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theficblog · 2 years

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REDEMANCY

JEON JUNGKOOK

Prologue: What was supposed to be mini date turned out to be an argument. You tried to hold you emotions until you couldn't

Genre: Angst + Established relationship AU + Idol boyfriend Jungkook

Wordcount: 1,287

Warnings: Language + Mentions of camsex + Crying

Unlike the hands of the clock that still managed to meet eleven times in twelve hours, you barely met your boyfriend. When was the last time you saw him in the flesh? Maybe about 2 months ago, when he stopped by your place for a quarter of an hour, at this rate it could almost be labelled a long-distance relationship if this was how things were going to bend even after being together for four years. There was nothing too fancy about dating a world-famous kpop idol and you realised this pretty early on in your relationship.

Dates? That would be counted as a privilege, you could not even tell your colleagues and circle about the two of you. Not to mention how awkward it was to go on planned dates, in the car or to the dentist. The invisible veil somehow always made you feel the distance between the two of you, at times, more than often, he was more of the industry than yours.

[Jungkook 16:46]

Can't make it today, babe. Dance practice. xx

[Jungkook 09:28]

I'll be late because of the flight, see you next time.

Only if he was ever able to make it in the first place, you and your lover agreed that the safest location to act as normal couples did was your apartment. It was barely the second week into dating when he begged you not to let anyone about this secret love affair because he was scared it would leak out and ruin things for him, he had always been scared. At times it would appear like you guys had an affair outside of your marriages but then that would too have been better if it gave you the chance of meeting each other. FaceTimes were the only means, then, whether it was random calls out of boredom or helping each other with sexual needs. Phone sex could never be what the touch-to-touch was.

As you prepared dinner tonight, something you never usually did, you had second thoughts floating over your brain. Were the time and effort invested worthwhile? Were you a weight for him to carry? It wasn't that you didn't love Jungkook—you did, and you loved him fervently. Love wasn't always shared; sometimes it had to be abandoned.

The dinner table that took you forty minutes to set still found itself in the same condition as before, except for the food that had gone cold. The clock indicated that it was sharp at 2:28 am and your boyfriend, Jungkook, who promised to be here by 9, was still nowhere to be seen.

You were startled out of sleep by the doorbell's "Ding Dong," although you were unaware of it at the time because you had already fallen into sleep. Blinking a few times to get used to the brightness, you managed to gather yourself as you made your way to the door.

"Babe~ I'm sorry" He engulfed you in a hug even before you could properly welcome him inside. This feeling of having him with you made you shut your eyes and senses, the only thing that you were focusing on was his very presence. His wood-scented perfume and the fabric of his grey sweatshirt made you melt right on the spot. "I missed you" Jungkook planted a little peck on your forehead as he stared into your eyes. You nodded and smiled gently. There was not a lot that could be expected out of you after all of this overthinking you had been doing.

Similar to how married couples would behave during a disagreement, the supper fell hushed. Jungkook did start a number of conversations in the middle, but when he noticed that you mostly just hummed and nodded to them, he stopped talking. Perhaps he assumed that you were weary.

The moonlight illuminated your boyfriend's face as he placed himself on your lap. Minutes after dinner and cleaning the dishes, you both seated yourselves on the balcony of your apartment. The sky was full of stars that night, just as your heart was full of uncertainties.

It's better to let emotions out when you can, or else they end up boiling in a vessel and blasting.

"Jungkook," you hesitated.

"Yeah?" He looked up at you with those gleaming eyes of his, but this was not the time to be soft.

"What-What about us?" You stammered, It took a lot of effort to speak these words. What if something awful happened instead?

"What do you mean baby?" He pouted, playing with your fingers before he ended up intertwining them with his own.

"How long do we have to do this for? Why can't we be just like the others? Tell me, why can't I see us with a clear vision Jungkook? For fuck's sake do you even love me or what? I’m just a toy for you right?” You shook away his hand as you fumed at him.

He was quick to get off your lap. "What on earth makes you think that?" He revolted back. His facial expression was unlike anything you had ever seen; you could tell he was close to tears while still enraged.

"I'm here trying my best to live this life that everybody else only dreams of!" He got up on his feet as he raised his voice at you.

The scene changed quickly.

"I can't even recall the last time I could sleep till my content or eat what I wanted to! And you know what? fuck that I can't even breathe without letting people know!" Jungkook was in a never before seen rage as he kept on massaging his temples, and all you did on the other hand was sit on the ground as you looked up at his face, tears were now trailing down his cheeks.

"Why don't you think I love you Y/N? I'm here trying my best." He broke down and got on his knees.

His phone started ringing, and you were a hundred per cent sure it was one of his managers. That is how it ended up every time, He would quickly grab his phone and pack his bags before kissing you goodbye.

But this time, he didn't.

"I'm sorry." He pleaded, his tears were now beginning to fall to the balcony floor.

You continued to remain in the same position, reconsidering each and every word he said.

Without saying a word, he walked over to you and pulled you into a hug. The warmth of that physical contact seemed to heighten your feelings, and before you knew it, you were crying as well.

You couldn't remember how long this continued. You pulled out of the hug, embracing your boyfriend with puffy red cheeks.

"Jungkook?" You called his name, and that was followed by a hum from his side.

"What about us?" You asked again, but with a different intention, letting out a chuckle.

"Hmmm, marriage, kids, and lots and lots of sex." Jungkook replied as he crunched his nose.

"How about we have two kids?" He added. "Both girls," he exclaimed, his face lit up with pride. "What do you think?"

"We have talked about this a thousand times already, just so you know." You bopped his nose, never getting out of his arms.

"I can't stop thinking about them already. Our kids are gonna be mwah!" He pouted as he bragged about his unborn kids.

"I wish they have your eyes, nose, and lips..." he traced down your features with his index finger.

The sun was already coming up and the glory of the dawn brightened your skin to a tint of orange.

"I love you" Jungkook mumbled with a soft breath, caressing the top of your hands.

"I always will."

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ambcass · 3 months

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ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀʙʏ || ᴊᴀɪᴍᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

a/n: thank you all for your requests! A lot of the fic is in my drafts rn but I can squeeze in a few more. if u see this, feel free to request smth :) THIS IS MY FIRST DARK FIC

MDNI! DEAD DOVES DON'T EAT

tags: Yandere! Jaime, swearing, female reader, helpless reader, kidnapping, angst, fluff if you squint your eyes, obsessive praise (if that makes sense), drugging, needles, fight scenes, knife, blood, PET NAMES USED (babe, baby, good girl, pretty, ect.) NO HAPPY ENDING😊. OUT OF CHARACTER BEHAVIOR

Jaime loves you so much. He tells you every day how much he can't live without you being in his life. He clings to you like a lost puppy. Following you where ever you're headed. He tries to calm down when you're talking to another guy. Hell, he hates it even more when that guy you're talking to is one of his friends. After your conversation with Bart ended, Jaime walked up to you two and asked you to wait as he pulled Bart aside before coming back. Ever since Bart doesn't speak a word towards you. You obviously knew your boyfriend had something to do with it.

Later that night you guys had an argument. Like all arguments, he says things like “you wouldn’t leave me if you didn’t care.” , “Where’s the old you”, “C’mon my love, don’t act like this.” You always stayed. He said you were the problem and you believed him. You wanted to change, just for him. Not last night though. He sang the same song but you took it from a different approach. You spoke about possessive he’s been acting but he says that “it’s for your own good.”

You stormed out his house with so much frustration flowing through your body. Should of waited until the morning. You walked out his home and into the cold, dark night. Suddenly your phone kept buzzing. You opened it and it’s Jaime begging you to come back. Pleading you to not leave him but you don’t answer.

My Beetle💙: Eres tan dramatica! (You’re so dramatic) You know I just wnat the best for you… please baby text me back❤️

you ignored him. A few minutes later, your phone rings again.

My Beetle💙: I miss you bebe.

ignored again. At this point you were back home, lying on your bed. It got hot, really hot, but you had no AC nor a fan. Best idea you came up was to open your windows, wide. The air ran through your hair like a Disney princess singing a love song. Once more, your phone rings. This time you took a peak at the message.

My Beetle💙: Stop being for difficult for me. Don’t make me get you myself.

You didn’t think much into it. He has never physically hurt you. So you ignored it and went to sleep. What a mistake you made.

You next woke up to beeping and metal softly clashing to each other. Slowly opening your eyes, a head of dark blue and bright, glowing yellow eyes stared at you. You were about to scream for help but this figure covered your mouth and nose with a piece of cloth. You kicked its stomach, rolled out your bed, and ran straight for the door. Before could run out, you turned back around to glance at your bed. He disappeared from your view and nowhere to be seen

I can run now, you thought. You turned back to the door and POW. A punch directly to the face. You fell to the ground. You, knocked up, on the cold bare floor. Your vision was blurry but you felt two fingers pulled your eyelids down to close them. Before you were completely out, you felt yourself being dragged by foot off to somewhere.

Once you woke up and your vision was starting to clear up, it didn’t take you a long time to realize that you were tied up to a chair in an empty room. You tried breaking free but the ropes were too tight. You shouted,

“Help me! Someone please…” Foot steps slowly creeped behind you. That gradually got louder and louder, until they stopped. You felt a presence lean behind you. Then a tip of a knife was then placed right beside your lip.

“Nu uh. Don’t speak sweetheart, unless you want me to carve this pretty little mouth into pieces” This tender, chilling voice could only belong to one person.

“J-jaime!?” Before you knew it, your cheek to slashed. You didn’t scream but you cried. Cried like a little baby with blood oozing out of you and dripping on the floor. Jaime circled around you until you met your gaze. He lifted your chin.

“Let’s take a look at you, shall we?” He pulled out a white paper napkin and started to wipe the dripping blood from your cheek. “Isn’t that much better, mi amor?” Tears were flooding down your eyes. You had so many emotions packed up but you knew you couldn’t show them. The consequences may cost your life.

He whipped out another napkin and wiped your tears for you. “It’s okay pretty, you’re safe with me…” he wrapped your head around his arms and held you close to him.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Jaime lets go. The blood on your cheek stained on to his shirt. He bends down and kisses your wounded cheek.

“Well, my sweet girl didn’t want to listen to me. She didn’t understand how much I wanted to protect her. She insisted on talking to some other guy but me-“ you cut him off before he could finish.

“He’s your best friend! And I’ve known him longer than you did. I don’t know why-“ you tried to prove your point but he slapped you for cutting him off. Left a red handprint on your face.

“You need to learn how to be a good girl for me,” Jaime said in heartless tone. “So the two of us will just spend some quality’s time with each other. For a very long time.” He smirked when he saw you shake your head nonstop. He had the apprehend here. He had full control of you now. He pulled out a needle with some type of drug in it.

