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ultimatelouissong · 30 days
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I know it's a lot of louis' songs anyway, but something very on brand that 4/5 semi-final songs are "I have a big heart" songs.
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ourautumn86 · 5 months
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homecoming
hazel callahan x fem! reader.
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summary; loving her was a sin, but if there was a hell, you’d go with her.
cw; +18 content, minors dni!, we’re in the 80s!, both reader and hazel are 18!!, inspired by homecoming from ethel cain, homophobia, angst, pining, both reader and hazel being in love, kissing, crying, hair pulling, mentions of the bible, god and hell, fingering (r! receiving)…
you’re staring at her, and she can’t be more beautiful. it hurts. everything about it hurts. her suit matches her beautiful eyes, and her hair looks so soft you just want to dip her fingers in and tug. tug her closer. until there is no distance in between the two of you. until you can breathe from her lips, until nothing else exists.
but you can’t. and it just breaks you apart like a porcelain doll smashed against the floor.
her name is just as beautiful as her. hazel. like the spring, like the earth and the green. and just like the season, she brings butterflies to your stomach, makes goosebumps bloom like flowers on your skin. and she’s so warm…
she’s a sin. but such a pretty one… maybe they all are. would it make a difference? everything else evaporated as she takes your hand, like the blood in your veins. you want the blue in her eyes to bathe you clean.
“dance with me?” she asks, as if you could resist, as if you weren’t on her knees and begging for her to a god that forbid this sickening love that drenches your bones.
and you nod, ‘cause there are no words you could muster. not when she’s this close, when her fingers are laced in between yours and her cologne is suffocating you.
you’re more patient now than you ever have been.
her smile is blinding, and you can just follow her to the mass of teenagers dancing in the middle of the room, even when your heart is about to burst out of your chest and your stomach is tying in knots.
you’re more brave now that you ever have been.
her hands are on your waist, and your arms are around her neck. and you’re dancing, slow. you feel like one of those princesses in the fairytales your mom would read you when you were just a mere kid, with glass heels and satin fluffy dresses, in between the arms of a prince. you wanted to smash the crystal below your feet and break it to pieces, dance bare feet on the remains of the happily ever after that you won’t get.
“you look beautiful.” she whispers, and your cheeks redden. your heart flips, and you wish this weren’t the way it all goes, but you can’t help but say it back.
“you too.” you stare into her eyes, shying when she smiles, pulling you closer against her chest. you swore you could feel the quickened heartbeat of her heart. hazel fears you do.
you could feel her breath on your neck, through your homecoming dress before she speaks again.
“can i tell you a secret?” you nodded, your soul blooming in a field of flowers when she spoke those four words against your ear. “i’m desperate for you.”
and even though you felt complete, you couldn’t help but want to push her away, punch her in the face. ‘cause your love was so big. you wanted it to be her problem too.
there, just inches away from her, from her plushy reddish lips…four left feet in a room, always all over her. why had you had to fall in love with her?
and you both knew this was how it goes. you both get too close ’til you fucking explode.
you only tugged her closer, burying your face on her neck to hide your blushing, your nerves, but mostly your fear. you couldn’t look her in the eyes, into this sin.
“don’t look now but everyone’s staring at us weird.” she said, and your breath hitched.
“is it just me or there’s no air in here?” you could feel your chest tighten, millions of eyes on you.
but you’d take it all. stand there and bleed under the knives their eyes sent you if that meant you could stay in between her arms just one more minute, one more second.
“just breathe. i’m right here.” she promised, holding you tight.
everyone was watching you. you couldn’t breath.
“can’t we just leave?” you muttered, and she nodded. you wanted to run away with her, run to where no one would know you, would see you.
she took your hand, and you followed as you two left the prom, the hallways of your high school felt sickeningly cold, yet she kept you warm, hand on hand.
it was all a blur as you two ran through them, eyes on the back of her head, on her flowy soft black hair, and before you knew you were inside the bathrooms, your back against the cold tiles as she looked into your eyes.
“tell me i shouldn’t.” she whispered against your lips, one of her hands cupping your cheek. your eyes met her lips.
your fist tightened on the jacket of her suit, knuckles turning white as you leaned closer to her, until your lips were hers and hers yours. you closed your eyes, relishing on this love that you were gifted, this cursed love that you couldn’t scape.
tears were soaking your eyes, ruining the makeup your mother had helped you put on. you were gutted. your hands found her hair, tugging. you wanted to hurt her. break her just like she had broken you.
“i wish you were a boy…” you muttered in a sob, and hazel’s eyes fell. she silently kissed you again. and you let her. they said love hurt, and you were ready to die for it.
the kiss only got deeper, so deep you were drowning. you wished there was no god. no heaven. no hell.
“i love you.” she muttered against your neck, softly kissing it, pressing you harder against the wall.
“don’t.” you begged. “please, don’t.”
“i’m sorry. i’ll go to hell for it. but i do.” tears were brimming her eyes as well.
you kissed her to quiet her. you needed her to hush it all. to not speak up this forbidden love that hung in between the two of you.
her tongue pushed inside your mouth and you moaned.
“please, hazel. make me forget…” you pleaded, starred eyes staring into her soul, and her shaky warm hands crept under the skirt of your dress, pushing aside your panties to feel how wet you’ve become for her. you cried out when you felt her fingers dive in between your slick folds, her fingertips tracing soft circles against your clit. you pulled on her hair, making her grunt.
“you’re so beautiful…” she repeated, if she could she would say it over and over again until she’d lose her voice. a whimper fell from your parted and swollen lips when she pushed her middle finger inside you, fucking you slowly. it was as if she were trying to make love to you. to convince you that this was no sin. just love.
you could believe her.
“i love you.” you cried on her shoulder, your hips pushing against her touch. “i love you so much it hurts.” she kissed your cheek, your forehead and your lips.
she hushed you, her free hand coming to softly brush your hair as she added a second finger, curling them and making you moan. “just focus on me, alright? just me, sweet girl. i’m right here, baby.” she kissed you once again, painfully slow and sweet. you could feel yourself rotting in it, vanishing as your orgasm approached, whimpers and whines being swallowed by hazel as she worked you towards it.
“hazel…” you called out for her.
“i know. i know. just let go for me, princess, let go.” you cried out as it hit you, your hips sputtering and your chest rising in a deep breath. you whole body shook at its intensity, and hazel made sure to help you ride it until it became too much for you. she pulled her fingers out of you just to push them into her mouth to taste you. you were heaven on her tongue.
you needed a taste.
and as you kissed her, holding her close to your heart, you whispered.
“if there’s a hell, i will go with you.”
and that’s a promise no god could break.
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a/n; relatable
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crvptidgf · 6 months
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Affectionate
Hazel Callahan x Reader (fluff)
➸ summary: hazel comforts the reader after they get insecure about being too clingy
➸ warnings/notes:
➸ requested?: yes! ↴
- i'm loving your hazel fics and i was thinking if u could write a hazel x reader, where they are girlfriends and reader is very attached to hazel, always touching and hugging her, etc. then something happens that makes reader question if she's annoying and hazel gets like "oh no baby come here" and puts reader on her lap, and says how much she loves how reader treats her
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HAZEL’S FAVORITE THING about you was the fact that your love language was physical touch.
Whenever you had a bad day, or just missed her a little more than usual, you would sprint up to her and encase her in a bone-crushing hug. The first thing you would do every morning was greet her with a peck to her cheek before finally kissing her lips, your arms wrapping around her neck to pull her against your chest.
It made her feel safe. It made her feel… good to know that you loved her so much that you couldn’t bear to be away from her for too long.
In the hallways you would interlock pinkies, or sometimes just outright hold her hand. Sometimes if you were feeling particularly down you would wrap your arm around her waist; you just needed to feel her close to you.
Whenever you were over at each other’s house to “study” you’d always insist on having a little wind-down time.
“Let’s just relax for a bit, Haze,” you would say as you opened up your arms to lead her head to your torso, hugging her to your body.
Of course she always obliged. She never cared that she was leaving her homework ‘til last minute. All she really cared about was having you there, your fingers massaging her scalp as you rambled on about your day. There were times when she wished she could just stay like that forever; her legs intwined with yours, and the blanket gluing you guys together, providing warmth and comfort.
Her favorite position to cuddle in, though, was in between your legs, her head resting on your abdomen so that she could trace shapes onto tour skin with her fingertips. You would lie down above her, hands entangled in her brown locks, thighs wrapped around her waist comfortably.
But everything changed one day when you walked over to Hazel’s locker, your arms wrapping around her waist as you stood behind her. She smiled gratefully at you as she craned her neck to greet you briefly before finding the rest of her books and turning around.
“Hi baby,” she coo’d as she came to face you, her arms coming to lay on your hips, her back pressed into her locker.
You completely didn’t notice that PJ was standing beside you guys. You were just too entranced with your girlfriend to recognize that you were still in public - she sometimes had that effect on you. It made you feel like you were the only two people in the room.
PJ playfully rolled her eyes.
“You don’t have to be all over her all the time. You know people can still see you?” she said.
Hazel squeezed you tighter, her grip never leaving your side. “Someone’s jealous,” she responded.
PJ let out a sarcastic laugh as she looked at you both, her arms crossed across her chest. “Jealous that my girlfriend is a number 1 clinger? Yeah, no.”
Your heart dropped to your stomach. Of course she was only joking - that was her sense of humor. If anybody knew PJ they would understand that she didn’t mean half of the things she said. But that didn’t mean that it still didn’t hurt a little.
Your whole demeanor changed as you dropped your arms away from Hazel, backing away slightly.
She could tell that something switched in you but before she could ask, PJ had ushered you guys along. The bell had rang for class and she didn’t wanna give Mr.G a reason to give her shit. On the walk to class Hazel wondered why you didn’t hold her hand and caress the back of it with your thumb like you usually did. She chalked it up to you just being in a bad mood and tried to forget about it until your study date later that day.
As soon as the school day ended, she was hot on your heels as you fast walked out of the classroom. She had never seen you in such a hurry to go “study”.
“Hey wait up!” she yelled after you, running up to you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.
“I was thinking that we could watch that new movie that came out? You said you were excited to see it.”
You slightly leaned her head against her shoulder as you nodded. Mumbling a quiet ‘sounds good’, you continued to walk to the parking lot with her.
Hazel didn’t say anything as she drove home. Instead she opted to watch you from the side of her eye, making a mental note of your body language and how little you were talking. You didn’t even react when she leaned over to place her hand on your thigh - usually you were a sucker for her when she was driving.
