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[black-dhalias]

Hello? Are you willing to write about Jasper Hale x human female reader where they keep having inappropriate thoughts about each other and Edward cannot stand it any longer? It is completely okay if you are not interested in writing such a thing. Have a nice day :)

Lacks Control

Jasper Hale X Human!F!Reader Warnings: contains/mentions sexual content, light swearing

In most ways, you thought similarly to most humans and thought you understood how the world worked. You knew that there were balances in place, checks that keep the universe from overreaching a little too far. You believed in energies, and how people interact with each other often impacts what they receive unto themselves. You were absolutely sure that you understood yourself, but that was a year ago--before the Cullens arrived in Juneau, Alaska. Your home.

It was before Jasper arrived.

Now, a year later, you could hardly believe how different things have become; in many ways, you don't see the world in the same way. You see the world as brighter, and intense, and more mysterious than its made out to be. You glance at the alarm clock, shocked to see only minutes left--the night got away from you faster than you expected. It felt like you had just laid down, and now slanted morning light is streaming in from the partially open window—unbelievable.

You hardly understood what you heard that night, and if they wouldn't have reacted so brashly—you probably would have written it off, and left without another thought.

However, upon hearing Rosalie, Emmett, and Bella talking about Jasper's control—you almost left right there, but no—they kept talking. They said too much to just write off, and when they turned that corner to see you pale white pressed against the wall. They realized just how much you had heard, and its not like they could just make you forget—so there. That's how you found out the newest members of Juneau community were vampires, and that humans knowing their secret is not exactly accepted.

Despite Jasper being the topic of conversation that night, his control specifically, you almost forgot it entirely every time you saw him. Admittedly, Jasper was terrifying and in the right lighting, his scars were very visible even to a human. His eyes were often dark, and his expression stoic and tight. Most of the time, you tried to avoid him entirely, but being near him was exhilarating. It felt like gravity pressing against you, everything impossible, felt possible.

Now that left you in a precarious position, with an undeniable attraction to probably the most lethal Cullen.

Maybe that's a bit of an understatement, half the time you were in the same room with him—all you could think about was the possibility of undressing him. Images of your fingers dragging down his body, and it wasn't like you had to use your imagination—you had caught him changing once and that was it. All the fuel your mind needed to keep you interested, practically drooling at the thought.

"Darling?" You hmm, sitting up straight in your seat, you mentally curse yourself for letting your mind wander so far. Remember that whole thing about how you thought you were normal before, now you know you think differently because who else loses time like this? Who else could go from their home, all the way to their University; just thinking, just itching to think about him.

Once more, his eyes were in that in-between shade—not exactly amber, but not bright either like his unofficial siblings. You were shocked at the beginning of the semester when he walked into this class, because what was a vampire doing at the University of Southeast Alaska? No reason, but Jasper must had his because it takes a real psychopath to spend their time in an Animal Physiology class. Yet Jasper fit right in, and you have to admit the company is much nicer than others might think.

However, it was also incredibly distracting and in some distasteful ways, you spent the better half of class time enamored by him. His thick southern drawl, the way his blonde curls moved when he spoke, but especially with his hands. God, what else can those hands do? Per usual though, you feel warmth spread to your cheeks and look at your hands, you really need to get a handle on yourself if you plan on passing this class.

"Yes?" You ask, practically cursing the very ground you walk as you pretend to scribble down some notes on the cellular makeup of artic mammals—only it wasn't information the professor was saying, but rather verbatim notes of the last line you wrote. In fact, it is the same thing you've written at least ten times on the paper, but you just couldn't help your wandering mind.

"Class ended five minutes ago..." You perk, eyes widening as you look around the room and see that no one else is here. Just you... slowly, your eyes turn to Jasper. And him. Just you and him.

Perhaps his words shouldn’t have affected your demeanor, or maybe it had more to do with being alone with him, but something inside you snapped. Not only did you clearly feel an urge to take his face in between your palms and kiss him—you also had the inherent urge to bury your face into your arms and hope you got sucked away.

“Fantastic…” You kind of murmur into your skin, before sitting up with a sharp inhale and glancing over at the smirking Texan. His accent always seemed so out of place in Alaska, his honey like drawl always stood out when he spoke. It’s what got your attention in the first place, you couldn’t help yourself when you heard it.

You shut your notebook, sliding it into your bag with your laptop and pens—zipping it before Jasper tossed it over his shoulder. This was the routine, he showed up and you spent more than half of class imagining a million different ways you could take him on the desk.

Was that wrong? You hardly think it’s a good thing, but when you glance over at him. The way he held open your doors, and always close enough to catch you if your feet bumped each other. How could you not have those kinds of thoughts?

“Carlisle and Esme are still asking when you’re coming over again?” You hmm, before looking forward again—processing what he said, it just always takes a second.

“Oh yeah, we can head there now. I don’t have anything to do today.” If you weren’t too busy trying to ignore the throb of your chest, you would have seen the smile. The one that Jasper only reserved for you.

“Well then, after you…” Jasper holds open the door, letting you pass before leading you towards his car.

The Cullens were happy when you came around, Alice had told Jasper that he’d find someone eventually. She knew you were coming, but no one knew the effect it would have on him. The way he seemed to control himself, he didn’t feel like a runaway train anymore. The way Jasper seemed to smile more often, especially when he spoke of you.

“Y/N!” Esme exclaims as you enter the Cullen home, embracing you close as she smiles brightly. She always seemed so excited to see you, more than the others—what you didn’t know, was she had wished more than anything for Jasper to have someone. They all had their person, and well, finding you just fit into the puzzle so well. “Oh it’s so good to see you.”

You follow after her, Jasper watching as you go before heading into the living room. While he knew you’d be preoccupied for the time being, he couldn’t help, but sit in a spot where he could see you.

Today you seemed extra beautiful, not just beautiful—ravishing. You weren’t doing anything different, but something about the way you were looking at him earlier. If he were human, his heart would have been racing and his breath caught up.

What did you look like naked? The thought caught him off guard, it piqued his interest as he admired you from afar. Jasper did his best to not rush into things, to let you take the lead when it came to your relationship.

Did you have any birthmarks? He wondered how long it would take to count every freckle and mark upon your skin, if he could kiss each and every one. He’d even been in the room with you before, when you decided to stay over and you changed into some of his clothes. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to look.

You could feel his eyes on you, even from across the room. Even as Esme spoke to you so earnestly about something, you glanced over.

Jasper seemed to be looking at you, but also into you—you could feel the intensity. The sensation of him, again thoughts from class came to mind.

What would it feel like to be between a wall and his body? You purse your lips, trying not to linger on the thought—but they seem to always come in twos. And if you were, what would he do? God you wanted to know so bad… To feel what it felt like to be under him, pleading with him to take you right there.

“That’s it!” Jasper moves quickly as Edward appears at the bottom of the stairs, “You two need to go!” It wasn’t angry, but Jasper was at your side.

“Edward?! What’s wrong?”

“These two! They need to go, I can’t take another minute of them having mind sex.”

Your eyes widen, looking over at Jasper who seems to be looking everywhere except at you.

“You could just—not read our minds?” Edward shakes his head at your assertion, pushing you both towards the door.

“Nope. Your thoughts are too loud to just ignore.”

“I-” Edward gives a final shove out the door, as you bump into Jasper. Feeling his hand brace against your waist, steadying you as the mind reader gives a smile.

“Go to their house. And, think whatever thoughts you want. Just not here.” The door shuts and you look over at Jasper, then away as quickly as possible. Cheeks flushed warm.

Perhaps you should have saw that coming, Edward practically avoided you like a plague when you were over.

“So mind sex, huh?” You groan, glancing up at Jasper—the playfulness of his tone suppressing the obvious curiosity you note in his eyes.

“It takes two…” His smile broadens as he unlocks the car door, “Two people.”

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“Whatever you say, darlin’…”

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[kinzis-writing]

Surprises | Josh Allen (Buffalo Bills)

Summary: Y/N ends up surprising Josh at one of his games, which leads to Josh knowing that he has to play his best to impress his woman.

Pairing/Fandom: Josh Allen x Wife! Reader (NFL)

Requested: Yes/No @thedoveesquire

Warning(s): none that I am aware of! Also the game is going to be a buffalo home game for the plot so!

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Y/N's heart ached at the way her husband had left their house upset. Her husband was the quarterback of the Buffalo Bills, and they were playing the Miami Dolphins today. She had told her husband that she would not be able to make the game, because when she woke up, she had every intention of going to her friend's birthday party. That was until her best friend texted the group chat last minute saying she was sick and rescheduling her birthday celebration.

It wasn't that Y/N was putting her friend before her husband, it was the fact that the celebration was planned before the NFL couple knew Josh's NFL schedule this season. Now that her plans were cancelled, she was planning on surprising her husband at his game. She knew that he got anxiety before all of his games, no matter how many times he stated it was not anxiety. She was guaranteed a season pass in the VIP box, seeing as she was married to the quarterback.

After getting herself ready, she left their house and headed towards the bills stadium. Her custom jersey that had been made for her was what she had chosen to wear. This would have been one of the first games that she had missed, she tried her best to make as many games a season as she could. Y/N usually made all the home games but struggled with away games sometimes.

Getting to the stadium was hectic with the traffic, seeing as many people were trying to find parking spots and there were people walking to make it into the stadium. Once a parking spot was found, Y/N slipped her VIP ticket around her neck and headed towards the stadium. Once inside the stadium she was quickly escorted to the Bills VIP box and left to herself with other significant others and parents there as well.

