#if you've made it this far through the tags: congratulations

[athanza]

"Shell" (Part 3)

Eric Coulter x fem reader

Tags: Enemies to lovers (sort of??), hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, a sprinkle of fluff.

TW: Canon violence (blood, fighting, knives, guns etc), angst, abusive past, self-destructive behaviour, crying.

Part 1 Part 2

You didn't sleep that night. You didn't even notice Eric staring at you occasionally from across the dining hall at dinner, almost absent mindedly as he replayed your fear landscape in his mind. You had been so quiet and kept so to yourself throughout your entire training, he hadn't known a thing about you until now, other than your sheer determination and resilience, which he came to admire in you as you pushed through the rounds of training.

You got up early that morning, far earlier than anyone else and climbed to the top of the building where the jump point was. The sun was just starting to come up and you sat and watched it rise above the city, the brisk morning air not doing much for keeping you awake after your sleepless night.

Your fear landscape proved something to you that you didn't know needed proving. You knew now why you chose Dauntless, to learn what you were never taught, to stand up for and defend yourself, no one else was going to. You had to learn what you had in you and now you had, a new part of you had been unlocked and you didn't quite know how to process it yet.

The 7:00 alarm went off on your watch and you took the fall down to the net as a shortcut back to Dauntless HQ.

You were the first initiate at the scoring board waiting for the results but the others arrived not long after. You got a nod of acknowledgement from Four and, unusually, one from Eric as well.

Whispers rippled through the crowd as everyone waited for the results, you noticed a few were as silent as you were, they were at the bottom at the end of the last round. You'd be surprised if any of them made it. You felt a ping of guilt, knowing you were at the top.

Suddenly the board lit up and the names were displayed in their places, you quickly saw your name in second place and a sense of relief and calm came over you so much that you walked away and sat on the first chair you could find, resting your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands.

"Congratulations initiate." Came Four's voice a few moments later. It sounded proud almost, it grounded you.

"Thank you." You smiled.

"Go get yourself some rest. You've earned it."

He walked off, leaving the crowd of passing initiates to cheer and celebrate, while you noticed Eric usher the three quiet initiates away amidst the celebration.

