#while he and everyone got everything ready

[jeonginslut]

┊NOW OUT. two boyfriends dress them up like twins. (psh x afab!reader x kjw)

┊synopsis. youre the head basketball cheerleader at your university and just so happen to be hooking up with the captain of the basketball team, yang jungwon. you may also be hooking up with the co-captain and jungwon’s best friend, sunghoon. what’s the worst that could happen?

┊WORD COUNT. 7.6k

┊WARNING. MINORS DNI. 18+. smut.. porn little plot. reader is messy as fuck. jungwon is also messy. isa is mentioned just for some plot building. p in v, squirting, protected sex (yay), unprotected sex (not yay), face fucking, swallowing, fingering (f. rec) , oral (f&m rec.), threesome, cumming inside, sorta some angst. i think that’s everything!

┊authors note. WOWWW after 5 months, i finally finished and posted this! i’m so sorry for such a delay on this, but i wanted to make sure i put my best into it! i will be working on the next installment of this fic soon! it will definitely not take me five months to post! should i do it in chronological order or who would you guys like to read about next? it’s been a long time since i’ve written a smut fic, so hopefully this is up to your standards! likes & reblogs are appreciated! my asks are also open so please send me some! thank you!!!

┊taglist! @strawberrywonz @denleave1088 @sunjaywoning @having-an-internal-crisis-rn @sjakewrld @lovewonkiki @rikisly @forrds

You loved game days. You loved how everyone would buzz with excitement, how you got to dress up, how many eyes would be on you. Everyone knew who they came to watch, and it wasn’t the basketball team.

Even the team knew it, their eyes lingering a moment too long instead of focusing on the court.

Especially when the captain, Jungwon, would noticeably bite his lip and miss the basketball flying at his head. That was a moment for the books, especially because it was his co-captain Sunghoon. You basked in the attention.

You giggled to yourself at the memory as you adjusted your red bow to sit comfortable at the top of your head.

As you were about to apply your lip gloss, your phone buzzed once, then twice, then three times. You were going to yell at your phone in annoyance, but quickly changed your demeanor when you saw who it was.

wonnie 🎀: hey pretty girl

wonnie 🎀: will i be seeing you tonight?

wonnie 🎀: you ditched me after the last game, i think you should make it up to me?

Instead of replying, you left him on seen. He thinks you owe him because you “ditched” him?

Jungwon is many things, but he is not a fool. He knew that you didn’t ditch him, you just weren’t going to wait around while he felt up one of the other cheerleaders.

So if he considers you ignoring his phone calls and texts asking where you are, or “please pick up angel” ditching him, sure.

You weren’t making it up to him though, that’s for damn sure. However, you’re sure it would be fun to fuck with his head.

y/n 🌷: okay :).

y/n 🌷: i’ll see you after the game.

Your message was almost read immediately, but you quickly closed out of it, not wanting to give him any satisfaction of you waiting for a reply.

Instead, you clicked out of his name, muted his messages, and scrolled to the one you really wanted to see tonight.

y/n: are you busy after the game?

Within seconds, a reply came through.

BEST DICK EVER: for you? never.

y/n: perfect <3. meet at my place?

🤍

The moment the game was over, you felt relief take over your entire body. It was a rough game, and unfortunately your team lost by a plethora of points.

They looked sad, and as hard as you tried to keep cheering them on, even your spirits were slightly crushed.

So as soon as the final buzzer rang and the players went back to their respective locker rooms, you booked it to the parking lot.

There was only so much time you had to get ready, and you couldn’t waste even a moment. Your teammates noticed your quick exit, but decided not to comment on it, towards you at least.

You would have to send out a group message later to explain yourself later, but for now, your mind was set on getting ready for your company.

The first call came in as you were turning into your apartment building, and you decided to let it ring. Maybe Jungwon would think you fell asleep, but you both knew better than that.

The second call came in as you unlocked your door, and this time you decided to answer.

“What?” You asked in an annoyed tone, “I didn’t answer for a reason.”

“Where are you?” Jungwon replied in an even more annoyed tone, “I don’t see you.”

“Because I’m not there,” You threw your keys onto the table and removed your white tennis shoes before walking towards your bedroom, “I have plans.”

“Yeah, I know,” He bit back, “With me.”

“Oh no,”

“What?”

You tried to stifle your laugh at his reaction, “Oh, so you weren’t too busy feeling up Isa to notice that I left?”

Jungwon groaned into the phone, “Get over that y/n, it’s not like we exclusively fuck.”

“Last time I checked, you were begging to see me after that game, begging me to let you hit because you, in your words, couldn’t wait to feel how tight I am around you, couldn’t wait to make me come undone your fingers because I looked so hot cheering for you,” You spat back, “I don’t remember you telling me you meant to send that to her.”

“She approached me, and plus, I tried to call you later that night,”

“I don’t want her sloppy seconds,” You cut him off, “So let’s try this again next week.”

You hung up the phone and threw it on your bed, anger boiling inside, who the fuck did Jungwon think he was? You are nobody’s second option.

Instead of dwelling on Jungwon, you carefully removed your cheer uniform, hanging it up in the closet and removing the bow from your head.

You could not wait to get the tight ponytail out and let your curls breathe before they get ruined in other ways.

Ping!

Again, your phone went off, and you knew it wasn’t Jungwon, he was still muted from earlier. A small smile plastered on your face, and quickly dropped because you were not ready.

You stood in nothing but the team branded sports bra and your safety shorts, but fuck, it didn’t matter. It’s not like they would be on for too long anyway.

BEST DICK EVER: i’m here angel

Quickly, you went to open the door and practically swung it open.

There stood none other than Park Sunghoon. His dark hair was damp from the shower he must’ve taken at the facility, and there was an unreadable glint in his eyes.

“Well, are you going to invite me in or just stare at my arms?”

You scoffed, “Was not.”

You shifted to the left to let him in, eyes lingering on how defined his chest and arms look in that confining white tee.

“Maybe a little,” You admit as he takes his shoes off and makes his way to your couch, “Or a lot.”

Sunghoon took his place on the couch, looking at you expectantly as you made your way to stand between his legs.

“Missed you,” His hands came up to hold your hips, “You did great tonight.”

“Did great or looked great?”

A laugh escaped his lips and his thumb began stroking your hip bone, “Can’t it be both?”

You closed your eyes, basking in his touch for a moment before he pulled you down to straddle his thighs, “You did great tonight too, Hoon. You always do.”

He stared at your features, taking you in as you looked at, biting your lip ever so slightly.

“So,” He broke the silence, hand traveling to the small of your back, “Are you going to let me eat it?”

You hummed in thought, “Maybe,” Your hands went up to his shoulders, fingers gracefully skimming over his silver chain, “Only if you let me wear this.”

He cocked his eyebrow, intrigued nonetheless, “You wear all of your sneaky links chains?”

“Maybe,” You shrugged, “But that doesn’t matter, I wanna wear yours.”

“What my pretty girl wants, Sunghoon removed his hands from your thighs to unclasp his necklace, “She gets.”

Sunghoon brought it around your neck, watching it lay between your tits, “And damn do you look good in Tiffany.”

Your face flushed, at a loss for words as Sunghoon moved you to lay back on the couch and he was now sitting between your legs, “You look so pretty wearing my chain, I bet you look even better wearing just that .”

His hands moved up to your sports bra, fingers dancing over your nipples before sliding them under the hem.

The contract made you gasp, his lithe fingers were cold against your nipples. Sunghoon pushed your bra up until your tits were on full display, bringing one of your nipples to your mouth.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, small moans leaving your mouth at the contact.

Sunghoon began to kiss down your stomach, hands still rolling your nipples around in his nimble fingers. Once he reached your safety shorts, he looked up at you with a lustful look.

He took the thin fabric between his teeth, pulling it down slowly, exposing your glistening cunt to his hungry eyes. His fingers hooking underneath the fabric to pull them down your legs.

Sunghoon stared at you, his hand caressing your right thigh as he lifted your left thigh to rest on his shoulder.

“I fucking love this cunt,” His sweet tone dripped like honey, “You get so wet for me so easily baby, I’ve never seen such a more perfect cunt.”

You let out a sigh, unsure what to say, but you didn’t have to say anything. Sunghoon used two fingers to spread you before laying his tongue flat against your core.

His free hand held your leg in place as he started kitten licking at your clit. Your hands came to grip his hair, tugging at it gently.

“Hoon,” You whimper as he flickers his tongue against your clit, “Feels good.”

He grinned up at you, pushing two fingers into your cunt as he continued swirling his tongue around your clit. Sunghoon’s fingers were going at a brutal pace, causing broken moans to leave your lips and legs shake underneath his grip.

“Hoon, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that," Your grip tightening on his hair.

"Make a mess all over my face, baby." Sunghoon said, not slowing the pace of his fingers, "Show me how good I make you feel."

With Sunghoon's praise, you let the knot in your stomach finally let go. Your orgasm hit you harshly and all you could do was moan Sunghoon's name and rut your hips against his lips.

His tongue or fingers didn't stop, lapping up the mess from your orgasm. The overstimulation felt too good, and you could feel your hips chasing after his fingers.

Sunghoon pulled his fingers and sat up, looking down at you.

And what a site to behold.

His hair was disheveled from your pulling and lips were shining with your wetness.

“You think I’d let you cum again on just my fingers?” He asked, hands trailing up to pinch your nipples, “Baby, I’m not done with you quite yet.”

Sunghoon brought his hands to your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. He forced your hips up, “Come on baby, arch for me.”

You complied, sitting up on your knees and leaning forward. All of your weight was on your palms, and arched your back the way Sunghoon wanted. You could hear rustling behind you before his hand came back to hold your hip.

“Think you can handle it?” He leaned down, his bare chest pressed against your back.

A scoff left your lips, “More than capable, but do you think you can handle this?”

“Mm, I don’t know” Sunghoon whispered, kissing down your back before pushing into you, “Definitely the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

You pushed your hips back against him, moaning at the stretch of his cock, “Definitely the best dick I’ve ever had.”

Sunghoon gave you a moment to adjust before fucking you back onto his cock at a fast pace. You tried to keep yourself up, but fell to your elbows and face smushed into the cushion below you.

One of Sunghoon’s hands snuck underneath your stomach and began rubbing figure eights into your clit, causing a borderline scream to escape your lips. He laughed at your reaction, letting up on you ever so slightly.

“God y/n,” He groaned, “I’ve never seen somebody go crazy for my dick like this before, must’ve really missed it.”

Sunghoon pushed your back down into a deeper arch, groaning when you clenched around him, “Fuck baby, you gonna squirt on this cock?”

The pleasure was too overbearing to the point only broken moans could leave your lips, the familiar knot in your abdomen was forming once again. Sunghoon’s brutal pace only quicked, causing a silent scream to escape from your mouth as you let your orgasm take over once again.

Sunghoon slipped out of you, slapping his tip against your sensitive folds as he looked at the mess between your thighs, “What a messy baby, squirting all over my dick like that.”

You could barely hold yourself up, trying to compose yourself as you came down from your high.

“You didn’t cum yet,” You breathed out, turning yourself to lay on your back, “And I wanna feel it.”

Sunghoon smirked at you, leaning down to kiss you as he slid himself back into your cunt, “Anything my pretty girl wants.”

You were busy sucking a hickey underneath his jawline as he fucked into you slowly, groaning into your ear.

“You’re the best fuck ever,” Sunghoon whispered, hips stuttering as he approached his own orgasm, “Nobody takes me as well as you do.”

A laugh escaped you, hands playing with his hair as you continued leaving small hickies down his neck, “Have fun explaining these to your other bitches.”

“You’re the only person I fuck, y/n,” He rolled his eyes, pulling out of you.

“Oh.” Is all you said, sitting up as you searched for your safety shorts, pulling them back over your hips.

Sunghoon threw his clothes back on lazily, stretching as he stood up, “Well, have a goodnight.”

“You aren’t gonna stay?”

He laughed as he kissed the top of your forehead, “Do I ever stay?”

Sunghoon gently kissed your lips before opening the door, “Call me?”

“What about your chain?”

“I’ll get it next time.”

🩵

“Who’s chain is that?” Jungwon asked, stopping in front of you with an accusing look, “That’s new.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him, “It’s nobody’s, and like you said, it’s new.”

Jungwon stared at you, looking for any reason to accuse you of lying, “Are you still mad at me?”

The truth was, not really. You kind of forgot about Jungwon and Isa for the last few days, thanks to Sunghoon. He really knew how to make you forget things. Must be his dick.

“Nah,” You shrugged, “Don’t care. If you don’t mind though, I have practice.”

This time, Jungwon scoffed, “I know, we practice at the same time.”

You laughed at him, turning away and letting your hair hit him in the face, “If you are sorry, well, prove it.”

“See you after practice?”

Bingo! You thought to yourself, sparing him one more glance, “Sure.”

Jungwon watched as you walked away, noticing how good your ass looked in those shorts and how easily your hips swayed.

“Whatcha starin at?” Somebody asked from behind Jungwon, making him jump.

He sighed in relief when he saw that it was just Sunghoon, “Oh, nothing.”

Sunghoon’s eyes caught you just before you turned the corner, “Ah, nothing.”

Jungwon paused for a moment, eyes catching something he hadn't noticed until just now, “What happened to your necklace? The one you swore you wouldn’t take off even when you reached the pearly gates?”

“Oh,” Sunghoon said casually, “Needed to be cleaned, supposed to get it back soon.”

“Right,” Jungwon replied, “Let’s get to practice. I have plans.”

🩵

Jungwon met you at your apartment, waiting for you to open the door at any moment. He regretted wearing a sleeveless top in the nippy weather, but he knew that his arms made you go insane.

Finally, when you did open the door, Jungwon felt his slight annoyance melt away with how dolled up you were.

You wore a purple knitted headband, curls pushed back and spilling over your shoulders. You wore clear coated lip gloss and shimmering silver eyeshadow, matching your jewelry. Jungwon noticed something significant already missing.

“Took your new chain off, huh?” He asked, waiting for you to step to the side, “Guess you didn’t like it that much.”

“Guess not,” You rolled your eyes, moving to let him in, tightening your robe around you, “Sorry for the wait, I had to get ready.”

Jungwon winked at you, shutting the door as he followed you to your bedroom, “All dolled up for me, darling?”

“For myself,” You corrected, holding a candle in your palm and you lit it, “But I guess for you as well.”

He waited for you to come to him, leaning back on his arms as he watched you move, “You know, y/n, with you ditching me, I was wondering if there was somebody else who took my place.”

A cackle escaped your lips as you looked at him with a challenging look, “Took your place? Oh, I guess you noticed after you were done fucking my teammate when you know, you should’ve been in my bed.”

“One, I didn’t hook up with Isa,” Jungwon stated, “Just some heavy petting, and two, you know you’re the only girl I take seriously.”

“Grow up Jungwon, even you know that isn't true,” You stalked closer to him, “Because I don’t take you seriously.”

“Aw, you don’t?” He asked, sitting up and leaning towards you, “Such a shame, I would love to be your favorite on the roster.”

You met him halfway, “There is no roster. I thought you came to fuck, not try convince me you want to take me out or some shit.”

“I do wanna take you out, pretty girl,” Jungwon whispered, thumb grazing over your cheekbone, “And ruin everybody’s day.”

Jungwon laughed loudly as you pushed him back, slowly moving to straddle him, “You don’t think that would be fun?”

“Nope,’ You emphasized, coming nose to nose with him, “You’re just a sneaky link.”

A playful pout appeared on Jungwon’s face, “Aw man, if I knew that, I wouldn’t have let you borrow my necklace that I never got back, I might add.”

“Get it before you leave.” Is all you said before connecting your lips with his.

The two of you softly kiss for a while, Jungwon running his hands up and down your smooth thighs, squeezing them periodically.

Jungwon pushed his hips up into you eliciting a quiet moan from your plush lips. His hands move up to your hips, pushing them down as he rolls his up.

“Wonnie,” You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt him harden underneath you, “Missed me bad, huh?”

Jungwon smirked up at you, his thumbs teasing at the waistband of your shorts, “The way you’re rubbing yourself on me, I think you missed me bad.”

You rolled your eyes as you removed yourself off his lap, Jungwon immediately sitting himself up on his elbows with a pout, “What are you doing?”

“I think you’re the one who missed me badly,” Was all you said before dropping to your knees and in between his legs, playing with the drawstrings of his joggers, “Take these off,”

Jungwon looked down at you, lifting his hips up to pull them down, kicking them off next to you. His thumb played with your bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth and smiling when you automatically started to suck.

“Such a good girl,” He cooed, pulling his thumb out and replacing it with the tip of his cock, “So me how good you can make me feel.”

Like second nature, you stuck your tongue out and Jungwon slapped his cock against it, forcing a moan out of you. Slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning at the warmth.

His hand came behind you, putting your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he pushed you down on his length, making you gag.

Your hands gripped his thighs, hands digging in as he began to fuck your mouth, letting out soft moans around him.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” Jungwon moaned out, tugging on your hair a bit tighter, “Fuck.”

All you could do was moan, bringing a hand to wrap around the base of his cock, eliciting a string of moans from Jungwon.

Jungwon’s thrusts got sloppy, and you knew he was getting close to his orgasam. His hips stuttered as you squeezed the base of his cock and sucked harshly on the tip.

Jungwon’s hand pushed you as far down on his cock as he could, his cum spilling down your throat as he let out a loud whine.

That was new.

You waited a few more moments before pulling off his cock, looking up at him.

What a sight to behold, your eyes were watering and your shimmering eyeshadow was running down your cheeks. Jungwon was pretty damn sure that your lip gloss was on the base of his dick, but who’s paying attention to details.

His hand stroked your hair, adjusting your headband before pulling you back onto the bed.

“Still doing okay?” Jungwon asked, looking down at you and rubbing your thigh gently.

You gave him an enthusiastic nod, lifting your hips as he pulled down your shorts and panties.

Jungwon ran two figures between your folds, biting his lip as he looked at the wetness that coated them, “So wet just from sucking dick, huh.”

“Stop,” You covered your face in embarrassment, because Jungwon knew you like the back of his hand, unfortunately.

“I like it,” He cooed, rubbing your clit and taking in your moans, “Glad to know I make you this wet, only I can make you this wet, huh?”

That wasn’t entirely true. . . but it’s not like Jungwon knew about the other people you see in explicit detail, and it’s also not like he tells you about his other endeavors.

“Just you, Wonnie.” You moaned out, hand wrapping around his wrist as he continued rubbing your clit.

He leaned down to kiss you harshly, slipping two fingers into your cunt and causing you to cry out.

Jungwon fucked his fingers in and out of you as he sucked hickeys into your neck, it completely slipping your mind what he was doing.

One of your hands was tangled in his hair, tugging on it while the other hand was wrapped around Jungwon’s cock.

He was particularly whiny, which is new, Jungwon doesn’t typically whine despite you telling him how hot it was to hear.

“Won,” You moaned as he continued sucking on your neck, “Fuck me already, please.”

“Condom?”

“In the usual spot.”

Jungwon pulled himself away from you, leaning over and opening the drawer. He rummaged around before pulling the foiled package out and slipping the condom on.

“Ready?”

You nodded, moaning at the stretch as Jungwon pushed into your cunt slowly.

Jungwon waited a few moments to let you adjust before slowly moving his hips, “Fuck, your cunt feels so good around me.”

His pace began to pick up, causing you to dig your nails into the back of his t-shirt and moaning against his neck.

There wasn’t much to think about except how good Jungwon fucked you, and your mouth couldn’t fix itself to say much besides his name.

You lifted your hips to meet his own, causing his cock to hit your sweet spot and have you seeing stars.

Broken moans and the slapping of skin were the only noises that filled the room, your hands moved all over Jungwon’s back.

Jungwon was getting close, the way his hips stuttered and his eyes squeezed tight.

“Close so soon?” You tried to tease, but immediately regretted it when Jungwon thrusted particularly hard into you, “Let me finish on top.”

He shook his head, “No baby, have to make up for making you upset. Let me do the work, you just lay here like the good girl you are.”

With words like that, how could you resist being a pillow princess right now? Jungwon wrapped your leg around his waist, moving his hand to rub your clit as he fucked into you with more passion.

“Your cunt feels so good, y/n,” He moaned into your ear, “Nobody could take my cock the way you do.”

Instead of coming up with a reply to Jungwon, you just grinded back onto his hips, helping yourself reach your own orgasm.

“Won,” You whimpered as he continued rubbing your clit in figure eights, “‘M so close.”

“Finish baby,” Jungwon kissed down your neck, “Cum on this dick, make it yours.”

You arched your back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm hit you, clenching down on Jungwon which pushed him over the edge, spilling into the condom.

Jungwon rested on his elbows as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of how fucked out you were, “Your pussy is for sure the best I’ve ever had.”