After finally arriving at her house, you both made your way upstairs. She helped you set your bag on the ground before sitting at the edge of her bed, messing with the buttons on her vest.
Usually by now you would be crawling under the covers, enticing her to come join you. But instead you began to rummage through your bag for your books. It was well established by now that your study dates weren’t actually for studying.
“Baby,” she called out.
Your head whipped in her direction, an unreadable expression on your face.
“Come here. Please?”
How could you say no to that?
Leaving your books and pens on the ground, you slowly made your way to Hazel. You were picking at your fingernails nervously. The last thing you wanted was to be more clingy today. If you just let her make all the moves then maybe you would be less annoying.
Hazel took your hand in hers, stopping you from fiddling with your hands, and dragged you closer.
She knew not to push you when you were upset, so she just held your hands in her palms. Occasionally she would squeeze your hand, or press little kisses to the back of them. You should’ve been spooning, or sitting on her lap - but here you were, fidgeting nervously like it was the first time you had ever been in her room.
After a short silence, you decided to speak up. “Hazel,” you said, gaining her attention.
Lifting her eyes to meet yours, she gave you a little smile. She hummed in response as she turned your hand over to press a kiss to your palm.
“Am I… too clingy?”
Hazel’s eyebrows pinched together as she jerked her head back in confusion. “What? No! Why would you think that?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. Maybe you were just being silly - why would you let PJ get to you like this. It was only a stupid joke.
Thinking for a moment, you responded. “I was just thinking about what PJ said. Am I really too touchy?”
Your girlfriend’s eyes softened at your words. Her heart broke at your sad tone, your voice quieter than usual when you spoke. Hazel let go of your hands to hold onto you, one hand going to the back of your thigh and the other one holding your waist.
“Oh, baby. C’mere,” she said as she sat you down on her lap.
Her fingertips ghosted over your forehead as she swiped a few stray hairs from your face, her eyes soft and loving as she looked at you. You wrapped your arms around her neck, your legs resting on either side of her.
“I love that you’re so affectionate with me. Don’t listen to PJ - she doesn’t know anything,” she said.
Her voice was so gentle and if you weren’t so in your own head you would’ve probably cried at how cute she was being.
She pressed a kiss to your nose before she continued. “Seeing you is the best part of my day, and what makes it even better is seeing how excited you are to see me too. I could never get tired of you,” she said, pausing to rest her palm on your jaw.
Hazel tapped your chin with her thumb lightly, signaling you to look at her.
“I love you. I love everything about you - especially when you’re clingy.”
Your eyes welled with tears.
“Really?” you asked meekly.
She nodded, her pearly teeth peeking out from behind her lips as she grinned at you.
“Really. Now can we cuddle already? I missed you.”
Your books were long forgotten on the floor as Hazel buried you in the blanket with her, her arms wrapping around you. She lifted your leg to rest on top of hers, before drifting off to sleep with you in her arms. She had everything she needed right there.
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keeksandgigz · 2 months
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i don't want you like a best friend- day 2 of keeks's lover house series
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Day 2 of my Lover House series♡
♡Best Friend! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader♡
best friends to lovers, painful pining, idiots in love, queer!eddie mentioned, smut, you've heard the song
Read Day 1 here!
"Carve your name into my bedpost/ 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend"
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You thought Eddie had no clue of the feelings you harbored for him.
Since high school you've been pining for your best friend. Every car ride, every smoke session in his room, every concert you've gone together. Every single time you helped him haul equipment on and off his van. You've been in love with him for the past six years.
However, when he asks you to be his plus one at Steve's wedding it doesn't shock you. You were his date to proms, homecomings and various events-- there was no Eddie without you and vice versa.
This time seems different, though, as the end of the night was fast approaching. You sit at one of the tables, fumbling with the buckle of your shoes, trying yo get rid of the painful sting at the back of your heel.
Eddie follows you back from the dance floor to the table. Having shed the jacket of his suit and his tie, he's left with the top three buttons undone, and his frizzy hair tied up in a low bun as his sweaty bangs stick to his forehead.
He looks so effortlessly beautiful you can't help but try to hold back from jumping his bones. An activity you've gotten way too good at-- holding back.
He kneels on the floor, seeing you struggle with the buckle as he takes your ankle in his hand.
"Lemme do it" he says over the loud music "are your feet hurting?" the touch of his hands on the skin of your ankle makes you shiver. You nod.
"You lemme know when you wanna head back to the hotel room, I'll come with" he smiles, leaving a sweet caress on the arch of your foot. You're used to this.
The touching, the caresses. It's just how he is. Touchy.
When his hand seems to linger too much on your leg when you watch movies together at your apartment, or when you seem to be too tucked into his chest when walking down the street, his arm around your shoulders.
It drives you up a wall, he seems to always get too close. Unconscious to the idea that maybe, just maybe...
"You know what, Ed? I'm going up, I'll go say goodnight to Steve and go" you smile at him, pitter pattering your way across the dance floor, where Steve and his bride are still in the happy throes of love as he spins her around and they laugh in unison.
Eddie watches you, hips swaying with every step you take. That dress has been driving him insane all night. Dark green, tight around your hips. Multiple times in the span of the night he's had to subtly conceal his boner from the way you were dancing on him. The cocktails at the open bar getting into your system.
And there you are again, turning his brain to mush, seeing how your dress hugs you so perfectly. So he follows you like a little puppy dog, hoping to get to see more of you. Hoping you'll ask for his help in undoing your zipper as you get ready for bed.
"Tonight was fun" you sigh, walking towards your room "I think we're next, Ed" you elbow him, eyebrows raising suggestively.
"Do I have a girlfriend or boyfriend I don't know about?" he snickers, running an arm around your shoulders- God, you're so soft.
"Well, no. But you better get working on it, we're not getting any younger" you smile at him "I won't start looking 'til you do, loverboy" you laugh, still in a tipsy stupor.
You take out your key and open the door to your room.
"Need me to stay with you?" he gives you one of his pretty boy smiles. The ones that make your stomach flutter with confused butterflies.
"You don't have to, but you're welcome in if you want to. I'll just change in the bathroom" he follows you in as you rummage through your suitcase to find your toiletries.
"Don't change yet. That dress cost you a fortune, don't you want to enjoy it?" he just can't get enough of you in the dress, the green velvet hugging your body like it was made for you. Like you came out of his wildest dreams.
An awkward laugh escapes you "'kay, so what should I do then?" you lean on the dresser, crossing your arms. Your tits push up at the motion. He feels himself stir in his slacks as he pats down the spot next to him on the bed.
You sit down, body turned towards him. "What is it?" your heart thrums within your chest. The touchiness isn't unusual, but the tension that fills the room seems different. Almost like an invisible electricity.
"What if I didn't have to look?" his hand moves closer to yours, fingertips barely touching. You take a ragged breath in.
"I'm not sure what you're saying, Eddie" your hand scooches closer to his. He feels the softness of your fingers. He wonders if you're this soft everywhere.
"I don't have to look for someone to be with. No one's going to be you" you feel like your breath has been knocked out of your lungs "and I know you feel the same, so can we please stop it with the act and kiss already" you feel dizzy, hands shaking on top of his, fingers lightly entwined.
He feels the trembling in your hand as he envelops it with his. Your face feels hot.
"How'd you-" you begin, his free hand goes to your cheek, cupping. His thumb stroking the skin, moving the hair that falls on your face away from it.
"You've never been a master of subtlety, sweetheart" he smiles, his lips so close to yours you can smell the tequila shots on his breath. Breath that you're currently out of. The hand on your cheek makes a minimal movement, your lips meeting on impact.
And it's like a dam has been broken. Years of pining, waiting, jealousy, end here. Eddie's tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at your bottom lip, as a moan slips out of you. A moan you've been holding in along with all the breath you had.
You get more bold with each swipe of his tongue, opening your mouth up for him to give him more access. Your hands reach up to the buttons of his dress shirt, slowly making your way down each eyelet, revealing his milky skin smattered with black ink.
"I've been wanting to get that dress of of you since you got in the car this morning" he nips at your bottom lip, moving down to leave open mouthed kiss down the column of your neck.
A breathless moan falling from your lips as he reaches for the straps of your dress, pulling them down your shoulders.
He reaches under the slit of your dress, you gasp at his actions, still trying to convince yourself that this is real. That what is happening is not just another stupid dream.
Caressing the side of your thigh, he bunches up the velvet of her dress around your hips, your hands trapped in Eddie’s hair as you let breathless gasps escape you.
“You like me touching you?” he asks, reaching around to grab a handful of your ass, it’s getting all so much already, with a whine you lean your forehead on his shoulder.
“Hey, no, look at me” he grabs your face gingerly, letting your eyes meet "I've been waiting to see you like this. I need to see you" and in the shushed whispers it's like you're not even in a hotel room anymore.
He's created your own universe, where the perfection of your bodies, hands, fingers, breaths intertwined, they're everything that matters for a brief moment in time.
Eddie reaches behind your back, feeling around for the zipper of your dress. You hold a breath in, briefly overtaken by a strange feeling. He's never seen you like this.
"It's okay, it's just me" it's almost like he senses your unease in the air, placing a chaste kiss to your shoulder, like a soothing balm for your heart. The zipper begins to go down, its buzzing fills the room, a ticking clock for what's about to happen.
"I can't believe we waited this long" he says with bated breath, as you get the dress of of you "you're so gorgeous" he mumbles against the skin of your wrist placing an open mouthed kiss there.
Your heart thrums, you want to answer him, you want to say that you've loved him since high school, you've played the waiting game and the reward was right in front of you. Instead you just whimper as Eddie lays you down, reaching a hand in between your legs. You stop him immediately.
"I need you right now. I'm ready" you urge feverishly, you feel hot, a burning need to get close to him. Feeling like you might die if you don't feel him sink into you right this instant.
He smiles. Understanding, maybe a little cocky as he chuckles and leans back, undoing the belt of his slacks, finally letting his cock spring free, after a whole day of suffocating confinement.
Your mouth hangs open, murmuring your name against the skin of your abdomen, your chest, placing a kiss on each of your breasts, then mouthing at your neck.
"Ready?" he looks at you for any trace of hesitation, a pinch in your eyebrows that says this is a mistake, but there's only relief, almost like you'd been waiting too long for this. Years of pining could have easily ended much earlier, Eddie's been waiting as much as you have. Too much of a pussy to do anything about it, thinking he was way out of your league.
