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BOUND IN FLAMES - Part 8

Eris Vanserra × Archeron-Sister- Reader

Description: Feyre and her younger sister go hunting in the forest behind their family's cottage and go through life changing experiences.

A / N: I’m back from the dead 🧍🏻‍♀️ lmao and this next part is straight up smut with the tiniest fucking grain of plot hidden in it. I swear it’s just fucking filthy, well at least to me it is but that might be because i haven’t written smut in a while but i hope you all enjoy. I mean it has to do with calanmai which is basically a faerie fuck fest. So if you guys are just as sick and depraved as I am you’ll eat this shit up. Also life has been life-ing recently but im hoping to be more active and if you guys have any requests don’t be shy SEND THEM. well anyways enjoy and happy reading !! 😚

“Eris, I swear to the Mother if you hurt her-“ Lucien snarled, baring his teeth, as he pushed the tip of his dagger deeper into Eris’s porcelain skin. A droplet of crimson red blood sliding down the column of his throat.

The sight of it had you moving on instinct.

In seconds you had moved away from the dagger Eris had pressed against your throat, disarming Lucien and pressing his own dagger against the sun tanned skin of his throat. Fae — mating — instincts coming to the surface, you growled and then whispered two words deathly soft into Lucien’s ear, “Watch It.” I pulled back, still keeping the blade against his throat and looked at him. His face had blanched and his eyes were wide with fear or shock, I wasn’t sure.

I blinked once and saw myself through his eyes and blinked again and I was looking at him through my own eyes again. His eyes were still wide, but now I knew it was mostly fear. He knew I wouldn’t actually kill him, though he knew I definitely could if I wanted to by the way I had the knife angled at his throat.

Lucien had finally realized it for the first time in that moment, that I wasn’t all talk, that I would and could kill. And I scoffed. Flipping the dagger in my hand so the handle was facing him, “Enjoy the Rite,” handing it back to him.

He took it and sheathed it.

Behind me Eris chuckled in amusement. Though not at his little brother but at my antics. Turning around to face him, I took one step towards him, but stopped. He had a look in his eyes as he took me in that I couldn’t describe, “What ?”

He shrugged, “Nothing,” but I noted the way his pupils dilated when his eyes met mine again. Then he held his out for me to take. A silent invitation.

Before I could even take a step Lucien’s hand was gripping my arm and a growl ripped its way out of Eris’s throat — possessive and protective. My eyes never left my mate, not even as he glared at his brother. Lucien sighed once he realized I wasn’t going to look at him, “I know I can’t stop you so… be careful, Y/n. He’s not safe.” But you didn’t want safe, you wanted him.

You still didn’t look at Lucien as you ripped your arm free of his hold, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Lucien. Enjoy the rite.” My voice sounding sharper than I intended, but this would likely be the only night I would have with Eris, my mate and we were wasting time.I made my way towards Eris and he was still glaring at his youngest brother when I finally stood before him.

He was the most beautiful male I had ever seen. Dressed in Autumn Court colors, his clothes — all dark wine red with gold threading, all finely made — cut close enough to his body that I could see how magnificent he was. Anyone with eyes could see that by the way they clung to his muscular body. Eris wasn’t bulky with muscles he was more so lean. His red shoulder length hair dancing in the night spring breeze like living flames. And his amber eyes seemed to be gifts from the sun as they both glowed the same shade of gold.

We were standing so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body and his scent. His scent was intoxicating — cedar, citrus and crackling fires — invading all of my senses and before I could even stop myself I was in his arms. He was so tall that I had to stand on the tips of my toes to wrap my arms around his neck. Not even a second later I felt his arms immediately wrap around my waist, holding me to him.

One second we were standing in fields of the Spring Court, the next the world seemed to fold in on itself as we winnowed and now we were standing in a cabin. My body wanted to stay near him but the years of training that were drilled into me had me pulling away taking in my surroundings. Eris seemed to still as I looked around, “Where are we ?” I asked.

“My home away from home.”

I only nodded my head, letting him know I had heard him as I continued to look around. The cabin itself was beautiful; floor to ceiling mahogany and autumn court color and style furnishings. It was very much Eris. The small living room had the fire place going but I heard wood crackling from the back of the cabin. Tilting my head so I could look past my mates broad shoulders, what looked like a bedroom door was open and just past it in the room was a bookshelf. A well stocked bookshelf. Eris cleared his throat, voice tight, “Do you like it ?”

I looked at him and gave him a sweet smile, “I like it.”

He threw his head back and laughed and I realized I had never heard a sound so beautiful before. Eris was still laughing when he stepped closer to me, I didn’t back away this time, as he cupped my face in his large hands. Then he leaned down so close that if he spoke our lips would brush against each other… and he did. One word.

“Liar.”

He took a step back and it was my turn to laugh, “I’m not lying,” I said in between giggles.

“Alright, fine. You like it but…”

“But, my favorite color is blue and it’s just a lot of red, orange and yellow everywhere.”

He bowed deeply at the waist — mockingly — “I apologize, little flame, that our cabin is not up to your standards. I vow that the next time you see it will be to your liking.” Eris stood back up to his full height wearing a teasing smile on his face.

I wanted to roll my eyes at his antics and tell him to shut up, but instead I only asked, “Our ?”

“Our.” He affirmed.

I blinked at him, brows furrowed, “Why ?”

“What belongs to me, belongs to my mate. What’s mine is yours, little flame.” Eris said matter of factly.

“About that… how did you find out we were mates ?”

“You.”

“Me ?” He nodded his head, “Eris I need a little more than that.”

He took a step forward until he was right in front of me and I had to crane my neck back to meet his eyes. Then he lifted his right hand that was adorned in gold rings and tucked my hair behind my left ear. “Since last winter, when you made it over the wall, I’ve been dreaming of you every night. And every morning since then I’ve had the same nightmare.”

“What nightmare ?” My voice was barely more than a whisper.

“You’re not by my side when I wake up,” he breathed.

The way he was looking at me, like he was drinking in the fact that I was still here. That I was actually here and I realized I was doing the same thing.

I don’t know how much time passed before he spoke again, “How did you find out ?”

“The Suriel told me.”

His brows furrowed, “You ensnared a Suriel ?”

“No, he found me.”

This time his eyes narrowed and he blinked, “The Suriel found you and told you ?”

“Yes.”

“Why ?”

“They’re an old friend,” I shrugged.

Eris shook his head as he gave me a broad smile, “My mate is friends with one of the Suriel.”

I nodded my head, “Mhmm.”

“What did the Suriel tell you ?”

My eyes flickered between his amber eyes and then settled on the crackling fire beside us, “That like me my mate has fire in their blood and we would find each other on Calanmai. You’re heir to the Autumn Court. The both of us bound in flames. Bound to each other.” My eyes met gold ones again, “We have always been meant to burn together." I didn’t tell him that the Suriel also said I was heir to Spring. I couldn’t tell anyone, not yet.

“How did you know I was your mate and not Lucien ?”

“I felt a tugging in my gut — in my chest a couple times like there was a string inside of me and when I saw you it felt warm like it was glowing,” I smiled softly because that same feeling hadn’t gone away yet.

Eris’s eyes tracked my lips movements and I noted the way his pupils dilated and his the way his scent shifted. It was muskier and even though we weren’t in Spring anymore we could still hear, still feel, the pulsating drum beats.

His left hand that was also adorned with gold rings, cupped my face, his thumb swiping against my cheek as he uttered a single question, “Can I kiss you ?”

I felt my cheeks heat and only nodded my head in response not trusting my voice. His nostrils flared and I knew he scented my arousal.

“I need words, little flame. I want to hear it from your lips,” Eris commanded, his voice rough with lust.

“Yes, please.” My voice a breathy sensual whisper.

His large hands cupped my face and then he was surging forward, our mouths met with a desperate need, it was all teeth and tongue. He was savoring every brush of your tongue against his, every drag of your lips, eagerly exploring every part of you. You both knew what you wanted — needed — and were going to take it.

His hands moved from my face to roaming over my figure before settling on my ass making me moan into his mouth. I buried my hands in his hair, it was soft beneath my fingertips as I tugged and pulled on it. Making him groan into my mouth every time I did.

We both begrudgingly pulled away needing to catch our breaths. Eris’s eyes darkened as he took me in, “You are so beautiful,” he murmured panting softly.

I felt my cheeks redden at his words and shook my head, looking down at our feet.

His hands titled my head up, making me meet his eyes, “I’m serious, little flame, you’re beautiful. You are a goddess… My goddess.” You were going to brush him off but the sincerity in his eyes and voice made you believe it.

“Then prove it. Worship me, Eris,” my voice was breathy and raw with lust. We were both succumbing to the effects of the magic felt on Fire Night. The drumbeats were now pounding and pulsating rapidly and something shifted in both of us. You needed him and he needed you in any and every way you could have each other. Neither one of you knew who moved first, but the both of you began tearing at each others clothes, your mouths meeting again.

Once you were both bare before each other, you pulled away again drinking him. Your mate was beautiful, his body was powerfully built, corded in muscles as if the Mother herself carved him from marble just for you. His body was sparsely littered in scars, the pink raised skin stark in comparison to his porcelain skin and you had no doubt he’d had more on his back.

You were for once grateful that the blood spell your mother used on you covered your scars. You wouldn’t ask him about his scars, in a way they made him more beautiful to you, but mine were more brutal than anything.

Both of our chests heaving as we drank in the sight of each other. Breath hitching when I saw him, hard and at attention. He was long and thick, I knew it was going to hurt, but some fucked up part of me wanted it to. Wanted to feel every glorious inch and vein of him as he buried himself in your cunt. Licking my lips at the thought of him inside of me.

And he’s licking his lips when he sees your cunt glistening with arousal. The both of you make eye contact and I don’t know what he sees on my face, but the sight of it had him closing his eyes as a groan fell from his kiss swollen lips. Then he placed his hands on the back of your thighs, hoisting you up and carried you to the only bed in the cabin.

Eris kissed you again, like a starved man who couldn’t get enough of the taste of you. He pulled away only to start kissing and biting the tanned skin of your jaw, neck and chest. The only sounds coming from the both of you were lewd moans and groans as he laid you atop the soft bed.

Climbing on top of you, he trails his tongue down your neck, swirling it around your hardened nipples and between your breasts. Down your tummy and between your thighs. All while leaving kisses behind.

“Eris,” his name was a plea and prayer on my lips.

He moved to sit back on his haunches as his eyes rove over your body before settling on your soaked cunt, “Yes, little flame ?”

“I need you,” I whimper.

“Have you—“ he shudders as his jaw and hands clench and unclench. His eyes darkening with the promise of violence, “Have you ever been with—“

You don’t even let him finish the question, “No… just you.”

He visibly relaxes and smiles, “Gods, the Mother really made you just for me,” he says under his breath to himself. Amber eyes meet yours, “I’m going to be the first and only male to ruin you,” he promises.

“So what are you waiting for Eris, ruin me,” you tilt your head at him, your mouth curving into a teasing smirk.

Without another word he settles himself between your thighs and puts your legs over his shoulders. His large hands holding your thighs apart as he licked a single long broad stripe through your folds. Digging his fingers into your soft skin, groaning at the sweet taste of you on his tongue and your hands fist the sheets beneath you at the feeling.

Back arching off the bed as his tongue flicks your clit, “Oh… f— fuck Eris,” you cry out in pleasure. Then he circles and swirls his tongue before sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You start to squirm beneath him as he savors you, heat begins pooling in your lower tummy, but his large hands keep you spread and in place for him. Sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling of his tongue entering you, “Eris, Eris, Eris !” His name a prayer on your lips and he is your god.

Muscles tensing as his tongue leaves you feeling empty, but then he goes right back to sucking on your swollen clit. Your walls spasming and contracting on nothing as the heat in your belly turns to fire and spreads throughout your body. Time seems to stop as he begins to suck harshly, the sheets fisted in your hands ripping out of pleasure and then you shattered.

Your mates name on your lips as you fall apart.

Eris doesn’t give you to time to catch your breath as he moves to sit on his knees beside your still trembling body. One of his hands plays with your tits while he uses the other to run through your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers, your hips jerking up in response.

Then he’s moving his hand that was playing with your tits, resting it atop your lower belly as he buries two slicked covered fingers into your cunt. Eris moves them in and out at a relentless pace fucking you with them, pushing down a bit applying pressure on your belly with his other hand, as he curls them inside of you. Hitting that sweet spot inside of you that has you crying out in pleasure.

“Eyes on me,” he orders.

Your nerves, your entire body feels like it’s on fire.

“Eyes on me or I stop.”

It takes everything in you to open your eyes, but you do. The sight of him nearly taking your breath away entirely. His red hair was mused, blown pupils with small rings of gold around them, his mouth and chin covered in your slick and a smug smirk on his lips.

“That’s it’s, little flame. Eyes on me,” he coos. Walls fluttering around his fingers at his words, his voice, him. The coil inside of me tightening, legs shaking and then the coil snapped.

You were a babbling incoherent mess as you squirted, soaking his fingers, your thighs and sheets beneath you. “Good fucking girl,” he praised, but he didn’t stop. I couldn't tell where one climax ended and the second began as continued thrusting his fingers in and out of me relentlessly. You didn’t know how many times he made you squirt before he stopped.

Your body was still shaking and your chest still heaving as he licked a long stripe from your sensitive cunt, making you whimper, up to your lips. Kissing you and then swiping his tongue along your bottom lip asking for permission, your tongue met his, making you moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

Eris pulled back smiling proudly at you before placing a soft gentle kiss on your forehead, “You did so good, little flame.” You looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. “Can you keep going or do you want to sleep ?”

I knew if I said I wanted to stop he would stop, but I also knew this might be only night I get to be with him and I wasn’t going to waste it. So I nodded my head.

He chuckled, “I need words,” he pushed my hair out of my face, “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice raw and hoarse from all the pleasure.

Eris kissed me on the forehead again, praising me, “Atta girl.”

I was still panting softly when he rose from the bed and said he would be right back, he left the bedroom, coming back with two glasses of water in hand. “Drink up, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.” I didn’t even reach for the water as I stared at him, his cock, unabashedly. Eris was still hard as rock — just from looking at you. Since he saw you bare before him.

The sight of him, his tip red and angry had you running your tongue over your lips, hungry to feel him in your mouth. You didn’t say anything as you crawled to him, to where he was standing at the side of the bed and wrapped your hand around him.

He hissed when you pumped him a few times which only motivated you do more, so you could see how’d he react. But before you could, Eris stopped you pulling your hand away, “Drink,” he ordered.

Taking the glass of water from his hand you gulped it down greedily. You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until you were knocking back the glass. Practically chugging it as water trickled down from the corners of your mouth and down your neck. Eris only shook his head, chuckling, “Good ?” Taking both of your empty glasses and setting them on the nightstand.

I nod, giving him a shy smile, wiping the water off my chin with the back of my hand, “Good.”

His hand wraps around my neck, guiding me to where he wants before he leans down to kiss me hungrily. Then I’m wrapping my hand around his length, pumping and twisting slowly, his hips bucking in response to my touch.

The both of you pull away from the kiss and he groans as you grip him harder and pick up the pace. Letting out a shuddering exhale as you lay on your stomach infront of him, biting your lip, enjoying how your mate reacts to your touch. Stroking him a couple more times before licking a long broad stripe on the underside of length.

Eris lets out a lewd moan as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. His hands brushing my hair back as I lightly lap at his sensitive tip, savoring the taste of the salty bead of precum that was on it.

Kiss swollen lips part to take him, making me gag as his cock hits the back of my throat, “Oh fuck,” Eris rasps out. Hollowing my cheeks as I pull almost all the way back. Making eye contact as I swirl my tongue around his tip, working his long thick length with my hand, the other playing with his balls. “Mother’s tits,” he groans.

Lips wrapping around the head of his cock as I guide his hands to grip my hair. His amber eyes twinkle when he realizes what I want him to do, “Are you sure, little flame ? I won’t be gentle.” I hum a ‘yes’ to him as best I can with him in my mouth. The feral look in his eyes matches the smirk he wears and he doesn’t waste another second.

Not as he tightens the hold he has on my hair and mercilessly bucks his hips into my mouth. Eyes watering as I sputter around his cock, “That’s it… fucking take it like a good, little slut,” he growls.

Tears run down my cheeks and saliva runs down my chin as he fucks my mouth. My hips grind on nothing in response to the obscene noises he makes and the lewd sounds of him roughly bucking his hips into my warm mouth. Then he’s suddenly pulling me off of him and crashing his lips to my slick swollen ones. Before I can even catch my breath he’s swirling his tongue around mine.

He pulls away, both breathing heavily, he presses his forehead against mine. He chuckles, “You alright ?”

I nod my head, “Mhm.”

“Gods I wanted to finish in your mouth, but I’d rather finish in you,” He confesses.

“Please,” you breathe and he nods his head.

Then he’s moving, positioning you in the middle of bed and sliding a plush pillow beneath your head, as he sits on his knees between your thighs. He sighs contentedly, scanning you from head to toe, “Gods, my beautiful beautiful, mate.”

You sit up on your elbows, wrapping your right hand around his cock and stroke him, “My beautiful beautiful, mate,” you repeat back to him. The smile Eris gives you, gives you butterflies and then he’s leaning forward capturing your lips in a way you could only describe as loving.

His left hand cups the side of my face as he lays me back down, still kissing me and his large right hand covers the one I have wrapped around his cock. Then he’s rubbing the tip of it through my folds, hips jerking when it rubs over my clit as he swallows my moans.

Pulling back, pressing your forehead to his chest, “Eris… please…” you whimper.

“Please what, little flame,” he chuckles darkly and I don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smirking.

“Fuck me—“ My voice dies in my throat at the feeling of his cock pushing into me. My hands move to grip his bicep as I hiss out in pain, I know i’m wet enough but he’s just so big. Eris continues pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully buried in my cunt.

My chest heaving at the lingering hint of pain, but he doesn’t move, letting me stretch and adjust to his size. He just places kisses all over my face as I adjust, “You’re doing so good,” he praises. “Take your time.”

We stay there not moving and he just continues to kiss me and talk me through it for a couple minutes longer.

Letting out a shaky breath, I utter one word, “Move.”

That’s all it takes for him to start slowly rolling his hips, my walls fluttering around him, making him groan. “Fuck,” he drawls out. Eris continues fucking into me with slow but precise rolls of his hips, but he’s starting to tremble with restraint from holding himself back. Not wanting to hurt his sweet little mate.

But any hint of lingering pain is long gone and I want — need — him to ruin me. “Eris ?”

“Yes ?” He grits out.

“I need you harder… faster,” I murmur against his skin.

His hips still for a second, then he’s throwing my legs over his broad shoulders, hips snapping against the back of my thighs and ass as he fucks into me at an impossibly fast pace. This new position making me cry out as his tip repeatedly hits my sweet spot, “Ohh f-fuck Eris !”

“Gods… you take me well,” he says between pants, “You were made for me, little flame.” Then he sets your legs back down and puts his hands down on the bed, beside your tits as he deeply thrusts into you, causing you to throw your head back into the pillow. Screwing your eyes shut and screaming his name out while my nails scratch his back.