"Y/N! I'm so happy you're here, Josh said you weren't going to be able to make it." LaVonne Allen spoke as she noticed her daughter-in-law. Unlike most people, Y/N had a great relationship with Josh's family the same way that he was loved by hers.

Y/N quickly pulled Josh's mother into a quick hug before backing away, "Plans changed last minute." she explained to the woman before grabbing a bottle of water and going to sit down next to her in-laws.

"I'm sure Josh will be happy to have you here." Joel stated upon seeing his daughter-in-law wearing his son's jersey number.

"My plan was to surprise him." She spoke standing next to her added family.

It was only a matter of time before the stadium was filled and the two teams were announced on the field. The national anthem was sung, and the game was kicked off with the bills having the ball first.

The game started off a bit slow, seeing that the bills had turned over the ball in the first couple minutes and that the dolphins were in the Bills territory. It made Y/N anxious to see how the bills were playing and she knew her husband better than anyone. He wasn't focused on the game the way that he should have been.

After Miami had kicked a field goal and missed, the Bills had the ball back and was running it down the field. Once the second quarter came, the bills were at 1st and 10, with Miami using a timeout. While timeout was happening, the NFL tv cam turned to the VIP box to capture Y/N, since many fans know of her and Josh being married.

On the field, during timeout Stefon lightly hit Josh getting his attention. "I thought you said Y/N wasn't coming?" He asked.

"she isn't." Josh muttered before turning his attention back to the huddle.

"She's here, man." Stefon told him before pointing up to the Bills VIP box. Stefon waved at Y/N before turning back to the huddle.

Josh wore a grin on his face as he noticed his wife standing next to his parents, in the place she always was for home games. Eventually, he tore his gaze and got back to his team. "We got this, let's go out here and win!"

Stefon gave him a pat on the back with a smirk before it was time to resume the game. He made a mental note to thank Y/N later.

After Josh had noticed his wife at the game, it had taken a big turn. The bills kept getting touchdowns every time they had the ball and they had even stopped Miami from getting far.

At half, the bills were up 35-0, which was rare for Miami to not score anything. It was just proof of how amazing the bills were doing and how they had stopped the dolphins before they could get anywhere or they had thrown interceptions and given the bills the ball.

"Josh is doing great." Y/N spoke to her mother-in-law as she took a sip from her plastic cup.

"Because his good luck charm showed up." Mrs. Allen told her new daughter, making sure the younger girl knew that she was her son's good luck charm.

Y/N blushed at the comment before taking another sip of her drink to hide her red cheeks. Josh had told her multiple timed that she was his good luck charm, even before they tied the knot. It made her feel warm on the inside to know he thought that, but she knew it was all in his head.

"Mrs. Allen." A deep voice spoke coming up behind the two women. Both turned towards the man, "Josh is requesting to talk to you for a moment." the security guard spoke to the younger woman. Y/N placed her drink down on the table beside her before following the security guard out of the VIP box.

She figured that she would be going to the locker room, just because halftime would be over soon and they would be going back on the field. The security guard led her exactly where she felt she was going to go. Y/N thanked him before walking inside the room slowly.

"Can I just say that you are the best for coming here." Stefon spoke as he blocked Y/N path to her husband. "We would've lost over him sulking about you." he added.

Y/N let out a laugh, "I'm glad I could help." she joked before going around him. She knew Josh would probably be towards the back seeing as he liked to do his "pre-game ritual." Which she knew was his anxiety, but she lets him call it what he wants.

"Did you need me, Mr. Allen?" Y/N asked softly, getting Josh's attention so he'd look at her.

Josh grinned seeing his wife in her jersey, "I always need you." He replied pulling her into a hug. Y/N gave him a squeeze before leaning back a bit. "What happened to Y/F/N's birthday?"

Y/N shrugged, "She's sick, so I decided to surprise my husband."

Josh nodded, his hands running up and down her sides. "Definitely surprised." He muttered before leaning closer trying to steal a kiss, only to be met with her finger.

"You know I try not to be rude, but your so called 'pre-game ritual' is gross and you're going to have to brush your teeth before I kiss you." Y/N explained pulling her finger away.

"Already did." he stated in a 'matter of fact' manner. "I know you, baby, we've been together long enough for me to learn you."

Y/N rolled her eyes before placing her lips on his for a moment before pulling back. "I'm going to go find my place, I will see you after the game." she spoke softly before placing one more kiss on his lips and leaving the locker room. The boys were outside waiting for Josh by the time she was returning to her seat.

After the game started back up, it felt like it went by fast. The bills ended up winning 41-0 and all the Bills fans were happy for the home team. Everyone was trying to leave the stadium, or they were lined up outside trying to get someone to sign something or meet one of the players. Y/N had decided to wait for her husband to get done with post-conference and then travel home together.

"There's josh's wife!", "I wish I was her.", "How'd she get so lucky to marry Josh Allen?" conversations were going on around Y/n as she walked herself with a security guard towards the locker room. It was no secret that she got some hate every now and then. That's why Josh always made sure that she was escorted by someone at all timed. She made sure to wave at the ones who were taking pictures or giving her smiles.

She always treated Josh's fans and supporters kindly. There was no reason not too and she loved being able to make someone's day just because she knows Josh.

"Thank you!" Y/N told the guard kindly when she stopped outside the locker room. She knocked on the door before pushing it open and peeking her head in with her eyes covered. "You guys decent?"

a course of "Yeah's" was heard before she uncovered her eyes and slipped into the locker room. Most of the guys were shirtless from just taking a shower but had the rest of their clothes on.

"Congratulations, you guys!" she spoke loudly as she made her way further into the locker room. The coach never truly liked her being in there, but he never said anything to her. It wasn't a very common occurrence, only for certain days. The men thanked her before going back to what they were doing. Making her turn back to her mission to find her husband before his post conference. "There you are! How did Josh Allen manage to pull a 41-0?" Y/N asked as Josh slipped a fresh shirt over his head.

"My good luck charm was here, and I knew I had to impress her." He shrugged as he walked closer to her.

"You already have me for the rest of our lives," She replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You don't have to impress me anymore."

"I do." He assured. "All because you agreed to marry me doesn't mean I'm going to stop dating you babe." He mumbled before placing a soft kiss on Y/N's head.

"I love you so much." Y/N whispered, playing with his damp hair from his shower.

"I love you more and that's a promise." He replied back pressing his lips to hers.

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Author's Note: I hate the way I ended this, but I hope it was okay. I wish I could have written this a bit different, but it is what it is. I honestly love writing NFL request right now. There are so many guys that are worth writing for that I may have to update my list! My cousin has been bugging me to write for Aaron, but I am not sure about that yet.

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[bohobooks]

Sebastian sallow one shot: Sebastian breaks a rule just to make reader smile

I love this idea!

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Request: Sebastian sallow one shot: Sebastian breaks a rule just to make reader smile.

Description: Y/N has been having a rough time after the death of Professor Fig. They just go through the motions and fake smiles. Sebastian notices this, and decides he's gotta get to you to make you smile- rules be damned.

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"Honestly, yes. I think they need that." Poppy smiled at the idea Sebastian presented, "It should be easy to actually get you into our dorms, but we need you to go unnoticed by the others. I don't want anyone turning you in because they have a thorn in their side."

Sebastian hummed in thought, the idea coming to him, "I got it! Y/n has a stash of Polyjuice potion! You distract them for the day, and I can disguise myself as you! Although I'm sure I'll need help decorating..."

Poppy thought for a second, munching on the honey bun that Sebastian had brought her to butter her up. "Whats Anne up to? I know she's feeling better, and I feel like she'd love this. She can disguise herself as y/n."

Sebastian grins, "Poppy, you genius little creature. Maybe you should have been in Ravenclaw."

Poppy laughs, "Maybe, Sallow. Maybe. I'll get y/n out of the castle tomorrow... and I'll sneak you our hair tonight at dinner. I'll tuck it into a book and act like you let me borrow it."

Sebastian hopped up in excitement, "Wonderful, I'll write to Anne right away. Thank you, Poppy."

Poppy watched the boy begin to strut away, laughing to herself. That kid was so head over heels for y/n.

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"Poppy. I love you, I really do. But please tell me where it is you're dragging me?" You force a laugh as your friend pulls you through the back alley of some small hamlet you've surprisingly never been too.

"Just wait-" she pulls you through the narrow exit of the alley, straight into a street out of a fairytale. A cobblestone road, lined on either sides with shops with thatched roofs. Beautiful jack o lanterns  line the walkways, and leaves flutter through the air like butterflies.  You can't help but take a deep breath, amazed.

"Oh, Poppy." You breathe out, looking at the scene infront of you. There's a flower shop, a bakery, a book store, a clothing store... it's all amazing.

"I thought you could use a nice, calm day. So I brought you to my favorite place." Poppy smiles at you proudly.

"Let's go, we've got lots of shopping to do!"

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Meanwhile, the Sallow twins stood in the detention room, knowing there was no way they'd get caught in there.

"Poppy's Polyjuice looks like sunshine." Anne watched in amazement as sebastian swirled the bottle.

Her eyes fell back to the bottle in her hand, in which a gossamer liquid swirled, so deeply amber that in certain lights it appeared black. Sebastian looked up from under his brows at his sister, laughing at the apprehensive look in her eyes, "Y/n drank a Polyjuice potion that turned them into Professor Black. They said it looked like someone bottled vomit. you'll be just fine." He held out the bottle and clicked it against Anne's, "Slàinte."

She huffed a small laugh, returning the cheers before downing the bottle. For a moment, the twins felt nothing- then all at once, their bones began shifting. Muscles and skin stretched and shrank, hair growing and changing color. 