He tosses those thoughts aside, he has you now, ready and waiting under him. Nodding eagerly to let himself inside you, without wasting a moment.
And when he does, your eyebrows pinch together, but there's relief in your eyes, as you both begin to rock back and forth on the soft mattress. Small whimpers escaping you, grabbing at Eddie's neck for support.
"I've been wanting you like this since our senior prom, Eddie" you mumble, and he feels like an idiot, because he's never connected the dots. His heart hurts for the time you lost, but you lightly take his hand into yours- a silent "you have me now."
With every thrust, he sees your eyes roll back in bliss, letting out the sweetest noises he's ever heard. And he knows it, then, that he wants to keep you forever.
He mumbles your name again, and every time he does, you tighten around him. The world seems to stop for a moment as he chants it like a prayer. Kneeling at the neglected altar of your body, silently begging for forgiveness in his prayer.
But everyone of his wrongdoings seems to be washed away with every moan and whine, your pitch getting higher with every thrust. Eddie speeds up, feeling himself getting closer with a twang of embarrassment. It should have lasted longer.
"'I'm close" you whisper, gripping onto his shoulders, his back, anywhere your hands can grip him, not wanting to let him go. He keeps his pace, noticing a small sliver of tears at your waterline.
When you come undone with a silent scream, biting at his shoulder to not make noise, he follows you soon, spilling himself inside of you with a low groan.
His forehead comes into contact with yours, breathing against you, letting the rise and fall of his chest match yours. Regulating himself before detaching himself from you.
His hand keeps holding on to yours, as you drink in the moment, not wanting to let it escape from your fingertips.
He turns towards you with a smile "So I guess we're next then?"
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kyoghurts · 2 months
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Idk if requests are close but
Rayne Ames knows the problem already, but wants to make the reader(gn!) like to accept or confess to him about the problem. Like he wants to hear it and won't judge you
safe space. rayne ames
content. hurt/comfort. one swear word rayne blurted out. vague mentions of self-loathing (i don't know what you intend for a problem anon but this is what i came up with) nothing too specific. rayne is just so caring and tender will forever write him extra soft til my last breath.
i may or may not write what u wish for bc of how vague this req is but know i tried 😭
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there are problems that bite your skin enough for you to attend to it immediately.
immediately as in rayne will always be the first person you turn to and that he'll be the one to soothe you and your skin, to be able to feel like it's not just yours to manage. because with rayne, it's never just about you. it's always a we, an us problem.
but there are problems that doesn't fit this description. sometimes it's a problem stuck to the wall but never quite noticing, only etched into the back of your mind. so close and yet so far.
as if you're hiding your skin, and that adds another layer of problem for rayne ames.
it’s not that he doesn’t understand—because he does. always loving you in places you’re wounded, of wars and storms breaking within you, it’s his own battles too. always we. always us.
your back is facing him in the harshness of the night, it’s frigid cold, he shifts position and stare at you. hoping you’ll notice the ache dwelling in his eyes, the space between you bellowing the emptiness that shouldn’t exist first and foremost.
you’re so close and yet so far.
there is a notion forming in the backdrop of his mind that's half-baked. but he gets you, and he'll never stop trying for you. because things can hurt and rayne doesn't have the words in him to describe how much it affects him as well.
he already gave you space for days, but it seems like you're stretching it far too much.
"hey." rayne slices the silence, soft and pleading, a hand presses gently on your back, moving in slow circles. "i know you're still awake. talk to me."
the blanket falls loose on your upper arm, so he draped over until he notices that you're shaking. and it's not because of the cold atmosphere, but because you're holding back the tears brimming in the corner of your eyes, trembling breaths clasped against your hand. he sits up, alert coursing his veins. "hey, hey, what's wrong? shit-" he inhales deeply, calling your name. "come here, talk to me please."
he lifts you up, and you shake your head wearily, a contrast to your winter drenched hands clinging to his shirt as he pulls you in. tears streaming down your face, your attempts of pushing him away are futile. "i'm sorry i'm so—" you choke back a sob, piles of words burning on your throat. "i'm so sorry"
"what are you sorry for?" he tells you to breathe, letting you cry it all out. it takes a while to calm down, but when you do, all that he thinks of is that he can finally feel whole again, to bask in knowing it's not just him, not just you, but problems of us. of you and me.
"it's..." after a long pause, your voice cracks the darkness kept in you. "it got loud again. i'm sorry."
it's no longer skin. it's a bone-deep cut that you have in which rayne rarely sees, but he knows its there. a wallpaper in his subconscious. he swallows the guilt down too hard that it's noticeable, the bob of his adams apple against your shoulder and the prompt squeeze as he cradles your head. you're not able to get a glance of his expression, but you may as well feel it's one in pain. it hurts you just as much as it hurts him.
and that's why you're apologizing, for having him to see you this way. in a place of the broken and bruises. in a place you thought you have crawled yourself out a long time ago.
"don't."
"...huh?"
more quietly but also securely, the words seem to reverberate down to your skin, to your bones, "don't apologize. especially for this." eyes turning a little misty as he reassures you, nothing but genuine care he has for you. "never."
he fetches you a glass of water (a kiss to the back of your hand that have warmed up by now before he can go) and once he plops down beside you, you mumble. "thank you."
"of course."
he meets your gaze and within them, all forms of loving exist; loving you at your best and loving you at your worst. this one's the latter, but that it's almost the same as to the former. because he never sees you any differently, and that's something you want to keep in the special lock of your heart.
when you both get ready for bed as he enwrap you in a world of closeness, removing any possible distance that eats his insides, it feels like home again. he brought you back to where you truly belong.
"you may not understand this, but believe me," rayne plants a loving kiss to your forehead. "i'm proud of you, so much."
you bury yourself in his neck as a response, holding his waist tightly. this is what he has been teaching himself just for you, to construct words that encompasses how he feels. and every day, it blossoms continually.
"thank you" you sniff. perhaps you'll teach yourself to fall more freely into him. because your battles are of his own, even the ones that you thought are better left alone—always we, always us.
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notes. this is so flowery with all the poetic metaphors but haha can't help myself. i clearly projected here a little.
taglist (open!) @seneon
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dmercer91 · 11 months
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nsfw headcanons, nh13
18+!! nico my beloved
the second half of this is a little (very) feral
nico can be gentle, or he can be rough. either way, he makes sure you’re properly cared for and he checks in on you.
gentle nico is such a sweetheart. he doesn’t tease, doesn’t play around with you, just holds you and kisses you and does whatever it is that’ll make you feel good
he’s heavy on praise and sweet talk, he likes pet names and coddling you.
he’ll guide you, give you steps and rewards and explanation. he likes to have you repeat what he’s saying, and tell him it’s ok.
“gonna press down on your stomach, yeah? i want you to tell me how it feels, what’s changing. i promise it’ll feel real good if you can do that for me, baby,”
“good, that’s good, baby. don’t push it away, let it happen for me,”
he really, really likes to use his fingers on you. he likes the amount of flexibility it has, that he can curl his fingers or spread them and do so many things
he likes that you like it, that just two of his fingers could make you come time and time again
he especially likes bringing his fingers up to his mouth and tasting you while looking right into your eyes.
god his eyes.
you like to give him head, and he likes to guide your head, and sometimes he’ll accidentally fuck up into your throat
“sorry, baby, shit. you feel so fucking good. perfect mouth for me”
his pace once you’ve moved from foreplay to piv is slow, but hard. he presses hard into you, holds your hand and tells you how good you’re taking him
he’s a bit sappy when he’s gentle, mumbling about how much he loves you and how much you mean to him and peppering you with kiss after kiss
he likes for you to come together when he’s gentle, for the two of you to just fall right apart into each others arms and for you to warm him until he finds the motivation to pull out of you and clean you up
sometimes you think he might try and convince you to just go to sleep with him inside (not that it takes much convincing)
he likes how close you feel to him and how it’s not necessarily sexual but still so intimate and soft
on another note, rough nico is a little bit of a brat.
he’s mostly rough when he’s feeling frustrated, so your pleasure is put aside and he just does whatever he wants.
he’ll fuck your throat, bury himself inside you with absolutely no warning, just sort of use you to take out his anger
and you just take it, cause you’re good for him, and he still makes sure he’s not hurting you, so you don’t have an issue
if he does use his fingers or his mouth, you don’t usually get to come, cause you need to ask, and 9 times out of 10 it’s a no, or he’ll move away before you’re close enough to feel the need to ask him
sometimes he’ll edge you over and over, just cause he likes the little power trip
especially when he’s been down, feeling in control and trusted with you makes him so unbelievably prideful and hot
he mixes praise and degradation, and by the end of the night he’s so lost in everything his accent blends his words, but it’s so good
“fucking look at you, god. take me so good, let me do anything i want. prettiest little fucktoy i could ever ask for”
his pace is brutal.
he’s fucking you so rough, just putting everything he has into his hips to let out all his anger.
he’ll move around your legs to try and press deeper into you
he’ll put a pillow under you and watch you try and squirm away
he’ll press down on your stomach and grin if you grip his wrist to pull him away.
he won’t even realize how tight you’re holding onto him cause of his pace until he wakes up the next morning with vibrant red marks on his shoulders and looks over to see your hip bones lightly bruised
on the off night, he maybe has a small (massive) captain kink.
he won’t let you come til you ask for it, just the way he likes.
it doesn’t matter if he’s brought himself over the edge twice already and he’s so sensitive he’s about to lose it. he will not stop until you get to come, but he won’t let you til you ask properly
“please can i cum, captain? been so good, fuck, need- need to cum, captain”
and even if he’s come already, that gives him an unexplainable high
speaking of, he likes to come inside. he’ll keep fucking it back into you, too. his favourite sight in the world is seeing his release gushing from you and dripping down your thighs when you squeeze around him.
and just the trust you have in him, to let him fill you up with the risk of just the pill, he can’t get enough.
i need me a nico, tbh
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h4venpha · 11 months
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↳ 𝐁𝐋𝐋𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒:
chigiri hyouma, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei
cw: !SUGGESTIVE!
the writers block is rlly hitting rn so yall get headcanons instead !!
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CHIGIRI HYOMA
- i cannot help myself when it comes to chigiri being a tease…
- chigiri who comes up behind you and leans in close to your nape, causing you shiver at the intimacy. his hair draping over your shoulder as he presses forward.
- he nibbles at the shell of your ear, letting his teeth press gently against your skin. and you can feel his hot breath over your ear but you cant turn around or run away cause hes got a strong hold around your waist
- and hes pulling away with a breathy chuckle, watching your embarrassed reaction from just that
- chigiri who also likes to bite your tongue when you kiss him..