He lets out a hiss that has me opening my eyes, scanning his face, I open my mouth to ask if I hurt him. But he quickly shakes his head ‘no,’ “I — I just feel you, little flame.” He reassures me, shifting his hips at another angle, hitting spots he hadn’t hit before.

“Fuuuck, Eris.” I cry out, my hands finding his back again, scratching.

"Look at you," he murmured as he moved inside me.

I manage to rise up enough to see where we were joined — to see his cock pulling almost all the way out before disappearing back into my body. And the sight of it wrecked me so thoroughly that it pushed me right over the edge. My mates name on my lips as I fell as he worked me through my orgasm.

We stay like that for a little while longer — him rutting into me — then he’s flipping us around so I’m on top. He doesn’t even move yet and my body shudders, the fit so much deeper in this position.

I press my hand against my lower belly and gasp, his cock twitching inside of me. He has a smug smirk on his face, “See, you were made for me. We’re a perfect fit.”

I lean down to kiss him, and then whisper in his ear, “I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”

Eris sucks in sharp breath and now it’s his turn to beg, “Please, little flame.” So I sat up, hands braced on his broad chest, and rode him.

Eris howled my name — thrusting his hips up to meet mine — like the devotee of a god. My tits bouncing wildly in his face as I rode him, faster, harder. His fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips, no doubt leaving bruises behind in their wake. “Touch me…” I breath, my voice dripping sin.

Grinding my hips down on him as he moved his hands to grope my tits, pinching and pulling my nipples. His touch making goosebumps appear and spread all over my body. Breath hitching every time my swollen clit rubbed against the muscle of his abs. His own pleasure making his abs twitch only adding to my own pleasure. Causing heat to build in my belly from the friction.

I braced my hands on his chest again, slamming my ass against his hips, drowning out the drumbeats that still sounded outside for Calanmai. The only thing I could hear was the sound of skin slapping skin and our sounds of pleasure.

Then he pulled me against him so we were chest to chest, wrapping his arms around my back, jackknifing up into me relentlessly. “Be a good little mate and fucking take it,” he grits out. The fire in my belly turning to molten lava. My hands fisting the sheets at his sides before biting into his shoulder.

It looked like they were glowing with starlight, or maybe my own vision fractured as release barreled into me again like a lightning strike.

And Eris found his, gasping my name over and over as he grinded my hips onto his with a bruising grip. His cock twitching as he spilled himself in me. My walls spasming and contracting around him, milking every last drop of his cum, as he held me there on him until he was well and truly empty.

When we were done, I remained atop him with him still inside of me and he still had a hand on my hip, while the other played with my hair.

For other parts: Bound In Flames Series Masterlist

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Can you do more ex!clarisse la rue x ex!reader but instead they are a bit more aggressive. They broke up because they were always fighting and getting jealous. After a really explosive fight they break up. They are so bitter towards each other during training they would spar together since no one else would challenge them and when they attacked it was like they were actually fighting. The words they spoke to each other are mostly about how they are the superior one or the stronger on or the right one. During a bonfire the reader decided to get under clarisse’s skin and flirt with her best friend . She see this and it sets sadness and a fire inside of her. She was going to win you back, after that day she would be nicer to you she would compliment you and you take notice of this. You ask her after sparring with each other while she was saying how amazing you were and how you were improving and the reader gets annoyed and said “Why are you acting like?!?” the reader is mad because she was the one who said to break up. Clarrise tells the reader that she still loves her and wants to get back together but the reader is still so upset and tells clarrise to stay out of her life breaking clarrise’s heart. The reader storms away so frustrated and confused. The reader and another camper and hit it off and goes on a eats dinner with them clarrise sees you with her about and gets so angry but doesn’t do anything because of what you said. Clarrise then notices that she doesn’t see you at training that often she barely see you at all even. One day she’s going to training and sees you with the camper. When she sees this it make her heart feel like it’s shattering, she always thought that you guys would get over this that you guys would get back together and spend the rest of your life together. She then realized that she couldn’t just stand there and watch fall in love with someone else. She went to talk to you while you were going to your cabin but you are also with the camper and she kind of shoos her away. The reader is upset that she just sent her away and tries to walk away but clarrise calls the reader but the reader just ignores her after a while clarrise just picks the reader up and bring them to her cabin with them kicking and screaming on her shoulder. Clarrise then apologizes to the reader and she has a whole speech on why they should get back together one of them being is because she hasn’t felt that way with anyone before and she never wants to she only wants to feel that way for you and telling the reader not to continue dating the camper. You just sit there shocked and confused because the camper that you were talking to you weren’t interested in at all they were your cabin sibling you were just helping her get more comfortable with the camp. You tell her that this was one of the main reasons why they broke up that they were so overprotective. Clarrise a little embarrassed says that she’s sorry for overreacting but she felt like she was losing you and just kind of rambles. And you stop her with a kiss and tell her that they can get back together but they have to start at square one and reintroduce each other.

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ITS REALLY LONG IM SORRY IF YOU WANT YOU CAN MAKE IT INTO TWO PARTS BUT I WOULD REALLY LOVE TOO SEE YOU MAKE THIS WITH❤️❤️

LEGEND YOU GAVE SO MUCH DETAIL!!! I had to pause at breakfast and show my friends sorry XD I'm pretty sure you wrote more than I did

But anyways ... Clarisse La Rue x Ex!Reader (Happy ending) Warnings - Blood, fighting, make out ...

AND requests are still open!

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You and Clarisse broke up a week ago, due to always fighting and getting jealous. And the way the two of you broke it off was, well, messy.

For the first time, you truly believed you hated her, and she thought the same thing about you.

You try to ignore her, going separate ways, avoiding the Ares cabin. You thought that once you guys broke up you wouldn't be bothered anymore. That you could finally escape her claws, but no.

Of course, you had to be partners with her in sparring, and you hated it. She once was so gentle with you, trying her best to not hurt you like she did with the other campers. But now it was almost like sudden death like you were fighting an actual monster.

When she pushed you down and you rolled away to avoid her sword that came crashing down she let out a laugh “Where are you going stupid ass.”

You'd quickly got up and threw a punch into her stomach so you could throw her off guard and be able to take a breather. When you looked at her it truly was like seeing someone else. It was like looking at the man in a horror show who was about to kill you, someone you once trusted.

“You little-” She yelled, taking her sword and clashing it down onto yours, she met your eyes and for a second you thought you saw something change. But she kicked your knee causing you to fall and her sword cut into your skin.

You fell to the floor, your hand reaching up to feel the blood pooling down your chin. You looked up at her as she took a step back, her arms falling to her side, her movements slow and breathing heavy.

“I can't believe – I can't believe you.” You stuttered, out of breath and hurt you stood up. Cover the wound with your hand as the blood starts to cover your fingers and slide down your arm.

You walked off to find Will in the Apollo cabin, tears mixing with the wound which made everything sting more.

A few days later you walked to the bonfire and sat down with some friends. You saw Clarisse standing by a tree with a drink in her hands and her siblings, you noticed how her gaze flickered to the stitching on your face.

You ignored her, turning your gaze to look at your friends.

It is strange to think though, how you once would run up to her during these fires, and ask her to help you roast your marshmallow and she'd roll her eyes but you could she loved it.

Now you two were just trying to be strangers.

You saw her friend Selena sitting across from you, on the other side of the fire and you decided to be friendly.

You walked over and said hello and she smiled at you, you never realized how pretty she was even though you've seen her so many times.

“How you holding up?” she asked and you shrugged your shoulders “I've been getting through it … But Clarisse she takes her anger out on me.” you pointed to your face and looked back towards the fire.

“Yikes” Selena mumbled bringing her fingers up to touch the skin around the stitching “Makes you look tough though.” She mumbled which made you turn to look at her “Yeah?” and she hummed in response.

You smiled, feeling a small burning sensation in your stomach, or maybe it was coming from the back of your head where Clarisse had been burning lasers into.

Clarisse couldn't help herself but be annoyed by you, especially with you trying to be smitten with her friend. You were trying to get under her skin, maybe to get back at her for cutting you.

But either way, she didn't like it.

She knew it wasn't right for her to want to win you back, that the reason why you guys broke up was because of her jealousy in the first place, and now it was what fueled her to get you back.

She started slowly, sneaking in extra portions of food for you, leaving anonymous notes and flowers.

She hoped you knew it was her, but unfortunately, you only believed it was Selena. She caught you talking to her friend thanking her for the things, leaving Selena a bit confused before noticing Clarisse in the corner with her arms crossed and a scowl.

“Wait, who is it then?” you asked confused, Selena shrugged her shoulders and walked off leaving you standing there. You looked around and noticed Clarisse, but she just shook her head and walked off.

A few days later you were back on the field with her.

Clarisse wouldn't admit this out loud, but seeing you in front of her waiting for the timer to start was just like seeing you for the first time again. She liked how you stood there with your hands on your hips, looking around out into the distance at the forest admiring the colors, and trying to ignore the awkward tension.

Maybe this is all the two of you needed, was to fall in love again, to realize you needed each other.

And she wanted you to notice this is all you needed.

When the timer started she took a stance and allowed you to hit her first. She wanted you to impress her just like the first time you did. She wanted you to see how good she is, and forget Selena.

She wanted so much.

When you both finished, out of breath and unfocused Clarisse spoke up “You did good, I liked that thin-” But she was cut off by you, “What is this?”

“What?” Clarisse asked, getting defensive, “This new positive attitude … remember when you sliced my face open the last time, and now you're trying to be all buddy!” You spoke, waving your hands around in frustration.

“I'm sorry, would you prefer me to cut your leg this time?” She spoke with furrowed brows. “No! But I want you to stop acting like things between us are normal.”

You wanted the conversation to end so you walked away, wiping some of the sweat off your forehead. Clarisse turned to look at you but then sighed and chased after you “Argh come on Y/n just … I want you back in my life please!” you never heard Clarisse beg, even when you guys broke up. So for a moment you almost faltered, but then kept walking “Just stay out of my life!” you yelled, and finally she stopped following you.

Later that night Clarisse sat on her cabin steps, tossing a ball back and forth between her hands. She wanted to wait for you to get back to your cabin so maybe she could try again.

But then she heard your laughs and noticed you standing with some girl.

Oh. The reason why she said no was because you moved on.

She stayed still, trying to blend into the shadows so she wouldn't be seen. She felt like she was about to throw up, watching as you clung onto the girl's hand and swung it back and forth like you once did with hers.

The next few days it was almost like you were nonexistent, like you never went to camp because no one questioned it. You didn't go to the training field, you didn't go to dinner, you were gone.

Or maybe just just disappeared from Clarisse.

After a few more days she saw you on the field with that girl and she scoffed. Before she could think she found her legs moving towards you “Look who finally showed up” Clarisse spoke bitterly as she kept her gaze on you. Then she finally looked at the girl “Get lost … she's my partner.”

The girl wanted to protest, but Clarisse didn't look away from her until she started to walk away. You watched Clarisse and took notice of how she seemed so angry. “Where have you been”

“Why does it matter?” you spoke up and Clarisse scoffed “Because I care.” you shook your head turning around to walk away and letting out a sigh.

Clarisse pretty much growled at your behavior and picked you up, throwing you over her shoulder. Her hand found their placement right under your butt which caused you to gasp at the sudden baldness.

“Clarisse! Put me down!” you yelled trying to kick your way out, But Clarisse was stronger, she kept walking until she reached her cabin, placing you down on her bunk and yelling at the few campers to Scram.

“Will you stop being stubborn and listen to me!” She shouted which got you to stop talking, as you crossed your arms and looked away like a toddler.

“I still love you! And I always will! And I'm sorry I am always so jealous and protective I just can't help it! You are so beautiful and when I see you trying to be friendly with other people I just can't help myself but get angry.”

She huffed out bringing her hand up to brush your cheek softly “I love you.” she almost chuckled as she looked at your cheeks turn slightly warm.

Clarisse felt hers get warm as well, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I'm so sorry for hurting you … I just couldn't control myself. You know I'll never do it again.” She spoke softly, brushing your scar, but at the same time, she was also talking about your feelings.

“I don't think I can handle seeing you and that girl together anymore,” she spoke and she took notice of how you smiled slightly, tilting your head down to ignore her gaze but Clarisse tilted your head back up to look at her.

She was squatting in front of your knees and a feeling of butterflies entered your stomach. “Will you plea-”

But she was cut off by you kissing her harshly, your legs separating so she would kneel between your legs as you both kissed.

Your fingers tangled into her hair, and you both let out soft gasps into each other's mouths. Clarisse’s hands found your hips and pulled you forward so her chest was hitting your stomach.

She pulled away and smiled as she noticed how red your face was “So do you forgive me”

You nodded your head and kissed her once more.

#percy jackon and the olympians #x reader #luke castellan #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #wlw #percy jackson #camp half blood #dior goodjohn

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get him back! → theburntchip

pairing , theburntchip x youtuber!reader

summary , where, in lieu of yours and chip’s reconnection, fans find out how it happened, and just why you ended things in the first place.

part one (bad idea, right?)

oh, i wanna get him back! 'cause then again, i really miss him, and it makes me real sad

🔴 Y/n L/n Talks On Breakup, Reconnection, The Launch Of Her Brand, & More! FULL POD EP.77 -Saving Grace

join premiere!

LIVE CHAT !

user: stop i’m actually gonna cry ☹️☹️☹️

user: I KNEW THOSE TWITTER B WORDS WERE WRONG I KNEW THEY DIDNT END BADLY

user: that’s so lala land of them

user: “if i ever complained, i’d be the nagging girlfriend” NO BABY 😭😭😭😭

user: never thought i’d say it but i’m glad they broke up bcs if they hadn’t done it then, it would’ve been MESSY messy

user: off topic but can we please talk about how pretty she is :(

user: “if he ever complained about you, i would’ve given him a belting” YES GRACE 👏👏👏

user: WHY DIDNT WE GET Y/N ON HERE SOONER OMGGGGGG I LOVE THIS DUO SM

user: Sending love from Brazil! XX 🇧🇷🇧🇷❤️❤️

user: stop that’s so sad ☹️

user: she’s so real for the anxiety thing

LIVE CHAT !

user: i feel like i’m watching a tv show

user: “i don’t want to lose this again” and when i start sobbing????

user: ok but is the dick game good

user: HE SWIPED UP ON A COSTA TOASTIE ☠️

user: nah he’s down BAD me too but like 😭

user: he def would’ve thrown a temper tantrum if she didn’t respond

user: grace booing is so real i wanted a kissing in the rain screaming ‘i love you’ confession

user: her smile when she said she’s happy now man they’re literally my parents ☹️

user: Love you both X ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

user: the world is healing

user: NAH MAN SWEAR THATS CHIPS BOICE COMING IN NOW

LIVE CHAT !

user: i’m actually gonna cry i missed them sm ☹️😭

user: the camera switching to her looking at him with heart eyes after calling him a bellend is so funny GET HER ASS 👏

user: chip is the new an*rew t*te 🙏

user: oh how i missed him calling her lady and missus

user: he’s the leader of the sassy man epidemic oh lord

user: OMG I FORGOT WHEN SHE YSED TO GO ON COFFEE DATES WITH HIS MUM

user: leave my girl and her spotify playlists alone

user: this has literally made my year

user: just in time for y/n’s fall vids

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yourusername mum! mum! i made it! i’m on saving grace!!!!!! (and i figured i deserved at least one pic of chip from the launch x)

user that episode was the funniest thing ever i can’t even i nearly pissed myself when grace pretended to spank u with the paddle 😭😭😭

user mother ur so gorg i’m speechless

user you know the content is gonna slap when y/n l/n is there

user im so obsessed with u pls

user CAL AND CHIP AT THE FUNCTION SIR 👏🙇‍♀️

user best video in youtube history methinks

gkbarry_ loved having you on babe, even if the boss man gatecrashed 🫶❤️

yourusername he doesn’t like feeling left out smh

theburntchip oh alright then

max_balegde ICONIC!!!!!!

user MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user i hope you know that twt is in flames rn

user i gen teared up a bit when you talked about the breakup 🥹

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yourusername self representing by wearing @ ynapparel the past (and every) week 😩🤭 featuring the love of my life & chip ig…

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yourusername oops sorry babe

theburntchip we’re over smh

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theburntchip the fits are fire though 😮‍💨

yourusername as always x

user EATING SLAYING DEVOURING

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user graduated from cuntingtion university with an phd in slaying

nellarose love you bae x

calfreezy chip looking dashing as per usual

theburntchip aye thank you brotha

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user NAHHH HES BRAVE COMMENTING ON THE POST W HER BOYFRIEND

user CENCH GET OUTTA HERE MAN

user SIRENSIRENSIREN Y/N BABY RUN!!!!!

user OH??????

user wait am i missing smth why are we freaking out

user @ user cench has always been lowk flirting with y/n, like she interviewed him at some event last yr and he was being so flirty and obviously she was giving him blank wall back BUT when her and chip broke up he got even WORSE like man was always in her comments tryna chat her up and she entertained it a lil but now the bitch is back and he’s bold

user NAH MAN GTFO WE JUST GOT CHIP BACK IN THE PICTURE WE CANT HAVE U RUINING THAT

theburntchip just posted to their story

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siren song - xavier thorpe

requested: yes! requests: open! Hii! I was wondering if you could please a do an Xavier x f!Reader where maybe they are like best friends but she likes him and he doesn’t realize and he starts hanging around Wednesday more. the reader starts to feel neglected so she basically asks bianca to use her siren powers to make her forget Xavier, bianca is hesitant but she does it and Xavier finds out and it’s really angsty cause like his best friend doesn’t remember him? up to you if the spell can be reversed and if they have a happy ending or not! Thank you sm in advanced :)

A/N: you will not BELIEVE!! how excited i am for this request! im planning on turning it into multiple parts, so we will see how it works out <;33

wordcount: 5,359 warnings: me not knowing anything abt school systems, she/her reader, a small bit of angst, xavier abandoning reader, reader has telekinesis, lots of smaller scenes that are similar to the ones in the show, asking bianca to manipulate you, few curse words part 2

You have been best friends with Xavier for the longest time and you were convinced he shared romantic feelings for you as well. But, when he starts to become head over heels for the new girl and ignores you at the Rave'n, you can only think of one solution. Bianca's Siren Song.

The first half of the semester had passed already, as you were now finally on your break. One week to do anything you wanted which meant you could go back home, but this time, you decided to stay at Nevermore. Xavier mentioned that he wouldn't be going anywhere anyway; his father didn't care if he came by, and to spare himself the trouble, he would just stay at Nevermore and close to his art studio.

So, considering you are his best friend, you decide to also stay. Surely not because you have feelings for him. Though, that might also have weighed in as you made your decision to stay.

"Finally!"

Xavier lets himself fall down on your bed. Yoko had left for the week, leaving you all alone in the big room. You hated being alone for too long, so you invited Xavier over. He was one of the only people that would stay at Nevermore anyway.

"If I had to listen to any more talking about plants, I would have set the classroom on fire," he mumbles as his face is planted in your pillow, making it hard for you to hear what he is talking about.

You let out a laugh before dropping your bag next to the bed. After three hours of Botany, you could also take a break from the subject.

"Hm," you nod, sitting down next to his legs. "Are you down for a trip to Jericho? We can get some drinks and snacks, movie night?"