Before they knew it, they both stood there staring at each other... well. Sort of.

"I never realized how much smaller Poppy is than me," Sebastian chuckled, looking around at his now small frame basically swimming in his clothes.

Anne laughed, but it came out as y/n musical laugh that Sebastian had grown to love so much... the laugh he hadn't heard in ages, "Seb, I'm really hoping you brought their uniforms to change into?"

Sebastian laughed, taken aback by the girlish sound, "Yeah, here. In my bag."

They quickly changed, Sebastian keeping his eyes glued to the ceiling to he didn't see any part of Poppy that she wouldn't want.

"Seb, really. You didn't even put on the stockings?" Anne laughed.

"No way. Those things are like sausage casinos, and if anyone is eyeing Poppy- well, me- close enough to notice I'll punch them in the nose."

"Fair enough, let's go."

The two managed to make it to the Hufflepuff common room entrance unnoticed, and paused staring at the barrels.

"Well, go ahead." Sebastian gestures to the barrels.

"What? Me? Absolutely not!" Anne scoffed.

"I am NOT about to be squirted by this evil thing."

"This was your idea. Besides, you shouldn't get squirted." Anne rocked back on her heels, and took a few steps back, "Assuming you get it right."

Sebastian huffed, approaching the barrels apprehensivly. He brought his fist to the one that Poppy had indicated, took a deep breath and began the knock.

Hel-ga Huff-le-puff

There was a split second where Sebastian winced, completely sure that he was about to get drenched in the foul smelling liquid, but then the door opened.

"Oh thank Merlin," and let out a sigh of relief, "I was afraid you'd be strayed and I'd have to listen to you whine all day."

Sebastian followed his sister, ducking through the enterance, "Very funny."

Entering the Hufflepuff common room, the twins had to keep the look of awe off of their faces. Where Slytherins common room was dark and elegant, Hufflepuff's was cozy and warm. Plants seemed to grow out of every nook and cranny, and the smell of sweets pervaded the air.

Sebastian and Anne could've explored for hours, if it wasn't for the voice that rang out from a couch a few meters away.

"Oh Poppy! There you are!" Adelaide Oaks scurried over, a huge smile on her face, "I was hoping you could help  me out a bit with this Magical Creatures essay, I've really been struggling with-"

Sebastian cut her off, "No- uh," he cleared his throat attempting to copy Poppy's way of speaking, "I'm sorry, I mean I can't right now. How about later this evening? Y/n will be on a date with Sebastian. But don't tell her that when you see her, it's a surprise."

Adelaide eyes flickered behind Sebastian, to where Anne was standing, "Oh goodness, I guess she knows now! Don't mind me, I didn't get nearly enough sleep. You know me, mind always on puffskiens. Hehe. Well anyways, got to go. See you this evening byee!" Sebastian grabbed his sister's hand, dragging her towards the dorms and away from a befuddled Adelaide.

Anne giggled, "Did you really just say hehe? What the bloody hell was that, Seb?"

Not letting go of her arm, Sebastian continued scurrying down the hallway to the dorm he knew to be Y/n and Poppy's, "I don't know Anne! I panicked, okay? I don't know what girls say!"

"Well, it's definitely not 'hehe'. Atleast in that tone anyway. You're lucky Poppy is known to be an odd ball."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, "Whatever, come on. Get in here."

The twins closed the door behind them, and turned to inspect the room they were working with.

"This is so cozy!" Anne squealed a bit, looking around. She found her way over to what she knew to be Y/n's bed, picking up a picture frame from the nightstand. Encased behind the glass was a moving picture of y/n, Ominis, and Sebastian. In the center, Ominis is stood with his arms crossed, his face feigning annoyance as y/n pinches his cheeks and throws her head back in laughter. On the other side, Sebastian throws his head back in laughter, then looks at the hufflepuff with such adoration.

"Man Seb," Anne giggles, "You really have it bad for them, huh?"

Sebastian rolls his eyes, "Yes. I do. Now please help me decorate, nosey.

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Poppy and MC finally returned to the castle later than evening, no longer wearing the school robes they had left in. Poppy had forced y/n to buy a new outfit, telling them that retail therapy is the best therapy. Sweeting then proceeded to drag MC to the flower shop where she proceeded to weave all sorts of matching flowers into her hair.

Y/n had to admit, they felt rather attractive for the first time in a long time. Approaching the barrels, they waited for Poppy to knock, complaining, "I still don't understand why you wouldn't let me get any food from the tavern. I'm starving, Poppy!"

Poppy chuckled stepping towards the door as it opens, "How about this; you go put the stuff we bought in out dorm and I'll start working on my homework for a bit. If you're still hungry we will go to the kitchens."

"Ugh," Y/n groaned dramatically, "Fiiiine."

The trek to Y/n and Poppy's dorm was short, and Y/n didn't see anyone. She figured they were all at dinner, where she wished she was. Opening the door, she is assaulted by the smell of sweets.

Entering the room, Y/n is beyond surprised at the scene infront of her. The beds, desks and normal furniture were missing. Instead, the outside of the room was lined with large, soft pillows and blankets, and in the center of the room were short- almost ground level- tables overflowing with all sorts of foods and drinks. The air was warm and inviting, filled with twinkling lights that y/n quickly realized were fire flies. Fairylights covered the walls, and convering the ceiling was a golden shimmering enchantment, unlike anything they had seen before. Their eyes fell to the figure that quickly stood up from the cushions.

Sebastian.

Their voice was light with awe and wonder, "Seb, what is all of this?"

He walked forward, taking her hand and leading them to the cushions near the food, "Well y/n," Sebastian began, "Since everything that's happened, you've been depressed. Rightfully so, of course. But I missed seeing you smile and laugh. Genuinely smile and laugh, not that show you've been putting on for everyone."

MC sat on the floor, Sebastian taking his place beside them as he continued speaking, "So, I thought to myself: what makes y/n smile? Breaking rules, sweets, the stars, and these freaky little twinkling bugs. It took me a bit, but I managed to put them all together."

The cheesy grin full of pride that sat on Sebastians face was enough to make MC laugh, and the though of someone going through all of this, doing all of this, just for them made them tear up.

"Oh Seb, this is amazing." Y/n threw their arms around Sebastian, pulling away after a moment to look at his face. His eyes flickered to Y/n's lips, then scanned their face.

His voice came breathlessly as he tucked a strand of hair behind their ear, "You look breathtaking, by the way."

Sebastian leaned in, pressing his lips lightly to theirs. In a moment, they pull away just enough, their foreheads still touching and smile on their face, "Seb, if you wanted to make me smile all you had to do was kiss me."

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Valentines Celebration ♡

From now until Valentine’s day my requests will be open for any of these prompts with your choice of date from anyone on my request list <3

Recently I’ve received 1k followers on this blog and in a thanks I’m giving this to you. As a huge Valentine’s fan I’d love nothing more than to provide each of you a chance to date any of these wonderful men. So without further ado here are a few prompts you can request!

1. Three dozen roses have just been delivered to your door on accident, in attempts to find the sender and correct the mistake, you discover you might have just found your match.

2. You find an old love letter from your high school sweetheart, do you reach out?

3. Since you and all your friends don’t have Valentines you decide to throw a party to forget about the holiday all together, but what happens when only one person shows up?

4. You’ve always pretended you hate love to avoid getting hurt but then he stumbles upon a journal where he discovers you romanticize everything, including him.

5. His Valentines date ends up being a bust and somehow he ends up at your front door.

6. You both find an old photo of a happy couple and decide to spend the day returning it to its owners.

7. You’re the only florist in town and a kind customer offers to help.

8. At a friend’s urging you begrudgingly attend a Valentines speed dating event. Maybe it’s not all bad after all.

9. You received a note from your secret admirer, turns out he’s not so good at being secret.

10. You’ve just walked into a bar and to your surprise a guy kissed you out of no where and what’re you supposed to say when it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.

11. In order to get over a crush you write a Valentines letter and plan to hide it away but what happens when it accidentally gets sent out?

12. Both of you don’t have Valentines dates so you decide to go out together to fill that void. What’s the worst that can happen?

13. You’ve always been a hopeless romantic and have spent every Valentine’s day alone, so your best friend decides to give you the cheesiest, most special Valentines possible. Maybe admits his feelings a bit too.

14. You’re an author who’s just had your heart broken. Feeling the weight of your breakup you decide to end your latest book with your main characters splitting up. A surprising angry fan shows up to find out why.

15. You spend Valentines in the bar, when your ex boyfriend shows up looking better than you’ve ever seen him you beg the guy next to you to pretend to be your boyfriend.

16. You’ve never believed in soulmates but when you keep bumping into the same guy on Valentine’s day you start to think differently.

17. You’ve just started dating and your friends have put so much pressure on you two spending the holiday together. After a complete fail you both find a way to save the holiday for you both.

18. A sad valentines night spent home alone requires pizza but what happens when the delivery guy mixes up your order with the guy from upstairs?

19. Both of you decide Valentines is the perfect day to reveal your feelings to each other but what happens when you overhear one another and assume it’s about someone else?

20. The last thing you want to do is leave your apartment on Valentine’s Day and see all the happy couples but instead you discover your neighbor across the hall has been locked out with only a towel around his waist.

If there isn’t a particular prompt you like you can always request something of your own. Can’t wait to see what everyone requests! ♡

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[starseverance]

Imagine finding yourself in your F/O's world. It was sudden and certainly shocking, but you're not wholly unprepared. You've dreamed of this for so long. Whether you plan to stay in the background or change destiny, you are now part of a much bigger story- theirs. The concerns of your old life are already fading; and before you lies a new life with them.