Your heart sank a little. It was a bitter-sweet moment but you couldn't let that get in the way of all that you had accomplished these last few months, especially yesterday. You were proud of yourself.

~~~

That night the celebration continued in the pit with music blaring and drinks being passed around. It wasn't really your scene but you did want to do something to commemorate the day, something for yourself.

You let your hair down, put on a little makeup and went down to the tattoo parlor.

"Hey! Congrats initiate!" Said one of the tattoo artists who you had seen around before.

"Thank you." You replied with a smile.

"You here to get a tat?" She asked.

You nodded.

"You know roughly what you want? If none of the ones on the wall suit your fancy I can draw one up for you?"

"I think I know what I want." You said, a vague idea in your mind but it was enough for the artist to draw one up and you loved it.

It only took a few minutes to apply but when she was done you stood up and walked over to the mirror to have a look and you instantly teared up.

It was a moth. It's detailed wings stretched across your back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, signifying your transformation from when you arrived to where you are today.

"Welcome to Dauntless." The woman smiled and you smiled in return.

"Nice tat." Came Eric's voice from behind you.

You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes, hoping he didn't see and clasped your bra back up and pulled your tank top down.

"Thank you sir." You said.

"You're not an initiate anymore, you can call me Eric." He said, chuckling slightly as he walked over to one of the tattoo chairs and began pulling up his sleeve. "Relax."

"Thank you Eric." You replied, less stiff than before.

Hearing you say his name for the first time gave him another ping of warmth towards you and he smirked and started going over some tattoos with the artist.

You walked back out into the chaos of celebration that roared through the pit. A mosh pit in the center of the crowd getting wild and you weaved your way to the food court to get yourself a bite to eat before heading to the safety of the railing that looked down on the crowd. You wanted to be involved but didn't want to lock yourself in your room just yet, so you sat, chewing on your bread roll while you watched the chaos unfold beneath you, wishing you had bothered to make some friends during initiation.

Just then a bottle of beer appeared in your peripheral vision and you turned to see who was holding it. It was Lexa, one of your fellow initiates, 4th on the final ranking. You remembered you had sparred with her a few times.

"Beer?" She said with an inviting smile.

"Sure, thanks." You replied.

Lexa took a seat next to you, legs hanging over the ledge. "We haven't really spoken much. I'm Lexa. Transfer from Amity."

She reached out her hand and you shook it. "I'm Y/N, transfer from Candor."

"Oh my god, Candor!?" She said. Clearly she was a bit tipsy. "I never would have guessed. You're so quiet!"

You chuckled, Candor were known for their big mouths. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

#Divergent #eric coulter #eric x reader #divergent x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #fic

[queerplatonicshipshowdown]

Congratulations to Camilla Hect and Palamades Sextus from The Locked Tomb for winning the Queerplatonic Ship Showdown!

Jessie and James put up a good fight, but in the end, they just couldn't keep up with Campal.

That concludes this tournament! Come check out @transgenderswagcompetitions, where I am hosting the Transgender Swag in Books tournament! Submissions will be open for another 2 weeks, after which I'll take a week or so to sort through them and put together the bracket.

Thank you to everyone for voting in this tournament! I may do a second version of the tournament a ways down the road with queerplatonic ships that didn't make it very far (in addition to any other ships that weren't submitted in time for this one). However, that will probably be quite a ways into the future.

In the meantime, if you want to tag me in any qpr-related posts (especially if you've made art of a queerplatonic ship!), I will reblog those posts! I don't want this blog to go completely inactive, and I think this blog could be a great way to boost artists or just post about queerplatonic stuff.

Anyway, that's all for now! Thanks again for voting in this tournament!

#new pinned #tournament winner

[mareenavee]

Congratulations! You've been given the opportunity to create a brand new NPC for vanilla Skyrim, completely with vanilla bugs.

Who would this person be? How did they get to Skyrim? What are some funny things they might say in passing? Would they be a follower -- and if so, how would they fight? If not, why? and are they safe? Feel free to elaborate and answer unasked questions about this critter. (: This can be related to your fic(s) and/or existing OCs or completely separate just for fun.

Tagged by the most esteemed @paraparadigm except not really, it was an Ask I sent her for funsies (read her amazing answer here!) and she turned it into a tag game lol

So without further ado, I am pleased to introduce you to...

Oft-Forgotten, Argonian sneak thief. Or, would be, really, if he was any good at sneaking or thieving. He uses a two-handed war hammer, which, in hindsight, is the perfect weapon for sneak attacks, come to think of it.

He's a nice green lizard man. Generally cool and collected. Tries to befriend everyone around him, but bless his heart, when he tries to talk to others he accidentally steals things off their counters every single time. In full view. He can't really help it. In this way, every Hold has bounties in the books for him for petty theft and/or destruction of property. The guards kind of recognize him, but can't be too sure. They say "Hey, I know you?" and then when Oft tries to pay his fines, they just say "Hmm? Need something?" and so, the crimes just kind of linger, unresolved.

He'll follow you, too, if you ask, but has a tendency to wander off. Sometimes he complains about how gross caves and/or Nordic ruins are in broad daylight in the middle of the street. Maybe he has unresolved trauma regarding things like this -- it's hard to say. When you ask him, he's often prone to get caught up in your hit box, fall over and drag unceremoniously behind you by some kind of odd force you can't quite explain. Almost as if stuck to your shoe. He recovers upon fast travel.

Oh and don't get me started on Giants. He's prone to trying to befriend them, too, but considering he sort of always brandishes his war hammer no matter where he's walking, they...take him as a bit of a threat. How he's survived blows from Giants that launch him so far up in the sky it's hard to say when he'll be back down is beyond you, but he gets up, brushes it off, and rushes off to continue adventuring, no harm done. He must have the favor of some Gods, or is exceedingly well preserved by the Hist. You're not exactly sure how that works, anyway.

He's not one for walking off the beaten path, though. You once climbed to the Throat of the World, assuming your friend was behind you the whole way, only to find he'd disappeared at some unknown point. Choosing not to reload your save to when you last remembered him being there -- for some strange reason, you can't remember how long ago that was, really -- you trek all the way back down to Ivarstead and find him under the bridge in the river, face crushed to the bricks. You try to talk to him, but somehow he warps through the solid structure until you can only see some nostrils and the edge of a horn. This, too, resolves with fast travel.

Regardless of his...weirdness, at least you can rely on him for good conversation. You think. You're not really sure. Every time you try and recall a detail he's said, the only thing you can remember is battle cries, and those comments about caves and ruins. You turn around, recalling this and find he's gone again. Maybe he actually is a good sneak thief and you've just forgotten.

~*~

Since Para made this a tag game, let's tag @changelingsandothernonsense again (: And @friend-of-giants as well! And for some writing practice, why not @thattalviel, and @orfeoarte? I'd love to hear from @airiat, @saltymaplesyrup, @elfinismsarts, @goddess-of-sorrow and @thequeenofthewinter too! And as always, if you're up for it, @the-storytellers-seer!

Also honorary tagging anyone else who wants to try this!

Feel free to make these NPCs as serious or as silly as you want! Para and I are just, apparently, in a mood today lol

#Bug or Feature? Yes #this is based on my sibling's most recent play through of Skyrim #Skyrim Shenanigans #AskMareena #Tag Game #MareenaWrites #Skyrim #Elder Scrolls #tesblr

[byeol-ssi]

Hi Byeol!!! I'm Alizah, my pronouns are she/her and I'd like to request a #7 with Marius!

Also, huuuugggeeee congratulations on your milestone and u toooottalllyyyy deserve it. As a Marius simp, consider me well fed with the fic you released it is *chef's kiss* and i read it atleast 5 times each to feel mentally and emotionally stable I'm not even kidding 😂

✦ SAVE THE DATE ♡ for @lalizah

✦ marius von hagen | tears of themis

✦ tags: attending a food tasting event together, established relationship

looking up from your plate, you dreamily took in your surroundings for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. 

the entire venue was transformed to resemble a palace, as if it was conjured straight from a storybook, with a glass-domed ceiling revealing countless constellations. lush greenery, miniature trimmed trees, and blossoming flowers surrounded each table while clinging vines wrapped around tall, marble pillars. 

various food floated in like a never-ending river, carried by servers dressed in white tunics, who glided wordlessly to and from the banquet tables, ensuring that all the trays and glasses remained full. 

preparations for this event certainly spared no expense, and you glanced toward the man who'd brought you here tonight, curiosity overshadowing your daze-like wonder. 

"you never did tell me who planned and hosted this entire event," you comment slowly. 

MARIUS doesn't seem to register your remark — which only heightens your suspicions because he's always paid attention to whatever you said — and instead brings his fork up to your lips. "have you tried this? it tastes divine." 

you narrow your eyes, but he only smiles wider, nodding encouragingly as you take an acquiescent bite. 

he was right, of course. everything you've sampled tasted spectacular, and you finally understood what people meant when they likened the experience of eating immaculate delicacies to a symphony of music. 

yet, a nagging thought had taken root inside your head by the time you both settled in your seats to take on your third serving of the night.

so far, everything that was being served was food you particularly loved — simply heightened in class, technique, and spun into fine cuisine — and there were flavors that were not only comforting but familiar. 

and by narrowing down the people who were privy to this knowledge, it seemed only rational that the culprit was the same person who invited you here. 

your boyfriend. 

"marius," you call out, reaching out for his hand idly tapping the table. 

he takes your hands in his, almost intrinsically, brushing your knuckles with the pad of his thumb. "yes, my love?" 

"who's sponsoring or hosting this event?" you ask again, and your deduction proves itself justified when he slyly attempts to avoid your gaze. 

"we haven't gone over to the dessert section yet." he tips his head in a random direction, but you refuse to be sidetracked, even with the mention of tasty sweets. "would you like me to get a few for you?"

"marius." 

"hmm?"

"you're avoiding the question."

he says nothing, however, and squirms slightly in his seat. finally realizing you wouldn't let go of this so easily, he sighs. 

"pax is," he reveals, and your heart flutters. the sensation transitions into a hurricane when he quietly adds, "i personally oversaw the menu and made sure they whipped up all of your favorites and some other stuff you told me you've been wanting to try." 

warmth spreads through your chest, and before you're able to notice it, tears prick at the edge of your eyes. "thank you. for everything." 

his grin grows impossibly bright, lifting your hand to kiss the inside of your wrist. "i would even give my heart out to you on a platter if you asked for it."

✦ byeol’s notes: hello, alizah darling! thank you so, so much for being very kind, your message means the entire world to little me. i hope you'll enjoy this offering i made for you. always take care! ♡

✦ link to the event directory!

#✦ 700 milestone event. #♡ — save the date. #tears of themis #tears of themis x you #tears of themis x reader #marius von hagen x reader #marius von hagen x you #marius von hagen #marius x reader #marius x you #tot lu jinghe #lu jinghe x reader

[valkyrie-night-103]

I know you've shown it to me before but could you please provide your followers with a bit of information about the esports au? Also, I love you loads!

Love you too, babe <3

I’ve actually developed the esports au a little more, I hope y’all enjoy! My tag for this AU is #a word from our sponsors

And now, a word from our sponsors

Kenny Omega is a young Canadian upstart in the world of esports, and after winning a large amateur tournament when nobody knew who he was, he quickly gains a sizeable following of diehard fans. In a matter of weeks, he becomes one of the most interesting free agents in competitive gaming, receiving multiple contract offers from some big name teams.

Despite this, all Kenny wants is a match against Kota Ibushi, a shining young member of Dramatic Dream Team, a relatively small Japanese Esport team all about fun and enjoying gaming.

Kota accepts and DDT make the arrangements, and Kenny flies over to have the match. It’s intense, but Kenny loses the best of three. Kota offers his hand to shake and Kenny hugs him.

Kota hugs back emphatically (much to Kenny’s relief) and whispers “good game” which are pretty much the only English words he knows that aren’t profanities. He pats Kenny’s back in a way that he hopes is friendly and not too over-familiar. Kenny sniffles through a strongly accented expression of gratitude— or maybe it’s a congratulations, he’s not sure. But if Kota’s shoulder is a little wet where Kenny rested his head? Well, that’s nobody’s business but his.

DDT brings Kenny back for another match, highly impressed by his showing and notoriety. This time, it’s a doubles match with Kenny and Kota on opposite sides. Kenny’s team wins by the skin of their teeth in a fantastic finish that is so wonderfully executed that it makes Kota smile even as he loses. Kenny offers his teammate a high-five, but he’s too busy talking shit, so Kota intercepts with a high-five of his own. It makes Kenny laugh, and he interlocks their hands before pulling him in for the kind of one-armed bro-hug men do when they don’t know how to communicate affection.

Backstage, he makes sure to get Kota’s Facebook so they can see what the other is up to. And his phone number, so they can keep in touch. And his address, so they can mail each other location-exclusive Pokémon cards.

He barely puts his phone down for the next few weeks, and spends far too many nights staying up late to keep talking with Kota. Every time the message notification lights up his screen, he smiles, even though he knows it’ll probably be another google-translated message that neither of them understand. They quickly find their way around the language barrier, communicating through memes, nerdy references, and stupid selfies.

Kenny is invited to headline a big event in a match against Kota, the first in a best-of-seven to establish their rivalry— but they independently request the opportunity to team with the other. DDT are reluctant, but eventually cave.

It’s a massive success, drawing insane viewership and a clear victory.

Kenny is asked to join DDT full time— and so, he uproots his entire North American life to move to Japan and play in an actual team for the first time. The pay isn’t great, but he’s actually living off his hobby. That’s more than he could say a month ago.

Kenny and Kota quickly become the best young duo in the whole team, though their methods are a little unorthodox. They quickly become best friends, almost from the moment they saw each other. They become inseparable to the point where they start sharing rooms to cut costs when travelling for tournaments.

Eventually there is a booking mixup that results in them sharing a double bed, and when they wake up they realise that they must have moved in their sleep, because they find themselves spooning.

Things are a little bit awkward, but they get on with it as normal. Even so, it’s made something clearer to Kenny- he has a crush on Kota Ibushi. Equally obvious to him, is that he doesn’t want to ruin what he has, leaving him with the delicate balancing act that is being in love with your best friend.

#aew #all elite wrestling #wrestling #kenny omega #kenny omega my beloved #fic ask game #golden lovers #kota ibushi #aew ask game #a word from our sponsors

[stevethehairington]

Congratulations!! Honestly I’ve never seen a fic get anywhere close to 1k so 2k is so fucking impressive. That’s insane! I was wondering if you have any tips for bringing in readers? Obviously your writing is amazing. Currently I’m struggling to get 20 kudos. 😅

so sorry for the late reply, it's been a busy week! but thank you so much!!!!! i'm honestly so like shocked that it's managed to get up to 2k! it just baffles me that at least two thousand people have read/liked something that i wrote. it's incredibly validating and i just feel so so so grateful.

ooh, tips for bringing in readers hm.

share your fic on multiple platforms! obviously, once that fic is posted it's going to show up in the tags you've used on ao3 (assuming that's where you've posted it!), but you want it to reach more than just those looking on ao3, because not everyone looks in the general pairing tag or narrows their search down to the trope tags you may have used. so my advice here, is to take that link and make a tumblr post with it! make a tweet that includes it! throw that link up on instagram if you use that for fandom stuff. if you're in any discord servers for that fandom/pairing, drop the link there too! spread it around as far and wide as you can so you can get as many eyes on it as possible!

do not be afraid of some good ol' shameless self-promo! in the same vein as #1, don't be afraid to then promote those posts you've made about your fic! self-reblog, self-retweet, self-rewhatever! get your fic circulating! it's your blog/page/account, so you shouldn't ever feel bad about boosting up your own content!

find yourself a good group of friends who will hype the hell out of you and your works! not only is it ridiculously nice to have a group of people who you can talk with about fandom stuff, and spitball ideas with, and discuss theories or headcanons with until they turn into something more, but it is also soooo incredible to have people that are in your corner and that will read anything you put out and who will then also reblog/retweet/rewhatever your fics too! even if you run in the same general circle, they're still going to have connections with other people that you won't, so if they help you out by reblogging your fic, then that spreads it even further than just your own followers. and like, in my experience, fandom friends will be some of the most ride or die, supportive people that will stop at nothing to hype you up to the highest point they possibly can, so like hang onto them as tight as you possibly can because they are just the absolute best things ever <3

create some sort of banner/moodboard/graphic to go with the fic i have not personally done this, just because i am usually far too impatient once i finish a fic and i just want to get it up asap lol, BUT. i know that there are fics i've seen that have totally eye catching banners or moodboards or things like that that the writers will attach to the beginning of the fic but also to their promo posts, and those absolutely will grab attention! like, someone will be scrolling through the tag and see the banner/moodboard/whatever you made and go woah, that's cool, what is this? and they'll check out your post and if it's something they decide they're into, then the fic itself too!

i'm trying to think if there's any other advice i could give you, but tbh these are the things i stick to doing the most with my own fics. hopefully that was at least a little bit helpful!! i wish you the absolute best of luck, though! trying to get engagement on writing can be very difficult, but it's really awesome that you're putting yourself out there no matter what and sharing something you've created! that's so special and you should be very proud of yourself for that!!

(also, if your fic is a steddie fic or another st pairing that i'm into and you want to drop me the link i would totally love to check it out!!)

#asks #anonymous #writing advice

[fangirl-nadir]

Finding Tumblr blogs to follow: a beginner's guide

So! You finally made that Tumblr blog you've always wanted. Congratulations, and welcome to the hellsite! First things first, let's help you find some people to follow.

Tip 1: Unfollow Staff

No one follows staff.

Tip 2: Start with the iconic blogs

Pukicho, Biggest Gaudiest Patronuses, and One Time I Dreamt are by far the most iconic Tumblr blogs and are well worth a follow! Some other local celebrities include I Am a Fish, Amtrak Official, Neil Gaiman, and Strange Aeons.

Tip 3: Try a gimmick blog!

The Shitpost Calligrapher, Haiku Bot, and Alphabet Completionist are examples of gimmick blogs: blogs that have a specific, well... Gimmick. Whether it's turning your posts into beautiful calligraphy or counting the letters used in your post, these guys are always a source of fun!

Tip 4: See if creators you follow elsewhere are on Tumblr

You'd be surprised how many people have a secret Tumblr!

Tip 5: Scroll through some tags and see if anyone stands out to you!

This is how you'll find the majority of people to follow. Type something you like into the search bar and start scrolling! If you see a post you like check out the OP's blog to see if you like the rest of their content. If no specific blogs stand out but you still want to keep up with the topic, follow the tag!

Tip 5 1/2: Don't be afraid to block people and/or filter tags

There are a lot of annoying people out there and it's ok to block them. Similarly, if Tumblr keeps showing you content for something you're not interested in you can actually block the tag! Sick of people posting about FNAF? There's a quick and easy fix for that!

#tumblr etiquette #tumblr guides #advice #tumblr advice #tumblr help

[rogue-durin-16]

YOU DRIVE ME MAD

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: brief mention of violence, blood, language (this seems a lot darker than it is lmao)

A/N: idk man I just love this idiot so here it comes another oneshot. The reader's house is not specified btw. Enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Fred spotted me and walked to stand near me before asking jokingly "On your way to kill a man, Y/n?" Oh, little did he know.

"what is that?!" I exclaimed at the sight of my friend's bruised arm.

"uhm... Nothing."

"who did that to you?" I knew the answer before I even got it. My friend had gone to break up with that Cormac McLaggen the previous night; she had finally listened to us and ended that toxic relationship they had, but apparently she got a souvenir from it.

"It's fine- he didn't mean to- Y/n don't do anything stupid." Too late, I saw red.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Weasley." I curtly replied bumping his shoulder while I walked past him, making his smile drop in confusion. I never missed the opportunity to start a playful argument with him, but, as I had said, I didn't have time for that.

With the corner of my eye, I saw him joining my friends in the task of trailing after me.

I spotted the bastard chatting with his friends in the middle of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. "Oi, McLaggen!"

"Evening, Y/l/n." That filthy grin vanished from his face when I kicked him in the balls, triggering some gasps from our peers and a grunt of pain from him.