Xavier immediately looks up, nodding his head before rolling off the bed. It was a 25-minute walk, but the sun was shining and it wasn't too cold, so it wouldn't be that bad.

After two hours you are finally back in your dorm. The shopping had taken a bit longer as both you and Xavier had forgotten to change out of your Nevermore uniforms, resulting in some nasty glares and bad comments from the townspeople.

"Weren't those freaks supposed to be going home?" You look back at the voice, seeing a small group of guys around your age huddled together, snickering and laughing at you and Xavier. The tall boy pulls your arm, trying to get you away from the group. "Come on, they're just assholes. No need to make a fuss," he whispers in your ear. With a deep breath you turn around, but not before making the can in one of the guys' hands fly to the ground as it explodes on impact, soaking the group in the sticky soda. You let out a chuckle before following Xavier back to Nevermore.

After getting some dinner in the Quad, you race upstairs again. Normally, there are no guys allowed in Ophelia Hall, so you had to sneak Xavier in. Luckily you had done that many times before already, and if you were extra lucky, Thornhill would let you go without any hassle.

Your desk gets filled with all the snacks that the two of you had gotten in Jericho. There is so much, that you wouldn't be surprised if it lasted more than only a week.

"All right, so do you vote for an animated movie, action, romance, horror?"

Xavier was busy picking out a movie as you transformed your bed into some type of 'movie watching paradise'. It is filled with enough blankets and pillows to be a bird's nest, but at least it is comfortable and warm. Once the movie is chosen, Xavier scoots in next to you. The bed is meant for only one person, so it was a tight fit, but neither of you acknowledged it. If anything, it made your heart race faster as your cheeks felt warmer. You have had feelings for Xavier for a while now, never knowing if he returned them, though he has never proven that he didn't.

And that is how the week flew by.

Hanging out in either your or his dorm and sometimes even in the art studio. You weren't the best artist, but you would just sit and watch him paint, handing over some drinks and snacks during the day as you worked on your own thing. Then, at night, you would watch a movie or listen to music before dozing off.

Slowly, all the Nevermore students start coming back, and the dorms fill up again. Yoko had also come back, so you stopped sneaking Xavier in for a bit. Not that Yoko really cared, but you thought that she would maybe want to enjoy the room by herself for a bit before you invited him in.

"Oh my God, Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long," Enid squeals, wrapping her arms around you as you finally joined your group in the Quad. "You will never guess what news I have!"

"What is it?"

"I'm getting a roommate!" She cheers. "I have been alone this entire semester, but Thornhill told me that on Monday, I will finally get a roomie!"

Ajax winces, a distraught look on his face.

"You're forgetting the part where she ate her classmate."

Enid rolls her eyes, shaking her head.

"It wouldn't be the weirdest thing at Nevermore. though it is kinda weird... Anyway, it's only a rumor."

You look at Xavier and he only shrugs, a smirk on his face as the two of you look at the bickering between Ajax and Enid. It is only a matter of waiting to see if there will be an actual cannibal in your school or not.

That evening, Xavier invited you to the Nightshade Library to chill there. 'A quiet moment before the shit show starts again,' he had said, and you couldn't agree more. Not to mention that there was only a small group of people who knew how to get into the library.

"Do you think the new girl is actually a cannibal?"

Xavier bursts out laughing before spinning the pencil in his hand.

"I would surely hope not. You know Enid, when she hears a rumor, she writes about it."

That was true. You don't know how she did it, but Enid always knew what was going on in Jericho and at Nevermore. How? No idea. You look up at the pencil that levitates in the air. You had stolen it out of Xavier's bag, mindlessly controlling it as you talked to him about all sorts of things.

"That's true. I'm sure Enid's blog will be full of new gossip in a few days."

"Her mother used to do fencing," Enid mumbles, her mouth full of food. "She killed two kids, not one! She said she didn't keep count, but I don't know if that is true. I feel like she will fit in though."

Ajax looks at her with a horrified look on his face. How does she say that and be so calm about it? He had been face-to-face with the new girl when Enid did a whole tour around the school.

A laugh escapes your lips when you see his expression as you almost spit out your drink. You love how exaggerated the Gorgon is sometimes.

"She also insulted my side of the room! She apparently is allergic to color or something, it's insane. Y/N, does my room look like rainbow vomit?"

You look from Xavier to her, hesitating for a moment before shaking your head. Her room is extremely colorful, but you wouldn't bring it as rude as the new girl.

"No, not at all. I find your room very comforting, actually."

Enid lets out a relieved sigh. She knew it!

You stand opposite of Xavier, your blade in your hand as you are dressed in the white fencing suit. Xavier and you always trained together. You both knew each other so well that the moves were quite predictable, but that is also what made it more difficult.

When you hear another pair of footsteps nearing, you look up. A girl, around your height, enters the room. Also dressed in fencing attire, though hers are dyed as dark as a shadow. You take off your cap, looking at her in confusion before averting your gaze to Xavier. He had also taken off his mask as he looks at the new person.

"Coach! She tripped me!"

"It was a clean strike, Rowan," Coach almost sighs. This has been the fourth time he tried to go up against Bianca, but he never made it.

"Maybe practice some more. I'm sure you will get it," she smirks. "Try again next time, Laslow. Seriously, Coach. When am I going to get some real competition?"

Bianca might be the queen of Nevermore, but she is also the queen in fencing. No one can beat her and it is something she is quite proud of. You never hung out with her a lot, but she is always sweet to you.

"Anyone else want to challenge me?"

You were almost up to it as you had never gone against her before, but the newbie beats you to it.

"I do."

Bianca turns around to face the new girl, a surprised yet amused look on her face.

"Oh!" She exclaims. "You must be the psychopath they let in."

"And you must be the self-appointed Queen Bee," the other girl says, her face clear of any emotion.

"No need to start throwing around names," Bianca raises an eyebrow. "Rowan doesn't need anyone to come to his defense. He's not helpless, just lazy."

"Are we doing this or not?"

Two rounds pass between the girls fencing as they both have one point. You elbow Xavier to try and tell him something, but see that his gaze is fixated on the girl in the black suit. You breathe in deeply before just looking back at the fight.

No masks or tips? Is she insane?

Even though Wednesday is the one to propose the idea, Bianca still scratches her first, a bloody mark apparent on the forehead of her opponent. Another day where Bianca is left as the top in the class.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Xavier huffs, his hair still damp. "I uh- I was stuck in the infirmary."

You were annoyed, but now also worried.

"What? Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?"

"Oh, no! No, you know those gargoyle statues on the roofs? One fell down, almost hitting Wednesday. I pushed her out of the way and then had to bring her to the infirmary. She wasn't even happy with it, she was almost upset about the fact she didn't die."

"What a hero," you joke, a smile on your face as you also feel a pang in your chest.

You don't want to be that person, Xavier is free to spend time with anyone you wish. Maybe it is just your insecurity. But, he is here now. With you.

While Xavier was working on the mural, you just sat with him, handing him a new paintbrush or filling up his paint palette whenever he needed it. When hanging out with him, you never really needed to do something crazy each and every time. You could sit next to him in silence and it would still be considered a good time for you.

"Do you hear that?"

You hum, looking up from your phone. In the distance, you can hear a cello. The source seems to be from Enid's dorm. Or, shared dorm now. Enid couldn't play the cello, so it must be Wednesday.

"Beautiful."

It was time for the Harvest Festival, something you looked forward to for a while. There would be games, food, and music, and you would be spending it with some of your friends.

The field was already filled with groups of people excited for a night of fun. Jericho wasn't necessarily the place to be when it comes to entertainment, so the Harvest Festival was one of the biggest things every year. You walked in with Enid, Wednesday, Xavier, and Ajax as Weems walked right behind you. The lady was intimidating, but you knew that she wasn't there for you.

The principal had sat down on a bench, keeping a close eye on Wednesday as you walked a bit further with your own group.

"Where did Wednesday go?"

Xavier looks around, but the pig-tailed girl is nowhere to be seen. You shrug, the girl seems to be very quiet, so you didn't hear her sneak off either.

"I'll be right back, I will look for her real quick."

Before anyone can reply, Xavier walks off, trying to find the new girl. You look at Enid for a moment before shrugging yet again, continuing on with your adventure at the festival. You could try out some new food maybe, though the hotdogs were always good as well. After spending tons of money on food and drinks, you sat down at a picnic table, Kent and Yoko joining the group as well. After a few minutes, Xavier comes back, sitting down next to you with a huff. You push your popcorn a bit closer to you as he mutters a 'thank you' before stuffing some in his mouth.

"What got you so upset?" Ajax looks at his best friend, sauce stuck on the corners of his mouth.

"Just some normie," Xavier responds shortly, sipping your milkshake before placing it back in front of you.

"If anyone needs to be thrown against a wall, you know who to call," you just grin.

Telekinesis is, in your opinion, one of the most useful powers that you can have. Be it something big like moving a car, to something small like turning off a light when you are just getting comfortable in your bed.

Xavier just stays quiet which makes you stop talking about the subject. Whatever it was, it must have really annoyed or hurt him.

"Xav?" You knock on the wooden door. "Xavier, are you okay?"

You had just heard about Rowan being expelled from Nevermore, though the reason was unknown. Not even Enid knew why the boy got kicked out.

After some shuffling, the door opens. Dressed in a red shirt and grey sweats he awkwardly looks at you.

"You uh- You can come in. There is no one else here anyway," he mumbles, a slight smile on his face.

When he turns around to walk to his bed, you notice some bruises on his arms.

"You okay?"

He only nods before laying down on his bed, patting the place next to him. With a smile you sit down as well, running your fingers over the blue-ish patches on his skin.

"Rowan went a bit crazy," he only whispers. "No need to worry. Movie?"

When you get into your Botany class, you see that your usual seat is already taken. Wednesday sits next to your best friend, sitting on the chair that almost had your name written on it. You breathe in deeply before walking to the back of the class, taking your place next to Bianca.

"What is going on between you two?"

"Nothing," you whisper back. "Xavier is just friendly."

"I doubt Wednesday is impressed by your tricks, mister Thorpe."

You look over at his desk as you see a big spider crawling out of his page, stopping in front of the girl.

"Admit it," he smirks. "You're a little impressed."

One smack was all it took to change the spider into dust, making it disappear into thin air.

"Xavier, sit still!"

The two of you are laughing as you almost sit on his lap, a brush in your right hand and face paint in your left. He insisted that he wouldn't be able to do the makeup for the Poe Cup himself and that you had to help him. You were almost finished, but Xavier got impatient as he moved around.

"Ta-da!"

You push him in front of the mirror before throwing his hat at him. When he puts it on he does some silly faces. The dark makeup around his eyes does really make the blue-green pop. Xavier catches you staring at him as you seem almost mesmerized by his look. He turns around with a smirk, looking down at you before charging at you, making you let out a scream before trying to escape his hands.

"Xavier! Come on, we have to get to our boats!"

You follow Ajax and Xavier outside, meeting up with the rest of the people that were excited about the Poe Cup. Four teams that will compete against each other, though you wouldn't be surprised if Bianca's team won again. Putting Sirens on water? There is simply no other way.

Every boat is painted inspired by an Edgar Allen Poe story, and they all looked amazing.

"Good luck," you whisper to Xavier before he gets into the boat.

"Oh, we will win," he winks before jumping onto his seat and pulling his jester hat down.

The boats take off after the gunshot, some faster than others. You wonder what type of sabotage this year would bring. After only a minute, the first boat crashes already.

All the boats are out of sight as you patiently wait. What is strange to you is that Wednesday participates. Enid even made Wednesday wear cat ears- though you are sure she absolutely despises them. Something about Yoko accidentally eating garlic and the pig-tailed girl taking her place.

From afar you can see a red, black, and yellow boat getting closer and closer to the shore, though the Jokers seem to be slowing down and even- sinking? Oh god, Xavier is not going to like this.

It almost seemed like Bianca would win again, but that is until the spikes go through the side of their boat, ripping holes into it as it slowly fills up with water.

The Black Cats had won, making Enid scream with happiness as she jumps up and down with the Cup in her hands. Oh, you will never hear the end of this. Ajax and Xavier are sitting at a table, both sulking while staring down at the piece of cake that they had gotten. They were so upset with their loss, that they couldn't even take a bite of it.

"You guys did amazing, I am sure that you will win the next cup!"

Xavier only huffs, pushing the cake around with the fork.

Both Xavier and Ajax are extremely competitive, so they took the loss extremely personally. But, you believe in them. You always do.

When Xavier had told you that Wednesday found his private art studio and asked him to the Rave'n, your heart broke a little. Somewhere in your mind, you had hope. Hope that he would ask you to the dance. But he seemed so happy. So happy that the girl that he admired asked him to the dance.

Since then, he barely talked to you. No more movie nights, the seat next to him was always taken by the deadpanned girl, and even during lunch, he would barely say anything. Texts would be left on seen and calls would be ignored.

The news of Xavier basically being dumped for the Rave'n should upset you. And in a way, it does. You knew that he admired Addams, but if she hadn't blown Xavier off, you wouldn't be here right now.

"She just totally messed it up. Sneaked into my studio just to accuse me of the most outrageous shit," Xavier scoffs, his hands running through his hair, almost pulling it out of his scalp.

"Hey," you lean closer to him, taking hold of his hands. "We can go to the Rave'n if you want? At least neither of us will be alone."

Your fingers slowly comb through his hair, taking out some small knots on the way. He only nods, staring down at the floor.

"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds like a plan."

Your outfit matches Xaviers perfectly. His suit was nice and crisp, decorated with a small black ribbon around his neck. You added a ribbon around your wrists and neck, almost acting as a necklace with matching bracelets. You hold onto his arm with a bright smile as the two of you walk through the Quad and towards the Rave'n.

"I'm so happy you got that stain out," Xavier laughs. "Remind me to never eat anything with ketchup when I wear something white."

"I tried to! But you insisted on it," you giggle, greeting Thornhill before entering the prom.

The room is decorated with bunches of white flowers, sparkles, lights, and what seems to be ice sculptures. It is truly a sight.

"Punch?"

"Have anything to spike it with?"

You let out a gasp before elbowing Xavier, shaking your head with a laugh.

"No, but we might be able to get something from Ajax later tonight."

Both of you take a cup of punch, smoke coming out of the cups. It looks kind of intimidating, but at least it tastes good.

You had sat down with Devina, Kent and Xavier, though Xavier is more quiet than usual.

"Are you okay?" You mumble, looking up at him. "Is it Wednesday?"

He turns his empty glass in his fingers, letting out a soft sigh. He doesn't want to be upset, but the feeling of being dumped like that still hurts him in a way.

"Yeah," a smile makes its way on his face. "I'm sorry. I do really like being here with you."

Your cheeks feel warm and your heart feels like it will explode, so you take his hand, softly squeezing it before nodding.

"If you want to leave, you can always tell me."

"Yo!" Ajax hurries over before he taps Xavier on his shoulder. "Check that out!"

Everyone looks over to where he is pointing at. Wednesday Addams. Her gown is black instead of the usual white and she is accompanied by some Normie. Huh, you would never have guessed that that was what she was into.

"Wednesday totally busted out of her cocoon."

It's true. The girl does really pull off the look, even though you never expected her to enjoy the Rave'n. But, to be totally fair, her face looks almost disgusted as she takes in the decorations. Your eyes fall on Xavier, who is back to having barely any emotion on his face as his eyes are just fixated on the Addams girl.

Without any warning, Xavier stands up, walking towards Wednesday as she pours some punch into two glasses. You try and ask him what he is doing, but decide to hold your tongue.

You were so excited that he finally talked to you again after ignoring you for Wednesday. He finally returned to his old self, but the second the darkly dressed girl stepped into the room, it is like you didn't exist anymore. Wednesday herself never did you any wrong, and that is why it makes you mad at yourself. How can you be so annoyed with a girl that has nothing done wrong?

You just wish you were her. You wish you could pull off her hairstyle, be deadpanned, and be intimidating while also being beautiful. But most of all, you wanted the attention that she got from Xavier.

"You okay?" Kent whispers, looking at you with his eyebrows creased.

He spent a lot of time with you while you were being ignored by your best friend, so he kind of knew what was going on. You only nod, averting your gaze down to your empty cup. Did you not mean anything to him? Come on, Y/N. Stop exaggerating, he can have other friends.

When you look back up you see that he is still talking to an uninterested Wednesday.

"I'll be right back," you mumble, picking up the hem of your dress before going through the exit.

The music here is quieter and the lights are dimmed. Even though you can hear the talking and dancing in the room right next to you, you still feel alone. Are you a bad friend for wanting Xavier's attention? Are you being too jealous? Or maybe you are just being too insecure.

You plop down on the couch, letting out a sigh as you stare at your shoes. Your heart wishes that this evening would have gone differently. You could go out and have fun with the rest, yet you sit here, sulking.

It doesn't take long to hear another pair of footsteps.

"Whoever invented high heels clearly had a side hustle as a torturer."

You look to the side, seeing Wednesday pull on her heels. You let out a chuckle, shrugging.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised. You know what they say; suffering tests a woman."

"Speaking of suffering," the girl turns around, looking at you. "Where is your date? I didn't see you and Xavier on the dance floor. But I don't blame you, the music at this dance is appalling."

"We uh- I don't know. He walked off. Haven't seen him since he went up to you."

Wednesday hums, leaning back against the couch as well. If she had to dance one more time, she might start breaking her own legs.

"Wednesday? Can I ask you something?"

"You already are," she states.

You laugh awkwardly before you breathe in. Your hands are shaking, making you feel stupid for asking.

"How... How did you manage to get Xavier's attention?"

She raises an eyebrow, looking at your face. You don't dare to look at her, though. It was already embarrassing for you to ask this question, you don't want to see her judgemental stare.

"If I knew, then I would immediately stop it. He is annoying and only stands in my way," she mutters, rolling her eyes. "Why? You are his best friend, does he not pay attention to you?"

"I wish he did a little more."

A sad smile on your face before you push yourself up, stretching your legs. Wednesday can't help it.

"Well," you nod, looking back at the Rave'n. "You look beautiful today, Wednesday."

As you walk off, you hear her respond.

"Xavier is an incredible idiot for not seeing how disgustingly in love you are."

This evokes a real laugh out of you. It is hard to absolutely hate the girl. But she is right. Then again, maybe you should have said something.

"Yo, yo, yo! Almost eleven o'clockity, so haul it out on the dance floor one last time before the Rave'n says Nevermore!"

Just as you enter, Kent pulls your arm, pulling you onto the floor for the last dance of the evening. You know what? Fuck it. Together with Enid and Kent, you do some weird moves, jumping and swinging your arms to the music.

You don't care anymore. You want to have fun with your friends, and though it would have been more fun with Xavier, you have to accept that he just... Doesn't feel the same.

You look up confused when you feel splatters on your face. Did the sprinklers go off? When you look at Kent, you see that red liquid is dripping down on his face.

"Kent? Are you hurt?"

Before he can answer, the sprinklers turn on fully, coating everything in a layer of red liquid. Is this blood? You look down at your dress and hands which are now stained. What kind of prank is this? People start screaming, trying to hurry out of the room, making you pick up your pace as well. The floor is extremely slippery as you almost fall over multiple times. Where is everyone? Where is Xavier?

