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thegettingbyp2 · 10 hours
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Hi.
I've seen that your requests are open now and I really like your writing.
I'm having a very bad day and I wanted to request something with Spencer and a female reader around his age as either boyfriend and girlfriend living together or husband and wife, with the reader having a day in which she is missing a close family member she lost recently a lot and Spencer comforting her.
If you sre going to write this, thank you💜.
If not, I totally understand.
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When Spencer walked through the door to your shared apartment he knew that something was wrong. Usually, when he came home, you were ready to rush into him, happy he was home, however, this time, he stepped into a silent apartment with you nowhere in sight.
‘(Y/N)?’ he called through the apartment but receiving no reply. He figured that you must have gone out until he saw your bedroom door swing open and your new puppy come running through the room to launch himself at Spencer. ‘Hey buddy!’ Spencer exclaimed, reaching down to pick the puppy up. ‘Is your mama home?’ The puppy began wiggling with excitement and turning his head back to the bedroom, making Spencer put him down. ‘Take me to mama then, buddy.’
He followed as the puppy ran back into the bedroom where Spencer saw you laying on the bed underneath a pile of blankets. He slowly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed before gently pulling the blankets away from your face, revealing your red, tear-stained eyes and he felt his heart break.
‘When did you get home?’ you asked, your voice hoarse from your tears.
‘Just now,’ Spencer replied softly, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. ‘Bad day?’
‘I just really miss him,’ you said, your voice breaking as your tears began to fall again.
‘Sweetheart,’ Spencer cooed softly before he moved underneath the blankets to gather you in his arms. As soon as you felt Spencer’s arms wrap around your body, your fingers moved to tightly grip at his shirt as you buried your face in his neck and let your tears flow freely. Spencer didn’t try to make you talk, just held you until your tears began to subside again and your breaths began evening back out. ‘Want to talk about it?’ he asked when you pulled your head out of his neck and gave him a small, watery smile.
‘It’s not fair,’ you said, frowning slightly in an attempt to keep the next wave of tears at bay. ‘He was so good and kind, and the unsubs you catch are awful but nine times out of ten, they’re okay and that’s not fair, Spencer.’
‘I know, sweetheart,’ Spencer replied, reaching out to cup your face, smoothing his thumb gently along your cheek. ‘It’s not fair, you’re right and I wish that there was anything I could do to help you and it hurts that there isn’t anything I can do and - ’
‘You just being here helps,’ you said softly, cutting him off. ‘You being here makes me feel better because I know that he’d love you. And I know that the pain is never going to go away but when I’m with you, you make it feel that little bit more manageable.’
Spencer looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes as he pulled you in close again, moving his hand to the back of your head. The feeling of Spencer’s fingers methodically scratching gently at your scalp had your eyes fluttering shut, exhausted from the day of grief and tears and pain, but knowing that you could breathe a little bit better now that Spencer was with you.
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drak3n · 4 months
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TATTOO ARTIST/PIERCER!CHOSO
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CONTENT WARNINGS: unestablished relationship, smut, public sex, mentions of body modifications, cunnilingus, implied blowjob at the end, choso has a prince albert-, tongue- and a vertical eyebrow piercing
sena’s note: i know there’s a lot of tattoo artist choso already but i folded — anywaysss up next is my man gojo 🖤
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➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who was very well-known for his talent despite being so young; who was always pretty gifted with his hands and used peoples’ skin like a canvas, gracing it with the prettiest designs, simple and small, or detailed and large
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who shared a studio with a few fellow tattoo artists and piercers, but had a goal of having his own studio someday
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who had just finished a 5h back piece on his last client and walked towards the front desk to retrieve his cigarettes and take a break, just for his hooded, brown eyes to set on you
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who saw you standing next to your friend and encouraging her to hand in her data sheet for her tattoo, and who watched as your friend was immediately guided into one of the rooms by a tattoo artist, just to leave you all by yourself
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who came back from smoking minutes later to see you sitting on one of the leather seats, flipping through pages of the shop’s magazine that showed many different designs of tattoos, and also piercings
“you want to get anything done?”
nearly flinching at the cold voice sounding a couple of feet away from you, your eyes met choso’s, who was leaning against the wall, revealing fully tattooed forearms through his loose-fitted t-shirt. he looked very… unique, to say the least.
“oh, no, i’m just waiting for a friend,” you smiled kindly, “she’s getting tattooed right now. think it’ll take some time.” you felt guilty that you stared at the man like he was some kind of alien. his features were just really captivating, the plethora of tattoos peeking out from his short sleeves and from the collar leaving little to the imagination that they continued even beneath that shirt.
his eyebrow tattoo shone under the light, but when he opened his mouth, your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a tongue piercing.
you suddenly remembered what they said about guys with tongue piercings, and felt deeply ashamed about getting such thoughts about a hot stranger.
“come,” he invited you towards the room he usually worked in, “you’ll get bored here. you’ll get a piercing on the house.” he didn’t know why he offered that. maybe, just maybe it was because he didn’t want the other piercers and tattoo artists to charm you first.
at the end of the day, you left the studio with your freshly tattooed friend and a pierced nose.
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who hoped you’d walk in again, and whose shoulders nearly slumped in disappointment upon seeing your friend coming in by herself a few days later to get her tattoo checked, without your company
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who — totally on accident — saw that the studio had been tagged in multiple stories on instagram, one of which being yours, a spontaneous picture taken of your side profile that showcased the gem he had pierced into your cute nose
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who absolutely didn’t follow you after that, just to see mere minutes later that you did, and before he could stop himself, he followed you back
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who really wasn’t the best texter, which left you wondering if you should even try and talk to him at all; whose eyes went wide in surprise when you waltzed into the studio to get your thigh tattooed weeks later
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who showed you that same day how it felt to get eaten out by someone with a tongue piercing
“c—choso… fuck— what if someone—”
your hand clamped in front of your mouth to stifle a moan threatening to force itself out when the ball of metal on choso’s wet muscle bumped against your bundle of nerves. you were seated on the couch he’d previously tatted on, both of your bare legs thrown over his shoulders as he feasted on your delicious pussy.
“let them,” he spoke gruffly into your cunt as his tattooed hands dug into the underside of your thighs. he didn’t hide the smirk displaying on his lips at the way you drooled from the sensation of his piercing coolly gliding against your wet pussy lips.
“c’mon. use your words. i’ll let you cum if you do.”
“pleasepleaseplease let me cum… please choso.”
“cute. you want to feel what the piercing on my dick feels like?”
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who totally did make you beg on his thick dick adorned with a shiny prince albert piercing, and who couldn’t even be mad at you when you flashed him a tongue piercing you had gotten at another studio to surprise and make him see stars just like he’d done for you
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bnnyskirt · 4 months
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OUR LITTLE SECRET ୨୧ CARL GRIMES
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, carl grimes x f!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, fluff, angsty backstory, made her the governors daughter, slight mention of death, cute makeout, getting caught, but not much more.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓, i see carl in your tags 👀 can i pls pls have something with him dating glenn and maggie’s adoptive daughter who are super protective of her so her and carl kinda have to sneak around and keep the relationship on the dl ?? much love <33
𝐀/𝐍, thank you for the request sm! i hope i did this justice and you like it as much as i do. i made it longer than i expected and it’s a little messy but oh well :)
You were the Governor’s daughter, a fact that you didn’t like to promote around. Before all this, you lived a happy life before the Apocalypse but early on, your mother died, and then your sister, Penny along with her.
You saw your father change but you were too afraid to say anything.
You tried to ignore it. Even when Andrea came, you wanted to warn her but again, you ignored your father and his antics of leadership in the town.
But, when he took hostages from the prison and wanted you to talk to them, and get information, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.
You were only a little girl at the time which caused Glenn confused when you walked in. He expected the Governor or one of his men, not you.
You stayed with him for a few hours, attempting to clean him up until thankfully, his people came for him and his girlfriend to get them out.
Rick wanted to make sure you kept quiet but Glenn instantly said no, sticking up for you saying that you weren't hurt a fly. He clasped your hand and told you that you'd be safe now. He brought you to the prison, making himself promise that he’d keep you safe. Maggie too.
The Governor tried to get you back at the fall of the prison but Glenn and Maggie didn’t let that happen. You were their daughter now and that went without questions.
After Terminus, you couldn’t help but get closer to the boy who was around your age, Carl. You both were never really close, being the governors daughter and all but as you guys walked through those long roads that never seemed to end, you started to realize that maybe he wasn’t all so bad.
No matter how exhausted you were, Carl made you laugh from the stories he’d tell you which made Glenn to look behind him, time from time, wondering what was so funny.
When at the church and Gareth made a comeback, you sat in the room with him, Gabriel, and Judith. You were shaking and so scared while you could hear Gareth’s taunting voice just outside the room with his other men. Carl noticed, setting down Judith before coming to your side, touching your hand as he whispered to you. “Breathe. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”
Despite the situation, you couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.
As you reached Alexandria, it was a totally different story. You guys hung out all the time, mostly at his house because you knew how protective Glenn and Maggie are. Especially with this stuff.
One night, you guys were in his room, sitting side by side reading comics. You needed a break and decided to sit there, watching Carl read. He must’ve felt your eyes when he looked over to you and that’s when you both realized how close you two were.
As you looked into each others eyes, you couldn’t help but glance at his lips. You caught him doing the same. He was the first to lean in and after all the mutual pining for weeks, you guys finally kissed.
Afterward, you totally agreed that you shouldn’t tell your parents. Or his.
So, it’s been a few weeks now and you guys are still keeping your relationship a secret around Alexandria.
You were currently walking towards Olivia’s house, having to ask her a question about the food stock but as you walked, you felt a hand slip into your hand and yank you over to a private area, pressing you against the wall. Feeling slight dizziness, you looked up and saw Carl standing in front of you with a smile on his lips.
You smiled and hit his shoulder playfully, “Hey! I thought you were a kidnapper!” He laughed and didn’t say anything as he leaned in and placed his lips on yours. You smiled into it before kissing him back but once you realized you were kissing right now, you pushed him back a little, breaking the kiss. “What are you doing? You know the rules.”
“Rules?”
“Yes! No kissing in public, anyone could see and tell my parents. Or worse, they could see.” You told him, your voice a bit strict. “That’s why I pulled you here,” Carl said, motioning around us. You looked around and you were on the side of one of the houses. There was no one around in sight either way. You sighed and looked back up at Carl who had a building smirk on his lips.
“Whatever. Just kiss me.”
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You were in the middle of having dinner with your parents at the dinner table. You haven’t eaten much and were pretty much playing with your food while Maggie talked about Deanna and her job here.
