Kei praises, tugging on Tadashi's hair. "Make our girl feel good with that slutty mouth of yours."

Tadashi moans against your pussy, sending electricity through you. Your hands find their way to his hair and tug him closer. You're nearly humping his face already.

Tadashi pulls away for a second, your slick covering his mouth and chin. "Can I finger you, angel?" He asks, swallowing thickly.

You whine at the loss of contact, nodding your head. You arch your back as Tadashi goes back to eating you out, gently nipping on the skin of your inner thighs as one finger rubs against your hole. Slowly, he inserts a finger, immediately finding your g-spot. He presses it with a harsh suck to your clit and you cry out.

"That's it, slut." Kei growls, palming himself roughly. "Cum all over his fucking face."

Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth is open in a silent scream as you begin to unravel. A high pitched moan leaves your lips as your thighs press against Tadashi's head. Your heels dig into his back as you cum on his face, juices dripping down his finger. He laps at your cunt as you finish cumming, hair sticking to his forehead.

"Such a good boy Tadashi." Kei praises. "Isn't he good, angel?"

"S'good Dashi." You manage, swallowing. "S'good for me."

Kei runs a hand through your slightly sweaty hair. He presses a kiss to your temple, smiling against your skin.

"How do you feel?" Kei asks.

"Good." You breathe. "So, so good."

Kei nods, cupping your chin so you look at him before crashing his lips to yours. The kiss is everything you imagined it would be. Rough, possessive, dominant.

"Do you want to continue?" He asks.

"Yes please."

Soon, it's your turn to kneel, as Kei tugs his pajama pants down. His cock springs out, precum nearly dripping from his swollen tip. Kei sits down, legs spread slightly.

"Let's see how good you are at oral." He says, running a hand through your hair. "Suck my cock, angel."

You look at his cock. Despite his slightly thin appearance, Kei's very thick. The tip is pink and swollen, precum finally making its way down his shaft. You wrap your fingers around the base, watching as Kei's hips twitch slightly. With your other hand, you swipe your thumb over his slit, causing him to hiss. Using the precum as lube, you pump his cock.

"I said," Kei groans. "Suck my cock, slut."

You lick a stripe up from his balls to the tip before sucking the head into your mouth. Kei watches, eyes glazed over as you gently suck the head of his cock. He's in awe of how quickly you've made his balls tighten just from a little lick.

"Go ahead, take more of me." Kei orders.

You ease more of his cock into your mouth, breathing through your nose as you relax your throat. Tadashi watches from the couch, his own cock being pumped like his life depended on it. Kei thrusts, making you lurch and gag on his cock, spit falling down your chin.

The noises Kei makes are primal as he fucks your throat. Your eyes water as you drool. Looking down at you, remnants of mascara dripping down your tear stained cheeks, how you're holding onto his thighs as he fucks your throat, Kei's starting to fall in love.

"G-G'na cum down your throat, whore." Kei grunts, his thrusts growing sloppier. "Don't swallow."

You feel Kei's warm cum paint your throat before he pulls out, cum spurting on your lips and chin. He wipes his cock along your face, spreading the bubbly cum all around.

"That's my girl." He says with a smirk. "Covered in my cum. Come add to it Tadashi."

With a whine, Tadashi cums on your lips as well, one rope landing on your forehead. Soon, you're completely covered in cum, and you honestly feel hotter than you ever have.

You look up at the two boys, who are looking back down at you with such adoration it almost makes you cry.

"Such a good girl for us." Tadashi says, smiling at you.

"So beautiful." Kei adds, running a hand through your hair.

**

After showering a second time, you meet the boys in Kei's room for aftercare. You're almost instantly snuggled between the two, Kei's arms wrapping around your waist as Tadashi nuzzles up to your chest. You're so warm and fuzzy that the throat pain is almost worth it.

You adjust yourself so you're looking at both of them.

"I made up my mind." You say.

The boys both turn to you.

"About what?" Tadashi asks before gasping. "Wait, really???"

You just giggle, running. a hand through his hair with a nod.

"I'll be your girlfriend." You say.

Tadashi squeals, hugging you tight. Kei sighs with relief, nuzzling his face in your hair. That evening, you fall asleep in the safety of their arms, and you don't even mind the feeling of Kei's semi-hard cock on the small of your back.

You're safe. Protected. Theirs.

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This has not been proofread, so I hope it's good! As always, thank you so so much for all the love on my stuff. It seriously makes me smile whenever I see new tags or a reply. Love yall!

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[heartz4wonnie]

i like you a latte.

sunghoon x reader

authors note- follow up to “cafe boy”. loved cafe boy sunghoon so much i needed to make another part. (click link to read first part)

genre- fluff, sunghoon being so cheesy.

it’s been a solid two weeks since you’ve met sunghoon. two weeks since you’ve last seen him in person. two weeks since you’ve visited his cafe. however, you guys called and texted throughout these two weeks. a lot. ever since you sent that first text to him when you arrived home that day after your first meeting, it was like you’ve known each other for years.

phone calls lasted until unbelievably late at night, dragging on until your words were slurring out of your mouth and sunghoon’s yawns came repeatedly one after the other. just like tonight. in bed, you pulled the covers up to your chin as your phone laid next to you on speaker. giggling at something sunghoon had previously said, you sighed and let the comfortable silence drape over the two of you for a moment.

“so, how about that date?” sunghoon asks, suddenly breaking the silence. you froze. “date?” you gently questioned. “what i wrote on your cup remember? technically i guess we’ve already finished our conversation since we’ve had multiple since then but i still want to go out with you y’know?” you nodded although he couldn’t see and responded “yea, i’d love to go out with you sunghoon.” you could picture the smile on his face as he says “perfect. does tomorrow at 6 work for you?” you close your eyes and snuggle further into your sheets. “it works perfectly sunghoon, i’ll see you then.”

~

you had no idea what to wear. partially because sunghoon did not give you one single hint of where you were going. it was 5 pm and you had exactly one hour to get ready. your hair was prettily waved and your makeup was softly done, but there was no progress being made towards your outfit. so, what do you do when you need help?

The line rings for 6 seconds before taehyun’s face appears on your screen. “hey tae! wanna help a girl out?” As quickly as possible you explain the situation to tae, and he seems more shocked about your date than your frantic state of panic. “a date? you? no way.” you rolled your eyes at him. “very funny tae, now help please? tell me what looks better.”

after 30 minutes on call with tae, you were finally able to pick out your outfit. now all ready with 30 minutes to spare you send sunghoon a quick text.

[5:32 pm] y/n: hey sunghoon! i finished getting ready a bit early so if you’re also ready we could go now?

sunghoon: are you that excited to see my face y/n??

y/n: i’d say i’m more excited to see where we’re going.

sunghoon: patience pretty. btw i’m at your door.

you looked up from your phone and quickly ran to your door, looking out of the peep hole and sure enough there he was, sunghoon in all his glory. your heart pounded and you grew a bit nervous but nonetheless, you slipped on your shoes, grabbed your bag, and opened the door with an attempt at looking not nervous.

sunghoon looked at you with a smile, and if you looked close enough you’d see a small pink tint on his cheeks as he says “hi y/n. you look beautiful.” you grin softly at him, taking the hand he offered you and getting into his car. “are you going to finally tell me where we’re headed?” sunghoon looks over at you as he puts on his seatbelt and smirks. “nope.” he hands you a small sleeping mask. “put this on and don’t take it off until i tell you to.”

you look over at him and raise an eyebrow. “this is too much.” you playfully comment. sunghoon just smiles and starts the car. “put it on pretty we’ll be there in no time.”

sunghoon wasn’t wrong. the car ride felt suspiciously short and you were even starting to wonder if he just circled once around your street and was now dropping you off on your front step. but no, sunghoon opened the car door, and led you down a small path. you heard a set of keys jingling and a familiar ding! as the door opened. “you can take the blindfold off now y/n” you did as he said and looked around, a little confused to see “your cafe?”

“yep. might as well take you to the place we first met on our first date huh?” he nudged your shoulder raising his eyebrows as he walks passed you to turn on the lights and grab two aprons. he puts one on himself and grabs your hand slightly pulling you closer to him as he drapes the second apron over you, leaning forward with his arms on either side of you tying the back.

you hold your breath at the close proximity and almost forget to exhale when he pulls away. you don’t realize how much you liked sunghoon until right now, and you already thought you liked him a lot. sunghoon grabs your hand tightly in his and lets out an excited “come on!” before pulling you with him into the kitchen.

“i’m gonna be teaching you how to make your mocha today pretty lady.” upon hearing this, you smile at the fact he remembered your order from last time. “alright then sunghoon, lead the way cafe boy.”

for a chaotic 20 minutes, sunghoon guides you through the steps of making an iced mocha latte. you try not to notice how sunghoon’s fingers “accidentally” brush against yours as you pour your milk or how he briefly grabs hold of your waist while passing by behind you. sunghoon tries not to notice how you lean against him to better see what he’s doing and how you gracefully tuck your hair behind your ear to get it out of the way.

sitting next to each other in a booth by the window, two mocha lattes sitting in front of you, sunghoon and you admired the calm evening, and how the street lamps softly lit the sidewalks. feeling comfortable, and a little bold, you lean you head against sunghoon’s shoulder, and could feel how he tenses up but quickly relaxes, pulling his arm to rest around your waist. the two of you sit in the quiet for a moment and you briefly sit up to grab your drink.

putting it back down after taking a sip, you spot a small message written on the sleeve of your cup. “i like you a latte.” you look over at sunghoon and make eye contact with him. “when did you write that?” he shrugged with a jokingly proud attitude “when you went to grab napkins after spilling two cups of milk.” you pushed his shoulder lightly “i thought we said we wouldn’t mention that again.”

sunghoon laughs and pulls you back down to rest your head on his shoulder. he places his head on yours and holds your hand, thumb rubbing back and forth on the back of your palm before turning his head slightly to kiss your temple. “i really do like you y/n”

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[taelonsamada]

,,,, charrrrr my beloved

May I ask for soft wolf pack comfort tidbits???

This cold is kicking my ass ;-;

Absolutely my love ♥️ Putting it under a cut cause it got a bit long XD sorry it took me a while ^^;;; 🥰 🫂 ♥️

David/Angel:

“Daaavveeeeyy….”

The drawn out, nasal voice calling from the living room had David pausing, the faint smirk curling across his face safe from sight as he stood in front of the stove tending the pot of soup he’d been working on the last twenty minutes.

“Yes, Angel?” He called, turning his head just enough to look over his shoulder towards the lump of misery that lay on the couch. Knowing by this point not to rush over the instant he heard them call for him, that if something was drastically wrong, their voice would have far more tremor in it, rather than the petulant whine it currently carried.