As you reach the exit, you see Xavier and Tyler bumping into each other.

"What the hell are you doing, man?!"

"I'm just texting my dad," Tyler looks the guy up and down. "He's on his way. Have- Have you seen Wednesday? I lost her."

"How should I know," Xavier sneers, turning back around to leave already. "She's your date."

"Xavier?"

He looks back at you once before walking off. You pause for a second, frozen in your place before you faintly hear Tyler asking if you're alright.

"I uh- Yeah. Sorry for Xavier."

After you finally washed all the paint out of your hair and off of your skin, you decide that you want to visit Xavier. He was definitely still not doing fine, and though he blew you off, you just had to make sure he was okay. After all, you were still his date today.

Dressed in your pajamas you sneak out of your room and towards the hall that Xavier stays in. He must have showered now as well. You hate to admit it, but even covered in the paint, he was still amazingly pretty.

"Xavier?" You whisper-yell, knocking on the door of his room. "Xav- Can you let me in, please? If Coach sees me here he will kill me."

The door swings open, revealing an annoyed boy hiding behind it. You sneak in quickly as the door closes behind you.

"What?" He asks, biting on his cheeks. He wanted to be alone, yet you are here now.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing," you shrug. "Seeing Tyler after he beat you up can't be too nice."

"I'm doing perfectly fine, thanks."

"Xavier, you and I both know-"

"Stop," he glares down at you. "There is no such thing as you and i."

His tone breaks your heart. What is he talking about?

"How would you feel if the person you like would show up to the Rave'n with some shit normie? Knowing you are stuck there with someone who isn't her?"

"Xavier! She left you for nothing," you scoff. "I have always been there for you. Always! When you broke up with Bianca, when you had to stay here because your father didn't come to pick you up, I invited you to sit with me during the Visiting Weekend-"

"Oh yeah!" He throws up his arms. "You are such a good person, Y/N."

So... sarcastic. Were you really that bad of a friend?

"And why do you even care that much? You are literally just exaggerating! You have been blowing up my phone for no reason knowing that I was busy!"

"Because I wanted my best friend back! You have been so obsessed with Wednesday-"

"So this is about Wednesday?" He scoffs, crossing his arms. "She has done nothing wrong to you! Never! You are just bitching and being mad because she is better than you. Is all of this literally because I like her? Is that why you're mad? Jealous?"

"What if I am?! What if I just want even an ounce of your attention? Wednesday doesn't even like you!"

"Don't," he leans closer to you, gritting his teeth. "Talk shit about her. Leave."

He points to the door.

"Leave!"

The tears that had piled up in your eyes started rolling down your cheeks. Never did the boy talk to you like this, not once in the few years that you have been befriended.

You walk out the door, not one more word said to him as the door gets thrown shut behind you. If only you could find a way to forget about him. Maybe it would have been better if you never met him at all. You knew that you would never be like Wednesday, but were you not good enough?

What if you tried some type of spell or brainwashing? Surely someone in Nevermore has some type of way to make you forget. Even only a small amount of weed from Ajax would help. What if you make Wednesday torture you until you forget? God, you wish you could just say the word and forget-

A word to forget.

Bianca.

You hurry towards the room belonging to the Siren. She knows how you feel. She must help you. You will do anything for her to help you.

"Bianca!" You knock on her door, breathing in shakily as stray tears fall down your cheeks. "Bianca, please."

The door opens slowly, revealing a confused Bianca. A towel is resting on her shoulders and she is also already dressed in her sleepwear.

"Please," you sniff. "Use your Siren Song. Make me forget Xavier. Please."

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piwstri4 · 5 months

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un verano sin ti | ln4

pairing: f1driver!ex!lando norris x fashion designer!ex!reader

summary: you can't seem to find peace after success.

part one - part three

DUSK.CLOTHING

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DUSK.CLOTHING Yet again another successful project! We are very thankful for everyone who attended the show, we hope you enjoyed it at least half as much as we did setting everything up. Spring in a lavender field looks wonderful.

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ynclo thanks to everyone who supported this project!!! i hope we can do something as amazing as this sometime soon, for now cheers to all the crew behind this fantastic runway 🔥💥

user1 i LOVED it, by far one of the most spectacular shows you've done so far guys!!

lukasabbat fire project 🔥🔥

ynclo well i had gorgeous models

lukasabbat the designer didn't fail to surprise

user2 it's amazing how she comes up w everything i love her brain

user3 all she needed was to break up w the vroom vroom guy

user4 I didn't like him either but we should still respect him anyways

user5 well he was the love of her life, let's not trash him around

lewishamilton by far one of your best works, keep up the good job!

DUSK.CLOTHING We will!

ynclo im so happy u liked it!!!!! i told u the field was a good idea

user6 tell me im not the only one who saw her flirt w that one model on the backstage???

user7 she's flirting w him in the comments.....

user8 omg name?

user7 @/lukasabbat

user9 I wish I could have gone!! Looks like a fairytale

user10 im convinced that ever since leaving vroom vroom guy she's been thriving.

user11 I know you have good intentions but please respect them both, he was a very important part of her life

user12 she's what she is bc of him

ynclo

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ynclo la estoy pasando bien no te voy a mentir (pero a veces tu nombre no me deja dormir)

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user1 i love the fact that now all her captions are in spanish

user2 queen behavior tbh bc redacted wont take the time to translate them

user3 now we have insta pages translating them!!

user4 for those wondering: "im doing great not gonna lie (but sometimes your name doesn't let me fall asleep)"

user5 I'm so convinced that it was for him

user6 of course it was for him, they were together for so long

user7 no one's gonna talk about sir mister man in the third pic?

user8 i miss her w l*ndo so much:((

danielricciardo Nice car

ynclo mine or his?

danielricciardo both

user9 yall they were gonna get married at that place 😭😭😭😭

user10 source??

user11 i might be wrong but they said that in a story + posted some pics

user12 could literally be any fucking field you are all delusional

lukasabbat amazing weekend, we should do that more ofter

ynclo waiting for ur call 🫀

lukasabbat wont have to wait too long 😉

user13 i refuse to believe they broke up 11 months ago

user14 I'm still mourning that relationship

user15 i miss my parents....

user16 who's that one in the third pic??

user17 new bf??

user18 is that luka sabbat??

user19 who?

user20 he modeled for her last collection

landonorris

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landonorris I was enchanted to meet you

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user1 cmon say it say it lando SAY IT

user2 i just know he wanted to say please dont fall in love with someone else

user3 not everything has to be about yn...

user4 the girl in the second pic???

user5 ikkk i saw that too!!

user6 yn?

user7 fuck no they're totally different

carlossainz55 I'm still better at golf than you

landonorris If you say so mate🫡

user5 is he grieving or soft launching i dont get it

user6 new gf??

user7 i cant believe he's having another girl

user8 they broke up almost a year ago let it go

user9 man deserves to live his life too

danielricciardo Nice car

landonorris His name's Benito

user10 are you kidding me??

user11 is he @ u know where??

user12 not the same place, it didn't have a golf field

user13 please stop the delusions

user14 we were robbed of lui and benito being siblings

user15 it hurts to remember her say that he was forever a part of her soul and now look at this mess

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ynclo te juro que no me imaginaba lo que se sentía ni lo que sería un verano sin ti.

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user1 he got p2 today, this post was his

user2 she's allowed to move on...

user3 no bc why would she post this the same day of the race after he got p2??? i like to be delusional to think this WAS abt him

user4 so basically the caption says "i swear i didn't imagine what would feel or what would be a summer without you."

user5 in the picture "i wish her good luck, 'cause it's not like anyone can get to you"

user6 thank u for ur services

user7 This IS about him and no one can convince me otherwise

user7 the post the caption the race....

user8 she misses him i just know it

lukasabbat nice summer 🌞🌞

ynclo it always is with you <3

user9 i REFUSE to get over them

user10 we were robbed

user11 go on tell him ERES ARTE

user12 she called him a museum once

user13 i need a thread with all the beautiful things she said to him

arthurleclerc but when i invited u to monaco....

ynclo omg kids shouldn't be allowed to have phones

arthurleclerc ur so funny😐

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landonorris P2 BABYYYY!!!! Thanks to the team for making this possible and to OP81 for making this super special as a double podium. This one's for you.

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user1 THIS ONE'S FOR YOU????

user2 do you remember the "i wanted it on my own but i pictured us together"? yea this is probably how she felt

user3 the way he probably did mean this to be for her... the last time he was on podium was when they broke up

user4 hes seeing someone else please respect them.

user5 i miss her congratulating him in the comments:((

user6 i can't believe it's been 11 months since his last podium!! and now it's double for mclaren!!!

danielricciardo So happy for you!! Totally deserved

landonorris Thanks mate!!!!

user7 at least danny cheered for him..

user8 "I'll never stop cheering his victories"

user9 "may he find love, health and success in his new journey"

user10 "For all he had given to me I'm forever grateful"

user11 "AND WILL ALWAYS HAVE HIM IN MY HEART"

carlossainz55 Congrats champ!

landonorris Thank you Calos!!!!!

oscarpiastri congrats on p2 LN4

landonorris Congrats on P3 OP81

user12 remember when he posted lost my girl but she aint worth the prize? yea it meant a whole year without winning shit

user13 11 months (and 2 days but who's counting??)

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mclarenf1 Congratulations for P2 and P3, Lando and Oscar! Double podium for McLaren today, we're so proud of you guys 🍾 🍾🍾

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ynclo congrats guys!! absolutely deserved💥🎉

mclarenf1 miss u girly!! alpha tauri stole u from us

ynclo the best of both worlds!

user1 miss girly in the comments?????

user2 she also liked and commented on oscar's post,,, i dont like it here anymore

user3 is it really over just like that?

landonorris Let's goooooo

user4 i dont want to get over them

danielricciardo Another spectacular race, keep it up!

user5 do we collectively remember lqndo aiming the champagne to yn EVRYTIME he got podium?? bc i was just kinda expecting him to do that

user6 when he looked at the public and he got sad:(((

user7 wanted it on my own yet pictured us together 😭😭😭😭

user8 i know he's happy but doesn't look like it in the second pic

user9 used the whole bottle on the podium...

user10 she was in 2/3 of the relevant posts abt this... mclaren and oscar but not lando

user11 i was hoping to see her in the likes at least

user12 i think ppl forget that she liked f1 and was a huge mclaren fan even before lando signed w them://

user13 she's back at the paddocks???

user14 only in monza and monaco tho, she said she doesn't have the time to travel as much anymore

user15 and whenever danny wants her there too, she was there today

user16 she was????

user15 with the alpha tauri team yes

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ynclo I'm glad to say that even after all this time I can still let myself create the way I do, it's been three months since my last collection and I decided to take a break before starting again. A lot of things have happened in the last year and I'm still healing but with lots of people I love (and that love me back) by my side; it's not what you asked, but I got my first photoshoot as a model rather than a designer and wish to share it with you... It's a small project I had with @lukasabbat and now we can share it with you all. Please enjoy!

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lukasabbat amazing as always! told you modeling was your thing

ynclo it certainly was something, cant say im gonna take your job

lukasabbat im happy modeling for you then

lewishamilton Beautiful photoshoot and designs! Truly an all-rounder. This is your thing

ynclo thanks dude 😭😭

danielricciardo Great project, next time put more clothes on.

ynclo ur jealous that i can justify being naked on media

danielricciardo I don't need an excuse to be naked on media lol

vogue Next time with us? 😉

ynclo It will be a pleasure! ❤️

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ynclo y solo mírame con esos ojitos lindos (hace tiempo que no envío "buenos días, te amo")

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user1 so it's officially over now?

user2 i hate that she moved on

user3 it was officially over since last year

user4 caption "and just look at me with those pretty eyes (it's been a while since i sent 'good morning, i love you')"

user5 so it was luka sabbat after all

user6 i dont like this but i hope she's happy

lukasabbat yo no te busqué, chocamos en el trayecto

ynclo con tu alma es la que yo conecto

user4 lukasabbat "i wasn't looking for you, we met in the process" ynclo "with your soul i connect"

ynclo girll???

user7 no wonder she looked better than ever

user8 where is the "my soul cant long for someone else"???

danielricciardo Still can't believe he doesn't like fast cars

ynclo me neither 😞😞😞 honestly huge red flag

danielricciardo I'd rather sign with Ferrari if I were you

user9 FINALLY SOMEONE WHO CAN GET HER

user10 I agree!! This man's not only a model but a fashion designer as well, I'm sure she's gonna peak in no time

user11 ??

user12 why is she still dating men??

user13 no hate to lando cuz i respect him but luka looks like he's gonna be good for her

user14 idc who she dates i just hope her designs dont go downhill

arthurleclerc ask him when are we gonna play cod again???

ynclo get away from my man wtf

lukasabbat wanna stream with me tomorrow?

user15 do you think she's happy with him?

user16 cant believe her last interaction w l*ndo was three months ago and it wasn't even w him

user17 they interacted again????

user18 no the didn't, she just congratulated mclaren for the double podium

user19 what do u mean "with your soul i connect"??? girly didn't u say YOUR soul couldn't long for someone else???

user20 let the poor girl date whoever she wants omg😭😭

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landonorris and the best is me

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maxverstappen1 Get P1 then talk bro

landonorris Git P1 thin tilk bri 🙄🙄

maxverstappen1 💥

user1 where's the yn translator when we need them????

user2 fr is he starting to shade her in spanish now??

user3 bet he's asking carlos to translate things for him

user4 the pic is literally a benito song lmao it's called (in english) "wish you the best"

user5 AND THE BEST IS ME OMG

user6 bro mad abt her last post i just know he is

user7 girly hurt him so bad he learnt spanish lmao

danielricciardo Fire song 🔥

landonorris It's on repeat 🫡🫡

danielricciardo Bet it is

user8 not danny shading him😭😭

user9 it took him over a year to acknowledge that she was the best on his life

carlossainz55 I didn't know you liked spanish songs!!

landonorris Only this one

carlossainz55 You should listen to Chayanne

user10 character development?

user11 Focus on winning P1 bestie!! Maybe she'll talk to you then

user12 lando punching the air rn

user13 bet he's getting first place next race only bc of this comment

user14 Took him watching her move on to realize he was an asshole

user15 nice pics, looking hot as usual

user16 cant believe he wants her back????

user17 fr im so sure he'd be happier if they dont get back together

user18 so true yn deserves better

charlesleclerc 🔥🔥

landonorris 💥��

#lando norris fanfic #lando norris smau #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 angst #lando norris au #lando norris angst #formula 1 instagram au #formula 1 social media au

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just had a post pop up recommended with tags like "this is not anti nancy but she should be held accountable for her selfishness more" and im like... what selfishness exactly? like, sincerely, within the canon, what has she done that was selfish?

the only thing i can think of is that once when she was like 15 she invited her friend to a party and then decided to get laid and her friend was then eaten by a monster she had absolutely less than zero reason to believe existed in their town that was so safe Hopper says nobody has even gone missing there since 1923.

she broke up with steve? breaking up with somebody isnt selfish! if you arent happy in a relationship breaking up with somebody is good, actually!

she stood up for herself at her job instead of just dealing with it which is a problem because jonathan also works there and he's poor so she should... what exactly? like please explain what you think she should have done in this situation. there's a whole new mall at this point, also, btw. so there are probably actually plenty of jobs available for high school kids even if they do get fired from the paper. and anyway jonathan DOES call her out for this (despite the fact that he went along with her of his own volition), so if somehow you really do think she did something wrong here she was "held accountable" for it. (he also called her out in season one for the sin of wanting to date a cute boy, so in addition to her friend DYING as a result of that grave selfishness she also was directly called out for it!)

and robin is supposed to hate her and think she's selfish because she "broke steve's heart" even though like a half hour after hearing that she personally witnesses nancy putting herself bodily in the way of a speeding car to try to protect a bunch of kids and then they all take part in the same battle against this giant flesh monster during which they all risk their lives over and over and over. but robin is supposed to perceive her as "selfish" because steve, who does not hold a grudge against her himself even! said she broke his heart.

i just truly do not understand some people's readings of this character. i dare you to look at nancy wheeler for who she actually is and what she wants and not just through the lens of "she made a boy sad though".

#and also give robin more credit like damn #nancy wheeler #i just get so heated #she is literally just trying to live her life

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itgirlgyu · 8 months

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txt if you had explosive diarrhoea (and it is was your fault!) UNSERIOUS*

۫ ִ ﹗ 𓏸 💥 txt!ot5 x gn!reader. ⊹ ݁ 🥛 ⋆ WARNING!!! lots of shit talk as it is a normal part of life!! THIS IS A JOKE!!!

CHOI YEONJUN!

oh he's there for you.

a bit too much than what you would consider appropriately sweet tbh.

he's right there behind you chasing after you when you're running for the toilet just to make sure you're not dropping dead on the way.

he's right there outside the bathroom door assuring you that he'd be there for you even if you end up clogging his bathroom.

he bought a new bathroom plunger anyway he's happy he's getting to put it to a good use because of you.

while you're in there trying to shit as quietly as possible cause you know he has his ears against the door making sure you're not in too much pain.

tries to help you but ends up making it worse by feeding you bananas.

after seeing you take 10 trips to the bathroom in 20 minutes tries to force you to the hospital.

but he stops after you make him get the medicines.

even though he's a little bit overbearing, he makes you feel so comfortable and wakes up with you every time you have to go the bathroom

sitting on the bed all serious with his hands on his chin as if you were performing a surgery in the bathroom.

after you kind of get better, that's when the teasing starts.

dangles spicy food in front of you because you got diarrhoea bc eating too much of it.

chokes on it immediately after.

CHOI SOOBIN.

im not denying the fact he won't be all sweet, and nice, and caring about your dire condition.

which YOU got yourself into.

but I'd be lying if I said he didn't grimace a few times.

because that's only human nature to feel like that when the person next to you is about to shit themselves but that doesn't mean soobin loves you any less.

now you're fighting both for your love and the urge to shit your organs out.

he's outside the bathroom, scratching at the door to explain his side and prove his love for you while you were on the toilet rethinking the course of this relationship.

it would have been kind of dramatic romantic, something out of a movie scene if your ass wasn't on fire.

"not only my ass is burning but my heart is too because of you."

and it gets worse when he brings up if you didn't pig out on those chili ramen this situation wouldn't have transpired to begin with, and then he bit his tongue.

so now after another four violent sessions, sniffling and talking about ending it all, you two finally make up after exchanging some sappy declarations of love and then go to get ice cream.

soobin thinks that this has only brought you together and he's ready to buy adult diapers for you with his own money knowing how expensive diapers can get.

CHOI BEOMGYU.

he'd be concerned about you.

if he wasn't busy laughing his ass off.

you're there fighting for your life and the rights of your asshole that is getting absolutely demolished.

and he's outside the bathroom fighting to get his lungs to work properly because he laughed a bit too hard.

asks your rhetorical questions like how do you even end up in this situation while wheezing

as if he was not the one who instigated you to accept a challenge of eating however many chilli's you could

when you rightfully blame him, he's like,

"oh you could have just eaten one"

that dessert may be worth it but the fear dying while shitting the toilet isn't

and you decide to shove his head into the toilet for putting you in this predicament when you come out of the bathroom for the umpteenth time.

but those threats soon melt away in your throat when you see the arrays of things he has gotten to help you get better

from an assortment of candies that you love to the flowers you've once told you liked the smell of along with all sorts of medicines for your stomach issue.

absolutely doesn't stop making diarrhoea jokes for a number of weeks tho.

you could be arguing about what to watch while having dinner and he would be like,

"oh don't you have somewhere to go? i just bought this couch you know?"