“That’s quite a compliment considering how many girls ran through you,” You teased, kissing his forehead, “But get off, you’re heavy.”

He winced as he pulled out, standing up to dispose of the condom before coming back to you.

By time he reached the room, you already cleaned up and scrolling on your phone, “Didn’t even let me clean you up.”

You just hummed in response, “Are you staying or going?”

He scoffed, pulling his joggers back on and fixing his shirt, “As if you ever let me stay, plus, I’m seeing somebody else after this.”

What an ass, you thought, rolling your eyes before turning back onto your side.

“Whatever, grab your necklace before you go.”

Jungwon visibly frowned at your nonchalant behavior, but turned to your dresser to retrieve his prized necklace.

His fingers danced over the cherry-wood box, opening the side where you normally keep your necklaces. He ran his index finger over the necklaces, stopping on a familiar one.

His eyes must be fucking with him, they had to be.

There is absolutely no way he is touching a necklace that has PSH on the clasp. A necklace that he knew was one of a kind. One that he never saw the true owner without.

“Holy shit,” He whispered, grabbing his necklace and slamming the door shut a bit too hard, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

You were too engrossed in your phone to notice, were you texting Sunghoon?

“Bye.” Jungwon bit out, trying to subside his anger as you bid your farewells.

This was fucking great.

🩵

You haven’t heard from Sunghoon or Jungwon in about a week and a half. It was quite odd seeing that Sunghoon always texted back, and Jungwon reached out first.

Every time you tried to catch their eyes at practice, they would revert on their own and focus on whatever they were doing more intensely.

Jungwon always acted like that though, and he was the one who went to see Isa after he was with you, so you’re not sure why he was upset.

Sunghoon said you were the only one he was seeing, and he always wanted to see you when your schedule allowed for it.

Did they figure out that you were– No that is impossible. There is no way they would have reason to even talk about you. Sunghoon maybe, but Jungwon? Absolutely not.

Even then, Jungwon is not the type to keep quiet about something like that.

This bothered you, but what could you do when they avoided you like the plague?

Nothing, the best thing would be to act nonchalant to see who cracks first.

And that’s what you would do.

Game on.

🩵

It was Friday night, which meant it was game night. Playoffs were tonight, and you needed to make sure you looked and did your best tonight.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, admiring the work you did. There is no way that those two can resist you tonight. From the shimmering eyeshadow to your glossy lips to the two necklaces that adorned your neck, your plan was now in motion.

The hard part would be to not look at them if they looked at you, probably harder than you imagine it to be because you face the court all night.

When the game started, you stood in front of the locker room that the team comes out of, holding your hands together as you anticipated their arrival.

As soon as you saw the doors move ever so lightly, you began your call off to the other girls that it was time.

The anger, annoyance, and the small sliver of excitement rippled through you as you stomped and shaked while the basketball team ran out on the court.

Of course, Sunghoon and Jungwon would be last to come out of the locker room, so you tried your hardest to keep your eyes forward, staring at your teammate across from you.

However, your facade almost slipped when Sunghoon glanced your way for just a second, eyeing you as you cheered for him.

You almost stumbled over yourself trying to get back to the stands after that, wanting to quickly shake such an interaction from your mind.

It was going to be a long night.

And it was a long night indeed. You had no idea that the team your school was playing had such good skill. Maybe it’s time to return back to your MaxPrep days after this.

There were a few fleeting moments of Sunghoon and Jungwon looking at you, but you only watched them out of your peripheral vision, not letting either of them have the satisfaction of you looking their way.

Instead, you would send flirty looks to another player, Jay? You think that was his name. Who cares? He was hot, plus you just wanted Jungwon and Sunghoon to give you attention.

For the remainder of the game, you focused on leading your team and hoping the two noticed you ignoring them, rather focusing on their blonde teammate.

The buzzer rang indicating that the game was over, and unlike last week, your team won by a plethora of points.

Winning this game meant your team was heading for playoffs, quite a comeback from the insane loss of last week.

You were sure the basketball team and by extension, the cheerleading team, would be out celebrating together.

Was Sunghoon or Jungwon going to be there? Shit, who cares. Maybe Jay will.

If either of them won’t give you attention, their teammate definitely will.

“y/n,” One of your teammates, Isa, came up to you as you were grabbing your cheer bag from underneath the bleachers, “Are you coming to NV?”

You shrugged, “Depends on who’s going.”

“All of the basketball team,” She purred, twirling hair around one of her manicured fingers, “Jungwon asked me to invite the girls.

Dickhead. You thought, but let the smile remain on your lips, “Sure. When are we going?”

“Now.”

“In our uniforms?” You asked, “Kind of tacky.”

Isa’s smile seemed a bit too sweet, “Well, we figured we would win, so we talked about it earlier this week. Everybody brought something to change into.”

“Must’ve missed that memo,” You rolled your eyes, knowing that it must’ve been somewhat purposeful that nobody told you, “But luckily, I have clothes in my car.”

Thank God you never cleaned your car out from that one time Sunghoon fucked you in the backseat.

“See you there,” Isa sang as you sauntered off to your vehicle.

You hummed to yourself as you threw your duffle into your trunk, not noticing the tall figure standing next to you.

A yelp left you when you did take notice, and it was none other than Park Sunghoon. He was wearing a simple white button down and jeans.

He looked good, but you didn’t want to show any interest in him, not right now anyway.

“Do you have my necklace by any chance?” He asked, eyes looking everywhere but your face, clearly nervous.

You scoffed, pulling it from underneath your cropped turtleneck, quickly unclasping it and practically throwing it at him.

He caught it, but he still stood there, “You’re not going to speak to me?”

Turning towards him, your eyebrows furrowed and stepped closer, “Just returning the fucking favor, Sunghoon.”

Now he had the audacity to roll his eyes, “Well, given what I know, it was warranted.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You threw your arms up, “Was I supposed to just text you and beg for your attention?”

“Clearly that wasn’t needed, seeing how you were eye fucking Jay,” He spat, “Who’s next? My roommate Heeseung? My fraternity brother Jake? God already knows you conquested Jungwon.”

You took a step back, trying to mask your horror of him knowing this, “Don't threaten me with a good time. I’ll make sure they leave a Google review too. You’re not my boyfriend, Sunghoon. What do you care who I fuck?”

Sunghoon’s face had a flash of hurt, “I know I’m not, y/n. But Jungwon is my friend, and you should’ve told me. I don’t know why you didn’t.”

You ran your hand down your jaw, looking down at your feet in shame, “Because Sunghoon, Jungwon and I just fuck. He is just a sneaky link, and I’m just a sneaky link to him. There’s a whole roster, and I know he doesn’t take me seriously. Same for you. We just. . . fuck, and just because you said there wasn’t anybody else doesn’t mean that’s entirely true.”

A sigh left Sunghoon’s lips, “y/n, I like you. I think you’re great, and I thought I made that clear.”

“But you didn’t,” You felt your heart contracting, as if it were tightening up, “You only came over to fuck, and I begged you to stay. Every time. Which is fine, that’s what we did, so don’t try to make me feel bad for fucking your friend because I don’t feel bad.”

“I let you wear my necklace, that’s clearly meaningful. I’m never without it, so sorry I didn’t stay the night, but I showed it in other ways.”

“God,” You laughed at him pathetically, “You sound even more delusional than your friend. You like me so much to fuck me and let me wear your necklace, but don’t stay the night. At least Jungwon was semi-realistic.”

“Oh so now you’re comparing us?” Sunghoon laughed, squeezing his jaw, “Who’s better then, huh?”

“Don’t.” You spat, slamming the trunk of your car closed, “Your ego is already fucking bruised.”

Sunghoon moved closer to you, “Oh, you think Jungwon’s better then, huh? He makes you squirt all on his dick and into an incoherent mess?”

“Well—no,” You began, breath hitching as Sunghoon continued to move closer, “But he does things better than you do.”

“Like what?” His hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you close to him, “Tell me so I can show you how much better than I am.”

“That’s not being a good friend,” You whisper, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, “But he is a way better kisser than you.”

Sunghoon closed the gap between you two, his plush lips warm against your own. You moved your arms to wrap around his neck, gently biting down on his lip to push your tongue into his mouth.

He moved his hands to your thighs, fingers dancing over the hem of your cheer skirt. They slowly began to creep underneath the thin material, making you shiver at the contact.

“Starting without me?” Somebody interjected, causing the two of you to pull away.

Your face became hot when you saw Jungwon standing there, a wide grin and arms crossed.

“Don’t be embarrassed now,” He continued, “Sunghoon just can’t seem to accept the fact that I had you first and I’m better.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “In your dreams.”

“Tell him,” Jungwon motioned towards you, “Tell him how I make you whine.”

“Um,” You bit your lip, “Actually, I’m the one who makes you whine.”

It was Jungwon’s turn to blush as Sunghoon let out a very loud cackle, “That’s great, but I’m still better.”

“I think we should let y/n decide,” Jungwon shrugged, trying to take the heat off him, “y/n?”

You pondered for a few moments, trying to piece together what exactly he’s asking, “Like. . . now?”

“Not here,” Jungwon giggled, “But maybe your place?”

The heat between your legs seems to be unbearable, fucking Jungwon and Sunghoon? Did you die and go to heaven?

“Yeah,” You nodded almost too enthusiastically, “But what about NV?”

“What about it?” Sunghoon asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “Let’s go, angel.”

You slid into the driver’s seat, waiting for the two boys to get in the car. You felt like you were shaking the entire ride home, with excitement and nerves.

There’s a lot of things you’ve done, but a threesome? Never.

The two boys were silent, probably feeling the same nerves of anticipation that you were.

Pulling into your driveway, you shakily put your car in park and practically ran up the slope to your front door.

Your grip on the keys were tight, trying to not drop them. When you heard the soft click, you pushed the door open and the rep followed in behind you.

Kicking your shoes off, you turned around to face Jungwon and Sunghoon. You bit your lip, waiting for one of them to say or do something, anything.

“Um,” Sunghoon coughed, “So?”

Jungwon busted out in laughter, ignoring the glare Sunghoon shot at him, “You never had a threesome before?”

You and Sunghoon both shook your heads no, causing Jungwon to step forward and wrap an arm around your waist, “Well, I’ll show you how to do this, Hoon.”

Jungwon looked down at you, a glint in his eyes as you leaned in closer. You could feel his breath fanning across your lips, gently pressing his lips onto yours.

The kiss started off gently, hands gripping your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. Jungwon’s fingers delicately slipped underneath your top, grazing your back. As he bit your lower lip gently, Jungwon pushed his tongue into your mouth as you felt a presence behind you.

Sunghoon pressed himself into your back, hands dancing underneath your skirt. Jungwon’s kiss got more feverish, fingers moving to the front of your top. His thumbs circling your nipples over your sports bra, eliciting a moan from you.

Jungwon pulled away from you, forcing you to turn and face Sunghoon now, who looked like he wanted to devour you.

His lips crashed against yours, replacing his hands back under your skirt and resting on your ass. You pushed into his hold, moaning into his mouth when Jungwon’s nimble fingers found their way underneath your sports bra.

You whimpered when Jungwon pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as Sunghoon squeezed your ass. The safety shorts you wore under your skirt felt uncomfortable as they cling to your thighs the more wet you got.

Sunghoon pulls your shorts down, waiting for you to kick them off your feet before he slides his hands between your thighs to your cunt. He dragged his fingers between your folds, circling your clit to elicit a moan from you.

You gripped his forearm and leaned back into Jungwon, who was still playing with your tits.

Jungwon leaned down, placing kisses and hickies along your neck. You exhaled roughly through your nostrils when Sunghoon slipped a finger into you.

The two men found a rhythm between themselves, Sunghoon pumping his lithe fingers in and out of your cunt while Jungwon used one hand to pinch your nipples, the other rubbing your clit.

Your knees went weak minutes ago, pressing your weight between the two boys and making borderline pornographic noises. Sunghoon smirked at you, picking the pace of his movements up and Jungwon made slow figure eights on your clit.

Pressure rose in your stomach, the familiar knot beginning to form and Sunghoon noticed, watching how your thighs spasmed.

He picked up the pace of his fingers, leaning in to attach his lips to one of your nipples and suck harshly.

A string of moans escaped from your lips, one hand wrapping around Jungwon to grip his forearm and the other on Sunghoon’s back.

You tighten your thighs around Sunghoon’s hand as you reach your orgasm. His lips muffled the borderline scream that left you.

It took you a few ragged breaths to untangle yourself from this awkward position, Sunghoon pulling his fingers out of your cunt and into his mouth.

Fuck, he’s so hot. You felt like you could go again.

“I need to fuck you, like now.” Sunghoon said, interrupting your train of thought, pulling away from you momentarily.

Jungwon unattached himself as well, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and somewhere in your living room.

You followed suit, pushing the rest of your sports bra up and over, keeping your eyes on the two men in front of you.

Sunghoon pulled his sweats off, no underwear, slut. The tip of his dick red and leaking precum already.

He grabbed you by your waist, bringing you to sit on his lap when he settled onto your couch.

“How should we do this?” Sunghoon asked, looking at Jungwon, then at you.

You shrugged while Jungwon tapped on his chin thoughtfully.

“Have her ride you in reverse so I can get a taste of that sweet cunt,” Jungwon purred, winking at you when he noticed your flustered look.

Sunghoon kisses your shoulder before effortly turning you around, “You heard him, angel.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of Sunghoon’s cock, stroking it a few times before pushing the head into your heat.

His head rested against the couch as you slowly sunk down, your walls clenching at the stretch that was painfully delicious.

It took a few minutes for you to adjust, laying your back against Sunghoon’s chest. His lips dance against the nape of your neck.

Jungwon’s fingers dug into the plush skin of your thighs and he brought himself closer to you.

Sunghoon’s hands gripping your waist in a way that you were sure would leave bruises as he started to move you on his dick.

A string of moans left your lips as his thick cock split you open. Jungwon waited before you adjusted before he finally put his lips on your clit.

Your hands tangled in Jungwon’s hair as Sunghoon continued fucking you, causing your clit to hit Jungwon’s nose.

Whimpers left the younger boy’s lips as he ate you out with vigor, pushing you closer to your peak.

“You feel so good around me, y/n,” Sunghoon groaned, “It’s like this pussy was made for me.”

You were too fucked out to even come up with a coherent response, letting out a whimper and clenching around Sunghoon’s dick.

Jungwon continued eating you out, slipping his tongue into your cunt alongside Sunghoon. The grip you had on his hair was probably painful, but if it was, Jungwon didn’t seem to mind.

“Isn’t Wonnie so nice to help me fuck you into oblivion baby?” Sunghoon whispered, “Go on, show him how I make you finish.”

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut when Sunghoon practically slammed you back on his tongue as Jungwon’s tongue deliciously pushed into you.

A familiar coil in your stomach began to come undone, whimpers and moans leaving your lips as you let both men use you.

Jungwon pulled his tongue out as your cunt forced Sunghoon out, liquid spraying all over your thighs and Jungwon’s face.

“You ever make her do that?” Sunghoon smirked at the younger boy, pushing back into you.

Jungwon rolled his eyes, but a glint of pleasantries were in his eyes, “y/n, baby, can I fuck your throat?”

A chuckle escaped both their lips as you desperately nodded, tongue out waiting for him.

Hurriedly, he pushed his shorts and boxers down, pressing the head of his dick against your tongue.

You swiped over the tip quickly, eyes rolling back as precum seeped into your mouth.

“Such a doll,” Jungwon groaned, pushing his dick further into your mouth, “Choke on it baby.”

His head hit the back of your throat bluntly, causing your eyes to water as he started to thrust into it.

You used a hand to wrap around the base of his dick as Sunghoon began to thrust up into you again.

Both men found a rhythm of fucking you, muffled noises leaving your mouth as you took Jungwon.

“Fuck,” Sunghoon’s head fell back against the couch, “I’m so fucking close.”

You pulled off of Jungwon, the younger boy whining from the loss of contact, but you paid him no mind.

Your watery eyes locked with Sunghoon, leaning in to whisper, “Finish in me.”

Sunghoon’s eyes rolled back as he began to fuck into you with even more vigor, you going back to Jungwon’s dick.

The younger’s hand coming to the back of your head to push you flush against his pelvic bone, spurts of cum shooting down your throat.

You swallowed all you could, some dribbling down the side of your mouth as you pulled off with a wet pop.

Jungwon tsk’d, wiping it up before shoving his thumb into your mouth, “What a shame, normally you take it all, baby.”

You wrapped your own hand around his wrist, continuing to suck on his finger as Sunghoon’s cum filled you to the brim.

A squeal left your lips as your orgasam approached, thighs shaking and feeling such a pleasure of ecstasy.

The room was silent for a few minutes, jagged breathing heard from all three of you as you processed what just happened.

Sunghoon whimpered from the overstimulation of you on his dick, gently lifting you up as he pulled his dick out. You felt empty with the loss of contact, but laid against the arm of the couch as you recovered from an intense orgasm.

“So,” Jungwon was the first to speak, “Since I didn’t get to fuck you, I believe that this experiment is inconclusive, and we should test it again.”

Your eyes widened as a laugh escaped you, looking at Sunghoon.

“You’re so on.”

#enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon hard hours #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #enha x reader #enha smut #enha imagines #enhypen imagines

[mirohlayo]

🍉 WATERMELON — hiya!! congrats on 1k! i was wondering if i could please request a watermelon with the prompt 'kisses on the tip of the nose' & lando norris?? ❤️

THE RACE AND THE GIRL

( Lando's first win is your first kiss win. )

warning : none, all fluffy

note : my boyy finally got his first win ahhhw !!! and thank youu bby love you ᥫ᭡

word count : 938

As the crowd cheers for the British McLaren driver, the entire racing team runs behind the barriers, ready to celebrate their driver who has just won his first F1 race.

A divinely big smile has been plastered on your face for 10 minutes. A few tears of joy bead on your cheeks as you weave between the members of McLaren, making your way to be in the front row.

The atmosphere seems unreal, almost surreal. The cries and applause of the spectators match the rhythm of the tears and smiles of the mechanics. You seem to be in a dream, failing to realize that all of this is really happening. But reality is before your eyes, more than ever.

Lando Norris won his first victory.

After years and years of hope, despair, and questioning, he finally succeeded. He's finally done it, he's finally reached his ultimate goal, and the big smile on his face speaks for itself. His moist eyes highlight the beautiful victory he gave us. He is the happiest man on earth right now, and nothing and no one can say otherwise.

The other drivers on the grid come to congratulate him, celebrate him, sending him words of encouragement and respect. Lando's smile hasn't disappeared for a while now, but that divinely beautiful smile warms your heart. Because it is a sign of victory and happiness.

And without further ado, you see your boyfriend drop his helmet on the ground, and literally throw himself at the members of McLaren. Everyone carries him with their arms, some shake him to congratulate him, others shout indecipherable words to him. You can only follow suit, cheering as best you can and especially with all your heart for your boyfriend.

The moment is idyllic, almost utopian. The pressure and adrenaline absolutely do not want to go down, they continue to increase at the sight of the deep feelings that this victory provides. Everything seems to be an illusion, no one seems to want to believe what just happened.

And yet, you couldn't be happier and more fulfilled than now. As Lando lowers himself to the ground, kissing Zak quickly but tightly, his eyes finally meet yours. You don’t know if that moment lasted hours or seconds, but the feeling of his gaze on you burned your skin.

He approaches you, quickly, and thinking of nothing, nor of the consequences, he gently lifts you to take you over the barrier. The cameras flood the show with thousands of flashes, and yet, despite the fact that it seems like the entire Earth is watching you, it's just you and Lando.

A bubble has taken hold, spreading around you. Putting yourself in respect of others. There is only him and you, only your eyes and your hearts to express feelings still hidden and secret from the public eye. You're sure you'll never forget the way he's looking at you right now, his smile growing wider at the sight of yours.

Maybe it was the adrenaline that started it, or maybe it was just the metamorphosis of way too strong feelings waiting to explode, but Lando has never felt more confident . So confident and not even a little hesitant.

His hands gently cup your face. He gives you one last big smile, while his lips press against the tip of your nose, gently, sensually. The kiss lasted perhaps a fraction of a second, or perhaps an eternity. All you can remember is the feeling of his lips against your skin.

The cameras stream in as Lando whispers these simple words to you, these words that you will never be able to get used to, they are so exquisite. "I love you, my love. I love you so much. Thank you for everything". He can't smile anymore, because that would give him endless pain in his cheek.

But maybe that sore cheek was worth it right now, and without another second's hesitation, he places another kiss on the tip of your nose. This time, a longer, more passionate kiss. You wouldn't describe how you feel right now, because there aren't enough powerful words to do it.

So you just enjoy. You take advantage of this unreal moment. This kiss, this kiss on your nose, was the promise of an eternal relationship. Your secret romantic relationship has finally become public. Everyone will know by now that you have been in a relationship for a few months now, but yet this idea seems like the most beautiful thing.