“I need you to do me a really big favour… and not say no.”

He did his best not to roll his eyes, already aware of the direction this conversation was going, as it was the fourth time they’d had it.

“I am not going to kill you, Angel.”

“Davey, pleeeaassee…. Put me out of my misery…”

The Alpha simply shook his head, getting a bowl down out of the cupboard and ladling the homemade soup into it, giving it time to cool a bit on the tray while he gathered up a few other essentials.

“It’s not happening.”

“Meanie….”

David picked up the tray once it was fully loaded, walking over to stand beside the couch and stare skeptically down at the stuffed-nosed, sore-throated, head-aching mate of his that was bundled up in his hoodie and a thickly knitted blanket.

“Yes, I’m a terribly mean, heartless bully, wanting to keep the love of my life alive.” He agreed flatly, eyes narrowing at the starry eyed look they gave him and the broad smile they flashed, even as they sniffed loudly.

“I’m the love of your life?”

“Obviously, you menace. Now sit up, you can’t eat laying down.”

~~~

Asher/Baabe:

Babe was snapped out of the haze they’d slipped into by the loud rattling of keys in the door and soft cursing coming from the other side of it. Instinctively they wanted to get up and open the door, but their body wasn’t letting them do much more than blink without causing dizzy spells and nausea.

Luckily Asher managed to get in all on his own, letting out a soft, hushed cheer at his success and shutting the door as gingerly as he could.

“Baaaaabe…? I’m back.” He whisper-called, and they couldn’t help the weak laugh at the lengths he was going through to make as little noise as possible, hushed curses sounding from the hall as he wiggled free of his shoes and stumbled through the dim rooms, leaving as many lights off as he could. Babe watched him tiptoe into the living room, approaching the couch they were curled into the corner of with all the care of approaching a sleeping child.

He knelt down on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table, and they felt gratitude swell in their chest. Obviously Asher remembered how they’d nearly thrown up when he’d flopped onto the couch beside them and bounced them around a bit too much. Smiling down at him as he settled his chin on their knee, staring up at them with loving eyes.

He gave a smile in return before digging into the bag he’d carried in. “Okay, I’m pretty sure I got everything we need.” He assured, starting to lay out all the items on the coffee table. “Migraine strength pain relief, nausea medication - and I checked, it’s safe to take both at the same time - hot and cold compresses, an ice pack in case the compresses aren’t cold enough, lots of water, a new eye mask, the granola bars you like… oh, and I found this.”

Asher perked up as he pulled out what looked like a mini rolling pin on a handle, though it looked like it was made of glass. “Apparently this is a face massager, and you can either chill it or heat it up. I figured I could massage your head after icing it, see if that helps.” He offered.

Babe stared at him, feeling tears welling up in their eyes. Which grew even worse when he saw them and shifted instantly to concern. Before he could ask what was wrong, they said to hell with the dizzy spells and leaned forward in order to kiss what was easily the best mate in the world.

~~~

Milo/Sweetheart:

“Ah - no. No buddy, it’s not for you… Yes, I know, but it doesn’t matter, it’s not for you… Don’t give me that, I know for a fact your bowl isn’t empty. Stop it. Stop with the eyes.”

Sweetheart felt their chest seize and rattle as they laughed at the full on conversation that was going on in the kitchen. Able to hear the plaintive meowing that was answering every remark Milo gave. They couldn’t blame Aggro for wanting a sample of Marie’s cooking. All Milo was doing was heating it up, and despite the entire lack of appetite they’d had for the last few hours, the stealth was admittedly on the verge of salivating.

Leave it to Marie to make food delicious enough to beat the worst flu.

Looking down at their hand, they wrinkled their nose as they saw their hand flicker again, huffing once more and settling back a bit further into the couch. They’d nearly managed to make it out the door to work, but whatever bug had been plaguing them for the last couple of days had gotten bad enough that their powers had flickered just as they’d lifted their coffee mug that morning. The ceramic shattering on the floor had betrayed them, alerting their mate that it wasn’t just being overworked or tired.

Which had ended up with them stuck on the couch and Milo calling the Department to inform them that the stealth wasn’t coming in. Another call to Marie had some fantastic smelling food delivered, which had them feeling terrible for troubling the woman so deeply. She’d most definitely had better things to do that day than make food for them. Only the fact that there was enough for Milo eased the guilt, because of course Marie was convinced her son wasn’t eating enough.

They watched Milo heading towards the living room with two plates, dodging the cat weaving in between his feet with practiced skill and scolding Aggro for nearly tripping him.