KANG TAEHYUN.

oh he's big mad.

and you're like confused, like taehyun?!? am i not suffering enough?

he's sitting on the end of the bed with his chin on top of his fingers, brooding as though you're giving birth to a bastard child of his.

he's just mad at you for not caring for you health and downing four packets of spicy ramen as though he has had you starved for a few weeks

like have you heard of basic etiquettes?

forget that? does common sense ring a bell?

and now you're sitting on the toilet thinking,

"are these tears bc my bootyhole burning or because taehyun is roasting me goddammit ?"

like this is not the time to ride the ass my bro

but he's also like super concerned that's why he got a little mean because when you come out you see him sweating more than you

got you thinking like

damn is diarrhoea contagious?

and he's gonna take you to the ER and gonna get you to sit through the test and tell the doctor why you are here for and what's the texture of your stool and whose fault is it truly

he thinks shaming you might actually get you to understand your fault

and it kinda does work

but don't worry he's giving you head pats and kisses as he feeds you the medicine.

HUENING KAI.

when you tell him you're having involuntary radioactive missile launched from your asshole

his first response was, "okay let's get you some adult diapers."

kinda weird how it was not to get you to the hospital but you were honestly expecting you a, "EW"

however strange his answer may be, you were sort of fluttered at his suggestion until you realised he actually meant it.

he was already pulling out his wallet and you had to physically stop him and ask him just to get you some medicine

doesn't complain a bit about the smell when he's sitting outside the bathroom door giving you company when you exhaust yourself and collapse in the bathroom.

force feeds you electrolytes while telling you that you will get better soon :(

hes there for you at every step like he's holding your hand as you drink water and now wait for you stomach to stop churning.

he's there wiping the sweat off your forehead with his napkin.

you might as well have gotten on one knee and proposed by the way he was taking care of you.

didn't flinch once when you darted and the smell could make a skunk hang its head in shame.

"it happens baby," he says while patting your head.

you cry.

he takes a picture of you two to commemorate this event that brought you two closer and a reason why yall got married

everyone assumes its a picture from when you were in labour

you always jab his foot when he tries to correct the people

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animeyanderelover · 8 months

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Happy new year! Im a new follower so Im sorry if i did this wrong.

May i please request for Generation of Miracles [KnB], Benimaru [Fire Force] and Ushijima [hq] all Yandere, with s/o who doesn't really mind their yandere behavior? Even sometimes likes it? But except for their violent part that thei hate so much.

Thank you and please do enjoy your New Year!

I feel like it's been way too long since I've written for Haikyuu and Kuroko no Basket.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, delusional thoughts, manipulation

I don't really mind, you know?

Wakatoshi Ushijima

🦅I mean, Wakaoshi is delusional and for that oblivious to the wrongness of his feelings but he is quite intimidating and intense so perhaps you don't have too much of a hard time pinpointing him down as a Yandere. Luckily you don't mind it for the most part, even though you are smart enough to realize that discussing this topic with him would lead nowhere, simply because this man would never consider his own feelings as something unnatural. Perhaps that's a testament to his own cluelessness regarding love in the first place. It's still quite important to set some boundaries though because if you don't tell him when to stop, Wakatoshi will pretty much see your nonchalant behavior as a confirmation that he's doing everything right. So if you don't like him towering over you and knocking someone's air out of their lungs with the sheer intensity of his glare alone, you'd better let him know. I'm sure he'd be considerate enough to try to adjust his behavior a bit to make you more comfortable, especially since you accept everything else otherwise with such calmness.

Tetsuya Kuroko

👤Kuroko is lucid and rational enough to know that normally people would be scared when finding out that he's an obsessed stalker so he makes an effort to keep it a secret from his lover. Apparently he doesn't know anything though because you don't seem to mind it that much after all. It's just a bit weird and he's almost more concerned than you are and this confusion makes him act more cautious around you for a while. He's just silently observing you for a while, pondering if you really mean that. When he eventually comes to terms with the fact that you truly mean what you say, he relaxes and feels a sense of relief wash over him. In return for your acceptance, Tetsuya starts trusting you a lot more, although he's never been the overly controlling partner in the first place. Both of you can mutually agree though that Tetsuya shouldn't resort to violence, the only condition you set up for him. The blue-haired boy feels like he owes you anyways for almost flawlessly accepting his obsessive side so he feels like he should try all the harder to fulfill you your sole wish. Overall he feels like both of you get a lot more closer to each other since he now keeps less secrets from you.

Ryōta Kise

✨Deciding to not mind Kise's overwhelming antics is an achievement in itself which only unlocks the worst in the boy in return. Obviously Kise is very possessive and delusional, he's arrogant to the point where he believes that you'll just accept him easily because everyone else adores him too. He interprets your dismissive and nonchalant behavior as confirmation of that, acts all smug about it and steps up his clinginess in return. Honestly, he adores the way his s/o accepts the serious intrusion of their privacy and his clingy and affectionate behavior in private and in public and Ryōta starts doting on you a lot more in return as he finds your antics very sweet. He can get away with almost everything he desires and he loves that but the only flaw would be that you don't really enjoy his possessive and jealous demeanor. A pretty big flaw considering that Kise is prone to those feelings, a terrible attention-seeker who feels like he's the only one you should pay attention to. Here you should navigate carefully since Kise is an entitled individual who will feel quickly insulted if you try to tell him that you want him to step back a bit with his threatening and jealous ways.

Shintarō Midorima

⭐Midorima on the one hand intends to respect your wishes and your privacy, on the other hand he's so fixated on the fact that you must be someone who destiny has made specifically for him due to his superstitious antics that his obsession can't help but flare up. Those are difficult times, especially in the beginning for him but then something rather surprising but not at all unpleasant happens which would be the fact that you actually don't feel bothered by his possessive and sometimes controlling antics. At times you even find it somewhat endearing and that just surprises Midorima a bit. Well, at least until he starts considering that this might be why all of his horoscopes have indicated that you're the right one for him. It would make sense now that he thinks about it, that you'd accept and love him even with his sometimes downright ridiculous antics. It's very reassuring to think about it and in return he allows you to get away with a lot more than he'd usually do as he has even more faith in you. Similar to Kuroko, Shintarō will also do his hardest to avoid any violent and manipulative actions against others to respect your only complaint regarding his behavior.

Daiki Aomine

💙Just being lucid doesn't necessarily mean that one has to feel guilty and Aomine is someone like that. He's very aggressive regarding his feelings and doesn't really plan to better himself unless he realizes that he's seriously scaring his darling. But what if his darling simply accepts his possessive, clingy, overprotective and touchy demeanor? Then it's all pretty much a free game with Aomine but in either case, this just means he won't pull back with his emotions at all. It's very cute in his mind that you're almost pliant when it comes to his antics, it's even thrilling in a couple of ways and Momoi ends up as the only one who would be slightly concerned that neither you nor Daiki necessarily care much. A little bit discretion wouldn't hurt, you two. If you don't keep Daiki on the leash though, he's free to lash out and scare everyone who gets on his nerves and makes him jealous. Perhaps that's where you should step in and stop him or otherwise he'll never learn how to hold properly back at all. His temper is not the easiest to hold back when it comes to his darling but he's at the very least considerate enough to try to hold back if it makes you happier with him.

Atsushi Murasakibara

🍭This 6' 10 feet tall baby will totally get the wrong message if you decide to shamelessly tolerate his behavior as much as you do. His decision to just push on with what he's already doing, clinging to you like a huge leech and demanding your attention as vehemently as he does. Honestly, his teammates are surprised that you handle his childish antics as good as you do and go even as far as indulging him in it, coddling him at times and cooing over his demeanor at times. You find him oddly cute, even with his immense height and unbelievable amount of strength. It's just sweet to see someone who so many others would see as intimidating and scary cuddling up to you and asking you to feed him with sweets. You keep him addicted by indulging in his obsession and Murasakibara in return only wants more. Admittedly, he can be very moody when he doesn't get from you what he wants but it isn't really difficult to make it clear to him that you'll accept everything except him hurting others because you know that he can't stand if you show him the cold shoulder and are angry with him.

Seijūrō Akashi

🏆Akashi is an even better example of someone who is fully aware of the abyss of their own emotions but decides to not care at all and is one reason why he's particularly terrifying. Nevertheless though, he goes the polite route at first and courts his s/o the normal way. He doesn't trust his darling blindly when he notices that they are relatively chill whenever his possessive or controlling side reveal themselves and instead accepts them quietly. You don't have to tell it to him, he'a already caught on to the fact that you know about his obsession and he knows that you know too. Akashi doesn't limit your freedom though as he decides to just keep a watchful eye out for you and see how you act in your daily routine. It doesn't take long though until he realizes that you don't put on an act and in fact really don't mind this at all, at times you even weirdly enjoy it. That's the point where Akashi actually talks with you about it, quite amused by the fact that you so serenely deal with this topic. He doesn't just abuse that fact though and pushes even more on you, in fact he actually pulls back his controlling antics, quite pleased by this. His violent behavior though, let's see how that turns out since nuisances will be removed.

Shinmon Benimaru

❤️‍🔥Benimaru is quite possessive but it's harder to notice since he has such a nonchalant exterior but even if it takes him a bit of time to realize, at one point he becomes quite aware of his obsession. Honestly, he's ready to do his best to hide it from you but then he figures out that you, his darling, is surprisingly chill with his clingy and possessive behavior and suddenly he's cool with it too. Ultimately both of you are so easy-going with it all that it's almost more concerning than before but Benimaru is merely adapting to your own thoughts and feelings. If you're so lax about his obsession, he doesn't see the need to make an needless drama of it when both of you can just enjoy life together. In a way it feels like he has a burden less on his shoulders now since he doesn't need to keep anything a secret from you anymore and can actually indulge in his feelings. That includes him just clinging a lot more to you than he'd normally would but you seem to even enjoy it so he doesn't have any plans to pull back at all. You don't have any problems negotiating with him that you despise violent behavior against people though since as a Fire Fighter Benimaru's job is to protect his citizens.

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lxvebun · 9 months

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Habits of my heart ♡

synopsis: they finally come back to you after going radio silent for a few days<3

content: Dabi/Hawks x gender neutral reader. Hurt+comfort. Around 500 words per character Kissing. Not caught up on current events. They are both fine :,) Reader wears their clothing. Hawks lifts reader up. Chubby reader friendly bcs I said so. When do they ever wear tight fighting clothes anyway?? Use of nickname Doll/dove/sweetheart. Not completely proofread lmk if there are any annoying mistakes. Eng is not my first language. I hope you enjoy!

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⁎⁺˳✧༚ Dabi ໒꒱.

it's not a rare occurance for Dabi to vanish for a few days. It's not something he enjoys doing either, but when there are a bunch of rookie cops and new pro heroes that are trying to climb the ranks hot on his heels, coming back to you, back to the safe haven that is your home is not an option.

the apartment is far more colder without him, the lack of his warmth, his fire that despite it's destructive nature he's only ever allowed to warm you, only aids in making you miss him more. It's not doing wonders for your tendency to overthink either. You know that Dabi can handle himself, he's been doing this for years but you still worry about him. Is he okay? did he get hurt? did he overuse his quirk? did his past finally caught up to him? you guess it's only natural to worry about the one you love, but it's cruel how your mind conjures up crystal clear images of your boyfriend laying bleeding in a dark back alley. So sitting on your painfully empty bed, you search for any piece of the comfort he radiates and reach for the next best thing, one of his white (although slightly burned at the sleeves and collar) shirts.

His scent is barely there and it's not as warm as the ones he usually gives to you, but it's enough for the racing thoughts to calm a little and with that you turn the volume of your phone's notification up all the way, scoot to his side of the bed and try your best to lull yourself to sleep with the hope of seeing him soon

it's about 1 am, when you finally managed to doze off, that your phone goes off. Any traces of frustration from being awakened by the loud noise disappears once you see his name pop up. It's a short text, saying nothing more than "im on my way home" but it's enough. he's alive, he's coming back to you

you're not gonna catch any sleep now, so you might as well wait up for him and cook his favorite meal. You don't even want to think about all the meals he's skipped or junk he ate while he was gone >:(

only 30 minutes pass before you finally hear the familiar foosteps walking down the hall, Dabi doesn't even get the chance to knock because you have already opened the door and crushed him into a hug. Your voice comes out muffled by his jacket but he can make out the mumbling to be I missed you

"I missed you too, doll" he whispers as he gently presses a few kisses to your forehead and cheeks, and a bit clumsily since he's still wrapped in your embrace, guides you back inside your appartment.

God, is it good to be back home. if it didn't hurt so much he's sure his eyes would start to water from happiness.

it's not until you (much to his dismay) let him go to make him a plate that he notices the shirt you're wearing and he can't bite back the smile on his lips

"maybe I should leave more often if you're going to look that cute in my shirts >:)" he's joking of course, but the thought alone is makes you grumpy. The annoyed look you shoot at him is adorable<;3 lock him out next time

"I'm kidding, don't look so sad! you know I can never stay away from you for too long"

Hawks under the cut:3

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Hawks໒꒱.*

it's part of his job, you knew what you were getting into, he's an amazing pro hero that can fight his way out of anything, are the mantra's you repeat to yourself throughout the day when hawks has to go radio silent for a mission. It surprisingly doesn't happen too often, and when it does it's no more than a day or two. but this time, he has fallen off the planet for a week now and with everyday that passes where you don't receive a text from him telling you he's on his way back, the anxiety and paranoia creeping inside of you increases

every small thud on the window has your head snapping towards it in hopes that it's him (your neck is already starting to go sore), every footstep in the common hallway has your heart fluttering in hopes that he's about to walk through the front door, only to falter when the footsteps pass your door, every thud in the night, every creak of the house settling has you thinking it may be him sneaking into bed with you and you're already preparing yourself to feel the comforting and warm embrace of his arms around you and a loving kiss press to the back of your neck, only to never have that happen and doze off in the meantime

whats even worse is, say something did happen to him, something you don't dare to utter out loud or spend more than a few seconds thinking about, you wouldn't even know about it. You would find out with the rest of Japan if something bad happened to their numer 2 pro hero as if he was just that. Not someones bestfriend, not someones lover, just another fallen hero

no one knows about you and him, it's better that way, safer that way, he keeps reassuring you with a few loving forehead kisses. It would kill him if the wrong people found out about you and went after you just for loving him

hugging one of his shirts tighter around you, ignoring the cold air kissing your skin through the holes in the back for his wings, you lay on the couch in the living room, the only light source being the tv playing your comfort movie and a candle on the coffee table, your hands keep themselves busy with some old red feathers you fished out of the pillows and creases of the couch. They have long since lost their power and the red colored has dulled, but they are reassuring regardless and manage to ease the anxiety in your heart just a little

You're not paying a lot of attention to the movie anymore, you're to busy with your own thoughts and trying to find any more hidden feathers between the pillows and even under the couch. Finally getting your hands on another one, you fail to notice how this one is still bright vibrant red instead of the old faded ones.

"that tickles you know :>"

seems like you also failed to notice the door unlocking. Pls y/n get a guard dog

" you should really be more aware of your surroundings when i'm not here, dove"

"keigo!"

luckily for you hawks is quick on his feet and manages to catch you when you jumped into his arms. His wings wrap around you on instinct, aiding in holding you as close to him as possible and keeping you safe. It's all to overwhelming the quick drop of anxiety, being able to hold him in your arms, his warmth, his scent, his voice, it's difficult to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

you can feel a warm hand cradling your face and your tears being kissed away as hawks sits down on the couch with you still in his arms.

"don't cry sweetheart, I'm sorry for leaving you for so long. I missed you too" his voice comes out strained, you can tell he's holding his own tears back as well.

"just hold me for a bit"

and he does, for the entire night up until sun rise you're still craddled in his arms, his wings are still wrapped around you and you're whispering sweet promises to eachother, and sharing even sweeter kisses until you fall asleep, safe and sound in each others embrace

#bnha drabble #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #mha x gender neutral reader #mha x gn!reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero x reader #boku no hero x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #soft dabi #dabi headcanons #hawks x y/n #hawks headcanons #dabi imagine #hawks imagine #hawks x gender neutral reader #dabi x gender neutral reader

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girlylukehughes · 10 months

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peace

part three of the folklore hockey fic!

warnings: implied smut(no real smut)

part one, part two. part three, part four

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y/nhughes: But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm, if your cascade, ocean wave blues come."

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_quinnhughes: i feel like i missed something.

—y/nhughes: quinn when he doesn't use instagram or read the family groupchat

——_quinnhughes: …

_quinnhughes: anyways... happy for you ig!

—y/nhughes: thanks quinnifer😁

markestapa: we’re so cute

—y/nhughes: the cutest

——lhughes06: im gonna vomit

———y/nhughes: vomit butterflies and rainbows right? because we are sooooo cute

————lhughes06: no.

user1: the way he looks at her i'm on the floor

edwards.73: still no photo creds i see how it is. next time i'm posting incriminating evidence.

—y/nhughes: markestapa should we be scared?

——markestapa: i don't think so????

———edwards.73: y/nhughes markestapa yes.

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markestapa: And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches, give you my wild, give you a child — give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other.

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lhughes: MY EYES WHAT THE FUCK

lhughes: GET THIS OFF MY SCREEN

dylanduke25: luke is sitting with his head between his knees and is pulling his hair out

—y/nhughes: send pics

———markestapa: please do

jackhughes: WOAH WOAH WOAH BACK THE FUCK UP

—y/nhughes: go away

y/nhughes: when he listens to folklore and gets it >>>>

—markestapa: only for you

——y/nhughes: mwah mwah mwah mwah

_quinnhughes: jackhughes never send me this shit again i need to go bleach my eyes and call my therapist.

_quinnhughes: also y/hughes i will call mom.

—y/nhughes: mom follows both of us she's already seen it. ur threat = empty

——_quinnhughes: i hate you.

edwards.73: my final straw. incriminating evidence being posted in 5 minutes.

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edwards.73: here's an explanation for each photo:

pic 1: y/nhughes and markestapa fucked up by not giving me photo creds

pic 2: video footage from the ring doorbell after their first date(luke learn to check the cameras) y/n actually ended up kicking mark in the face on accident. mark told the team he got jumped.

pic 3: y/n stole these from lhughes06 closet at the lake house and made us break into the park.

pic 4: me and y/nbff helping y/n break into marks room at the soph house. once again, luke learn how to check the cameras.

pic 5: y/n asked mark if she could do his make up. he happily obliged and got mad when i didn't say he was pretty.

pic 6: y/n and mark plotting how mark is going to get out of the lake house before me and luke got back because he wasn't supposed to be there for another day. luke i swear to god look at your surroundings.

pic 7: this one i'll probs get in trouble for, but, this how i found out about y/n and mark. he came back from their "tutoring session" like this. y/n girl, cut your nails.

pic 8: peace out bitches. give me photo creds next time there's more where this came from.