And while he seems to want to kiss you again, this time if his gaze is on your lips, you stop him with a soft laugh. You know it, he knows it, that he must first take care of the media and the interviews. So, in a last kiss left on the same spot, he winks at you before heading towards the journalists.

And when these same journalists ask him questions about your couple, about your relationship, Lando will always give the same one and only answer, a big smile on his lips and hearts in his eyes. “I won this trophy and above all the girl of my dreams, the one with whom I have been deeply in love since my childhood. So yeah, this is the happiest day of my life.”

But what is certain is that the media will continue to talk and gossip about the kisses Lando gave you on the tip of your nose. However, it will never bother you, since people will now know that it is his favorite place to kiss you, at least in public. Between you two, it's something else...

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris imagine #lando norris fluff

[norr1ssturni0lo]

Films and cuddles

Matt Sturniolo x Fem!reader

Nick sturniolo x bsf!reader

Word count: 900 (roughly)

Warning: none really, just fluff, possible spelling mistakes, maybe a bit cringe ngl😭

Summary: matts girlfriend can’t sleep, she and her bestfriend Nick watch a film on the couch.

❗️not proofread❗️

It was around 12:30am, the only time the sturniolo household was relatively quiet minus the soft hum of the tv coming from the living room as everyone was settling down for the night. The boys had just come back from filming the newest car video and everyone filtered around the house doing their own things. Y/N and Matt in their shared bedroom, Chris, for once in his own room, and Nick in the living room, presumably editing the YouTube video ready to be posted the next day. Matt was fast asleep behind Y/N, while she laid awake staring at the ceiling hoping sleep would overcome her eventually.

*hour later*

Y/N still couldn’t seem to fall asleep no matter how much she tried. She turned her body to face Matt who was still fast asleep, softly snoring with his beloved pug stuffed animal mr wrinkleton against his chest. Finally, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and threw on a pair of socks she found to avoid her feet getting cold and she quietly made her way over to Matt’s desk chair and grabbed his hoodie that hung on the back of the chair and she put it on, the hoodie drowning her small frame. She made her way over to the bedroom door and quietly opened it and made her way out and down the small corridor into the kitchen where she was met with the sight of Nick and Lauren, a friend of theirs they’ve known since high school and Chris’ girlfriend, sat on the couch together watching a film on the tv with a blanket thrown lazily across their legs Nick turned his gaze away from the tv as he heard her footsteps across the wooden floor.

‘Hey. I thought you were asleep. Everything okay?’ Nick asked the Y/H/C girl as he watched her open the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk. ‘hey, just couldn’t sleep that’s all. how come you’re both still awake?’ She replied quietly, not wanting to potentially wake Matt up ‘not long finished editing for tomorrow’s video. Probably gonna head to bed soon’ he replied. ‘Come watch this film with us Y/N/N, it’s Jaeden Martell’s new film and it’s only just started.’ lauren added on, knowing how much Y/N loves Jaeden and his films. Y/N nodded and trudged over to the couch after she finished her milk and put the empty glass in the dishwasher and sat next to Nick, who put the blanket over her legs and she sunk into the couch and made herself comfortable and they all continued to watch the movie, Nick occasionally on his phone answering Snapchat replies from fans.

*time skip*

Nick yawned as the credits rolled. Lauren had taken herself downstairs to Chris’ room halfway through the movie since she got too tired but Nick and Y/N decided to stay upstairs and finish the movie. The blue eyed boy felt a weight on his shoulder, he looked to his side and saw the younger girl asleep on his shoulder as soft snores escaped her lips. He chuckled softly at the sight of the girl who was like his sister. He gently tapped her, causing a mumble to escape her lips.

‘Hey sleepy head.’ Nick spoke softly as to not annoy her as he knew how easily annoyed she got if people spoke to loudly when she first wakes up. ‘Mmm hey.’ she murmured, and sent him a sleepy smile, and she made no effort to get up off the couch to go back to bed.

‘Want me to carry you kid?’ He said to the sleepy girl who was practically falling back asleep and she lazily nodded. Nick took the blanket off her legs and quickly folded it up and threw it onto the back of the couch. He put his phone in his pyjama pants pocket. He gently picked Y/N up, hooking his arms behind her back and behind her knees and carried her bridal style through the corridor and gently kicked open the door to Matt and Y/N’s bedroom which was open adjar to begin with.

Nick laid his best friend on her side of the bed, he removed her socks for her, aware of how much she hated sleeping with socks on as she shuffled slightly to get comfortable on the bed and he put the blanket over her body. As he was moving, the floorboards made a loud creaking noise which made Nick silently curse to himself as he watched his brother slowly wake up.

‘Nick, what are you doing?’ Matt mumbled with his voice full of sleep, slightly annoyed at being woken up ‘Sorry Matt, she fell asleep watching a movie on the couch so I brought her back to bed, you know, being the nice bestfriend I am’ Nick replied pointing at the half asleep girl next to Matt as if he was stating the obvious ‘Goodnight both of you’ Nick whispered as he made his way out the bedroom and made his way up to his own bedroom.

Almost as soon as Nick left his room, Matt looked over at Y/N, who, in her sleepy state, had reached out for mr wrinkleton and took the stuffed animal in her arms. He let out a soft chuckle at his girls antics and almost as if she’d sensed him shuffling around to get comfortable, she subconsciously moved so that her head rested on Matt’s chest and wrapped her arm around his torso, the stuffed animal getting squished between the couple as Matt wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

‘Goodnight sleepy girl, I love you’ Matt whispered to her, he felt her squeeze his torso gently in acknowledgment, she mumbled a quiet ‘I love you’ back to the brown haired boy as they both nodded off.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagines #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #tumblr fyp #sturniolos #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x bsf!reader #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo fluff

[amourane]

nightmares no more

pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader

genre: fluff, ceo au

w/c: 0.8k

summary: everyone wants yoon jeonghan and you were lucky enough to score him.

warnings: none

a/n: this right here is my man, love of my life, aaaaa i love him so much, also disclaimer this post used to be under my old url httphannie <3

It was already well past midnight and you were still sitting at your desk, paperwork laid out in front of you. To anyone it would look like an uncoordinated mess but you had everything in the right place. There were the legal documents that you were settling for the contract with another company and there were the marriage plans over there. Your bulletin board behind you was pinned with various arrays of dresses and contracts. 

You rubbed your eyes, tired from the work. If you went to sleep now you wouldn't have the preparations for tomorrow's meeting ready, not to mention you had to go see the venue for the wedding with Jeonghan. Your week had been busy and you hadn’t gotten a good night's sleep in what seemed like forever. 

Being the secretary of the CEO of the biggest company in the country and trying to balance planning your wedding was hard. You were constantly rushing everywhere; trying to get everything perfect. Not to mention the nightmares you had been getting. It was a big enough scandal when the press found out you were dating your boss but now they knew you were engaged to him. 

Yoon Jeonghan was one of the most sought out bachelors in the country and even when the both of you had announced your relationship, there were still some delusional girls who would try to hurt you. Every night you woke up in a cold sweat, the same image of not being able to breathe and hands grabbing you from every angle haunted your mind. That was partly the reason why you were still up working.

There was a knock on the door and Jeonghan popped his head around. “I thought I told you to take a break.” You rushed to him, embracing him tightly, inhaling his comforting scent. “I missed you too, my love.”

It was as if the barriers that were protecting you fell apart and you felt tears start rolling down your eyes. You couldn’t stop them from falling while you hiccuped continuously. Jeonghan hugged you tighter, running his fingers through your hair, untangling the kinks. 

“Why’re you crying? You're making your beautiful face look sad.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead as he stared at your glassy eyes. 

“I don’t know.” You sniffled. “It’s just that I’ve got the contracts to prepare and then we have the wedding, not to mention all the nightmares I’ve been having. I just feel like I can’t do anything, you’re the one handling all those people, Hannie.”

Your fiance frowned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s not true. Who’s been handling all these business papers, even though I told them not to worry, and who’s been holding this wedding on their shoulders?” Jeonghan smiles. “There’s so much light in you that it blinds me sometimes. You’re a wonderful person and I love you, so it doesn’t matter what people think. Much less people who don’t even know you.”

“Why are you like this?” Your cheeks were still stained with tears but your lips were curled into a small smile.

“Like what?” Jeonghan gave you a cheeky grin, he blinked innocently up at you. “I’m just telling the truth. You stole my heart the moment I saw you.” He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest, before giving you a wink.

You giggled, pulling him in for a kiss. It was sweet when your lips touched, both of you had been so busy that it had been so long since you shared such an intimate moment. His lips were warm and you couldn’t help but feel at ease when he was with you. 

Jeonghan picked you up suddenly which made you squeal. He didn’t let you say anything, carrying you out of your office and into your shared bedroom. He threw you down on the bed, arms pinning you both sides. A second of silence ticks by. You stared lovingly at your fiance before tugging him down onto you.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Yoon Jeonghan?” 

“And what if I am, Y/n? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for my charms already.” His tongue flicked over his bottom lip. You didn’t get to reply before a yawn escaped your mouth, your cheeks flushed and you diverted your eyes. 

Jeonghan grinned and he leant down so his forehead was touching yours. He let out a light laugh. “Sleep, my love. I’ll keep the nightmares away.” 

You knew you didn’t have a choice by the way he was looking at you, it was the same way he’d stare down his partners to get a good deal out of them. Reluctantly, you nodded, letting him tuck you in and kiss you goodnight.

“Take two weeks off, the company can survive without you 24/7.” Jeonghan placed a finger against your lips, knowing you were going to start protesting. “That isn’t a question, you’re far too stressed, just let me handle things.”

“But Hannie-”

“No.” He placed his hand on your cheek, the warmth spreading through his palm and across your face. “From now on, you’re not allowed in that office, you leave all the work to me. I’m the CEO for a reason Y/n. Promise?”

You sighed, knowing it was no use to try and protest. “Promise.” 

Jeonghan smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Sleep well, my love.”

#jeonghan x reader #jeonghan fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt imagines #yoon jeonghan #yoon jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #jeonghan imagines #svt #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan seventeen

[steddieas-shegoes]

congrats on 3000 followers 💫 you deserve it honey!🧡 Also, Chappell Roan has been stuck in my head, so I’m suggesting a lyric of hers for a prompt:

“I could be the one, or your new addiction.”

(Or any lyric from HOT TO GO!)

Thank you! I’m right there with you, Chappell Roan the incredible bitch that you are 👏🏻

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“He’s had one drink and he’s acting like he had a bottle of vodka,” Robin shook her head while she watched Steve dancing with two guys in the middle of the club they’d only been at for an hour.

“He needed to let loose,” Eddie shrugged, looking down at the drink he’d barely taken a sip from.

Robin looked at him, frowned, then looked back to Steve. She desperately needed them to get their shit together, but Steve acting like this definitely wasn’t going to work. It didn’t help that Eddie had been acting moody all day, barely even wanted to come with them.

“And what about you?” She finally asked him. “Are you gonna let loose tonight or keep the stick up your ass until you go to bed?”

Eddie’s head shot up, ready to argue. He didn’t, though. He looked back down at his drink and sighed.

“Not really feeling like letting loose, birdie.”

“Why not?”

Eddie shrugged and stayed silent.

“Did something happen?” She pushed. Even on his moody days, he was still usually capable of putting on a smile for her or the kids.

“No, just me being dumb. Making assumptions,” Eddie snorted. “Should be used to it by now.”

“What assumptions?” The song changed to something even louder and she considered dragging Eddie to the outside seating so they could talk.

“Just thought I was making progress on something and I clearly wasn’t.”

Oh, so it’s about Steve.

Eddie hadn’t really talked to her about his feelings, but she caught on early. She watched the way Eddie prioritized Steve over everyone and everything else, how he smiled when Steve was happy, how his mood shifted when Steve was having a bad day. She’d be worried more about it if she didn’t know that Steve was the exact same way.

They were idiots, both of them.

“What makes you think that?” She took a sip of her drink to seem more casual, but Eddie wasn’t that much of an idiot.

“Pretty obvious where I stand when someone’s leaving his room early in the morning, Robin.”

So he did know Robin knew.

“Someone slept over last night?” Robin didn’t know that. Steve rarely brought people to his apartment he shared with Eddie, and he hadn’t in nearly a year. Robin didn’t even know the last time he showed interest in anyone beyond getting a free drink from them.

“Yeah. She seemed like his type. I’m sure you’ll hear all about it soon.”

Robin squinted back at Steve dancing.

He would have told her by now about bringing someone home. They’d been together all afternoon.

“I don’t think he slept with her,” she finally said.

“Yeah, okay. I’m sure they just cuddled all night.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “It’s not what you think, I’m telling you.”

“Sure.”

She couldn’t do or say anything else, just had to let Eddie brood about not being in Steve’s bed even though he could fix it if he just said something.

She finished her drink and excused herself to join Steve. Maybe he could tell her what was going on.

“Hey dingus,” she yelled as she got closer.

Steve turned and smiled at her, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Robs! Hi!”

“Hey, babe. Did you forget to eat today?”

Steve nodded.

“Thought so. Let’s go get you some water.”

She dragged him to the bar and managed to get the bartender to get him water before anyone else got more drinks. She forced him to drink half of it before they walked back towards the table in the corner Eddie hadn’t moved from.

“Eddie! You should dance with me,” Steve exclaimed as he sat next to Eddie and grabbed his arm.

“Maybe next time, Stevie,” Eddie smiled at him, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Steve was still a little too drunk to notice, but Robin saw it.

“Awww, you never dance with me anymore. I miss you.”

Robin could see how hard it was for Eddie to hold himself together. Every possible emotion was flickering behind his eyes.

“Maybe that girl you had over last night will dance with you,” he finally settled on, which Robin immediately wanted to shove back into his mouth.

Steve sat back and seemed to be trying to figure out what Eddie meant when the beat of his current favorite song came on.

“Oh my god! Eddie! Please dance with me!” Steve clapped his hands and stood from the stool he’d been sitting on.

Eddie looked sad, but also endlessly endeared by Steve’s excitement.

“I could be the one or your new addiction!”

Steve was yelling the lyrics right at Eddie, not realizing how much Eddie was hurting.

Robin was his platonic soulmate and Eddie was on of her best friends. She couldn’t keep watching this.

“Steve, maybe you should get some fresh air,” she grabbed his shoulder and tried to turn him away, but he looked mad.

“No, this is my favorite song.”

“Steve, c’mon. Just for a minute. We can listen to this when we get outside if you want.”

Eddie was looking back down at his drink, biting his lip so hard it looked like it might bleed.

“Only if Eddie goes with me,” Steve folded his arms across his chest and pouted.

“Eddie’s gonna save our table in here,” Robin said.

But surprisingly, Eddie interrupted her by standing up and throwing back the rest of his drink.

“I’ll take him.”

Steve cheered and started singing along again as Eddie and Robin shared a look.

Eddie wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist and guided him towards the back door that led to a small seating area outside. Steve was singing the whole way, but he rested his head against Eddie’s shoulder while they walked.

“Why are you sad tonight?” Steve asked as they made their way to the only available table outside.

“I’m not.”

“Friends don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying,” Eddie lied.

“Then dance with me. I love dancing with you,” Steve didn’t move his head from Eddie’s shoulder even when they sat down.

“I love dancing with you too,” Eddie managed to say before he felt a lump in his throat.

He loved doing everything with Steve, even dancing to pop songs at a club, and it was only hurting him more to keep pretending it was enough.

“I even taught you the dance to that song,” Steve said quieter. “Remember?”

“Yeah,” Eddie smiled to himself, tightening his grip around Steve’s shoulders. “Made me put my hips into it.”

“Because you have nice hips,” Steve sighed.

Eddie could feel his face heating up. Steve wasn’t sober enough, he didn’t know what the hell he was saying.

“I barely have hips at all,” Eddie managed to choke out.

“Not true. I like holding them. They’re perfect.”

Okay, Eddie couldn’t do this. Robin needed to read his mind and come outside and-

“Wanna hold them now.”

“Steve, you’re drunk. You-“

“Can we dance?” Steve interrupted.

“The music isn’t loud out here.”

“I can sing it.”

“We’ll be the only ones dancing.”

Steve tilted his head back and looked at Eddie. “When has that stopped you before?”

“Fine.”

Eddie stood and let Steve hold his hips, almost a slow dance, while Steve started singing the song.

“Baby, do you like this beat, I made it so you’d dance with me.”

Eddie loved when Steve sang. He wasn’t the best, but he had a smooth voice that made Eddie smile, regardless of the song he was singing.

They were swaying like it was a slow song, but the vibrations of the bass line coming through the walls of the club made it obvious it wasn’t meant to be.

“I didn’t sleep with her,” Steve said after he went through the chorus once.

“Okay.”

Steve looked frustrated. “Some guy was trying to take her back to his place and he wouldn’t take no for an answer so I let her Uber back with me and she ended up just spending the night. Nothing happened.”

“That’s…fine. I don’t need to hear about it,” Eddie knew he sounded rude, but he truly couldn’t make it through the night if Steve gave a play by play of getting cozy with someone else.

“I don’t ever want anything to happen with anyone but you.”

Eddie stopped swaying. He was pretty sure the music stopped inside. No one else existed except for them.

“What?” He finally squeaked out.

Steve was looking at him like he was the sun.

“No matter who I dance with or flirt with or hang out with, you’re the only one who matters. It’s just you, Eds.”

He was drunk, but drunk Steve never lied. Eddie knew that for a fact. He’d said some harsh truths before when he had more whiskey than he should’ve.

“I don’t understand.”

Steve searched his eyes and bit his lip, like he was considering what to say.

But then his lips were on Eddie’s, soft, cautious.

He was holding back.

Eddie didn’t want him to.

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and pulled him forward so their chests were flush against each other, tongue licking along Steve’s bottom lip to deepen the kiss.

Steve allowed it, moaning as he let Eddie hold most of his weight.

Before they could get too carried away in public, Eddie pulled away to catch his breath and try to get his heart to slow before he passed out.

“Steve, this can’t just be a fun thing. This is…this is everything to me. You’re everything to me.”

Steve nodded, eyes never leaving Eddie’s. “I know. You’re maybe the love of my life. I’m drunk but I know how I feel. Felt that way for years.”

Years?

“Years? And you just now decided to say something?” Eddie wasn’t looking forward to Robin’s ‘I told you so.’

“Couldn’t. Didn’t wanna scare you away.”

“There’s no fucking way you’d ever do that. I’ve been yours for three years whether you knew it or not,” Eddie laughed in disbelief.

“We should go home,” Steve said quickly.

“You tryin’ to take me hot to go?” Eddie teased.

“If you’ll let me,” Steve nodded, tugging on Eddie’s hand to get him to move faster.

“I’ll let you do anything you want, Stevie.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #asks #follower celebration #drabble #getting together #this is becoming a theme #what does it mean #modern au

[gamergirl-niffler]

A Bitter-sweet Birthday || Kyojuro x reader

Happy Birthday to my one and only Flame Hashira - Kyojuro! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

I miss the series, but mostly I miss him. Since it's his birthday, I decided to write something short.

Tags: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @arthurbristow

ENJOY:

The day was sunny and calm with no clouds in the beautiful blue sky.

You woke up early and immediately started to get ready in the quiet privacy of your own room. The day was very important since it was your beloved's birthday today, and you were beaming with excitement and happiness.

The kimono you decided to wear was simple yet pretty. It was plain white fabric with a fiery pattern at the edges, and with fitting red obi and golden obijime. You looked like the real Rengoku, just without flame-like hair.

You were working on pinning your hair up when your door slid open. 

Senjuro looked inside and smiled, seeing you in front of the little vanity table. "You are up early. I should have expected that you would be excited to celebrate. Do you need help?" He asked with his soft voice.

You nodded your head. "Yes, please. You are much better at this."

Boy laughed and soon joined you, easily pining your hair up in a simple hairstyle that suited the occasion.

"Oh! Can you put it in?” You asked, handing him a gold hairpin.

Senjuro nodded and fulfilled your request. "My brother did his best picking this for you."

"Yes, I know. Best gift ever," you chuckled and looked into the mirror, admiring Senjuro's work. "Thank you so much."

"No problem. Will you help me a little too? I need some help with cooking,” he asked, and you of course nodded before getting up and following him to the kitchen.

There, you pulled your sleeves up and helped him with preparing miso soup with sweet potatoes and some simple sweets. After all it was a day to celebrate, and what celebration would it be without real sweets!

"You think we have everything?” you asked.

Senjuro shook his head. "I couldn't buy the last thing from our list," he said, looking down.

You just gave him a small smile and ruffled his hair. "No need to worry, we can buy it on our way to him.”

"There will be no need for that. Here.” It was no one else but Shinjuro. 