- you swipe at his bottom lip with your tongue and at the contact, hes surging forward to capture the tip of your tongue between his teeth.
- its not enough to make you bleed, but he bites hard enough to have you panting when you pull away. and hes wiping away at his mouth with the back of his hand letting out another chuckle before pulling you back in. except ths time he goes for you bottom lip
ITOSHI RIN
- rin has a possessive streak because i said so
- he wants to keep you far, far away from anyone who threatens to take you away from him
- borderline TOXIC because of how possessive he acts
- what better way to establish youre his and only his than leaving bite marks everywhere?
- hes practically on you like a rabid dog as he marks up your neck whether it be bites or hickies
- he wants everyone to see the deep bute marks and dark red bruises when he takes you out the next day. proudly and unashamedly possessive over you even in public
- bites over each side of your nape and hickies littering your collar bones, he loves tasting your skin on your tongue knowing that itll leave a mark
- and when they start fading, hes quick to give you fresh ones
ISAGI YOICHI
- isagi’s biting problem is definitely a guilty pleasure
- he first thought it was creepy the furst time he felt the urge to bite you. eyes raking over the soft skin on your body and he has this urge to have you in between his teeth
- (i headcanon isagi loving body worship/nsx🔥)
- hes kissing up and down your arms all the way to the tip of your fingers and hes holding back the urge to just bite
- its a private thing for him to do, he only does it when hes alone with you and hes feeling affectionate. call it possessiveness
- not even hard, just a little nibble. but he gets embarrassed, he thinks its strange and kind of creepy that he wants to bite the one he loves
- but when he asks with a deep blush on his face and you simply say its okay, youre not leaving til he gets his fill
- hes not a hard biter. he likes to nip at your skin just enough to make it sore when you touch it later. and he doesnt even think about that you might be sore later, he wants to bite and thats exactly what hes going to do
SHIDOU RYUSEI
- “youre so cute i could eat you up!” but in a very literal sense
- an action for affection from him, he thinks its sweet and he likes how you get grumpy because it hurt
- he likes to bite you literally anywhere. his favorites though is the soft place between the base of your neck and your shoulder
- coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist while resting his head down on your shoulder. and he just— bites you. teeth scraping lightly against the soft skin just to get a reaction out of you
- when you whip your head around and tell him to quit it, he only slyly smiles, seeing the embarrassment creeping up your face
- just like chigiri, he loves doing it just to see your reactions, how far can he go before youre chasing back for more?
- and 100% hes holding back. hes got a deep desire to just bite down and leave red teeth marks everywhere on your body.
- but he sticks to playful nibbles along your shoulder while his biting problem only brews more, waiting for the day you let him completely devour you
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heartfullofleeches · 11 months
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Scavenger
Reluctant monster darling my love..... (concept/potential series - warnings for mentions of suicide, death and cannibalism)
The monster who never wanted to be....
You thought you'd die the night they grew in. Serrated, needle-point fangs sprouting behind the rows of canines and incisors all your years. You knew this day was coming - someday, but decades of preparation couldn't cushion you from what was to come. The jaw-splitting of each individual tooth tearing through your gums and the floor of your mouth, slowly losing the ability to eat most foods day by day. The cravings.
Your own blood worked for a while. About a month at best. The more you tore open the healing wounds on your arms and legs the deeper and thicker your blood began. Like copper molasses. After that, you didn't know what to do. You couldn't take another humans life - even if you were never one to begin with. You broke into hospitals, blood banks, freshly graves. Your stomach howled at the scraps and rotting flesh you forced into it. With those teeth; those claws, it was clear whatever you weren't designed to live on blood packs and dead meat. You need it fresh. Raw. Live prey. It's everywhere.
No. No!... People aren't food. They're your friends... People you see everyday. They deserve the right to live like you.... Just like you...
And then it happens.
Walking home alone, over a rarely crossed bridge - the smell hits you first. The undeniable stench of blood - the freshest you've ever smelled. Hunger stabs you so deep you check your stomach for wounds. You look everywhere. What's left of your human mind tells you to call the police and run. Someone's hurt. You'll hurt them more. The internal battle is fierce - come to find you had already lost from the beginning.
They were already dead. Dragged onto shore by the lake's current. You had to pray they didn't suffer. You had to pray they'd forgive you for what you'd do. You were starving. It was the only way. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You repeat - but there's no one to listen. No one to witness as you lick their bones clean and bury them in hollow grave. You found no identification on them. Only a letter. You lost the meal that would've keep you full for days as you read it.
You visit that bridge everyday. The sight of the disturbed soil makes you nauseous at first, then you're numb. They were gone, you're still here. That doesn't make it right, but.... but.. It happens again.
There at the shore, a body. Another letter, this time tucked into a wallet. You... Knew this person. Not well, an old classmate or coworker you never spoke to, but you knew. What happened to them since you last saw them. You.. do what you have to - conscious enough to take their meat back home, but after storing it away, you look them up online. Everything seemed fine on the surface - til their water logged phone powers back on.
An alternate account, pleading for help on days they posted pictures with sunny smiles to their main. Questioning their place in life, begging for something anything to make it all worth it. Their pleas went unheard. Every single one, until you found them. How long had they been in pain?
You find accounts on forums for people like them. People with nothing left to live for and waiting for that final push. Easy targets for something like you. You'd never go hungry again - so you reach out... to help.
You know first hand what it's like to suffer. You don't want to see anyone else in pain. You saw a family member of that old acquaintance one day. The grief in their eyes crushed you more than the pains of hunger ever could. You'll atone for your sin of living on by helping whoever you can. When you can't - you'll go out to search for your next meal.
Eventually you began to notice the signs of people down on their luck in your day to day. You tried not to look at others to avoid your hunger flaring, but it's so hard to ignore. You befriend these people. Ease your way into improving their outlook on life, and getting the help you can't provide. People gravitate towards you for your kindness. You see it an expression of your guilt. You try to slip out of their lives just as you came, but some of them just can't let you go. You're an angel. A saint. They want to give back to you what you've given them. They see that same sadness they once had in your eyes and want to do whatever it take all alway. They reach and reach, but you only drift away. They search for all they can find out about you - and one of them finds it.
A journal, hidden beneath your bed. Mere snippets of the live long torment you've endured. They didn't want to invade your privacy, but you left them no choice - and now they see why. Reading your crimes, the reasons you held out your hand to them - it brings them to tears. They truly had met an angel. An angel that needed their help as much as they once needed theirs.
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A new neighbor moves. Amongst all the pleasant greetings from everyone else in your complex, they visit you of all people first. They bring a big slice out of a casserole they had just made. You politely decline, but they insist. You take a bite. It's good. Really good. Good enough for you to swallow. You can eat this. All the spices and seasonings, you can taste them. Your stomach feels so warm and full from the first bite alone. You're completely stuffed by the time you finish. Licking the plate, you freeze! You..... can eat this.... Why can you eat this? What's going on?
Then you notice the bandages around their arm.
"Hey, Y/n... Did you know the taste of beef is really overpowering? I made beef and pork meatballs the other day, but all I could taste was cow.... Is it the same for you?"
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desthen · 6 months
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"What I'm trying to say is By not accepting who I am and what I want By crushing and condensing my identity til it explodes all over everybody's everything I hurt people And then I kept doing it Again and again Until I learned that raging against the parts of me I find hard to love Doesn't actually erase them It doesn't actually fix anything It just makes me ill And unfulfilled And you know what's truly terrible? Is that some people go their whole lives thinking that's an okay way to feel They wake up every morning and voluntarily erase themselves Dream by dream, wish by wish Until they're barely even fucking people anymore They're just piles of bone and hair and flesh Red meat going bad And I dunno Maybe it's just me, man But that sounds far worse than any awkward, honest conversation I have ever had"
- STOPPING A GARDEN HOSE WITH YOUR THUMB by The Narcissist Cookbook
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floralcyanide · 4 months
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⊱ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 ― 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 ⊰
[ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]
1960s ᴜs ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅᴀᴛᴇ!ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
― ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ !
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∿ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ !
∿ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ !
∿ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ HERE ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴛɪғʏ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪsᴛ !
― 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 ⬎
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Fool’s Paradise - XYLØ 
❝Turn off the TV, your suit and tie and hair all wrong. I had a bad dream, your face was on a dollar bill.❞
Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey
❝I don't know how you convince them and get them, babe. ; You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man.❞
All Shook Up - Avila 
❝Please don't ask me what's on my mind, I'm a little mixed up but I'm feelin' fine.❞
Touch - Daughter
❝Love, hunt me down. I can't stand to be so dead behind the eyes.❞
Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde
❝There's a room where the light won't find you, holding hands while the walls come tumbling down. When they do, I'll be right behind you.❞
American - Lana Del Rey
❝You make me crazy, you make me wild.❞
Us Against the World - Coldplay
❝The Devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes. ; Through chaos as it swirls. It's us against the world.❞
America - XYLØ
❝Real life is make-believe, all that glitters isn't gold to me. ❞
Something - Elvis Presley
❝Somewhere in her smile, she knows. All I gotta do is think about her.❞
Candy Girl - Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons
❝I've been a-searchin' all this wide world, now finally I've found my candy girl.❞
National Anthem - Lana Del Rey
❝I'm your national anthem, God, you're so handsome. ; Red, white, blue is in the sky. Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes.❞
Evergreen - BROODS
❝Since we found out that we're invincible, we've been living in a dream world. ; Only lost to be found, you're my hero now.❞
Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex
❝Nothing's gonna hurt you baby, as long as you're with me you'll be just fine. ❞
December, 1963 (Oh, What A Night!) - Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons
❝Oh, what a night! Late December, back in '63. What a very special time for me. As I remember, what a night.❞
Chemtrails Over the Country Club - Lana Del Rey
❝You're in the wind, I'm in the water. Nobody's son, nobody's daughter, watching the chemtrails over the country club.❞
Gold - Echos
❝I've got intentions of gold with my plans.❞
Young God - Halsey
❝He says, "Ooh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends. I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven. ; But do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods.❞
Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - Frankie Valli
❝Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay. And let me love you, baby, let me love you.❞
Neptune - Sleeping At Last
❝I'm only honest when it rains. If I time it right, the thunder breaks when I open my mouth.❞
Meltdown - Stromae, Lorde, Pusha T, Q-Tip, HAIM
❝Who to trust? Who to love? Who to run from? Who to hug? Respect only comes from the money or your blood.❞
you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish
❝Bite my tongue, bide my time. Wearing a warning sign. Wait 'til the world is mine.❞
Dead End Love - XYLØ
❝I'm still lost in the maze of your mind, I'm never getting out again.❞
Before the Fever - Grimes
❝This is the sound of the end of the world. Dance me to the end of the night, be my girl. ; They will kill us, oh, have no doubt. There are many ways in, but there's only one way out.❞
Golden - Harry Styles
❝You're so golden. I'm out of my head, and I know that you're scared because hearts get broken.❞
My Eyes Adored You - John Lloyd Young
❝Headed for city lights, climbed the ladder up to fortune and fame. I worked my fingers to the bone, made myself a name.❞
hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but I have it - Lana Del Rey
❝There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw. ; Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but I have it.❞
Eyes Open - Taylor Swift
❝Everybody's waiting for you to break down, everybody's watching to see the fallout. Even when you're sleeping, sleeping, keep your eyes open.❞
We Remain - Christina Aguilera
❝So, burn me with fire, drown me with rain. I’m gonna wake up screaming your name. ; Whatever happens here, we remain.❞
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avatar-anna · 10 months
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Diamonds
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pausing our regularly scheduled program with a luke hemmings blurb bc i love him and his solo music and i'm sad i couldn't go to any of his shows 😔 i'll get back to harry soon, but i'll take inspo wherever i can rn. enjoy!