“Please Jaime, I’m sorry. I’ll never talk to any guy but you. Don’t do this, I love you.” You pleaded him to stop but he doesn’t. He slowly circled behind you. He brushed his fingertips starting with your head to your arms. He moved your hair aside and kissed your neck softly. You were so focused on this caring side of him, you failed to notice the fact that he was injecting that needle into your immune system. You got tired. Very tired. Your eyesight slowly blurred up as you fluttered eyes more frequently.

“You’ll be good as new when you wake up, I promise” was the last thing you heard from Jaime before it was all black. Last thing your own conscious heard and felt anything.

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talkaboutthatfilm · 1 year

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10.05.23~ Wednesday

WHY I LOVE ALMOST FAMOUS (2000) - A Film by Cameron Crowe-

I think it would be most appropriate if I debuted (if you will) talking about one of my favourite films, though that title shouldn’t have a hefty weight to it. I fell in love with this film a while back, in a moment where the soul craved an escape into a 70s rock scene, & it landed in the best place. Last year, I watched this film- & I wish it was an exaggeration- around 50 times. Whenever a pick me up was needed, I sought it out. Why? That’s what I’ll talk about now~

Where to start? The favourite thing is easily the music, all of it just fits into place. It is elevating, & gives you such a good taster for what that era had to offer, especially to someone who might not know a lot about the 70s but wants to learn- the soundtrack is highly recommended. For those of us who already know a bit, it was a nice toasty reminder of the best songs that fit into each mood of the film, & reminded you to just slip those songs back into your playlists. Easily, if the music doesn’t feel like your vibe, I feel like the film kind of slips away a bit, but stick with it! I think there is something highly beautiful about the characters that I’m going to leave you to discover, because tbh, I don’t want to talk about them all. However honourable mention to fringe guy (Ed) who spills his guts on the shaky plane, I got you babe, Sonny & Cher style. Also holy mother of fuck! The amount of just amazing actors in this film…where do I begin? Kate Hudson, Billy Crudup (he is also in another favourite of mine; 20th Century Women- maybe I’ll write about it; we won’t mention Alien Covenant…), Patrick Fugit (love his surname), Anna Paquin (honourable Trick ‘r Treat mention?), Zooey Deschanel (who’s that girl?), Jason Lee (I don’t have to mention his career), Philip Seymour Hoffman, Frances McDormand, bloody Jimmy Fallon, Fairuza Balk, Noah Taylor (submarine man), Rainn Wilson, Eric fucking Stonestreet just showing up outta nowhere, same as Nick Swardson (bowie!!!) & Susan Yeagley (you have a good day) just casually being there for 2 seconds. Ok I’ll stop geeking out for no reason, it’s just exciting!

I think I’m gonna just dive in. This film is special to me because of the way it changed me. I always daydreamed this idea of what I wanted to be like, & then I saw Penny Lane for the first time, & I watched in awe, because she is everything I’ve always wanted to be. & it made me realise that nothing is stopping me, I can be extroverted & talk to people. It doesn’t cost much to open yourself up like that, & to be honest her character isn’t perfect, she is flawed, but in the ways I am, which reminded me to be more gentle with myself, & also it puts everything into perspective. Penny is lonely, she is “surrounded” by people, but in reality none are there for her, she is there for everyone. When it comes to shedding this persona she has crafted, no one wants to hold the girl underneath it all, apart from William, who is the only person who genuinely loves her. She to others is a means of time-passing entertainment, while she?- a young girl who’s influenced, falls in love with everything, she is incredibly perceptive & though she acts tough, she gets heartbroken & falls apart like all girls do at 16, she was a victim of a power-play relationship; we could deepen on that, but at the moment I want it to be surface level, this was the 70s, & it was incredibly common & not spoken of, all hush hush. I think the most heart-breaking scene to me is her birthday scene, this is cut out & in the extended versions, but to sum up: it’s right before the ‘what kind of beer?’ scene, & the façade is coming to an end, everyone is getting ready for the next adventure, & Penny doesn’t know where else to go. She just assumed she’d be with Russel, & as she cuts more cake & asks anyone if they want any more, everyone starts quietening around her; she practically asks a void, then loses her voice, & the dawning reminder that she has to start leaving enters her mind. She half smiles through this whole realisation, but you can see her heart start to crack under it all. She was just a pawn in their game, they knew this, let her think otherwise, & it just reminds me of all those times of suddenly feeling like the place you knew so well wasn’t shaped for you anymore, & you start to outgrown it, or more, it starts to outgrow you, & you lose your footing. I think this scene changed my perception of Penny’s character for me a lot. Initially watching the film I star-gazingly watched her, but as I got older & paid attention to the small moments that valued a lot in her character, I realised her whole act is just that, an act. & there’s a frightened young girl who wants to also be just as loved as this Penny Lane, Lady Goodman, & she is the true person who is only ever shown to William. I do want to mention, I don’t think William or Russel is a fit for Penny, I think, though William’s love is more authentic, he is young, & regardless of if he realises, he won’t benefit her much. I do think he loved her for herself rather than what she could be for him like Russel does, but I think Penny needs someone who isn’t involved in all of that rock n roll life. Last thing to mention with Penny Lane naturally is her clothes, I’ve also purchased an afghan coat that I wear every winter, & it makes me live out my best Penny Lane dreams. But I’ve read a LOT about what the costume designer (Betsy Heimann) has said about how Penny Lane’s clothes were fashioned. & I read a lot about how the coat was more than a coat, it symbolises her ferocity & strength when it’s on, a shell, without it she is wearing not much material, she is bare, & that is the real Lady Goodman underneath it all. However I will say I love that the fur on the coat is actually an Urban Outfitters rug that has been dyed a ton. I wish I could have that coat…one day.

I think we have to talk about William, doy. I think I also relate to him a lot, I also think he & Penny are so much more similar than he realises, because she is living in the world he wants to, but she is just as much an outsider, it’s all about how you present yourselves in those environments. William is playing us, the audience, he goes through the same motions of awe & admiration at this incredible life that happens on the road, it’s jolly & warm in the beginning, he is excited to be a part of something at first, not realising he doesn’t fit in with their views of the world, as Lester Bangs states, he is ‘uncool’, which he feels (we could argue that then means as the audience that we too are uncool spectators of their lives just like him; important to consider that Cameron Crowe wrote the film basically about his life as a rock journalist, so his POV is our POV). What even does ‘cool’ mean to each & every person? Something different, I think it’s not such an argument to make about William’s coolness, but instead to consider what the rock n rollers think cool is, which is themselves, William is a dorky guy who does journalism & carrier a tape recorder around with a notebook glued to his palm. Things to consider guys. Aside from his outside not fitting in (maybe a mullet would fix it?) he also actively stands outside from what they are doing, because he is there to watch them, but you can feel that sense of wanting to be them by the way he looks at them. I think I like William’s character because I also think he goes through the different stages of being with musicians, it’s so cool at first, as Lester Bangs says, ‘they make you feel cool’ & like he is their friend, but he is not. & I appreciate his innocent & honest outlook on all of it, sometimes he kind of seems like the kind of person who is at the wrong place at the wrong time, he just is there as a stepping stone, then gets used up like Penny. I will be honest, I don’t know much to say about William now, maybe because I left it for a bit & came back so my train of thought on William has strayed. But also, he is 15, & so I don’t really know how to judge a character as much when they’re half-baked as people (not half-baked characters- 15 is just so young, you’re so unfinished). I rather just appreciate his views, & that he doesn’t let them corrupt his innocence as much, unless you account the band-aids all sharing the room with him…

I think without a doubt, the best & most overlooked character is Lester Bangs, he says some things that just always light up my perception of everything. He is an incredible character. We don’t know MUCH about him personally, though he is a big music connoisseur, so maybe that really is all he is. But the scene with him in the café with William (lol also at the ‘I don’t have time to sit around & talk to my many fans’), he says something I think, if anything is to be taken from this film, it is this line: ‘be honest & unmerciful’, go headstrong into the world, be soft when the moments call, but if you’re honest & open, then you’re doing something right (with moderation of course). I think so much could be said about this great film, & to be honest cutting it short to this feels unfinished, maybe I’ll add stuff on later as it goes on. But I think it’s something everyone should really watch when they need to be taken away. It’s an easy film to follow, & I think it will mean either too much to some people, or others won’t find it a necessary watch. Whatever floats your boat?

I highly doubt anyone will see this, I am writing to clear my mind which is always so full of words. I watch so many films all the time, & I love to talk about them. Having an open space to just call out into any abyss (which is better I know nothing about where this is going to) feels like conversation enough. I’ll maybe write more, but in reality I just need to push forward & see how I can articulate my words in a better format & way, but for now. Diary entry style should work for me. That’s all. Thanks spooky!

P.S. I am more of an avid horror film fan, but I can be diverse!

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not-quite-girl-nor-quite-boy · 2 years

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A/N- i had/have no idea what to do for wicked and i really just wrote down my thoughts as they came to me without much preperation just as a general warning. But i know alot of people are doing my babe rowena for 'wicked' and i love her so here we go!

Have fun<3

A/N part 2- I have decided to combine suptober day 4 and 5 (wicked+perfect dissaster) because a) they would both involve rowena anyway and b) because i need to catch up and while i can do alot of writing in a day 4 stories is too much. However, i might do one of these in November or just later on in general when i have less to do... So keep your peepers peeled.

Suptober day 4+5: Wicked + perfect disaster.

Rowena POV

"Hello my darlin' how can i help you?" The ginger witch said, her red curls bouncing in her ponytail as she walked over.

"You know how you can help me." The blonde started, "and you know why im here." She said pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Well of course i do love but i still have my manners. What do you want?" Rowena said. Her polite bubbly facade dropping.

"You to stop." She put simply. "Stop with all these perfect dissasters." She said pulling a thick book out of seemingly nowhere.

"Im afraid in simply cannot. Its alot of planning and it takes alot of energy but once i am finished, well it benifits me immensely. And besides by the time you've killed them like they're meant to be ive already gotten what i need." She paused as the librarian looking woman opened the book pulling out a page marker as a single tassle fell on the floor. "You dropped something." Rowena smiled. She looked down at the string looking up at rowena almost outraged. There was a full conversation happening between them existing solely in their eye contact. Eventually fate crouched down to pick it up tucking it back between the pages neatly.

"You are besmirching the charecter of the fates by impersinating our technique." She said snobbily. Rowena rolled her eyes at the self-superiority displayed in the statment.

"Yes i did draw inspiration from you darlings." She said in her charming voice thick with the full flurry of charm accompanying her scottish heritage.

"You cant act like us. Youre too wicked. Its a defamation of the name of the fates." She stated over dramatically.