He handed them their plate and pressed a kiss against their forehead, settling down on the couch next to them. Sweetheart watched him argue with Aggro over the cat’s attempts to get up on the couch and shove his head into Milo’s plate, and decided that a sick day now and then wasn’t so bad.

~~~

Sam/Darlin:

“I’mm find.”

“Yeah, cause last I checked, ‘fine’ has a d at the end of it. Sit.”

Darlin scowled sharply as their body listened against their will and they dropped back down to sit on the bed. Unable to keep from sighing in relief at the cool hand that pressed to their burning forehead. “Damn it, Darlin’… I could cook an egg on that head of yours.”

“…’m a wolve… we run hod.”

“Uh huh… and you’re so far past hot, you’re comin’ up on it again.” Sam scolded, gesturing towards their pillow. Darlin grumbled and huffed as they collapsed sideways, head dropping to their pillow and stretching their aching body out with a tired sigh.

“Dissis Ash’s fauld…”

“Says the one who refuses to wear more than one layer even when there’s ice formin’ on the water.” The vampire continued to chide, pulling the knitted blanket of his they secretly loved up over their waist and brushing their hair back out of their face. “But yeah, I imagine you’re not the only one currently dealin’ with this, if Asher indeed brought somethin’ back with him off the plane.” The fondness in his eyes mixed with worry had guilt swamping them, and they turned their head to lean into his hand.

“…sor’y… didn’ mean te…” Sam hushed them before they could finish, leaning in to press his lips against their forehead.

“You didn’t ruin anythin’, don’t even start. We got plenty of time to spend up here, and you’ll shake this long before we gotta go back home.” That grin they loved broke through, and he winked at them as he brushed their hair out a couple times. “And honestly, this may be the longest I’ll ever get ya to stay still… Lookin’ forward to gettin’ to fuss over you.” He teased, laughing at the whine they let out in response.

“Nnooo….”

“Oh yeah. Whole nine yards. Gonna make you food, change out cold cloths for your forehead, rub your feet, run you baths… gonna fuss over you like nothin’ you’ve ever seen, and you ain’t got the strength to stop me.”

Despite it being said like a threat, Darlin never felt more loved.

#*hugs* #feel better hun #being sick sucks #redacted asmr #redacted audio #my writing #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted babe #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted darlin #redacted sam

[lostgirlsinofgluttony]

hello uwu, i like your blog

❤❤❤❤

and i saw some yan sally faces that... are fascinating and i have a little scenario where her ray of happiness comes up with the great idea of trying to escape, but the duo finds her in time.

Larry and sal catching there darling little escape attempt

Sorry for the delay anon💗thank you for the ask 🫶🏻Lowkey i see this going down 2 different way larry man handles you back in the house you end up getting hurt and he still finds you cause sal has bad eyesight

It was months after your kidnapping the leaves have fallen if the trees and died its November now and you had been playing their game you figured if you pretended to enough you have a opening to escape and here was your change on a silver platter. Larry was out and sal was soundly sleeping on the bed. I had fully made my way out of his grasp after several minutes of wriggling like a fish out of water but also trying not to wake him. He was a much deeper sleeper than Larry was. it was harder then it looks. I had to

put a pillow in my place as I slowly creeped across the floor as not to make a sound I slowly opened the door thank god no sound. I made my way through the halls I pick up shoes and found the keys then I was gone. I hurry and paced across the gravel driveway but right was I’m about to book it to freedom. I hear Larry yelling at me “YN COME BACK” his voice booms at me. I run even faster he’s on my trial my fingers and nose is red due to lack of clothing in the cold as i turn my trial left cutting myself on branches. My legs burning from pain of running after being caged for so long. I turn my head to see him no we’re I crouch by a log in the snow i hear footsteps near ”y/n i know your here if you come out now we won’t be as mad” I wait a little trying to control my heavy breathing form running. A while of the crunching of the snow i feel a tug on my arm ”larry i found her!” ”dear what are you doing you are going to get a cold” sal wraps his arms around me i push him off of me knocking his mask off he scrambles to find it. as i start to bolt all the sudden i’m pinned the cold wet snow on my stomach by i assume larry. “Not so fast darling where do you think you are going?” I shreak out And struggle against his hold “angle i don’t want to hurt you. stop.” He says “GET OFF ME I HATE YOU” he puts his hand on my mouth I bite down hard. He hisses in pain “Y/n dont say i didn't warn you.” Before i can comprehend what he is doing i feel his hand on my leg. Blood smeared from the bite of his hand he cracks it in one swift motion. At first i did not feel it then came the immense wave of pain. I cry out in pain it hurts so much I think I’m gonna pass out. My vision gets blurry as the cold takes me I feel me getting picked up….. a few hours later i feel a slitting headache as I awaken. The pain is awful I cry out that’s when I notice a thick chain on my other ankle while the other is patched up. I hear the door click as sal walks in “I brought medicine. Are you okay princess?” I glare “leave me alone” he looks shock but that shock turns to something else “sweetness, you could of hurt yourself today and you did!” He continues ”what were you thinking i was so scared you disappeared!” he says worriedly as he forces a hug on me. “Promise you wont do that again“ just as I’m about to go off Larry come In You can feel the anger comjng off of him. Which is rare cause he was normally a chill person. But when it came to me someone he cared about he could lose his cool easily. I immediately go silent he glares daggers at me i look down at my hands in response“we need to talk.” I look down “okay” I meekly said “what was your little escape attempt today? Huh”he waits a moment. ”i thought we were past this” I stay silent “answer me Y/N!” I jump at his tone “Well you broke my ankle…”I quietly said “oh? But were you not the one who ran from us you upset sal and me deeply. it looks like we need a tighter leash on you.” My emotions start to flood and I sob Larry stares “Y/N that’s not gonna work on me no more you getting what you want you left us YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE OURS… OUR PRECIOUS ANGLE YOU DISOBEYED BOTH OF US” he stops sal interjects “Y/N don’t you see how much we love you”its silent for a few moments larry speaks up ”think about what you did” as he storms outSal soon follows him ”bye Y/n” he says sadly. I fall to the pillow for little comfort feeling so useless with red puffy eyes i soon feel myself drifting of to a deep slumber filled with happier times.

This was a little dark what do you think should I make a series out of this???

#yandere #yandere sal fisher #yande.re #yandere Larry Johnson #yandere larry johnson #Yandere sally face #sal fisher #Tw yandere #yandere blog #larry johnson #travis phelps #Ashly Campbell #yandere boy

[undiscovered-element]

Chapter two- Masks and scars

TW: emotional abuse (not by Vessel), toxic relationship, alcohol.

Opening the door with an unconscious man on your back seemed an almost impossible task at that moment, the drink brought a strong headache now, you just wanted to lie down right there and sleep without caring what the neighbors would think. A flutter in your pocket stirred up some of the fog in your mind, you rubbed your eyes and let the man fall again, why did it feel like you were carrying a body now?

Grumbling about his size, finally the keys fit the door and you turn the handle holding him by one of his legs thinking of dragging him to the couch but that seemed cruel, so again there he was on your back, this time a little easier, your body gave out and you both fell onto the couch, he was still in a deep sleep and you were just exhausted.

-You will pay a doctor for my back.

You become aware of the vibration in your pocket, your cell phone had rung a few times along the way. Your discouragement had a reason, a name, more specifically Joe. You wouldn't call back, you preferred to take off your shoes and throw them in a corner of the room along with your purse. You  grabbed a bottle of wine thrown under the table ignoring the hangover that was taking effect from the night's drinking, you just needed a few more sips to support that conversation, just a few more. A few minutes passed and your boyfriend's insistence became irritating.

-You forgot what time it was, Joe. - You get up from the couch exhausted wiping some of the smudged makeup on your cheeks.

-They told me they saw you making out with a man today at the bar, are you serious you've been a fucking problem and I'm wrong?

-Screw you! It's always like that, I'm sure that if I could count on you in these moments I wouldn't have to drink so much!

-What the hell, who were you with? I go there! Who are you with?

- Why can't you see how much you're hurting me? On our anniversary, what the fuck boyfriend are you? screw you

-Excellent! The fault will always be mine.

-Go to hell!-irrationally you throw the cell phone away from his sight holding his face tightly muffling a series of curse words.

- What a dirty mouth lamb.

- Oh heavens, shut up... - You quickly get up from the couch analyzing Vessel looking at you through the mask, clearly much more aware than before.

- I want to take a shower - He gets up still a little clumsy making you look at the state he was in.

-Where are you going?

-Get a towel from your room.

-What? Don't know where my room is, man? -you run up the stairs blocking the passage for him to continue.

-Do you want to kiss me?

-What? Got crazy? I can't let a drunk stranger walk into my house like he knows everything about me!

-The one on the cell phone, was that your boyfriend? -his question was as direct as an arrow, was he listening to the conversation?

-He is, and you're a dead guy if he sees you here.

As much as you couldn't see Vessel through the mask, you felt a heavy sigh leave his nostrils, he ducked a little, almost an offensive act for your height, you instinctively turn your face away from that act full of clearly no good intentions.

-Excuse me lamb.

You made a point of ignoring him, your notion, fear had already gone down the drain with that wine. Your act was to cross your arms and keep yourself inches from the masked face. Big time to get stabbed like in horror movies. A tension was building in your stomach, a mixture of curiosity and attraction, you were indeed going crazy putting yourself in such a position at the mercy of a stranger in your home. The feeling dissipates when your cell phone lying on the floor starts ringing again, Vessel's gaze is no longer on you, but on the object.

- Won't answer the call lamb?

-Shut up - you walk past him before feeling his firm touch holding your wrist once more.

-Let me change what I said, you won't answer.

-Do you think you can be another idiot and order me around?

-I don't know where the bathroom is, I want you to show me -Vessel leads you to the exact location leaving you even more confused than he was trying to do.

-Is this the part where I help you take off your clothes?

-I'm not a pervert and I don't want your hands on me, however, I don't want them on him either.

-In him? Are you talking about Joe? You've got to be kidding if you think I want dating advice from you.

- That's not a advice, lamb.

-You are really very strange, since you know the house I don't see any problem taking your shower and going back to the couch, good night Vessel.

You go to your room just throwing yourself on the bed, your body was so heavy and your feelings even more, your mind was confused and blurry. A loud sigh fills the room before his eyes slowly close giving in to a deep, heavy sleep. The idea of letting a possible maniac loose in your house while you slept didn't sound like a good thing, but at this point in the game your only threat was your boyfriend, by the next morning Vessel would be gone, so your thoughts dissipated giving space to sleep.

#sleep token #vessel×reader #vessel sleep token #sleep token band #sleep token vessel #fanfic #dark romance #the summoning #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #ii sleep token

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"A Gift." Danny Johnson/Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. Commission post!

Hey, hey, hey! SO! This is the first official finished commission I have ever done! It was commed by the lovely @rakunko who I cannot thank enough for comming me and for such a rad prompt! I was also given permission to post this! To help show off what having a commission from me will be like for anyone else who is curious. This is presented just as it was to them, unedited. This is a reader insert but there are some defining details to the reader. Just fair warning. Also this com was only put in for 2K and told me to just go ham and have fun and boy did it! They only paid the 2K price but true to my word, I went about 500 words over that the commissioner was not charged for simply cuz I couldn’t shut up! I knew this would happen. Now lets get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K Danny Johnson/Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Brief Descriptions Of Reader In Some Regards. Warnings: Stalking. Obsession. Knife Play. Blood Play. Vaginal Fingering. Chase. Predator/Prey. Breaking And Entering. Marking. Scarification. Praise. Dirty Talk.

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You had a pretty great day.

Had gone out and hung out with some friends, been out of the house for hours. It was so nice but you wanted to get home, have something to eat, and really relax. 