"The next one we're gonna play for you is one of the most vulnerable songs I've ever written," Luke said, mouth pressed up against the microphone. The shimmer you helped spread over the lids of his eyes practically glowed under the blue lights that lit the stage. You thought he looked ethereal, the very embodiment of the music he was performing tonight.
"When I was putting together the final tracklist for this album," Luke continued, "I was hesitant to add this song because I was afraid that it was too vulnerable, but I was convinced that it was worth sharing, that the emotions and experiences behind this song would reach those who needed to hear it the most.
"The person who convinced me, and played a crucial part of making this record, is here tonight, and to them, I would just like to say thank you. Thank you for believing in me when I couldn't and making me brave enough to truly face my demons. You pulled me out of the deep end when it felt like I was drowning, and I would be a completely different person than I am today without you. I love you. My heart and soul is yours to keep."
Cheers were heard throughout the venue as the opening chords began. As Luke started to sing, you were thankful that you decided to watch the concert from backstage, unable to keep tears from welling in your eyes.
"Cut like diamonds and sink like stones, starve myself 'til I'm skin and bone, I'm so much older than I ever thought I would be."
He said that often. My heart and soul is yours to keep. Yours to keep safe, was what he meant. It had taken him a long time to open up to you and trust your ability to be a good partner, so him saying that his heart was yours was huge. He trusted you that much not to break his heart, to never let him sink back into old habits and bitter thoughts. That level of trust meant everything to you.
In his little speech, Luke thanked you for being the one to convince him to release the song, which was true in a way. He'd been conflicted about the song at first, not ready to share such a dark period of his life so publicly. The song had originally been just a way to express himself, to put everything he'd been through on paper without ever letting it see the light of day.
Luke had shared what the song was about, had opened up to you just what had made him feel that way in the past—toxic relationships, poor decisions that led to even worse habits, hurting the people closest to him, all of his mistakes. He didn't hide any of it from you, and you took all of those misgivings, all of those past mistakes, and showed him that you loved him anyway.
"How far is far? Are we too deep in? How dark is dark? I need to see it."
It wasn't easy at first. When you met, Luke wasn't in a place where he could give himself to anyone emotionally. He believed that he was too damaged to be loved the way he deserved and that he was better off being alone and unhurt than trying to fall in love again and risk being completely ruined by someone he thought he could trust. He had been more closed off than anyone you'd ever met, but all of it just made you want to show him what love without conditions looked like. And he couldn't fathom why. Luke was never rude to you about it. He never snapped at you or pushed you away or treated you badly to make a point, he just truly believed that he wasn't worth your time.
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You were at his house, hanging out as friends. Only this time you surprised him by bringing him flowers.
Luke had been completely dumbfounded, unsure of your intentions. You told him it was just to brighten up his home a little, and because you liked doing nice things for the people you cared about. He didn't question you much further, but the rest of the time you were together, you caught him staring at the bouquet that stood in the vase you'd placed them in. His gaze had been wary and apprehensive each time, and you finally told him the truth.
"I want to take you on a date," you said simply.
Luke seemed surprised, which led to a conversation that was perhaps a step below an argument, but only because you calmly listened to Luke and evaded his tactics to push you away with ease.
"I—I don't deserve you," he finally said, but his voice was heavy with emotion, like he desperately didn't want it to be true.
"Who decides what we do and don't deserve, Luke?" you said to him, resting your hand over his and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles gently. To your surprise, he didn't pull away.
"I'm not good enough for you," he amended.
With a close-lipped smile, you leaned over from your spot on his couch and placed your thumb between his brows, smoothing the furrow there. "I think you think you're a worse person than you are."
You kissed his brow, your touch just enough for him to feel your lips brush his skin. When you pulled back, you tapped his nose with your knuckle. "I won't push you, and I won't try to fix you," you said, because the truth was, you didn't believe he needed fixing. But you knew you weren't going to be able to convince him of that. Not now, anyway. "But I will tell you this: you are a remarkable person, and when you're ready, I'd love to love you one day."
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"I'm on my way out, losing the dream. I feel it crash down, down on me. Caught in the madness, holding on me. Is this the way it will always be?"
It took some time, but Luke eventually believed what you did from the day you met him. You were there to see him through the thick of it, holding his hand when he needed you to and giving him space when he asked. He'd gone off to write for a little while, and when he came back, you could practically see the weight lift from his shoulders. It was as if he'd left his biggest demons at the cabin he'd been staying in.
And now he was at his own solo concert performing the songs that held the deepest secrets of his heart. Luke sang each word with passion and pride, the kind that came from knowing that he'd overcome the darkness that had held him for so long. He wasn't drowning anymore, but he sang his songs so that his fans could see that it was possible to be in a dark place and come out of it.
The song faded to its end, and Luke bowed before the crowd as they cheered. He held his hands together in front of his face, the appreciation written in his features abundantly clear. You watched him survey the crowd with so much pride you thought you were going to burst, but you ended up just shedding a couple more tears instead.
While fans were still cheering and his band was playing chords that would lead into the next song, Luke jogged to the side of the stage where you were standing. You hadn't expected him to come over to you, but when you saw his face, you knew what he needed.
Your arms opened for him just in time as he wrapped himself around you. He held onto you tight, his face buried in your hair as he lifted you off the ground. You held on just as fiercely, hoping it would sufficiently express just how much you loved him.
Time stopped as Luke held you in his arms. He had a whole crowd waiting for him to sing the next song, but neither of you seemed worried about getting him back onstage. When he finally set you back down, you kissed his cheek a couple times before kissing him properly, your hands on either side of his face.
"Okay, okay, no more of that," you said, when he kept trying to follow your lips as you pulled away from him, wanting just one more kiss. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. Now go. Everyone's waiting for you."
Luke began to turn like he was going to do just as you said, but before he walked away, he spun on his heel and caught you in one last kiss. Satisfied by your tinged cheeks, he grinned and kissed your cheek. "Mean the world to me, darlin.'"
Hearing him say that made you melt every single time, and he knew that. Shoving his shoulder playfully toward the stage, you said, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Now go be a rockstar, will you? You're keeping everyone waiting. Myself included."
Luke finally turned around for real and did just that.
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Teacher/Professor
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Modern AU
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🧡 paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 53k, WangXian, Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Everyone Is Alive, Modern AU, Dadji, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Brief Alcohol Mention, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Accidentally co-parenting with your son's art teacher, Fatherhood) - wwx is a yuans art teacher who worms his way into lives (and hearts) of the son and the (lonely) father, it's beautiful
Buried Deep by NeverEnoughWangxian (T, 11k, wangxian, modern, Teacher WWX, Professor LWJ, POV LWJ, Pining, Miscommunication, Minor Injuries, Light Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together)
my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, wangxian, modern, Single Parent WWX, kindergarten teacher LWJ, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Pining)
Disaster Dad by Noodle_Oodle (Not Rated, 76k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Dumbass WWX, clueless fools, Dad Life, Toddler Shenanigans, Domestic Fluff, Opposites Attract, Boyfriends)
The ways of the heart aren't the ways of the universe Series by teibait (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School, Professors, Prof!AU, Adopted LSZ, Adopted WN, Married Couple)
B-Side by Suspicious_Popsicle (M, 47k, WangXian, Modern AU)
Work in Tandem by MimiSpearmint (E, 23k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Single Parent LWJ, when you just want disability-led sword lessons for your child, swordflight instructor!wwx, swordflight instructor!lwj, Fluff, give lwj friends agenda, Protective LWJ, Getting Together, Intercrural Sex, Choking, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Implied off-screen D/s negotiations)
They love each other? by teibait (G, 3k, wangxian, modern, highschool au, professors au, adopted LSZ, adopted WN, married couple)
how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 90k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coffee shop AU, NB LSZ, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Genderfluid WWX)
Otherwise Engaged by DecemberCamie (G, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Professors, POV Outsider, Mutual Pining, Accidental Marriage, Getting Together)
A Bunny For Christmas by Sweetlittlevampire (G, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Romance, Getting Together, First Kiss, Single Parent WWX, Kindergarten teacher LWJ, LWJ Loves Rabbits, Rabbits, A-Yuan is adorable, Christmas as a secular holiday, Christmas)
🔒Meet-Tired by SimpleSoupsandAppleTarts (T, 1.4M, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Single parent WWX, Meet-Tired, Fluff, Getting together, Slice of Life) - lwj is a professor in this but i can't remember how signifcant it is
All I Want by Selenay (E, 47k, WangXian, Modern AU, No Powers, Mpreg, Post Holiday Romance, Consequences, Reunions, Idiots in Love, Teacher WWX, Rating earned in later chapters, Handwavey Biology)
🧡 tear out the thread one by one from your skin (’til your bones feel embarrassed by all the attention) by lightningalwaysreturns (E, 40k, WangXian, Modern AU, Holidays, Getting Together, Professors, Pining, Spring, Fluff and Smut, Family, single dad lwj, so many novel refs, Explicit Sexual Content, service top lwj/power bottom wwx vibes)
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Canon era
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A More Practical Approach by Elhana (T, 9k, wangxian, Canon Compliant, Teacher WWX, Humour, POV Multiple, Implied Sexual Content, when you just want to get frisky with your hot husband but your in-laws crave their peace and quiet, huge conflict of interest right there, WWX is resourceful, wuxia magic shenanigans, Post-Canon)
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❤️ Joy In the Midst of These Things Series by Glitterbombshell (T/G, 53k, WangXian, Angst with Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Teacher WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff)
Mark My Place by BenevolentErrancy (T, 27k, WangXian, WWX Protection Squad, Post-Canon, WWX is Loved, Teacher WWX, Fluff, Humor, Junior Trio Dynamics, Self-Esteem Issues, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)
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Since most people here don’t have TikTok (and honestly, I don’t blame them) they haven’t heard all the dps musical snippets, so I figured I’ll transcript them
(None of the songs are in any specific order) (when there are several snippets, they also aren’t in any specific order)
"Another New First Day"
From the lyrics and title, I figured this would be the first song. It’s possible I’m incorrect.