At first his sudden, loud voice made you stiff, but then you realized he was handing you a box with the last thing from the list. Blinking, you looked up at him, not hiding your confusion.

"Just take those to him. I bought them this morning after seeing them on Senjuro's list. I figured out you will need these," man explained.

You smiled widely and bowed. "Thank you so much, Shinjuro-san. We indeed needed those."

"Thank you, father, he will be happy to receive these," Senjuro added with a kind smile.

Shinjuro looked at both of you as if he wanted to add something, but he decided to stay quiet instead. He just turned away and left.

The two of you returned to cooking and chatting, sharing some giggles while doing so.

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When the food was ready, Senjuro packed it up, you collected other stuff you planned to take, and you both set off on the road.

It wasn't a long trip but going with a friend was an amazing feeling. 

The closer you got, the more excited you became. You couldn't wait to celebrate Kyojuro's birthday.

The burial ground seemed quiet and calm, as if it was frozen in time together with everyone else, buried deep in its grounds. 

All you could hear were birds singing softly, their songs carried by a quiet whisper of the wind that sneaked around the crowns of trees and soft splash of a river nearby. The sun's gentle warmth enveloped the serene atmosphere, casting a comforting glow on the world.

"Aniki," Senjuro said happily and ran up to one of the graves, setting everything down next to it. 

You quickly followed him and smiled looking at the grave. "Good to see you again, love."

After the quick greeting, you and Senjuro got to work, cleaning the grave. You made sure to visit Kyojuro regularly so there was a small amount of cleaning needed.

In the end, you pulled out the box that Shinjuro gave you and pulled out incense sticks. You lit them up and placed them on the grave.

You and Senjuro clasped your hands together, preparing for the prayer ahead with a sense of unity and reverence.

Senjuro finished first, and started putting down a little blanket. You joined him shortly after, and helped him with setting everything up.

"Aniki. Everything's good at home, father has stopped drinking, and things are much calmer there now. He even accepted Y/N around," Senjuro said, even if his words were greeted by nothing but silence. 

"That's true, but I still try to do my best to stay out of his way. Today he bought us incense sticks for you, love," you smiled softly.

Senjuro nodded and picked up his little bowl of soup. "Happy birthday, aniki. I wish you were still here. I miss having you around.”

You smiled sadly, doing the same as he did. "Happy birthday, my love. I miss you dearly." 

The rest of the celebration went calmly. 

You talked and joked with Kyojuro, telling him everything that happened since the last visit.

If you only knew he was there indeed, sitting next to his own grave, listening to both of you and feeling happy, hoping the warm sun rays would convey how glad he was to celebrate his birthday with his little brother and the love of his life.

#demon slayer #kyojuro rengoku #demon slayer kyojuro #kny rengoku #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x you #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojuro rengoku x y/n #kny kyojuro

[rhiaghostriley]

Ghost x reader - impossible relationship

It was all consuming. The way you needed this man, looking for him everywhere you looked at, was eating at your brain, shredding little by little your last pieces of sanity, to leave only him in your mind, from his scent in your nostrils, to his picture engraved on your eyelids.

Thankfully, you were a kind person. Soft, precious, a little bratty on the edge, but that was part of your charm. Still, you knew your obsession was gnawing at your soul. Was it love, was it just an unhealthy fixation for your superior, or something even darker, you couldn’t say, but the result was the same. Day after day, he became the first thing you thought about when you woke up, the only thing you wanted to look at during the day, the last image in your head before you fell asleep. Everything he did, every word he said, everywhere his hand landed, you wanted it. Needed it. Like he was some sort of god you would dedicate your life to, if Ghost was involved, it was a good thing.

Of course, everyone admired him. After all, he was the mysterious, cold, untouchable Lieutenant of Task Force 141. The one people wanted to know more about without daring approach him. He was intimidating, keeping people at arm’s length. But that was part of his charm.

From day one, he intrigued you. The way silence was made when he entered the room where all the new recruits were gathered, his mere presence enforcing compliance, was intoxicating. You were the kind of people who struggled to be heard, so it was naturally overwhelming to see someone capable of indulging so much respect by a simple look. And when that look landed on you…

It was as if a jolt of electricity ran through you, from the roots of your hair to the tip of your toes. That man was not looking at you, he was looking right into your soul. Observance wasn’t strong enough to describe the way he was able to read people. Like a silent sentinel always ready to pounce at the slightest threat, he was seeing everything.

So obviously, he saw the way you were looking at him, the way you were following him, keeping your distance but still keeping him in your sight. Everywhere he was, you were too. To the point that everyone on base knew that you were into him. But he never told you a word about it. Never told you a word at all. And it was painful.

So you started to try things to catch his attention. Flirting with soldiers to see if he was jealous, insistent gaze to see if he came to you, short dresses to see if he looked at you. But nothing seemed to work, and you grew more frustrated, and more hurt. But in the end, it wasn’t surprising. No one was interested in you, and he was interested in no one, so why would it have been any different with you, right ? Little did you know…

The day started like any other day. You sat at your usual spot in the mess hall, alone, drinking your coffee, looking at his every move as he was drinking his tea a few tables away, while pretending to be lost in thought. It was useless, though, his eyes never met yours. Then you heard her.

“Look at her, staring at the love of her life, waiting desperately for him to notice her, so pathetic.” A bitchy giggle.

You sighed. You would have thought that the military life would have been so different than high school. No more bullying, no more making fun of people, no more Queen Bees. You were wrong.

The girl got up and walked toward you, standing in front of you, blocking you from Ghost’s sight. “When will you understand that he will never be interested in you ? You’re not pretty, not smart, you’re not even funny. If he has to hit on one of us, it would be me.”

You closed your eyes without lifting your head, your jaw clenching. It stung, how true she was. She has everything. The silky hair, the smooth skin, the bright eyes, the ass and tits. And you had… none of it.

She laughed. “See ? Not even able to talk back. How could he be interested in you when you are no more interesting than a spot on the wall ?”

Feeling your eyes fill with tears, you were about to get up and leave, but you didn’t have time. Two gloved hands landed on the back of your chair, a big shadow casting on both of you, as a deep voice growled. “You have two seconds to apologize or I can tell you that during the next training you will hope you were never born.”

The girl’s eyes widened. Yours too. Your heart was hammering in your chest, loud in your ears, as you were staring at the girl who stuttered “I-I am… I am sorry.”

He growled. “Good. Now leave.”

The girl was out before he had finished his sentence. And you were still frozen on your chair. Slowly, quietly, he rounded the table, and stopped in front of you, right where the girl was standing seconds ago. Your eyes still wide, your hands gripping your cup of coffee tight to hide their shaking, you started “thank you, I-“.

He cut you off. “My office. 9am. We need to talk.”

Your eyes widened even more if it was physically possible, but before you had time to answer he was gone. You didn’t have the right to say no, anyway.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, and looked at your shaking hands as a sense of dread was slowly creeping in your mind. This was it. The moment your Lieutenant would tell you to stop being delusional and hoping anything from him was coming. And even if you already knew that, you also knew that hearing it from him would break you.

8:55am. You were in front of Ghost’s office. Your heart was in your throat, your chest tightening, your eyes bright with tears. You took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

God, the voice alone was sending chills down your spine. You opened the door, and took a few steps in, standing in the middle of the room, hands clasped in your back. “You wanted to see me, Lieutenant ?”

He answered without lifting his nose from his paperwork. “Close the door.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you complied. You closed the door and took your place back, fighting the urge of closing your eyes, of crying, of running away.

After a few seconds of silence, he got up, rounded the desk, and leaned back against it, right in front of you. His eyes locked to yours, making your heartbeat skyrocket.

“You know why I wanted to see you ?”

“No” you lied. Well, not really a lie. You thought you knew. And you hoped you were wrong.

The balaclava shifted slightly as he raised his eyebrows and sighed. “Yes, you know. You’re scared, but you know.”

Your heart stopped, more tears coming in your eyes as you looked down, unable to hold his gaze any longer. “Lieutenant, I can explain. It’s not what you think, I-“

Then the whole world stopped. You stopped in your tracks, feeling two gloved fingers pressing under your chin, tilting your head back until your eyes meet his again. “Shhh. It’s okay. I am not going to yell, I am not going to laugh. I am just going to tell you… that it can’t happen.”

You stared in his eyes, waiting for the moment he would scold you, looking for something, anything in his eyes that would tell you he was making fun of you. But all you saw was softness, and a hint of sadness. And you couldn’t process it. “I… I know, I am not your type. I am short, and I-“

Again, he cut you off. His gaze hardened, his grip on your chin tightened. “Don’t.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes darting from his to the side and back, as you said with a strangled voice “What ?”

His look softened again, and his fingers moved from your chin to your cheek. He took a deep breath and exhale sharply. “I see you, you know ? I really see you.”

Your heart couldn’t take it anymore. His touch, his eyes, his cryptic words, his voice laced with kindness and understanding. It was all too much. Your heart was beating so fast that you thought he could hear it. Your stomach was churning. You were a mess. “I don’t understand.”

He bent forward, looking right into your soul. “You. Are. Good. Enough.” He paused, his eyes roaming your face, studying every inch of it like to commit it to memory. His thumb wiped away the tear you haven’t noticed on your cheek. “You think I don’t see but I do. The way you always treat other people with kindness. The way your face brights up when something makes you laugh. The way you always torture yourself trying to solve their problem for them. You are a good person. You are good enough. Maybe even too good.”

The way he was talking about you made you feel like the most precious thing in the world. You couldn’t believe it. You were probably dreaming. You frowned in confusion, trying to read between the lines, but afraid to make things up. “I-… You-… What are you saying ?”

With the balaclava you couldn’t see the expression on his face. Still, the corner of his eyes crinkled as he smiled lightly – a rare thing coming from him. His other hand reached for your cheek as he grabbed your face gently, making your heart stop. “You really are going to make me spell it out, aren’t you ?”

He looked away for a few seconds, his eyes darting all around the room as if he was looking for something, for the right words. Then he looked back at you. “I am your superior. I can’t give special treatment to some recruits, I can’t get closer to one of them.” He paused, brushing his fingers on your cheek. Then he added “It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to.”

Your eyes widened, an overwhelming flow of emotion coursing through your brain and your heart as you started to process the underlying meaning of his words. Hope, confusion, joy, and sadness. He wanted you. But he couldn’t. “So what you’re saying is…”

He sighed, one of his hands moving from your cheek to your waist, pulling you closer. “What I am saying is… if I wasn’t who I am, I would have made everything for you to be mine. But…”

You looked at him, and this one syllable word broke your heart. But. “But you are who you are, so it can’t happen.”

He nodded slowly, his grip on you tightening. “Trust me, I would love things to be different.”

You felt your heart beat faster and harder, as you were seeing all hope of being with him crumbling down in front of your eyes. In your obsession, you never thought for a single second that he could want you but couldn’t be with you. And it was even worse than thinking he just didn’t want you.

He saw in your eyes that you were starting to understand. He pulled you even closer to him, and pressed his face on the side of yours. Your eyes fluttered shut. You took a deep breath, taking in his scent as he was doing the same thing. It was a dream becoming true, but one which would soon enough turn into a nightmare, at the very second you would get out of his office.

His hand on your waist moved to the small of your back, his hand on your cheek stroking your hair gently as he whispered in your ears. “Give me just one minute. One minute when I am not your Lieutenant. One minute when nothing keeps us from being together. One minute when I can tell you… That I love you.”

You let out a small sob. Your eyes filled with tears again, and he hugged you tight, his face buried in your neck. He kept whispering. “Every time. Every time you will feel like you’re not good enough. Every time you will feel lonely. Every time you will feel unworthy. Remember it. Remember that I am always somewhere, thinking of you.”

You shift your face to the side to face him, your lips parted as you gasped slightly from his closeness, his breath hitting your nose through the balaclava. His eyes locked to yours, his lips hovering over yours as he brushed his nose along yours, his hand gripping your shirt in your back tight with the effort of holding back. You swallowed hard, tears dangling from the corner of your eyes.

He chuckled, brushing his fingers on your cheek. “You’re so beautiful, even when you cry. So beautiful. But don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s hard, I know, but it’s for the best.”

You closed your eyes, freeing your tears and letting them roll down your cheeks. “How can it be for the best to love each other and not be able to be together ?” You managed to say, your voice choked with tears.

He sighed again, his hands moving to the back of your head, cradling it. “I know you don’t see it now. But I am not good enough for you. You deserve a happy life, with kids, a dog and a white fence. I can’t give you that.”

You shook your head aggressively. “I don’t want all of this. I want you.”

He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re young. Naive. So, so precious. You will forget me.”

He pressed his lips against your forehead, his fingertips grazing your skin in the nape of your neck. After a deep, shaky breath, he added “And if you don’t… Then maybe one day, when things will be different… But until then, I want you to promise me something.”

You looked at him, your heart in your throat, ready to promise anything, in the name of the love you shared but couldn’t enjoy. So you nodded.

He brought your face closer to his, his lips brushing yours, enjoying the shape of your mouth fitting so well with his, even through the fabric of his mask, even if just for a few seconds. “Promise me that you will try. Even if it hurts, even if you don’t want to, try to be happy. Don’t shut yourself out. You shine too brightly to let me tarnish it.”

You frowned. It was the most heartbreaking things you had to promise. But for his sake you agreed. You would try. To forget him, to love someone else, even if you knew you would never feel for anyone else what you felt for him. It would be less powerful, less consuming, less devouring, but you would try. And you would pray it won’t work. Pray for fate to reunite you, one day, when things will be different.

#simon riley fanfic #simon riley call of duty #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader

[aleenuhs]

bear with me on this request!! Imagine being Arthur's wife and living with John, Abigail and Jack after his passing. Then, after a few days, while everyone is still healing physically and mentally, you discover you're pregnant with Arthur's child. What John and Abigail's reaction would be?

⋆A Time to Be So Small

thank u!

warnings: mentions of death, lots of sadness and happiness, pregnancy mentioned heavily, grief

title is from one of my favorite songs by the band Interpol

not proofread😔

wc: 700

The past week had been one of the hardest you'd ever experienced, Arthur was gone. How lost you felt, how lost everyone felt, because he was just here a few days ago. Now he wasn't, and your mind couldn't comprehend that, that it was real and in fact not a figment of your imagination, or a dream.

So when you learned that you were pregnant, with his child, which you were sure that it was, you were even more broken. You were terrified, how could you introduce a baby into this world without its father?

You couldn't heal in any way when there was a child growing in your body, you couldn't heal knowing that its father wasn't here anymore.

How could you tell John and Abigail this news, how would they take it?

You sat in your room, holding yourself. You knew that the Marston family were good people, good company, they took care of you the way you did the same for them as long as you'd known them. You loved Jack like he was your little brother.

Seeing Abigail be a mother to him, it made you think, how? This baby would be another mouth to feed, clothe and bathe, and a whole lot of responsibility to you and the others. How could you be a mother? Something that you never thought of in your lifetime came so unexpectedly, so quickly.

You almost wanted to cry. The sun rays slipping through the curtains in your room, the sounds of the cattle and horses and other animals that they had. The smell of the flowers which Abigail had always put on the dining table. John wasn't home yet, it was just you Abigail and Jack, then Rufus who was laying right next to you as you sat on the bed.

You missed your husband, truly, and it was all you could think of. When John finally got home, you'd hesitated to walk out of your room. Slowly, your feet padded on the floor when you heard Abigail announce that dinner was ready.

You held yourself, it was all you could do. How you wished that Arthur was there. You wouldn't be so empty if he was. Rufus came out of your room and went outside.

You greeted John and Jack, then Abigail, you sat down at the dinner table and silently thought of everything that could happen at the mention of pregnancy in the middle of everything, how the world would seemingly stop for a moment when you said it.

You let everyone settle in and start eating.

Clearing your throat, you spoke, "I have something... to share." You stammered and immediately got nervous.

John looks up from his food and looks at you, and so do the others.

"Yes?" He speaks.

"Im..." You could hardly speak.

"You're?" Abigail continued, wondering what you were getting at. Jack looks at you, eyeing your terrified expression, which was painfully obvious to the rest sitting there.

"Im pregnant," you feel a certain weight lifted off your shoulders and your hand comes to your chest, looking around for something, anything in their faces.

John is the first to speak after the uneasy silence that filled the air.

"With Arthurs baby?" He asked and you nodded softly. He felt bad, but happy at the same time. Abigail instead gets up and walks around the table, bending down to hug you as you sat in the chair.

She hugged you tightly, she kissed your cheek and then said, "Im so glad, this is great -- this is just... the best news we've received all week." She spoke happily, yet softly.

It made you feel so much better, but without Arthur your emotion felt glued on, fake almost. But you were glad there was support for you, and that was your luck.

"We're happy for you, don't doubt that." John says as he lets on a smile.

"As much as we all wish Arthur was here, there will be a part of him with us." Abigail points to your stomach and rubs it.

"Right." John adds on.

You smile, how lucky you are.

In your head, you knew that this support wouldn't end anytime soon and Abigail would be there for you until this baby comes.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #john marston #abigail roberts #jack marston #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fandom #rdr2 #rdr2 arthur #rdr

[midnightbrightside]

I’m desperate to your immaculate takes on Krisnix from that one ask—what do you think about 2 and 39 (bonus if the little animals get thrust upon them…it’s Trucy who brings home a box of kittens or something)

ayyy thank you im glad you like my krisnix thoughts!

2- What would they do if the other woke up in a manic state after a nightmare?

when phoenix has nightmares kristoph holds him as he sobs, gently shushing him and saying it was just a dream. phoenix grips kristoph's arms tight to ground himself and it sometimes leaves bruises. kristoph always points them out in a "look what i put up with for you" kind of way that fills phoenix with shame. "really, phoenix, what would you do without me?"

when kristoph has a nightmare he needs to be completely alone but also held as tightly as possible, he also stops speaking. phoenix holds his hands but kristoph snatches them away like the touch burns him and he looks up with wide, scared eyes. so phoenix keeps his distance and encourages kristoph to breathe deep until he stops shaking. then he asks kristoph if he wants to talk about it, kristoph shakes his head. phoenix then asks if he wants a hug, kristoph croaks out very quietly "im not... a child" and phoenix nods "you're not" and holds out his arms. kristoph collapses into them.

39- Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?

i got too excited abt this one. gonna put everyone one my "kristoph loves animals" agenda.

trucy comes back home absolutely drenched by the rain holding a box of 6 sopping wet abandoned kittens. she begs phoenix to let her keep them and it absolutely breaks phoenix heart to say "we dont have the space or the money for everything they need. it's late so we can keep them for tonight but we'll have to take them to a shelter tomorrow, im sorry, sweetheart." trucy is NOT happy about it. in true preteen fashion she takes them to her room and starts planning all the ways she, a 12 year old, could raise 6 kittens. phoenix sighs and starts searching what he should feed them, just for tonight.

kristoph arrives later on to pick phoenix up for a date, sees the little furballs meowing around the apartment, and immediately starts fussing.

"these poor babies! where did you find them, and why are they so filthy?"

phoenix explains whats going on and adds "we tried to give them a bath but..." he holds up his arms to show the scratches.

kristoph scoffs, "really, phoenix, you dont have nearly the means nor the knowledge to take care of one animal let alone six." he looks down to where trucy is sitting, playing with the kittens with a makeshift toy made of scrap cloth, and frowns.

"well, first of all, kris: ouch. i was actually thinking we could maybe keep one-"

trucy interrupts from the floor "THREE at LEAST!"

"- and secondly, as i said, we are going to take them to a shelter first thing tomorrow" he looks so apologetic, so sad.

"Absolutely not" Kristoph snaps, "the local shelters are overrun as it is, to say nothing of how they are managed. I wouldnt trust them with these poor creatures either." he looks like hes thinking about something, "Trucy, dear, have you noticed if these kittens are injured or perhaps sick?"

trucy perks up and lists how each cat is faring, which ones are walking funny and points out how one of them has a weird spot near it's eye. as she's rattling off each one's ailments, phoenix notes that she's already named them and his heart melts a little more.

kristoph tuts, "we'll have to take them to the vet then, we can get them microchipped while we're there. vongoles' carrier should be big enough for the journey, oh, she would make an excellent mother..." he almost sounds like he's thinking out loud.

"so we're keeping them???" Trucy beams.

kristoph explains that they're not old enough to be separated from their siblings yet and that she and Phoenix dont have the space to care for all of them, but he is more than happy to take them until they are ready to go to a good home. he shoots a sharp glare at phoenix as he says "typically, cats adjust to a new home much better when adopted in pairs", phoenix gets the memo.

the next day they take the kittens to the vet and kristoph buys all the supplies he could need. over the next few weeks he nurses them back to health and trucy drops by almost every day after school to see how they're doing and play with them. phoenix knew that kristoph liked animals, but it's something else to see this 6'1 icicle of a man dote on these tiny creatures, he even calls them by the names trucy gave them. in moments like these he doesnt seem dangerous at all.

and vongole LOVES them, she's so excited when she first sees them she barely knows what to do with herself. kristoph was right, she makes a great mother. phoenix finds everyone's energy infectious, he buys food, 2 cat beds, some toys, other supplies, and when the time comes he asks kristoph about the kittens.