"Where are your sisters anyway atropos?" She asked neglecting her feigned smile and glaring accusingly at the fake blonde.

"That hardly matters. Th-" she said quickly, getting cut off promptly by rowena.

"No this hardly matters. Otherwise you, the littlest of the little sisters, wouldnt be here all alone. They dont care. You will not put me off when you are inly here due to boredom and petty jelousy." She snapped.

"I dont need my sisters, i have the same autority as them, the same power as them." She said defensively.

"No you don't." Rowena stated knowingly. "You know it, and i know it. You arent the sam rank and you arent the same power, besides even if they were with you, it wouldnt stop me, it wouldnt frighten me. Nothing can." She stated fiddling with a coil come loose of its place in her hair. The fate looked at her like a spoilt child being told 'no' for the first time before promptly vanishing.

"Its always a good day to put someone in their place. Especially somone with such a superiority complex." She mumbled before returning to her buisness. "Maybe I'll give dean a call." She shrugged.

"This whole strategic killing thing reallybhad been working out well for her. And while usually she stuck with wicked in a more playfully mischevious way, this whole morally misguided method really worked in her favour.

A/N: Sorry this one is short but i had honest to god no idea what to do for this really. I mean it would always be rowena for wicked and probably be her for perfect dissaster but i was really fresh outta ideas for this one folks. Anyway. Hope you had fun <3

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the-ultimate-pie-family · 1 month

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Bass beat encounter with rave pie part 2

Bass knew the vampire hunters would of had to have to managed to get into town relatively unnoticed, otherwise the the pie family would have noticed them before they could do anything let alone a sneak attack so they would likely be kind of smart or at the very least have smart leaders

The day came around bass for how she would explain it,

I didn't really think much of it at the time, but I did see a few ponies acting weird on one of the streets. Blood started to think if he noticed stuff like that, but then bass said it was also near to where I lived. It looked like they were unloading boxes from a fancy looking wagon rave. I had an i dea who it might be, bass didn’t know what they were doing till she saw a weapon crate out of the apartment block. Bass aslo said there were a lot of tough looking ponies standing around like they were guarding something i didn't think of nothing of it so i just figured somepony was moving in and they had a lot of important stuff that they wanted to keep safe. Blood knew their leaders had to be there until 6 vampire hunters busted down the doors and walls bass, blood and rave heard attack rave get bass out of here tell the others as blood said that blood breathed holy fire at the vampire hunters burning them to a crisp didn't want to leave her dad but rave knows she has to keep bass safe so she grabbed bass running upstairs yelling brothers sisters grammy dad needs help but bass didn’t know what's happening but she knew she had to get rave safe rave and bass were outside of the back of the castle rave knew being out in the open isn't good then bass had a idea babe portal now please my apartment now rave summoned a portal grabbing bass jumping through closing the portal bass lite a lantern quickly up here babe rave followed bass but rave felt uncomfortable something horrible was gonna happen bass grabbed rave and they hid in basses attic babe why here? Rave asked curiously, and bass was scared not for her life but for raves life, then rave confronted bass holding her tight im here bass my sweet rave kissed her forehead everything will be ok love i promise but of nowhere vampire hunters dogs found them they fell out of the attic as one of the dogs went after rave and bass they didn't have time to react till blood teleported freezing time they heard blood say run they ran but was stopped by more hunters they didn't know what to do rave didn't have her sister to fuse till rave inner vampire came out attacking the vampire hunters their blood was splatted everywhere bass and blood were covered rave calming down walking to bass hugging her you ok bass bass knew she loved rave but she didn’t want a kiss good thing her dad stopped the kiss as blood teleported them to a lake you two clean up I'll stay guard just don't take to long please these hunters are everywhere bass got in the lake then rave did bass hugged rave tight kissing rave on her soft lips bass felt safe with rave but bass feeling were getting to her the lake water was like a hot spring making them relax a little then rave started to kiss bass neck trying to hold her back her lust bass covered her mouth rave? Rave stopped realizing what she was doing rave said sorry looking aways im sorry bass.... bass covered rave mouth shh there here they heard the hunters talking to their main leader but rave knew who the leader was but she didn’t know for sure babe we gotta go now then the the vampire hunters surrounded rave and bass bass said shit then rave upper cutted a hunter grabbing bass running for there lives then blood appsared stopping time but then the vampire hunters leader upper cutted blood then does a nerve pulse taps on most of bloods nerve disabling bloods magic rave heard her dad getting taken down she wanted to go back but she remembered theirs a time and a place to be a hero just not this time rave and bass ran till they reached the castle searching brothers? sisters? Grammy pie? Rave and bass walked deeper into the ruined castle, calling out to the family, then pennywise crawled out of some ruble. Ugh, he groaned you two. Help me, please pennywise started moving more of the ruble out of the way then bass and rave started helping they saw the whole family was here they started get one by one out when they were all out they hugged then they gather what was left for them then they went after blood but with a little help from there uncle surprise and his daughter

Mid pie: to be continued @umbra-draws

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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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Toko fukawa!

-selfshippery

Girlfriend Wife my beloved!! Thankyou very much!!

What made me like her

In DR1 she was a crush at most. I liked that she was an author, but she suffered from some poor writing back then. But I fell head over heels for her in UDG!! She's so cool, and her growth was amazing to see.

In canon, it was how reliable and tough she was. She never gave up, even when she was tired. It's admirable.

My favorite thing about her

She's so sharp! She acts harsh but she's really very sweet! She's reliable, and confident when she needs to be. She bickers and bullies as a love language. I can't pick just one she's so amazing!

Nicknames we have for eachother

Toko's not a nickname person, and honestly neither am I? I called her babe once and she collapsed instantly, asked if I was trying to kill her.

Sometimes I call her Fufu like Hiroko does just to mess with her though.

A headcanon of our relationship

Headcanon... headcanon... why's this one so vague augh...

Toko fell in love first, kind of. She gets crushes on people very easily, and I'm very overly affectionate and would just hug her and cheer for her and tell her I love her all the time. She fought with herself over this feeling for a while, after all she was still in love with Byakuya then, and she thought I was for sure gonna run away with Shirokuma or something.

My Favorite image of her

I'll pick one of Toko and one of Syo, because I love them both so much!

I love when they smile. So cute.

Anything Else!

I wanna talk about the confession here because it means so so so much to me.

UDG ending few scenes, I have Monoca (unconscious) on my back, we're at the base of Towa tower in a nearly empty city, those without wristbands were led safely through the underground passage Nagisa showed us before. Byakuya is attempting to contact Future Foundation to come get us.

I tell Toko I want to stay. I want to give the Warriors of Hope what they wanted, somewhere safe. If there's really a world ending event out there, there must be so many children who have nowhere to go. Nowhere safe. No parents to raise them. I want to make this place safe. I have the Monokuma controller, they won't kill unless I tell them to, so I can use them, safely, to clear the city and make a home safe for kids.

I wish her luck at Future Foundation, I hope they finally give her the credit she deserves. She stares silently for a moment, then huffs. She says I couldn't possibly build something like that and watch five brats all on my own. She says she wants to be with me, and Master Byakuya, together. I stare at her.

I ask if I can kiss her, she flinches, face beet red and oh so cute, but I wait. She stutters and stumbles out half questions of why. I wait. Avoiding eye contact she hums and messes with her hair, ringing her fingers. She finally answers, quick and harsh as she always is.

I kiss her.

#Toko #Thankyou for asking #TOKO MY BELOVED WIFEY!!!!!#Kiss her on the MOUTH #Raise so many children in our orphanage together!!!!#She's so bad with kids but she loves me so much #And I love her so so so much #Straight up stealing the 'I want to be with you and Master Byakyua' line from UDG I APOLOGIZE #But really my entire plot is just UDG but I don't let any of the kids die #And also Shirokuma doesn't blow up but he still breaks the big bang monokuma #Toko and I claim Towa city and slowly turn it into a safe place for kids during the most awful event in human history #Also none of the hitlist characters die because I say so #So Taichi is still around and he stays in Towa city as well to figure out how to remove the Monokuma heads #My UDG self insert really started because I simply would have saved the Warriors of Hope and become their dad #And then later I kiss Toko and she my wifey #I caught feelings for Shirokuma first incase you were wondering dgjdgjkdfjkg #Toko much like in DR1 was my second crush. Behind the bear.#I'm sorry Toko I love you so much I swear

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phantomenby · 2 years

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Batty boys part three

"Tha' names Paul, don't wear it out babe."

"Who the fuck are you?

David growled at that, you were his mate but that didn't mean you needed to disrespect them. He would have thought by now you would feel the pull of the bond that they felt, maybe while you were still human it was too weak. They would convince you to change soon if only you would calm the fuck down and let go of the damn curtain-

"Babe, c'mon just look into these sweet eyes of mine-" Paul was still half asleep, they weren't used to the daytime and it was obvious just how exhausted they were, "these baby blues got all the answers you need."

You didn't know why there were four strange men in your room, and you most definitely didn't like one of them calling you 'kitten' and another calling you 'babe'. Admittedly under nicer circumstances, you might have found yourself blushing as such attractive men flirted with you, but this wasn't a normal circumstance, men just didn't appear out of nowhere, especially in the place of tiny cute baby bats.

"Answer the question."

"Close the curtain and then we can talk-"

"No! For whatever reason you seem to hate the sun-" you paused as you spoke, your mind finally catching up to you. Holy shit. Taking in the facts, there were bats with you before and the men here now hated sunlight. Shit. Shit. Shit. "- you were the bats! Wait does that mean- Ah!"

You ducked as a book was thrown at you by the tall brunette man who was lurking at the shelf which faced your bed, grip faltering on the curtain slightly. David took the chance to lunge at you, finally free from the confines of the corner of the room you had trapped him in. He was too slow and you decided to move closer to the window, leaning on the ledge as you prepared to jump outside.

"You little-" David was tired of this, tired of everything, he wasn't known to be an early riser, and being up during a time his kind naturally slept through was making his head pound as it fought against the pull of sleep.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" You were closer to the corner opposite to him now, getting closer and closer to the shaded part the light from outside didn't reach. "Answer my question."

The four of them share a look, a silent conversation passing through their mind as they tried to be sensible about this. They could move fast enough to avoid the sun but they needed you to calm down before a neighbor decided to come round and discover what the ruckus was about.

Marko

Yea?

Get closer to the corner behind them, Dwayne and I will keep backing them into it. Got it?

The curly blonde boy's slight nod to his paler blonde friend wasn't missed by you and you felt your chest burn with anger, placing one hand on the ledge you began to lean out the window, preparing to slide out while they were distracting each other. David was fast though, his mind focusing on yours.