"Listen carefully, you loathsome pig." I leaned over to be eye to eye with him. "If you dare to lay a finger on my friend again— if you even think about it— I'll become your personal nightmare." I stood upright again, his eyes full of hate and rage following my movements. "You don't deserve a bloody warning, but I'm a generous woman." Poison dripped off my tongue, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I stepped back and turned around.

My eyes met Fred's worried ones while I made my way to my friends; they surely had told him enough for the ginger to know this was no time for joking and teasing.

His gaze then flickered behind me with panic and I realized a tad too late I shouldn't have turned my back to McLaggen; at the end of the day, pride overpowered honour in a lot of Gryffindors.

I spun around, grabbing my wand from my pocket, but I wasn't fast enough; before I knew what was happening, Fred was in front of me, serving as a human shield from the jinx.

The unknown spell hit his back and propelled us in my friends' direction. I was quickly on my knees, sitting Fred up and earning a grunt in the process, which I initially thought was caused by the fall. "Are you mental?!" My friend casted an Expelliarmus at the younger Gryffindor, long forgotten due to Fred's actions.

"My back— AH!" He yelped when I tried to pull him up.

"OI!" A first year who had made his way to the first row of students frantically gestured at Fred's back. "He's bleeding!!"

"What?!" I made him lean on me to take a look at his white shirt, now stained with blood. What I thought to be a harmless jinx turned out to be fatal.

"He's not supposed to be bleeding!" Cormac shouted, as panicked as I was.

One of my friends said something about going to look for George while the others shoot off to look for Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Fred mumbled through gritted teeth, his voice shaky and weak. He felt so fragile in my arms, and I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.

"Fred—" his hands, which had been gripping my forearms, lost strength as the boy's body relaxed. "For fuck's sake don't fall asleep."

"... 'm trying..."

"FREDDIE!" His twin brother rushed to us, falling on his knees by his brother's side.

"I'm sorry." McLaggen had walked to us, keeping a safe distance.

"YOU'RE DEAD MCLAGGEN!" George stood up before I could stop him. Luckily for everyone, Madam Pomfrey showed up.

"Oh Lord! Mister Weasley, quick! Help me with your brother!" The Healer commanded, and soon they were pulling Fred off my grasp and rushing to the infirmary.

I was left in the middle of the hallway with my friends showering me with worried questions and reassurance.

What the fuck had just happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

During dinner, several girls and a couple of boys came to congratulate me for kicking McLaggen's balls, and it would have been a lot more satisfactory if Fred Weasley hadn't stepped in the middle.

As soon as I finished my meal, I headed to the infirmary through the now quiet halls, only to find there were too many people visiting.

Of course, George was there, along with their younger siblings and Lee Jordan, but in front of them stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and none other than Cormac McLaggen himself.

"—already told you it wasn't for you!"

"How is that an apology, Mister McLaggen?" McGonagall scolded him, refraining herself from hitting the boy herself.

"You better fucking run, McLaggen, because the moment I can step out of this bed I swear on Godric I will—"

"Enough, Mister Weasley!" I almost pitied the poor woman. Her House was probably the most problematic. "All of you must go to your dormitories, Mister Weasley needs to rest." I stood on the entrance of the room, unsure of whether I should leave or enter, until Flitwick's eyes landed on my form. He redirected McGonagall's attention to me, and I felt the need of shying away. "Miss Y/l/n," I didn't miss the failed attempt of Fred to move; luckily, he was stopped by his sister. "I suppose you wanted to pay a visit?"

"Uhm... I did, Professor." I confessed, fidgeting with the sleeves of my robe. "I know it's late—"

"Don't take too long." She spoke, motioning everyone to follow her. "Curfew is still at 10." She reminded me in a warning tone, passing by.

As soon as they were out, I made my way to Fred, who lay on his stomach in one of the beds, the sheets only covering his legs an hips in order to avoid the clothing chaffing his damaged skin.

"You have a heart after all, huh?" He teased once I stood in front of him.

"How are you?" He frowned at my genuine question; the ginger surely expected me to make a witty comeback, but again, it didn't seem the time.

"A tad better." He gave me a reassuring half smile, deciding to drop our banter for a night. "Flitwick said he used a stinging jinx but casted it wrong." Fred huffed. "A bloody tosser."

He motioned at the chair behind me and I sat down, scooting closer to the bed. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had jumped in front of me. It had hit his back, but I knew it was meant to hit my face —what a mess that would have been—, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"It's not on you." I felt my face flaring up at the ease with which he saw through me. I wasn't the first time he did that, but it was the first time he didn't use it to tease me.

"I know, I just—" I sighed. "I don't know." Though my sight was casted down, I still felt his worried gaze on me. "I'm gonna murder him."

"I reckon George will overtake us both on that." He tried to laugh but ended up in a since instead. "Or Gin. Maybe they'll team up with Ron and we'll find a corpse in the Gryffindor common room tomorrow." This time it was me who laughed. "How's your friend?"

"She'll be alright." I informed, distracting myself with a loose string at the hem of my skirt.

"And you?" I met his eyes with a hum leaving my mouth. "How are you?"

"Been better." I confessed.

Silence.

"Can you pass me the water?" I nodded, holding the glass in front of him and putting the straw in his mouth so he could take a couple of sips. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Silence again.

"Did you eat something?"

He scrunched his nose. "Not really."

"I'll go grab something from the kitchens." I didn't get far before his long fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"I'd rather have you here keeping my company." I then sat down again, his fingers only leaving my wrist to intertwin with mines. "I'm not hungry anyway."

More silence.

"Your hand is really soft." I reckon those words involuntarily escaped his lips by the way his eyes widened. "I don't know why I said that."

"Yours is too, surprisingly."

"Surprisingly?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I didn't quite realise what his grin was about until I spoke again.

"I imagined they'd be more rough." Oh no. "That came out wrong— I meant—"

"That you've imagined what my hands would feel like?" He was trying to bite back a laugh at the way my face turned red.

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Liar."

There we went again; the white flag was out.

"Fuck you."

"Please." My cheeks turned even redder, and I wanted to think it was because of the anger. "You look really cute when you blush."

"You look really cute when you keep your mouth shut."

"Then shut me, love." He wiggled his brows at me.

"I would, but I don't wanna punch you in this state."

"You're very agressive." He pointed out, shocked that I didn't get what he was implying. "I meant with a kiss."

"Ew-" I pretended to gag. "no!"

He tugged on my hand and pulled me to my knees falling right in front of his eyes with our faces inches away. "C'mon Y/l/n, we're dragging this on now." His eyes kept falling on my mouth after I had unconsciously chewed on my lower lip.

"We're... We're not dragging on anything." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Do you want me to start? Alright, you drive me mad." He forced his gaze to be fixed on mine. "You're annoying, rude and a pain in the arse." I huffed. "But you're also quick-witted and caring and brave." Gosh I hated how easily he made me blush. "Sometimes I want to punch you in that pretty face of yours but other times— most of the times— all I wanna do is kiss you." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "Hell, I threw myself between you and that blonker without thinking twice!"

He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting me to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.

"Miss Y/l/n," Madam Pomfrey called, making me let go of Fred's hand an stood up. "It's almost ten o'clock! Let Mister Weasley rest." I nodded, not even looking in Fred's direction as I exited the infirmary.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

The morning after the incident, Dean and Neville dragged in an unrecognisable McLaggen; they were probably the only ones who cared about that bloke enough to take him to Madam Pomfrey, though they did it half-heartedly.

I was discharged after three days in, right before lunch, and obviously, I was received as a hero; several people came to praise my bravery or ask how I was feeling, but I just wanted to see one person.

That night in the infirmary I was sure she felt the same way —hell, I had been sure for a couple of months— but after seeing her reaction, I didn't really know anymore.

I could always tell her it was a prank, and we would go back to our usual bickering. "Weasley!" Shit. "Fred!" She specified when the four of us turned at the call of our surname, almost jogging in my direction. "Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, darling." I prompted her without moving from my seat.

"In private?"

"Nah," I begged Godric for her not to see behind my grin the panic that produced me the mere thought of being left alone with her.

"Are you joking?" She huffed and, after taking a deep breath, she spoke. I wasn't expecting her to speak. "So you see, you're cheeky and stupid and not nearly as funny as you think." Ginny spit her pumpkin juice due to Y/n's harsh words. "but I... ugh! Okay— I want to kiss you too."

This time it was Ron who choked on his drink. "What's going on?"

"I feel like we missed an important part of this conversation." George commented.

This time it was Y/n who awaited for an answer. "This is literally the most embarrassing thing ever, so at least say something." She commanded in a rather rude tone, tapping her shoe against the floor.

I winced ever so slightly at the effort of getting up, but it was worth it when I saw her expression as I towered her; I reckon I had never seen her that sheepish before.

"That's a really mean way of saying you're attracted to me." I observed, quirking a brow at her. "Dunno why I fancy you so much."

"Well that makes the two of us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude before cupping her cheeks and bring her lips to mine.

Finally.

Despite being a short, innocent kiss, was enough to make us both blush and grin like idiots.

"Awww" I rolled my eyes at my twin's mockery, knowing damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do I feel like I'm gonna miss you two being at each other's throat?" I couldn't care less about Ron's question as Y/n pulled me down for another kiss.

Almost bleeding to death seemed worth it in that moment.

#fred weasley x reader #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n #harry potter #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #fred weasly x reader #gred and forge #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x hufflepuff!reader #fred weasley x gryffindor!reader #fred weasley fanfics #fred weasley fluff #fred Weasley hurt comfort #fred x you #fred x slytherin reader #fred weasley au

[flrtwoo]

wc: 1.3k

as changmin neared the locker room, he heard a bunch of shouts and hoots coming from inside. soon after, a crowd of highschool kids started making their way out of the room, buzzing with energy and excitement. siyeon, who was in the crowd, spotted him and ran towards her favorite uncle.

"uncle changmin!" she shouted, earning a jolt from the clueless guy. when he saw siyeon coming his way, he smiled so wide and opened his arms for her. she jumped into the hug, laughing in happiness.

"that's a lie, you now have all the time in the world to do mom's errands WHICH you can't run away from anymore!"

"okay... maybe but don't think that i'm not dragging you with me to do them!"

you watched changmin and siyeon interact so animatedly from the entrance of the locker room, and you couldn't help but fall even further for the guy who's already stolen your heart. his smile could literally light up the whole world, you truly believed that.

"so i lost to dimples? huh."

"so i lost to dimples? huh."

you turned to meet the owner of the voice. "younghoon i still don't know how to respond to your comments, i love you but also are we really okay?"

your best friend laughed as he slung an arm around your shoulders. "YES we're okaaay it's just funny to see your reactions whenever i make comments about my crush on you!"

"you're sick, you know that? sick in the motherfriking head." you poked his head, younghoon continuing to laugh. "i know, i know."

from his peripheral vision, he saw changmin waving siyeon goodbye and walking towards you. with that, younghoon made it his cue to leave.

"looks like lover boy is coming right this way, so don't feel pressured to come to the lunch! i'll take care of the kids for now, you enjoooy your time." he teased and winked at you. you pretended to gag, mouthing a "what the fuck?" to him as he shrugged and left your side.

once you faced forward, you were met with a very nervous-looking changmin. "congrats y/n! you're the last person i needed to congratulate, i already spoke with younghoon but yea." he said.

"thanks changmin." you gave him a soft smile. he looked extremely anxious and you didn't know what was going through his head, so the both of you just kind of stood there in an awkward silence.

as you were about to end the conversation because where tf was this going to go, changmin cleared his throat. "i know your busy with the team, but can we talk? there's something i actually need to say to you."

"oh, sure! we can talk outside, at least it doesn't smell like chlorine and sweat out there." you commented, trying to lighten the mood. however, changmin didn't respond and just made a beeline towards the entrance of the arena.

you were confused, a little scared even. "what if he didn't want to be friends anymore? what if he was moving away to someplace far? what if he's not actually human? what if-"

"y/n, don't worry! it's nothing of that sort." he chuckled. "holy shit i thought out loud." your face grew beet red, and you stuttered out an apology for how he shouldn't have heard your thoughts.

you two eventually made it outside after an excruciating minute of you fanning the red out of your face and him trying to hold in his laughter at your embarrassment. you found a bench and sat on it, gesturing for him to follow.

as he sat down, he rubbed his hands against his pants, wiping off the nervous sweat that had formed. "okay, y/n i'll need you to listen to me carefully. let me know your thoughts after, alright?" he asked as he turned to face you.

"will do changmin!" you turned to face him too and flashed him an encouraging smile.

changmin was nervous in front of you, but the warmth you exuded from your smile alone was enough to give him the confidence to just think fuck it and tell you what he's been meaning to tell you for a while now.

"y/n the way we met, it was so, how do i put this... out of the blue? i mean, who expects to be punched during work duty and be pushed into the pool for literally standing there?"

you laughed at this, recalling the memory of how messed up your first and second meetings were.

"okay, i admit the second time was partly my fault, but still! it's crazy to tell people 'yea i met them in a haunted house where i was the scarer they punched'! but honestly, it's a much more interesting story than all the other 'how did you meet?' stories out there."

you nodded in agreement.

"when i met you the third time, you as siyeon's coach and me as her uncle, not gonna lie i wasn't the happiest about that. i'm sure you knew that too. but we kept meeting and meeting again under the most unexpected circumstances, and eventually i just thought 'maybe they're meant to be in my life, one way or another.'"

"we started talking more and hanging out, and soon i started looking forward to every time we talked and, well, hung out. i mean, you made even the boring things seem fun! that time i was studying for that dance theory test? all you did was ask the dumbest questions and i was already on the floor laughing my ass off!"

you wanted to protest about how your questions were NOT dumb, but changmin stopped you.

"i'm sorry, yes your questions were not dumb, i was just kidding." he patted your head, smiling affectionately at you. you rolled your eyes, however a smile similar to his soon made its way to your face too.

seeing you look at him with so much love in your eyes made something in his mind click and suddenly, his thoughts have never been clearer.

his heart's never been happier.

he didn't just like you. you meant so much more to him, and he knew you needed to know.

"what i'm trying to say is: home is somewhere i feel happy in, where i feel comforted, where i feel loved. and if being with you makes me feel those things, then y/n you are my home. and i hope you feel the same way, because i love you."

changmin exhaled as if he was holding his breath the entire time. he looked at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

you, on the other hand, was shocked. just plain shocked, and you didn't know what to do, how to react, or what to even say.

the guy who'd stolen your heart had just admitted that you've stolen his heart too, so how the fuck do you respond to that.

after you had stayed silent for 13, 14, 15 seconds (yes, changmin was counting), he lost all hope. sighing, he looked down at his hands. "i'm sorry for putting this all on you, i knew it was a stupid idea, i'm sorry-"

you cupped changmin's cheeks to stop him from talking. he looked up, meeting your glassy eyes. you slowly neared his face until you were inches apart, and whispered your reply.

"i love you too, dumbass."

you closed the distance, lips meeting his as you kissed him slowly, sweetly. he smiled into the kiss, holding you as if you could disappear between his fingers.

it was a very romantic moment that unfortunately didn't last very long, because shortly after a bird landed on changmin's head causing him to scream, you to scream, and the bird to go number 2 on his head.

but oh well, everything about your relationship was so out of the blue anyways, right?

out of the blue | jcm

[chapter 19]

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summary: when you find out that one of the students you coach is the niece of the guy you accidentally punched in the face and pushed into a pool, you're not surprised that he's, well, disappointed at the outcome. however, you're determined to make amends with him for the sake of his niece... and maybe for the sake of his cute face too.

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a/n: I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE i had to finish writing this piece but 🥲 last update on wednesday AAAA i hope you guys liked this chapter though, i didn't expect to go past 1k but i think i got carried away? 😃 it's not super edited too, so i'm really sorry if there are any mistakes!! please send me a message or tell me thru the ask box if there are hehe THANK UU <3

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[mwolf0epsilon]

Been meaning to ask why you reblog in chains and why the stuff you reblog is super inconsistent you don't have a set aesthetic and some of the art is really ugly or from dead blogs won't that make it harder to find your content

You're actually one of the few people to ask about my reblogging method, and that took me a bit to understand. Apologies, it's 3am and I've been doing things in preparation for moving house this Saturday (it's been a long two weeks thus far).

It's kinda embarrassing... The way I reblog stuff is tied in to a bit of a trauma of mine.

As a kid I was conditioned to believe all of my childhood drawings were worthless. That stuff I made wasn't worth saving. That when I drew things, inevitably the time I poured into making it was ending up in a trash bin. I only recently realized other artists saved their older art to look back on fondly (and cringe a bit because of past inexperience).

That in mind, I have this thing I like to do that I call "Rabbit Holing"... It's probably not the best way to find content on Tumblr, but it's the method that works for me due to my short attention span and terrible memory.

It involves a couple of steps:

Go into a random tag of whatever fandom I'm currently into.

Find a piece of art I like.

Click the Like button on that piece.

Proceed along to the next art and or fic. Like that one as well.

Rinse and repeat until you got a couple of nice different art pieces stored in my likes page.

After collecting enough of those, open new tabs with each OP's Tumblr blog.

Open each blog's archives and begin navigating their fandom/art/fic/misc tags. There might be slight variations of those so be as through as you want.

Look through their collection of things they've seen and reblogged into their own blogs, plus their own posts as well. Congratulations you've just opened several new rabbit holes to older/more obscure/newer artists that like the same stuff as you.

Reblog the accumulation of content in whatever order you prefer.

I see a variety of things through the eyes of other people.

I see artists who were clearly experimenting with new styles, new brushes, new colors, new methods. Drawing nothing and everything just to see what they could accomplish.

I see writers who wrote to their heart's delight, either making up lighthearted stories or trying to touch on more serious subjects that some would rather ignore or sugar-coat.

Sometimes I find the most beautiful drawings that come from long dead blogs, or that exist only through reblogs because the OP felt like they couldn't indulge in an old guilty pleasure anymore.

Or, I find a series of fics that have me at the edge of my seat wondering what comes next. The chapters lost to time, but the words leaving an impact that I'll cherish for as long as I can hold that story in my own archives.

Other times I find drawings that are wobbly, inexperienced or aesthetically ugly to some, but that people clearly put love and dedication into making. Little gateways into better more consistent pieces that then lead to a bold variety of shapes and colors.

Overall, I find a lot of old things that mark the beginning or end of an era in a content creator's life. And I'm led on a mini journey of seeing someone flourish into a better artist/writer.

It's... Kinda humbling. Not being able to remember where I started myself, but being able to see where someone picked up a craft.

Sometimes people don't learn past certain steps, and sometimes people give up halfway through... But I find that encouraging in its own way.

I learn from these people. I learn from their mistakes. From their attempts to be better, and from the way others tried to remember them too.

It's why I'm so eager to share ideas and spread the thoughts of others I guess. I just like the idea that maybe someone will look into my own blog's archive and maybe see all the good things the past and present of certain communities accomplished. Even when Tumblr inevitably crashes and burns, I like to think about the positive impact a lot of people try to leave.

So nah, doesn't bother me if my stuff doesn't get seen over the things I reblog.

#eps talks about: #The Art of Rabbit Holing #or Archive Hopping if you'd prefer

[existslikepristin]

What A... Bummer

Desc: The fic that (sort of) started it all. Sorry for the funky formatting, as this was mostly just copy/pasted from Discord, where I ran the polls. You may also find it here if you prefer AFF: https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1462191/what-a-bummer-aka-i-m-so-sorry

Tags: TheLounge, Gfriend, Eunha, Yerin, maleOC"you", mostly butt things, angry bunny, vote story, backlog story