To be honest, you weren’t in the best mood because you hadn’t seen Carl all day. He left over the Alexandria walls and went on a run leaving you alone having no choice but to do your chores.
Maggie stops her talking, looking at her husband silently gesturing to you. Glenn looked over and saw that you had your head down and played with the peas on your plate. “Hey.”
You looked up at your dad, “Huh?”
“You okay?” He asked. You sighed under your breath. It wasn’t like you could tell them that you missed your boyfriend because he was gone all day. So, you nodded and gave them a small smile, “Yeah. Just not a big fan of peas.”
Maggie snickered and after that, they started to talk more about Alexandria.
You tried to listen but all of a sudden, you heard stomps from upstairs before a loud yelp. You furrowed your eyebrows at the sound. Can’t be a Walker because they don’t yell when they fall.
Glenn looked at Maggie before at you. He was about to get up and take the knife out of his waistband but you stopped him. “No. I’ll go. It’s my room.”
You got up from the dinner table quickly before they could ask questions and rushed over to the stairs. “Y/n?” Maggie called out but got no answer as you started to go upstairs.
You gripped onto your knife that was left in your own waistband as you opened the doorknob but instead of what you thought, it was Carl. You sighed in relief and let out a breathless laugh. “Omg, you scared me.” You walked over to Carl who now moved to sit on the bed, “What are you doing here? I thought you were still on your run.”
“Came back early. I had to see you.” He said, making your cheeks blush red.
You moved to sit on his lap, cupping the side of his face, and kissed him. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” He whispered before kissing you again, his hand caressed your cheek before moving to lay on your waist.
The kisses got a bit heated and Carl moved you off his lap and laid you against the bed pillows before kissing you once again. You usually wouldn’t let this happen while your parents are downstairs right now but you had missed him so much today that you didn’t stop him.
Being lost in the moment, you didn’t hear the footsteps until a voice spoke up, “Y/N!” You broke the kiss and looked out from under Carl to see both of your parents standing by your bedroom door… that you forgot to close. The shock mixed with irritation on their faces.
You smiled sheepishly, “Surprise?”
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heesbaby · 3 months
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AFTER HOURS; JAKE SIM
TRACK 7; useless
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authors note! hi hi sorry for the later update I'm just exhausted rn!! I wanted to get this done though bc I was super excited for this plot point hehe,,,,, I hope you like this part bc I really do!! ilyasm and tysm for the love, reblogs n feedback are appreciated a tonne! have the best day/night 🌟
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After a single restful night, you were feeling pretty optimistic about your day. You had a long shift at work which sucked but, after sleeping for a good ten hours uninterrupted, you felt equipped to deal with the customers and Sungchan’s pining.
But your optimism was short lived, especially when you reached your workplace to find that Yunjin had called in sick and Sohee was on his one day off for that week. That meant you were stuck working at the front of the bar alone all day without anyone to talk to except Sungchan who occasionally stopped by when he wasn’t seating people at tables.
You were incredibly short staffed and Sungchan had to step in occasionally behind the bar just to keep on top of it all, the rest of the staff weren’t meant to arrive until later in the evening so you had to make do on your own.
It didn’t help that you overslept a bit, too happy with finally getting a good night’s sleep, and didn’t have time to even shower or get ready properly for work. You were running on a single black coffee whilst waiting for your lunch break, and it was incredibly busy in the restaurant for some unknown reason. It seemed the odds were stacked against you.
“Can we get another round here! We’ve been waiting ages now,” a man shouted at you across the bar, waving his credit card around.
You grit your jaw, trying your best to put on a smile as you turned to him, two full beer glasses in your hands, “I will be with you soon sir, there is a bit of a queue currently.”
The man in question sighed loudly, “unbelievable, you’d think they could get some more competent staff here.”
You tried not to let it affect you, smiling at the customer you were currently serving who had tipped you highly and thanked you, taking their drinks back to their table. There was still two more in front of the rude customer so you did your best to serve them with a smile, blinking back tears with each passing minute as you poured drinks.
Finally you got round to the man who was now rolling his eyes at you, barking his order without even sparing you a second glance, “make it quick, I’ve waited long enough.”
“Of course,” you mumbled, quickly mixing the drinks and placing them on the bar for him, trying to ignore the judgmental stare he gave. “Here you are sir, please use the card reader to check the total and pay the amount.”
“I know how to pay a bill,” he scoffed, you watched him press the big red x button on the key pad to state that he wasn’t giving you a tip before he paid for the bill. It felt like a kick in the teeth, you’d been working so hard and putting up with entitled customers only to end up without a tip purely because someone couldn’t wait five extra minutes.
“It’s all gone through, thanks and enjoy your night,” you said, trying to smile at him but it came out weak and your eyes were glassy.
“I’ll be putting in a complaint about the service tonight, it’s not good enough,” he stated before he walked away, rubbing salt into the wound. “Maybe you need to be retrained, your customer service is subpar. Useless.”
He walked away from the bar, the rest of the customers had already cleared off and you were only left with a bunch of glasses to clean and put away. It’s only when you stepped into the back room for a second that you let the tears fall, you hated letting things get to you at work but for some reason this had pushed you over the edge.
“Hey, YN,” Shotaro called your name as he joined you in the back room, dinner service would be starting soon so he was taking his break whilst he could. He noticed your red rimmed eyes the second he saw your face, rushing towards you with open arms, “hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”
You fell into his hold, burying your face in his chest and enjoying the momentary bliss before you had to go back out to the bar, “I’m just so exhausted.” You replied, it had all come crashing down on you suddenly and you really didn’t want to cry.
“Another sleepless night?” He asked, smoothing your hair down as he cradled your head against him. Shotaro was always the best at calming you down, he was such a soothing person to be around.
“No I slept fine,” you admitted. “I’m just mentally tired, and the customers are being dicks today and some guy just called me useless because he had to wait a while for drinks. I don’t know, it just ruined my mood.”
Shotaro sighed, leaning his cheek against your head, “you’re not useless, you’re doing the best you can whilst it’s only you out there. Do you think you can make it to the end of the shift?”
You nodded, pulling away from him, “I’ll be fine, I just need to push through until someone else comes in and takes over.”
“You got this YN, how about I make you something to eat? It might help perk you up a bit and give you some energy,” he grabbed his phone and checked his messages quickly before sliding it into his back pocket, Sohee had been blowing up the groupchat all day and you hadn’t even had time to text back.
“Sounds good Taro,” you replied, sitting on the counter in the back room. It was quiet in the bar and you could see through the open door in case someone arrived. “Only three more hours to go then I’m done.”
“Actually no you’re not,” Sungchan walked into the break room, raising an eyebrow at you.
“What do you mean?” Your stomach dropped, you were dreading thinking that maybe Sungchan needed you to stay longer or someone else had called in sick.
Sungchan broke into a smile, “Mark and Jisung are going to come in early to take over from you for the rest of the afternoon and evening. You’ve been looking close to tears for the last half an hour angel, you need to go home and rest up tonight and tomorrow.”
You felt a weight lift off your shoulders at his words, “really? Are you sure Channie?”
He ruffled your hair softly with a fond smile on his lips, as much as he messed around with you, it was comforting to know you always had Sungchan to catch you when you fell.
“Of course YN, we’ve got this today. You’ve had a rough week so spend some time alone and get back to feeling better,” Shotaro came back with your favourite sandwich he’d made, handing it to you in a takeaway box. “Head off now YN, I’ve got the bar until the others are here. Let me know when you get home, ok?”
“Thank you so much Sungchan,” you sighed, jumping down from the counter and leaning over to hug him quickly. “And thanks for the food Taro, you’ll call me if you need anything, right?”
“Of course,” Shotaro replied, smiling softly at you. “Drive safely, hopefully you sleep ok this evening. But just remember you’re always welcome round if it gets too noisy.”
The moment you left the restaurant you felt so much more exhausted, knowing you could now sit back and relax for the rest of the evening was comforting but made you immediately tired. The drive ahead felt long and you couldn’t wait to collapse onto your couch.
You got home and changed into your comfortable clothes, taking off your makeup and curling up on the couch to eat your food and relax a little. It wouldn’t be long before you were likely to head to bed, you counted all of your lucky stars that Jake would give you the respect of having a night off music again so you could rest. You were so on edge from work that you knew you would probably start crying if he interrupted your sleep again.
Which, inevitably, is what happened.
You woke up abruptly, having fallen asleep on your couch a few hours after getting home, to the all too familiar sounds of Jake tuning his bass guitar. You had no idea why he insisted to practice so often, but you really didn’t have the patience to deal with it tonight. And a letter wasn’t going to cut it either.
You gave it some time, letting Jake have the benefit of the doubt before you went round screaming at him, but of course it just continued on longer and longer. You heard multiple instruments and voices, assuming he had invited round his fellow band mates to practice. You buried your head into the cushion, groaning in annoyance when you realised it wasn’t going to end any time soon.
“For fucks sake,” you groaned, sitting up on the couch with teary eyes already. You were so frustrated that you felt the tears ready to fall at the slightest inconvenience. You knew you needed to go over there and talk to him, maybe if you reasoned with him then he would have some sympathy for once. It was a long shot though, ultimately you would probably have to end up sleeping on Shotaro’s spare mattress again.
You sighed deeply, annoyance in your tone as you pulled yourself off the couch and stuffed your feet into a pair of slippers to head over to your neighbour’s. It got louder the second you entered the hallway, you could hear someone singing but it was too muffled for you to make out the lyrics. If you weren’t so pissed off, you would’ve realised you enjoyed that type of music and would’ve probably liked hearing it if it were any other time of day. But, at ten o’clock at night, you were far from impressed.
The music lulled for a second and you took your opportunity to knock on his door loudly, pounding your fist against the wood until you heard some murmuring and shuffling on the other side of the door.
“Bro it’s probably our food!” You heard someone call out as they yanked the door open, their eyes falling down to you, “oh, I guess not then.”
He looked younger than Jake, cat eyes blinking over to you as he opened his mouth to speak but words failed him. Jungwon was expecting a pizza delivery guy, not a pretty girl in her cute pink pyjamas standing in the doorway.
You cut him off before he could say anything else, “can you get Jake for me? It’s important.”
Your eyes were getting teary again and you felt pathetic, but you were so exhausted and mentally drained that you just wanted to sleep. And after being verbally berated by a customer at work, you just needed some time alone in the quiet and Jake was ruining that for you, once again.
Jungwon noticed your downbeat expression and nodded gently, “yeah, sorry, no problem. Just, uhm, wait here!”
He rushed off away from the door, calling your neighbours name who grumbled a ‘coming’ in response. You waited impatiently, the tears welling up in your eyes more for god knows why, as Jake made his way to the doorway.