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y/nhughes: what the actual fuck

—y/nhughes: markestapa i think we have a stalker

——markestapa: jesus christ ethan

y/nhughes: also no i will not cut my nails mark likes them

lhughes06: this is MY last straw. how long have they been together for fucks sake.

dylanduke25: holy shit he actually did it

rutgermcgroarty: ethan i think you have a problem

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#mark estapa #umich hockey #folklore hockey fic!#mark estapa x reader #umich fic #umich imagine

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crimsonji · 1 year

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*slides into your asks* KAZ KAZ KAZ!!! HIIII!! I SAW YOU TAKING REQUESTS FOR SCARA??? Well I have a crack-ish idea xD could i request him together with a very oblivious crush? I want to see him pulling his hair out in frustration at when the reader can't read the room or like:

“where u flirting with me?"

“idiot. Ive been trying to do so for months.”

-kinda vibes 😂😂😂 tho dont force yourself if u cant write these~ I understand SO HAVE A GOOD DAY AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELD UEUEUEUE!! ILY /p

- Jade 👻

୨୧ wanderer has a crush but reader is oblivious

ft. wanderer x gn!reader

cw: fluff, wrote this in 40 mins brainrotting lmao, wanderer calls you stupid, gave up on formatting bcus IM TIRED

>> 🍁 kazuha’s musings : augh I cannot will myself to draw rn so this is like the perfect ask I can use to word vomit. anyways YES OBLIVIOUS X OBV INTO THEM IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER.

Wanderer has already signed his death wish once he accidentally fell head over heels for you, and it’s so frustrating how every single thing you do is so breathtaking to him—and he doesn’t even have a breath to begin with.

He’s so torn up about his feelings, a part of him wants to know how you feel about him, if you also stay up on cold nights wondering how your warm hand would feel against his cold skin, or the events of his travels with you replaying in his mind until he ultimately falls asleep.

Maybe he’ll never know that, because unfortunately for Wanderer, you’re the biggest idiot he’s ever met in his life. When the wanderer had accepted his newfound feelings for you, the only way he knew to react was to treat you with a meaner attitude. Yet his mannerisms were different—maybe even caring at times?

He has a habit of insulting people due to his huge superiority complex, but Wanderer just insults you whenever you do anything he finds attractive. Like, “Why are you smiling so much? It looks stupid on you.” or “What, are you just so happy to be in the presence of a creation the equivalent of a god? Wh— you are? …Shut up already, lowly human.”

His mean comments tread on the line of flirtatious overtime, and he grimaces whenever you just brush it off as his usual bitter personality. He’s weirdly good at finding back-handed ways to compliment you, “Your cooking tastes good, I bet I could do better, though.” and it pisses him off when you give him the same oblivious look every time—you idiot, when will you realize he adores every single thing about you?! Not like he’s been very apparent himself, though…

One time the Wanderer had picked some flowers and almost shyly handed you to them, anxiously waiting for your reaction as he held out the Sumeru roses in front of you “Hey, you like flowers, right? …Since you’ve done so much for me, here… ?! Why are you just gawking at me like that—? Take it already or I’m throwing them away.” Yet your response made the Wanderer want to dissolve right then and there, smiling and taking the bouquet from his hands, Wanderer nearly shivering at the faint contact of your fingertips against his.

“Thank you, Wanderer.”

“…Idiot.”

Oh archons, Wanderer’s really dug himself into a hole. And what’s even more frustrating is that you don’t even see any romantic intentions in the random flowers he gives you, something that had became a daily occurrence. But no way in hell was Wanderer gonna swallow his pride and straight up TELL you he likes you, he’d rather die than do that.

Tbh the progression of how much more romantic or affectionate his actions become is almost depressing to see, the only thing Wanderer receiving is a tilt of the head and a cute smile—not like that wasn’t enough of a reward for him, anyway, but those stupid horribly enchanting eyes of yours gave away how dense you were being to his feelings!!!!

At some point all of this has just been bubbling up under the surface of his chest, so on one fateful night, some of the Wanderer’s feelings finally slip past his lips. You had set up a campsite for the night, the calm fire that gurgled and popped emitting a kind warmth and light that perfectly reflected off your features—you looked really pretty right now, you always did. These thoughts regularly came to Wanderer’s mind, and he used to adamantly push them away, but he’s long accepted this horrible thing called ‘affection’— so these bubbling thoughts continued to drift and be pondered upon his mind.

“…You’re pretty.” he whispers

He watches you perk your head, turning to the man with wide-eyes from where he sat a reasonable distance away from you. “Huh?”

Wanderer scoffed, repeating himself louder this time “I said—you’re pretty.”

You paused, lips parted but the words fell dead on your tongue. He narrowed his eyes at you, he wasn’t gonna confess, not today, but he’s sick of seeing that dumb look on your face all the time.

“…Thank you?” he only grimaced more at your usual response.

“You know what I mean when I say that, right?”

You shook your head “Not really, but I’m glad that you don’t hate me as much as you used to.”

Now it was his turn to pause, that same dumbfounded look now on his face. Since when did you think he hated you? “Idiot, who said I hated you? I’m the same level as an omnipotent god, I could have discarded you a long time ago… and besides…”

“Besides what?”

The Wanderer bit his lip, why is he hesitating? Is he scared? No, no, that can’t be, you’re just a lowly human, is all, a beautifully wonderful human… “You’re, well, not horrible to talk to, and even if you act stupid sometimes I—

—I guess that’s what makes me so attracted to you.”

…

“Are you flirting with me?”

Holy shit. A part of Wanderer just wanted to take back everything he just said from how dumb you sounded, but holy shit! You noticed, finally. He couldn’t help the wide smirk when he got a taste of what you looked like when you were blushing, the red tint blooming across your cheeks. He chuckled, leisurely crossing his leg over and folding his arms smugly;

“Have been for the past few months, but thanks for noticing.”

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #[💌] letters of songbird #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #wanderer genshin #wanderer x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin

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alwritey-aphrodite · 9 months

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hiiii!!! if it’s not too much to ask could i request roy kent and 45 from the hand handling prompt list (comparing hand sizes and lacing them together) as maybe where they have a crush on each other (but not yet dating) and reader asks roy to compare hand sizes to flirt 👀👀 (totally not something i would do haha definitely 🫣🤭) ANYWAY thank uuu ur writing makes me so happy and im so glad to see u becoming more popular <3

Thank you so much!! I went in a bit of a different direction but I hope you still enjoy it <3

It was one of those days where you hated absolutely everything about yourself. You hated the sound of your voice, the way your hair looked, the way your face looked, how your clothes fit, the quality of your work, the way you decorated your office. If there was something to hate, you were hating it.

These moods happen sometimes, and you know you just need to grin and bear it, need to let your emotions work their course instead of fighting against them. Still, you were in a shitty mood and were feeling shitty about everything, including your inability to suck it up and confess your feelings to someone.

So much for feeling your emotions.

“God, I have giant man hands,” you pause in your typing to stare down at your hands, turning them this way and that to see how they looked in the lighting. Really, you were talking to yourself and had forgotten that Roy had settled himself into your office for some peace and quiet that you practically jump out of your skin when he talks.

“No you don’t,” his voice is as gruff as it usually is, but you can tell he’s not upset or angry, “I have man hands, yours are perfectly sized.”

“You’re just saying that to be nice,” you groan, spinning in your office chair to face him.

“When have I ever said anything just to be nice?”

To you, it’s a rhetorical question, but Roy knows he’s said plenty of things to be nice to you. He’d never lie to you, not unless it was vital to your happiness or survival, but he’s definitely reigned himself in sometimes when it comes to his brutal honesty. He knows he can come across as rude, and the last thing he wants is for you to think he doesn’t like you when the complete opposite is true.

“See,” you hold your hand up as you roll towards him in your chair, “I have giant man hands.” Roy gets the hint and holds his own hand up so you can press the palms together to prove your point. Instead, the opposite is affirmed as Roy’s hand dwarfs your own, so much so that he could probably fold his fingers over yours.

“See?” He responds, and you know he’s smiling only because of how much time you’ve spent together. Your hands are still pressed together, palm to palm, and neither of you are making any moves to pull apart. There’s a small, trouble-making part of your brain that tells you to lace your fingers together, and you’re not sure why but you do.

It’s a perfect fit, your hand in his, and after a few seconds where nothing happens Roy folds his fingers down too, so you’re really holding hands. You just sit there, arms outstretched and fingers interlocked and neither of you saying anything until Rebecca bursts in to ask you a question and the two of you pull apart like you’d been burned by fire.

You spend the rest of your day thinking about how perfectly your hand fits in his, how wonderful it felt to touch him like that, and you have no idea that he’s been thinking the exact same thing.

#roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent x you #roy kent fanfiction #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #500 follower extravaganza!!

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stilespeters · 1 year

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SALVATION (series)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

pairing: colin zabel x reader

words: 3501

A/N: sooo i had this idea in my head and I’ve written it out. I haven't written a lot the past year, but now that i joined the evan train, i thought: why not.

It's a crossover AU of mare of easttown and ahs cult, where Kai Anderson is the bad guy:) The first chapter is more of an introduction so im sorry if it’s a bit boring. Reader will meet Colin in the next chapter. If things go as planned, there will be around 12 chapters. I got 9 chapters planned out already. If the chapter is too long then I'll shorten it, feedback is always appreciated:)

Anyway, lmk if u like it. I have fun things planned. Otherwise it’s also fine. Happy new year btw!

summary: 7 years after the reign of terror caused by Kai Anderson, a detective is called to Brookfield Heights to solve a string of murders. In the meantime, a girl who struggles to find her place in the world, tries her best to move on from an incident that happened years ago.

warnings: description of violence, swearing

Part 1: the ice cream man

“This is the third one in two weeks.” Crime scene investigator Janssen explained to Detective Colin Zabel. They both looked at the crimson smiley face that stared back at them inside of a home in Brookfield Heights, Michigan. It was dark outside, and the red and blue hue of the police cars were lighting the room.

“Next door neighbors recalled hearing commotion at around 11 in the evening. The neighbors tried to call the victim’s cell phone, but there was no answer. They called the police at 12:13 who arrived at the scene at 12:34. They did a welfare check but no one opened the door. After calling for reinforcements and forcing their way in, they found the bodies of Marie Allen and Bernard Allen in the living room,” he explained. “The fibers on the chair indicated that Bernard was tied up before his death, which matches with the marks on his wrists. Marie’s neck was bruised and they both got stabbed in the chest. ”

“Any signs of forced entry?” Colin asked, but Janssen shook his head. “The front door was locked. The window on the second floor was open, but it’s impossible to reach, since there is no way to climb in from the outside. Another window on the first floor bathroom was open as well, but it only opened 10 inches. However, the door that leads to the backyard was ajar, and there were also footprints visible on the mud in the backyard.”

“Has the podiatrist examined it yet?”

“He’s on his way.” Janssen planted his hands on his hips as he analyzed the smiley on the wall again and narrowed his eyes. The nose of the smiley was smeared. “What kind of sick fuck do you have to be to finish what someone else started.” Colin raised his eyebrow.

“Started?”

“In 2016 the terror happened. Councilman Kai Anderson started a group called fear is truth. They wanted to spread fear amongst the residents of Brookfield Heights by leaving a mark; the smiley face. If it appeared in your home, it meant that you were next to be targeted by Kai, which meant you were next to get killed,” He continued. “They began their spree on October 11th. They killed 5 people in 3 months time, and they went on to kill another 4 people after that.”

Colin remembered hearing about it on the news. The man who confessed to 11 murders in total including a few of his own loyal followers, gave him chills along his spine. His charisma and intelligence made him menacing and when Colin saw him speak in a court video, it made him very uneasy. At first glance you wouldn't think he was a dangerous man.

“What stopped him eventually?” He inquired and Janssen stepped aside for a forensics photographer who wanted to get through.

“Kai and his gang targeted the wrong people. A teenager who was smoking upstairs set the house on fire whilst Kai and the others were busy killing her parents. She managed to stab one of Kai’s followers, and as he bled out, Kai left him for dead and shot him, but he managed to survive. After his recovery he demanded immunity if he were to rat out Kai and the rest. Turns out he had physical evidence of the crimes Kai and his group had committed. The surviving girl and the ex-member of Kai’s group testified against him and it was enough to lock him and his followers away for good.”

Colin felt bad for the girl. She must’ve been traumatized. She was only a teen at that time. Losing one parent is already hard enough, but losing both of your parents at the same time is something that must be devastating. Especially when it was at the hands of a sociopathic sadist.

“We did find traces of DNA,” Janssen said. “They’re running it through the database right now but it could take a while to find a match, probably 2 to 3 days.”

“Good,” Colin said and he looked at the smiley face again.

“You really think the people who did this are finishing what Kai started? Like some worshippers? They don’t look like amateurs to me.”

Janssen looked puzzled as he sucked his teeth.

“The man who got immunity for ratting out every one of the group might have left someone out, although that is not most likely. The profiler should be here soon, so he can answer your questions better than me.”

Colin nodded and Janssen looked outside. That’s when he saw a man pull up the crime scene tape. “Speak of the devil. I’ll be right back. The sooner it’s done the earlier I can go home to my wife.” He patted Colin’s back and walked to the front door.

Colin also wanted to go back to his motel room. He awoke 20 minutes prior, and immediately rushed to the crime scene.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn't exhausted, but he knew that this was a huge step up in his career. Plus, he already drunk a cup of coffee on the way to the crime scene, so he’ll manage.

Colin looked at the window and saw that a few people from the neighborhood were gathered at the other side of the pavement. He figured that it was best to see if they witnessed anything. He walked outside and a patrol officer pulled up the tape for him.

He approached an older woman who had a concerned look on her face. Her eyes were red and puffy and her glasses were pushed to the far end of her nose. It was obvious that she had just awoken, due to her bathrobe that was wrapped around her body, and she shivered.

“Hello ma'am, my name is Detective Colin Zabel,” Colin said and the woman frowned in worry.

“Oh lord, do I have to provide a statement or something? You people scare me, my husband used to be one of you. I live over there,” she pointed at the house around the corner. “I just woke up to loud noises outside and saw a bunch of people at Marie’s house.”

“It’s alright, I just want to ask a few questions,” he reassured.

“Did something bad happen to Marie? If there’s this many of you it must be bad, right? Is it the same person who killed a couple and an older couple a few weeks ago? The one who leaves those creepy paintings? I read it on the news.” Her voice was shaky and she pushed her glasses back up her nose bridge.

“We don’t know precisely, but we're doing everything we can to catch the person who did this. He won't get away, we’ll try and make sure no one else gets hurt.” She let out a sigh and she rubbed her forehead.

“I trust your word, youngman.”

She gave a weak smile, to which Colin grabbed a notebook and a pen from his pocket.

After Colin asked the woman several questions, she tried to answer them as best as possible. He tried to write the most useful information on the notepad, but the woman spoke really fast which made it hard for him to keep up.

“I remember hearing a car or something, was it at 10 pm, or was it 11pm? It could be between 10 and 11. I don’t know exactly-”

“-Grandma?” A voice interjected and Colin looked down to see a girl dressed in a pink pajama, rubbing her eyes while holding a teddy bear. Whilst Colin talked to the woman, he hadn't noticed a child coming up to them. “Adelaide honey, go back to bed.” She tried her best to not sound panicked but she couldn't help it. Her granddaughter shouldn't have to see a crime scene unfold.

“Is that the ice cream man?” The girl’s eyes studied Colin’s face and she smiled widely as she pointed at him. Colin couldn't help but smile back. A child's innocence was one of the purist things on earth. He often wished that they would keep their innocence forever and not get stained by the cruel world.

He crouched down to her height and his hands were on his thighs to hold him up.

“I’m a detective,” she frowned and he tried to explain it as best as possible. “My job is to make sure that the world is free of bad guys. I team up with an amazing team of heroes and together we make sure that the bad guys can't hurt anyone else.”

The girl’s frown faded quickly and turned into an even wider smile, and her eyes were filled with adoration. “I want to be a hero too, like you.” His heart melted as she spoke in glee.

The grandma placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders as she stood behind her, and she played with a few of the hairs that stuck out of her short ponytail.

Colin saw her yawn as she brought her teddy bear closer to her chest. He wanted to question other neighbors and he realized that he wasn't gonna get any more useful information from the woman so he wanted to leave them be. “It’s really late, Adelaide. It’s almost half past 2. Maybe it's best if you and your grandma go back to bed.”

The girl immediately shook her head frantically.

“I’m not tired at all, I can go without sleep just like adults can. Besides, I will not go back unless I get ice cream. Can we please wait a little longer till the ice cream man comes back? Please?” She prolonged the last word as she looked up at her grandma, and she squeezed her shoulders.

Colin however, froze as his smile faded. Ice cream man?

“What did you see, Adelaide?” He asked carefully and the little girl looked up at the sky for a few seconds before answering. “I heard the ice cream song. I looked outside and saw a big car with ice cream on it. A clown was driving it. I love clowns.” She explained before rubbing her eyes. “Were you the ice cream man?”

Colin flipped to the new page of his notebook.

“Can you maybe describe him for me?”

…………

“32… 34… 36… Finally.” You exhaled in glee and relief.

For over thirty minutes you had tried to find the destination of your new psychiatrist. Turns out you had taken the wrong turn a few blocks ago, and it felt like you were in a maze. It didn't help that you had no clue how this car worked, since it was Cordelia’s. You may or may not have crashed yours into a traffic sign while trying to parallel park.

Once you drove in the parking spot next to a BMW, you rushed your way to the front door. You were already late due to sleeping through your alarm clock, and getting lost only made you lose more time.

You pressed on the bell, and after a while a man opened the door with a friendly smile.

“Hi Y/n,” He stepped aside for you to come into the room and as you hung your coat on the coat rack next to the door, you followed the man inside of another room; his office.

“Sorry I’m late, I just never had sessions in the morning and I slept through my alarm clock.” You held out your hand to shake his. You were kinda nervous since you didn’t know how he’d react. Teachers used to despise you for your tardiness in high school, and ever since you had always arrived everywhere on time. Luckily, he didn't show any signs of irritation. “I’m dr. Vincent. And it’s alright.” Vincent had a firm handshake and you took a seat in the armchair that was facing another armchair.

“I was just making tea, do you want some?”

You shook your head politely. After he set his own tea cup on a card on the table he sat down in front of you.

“As you know, Michonne is on maternity leave, so from now on I’ll be taking sessions with you.”

You nodded and he grabbed a notebook with a pen, and wrote something that looked like the date. He folded his hands on his knee.

“So Y/n, how are you?” You cleared your throat and let out a small sigh.

“I’m fine, actually. I feel better than expected at least. Today marks the 5 year anniversary of his death, which feels…” you sighed and rubbed your temple with your fingers. “I don’t really know what to feel about that. It’s surreal. I mean, I’m happy that he got what was coming for him, but I just don’t really feel the satisfaction of his death. I’m not a violent person, not at all. But I just wish he suffered more. Is that a bad thing to feel, or say?”

He shook his head and gave you an understanding look. “What happened to you was traumatic. Of course it’s reasonable that you want justice for yourself, and for your family.” He took a sip of his tea.