~~~~~

You knock on the dressing room door. Just inside is your Gfriend... as in "good friend" Eunha. Today is a very exciting day, and it's been a long time coming. She released her first solo album at midnight and she was at the first show where she would perform it live in front of a camera.

The two of you have been close... "good friends," as they say, for a while now. And you managed to convince security to let you in so you could give her a gift before she goes on stage. After all, you're proud of her accomplishment!

You hear shuffling inside the room and know she's on her way over. You really hope she likes the present!

What was the present again?

Options: 1. Champagne, baby! You got the expensive stuff! 2. A basket of healthy fruits! You're wholesome as fuck! 3. Your buddy Yerin! Can't celebrate without a good laugh! 4. (Picked:) A buttplug?! Who the fuck do you think you are?

~~~~~

You hold the box behind yourself as the door opens. Just inside is your buddy Eunha, all by herself. Not a surprise since you saw her manager downstairs earlier.

And she looks awesome. Her hair is cut short again, just to her jawline, but instead of curling in like her normal bob, it flares out at the bottom. She's got on a white shirt, cut low enough to just tease at her cleavage (even though you happen to know she's hardly got any cleavage without the pushup). Below she's wearing a super short black skirt, with a slit on one side that nearly reaches her hip bone, but her safety shorts hide the real goods. You know she has some tall black heels for this outfit since you were there when her stylist picked them out, but she's barefoot for now, nails on her fingers and toes painted all black.

She shouts happily and jumps up to wrap her arms around you as soon as she sees you. You barely manage to keep her from dragging you down to the floor, putting your arms around her too. "You came!"

"Of course I did!" you shout, "Congratulations!"

The top of her head barely reaches your chin while she's on her toes. She nuzzles her head into your neck. Her hair dresser would flip her shit, but it's okay if it's just for a second, right?

She suddenly grabs the box from your hand. The sly little idol.

"Yerin told me you were bringing me a present. I thought she might be lying, but..."

Eunha tears the wrapping off the box. You'd be a little offended, but you did the same thing to the last birthday gift she got you.

"Now... what am I supposed to do with this thing?"

Eunha holds up the butt plug. You grin, recognizing the excellence of the thing. Stainless steel, polished like a mirror, a bright red gemstone embedded into it (and yeah, you got a real gem for it), and big. Real big.

Options: 1. (Picked:) "You keep it inside you, once I help put it there." 2. "WOAH. That's not what I thought it was, I swear! Yerin tricked me!" 3. "How the fuck should I know?"

~~~~~

"What are you supposed to do with it?" you ask as you take a couple steps forward.

"You keep it inside you, once I help put it there."

Eunha puts the butt plug up to her mouth. "Like this?" She licks it and puts it in her mouth, as far as she can at least. She looks up into your eyes, looking as innocent as she can. You would almost buy the stupid act too, but you know she's got somewhere to be.

You grab her by the shoulders and spin her around. Then you drop to your knees so your face is directly next to her ass. It takes up your whole field of vision. But still, there's no time to waste. You grab the sides of her safety shorts and yank down. As expected, there's nothing underneath and you can instantly spread her glorious cheeks to be greeted by...

Oh damn, she's already got a plug in.

Eunha giggles above you. "Don't worry. I like yours better. Help me swap them and you can keep that one."

Not a bad solution.

The plug takes a little work to get out. Eunha half-moans, half-laughs as you wiggle it back and forth to get it moving. She reaches back to spread her ass cheeks to give you better access and a fantastic view.

And eventually, with a little pop, the plug comes out. It's much smaller than the one you brought, made of silicon, and much more boring.

You stand and hold it in front of Eunha. She instantly sticks her tongue out to lick off the lube.

"It's almost like you've done this before, isn't it?" you ask with a smirk.

"It's almost like you know that personally," she says over her shoulder.

You take the brand new butt plug out of her hand and get back on your knees. Eunha instinctively spreads her ass again. You can still see some of the glistening of the lube that was there for the last plug, so it's probably at least safe to put the new one in without anything extra. Then again, the new butt plug is pretty big...

1. (Picked:) Stick it in rough. This might mess up her performance, getting you a punishment later. 2. Give her a good lube up with your tongue first. You know from experience that she loves this, and you'll be well rewarded later.

~~~~~

You know, you and Eunha have been good friends for quite a while now. How bad would it really be if you messed up her performance just this once... And besides, her cute, tiny little asshole just needs a real good stretch sometimes right?

Right.

Eunha waves her ass from side to side, bent over a bit, mostly for the presentation. "I'm ready for it. What are you waiting for?"

Well, she said it! You line up the top of the plug at her lube-short hole, earning you a sultry giggle from the idol. You give it a slow twist to one side, the other side, brace your elbow, and shove like you've never shoved before.

You're not quite sure whether or not you were successful. It seems like time slowed down... You felt the tension of her ass resisting the plug up to the widest part, followed by it giving way as it tapered back down. But that only took a second or so, and Eunha didn't react. The dressing room is dead silent.

Then, Eunha falls to the floor. To her knees, then onto her hands. You're more than a little worried, so you move to her side to see her face. Her mouth is open like she's screaming, but there's still no sound, until she whispers, "What... the f-f-fuck... is wrong with you?"

Her eyes slowly turn in your direction so you give her your biggest, winning smile. But there's fire in her eyes. You're suddenly feeling like you may have made a bad choice.

There's a knock on the door and a voice comes through, "Eunha? We'll be starting your stage in five minut--"

"I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" Eunha screams. You hear the PA muttering as they walk away.

You open your mouth to say something, but you forget what it was when you get smacked in the jaw. Eunha is still holding herself with one hand, but the other is floating menacingly next to your face, nails looking beautiful but also ready to tear you apart.

Clearly trying to compose herself, Eunha lowers her head and whispers again, "Go find Yerin... and wait for the stage... now."

It's probably best not to argue. You get up and and make your way to the door. You turn back to look at her though. She hasn't really moved, and you get a great look at her thicc ass sticking into the air with your plug poking out from between her cheeks.

You know for sure you're going to get punished later, but you think maybe you should say something?

Options: 1. Apologize. You can admit, you fucked up. You'll still get punished, but maybe she'll go easy on you? 2. (Picked:) Never mind, say nothing. You'll obviously just make it worse. 3. Just laugh. Eunha doesn't have connections to any hitmen, does she?

~~~~~

For the sake of your personal safety, you think it's probably best to just go. You slip through the door quickly so nobody can see through the door and make your way to the stage.

Yerin is pretty easy to pick out of the crowd for you, as she's wearing her usual thick sweatshirt, plain jeans, tennis shoes, hat, facemask, and glasses that make it impossible for her to be recognized in public. She's in the back of the crowd, holding a gigantic sign that says "I LOVE YOU EUNHA I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES" as a joke. You remember the first time she said that was when Eunha was fucking her with a strap on. It looks like everyone in the crowd is too busy practicing their fanchant to really notice the overtly sexual (and nonsense) sign.

"Yo slut," you casually say as you walk up next to her.

"About time you got here whore," she says back, clearly grinning mischievously behind the mask. You smirk back.

"So, did she like her gift?"

Your smirk fades, "Uuuh. You know, she will probably have to tell you that herself."

"Mmm, I will. And then I'll take it out of her, put it back in and lick all around it... ugh, I'm so wound up. Hey. If I masturbated while we watch the stage, would you keep an eye out so I don't get caught?"