"sorry, Phoenix, i already found good homes for them" kristoph smiles apologetically and phoenix's heart drops, "i didnt even know you wanted one, i know trucy did, but you didnt seem too enthused. perhaps it's for the best, you dont have the means to take care of a pet." oh.

trucy is miserable. phoenix feels like hes dissapointed her. kristoph is smug as all hell.

#just in case anyone forgot the type of guy phoenix is dealing with here.... #ill reblog with an alt ending tho #krisnix #kristoph gavin #phoenix wright #ace attorney #ace attorney headcanon #ask #anon #mine

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Everything Great About a Match: Joshua Goodman v Randy Stanton (bgeast.com)

Everything Great About a Match: +8

Joshua Goodman v Randy Stanton (bgeast.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

So let's begin: 

+1: For the fan fantasy match.  It starts off as a wholesome outing with star-struck Randy being led to the wrestling mats by his idol and obsession, Mr.Joshua.  Randy looks like he cannot contain his excitement at being offered a chance against the man, the myth, the legend himself.  That's right, out of all the men on this planet, he picked you Randy - this is going to be an epic day for you.

Randy: *Gulp* This is hot, what you got in here?!

+1: Definitely worth a point to spotlight Mr.Joshua and Randy's chiseled, statuesque bodies. Mr.Joshua is a ripped, muscled mountain of perfection and while Randy's got muscles for days, standing next to Joshua is a exercise in futility - the guy puts everyone to shame.

Joshua: Hey. Six packs are for amateurs, this my friend is an 8 pack!

Randy: Hey I'm working on it...

+1: Joshua play wrestling with the fan. I love how Mr.Joshua gives his fans the full heel treatment by letting them think they have the upper hand only to crush them. In fact, Randy even rallies a come back or two.  I mean, we are talking about Mr.Joshua here, the guy is a wrestling god and to see him lure an unsuspecting rookie, later to crush his dreams and discipline him like a misbehaving child is worth a point. 

Mr.Joshua: Yeah feel that chest. You like that don't you?

Does Randy have the upper hand or is this a trap ready to spring into action?

Mr.Joshua: It hurts, it hurts. Randy: Now you know what I felt like. 

Mr.Joshua: Damaging my pecs?! I'm going to kick your ass for that. 

+1: Dirty talk.  Mr.Joshua knows he's the man.  He knows when a guy wants him and he knows that Randy is aching for this domination.  We all want Mr.Joshua but Randy gets some 'special' treatment here.  I can't recall him indulging his opponent with seductive talk as much as he does here. 

Mr.Joshua: I know you like that.  You like those balls in your face! Who's the man? Randy: ... You are...

Mr.Joshua: I bet that gets you going. Those big thighs.

Randy helplessly squirming under the domination. Mr.Joshua: I know you like that. You like that, it turns you on! 

Mr.Joshua: Look at you.  Look at that package in the mirror...

+1: Mr.Joshua forces him to worship the body that dominated him.  Randy is hurt and curled up in the fetal position only to be dragged back to his senses and forced to worship the man.  

Mr.Joshua: That's it.  Good.  Worship that body.

Randy is looking mighty small against the adonis Mr.Joshua!

+1: Some of us wait for a perfect sunset, others wait for that perfect moment during the match.  It's that moment when Mr.Joshua graces us with his sexy signature move - the "Adjustment".  

+1: Randy gets owned in all the best ways.  There's a moment, around submission #50 when Randy simply goes with it all.  This match is not going the way he wanted it to go and he clearly has no chance against the muscle adonis, Mr.Joshua.  So instead of fighting back, he is overcome with defeat and simply offers himself up to his dominator.  Mr.Joshua says pose for me and Randy eagerly complies.  

[+1] Bonus point for Randy's reaction to it all.  The guy is in unconscious ecstasy here and nearly begs to be put away by Mr.Joshua.  

Randy: *Muffled* Fuck... I submit.  

Mr.Joshua: Flex for me.  Show me your best pec. 

------- Everything Great About this Match: +8

So there you have it. This is an instant classic match with a brutal beat down. While Randy might be sore in the morning, all he'll remember is Mr.Joshua giving him the time of his life.  Randy follows Mr.Joshua on to the mat hoping to put through the ringer and our heel does not leave him hanging.  By the end, all those tips from Mr.Joshua about building muscle are thinly veiled distractions to pump up our jobber only to have his world crash around him like a huge set of biceps chocking him out.  

And with that I leave you with our final 'Adjustment' for the night.

Mr.Joshua: If only you were awake to see this...

#gay wrestling #bgeast.com #Joshua Goodman #Randy Stanton

[midnights-song]

The Awakening

P.t 1

Warning: This may contain potentially triggering depictions of wounds, course language, mention of potentially traumatic themes, read at your own risk!

It had taken days, weeks even before you had been snapped back into your newest reality.

Times between your work shifts were spent in the sterile white room you’ve grown accustomed to seeing your boys in. You felt as if you were watching your life flash before your eyes in third person, endless consults with different specialties, hours of therapies, many a tear shed in everything ranging from frustration to fear. You could see yourself being strung along like a puppet on a string, overseeing wound checks, bandage replacements, infusions of antibiotics, growth and regression of skills, sedations, everything that had to be done.

You watched Simon become a shell of a man for the first month and a half, sitting like a stone at Johnny’s bedside. Eyes darkened, emotionless, nary a single movement from him other than the everlight breathing he was subconsciously doing. His own wounds had been watched closely, treated, and healed all before Johnny had even had a chance to open his eyes. Simon’s refusal to leave had made it even more difficult, you swore when they came in to move Johnny down a few rooms that the chair would have a permanent Simon shaped imprint on it. 

Before you knew it, the second month had come, and gone. The third month creeped up on everyone, a new visiting schedule established amongst the 141 as you finally convinced Simon to start coming home with you during the nights. It had been difficult, almost leading to a fight until you told him your true feelings on the subject. He wasn’t doing Johnny any favors by staying the way he was, nor was he doing himself any favors by neglecting his needs regardless of if it was unintentional or not. You missed him, you missed them both, but you had one right in front of you while the other was slowly healing. Then one day, it wasn’t so difficult. You slowly started to return to your normal self, happier moods and brighter smiles, cheerful mornings abundant.

 On that day, you decided you were going to go in on your day off and go visit your boy. You had   a mental checklist of things you planned on doing, grabbing some lotion that you got specifically for massaging his arms and legs, even going so far as to grab some pillows from home to help give more support on his back and neck. What you didn’t expect was to be greeted with cracked blue eyes staring back at you from the bed. It all happened so fast that you don’t know what happened first, your cries of his name falling from your lips, his panic at waking up intubated and restrained sending his heart rate to the sky, your coworkers flooding in as they pumped him full of sedatives to put him back under. 

Gripping your phone, you called Simon. He had a right to know after-all, of course something happens the one time you convince him to relax at home while you check in. 

‘Lovie.” His voice was raspy, he must’ve been getting ready to lay down in bed when you called, taking a morning nap on a whim. 

“Si, you need to get here, now.” Your voice left no room for argument, staring back into the room that was now filled with nurses, the respiratory therapist, physical therapy, everyone that was going to be there for his treatment during that time. “He’s awake.” 

The silence on the other end of the line made you think that the call had dropped, until you heard a thud followed by several expletives and even more thumping. You could hear Simon struggling to get everything on at the same time, the whoosh of wind through the speaker telling you he had made it outside and was making his way to his truck. Today was supposed to be Gaz’s and Price’s rotation, but you had called them earlier to let them know you were going to go first. 

It wasn’t long before Simon was there, not bothering to check in at the desk since he knew his destination by heart now. He came quickly, dodging the corner and coming up to meet you outside the door. You had hung up earlier once he informed you he was there, but glancing up at him you could see the stress lining his face through his mask. 

“They had to sedate him, but they’re thinking of lowering it over the next few hours to see how he tolerates the vent tube. They don’t want to remove it until he’s ready.” You rubbed his back out of a newly formed habit, fitting yourself into his side. “He was staring at me when I came in, I almost didn’t notice but then he started to panic.” There was nothing harder than seeing Johnny panic the way he did, fighting to try to get the tube out of his throat. You could understand why that had scared him, after all if your last memory was being shot and extracted you would probably react the same way. 

It took about an hour before they let the both of you back into Johnny’s room, positioning him into a little bit more of a reclined position and making sure that his restraints were tightened as much as they could justify. You went to one side, Simon went to the other. You both began your ritual of combing his massively overgrown mohawk out, massaging lotion into his skin to help prevent sores and retain some of the muscle. Biting your lip, you decided you wanted to try something new. 

“Johnny? I know I usually only talk when it's just us, but Simon and I both are here honey. You’re in the hospital in the Bay, you’re safe now. You’ve been asleep for a while now and things might be a little scary when you come to, okay?” You began rubbing his shoulder softly, looking at the bright pink scar on the side of his temple. Proof that he had fought to remain earthside, proof that he was willing to go through hell to come home to you and Simon. 

“Johnny,” Simon began, softening his voice as he rubbed Johnny’s forearm down to his fingertips. “It’s alright to be scared, but we can’ have you panic and rip the tube out. You can’ hurt yourself, we are here with you, you aren’ alone.”  A small finger twitch came in response, an acknowledgement. That was promising!

After shift change had come and gone, new nurses coming in to check in, attendings going for their rounds visiting, and even a second visit from respiratory, the consensus was to wean the sedation off and wake Johnny up slowly. No one knew exactly how bad the damage was yet, if he would be able to fully recognize everyone, or if he would be able to recognize anything at all. Sometime during all the commotion you sent a message off in the group chat, telling Price and Gaz to get there as soon as they could so everyone would be on the same page regarding Johnny. 

The next morning was chaotic. Pure, utter, chaos. They had weaned the sedation off enough that Johnny was able to open his eyes, still not fully aware, but aware enough to follow prompts as they tested his mental capabilities. Once he was stable enough, the tube came out. Hissed whispers of curses spilling forth from his lips as they went around removing unnecessary iv lines and gauze pads. 

Absolutely nothing on this Earth could have prepared you for what came next. 

A/N: Damn that took a hot minute! I'm sorry y'all! I was so burnt out from school and everything else going on irl that I kinda put everything on the backburner. I hope that this helps make up for it!

#cod x reader #john soap mactavish #soap cod #modern warfare 2 #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you #john soap x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish #ghoap x reader #ghoap au #ghoap #ghoap reader

[thecreelhouse]

tramps like us

Paring: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Gator receives news he anticipated, but never wanted, as well as conquering a major fear; your anxiety over the future is only building, casting self doubt that crawls deep under your skin. Can comfort from one another be enough?

WC: 10.2k

Includes/CW: angst, hurt/comfort, language, death mentions, PTSD involving familial abuse, anxiety attacks, fluff, smut - fingering, cum play, sweet & dirty talk, PiV sex, oral (f!receiving), mentions of intoxication kink

〘 series masterlist ✧.┊this is a sequel to part time soulmate, full time problem ✧.┊listen to the series playlist ✧.┊read on AO3〙

A/N: wow, hi, it’s been a minute! so sorry I went so long without an update, but I appreciate all of the kind comments and anons I’ve received in that gap of time 🥹 we’re getting closer to the end; after this chapter, there should be about 3 more! next will be a bonus/standalone smut ch. and the two after that are a pretty big deal for the end ☺️ thanks so much again for all the support so far! if you’re still reading, just know how grateful I am. I hope y’all enjoy this one <3 p.s. y’all can thank @urhoneycombwitch for sending inspo for one of the scenes in this 🫣🥰

Chapter 7 ✧.┊

flowers on the grave - the maine

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

⋆｡♪ everything is temporary / even the sorrow that you carry ♬ ₊˚.

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It’s been about a month since Gator proposed to you, and you had been on cloud 9 ever since. Yet there was one thing that continued to tug at your thoughts, buried far back in your mind.

It comes up without suggestion as you blurt the question out. “You ever wonder how everyone’s doin’ back home?”

Cozy in a fortress of pillows and blankets in the window nook, you tilt your head back as you wait for Gator’s response. He’s got you snug between his legs, arms wound around your waist from behind.

Gator knows when you say ‘everyone’ you mean both of your parents’. Well, your parents, and Gator’s dad. Truthfully, he answers, “Yeah, I do. I don’t think I’d wanna hear from my dad, though. Kinda glad he’s never tried to call— not like he knows my new number anyway.”

There’s an ache behind his response; just because Roy was a shit excuse of a father doesn’t mean Gator wasn’t allowed to miss him. Or maybe he missed what his dad could’ve been. He’s unsure, and not ready to unpack that outside of therapy, but it was a tangled perspective you had with your own abusive father.

 “Why do you ask?”

You shrug while you watch raindrops race one another down the window, attention from the book you were reading aloud long gone. 

“Sometimes I wonder how Ma’s doin’ without my—“ You stop, refusing to call that monster your father.”— him. I know she brought a lot of it on herself, but… sometimes, I still wish things woulda’ been okay between us.”

Gator’s quiet, lost in thought and hesitant to suggest it, but he clears his throat before asking, “Do y- you think maybe it might be worth reachin’ out? Maybe it’d help ya’ find some closure.”

Your brows knit together as you tilt your head back to read his expression. He means well, you know that, but you’re not sure you’d be able to hold your anger down if you tried finding closure with your mother.

“Gator, I don’t think that’s the best idea,” The memory of trying to talk to her after your miscarriage floods back, how cold she was, how she refused to comfort you— something a mother should do for their child through any heartbreak. 

She never provided comfort when Willow died; you tried looking for every excuse in the book to give her grace, understanding, but there’s no reason to justify ignoring your grieving daughter after the other was killed so suddenly.

She never stepped in when your father used you and your sister to take out his anger on. He never saw either of you as his children, just personal punching bags.

It was complex, though; a part of you felt like you couldn’t blame her completely, not when she was also abused, too. She was the adult in the situation, and absolutely should’ve protected both you and Willow, but she was attacked just as much as the two of you. 

You knew the facts and statistics of abusive relationships and domestic violence— something you began to learn about through therapy over the years. So, sure, it must’ve been hard to leave for a multitude of reasons… but that didn’t mean she had to leave you and Willow to fend for yourselves.

It was just easier for your heart and mind to write her off completely, especially after visiting home last Christmas.

He sighs, nodding. “M’sorry, just— I figured—” Mentally, he’s beating himself up for even offering the idea, feeling like he should’ve known better. “You don’t owe her a damn thing, you don’t have to reach out… just thinkin’ if I had the chance to reach out to my mom again, I would, in a heartbeat.”

Your heart sinks over his honesty; he’s right, you don’t owe your mother anything after all the hurt she dragged you through, even if indirectly. But the way Gator mentions his own mother chips away at the walls around your heart regarding your own. You know he’d do anything to talk to her, at least one last time. 

A week prior, Gator received closure, but not in the way he had hoped and prayed for most of his life.

𓂃

“Hey, love,” You kicked the door closed behind you, hands carrying takeout bags; you planned on making dinner, but work kept you busy now that summer officially started. Folks had been coming in more frequently, seeking out their next vacation read. “Sorry I’m getting home so late—“

You froze, finding Gator at the kitchen table, head in his hands; an open beer bottle sat on the surface, still full. There was a cardboard box, with a mailing label, ripped open with packaging paper thrown to the floor. The bags were dropped onto the coffee table before you rushed over to him.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” You dragged a chair close to him, hand beginning to move along his back in soothing, comforting patterns. “What—“

Gator forced himself to turn to you, face tear stained while his eye was bloodshot. The skin around the sockets were puffed up and blotched red with sorrow.

“Sh- she’s not coming back.”

You were certain you knew the answer, but you asked to make sure; “Who’s not coming back?”

He slid the box over to you; it was small, not much could hide inside, but the contents were earth-shattering for Gator.

A pair of broken glasses. A pair with frames you recognized immediately. The glasses his mother wore.

Tucked into the box was a letter; you reached for it, but paused, looking to him for permission. Gator nodded solemnly.

It was brief, barely a letter, more of a quick note; the words expressed condolences from the officials that had been investigating everything connected to Roy, that they found the glasses in a well on the ranch, along with his mother’s remains.

Though short, it wasn’t cold. They mentioned Dot led them to the well; the investigation was over, and those glasses, once a basic part of Linda’s appearance, became evidence— evidence that they were finished using against Roy for the murder of Gator’s mother.

Now, they were only proof of the memory of her, something Gator prayed he’d have more of if she ever came home.

Your hand fell over your mouth in disbelief, stifling a gasp.

“I… I think I always knew she was gone, but this still fuckin’ hurts.” He finally picks up the bottle before taking a long, harsh swig of the alcohol. You hoped that was the only one he had so far; he didn’t need to fall back into self destructive coping mechanisms, not like the first night the two of you reunited. It wasn’t the time to talk about that. He needed you.

“Gator, I’m so sorry.” You couldn’t say anything to make it better, and he needed to grieve. It wouldn’t get better without grief. He couldn’t move forward until he mourned, first. “I know right now this means shit, but if you need anything, if I can do anything—“

“I know, Darlin’.” He took your hand in his, shaking. “Thank you.”

“That means grieving however you need to, Gator. As long as it’s not harming yourself, or anyone else, you grieve how you want, for as long as you need.” 

He nodded before you took him into your arms; his head fell to your shoulder, bursting into a sob as he reached one of his safe places— your embrace.

“S’fuckin’ stupid.”

“What is, love?”

Gator turned his head, face burying into your neck while his arms wound around your waist. “I — it’s—“

“You can tell me anything, always.”

Another sob shuddered out of him, embrace tightening, holding on for dear life. 

“I wanted— fuck, this is so—“ He takes a deep breath in, then out, trying to keep himself grounded. Your arms are around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you while your hand traced up and down his spine, repeating the soothing motions. 

“I always wanted her to come h- home, alive… and it’s stupid, but I- I hoped she’d come back in time for the wedding. Fuck, that’s so dumb to say out loud.”

“It’s not dumb or stupid or anything like that to wish she’d come home, especially to come to the—“ You can’t even say it, not when it breaks you to watch any hope he had left fade out for good. “— god, Gator, I’m so fucking sorry.” Your own tears began to spill over, hurting for him.

“Me too, Darlin’.” He wept into the crook of your neck, grateful to have you while the truth hit him like a train. “Me too.”

𓂃

Guilt consumes you; if you could give this chance to make things right to Gator with his mom, you would. Instead, the opportunity lies in wait for you to reach out to your own mother, but you refuse.

Am I selfish for this? 

“I don’t think she’d want to speak to me, anyway. I think that bridge is burnt to ashes now.” You murmur as a few stray tears slip down your face, racing against the drops of rain on the glass outside. “It’s for the best, y’know?”

“Angel, c’mere,” Gator tugs you back lazily, and you take the hint, moving to sit in his lap. You rest your head on his chest, now facing the window as he holds you close. “Y’gotta do what’s right for you. And if you ever changed your mind, I support you. Whatever you decide, movin’ on, or fixin’ things, I’m with ya’ every step of the way.”

You nod, fixated on the rain as it continues to pour down. 

“I’ll think about it.”

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“Hey, darlin’, can I ask ya’ somethin’?”

While working on a box of duplicate titles for donation, you look up, and over to Gator.

Miles planned to build a few free libraries around Brooklyn during the summer break. Loving the idea, you offered to go through the inventory to find some duplicate titles to donate.

“You don’t have to ask if you can ask me somethin’, baby.” Usually when Gator’s anxious to start a conversation about something he’s unsure over, it sounds similar to what he just said. 

He’s at the front counter, scrolling through your tablet with a slight frown; you move over to him, arms sliding around his waist as you rest your chin onto his shoulder from behind.

“Jesus, if ya’ open anymore tabs you’re gonna break the damn internet.” You tease with a quick kiss to his cheek. He huffs, frustrated. “M’sorry, what was your question?”

His tone is quiet, rushed, tips of his ears turning red as he grows shy.“You got any books in braille here?”

You had to think about it for a minute; it’s something you’ve never considered to keep stock of, and you realize that’s a backwards privilege of being able bodied. You’re not vision impaired, and while there was a section of the shop for large print books, it never once crossed your mind to keep some braille books, too.

Recognizing your mistake makes you feel careless for not being more inclusive, and Gator can sense that as your hold tenses up around him.

He turns around to face you, “Hey, s’okay, I’m not mad or anythin’, just was wonderin’.”

“No, I know, I just feel like an asshole for never takin’ that into consideration. Not tryin’ to make it about me, just… ugh. Can’t believe I never—“ You stop yourself, shaking your head; it’s not about you, and you could either kick yourself for the mistake or do something about it. “Thank you for bringin’ it up, I think it’s a good idea to look into.”