As requested by Anon! <3

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[iveseenstrangerthings]

waiting for forgiveness (pt.1) - a Steve Harrington imagine

summary: this is another imagine of friends to lovers (but part 1). Idk writing these are really what gets me in the writing mood and I just love the feel of them so no, I don’t think I’ll ever stop writing them :) this features sneaky fuckboy steve :( Steve and reader have potential to become more than friends, but steve jeopardises this by making a mistake at a party... I am going to do a pt2 sometime soon, too :)

Thanks to @urfriendlywriter for a couple of dialogue prompts sprinkled throughout. Amazing account which I’d highly reccomend. 

word count: 3.4k

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As you’re tying the last knot in your dirt-streaked trainers, you hear the familiar grumble of the engine pull up outside your house. Quickly, you jump up from your place on the bottom stair and throw your bag on your shoulder. 

“Bye, Mom!” You call out to her, wherever she may be in the house. Without waiting for a response, you twist the door handle, feel the familiar pull and waft of warm, early summer air hit your face as you step out. Everything about this time of year is like heaven on Earth to you. The lighter nights, the sound of kids riding round the neighbourhood on their bikes until late, everything makes life seem so happy. These feelings make Monday mornings that bit more bearable. 

Squinting in the morning brightness, you wander over to the passenger side and swing the door open. “Howdy, partner.” You beam, putting on your best Southern accent, as you duck into the seat. It’s the greeting you started using as a joke, but one which soon stuck and became ‘your’ thing, and you love it. However, this morning, he returns it simply with a smile. The leather of the seat crunches and crackles underneath you as you shift to put your belt on. You try not to think anything of Steve’s rather cold greeting. 

Rolling the car back onto the road from your driveway, he makes no attempt to make any conversation with you, at all. You’re left staring out of the window for a few minutes, watching the trees go by in a flurry, when you become uncomfortable with your unusual silence. “So, how was the party?” 

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting since yesterday morning to ask him. He went to Leah’s birthday party that she held on Saturday night; you weren’t invited. Even though people know how close you two are, only Steve seems to get invited to these sorts of things. 

“Yeah! It was good, thank you. Got home pretty late.” He turns his lips up into a forced smile and nods his head, turning his head briefly to take you in before returning his gaze back to the road. Just seeing you sitting there, blissfully unaware of what he did on Saturday night, he can feel the guilt pooling in the base of his stomach. 

He’s felt physically sick with guilt since Saturday night. He was drunk, but that’s no excuse. Plus, he kept telling himself that it’s not like you guys are dating, he had no loyalties to you. But seeing you sitting here now, it’s a totally different story. He changes the subject before things can get anymore awkward. 

“I rented a new movie though on Friday, I think you’d like it. It’s all philosophical and shit.” He grins as he finishes his sentence, and you wish he’d asked you to watch it with him. 

You nod passively, returning your eyes back to their place to look out the window. “Sounds good, you’ll have to bring it in for me to try.” He cracks the window open slightly to let in a stream of cooler air from outside to circulate the warm car. You’re grateful for the noise the wind makes as it whips in through the window, filling in your awkward silence. 

As Steve pulls into the car park, he slides it into park and starts to gather his things, you feel the awkward tension has settled in the car like a thick blanket, smothering you almost. To ease the nauseous feeling rising from your stomach, you climb out of the car and smile at Steve over the roof of the car. Closing the door softly, he starts to lock up the car and you both walk round to meet each other at the front of the car. 

His head is shifting around in every direction, scanning the faces of everyone returning to school after the weekend, everyone coming together in a colourful blur of backpacks and hoodies. “You sure you’re okay this morning?” You approach him tentatively and he almost flinches away from you. The sudden movement stirs the feeling of nausea again, cementing the thought that there is definitely something up with Steve this morning, and he hasn’t told you what. You furrow your brows deeply at him, but he does everything he can to dart his eyes everywhere, so they don’t settle on your own. 

He nods his head, and his hair shifts slightly, he runs a hand through it and you both start your strides towards the main entrance of school, “Yeah. Just tired, you know. Had a busy weekend.” And that’s that...

You separate as soon as you get into the hallway, and you make your way to your locker. Tick-tick-tick-tick swoosh. The musty smell of the inside of your locker smacks you in the face. Your lip turns up in slight disgust, the smell as if all the previous owners used to keep their used gym gear in there. You still haven’t gotten used to the pungent odour, and feel oddly ashamed of it, even though you do your best to keep it nice and fresh. You grab what you need from inside your locker and exchange it with some books from your backpack then clunk the door shut, jumbling your locker code around before walking towards your first period.

The morning passes you by in the usual Monday morning haze. Double maths followed by social studies does nothing for the tiredness that seems to have plagued you since you woke up this morning. Around you, people have been talking about the party that happened on Saturday night. The one Steve was invited to, but not you. 

The day passes by as any day usually would, you meet everyone for lunch and Steve is still acting strange. He picks at his dinner, usually wolfing it down as if he hasn’t been fed for weeks. After ten minutes or so of forced conversation with everyone, he stands up, clears his tray then makes his way out of the dining hall.

“The fuck?” Dustin looks in his direction after he’s left. “Who pissed in his cereal this morning?” He looks to you, his eyes wide with a look of suspicion painted across his features. “You know anything about Mr Grump Ass today, (y/n)?” 

You shake your head softly, the corners of your mouth turning down in disagreement. “Nothing. He was awkward and quiet on the way here. It was weird.” 

The rest of the guys tut but carry on their conversation as usual. They start to get ready to pack away, leaving you and Dustin sitting with your trays, sipping on the cartons of juice provided in a place that is encouraging you into adulthood, but still providing drinks as if you can’t be trusted with an actual cup. 

“I think something happened at that party, Dustin.” You open up to him now that it’s just the two of you. He’s the piggy in the middle. Only Dustin knows that you and Steve like each other. He’s just as close to you as he is Steve, but he often finds himself taking your side than Steve’s if there’s ever any sort of disagreement.

 “Has he said anything to you?” You quiz the boy now that you two are alone, not wanting to sound psycho in front of the rest of the group. 

You watch his expression carefully, able to read him like a book. It’s unchanged, his eyes filled with confusion more than anything else. 

“Nothing at all. That’s what’s so weird.” He shrugs his shoulders and moves around some left-over peas on his plate, stabbing them onto the end of his fork. 

Later, sitting alone in last period, the usual assholes jeer around you about what got smashed in the house, who threw up first and who made out with who... blah blah blah. 

You couldn’t care less, until you hear Steve’s name enter their conversation. Then, your attention is all on them. Unobvious, of course, you keep your head down and draw random squiggles on your page to make it look like you’re working.

“Dude, where the fuck did Harrington end up anyway?” One of the guys blurts out as he clears his throat, obviously raising the volume of his voice to return their party to the centre of the attention in the room. You roll your eyes to yourself, how fucking pathetic. 

One of the other guys puffs air out heavily, laughing loudly. “Inside Leah, that’s where.” A roar of laughter erupts from their table, and you hear the slap of skin on skin as they high five each other. 

The emotions all arrive at once, embarrassment, devastation, and the intense feeling as if someone has your stomach between their hands and it is clasping it tight. You try to make your body seem relaxed, but it feels that every fibre of your being has bolted into motion and your body is shivering with tremors of sadness. Still, your back is to the boys as they continue to joke about Steve’s actions over the weekend. 

“My boy disappears for half the night,” The first boy starts, through a fit of supressed laughter, “Joins back downstairs, after...” you hear a slapping motion, a steady, rhythmic slapping motion. Your eyes fall shut; you know what they are mimicking. “Then moves onto Clarissa!” The laughter starts up again, causing the teacher to finally approach their desk to have a stern, but quiet word. After she leaves their table, the boys quieten down and seem to turn their attention towards their work. How respectful..

To them, this is harmless banter. But, to you, he’s lied to you. You feel he’s betrayed you. But why? You guys aren’t together, you aren’t in a couple. But he knows how you feel, he would know how much this would hurt you. Hurt you both. You know he wouldn’t usually do anything like this, so the fact he has is causing a lot of confusion for you. 

You allow the rest of the period to pass you by as your head becomes a swirling mess of negative thoughts, every outcome of this situation plays through your mind as you hear the scribbles of pencils hit the rest of the class’s paper. 

With a start, you gather your things as the tinny sound of the bell rings aloud. You head straight to your locker to exchange some of your things. When you get there, you key in your code as usual, listen out for the familiar sound of the lock falling out of place, but it doesn’t come. You try again, re-setting your code, then switching the dial back around. Again, you’re met with the unappealing clunk of metal on metal when you try to open the locker door. Usually, you’d brush it off, try again and switch the dial once more. However, with the mood you’re in today, you push at the locker with an open fist, causing a loud smacking sound to ring out with an immediate stinging sensation burning your palm. 

“Woah, what’d the locker do to you?!” You hear his voice call out from down the hall, he approaches you, but your eyes stay fixed on the lock. You try once more, almost holding your breath as you turn the dial and hear the clunk of the lock falling out of place. Gracefully, but with a deep creak, your locker door opens, and you start to sort through your things, carrying on as if Steve wasn’t stood there. “Everything okay?” He asks, tentatively. 

“I’m gonna get the bus home tonight.” Your answer is short and sharp as you rearrange the final items into your bag and look round your locker. 

“Oh.. oh okay. Um,” His eyes search your face but get nowhere, you refuse to even look at him. “Has something happened?” He rests his hand on the locker that is next to yours, his hand spanning out across the front. Trying to seem uninterested, you keep your eyes fixed in your dark locker. 