Options: 1. "Of course! I've always got your back my dude." 2. (Picked:) "You want to do it yourself? But I'm right here." 3. "Woah, Yerin. Don't be so weird. Just enjoy the show like a normal person. Sheesh."

~~~~~

You give Yerin a smirk and move behind her. She points at her eyes and swings her hand in a circle, her nerdy way of telling you to keep watch. You get the feeling she'll enjoy what you have in mind.

After a couple of minutes go by, the fans scream as the stage hands walk off and the lights go dim. You and Yerin join them in the cheer, welcoming your hot little buddy into the spotlight. Yerin holds her sign high and shouts her support.

As the lights come back up, you see Eunha, cool and calm like the professional she is, with her backup dancers. You're a little surprised (and slightly disappointed) at her exceptional composure.

The first note of the song hits and the crowd instantly shuts up, ready to fanchant like hell. That's when you seize the chance to shove your hand down the back of Yerin's jeans and pop the still-lubed butt plug (the one you took out of Eunha earlier and never did get rid of) into Yerin's ass. It slides in like butt...er.

Eunha jumps into her dance and Yerin jumps up and down with the music with no regard for your hand down her pants. You feel like you might get a rash. But either way, you soldier on and reach in further, until you can touch her clit.

There's one move in Eunha's dance that draws a big gasp from the crowd, where she bends over and presents her ass. Her safety shorts hide the butt plug... for anyone who isn't paying close attention. They aren't especially good at hiding how deep the crack of her ass is, and there's just one very slightly bulged out part.

Yerin moans back at you, "Holy shit, she is so fucking hot up there," as she grinds herself down against your hand, drowning your fingers in her juices. "I just want to sit on her face, pull her legs back and pump a dildo into her helpless butt."

You smile at the thought. Maybe Yerin will be on your side if Eunha is still angry when you meet back up, considering that she also wants to destroy Eunha's asshole.

Yerin doesn't quite cum before the song is over. You take your hand out of her pants just in time not to be seen by all of the fans turning around to leave. She groans in frustration.

"Let's run to the dressing room and see if she can finish me off. I was so close!"

Options: 1. "Hey wait. She might be a little mad. I may have done something a little mean..." 2. (Picked:) "Yeah, definitely! Let's go get those shorts off her!"

~~~~~

You confidently walk through the halls next to Yerin. The whole time, Yerin bounces up and down, distracting you with the constant thought of ass. A couple times she even turns her head, sees you staring, winks, and spanks herself. You forget entirely about the confession you considered making.

Once at the dressing room, you see that the door is already open. Weird?

Yerin jumps through the door and shouts "YEAH EUNHA!"

The display of enthusiasm is met with silence. Yerin scratches her head and walks further into the room. "Maybe her mic got stuck in her hair?" she ponders.

You walk in too. You're about to comment, but there's a sudden sharp pain in the back of your neck. You attempt to put your hand up to slap at whatever bug got in here, but your hand just falls limp. So do your legs. And your vision goes dark as you vaguely feel yourself falling to the floor.

* * *

"He's waking up," you hear a garbled voice say. All you can see are blurry shapes as you open your eyes, but they come into focus very slowly.

"Don't stop!" another garbled voice shouts, making you suddenly feel a pounding in your head. Did you go too hard on some vodka?

The voices (or just one voice really) start clearing up. You hear Yerin moaning, turning slowly into a scream. And eventually your eyes confirm it.

About ten feet in front of you, Yerin's face and torso are pressed against a bed, with her butt held up against Eunha's face. Her legs are trembling wildly. Eunha's hands are gripping Yerin's hips tight, her eyes are closed, and her legs are folded underneath her. They're both entirely naked, and you have a side view of it all.

It would be a little more exciting if you weren't chained by the legs and wrists to a wooden chair.

And you look down to see that you're naked too, other than some kind of device locked very uncomfortably around your dick.

There's a thud as Eunha drops Yerin onto the bed. Yerin is apparently exhausted by the orgasm she just had, because she's not moving.

Eunha shakes her head to refluff her hair that was being pressed against her cheeks and looks at you.

"Good morning," she says blandly.

You try to respond but your tongue feels weird and doesn't move properly so you kind of just blubber.

Eunha slides off the bed and takes a few steps to stand right in front of you. A tiny drop of her cum falls from her pussy onto your knee. Damn, they must have been at this for a while.

Her entire body is bare in front of you, practically on top of you, and it's so incredibly sexy. Under normal circumstances, this is when she would sit down and ride you for hours. But she isn't sitting down, and your dick is being painfully stopped from getting hard by the contraption it's in.

"So... do you have anything to say now?"