"Wait!" You paused, looking at him, noticing he was inching closer. The plan was working, you hadn't even noticed Marko sliding into place in the corner above you, holding onto the walls like a man possessed as his wide green eyes watched you carefully.

Raising a brow you waited for the man to continue, keeping a tight grip on the curtain and you watched the brunette go for another book, eyes flickering over to him in warning "don't you dare-"

Your words were cut short as your body was tackled to the ground, losing your grip on the curtain as the snowy blonde fell on top of you, keeping you both beneath the ledge as smoke rose from his form. He growled above you, the sun did hardly any damage but it still stung. The curly-headed blonde yanked the curtain close from above, narrowly avoiding burning himself in the process. Now your room was almost completely dark with just a slight glow coming from beyond the curtains.

"Well thank fuck for that," Paul sighed, flopping back onto the bed as he stretched out languidly like a cat, groaning as his spine popped. The other boys glared at him as he acted like they hadn't just narrowly escaped being burnt to a crisp.

David looked down to meet your eyes, his arms still wrapped around you, hand cradling your head to prevent it from hitting the floor. He stood up, pulling you with him and spinning your body so your back was to his chest, placing a cool hand over your mouth as you began to shout. It was cute really, his body dwarfing yours as you tried to escape his grip, he considered humoring you for a moment but thought better of it.

"David..." Dwayne was watching you, moving away from the shelf and coming to stand in front of the two of you. Marko was quick to follow after returning to the ground, chewing his thumb as he waited for his leader to speak.

"Now dear, be calm otherwise I'll have to restrain you," you stilled as he spoke, deciding to hear him out as your chest heaved in irritation, why was this guy so freaking strong- "good, we'll explain things in due course but first we need to know you'll be good for us- SHIT!"

He cried out as you bit down on his hand and threw your head back into his chin, his friend caught off guard didn't react fast enough to grab you as you ran into the hallway towards your front door. Just a little closer-

You slammed into something that was definitely not your door, looking up you met the dopey grin of the tallest blonde, his sharp pearly teeth bared at you as he laughed at your misfortune. Soon enough you were thrown over his shoulder and carried back to your bedroom, being thrown onto the bed like a ragdoll. Before you could try to get back up your arms were tied in front of you and your mouth covered by the same silky scarved you had used to warm the boys in their bat forms. The smallest one had you against his chest as the other stood around your bed.

"Safe to say they're a lot smarter than you thought, hmm David?"

"Shut up Paul"

The one you knew now as Paul. barked a laugh, rocking back and forth on his feet as he looked to his friend, the one you bit. He on the other hand was glaring at you with murderous intent, rubbing his injured hand. Technically you biting them was a good thing, but he would have much preferred a more intimate setting.

David leaned forward, pushing your legs towards your chest as he leaned towards you, keeping them from kicking him. His cold hand squeezed your neck in warning before moving up to hold your face still, "now you listen here kitten-" there was that damn name again.

"Keep quiet, the last thing we need is some dumb human coming and finding us. Though we are quite hungry." He leered at you as he gauged your reaction, your heartbeat picked up as his eyes flashed yellow at you, fangs extending slightly.

When you didn't speak further he patted your head, dragging his hand down your face and pinching your cheek, "good girl" he turned to the two that were still standing, instructing them to 'secure the house' like you were in some sort of survival movie.

Turning back to you his eyes raked over your form, "now you, sweet thing, are going to be good and go back to sleep. We'll talk when the sun goes down."

His hand grabbed your cheeks as he made sure your eyes were meeting his, muttering one final command "sleep, if you know what's good for you, sleep til I let you wake again."

Internally you were screaming, not knowing what was wrong with your body as the intense drowsiness came over you, within a minute you were being pulled into a deep slumber. The warmth surrounded you again, a final thought passing through your mind.

Well shit

When you woke you were alone, unable to move as you were pressed firmly beneath your covers, as you began to twist and free yourself from the cocoon you were placed in you heard someone clearing their throat from beside the window.

Stood leaning against the window sill was the one who put you to sleep, now you were more awake you could see him clearly in the moonlight as it glowed against his skin. You had never seen someone so pale before, even his snow-white hair practically blended into his luminescent flesh, the glow of his cigarette reflecting in his pale blue orbs.

"You gave us quite a bit of trouble there pup."

"W-what-"

"Oh? Have you forgotten already? My chin took quite the beating from that rock you call a head, I'd think you were made of stone if your cheeks weren't so soft-"

"Fuck you"

His eyes flashed orange for a moment, glowing in the darkness of the room before he turned his face away, trying to compose himself. After a moment he turned back to you, tossing the end of his cig into the grass beneath your window before stalking over to you, leaning over you with his arms caged on either side of your head.

"You listen here, brat. I'm the one in charge and until my friends come back you will answer any questions I ask, understood?" When you didn't respond he let out a low growl in his chest, wrapping his hand round the back of your neck, pulling you to meet his face.

"I said, do you understand?"

Refusing to answer him you turned your head away, biting your cheek and looking out the window.

He sighed, throwing you back onto the bed before resuming his original position, pulling out another smoke from a pack he had in the inner pocket of his coat. You wouldn't be a problem, not while they were with you, nothing you could do would hurt them. They had already sniffed through your house before letting you wake up, once his packmates returned they would inform you of your fate and that would be that.

"What do you want with me?"

Ignoring you he took another drag, thinking about making a trip to the twenty-four-seven convenience store on the way back to buy a new pack of his favorites. He didn't think he could deal with you and be deprived of nicotine at the same time, it was a good thing he was already dead otherwise his chainsmoking would have wiped him from the Earth long ago.

"Hey! You can't just ignore me!"

Wanna bet he thought, smirking slightly, it had just gone midnight and there would still be another hour before they returned, having not hunted for almost three days.

"-blondie! I'm talking to you ice princess!"

The glare he shot you was deadly, shutting you up instantly. If your hands hadn't still been tied up you would have put up a better fight as he stalked over to you, grabbing the bundled up scarf on your bedside table and shoving it into your mouth. It was coarse against your tongue but you didn't let it stop you, throwing muffled curses at him which only seemed to make him smile wider.

All he needed to hear was Paul's hollering to know they had returned, he was still in the same spot, listening to your breathing slow down as you tried not to fall back asleep. As soon as the door was pushed open and three more people entered your home you bolted up, using your free legs to push yourself against the headboard.

"Awee you should've said they were awake Davey, they were all cute snoozin' away." The tall blonde came towards you, perching at the end of the bed with his boots dirtying your soft carpet, the smaller one who held you still earlier claimed the space next to him choosing to watch you with his wide green eyes.

The last to enter was the towering brunette, his hair had become tussled from whatever the three of them had been doing together, he said nothing to you but rather stood behind the two grinning blondes with a stoic look on his face.

Deciding it would be best to keep quiet you stared back at them, glaring as best you could with your eyes half-closed from dozing off before they came. The urge to rub them was strong but you were prevented from doing so by the scarves wrapped around your wrists. Twice you had freed yourself from them, both times the pale boy by the window had redone the ties, making them tighter each time.

"We're you good, hmm Davey?"

"Don't call me that."

"Awh Davey wavey, you gonna start blushing in front of the babe?" Your eyes flickered between them, expecting for them to start roughhousing in front of you, instead, the two grinning idiots were sent a stern look and immediately stopped their teasing. Now their attention was on you, the last place you wanted it to be.

"So..." the tall blonde began to move towards you, long arms stretching out towards your form, seemingly undeterred by your kicking feet as he pulled you into his chest, "oh I see what you meant Marko, they fit perfectly."

He purred into your ear, bumping his nose against your jaw, one of his hands coming up to bury itself in your hair as the other pulled your arms towards him. With a deep breath against your skin he sighed into your ear, "oooh yeah, that's the good shit right there."

His smaller counterpart chuckled, joining his friend to lean into the other side of your neck, purring as your skin flushed under their touch.

"Boys." The brunette was your salvation, warning the two demons surrounding you as he noted their fangs elongating. "Let them go."

And they did, not without grumbling. The tall blonde still sat close to you as he kept his hand on your thighs and leaned against the headboard where you had been moments ago, leaving you to sit up a foot in front of him in order to avoid falling into his chest.

"Now, to business," the one that had been called 'Davey' had moved away from the window, glancing over to the clock by your bed to see it was nearing two AM, standing a foot from your bed as he addressed his friends and yourself. "You, dear thing, are ours."

He held up his hand as you moved to protest, sending a nod to Paul who reached to pull you against his back, placing his hand over your mouth in place of the scarf.

"Do you know who we are?"

You shook your head no. He grinned back at you, patting your cheek.

"Well now you do, I'm David and these are my friends." He didn't bother introducing them, but the one behind you whispered his name in your ear, making you tense up.

"And you are ours, we will let you be for now, but we will come back each night. It is in your best interest to keep quiet about this. And don't bother trying to run away, there is nowhere you can go that we won't be able to find you, and if you tell anyone we'll get rid of them.

Leaning forward he took ahold of your chin, "understood?" you didn't answer and so he made your head nod.

Moving back to the window, he spared one last look at you before swinging a leg outside and pulling the rest of his body with it.

The tall brunette followed next, turning to you and stating his name "Dwayne sweet cheeks" before pulling himself through, flashing his strong abdomen.

"I'm Marko kitten" you let out a small yelp once you looked back to realise the curly blonde boy had his face next to yours, giving your cheek a soft peck before jumping outside.

The one behind you slid out, gently placing you against the headboard before pressing a slow kiss against your lips and running his hand down your neck, "tha' names Paul, don't wear it out babe."

And then he too slipped out into the night, leaving you with your hands still bound.

#david tlb #tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys fic #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader #dwayne tlb #lost boys x oc #marko the lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #marko tlb

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threepointseven · 2 years

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Heya!! If it isn't too dark, could I request some headcanons of Venti, Xiao, Gorou, and Kaeya finding out that their s/o has been assassinated? (Only to find out later that they somehow survived and are looking for them?) Thanks!! :D

You get assassinated (but you actually survive)

Type-HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= venti x gn! Reader, xiao x gn! Reader, kaeya x gn! Reader, gorou x gn! Reader

Note🍀= im still tryinf to get used to writing for kaeya 😞😞 btw im on vacation right now so please forgive me if you request and you dont get an answer for like 4 days :((

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Venti

- When you got assassinated everything in his life fell apart. He was drinking practically 24/7 and he stopped being his usual cheery self

- Not even a free drink from the tavern could cheer him up

- He had nightmares everynight, each one more horrifying than the last

- A nightmare of the moment you were stabbed through your chest by the unkown figure

“Its all your fault venti” “its your fault their dead barbatos”

- the voices ran through his head, you never actually said it was his fault but his mind kept drowning him in guilt

- He missed you everyday but still tried to keep his head up but whenever he heard people gossip about how your body hasnt been found yet he broke down.