It was late, pretty dark out, you liked that though, felt really comfortable in your neighbourhood even when it was later. 

Usually you felt that way. Tonight you felt off. 

Something didn’t feel quite right. You felt like you were being watched, had felt eyes on you, burning a hole through the back of your head for the past ten minutes but you kept looking over your shoulder, trying to subtle about it to find nothing still. You were probably being paranoid, maybe you were more tired than you had initially thought? This wasn’t the first time that you had felt this way. 

And the last time you felt this way it hadn’t been nothing. It had been something. Or rather someone. 

Someone who really took a liking to you and hadn’t really been leaving you alone for very long. He kept coming around and speaking of it has been about two weeks since his last visit. As you thought about this, nearly at your place you hear it, something that makes your head snap and a chill runs up your spine. Heavy footfalls and they are coming up fast, the second the sound registers you take a deep breath and speed up your own pace. 

You want to look but you can’t risk it, no way, it’ll screw up your stride and he usually catches you so easily as it is, you need every advantage you have at your disposal. 

You were less than a block away and outside but you knew him and knew that wouldn’t stop him if he caught you. A sincere hope that you would make it inside before he got his hands on you, wanting the shelter of your home to hide whatever debauchery he wanted to subject you to. 

You were breathing hard, heart pounding as hard as your shoes were on the pavement, you had to make it, you were almost there. Your hands make their move, dig in your bag for your keys, you were still listening and he sounded a ways back yet. You would have a small window to get it open but you couldn’t fuck this up. Your fingers hook in the key ring, you pull them up and your eyes dart down for a second to make sure you are holding the correct key. 

So close, you could do it, you might beat him for once. You reach your front door, one hand closes on the doorknob and your other shoves the key inside the lock with only a mild fumble, you turn the key and the knob at the same time. The lock opens, the door swings open and then you fuck up. 

You underestimated him.

You got cocky. 

Your head turned, you looked over your shoulder, you were going to call out some taunt before scurrying inside and slamming the door closed and locking it. However instead of seeing him several feet like you were expecting, you see him two strides away, almost close enough to grab you. 

Your overly confident smile falls and even with the mask he was wearing you were sure a grin was plastered on his own face. Your hand is still on the doorknob, you can’t look away, your eyes wide and you try to stumble inside but you are too shocked, he played you too well and got the drop on you. 

You don’t move fast enough, you are already in motion however and with how fast he is moving, he can’t slow down. His hand grabs your bicep hard and he pushes as you are mid step and he forces you inside easily. The door is kicked closed behind him hard as he stays on you, hand locked onto your arm and you lose your balance. He sees what is happening and pushes. You fall and fall hard. 

You hit the ground and he is on top of you so quickly.  

You are pinned beneath him. He finally caught you. The way you had hit the ground hurt and the way he is holding you hurts even more, so unrelenting, the impact has knocked the breath out of you and one of his hands finds its home on your throat. He is seated on your lower back, knees on either side of your prone body, straddling you as he leans down closer still. 

You feel the knife then. You didn’t even hear him unsheath it. 

The edge of the blade moves some of your hair aside, it drags lightly over the sensitive skin and then you are feeling the cool plastic of the mask brush over the back of your neck in a way that makes you shudder. He is so close he can smell the sweetness of the vanilla that always clings to you. He can do so much with you so helpless. 

“I’ve got such a good present for you.” The low tone of voice made you inhale sharply. 

The chase you’d just been on had gotten you a little too excited. Him on top of you, knife tracing invisible patterns on your back, the danger, all of it made you clench around nothing. 

You let out a questioning hum and you get no verbal response for once. The tip of the knife hooks in the collar of your shirt and it swipes down quickly, cutting your shirt open and his hands move fast, exposing more skin to him. You tense from the sudden movement and the knife nicking your skin, a quiet sound of pain that has him cooing out, “Awe that’s nothing compared to what I am about to do.” 

You wonder what he means until the knife touches down on the newly exposed skin making you jolt below him. “What are you going to do?”

“Give you something that you can always have with you. Something permanent.” He says it in a way that is sickenly sweet for something so threatening. You can’t help it, you are excited, palms sweaty, your hands are flat on the hardwood floor below and slide so easily across the cool surface but he sees you. He holds the knife tighter to your skin, the blade is nearly biting into soft flesh and he tsk’s, “Don’t do something stupid pumpkin, okay? We both know you’re going to let me do what I want.” 

You stop all movement except for a small and shaky nod. “Good girl. If you didn’t listen I might have to reconsider this present.” 

A hard swallow as you ask, “And what made you decide to grace me with a gift?”

“Oh don’t you know? It’s a very special occasion sweetheart.” He said it like it was obvious and your mind searched, wondering why this day held significance. He was tapping the knife on your back, it reminds you of the ticking of a clock and each light slap of the blade makes heat flare between your legs. His hand that wasn't holding the knife smoothes down your back, the cool leather of his gloves always feels so good. 

His fingers were teasing under the torn edges of your shirt. His fingers split the shirt further, deepening the gash as he goes and he says, "S' okay, I'll forgive it slipping your mind and tell you. It's our six month anniversary."

Oh shit.

He's right. You met last Halloween. A truly unforgettable night, one of your favourites and now it's May 1st, six months since last Halloween and six months till next.

"Awe you remembered. You really do care." You said it with a small smile as you teased him and he sighed out, "More than you know."

One strong hand on your still shirt covered shoulder as his other hand begins its work. The knife drives home, breaks the skin and it steals your breath anew from the sharp pain that shocks your system. You feel him shift on top of you slightly like he was adjusting, you were sure he was hard right now and that keeps the low rolling boil of arousal fresh. 

He seems so focused as he works. A few precise cuts, you feel the blood leaking, running down your back slowly. It hurts, you bite your bottom lip but a few sharp breaths and whimpers still escape and he hums out, “I know, I know it hurts but trust me, it’s so worth it.” 

The curiosity is killing you, he is clearly doing something purposeful, not just hacking for the sake of it so you ask, “Wha-what are you doing?”

“Well I wanted to do something really special for you. Commemorate this occasion and give you something you could always have, something you can never accidentally forget and leave home, something that can’t be returned and is personal.” 

He finishes up what he is doing, he pulls the knife back and he admires his work, his thumb swipes over the wound, spreading some of the spilled blood as he examines it. He is pausing on purpose. Drawing this out for dramatic effect. 

“Show me your arms.” You are confused but do as he asks, flipping your arms so they are palm up and he leans forward, gloved hand closes around your wrist and holds on arm down, the stained red blade is in your line of vision now. He drags it lightly up your forearm, pulling up your sleeve as it goes until it comes to the crook of your elbow and he says, “You are going to have to hold really still or I might slip up and make a mistake. Don’t wanna cut you too deep.” 

Your breathing is coming out in short pants, face screws up in pain as he cuts again and then what he is doing hits you all at once. You have a series of freckles on your body that mirror star constellations and he is connecting the dots. Marking you permanently, almost tattooing you but instead of ink the lines are being carved by him and when they heal the scars will connect them together, a display of a sick sort of romantic violence and ownership. A perfect representation of your relationship.  

It made your heart and cunt ache in equal measure. 

You loved what you had but part of you wished for more. 

He hadn’t stopped. Was cutting you so carefully. The tip of the blade makes sure to drag as steadily as possible as it dragged through your flesh, splitting it open, exposing more of you, inside of you, so vulnerable. 

It hurts but you love it. You sniff, from emotion? From pain? Perhaps both. 

“You’re doing amazing for me.” He praised and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. The second gift now complete he says, “There.” 

You take in the sight of your arm, the blood running down your arm and spreading slowly over the floor, the staining of your sleeve. The only light in here was spilling in from the glass on your front door and it wasn’t that effective, you couldn’t see his present in full yet but you knew you loved it. 

He is off of you and his hand grips your shirt and tugs, “Roll over.” You comply, you lay on your back for him and wince at the pressure placed on the wound on your shoulder. You look up at him, at that white mask still so clear, cutting through the darkness of the hallway, fixed on you. 

Gloved hand came down and cradled your cheek, it felt warm and wet, his thumb swipes over your skin, spreading more of your blood. “You know they say good things come in threes.”

You know that tone. He is thinking about something. “Yeah?”

He hums softly. “Do you want me to give you a third constellation? One totally done by me, somewhere much more private of course, just for you and me.” 

You aren’t sure. The first two hurt a lot, you were bleeding so much already. At least the first two had a strict rubric to follow but him doing it on his own? Could you trust him? You almost wished you were in a different situation and you fully could, that things could be more normal between you but another part of you doesn’t want that at all.

“I don’t know-” You start and he presses, “What? Don’t think I can free hand it? Don’t you trust me?” He asked and the tilt of his head and his tone convinced you. 

Mouth moves before you fully think, too high on the situation, on the danger of it, on him and you are saying, “Yes.” 

His hands start to move, he encourages you and your shoes are kicked off, bottoms removed and your shirt pushed up. He doesn’t rush. His hands linger, stroke in an affectionate fashion, something akin to reverence and tenderness while one hand is still gripping the blade, the ditochmy gets to you again. 

His fingers are so sure as he moves the edge of your panties down, he touches you softly with the knife, “Here.”

On your hip. Definitely a place just for you both to admire it. You nod and he cuts you again. It hurts the most. Your head falls back against the hardwood and he watches you. The way you squirm. Bloody and half dressed. Hair partially fanned out around your head, eyes half lidded behind the rounded glasses perched on your nose, his hand was holding down your opposite hip as he worked but he wanted to trace that scar near your lip, the one that you got before you met him. Scars looked so good on you, could anyone blame him for wanting to put more on you?

This one is quick, he was in the zone, working quick and sure and you feel his clothed erection pressing into your thigh, he rocks his hips once, grinding a little. He was clearly worked up from this, just as much as you were. Your heart is hammering in your chest, your panties are soaked and he is finally done. 

He admires his work again and you ask, “What are you thinking?” 

“That you are prettier than the night sky any day.” How fucking sweet is that, smile spreads on your face, chest rising and falling as you stare up at him.

His hand is still gripping the knife with his pointer finger and thumb when his other hand rips your panties down. The hand holding the knife is between your thighs, middle and ring finger teasing you. The smooth leather drags up through your folds, you feel how slick the buttery smooth material is from your blood and your legs tense at the pleasure that cuts through the slow burn of the pain. Two of his fingers slip over your clit, a firm swirl before moving back down and dipping inside. He curls his fingers just right and the handle of the knife bumps your clit and you moan, eyes falling closed, back arching as you gasp out, “Thank you.” 

He sets a steady pace, fingering you as his gloved hand closes around your throat and he says, “You’re welcome pumpkin.” 

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Find the Word Tag

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea to find the words black, gauze, skin, paper, and fabric! thank!

from The Most Beautiful Puzzle:

black:

You tuck your cane under the table and let it rest between your knees as Josselin takes a sip of his coffee. When he asked them to leave half an inch, you thought it might be for cream, but it was definitely for sugar. “Blond guy in a black shirt and combat boots?” You nod. “Okay.” You go back to your drinks and just hang out for another few minutes. Then Josselin pulls out his phone, leans into the middle of the table, and, while holding up a peace sign, snaps a photo of himself and you. Your head jerks up in surprise. “Josselin, I don’t like having my–” “The guy inside,” Josselin says. “The blond guy. He looks familiar but I can’t place him. I took a photo over your shoulder for later.”