The moment his eyes laid on you, a smile made its way onto his lips. He couldn’t deny that he had thought about you a lot over the last few days, he thought about your pretty face and how mad you looked when you talked to him. He thought about those cute pyjamas that you were wearing once again, and he thought about how easy it would be to piss you off once more.
“You couldn’t stay away, could you darling?” Jake said, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at you, arms crossed over his chest.
“Jake, I’m really not in the mood,” you almost whined, dragging your gaze up to his face. “I just want to get some rest, I can’t deal with this tonight, ok? So please, let me have a night of peace and I won’t ever ask again.”
His smile dropped when he noticed how tired you looked, there was no anger on your face, only something akin to embarrassment as you begged your neighbour to quieten down. Jake wanted to say no, he wanted to laugh at you and slam the door because that’s the type of guy he was. That’s how he had treated every other neighbour before you. But he didn’t, he didn’t want to do that to you. Not when you were looking up at him with pleading eyes and a wavering in your voice.
“Are you ok?” He asked, he couldn’t stop himself from being curious when he saw you looking as down as you were.
“I will be once I sleep properly,” you sighed, trying to put on a brave face. You could feel your cheeks heating up with how embarrassed you were, feeling small under Jake’s gaze.
The boy nodded gently, “don’t worry, I’m not that much of a dick.” Jake replied, he looked at you for a moment, watching how your hair fell in front of your face as you cast your eyes downwards. He hesitated, usually he knew how to read situations with women well but in that moment he felt clueless.
Jake reached forward, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear for you, his fingertips lingering momentarily as they grazed your cheek, “we’ll wrap up now, you can head to sleep. I promise we won’t wake you up again, ok?”
Your eyes flickered back up to him, watching the way his own trailed over your face with a soft smile, “thanks Jake, I appreciate it.” His hand dropped down to his side, tucking into the pocket of his sweatpants a little more awkwardly than he would’ve liked.
“Don’t mention it darling,” Jake didn’t know why he felt flustered, he didn’t know why he was being so considerate. But he didn’t want to be the cause of your tears, and it wouldn’t kill him to not play music for one night. “Go get some rest, yeah?”
You nodded, turning away and heading back to your apartment. You hoped Jake was being truthful, too tired and exhausted to even dwell on it for too long because the moment your head hit your pillow you were out like a light.
Jake headed back to his friends who were all crowded in the living room, “band practice is over for tonight guys, let’s just chill out and watch a movie or something.”
Sunghoon laughed, “no fucking way, you were the one begging us to come over just so we could irritate your neighbour more. What changed your mind?” Jake just shrugged, cheeks heating up a little in embarrassment.
“I’m guessing that was her then?” Jungwon asked, being the only other person who had seen you in the doorway.
“Yeah, she looked fucking drained man, I’m not that much of an asshole to keep her awake all night in that state,” Jake countered, trying to palm it off as not a big deal. “We’ll practice another night, alright? The album comes out tomorrow, we can grind after that.”
“Oh bro you’re down bad already,” Heeseung laughed, throwing a chip into the air and catching it in his mouth. “All she had to do was say ‘please’ and you’re folding at the knees.”
Jake grabbed the nearest cushion from his sofa, launching it at Heeseung who didn’t quite duck out of the way in time, the fabric hitting him straight in the face, “fuck off Heeseung.”
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archiveluna · 2 months
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being in a weird situationship with farleigh... <3 inspired by the song boyfriend by ariana grande ft. social house
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WARNINGS ✧ none i think? ooc farleigh maybe, situationship? my bad writing… it’s been 7 years. written on my iphone at 1am while sleep deprived </3 sorry in advance! i also suck at writing endings ◡̈
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‘you ain’t my boyfriend and i ain’t your girlfriend but you don’t want me to see nobody else and i don’t want you to see nobody’
you could feel him glaring at you from all the way across the room but made no move to look his way. if he could go around hooking up with random people, then you had the right to do as you please also.
wether he’d like to admit it or not, farleigh was a jealous man, especially when it came to you and there was only so much he could take before storming your way, his long legs reaching you in record time and dragging you away from the confused boy who you’d been previously talking to.
‘even though you ain’t mine, i promise the way we fight make me feel like we just in love’
“what do you think you’re doing?”
you couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped your mouth. was he being serious? the only thing holding you back from causing a scene being the people around you guys and the not so subtle eyes of his cousin and friends watching everything unfold. god.. you knew coming to this party was a bad idea. “not sure what you mean.” you shrugged.
he nodded his head in a mocking way, pursing his lips. “hm, right. so this isn’t you getting back at me for the other day, is it? because i told you-“
“getting back at you?” you cut him off shaking your head in disbelief. “get over yourself farleigh. am i not allowed to talk to other people? not everything’s about you, you know.” except this totally was about him. you almost groaned when you saw the smirk forming on his lips. that bastard. he knew, of course he did.
‘i know we be so complicated lovin you sometimes drive me crazy cause i can’t have what i want and neither can you’
you refused to meet his eyes when he called out your name, arms crossed looking at the people dancing around you. farleigh chuckled, taking a step closer. you took one back in return. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were jealous.” his tone was teasing, and you didn’t have to look at him to know he still had that infuriatingly attractive smirk on his face. i am. “of what? you’re not my boyfriend, you can do whatever you want.” you looked up at him, doing your best to appear nonchalant. farleigh laughed, throwing his head back like you had said the funniest joke he’s ever heard, which only served to agitate you more.
his eyes were practically sparkling when he looked down at you, his hands reaching to cup your face despite your failed attempts to push him away. “i didn’t fuck her. if that’s what you’re pissed about, all we did was make out...” he trailed off unsure if he should say what he was thinking. the way he was looking at you made your cheeks warm up, but you refused to speak. you wanted him to say it. you knew what he wanted to say, and as stupid as it sounded, you refused to be the first one to break. “i haven’t slept with anyone for months now actually.” his hands now resting on your hips squeezed them lightly.
farleigh admitting that shouldn’t of felt as good as it did, but it was as if you could feel a weight lifting off your shoulders. you hoped for a different kind of confession, but this was also nice to know. although you weren’t all that happy that he was still going around shoving his tongue down other peoples throats you couldn’t exactly complain either. he wasn’t your boyfriend. you had to remind yourself of that.
‘but you ain’t my boyfriend and i ain’t your girlfriend but you don’t want me to touch nobody else baby, we ain’t gotta tell nobody’
“like i said, farleigh, you’re free to do whatever you want. nothing is stopping you.” farleigh let out a mixture of what sounded like a groan and laugh, pulling you closer to him without you attempting to push him away this time around. “you” he paused to pinch your cheek softly. “are so fucking stubborn, did you know that?”
you couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped your lips as you looked up at him, finally giving in to his touch. you had only been ignoring him for a few days, but it felt like a lifetime to you and even if he wouldn’t say it, you knew he felt the same way if the way he was gripping your hips was anything to go by.
“were you really going to fuck that loser to get back at me?” farleigh suddenly asked, looking over to where the guy whose name you’d already forgotten now sat talking with a different girl, his face in that permanent scowl he seemed to have when he wasn’t around you or his friends. “i tuned him out the moment he opened his mouth to be honest.” you could feel your cheeks heating up once again as he laughed at your honesty. “yeah, i figured once you wouldn’t stop eye fucking me from across the room.”
“shut up!” you groaned, swatting his chest. “you’re the one who has a staring problem, you creep. seriously, you’re worse than that fucking ollie kid.” farleigh huffed, somewhat offended that you would compare him to oliver but said nothing else as he pulled you towards the table where felix and the rest of his posse sat, all of them immediately pretending like they hadn’t been watching when you both approached except for felix, who gave farleigh a not so subtle smirk when he pulled you to sit on his lap.
‘if you were my boyfriend and you were my girlfriend i probably wouldn’t see nobody else’
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i suck at endings can u tell ꃋᴖꃋ i know i said i wasn’t gonna write and i probably won’t for a while but i had to get this idea out of my head! i ♥︎ farleigh start. also sorry for any errors! i’m nervous just posting this, bye
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livwritesstuff · 7 days
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you know that feeling where you’re having a god-awful day and all you really want is a hug but you’re at work so, like, that’s not gonna happen, and you basically just have to stew in all those shitty feelings and wait out the clock? yeah, me too, that’s kind of where this came from.
Eddie had a tough day.
It had started early that morning when the girls missed their school bus – not a huge deal, honestly, he was already gonna be leaving early to go get his car looked at.
But then he got shitty news from the mechanic, and then a meeting with his agent didn’t go the way he’d wanted at all, and then Hazel ended up being a total pain in the ass after he picked her up from kindergarten, and during her relentless haranguing, she knocked one of Eddie’s favorite mugs off the counter. It shattered, obviously, and she cried about it so he’d had to deal with both of those things at once, and it was just a day.
None of it was anything he couldn’t handle – the problem was the compounding nature of it and the way he basically just had to stew in it all until the next obstacle came along and made shit even worse.
All Eddie really wanted was Steve, and how Steve being around made dealing with this stuff so much easier, even if every other circumstance was the same.
He has to share Steve, though, and today he’s sharing him with Steve’s work until four o’clock.
It’s fine.
He can wait until four.
The older two girls got off their bus at half-past three, and, seriously, someone must have put something in the water this morning because they are in rare goddamn form today. If Hazel alone was bad, all three of them together were…well, thrice that. It’s like the universe said I see your bad day and I raise you three elementary schoolers hitting their peak annoyance thresholds simultaneously.
And it’s not like Eddie can even fucking fold, either.
It’s cold and kind of windy outside, which is Eddie’s least favorite weather and he’d thought maybe the girls would want to go right inside, but no. Of course they want to dig out the chalk that got stashed away in the garage last fall, and while Eddie is stuck shivering outside breaking up dumb arguments about who’s allowed to use which colors (he figured the answer was an obvious everyone, but apparently that’s incorrect), Steve leaves a message saying he tacked on an emergency session onto the end of his day and now he’s not out until five.
Eddie doesn’t hear it until he’s back inside, obviously, but when he does it’s like someone ran a whole fucking dagger through his chest.
He’s halfway through making dinner when Steve gets home (he’d actually be done making dinner if the pot of water hadn’t boiled off while he’d dealt with yet another stupid argument), and he drops everything to meet him at the door.
It’s like Steve can tell in an instant the kind of day Eddie had.
“What happened?” he asks as he toes off his shoes.
Eddie shakes his head, “Everything…nothing…I don’t even know. Just…one of those days.”
Steve nods his understanding, and as soon as he’s got his coat hung up he’s pulling Eddie into a hug.