“It's just so confusing. Like, I know he felt pain in his last moments, and that is something that really calmed me after everything that had happened. I mean, while he was serving his lifetime prison sentence, his face was bashed in beyond recognition by another cellmate. It’s a cruel way to go. Yet I still don’t feel satisfaction for some reason. It’s like a book suddenly ends in the middle. Like it ends with a cliffhanger and the story doesn't come full circle.” You tried to explain as best as possible, but you didn't understand exactly what you felt so it was hard to explain it to someone else.

He however, nodded and intertwined his fingers into a fist on his lap. “I understand, and it’s totally normal. Your mind has suffered so much that your brain hasn’t accepted it. You haven’t found closure yet, which leaves you with an unsatisfied feeling.”

“And that’s the frustrating part,” you groaned. “There are people who have gone through the same thing I have, and they’re doing much better than I am doing. I don't understand how other people do it.”

“You are a unique person. No one will react the exact same way you do. Everyone deals with it in a different way. Some learn to give it space faster than others. Need I to remind you that you were the only person to survive Kai Anderson? Plus, you were 17 at the time. Your brain was still developing.” he explained. “It’s not nothing, going through something like that at that age.”

You let out a sigh, somehow talking about it was still difficult.

“I just… He is haunting me. Even after his death he is still torturing me,” you pinched your nose bridge while closing your eyes. “I used to see him in my nightmares, but now I see him in physical form. He just watches me from a distance. He doesn't say anything, he just stands there. I know it’s not possible, I know it’s not real. But it looks real, it’s like I can touch him,” you explained and he wrote everything you said in his notebook while listening thoughtfully.

“And what do you feel when you see him?” you shrugged.

“I don’t really feel anything. It’s like my mind is blank, like I’m in a trance. All I know is that everytime I see him, I want to smash the smug expression off his filthy face,” you balled your fists.

“When did this start, how often does this recur?” He inquired and you kissed the back of your teeth while thinking back.

“It actually started recently, I think two weeks ago. After that, I saw him everyday. When I go to work, when I visit a friend, when I stand in my kitchen looking outside,” you shivered when you thought about it. “I remember when I first saw him, that I felt like I was losing my mind. I didn't want to leave my house for a while. When I told people what I saw, everyone looked at me like I was crazy. I really felt like I was.”

Vincent clicked his tongue and cleared his throat.

“Do you have disorganized thinking?”

“No.”

“Abnormal motor behavior?”

“No.”

“Any signs of delusions?”

“I don’t think so.”

He scribbled something down again and you waited in anticipation. The only sound that was in the room was the sounds of his pen on paper, and the clock on the right side of the room that was ticking in a nerve wracking manner.

It was as if you were waiting for the result of a test you didn't study for. It was a gnawing feeling.

“Alright,” he started. “Even after all these years, he still has a hold on you. The mind is a powerful thing. It can’t process everything all at once; the grief, the anger, the pain. It’s too much, which is why your brain is playing tricks on you. Especially after the recent killings that have been tormenting Brookfield Heights. Maybe it triggered something again.” You knew about the recent killings, hell this morning you saw the news where yet another couple was found murdered in their home. But you weren't really afraid. Your house was protected and you weren't alone.

“I just don't understand why I see him, I pushed everything behind me.”

“that's the problem, you’re pushing it away. The harder you push, the stronger it comes back at you.” He interjected.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked.

“Whatever keeps your mind busy. Do you have any hobbies? Anything to take your mind off?”

“I help at my mom’s bar, the Supreme Dominion. She is in France now, so me and my sisters are in charge. It’s really stressful sometimes, but it does keep my mind from wandering.”

“Good. Just try to be as busy as possible, it’s a distraction for your brain,” he kept writing on the notepad, and you noticed he was already on the next page. “I’m prescribing you a different antipsychotic, paliperidone. In the meantime if you see him again, I want you to try and convince yourself that he isn’t real. Now, I know that sounds easier than done, but just try. Slowly take control again, over your mind and your life.” He gave you the receipt of the medical prescription, and you nodded friendly as you walked out of his office.

“I’ll try. Thank you Vincent. See you next week.”

After you left his office, you immediately drove by the pharmacy and got paliperidone. You figured the sooner you got it, the sooner things would finally go back to normal. Because that’s all you wanted, to put everything behind you. You didn’t want to see his face ever again, and you hoped that he was rotting somewhere in hell.

The sooner Kai was out of your mind and life, the sooner you could finally breathe in peace again.

But what you didn't know was this week would be one of the last peaceful moments in your life.

Because as you walked out of the pharmacy, bag in hand, and no clue whatsoever what was happening around you, a certain blue haired man was standing on the other side of the street, watching you intently as you made your way towards your car.

He wanted to jump you, right then and there, but he composed himself and placed his hands in his pockets as he watched you drive away.

He was going to hurt you, both mentally and physically. And oh boy, he had fantasized about it ever since he faked his death.

The murders of Marie and Bernard Allen he committed yesterday evening, and the previous murders in Brookfield Heights were only to feed his rage, but it didn't satisfy him in the slightest. No, he only wanted one thing. And that was satisfaction in watching you suffer. He wanted to watch life leave your eyes as you breathed your last puff of oxygen. He was determined to kill every last person you cared about.

He found joy when he saw the look of fear in your eyes as you and him made eye contact for the first time since 2016 three weeks ago. In fact, he enjoyed it way too much to mess with you. Making you think you were losing your mind hallucinating him was only the beginning.

There was nothing more dangerous than a man who wants revenge.

And he would break you in every way possible, if it’s the last thing he’ll do.

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whiteteadreams · 7 months

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Lavender Sunflower

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Female Reader

Preview: Normally, your body and mind refused to ever let you be in this stage, your guard was down, you were too relaxed. So happy, too happy, but Jeongin was able to do that, he was the only person to ever get you that relaxed. He was the only person you allowed yourself to not have your guard up around. He was Jeongin, and you loved Jeongin, a dangerous amount. Although dangerous, it was the only thing that kept you going.

Word Count: 7.1k

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, smut, established relationship

Warnings: Violence, murder, blood, knife use (not sexual...sorry guys), mature language/cursing, smut, possessiveness...JYP...doesn't make it out alive...he's also like a drug lord!

Smut Warnings: both are switches ig (not rlly dom/sub dynamic), tit/nipple play, slight body worship, riding, unprotected sex (pretend ur on birth control ig), it's pretty tame tbh, they dance sexually in a club!, mentioned breeding kink

a/n- i watched the show tulsa king with my parents, and it's a mob/gangster/mafia show, so that's why i wrote this, and jeongin has been bias wrecking me so... several months later: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER OMG also...ik adding twice was a little odd, but i just wanted to imagine them holding guns! also...the fight scene is silly...I may rewrite it...I may not!

“How about I get you another drink, something stronger?” The voice coming from your side caused you to lose the staring contest you were having with the man across the club. When you looked over at him, you had to stop yourself from wrinkling your nose and frowning. He was gross, to say the least. He was much older, dressed like a pimp, unkempt facial hair with food stuck in his beard, obviously prowling on young women. The human form of a pig.

Faking a smile, you politely declined his offer, knowing that he’d appreciate you playing hard to get. “I’m okay, thank you though.” Attempting to go back to staring at the man across the club, the man next to you decided that your rejection didn’t actually mean ‘no’. You felt him pull you closer to him by the arm that was now draped across your shoulders, his hand venturing near the swell of your breast. “Come on baby, I can show you a good time, l rented us a private room in the back. Your little friend over there can come watch me play with you too.” Glancing at the man mentioned, his jaw clenched and slightly nodded, just enough for you to notice it but discreet as well, so no one else did.

Giggling to cover up your discomfort when his hand squeezed your whole breast, you nodded eagerly, letting him take your hand, and leading you to the room. Trailing a bit behind him, as much as you could with his tight grip on your wrist. With the ability to see the back of his neck, you saw what you needed. The tip of a flame, a tattoo that symbolizes what he’s a part of, who he is. A skull on fire, in a circle of barbed wire.

Since the pig-man couldn’t see your face, your smile dropped, preparing for what was about to happen. The man from across the bar followed you once he was passed, your nerves were settled when you felt his hand on your lower back, standing guard behind you, not letting the pig-man out of his sight.

Your hand that wasn’t being held tightly traveled behind you, seeking the man across the bar’s. He returned your request to hold hands, immediately engulfing yours into his. The club was loud enough for him to whisper into your ear without the pig-man hearing, but with how much hair is growing in his ears, you doubt he had the best hearing anyways.

“It’ll be okay, just remember the plan, I’ll be right here if he pulls anything.” Although he broke character for the moment, you greatly appreciated the reassurance, thanking him with a nod of your head in his direction.

The pig-man stopped walking when he got to one of the many doors in the back of the club. You heard other women behind the series of the doors, some making sounds of pleasure, others of pain. He turned around and flashed you a smile of stained, yellow teeth. Remembering your role, you batted your eyelashes and bit your bottom lip seductively.

“Ladies first.” He stayed in the doorway, beer belly sticking out, forcing you to rub against him to get through the doorway. Pig-man moved for the man from across the club, but still let him go first, trying to assert his dominance.

Pig-man pointed at you and then the bed, he did the same to the man but to the chair in the corner. The cuck chair.

“Take off your clothes baby.” You looked at the man and then back to the pig-man. Throwing him your cheekiest smile you responded with, “Mmm, no. You first, wanna see you.” Both men smiled, for very different reasons.

“Now, now, darlin’ that isn’t what I told you to do, you’re going to listen to me. I don’t give a shit if I end up having to force you or not, but I will get what I want from you.” You felt disgusted when his smoky breath fanned across your face, and it was even worse when he kissed you, shoving his tongue in your mouth and wrapping his hand around your neck.

You looked at the other man and he nodded at you, telling you he was ready. Just as the pig-man shoved his hand up your dress to cup your sex, the other man grabbed his hair from his scalp, pulling him off of you. As he was about to yell, you saw him place a cloth over his mouth and nose, making him breath in the chemicals and then collapsing.

The pig-man’s dead weight crushed your body until he was rolled off of you. You looked up in the dimly lit room and smiled at the other man. “Jeongin”. He helped you off the velvet bed, kicked the pig-man just for good measure and walked to the bag he had set by the chair, managing to keep it out of the pig-man’s sight.

“That was fucking awful to witness and I’m sorry you had to go through that, but we got him.” Jeongin pulled you into his arms after taking out what he needed from the bag. The feeling of his hands on you now was much better than the pair that was on you. “As long as we get what we need, then it’ll be okay.” You breathed in the scent that was purely Jeongin and let him go to allow him to get back to work.

You sat in the chair that Jeongin was occupying and watched him tie the pig-man up, securing him to one of the legs of the bed. You watched him make sure that there was no way he could get out without any assistance. “Now, we wait for him to wake up. I didn’t use too much chloroform just so we wouldn’t be sitting here for hours. But in case we are, it’s a good thing this fucker rented the room for the rest of the night.” As Jeongin walked back to you, you heard him whisper the word ‘perv’ towards the now tied up man. You got up just enough for Jeongin to slide in the seat and he pulled you down to sit on his lap.

For the next 40 minutes, you sat in Jeongin’s lap, playing with his hair and fingers while discussing and double checking the rest of the plan. You were interrupted by the groggily noises of the pig-man, everything muffled by the rag in his mouth. When his eyes finally opened completely, he looked around, stopping once he saw you and Jeongin. The man below you picked you up just to softly place you down again but not on him. He sat you back in the chair, kissed your hair and approached the pig-man.

“Wha-” He was stopped by Jeongin, slapping him in the face. “This is how this is gonna go, you’re going to shut the fuck up until I ask you something, and once that happens, you’re going to answer me, honestly. Understand?” The pig-man just nodded.

Jeongin removed the rag from his mouth and pulled out the small notebook he kept in his back pocket. “So I’ve been told that your name is Paul Bianco, also known as “The Tiger”, you’re obviously a part of the Flaming Skulls, stupid name but whatever, is this all correct?” Formerly known as the pig-man to you, Paul nodded.

“Who sent you?” His voice was shaky, scared of Jeongin, who just sighed and rolled his eyes. “The fuck did I tell you before this started?” Without receiving an answer, you watched Jeongin pull out his switchblade and step forward, bringing himself closer to Paul. He crouched down to his level and brought the knife up to Paul’s cheek.

Digging the tip of the knife through the flesh of Paul’s cheek, Jeongin started talking again, louder than Paul’s cries and pleas. “I’m gonna hurt you no matter what you do, but I’ll go easy on you if you just follow my directions. Now, I need to know one fucking thing. Who killed Hwang Hyunjin? Just give me the name and we’ll be on our way.”

Paul started shaking his head, not wanting to give away the answer. “Come on man, I have a family, a wife, kids, please let me go.” Jeongin looked behind him, at you, shaking his head, “If you’re such a family man then why were you trying to pull something on my girlfriend?”

“Well you know, the wife’s gotten older, can’t please me in the way a man wants.” He laughed sleazily, Jeongin started laughing back, mocking the man. “And your girlfriend over there, she’s just so pretty and she was there, and I-I-I thought maybe she could-” he lost his voice when the tip of Jeongin’s knife returned to Paul’s neck.

Jeongin’s fake laugh continued, louder, “Yeah, I know she’s pretty,” his laughter stopped, his voice now serious, dripping with venom, “but just because she’s pretty doesn’t mean she’s there for free use.” Jeongin’s fist made contact with Paul’s nose, snapping something in it. He stepped back and watched Paul’s cheeks wet with tears and blood. Blood pouring out of both nostrils, dripping into his mouth, he started sputtering, trying to speak without swallowing the thick, red liquid that was starting to spill onto the already stained carpet.

“Paul, Paul, Paul, all I asked was a question, and then you insulted me, acting like you own the love of my life. So I’ll ask you again. Who the fuck, killed Hwang Hyunjin?” Jeongin’s sentence ended with the sound of his gun cocking, pointing it right between Paul’s eyes.

The man started squirming, “Okay, okay! I’ll tell you, please just don’t kill me, I’ll answer anything and everything you want! I’ll apologize to your girlfriend!” Paul looked over at you and started begging for forgiveness, apologizing profusely.

Jeongin approved of the man’s begs but didn’t put down the gun. “So, since you seem to struggle with my main question, I’ll ask some other things that I need to know. First, in 2018, who was the rat that snuck into my company?” Paul answered immediately, and he didn’t hesitate with the next several questions either, giving away information as he was trembling, terrified for his life.

You sat back in the chair, taking notes after Jeongin tossed you his little notebook. Refusing to miss a single thing, you jotted down everything, in case the information was needed later on.

But Jeongin’s patience had worn thin, now only wanting the answer that got the both of you here. “Now. I’m not going to ask again, who killed Hwang Hyunjin?” It was technically a question, but Jeongin made it sound like a demand. Paul Bianco didn’t have any time left. And he knew that, so he gave in.

“Park Jinyoung killed your friend.” And there he had it. Jeongin finally had the name of the man that killed Hyunjin. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” But Paul was still a nervous wreck.

“Don’t tell him I ratted him out, please, he’ll kill me!” You had picked up Jeongin’s bag and walked over to him. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him killing you.” Paul’s blood ran cold, “But, I answered all your questions! I complied! Please don’t kill me, why would you kill me?”

Jeongin walked over to the door, his hand on the handle, he turned half of his body so he could keep the gun lined up with Paul’s head.

“Because you touched my girlfriend.” And with that, Jeongin pulled the trigger, and the pig-man’s body went limp, blood puddling around him, coming out of the hole that was now in his head.

Jeongin turned the doorknob and walked out, pulling you with him. “Jisung already has control of the security cameras, so we won’t be seen on those. And with him renting the room, it’s under his name, not ours.” You continued down the hallway, not going back through the crowd of people dancing. The side door was deserted, no one near, not even bouncers for the club.

There was one person though, waiting in a car, for the two of you. Jeongin opened the door and helped you in, getting settled in the car and finally taking a deep breath for the first time in hours. Exhaustion was taking over his body now that the adrenalin was no longer running through his veins.

“Hey Jeongin, Miss. Y/n. Are you guys, okay?” The car was now moving and the accent that belonged to Bang Chan filled the car. The both of you just nodded, but Jeongin spoke up, not to answer his question though. “Park Jinyoung. That bastard killed Hyunjin.” Chan let out an exhale that sounded like a whistle, continuing to drive.

You laid your head on Jeongin’s shoulder and looked at what he was doing on his phone, you saw his messages with Minho, Jeongin telling him to track Jinyoung down. Minho responded by telling the younger man to take the weekend off, as he’s been under a lot of pressure and stress recently.

“It would be good for you, to take a bit of time for yourself. We could go somewhere secluded, just for a few days. It would be nice, Jeongin.” Chan overheard the conversation and spoke up, “Minho already told me to take you to one of the houses, I thought you knew…” Jeongin groaned, not wanting to stop working, and you just giggled, excited to truly be alone with him.

Jeongin was about to argue but he could see your excitement, so he didn’t say anything, he texted Minho back to say thank you and allowed Chan to take them wherever Minho had sent them. With his trust in Chan mixed with the warmth of your soft body next to him, he allowed himself to lay his head on yours and close his eyes.

You hadn’t realized that you fell asleep until Jeongin was whispering you awake, stating that you’ve arrived at the house. Taking off your seatbelt, Jeongin helped your tired self out of the car, making sure you didn’t hit your head on the roof of the vehicle.

When you were fully out of the vehicle and got a view of the house Minho had sent you to, your eagerness took over the drowsiness. It was one of the beach houses, along the coast. You could hear the waves crashing into the dock and you could smell the water. Barely letting Jeongin say goodbye to Chan, you grabbed his hand and ran to the door of the house.

“We’re alone, we’re alone together for once.” You whispered into the air, Chan had driven off so only Jeongin and the wind heard you. You leaned over the railing on the balcony, the door to get inside was behind you but you paid no attention to that. Your attention was set on how the moonlight was reflecting onto the water.

Having no intentions of moving inside, you involuntarily shivered and Jeongin was wrapping his arms around you, suggesting that the two of you settle down. You let him gently pull you inside, the heat engulfing you immediately, the goosebumps that had risen on your skin were no longer there.

“I’m going to unpack our bags, you get comfortable.” You looked over at said bags that Minho had had his assistants pack for the two of you and honestly didn’t care about those. You just wanted him to stay close to you. Jeongin was behind you, leaning on you while you leaned on the kitchen island. He spoke into your hair and whispered his love for you while walking away. He kept a hand on you until he was too far, letting it trail behind him, trying to keep you close for as long as possible.

While he was piddling around upstairs, getting everything set up, you hooked up your phone to the TV. Playing music through the surround sound speakers, it was quiet, but everywhere. You looked outside the window, watching the waves, swaying your body to the music. All the lights were off except for the small ones underneath the cabinets. To enhance the calming mood even more, you lit a candle, a clean scent.

So caught up in your own world, you didn’t notice that Jeongin had returned until his knuckles lightly knocked on the wall, the one with his side pressed against. Jeongin would be happy if he never did anything but watch you for the rest of his life.