gauze bandage:

Josselin is good at a lot of things, and apparently, lockpicking is one of them. “It’s actually pretty easy if the lock has a normal key,” he explains in a whisper, as he fiddles with his tools at the office door. You stay standing, leaning against the wall as if you’re waiting for someone, watching out for anyone who might be coming. Bransom’s office hours are over for the day, but that doesn’t mean nobody’s staying late. And it is late. You both decided it would be best to go long after office hours, specifically so that won’t happen. You don’t have your boot. Your ankle is just carefully wrapped in an ace bandage to keep it from rolling over again, and your cane is back in the car. You’re both in solid colored t-shirts and jeans. Shoes that will be easy to ditch and change if you need to run and blend in somewhere. Boring blue and white surgical masks. A bucket of cleaning supplies in case some student comes by, to look like you belong here. Nitrile gloves. More ziploc bags. And Josselin fiddling with the lock by your hip.

skin:

“When we get out of the elevator, we act like we’re on a date. We went to dinner and a bad improv show. That’s all we talk about until we get the car back onto the street.” You nod. His forehead is warm against your mouth. Maybe, when your lives are both in a better place, you really can go out on a dinner date. But for now, it’s work, for now, it’s serious, and you have to focus. If you slip up you might get killed. The door opens with a soft ding! and you exit the elevator. “I can’t believe the sketch they did when they called on that woman,” Josselin says, as if you’ve been talking about this the whole time. “Who would have thought to come up with a skit with the keyword pineapple?” “Well, it wasn’t a very good skit,” you say, trying to force an amusement into your voice you very much do not feel. “None of it was very good, was it?” “Not really.” You laugh, but every nerve in your body is on edge. Your veins feel like hot wires under your skin. “Still, it’s admirable that they’d put themselves out there.”

paper:

[Josselin] approaches silently, and when he sees what you’ve found, his hand shoots to his mouth. “Take photos but don’t touch it,” he whispers. You nod and do just that. “What about the papers?” you ask. “We’ll take photos of them, too, so we can read them later. We don’t have time and if they go missing after that other envelope did, people are going to know someone’s on their trail. And with Combat Boots tracking us down, I feel like I know who they’d pursue first.”

fabric:

You hang up and fumble through your contacts. Who do you call? Josselin and Frankie are both aware of the situation. Josselin. You helped him so he’ll help you, because you’re friends, right? Right? You call him next. The phone rings a few times and you’re about to hang up when the sound of moving fabric bustles across the line, and then some soft voices and Josselin asking, “Meara?” “He was here,” you gasp. You can barely swallow. Your mouth is so dry you can hardly speak. “He was here. He found me. What do I do? Josselin, what–” “Do you want me to call Dona and have him send someone over? I can request for him to send specifically someone who is suited for the situation.” “I don’t, I don’t–” You don’t know, but you can’t get it out.

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so sick ! — 50

pairing: idol!lee heeseung x non-idol!f!reader

summary: when your boyfriend of almost eight years cheats on you your senior year of university, you decide that you’re done with anything and everything to do with love. that is, until you meet a guy who sings love songs for a living.

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fifty: no longer bitchless (1.2k)

you don’t know what’s gotten into you. you don’t know why you rushed to slip into your shoes and coat or why you grabbed ryujin’s keys without asking her. you don’t know why you’re driving as fast as possible while trying to maintain the speed limit as best as you can to get to the enhypen dorms. you don’t know why your grip on the steering wheel is so tight, your knuckles are turning white. you don’t know why a simple tweet changed the entire trajectory of your emotions, but it did. and now here you are.

it’s been a total of six days since you last saw or spoke to heeseung and each minute was clawing away at your heart. you’d gotten so used to messaging every single day and talking to him in class, even receiving a text here and there on his busy days. he made you feel heard. he made you feel seen. he made you feel loved.

you park down the street, like you did the first time you went to the dorms. however, unlike that first time, you had to be even more inconspicuous and even more cautious as you made your approach.

you felt a little selfish for not being able to wait until it was okay again to tell him everything. you didn’t want to get him in trouble, but you also couldn’t keep it from him any longer. you thought back to the day before you decided to cease contact, when you realized you were finally ready and you told yourself you’d wait just a bit more. now you wished you would’ve said something then, especially because he’d been waiting long enough.

you text heeseung as soon as you’re outside and he lets you in immediately, almost falling over when you tackle him with a hug. he stands still for a moment, absolutely blindsided by the action, but reciprocates as soon as his brain catches up with him. you take in the faint scent of his cologne, allowing it to fill your senses and committing it to memory.

when you step back, you pull down your mask and take off your hat, your eyes clouded with a few tears. he was really standing in front of you right now. those six days without him proved to be the hardest, similarly to an entire year without rain.

“hey,” he smiles, his thumb grazing along your cheek. “it’s been a minute, huh?”

“a minute?” you snort, your eyelids involuntarily shutting from the comforting motion. “it felt like months.”

“i know. i’m sorry,” he frowns, retracting his hand. “i thought maybe the time apart would help, too. i’d be able to give you your space to grow more.”

“heeseung, don’t apologize. it’s not your fault. besides, there’s no need for that. i don’t ever want to be away from you again. this past week made me realize just how much better you make my life,” you furrow your brows, taking his hands in your own. “i’m ready.”

he blinks at you and it’s like his world has come to a halt. it’s like time has stopped and everything around you is frozen. it’s just him and you and nothing else matters. “w-what?”

“i’m ready, hee. i don’t want to wait anymore. you make me feel like i’m the only girl to ever exist, even with your job that has you surrounded by millions of them. i can breathe around you and i can be myself around you. i mention something once and you remember every little detail. you don’t force your opinions onto me and you constantly know what to say and when to say it. when i’m with you, i’m the best version of myself. it’s just so easy to fall for you,” you step closer to him. “you’re patient, you’re kind, you’re compassionate, you’re smart, you’re unrelenting and you’re you. you’re lee heeseung, with or without the cameras or the microphone, with or without a mask or a hat to hide behind.”

his eyes are widened slightly, not at all expecting you to give him a whole confession. he brings his hands up to cup the sides of your face, unbridled adoration in his expression as he registers your words in his head.

“i want to be with you, heeseung. i’m ready to be with you. all of you. even if it means i have to share you with the rest of the world.” you finally say, holding his wrists.

“you’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” he groans, throwing his head back with a laugh. your lips curl upward. he gasps, as if he’s suddenly recalled something. “y/n, do you remember when i was asking you a bunch of questions and i said i had one that i really wanted to ask you when the time was right?”

“mhm.” you hum, giving him a look of confusion.

“i’m gonna ask you now, and i still want you to answer honestly,” he says and you nod, biting your bottom lip. “will you be my girlfriend?”

“god, yes. of course i will, lee heeseung.”

he leans in just a bit, his nose brushing yours gently. “can i?”

you nod, afraid of your voice failing you. heeseung minimizes the gap between the two of you, his lips enveloping your own tenderly. it’s like a shock of electricity runs through your veins and down your spine. the expanse of your skin heats up and your heart beats so rapidly you can hear it in your ears. (you pray he can’t hear it too.)

everything finally falls into place, like the missing pieces of a puzzle have been found. you bet if you were to step outside, the stars in the sky would be brighter, the air would be crisper, and the grass would be greener. the wait was most definitely worth it.

you remember being so afraid to let someone else back into your heart after what happened with siwoo. you’d spent eight years of your life thinking you were with the person who could give you everything. and maybe you had an inkling that you were settling, even then, but it didn’t make the situation any less painful. no one deserves to be cheated on. that’s the worst reason for a break up. it does nothing but instill countless insecurities and trust issues, making it that much harder to find happiness again.

however, it turned out differently for you. lee heeseung entered your life at the perfect time, whether he realizes it or not. he became a friend that you didn’t know you needed and, slowly but surely, showed you that there were greater things in life that could be explored.

“i continue to get luckier and luckier.” he breathes, resting his forehead on yours. you can feel the flutter of his eyelashes on your skin and your cheeks begin to hurt from how wide you’re smiling.

“i think i’m the lucky one.” you comb your fingers through his bright hair, parting from him slightly to look at his face. you press a tiny kiss to his nose, one of your favorite features of his.

“you know what,” he raises a brow. “this calls for some celebratory ramyeon.”

you laugh at his suggestion, your body falling into him the slightest bit. he grins at your reaction, his chest so incredibly full of warmth and fondness. “it is pretty cold out tonight. the idea isn't bad at all.”

he glances around, realizing the two of you were still in the entrance of the dorm before he puts on a pair of shoes by the door and grabs his coat. he rummages through the drawer in the table by the door for a mask and then adjusts yours for you as you put your hat back on. the gods were on your side it seemed, since a random hat was propped on the coat rack for him to use.

“alright, let’s go before the guys try to stop us,” heeseung reaches to turn the knob, pausing. “but first let me kiss you one more time.”

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Because, I love you... Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: Old Love never dies…or does it? Words: 6670 Rating: 18+ SMUT please don’t read if you are under 18 Warnings/Triggers: Hospitals, Mentions of Death, Cheating, Sexy Times A/N: Story Not Beta'd so like always mistakes are my own and my bad...

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It was early evening, you had just cleaned up. Throwing on a pair of sweat pants and an old worn-out hoodie that had different seen better days. But it was comfortable. Flopping on the couch and turning on the TV bringing your feet up and resting on the coffee table as the credits to a new movie begin to roll. Your mind had been on so many things the last few week. A wedding, the dress, your job, and one thing you didn’t expect. Your childhood friend, your first boyfriend, your first love came back to town. Telling you he had retired and came home to help take of his Dad. The man who was like a second father to you. 

You lay your head on the arm rest when your phone begin to dance across the table. An unknown number flashing across the screen, your fiancé was out of town on work, “maybe it’s the hotel” you think to yourself as you push the little green button to answer. 

“Hermosa…” his voice trembled. He was panicked and you could hear his heart racing even through the phone. His words flying out of his mouth 

“Hey…hey, slow down” you say in a calming voice 

“It’s Chucho…” and that was all you needed to hear 

“Where are you?” You are on your feet sliding on a pair of slip-on shoes and grabbing your car keys before he even answers. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes” 

“You don’t have to come, I just…” 

“I’ll be there in 5” you say again, hanging up the phone and getting into your car. 

You don’t know how you arrived, it was all a blur. Running into the hospital ER, you don’t know exactly where he was. You find a nurses station and make your way to it. Nurses coming and going, all but ignoring you as they race around. “Excuse me…yes, hi…please” you say over and over again trying to get anyone’s attention. 

“Ma’am your not allowed to be back here” a voice finally says walking up to the station 

“I’m looking for somebody. Peña…Chucho Peña” you say 

“Are you family?” He asks looking up from the metal clipboard in his hands, seeing you shake your head “we can not give out that information” 

“I’m a family friend. He’s my neighbor…” you start to tell the nurse, tears starting to form in your eyes “…please” 

“Ma’am I am sorry. But we are not allowed to disclose…” 

“Hermosa?” You hear his voice from behind you and you turn “Hermosa…” he says again running towards you 

“Javi” you sigh arms wrapping around him as his wrap around you. A comforting hug, holding onto you as if you are the only bit of reality he has left. 