Without a word, you swing your locker shut with a slam. The adrenaline of having him near you, added with the information you just learnt in the last hour, is enough to make you shake. Turning on your heels, you walk away and towards the exit doors to the car park.

Steve stands for a few seconds, bewildered. What on Earth just happened there? He watches as you push the doors open and step out into the afternoon sun. 

Quickly, he catches up with you and runs in front of you. Luckily, everyone had started to make their way home so the car park is becoming emptier, but to your realisation the quietness also means that the bus has gone. For a millisecond, your eyes meet, and you exhale quickly out of your nose. 

“The bus is gone!” You whine to him, throwing your arms into the direction where the bus is usually parked. Almost blaming him for the absence of the bus.

Steve stays where he is, as if his feet are cemented to the floor. “Why did you wanna get the bus anyway, (y/n)? What the hell is wrong with you?” The tone of his voice is unnecessarily pissy, and you don’t appreciate that one bit.

“Fuck. You.” Is all you can muster up to say right now, the colour in your cheeks making it evident just how much rage you have whirling through your veins right now. 

“Excuse me?” He retorts, his face contorting into a mixture of confusion and tiredness. A long day of lying will do that to you.

You scoff and start to walk away in no particular direction as option one out of the two for you to get home has already left. Option 2 is standing in the car park, feeling guilty as sin with a deep pit of regret sitting heavy in his stomach. He knows you know now. It’s obvious. He’s still so unsure of what his reasoning was for asking you what happened, or what was wrong, it’s so painfully obvious. He drops his forehead between his thumb and middle finger, pulling them back and forth along his skin. If he’s alone any longer, he feels like he might break down, collapse into the concrete outside of his shitty high school as he watches the one person he truly cares about, the one person he feels he loves, walk away from him. But right now, that’s not an option. His option now is to follow you and try and talk it through, but not here though. 

“(y/n)!” He shouts, causing the last few students’ heads to turn in his direction before going back to their conversations. He starts into a short jog to catch up with you, and he does so successfully. Without thinking, he blocks your path and stands in front of you. “(y/n).” He says softly, as you’re forced to come to a halt. “Please let’s not have this conversation here.”

“Who said I even want to have the conversation? It’s clear what you did and that you don’t give a fuck about me. What is there to converse about, I wonder?” Your voice is thick with sarcasm and that hurts him. Your hurt is so evident, you never take this tone with him. 

“It’s really not like th-” 

“Don’t even fucking bother saying, ‘it’s really not like that’.” You now glare at him, directly in the eyes. You want him to see the anger lapping away at your pupils like small flames, tears starting to pool in your eyes. “It’s exactly like that, Steve. There’s no excusing it. I had to listen to those assholes jeer and high-five each other, over you getting laid on Saturday night.” 

Right then a look of almost relief washes over him, this is fixable, he thinks. “Wait, they said that? (y/n), that didn’t happen.” He half laughs at the confession, then realises it was a mistake judging by the look on your face. “Honestly. I did not get ‘laid’.” His fingers go up in air quotations and you cringe. “I went up with Leah and yeah, we did kiss.” 

He lets it hang in the air for a moment, watching your face remain completely unchanged. “And Clarissa?! Did you fancy two for the price of one, huh Steve?!”

Confusion settles within the deep grooves of his eyes as they squint in disbelief. “Is that what people are saying?! I got her a drink, (y/n). Yes, I fucked up, massively, by kissing Leah. But I took Clarissa into the kitchen to get her a drink. Fuck my life.” His head swings back and his eyes search his surroundings. Anger swilling around his head causing heat to rise to his cheeks. 

Steve is a lot of things in this moment, but not a liar, and you trust yourself for coming to that conclusion. However, your heart still races in your chest and your eyes still swim with tears.  

“Can we sit?” His voice is soft, and you meet his gaze, his own eyes now filling with tears. The emotions he’s felt all day are now bubbling to the surface. “Please?” 

You nod solemnly and follow him to the bench a few yards away from you both. It takes a while for either of you to build up the courage to speak, both worried that when you try your voices will come out weak, small and full of hurt. 

You decide to take the plunge and clear your throat. “You’ve really hurt me, Steve.” 

His eyes bore into the thick tree trunk that sits opposite you both, its branches gently swaying in the breeze as the leaves rustle with the sound of the tender wind. He nods softly, “I know.” He rubs his hand across his mouth, his fingertips scratching the skin beneath his bottom lip as he softly chews the inside of his mouth. “I know.” Now, he turns to face you but you’re already looking at him. You watch as his lip trembles, as his eyebrows faintly twitch with every hurtful thought that obviously snakes its way through his brain. You know his little movements, and you know in this moment in time that he’s truly hurting. 

“I thought we were going somewhere, I really did. I thought we were going somewhere really good.” You confess to him. 

“We are. We are going somewhere great.”

You laugh slightly through your nose and shake your head; a tear rolls over and down your cheek. “Are we, though? Would you really do that if you thought we were going in the right direction?” 

“I’m falling in love with you, (y/n).” He goes to reach for your hand, but you move it away. A bold move, you think. 

“No, you’re not Steve. You can’t sit here and tell me that. Jesus...” You shake your head, “What’s wrong with you?!” The emphasis on your words is filled with sadness, so palpable that in that moment if a by passer wandered by, they would feel the utter shame and sadness radiating from you both. 

After the short discussion, he’s tried so hard to keep his emotions together, to keep his tears held back until he’s alone later tonight, but now they flow freely. Subconsciously, he’s let them fall and they fall fast. “Can we work on this (y/n)? I know I fucked up; I do.” He rubs the back of his hand over his eyes and your heart feels like it’s breaking in two, watching how vulnerable he looks right now. Even though you’re utterly furious with him, all you’re finding yourself wanting to do is scoop him up and hold him. But you need to value your self-respect. So, you just answer with silence. He gets the hint and nods, sniffing and giving his eyes a final wipe with his fingertips. “I’ll be right here, (y/n). For when you decide to forgive me, if you ever do, I’ll always be here. No matter how long it takes.” 

Instinctively, you quickly take his hand in yours and give it a swift, small squeeze. Enough for him to be able to feel it. His eyes quickly go down to your hand and then up to your face, a small smile settling on his lips. You swing your bag over your shoulder and get up, starting to make your way to the nearest public bus stop to get you home. Steve respects that, and wants to give you space, so he lets you leave. He sits there for a while longer until the gentle breeze in the air becomes cold and the chill starts to settle. He knows you’re going to want space, but he also knows, from that little gesture, that you’re not giving up on the two of you, either.

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[evan4ever]

Girlll don’t make us wait any longer and write episode 3 of Unlikely Lovers plsssss!!!

(And a smutty one would be the cherry on top ❤️‍🔥)

Unlikely Lovers

Part 3 — part 2 here

Warnings - smutty smut 🤪 unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob, penetration

a/n: honestly can’t believe the popularity this series has 😅 I never intended to make a part 2, yet here I am with part 3 😂. Love it and all of you peeps!! 🫶🏻 also sorry for the length, I always say I’ll keep it shorter but it never happens LOL

Others requesting part 3 minus one or two I already answered

Where’s Unlikely Lovers part 3 girllll??? 🥺🥺

Omg!! Unlikely Lovers pt 3? Do we see this in our future? 🥹🥹

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It was your turn to visit Evan, though instead of going to LA where he lived, he insisted on a trip to New York City. Of course you were more than happy to take a trip with him. No, you weren’t “official” yet, but there was no doubt in either of your minds that that’s exactly what you both wanted — to be together. To be in a relationship.

You spent the last two months FaceTiming, calling, and nonstop texting. Since the day he left from visiting you in Montana until the day you arrived together at the airport in New York. It was a long two months, but it was more than worth it. Evan never had you questioning if you were wasting your time, since you were giving your all to him. In fact, he made it perfectly clear that his intentions were the same and he, too, was giving his all. He reminded you often, not even to your own asking, that he wanted you. And you wanted him more than anything in the world.

“You booked a hotel already?” You raised your eyebrows as if it was a big surprise, even though it shouldn’t be considering hotels booked fast in NYC. Evan chuckled and nodded, turning his phone screen to you to show you the hotel he had chosen for the two of you to stay at. Your jaw nearly hit the taxi floor seeing the luxurious building, quickly recollecting yourself and letting out a breath. “Evan, you didn’t have to book such an expensive hotel? We could’ve stayed at like.. a Holiday Inn or Best Western?” You urged, feeling guilty at the pricing of the hotel and that you hadn’t pitched in, only because Evan wouldn’t let you. He didn’t even want you paying for your own flight tickets but you insisted and you weren’t going to lose, him finally giving in.

“I didn’t have to do anything, I wanted to. I want your first experience in New York to be amazing and nothing less.” He grinned at you, meeting your eyes that were already on him. You dropped your eyebrows slightly and returned a soft smile.

“My first experience will be amazing because I’m here with you.” You assured, laying your head to rest on his shoulder as you both now looked out the taxi window and watched all the tall buildings go by with every pedestrian walking along the streets and sidewalks. You were in complete and utter awe in being in such a place. You had dreamed of visiting NYC one day, you knew it would be magical, but it was nothing compared to how you felt now being here with Evan by your side.