It ends up being kind of a bone-crushing one — that’s on Eddie, though. He’d just fucking needed it. He knows he’d needed it when Steve’s arms tighten around his shoulders and he feels that much better.
“You okay?” Steve asks without letting him go, the breath of his words hitting warm against Eddie’s neck.
“Just tired,” he answers.
Steve pulls away.
“You can take a break, Ed,” he says, and there’s something in his eyes – not concern, exactly, but more like awareness, “I’ll be up in a bit.”
Eddie just nods and heads for the stairs. As he goes, he faintly hears Steve asking, “What the hell did you guys do to Dad today?”, followed by the girls’ defensive protests.
In their room, Eddie makes it through one full rerun of Star Trek and then the first few minutes of a second before Steve joins him.
He notices that it’s quiet downstairs for the first time that evening, and he tries not to take it too personally. He’s always been comfortable in the knowledge that Steve might be better at the whole parenting thing than him (psych degrees and all that), but, shit, if he’s that much better…
“What’d you do, strangle them?” Eddie asks as Steve swaps his jeans out for a pair of faded plaid pajama pants.
“No, I told them that if I hear a single peep in the next hour I’m beheading all their stuffed animals.”
Eddie blinks.
Okay, maybe better isn’t exactly the right word.
“So they’re on verbal lockdown, basically,” Steve finishes.
“Jesus Christ, Steve,” Eddie shakes his head, “You’re kind of crazy.”
“Yeah, well, you were always gonna rub off on me one of these days — don’t.”
And Eddie couldn’t help the way he threw his head back and laughed.
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imaniwriting · 2 months
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pregnancy with rafe?? maybe a bit of angst thrown in there??
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 (requests are open)
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Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, Rafe not wanting to be involved at first, insecurity, unwanted pregnancy
Summary: when rafe finds out that you’re pregnant he doesn’t want to be involved in the child’s life feeling like he wouldn’t be a good father.
Genre: Angst with fluff at the end
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This wasn’t supposed to happen. How could this be happening? You currently were pacing around in the middle of your room. So many dreams you had went crushing down. You ran your fingers through your hair but the knots in it were stopping you to do it smoothly.
“Fuck,” you gasped out loud not realizing that you were holding your breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you sat down on your carpet leaning against your bed. You and Rafe had been doing so good, your relationship was great, sex was great (obviously) even the handle with substances Rafe had fixed and now he would obviously want nothing to do with you.
There suddenly was a light Knock on your door making you immediately jump up. You totally forgot that you had texted Rafe to come over the confidence you had earlier with telling him was vanishing with every thought that ran through you head.
“Y/n?” You heard Rafe ask there was a lace of worry in his voice you looked back at the text you sent him only now realizing how that sounded.
“We need to talk. Now.” It read. You shut your eyes and slowly opened your bedroom door. “Hi,” you breathed out smiling at him brushing out the hair that was in front of your face. “Hi, baby what’s wrong what do you need to talk about?” He asked in a sweet voice walking into your room which was not organized like it had always been.
“Uhm,” you started looking down at your feet not ready to tell him. Rafe looked around the room before his eyes landed on you again he walked over to you cupping your cheeks gently forcing you to look up. “What is it baby?” He smiled reassuringly making your breathing slow a bit.
“Impregnant” you mumbled looking into his blue eyes “what?” He laughed “I didn’t catch that baby” he said you internally groaned he was in a really good mood. “I’m pregnant” you said.
These two words made Rafe’s whole body weak, his face fell and the hands that were once warm turned cold and were removed from you cheeks. “What?” He whispered hoping he didn’t hear right. You nodded tears threatening to spill. “I’m sorry” was all you could muster up from the pain in your throat.
Rafe shook his head running his hands through his hair. “How did this happen? I had a fucking condom every time we fucked.” He said slowly anger building up. You didn’t say anything you eyes back onto your feet.
“Fuck I can’t do this.” He breathed out making you snap your head up at him. Was he seriously dipping? “You know i can’t do this y/n” he said his eyes finally meeting yours. It was true, you knew what he was thinking; the abused becomes the abuser.
“I can’t do this, I can’t be a father y/n” he said and that was the last thing he told you before he stormed out of the room leaving you to break down and hate every part of yourself. You can’t live without him. He was your anchor you were his.
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It had been two days since you last talked you had been slumping in your bed cuddling with your pillow which had his sweat shirt on. Crying sleeping and watching rom coms which made you cry more was your daily routine. You hadn’t eaten a real meal in these two days.
Currently you were watching little women bailing your eyes out every time Laurie came on the screen just because. “Well im not a poet im just a woman” you mouthed alongside the actor. It had been the third time you watched this movie in just 2 days.
Suddenly a knock could be heard at the door. Making you shoot up from your bed. You explicitly told your family that you were going through something so they could leave you alone. “Leave!” You yelled before the person could even enter.
You grabbed your laptop and went under your blanket. The door then opened and you could hear steps. “I said leave!” You yelled from under your blanket. “I’m sorry I can’t, i need to talk to you” you heard and your breathing stopped for a moment. It was Rafe. You shot up from under your blanket not caring that you had smeared mascara all over your face or that your hair was held up in a messy bun.
“What?” You breathed out refreshed at seeing him again. “I’m sorry for storming out.” He said making you nod he took place beside you moving the pillow with his t shirt. “I’m also sorry for the things i said but they are true.” He said making you sit up beside him. “I can’t be a father y/n you know that.” He continued making you frown.
“Rafe for all my life i loved you and you got so much better than you were at the start. I mean god, you would be the greatest father because you know exactly what you shouldn’t do with a child.” You said tears were forming in both of your eyes. “Please Rafe” you started. “Please do this with me. Because I know damn well I can’t do this alone.”
He nodded slowly before you grabbed his face. “Look at me.” You started again. Rafe slowly looked into your eyes “you will never be your father, i wont let you.” He nodded and smiled it didn’t take long for you to completely throw yourself at him engulfing him in a kiss. Then slowly tears started flowing.
“God, fuck you Rafe, i hate you.” You said pushing him away from you. “Baby? Why are you crying?” He laughed “i don’t know.” You said crying more. “Come on baby let’s get you cleaned.” He said grabbing your hand and picking you up bridal style.
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anxiousnerdwritings · 3 months
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I can totally imagine that, after getting absolutely no where, Jokerized!twin darling just has an Azula-level breakdown. Especially if the Batfam or God forbid Damian somehow manages to subdue the unpredictable mess. There's no way that Twin!Reader doesn't resent Damian to a degree, especially after everything he put them through... so seeing his twin brother not only be accepted but also find a family that was willing to have him? While Twin!Darling was just used and abused in some shape or form? Absolutely breaking down!
Twin!Reader wholeheartedly holds an immense amount of resentment towards both Damian and Talia. I really like the idea that Twin!Reader was more akin to being that of a normal child born outside of a family full of assassins than to acting like one who was. Like, Twin!Reader was on par with Damian when it came to the proficiency of their training but the mentality just wasn’t there for them. They couldn’t just aimlessly kill, they couldn’t just walk away with someone’s blood on them and not feel something. Not only that, they just weren’t emotionless to any degree like how their mother and brother so easily were. They laughed, they cried, they felt fear, they felt hurt. Like, I’ve had this scenario in my head for a bit of there being a thunderstorm or a blizzard and Twin!Reader seeking out Damian because they’re scared, they sneak into his room and they just want comfort. They just want to be together with their twin brother in their moment of need. And Damian begrudgingly allows it cause they won’t go away no matter what he says but he still makes comments about how weak they are for something as ridiculous as a storm to have them acting like this and that the Reader better be out before mother finds out. I especially like this kind of scenario being what Twin!Reader holds onto when they need something no the better side to look back on. It didn’t happen often, nor did it come without berating, but there were a few moments that Twin!Reader had with Damian that they’ve held onto, that they’ve cherished.
I also really like the idea of Talia having tried to kill Twin!Reader behind Ra’s back, leaving them for dead only for them to survive and that’s where we go from there. I think it really adds to the whole familial betrayal thing and gives more to the Reader eventually going off the rails, especially as they’re in search of somewhere to belong, for someone who willingly and genuinely wants them for them. It makes it even more of a surprise and gut punch respectively for Damian, Talia, and Ra’s when the Reader pops back up. Especially, after being Jokerized.
All their life, Twin!Reader as been used and abused in some way, shape, or form. And even after being Jokerized that’s all they’re met with. Even if it isn’t to the same extent it was with Talia and Damian, these new people the Reader is trying to find belonging in all have ulterior motives. They want to use the Reader against Batman (or one of the other main people the Reader’s been associated with), they want something to have and hold over Batman’s (or whoever else’s) head. That’s all it is, at least in the beginning. Eventually these people do come to have some amount of care for the Reader but by then it’s too late and the Reader is in the wind and on to the next one.
I do really love the idea of Damian and Twin!Reader sharing their love for animals. I especially love the thought of the Reader’s first pet/companion being a hyena Joker and Harley (probably just Harley) gifted them after their initiation into the Clown Family. That hyena would mean the absolute world to the Reader, as far as the Reader was concerned it was their first friend and the first thing that ever stayed around for them. Wherever the Reader went, so did it. I love the thought of the hyena being protective of the Reader, sticking close to them for both security and comfort. The hyena very quickly becomes the only thing that Twin!Reader truly cares about anymore. Not to mention, there’s no doubt that after everything Twin!Reader’s been through before and after being Jokerized they have constant nightmares, even some night terrors, and the only one there for them is their loyal hyena. It’s there to curl around them protectively, to give them a warmth they’re not used to and a sense of being looked over that they’ve never felt before. I can even see the hyena bringing the Reader snacks to remind them to eat and take care of themself.
I can really see the Jokerized!Twin!Reader being thrown into an all out breakdown if their hyena died, especially if it died protecting them (whether from the batfamily or some rogue rando). That was their only friend, the only thing that truly ever cared about them and now they had nothing anymore. They had no one. They were lost all over again. If any of the batfamily members had anything to do with the Reader’s precious hyena’s death there would never be any forgiveness. If someone else were the reason for the hyena’s death than the Reader wouldn’t think twice about killing them and getting revenge for their beloved companion. Either way, no matter who caused the Reader’s hyena’s death I can see the batfamily all trying to subdue them from enacting any revenge on whoever. No matter how feral and berserk the Reader is in the moment, no matter how hard they fight, how hard they hit, I see Bruce, Jason and Damian especially not letting go of them. They hold the Reader the entire time, unrelenting in their grasp no matter how hurt they get in the process. If the Reader is as unrelenting as they are then they’ll have to knock them out. From there the family will take Jokerized!Twin!Reader home, where they’ll be safer, where the family can watch over and be there for them.