“They’re pretty expensive, from what I’ve read, but maybe at least we could offer to find copies if someone asks for ‘em?” He shrugs, bringing up the idea. “Y’know, a few days ago when I was here alone, a kid came in askin’ for some book— can’t remember what— in braille for his dad. I felt bad I couldn’t help him.”

“Well, shit. Yeah, you’re right, we should figure somethin’ out to offer more reading accessibility.” 

You kiss his forehead quick, admiring what might be a little empathy to him, but is huge in your eyes; the way he wants to help others is something you’ve always seen in him growing up, but he never expressed it much with his father always lying to him that was just another display of weakness.

Roy’s twisted ways of raising Gator into someone cold and heartless was infuriating enough, but to watch Gator unlearn and learn so much, becoming truly a good person, that outweighed the negativity his past held. 

To witness your fiancé not only work on himself, his trauma, and realize the whole world wasn’t out to get him… that good, loving people exist and want to love and care about him, want to see him live a life free of abuse… what a privilege it’s been, and continues to be.

If there’s anything you’ve learned in the last several months, it’s that no amount of hate or misery can suppress a kind heart; Gator Tillman was proof of that.

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Despite the progress Gator has made, the confirmation of his mother’s passing was pulling him into a darker place, one where he felt isolating was better than talking about it. 

It had been a few weeks since he learned the truth. You’d never push him or anyone to “get over” the sorrow, because it’s cruel and  impossible; everyone just heals at their own pace, plain and simple.

But you didn’t expect him to hide in himself the way he had been, and continued to do.

On a night everyone decided to get drinks on a whim, Gator didn’t feel like going out; he insisted you should still go and spend time with your friends.

You offered to stay home, assured him time and time again you’d rather be home with him and make sure he felt okay, but it almost felt as if he was pushing you to keep your plans the more and more you asked.

It didn’t ease your worry, but lately, Gator’s been on edge, so you figured maybe he just needed some alone time.

Sure enough, the rational thought eventually snowballed into believing he was sick of you.

We’re not even together a year yet, and he’s already tired of me. What if he’s only with me out of pity? Or as a backup option? What if he moves back home? What if he finds someone else? What if—

Letting the ‘what ifs’ run wild wouldn’t help, and you should communicate your anxieties with Gator, but he had so much of his own sorrow to work through, you didn’t want to overwhelm him with your outlandish worries.

So you give him space that night, going out to the bar Miles has been working for the summer with everyone else. At first, the night flows as smoothly as the alcohol; the summer heat settled down with the sunset, making it a perfect night to spend on the bar’s rooftop.

After living most of your life in a state as flat and bare as North Dakota, seeing too far across the horizon for your liking, the sight from a rooftop in the city never grows old for you. You’ve called Brooklyn home for a little over a decade, now, and you can’t imagine how you survived as long as you had before getting out on your own.

Now, sharing that with your best friend, the love of your life, you’re living out a dream life you never knew you wanted.

The anxious thoughts creep back to try to convince you otherwise, even though you usually can handle your alcohol pretty well. It’s rare, but tequila is betraying you tonight, and your feelings start to creep out.

You don’t even realize you’re pouting slightly, looking out to the Manhattan skyline as your gaze glosses over, until Ivy points it out softly.

“Sunshine, what’s wrong, babes?” 

“Hm?” You don’t look away, admiring the glittering lights you’ll never grow tired of. They sparkle even more with the tears in your eyes.

“You were talking about ideas for the wedding!” Flor softly exclaims, trying to bring you back to the excitement you were just in.

Blankly staring at her, you nod after a moment. “Right, yeah. Sorry.” Maybe this could be a distraction for you. Shaking off the uneasy feeling, you bring up one of your favorite ideas so far: “I dunno, maybe it’s silly, but I think it’d be kinda fun to get a ton of disposable cameras, let everyone take photos from their own perspectives, y’know?”

“Are you kidding? That sounds so fun!” Flor exclaims, adding, “I know film is expensive, but I’ll totally chip in to get them developed.”

“Shouldn’t be too bad, since it’ll be a small wedding,” You smile through your anxious thoughts. “I mean, it’s just y’all, Bea, any of y’all partners, and Dot and her family.”

“Have you tried reaching out to your mom?” Ivy asks softly, hand on your arm. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, I get it. It’s okay.”

“I… I talked about it with Gator, but I don’t think that’s a bridge meant to be rebuilt. I’m torn. Gonna wait and think about it.”

“That’s smart. Whatever you decide, we got your back,” Jinx assures, sipping her drink. 

“Thanks, y’all.” You sigh, elbows on the table as you rest your head in your hands. “I wish Willow and Gator’s mom were able to come to the wedding.” You scrunch your eyes shut, shaking your head, “Sorry, we don’t have to get into that. I—“ You push out of your chair, “I’ll be back.”

As you make your way to the bar, chatting with Miles while he makes your drink, you don’t notice the way your friends discuss their concern for you. Ty texts Gator quietly, just to be safe.

You’re finishing your glass minutes after making it back to the table,  trying to drown out the spiraling thoughts.

Ivy pushes a glass of water towards you. “You need to slow down, babes.” You shake your head. “What’s going on?”

“You wanna head back?” Ty asks, pulling your attention back to the group. Even Miles gives you a concerned glance from behind the bar. Jinx hops off her stool to ask Miles for some water for you.

You shake your head, “I’m sorry.” When the words slip, so do the tears. You’re grateful it’s a slow, quiet night in this bar. 

“Did something happen?” Flor asks as Jinx passes some napkins over to you. You grab them, blotting the tears away.

Up until this point, you hid the worry you couldn’t shake. You didn’t want to cause a scene, or make Gator look bad; he was struggling, and any changes in his mood were valid. You had to keep reminding yourself not to think too hard into it. This wasn’t about you. Not at all.

But it didn’t keep your thoughts from spiraling into believing you did something to trigger all of this.

You don’t even realize something slips until everyone grows quiet, eyes on you. “What?”

“You know Gator adores you, right?” Flor breaks the silence first, leading your bleary gaze up to her. 

Me and my big fuckin’ mouth.

“Babes, the two of you better not pull that shit like that meme where you’re about to say your vows and ask if y’all still like each other,” Ty murmurs, and Ivy shoulder checks him, earning a hissed “I’m trying to make her laugh!” 

It still earns a hint of a smile from you, but it’s gone in a flash.

“Have you two talked ‘bout this?” Ivy asks, voice softer than Ty’s. Meanwhile he mouths “Sorry!”

“He’s got so much goin’ on… I can’t add to all of that.”

“It’s good to be considerate of someone else’s struggles, but the two of you are getting married, you’re supposed to be able to talk to your significant other about anything.” Jinx points out wisely. 

Someone’s phone goes off; Ivy pulls hers out, reading a text, “Miles says he agrees with whatever advice we’re giving.” It pulls a sad laugh out of you. She gives a serious glance,“He’s lucky we’re good friends. For all he knows, we could be trying to convince you to shave your eyebrows off and get them tattooed to look like—”

“Eels,” Ty blurts out, shrugging as Ivy quirks a brow his way. 

“Hey, if you want brows that look like eels, you better come to me to get ‘em done,” Jinx snickers.

Another soft, sad giggle floats from your lips. “I love y’all—“ You pause, noticing Gator across the bar. He makes his way over to the group, giving you a sympathetic, half-smile of understanding. Despite the insecurities you just expressed, you can’t help lighting up at the sight of him. “That’s my fiancé!”

“Who is she announcing that to?” Flor whispers with a snicker. Ivy shoots daggers her way, shutting her up immediately.

“Someone’s tipsy,” He chuckles, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “How’re you doing, Darlin’?” It only takes one glance up to him to answer the question; your eyes are sad, glassy, but you’ve got a weary smile as you try pushing past your emotions.

Ivy initiates conversation among everyone else, giving you and Gator space.

Softly, you ask, “Why’d you come now?”

“Wanted to walk ya’ home,” His hand rests on your back, rubbing his thumb back and forth against your exposed skin in this sundress. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Can we go now? M’not feelin’ great.”

“Yeah, f’course.” He grabs your hand, holding you steady as you leave the stool. The two of you give your quick goodbyes, while you miss the way Gator claps Ty’s shoulder, leaning down with a quick “Thanks, man,” while Ty nods, flashing a thumbs up in response.

The walk home isn’t long, but Gator keeps the pace slow for your sake, just to be safe. Hand in hand, you walk down the sidewalk in silence, but it doesn’t last very long.

“Who told you I was sad?”

Gator gives a puzzled glance. “What?”

“M’sorry they made you come out, I didn’t ask, I swear—“

“Darlin’, no apologizin’ for that. I know you didn’t, but I wish you told me you weren’t feelin’ well.” He squeezes your hand in his.

“Oh. I- well I didn’t wanna bother ya’.”

“You’re never botherin’ me—“

You stop dead in your tracks, glaring at Gator with a perplexed stare. 

“Babe, when’d you stop vaping?”

The quick change in conversation makes him snort. “When I got here. Shit’s expensive here, ain’t worth it. Prolly’ bad for my eye, too.”

“How’d I miss that?”

He shrugs, a half-smirk lingering on his features. “Who knows. Maybe you were just too distracted by my handsome face, eh?”

“That’s actually always the reason I’m ever distracted.” Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, and Gator notices.

“If you think that’s bad, wait ‘til I tell ya’ about how distracting my girl is just by existing.” He swings his hand in yours as the two of you arrive home, but his remark earns no smile, no teasing in return. 

Walking the three flights of stairs, you’re quiet, but the second you get through your apartment door, you burst into tears. It kills Gator to see you so upset and not even know why.

“Darlin’, talk to me, tell me what’s goin’ on,” He pulls you towards the couch, and as he sits back, you stumble over your own feet, landing on his lap. “Well, that worked out, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” You sniffle pathetically as you situate yourself on his lap, hugging him while your legs rest on either side of him. “Missed you.”

“Is that what had ya’ upset?” You shake your head, ducking into his shoulder. Gator weaves his hand into your hair, softly pulling you back to look you in the eye. It’s not sexual in the slightest, but he’s surprised you don’t even whimper. “What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

You sit back, still on his lap, but you grab his hands to hold in yours, mindlessly fidgeting with his fingers among your own. 

“Are you happy with me? With us?” Your voice wavers, threatening to break. It makes Gator’s face soften, hands pulling away from yours to lift your chin with one, rest the other around your waist. 

“Am I happy with you? Fuck yeah I am.” His answer pulls a small, short-lived giggle out of you, but doubt washes over you again. “I love us together, darlin’. I’d be miserable without you. I was miserable without you, and every day I’m grateful ya’ gave me a second chance.”

“Are you happy here?”

“I’d be happy anywhere with ya’. Y’know that.” Gator frowns, “Where’s all this comin’ from?”

You shrug, and he shakes his head.

“C’mon, tell me.”

Now you’re on the fence between feeling foolish for ever doubting this relationship or Gator, and the self-doubt and anxiety that’s been eating away at your brain all day. Longer than that, really.

“Are you sick of me?”

He sits up, pulling you closer to him; both of his hands hold your face steady in front of him. 

“Not a chance, darlin’.”

“But today you seemed so… so—“ Everything you want to say is bubbling up your throat at once. “I don’t expect being with you all the time, I- I think space is healthy, I don’t wanna become all co-dependent and shit, but I thought you just wanted me gone— not that— it’s not your fault—“

He sighs, “It ain’t yours, either. Today’s just one of the harder days, but it ain’t ‘cause of you.” You let your head loll into his touch, tears still persistent. “Your anxiety has been rough lately, what’s goin’ on?”

“I just- I— my thoughts won’t shut off, Gator. It got in my head that you were sick of me, so then I was worryin’ you’d leave again,” You’re too worked up to notice the way his face looks physically pained to hear the word ‘again’, “go back home, find someone else— then I kept thinkin’ how if you went back, what if somethin’ else happened to you? 

“Last time you were home, you coulda’ died, a- and if you did, I’d—“ Never mind shutting off, your thoughts won’t even slow down, running every red light. “— if you’re not happy with me, I wouldn’t want you to stay for my sake, I’d want ya’ to be happy wherever, even if it hurts. Just promise me you won’t go home? S’not safe for you there—“

Gator surges forward, finally bringing your anxious thoughts to a stop with a kiss. It’s not too quick, but short enough to get the point across. His lips barely touch yours as he pulls back, nudging his nose against yours.

“Angel, I meant it when said home’s been with you all along,” As you shudder, trying to hold back a sob, he pecks your lips with his, pulling back a little further. “Where we grew up ain’t home to me anymore. It’s here, with you.”

The way he looks at you like you’re his entire world, the way he always calls you ‘Darlin’’ and ‘angel’ with a sweetness laced within, one you only ever heard before he changed, before he walked away. It was still there all along, beneath all the misery he was buried under; it carried a certain warmth that made you feel safe, as kids, as, teenagers, and still does now.

You felt so foolish for ever second guessing that.

“Gator, I’m so sorry—“ He cuts you off with another kiss, short and sweet. 

“No apologies. We’ve both been through too much stuff that leaves a lotta hurt behind. It doesn’t get better overnight, and I ain’t gonna shame ya’ for not feelin’ better by the mornin’.” He’s sincere, voice gentle with a hint of that rasp he gets when he chokes back his own tears. “Maybe we should try therapy together, yeah?”

You lean back, hand on Gator’s forehead as your brows furrow. He looks up with a confused laugh.

“What on earth are ya’ doin’, angel?”

“Just making sure you’re not burnin’ up with a fever,” You murmur, pulling back to lock your gaze with his. “Never thought I’d see you go to therapy, and never once crossed my mind you’d be the one suggesting we go together.”

His face flushes red, “Oh, was that a bad idea?”

“God, no. I think it’s worth a try. You mentioning it is just proof how much progress and growth you’ve made since moving here.” You’re grabbing his face now, still a little tipsy as you squish his cheeks inward, making him laugh. His smile is contagious, playing up on your features, too. “You amaze me every damn day, Gator Tillman.”

He’s misty eyed, pulling you close again to shower your face in soft kisses, slowly moving to your jaw, then your neck. Right as your breaths fall shallow, he pulls away, making you whine.

“You know we’re gettin’ married, right?” He teases softly with a smirk. “Ain’t no way I’d call that off. You’re stuck with me ‘til the end of our days, Darlin’.”

“But what if—“

Gator pulls his phone out of his pocket, thumbing around for a moment before looking up at you. “Gonna show ya’ somethin’ that I know you’ll tease me for forever, but I hope it’s proof that m’serious ‘bout this.”

He hands his phone over to you, and you realize—

“Holy shit, do you— you’re joking, Gator.”

“I’m not, go ‘head, make fun of me,” He says with a grin, hands resting on your hips. 

“Never thought I’d see the day Gator Tillman would… use Pinterest… ?” You crack up, scrolling through the app. “Never in a million years would I think you’d ever make a board for wedding planning— this is a joke, right?”

“Absolutely not. Y’can blame Ty, he got me hooked on that stupid thing. Now I’m constantly savin’ shit like we’re gonna have a wedding with 14 themes, or somethin’.” He laughs along with you. “Asked him if it’d be gay—“

“Gator—“

“I know! I know, it was wrong and slipped, but he corrected me, don’t worry. Lil’ fucker flicked my nose when I asked. Shit hurt.” You’re picturing the scenario, laughing harder.

“Thought maybe one of the girls would’ve talked you into this shit.”

“Oh, c’mon, you have one too,” He grins, kissing your cheek. “Wanna go through ideas tomorrow?”

“Can’t believe how soft you’ve gone on me, Tillman,” Your hand is carding through his hair while the other’s tossing the phone aside. “You’re lucky I got a sweet tooth, ‘cause this is sickeningly sweet, even for you. But yeah… I’d love to do that.”

“We don’t have to decide now, but I was thinkin’… maybe the wedding could be next year?” Gator suggests, admiring the way your face lights up.

“Really? You mean it?”

“Yes I mean it— believe me for once, will ya’?” He chuckles, but it’s short-lived as you kiss him, longer than the last few times he kissed you. 

Your lips part against his as his hand cradles the side of your face; you break the kiss, just enough to murmur, “I think I need more convincing.”

Gator huffs, “Do ya’ now?”

“Yeah,” You catch his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging slowly as you draw out an elongated groan from him. “Just to be safe.”

“You’re not cryin’ anymore, though. I think you believe me enough.” You grind down onto him, watching as Gator’s head falls back with another restrained echo of pleasure. 

“Not cryin’ ‘cause you’re not splitting me open with that fat cock,” Your hands slip under his shirt, running up his torso with a ghosting touch; rolling the fabric up and over his head, a burst of confidence hits you, surging you forward to tease his nipple with your tongue. He whimpers, flexing his hips up into you, but you pin him down with your legs, and he moans, loudly. Your hand slaps over his mouth, shushing him. 

You sit up with a glare, “And you say I’m loud?” 

Gator bucks up into you again, throbbing underneath you. You grin devilishly at him, but it drops when he grabs your chin roughly.

“You’re still drunk, aren’t you?”

“No, m’not!”

“Tipsy?”

“… A lil’,” You admit shyly, but the shyness falls away quickly. “Why? You wish I was drunk so y’could do whatever y’wanted with me?”

Releasing your face, Gator smirks, diving into the crook of your neck before sucking roughly along your skin. You gasp, rolling your hips into him; he slides a hand between your legs, cupping your heat under your dress, groaning in such a guttural way, it nearly makes you gush.

“Y’didn’t wear anything underneath?”

You shake your head, rolling your hips again to feel his hand against your clit. His eye rolls back at the feeling of you already dripping down his fingers.

“Darlin’… why’d you do that if I was stayin’ home?”

“Was hoping you’d—“ You grip his wrist as he slips a finger into you, jaw falling to the floor as he curls it just right. “Y- you’d come anyway, or it’d be a surprise when I got h- home, at least.” His brow quirks before he pushes another finger in; your head lolls back, falling prey to the imminent orgasm he’ll give if he keeps this up. 

“Yeah? That why you’re always wearing these cute lil’ sundresses ‘round me?”

“Uh-huh, easy access for ya’, babe.” Without warning, he slides a third finger in. You grip his wrist tighter, eyes screwing shut as your head falls forward. “Oh, god— fuck, Gator!” He pulls the top of your dress down, nearly coming untouched when he discovers you wore absolutely nothing under the dress, top to bottom. He watches the skin around your nipples pebble, leading to the sensitive nubs to grow even harder from the usual state the piercings hold them in.

“My girl’s so needy, huh? It’s a shame I stayed home, coulda’ really enjoyed playin’ with ya’ at the bar.” You clench around his fingers, earning a mischievous chuckle from him. “Next time.”

“P - promise?”

“Mhm. And next time, I’ll fuck ya’ right before we leave,” He presses the heel of his palm against your clit, setting off a wave of shivers and whimpers out of you. “Cum in that tight, pretty pussy of yours, and make ya’ leave the house with nothin’ on underneath. Spend the rest of the night tryin’ not to drip everywhere like the greedy lil’ brat you are.”

“Oh g- god, oh my god, oh my fucking god—“

“Does that convince ya’? That enough?” He’s smirking while watching you unravel at the seams. “Of course it ain’t enough. Nothin’s enough for my greedy brat.”

Your body shakes, eyes rolling back as your nails dig into his arm, practically riding his fingers at this point.

“That’s okay, though. Gonna be mine forever, yeah? Got all the time in the world to make ya’ cum, over, and over, and over… ” You nod mindlessly, heat spreading throughout every inch of your being. “Gonna give ya’ what ya’ want… what y’need, forever. Make you cum ‘til you pass out, give in to every filthy fantasy y’have—”

“M’yours, I’m yours Gator, all yours,” You’re a babbling wreck, just on the edge of your high. “Gonna give you— ohmygod— give y- you everything y’need, too.”

“I know you will, Darlin’, ‘cause you’re my good girl,” Gator’s face presses close to yours, lips barely touching. “C’mon, cum for me. Wanna get ya’ soaked before I fuck ya’ dumb.”

Nearly screaming, Gator crashes his lips against yours, swallowing your filthy, desperate noises as you gush all over his hand. You flutter and clench around his fingers while convulsing as you ride your high out. You’re fucked out. Beyond it. All from his fingers.

Pulling back, he grins as he finds you panting, practically drooling all over yourself.

“How y’feelin’?”

You fall forward into him, laughing breathily. “I think I just died and went to—“ as he pulls his fingers out, he brushes against your clit; you’re sensitive enough for another high to pull you in quickly. You cry out, and Gator doesn’t shut you up in time before your sound echoes around the apartment. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” He groans while his hand comes up into view, slick and sticky from your arousal. He leans in to clean your release off his fingers, but you lean in too, doing the exact same. Between his fingers, your tongues touch. When the two of you realize what you had done, you’re both whining and whimpering at the sight of one another.