Soon, the taxi came to a stop at the front of the building that Evan had shown you and it looked even more mesmerizing in person. Evan got out and took your hand helping you out next, your eyes wandering to the people taking your bags for you from the trunk. You had never seen a valet in person, only in movies, so that was quite the experience as well. You felt Evan’s hand on the small of your back as he began leading you into the front doors of the hotel, the lobby alone looking like a place only dreams were made of. It was full of people filing in and out, some standing at the Starbucks, others talking in groups. Many dressed professional, like they were on a business trip. You were flooded with an overwhelming sense of insecurity, like you were definitely not meant to be in the presence of some of these people, but feeling Evan move his hand from your back to taking your hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze, you finally tore your eyes from those around you and glanced up at him. He looked down at you and gave you a reassuring smile before continuing to the front desk.

You stood patiently and quietly while he gave the clerk your guys’ info, watching as he handed Evan the room keys and directed him in the correct direction of your room. Evan retook your hand in his and once again led you down the hallway, the valet following behind with a cart, your bags placed carefully on it. Up the elevator and down another hallway. Once at your hotel room door, Evan gave you the key and turned to grab your bags while you opened the door, revealing the most beautiful hotel room you’ve ever seen. You walked in with Evan following behind, your mouth agape as you take it all in in complete awe. Evan watched you from behind, grinning ear to ear at your admiration. He wanted nothing more than to give you the best of the best.

“This place is just… wow” you sigh out, walking over to the window and looking out. You were on the 18th floor and everything looked like ants from below you. “This is incredible Evan.” You words came out in a whisper of disbelief.

Evan walked up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing gentle kisses up your neck to your ear before resting his chin on your shoulder and looking out the window with you. Goosebumps raised on your skin from Evans gentle kisses, your arms placed around his that were around you.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Almost as beautiful as you.” He spoke against your cheek now, a smile creeping on your lips as you leaned your head into his, turning your face and meeting his lips in a soft kiss, one of Evans hands making its way up and holding your face carefully to him.

When you pulled back just enough to see his face, your smile grew just looking at the beautiful man beside you. “Thank you for bringing me here.” You spoke quietly, Evan only placing a kiss on your cheek and then on your shoulder before stepping away from you and back to your bags.

“There’s so much to do here, so you have any specific places you’d like to go first?” He asks, you walking over to where he was.

You shook your head and shrugged. “I only know of Central Park, from movies.” You chuckle. “Anywhere you want to take me, I’m happy to go.”

He glanced up at you and shot a smile your way before digging through his bag again. You watched curiously until he pulled out a small but long, navy blue box. Your eyebrows furrowed still confused, meeting his eyes when he looked at you.

“I got you something” he stated, walking so he now stood before you. You glanced back down at the box then at him again.

“Evan..” you shook your head, already overwhelmed with what he’s done for you.

“Shh” he grinned, “I wanted to.”

You let out a breath then finally gave him a small smile, looking down as he opened the box and revealed a beautiful diamond heart necklace.

Your eyebrows shot up as you gazed down at the simple yet beautiful necklace, your hand placing itself over your heart. Your teeth bit down hard onto your bottom as your heart pounded like crazy in your chest.

“God, Evan..” you looked back up to him, seeing his famous goofy smile you loved so much. “It’s so beautiful, thank you.” Your hands reached and placed themselves on either side of his face bringing him to your lips again, kissing him much more deeply than the last one. His free hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him, your heads tilting opposite allowing you to kiss with more passion.

You honestly couldn’t understand how you got so lucky. One day you were paying for this famous actors coffee thinking he’d never even know it was you who did, and now, you were in New York City with this man, kissing him passionately. The months seemed to be flying by even though the time apart feels like it’s drawn out. You couldn’t ask for anything more than what you have right now.

You pulled back and quickly turned around, pulling your hair from your neck so Evan could latch the necklace around it. His hands felt so soft against the bare skin on your neck as he connected the ends, carefully setting it down against your skin and letting his fingers trace gently down your neck to your back, your backless shirt giving him the access he needed to do so.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, chills being sent throughout your body. You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt his lips against your shoulder, kissing your bare skin before placing another one below it.

Your breathing deepened as he continued kissing your skin all over, his hands having placed themselves on your hips holding them tightly. You dropped your head to the side so he was able to kiss back up your neck and behind your ear, wanting him now more than ever.

You hadn’t had sex yet, obviously deciding to wait until you had gotten to know each other better. But after the last two months of learning everything possible about the other, you were ready.

“Evan..” you breathed his name out softly, slowly, feeling him hum against your skin as his kisses began placing themselves from your ear up your jaw. “Please” you whisper, your voice shaky from nerves and neediness.

Evan’s grip on your hips tighten hearing your desperation, slight worry that you may not actually be ready like you feel, but also wanting nothing more than to give into your plea.

You feel him pull your hips to turn you around, doing so and looking up at him. His eyes flicker down to the necklace around your neck, loving how it looks on you and turning him on more before flickering back to your eyes below him.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He says lowly but completely serious. Your gaze shifts from his eyes to his lips, to his clenched jaw then back up to his eyes. Your hands slowly find their way to his cheeks, holding them gently still maintaining eye contact.

“I am.” You confirm, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss it his lips. You hear him suck a sharp breath from his nose as his lips move perfectly against yours, his hands carefully finding their way around you and caressing up and down your waist slowly, as if allowing you to be sure before he moved any faster.

When you didn’t back out, completely ready to give yourself to him, you feel his hands then move down your legs and to the back of your thighs, gripping them and hiking you up in one easy motion. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, your hands still holding his face to yours while you both deepened the kiss into another passion filled one. Your tongue slips from your mouth and glides across his bottom lip slowly asking for access, his mouth opening to grant it and your tongues colliding against the other for dominance. Though you were eager, you were no match to him, his tongue sliding into your mouth now and tasting every inch of you.

Evan carry’s you carefully over to the bed, lowering you onto and resting above you with on hand holding him up while his other explored your clothed body. Your hands slide down his chest to his torso, lifting his shirt for him to take off, Evan pulling back from your lips and sitting up enough to pull it over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room as he quickly leans down and finds your lips again. Your hands find their way back to his now shirtless body, feeling his warm skin under your touch.

“Sit up” he mumbles against your lips, helping you sit up on the bed, his hands finding the bottom of your shirt while his eyes meet yours silently asking if he could remove it. You lift your arms to grant him his request, feeling his slide your shirt up and over your head. He gazes over your almost bare torso with a smile, your eyes watching him admire your body already.

Your arms reach behind you, unclasping your lace black bra while Evans gaze intensifies, eager to see you bare. You slide the straps of the bra slowly down your shoulders before removing it completely, tossing it aside and looking back up to him. Your body quickly tenses with insecurity, scared that he might not be attracted to what he sees, but he quickly leans back into you and presses a kiss on your lips.

“Beautiful” he breathes out, his hands sliding down your waist gently, reassuringly. Your eyes look up at him through your long lashes, nothing but complete lust filled within them. Your body was trembling ever so slightly from all the nerves you felt, and Evan could feel it under him.

“Is this okay?” He asks quietly, looking sternly into your eyes wanting your complete honesty, ready to make a full stop if you weren’t. But, you only nod, looking between his eyes and leaning your head up to reconnect your lips, carefully pushing you back down against the bed.

You feel his hands make their way down to your legs that were still clothed as his own were, gently massaging into your thighs with his thumbs. You softly buck your hips into him, feeling his bludgeoned against your core and letting out a quiet moan against his lips, causing him to let out his own moan that drives you insane.

His hands quickly unbutton your pants, you lifting your hips for him to slide them down your legs painfully slow. You watch as he pulls them off and begins placing open mouthed kisses back up your legs, the ache between your thighs growing with every touch. You let your head fall back against the bed, your eyes fluttering shut feeling him slide your panties down next, his hands taking ahold of your knees and carefully spreading them. Once again feeling slightly insecure being completely bare and vulnerable to him, you control your heavy breathing and allow his hands to slide up your thighs gently, so close to where you need him the most.

Finally, his thumb presses against your clit making you suck in a sharp breath at his touch, holding it in as he begins rubbing slow circles over it.

“F..fuck” you stutter out, your hands flying to your head and holding your face in them, completely withering in his every move. Evan glanced up at you, the way you hold yourself and the sounds you make for him making his dick throb through his jeans. He bites onto his lip and looks back down at your pretty, wet pussy in front of him, groaning at the beautiful sight. Continuing his thumb movements, he uses his middle finger from the same hand and slides it into you, smiling at your long moan. As he begins pumping it in and out of you, his other hand moves up placing itself on your abdomen and pressing your body down against the bed denying your body from the bucking it had began doing and adding more pressure onto your heat helping your climax build.

“God.. Evan” you moan, lifting your head to watch the picture in front of you, seeing Evan working on your pussy so effortlessly and beautifully. The sight alone could’ve made you cum, but you held it in, wanting to reach your orgasm with him inside of you. Sucking in and letting out a few more shaky breaths, you reach for Evan, grabbing his arm and pulling him back up and onto you. You quickly reach down and fumble with his jeans, eager for them to be off. He helps undo his buttons and wiggles them down his legs, his boxers following. Your eyes immediately land on his boner, clenching your pussy at the sight. Your eyes look up to Evan’s as you reach out and wrap your small hand around him, watching his eyes flutter shut as you begging stroking gently. Seeing him melt in your touch gives you a new sense of confidence, leaning yourself up and licking a strip from the bottom to the tip.

“Fuck… yes” Evan groans, his hand resting against the side of your head for support as you take all of him into your mouth. You bob slow at first, looking up so you could watch his face, his eyes already on you, and allowing yourself to begging bobbing faster. Your hand rests on his stomach, sucking his dick so perfectly that his legs began shaking from under him, his hold on your head tightening and strings of long, deep moans escaping from his beautiful mouth. You pull back and suck on his tip, paying extra attention to the sensitive spot and feeling him tensing up.