His chin rests on your shoulder, you can feel the tears stream down his cheeks. His hands running up and down your back trying to comfort you, the same way your hands rub his head. The past doesn’t matter at that moment “I didn’t know who else to call, I’m so sorry” he chokes out in a shaky breath “I’m…”

“It’s ok…it’s ok” you try to hold it together but you are breaking just as much as he is “is he ok?” 

He pulls back, you see the water in his puffy eyes. Tears stain his cheeks, he swallows hard. The silence is deafening. He takes your hand and walks you to the room where his father lays. Machines hooked up to him. A heart monitor, an IV, and an oxygen mask are the only things you know. You are instanly brought back to the moment you saw your own father like this, and your heart shatters even more not able to look at him. 

The nurses were gone, making him as comfortable as possible. In a medical induced coma. Javier had told you that the two of them were out by the river, laying that new fence that Chucho had been putting off for years. All of a sudden he was holding his arm and fell to the ground. “The paramedics came and we were flown to the hospital. Best chance of surviving they said” he continues as you both watch the lines are the heart monitor move. A slow steady rhythm. 

A hand on his thigh, the other rubbing his tense shoulder “he’s gonna be ok. He’s tough” you try to comfort him 

“I can’t lose him…” he cries 

“I know, I know” you put your forehead on his bicep, hand still trying to soothe the tension. You are willing your tears to not fall, to be the strong one for him. His chin falls against his chest. His hand tightens around yours. His breathing starting to even out the longer the two of you sit there. Your presence making him feel safe in his darkness. 

You aren’t sure how long the two of you sit there, the ER still buzzing, Chucho’s heart monitor still beeping, the hiss of the oxygen machine still all around you. The curtain is pulled open and a young man in a white coat steps in. “Mr. Peña we will be moving your father upstairs in a few hours. But visiting hours have ended. You may come back tomorrow” you nod, Javier’s hand squeezing you tighter. 

“Yes sir” you nod your head, standing up. Javier right next you, his hand still holding yours. 

The doctor turns and pulls the curtain closed behind him. You turn towards Javier wrapping your free arm around him giving him one last hug before you leave. He holds on to you, hating himself for what he is about to ask, “I really hate to ask this, but do you…would you…can I get a ride home. I just, I don’t have…” 

“Of course” 

The car ride was silent, Javier starring out the passenger side window, you flex your fingers on the steering wheel. If you would have told yourself you’d be in this position a few weeks ago, you would have laughed. Javier Peña hadn’t been in your life for almost 15 years. He had went to Colombia for work you had moved on. Find a new man, a man who helped fix the broken pieces he had left behind, and in a few days you’d be marrying that man. But there was something about Javier, there was that part of you that would always love him despite the past. You pull into the long dirt road that leads to the Peña’s house. You had spent many days here in your younger years, more time when you started dating Javier in high school. Then when Javier left you still kept the Taco Friday night with Chucho and helped with some household chores as he got older. 

“I’m sorry…I’m sure you had better things to do then spend them at a hospital with me” he says softly, neither of you have moved since you stopped at his front door. “I didn’t know who else to call” 

“Javier, stop apologizing. Please, you know I’d do anything for him” you sigh “I’d do anything for you” you think as Javier’s stomach grumbles “have you eaten anything?” 

“No” he stares at his hands picking at his fingernails “I don’t deserve your kindness after everything” 

You unhook your seatbelt and kill the lights opening your door. “Where are you going?” He asks watching you as you step out 

“Making you dinner, get out of the car Javier. You need to eat” you close your door and walk in front of the car. Javier still sitting in the passenger seat. You open his door, “I said get out of the fucking car Peña” 

“Why are you doing this?” He asks, looking up at you with those brown eyes and unshed tears 

“Because, believe it or not I still care about you and Pops. He’s going to need you to be strong for him. And you can’t do that on an empty stomach. Now will you please get out of the car” 

After a few minutes of pleading with him, you convinced him to get out of the car. You reached into his coat pocket to grab the house keys to let yourself in. It’s like the house was frozen in time. Pictures of Mrs. Peña still on the wall, photos of Javi’s graduation, pictures of the two of you at prom. A photo of him and Loreanne and the failed wedding, and a photo of the day he said good-bye to you and his family. He follows behind you to the kitchen, you set your jacket on the back of a chair and open the fridge pulling out what little ingredients they had. 

“I can’t lose him…” he cries leaning against the door frame. Holding the coffee cup that had been sitting on the table after their breakfast. The cup Javier said he’d wash when they got done with the work outside 

You turn to see him, the glass shaking in his hands. You set the leftover steak you had found on the counter, and gently take the glass from his trembling hands. Setting it back on the table, holding his hands to your chest. Placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles “I know…I know Jav. Look, go take a shower, breathe and know that I’ll be here when you get out” you brush a stray hair that had fallen over his forehead “he’s a tough, stubborn man and it’s going to take a lot more then a heart attack to stop him” that comment of stubborn earns you a half smile and a little nod of his head. 

“Thank you…” he whispers his forehead leaning down to touch yours “I don’t deserve you” he mumbles

You nod in return and drop his hands and move back towards the counter as he walks down the hall to the bathroom. Pulling out a cutting board and finding a knife you stare at the ring on your finger. The diamond shining in the light “he doesn’t have to know…he’s away on work.  It’s fine” you say to yourself. 

A shower, and a dinner later you find yourself sitting with Javier on the couch, mindlessly watching the images on the screen. His head on your lap, your fingers in his hair. Massaging his scalp, it was easy to fall back into this life with him, it felt normal. It felt right. You don’t know when it happened but you had dozed off at some point of the movie. Your legs had been moved so you were laying on the couch and blanket drapped over you. The TV was off, the lights out it takes you a moment to remember where you were. 

You made your way to the bathroom, washing your hands you open the door and turn the light off. Seeing the glow of a night light coming from Javier’s old room. The door cracked open just enough you could hear him mummering something to himself. You tap the door gently as it slowly swings open. “Jav?” You question looking into the room, seeing him sitting on the edge of his bed. Tears streaming down his face again, he winds and unwinds his fingers together. 

“Hermosa, I didn’t wake you? I’m sorry…I was trying to let you sleep” he says as you shuffle over to him, sitting next to him on the small bed “I can’t sleep, I just keep thinking of what…I can’t lose him” 

You wrap your arms around him, “I know…it’s ok…” you comfort him. His head falls to your shoulder, tears falling like a waterfall down his cheeks, “I know” you continue to tell him 

He lifts his head, his forehead moves to lean against yours. Your hands move to cup his face, wiping away tears that continue to fall. His eyes searching yours for answers that you wish you had for him. “I can’t lose you…” he says before his lips find yours in a tentive kiss. When you don’t stop him, his lips mold themselves to yours. Your hands move from his cheek sliding into his hair. Javier’s hand moves to your waist pulling you closer to him, his tongue sliding across the seam of your lips, begging you to let him in. 

You should stop, you know you should stop. He’s not your fiancé, he broke your heart years ago. But kissing him was easy, natural, it was wrong but it felt so right. 

His hand grabs the fabric of your hoodie and starts to lift it up, exposing your skin to the cool air. You open your mouth just enough for him to take advantage of it slipping his tongue, you moan making a fist and pulling his hair. Your heart starts racing with each brush of his tongue. You finally have to pull away to catch your breath, face still next to his. “Javi, we…” you try to say but his lips cut you off. 

His hand moves, wrapping around your waist and pulling you even closer to him. The kisses are slow, not hurried or rushed. It’s like he is rediscovering you, wanting to make the moment last. He pulls your legs up to drap over his thighs, laying you back gently until your head hits the pillow. His lips pull away, kissing your cheek nipping at your jaw just before moving his lips to your neck. Wondering if that little spot just below your ear still makes you moan his name in pleasure.

It does. 

“Wwwwwwe, I….” you hum, you can feel his lips smile against your skin. “Jjjjjjaaav” 

“I’ve missed hearing that” he pulls away. His body hovering over yours, his eyes dark. Lust, sorrow, guilt, sadness it’s written all over his face. He leans down to you again before the next words stop him 

“We shouldn’t do this…” you say quietly fingers brushing some hair behind his ear “It’s your…you are in a emotional state…I’m engaged, Jav” he sits up and you push yourself up 

His head falls to his hands, and you move yourself so your legs are hanging off the bed. Feet on the ground. Your hand rubbing up and down his back, “I’m sorry. Look you need some sleep, I’ll come back tomorrow to check on you” 

You start to stand up from the bed when his hand reaches for you, “will you please stay with me?” His hand holds you as a life line “I’m sorry, I just I don’t want to be alone…he’s all I got” he chokes out the last few words. 

You nod; sitting back down in the bed. You lay back and open your arms for him to curl into. His head finds a place on your chest, your fingers return to his head. Gently massaging it, his breathing begins to even out, you feel the tears dampen your skin you know he’d deny let fall. His arms hold you, like a child in the night holding their favorite stuffed animal in hopes to keep the bad dreams away. You turn your head just enough to kiss the top of his head, before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep knowing all to well the morning will come soon 

One hand bracing himself against the headboard, the other lifting your leg higher up his waist. His teeth grazing over your earlobe whispering words of praise in your ear, all you can do is moan in response. Your nails scratching down his back, the snap of his hips becoming harder, faster with each sigh of his name. 

He was always gentle with you, making love instead of fucking. It had been a while since he had been with someone, even longer since he had been with you. But the way his body fit to yours, the way your bodies moved in sync, it was like you hadn’t missed a beat. The bed creeking with every thrust, “yes…please, Jav…riiiiig yes….” you say as you get closer to the edge. 

His lips find yours ago, a sloppy kiss compared to the precision of everything else, a tug of on your lips, and a flex of his hand on your waist, you soon clamp around him. A feeling you haven’t had in a long time.  Your fiancé has made you come, but nothing like the way Javier did. Your entire body on fire, the feeling of being worshiped like a Queen. 

“Shiiiiiit…shit” he grunt as you tighten around him even more, his cock twitching as you cry out his name in pleasure and his warm seeds fills you. He leans down, kissing you in a much more romantic way. Slow movements as he rocks his hips riding out his high. Your fingers finding their favorite place in his soft brown hair 

His alarm clock rings, ruining the moment of bliss. He breaks the kiss and the hand that was holding your hips flies to the night stand. Knocking the alarm clock to the floor. His head resting in the cruck of your neck. His lips leaving butterfly kisses to the bare skin he can reach. Your fingers trailing up and down his spine, while is softens inside of you. If you could, you’d stay in this moment forever, but the man you just made love to you is not the man that you should be laying naked in bed with. 

He slowly pulls out of you, and whine at the sudden loss of him. Kissing your forehead before he shuffles off to the bathroom. The morning light filter through the thing curtains. The light bouncing off the diamond. The ring weighing a ton as the images of the early morning replay in your mind. You sit up, eyes roaming the room to find where your clothes had be tossed to. You hands cover your face; shame, regret, confusion…you know it was wrong, but it felt so right. 

You stand on shaky legs, your back to the door as you bend over to grab your bra and hoodie that been thrown across the room. “The fuck are my pants…” you say to yourself as Javier walks back into the room. You turn when you hear the door creak open, your shorts on the desk by the door. 

“I brought you, where are you going?” He asks holding the warm damp cloth 

“I have to go” you grab the cloth cleaning yourself just enough to pull your shorts on 

“Hermosa…” he says softly, almost pleading with you his arm blocking the doorway

“Javi, don’t” you avoid his eyes, knowing that the look will make you second guess yourself “Please, let me go” 

“Hermosa,” he says again

“I’m getting married, tell Chucho I’ll see him soon” you turn to look at him. His soft brown eyes welling up with tears and you swallow hard 

“Don’t marry him” his voice cracks 

“Why?” 