Options: 1. Yup. Apologize. 2. (Picked:) Yeah, you enjoyed her solo debut! 3. Nope. Nothing to say. 4. Yes.. BeGONE, THOT

~~~~~

You smirk, ever so slightly unsure of yourself, or if what you're saying is a good idea. The corner of your mouth trembles as you say, "Yeah, I really liked your solo debut. You did great up there."

Eunha leans over, putting her hands on the back of the chair you're tied to. It would be a great chance to stare at her perky little titties up close if her threatening gaze wasn't holding your eyes. Her face comes in closer. You can feel her fuming hot nose breaths on your forehead. Your own breath is caught in your throat, and your lungs start to burn with how long she stares you down.

"Be glad I'm a professional. And thanks," she says, very flatly.

As she stands back up and turns away from you, and you release a huge sigh of relief.

"Yerin, over here please. I'm going to need your tongue in my ass."

With a groan, Yerin rolls off the bed and crawls to Eunha, kneeling between her and you. Eunha leans forward, putting her hands on the bed for support. If there was any question about what your punishment was before now, it was pretty clear now.

Eunha spreads her ass, her perfectly painted black nails creating a frame for the asshole you love so much. It's only a few feet away from you. You can feel your dick trying to harden but the cage just makes it... well it doesn't hurt, but it's extremely uncomfortable.

And then Yerin's head appears between you and that beautiful butt. Her hands grip onto the backs of Eunha's thighs, squeezing the flawless flesh as if she were trying to hold herself up on the edge of a cliff. You know the exact moment when Yerin's tongue meets Eunha's ass. The shorty has a very characteristic half-squeal-half-moan that comes out of her every time something wet touches it. You might have thought you could look away to stop the discomfort in your cock, but that sound brings back too many memories of your entire face being buried in those cheeks.

"Oh... Oh yes. Good girl."

You watch as Eunha slowly pushes back against Yerin's face, over and over. It lasts for hours? Days? You could never tell. Her squeals and encouragement get louder, more urgent. You can't help but let out a quiet groan of your own.

But like the rabbit she is, Eunha heard. She twists her upper body to look at you without disturbing Yerin. "What was that? Do you want to fuck this ass? Do you-- fuck..."

Her eyes screw shut as a brief shiver of pleasure runs through her body. You can see her legs quaking for a moment. She's close.

"Do you want Yerin's pretty little mouth to dip up and down on your cock to lube you up for-- fffuck!"

Again, a shiver. It's longer this time, and Eunha almost falls, her feet sliding a few inches farther apart before she catches herself. There's a loud slurping noise as Yerin moves to accomodate the change and gets a much needed breath of air.

One of Eunha's hands shoots to her inner thigh and you can barely see past Yerin's shoulder that she's squeezing herself tight. She would often remind you about how she would do that to make her orgasms more intense, so now you know exactly what (or rather, who) is coming.

Even so, she manages to gasp out nearly a full sentence, "You want my ass clenching around your cock when--" The last word melts into one long squeal and trails off from there into a silent scream. Her whole body shakes violently except where Yerin is holding her down tight.

You could swear it lasts for a whole minute. Agonizing for you and Eunha in different ways. But when she collapses face first onto the bed, her knees hitting the floor softly as Yerin guides her down, it's over. Except for the few extra twitches when Yerin gives her ass a couple of licks. You release a long breath that you didn't even realize you were holding.

Yerin climbs up to cuddle Eunha from behind, kissing her neck, shoulders, and back. The two of them giggle lightly at the gentle touches, making no move to point their beautiful, still-wet asses away from you.

"Time for your fanmeet?" Yerin asks softly after a minute or two.

Eunha sighs and pulls herself away from Yerin. "Yes, I guess we should get going."

As you expected, you're not getting any. At least not soon. You casually watch the members making their way around the room, collecting their clothes and getting dressed back up.

And notably, not untying you.

"That sure was amazing," you say, suddenly nervous, "Maybe I should help set up the chairs for the fanmeet?"

Yerin chuckles, "They're already set up, man."

"But... the audio right? You know? Do some mic checks?"

Eunha stands in front of a mirror, brushing her hair to get it back to looking presentable. "Oh that's fine. Manager's taken care of it."

You struggle to think of something else to say, or to think of what's about to happen.

"But don't worry," Eunha struts over to you and pats your knee, "SinB will be coming in after the fanmeet to let you go."

You groan. SinB rejects you any time she thinks it would be funny, which is literally every time. She probably won't even unlock the cage on your dick.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Eunha smooches your forehead like you're a pet she's leaving home for the day, and then drops a key down her shirt and into her bra. It's not hard to guess what the key is for. "And when I do, I'll have cheered up, and I'll bounce on your cock harder than you can imagine."

Yerin draws in a sharp breath somewhere behind you. She's probably planning on being around whenever that happens. You can't help but look forward to it, though it sounds like twenty-four hours of torture for you until then.

The lovely ladies zip out of the room before you can get in another word, leaving you to the inevitable humiliation SinB will have for you... in an hour or two.

THE END

#gfriend smut #kpop smut #eunha #yerin #male reader insert

[sunseteyes]

FLUFFVEMBER DAY 21: OSAMU MIYA

prompt: cravings (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)

word count: 1,021 words | themes: f!reader. domestic fluff!!!!! sweet samu:). pain from period cramps

tags: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @brinthie @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @bitchtrynafck @astrxrism @animatedarchives @deephasoceanmagic @strawberrysalwa @kawaiinishii @moonlightaangel @mrs-kuroojinguji @meliorist-midoriya

rv: if you look more closely this doesn’t really circle around cravings but we all know we crave when we have period so just keep that in mind jxjsjsnnd so sorry this came out late! i had to alarm so early because our wifi just stopped working last night and i figured it might work early in the morning:) ugh why is it like this here in ph

✒︎ here for you

it hurts. it hurts so freaking much.

"you don't seem alright."

looking up at osamu with a pained expression, he gazes down at you, hesitant and unmoving.

"i’m not, obviously, ‘samu.” you scoffed, not even bothering to be nice—not that it was exactly the easiest thing to do especially your body has been betraying you to do so.

it’s that time of the month. yes, congratulations, you’re thankfully on time, but there’s really no time to celebrate since now you’re experiencing the most dreaded period cramps.

osamu crouches in front of you, his brows furrowed, his eyes briefly narrowing by a tinge as he glances down with a blank expression at your grip below your stomach.

last time you checked, he was there, and by the time you got distracted by the pain on your lower region, he was gone. you didn't bother on it any further as you grabbed a huge pillow from behind you, clutching it tight to your body, curling yourself as much as possible on the covers of the bed.

scrolling through your phone, you found yourself lost into what you've been seeing on your screen; chatting up, or just merely looking through people's posts. anything is basically enough just to make you distracted. and then, just when you were laughing in something your friend said in one of their replies, osamu's form appears in front of you again, standing by the side of the bed while looking down at you with those same eyes.

you instantly brought down your phone as osamu slips on the bed, his hand raising to your head, brushing off the hair by your face and neck, eventually softly caressing your strands. even if you were under his nonchalant gaze and unemotional expression that's seemingly always on his facade, you relaxed under his touch. although, it does make you recall of how different he was with his brother, atsumu, who seems to be far expressive than osamu.

still, you wouldn’t deny that this is actually one of the things you love about him, because no matter how osamu doesn’t seem to affected with your emotions physically, you know it’s not true.

“i made some tonkotsu ramen, do you think you can stand up?”

your eyes lit up at his words and instantly recognized it when you took a whiff of the scent coming from him and the bedroom door that was slid ajar—the same scent of a delicious ramen that was one of your favorites.

“i can’t,” you pouted up at him, teasing him and trying to see what he’ll do. however at the same time, you were just too lazy to even sit up.

he ponders, you could tell. and within seconds, he has you on his arms, placing you close to his chest as he carried you to the kitchen. if he was struggling, you couldn’t notice it.

your eyes widened and you felt heat travel to your cheeks, squeaking and struggling a bit at first before accepting your situation and relish upon the unusual moment.

it actually hadn’t been long since you and osamu had been together, and you admit you still question yourself how and why you had gotten together. sometimes at night, you overthink of them and still had them by the back of your mind whenever you see others gush over him, or when they send glares of spite your way.

sometimes, those moments were just unavoidable.

you were sooner pulled away from your thoughts when osamu gently places you on the comforts of the sofa, grasping onto one of the pillows and handing them to you, sliding them between your arms.

“i’ll just get your portion, wait a bit.” he mutters before leaving to head onto the kitchen where you could see him grab a bowl and utensils, moving through your apartment as if it was his. well, you couldn’t really blame him for he had been there countless of times.

but it did make you think of how much you didn’t want to let this go—him, by your kitchen, preparing food for you, taking care of you.

at the same time, you didn’t want to let him go.

you weren’t planning to.

“you’re deep in thought again.” he was now in front of you, holding out a bowl full of hot ramen. you were about to take it from him when he pulls it away from you carefully, saying, “i’m going to feed you.”

you blinked simultaneously as you let his words process in your mind, only sinking in when he takes a portion of the noodle with the chopsticks for him to blow its heat away and soon move it next to your lips.

your mouth opened for you to take whatever he gives you and you ate in silence, your body welcoming in the warmth of the ramen. you could still feel that throb by your lower region nonetheless, but it was slowly decreasing and easing up, making you somewhat much more relaxed than earlier.

“how was it?” he eventually asks halfway through the feeding and you look up at him to see him with the same nonchalant eyes. though with just his actions, you can fully testify that he had already proved himself against all the anxiety that lies beneath your thoughts, fighting them with all his might.

you couldn’t help but respond with a bright smile, an enthusiastic nod, and, “it was good. thanks so much, ‘samu.”

he then shakes his head and prepares for another bite, a mutter leaving his lips nonchalantly.

“you know i’m always here for you, right?”

your heart warmed up just at the same time that he beckons you to come close for him to feed you. your lips pursed momentarily as you held in your flustered state, seeing a different light through his statement.

surely by now, there’s a difference in the amount of pain that you could feel, because your mind was suddenly filled with osamu, no matter how slightly embarrassing that sounded.

you can’t blame yourself. since now, this feeling, this moment, it feels peaceful. everything felt at place. everything was alright.

#osamu miya #osamu x reader #miya twins #haikyuu x reader #miya twins hq #fluffvember 2020 #fluffvember #roze.fluffvember #roze.daydream #roze.hq

[echo-three-one]

Good Day!

As I told earlier, I finished my Soap x Reader Fic and yeah here it is.

I suck at titles and that shows.

Midnight Coffee Rush

John MacTavish x Female Reader

Warnings : Smut. Read at your own Risk or whatever.

Cross-posting to AO3 later 😳

THUD!

You softly slam your head on the desk as you stare blankly at the blinking cursor on your laptop. An article is due next week and you haven't really started on anything yet. Your editor keeps on calling you earlier today on how she can't work on last minute submissions. You assured her that yours won't need that much editing and she trusts you with that, but still, a deadlines a deadline.

Scanning your empty apartment room for ideas, you decide it's best if you take this ordeal outside and look for open places to work on. Coincidentally, the local café "John's brew" happens to open for 24 hours starting today. You feel uneasy at the name of the shop but that won't stop you from your goals today.

After a chilly midnight walk across the streets of your city, you finally make it to the shop, it looks like it can compete with the local Starbucks as its outer layout gives off the same vibe.

You push open the glass doors and the bell chimes from above you, this made the barista at the counter turn his head and greet you with a friendly smile. "Welcome to John's Brew!"

You stand just across the counter as you look up to view what the store has to offer while the barista waits patiently for your order. You order some fancy named coffee, wanting to try out why it has a star next to it's name as the barista, who now you know goes by the name "Gary" based on his name tag, explains that it's their best selling and unique blend coffee. He then passionately tells you how the coffee you chose is created by the owner of the shop and judging by the tone of his voice, he's excited for you to try it for the first time.

"Thanks Gary, here's my card." you reach out for your card and he cheerfully accepts it.

"What name should this go by, Ms. L/N?" he asks readying his marker.

"Just Y/N." you say. Gary raises his eyebrows in confusion.

"Sorry, I'm sure I heard that name somewhere." he dismisses his thoughts and writes your name on the cup.

"We'll you're a barista, I'm sure you've heard a lot of names in your line of work." you jokingly reply. It made him laugh as he gives your card back and you make your way to the corner of the room.

The music is soothing and the ambience is more than enough to keep you going, you pull out your laptop as you start typing ideas for your article.

Gary took the liberty of delivering you your drink saying "You looked very focused" and "There isn't that much customers anyway" and you smiled at the service he's done. He stays for a while insisting that he wants to witness your initial reaction as soon as you taste the coffee. So you slowly blow off the heat and took your first sip.

Your eyebrows raised and your cheeks blushed as the warm beverage tickles your tastebuds a wave of nostalgia brings shivers down your spine.

***

"So, what do you think of this?" A shirtless man with a signature mohawk and scar on his left eye approaches you just as you get up of bed. You remember smiling at the view, his deep blue eyes pierce through yours as he excitedly offers a cup of coffee he claims to mix himself.

"Mmm! This tastes, well... something even I can't describe! It's good? delicious? heavenly maybe?" You giggle as he inches closer to you crawling up the bed and reaching on your face for a kiss, blindly reaching for the cup and putting in on the bedside table.

"Not even the words from your thesaurus can't describe?" He whispers as he pulls the kiss away, eyebrows wiggling. Your heart melts at the sight of him.

"I'll tell you the perfect word when I find it." You giggle as you reach for his face and pull him to yours, as he softly crashes his body on you, rolling around the bed.

***

"Maam?" Gary taps your shoulder and you immediately flinch and turn to him.

"I'm sorry." you laugh nervously.

"It felt like you had a good time going on with that drink. We're having a contest as to which word best describes it. If you want to submit your word, I'll leave this pen and sticky note on your table." he cheerfully explains as the door chimes, making him rush back to his counter.

Shit. You thought to yourself. Of course it had to taste the same, even the name of the shop checks out. Your heart starts to thump louder and louder as you put the pieces together, you convince yourself it's just the coffee, but then again the evidences never lie. John's Brew, that exact taste, no word yet to describe it.

You flinched as you turn to the heavy door slam to your left, just by the counter. A man, walks out of it wearing a very fit long sleeve tucked into business pants, you assume it's the manager. Then again, you see him scratching his head, which happens to have a rather unique haircut. A mohawk. Holy Shit.

***

'Congratulations Ms. Y/N L/N! You have been accepted on the writer program. Please report tomorrow for your orientation.'

The text read just as you wake up. Your face lit up in excitement as you squealed like a kid. Your life would change for the better.

A very wet John MacTavish popped out of the bathroom, his face was full of worry as he quickly wrapped himself with a towel.

"What's wrong?! Something out to get ya?" He asked, a bar of soap on is arms ready to throw to the intruder.

"I just got accepted!" you squealed excitedly at him, hugged him thight not minding how wet he was. He slowly wrapped his arms around you and you felt that you're the only one excited about this news.

"Congrats. But what about your life here? What about me?" he muttered, his facial expressions dropped.

"I'm sure we'll work it out? It isn't that far, right?"

"I'm sure we'll work it out"

"Not now John, I have articles due."

"I'm too exhausted for today, John"

"I'm sorry. I fell asleep."