- Little did he know you were actually fine! You somehow survived and got healed, so now here you were weakly walking to his home, squeezing the bandaged up wound on your chest

“V-venti..?”

That voice. He knows who that is. He’s not imagining it right?!

“Y/N?!”

- when he saw you tears flowed down his cheeks as he tackles you into the tightest hug youve ever been in

“A-ah- careful your gonna squeeze me to death-!”

- he cried on your shoulder hugging and babbling till night where you explained everything

- Safe to say he never let you out of his sigh for like a month

Xiao

- when you got assassinated he stopped acting like a human completely, claiming his emotions were a burden and hid them away once you disappeared

- You are his absolute world and he forced himself to bury those emotions deep inside of him until he could meet you again

- No one was able to comfort him, he promised to protect you. He promised to give his life for you but when you called his name he was too late.

- While he was busy confused as to why he cries everytime he hears your name you were limping your way to Liyue, healing your right arm and stomach which had extremely deep gashes from the assassin

“X-xiao!”

- the sound of your voice stunned him as he was in the middle of killing off a few ruin guards

- His attention straight away aas put on that familiar voice and he appeared right by your side on the verge of tears, frowning yet relieved

“Y/n….”

“Surprise!”

- you laughed awkwardly before he pounced on you, burying himself into your shoulder and just not letting go

- He isnt letting go of you till you promise to explain and promise to give him cuddles for like 3 hours straight 😡😡

Gorou

- your assassin was a fellow who supported the vision hunt decree, and your boyfriend being an anti was getting on their nerves so they killed the best thing thats ever happened in gorou’s entire life

- When he saw you get killed in your own home he dropped everything to try and help you but before he knew it the assassin took your body

- His enthusiasm dropped, not kokomi nor kazuha could cheer the fox up

- No amount of teasing could ever help him get out of that state of mourning

- They hasnt found your body yet but the poor general made a shrine for you, your polaroid pictures around the area and it was painted with your favorite flowers.

- He went there everyday crying and sobbing at your pictures

- Life in war had gone back how it used to be before you, you made life colorful, but now it was back to black and white.

- When he first saw you limping over to him in the middle of nowhere on watatsumi island he thought he was dreaming

“gorou! Miss me babe?”

“Y/N?!?!”

- he shouted with tears forming at the edge of his eyes and he ran to your limping figure

- He pushed you down onto the soft grass with a passionate kiss. Crying into your chest and staining your shirt

“There there..”

- he drooled and cried onto your shirt and when you came home you bet your ass all your gonna be doing is hugging him☹️☹️

Kaeya

- the assassin was after kaeya, they happened to make the slightest mistake and the sword ended up going through your chest instead of the oh so charming Calvary captain

- After you supposedly died and your body disappeared kaeya simply stopped being kaeya.

- His flirts were no longer apart of his personality and he became strict and kept to himself. He became more like diluc in a way.

- He drowned himself in work and refused to meet up with anyone saying being a calvary captain was hard work. But really even after all that work he does to keep him busy he ends up unconsciously walking to your house and sleeping in it. He spent most of his nights in your house more than his.

- He would never tell a soul but the amount of times hes broken down at the sound of your name..

- When he saw you alive and well he was simply doing work in his office and you asked the others to keep you a secret for your little surprise

“Kaeya!”

Your voice bursted out as soon as you open your door and gave your boyfriend a small jump and he looked at you in disbelief

“Hope you didnt miss me too much!”

A small tear suddenly ran down his right cheek

“Welcome back darling..”

He didnt care if it was his imagination or a dream of some sort. As long he got to see your smiling healthy face, he wouldnt ask for more.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #genshin venti x reader #venti x you #venti x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x gender neutral reader #kaeya x reader #genshin gorou x reader #gorou x reader #gorou x you #genshin xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years

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The one with Ethan’s suggestion

Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?

Content | smut with a bit of fluff

Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3138

Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans

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"You did not just ask me that."

Ethan didn't even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float. “Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”

“Get laid by me?!”

“Who else?” Victoria laughed. “It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”

You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.

“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”

You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.

“Thomas!” You shouted over at him. “Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”

“Fucking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness? “He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”

“See?” Ethan interjected. “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea!”

“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. "If you change your mind, I'm available."

And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren't going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan's suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.

***

Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn't because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn't know what it was but you knew you didn't like it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.

"And what is up with you?" You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.

"I have a date!" Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. "Her name's Paula, she's on holiday here and we're going to go out for wine."

"Just wine?"

"Well, I'm gonna say, don't expect me back here tonight." She couldn't stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.

"I miss dates," you mused. "Or maybe - I don't know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone."

"You really need to get laid, babe."

"Who needs to get laid?" Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.

"Y/n," Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn't even catch your eye.

"So does Ethan! You guys should fuck."

"Not you too," you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?

"Huh?" Damiano sounded surprised but you didn't put it past him to simply put on a good act.

"Ethan asked her to hook up the other day."

"No way!" Damiano exclaimed. "He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?"

"Yup, and she shot him down," Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn't shake the feeling they knew something you didn't.

"Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you've both got the house to yourselves tonight." Damiano's eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn't bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.

"Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?"

You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You'd survive. Easily. You'd read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn't even have to spend time with him. Right?

"Going out with my girlfriend, she's in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he's already left" Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. "So, if there's anything you want to do, do it tonight."

***

So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.

You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn't mind.

The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and fuck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.

You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren't alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.

Ethan's back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-

Oh.

In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.

You told yourself 'fuck it' - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan's face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.

If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.

His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.

"Spiacente," he murmured, although he didn't look all that sorry. "I couldn't help myself. I can get them sewn back-"

"Ethan, stop talking and start fucking me."

Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.

You couldn't stop staring at him. Ethan's beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.

He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you'd bend to his every wish.

Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.

At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.

Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.

With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.

"I'm not going to be able to take much more, Ethan," you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. "So if you wanna fuck me, I suggest you get a move on."

He didn't need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his cock moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn't been so turned on.

Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn't even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his cock and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.

"I don't think you need any more help from me down there," you giggled.

"With you lying under me like this, I sure don't."

Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.

You knew you weren't going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your clit once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.

He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.

"So, did it live up to your expectation?" You couldn't help but giggle as you posed the question. "Getting laid again after such a long time?"

Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn't expected such softness.

"It wasn't actually about getting laid, you know."

"Huh?"

"It was about you."

"Okay, you've lost me now," you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. "What are you talking about?"

"I... I've liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed."

Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, cocktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn't paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.

"Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?" You couldn't keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.

"It was Vic's idea." He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your..."

"Pants?"

"Heart, actually."

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.

"Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn't it?" You stroked over his head lovingly. "And I'm sure not letting you go any time soon."

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legendaryoikawa · 4 years

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haikyuu boys and your moments with them

note: female reader insert

warnings: tooth rooting fluff, slightly nsfw, mentions of alcohol, some grammar issues because I didn’t proofread this, sorry 😔

starring: bokuto, semi, matsukawa, tsukishima, sakusa, kageyama and goshiki

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bokuto kotaro: unplanned dates + things he do for you

“hey hey hey babe”

“why?”

“let’s go on a date, i miss u”

The little moments with bokuto is something that you will never forget. Those unplanned dates with just him in his sweats and unruly hair. Those date with him at the park with just him lying on your lap, admiring your face with a cheeky smile painting his lips. Or the way his hands playfully trace small circles on your lap playfully.

Those moments with him that’ll make you neglect your schoolworks in an instant because he pulled out a shenanigan on you (with the help of akaashi, so it’ll look convincing that bokuto is really in pain, but surprise bitch, it’s a prank) but truth is he just want to see your face because volleyball has consumed his time. And you’ll just smack him off for scaring you but he’d just kiss you in return. Kisses that are too strong with passion and desire. He gives more to the point you would be drowning with his passionate spirit.

You love it when he does this small thing where he tugs your stray away hair behind your ear. You always ask him why, but instead of answering your inquiry, he’ll just pull out a bouquet of handpicked flowers from the park and will hand to you.

“You ask why? Is it wrong to admire how absolutely stunning you are?”

sjDJHDBJSB DEAD

semi eita: when he invited you to a nearby gig

beautiful boy invited you and you thought you were just dreaming so he flicked you on your forehead 🥰💀

One thing that you should be taking with you especially when you’re going for a gig is a fucking jacket. Regardless of the event being indoors or outdoors, a fucking jacket is a must.

But you might be someone who lives under the rocks and decided to wear a full glam without taking a jacket to warm you off.

Yet, the night is already starting. Night sky is deep with velvety clouds and twinkling stars. Going back would be such a pain and Semi might be annoyed if you’d pull out a grand entrance because you’re so late. Heaving a sigh, you pulled over the venue where the gig is at. You saw him at the entrance with his signature grey hair styled perfectly and his hands stuffed into his jeans.

He gave you a quick look. “Hey.”

You let out a breath, “hey.”

You noticed that there were no people. No noise. Hell, there weren’t a gig to start with. “Semi?”

“I know. But this is the only thing i could pull of just so i could ask you on a date.”

sakusa kiyoomi: when you know you both share mutual feelings but there is something holding both of you back

you and sakusa both know you share some deep seated feeling towards each other yet neither both of you decided to talk about it.

you fell hard for him even more when you were dead shit drunk (yet, you are still aware of everything around you, however you have the guts to act carelessly even around sakusa) and you decided to tease him by sitting on his lap, when you barged into his dorm room after going hom from a sorrority party.

It really took him by surprise at how vulgar you are with your words. How straightforward you were around him. When in reality when you’re sober, you’d never dare to talk to him, let alone straddling on his lap. Or the way you look at him slowly beneath your lashes. No matter how hard sakusa tries to shut his thoughts, but he wishes to see more of this side of you.

He could smell the reek of alcohol on your breath yet he made no complains whatsoever because it’s you. It’s fucking you. And, he’ll never throw a fit even if it disturbs his personal confort zone, because it’s you that we are talking about here. And, you are in a state of vulnerability because of alcohol, now isn’t a time for him to be a brat about hygiene or whatever.

You whispered, “why are you such a stone, sakusa?”

He didn’t quite understand what you meant by that, but he chose to shut up and stare at your deep, tired eyes. Those eyes that captivated him. Those eyes of yours that he wishes to stare more at.

“I like you so much,” you slurred. “You and your bitchiness about people around you. Y-you..” you paused, shifting yourself comfortably on his lap while you gripped on his shoulders.

Sakusa could hear his own frantic heartbeat. Did you really mean it? But he knows, every shit that a drunk says, is nothing but the truth.