“Because I love you” he leans in to kiss you and you move away from him “Hermosa, please…” 

“I get married in two weeks, I hope to see you there. Be safe Jav”you walk back towards the living room where your keys and shoes still lay. Not looking back, knowing if you do you’d never leave the house 

You didn’t expect him to say yes, but you were thrilled when Chucho said he would be honored to give you away. Even though you were an adult when your parents passed, Chucho filled that father roll. 

You stare out the window, overlooking his family and friends, joining the few people you had invited. “Mija, you know you can’t let them see you before the big moment” Chucho’s voice fills the empty space. 

“Hey…” you turn to see him, wiping a stray tear that starts to fall “look at you, you know your gonna be fighting the ladies off with that suit” you smile at him

He brushes his shoulders, “Really?” he asks “I haven’t worn this thing in years” 

“Very handsome” you move over to him wrapping your arms around him “thank you so much for being here. It means…” you voice cracks 

He wraps his arms around you. Lifting his cane he’s been using to help hold him. “Mija, it means the world that you would ask” 

You pull back to look at him. Smiling when you see the sparkle in his eye. It really did mean a lot to him. You were the daughter he never had. You try look behind him to see if he was standing back there, you tried your best to not let him see, but he’s Chucho…he sees all 

“I don’t think he’s coming” he sighed “he can he so stubborn sometimes” 

“I wondered where he learned it from” you raise he eyebrow with a small smirk and he shrugs with a slight chuckle 

“Oh oh, I have something for you” you steps back reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a red velvet box “a bride needs something old, new and blue…this covers all three” 

You take the box from his hands and flip it open. Inside a necklace with a sapphire. Beautful shades of blue and purple as the light hits it. Your hands shaking with emotion and how much this means to him knowing it was his late wifes. You begin to say his name, but his finger sushes you. “She’d want you to have it, it’s old…new to you. And blue”

“Thank you,” you fingers brush over the chain of the necklace. 

“Turn…turn…Mija let me put it on” you takes the box from you and hooks the chain around your neck. Looking down the pendant sits perfectly on your chest. Just above the neckline of your dress. You turn back around to show him. Putting his hands together “you look beautful” 

“It’s perfect…thank you” 

Chucho left you, you stand in front of the full length mirrior, you slipped in the heels and finally added the final touch of your veil. Your hands slide over your stomach, you try to convince yourself it’s just nervous but you know damn well it isn’t. You close your eyes, signing deeply and telling yourself there will be time to cry later. 

“You look like an Angel” you’d recognize that voice anywhere, it was the voice playing over and over in your head. 

“You came” you open your eyes and watch his reflection in the mirror as he gets closer to you 

“There’s still time ya know” he’s close now, close enough to run a finger down your bare arm 

You turn your head, his face inchs from yours. You breath him in; whiskey, nicotine gum and a scent that is uniquely Javier Peña. You shake your head, you wish is was him at the alter, you had wished that for so long. You reach up and cup his cheek, thumb brushing across his ear. “I can’t…” you pull your face back and you have to look away from the eyes, the eyes that you’ve always loved. 

The room is on fire, your skin burns and it’s like you're suffocating.  There’s a balcony on the other side of the room, away from praying eyes that are down below. Picking up the dress you all but run to the open door. Hands fall to the rail the moment you step outside, breathing fast, he follows you. A hand on your back “Hermosa…” 

“Why now, after all these years? You’ve had all the time in the world and now…NOW is the time you decide you love me?” 

“I’ve always loved you” 

“Bullshit,” you yell “that’s some fucking bullshit. You and I both know that. What about that brunette?” 

“What?” He’s confused, his eye brows furrow and he shakes his head “how do yoooooo”

“I went to see you, bought a one-way ticket to Colombia…you know, surprise you. Bring a little piece of home that I thought you were missing. But clearly I wasn't it” 

It was his second year working for the DEA, the letters to you were few and far apart. But Chucho got letters every week. One night at dinner, he had shared with you a certain letter. A letter that Javier had written saying how home sick he was. Work wasn’t what he thought it was. He was missing home cooking, family, friends…you. You had saved up some money and Chucho helped you get a plane ticket. You’d surprise him for the holidays, bring a little bit of home to him. But when you arrived at his apartment, you realized you were a distance memory to him. 

“…I saw her walking out of your apartment in a little black dress. One heel on, one heel off and hair a mess. You followed close behind calling her name and holding her shoe” your hands flex on the railing at the image playing in your head “…then you step out, butt ass naked. Sex tousled hair. She wrapped her arms around you, kissed you and when she walked away you called her your amor” 

“You came to see me?” His face still in shock 

“Because I loved you Javier. I wanted to make you happy but clearly it wasn’t home you were missing. You were just missing a place to stick your dick” he goes to put his hand on yours and you pull away “I called your Dad and he helped me get home…I met Kyle a few months later. He picked up my shattered heart and put me back together”

“She wasn’t you, I was trying to fill a void. Sure, she was fun,” you roll your eyes and cross your arms “but I didn’t love her. I never could. She wasn’t you” 

“It doesn’t matter. I am marrying Kyle. He’s a good man” 

“You can’t tell me you didn’t feel something when we kissed. That you didn’t feel anything that morning” 

“It was a mistake” 

“But you felt something, I know you did” he pleads 

“It was closure. Our story ending…” your voice cracks “I will always love you Javier, but there’s a man downstairs waiting for me. I’m sorry…” you take a step forward towards him. Placing a hand on his shoulder you lean in and kiss his cheek “…I wish things were different. And maybe in a different life they could be.” 

You walk away, leaving him standing on the balcony alone. He stares at the spot you just stood. His heart racing out of his chest. His entire life flashed before his eyes. Almost losing his father made him realize things that mattered in life and what matter was you. The only real thing he ever cared about. 

He stared at the now empty glass in front of him. The bartender cut him off after his 3rd drink. A record low for him. A beautiful red head approached him. Hand on his shoulder “is this seat taken” she cooed “looks like someone needs a pick me up” 

Looking up from his glass as she sat down. He shakes his head, she wasn’t you. She wasn’t the woman he so desperately wanted to be sitting next to him right now. He wasn’t sure how long it has been since he had been cut off. Surely he was sober enough to drive by now. He grabbed the few dollars he had in his picked and set it in front of the woman “buy yourself a drink” he says standing up and walking away from the bar

It wasn’t that far of a drive from the bar he would frequent to the house. He should be home in no time. The light had just turned green and Javier moves his foot pushing down the gas pedal to resume his drive home, when suddenly he sees a bright light 

The wedding March had started to play. Chucho places his arm out for you to take. You wrap your arm around his, and you step outside. Looking up you see Kyle. A navy blue suit with a black shirt and tie underneath. His strawberry blonde hair falling perfectly into place and his baby blue eyes staring at you. A smile spreads across his face seeing you in the dress for the first time. Your heart racing you come to a stop. You feel like the world is crashing down around you. He isn’t the one that you should be marrying. “I can’t do this…” you say softly “I’m sorry I can’t do this!” You yell and pull up the dress letting go of Chucho’s arm and running back inside. 

You slam the door behind you, falling to the ground before you can even make it to the couch. You felt your heart shattering, and flood gates open behind your eyes. You barely heard the sound of your phone over your cries. 

“Hello?” You sob 

A man’s voice you didn’t recognize asks your name. His voice managed to say calm despite the sirens blaring behind him. 

“Yes, this is her” you try to catch your breath 

“Hello, this is Officer Riley with the county sheriff…” he says “you were listed as an emergency contact for Javier Peña” 

“Is he ok?” 

“He was in a serious car accident. He was air lifted to Swedish Hospital” your hand clenched around the chain on your neck “oh my God…no” you say to yourself “I would make your way there now. EMT’s at the scene did everything they could to stop some bleeding. He was hit pretty hard” 

“I…yyyyy….tttth” you couldn’t even form the words 

“Ma’am breath for me” Officer Riley tells you 

“Thank you sir, I’m heading there now” 

“Take care Ma’am” 

You stumble to your feet, finding your purse still sitting on the small coffee table in the room. Grabbing you you try and walk to the door, reaching for the handle as it begins to open. 

“Kyle” 

“Baby…are you ok?” He asks concerned and you shake your head 

“I have to go…” tears streaming down your face 

“It’s him isn’t it?” He stops you from pushing past him 

You nod, “Kyle I am sorry” you look up at him. You slide the ring off your finger, and reach for his hand. Placing it in his palm before wrapping his fingers around it “you are an amazing man. And you deserve a woman you loves you the same…” 

He places the ring in his pocket, “are you sure?” 

“I am” he lets you slide by him “for the first time in years, I am. I should have told you sooner, Kyle please…” 

“Go…I’ll figure out how to tell everyone downstairs” 

The heels tap against the white linoleum floor. Running to the closet desk, Chucho is not far behind. You come to a stop at the first desk, mind racing, heart beating out of your chest “Peña…Javier Peña. An officer told me he was here” you words flying out of your month 

“Mrs. Peña?” The young nurse from behind the desk asks 

Completely forgetting that you are still in the wedding dress when you look down, Chucho had caught up to you and hand on your back “yes…” he says matter of factly. You turn to look at him wide eyes and he smiles “…well as you can see. Almost” 

“He is in surgery at the moment. I will take you to the family waiting room” she stands and makes her way around the desk 

It’s empty, leftover paper coffee cups sit on a table from a previous family. Your heart tightens at the thought of the last words you spoke to him. You didn’t want the last memory to be seeing him standing there on that balcony. The nurse was talking to Chucho, closing the door behind her. Your feet carrying you from side to side in the small room. You feel arms wrap around you, you collapse into him.  “I…he’s…” words fail you 

“Shhh…shhh I know I know” you comforts you help you sit in a chair “I will be right back” he kisses the top of your head and disappears behind the now closed door 

Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days. He was out of surgery, for what you weren’t sure. The doctors words were just a buzz to you, you stare at him. Tubes coming out of his mouth, and nose. His head bandaged with gauze. His eyes black and blue with gashes along his cheeks. His right leg in a cast. The beeps of machines keeping him alive sound like explosions in your ears. 

You walk over to his side, reaching for his fingers, the only part of him not hooked or covered by some kind of machine or tape. Your fingers wrap around his, tears still streaming down your cheeks. “I can’t lose you, I…we can’t lose you” you thumb brushes the back his fingers., “please…I need you” 

Four weeks, it was four weeks before he started to remember what happened. Tubes were removed from his throat to help him breathe. The black and blue are now a light purple. The gashes all but healed. He could eat liquid foods now, and you never left his side. He didn’t talk much, or at all. The nurses had brought in a small cot for you to sleep on, it was late and your eyes finally falling closed 

Over the course of time you had learned that he was hit by a drunk driver. Hit so hard he was pushed into another car. He had suffered a serious concussion from hitting the side of the car, shattered right ankle. The airbag deployed left the gashes along his cheeks. There was also a small possibility he could be paralyzed from the waist down due to the impact of the cars crashing together. You were lucky he was alive.  

You woke up the next morning, the birds chirping outside, you turn over and look towards his bed. His soft brown eyes finally met yours for the first time in what seems like eternity. He smiles, and you make your way to the edge of his bed, brushing back some hair resting on his forehead and place a gentle kiss 

“Hermosa” he replies sighing “I’m sorry” 

“For what?” You sit on the edge of his hospital bed 

“I always fuck everything up” he closes his eyes wishing things could be different. He remembers enough of what happened that landed him in the bed he now lays in. 

“Hey, don’t do that. You’re here, you’re ok” you take his hand “why do you think you fucked this up?” 

“You’re married to another man, a man that could have been me. If I would have just known you came to see me, it could be…it should be me” 

“Javier…” you start when the door swings open 

“Oh good, Mr. Peña you're awake” the nurse walks in cheerfully, “are you ready for a round of PT?” She makes her way to the bed where you sit with him 