Sang by: all the poets simultaneously (except Todd)
But l'm still hopeful that it might just get better / Some senior fun 'til my acceptance letter / Nothing really grows, despite how I wish it would / I've got friends enough to know this place brings some good / No use combatting destiny, the history that's bound to be / Sit back, settle down, and give in / It's set in stone, you're set for life / This is your life, now live in it / Predictable in its way, you know how it all goes / You'll feel it in your bones / The feeling you can't shake / Everything that you should want is waiting for you at the top / Another fresh start, another pathway, another new year, another first day / Another new first day
“Desk Set”
Sang by: Neil and Todd
Snippet 1:
(Todd) How do l know this is really the truth? My lines get blurred when it comes to you / And I don't wanna play the madman in this mad show made for two
(Neil) I wouldn't hurt you Toddy. I couldn't if l tried / l've never met somebody who makes me feel half as alive as you do / Half as alive as you do / Beyond my mind
(Todd) Outside my head
(Both of them) I've kissed you once lets kiss one thousand times again / One thousand times again.
Snippet 2:
(Neil) I can't make sense of sleep-talk / I can't declutter the strangeness / I'll always be weary of wishing and its dangers / I twist and turn in panic / I think ‘til I come to / I've held it back, but damn it, I'm thinking about you / Clouds pass and bring sunshine through our window / Waking, blinding me, but setting you aglow
(Both of them) I tend to imagine and get lost in that space
(Neil) I can't help but sleeping because I determine my fate / Determine my fate at the sound of turning pages, at the sight of your face / I could spend days in the worlds I create in my head
(Both of them) Let's kiss one thousand times again and again and again and again and again / One thousand times again
"Choking On The Bone"
Sang by: Charlie
Spare me the tough love, this just can't be how the kid grows up / Is this now my epilogue? ls letting go really growing up? / Will growing ever be enough? Or is it worth just giving up? / Head first into the ebb and flow, having no say in how l go / Drowning in the shallow, sucking out the marrow, and choking on the bone
"I Can Hear It Now"
Sang by: Chris and Ginny
(Both of them) There is nothing I can do to make myself feel relevant next to him / 'Cause it's his world and we're all just living in it / My potential can be fatal / It's my living breathing downfall / Haunting moments / Stuck in corners / Keeping me cut from the picture / It's his portrait / It's his moment / And I'm here as a silent accessory
(Ginny) But silence can feel more like death to me. Fade in into the background / The black behind fluorescent lights / There's music ringing through the room, but I’m counting on silence tonight
(Chris) A moment of deep recollection / Make me feel / Make me seen / But this is the way things oughta be, for this is how they’ve always been
(Ginny) There is nothing I can do to make myself feel relevant next to him
(Both of them) Cause it's his world and we’re all just living in it
(Both of them) (in a round) My potential can be fatal / It’s my living breathing downfall / Haunting moments / Stuck in corners / Keeping me cut from the picture
(Both of them) It's his portrait / It's his moment / And I’m here as a silent accessory / But silence can feel more like death to me
"At Your Will / Choking On The Bone"
Sang by: Charlie and Cameron (they both sing at the same time, not after the other)
(Both of them) They throw me into the fire and I don't feel a thing
(Charlie) The blizzard has burnt me more than the flames / They want all of my innocence wapped up like presents / But you can’t cover up neatly what ended in ruins
(Cameron) For the first time, I don't get it / For the first time, I doubt I ever will / For the first time, I’m giving up on getting it / So crucify me at your will
"Father Made It Clear (Reprise)"
Sang by: Neil
Father made it clear / He leaves no room for hoping / I stare out of the window / The ground beneath me frozen / Snow white and pure, the pearly gates of heaven / Maybe I'll arrive to find the curtains open / Or maybe I'll arrive to find out he was right / *pause* / But father made it clear / There's no room for me here
“God Of The Cave”
Sang by: the poets (snippet 1, 2, and 4) + Chris and Ginny (snippet 3 and 4)
Snippet 1:
(Neil, spoken) Alright, alright, quiet, gentlemen. We must behave ourselves in the presence of a guest.
(Pitts, spoken) What guest?
(Neil) Who is this, that enters our sacred ground? / It's a guest, a visitor, and one of great renown! / Do we have any guesses? / C'mon give it a go, champ
(Pitts, spoken) God, Neil, I don't know, it just looks like a lamp.
(Cameron, spoken) That’s ‘cause it is just a lamp.
(Neil) See, that's where you're wrong / Gentleman, friends, men paving the way / There's a divine force here today meet: / the God of the Caaaaave!
(The poets) …
(Neil) God of the Cave, brotherhood incarnate / We follow your lead as as you set the path straight / Get on our knees, bow in faith, light and shade, praising you / God of the Cave
Snippet 2:
(Neil, spoken) Take it away Todd!
(Todd, visibly struggling) …
(Todd, spoken, to Charlie) Will you read it with me?
(Todd) We are dreaming of tomorrow when tomorrow isn't coming / There's today and there's the end / And everything is sudden
(Charlie) And still we sleep
(Charlie) We are dreaming of a glory that we don't really want / We keep it up our sleeves to preserve what we are taught.
(Todd) And still we sleep
(Both of them) We are dreaming of a new day when the new day's here already / Exalt, sob, live, take your time, and keep it steady
(All the poets) And still we sleep
Snippet 3:
(Ginny) I know exactly what I'm grateful for / I'm out on my own / Exploring the outdoors / A girl in the wild, how crazy, how vile! / Nobody by my side to babysit all night / Or compare myself to ‘til my heart's black and blue / Not scared of being in second place
(Chris) Being allowed to take up space
(Both of them) And finding home inside a cave!
(Chris) Being wanted for who I am alone / And for once not only who l know / So thank you again for inviting us / Tonight you've all provided us / A new reason to smile / And all the while / Let's be true to the people we knew we could be
(Ginny) More than a sister / More than a shadow
(Chris) More than a girlfriend / More than a sideshow / So, thank you for today / And, thank you, God of the-
(Simultaneously)
(Ginny) Out on my own
(Knox) Under her spell
(Charlie and Todd) And still we sleep
(Chris) Who l am alone
(Cameron) Use of my skills
(Meeks) No more blues
(Pitts) Living in my prime
(Neil) Paving the way
(All) Caveeeee!
Snippet 4:
(All) God of the Cave / brotherhood incarnate / We follow your lead as you set the path straight / Get on our knees, bow in faith, light and shade, praising you / God of the Cave
(Knox) I think you’ve got the right idea / Praising God for friends / I've got new and old beside me / And truth be told tonight reminds me / How I feel sitting here / Every time one is near / She's smart / She's kind / Funny and stunning / Warm like sunshine / Beautiful inside / And out just as well / One word from her lips / And I’m under her spell / Heat that expels and won't let the cold in—
(Chris, spoken) Well who is it?
(Knox, panicked, spoken) Uh Nolan!
(Chris, spoken) Nolan?
(All) Nolan?!
"Paper Ripping Song"
Sang by: the poets
(Neil) A hum from outside the window / A consistent buzz and pound / Whispers of desire ring low / I feel what I hear in that sound / I wanna be the train in the distance when it races
(Neil and Cameron) I wanna feel the gain as I'm put through the paces
(Neil, Cameron, and Todd) There's a light in the shadows of doubt / Nothing leaves you without a mark / If you haven't grown up by now / You'll be forever, forever in the dark / Who will I be...
(All the poets) Now it's all up to me, and l'm clueless / Been told what to do / But not how to do it
(Background, spoken) Rip, shred, thread!
(All the poets) My life is a maze, I can't cut the corners / Maybe today I might move forward / I'll be what I am, whoever that may be / And when I meet them l'Il see with utmost clarity
“Phone Call From God”
Sang by: Charlie
Snippet 1:
(Mr Nolan, spoken) Whoever the guilty persons are, this is your only chance to avoid expulsion from the academy
*phone rings*
When a phone rings, we're taught it's rude to hold off / So l hear a … and figure it's polite to respond
(Spoken) Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It’s God. She says we should have girls at Welton
I know it might sound crazy, but I know God when I hear her / That voice rings, booms, and stuns. She’s offering us the answer! / She's gifted us advice to repent us from all sin. There's a way to avoid all hell, yes! / lf you let girls into Welton / God herself is begging, pleading with a crackling voice / How are we to see the world if it's only seen by boys?
Snippet 2:
Now I can’t help / That I was born the chosen one / Hand-picked by the father, the holy spirit, and the son / So when they call me a prophet / What can I do but agree? / I guess the blessing of a goddess has forced a spotlight on me / And yes, there's pressure, handling it all on my own
(Ensemble, aka unnamed students) He talks to God!
But I take it in my stride and I take it over the phone
(Ensemble) God has a rotary - it makes sense if you don’t think about it too hard
Are we?
(Ensemble) Yes!
I wasn’t finished yet
(Ensemble) Sorry!
Are we ready to be the reason that God's plan falls through?
(Ensemble) No!
Then what should we do?
(Ensemble) We'll listen to you!
"Party Of Seven"
Sang by: Knox and Chris
*telephone sounds*
(Chris, on the phone, spoken) Hello?
(Knox, nervous) *hangs the phone abruptly*
(Charlie, spoken) What was that pussy-move about, Knoxious?
(Knox, spoken) She's gonna hate me! The Danburry's are gonna hate me! My parents are gonna kill me!
(The poets) …
(Knox, spoken) Alright, jeez. Carpe diem, even if it kills me.
(Chris, spoken) Hello?