“I l-like you l, ya know that?” You grinned and tumbled but sakusa was fast enough to hold you on you waist. He burried his face onto the crook of you neck and whispered but loud enough for you to hear, “i like you too, but you’re disgusting right now.”

The next day was a beautiful disaster. With him and you in bed.

tsukishima kei: a study date with him at the library

having kei as your tutor could be really cold but what choice do you have?

Kei isn’t the type to sugarcoat things just because he wanted to be the type to give sympathy. But no. He will lash out if your essay is shit and he’ll even rub it onto your face that your choice of words aren’t passing his high standards. Not even a bit. That is how Kei is.

Yet, he knows when to stop with his venomous words. Especially when he knows you were having a bad day and so he decided to act more docile so he wouldn’t hurt more of your feelings.

Study dates with him isn’t too romantic because he prioritizes both of your academic success. But there will be time where he will let you snuggle close to him when the library’s air condition is making you cold. Or when he lets you doodle little dinosaurs on his forearms while he watches you under his stern, golden eyes.

“Why do you keep on playing with my hair? You should be studying your biology, dumbo.” He isn’t annoyed. In fact, he doesn’t want you to stop, he’s just too tsundere to admit.

But you know it well that he loves it so you play with his locks even more while leaning over to place a chaste peck on his cheeks.

Kei flipped his book and whispered. “Why do I love a fucking goner?”

kenma kozume: when he immediately hugged you after his stream

Kenma isn’t the type to be suave with words. But he expresses his affection through action because according to kuroo, that is much more cool.

He just finished a stream and gave away his honest review on how this palace dungeon game is. But is didn’t fazed him at all. In fact, he didn’t liked the graphics at all. A solid five for gamer!kenma

What made him scared is that it is already eleven in the evening yet you were nowhere to be found.

But his anxiousness subsided when he heard the familiar clanking of the front bell. And there you stood at the door, looking gloomy and kenma made sure to act up immediately.

It took you by surprise when he stood up from his seat and immediately wrapped you around his body. The familiar whiff of his cologne mixed with his warmth. This is more than you asked for.

kuroo tetsurou: when he makes fun of you because he likes you so much

King of provocation and chemistry nerd kuroo always love to mess up with you. And you can’t find a way to get to him back or?

“You know what?” Kuroo began.

You raised a brow, “what?”

“You’re small.”

“You’re just tall, Kuroo. Now,” you raised a pencil towards his direction, “leave me alone.”

Kuroo clicked his tongue. Now is the time for him to continue on further to pester you. He isn’t being a jerk though, but he just finds it cute especially when you get agitated with just him and his presence. The way your fist curling and he can’t help but to admire your annoyed face. You’re so damn cute but you just don’t even notice the notable fucking obvious.

Kuroo decided to play with your hair but you had other things in mind. To get back at him just for him to get a taste of his own medicine.

You exerted a lot of effort to pull his collar down just to match you eye level with his. You smiled, “is it just playing with my hair that you could pull off, kuroo?”

You’re donw with him concealing his feeling because he has no guts to come up to you. So you did him a favor. Something that’ll distract him for the rest of his day.

matsukawa issei: 3am dance with him

You were washing the dishes at night when you felt two strong arms encircling your waist.

“Hey.”

Matsukawa’s arms encircled your waist as you washed the dishes one Thursday night. The way he hummed the familiar tune of ‘close to you’ while swaing both of your bodies gracefully. You missed him, especially his familiar scent that smelled like home.

He shuffled his feet so he could have more grasp on the hem of your shirt. His thumb caressed the soft skin that showed from his hold.

You grabbed the sponge and lathered it with soap as Matsukawa clinged onto you. It was a peaceful night, with him on your side, the splashing of water and the sound of his lips kissing the crook of your neck.

You smiled as his kisses grow more playful. But Matsukawa wanted to see your face and so he twirled you so he could plant a kiss onto your lips.

You grinned. “Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here Mister Matsukawa.”

He gave you a cheeky smile back, “well, well, well, too, it was a pleasure seeing your beautiful face, Mrs. Matsukawa.”

You decided to play along with him as he swayed both of your bodies in a slow dance. “I doubt. You have plenty of companions at work, right?”

“Oh please. Among all that I’ve seen, i will always choose you.”

kageyama tobio: late night dates with him at the downtown convenience store

He would act like he just wanted milk but truth is, he wanted you more than the milk he’s addicted to.

“You’re such a dumbass, y/n.” Kageyama scolded when you tripped on your feet but good thing he was there to catch you. He resisted the urge to smile as you gave him a cheeky smile and brushed off the incident like it didn’t cut your self esteem. Humiliation? You don’t know her.

You immediately plopped onto the familiar stool of the convinience store after you grabbed ome of your favorite sponge cakes.

“Stop eating the poor cake like there is no tommorow, baka”

You made a face. “Call me a glutton, but these are the best among all sponge cake made.”

Kageyama raised a brow. Confused, he leaned in but you raised the empty container to his face. You suppresed a laugh, “Told you, I’m a glutton.”

He frowned. “I really don’t need to take a bite of that cake just to have a taste.”

“Wha—?”

He kissed you. And you were right. The sponge cakes were tasty.

goshiki tsutomo: walking home with him from the late academy

Nothing’s more enjoyable than having goshiki’s presence with you after going home from a hellish class from the academy.

“I am the future ace! You heard that, y/n?” Goshiki proudly yelled while both of you were walking home from the supplemental classes. You tried to match his energy. Yet, no matter how hard you try, you were just too drained to yell with him.

Goshiki had managed to read you even when you didn’t said it to his face. No words were needed because he knows you well like you were his very own diary. He pulled you by your cardigan to enclose you in his lean body.

He heard him whisper as he burried his nose on your hair. “You can always rely on me, idiot. If you’re tired, then tell me so i could somehow make you happy.”

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harlowsbby · 2 years

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Overwhelmed

Jack was pissed with himself he felt like a failure but mistakes happen but Jack was always hard on himself especially when it came to his career he wanted what was best for his fans.

Jack was suppose to be releasing a new single in about 3 days but he was nowhere near ready and the project wasn’t gonna be done in 3 days there was still so much that needed to be done on the song and Neelam wasn’t making it any better.

Neelam was constantly on Jack about it and so was everyone else in Private Garden because Jack represented them and he didn’t want them to well fuck it up.

Once Jack got home you heard the door open and shut and you hopped off the counter quickly excited to see Jack. When you got around the corner you had the biggest smile on your face but it fell when you saw the look on Jack’s face. He had the biggest frown on his face and tears threatening to fall form his eyes and his lip quivered.

“Baby are you okay ?“ you whispered walking over to him.

That’s when Jack totally broke down and the tears started flowing out like a river you quickly walked to him pulling him into you and guiding him to the couch where you placed his head into your lap cooing at Jack and running your fingers through his curls.

“It’s okay bubs it’s okay.” You said shushing Jack it hurt your heart seeing him like this you just wanted to take his pain away.

“I’m sorry mamas I shouldn’t be crying like this.” Jack sobbed and you rolled your eyes you hated when Jack tried to act so hard everyday he was a person with feelings not some robot.

“What’s going on Jack?” You stated cuddling into his side. Jack signed but told you what was up.

“It’s just Neelam and everyone I’ve been going through so much baby I wasn’t able to get the song ready in time that was suppose to be out in 3 days and now I feel like I’m just failing my fans and everyone else and it’s too much.” Jack stated voice shaking as he talked.

“Jack baby you can only do so much you overwork yourself Jack. You’ve came so far already stop putting so much on yourself Jack dammit you’re only human you can only do so much.” You said voice rising a little bit as you spoke. Jack nodded believing you at the end of the day everyone made mistakes but Jack knew the one mistake he never made was making you his.

“I know mamas it’s just hard.” Jack said pecking your lips.

“It’s okay Jack everything will work out babe.” You said returning the kiss.

That night you ordered yours and Jack’s favorite Chinese food and watched movies all night while wearing matching pajamas

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unloved-cadillac · 3 years

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Hi! Can you do a headcanon of q and chuuyas s/o both sleeping together and reading books?? Like q feels safe with them and then found out that chuuyas s/o is in coma and tries to find her?? Sorry fi confusing English not first language. Ty and take care

C/n: your English is beautiful, babe. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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HCs on Chuuya’s s/o Acting like Mom with Q.

When you and Chuuya got together and made you relationship official, Q was absolutely delighted.

The kid already loved you and just seeing you around made their day.

Since Q was dangerous, Chuuya had warned you about them. But when you laughed and shook your head Chuuya was like “huh?”

“Yumeno is a sweetheart. I read to them every night. They’re still a child, Chuu.”

Chuuya didn’t believe this until he saw you sitting in the main lounge with Q on your lap and a book. You made funny voices and Q laughed at every one.

It made Chuuya so happy to see that. It made him have baby fever.

There was even a time where you would bring Q to Chuuya’s office to relax while he did work and you both always fell asleep on the couch with Q holding you tightly.

Q even told Chuuya that they wanted to come on missions with you because they want to protect you. But Chuuya had to say no to the kid since Dazai couldn’t cancel their ability.

One day, you didn’t show up for story time. And it worried Q. They knew that you went for a mission and now it just made them worry more.

Q searched everywhere on base but you and Chuuya were nowhere. They asked Akutagawa to which he replied, “Y/n is in hospital. She got knocked out.”

They ran. Ran and ran until they came to the hospital you were in. They snuck around corners and found out where you were.

They entered the room and saw Chuuya sitting on the side of the bed, holding your hand.

“Chuuya?” They called and he lifted his head up. “Q? Kid what are you doing here?”

“I came here for Y/n. Is she okay? What happened?” Q’s voice was faltering. He was going to cry.

“Come here.” Chuuya says and Q sits on his lap. “She’s in a deep sleep. But she’ll be okay. Nothing bad. Do you want to hold her hand?” He asks and Q nods. He sat on the bed and held your hand. “I’m here for you, Y/n. Please wake up. I won’t misbehave anymore. I promise. Just wake up.”

Chuuya smiled at the child and ruffled their hair.

A week later you woke up and the first Torreón to greet you was Q. He was so worried and didn’t leave you alone. Chuuya couldn’t feel too jealous, the kid didn’t have any family apart from a high-risk gang.

Q loves you and they makes sure that you have your medicine and sleep properly. You asked Chuuya about it and all he said was:

“The kid missed you. You’re his family.”

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“You drive me crazy.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

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twinklelilstarkey · 3 years

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Cuddles - Mathew Barzal

Words: 2.7k+

Type: Fluff

Summary: Every time Mat comes back from a roadie, he becomes the clingiest person known to Earth, which means that he will do absolutely anything to get your attention and his god damn cuddles.

Warnings: PDA - just Mat being really touchy and stuff. There isn’t a mention on reader’s gender.