After their breakdown, there is no way in hell, Damian and Bruce especially will be able to go on with the Reader not being with them. Seeing how absolutely destroyed they’ve become, how much of a broken husk they’ve been turned into after everything they’ve been through, Damian and Bruce can’t allow anything more to happen to their sibling/child. No matter what it takes, how long it takes, Damian and Bruce aren’t giving up on Jokerized!Twin!Reader. They will save them, they will put them back together again. They will be the family that the Reader should have had all along.
God forbid if Ra’s was there to see his precious grandchild breakdown like that in front of him. Damian and Bruce be damned, he’s taking them home with him and Talia will be thoroughly dealt with for her part in all of this, in destroying his pride and joy.
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purinfelix · 5 months
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force of habit ♡₊˚•.
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pairing: joão félix x reader (established relationship) summary: joão has a nervous habit that comes out before games, but you're just the thing to calm his nerves warnings: none!, pure fluff w/c: 1.1k (did someone say over-writing?)
a/n: aaa first ever writing post !! wrote this because i noticed joão has a tendency to bite at his nails in a lot of clips (and also just because i never ever ever stop thinking about his hands. like ever) hope you guys like it !! <3
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“João.” your voice was soft, but stern as you watched your boyfriend catch your eye in confusion. 
It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence at this point, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel like a total hypocrite. You had an abundance of bad habits yourself. You picked at your skin when you were stressed, struggled with waking up early and could never seem to get out of leaving things until the absolute last minute. 
And somehow, being a pro football player didn’t stop your boyfriend from falling into the same trap. He got frustrated easily, would always forget to pick up after himself, and constantly ate your leftovers in the fridge no matter how often you told him not to. But one habit seemed to bother you the most: the way he would bite his nails. 
It wasn’t the act itself that bothered you really, lord knows your habits were far more irritating. Rather it was what it signified to you - that he was worried about something, bothered or annoyed at the situation at hand - that riled you up so much. And the fact he never seemed to notice he was doing it only made it worse. 
At first, when you two had first met and still fell into being smitten with one another, you hadn’t minded it. Mostly because you’d hardly noticed it, only noticing him do it occasionally. But it was only once you started dating, and seeing each other far more often, that its seriousness became apparent. 
You could give him a thousand reasons why he should stop doing it, but you knew he would hardly care, and if he did it wouldn’t be easy for him to stop doing something that seemed like second nature, which was why you made it your mission to help him.
Or try to. 
Which was what you were doing - the two of you standing across from each other in the narrow corridor leading to the locker room. The time until his next game ticked away slowly but you had yet to break your tradition of spending time together beforehand - João always insisting you were his ‘good luck charm’, as cheesy as it sounded. 
His eyes caught yours at the sound of his name, blinking cluelessly at first. Slowly though, he caught on, retreating his hands from his mouth and mumbling a quick “sorry” as he did. You sighed. 
“It’s alright, you’re that nervous for this match, hm?” you said, stepping a little closer and pocketing the phone you were holding so that you could take both his hands in yours. He nodded, breath hitching in his throat at your sudden closeness. Even though you were a couple now (officially, hard launched, announced to the public, however, you wanted to put it), he was yet to get used to your boldness when it came to things like physical affection. 
“I’ve got to prove myself today, you know?” His hands trembled slightly as you interlaced your fingers with his, giving them a soft squeeze in an attempt to steady them. 
“Don’t worry, you’ll do good as always.” You ran your thumb across the back of his hand, turning it around to get a look at his fingernails, “And remind me to file your nails when we get home.” you added, half-jokingly, half-seriously. 
He only laughed in response, but it was a weak one that signified the remnants of some last-minute nerves. His neck whipped around as he looked up and down the hallway, legs bouncing as he did, relentlessly. You were somewhat used to watching him like this, to the point you had come to find it endearing how he tried to convince everyone around him, and even himself, that he was fine - even if everything else made it obvious he wasn’t. Not like he was ever in the wrong in doing so though, as you watched the clock on the wall tick over to just less than half an hour before the match. You know being nervous only made him play worse, so you knew you’d have to come up with some way to calm him down, and do so fast. 
“You uhm-” you hesitated for a second before letting it out like a sight, “You look really good in your kit.” 
This seemed to catch him off guard, shown by his widened eyes and the soft blush spreading across his cheeks. He leant in a little closer, towering over you upon hearing it as if daring you to say it again. Slowly, a smirk braced his face, his hands now the ones gripping yours. 
“You really think so?” He was irritating when he was like this, all cocky and suave, but it was an irritating you couldn’t ever seem to get enough of. 
“Yes, though if you ask again I might just change my mind,” you muttered, avoiding his keen eye knowing it would be difficult to let him go to his game if you did. You only turned to look down the hallway, trying your best to conceal a smirk. He let out a low chuckle at this, before craning his neck around to get a look at the clock. 
“I should probably go,” he said, but he kept his hands firmly gripped on theirs, still shaking slightly. 
“You’ll do well, don’t stress.” you assured him, smiling, “I’ll meet you after the game okay?” 
He nodded definitively, “Kiss for good luck?” he added, barely above a whisper. Thought with his eyebrows raised, brown eyes so pleading, and the feeling of his hands on yours, it was impossible for you not to give in. 
Tiptoeing to close the gap between you two, you pressed your lips to his. Almost immediately you felt his hands weave out of your grip and come up to cup your face gently, pulling you in as if silently asking for more. And it took every ounce of strength not to give in to him right there and then. 
“João! Either get a room or come on!” 
It seemed like you didn’t have to. You cursed Gavi silently under your breath as you reluctantly broke away from the kiss. 
“We’ll finish this once the games are over if I win.” He said in a rushed whisper, hands moving to catch a strand of your hair which he twirled around his finger mindlessly. 
“Mhm, once you win,” you corrected him, smile teasing as ever. You were about to turn to head back to your seat, front row, of course, João couldn’t have it any other way, before you spun around once more. Grabbing your boyfriend’s much larger hands in yours you pressed a soft kiss to his knuckle, catching him off guard for the second time that night. 
“Play good, for me okay?” you mumbled against the skin of his hand. 
“Of course, always,” he assured, pulling you in to leave one last kiss on your forehead before jogging off towards the locker room. 
Although, not before turning around to get one last look at his favourite ‘good luck charm’, completely unaware that the tremble in his hands had gone completely. 
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writingcroissant · 5 months
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For an Az Drabble - what about a little cozy autumn fluff? I totally understand if that’s not your style 😅
What a great idea! Autumn is my all-time favourite season actually! I hope I caught the autumn spirit, and I hope I didn't make too many spelling or grammar mistakes, because I'm literally about to fall asleep right on my laptop haha.
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His home lay silent as Azriel returned from training that afternoon, with only the wind’s howl breaking through the peace and quiet of an empty house.
It was a stormy day. He hated those. It was harder to fly in a storm. If the wind came from an impractical angle, he tired faster, and today, the wind had come from the worst of all angles. Every muscle in his body ached with the effort it had taken to reach the House of Wind, and the tips of his fingers were as cold as the tip of his nose as he made his way through the balcony doors and into the comfort of his room, shaking raindrops from his wings.
He came to a halt when he noticed the dimmed lights, the lit candles, and the music he failed to find the source of. It was a bleak day, clouds swallowing what little sunlight autumn usually had to offer, and so, despite it being early afternoon, the mere absence of fealights resulted in semi-darkness.
Azriel hesitated when he noticed movement on the bed, and soon enough, a head emerged from behind a mountain of blankets.
“Y/N?” he asked, a note of amusement in his tone. He’d left hours ago. At the break of dawn, actually. And she’d been in bed then, too.
“Oh hey, baby,” she yawned, stretching her arms above her head.
“Have you left the bed since I left this morning?”
Her eyes flickered to the side for a split-second before her expression grew sheepish. “Well… no.”
Azriel felt his smile grow, though it shrank again when worry kicked in, and he moved to kneel by her side. She turned to face him, cheek pressing into the mattress, and he lifted a hand to brush the hair from her face.
“Are you well?” he asked in a quiet voice.
She smiled and turned her head to kiss his palm. “Very well.”
He tilted his head, sceptical. “Then why are you still in bed?”
“Didn’t feel like getting out.”
“Any why’s that?”
“Have you seen the weather?” she asked with a lifted brow. “That is stay-in-bed-weather if I’ve ever seen it.”
Azriel’s smile returned when he realised that she was being sincere and there was no reason to worry for her wellbeing.
“Alright then,” he said, getting up from the floor. “Please proceed.”
“Wait,” she said, and her hand snuck out from beneath the blanket to catch Azriel’s wrist. “Gods, your hand is freezing! Do you want to join me?”
Azriel hesitated. He couldn’t. He had things to do, plans to check, paperwork to file… shadows to wield. His days had been busy ever since he’d been old enough to realise. He’d gone from his father’s dungeon to the Illyrian camp, to being the spymaster of the Night Court. There hadn’t exactly been many opportunities to… relax. It had always seemed like a waste of time.
But then again, there she was, and the prospect of spending hours in bed with her had never before failed to draw him in, so why would it now?
She seemed to notice his hesitation, and her expression took on a wonderous look.
“Have you never spent a day in bed before?”
“Well,” he mumbled, running the back of his hand along her warm cheek. “Up until now, I’ve never had a reason to.”
He made quick work of his leathers, stripping down to only his underwear, before he slipped beneath the blanket Y/N held open for him. All at once, warmth seeped into his freezing bones, and her scent surrounded him like a hug.
“You’re cold,” she muttered as she tucked herself against his side, face buried in his neck. Azriel felt her nose press into his skin, and with every warm exhale she gave, his muscles loosened a bit further.
He turned to press her against his front and placed a kiss on her bare shoulder.
“I love you,” he breathed against her skin, and delighted in the way he felt her lips pull into a smile.
Azriel closed his eyes, heart swelling when she whispered those very words back at him, and as rain drummed against the windows, and the candles gave only their faint light to throw his shadows against the wall, Azriel thought that eternity would be well spent right where he was.
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gisele0127 · 11 months
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Being Kunigami’s girlfriend after the wildcard :(
Warnings: Spoilers!, angst to fluff, grammar mistakes, not proof read, kind of rushed.
2 posts in one day😉☺️
You miss your boy. You miss how rensuke would look at you. You miss all the nicknames he’d call you. You miss how affectionate he used to be. You miss all the the dates he would take you on. You just miss your old boy.
Rensuke misses you too. He hates himself for what he has become. He’s afraid.