Your voice was slow and quiet, tiredness evident on your face but even though Jeongin wanted you to get some rest, he couldn’t help but allow you to subconsciously pull him to you. “Dance with me, please?”

How could he say no to you?

The slow and calm yet sultry music being played on the TV in the next room, casted from your phone mixed well with the candle burning a clean scent on the kitchen island, the mood finished with moonlight flooding the otherwise dark room. It was perfect.

When Jeongin reached you the first thing he felt was the thin satin dress that covered your otherwise bare body. “Are you not cold?” Always putting your comfort first, Jeongin asked you as soon as he felt just how thin your dress was. “Yes, but I’m okay, you know I’d rather be cold than hot.” He accepted your excuse but still pulled you as close as humanly possible, you wanted to dance so he was going to dance with you and warm you up.

‘What are you waiting for? (Ooh, yeah) You got me lost in the clutch of you (lost in you)’

You and Jeongin swayed back and forth, feeling the salty breeze come through the open door, chilling your skin, but neither of you cared. When you were with each other neither of you could bring yourself to care about what was happening around you. Too caught up in the feeling of each other. You wondered if you would love each other as much as you do now if you hadn’t gone through everything together. Ever since you were kids, the training, the missions, your parents’ disappointment for their respective child. Always having the weight of the world on your back, but with the other walking next to you, it was more bearable. You and Jeongin danced together a lot, it was your guys’ way of winding down from the work heavy day.

The world could be on fire, and you believed that you and Jeongin would dance through it, until you couldn’t dance anymore, until your last breath.

You kept swaying, the playlist continuing to provide you with rhythms. Your eyes burned, too tired, needing to close them. So you did, you didn’t intend on actually falling asleep, especially standing up in Jeongin’s arms, but you couldn’t help it.

Jeongin noticed your limp body and smiled. “Let’s go to bed.” You were now in the hypnagogic stage, half awake, half asleep. Stirring when Jeongin stopped swaying but still calm enough to be relaxed.

Normally, your body and mind refused to ever let you be in this stage, your guard was down, you were too relaxed. So happy, too happy, but Jeongin was able to do that, he was the only person to ever get you that relaxed. He was the only person you allowed yourself to not have your guard up around. He was Jeongin, and you loved Jeongin, a dangerous amount. Although dangerous, it was the only thing that kept you going.

You grumbled when you smelled the smoke from the candle Jeongin blew out, but you still didn’t wake up fully, you heard the music stop, and then ascend up the stairs when he carried you in his arms. He stood you upright on your feet once you entered the room. He helped you get dressed into pajamas, so you’d be much more comfortable. He made sure you were okay before helping you lay into bed. Feeling the smooth, cold sheets under you, you sighed, finally calm enough to let your muscles relax. Always on the run, always stressed, always feeling something other than happiness. Jeongin was what kept you alive, and he made sure you knew that you were his world.

“Jeongin?” Your tired eyes opened a bit more, enough to watch him remove his shirt and slip on some sweats, revealing the hard muscles covered in tattoos and scars, too much pain imprinted on his body for his age, but you couldn’t say anything different about your own. Minus all the tattoos, you had a few, but not nearly as many as Jeongin had.

He looked over his shoulder at you and hummed, urging you to continue. “Can you leave the door open a bit please? I want to feel the breeze.” Without denying you or letting you know he was going to open the door; he just did. The door had a screen behind it, making sure no rodents or big bugs made their way in. He left the screen door fully shut but cracked the actual door a bit. You watched him bend down to grab the thick wooden rod, which he placed in the door’s track, so no one could open the door enough to enter the room from the outside.

Making sure the door was as secure as it could be with following your request of leaving it open, he turned around to face you in the bed. He slid in, laying in the middle of the bed so he could reach you. Your body was slack so when Jeongin pulled you to him, there was no resistance. This was how you always slept, your body curled up, and Jeongin’s curled up behind you, an act of protection, even in his sleep. His hands were wrapped around your stomach, always ready to pull you back if someone tried to take you from him.

Listening to the wind whistle and feeling the breeze on your skin along with Jeongin’s steady breath on your neck, you returned to sleep, wishing to stay in this state of mind with Jeongin forever.

However, all good things must come to an end. The alarm clock of habit in your head made sure you didn’t sleep past seven in the morning, but given you had an extremely late night, it cut you some slack. When you finally blinked your eyes open, in the fuzzy, morning sight, you saw that the actual alarm clock on the bed side table read ‘9:32’.

Jeongin’s arm was still wrapped around you, in the same position he was in when he fell asleep, ever the snoozer. But when he felt you rustle, he finally moved, but his movements were fluid, not being held back with the stiffness of sleep.

“Did you just wake up?” Your voice was hoarse, complimenting your dry throat perfectly.

“No, I’ve been up since seven, just decided to stay in bed.” He kissed the back of your head, breathing in the smell of your hair.

You rolled over, causing Jeongin to do the same. “I’m glad you were able to sleep in.” He looked over at you, smiling at your hair covering your face.

“I’m sorry you weren’t.” He shrugged the best he could while lying down but you still didn’t like how he brushed it off, he needed the sleep, just as much as you if not more.

“Well this was what we signed up for.” Both of you stared up at the ceiling, tired of everything. So young but already cursed with the evils of the world. “We didn’t sign up for shit Jeongin, we were born into this mess. My parents and your parents had us just to be the next heirs of their stupid ass gangster mob.” You rolled your eyes and rolled over to face him. The slight breeze entered the room through the opening, only protected by the screen door.

You wholeheartedly believed that if you hadn’t fallen in love with Jeongin you would’ve ended everything by now, blinded by the bad and unable to see what good was still left in the world. Jeongin was the only good still left in the world, or at least the only thing you cared enough about at this point.

Even though the both of you should probably talk about your problems more, whenever you do, you’d get tired of it, quickly.

“I love you Jeongin.” You rolled over on your side and looked at him. He smiled and did the same, now facing you as well. Jeongin reached for you, “I love you too, thanks for putting up with me and my shit.” You just laughed and sat up a bit, just enough to lean over to him, placing your lips on his.

Jeongin tightened his arms around you, moving them down to your hips, you giggled against his mouth, causing him to smile. Pulling back slightly, taking in his features, he was smiling with his eyes, something he rarely ever did. You kissed his smile and shivered, the wind picking up, reminding you that you forgot to close the door. What was going to be just a small peck deepened, like always.

You decided to go with the flow and take it a step further.

Hoisting yourself up on your left knee, you swung your right one over Jeongin’s hips. With a lazy smile, his hands drug up your legs, caressing the skin until they lightly grasp your hips.

Leaning down to connect your lips, the both of you smiled into the kiss, your teeth lightly touched, and you pulled back to giggle. “Jeongin~” He rolled your hips into his. The clothed friction was nice, but not enough.

Jeongin could feel your need, the urgency evident in your shallow thrusts. “Lift up a bit” you listened to his soft voice, lifting your hips so he could hook his thumbs in your shorts and panties waistband and pull them down all at once. After they were over your ass, you finished removing them yourself. And while you were off of Jeongin, you took the opportunity to pull down his own sweats and briefs.

You had to hold yourself from physically jumping on him, but it seemed like he was having the same debate. The room was quiet except for your breathing and the sound of the rain pitter pattering outside. The cold drops falling from the sky just intensified the chilled draft in the room, but with your bare skin against Jeongin’s, it was tolerable.

Sitting back on Jeongin’s pelvis, you leaned down, slotting your lips against his. Your breasts were pressed against his chest, your pebbled nipples taunt against his own. The feeling of the nubs flicking against each other caused your back to dip in an arch. With your back arching your pussy rubbed against Jeongin’s cock. The wet lips of your cunt spread slightly at the intrusion of his dick, your arousal lubing him up enough that once you lifted your hips just enough to take his cock in your hand and slip it in your wanton hole.

Jeongin groaned against your mouth, taking the back of your neck in his hand and using it as leverage to push your mouth to his even more.

Moving your hips while laying down proved to be more challenging than you had originally thought. Placing a longing kiss against his lips once more, you pushed off Jeongin’s chest and held your back straight, allowing your hips to move freely.

Feeling his cock move so deeply within you, you could feel him in your stomach, just below your belly button. Needing more, you lifted off him for a second before slamming back down and speeding up your moments.

Jeongin placed his hands on the curve of your hips and dug his nails in slightly. Biting his lip and matching your thrusts, he was entranced by the sight above him.

Your eyes were glossed over, so overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your veins, your hair was a mess, not only from being asleep but also the movement, baby hairs sticking to your face from the sweat that was starting to form. But although these were all gorgeous sights to Jeongin, what took first place was your bouncing tits. With every thrust they would cause a slapping sound from them bouncing back and hitting your skin.

Moving his hands from your hips and trailing his fingertips along your soft skin, Jeongin grabbed your chest. Playing with the mounds of flesh sitting heavy in his hands, he squished them, pushed them together, and pinched your nipples.

Pinching them particularly tightly, you squealed and clenched your pussy around his cock. Jeongin groaned, feeling the constriction that had surrounded him.

You shivered again, but this time wasn’t because of Jeongin. The breeze coming from outside began to pick up. Nipples pulled taunt from the cold air wrapping around your body, the feeling was contrasted by Jeongin’s warm fingers going back to playing with them.

Everything soon became almost too much. Each roll of your hips caused his tip to brush against the gummy spot inside of you, plus your clit would meet with the bone of his pelvis, causing two sources of stimulation, or course without mentioning the attention and torture your breasts were receiving.

Each pinch and thrust caused little shocks of electricity to shoot throughout your body and those little bursts of pleasure fueled you to move faster. Jeongin picked up on your impatience and decided to take things into his own hands.

Flipping over, your back hit the soft, plush bedding. Jeongin took a hold under your knee, and hoisted your leg above his shoulder, resting it on the broad muscle. Jackhammering his hips into yours, the sound of the rain was no longer heard and the wind hitting your body was ignored. All you could hear was the sound of you and your lover’s skin meeting and all you could feel was the knot in your lower stomach hanging on by a threat.

Your edge was so close but still out of reach, crying out, you gripped Jeongin’s arms, feeling the muscles hidden underneath the skin flex from the feeling of your nails digging in.

Soon his thrusts turned sloppy, unable to hold a consistent rhythm. Dropping to his left elbow, he hid his face in your neck, ruthlessly sucking and biting at your sweet spot. But that wasn’t enough for either of you, with his free hand, he traveled it down your body to the apex of your thighs. Taking his middle and ring finger, he relentlessly played with the nub of nerves.

All of a sudden, you broke. Yelling out into the air, you closed your eyes and clamped your legs against Jeongin’s torso. His hips chased his own high, barely letting you ride out yours, he kept you in that moment of white heat until his own high hit him.

Groaning into your hair, his hips snapped slower, finally allowing you to ride out your high, his thrusts turned into shallow rolls. Your hips no longer met and soon your muscles didn’t jolt periodically as you were finally coming back to the ground, no longer up in the clouds.

Jeongin stayed hidden in your hair for a few minutes, just holding you close to his body, protecting you from anything and everything.

“I love you, so fucking much. And, I’m gonna get us out of this life, I promise. We finish this last mission, and we can move away. Move away to the middle of nowhere, fill it with our kids.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling too hard. “Can we have a wrap-around porch?”

“Yeah, a wrap-around porch and whatever else you want. I’ll give you the fucking world.”

Scratching Jeongin’s scalp, your smile couldn’t be contained once he let out a purr like sound. You giggled and kissed the side of his head.

“Jeongin, let’s go clean up.” Shaking his head, Jeongin just tightened his grip on you.

The sweet and comfortable moment that was once filled with playing with Jeongin’s hair and listening to the rain was ruined by the blaring noise of Jeongin’s phone ringing.

He groaned in your hair again, this time from annoyance but nonetheless rolled off of you and onto his back. Blindly reaching for his phone, Jeongin mumbled a couple of curses.

Once his fingertips were able to grasp the phone, he brought it to his vision and groaned at the caller ID.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were the one who told me to take this break.”

You couldn’t hear the other person but you followed in Jeongin’s path and laid on his chest, drawing circles on the span of his chest.

“Are you serious? I finally get a fucking moment to just breathe with my girlfriend and you take it away! There are 15 other people a part of our team. Literally pair up Seungmin and Momo, boom I just fixed it for you!”

Jeongin rubbed your arm, kissed your head, and rolled out from under you. He stood up straight, with his back to you, and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. You smiled at the sight of his bare ass and you couldn’t help but reach out and pinch the temptingly soft skin.

The man on the phone jumped a bit, startled by your joke. Rolling back over to your original position, you just smiled at him, it wasn’t innocent, but playful.

Jeongin turned to face you and looked at you. How your hair was a mess from him running his fingers through it, how your skin had that after sex glow to it, and how your eyes were set on him. It was evident that you loved him and he knew that you would never know the extent of his love for you. He couldn’t even fathom it.

Without his smile faltering, he ended the phone call with a, “Okay jackass, thanks for ruining my day.” But even if his smile stood its ground, yours didn’t. Molding your lips into frown, you brought up the sheet, intending for him to slide back into bed. Your intentions were innocent, but of course, Jeongin was given the view of your body, freshly marked with kisses and bruises from him. Raising his eyebrows and smiling growing sinister, he climbed back into bed, accepting your invitation.

“Get whatever is in your head out. I’m tired again.” You poked at his chest accusingly, but the both of you knew that there wasn’t a single complaint behind each jab at his pec.

“So, what was that all about?” You were worried from the little snippet of the conversation that we were able to hear. “We have another mission tonight.” Jeongin rolled his eyes, annoyed that someone is trying to steal your alone time away.

“What is it?” You didn’t move from your spot, even though you probably should sooner rather than later. “Park Jinyoung has some giant drug trade at a club tonight, one of the guys who snuck into his team told us. You and I are supposed to play the unsuspicious horny couple on the dance floor. When we see him move to the basement of the club, we’re supposed to pretend to head to the bathroom to “bang” but follow them when they aren't looking.”

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"Why are all the guys we have to hunt down hiding in clubs?" Your back was still pressed flushed to Jeongin's chest as you swayed to the music sensually, but still aware of your surroundings. His head was on your shoulder, his mouth next to your ear, "Because men are disgusting." He kissed your neck when you giggled.

"You're a man, what does that say about you?" Smirking and side eyeing him, waiting for his answer. "I have my own disgusting thoughts about you, but I keep them to myself." You felt his tongue trace the shell of your ear.

Jeongin always managed to set a fire deep within your core. His hands were sliding down your sides and landed on your hips. He was wearing a black button down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his tattoos. The veins that ran up and down the length of his exposed skin distracted you, you wanted the muscles to flex, causing his veins to become more prominent.

“I know you like my arms and hands baby, but you gotta stay on task.” You could feel his smile against your neck and his hardening dick on your ass. Tearing your eyes from their desired view, you moved your head to the side, towards Jeongin’s ear. “You’re the one that’s off task, you’re getting hard just from dancing.”

“With grinding against an ass like yours, no one can really blame me.”

Letting out a soft moan at the feeling of his lips sucking a bruise into your neck, you rolled your hips back against his crotch. “Jeongin, we can’t right now.” You wanted to, but you simply couldn’t.

“You’re right, it’s just so hard, you make me so hard.” Jeongin tightened his grip on your hips and turned you around. He planted a harsh yet passionate on your lips and forced his tongue through your lips. Your hands took purchase in his hair and pulled the strands taunt. His hands did the same but with the skin on your ass. He squeezed the muscle so tightly; you were sure that he’d leave handprints.

Moaning and gasping into the other’s mouth, you ignored your surroundings, which was not something the two of you did often. Jeongin kicked your legs apart and bent his knee a bit, allowing you to use his thigh. “Jeongin” you moaned, the music drowning out your noises.

~Jeongin!~

Hearing Jeongin’s name through the earpieces broke the two of you out of whatever spell you were under.

~We can see both of you. Please stick to the plan. The target is on the move.” ~

You rolled your eyes and looked around, continuing to dance with Jeongin. He’s just as irritated as soon as he is lost in the vision of you. He’s taken right back out of it. Grumbling, Jeongin gripped your hips and continued to sway to the music.

“Alright, I see him. It's time baby.” You smiled, happy that this was going to be your last mission.

You watched as Park Jinyoung and his men headed to the basement, leaving their spots at the bar vacant. You nodded at Momo, who played bartender for the night. She winked at you, letting you know that she was able to spike their drinks. Following their path, you and Jeongin stopped at the bathroom line, he pushed you against the wall so you could peek over his shoulder, keeping your eyes on the man of the hour.

“Okay, they’re all inside, they didn’t leave anyone as a lookout.” You whispered into Jeongin’s neck, but before pulling away, you left a teasing kiss. He looked down at you with a glare, but you knew there was no malicious intent behind it.

Jeongin nodded at the security camera, knowing that Jisung was watching the two of you.

~Alright everyone, let’s go~

Changbin walked past Jeongin, tapping his back to give him the signal. The two of you followed him down the stairs into the basement. Ducking below all the windows that separated you to them, you headed to the door.

Chan, Naeyeon, Sana, and Felix were ready to attack them from the other side of the room. Then, Minho and Seungmin were placed as bouncers, guarding the two main doors into the club. The back door was being watched by Tyuzu and Jeongyeon. Lastly, Chaeyoung and Jihyo were ready to attack if they got past everyone else.

Mina and Dahyun, as the getaway drivers, were waiting for the 15 of you to get out of there before the police showed up once they were called. It was a large team, but Park Jinyoung had a sea of men behind him, and just tonight, there were probably 30 littered around the club. But you guys had rage feuling you. The death of your team member and friend was enough to make you kill anyone that stood in your way.

~3~

Changbin, Jeongin, and you all looked at each other. Changbin had handed you weapons during the descent of the stairs, they were now loaded and cocked back.

~2~

The three of you took a collective breath.

~1~

Fixing your footing, you and Jeongin smiled at each other.

~Now~

Changbin kicked down the door, Chan did the same on the other side, and you, Jeongin, Sana, and Felix all took cover behind various objects around the room. Open fire rained down. Park Jinyoung made a run for it, leaving his men to fight his battles for him. No one was able to get a direct shot at him, Sana was only able to skim his shoulder as he ran upstairs.

You could hear people yelling upstairs, but with Seungmin, Minho, and Momo as the next line of defense, you weren’t worried.

~I got him guys~

Of course, it was Seungmin.

~We’re gonna head out to the cars and pull around back~

The showdown didn’t last as long as you thought it would. Obviously, they weren’t expecting to be raided as they quickly ran out of ammo.

“Alright, I think we got them all, let’s get out of here guys.” Chan spoke the first words since the raid began and you were relieved that it was over. Or at least, Jeongin and you were going to ask for it to be the end.

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“We can’t promise that the two of you will never be called but I can promise that you will be called significantly less.” Jeongin and you had asked Minho if you could have a talk with him. He understood as the two of you are getting older and this isn’t the life you wanted nor the life you signed up for.

“Thank you sir.” Nodding your heads in thanks, you turned your backs to him, ready to leave.

“One thing!” Minho called once your hand grasped the door handle. Turning around, Jeongin was able to grab whatever Minho had thrown your way in mid air. Once the object hit his hand, a jingle was heard.

“Enjoy that wrap around porch. The team and I will be sure to visit once you get settled”.

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