(Knox, spoken) Hello, Chris?
(Chris) Yes, who am I speaking with?
(Knox, spoken) Hi! This is Overstreet! Well, no, it's Knox. I mean Overstreet is a part of my name but not all of it. It's Knox Overstreet in full, but I just go by Knox.
(Chris) …
(Knox, in a lower voice, spoken) Hey, it's Knox.
(Chris) Hi, Knox. I'm glad you called.
(Knox) She’s glad I called!
(Chris) I was actually gonna call you about Ginny's party to promote the play / I was hoping I could count on seeing you Friday.
(Knox, accusing, towards Neil, spoken) Ginny's having a party … and she didn't invite Neil … because if she DID he would've told us about it, right?
(Chris, spoken) Well, if you can't come Knox, that's totally okay.
(Knox, spoken) We'll be there!
(Chris, spoken) We'll?
(Knox) Of course! / What kind of party would it be / Without the hell-raisers of the academy? / We are going to that party / We'll do what the cool kids do / Like smoke and drink and talk to you
(Chris, spoken) What?
(Knox) Nothing! / The Dead Poets will be in attendance / That much you can count on / We've been waiting for something like this / Something to…. / Get our groove on
(Chris, spoken) All of you? That is … great!
(Knox) That is great / Just you and me / And six of my closest friends
(Chris) Well, it's this Friday at seven / So I'll see all seven of you then
(Knox) The Danburry's house / Friday at seven / I'll be there / All seven of us will be there
"Puck's Celebration"
Sang by: Neil
Snippet 1:
Years of waiting and pining have finally lead to this feeling / Happiness that's mine to keep / Nobody else I've gotta be
(Spoken) But that shrewd and knavish sprite called Robin Goodfellow. I’m Puck! I'm playing Puck!
(Background, spoken) Puck you!
Just a bed of bliss / Just to lay my head in / Just one thing that's really mine / Just one thing, just one time / God, I’m happy / Really happy / Don't think I’ve felt this kind of happy before now / Not even when I was barely ten, and my dad got me that toy train and / I played with it for days on end / I would sit and play with it / Well, play with it ‘till I broke the back engine / I guess I never did have steady hands / So much for being a surgeon then! / I still loved that train and, yes, I was happy / Happy despite the broken back engine / But this happy is different from back-engine-happy / This time I'm happy and it's just for me / With no despites and no tiny print / No more back-engine happy and no more restrict…ions
Snippet 2:
If father could see me now he'd see this smile on my face / and maybe he'd be proud of the happy boy he raised / I'd hug him and weep and say / "I love you, thank you for seeing me through" / And he'd say, "son, if you're happy, then l am too" / And he'd mean it / Each show I'm in, he'd see it / He'll buy flowers and stand in the aisle / Shouting "that's my boy!" with a genuine smile / I'd jump in his arms, he'd cradle my head, just like I'm a younger child again
“Starlit Smile”
Sang by: Chris
What is it about / His smile, his words, his gift — no, his curse / He beams, he shines / It seems he's mine if I want him to be / So, what's stopping me? / God, what's wrong with me? / But how can I know what's wrong or what's right / If I'm always running without giving a try / To the bright, warm joy of the moonlit boy
“Desk Set (Reprise)”
Sang by: Todd (talking to Neil)
Here, now I find you, abstaining from dejection / But know you don't have to be locked down by perception / The world will seek joy to crash upon, a light to bash until it's gone / But I've seen your unclouded days, your unlighted nights / I'm here for you always / I'm here now by your side, by your side
(Spoken) You’ll be alright
“At Your Will”
Sang by: Cameron
(Cameron’s villain song)
Drag my name through muddy waters / Make my face rough with blood / At least I'll know I took a stand / I followed through a steady plan / I faced it head on like a man / I did it once, l'Il do it again / They kiss the ground of this "great poet" / They sit here and leave me for dead / They weep and sob over teachings / And learn to abandon a friend
(Mr. McAllister, off stage, spoken) Gerard Pitts
My apologies for being neglected, unfair / Make me the enemy / And see if I care / Bully me, silence me, mock and ignore / They tried to brainwash me, but not anymore! / My apologies for winning, living right inside the grey / Success in dignity, morality in vain / For the first time, I don't get it / For the first time, I doubt I ever will / For the first time, l'm giving up on getting it! / So crucify me at your will
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Haven | Francisco “Catfish” Morales x f!reader
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Word Count - 1,201
Genre - Fluff, Thriller
Warnings - Break ins, weapons, injury, mention of smut, no use of y/n
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"Hmmm, what's wrong cariño?" His low voice grumbled out, deep eyes opening. He could hear the terror in your voice.
"I heard something, I think someone's here."
You'd be staying in Frankies house for a few months now, still not establishing what was exactly between you two. Any time you'd spend out with him and the boys you'd always go back home to Frankies, it was like a second home by now.
Delicate snores reverberated across the skin of your neck, Frankies dark course facial hair brushed up against your flesh. His head tucked neatly into your neck from behind. His brazen arms were trapped you firmly against him, his form heavy, signally he was fast asleep.
You loved when he was like this, so soft and loving, it was beginning to become less rare. After a few mojitos with Santi, Benny and will you'd gone back to Fish's. Barely being able to get through the door before his toned arms had curled around you waist and up to the bedroom. The brunette was amazing in bed, that's for sure.
But his lovemaking was also like nothing else you've had before. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. Sometimes sloppy, sometimes purposeful and accurate. But it was always doting, his feverish kisses and romance there from the very first time.
Now you lay in his sheets, your bare forms curled up together. You'd woken in the night, a deep feeling weighing in the bottom of your stomach.
Thump
Your heart jumped in your chest, eyes opening and fully awake. You felt your heart pulsating in your breast bone, painful pendulum crashing forward and back.
"Frankie! Frankie!" You whispered sitting up out of his grasp and shaking him firmly with the hand closest to you. His chocolate curls loose from the confines of his hat.
"Hmmm, what's wrong cariño?" His low voice grumbled out, deep eyes opening. He could hear the terror in your voice.
"I heard something, I think someone's here."
He cut your eye contact as he listened harder waiting for a noise. It was deathly silent, until another clunk was heard. Frankie shot up from the bed, ripping away the covers and shoving his arm underneath the bed to find his gun safe. He smashed in the code, finding the weapon and loading it before holding it down at his side. Your eyebrows sewed together as you watched him move over to your side, pulling on a pair of boxers.
Tears brimmed sorely at your corners, threatening to spill. His eyes were strong, adrenaline pumping through his arteries.
"Stay right fuckin' here." He said firmly in a low voice. Your pulled the sheets over your bare form, shielding you from the breeze that flowed through the winter air.
He bent down to kiss your forehead with a hand gently layed to your cheek. He stepped quietly out the door, closing it til it was almost completely shut but not letting the handle move to make any more noise. The whole house was silent til you heard another crash, then Frankie voice raised in anger.
"Motherfucker!" More crashes. "What the fuck you doin in my house!" You heard the stranger moan out, Frankie must've hit him.
There were more loud noises and you couldn't hear his voice anymore.
What was going on?
Is he hurt?
You couldn't sit still and longer and pulled on one of Frankies skirts, going to investigate. You tiptoed down the steps before nearly coming to the bottom and seeing Frankie straddling the man. Dressed all in black, a single knitted ski mask on the floor beside them.
The man beneath him was beaten badly, his right eye beginning to swell as the blood rushed to it. Frankies head turned 90 degrees when he saw you. You stood onlooking the scene, unable to see a weapon at hand other than Frankies. He must have it under control.
He face flushed with annoyance before he turned back to the intruder.
"Baby, pass me the phone."
111 what's your emergency?
Frankie ordered you upstairs, whilst officers came in escorting the intruder out, hands in cuffs. The mans heavy feet crunched along the floorboards, reaching his bedroom.
"What did he want?" You asked nervously, the breeze scanning over your bare legs.
"Why the fuck you come down here!" He shot back angrily. Anger burning through his widened veins.
“W-What?" You asked nervously.
“I told you to stay there!" He was exasperated and stressed. You only now noticing a small cut along his brow bone, it would stop bleeding soon.
“I thought something happened to you." You mumbled, hands twisting together in an awkward knot.
"It doesn't matter if somin happened to me, if I tell you to stay there, you stay there! Got it?” He seethed out into the air, locking up his weapon before turning to stand in front of you.
"I'm sorry, I was scared." Frankie sighed exasperated, he settled down into calmness.
"I shouldn't have shouted." You still stood there defeated and lost, looking for reconciliation. Frankie noticed straight away. He was good like that.
"C'mere." He said holding his muscles limbs out and you gratefully walked into them, squeezing his middle.
"Don't worry, nothings gonna happen to you baby." You breathed in his scent, your face crushed into his bare shoulder. "Or me." He added at the end. You exhaled out as you stood there in the middle of the room, swaying ever so slightly.
"Who was he?" You quizzed.
"Don't worry about him."
"Tell me, Frankie."
"He was some drug lords sicario, from a raid a few jobs back." You stared back, mouth falling open in shock. Reality of what the guy was after setting in.
You instantly nuzzled into the warmth of his neck, the sparse trimmed hairs of the thinned skin pinned against you. Your arms clutched around his neck, pulling him down into you. Tears dropping from your cheeks. His heavy hands grabbed your ass pulling you as close as possible as you cried into his skin.
"Shhhhh, It's alright." Frankie pulled at your thighs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his tanned waist. He rocked you both side to side, his nose tickling at your ear. "I love you mi amor, don't be scared."
You treasured the second. The loving words spilling from his lips and into the brisk atmosphere. You lifted up your head, slightly looking down upon the male from where you had him in his clutches. Thick branches like a wild oak trapping you around him.
“You do?” You asked, watching as his large cocoa orbs fell to your lips. His dark lashes hitting against his cheeks. His sparkling pupils met yours again, a tiny smile blooming on his lips. He nods firmly.
“Love you too.” You offered, eyebrows raised with the confession.
He laughs softly, like a deep giggle and then folds in. His small pink lips pressing against yours with passion. You let him take the lead, which he always does, moulding your lips to match his before coming back for more. There softer than you first thought before you’d kissed him, a spiced caramel taste laced them.
His tongue swiped your lip, massaging the spot with his tongue, over and over.
Before too long he’d pulled back, pecking you a few times to soothe the chafe.
“Let’s get back into bed.”