You were determined to make him cum right there, but he pulled your mouth from him and let out a breath, light chuckles leaving his mouth as you looked up at him with a pout.

“I wanna cum from that perfect pussy of yours” he said, his voice deep and eager as he lifted you further onto the bed and placed himself between your legs. He took ahold of his dick and slid it through your folds a few times, both of your eyes fluttering shut from the sensation.

“Fuck me” you breathe out, and Evan doesn’t hesitate to line himself up and allow his dick to slide inside of you slowly, looking up to your face for assurance that you give with quick nods, wanting him to continue. He pulls out before reentering, groaning at how perfectly wet you are for him, making it so easy to fuck you.

As he pulls out and slides back in, his head falls onto your chest, one of his hands gripping tightly onto your hip. Your mouth falls open with each deeper thrust, head falling back in pure ecstasy at the perfect tempo.

“So fucking good” he groans against your skin, opening his eyes to find one of your tits and taking your already hardened nipple into his mouth, a moan-muffled yelp from you at the surprise and new feeling and feeling your hand against the back of his head encouraging more. His other hand reaches up and plays with your other nipple, pinching and rubbing his thumb over it and listening to the sounds you make in response.

After a few more thrusts, he removes his mouth from your nipple and leans back, grabbing your legs and resting them over his shoulders so he could fuck you deeper, thrusting hard into you and hitting that perfect sweet spot.

“Yes, oh god.. don’t stop” you encourage him, his thrusts speeding up at your words. You could feel your climax building again, your hands finding your face again as it grew closer. “Fuck Evan I’m gonna cum” you nearly shrieked out, only making Evan slam into you hard repeatedly wanting to make you cum all over his dick.

“That’s okay baby, let it go… cum for me” he encourages, his words sending you over the edge and your thighs attempting to squeeze together but to no avail with Evan between them. You arch your back as your orgasm floods through your body, releasing on his dick while he continued thrusting into you closing in on his own orgasm.

He watches your body react to the way he keeps fucking into you, your trembling legs and heavy rising and falling chest finally sending him over the edge. He thrusts once more before pulling out and pumping his dick while he cums onto your stomach, his head falling back and your eyes on his dick watching as he cums all over you.

You suck your lip into your mouth, biting down onto it while he strokes his dick coming down from his own orgasm, your eyes flickering up to him and watching his face scrunch up before relaxing, his eyes opening to meet yours. You press your lips into a smile, his copying yours as he leans down and connects your lips again, much more gentle this time.

“That was so..”

“Perfect” he finishes for you, grinning down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Perfect.” You nod, agreeing with him. You wrap your arms around him into a hug, his arms sliding under your body and wrapping you up against him.

You both lay there embracing the other for some time, listening to his breaths slow and feeling his pulse calm down. You nuzzle your face into his neck, kissing the skin softly.

“Do you want to go out?” You hear him ask, smiling against him.

“Mhmm” you hum, breathing in his scent before loosening your hold on him. He presses another kiss to the side of your head before he stands to his feet, walking over and grabbing a towel before returning to you and wiping his cum from your stomach, cleaning you first before he cleans himself. You smile at his choice of aftercare, your stomach bursting butterflies at how gentle and caring he was.

“I think I know the perfect place to go” he grins to you before turning and finding his clothes, pulling his boxers up before his jeans. You sigh, so happy and fucked out, sitting up in the bed and admiring Evan as he dressed.

“Where might that be?” You question. He looks back at you and shrugs playfully, walking over to you.

“You’ll just have to wait and see” he says quietly, leaning down to kiss your lips again, your lips smiling through it against his.

“Okay..” you sigh again, breathing in a deep breath before standing from the bed, finding your clothes and going to the bathroom to wash up first.

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[lee-uh]

my mind is vibrating with the idea of a “too sweet” by hozier based luke castellan x dionysius reader

maybe as he’s slowly going dark after his quest bringing up ideas of rebellion against the gods and her trying to lure him away from that path and be supportive while still giving prayers and offerings to the gods for the line “ you keep telling me to live right to go to bed before the daylight but then you wake up for the sunrise” and luke being conflicted by his love for her and his need for vengeance trying to give into her warmth and comfort

“I wish I could go along babe don't get me wrong you know you're bright as the morning as soft as the rain”

and luke just trying in little ways to corrupt her(c’mon we love a little dark luke toxicity) like extra hard ways to strike down opponents in training and encouraging her doubts in the gods but then ultimately realizing her belief in them in is to rooted to her and can’t be stomped down that easily(mainly bc we love grump dad mr.d who shows his love like jay pritchett)

“you know you don't gotta pretend baby now and then don’t you just wanna wake up”

him knowing that he’s gonna leave her behind and betray percy and before he does thinking back to those brief moments of her struggling not to give into temptation against the gods and then ultimately staying true to her belief in them and him ultimately giving into the temptation to rebel but still relishing everything that was left in between those moments knowing he’s leaving them behind

“pretty as a vine as sweet as a grape if you can sit in a barrel maybe I'll wait until that day id rather take my whiskey neat”

#luke castellan x reader #pjo series #pjo imagine #luke castellan x dionysus!reader #too sweet #hozier #imagine requests

[unabashedlittleblackbook]

Memories

Eddie Munson x F! Reader

Summary/Request: Cutesy Best Friends to Lovers @fuzzymelanie

Warnings: None? Not that cutesy??

A/N: This took me waaaaaay too long tbfh. Kinda proofread it but it’s 2am and this is my second attempt at posting it bc I don’t understand technology. I also don’t know how to get my spacing to stay. Might be a little rough around the edges? I don’t know how to write children tbh. Feedback is appreciated!! I love to hear what you guys have to say <3

In every instance of your life, whether it be big or small, you could look back and there would be one constant. What was that constant? None other than Eddie Munson. You’d known Eddie almost as long as you’d been alive, an exaggeration, sure, but the statement held some truth. You met at the Hawkins Middle School talent show. Neither one of you even placed in the top three, first place going to the girl with the dance routine that made waves with the adults in the auditorium. Truthfully it wasn’t all that great, but the people love mediocrity. However, your paths didn’t actually cross until later that night after everyone went home. As luck would have it, both of your rides were running late.

You would’ve never in a billion years dreamt of approaching a boy like Eddie, let alone strike up a conversation. You were a loner, something your parents frowned upon but people just weren’t all that interesting. But Eddie.. Eddie was different, be it the way he talked or even the way he carried himself, he just had this certain spunk to him. A complete riot to be around, as you’d later find out. Him coming up to you got the ball rolling, a feat you’d never forget.

You were sitting on a chair left out in the hallway, swinging your legs back and forth since they couldn’t quite reach the ground yet. There were a few people still lingering, some being students and some being faculty members. It was years ago but you’d never forget the way he sauntered up to you and broke the silence all in one breath. “Y/N, right?” You barely got a nod in before he was talking again, “Your performance was pretty cool, not my first choice of song, but it was cool.” You couldn’t help but balk at him until you finally regained your composure, forcing the words to leave your mouth. “Oh, uh, thanks? You were pretty cool too.” You were unsure of what to do, should you say something else? Clearing your throat you spoke again. “What was it? Corrupted Coffin?” You had watched his act, but the name fell on deaf ears when it was announced. “Corroded Coffin,” he corrected. “Right, sorry.” You offered a sheepish smile, not really sure of what to say next. “Anyway, I’m Eddie.” As he spoke the words he stuck his thumb out and poked his chest. “The guys and I were talking and we thought it would be killer if you stopped by sometime and watched us play.” He gave a small shrug, “if you’re interested.” You’d later find out that he forgot the ‘itwouldbesototallycoolifyoujoinedthebandasourvocalist’ part. “I don’t know,” you trailed off, chewing the inside of your cheek. “That’s not really- I mean you guys are great and all, but that's not really my thing.” Technically it was a lie. Music was your thing, people were not. That didn’t stop Eddie, “one practice? You won’t regret it.” The side of his mouth turned up and he threw his hands up in a ‘Hey Whaddya Say?’ gesture. You were curious for sure, but how could you possibly say no when he was staring you down with those pretty brown eyes? That was the first time you couldn’t refuse Eddie, and as time would tell, it wouldn’t be the last.

Over the years there were many laughs and even more memories, some more memorable than others. One of your favorites had to have been the night before your 18th birthday, the year after you discovered you had feelings for your best friend.

It was late, later than it was supposed to be if you had a boy in your room, which as of 15 minutes ago, you did. For the past 15 minutes you’d been arguing with Eddie while perched on your bed, arms crossed watching him pace back and forth. “I am not sneaking out! And I most certainly am not stealing my fathers car.” Your voice was firm but your resolve was cracking minute by minute. “Think about the memories! This is valuable band bonding time.” He put emphasis on the valuable part, spinning to face you with an exasperated look and threw his hands up before letting them fall to his sides. You tried not to let your disappointment show at his words, band bonding. Right. Pull yourself together.