***

The loud growl of your stomach shocked you back to reality. Come to think of it, it's already 2 in the morning and you're almost through with your article. A muffin won't be that much of a distraction. You turn to the counter and see John catering to a lady on a bright red dress. She probably came from a club and now trying to sober up with a coffee. You pretend to type on your keyboard but secretly view the event from the corner of your eye. They are laughing and he escorted her as she is walking tipsily to the sofa. They exchange some words you barely make out and can't help but feel rage bubbling inside you. But then again, you don't have the slightest audacity to do so. You slowly ignored him while focusing on your job. You left his messages on read and calls on voicemail. You feel guilt rushing through you. Out of impulsive emotions, you quickly decide to finish the article home as you grab your laptop and coffee and rush to the exit.

"Ma'am! You left your sticky note." John's voice echoes across the shop. This made the few notable customers look at the both of us in curiosity.

You slowly turn back to him leaning on the counter, his elbows resting on the counter looking at you, he knows what he's up to. You remember telling him to stop flexing his biceps in front of you in public. It's kind of an inside joke for the two of you and he seems to remember it all too well.

"Your word. For the contest." he points out to the bulletin board of sticky notes on the other side of the hall.

"I... can't think of anything yet..." you stammer as you exit the door, walking as fast as you can away from him.

"Y/N, wait!" he quickly grabs your arm. You almost expect that he'd do this even after all those times.

"John I-" you quicky turn to him, hot tears start forming on your eyes as he pulls you close to his warm embrace.

"Yeah. You've been very busy... I know." He mutters as you sniffle on his chest, smelling his musk that never changed even after all these months.

"Congratulations on your most recent award, you know. Article of the month, and the month before that and that one time you wrote about the wildlife in Africa..." he trails off while rubbing your back as more tears fell from your eyes. He'd been watching your career grow, even after all this time. It somehow feels you don't deserve him. And you believe you really don't.

Pulling away, you looked at him with a smile.

"I'm sorry..." you croak.

"Why are you sorry, Y/N? You met someone else out there?" he asks. Then again, you both didn't really have a proper conclusion to your relationship. You initially felt like you were slowly drifting away from each other as your careers grew, but here he is, having the same sparkle in his eyes as when you last saw each other.

"No... but, it's been very long and I have been ignoring you... breaking my promi-" He suddenly pulls you close and kisses your lips, you deny him at first but you slowly grip his arms and let him have access to your mouth.

Longing is the only feeling you both feel right now as you slowly kiss back and respond to his mouth. His kiss gives you assurance that even after all this time he yearns for you to come back, his assurance that you did what you had to do to get where you are now even at the cost of completely shutting him out. But of course you weren't, you also long for him every single day, but life has to keep going, and you believed that he'd found someone else after all those times. But this moment made you feel wrong about him, and it's now your chance to get things right between the two of you.

"You know, I always assumed you're still my girlfriend." he smirks. He is true though, there was neither a formal nor informal break up effort on both sides, just indifference due to many reasons.

"Well, I assumed you looked for someone else... and I'm to shy to ask how things have been..." you croak, trying not to cry again. You realize your stupidity once more, but he wipes off your tear with his thumb and lifts your chin up to look at him.

"You still owe me a word, you know." he jokes as he walks you back to the cafe, arm wrapped around your shoulder. As soon as you both enter the door, Gary greets his boss while mopping the floor.

"You were right boss, she is pretty!" The barista smiles and gives John a thumbs up to which he replies,

"Guess I'll be back in my office doing paperwork, Gary. You take charge here okay?"

"Yes, Captain!" he jokingly salutes and continues his work.

"You done with that article?" he asks, a tone of concern in his voice.

"Almost.." you reply shyly. You still can't digest everything that happened so far, but your heart keeps on thumping and your mind's been trying to scream something to you.

"You know, I could use some company while I do some paperwork..." the trails off, the tone in his voice shifted into something you felt excited about. Something along those words mixed with that accent sends flutters across your insides.

"If you'd want me to..." you reply as he opens his office door letting you in. It was a small office a sofa just beside the door, two chairs infront of a large office desk filled with scattered papers, ledgers and journals. He quickly folds his laptop and puts it in his bag as you take off your coat, admiring the view. Plaques, certificates and awards plaster across the walls, along with pictures of his staff calendar schedules and some other things scribbled across the whiteboard. He offers his hand and you give him your coat, only to be pinned to the door.

"God, I missed you so fucking much." He breathes as you stare at his cold blue eyes blazing with desire, you know full well where this is going and you have no objections. You wished for this to happen as soon as your plane touched the city.

Unable to form any words, you quickly pucker your lips, signaling him to move closer and kiss you. Now that you're both alone, his kisses felt much more intimate, needier and his tongue explored every possible area he could. You hear the door lock itself and his hand slowly caresses your ass through the tight jeans you're wearing, pressing himself so you could feel the tension growing beneath his slacks. You slowly slide your hand through it and earned yourself a chuckle from him, as he moves his lips below your ear and around your neck, hearing each smack of his lip and sniff of his nose.

You let out a soft moan as you feel overwhelmed on what he does to your body, you couldn't focus on what's going on, your hands rubbing his hard crotch, his hands softly caressing your ass or his mouth doing wonders around your neck. He continues to do this until your pants and whines become erratic and fast and stops just at the right time for you to catch your breath.

You open your eyes to him, who seems to be enjoying your reunion, a sexy smirk across his face. You let out a smile whist still panting, and he seems to like what he sees, letting a soft chuckle.

"I remember that look on you. You're up to something.." He recalls as you push him to the sofa to his side, straddling on his crotch as you unbutton his long sleeves.

He grunts as soon as he plops on the sofa and groans as soon as you slowly wiggle your ass on top of him. You could clearly see the building frustration in his face as well as in his jeans.

You quickly undone seven buttons as he quickly tosses it somewhere and viewed his muscular physique as you sit on him. He became hairier and you find it very sexy, trailing your hand down his body, all while staring at him as seductive as you can. He smiles at the gesture as you slowly unbutton your shirt, never breaking eye contact, until he can't resist anymore and got up from the sofa. He lifts you down and you stand on the floor as he works your way to slide off your jeans. He quickly buried his face on your pussy as soon as he sees it and devours it like a hungry wolf. He never dissappoints as the feeling made you shudder, grabbing onto what's left of his hair in excitement. This goes on up until you softly pull his head out and move to unbuckle his belt, sliding his slacks all the way down as his cock springs free as soon as you take his boxers off.

You stare at him as you slowly jerk your hand around his cock, his eyes almost in a trance, as you teasingly kiss the tip, which was slowly oozing of precum. He grabs your hair and tucks it behind your ear as you slowly swallow his cock, giving him a blowjob that you've always imagined of giving him when you meet again. You're tongue slowly swirling around his length, feeling every vein and skin around it. You countinued mixing it up with your hand and mouth until he groans in anticipation and pulls you out of him.

He slowly gets up and shoves all his paperwork away from his desk and carries you to it, spreading your legs as he slowly pushes his tip on your opening.

You whimper at the first entrance, it felt different than usual, maybe because it's been quite a while since you to have done it, but that didn't stop the both of you from continuing. His eyes mesmerize you as he slowly picks up his rhythm, you can see his chest muscles bounce as he thrusts himself deep in you. He slowly rubs the upper area of your pussy as he thrusts, giving you a sensation that makes you wanna scream in pleasure. But given the circumstances, you only let out small gasps and whimpers. However, his grunts and moans are also getting louder, so you decide to let loose and follow his volume.

"Fuck." You whimper as he continues his fast pace as evidenced by the loud slapping noises. He quickly flips you to the desk and continues to fuck you from behind. Each thrust felt like the desk is inching closer to the wall, you didn't protest as you loved the sensation, how your walls clench as his warm cock slides in and out of you. You feel his motions change and you know full well what that means, you moan softly signaling him thay you're also almost there as he makes his final thrusts and shoots his warm load inside you, feeling the rush of his cum drip as he pulls his cock out.

He pulls you up and reaches for a kiss, a long yet intimate one as you both use the language of kiss to assure that you'll still be the same way no matter how distant it may be.

"See you after my shift?" he murmurs as he puts on his clothes, now all wrinkly and messy.

"Yes." you smile reaching for another kiss.

After preparing to go home, you quickly grab a pen and wrote the word you describe the drink, plaster it on the board and make your way out of the café.

#horRAYfic #codmw #Soap x Reader #john soap mactavish

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Underneath Retread Aesthetic - Jami Morgan x OC Anne Martin.

Pairings: Jami Morgan (Code Orange) x O Anne Martin

Summary: Jami Morgan is your average, metal dude who plays in a hardcore band called Code Orange. One day, he bumps into an unfamiliar woman on the streets of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania from his childhood in which he doesn't remember. He then will find himself the most dominating man who will take over Anne.

Warnings: 18+ Readers Only, Explicit Language, Descriptive Sexual Themes, Angst.

Word Count: 1.3k+

Tag: @abadamn, hope you enjoy!

Jami watched as an unfamiliar woman from his childhood in the streets of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania approached him.

"Hi," She greeted.

"Hi," Jami said, unsure of this woman.

"What's your name?" The woman asked bluntly, eyes beginning to pierce into Jami's as he gave her eye contact.

"The name is Jami, Jami Morgan." 

She smiled, 

"My name is Anne Martin. It's nice to meet you, Jami." Anne lended her hand out for Jami to shake. 

"Anne?" His eyes had lit up, as if he saw a ghost. As soon as his calloused hand touched her's, she had a feeling that he was a drummer, and her long lost best friend from childhood.

"You play drums, I'm assuming?" She questioned, being dumb as Jami let go of her hand and looked down at his. Nodding to himself, he answered:

"Yeah, I play drums in a band called Code Orange." He shook his loose hand, face filled with puzzlement.

"Is everything alright?" Anne asked in concern,

He looked up, his eyes bored back into her's.

"Yeah, no big deal. That's what you get for playing drums for half your life." Jami chuckled, as he sighed in relief, his phone buzzed against his pocket. "Hold on," He said, turning his back and answering his phone. "Hello?" He spoke.

"Yeah, you need to come in tomorrow. We're headlining a US tour with Slipknot." Reba, his bandmate's voice boomed over the phone with ecstaticness.

"Oh shit." Jami's mood turned from nonchalant, to excited. "Okay, I will see you guys then. Bye." He hung up the phone, and turned his attention back to Anne.

"What was that?" She said

"I'm touring with Slipknot." Jami abruptly said, trying to keep his cool.

Anne smiled and replied: "Congratulations, Jami!" He gave a smile back.

"Well, I really have to go. Before I leave, you can have my phone number. 

***-***-****"

"Okay, it was nice meeting you Jami. Stay safe out there." They said their goodbyes as Anne watched Jami leave. 

That night, Anne thought about Jami in her bed. Her head rested on the headboard as she fantasized about him. Closing her eyes, she pictured Jami all soaked from the rain, with his clothes stuck to his skin. She remembered every little detail about him when she was a child. The little things that make your heart full of butterflies instead of in the pit of your stomach. She pictured her with him, kissing passionately under the balcony. 

[SMUT AHEAD] 

"Anne, I want you to fuck you so badly until you're under the skin." Jami proclaimed in between kisses. She breathed in his scent, hand resting on his face. Her eyes twinkled, this was a sign that she trusted him. "Get on the bed and face down for me." He seductively said, eyes gazing at Anne's naked glorious body. She swayed her ass right in front of Jami as she crawled in bed. 

"Can't believe we are doing this," She breathed. He chuckled lightly, "Me either. But you promise to be a good girl?" Anne nodded. "Can I put this on you?" He grabbed out a collar, holding it up to show Anne. 

Anne's womanhood was throbbing when she saw the collar. She whined while he put it on her neck. Hot and bothered feelings rushed through her garden, she touched herself while she was face down, ass up for Jami. "No," he smacked her hand away, earning a frustrated moan from her. "You need me to punish you?" Her head fell onto the sheets, Jami positioned himself in front of Anne, pulling her by her waist to feel such an unfamiliar feeling.

His quickened his breathing and pace mixed in with Anne's loud moans, he screwed her until she didn't know her name. But only his. 

When he was done, he pulled out, Jami smacked her ass lightly. "You just got your ass worshipped." He whispered, removing the collar he was pulling on from her neck. 

"Fuck." Anne's phone buzzed on her dresser, her eyes lit up when it said: "Jami." She answered quickly.

 "H-hello?"

"Hey! What's up? Just thought I'd call and see what you were up to." He spoke over the phone, then noticed her tone. "What's wrong, Anne?"

"Nothing, I'm tired."

"Are you sure? We can talk about it—-" She cut him off

"I gotta go, I'm sorry Jami." She hung up automatically, she didn't want to tell him that she was thinking about him fucking her. It would ruin their long lost friendship. Sighing to herself, she rested her head upon the headboard once again and listened to the rain beat down on the roof of her house. Fuck, how could one be so damn hot when it's been a hot minute? She thinks, shaking her head to snap out of the heated thought, she fell asleep instead.

Anne knew deep down she wouldn't recognize Jami from it being so long, he and her went separate ways for duplicate reasons a long ass time ago when he formed his band Code Orange. She fell asleep until 5am, disturbed by a text from Jami.

"Hey, hope you're okay. 🖤" - Jami

Her groggy eyes skimmed the text and texted back:

"I'm okay. It's just ever since we separated and saw each other in the streets of Pittsburg 7 years later, I didn't even recognize you. But I remember your name and every little thing you've taught me."

*Jami is typing*

He replied:

"I didn't either, but I remembered you too. I kept you in my thoughts for 7 years straight. Couldn't stop thinking about you. Shit, I don't know why we separated in the first place. Promise me that you'll stay in my life?" 

Anne looked at the text, her eyes beginning to form tears. She texted back:

"I promise I will stay in your life as long as I need, Jami. I'm so sorry I left you." Getting sad vibes, she shut off her phone and drove to Jami's house to confront him in person. Actions speak louder than words, right?

Driving in the car, a favorite song of her's and Jami's came up.

"The Night I Drove Alone" by Citizen

"I ran away from you,

Now look how far I've got

I shared some secrets that I hope you'd keep

They're words that don't come out.

And I should've crashed the car

The night I drove alone.

Escape from August cold

And you talk like someone else."

The  "And you talk like someone else," got Anne in the feels, trying not to tear up, she kept driving, the morning she drove alone. The sun peeked over the clouds, hands on the steering wheel and all - she pulled up to Jami's driveway.

"Hey, come on in Anne." Jami was at the door already, opening the door to his home for her to enter. She walked up the steps of the front porch and entered inside his home. Kicking her shoes off nonchalantly, she looked at Jami. "Make yourself at home," he said, smiling softly. She cut him off before he could finish his sentence - 

"Jami, I have something to tell you."

"And what's that?"

She put her hands in Jami's, his eyebrows cocked up as Anne muttered:

"I think we should finish off what we started."

"What do you mean…?"

Her pierced blue eyes locked with Jami's, she whispered:

"7 years ago, when we were in bed, you made love to me that night. It was a night I'll never forget." Jami's eyes turned from serious to dark. 

"You seriously want to go there, sweetheart?" He backed her into the entrance door of his home, her back hitting against the wooden door.

"I'm gonna show you who I was 7 years ago." He whispered, pinning her arms above her head. Earning a low moan from her, she stared into the eyes of him with no sign of mercy or fear of Jami Morgan. He was a grown ass man, with no filter. He knew what he was capable of and he could show Anne and other girls how it's done.

He picked her up by her thighs without effort, leading her into the unfamiliar bedroom, where there was a king sized luxurious bed and a nightstand next to it. He laid her down on the bed like a princess. 

A/N: I'm editing this post tomorrow, I'm going to finish it though.

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chapter 5:

Hero N Villain Duet

content: a shit ton of angst

what are you doing dear aren't you tired

“y/n”. He stepped towards you but you flinch backwards and look down.

God what are you doing here I dont think that you were invited

“Peter why did you bring me up here..” the tears already threatening to well up in your eyes.

“To talk… to you”, he ran his hand through his messy hair and looked down “please”.

Here you go again pretending that you love me