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theanimekid · 1 year
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Betrayal/ The Veil of Shadow found the new ruler
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Synopsis: Love is not eternal, betrayal; cuts deeper than a scar. Now you'll be harmed no longer. You'll be loved once more. Embrace destiny, walk the veil, and rule as a Dark Queen.
Warnings: Monster, angst, sci-fi, blood, betrayal, heartbreak, death,
Shadow owes its birth to light- John Gay
“Love isn’t soft like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.” ― Stephen King, The Body
A/n: This will be about two or three chapters long, so grab some coffee, a blanket, and a couple of tissues, make that a couple boxes of tissue
Chapter 1: The Beginning and End
You will never feel pain again. You'll never feel hurt or suffering. You… will never experience betrayal… for now it was the last time… the last straw.
The Strom fumed in spikes of crimson and light-blue lighting. The chaos of thunderstorms rumbled the sky, buildings of merged flesh and bone carved into each like a deathly art, screams were heard for miles, screeching of the bats not living nor dead. As their dark sparks waved into the night. You stood, outside of your castle, watching the depths below, your body shrouded in mystery and despair. Your veil flew with the wind, eyes cold-hearted, broken no more, vengeance craving for suffering. Skin darker than a shade of navy blue. The might of the doors opened slowly, and a black substance moved within. It was quick and swift. Faster than the human eyes can catch.
It soon emerged with its fingertips skimming fingertips. Its purple hood covered its top face. He spoke in a canny yet diabolical fashion. "My Empress... the time has come," It said, As it played with its fingertips rhythmically. You turned to look at your advisor, your eyes sharpened, lowly. " Already?" You asked in a heartache and pitied tone. " I'm afraid yes, a newcomer has been seen in the human world, young and frail as he is, yet more fearful than the rest." The hand movement swayed and urged as his words, Walked away from the highland view. past your blackened throne so lonely and purposeless. Your advisor walked with you down the very, elongated hallway. Your soldiers lined up and bowed to you. "They're the same as always, Urmas."
"They live to benefit you, my beloved empress, as they will always be." He replied in assurance. The two walked for what seemed like a while and reached the end of the hallway. You stopped. Urmas stopped with you. His expression spread with little concern for his queen. " Is there something the matter, my sovereign?" You still stood there staring blankly at the door. " I-I- feel like I've been here before."
Urmas Cleared his throat. " Can you recall, my sovereign?" You shook your head, " I don't know, but yet at the same time, it feels as though." You turned to your advisor, offering your hand to him. Urmas instantly clutched it and held it to his hand. You beamed maliciously, teeth in all, "let's go raise bloodstained nightmare on humanity and make a world for my own." He smiled back." As you wish, my sovereign." The doors opened to a giant glass sphere, spiraling out of different stirs and harmonies. The two of you walked hand in hand. As you got closer to your glass sphere, lightly grazing the outer layer. Urmas walked on the other side of the figure.
The sphere's outer layer moved fluidly, liquifying. Your hand sunk into the glass sphere. Your eyes dilated, turning into a purplish pink. Your vision became severed as you gaze upon the human world into the brightness of the city. Your eyes searched and looked unnoticed. Til you found a little boy with glasses wandering down a dark alley. Frightened and alone, tight where you wanted him. 
You planted his fear into his mind, it took only mere moments before he was nothing more than paste. And a small portal of flesh emerged from the brick wall, pulsating quietly like a heartbeat for an ear to listen. His body remained dismembered and fractured. His eyes plucked out of their sockets. Your eyes blurred again, returning to normalcy. With a sigh of satisfaction, you removed your hand from the sphere. Urmas clapped his hands in applause. " Another astounding work my sovereign," He feted. You walked away from the sphere and headed towards the door. You tumbled to the floor, holding both sides of your head, Your head began to hurt. Screaming in pain as your advisor tried to assist you. Your vision contradicted with light, a picnic on the hill, a man standing next to you with a loving gaze, his hand reaching out to you, calling to you…
You gasped as you raised your head. Your body trembling, your advisor slowly got you back on your feet. "My empress, are you all right?" He questioned. You sighed, bobbing your head left and right. " I-I'm fine... I just, need to rest my eyes." 
*Back on Earth*
One of his shadow soldiers, sat on top of a nearby building, looking down upon its people and others. The shadow sighed in questionable purpose. It's been the fifth time this past year. The visions He saw, his queen in danger, screaming and sobbing for help, it's like an unending loop. Constantly, she was reaching out to him, calling to him...
His master emerged from the wall, Beru and Igris followed soon after, and his black coast got longer and ragged. He stopped at the edge. Sung turned his gaze toward his summon. " Is there a reason why you're not doing your patrol?" The soldier got up and kneeled before his master. " Forgive me, my king... but it feels like something has been bothering me." He didn't even bother looking upon his master. Thinking he will not believe him." And what has been bothering you?" Sung asked. He collected himself and explained clearly and carefully, not to anger him, " Lately, since the past year, I have been seeing visions... visions that I wish I could ignore, but it just couldn't." Sung knelt to his soldier's eyes. " Look at me, and tell me what you saw." The shadow soldier took a deep breath and looked dead into his king's eyes. " I saw... a woman in white, she was surrounded by black waters, she was slowly drowning, but no end. I was going to save her, but she started to cry, sobbing, calling out your name, and others. She turned to look at me, her face was recognizable... my king... I believe... that our queen is alive and needs your help."
Sung's eyes slowly widened, and he can feel his heart wailing out of his chest. She can't be... he watched her... if she is then why...
Beru and Igris can feel the energy around him growing. With his body trembling, he gripped his soldier's shoulders. " Are you... you 100 certain that's..." He nodded in response. Sung can feel his whole world collapse around him. You were alive, alive and alone, scared. " Did you anything else from your visions? Or where she could be? Did she tell you where to find her?" He started asking a million questions. But his soldier only gave him one and a solution. " She said to locate the portal where no man or light can find. The opposite of all worlds... Find the seer. And that's all I can remember." 
The search for the seer begins.
Part 2 in the making👍
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FROM MY LIST
SO YUP FINALLY DOING IT
there needs to be more fluffy content for her x male reader. RIGHT NOW. :) enjoy ♥︎
OKK SO
why i gotta start like that every time🧍‍♀️
NAMI WORKS U TO THE BONE
less then other men tho
she cares about u obviously
but ur still her man!!
so you steal still gotta do stuff for her<3
even more so really
bc like
YOUR HER MAN
of course you have to carry her bags, watch her fashion shows, bring her drinks, take her out expensive places, help her pick the outfit of the day, wrestle the boys not to bother her, carry her, protect her from too strong of foes and be forced to wear girly stuff for her own amusement?? wym?? your her boyfriend!
yup and i mean it, you gotta do all that
if you can’t carry all her bags and buy all her stuff how else will it get done??
and you better have money too
i assume you do since she wouldn’t GET with a broke man…
i mean unless you really charmed her
its too high of a priority for her to over look unless you have a golden personality or something
dw about it tho either way she loves you and money<3
and yes you do have to sit there and watch all her fashion shows til the end
and you BETTER give good replies too
i’m talking you gotta be the boyfriend who turns into her best friend for a hot sec to hype her up 🤪
”you go girl”
”omg your that girl frfr”
”that outfit ate DOWN.”
LOLOL it’s fun for both of you
unless your like strictly masculine or smth
then u might be more annoyed
but the combo of you loving your girlfriend and her being really good at persuading people leads to you doing it anyway
honestly for bringing her drinks and food
sanji usually makes it
he tells you to give credits but you don’t
especially if you can cook yourself
sanji insists he should do it since he’s the official cook
but sometimes you do it anyway
so it can come straight from the heart yk?
you and sanji may or may not beef
if you have no problem with him then it’s prob one sided on his side
definitely mad you bagged nami before he did
or any woman for that matter
but anyway
you mostly bring her refreshments and food when she’s working on her maps :)
btw it takes like 80 minutes to pick out the outfit of the day
she gets you up early so you can help her
that way by the time everyone else is up it seems like she whips up really good outfits just like that
when in actuality
“ok this one or this one?”
”uhh that one..?”
“NO WRONG ANSWER”
💥
nah i’m playing she doesn’t hit you
(yes she does but it’s lovingly)
[no it’s not but she doesn’t do it as often to you as she does the other guys]
anyway again..
yeah there’s such thing as a wrong answer
”why’d you ask me if you already had one in mind??”
“you were supposed to agree with me!”
”how was i supposed to know which one to pick??”
😡
as far as tackling the rest of the boys
”honey~ handle my light weight”
the way i wrote it made it seem lighthearted but the glint in her yes tells you—you better do it
annddd you do!
you fling luffy outside, he lands onto usopp who starts playing with him
you drag (snoring) zoro out onto the deck to sleep
you remind franky about the project he was working on
you tell brook to go play some music for luffy and usopp
you ask chopper some doctor sounding question which gives him a new idea to try out and he rushes off
robin is being quiet already<3
and sanji’s just cooking dinner:)
so now, problem solved, nami can have some peace and quiet
yippie!! mission accomplished!
now there’s not gonna be a expensive place on every island but if there is you can bet your beli she’s making you take her there
and she’s blowing off all your money
at the least it’s just you two tho
you somehow shake the rest of the crew to get some alone time
the date turns out to be really romantic and sweet so you enjoy it even if your pockets hurt
y’all def steal stuff from the restaurant
you don’t have her swiping habit but the silverware was real gold and oh boy did the opportunity of money sound sweet like honey 😋
carrying her is self explanatory
she just wants to be treated with grace and care
likes he’s delicate and beautiful the way she is
which she is
so you do:)
you carry her all types of ways but never roughly or 💥💥
mostly bridal style
cuz duh it’s romantic
you’ve even kissed her like that quite a few times
random but she likes to watch the sunset with you
btw you definitely kicked some fish butt if you joined early enough
even if you only had a crush on her back then
you fo’ sure weren’t gon let that slide 🤨🤨
what arlong thought this was⁉️🗣
not on your watch‼️
i hope your strong cuz even if your not you gonna become her shield or smth cuzzz..
YOUR HER BOYFRIEND
YOU GOTS TO PROTECT HER NOW
WHICH MEANS YOU TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM FOOL!!
if your strong and have muscles she prob secretly or not so secretly admires them
and yes my mans, as the last topic you will wear makeup and girly hairstyles
especially if you have long hair—then she def wants to play in it
there’s no saying no either
i don’t know what to tell you if you don’t like it my brother
have fun 🤷‍♀️
LOL i love these they were so fun n silly 🤪
enjoy male readers!! come eat good!!
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