“What's the point?” He groans, “it’s not like I have a reason” 

“You got Pops…he’s a good reason” you say and watch him roll his eyes “you have me” 

You plead with him to go with the nurse. Telling him he still has a lot to give, something to fight for. This isn’t the way you wanted to tell him, you wanted it to be something special, something that wasn’t blurting it out. Not here, not now. “Jav I’m pregnant” 

 

The wheelchair he has sat in stops, and spins back to you. His jaw dropped, “I’ll come back” the nurse says and quietly leaves the room. Javier’s eyes drifting to your stomach that had been covered by an over-sized hoodie every day. He shakes his head in disbelief 

“What?” He questions, he wheels towards you “why does that matter. Congratulations to you and Kyle” he snaps 

“It’s not his…” you sit on his bed “it’s yours. He doesn’t know” 

You can feel his eyes burning a whole into you. You feel self-conscious about everything suddenly. He places a hand on your knee, your heart beating out of your chest. “It’s mine?” His voice is soft, scared and you nod “what about…”

“I didn’t marry him. I couldn’t. You were right. That kiss, it meant something. It meant everything” he reaches for your hands. 

You tell him how when you were standing there, looking at Kyle all you wanted was it to be him. You loved Kyle, you did but he was never Javier. He never gave you the butterflies you feel when you're with him, he never looked at you like you put the stars in the night sky. You wanted to fight it, you wanted to deny it. The truth was that you were terrified he was going to leave you again, he broke your heart once you were worried he was going to do it again.  

“I’ll be the man you deserve…the man you need. For you and for him” 

“Oh you think it’s a him do you?” You smile placing your hands on your stomach 

“I know it’s a son…” he leans forward taking one of your hands and placing a kiss there, “ok, where’s that nurse I got some PT to do” 

“Mommy….mommy!!!” A little voice shouts running directly into your legs 

“Hi there baby, what’s wrong?” You turn and bend down 

“Daddy said I look like a princess” she twirls her dress 

“And you do, you look beautiful Mija” you smile and wrap your arms around her tiny frame, picking her up as you stand up and look in the mirror. She touches the pendant that Chucho gave you. There’s a small tap at the door, you turn both of you to see Chucho dressed in a black suit 

“la pequeña princesa…there she is” and the smile that spreads across his face lights up the room. He couldn’t be more proud of the small ray of sunshine you and Javier had created. 

“Ab-wuuuu-lo” she squirms in your arms trying to break free. You grunt a little as she squirms more before you set her down watching her do something between a run and a skip to Chucho 

“Princesa, look at you” he puts his hand over his head “you are the most beautiful flower girl I’ve ever seen” 

“Sí” she smiles and twirls for him 

“Do you have your basket ready?” He asks 

“Sí, sí” she smiles 

“And the flowers?” He takes her hand 

“Sssssssí” she pulls him to lead him out of the room “Let’s go, ab-whoooo-lo, vamos” and you can’t help the snort you let out 

As she leads him out of the room, you then back to look at yourself in the mirror. Taking the two small gold heart shaped stud earrings off the dresser and putting them in. Smoothing down the stomach area of your burgundy dress. A pair of large hands wrap around yours. A kiss placed to where your neck meets your shoulder and you hum in content. 

“You know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding” you sigh. Hand reaching behind you and threading through his hair 

“Then it’s a good thing I’m already married to her” he kisses you again “you look stunning Hermosa”

It was true, you and Javier had married weeks after he was released from the hospital. You didn’t want to wait, but you also didn’t want to walk down the aisle pregnant. You went to the court house, said the ‘I do’s’ and promised that one day you would have a bigger wedding, a wedding where you could celebrate. You make eye contact with him in the mirror. It didn’t matter how many times you’ve seen those eyes before it always made your heartbeat a little bit faster. 

“Thank you” he says resting his chin on your shoulder 

“Mmm, for what?” you ask leaning your head against him 

“Giving me a second chance, for letting me love you. For loving me…for giving me the best gift in our little princess. I don’t know how I deserve it. But thank you” 

“Because, I love you” 

“I love you too” 

#Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal Characters #Javier Pena #narcos fic #Narcos AU #Pedro Pascal Character FanFic #Christina Writes

[bard-powers-activate]

TL/DR: Struggle anxiety and/or sensory issues during air travel? Find your cozy armor.

Traveling by airplane is often the only way we can get where we need to go, and unless you have crazy money it’s typically an uncomfortable and unpleasant experience from start to finish.

Enter Cozy Armor. The goal is to have at least one perfect outfit that can serve as your personal protection from the trip’s unpleasantness.

Start with your toes and work your way up.

Socks: Your most comfortable pair of STURDY socks. The temptation for fuzzy socks is real, but they get too hot when you walk a lot and when you take your shoes off at security you know every possible debris will stick to them and bother the hell out of you after shoes go back on

Shoes: Comfortable walking shoes that can be taken on and off quickly. It’s a little self-explanatory but anything to make security less of a pain in the ass is worth it, and airports often require a lot of walking

Pants: Think of the type of pants you’d wallow around the house and eat ice cream in, or throw on to quickly run to the gas station. These pants do NOT have to be cute, it’s kinda better if they aren’t. The most important thing is that they feel super comfy, have sturdy pockets so you aren’t stressed about your phone falling out or losing your earbuds, and aren’t too hot or thin of a material. You never know what temperatures to expect but typically air travel runs on the cold side. Again, remember the friction generated by walking a lot

Underthings: Unless they truly give you great personal comfort—no bra. Because fuck ‘em that’s why. I don’t care if they jiggle or the nipples show, it’s just not worth the discomfort. Everyone is more concerned with their own shit to stare at you anyway. If that’s too much for you, keep a comfy sports bra in your bag to take on and off as you feel is appropriate. Comfortable underwear, too, of course.

Top: The key here is to wear the softest shirt you own. My personal tip—pick an ugly shirt you have no interest in wearing anywhere else.

I wear the same outfit every single time I fly. Same pants, same shirt in my least favorite shades of greens, whites, and yellows. Personally, wearing the ugliest outfit I can while being as cozy as possible makes me feel like I’m telling everyone looking at me to fuck right off.

OTHER ESSENTIALS for your carry-on

Headphones: Noise-cancelling are the best but whatever you have works. I try to spend as little time as possible with my headphones off/not playing my comfort music. (Consider keeping a pair of wired headphones in your travel bag because some flights make you buy theirs and you don’t want to feel like watching a movie and not be able to)

Make sure your favorite albums/playlists are downloaded to your phone while you’re still on wifi!!!

YOU CAN PACK SNACKS: I forget this one all the time, but food can be brought through security!!! If there aren’t good food options in your airport or the prices are too high, some high protein and fibrous snacks can save the day (think jerky, nuts, dried fruit, etc).

Portable battery and every type of charger you’d need during the trip. Remember to include any chargers for headphones or game systems as well as phone chargers

A small pillow—never know when you’ll need to crash for a few minutes on a flight or during a layover

An eye mask! You won’t need it every flight, but the times you do it’s a life-saver

Refillable water bottle so you don’t get thirsty and feel tempted to buy their $7-$10 waters

If the ascension makes your ears hurt, consider bringing gum to chew on

A book, small puzzle, notebook and pen, or other non-digital media in case you’re stuck without signal or wifi or just need a break from electronics for a while

If I think of more stuff I’ll edit this post later. The more you mentally prepare yourself for air travel, the easier it gets to don your armor and get through it.

Hope this helps some folks!

#air travel #sensory issues #traveling with sensory issues #cozy armor

[brascu]

Ok, so

yesterday I went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show with some friends. We agreed we’d go in cosplay and all that and since Frank n Further is like the god of my life, I was pretty excited. The play was at 20 and we agreed to getting ready together.

The one I was talking to about this told me they were planning to get in the subway by 18:45, so I, knowing that I take some time to get my Frank together, said I’d get to college(where we were going to get ready) by 17 or something, to which this friend agreed. 

I got a bit late, but I was also already wearin my fit beneath my normal people clothes, so it was ok. I got there around 17:15/17:20 and went looking for them. I I went over the whole place and since they’re neighbors to there I thought that maybe they were there.

And one of them was, not the one I was talking to, but the other who’d come with us. And there, 17:40 more or less, I found out the other one, the one who agreed to me getting there by 17, would only get there by 18:15. Which already sucked and ok. So we began with makeup and all while we waited.

The one who was not there yet simply never answered his phone and we were already getting anxious. My fucking autistic self was pretty anxious, but ok, we were chatting, we had time. ok.

he got there around 18:40 and went to get his clothes. In our college, we have thiskind of library for clothes, right? So he went there to grab an outfit. The other friend, the one who was not late, would get his clothes from a friend we were meeting and that girl was already going by herself because we were late.

While I finished my makeup, the one who was late was playing around with his clothes and ok, fun, uhul, but he needed to get subscribed to this clothes library, something he could’ve done before, while he tried on the clothes just to earn us some time. Then he went to put his things on his locker, which took some time and suddenly he came back because he forgot his keys, so he had to go there again and he went by elevator instead of stair, even if it were only two floors and the elevator was taking a while.

Then when we finally got to the subway, at around 19:20, He had not charged his transport card and we’d have to wait him again. So, of course, I paid for him.

We had 40 minutes to get there and our friend still had to get their clothes and get changed. I was fucking nervous.

after getting out of the subway, my friends boots, from the one who belated us, had a problem. Its hills were ungluing(?) from the shoe and it was hard to walk. We stopped by a diner to get a tape to fix it so we could get there. It worked for a bit and soon it came off, we needed it again. So we stopped by a new diner.

It was already 20h. He was fixing it slowly as hell. I sent our other friend to go get changed while I helped him. I was really really anxious. I fucking had my outfit ready days before so nothing could go wrong and I was at the verge of losing the start of the play because he kept getting us late.

And, sure, the shoe thing was not  his fault, but it could’ve happened at 19:40 instead of 20, right?

So it seems that when I went to him to try and help him get the boot walkable, I was rude. I honestly don’t know what I said that was that bad, I just wanted to help and get finally to the theater, but apparently in my three phrases I was rude and he didn’t let me help him and when we got out of the diner he said he wouldn’t take disrespect, I was not supposed to talk to him like that, that he only dealt with gentle people and I was like?????????? Baby, we’re so late and I’m so anxious and he was like no, it doesn’t matter what’s going on, you’re not supposed to talk to me like that.

And probably my masking just went off because I was anxious, but I don’t really know what I said that was so terrible (I really only spoke about t he shoes, the words I don’t know, but it was about the shoes) and he didn’t tell me and just went “im mad at you, you were rude” all the way from the diner till we got finally to the theater with me helping him walk with his fucking shoes in the rain. 

And I’m not saying that being anxious makes it ok to treat other badly, but isn’t it comprehensible I would maybe be less polite in that situation? 

And even by the end of the play he was still mad at me, but when people came to take pictures of us he’d pose and be all :D and I was feeling so bad??? 

I asked him what I was supposed to do, and he said he didn’t know almost as if I had commited a crime?

But isn’t it a bit disrespectfull as well to get everyone late? Not once he said he was sorry. And honestly, he always does that. Everytime we say we’ll meet, he leave me hanging for more than an hour.

And maybe It’s my fault for not saying “Hey, I’m mad at you, you are always late and I hate waiting for you this long.” so now he’s used to it and see no problem with getting me so anxious. Maybe I’m so soft that when I’m not 100% soft I sound rude? I don’t know lol

I’m just organizing my thoughts, don’t mind me. Later we’ll talk and I’ll tell him this all.

I just think it was so unfair for him to be angry at me througout the whole play for a sentence not well thought when I at any second blamed him for our latedness. You know? Like, he can always be late, but I can’t get anxious for it??

idk lol

#rambling #thinking thoughts