Rensuke has gotten buffer, his hair longer and messier. But most importantly his face. He looks so sad, so defeated. His eyes starting to have bags his whole demeanor has changed.
Rensuke remembers when he lost and got kicked out of blue lock. He hates himself. He hates how he let you down, how he let his sisters down, and how he let himself down. He doesn’t know how to face you when he goes back home. He knows you’ll be sad, he knows that he will cry in your arms when he finally sees you. But then the wild card happened. He thought he didn’t have to face you just yet. Maybe he can redeem himself one last time.
You don’t know what happened exactly during the wildcard. But when blue lock got their 2 weeks off so did Rensuke. You didn’t even know he was back until his little sister texted you. “Hey y/n, can you come over please Rensuke is acting super weird” your heart dropped. Why didn’t he text you the second he got out? You got so anxious thinking about it, you were nervous the whole walk to his house. You knocked on the door and Mrs. Kunigami opened it. “Oh y/n I missed you so much. Ren has been acting super weird and looks so…different. Do you know what’s going on?” Your heart drops again. “Uh no I’m sorry. I didn’t even know he was back until you guys texted me”
The walk to his room was nerve wracking. Why were you so nervous? You’re finally seeing your boyfriend after months. You walk in and you’re surprised to see your boyfriend who takes care of his appearance look like total shit. He didn’t notice you come in until you whispered “Ren baby, are you okay?” He looks startled to see you in his room. “What are you doing here I didn’t tell you to come over? What do you want?” You’re surprised by his reaction, because you expected your boyfriend to spring on to you and kiss you. You’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks and this is how it turns out? You turn visibly upset.
“What the fuck Ren? This is how you greet me? What’s wrong with you? I came because my own boyfriend is back and I haven’t seen him In months. I thought you’d be happy to see me. I missed you so much.” Your eyes start to turn glossy, you’re frustrated. He looks at you then scoffs. “Get out. I don’t want to see you right now” Now you’re extra pissed, why does he have an attitude? Ren never has an attitude he’s always so patient. Your anger gets to you and now you’re the one yelling “are you seriously kicking me out?! I want to spend time with you before you have to go back why are you acting so different. Why do you look so different?! You look like total shit and you’re acting like a total fucking douche!” Okay maybe you’re acting a little over dramatic but this better knock some sense into him.
“Get the fuck out. I don’t wanna see you right now, not tomorrow, not ever again. Don’t talk to me again. We’re over.”
Woah. Did he just break up with you? This is the last thing you expected. You turn pale your heart is beating fast. “Wait Ren! No you can’t mean that. Hey just talk to me babe! I’m your girlfriend that’s what you’re supposed to do!” He looks at you and with such disgust he says “ex girlfriend”. That’s when you walk out, into the living room where his family is sitting on the couch. Yup they definitely heard your argument. You can’t see the looks on their faces because you’re tearing up but you walk out.
You get back home, mascara ruined and your dad asks you, “where’ve you been?” You don’t answer him. You don’t want to because what are you supposed to say? You just got broken up with? Hell no it’s embarrassing enough that his family heard yalls argument. You go into your room and scream and cry. The last thing you expected just happened to you.
3 days pass by. Not a single text from Kunigami. To be quite honest, now you’re the one looking like shit. You haven’t gone to school, you can’t show your face anywhere. Your dad is worried but he’s on a work trip right now so he can’t comfort you. “Ask Kunigami to come over, he can always cheer you up.” Right. You still haven’t told your dad.
You hear a knock on the door. You don’t bother getting it, it’s probably just a package arriving. Another knock, harder and faster. By this time you’re annoyed. You go to the door yelling “coming!!” You swing the door open ready to tell someone off but right in front of the entrance to you house is your newly ex boyfriend. Kunigami Rensuke.
You’re flustered, not expecting him. Even more flustered because of what you’re wearing. Spandex and Kunigami’s old shirt. “Uh hey, is there something I can help you with?” You ask awkwardly. “I need to get all my stuff back” he says with no emotion. “Oh sure come in, uh lemme go grab some of your stuff from my room” Kunigami waits patiently on the couch, truth be told you had none of his stuff packed. You wanted to keep all of it.
After about 10 minutes you’re about to finish getting all of his stuff ( he had a lot, it was practically his second home ). Just as you stand up you feel big muscular arms wrap around your waist. You’re startled and mad. Who does he think he is? “Kunigami let me fucking go” you say with so much venom. “What happened to Ren?” He asks. “I’m not going to call you that anymore, we’re not dating remember?” At that he perks up, and lets you go. This time y’all are both facing eachother you get a good look at him and see his puffy eyes. Has he been crying?
You send him off his way and after 5 minutes since he’s been gone you hear another knock on the door. Ugh what does he want? You open the door and before you could say something he comes running in hugging you. “I miss you so much I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry baby. I’m so sorry. Please just let me explain myself please.” You know you should’ve said no, but you can’t this is the man you love. The man you want to spend the rest of your life with.
You let him in. You both are sitting on the couch awkwardly. “Uh what did you have to say” Kunigami stands up and sits closer to you, looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry about how I’ve been acting. I’m so sorry. You know I love you right? I’ve loved you ever since I laid eyes on you. I love everything about you. I messed up. I should’ve told you what’s been going on, I should’ve told you everything from the start. Baby, I lost. I got kicked out of blue lock. I’m sorry. I let you down. But they gave me another chance, I could redeem myself. I took it obviously, my dream couldn’t just end there. But baby it was so hard. So fucking hard. I had to train till my body gave out. They wouldn’t let me talk to anyone. I was so lonely and isolated. I struggled for others people entertainment. I’m sorry. There’s so much more I wish I could tell you but that’s not the point. I can’t use that as an excuse for how I treated you. I was a shitty boyfriend. I’m sorry. I regret everything that I said. Every single thing. I was just ashamed of myself. Embarrassed. Baby I should’ve never broken up with you. I’m so scared right now. I just broke up with the girl I want to marry, the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with, the girl who I love most. I’m sorry. Please just take me back.”
He looks back at you because you haven’t said anything. You’re crying. Shit did he say the wrong thing? “Babe?” “Fuck you ren” you stand up and go to your room. So this is it? Kunigami will never forgive himself. Just as he’s about to open the front door, you come running and you jump on his back.
“HEY where are you going??!!” Kunigami looks back, and sees you carrying tissues. Oh. You left to get tissues. He didn’t notice he was crying until you force his face down kissing his tears away. You lean your forehead into his. “We will talk about this in the morning okay? I’m too tired to think” Kunigami is speechless. What? “You’re not mad?” “Im absolutely pissed right now, but I know you’ve been through a lot so I’m letting you go easy just this one time”
He smiles just as he’s about to say something you kiss him. The kiss is passionate and hungry leaving both of you off of breath. “What was that for?” “Just missed my beautiful boy. Come give me cuddles we haven’t cuddled in months”
He smiles thinking about how lucky he got.
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calcifiedunderland · 8 months
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Mirror, Mirror, Speak to Me~
or, Encounters of a Disney-aware Prefect ft. Vil Schoenheit
Part 1 (here), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
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Hiii this is my first fic in a while, hope you like it I’m totally not nervous ahaha
SFW, no warnings. Please enjoy~
Reader is Prefect/Yuu, uses they/them pronouns.
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This was the fourth time today that Vil had to remind himself to relax his brow, before he got wrinkles.
First, he woke up and saw a brand new, bright red dot in the very middle of his forehead, undoubtedly thanks to stressing out over meeting you today. After he heaped on concealer and foundation to cover the nasty thing, his new heels he’d just bought snapped off just as he was about to leave the dorm. Third, while he was trying to put on a new pair of heels, some graceless first year slammed into him. They only spilled their alchemy potion homework over his carefully picked outfit that you would’ve undoubtedly complimented him, and also faceplanted his makeup all over the wall.
And now there was a smear of his carefully-applied makeup on the wall, his nose hurt, and his ego was about to shatter.
And fourth, but worst of all, he now had to stand you up because of some impromptu dorm head meeting. You, who had to deal with him and his antics during VDC. And his stupid jealousy of Neige. And his training regimen for the crew. And not to mention his overblot-
The two of you couldn’t pass a day without arguing in your dusty Ramshackle living room. Even still, it felt like aeons ago when he was nagging you about something-or-other, and you were yelling back. You were infuriating, but somehow it was nice to finally meet someone who didn’t see Vil Schoenheit the actor, world-class supermodel, and housewarden for Pomefiore. Someone who challenged him despite his authority and skill, someone who questioned him. Somehow, you pushed him to be better than he was already, but only after his overblot did he realize what you’d done for him.
And somewhere along the way, he started liking your presence, after you two warmed up to each other. Little things, like asking for your help in film club, to managing Epel, brought you closer. Until it finally came to taking you on a day-trip to his father’s movie set in the Shaftlands on a not-date date. Taking you out was the least he could do. He was taking you out to show you how film-making is done. And after he’d take you shopping. And maybe you’d notice the nice shade of red lipstick he’d bought and his eyeshadow to make his eyes pop and you’ll compliment him and you’ll tell him the things he wanted to hear from you oh-so badly—
He pinched the bridge of his nose, just as Epel poked his head into his room, dressed in his Spelldrive gear.
“Hey Vil, Rook wanted me to get you for the dorm meeting.” Vil stood and walked with him, meeting Rook at the hall of mirrors. His vice housewarden smiled at him.
“Bonjour mon roi, I see you’re as elegant as ever!” Vil’s brow twitched as Rook smiled innocently at him, reading him immediately. “Shall we head off? Afterwards, you can meet sa tricksteur for your little get-together.”
“Ya mean f’r his date?” Epel’s eyes widened as Vil glared at him, “I’m merely showing the prefect how film-producing is done. Besides, I haven’t seen my father since winter break, and unless you want to help me direct and edit the next movie in the Film Club-“
“You needn’t take the prefect all the way to the Shaftlands just to teach them about movie-making,” Rook pointed out, “you could just teach them. And isn’t your father’s set very close to some shopping centers you mentioned you wanted to take them to?”
Rook’s eyes narrowed and he smiled deviously. “You’re wearing your Tenebrés heels from monsieur mastermind and the lipstick the trickster said they liked on you. Not to mention, your pupils widened when you mentioned them.” Rook leaned in, grin widening. “Is visiting your father all you will be doing? ”
Epel smirked at Vil’s blank expression, adding “‘n when did they start bein’ prefect an’ not potato?”
Vil’s face felt hot. “Let’s go, Rook.”
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Vil’s going to be late.
You frowned at your phone, staring at the message.
Good morning (y/n), the headmaster called for a quick housewarden meeting. It shouldn’t take too long, I sincelerelt apologize for the delay. I’ll be there soon.