You look down and shake your head. “The game is over can you just stop”. You sit on the floor and hold yourself in between your knees. “You already know what I am and I’m not in the Stark Towers or with… with you anymore so just stop pretending that you you care. about me about us.” You look at him. “i don't know how much more I can take this“. You get up and turn towards the door. He grabs your arm and turns you to him. “ y/n what are you talking about?”

When just beneath the surface your convinced that you’re above me

“oh my god peter i saw the video”. You look dead at him. “Y/n-“ you cut him off “Stop hurting me peter.” He looks at you in disbelief “w-what video I don’t even know whats going on right now”. You study his eyes searching for the truth. “You were in a room with Tony telling him I was an agent for Octo corp and you told him..” you look down as tears fall down your face. “You told him that you didn’t love or care about me”.

Dig deep into the past I’ve never been one for doing things half assed

He lets go of your arm and steps back. “Is that what you really think y/n?” You look up at him and meet his eyes full of hurt “I-I…”. He turns around and runs his hands through his hair again. “Y/n I knew you were an agent but I didn’t- I mean I don’t care. I never told Tony anything that video is fake. My feelings for you this entire time have been nothing but real.” You shake your head and wrap your arms around yourself to try and stop the shaking. “n-no I know what I saw Peter stop lying to me”..

If im here to save you Ill be here forever just take my hand I’ll be your night in shining armor

“Y/n the video wasn’t real and I’m not lying to you”. He takes your hand and looks at you “ I can help you, let me help you please”. You take your hand away as the rage builds the fire in your eyes. “You think you can help me?”

You think youre a hero? And they’ll tell you are

“ The amazing spiderman trying to save the day as usual” His eyes widen in hurt.

So stoic and handsome and you've come so far

Your stare becomes colder and you walk closer to him “ helping everyone you think needs to be fixed”

You think You're a villain but I know you're not

“Y/n, I just want to help you with whatever is hurting you. Let me be there for you” Avoiding his stare you look down “and what if you are the one whos hurting me”.

Under All that angst and anger is a dying broken heart

“Did you ever consider that you are the one who hurts me the most” You meet his eyes and hold his gaze. He's speechless. “ I don’t need you or anyone else trying to fix me”. “You avengers think you are top shit. Perfect Peter Parker. Genius boy with superpowers and gets the dream life. Captain America WW2 Hero. America's perfect piece of ass”. You continue walking closer to him. “Tony Stark a rich asshole with nothing special about him except his money which gives him power”. Red burns around you. “Saving everyone and everything in your perfect little world”.

What about the lonely little girl? (I’m sorry) What about the monsters who prevailed

“Y-y/n your powers-”. You cut him off “ My family is gone because of you so called heroes thinking that you can save everyone and everything”. His eyes widen and soften in pity. “ Y/n I’m so sorry”. The red flames around you burn brighter in hate “ You don’t get to say shit to me. You guys didn’t protect them. They were dying and your hero friends just sat there and watched the life drain from their eyes. I lost everything because of the mistakes you guys made.” He walks closer to you avoiding the flames. Your eyes well with tears “Do you know what I would give to see them again”. The fire bursts pushing Peter to the floor “ They are gone because of the avengers and you have the audacity to say that you are Earth's Mightiest Heroes”.

You never came to save my world what about Me?

“ I was left lonely and cold on the streets barely alive after the mess you all made to my city. While you all congratulated yourself on a Job well done. You guys were my heroes.” You look at him “ You are fake. Every single one of you pretending like you are doing so good for the world but destroying it at the same time”.

I recognize that you're upset I know they did you wrong ( Oh you know nothing of me)

He stands up and walks towards you again. “ Y/n I know you are hurt. I know how much pain you are going through and I know how much pain they caused but-”you cut him off “Stop pretending like you know me you don’t know shit about me or my life”. “Our entire relationship started from lies that I told”. Hurt flares in his eyes but he continues walking closer to you “Thats not true”.

Trust me please believe me this won’t stop the hurt for long

“You are strong, and kindhearted, an amazing dancer than I will ever be, and you are a good person” He takes your hands. His arms covered in scars from the flames. “Y/n I love you and I know deep down beneath all of this you are a kindhearted person” He lifts your chin forcing you to meet his eyes “Your past and pain doesn’t define who you are. You don’t have to do this to be this”.

Look Me in the eyes (Here comes the hero complex)

“Come with me and we can fix all of this. I can help you. I can-”. You take your arms away from him and push him off “you can what? Save me?” you narrow your eyes “save me from what death? You? I am doing this because this is what I have to do. I refuse to let you or the hero society control me. You and your group of heroes didn’t save me and someone else did”.

You Call yourself a villain (I know I’m the villain)

“I know the things I do are wrong and cruel but at least I acknowledge the wrong I do. And if it takes me killing a few people to feel like a person and appreciated then I’m willing to make that choice” you walk past him to the edge of the roof. “You aren’t evil Y/n and they don’t love you. They are using you and they have since the beginning its obvious everything they do was to turn you towards them. I mean they sent you a fake video to manipulate you”. You sharply turn to him “so now you are saying that I’m being manipulated by the people that actually care about me and took care of me. They only love me because I’m a tool?” You walk to him “ listen closely Parker. I won’t hurt you but if you even think for a second that I would believe you over them you are naive and stupid”.

But we know its a disguise (but youre the one who lies)

You walk back to the edge and walk off. “ Nice chat Parker” a trail of fire guides you back to the street. Harry waits for you in the alley and you collapse into him. He holds you tightly and looks up at the roof. “Promise me you’ll never hurt me”. He looks down at you feeling the tears damp his shirt and holds you closer. “I promise I’ll protect you princess”.

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I'm Not Over You// Ben Hardy x Reader (10.1)

A/N: The last part! Here you go! Thanks for supporting the entire series, guys. Means a lot ♥ ♥

Summary: A wedding brought you apart and it will be a wedding that will bring you back together

Warnings: Microscopic angst and FULL ON FLUFF

WC: 3k

Tags: @haendel-me-with-care

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Parts: 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

"What- I thought Gwil- never mind, did I hurt your shoulder?" You stumble over your words and he chuckles, the curve his red lips are sporting making your insides melt.

"No, you didn't."

"Oh thank heavens. Sure I didn't add to your injuries? " You had to say it but luckily, he shakes his head good-naturedly and seems to have shrugged off the issue. "I'm okay now. I've been for so long actually." At least you've got the conversation going, against the odds of you doubting that it might've ended up awkward with how long you haven't been in touch. You smile crookedly and rub your arm, sighing profoundly to say another word but as you open your mouth to do so, Ben beats you to it. "What about you? How've you been?"

You shrug. "Same old but tortured...and pissed...at Joe...for doing me injustice like that." He rubs the back of his hair and cocks his head to one side. "Oh? Tell me about it."

You give him a brief, speculative look– thinking that it's a miracle you're talking normally like you haven't kissed each other the day you left him lamenting on a hospital bed, been in contact for an entire year and made love with your eyes during the ceremony– in that order.

You snap out of it and look around the busy reception. "I- well-"

"To make it easier, let's head out for a walk on the beach, shall we?" Ben steps aside to let you leave before him and you tuck a tendril of your hair behind your ear, nodding as you walk ahead. He follows you out and you glance over your shoulder, looking past him and seeing Joe wiggle his brows at you from their table– to which you widen your eyes in annoyance and a little gratitude.

Your walk has been graced with the twinkle of a thousand stars and the calm splash of the evening waves against the shore. You've let your hair down from the tight bun you've put it in and taken off your sandals to traipse along the water while Ben remains along the dry sand to stay practical– not that you aren't. He just has his shoes on while you're holding onto yours.

You haven't strolled far from the party with the lamps spanning from the vicinity within the reception still present as you tread along. You've told him all about Barcelona and your studies and everything else concerning your life there; so far it's been good and jolly. He's taken a new project and is in the process of filming, something you've congratulated him on as well– the previous one being his full recovery and you didn't bother to bring up the prior events to that, it might just lead to something you'd lose your voice to talk about. It's a relief that you are able to share a few laughs in between, something you thought wouldn't be possible anymore. You haven't talked to each other like this is ages.

"I guess we're both working our fingers to the bone." He chuckles and stops in his tracks to enjoy the breeze. You involuntarily mimic his stance and stand semi-still on the water, tossing your sandals onto the driest part of the sand.  "I guess. Business before pleasure they say."

"Well my business is my pleasure so it seems like it only applies to you." The smile on his face widens thoroughly and you scoff underneath your breath, swinging your leg back and forth, creating mini splashes. "Excuse me, it applies to neither of us. I love working for something I know will finally lead to my dream."

He hums and bends down to pick up a pebble, casting it smoothly against the water and makes three skips. "It just occurred to me that you never once told me anything about your dream to become a doctor or anything." You give him a fleeting smile and shake your head, crossing your arms as you begin admiring the sky. "If I had told anyone, it wouldn't come true."

"Seriously?"

You raise your hands up briefly in defense and let out a chuckle, bending down to pick up a pebble to skip as well. "I'm living proof that it's effective, you should try it sometime." While you cast your pebble and watch it skip, he studies you intently and with great focus, drawing in a sharp breath before taking off his shoes to join your spot in the shallow water. He sets it aside and stands next to you, lifting his gaze up to the sky and then to you as you take in the cluster of stars dotting the heavens.

The gleam in your eyes as you beam at the starry view puts him under a spell and you sense his piercing stare, encouraging you to catch his fixed look. "What is it this time?"

He gulps, his mouth going dry. "I've sent you a message a couple of weeks back. Never got a response from you..."

You angle your head to one side amusingly. "I replied? Maybe you just don't check your inbox that much- and wait, I changed my number, how did you-"

"Our boy, Joe."

Of course. Joe really needs a new girl in his life, he must be exhausted from being such a mediator.

"And yes, I don't check my inbox a lot. Busy as a bee lately." He adds with a defeated smile present. You weave your fingers together, keeping your vision limited to the horizon yet sensing his eyes penetrate through you.

A little shy to let him see your blush creeping up your cheeks, you tear yourself away from his gaze and sigh inwardly. "I know that look somehow."

"For the third time asked in this lifetime, would you care to finish the dance we had at the after party? A dance to satisfy all the dances we never had the chance to finish. "

Your mouth shamelessly hangs like an attic door with loose hinges at how he was able to remember that. You recall his attending physician say that there would be no risks of amnesia or any sort of memory loss, although he shouldn't be able to recall minor details.

But then your dance wasn't a minor memory.

Ben's still waiting for your answer and you recompose yourself from the jaw drop, stuttering in the slightest as you speak up.  "Uh y-yeah. I mean, we never get to finish dances, am I right?"

Without tethering himself from taking your hand in his, he draws you close to him, the movement of your legs making small ripples and swishes in the water. You can't keep a firm eye on him and as he understands your uncertainty due to how long it's been since the pair of you have closed a distance, he manually positions your arms around his neck, putting a little forethought into snaking his hands around your waist to ease you into it again.

"Hey, like old times, right?" He cajoles softly and you look up at him.

"Like old times." You repeat after him and find it easy to stare into his eyes again, once more submitting yourself to the metronomic beat of your heart. He initiates with light sway, feeling the crashing waves beneath your feets put an effect to how you're moving. With you studying every detail of his face adoringly, you notice the small yet noticeable scar on the near left of his forehead; a small residue of his injury. You frown as you reach up to trace your finger smoothly across his scar, your heart breaking at the memory of that night.

Ben takes notice of your flitting expression and cups your cheek to alleviate the worry you've put yourself in at the sight of his scar. "Hey, hey. Don't worry about it, I'm okay now."

You hang your head apologetically, chewing on your bottom lip with the urge to bring up what you wanted to suppress out of guilt.

"I'm sorry if I left you like that. At the time you really needed me the most, I scrammed and ghosted you for an entire year. I broke my promise, your arm and a small fraction of your skull," as inappropriate as it is to laugh a little at it, you let it slip past your lips anyway to give it a stretch and lighten the weight on your shoulders, "and it's all thanks to Joe for making up that worst case scenario."

Joe did say you'd hurt him on every possible level– ranging from physical to spiritual. Though you didn't afflict him physically per se, your carelessness on the highway did. "I'm so sorry, Ben, for letting my emotions get in the way of what we had. Our friendship. You loved someone else then and being in a way cursed with unrequited feelings, I-I had to distance myself."

He assures you with a loose smile, twirling you under his arm and leisurely pulling you back to his body. "Every bit of it is alright. I had sworn on the day we met that I'd protect you with every fiber of my being and I should be the one that's sorry. All you ever did was love me," he stares down at you intimately, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles, "though how clueless and unbearable I was," a kiss to your wrist, "through all my complaints and nasty fits," a kiss to your cheek, the sensation making you giggle slightly, "through my clumsy tendencies, " a kiss to your nose, "through all my mood swings after a bad day on set," an elongated kiss on your forehead, parting away deliberately before flicking his eyes to your lips and back to your Y/E/C orbs. He gulps audibly at how he's asking you for permission to do it. "When I couldn't return that love to you because I was blind enough to let Rosy stay. For loving me...in both my lowest and highest."

He's risking a few inches in but you can tell he's holding back. You slacken your arms from his neck, little by little dropping them to your sides as his green eyes finally overwhelm you.

The corner of his eyes crinkle as he smiles, breathing out the words you've long waited for. "You've held my heart in your hands even when you were miles away and though you won't be staying for long, I'll always be waiting." In the same way you had when you left, you tip your head back to let his lips meet yours only this time it doesn't take him by surprise. Your lips don't move against each other for a few seconds and you pull away, breathless.

His green eyes are wide yet flecked with awe, unruly brows lightly creased together with small strands of his combed back, blond hair falling into them but they soften as the smile on his face widens. "You're not with Joe, are you?"

You chuckle, shaking your head and heaving out a defining exhale. "I never was. You're not with Rosy anymore, are you?"

He shakes his head as well and it appears the blissful grin on his face won't be coming off anytime soon.

"Long done. I love you, and you alone."

You'll be blaming him later for the ear-splitting grin now etched on your face.

"I love you too, Benjamin."

He throws his head back in relief and lifts you up in his arms, tilting his head back as he savors the full feeling of your lips on his, the kiss gradually becoming open-mouthed.

As if on cue, the fireworks meant for Rami and Lucy come launching up into the sky and bursting into bright colors, the sparks raining down and vanishing into thin air shortly after. Cheers of the people emanate from the party as Lucy and Rami share the same kiss from outside at the same time you and Ben are. You pull away with unridable grins on your faces and share the magical sight of the fireworks lighting up the night sky with no other disturbances to ruin the moment.

"You think they'd start wondering where we are?" You hum with your head rested against his chest. He kisses your hair and smiles as he tightens his hold around you, revelling deep in the moment.

"They'd get the idea, babe. They'd get the idea."

Lucy was right, Ben has always been your soulmate; the three dances you've had in your lifetime somehow always brought you back to each other. Hopefully the one you just had will be the one that will never tear you both apart ever again.

You've yet to thank Joe for tricking you into thinking that it was Gwilym he wanted to spin you off to.

How magical is that tape you used to stick the polaroids together?

It somehow pieced you and Ben in the same manner and stood the test of time.

-Fin-

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