“That was disgusting,” Gator groans, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, swapping spit and your slick. He breaks the kiss, panting “So fuckin’ hot, Angel.”

You’re lost in a daze, slumping forward into him once more. “Wanna fuck you,” You murmur, giving lazy kisses to his neck.

“You’re too fucked out,” He breathily laughs, kissing your forehead. “Maybe y’should go to sleep.”

“Only if you let me cockwarm you,” You’re slurring your words, but you’re mostly intoxicated from the two orgasms that tore through you, and maybe the tiny bit of tequila still in your system.

Gator’s cock kicks underneath you, restrained from the fabric of his pants.

“Fuck, okay, yeah,” He pushes you off of him gently, holding you up as he rises to his feet. You’re wobbly as he leads you upstairs to the bedroom. You’re perfectly content with collapsing on the bed, still in your dress, but Gator helps you out of it.

“You’re so good to me, Gator.”

“M’just helping you change, ain’t that big of a deal, Darlin’.” He chuckles, but you shake your head. 

“Not that, I mean with everything. It was silly of me to even think you didn’t want to be together anymore. I’m so—“

“What’d I say?” He throws your dress to the floor, hand resting on your hip, caressing the plushy curve with his thumb. The other hand cradles the side of your face. Your eyes flutter shut over his touch. “No apologies, right?”

You nod languidly, glimpsing at him through lust-heavy lids, “Right.”

Gator leans in, kissing your forehead and lingering for a moment, admiring the little sigh of satisfaction you release.

“Lay down for me, Darlin’.” You follow his order, sighing happily as you hit the mattress. He strips quickly, climbing into bed next to you. Without being told, you turn on your side as he spoons you, cock dripping with precum as he teases your folds with it.

“I’ll never get tired of you. Never get tired of— holy shit—“ Your breath hitches as he sinks into you. “— o- of makin’ you feel good. Never gonna get sick of how good you feel, takin’ my cock like a good girl.”

You whimper, clenching around him as he nestles deep, as far as he can go. You feel so full, head falling back onto his shoulder as he holds your hips in place.

“I know, Darlin’, must be hard to be patient when all you wanna do is ride me, huh?” He kisses up the back of your neck, with a tauntingly slow pace. Reaching the spot right behind your ear, he leaves one last kiss that forces you to shiver.

“Earlier, y’mentioned if I wished you were still drunk so I could do whatever I wanted… that somethin’ you’re into?”

You tighten around him, pulling a sigh out of him as he nuzzles into your hair. His hands snake up your exposed figure, toying with your tits again.

“Mhm… or if you got me fucked up in the first place.” You reach a hand back, gripping into his hip while rolling your ass back against him. He doesn’t stop you from moving this time. “Make me all dumb before y’even touch me, make me do whatever y’want.”

Gator pulsates against your walls as he stifles a groan, “I can do that without the alcohol, Angel. You’re easy to please once you’re all blissed out, n’shit.” He lazily snaps his hips into you, tugging at your piercings to make you squirm.

“What happened t- to keeping still?”

“Later,” He pants, keeping a slow and steady pace. 

“We never last long with this shit,” You breathily laugh, but it dissolves into a whine as he hits your sweet spot. Though you love this position, an idea pops into your head. “Baby, wait.”

His thrusts stop, “You okay?” You nod, pulling yourself off of him, and he lets you but there’s a strangled groan at the loss of your warmth deep in his throat.

“Sit up,” You point to the pillows, and Gator does, head resting back on the wall behind the bed. 

“You’re not gon’ cuff me again, are ya’?” His length twitches at his own words, tip rosy and leaking precum with need. 

You shake your head with a smirk, straddling him, rubbing your folds along his shaft. He shudders out an “Oh, fuck.”

“No, just wanna show y’somethin’.” You sink down onto him with ease, still soaked from before. He whimpers, completely sheathed in your warmth, trying to buck up, but you hold his legs down, staying seated and still.

“Darlin’, don’t do this to me again,” He groans, kicking against your smooth, tight walls. “What’d you wanna show me?”

Your hips roll forward, earning more sweet noises from Gator. As you slowly ride him, you lean your forehead into his, breathing with a still fucked-out smile, “How much I love you.”

That pulls out the whiniest moan from him. Grabbing your face in his hand, he pulls you into a kiss, soft and slow while you grab his shoulders, in need of balance.

As you pull away, Gator grins at you sweetly, but when his gaze falls to where the two of your bodies meet, he groans shamelessly. “Love you s’much, so- oh my god—“ You lean back, finding a delicious angle that pleases you both. His hands roam your curves, “Feels so good, angel.”

You return to him, lips on his neck in an instant, murmuring, “Gonna let me make y’feel good forever?”

Gator chuckles sleepily, “Until the day our joints get too old for shit like this.”

You giggle against his skin, nipping softly before sucking the sore spots. The vibrations of your laugh make the love bites so much sweeter. 

“I’d get a hip replacement for you,” You quip, muffling more giggles into his neck.

“That’s peak romance, right there,” He snorts, head lolling back against the wall.

Kisses trail along his jawline, bringing him back into the intimate moment. “I’d do a- anything for you, you know that, right?” Your hips move faster as you grind down, brushing your clit against him every so often, making you jolt. 

“I’d do anythin’ for you, Darlin’.” Gator’s lips are on yours again as he thrusts up into you, matching your pace. “I’m all yours,” He moans your name, with a string of curses to follow. “Y’have me, forever.”

He leans down to your chest, tongue tracing around one nipple, the other with his fingers. His touch is tender and playful, causing your back to arch, pushing you closer to him. His fingers and lips switch places; he glances up at you as he laps at the sensitive bud, and something about the eye contact pushes you to the edge, but not over it yet.

“You have me forever, too, Gator— oh— f- fuck— please…”

Gator pulls away, spit trailing from his lips to your peaked nub, leaving your piercing glistening with the slick. Feeling your walls tighten around him, he toys with your clit, watching your head fall back in a silent cry. Walls fluttering, your hips jerk gracelessly as you finally reach your high. 

You’re drained as he continues to chase his own high; his arms wind and lock around you, pulling you close as he hammers up into you, grunting in your ear as your head rests on his shoulder.

“Gonna— m’gonna— “

You force yourself back up to watch, rasping out, “Cum for me, Gator.” You grab his face, though tired, you still look so angelic to him. “Be good f’me… fill me up, make me yours.”

Distant voices float up from the stairwell, right as Gator’s crying out. You slap your hand back over his mouth, riding him even faster. Tears line his eye as it rolls back and he spills into you, shaking and moaning roughly in the palm of your hand. His entire face is red as he pulsates within you, coating your walls.

Gator pushes your hand away as he comes down, catching your lips in his, savoring a soft, blissed out kiss. You pull back, panting against him with a smirk.

“What was that about you fuckin’ me dumb?” He gives an eye roll before pinching your ass. “Hey!” He grins tiredly.

“I love you. I love us. I love our life together.” He whispers, lips still lingering on yours. “And m’gonna love it, and us, and you forever. And if you keep questioning that, I guess we’ll just have to fuck it out all over again.”

“I mean… if we have to…”

Lazily, he slaps your ass, triggering a yelp out of you, followed by sleepy laughter, “C’mon, brat, let’s clean up and go t’bed. We got big plans tomorrow.”

With a groan, you roll off of him; he gets up first, helping you up on wobbly legs.

The simple moments between memories of intimacy, the domestic undertones, with or without the teasing banter— they’re becoming more and more precious to you as time carries on.  

There was point where you couldn’t imagine life with Gator, but now, you can’t imagine your life without him. He’s always expressing gratitude for the second chance you gave him, but you don’t say enough how thankful you are, and always will be, that he was willing to trust you and restart his life for the better.

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By sunrise, you’re startled awake by a blaring alarm, you try sitting up, until you find Gator slumped over you, still deep in sleep while drooling on your chest. 

“Gator, get up,” You’re hissing as you try shoving him off of you, but he nuzzles into you, arms wrapping around tightly.“I gotta shut that damn alarm off!”

Maybe choosing the most obnoxious alarm sound did its job; you’re up on the first round of its tone, but the longer it continues to screech through the apartment, the more irritated you become.

“Tillman, if you don’t let me go, I’ll bite you.”

He giggles tiredly, content in his spot, still half asleep and unbothered by the ear piercing nuisance. “That a promise, Darlin’?”

With an eye roll and an exaggerated groan, you shove him off of you, leaving him to flop onto the pillows with a whine. Stumbling across the room, you grab your phone off the dresser, turning off the horrid alarm for good. 

“Did you put this over here last night?”

“Uh-huh, smart, right?” He continues to bury himself back under the covers with a sigh as he relaxes again. “That way we’d have to get up.”

“What’s this ‘we’ business? I’m the one who got up!”

“Y’did,” He chuckles, like a damn brat, thinking he won. He doesn’t hear you come back over as he continues his taunting, “M’so proud of you— hey!”

Gator sits up with the grumpiest expression as you yank the covers back. It’s honestly hilarious to watch him pout so humorously while he’s still completely naked.

Then again, you must equally look like a fool with your hair disheveled after rolling out of bed, also still naked, now holding the sheets back with a devilish grin.

“What time is it?” He grabs your phone from your hands, answering his own question. “6? In the morning? Angel, what the hell’s wrong with ya’?”

“The beach gets crowded fast! All the tourists make finding a spot annoying, so we gotta go in a bit.” Then you add, “Plus, there’s the ride there—“

“Ain’t it like, 20 minutes? That ain’t bad.”

“Yeah, but the to—“

“Oh, c’mon, like you’re not a technically a glorified tourist.”

His backwards logic has you barking out a short laugh. “Babe, that’s not the same, like, at all. Also, what are you, then?!”

“Okay, fine, what’s the other word?”

“Transplant?”

“Yeah, that—“

“For the record, Tillman, I’ve lived here for over a decade now, I think I have enough seniority to not be called that,” You’re losing the battle of trying to hold back more giggles. “Besides, you’re living here for what, half a year? Shut it.”

He sighs, shaking his head and shrugging, “Well, alright, if ya’ insist,” Leaning forward quickly, he grabs you by the waist, tugging you back into bed. You hit the mattress with a yelp.

“Gator!”

“What? You said I needed to shut up,” He grins, a trace of sleepiness still gracing his features. 

“Yeah, but…” You trail off while Gator kisses softly down your neck, wandering further down, taking his time to tease your sensitive spots with his tongue. 

“S’okay, Darlin’, I got a perfect way to do that,” He drags his lips down your hips in wet kisses, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs as he pushes them apart.

“But we gotta get ready…” Your words twist into a whine as he creeps up your thighs with more kisses, leaving a few bites in between. 

“We got time, right?”

“Uh—“ Gator cuts you off as he drags his nose along your clit, following with a teasing lap of his tongue. Your words vanish as your back arches. 

“What was that?” Again, he licks a long, slow stripe up your folds before teasing your core with open-mouthed, wet kisses. Your hands find their way into his hair, tugging lightly to bring his face closer to your core.

“W- we— Gator… don’t stop, don’t—“ You slap your hand over your face to muffle your moans, but he tugs your arm back down. Arms hooked under your legs, he grabs your wrists, pinning them to the bed. 

“Say it.” The noises he makes between your slick and his spit are obscene, slurping your arousal as it drips into his mouth.

“We g- got time,” You grab his wrists in return, hips rolling as you grind against his face; a strangled moan hangs in the balance between your lungs and the oxygen around you, waiting to catch the sound and send it across the apartment.

“Good girl,” He groans, taking his time as he softly tongues at your clit, lips wrapping around to suck gently. “Just gotta stay quiet for me, angel. Think you can do that?” 

You bite down onto your bottom lip, whining muffled as you tense under his skillful tongue; silently, you nod, eyes twisting shut.

Gator pulls back, biting your thigh roughly, watching with a dark gaze as you gasp, eyes flying back open.

“Eyes on me, Darlin’.” He gets back to work, humming against your clit, adding vibrations that reverberate through your entire being as you shake. Still, you force yourself to watch him as you begin falling apart. “That’s it, just like that. Good girl.”

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The beach— Coney Island— wasn’t far, just a short commute away from where you lived on the opposite side in Brooklyn. Still, as you pitched a giant umbrella in the sand, Gator admits defeat.

“Alright, fine. You were right, it does get crowded pretty fast,” He helps you shove the pole into the sand, securing the umbrella. 

“S’only gonna get worse, it’s supposed to get real hot today.”

The group put up a few more umbrellas so everyone had sun protection, with Jinx warning everyone, “You all better wear your damn sunscreen today. I don’t wanna hear anyone whining that their ink is fading.”

“Okay, tattoo mom, we get it.” Ty teases, throwing his shirt off happily. His top surgery scars weren’t a concern to him; he was just happy to be himself, finally. Even if that meant being shirtless at the beach.

He’s grinning at you and Gator, like a proud little brother, until Jinx literally slaps a handful of sunscreen onto his back. “Whoa!” You snort while he flips you off.

Jinx is having none of it, “I mean it, Tyler. You better—“

“Nuh-uh, no full name shit!”

Ivy glares at the two, leaning back in her beach chair while plugging her ears with her headphones. “Children.”

Everyone ends up doing their own thing while you and Gator take your time, but you notice he’s acting a little… off. 

Tilting your sunglasses down, you glance at him, “You wanna head in?”

Gator hesitates, sitting back on his hands with his legs out on the beach towel. His incredibly dark sunglasses hide any certainty of his expression, making it hard for you to read him.

“I…” He’s staring out to the water, and slowly you start to notice the way he ever so slightly cringes at the waves crashing.

You sit next to him, leaning closer as you kiss his shoulder.

“What’s up?”

“I’ve never…” Gator shakes his head, looking down at the sand. “It’s dumb.”

“Hey, we talked about this, love.” You reach for his hand, lacing it in yours. Your palms are warm and a little slippery from the sunscreen, but he doesn’t pull back. “If it upsets you, it’s not dumb. I won’t ever judge you for that.”

He nods, his other hand sandwiching yours between his other.

“Kinda freaks me out… all that water, and shit,” He laughs nervously, shaking his head. “Ain’t it deep?” 

“Not unless you go out really, really far.”

“Don’t people get pulled under waves?”

“It can happen, but if you’re safe and know your limits, you’ll be okay.”

“It’s just so… so different from the lakes we’d go to as kids, y’know?”

“It is, but it can be just as fun.” You’re taking your time with him, knowing how overwhelming it can be to jump into something you fear all at once, and quite literally, too. “But if you’re not comfortable, you don’t have to go in. I can stay up here with you, we can just hang out, do our own thing. Or go up to the boardwalk! Whatever you wanna do, I wanna do.”

Gator’s quiet as he thinks, squeezing your hand. “If you wanna go in, don’t let me stop ya’. I know you’ve been lookin’ forward to today.”

You shrug, smiling warmly at him. “I was excited for you to see the ocean for the first time, that’s all. I can come here any time, but I won’t force you—“

“No, you’re not forcing me. Promise. I like this. I think it’s just the idea of gettin’ swept away that scares me.” He sounds so… small. Like he’s shrinking inside himself. 

You’ve seen Gator scared before, but usually it was trauma based. It wasn’t usually your average, rational fear of the unknown, and it’s unfamiliar to watch unfold, yet still deserves to be approached with caution and care all the same.

“Tell ya’ what, if you wanna try it out, I’ll go with ya’. Take it super slow, no pressure. If you hate it, we can come back up here. I’ll hold your hand if y’want, too.” 

Sighing loudly, he shakes off his nerves. “Should give it a shot, y’know, just to say I did.”

You try restraining your face from breaking into a grin, afraid you’ll scare him off from the idea.

The two of you make it to the water, standing on the very edge, where what’s left of every wave might reach.

“Oh… that’s… that ain’t so scary.” With hands laced together, you gently lead him into the water with you, inch by inch. 

Right now, the waves softly crash over your feet, and he’s startled at first by how easy it is to sink into the sand if you stay in one place for a while. But he laughs off his nerves, pulling you into the water a little more on his own.

“S’chilly,” he shivers, holding your hand tightly, but his lips are slowly curving upward. He’s got a pure, childlike wonder as he experiences the ocean waves for the first time. The waves rock over your ankles, adding a bit more pressure with each push of the water, but he’s not frightened.

“Opal, I’m not going out that far, you goof!” The two of you glance over to Bea and her partner not too far off; Opal’s already waist deep while Bea waves her off with a chuckle. She spots the pair of you, wading over in the ankle deep waves. 

“I think Opal’s part fish,” You joke, and Bea rolls her eyes.

“If she could, she’d live in the water like a dang mermaid,” She quips, glancing up at Gator. “How’s your first beach day goin’, kid?”

“Intimidating… but it ain’t so bad. Sunshine’s been makin’ it easier on me,” He grins to you, hand still gripping yours, but not so much with fear anymore. It’s more with certainty, just happy to be here, be anywhere, with you.

Bea smirks over at you, “She makes everything easier, huh?”

“Oh, y’all, shush!” You lean down, allowing the ocean to wash over your hand before flicking some water at them both. Bea scoffs out a laugh while Gator grows quiet. You worry you’ve done something wrong, until he looks back at Bea.

“Bea, m’sorry, I have to take care of somethin’,” He glances back at you, brows raised before leaning down to splash water back up at you. 

The water’s cold on your face, and you gasp. “Gator!”

“No, you do what you gotta do, kid.” She teases, laughing and wandering back to Opal. “Sunshine, you’re in trouble.” Meanwhile, Gator comes closer, but you back into the water further.

“Don’t you dare—“

“What? You started it,” He inches towards you, and you run back a few feet; that only starts a chase, with Gator sprinting after you as the two of you continue splashing each other. “Someone’s gotta finish it!”

Where the two of you run around and play is relatively open, the least crowded part of the beach. It’s like you’re kids again, teasing and taunting one another in pure fun, laughter rising loudly above the sounds of waves crashing and chatter among beach-goers.

Gator finally catches up to you, arms wrapping around you, laughing in your ear, “Got ya’ now, Sunshine.”

“I let you catch up.”

“Yeah, sure ya’ did.” Despite his eye being hidden by his sunglasses, his tone ensures there’s an eye roll paired with his retort.

Catching your breath, you admire the way the sunshine glitters across the water, but then it dawns on you. “Hey, did you notice where we ended up?”

“What?” Gator glances around and, oh— there’s water everywhere. The two of you are in up to your chests. At first, he tenses up, but you wrap your arms back around him.

“I’m right here, you’re safe, love.” Your voice brings him back from his panic, nodding.

“Yeah… yeah, m’always safe with you, Darlin’.” He holds you in the water, appreciating how warm you are in the cold waves. The water’s not rough out here, and the rocking is actually soothing to him. “This is really… nice.” He kisses your cheek softly, “Lil’ scary… but nice.”

“M’proud of ya’, Gator.” You kiss him, feeling his grin against your own, salt water dripping from his face. Pulling back, you check in, “Are you doing okay?”

“I’m at the beach for the first time, all our friends are here, you’re here, and also such a babe in that swimsuit,” You’re laughing, splashing him playfully again. His smile never falters. “I’’d say I’m doin’ great, Darlin’.”

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The day flew by quickly, spent between the beach and the boardwalk, and the two amusement parks. Out of everyone in the group, you and Gator were the only ones left, ending the night on the Wonder Wheel.

With the blazing July sun setting, and the ocean’s breeze, it was cooler up on the ferris wheel. You were both worn out from being in the sun and waves all day, and though you were looking forward to crashing in bed, you were enjoying the peace of this moment— in a stationary car, not the swinging ones— with him. 

The lights from the rides illuminate Gator’s face, sleepy and a little rosy, sun-kissed, but he looks so happy. He looks happier most days than not since moving out here. Even despite the heavy, life-altering news he received the week before, he was coping in healthier ways than he would have back in the Midwest.

But right now, there’s a different kind of calm radiating from him.

“I really needed today,” He breaks the comfortable silence, tearing his gaze away from the lights below to lock his gaze with yours. To this day, that soft expression he gives in moments like these still make your tummy flutter wildly. “Thanks, Darlin’. Sorry we didn’t get to talk ‘bout wedding stuff today.”

“S’alright,” You shrug, leaning into him while cupping the side of his face. Your thumb brushes along his cheekbone as your lips barely rest on his with a smirk, “We got time.”

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[arlathavellan]

Phantom Pains | III

Fandom: ACOTAR

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Reader: she/her, (3/4-High Fae, 1/4-Tartera), Y/N used

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2.7k

Something is... wrong. Time missing, memories missing, thoughts missing. Wondering where things both big and small disappeared to, like the dress you were working on or even the past seventeen hours of your day. Something is very wrong, and the thought seems to slip your mind as soon as it comes. || Azriel has been a part of your life for years now, and has been courting you since the fall of Hybern. Only, things don't seem to be as simple as you'd both assumed they'd be. It seems someone thought you were the weak link-- the easy ticket to infiltrating the inner circle through its spymaster. And maybe you are.