-V.S.
You sighed and pushed open the doors of to the Mirror Chamber. You’d agreed to meet Vil here and take the Mirror to the Shaftlands after getting permission from Crowley, but you didn’t even see the message until now. And now you had time to kill until Vil arrived.
The Mirror Chamber looked strange while it was empty. The room was lit by the ever-burning green flame torches, but it still looked ominous. Probably thanks to the big-ass mirror with a face looming in front of you.
You looked at it. You vaguely remembered your life before NRC, barely a few months ago but still hazy to your memory. You remember crouching in front of a television, watching an animated movie with jaunty music play.
A black-haired girl in a blue and yellow dress singing to a well. A man with a feather in his cap, brandishing a dagger and a wooden box. A beautiful woman with a crown and a black cape sneering at her, then with a flourish of her robes marching to…
A mirror?
You frowned, plopping in front of the mirror. The dark voids of its ‘eyes’ stared emptily. She said something to the mirror. Mirrors can talk? What did she say to it?
Your head hurt as you remembered the dreams you had leading up to Vil’s overblot. That woman looked too much like the Fairest Queen. But that mirror can’t be the same.
What did she say to the mirror?
You thought for a long moment, then mumbled awkwardly “Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”
The Mirror loomed silently, not even regarding you. Well, you thought, the mirror isn’t really on a wall. It’s… floating?
Something about your wording still didn’t feel right. You shut your eyes and laid on the floor, trying to remember the Queen’s words.
Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?
That sounded right, but you’d have to reword it to be true. You thought for a moment, then spoke slowly, “Magic mirror in front of me, who would the fairest of them all be?”
The Mirror remained silent, and you laughed to yourself, “of course the mirror wouldn’t talk, it was just some drea-“
“Eyes bright as the starry sky,” the Mirror intoned,
“Heart kind as the mountain tall.
Mind broad as the clouds are high,
Thou, (y/n), are fairest of them all.”
Congrats, Mirror. You broke the (y/n).
How the fuck did you get the mirror to speak to you? You thought it only spoke to the headmaster that was just a stupid rhyme from my dream why did that-
Your mouth felt dry. Why did that work?
You stared at the Mirror. Now it’s void-like eyes seemed to look back at you and regard you. Not just a magicless prefect now, huh?
Was that just a dream? Was that just a movie you watched when you were younger? Five different dreams relating to Seven couldn’t be a coincidence. Why did it feel like you knew those stories? Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy???
Your mouth opened but before you could speak, your phone buzzed at your thigh. You flicked your screen and picked up the call, swallowing thickly and tried to act as if a Mirror didn’t call you fairest-of-them-all while you talked to the dude who overblotted over it.
“H-hey Vil, the meeting ended?”
Vil walked as fast as he could, heels clicking. “Yes, I’m heading to the Mirror Chamber,” he flicked open a compact mirror with his other hand, “have you been waiting long? I’m sorry.” Yes. His makeup stayed pristine.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll see you soon,” you hung up just as Vil swung the door open. You smiled at him. Was his makeup more on-point today?
“Ready to go?” He offered you his arm, which you took. “Yeah…” you regarded the mirror again. It stared blankly into the distance. Vil seemed to notice your stare, and he smiled sadly.
“You know, I think you’d like the Shaftlands,” he said softly, “where I grew up. The mountains where Jack and I used to play are beautiful. The sky is clear, and when the Aurora appears, it’s breathtaking. Jack and I used to cloud watch too,” he chuckled at the memory while you reeled from what the Mirror told you. Vil noted your arm tightening on his, and he patted you, “don’t be nervous. You’ll like it.”
That’s not why I’m nervous, you smiled at him, calming yourself. “I’m excited, don’t worry.”
With that, he turned to the Mirror and in a voice as authoritative as the Queen in your dream, said “Take us to the Shaftlands.”
The glass swirled and as you stepped into the cobblestoned streets of the Shaftlands, you pushed your encounter to the back of your mind. After all, your own Queen needed all your attention now. <3
Besides, what could some dusty old mirror know?
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Hi!! i hope this wasn’t too ooc, I had this idea for a while and the twst brain rot is real so I thought I’d write it. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, id love to know what you guys think 😄✨
I plan to do a pts 2 and 3 with rook and epel, stay tuned :3
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ricvettel · 2 years
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eddie gives me breaking the bed vibes, like, maybe he’s taking his anger out on you, fcking you so hard an all and it ends up breaking the bed
𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄.
·˚ ༘ warning: smut. cnc. mean!dom!eddie. rough sex. a little fluff.
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let’s put some context on it; maybe he had a fight with jason, again, where the blonde said more things than he should have, and later the same day something went wrong with hellfire totally ruining his day. now, it was a fact that eddie was never angry, at least he never made it show, but something about how his day had been made him so mad, and the only remedy to that was you.
as soon as he stepped on the trailer he started looking for you, he was thankful his uncle wasn’t home, he made his way towards his room, where you were laying on his bed reading a cheap magazine you had found on the store.
he got into the bed with you, you didn’t understand what was going on, he was ripping your clothes off and his own clothes, not even giving you a chance to ask what was going on before he pushed his dick on you.
he was holding your neck with one hand and the headboard with the other and he just started going at it, rough and fast, your thighs were already trembling from the violence of his skin slapping with yours, you were moaning loud, practically screaming in both pleasure and pain, since he didn’t even let you get used to him before fucking you.
you liked it when he handled you and nothing turned you on more than having him mad at you but you wish you could have an explanation as to why he was so angry at you, he was not even letting you moan properly, forcing your mouth open and stuffing three of his fingers inside to muffle your sounds.
“shut the fuck up y/n, i don’t want to hear a single sound coming from you, slut.”
in that moment you feel so weak, soaking wet around his cock because of the degradation, he knew you liked it, but he wasn’t doing it for your pleasure, he was fucking you like he hated you, letting you cum as hard as you wanted but still preventing you from being loud.
each time he came, he’d pull out and cum on your stomach, your chest or force your mouth open to swallow his load, he was being too rough and too mean and you should’ve probably been asking questions about his behavior, but he was fucking you beyond stupid and not even a single word could get out of your mouth.
his grip on the headboard was still as strong as it was before and he was going even harder on your poor body, you were raw and overstimulated, your pussy too tender to be able to take more of his vicious thrusts and his ways of playing with you.
“b-baby… eddie! please i can’t! can’t take anymore! ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! please eddie..!”
he glared down on you like you were some pathetic creature and kept plowing into you, holding the headboard with one hand and not stopping his thrusts, basically slamming it into the wall, the bed was squeaking and you could hear the sound of wood ripping but was going so hard on you, all you could do was roll your eyes to the back of you head and bite your lips until you bleed.
he started toying with your clit, twirling his fingers on it, rubbing it fast, when you came all around him he didn’t even reacted to the way your walls clenched impossibly tight around him, he just scoffed.
“whore, you keep saying that you can’t take more but you’re creaming all over my cock, keep lying and i’ll fuck you until your legs go numb.” he said, the white creamy ring around the base of his cock shinned like a trophy to him.
you were crying in the sheets, begging for a divine intervention to give you a rest, and that’s when the bed snapped under you in a loud sound that surprised you both.
eddie watched your fucked out expression faded and turned into a relieved, small smile. “you think a broken bed’s gonna stop me, princess?”
the smile absolutely erased from your face when he lifted you off the mattress, still balls deep in you and stood up against the wall, pressing your back to it, next to his precious guitar, and whispering in your hear.
“the last thing you should be worried about is a broken bed. i’m not done with you until i say i am, the earth could crack in two, but i won’t stop, i’ll be done torturing this pussy when i decide it, you hear me?”
you nodded, and there he went again, for at least two more rounds until you passed out of exhaustion. when you woke up he was nice again and a little worried for you, he told you about what happened, anger almost rising on his chest again, but the positive point was that now you were being cuddled and kissed all over.
you ended the night with a soft smile on your face, caressing him and trying to calm down his terrible temper.
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Hi!! Can i request a hurt/comfort hotch x reader?
Reader is starting to feel lonely in the relationship cause for the past 2 months hotch has only been home for a week total and she really misses him. They haven’t had time to themselves cause even when hotch is in virginia he’s in the office and him getting called out on a case during his day off happens more often than the both of them want to. and even when they text and call it’s not the same.
anyway hotch comes home in the middle of the night after a case and he just finds reader on the sofa crying cause she just really misses her boyfriend and the two of them finally talk about it.
You have permission to break my heart with the angst and put it back together. I know its long and i have no clue if it made sense so im sorry😭😭 enjoy your day💕
༉‧₊˚. 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 || 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫
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― pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size!reader
― summary: you knew that being with aaron meant that his job came first, you just hadn't realized how badly it would actually affect you. now, your life and love is on the line.
― warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! you have been warned!, thoughts of breaking up, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, hints of depression.
― wc: 905
⋆ a/n: my first long fic back being angst LMAOOOO. i'm not going to lie, writing this kind of bummed me out a bit but that's how i knew it was going to be good LOL. but never fear, i got a few smutty things in the works, so keep a silly little eye out for that!! i love you guys so so much and thank you for your request!
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The room felt melancholic. Empty. 
The sounds of laughter that had once bounced off of the walls of your home now rang silently, one of the only people that knew of the joy that once made your house a home was long gone on a case right now.
You don’t know what to do. How could you last like this? How could your relationship? How could Jack?
Jack, the precious little boy that you had taken under your wing even before you and Aaron had ever made it official. You knew he missed his father dearly, but with every large life milestone the boy had completed, Aaron had missed out on. It had gotten to the point where Jack doesn’t bother to ask you if he could call his dad to tell him about it, because nine times out of ten, he knew that Aaron wouldn’t answer.
So now as you sit here on the couch in the dark with your head in your hands, you can’t help but think that maybe this was it, that it was time to consider the very dreaded other option. 
You tried your best to make your relationship with Aaron work, God did you try, but having to sit there and endure weeks of radio silence, of not knowing whether or not he was alive was excruciating. When he did have time to text or call you, every conversation was more and more distant. 
Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, and your bottom lip trembled. You crossed your arms and placed them on your knees where you leaned on them, staring out into the abyss of your dimly lit living room. You had just put Jack to sleep, and you didn’t want to risk waking him up.
Your eyes solemnly scaled the walls where the pictures of your little family hung, frames upon frames of happy smiling faces. 
What happened?
It was the fact you were absolutely drowning in your thoughts that you didn’t hear your front door unlock – something that your boyfriend would deeply frown upon. 
Aaron wasn’t surprised to find the apartment quiet, what he was surprised to find was your silhouette illuminated by a single lamp. What really set off the alarms in his brain was your shivering shoulders, which could only mean one thing.