Mathew is not really the type of person that constantly seeks affection. He just likes his own space from time to time. Especially outside of the house, he’ll hold your hand but he’s not one to hug you out of nowhere, unlike some couples in your friend group.

But, that is only when he hasn’t been away from you for some time. If, for example, you two go spend the holidays with your families (separated), Mathew is not leaving your side when you’re back together. He absolutely will not let you go to do anything.

So you better take the week off work, every time, you got a man to cuddle.

And now that you two have been dating for a longer time, officially living under the same roof and doing everything like a whole married couple, Mathew’s seeking for affection after being away is through the roof. Like, he’s out for 2 weeks for a roadie, expect that men to hug you by the bus and never let go of you until you need to pee.

You believe that it might be because he now gets so used to seeing you everywhere in the house that when he leaves, he has that silence and that person missing.

Yet, still, you never, in a million years, expected him to take his hugs so seriously.

And that is exactly what’s happening right now. He went out for a long roadie, which he can’t complain much because the Islanders won a lot and he had a great time with his friends, but, god damn it, he hated that he had to spend such a long time away from you and just staring at you through a screen.

He came back home late at night, around 4 in the morning, and even though you two felt exhausted - and you were half asleep - he still hugged you and stayed with his arms around you for a good 5 minutes. That is even without closing the front door when he came in.

And when you did reach the bed, you two fell asleep in just a few seconds.

You were able to wake up, naturally, early and Mathew looked so peaceful when you woke up that you tried your best not to move too much and wake him on accident. That man needs rest, and you seriously can’t take that away from him.

So, you used your silent Sunday morning to the best of your ability, did a lengthy morning routine, just to have that moment with yourself in calm days: take a long relaxing shower, and even do a mask and test new products on your face.

You’re honestly living your best life.

And even after those good 40-50 minutes in the bathroom, Mathew is still asleep when you walk out.

So, you decide to go have breakfast and probably, just if you’re feeling like it, clean the apartment - an activity you’ve been hesitating to do for days, but, sooner or later, you do have to do it.

And you, like the brave soul that you are, started working on it as soon as you can. Literally downed your coffee like a shot, ate a granola bar, and cleaning you went.

The living room and bathrooms were fairly easy and quick, but as soon as you started with the kitchen, a wild sleepy Mathew makes an appearance.

“Morning.” You say with a smile.

With his eyes still half-closed yet a grin on his face, Mathew walks over to you, slowly starting to open his arms. You put down the rag onto the counter and meet him halfway to wrap your arms around his torso. His arms wrap around your shoulders and squeeze you close.

He leans his cheek onto your head and you close your eyes, feeling and enjoying Mathew’s warmth through the thin shirt you’re wearing.

“How did you sleep?” You ask him.

“Good. I was so tired.” He says while letting out a sigh.

You squeeze him one time and move your head back to stare up at him. He looks down to meet your gaze and gives you a quick kiss, almost as if he’s stealing one.

“What do you want to do today?” He asks you, and you can’t help but hold in a cringe.

“I don’t know if we can do anything exciting today.” You tell him slowly.

“Why?” He asks with a confused frown.

“I have a lot to do today.” You start, “I have to finish cleaning the house, probably go grocery shopping and do my meals for the week.”

A loud and long groan leaves Matthew’s mouth as he throws his head back dramatically and you unwrap your arms from around him to hold his sides.

“I’m sorry.” You try to make it better with a soft tone. “Were you planning on doing anything?”

He brings his head back up and shakes his head.

“Just wanted to spend time with you.” He says before pulling you into a hug again, “And cuddle.” He says against your neck.

You wrap your arms around him again and run your hand up and down his back comfortingly.

“I’m still going to be at home. I just won’t be able to cuddle until I’m done with everything.” You tell him and he sighs dramatically. “You can always help me? So I’m done with all of this quicker.”

Mathew stays silent, still snuggled into your neck, and doesn’t even move a muscle.

Accepting his silence as an answer of ‘no, thank you’ or even ‘let me wake up first and I’ll answer you’, you try to move away from him, laying your hands by his sides again and pushing him away ever so slightly. But, right as Mathew feels the pressure of you pulling him away, he stops you by squeezing you a bit closer.

“Nooo.” He whines, making you laugh, “Just a few more seconds.”

(...)

Mathew, surprisingly, after his long morning shower and eating his breakfast (over the table you just cleaned), actually offered to help. He ignored your surprised look, looked at you, and just asked “what do you need me to do?”.

And off Mat went to clean your room and make the bed. You just finished off with the kitchen and swept some floors, and, honestly, you don’t think you’ve ever got everything done so quickly.

With Mathew still in the bedroom, you decide to start working on the list of groceries. Opening every cabinet and the fridge multiple times, you typed into your phone’s notes what is missing and what you’ll eventually need in a space of a few hours after cooking.

While deep into your task, you don’t notice Mat coming back from the bedroom with the full dirty laundry basket - mostly because he just emptied his travel bag and just changed the sheets. He walks through the kitchen to the laundry room and yet you don’t blink an eye in his direction.

You are so focused that Mat is starting to think that someone could rob the apartment, right now, and you wouldn’t even notice them.

When the laundry is separated and some of it is already on the machine, which is already on, Mat walks back out to the kitchen and notices you typing on your phone.

“Do you want to go to get the food before lunch?” He asks you, in hopes you would answer him.

You just nod, while scrolling through the list to see if you didn’t repeat anything.

Mat stares at you for a bit, taking a second or two to admire you - something he was unable to do for a good few days. He takes a few steps closer, almost as if testing the waters, and stands right beside you.

He acts as if he’s checking the list you’re writing, and leans in close to you. You, still in your own world, pay him no mind and continue to type and check at least 3 times in the row if anything is missing on the list.

His arms sneakily wrap around your hips and he pulls you closer to him to the point of completely having you against him. He lays a kiss on the side of your head and looks down at your phone again, not wanting to disrupt you too much.

Your vacant hand lays over his arm, caressing it unconsciously as you delete a few words and type some new ones.

“Want to go to the store with me?” You ask him.

You look up at him as Mat doesn’t say anything and when your eyes meet, he gives you a quick nod. You smile at him and he kisses your cheek.

(...)

“You know...” You start while looking at the shelves down the aisle, “You’re making it really hard to walk, babe.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that.”

You laugh at Mat and he smiles against your shoulder. He has been doing this every time the aisle you’re walking down is empty - which is almost every aisle. He has his arms around your waist and is holding you from behind close to him while you try to walk with the shopping cart right in front of you.

You don’t even know how many times you’ve tripped over each other’s feet, but Mat doesn’t seem to mind it at all.

You look down at your list and delete the name of another item as you throw it inside the cart.

“You look really beautiful today.” Mat says against your ear before pressing a kiss over the side of your head.

You look over at him and he leans his head back to look at you better, as well. A small grin lifts off the corners of your lips and he smiles before giving you a kiss.

As you two pull away, you turn your attention back to the aisle in front of you.

“Good to know I just look like that today.” You say to him in the most serious tone ever.

Mat giggles at your words beside your ear and soon your serious act lifts off. In your defense, it’s hard to do so when he’s that close to your ear, giggling his sanity away.

“You know what I mean.” He says while poking your side.

“You’re lucky I do.”

He smiles brightly and goes back to leaning his head over your shoulder. Good thing for him, the store is almost empty, so he can do that for most of the time you’re here.

You stop the cart once more and start, with the best of your ability, putting the things you need from the shelves into the center of the cart.

Soft humming is heard a few meters behind you, yet both you and Mat seem to ignore it. An old lady, with a little basket on her hand, walks down the aisle innocently, looking through the products on the shelves, and as she studies all the varieties, her eyes land on you.

Her view is quite interesting. You’re looking down at your phone, lifting your gaze to squint at what’s in front of you - what she assumes is the signs about each aisle - and a man, Mat, is with his dark hair mostly covered by his hoodie, even though some strands are falling to his forehead, hugging you close to him while peeking down at your phone.

If she wasn’t such a romantic person, she would’ve thought about and probably criticized - in her mind - how clingy you both looked. Yet she’s not one to turn her nose in disgust at such things, quite the opposite. She’s the one that smiles upon seeing them.

“Mat, can you pass me that bag?” She hears you ask the boy while giving him a pat on the head to get his attention.

He doesn’t verbally answer, but, right away, he stands upright and reaches up for the bag your pointing at the top of the shelves.

“Wait- Not that one.” You told him.

“Why not?” He frowns in confusion.

“It doesn’t look good.”

He gives you a look as if you’re going crazy and grabs your wished bag of sugar while listening to you giggle at his annoyance. When the bag reaches the center of the cart, he goes back to behind you and goes back to his warm, kind of, hiding place.

And that’s when the lady decides to not stare for much longer, in hopes she wouldn’t spook anyone, and walks away to continue her shopping.

You, without even blinking at Mat’s actions, start moving forward out of the aisle and onto the next one. And that’s when your eyes land on the lady, who is walking by you now, at a way faster pace - you got to blame Mat for that one; you swear that a sloth moves faster than you two.

(...)

“Are you done, now?” Mat asks for probably the 100th time in the past hour.

You put down the rinsed pan on the washing machine and finally look back at Mat while closing it.

“Yes.”

“Really?” He asks with widened eyes, “Or are you joking?”

“I’m 100% serious.”

Mathew stands from the high chair of the island and walks over to you right away. He grabs onto your hand and starts pulling you towards the living room and couch, finally going after what he has been wishing all day long. His god damn cuddles.

You have been cooking for the past hour and some more minutes for your meals to eat during the week for work - a habit you’ve started having for a few months and can’t seem to not do it when there’s a big week incoming.

In other words, the restaurants around your work aren’t that great, you’re tired of sandwiches and you’ve been finding yourself too tired during the week to do lunch in the morning or on the night before. So, meal prepping, it is.

You and Mathew walk into the living room and he’s quick to snatch the largest blanket you had just folded this morning. He lets go of your hand before giving a look, almost as if to tell you, ‘don’t you dare move’.

You smile at him as he lays over the couch and motions you to come closer. He grabs onto the tv remote first, probably to get a movie going, just for background noise, and you lay with him.

Your face lays over Mat’s chest comfortably and you feel him shake the blanket around before draping it over the two of you. A little grin is planted over your face as he practically starts tucking you in, close to him.

As soon as the movie is chosen, Mat’s arms wrap around you and he pulls you even closer.

The both of you stare at the TV in silence. You’re just curious to see what movie he chose, while Mat just wants to see if the movie is any good.

But then, suddenly, an uneasy feeling hits the end of your tummy.

Oh no, he’s going to absolutely hate you.

How are you even supposed to tell him this?