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All Azriel ever wanted was to keep you safe. From the moment he first saw you, he knew you were something precious, something to be protected. Convinced he knew best how, he kept you away from the inner court, away from the side of himself he was afraid you would turn from in fear. His hubris and shame kept you away from the people who could protect you while he was gone.

Cas and Mor had wanted to be introduced to you years ago, before things were even official between the two of you. Afraid it would only put a target on your back, he let himself pretend it was better for you to never cross paths with that part of his life.

After the war, he started to let his guard down. Mor would commission gowns from you, both supporting you and building a professional relationship as a compromise to respect Azriel's boundaries. When he eventually decided it was time to officially introduce you to everyone, he went to Feyre first, thinking it would be easiest for you to connect artist-to-artist rather than let one of the others completely overwhelm you. She was happy to agree, and excited at the prospect of helping ease you into their family. When she finally got her dress, it brought your little shop more attention than you'd had since coming to own it. The way your face lit up when you told him about having to hire someone to help you out helped reassure him that he'd made the right choice. He wanted nothing more than to introduce you to the rest of his loved ones, knowing they'd love you almost as much as he did.

It was obvious to them all how much you meant to Azriel.

It was obvious to everyone who knew who he was that you were the Spymaster's weakness.

That was his mistake; growing too comfortable with the bubble of peace that had existed undisturbed around the two of you. When he was with you, he let himself imagine he was someone else, someone with less blood on his hands.

He never should have forgotten, never should have let his guard down. It didn't matter how many times he'd been able to walk you home with no issue— every moment you were seen with him was a public admittance that you were important to him. Azriel could never be a normal illyrian, never act like it was possible to separate the parts of himself. Every waking moment he was the Shadowsinger, the Spymaster. His love for you didn't keep you safe, it only made you a target. Everything he did to put a smile on your face made it that much easier for others to hurt you.

——

Azriel is on his way back from his mission when Rhysand gets in contact with him.

Come home, he says. Now.

He tries to ask questions. Anxiety swirls in the pit of his stomach as he flies, any response met with a resounding silence.

The mission had been underwhelming, the intel he'd gotten no more than cold tracks leading straight to a dead end. Whispers of rebellion, more faeries foolish enough to act out against Rhysand moreso because of what he is than what he's done. There was nothing when he'd gotten there, just a long-abandoned camp that left no clues behind. His shadows couldn't find anything either, returning just to whisper confusion in his ear. While he was ready to call it and go home, he didn't feel right dropping the thread without seeing where it might really end. After a week of searching, he felt like he'd been run in circles, and told Rhysand he was coming back to Velaris empty-handed. It seemed to be a routine the past year, a lot of low-effort surveillance that seemed to result in nothing.

Not even a souvenir? He'd joked.

He wasn't joking now.

"What's going on?" He asks in response, scanning the room. The atmosphere of the house is low, and it has all of his senses on high alert. "Is everyone okay?"

Azriel lands on the balcony of the Town House. If it were official Court business, Rhysand would be in the House of Wind. But the Town House? This was family business. He opened the doors swiftly, some of his shadows immediately fanning out to sweep the residence.

"Az," Cassian calls, voice tight and shoulders tensed as he practically marches towards him.

Shadows curl at his neck, overloading him with information. He winces, unable to sift through it all at once. They're panicked, some moving around the room so fast they're knocking chairs into the table and toppling over vases. The noise draws another person into the room as Cassian steadies him by his shoulders.

Room, he can barely make out in their desperate jumble of cries. Your room, your room. Five in house. Three in room. High Lord, doctor, sw—

"Azriel!" Mor cries, ducking around Cassian's wings to help hold him straight as his shadows continue their barrage of information, nearly knocking him off his feet in their haste.

Five in house. Three in room.

"Mor, grab a chair before they knock him down—" High lord.

"We don't have time—" Doctor.

"—just get Rhys—" Sweetheart.

Silence falls over the room as his shadows still in a single breath. His wide eyes meet Cassian's, flicker over to Mor's distressed, tear-streaked face, and the pieces fall into place.

"Y/N?" he breathes, terror gripping his chest.

Hands reach for him once more, mouths opening in explanation, but as his knees buckle, the light is sucked out of the room in an instant, and he's gone.

——

"Now," you say, making a few final adjustments to the garment in front of you. "There's still some work to be done, mostly alterations, but it will absolutely be done in time for the party."

The woman behind you is absolutely giddy, facing away until you give the word.

"Before we get started on all that, I know you mentioned you wanted a draping that was loose and flowy, but I was worried the fabric might snag on your jewelry." You explain. "So It's still a loose drape, but a little less than what I first showed you when we were picking out fabrics."

She lets out an impressed 'ooo' as you explain. "That's so smart; I can't wear my chunky bracelets with half my dresses. My lady, I defer to your judgment."

Letting out a laugh, you fluff out the skirt in preparation for its presentation. "Okay! Now, three, two—"

"—one!" Mor cuts off, spinning around to see the dress. Her hands fly up to her mouth as she bounces on her feet. "Yes, yes! Oh, Y/N, it's even better than I imagined."

Pride wells up in your chest as she moves closer to see the gown, but a wave of confusion washes over you as you sway slightly on your feet. She… liked the dress? No. No, she didn't like the dress. This isn’t what happened. Your head spins as you watch Mor fuss over the skirt, playing with the fabric to have the gemstones on the inner layers catch on the light like stars.

You ran out of that fabric. There wasn't enough left for a full skirt, so you had to go without it. You stumble backwards towards the wall, but nothing catches you. Panic grips your throat as you float weightlessly, and everything is drowned in black.

It's okay, a voice whispers in your mind. You're alright. I need to see what memories they locked away so I can figure out what they were looking for.

Memories… that was a memory? But that didn't happen. You try to close your eyes tightly against the darkness, but you feel nothing. Light floods your vision, and suddenly you're sitting on your couch alone.

"Hello?" You call, voice shaking. "Who's there?"

"I suppose an explanation is in order, now that you're here." The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere at once, until an unfamiliar faerie steps out of the shadows with his hands raised.

You stand unsteadily as he moves closer.

"My name is Rhysand, though you can just call me Rhys," he says.

"While I wish the circumstances were better, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/N."

"Rhysand…" you mutter, feeling feint. "Azriel's brother?"

A fond expression crosses his face. "Not typically the first title that comes to mind for people, but I must admit it's refreshing."

The couch behind you seems to beckon you once more, and he has no objections when you sit back down. "What's going on?"

"I thought this might be easier to digest." A chair you certainly don't own appears on the other side of the coffee table for him to take a seat. "We're in your head right now. I can't say I've ever tried something like this, but I quite like it. Although I believe your mind may be doing most of the heavy lifting, so we don't have much time."

Holding your hands out, your flip them over as you curl your fingers. Everything has a bit of a smoky quality to it, like it would all disappear with a gust of wind, and feels the same sluggish consistency as your shadows.

"What… happened?" Quiet as your voice is, he seems to hear you perfectly well.

His gaze is pained when you look back up at him, eyebrows pinched as he tries to explain. "From what I can tell, someone has gotten access to your mind, and had been taking and altering your memories. I don't know for what purpose, so I've been trying to see what they've hidden to try and figure it out. Do you know when this may have started?"

The answer comes to you immediately, the incident having weighed on your mind since it happened. "I lost a few hours a little over a month ago. Azriel found me standing in the street."

Something passes over his face, and the moment of silence that follows has dread building in your gut.

"Az spoke to me about that night," he says softly, almost slowly. It reminds you of that moment with Mor, before everything in your head exploded. He opens his mouth to speak once more, but his attention is snapped elsewhere. Looking to the side, his expression twists with confusion and anger. "Someone's trying to break through my wards. I'll be back soon; let your mind rest, and we'll continue once you've regained your strength."

"Wait—" you lurch forward, reaching for him, but you continue falling forward as everything you see dissipates.

Your existence feels lighter and lighter, until you feel nothing at all.

——

Azriel feels the wards fighting him, digging under his skin as his shadows slip through cracks that aren’t there. He’s never tried to travel within the house like this, never had need to, but with his shadows guiding him to you he had no complaints.

His room explodes with darkness as he finally lands on his feet, the sound of an older woman screaming in shock filling his ears before they all congregated around his bed. Looking around frantically, he took stock of the occupants of the room.

Madja stood by his dresser, hastily straightening bottles of medicines and salves that had been knocked askew by his arrival. By his bed, stepping back from the writhing mass of darkness, was Rhys, with a displeased expression.

“What happened?” he asks before the High Lord can speak.

Rhys sighs, rubbing between his brows as they pinch together. “Was that you, bursting through my wards?”

“Rhys,” Azriel hisses.

“You were right,” Rhys says, leveling him with a look that urged him to try and stay calm. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you then, Az. But we can fix it, now.”

The ground seems to fall out from beneath his feet. Stumbling forward, the Spymaster catches himself on the foot of his bed, shadows curling up his arms.

“She’s had multiple memories locked away, and when Mor caught on…”

Azriel looks up at him, wanting him to finish but not wanting to hear the words.

“It was a Daemati.”

The breath leaves his lungs, and the illyrian curls in on himself at the jolt of pain that shoots through his chest. A steady hand grasps his shoulder, grounding him.

“She’s alright, now. I’ve shut them out of her head so they can’t do any further damage, but…” he trails off, as if it might ease the blow.

Azriel understands the implication loud and clear. “But they’ve already caused damage.” He digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, taking deep breaths as Rhys sighs. The only sounds in the room are his breaths, the rustling of his sheets, and the near-silent clacking of Madja’s equipment. “How bad is it?”

Rhys’ hand twists on his shoulder as he moves to sit beside him on the bed. “She may have some residual issues with memory loss in the future. I didn’t get very far, but they’ve locked numerous memories away, most pertaining to interactions with you or Mor.”

The silence that follows is somehow more tense than the last, and when Azriel finally straightens back up to look at Rhys, the expression that greets him is pained.

“When I asked her when she began to have issues relating to her memory… she claimed that you found her standing in the street a little over a month ago.”

A month ago. Had you really been suffering for so long unnoticed that you’d lost so much time? Everything he’d just chalked up to stress about the customer influx, and you were missing three months worth of memories. What had they even left for you?

He turns to look over his shoulder at you, his shadows parting just enough for him to see you sleeping peacefully in his bed.

“I’m keeping her unconscious for now,” Rhys tells him. “It will give her mind time to rest and heal itself, so I don’t do more harm than good.” His hand squeezes his shoulder, turning his attention back to him. “With the depth and frequency of attack… they have to be somewhere in the city, Az. Somewhere close to her.”

His fists clench tightly in his sheets, a low-bubbling rage festering in his gut. “Someone in Velaris did this?”

“We opened our gates to Hewn city,” Mor calls from the doorway. The two turn to look at her, a heavy weight settling upon the room at her words. “We should start with any frequent visitors, see who spends a lot of time in her part of the Palace of Thread and Jewels.”

“The intel we’ve been getting,” Azriel says, voice raspy. “Almost a year of nothing.”

Rhys answers with a dawning dread. “Someone wanted you out of the city. Away from her.”

He shares a look with Mor as Azriel stands from his bed and storms out of his room, half of his shadows rushing after him.

——

Cassian is downstairs to meet him at the door. “Don—“

“Move, Cas,” he snarls, stopping in front of him.

“Think, Az. If you go tearing through the streets of Velaris—“ an attempt to shoulder past him is stopped with a hard shove, “—they’ll be in the wind before you can find them.”

The two have their stand-off, Azriel’s siphons beginning to burn as Mor makes it back downstairs, Rhys close behind.

“You’re needed here, Az.” She’s met with a glare, hazel eyes dark. “Don’t give me that. You know we need to narrow our search down so they don’t see us coming.”

Rhys steps forward with a subtle tilt of his head. Azriel’s gaze snaps towards him, brow cocking as he waits for a third iteration of the same argument. “Y/N needs you here, with her.”

Silence falls between them, a battle of wills crackling the air around them. Darkness creeps up his legs, his torso, curling around his neck to voice their deliberation.

Sweetheart, they say. Alone, hurt, with us, safe, sweetheart, safe.

He closes his eyes with a heavy, weary sigh, shoulders dropping and siphons fading. A heavy hand lands on his shoulder from behind.

“We’ll find the son of a bitch who did this,” Cassian promises. “And then they’re all yours.”

He opens his eyes for a moment, searching for deep blue. Rhys’ gaze meets his, darkening as he nods his confirmation.

“You’d do the same for me, brother,” he says. In a moment unshared with the others, the rest goes unspoken.

If it were Feyre lying there. If it were my mate instead.

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Here I am falling into my old dialogue-heavy traps! I was going to queue this for tomorrow but I got too excited lmao

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Anyway I can request a Christian Cage x Copeland!Reader fic? The reader is married to Christian and they have their own little family together and while Adam is under the influence of Malakai Black’s mist he ends up injuring his baby sister since when he sees her it reminds him of the long standing feud he and his childhood best friend and his baby sister’s husband just went through and when Adam ends up hurting her, Christian makes sure to do everything in his power to make sure the love of his life is taken care of and protected?

The Kings of The Black Throne

Christian Cage X fem reader

Warnings: Blood, violence, injury

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

An: I wrote another Christian Cage x Adam Copelands little sister fic that you can find HERE if you are interested. (I quite enjoy that fic)

For weeks now The House of Black had been after Adam. I watched on a weekly basis as the men beat him to a pulp and tried to brainwash him into joining their group. At first I enjoyed watching the torturous events take place but now I couldn't help but feel that all of this was more than getting Adam to join their cult. “Are you alright? You seem on edge?” Christian asked me. “I just have a bad feeling about all of this” “Why? You should be happy he’s finally leaving us alone” Christian told me. “I know but what could The House of Black want from him. Truly. He has nothing to offer them Christian. I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe there's something bigger going on here” Christian had a point, I should have been happy that Adam was finally leaving us alone. He’s done nothing but cause trouble since the moment he stepped in AEW. He still couldn't accept the relationship between Christian and I. 15 years and three kids later he still couldn't accept it. He tried to tear my family apart, he tried to take the TNT title but of course he was no match for the patriarchy. 

Tonight our adopted son Nick Wayne was scheduled to have a match against Daniel Garcia on Dynamite. As the two of us got ready to go I ended up running into Adam, he had a dark look in his eyes. I didn’t think much of it, we had a match to win. The match was going well, everything was according to plan when all of a sudden the lights went out. Out of instinct I jumped into the ring and stood in front of Nick. That gut feeling had returned and was stronger than ever. Just then the lights turned on. I should have known The House of Black would be behind all of this. What did they want from us? “What the fuck do you want?” I spat at Malakai. “Trust me when I say it’s not you that I want. Who I’m after is your brother, Adam Copeland” “You can have him, I don’t fucking want him” “I really don’t want to be doing this sweatheart, I actually admire you but as much as you hate your brother I know he loves you” What was he talking about? Just then I felt it. The burning sensation of Malakai’s Mist. I could hear Nick’s screams of help but I couldn't do anything, I had been blinded by the mist. I was defenseless, Brody and Buddy held me down while Julia handcuffed Nick to the ring ropes. I couldn't see much but I noticed a dark figure match down towards the ring. I assumed it was Christian but was shocked when I saw Adam stand before me. 

“This is your final test” Malakai said to Adam as he handed him a steel chair. “Do it” he spat. “Think about all the harm she has caused you. Think about what she put you through. She cost you the TNT championship, she cost you your best friend. You are all alone Adam, your family, everyone you loved, gone. All of this is Y/n’s fault. Prove to us you are worthy. Join us, join us as we take over All Elite Wrestling. Join us on our quest to capturing the TNT championship” 

I knew it, I knew they were using him. They wanted to use me to get to Adam to get to Christian. It was a long plan, they took months planning this. Would it have been easier to ask Christian for a title shot? Absolutely but I must say I respected this plan of theirs. 

I could see the hesitation in Adam’s eyes. He couldn't do it, he was too weak. Just then I saw Julia whisper something in Adam’s ear. I didn’t know what she told him but I could see the effect it had on him. His eyes had turned black, the look on his face was cold and dead. They stole his soul. I don’t know what happened after that. All I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed. 

“You’re awake, how are you feeling baby?” Christian asked me carefully. “Where’s Nick?” I asked “Is he okay?” “Nick’s fine, he’s okay. It’s you that I’m worried about” He said as he carefully brushed his fingers on the fresh stitched on my skull. “What happened to you?” I asked him as I noticed his busted lip. “You were right about The House of Black. They attacked you honey. I tried to get out there but they locked me and Luchasaurus in our locker room. When I got there it was too late, I’m so sorry baby” I could see the tears start to form in his eyes as he spoke. “I should have listened to you, I should have been there to protect you. I failed you” I carefully wiped the tears that fell from his face. “It's okay, I’m okay” I told him reassuringly “No it’s not okay. I had to watch Adam crack your skull open with that chair and I could do nothing about it. I couldn't do anything when you were blinded by that mist. I watched them beat you to unconscious and I could do nothing about it. I really hoped my issues with Adam were over but it seems like they have just begun. I promise that I will do everything I can to get my revenge. I am going to take out the house of black one by one before I kill Adam with my bare hands. I will not rest until they pay for what they have done.” 

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[lesbianlotties]

on one hand, rewatching odaat did literally heal me. on the other hand, I just finished s1 and the quinces episode has me crying at 10am 😭😭🤧🤧

#IT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME CRY WTF #when elena realizes her dad isn't there and she turns to Penelope 😭😭😭😭 #IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH #also victor is literally lucky he left bc penelope would've literally killed him that's not an exaggeration #god i love this show #everything about it perfect #and just the growth from the beginning to the end of s1 ????? from lydia trying to force makeup on elena to making a suit for her???? #and it's always been great but today i was really !!!! at alex literally letting his mom have a full night sleep before the party #while he and everyone got everything ready #AND CARMEN BEING THERE #god this is the best show ever i love it so much i'm laughing and crying so much

[archduke-enver-gortash]

mmm essay about sally and kid gort in the tags (cw for child abuse, mentions of suicide, animal cruelty and a murder attempt. i always hope i don’t have to say this but just in case: i don’t excuse or condone any of her or gort’s behaviour at all.) this is literally not even touching upon everything i have to say because i hit the fucking tag limit lmao. NOBODY READ IT’S BAD BRAINSTORMING I JUST NEEDED TO GET IT OUT SOMEHOW

#thinkin too much about gortie side characters again. #sally this time and why she specifically talks about him the way she does #like dravo is obviously still shitty but to me he was. ‘just ‘neglectful #while sally actively hated and even felt terrorised by her own child #like. it’s not like i don’t understand her at all. #imagine you and your love don’t have much besides each other and your shop and you get pregnant and ready to raise a child #only for it to not be a child he didn’t and doesn’t cry ever and he learns everything so much sooner than most but then he never calls you #his parents and it’s not just a petty thing kids do sometimes you feel that he doesn’t see you as family and the worst part is that you #agree deep down #and as he gets older he doesn’t have any friends and actively rejects the notion of the entire concept #but then as time passes you hear about how he has entire groups of children following him and then several of them commit suicide #and that thing coming to sit with you and dravo at the dinner table says that he did what you did last week when the axe to chop wood broke #and you discarded it and got a new one #and he has these habits of ripping out flowers and making sure that they don’t regrow #and then you hear rumours about a friend’s daughter’s cat disappearing and think nothing of it #until you visit his tree house a month later and find a declawed cat and birds with clipped wings and crushed bugs that he keeps fondly #and then you see him with other children and they don’t know and his face is different and body language is entirely different #and were it not for the fact that you know better you would never see anything but a normal child #and you know that you are one who painstakingly brought this thing that should not be into the world and so you decide to end it all one da #and go to him as he’s asleep with the knife shaking in your hand #but he cries when you’re above him! screams at the top of his lungs! #so you beg for forgiveness even though you don’t deserve it through tears but as soon as the knife is put away you see the act drop and fee #his clever fingers having twisted your brain inside and out and you know that you can do nothing #and so the opportunity arises to at least remove him out of your life if not everyone’s lives and you take it immediately. #but you heard him talk. how he will close his fist around the world one day. and you know that it is not a matter of if but when. #like. imagine that. jesus dude. #like i hc her as someone that is messy and does not know a lot about life and she certainly wouldn’t have been a good mother but the love #or at least desire to love is there somewhere. and believing that having a child is really the only somewhat meaningful thing she can do #with her life. she’s not some hero or rich or anything of note. so there’s a lot obligation and not genuine desire for family here. #but she never really got the chance to be an actual mother in the first place so. who knows what that might have looked like