“Sweetheart?” His deep voice pierced the thin air hovering above you. You just shook your head, any happiness that would have left your mouth died in your throat, the words leaving you was, “We have to talk.”
You hated doing this, but who’s to say he won’t get called in tomorrow? No, you had to do this now.
Aaron felt his heart fall into his stomach as he made his way over towards you, gently sitting down on the cushion next to yours, almost as if he was afraid to scare you.
“Of course. Are you okay?” He inquired in concern. You just shook your head again. “This isn’t working, Aaron.” The pain lacing your voice was unmissable. “What?” He’s completely caught off guard, because this was the last thing he’d expected to come home to.
“I can’t do this anymore… unless – unless we can figure something out but even then I-” He rushes to grab your hand, and it lays limp and cold in his warm and calloused one. “Honey please, what’s wrong? Tell me what I can do.” Holy shit, he’s panicking. 
“You’re never here anymore! I - I can’t remember the last time in the past two months that we’ve been able to have any alone time together! Most of the time you’re either gone in a whole different state or stuck in the office!” You couldn’t stop the word vomit from leaving, all kinds of emotions that had been kept dormant finally coming up to the surface.
You heaved out a deep breath, your body slumping in defeat. “Did you know that Jack learned how to ride a bike today?” You asked quietly. “No.” Aaron gulped, “I didn’t.”
A heavy silence settled between the two of you.
“What do you need me to do?” Finally, you looked at him.
There were unshed tears in your eyes, “What I want you to do, you can’t make it happen.” His eyebrows furrowed. “You want me to quit my job?”
“No,” You said with a disbelieving laugh. “I just want you to be there.”
“Who says I can’t do that?” His head tilts, his eyes boring into yours, desperately trying to read you. It was like his profiler skills didn’t exist. “Every time you’ve had a day off you’ve been called into the office one way or another.” Your tone is hopeless, like your situation can’t be helped. 
With a harsh squeeze of your eyelids, the tears began to fall, but Aaron was quick to swipe them away.
“Honey, look at me,” He cups the side of your cheek, his thumb brushing away the liquid. Hesitantly you did, and you instantly fell victim to the warmness of his irises. “I will fix this, because I am not losing you. My behavior has been completely unacceptable, and I swear that I will be here for you and Jack more consistently, I promise.”
“How do I know if this won’t happen again?
“I’ll make sure of it.” 
It was the finality in his voice that fizzled out the anxiety in your gut, setting your nerves at ease.
“Don’t make me regret this, Hotchner.”
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perlelune · 30 days
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could we get an update on coryo and reader in no body, no crime? like maybe during her pregnancy or after she gives birth?
Another painful smile is nudged onto your lips as you unwrap Clemensia’s gift. It’s all you’ve done the entire morning. Sit in the living room like a dutiful wife while pretending you don’t feel sick every time someone compliments you on how well pregnancy suits you or what a gorgeous couple the two of you are.
The baby shower is just another well-crafted punishment by him. Yet another way to flaunt his victory in your face. Remind you that you’re to be a prisoner and him the jailor for the rest of your life.
“That’s so thoughtful of you, Clemmie,” you chime wryly as you consider the music box. It portrays two lovers entwined, twirling whenever the golden key on the side is turned.
She beams at you.
“You’re welcome. I saw it and thought of you two and your beautiful love story.”
“Our beautiful love story…” you mumble, your fingers tightening to the point of pain around the woodens edges of the box. You grow dizzy. Clemensia continues cheerfully, unaware of your shift in mood, “You know Liv is boiling with rage right now. That’s why she didn’t come.” She giggles and bends over your shoulder to share, “She’s had her eye on Coriolanus since he came back walking and behaving all differently.”
“You’re the luckiest girl in all of Panem,” she elates, squeezing your hands in hers. 
A wave of queasiness overtakes you, even worse than your bouts of morning nausea.
You bolt to your feet, the well of pretense running dry within you.
“If you’ll excuse me. I’m not feeling too well…”
“But we haven’t cut the cake yet,” Clemensia pouts.
“You can do it without me,” you answer evasively as you waddle away from her. It’s all you can manage these days. Waddle around the penthouse like a duck with how swollen your belly is.
“Sweetie…” your mother hails you as you make your way up the stairs.
“I need to pee, Ma,” you icily reply. 
The smile dies on your mother’s face as you brush past her. Six months ago, this would have stirred your guilt. Not any longer. Your life is ruined and Ma welcomed the monster responsible into her arms like a son.
Your isolation to the bedroom upstairs is soon interrupted by your husband sneaking up behind you.
“Pregnancy looks good on you, princess,” he purrs as he wraps his arms around your midriff. His mouth grazes against your temple. “Everyone’s missing you at the party.”
“Well, I can only pretend this marriage isn’t a total farce for so long,” you reply, making no effort to conceal the visceral hate sizzling through you.
“Only because you’re being difficult,” Coriolanus points out softly, his large hands sweeping over your baby bump. “You don’t have to fight me at every step.”
You whirl abruptly. 
“You took everything from me,” you hiss, irate tears welling up in your eyes. “My future-”
He gives a derisive snort. “I gave you a future. You really thought you had one with this pathetic wastrel?”
Your head grows hot with the insult. He has no right to mention him.
Your gaze narrows. “Even lying in the ground, he is more man than you’ll ever be, Coriolanus Snow.”
His blue eyes flare dangerously. His fingers cinch around your wrists, a wicked grin breaking out on his face. Your bones grind against one another as pain pulses through your wrists.
“Is he now? Do you want me to show you how much of a man I am?”
Your heart bounces as your husband drags you against your will and shoves you on the bed.
“Don’t,” you say squirming underneath him. There’s a disquieting emptiness in his blue gaze as he removes his belt and loops it around your hands to bind you to the headboard. A tragically familiar chill settles in your bones when he pulls his pants down and frees his hard cock.
“Since you’re so concerned about it…” your husband grunts, piercing your dry folds with his thick tip. His hand over your mouth stifles the scream building in your throat. He sinks inside you and your entire body comes alight with pain. Coriolanus plants tender kisses alongside your neck as he begins to move. The mattress squeaks with each of his sharp, brutal thrusts. “I’ll show you exactly how man I am, princess.”
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kitybur · 8 months
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 | 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜𝐰𝐡𝐲
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⌦ in which you, your silly friends and silly boyfriend move in together & what i think would happen.
— warnings: gn!reader, craziness, fluff, swearing
| can you write some headcannons abt how y/n would be with the rest of the group! or how the group would react to isaac and y/n hehe ANYWAY THANK U SM , love all of your content |
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• to start off, i think we can agree that living with the boys would actually be HELL.
• like you’d have to be scrubbing the house top to bottom after filming a groupchat video. but for the sake of this, let’s ignore the bad side 🤗.
• the boys would definitely love you, and treat you like their sibling (everyone but isaac ofc). they would probably be a little overprotective of you, but that’s them showing they care.
• you’re getting ready for a party? when and where. someone’s making you uncomfortable? who needs to step in. you feel me??
• these men would never fail to make you laugh if you were having a bad day. like if you had a bad day at school or work, they would instantly have you in cackles.
• they always make sure they try to include you. if you weren’t a streamer, they would make sure that you get some screen time if you like to be on film. if you don’t, they make sure that you at least go on adventures with them (especially willy vlogs)
• okay independently tho.. i feel like softwilly would be the one to include you in most things (if you weren’t a streamer like we just established). idk he looks like the type of person who wouldn’t want to leave anyone out or behind. if you were a streamer, he’d still try to include you on recordings.
• yumi definitely would not give two shits im ngl 😭 he does his own thing so i feel like he just wouldn’t bother with you (in the nicest way possible) if you didn’t want to hang out or go film a vlog. but he’s definitely like one of the funniest people when you get to know him so he’s basically your main bitch when you’re sad.
• larry would definitely be your best friend. he’s got such a sweet personality that you’d instantly click and just do stupid shit together. like you’d play loud music at four in the morning and wake everyone up because you saw a tiktok dance you wanted to try ☠️ i just feel like larry would be easy to get along with.
• along with larry, i also feel like grunk would be easy to get along with. you’d both go out shopping since he’s lowkey got drip and you’d bond over it. i feel like if grunk got close enough to you, he’d ask to watch spongebob together. whether it’s over discord or irl. it’s a special moment y’all get to have to hang out.
• tanner would be your workout buddy. he’d make sure that he spots you and vice versa, and make sure that you aren’t breaking your bones doing a new workout. if you don’t workout, he’d be your horror game buddy. tanner would even just have you in the room because he gets jumpy. and if he gets too pissed off he’d make you play. and just constantly grab your shoulders to scare you.
• and lastly, we have isaac. in this case, isaac is your bf and lord he would be the best boyfriend. 🙏 like he’s actually super tall and muscular that he would give GREAT hugs. bro and the best cuddles. literally could crush you and that’s lowkey hot 🫡.
• but no, isaac would definitely be your muse. he’s definitely got that golden retriever type vibe, maybe slight black cat. isaac would be the best at massages. idk why that came to my head. i feel like with his large hands he’d be able to give great back or shoulder massages.
• isaac would buy you a bunch of shit, like he does for the house. it could be something totally stupid and he’d be like “but it’s useful in so many ways” or “it’s cute!” when it’s really fucking ugly but you’d never tell him that.
• you WILL constantly hear gagging sounds from the rest of the members whenever you and isaac are in mere 2 feet of each other. mostly from yumi and softwilly. but it’s all jokes! most the time..
• they will also make kissing sounds when you two walk out of isaac’s bedroom and ask if you used protection. even if you have literally just woken up.
• larry and tanner would recreate any lovey dovey thing you guys do, but make it 10x more funnier. any photo y’all post together, they copy it and tag you both.
• ^^ stop tell me you can’t see that happening 😭😭
• grunk would be the supportive bsf but will threaten isaac if he takes you away when you’re supposed to watch spongebob together.
• overall, i think living with them would be such a hassle, but if you plan it right it may be fun. if you love cleaning and screaming children at midnight, this is right up your alley ‼️
• ‘kay but y’all gotta agree that living with them would actually be so fun cause they’re funny and have an amazing time doing actually anything. like they could make any regular night into an eventful night that would end in the kitchen a mess, empty cans in the floor and bodies sleeping anywhere they can find comfortable.
• and those are our youtubers/streamers 🥹
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a/n: okay pls tell me if you agree or disagree with any of these cause i was just going off the top of my head but i wanna hear what y’all have to say about it too! i didn’t really know what to write for this so it’s all based on my opinion and how i see it. i hope this fulfills your request!
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