You try to focus on the screen and forget about all your needs. You just got to focus, Y/N, come on.

Not even five minutes later, you feel like you can’t hold it in anymore. Ugh, just do it.

“Hey, Mat?” You ask, tone a little hesitant.

“Yeah?” He asks, moving his hand up and down your back.

“I need to tell you something and, please, don’t be mad.”

Mathew frowns and looks away from the screen at you. He’s confused, you can tell. You can’t really blame him, you were just fine a few minutes ago, and now you sounded like you were about to unleash a bomb.

“Okay...?” He says almost as if to encourage you to talk, since you stayed very quiet.

“I might need to go pee.” You tell him.

His hand abruptly stops moving on your back and his expression of confusion falls into an expression of disbelief.

“Are you serious?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You say, biting your lips as if to keep in your giggles.

“How dare you?”

A giggle finally escapes your mouth and you notice his lips twitching slightly as he tries not to smile and continue his serious act.

“I’ll be right back, yeah?” You tell him as you start sitting up on your knees.

“Screw you.” He tells you and you laugh again.

You’re quick on standing back on your feet and make your way to the bathroom, very fast-paced.

“I love you too, Barzal!” You tell him as you walk out of the room.

Hope this is good!

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𝐝𝐨𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 — jesse lingard

summary: jesse was afraid to lose you, but you have to reassure him that his money and fame mean nothing to you.

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Jesse was afraid to lose you, as simple as that. He wasn’t blind to the double takes people do when you walk past them, or the comments from men at the club when they pass. You were stunning — and Jesse knew that, along with everyone else.

Even his own friends would make little comments, obviously they knew they wouldn’t act on it, so did he, but his girlfriend was wanted by even his closest mates. It definitely made him hold onto you a little tighter. Whenever you’d visit him at training, or go to an event with him, he’d keep you close and constantly shower you in affection, so everybody knew you were his.

The Instagram comments were the worst, not only would his be littered with ‘she’s fit’ or ‘lucky man’, but yours were so vivid that you’d refuse to open them. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t scroll through them every once in a while to see what people were saying, only to return to you a while later with a heavy heart.

The whole of the UK male population were after you, which is why tonight was the worst for Jesse. You were celebrating Marcus’ birthday, and it was completely unlike him to want to go clubbing, but you both agreed anyway.

Jesse watched with a sick feeling in his stomach, almost feeling the need to grab his phone and text his best friend that he was too sick to go. And keep you at home. He knew what tonight would be like, he knew that someone would make a comment, or give you a suggestive glance, and it would ruin his night.

“How do I look?” You asked, smiling innocently up at your boyfriend. Even with heels on, he towered over you. Jesse pushed his negative thoughts to the side to compliment you.

“Wow. Where’s Y/N gone?” He asked, holding your hand and twirling you around slowly. You met his eyes once again with a pout, and Jesse kissed it away. There was never a day he didn’t compliment you on your beauty.

“Real funny. Are you ready?”

“Do I look ready?” Jesse countered, standing back from you and showing off his smart casual attire. You laughed and smoothed the fabric of his shirt down, smiling up at him. He looked back down at you with so much love in his eyes, you’d forget he was hiding his intrusive thoughts behind those eyes.

The pair of you left, getting an Uber to the club you were supposed to arrive at 20 minutes ago. Marcus was waiting inside, sitting in a booth with a few other United boys. The second Marcus spotted you, he moved out of the booth to greet you both.

“Jess,” Marcus spoke, pulling his best friend into a hug, “how’ve you been?”

Jesse just nodded, watching his attention divert from him to you. He squeezed you tightly and almost lifted you from your feet. He knew Marcus would never betray him like that, no matter how hot you were. He trusted Marcus entirely, but it was just adding fuel to the fire. Jesse felt tense from the moment he entered the club, the boys greeting you and having a laugh with you. It was off-putting, he just wanted to go home and watch your rubbish tv. He’d sit through hours of it if it meant you weren’t here getting preyed on.

Throughout the night, you’d had shot after shot, begging Jesse to dance with you an hour in. And he was keeping you close to him, eyes watching intently as you swayed your hips onto him. Your eyes were on him the entire time, not paying mind to the people around you. Jesse so badly wanted to enjoy this moment with you, but those eyes surrounding you were slowly pushing him over the edge.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” He snapped, causing a small space to form between the pair of you. You stepped back in shock, staring at your boyfriend who angrily stared at the people surrounding you.

His eyes had found yours again, but you were gone. You’d approached the booth Marcus was sitting at, wedging between him and Jadon, a frown on your face.

“What happened, Y/N?” Marcus questioned, an arm around your shoulder as you looked visibly upset. You saw Jesse sat at the bar now, head in his hands with a drink in front of him.

“He just shouted in front of everyone, it’s so embarrassing.” You stated, folding your arms and stealing a drink from the table. You didn’t know who the victim of the stolen drink was, quite frankly, you didn’t care. Jesse had bursted his anger in front of everyone, and even though it wasn’t directed at you, it still embarrassed you.

The next half hour was torture, you were slowly losing your buzz and the night was becoming boring. You were sandwiched between the two boys, and they refused to let you have any more drinks. Jesse was still sulking at the bar, but you didn’t care. You’d let him sulk there for the remainder of the evening, if need be.

“Guys, I think I might head home,” you mentioned, standing up and wiggling over the line of boys, “I’m super tired now.” You waved sweetly at Marcus, wishing him one more ‘happy birthday’ before you were leaning against the wall and waiting for your Uber.

Jesse looked back at the booth, wondering which boy had an arm around you this time, but you were gone. The space between Marcus and Jadon that you occupied had now disappeared. His eyes frantically searched the dance floor, but you were nowhere to be seen. It was only then that he started to regret shouting. He could lie and say he didn’t know what came over him, but he did know. He was jealous.

“She’s gone home.” Marcus spoke into his friend’s ear, patting him on the shoulder. It eased Jesse’s thoughts a little, but he still felt horrible. Jesse had gotten an Uber home not long after you, finding the house completely dark apart from your shared bedroom.

You were tucked into bed, Netflix in the background as you scrolled through your phone. You could see Jesse standing in the doorway, but didn’t acknowledge him as he walked in and sat on your side of the bed. His hand rested on the lump in the duvet that was your leg, waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out, his voice soft with guilt. You didn’t even react, you just kept scrolling. “Really, I am. I’m sorry for ruining your night.”

“It’s done now, you need to go to bed. You have Hope tomorrow.” You replied, a lack of emotion in your voice. He knew you loved when Hope was round, the pair of you got on immensely. But you seemed bored now. Bored of listening to him. You had gotten out of bed and left the room, wandering downstairs to distract yourself with something else.

“It’s not done, babe.” Jesse spoke, following your footsteps as you turned into the kitchen. You stood at the counter, grabbing a coffee pod from your cupboard and beginning to make yourself a coffee.

“What else do you want to say, Jesse?” You argued calmly, Jesse almost jumping at the mention of his name. It was always silly pet names, never his name. He could see by the look on your face that you were over this, you were tired, grumpy, getting slightly hungover.

“I know I should never have shouted like that, in front of everyone,” he spluttered, alcohol still in his system. His words were not stringing together very well, which presented a bad case on his behalf, “the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you because of my own insecurities.”

Jesse wasn’t the type to show his insecurities to anyone, not even you at times, but you knew they were there. He was stuck in the mindset of sweeping them away, out of sight and out of mind. You wanted to badly to help him work through them like he did with yours, but he’d never disclose what was bothering him. You turned to look at him, the argument long forgotten now as you wanted this to be the chance he finally opens up.

“What insecurities, Jess?” You wondered, slowly approaching him. Your small hands held his cheeks, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a glint in his eyes.

He shook his head, the window now closed. The opportunity for the pair of you to sit down and talk about what bothered him, it was gone. You were back to pretending not to see his tensed jaw and white knuckles from squeezing his fist together. You sat at the island in defeat, your headache prominent now.

Jesse’s hand fell upon your shoulder, your eyes meeting once again. Your face contorted as a tear fell from your eye, Jesse now going into full on panic mode. He sat beside you, pulling you into his chest and holding you close. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest, you weren’t the only one who wished he could say how he felt.

“How are we ever going to move forward together if I don’t know how you’re feeling?” You asked honestly, holding his bare arm and pulling it close to you. There would always be this barricade stopping you from moving forward, his insecurities stopping you both from being able to talk to each other.

Jesse pulled away from you, his fingers fiddling with the expensive ring on your finger. He’d gifted it to you on your two-year anniversary, it was a beautiful night. “I just get jealous. I see your Instagram comments, and mine. I see the way random men look at you on the street, in the club, in the fucking supermarket. Even the boys are always complimenting you, being touchy with you. It might sound stupid and it might seem like it’s nothing, but it makes me fucking jealous.”

“You know I’d never do that to you,” you turned to Jesse, now clutching his hand tightly, “you’re the only one I want.”

“I know that, love. I have been fucked around before, girls always go after my money and my name. You don’t even shoo these boys away. It’s like you enjoy their attention.” Jesse accused, his tone still soft with you. He never raises his voice with you, and you never have with him.

This comment hurt you, your waterline burned with tears once again, hearing your boyfriend even fathom these ideas. “I don’t pay these boys any mind. You’re the only one I want attention from, I barely give the rest of them a second glance. And I’m sorry that your friends are touchy with me, I just give them lots of hugs and squeezes because they’re your friends, I want them to like me. I know how important they are to you. So they’re important to me.”

Even though Jesse thought you liked the attention, and wanted him for his name and wealth, even though it deeply pained you for him to think these things of you, you kept it cool. He was hurting, these were his insecurities. You looked up at him, giving him your infamous doe eyes, the ones he fell for in the first place.

“If I only wanted you for your wealth and name, I wouldn’t bother with Hope. I love that girl, she’s my best friend. I’d do anything for her,” Jesse smiled at your comment, his hand smoothing over your cheek, “I wouldn’t bother with your family, I wouldn’t call them up everyday asking how they are. I wouldn’t bother with your career, making sure your training kit is washed and you have appropriate lunch.” You emphasised the word appropriate, as Jesse would sometimes leave with just one of Hope’s lunchables, or just a yoghurt.

Jesse let out a laugh, both hands now holding your face close to his. “Thank you. I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“I won’t take your name when we get married, just to prove that I’m not in it for fame and wealth,” you admitted, a smile on your face, “I don’t know how you do it if I’m honest, you can’t even walk around the shop without someone approaching you. It’d get on my nerves.”

“Of course you’re gonna take my name,” Jesse cooed, kissing the bridge of your nose and looking down at you once more, “and you better get used to it, because I’m not giving you up.” He held you tight to him, the both of you still reeking of alcohol and the coffee long forgotten.

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