Would changing the subject help? Probably not but it was worth a shot. “Take your shoes off, that's wool you’re standing on.” High end carpet for high end taste, your mothers of course. You got an eye roll in response. “Don’t change the subject. How are we supposed to enjoy the night without our best girl? Come on, think about it.” You ignored the flutter in your chest. It was basically a sales pitch at this point. You looked at the clock on your nightstand, it had just turned to 9 O’clock. The band started at 11. He was running out of time, the puppy dog eyes would be coming out soon. “You’re just saying that because I’m the only one with a means of getting there,” you said flatly. You had to admit though, it was tempting. He scratched his head and walked closer, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “Okay, okay. When have I ever steered you wrong?” That made you laugh, “There was that time whe-” “Let’s forget that, do you trust me?” There they were, those big brown eyes. Your face softened and you felt your shoulders slump. Your eyes trailed down to his lips, pausing before meeting his eyes again. Of course you trusted him, he was your best friend. Though sometimes you felt like he could be more. “You know I do.” The words came out soft, softer than you meant but he heard you all the same. You both stared at each other before a grin broke out on his face. “Then get your ass out of bed and let’s get going!” He gestured to the window, a giddy expression on his face. “Shush! Do you want my parents to hear you?” Eddie put a finger to his lips, mouthing the word ‘sorry’ while wincing. You rolled your eyes and smiled at him before telling him the plan. “Go meet me at the car while I change and grab the keys.” Eddie gave a thumbs up before climbing out the window as quietly as he could. It wasn’t hard to get the keys, they were hanging on the hook where they alway were. Now was the hard part, how to get the car out of the driveway without alerting your parents. “Now how the hell are we gonna do this?” He held up a finger, “I already thought of that, follow me.” “Of course you did,” you muttered under your breath. “ We’re gonna put the car in neutral and slowly roll it until we’re far enough away. Key word being slowly.” You balked at him in disbelief before letting out a chuckle. He couldn’t be serious. “Well? Hurry up, we don't have all night.” He motioned to the car expectantly. Of course he was serious because why wouldn’t he be. You huffed before rolling your eyes and following his lead as you both slowly moved the car away from the house.

You and your gaggle of boys that you call friends made it to the bar on time and in one piece, all thanks to you. It was a few towns over which meant no familiar faces, something you were all counting on. You made it just in time to hear them play the first song of the night. At first you were worried you’d be kicked out but as the night carried on you worried less. If anyone had suspicions you were underage they clearly didn’t care enough to do anything about it. The night wrapped up a little before 2, it was late but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Eddie was right, it was one hell of a night, definitely one for the books. The five of you made your way to your dads car, all of you laughing at something Gareth said. You waited until everyone was settled before beginning the drive home, you and Eddie up front and the rest of the boys in the back. It was the usual seating arrangement, at least it had been since the day you got your license. The car was loud with all the boys talking over one another but you just laughed and shook your head. Truthfully it made your heart swell, they were your boys. You loved them all, just in different ways. Sure they were your boys, but you wanted Eddie to be your boy. You wanted the cheesy compliments, the arcade dates, the feeling of him in your arms. You wanted it all, you yearned for it. But seeing him happy made you happy, and that was good enough for you. It had to be. You gave a quick glance in Eddie’s direction, his smile taking over his face as he replied to something Gareth said, or maybe it was Jeff. You weren’t sure, the only thing you knew was that you’d never forget tonight.

As all good things do, it soon came to an end. You were making your last stop before heading home: Eddie’s place. The car came to a halt and you paused, unsure of whether or not to break the comfortable silence that washed over the two of you. As if hearing your thoughts Eddie spoke up. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.” You blinked, in all the excitement of the night you had completely forgotten about your birthday. “Oh. Yeah, I guess it is.” You smiled, of course he would be the one to remember. “I uh, I have something for you.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, suddenly unsure of himself. He cleared his throat before reaching into the front pocket of his jacket. He fumbled with the button before pulling out a cord with something attached to it and handed it to you. You held it up and let out a small gasp when you finally got a good look at it. He took his favorite guitar pick and turned it into a necklace. You’d been eyeing it for as long as you could remember. It was on its last legs of course, but it was still as pretty as it was when he first used it. You’d joked on more than one occasion that one day he’d wake up and it would be gone. You never thought he would actually give it up, the pick was special to him. Part of you hoped that maybe this meant he might feel the same. There was a small hole at the top where the material went through, made by his knife no doubt. You weren’t sure of what to say, what do you say to the person that gave you a piece of them? “Eddie, this…” you trailed off. “This is your favorite pick, why would you-” You were cut off, “I can get another pick, I can’t get another you.” He coughed before continuing. “I uh, I want you to have it.” He fiddled with his rings, hoping it didn’t come off too as cheesy as it sounded. “Thank you.” Releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding, you wrapped him in a hug. Like the moment, it was a little awkward, the car not being the best spot for a hug. You pulled away slowly, meeting his eyes. You couldn’t remember who leaned in first, all you knew was that neither one of you made a move to stop. Your lips met and you swore your heart skipped a beat. Eventually you broke the kiss, resting your forehead on his. You had matching grins, the car silent except for the faint sound of the radio playing. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” you laughed, still in disbelief. “Middle school.” You pulled away, confused by his words. He continued, “I’ve been waiting to do that since that stupid talent show.” There it was, that warm gushy feeling. You shook your head and laughed. “Now you tell me.” He was definitely right, this was gonna be one hell of a memory. “Guess we have to make up for lost time then won’t we?” Just as soon as the words left his mouth he was pulling you in for another kiss.

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[bxllamiizu]

I’ve been trying to come up with an idea for Mizu x Reader [Academic Rival] but nothing, my brain don’t wanna work w me rn. Y’all got anything??

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[black-dhalias]

Promise Me

Johanna Mason X F!Reader

Warnings: Death, cursing, normal hunger games warnings, and brief mention of suicide.

Nothing about Y/N ever screamed ordinary to Johanna—you were every bit exciting and amazing from the day she met you until the day Snow stole you away. You were the kind of summer sunshine that brightened everyone you met in Seven, and Johanna was far from that. She was rigid and harsh, like salt into a wound. And for some reason, you were glued to her side.

“Joooooooooooo—” You drag out the nickname, throwing yourself across the lounge in the living room. You were going crazy watching her get ready for the tour, bored out of your mind—but you were here. Hardly left this house since Johanna came home.

She hmmms, turning in your direction and smiling as she spots your smile—you were the only reason she had left to smile. The Games had taken just about everything from her, but as you pout and reach out for her. Johanna is a fool for you, an absolute idiot. The cameras would be here shortly, but you did more than preoccupy her—you kept her sane.

“Yes Y/N?” You continue to reach out, gesturing her close and watch as she finally lets her resolve call and gives in. Something about how your palm melts around her fingers as she lets you pull her close, warmly smiling throughout the entire motion. That feeling just gives her a sense of belonging, of importance—that she wouldn’t trade for anything else.

“Is there something you need?” You feel the hum of her breath as she lays spooned against your chest. You know she’s smiling, even if you can’t see it.

“Nothing more than this.”

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Johanna had walked into Victor’s Village like it was any other day, the Games had ended—her tributes dead, and the idea of holding you was just about the only thing on her mind.

First, she imagined herself walking in and you’re there to greet her. You don’t even wait for her to toss away her things before you have embraced her close. Your face buried in her shoulder, everything would slip through her fingers until they were free enough to hold you back.

Second, by the time you let go—Johanna would be relieved, the hate would melt away and that would be enough. You would smile at her, not happy or sad—but that soft and warm smile because you knew what she felt. Knew what she had seen.

Third, you would lead her to the living room where fresh tea and bread would be waiting. A soft spreadable cheese still cool, because you wanted everything to be perfect.

Fourth, she’d sit there all night with you in her arms. Trying to imagine anyone else, and unable—knowing that you were the one made for her. A perfect incarnation of sunshine, and even when she burdened you with her Games. You were always there when she woke up in the morning.

Five, every year was the same thing… Johanna liked that she knew what to expect from you at every turn. The simplicity of knowing where your head is at. It made up for the unpredictability of the Games themselves. Took her far away from those thoughts.

Si-, the door is ajar—Johanna hesitates on the porch, something about the rush of blood to her head makes the world sit sideways. On edge. Like she’s trying to walk through the portal.

You never leave the door open.

Seven, she finds the courage to place her hand against the rough edge of the door. One slip and her fingers would be splintered, it was as if someone had forced their way in. Breaking the trim. There is no rush of fresh bread, or sweet candles you burned so often. There was no you at all. Just a long empty hall. One that is too quiet.

Ei-eight, Johanna knows what’s coming before she even turns the corner… something about the thick metallic smell had a mist already formed in her eyes. She couldn’t even feel her hands that guided her through the home, but there you were.

Nine. She stares at the note as if it could burst into flames, willing it to—Snow. It was easy to decipher the meaning. She got nine years with Y/N. Her perfect match. And Snow gave her nine chances to accept his offer, and she refused them all. Too loyal to her Y/N…

Johanna saw her fair share of dead bodies in the arena, but when the note slips out of her fingers. Her body had gone into autopilot, rushing your form that is hidden by the coffee table.

“Y/N!” Her knees ache as they hit hardwood, the heavy pound of her heart is all she hears as she tries to find a pulse. To will your heart into a steady beat, but it is already gone. And all Johanna could do was sit there and know. “Please don’t-” The words broke off, because they didn’t matter.

You were already gone.

Johanna sat there for the rest of the night, wishing for any sign of life. She could barely stand it when the peacekeepers finally came for your body.

The rumors said you did it to yourself, downed a bottle of pills, but Johanna knew better than that. Knew the edge to her voice was warranted as she tried to silence ever lie, because you wouldn’t.

You didn’t.

Snow just made it seem like you did. That Johanna had finally told you one too many stories, put one too many burdens on you.

She had nine chances, and chose you all nine times… and inadvertently, ended it all.

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In District Thirteen, Johanna still found herself seeing you as she did in the Capitol. You were smiling again, the morphine induced visions seemed more joyous than those made by torture. You laid with her, and smiled—made the worst of the dreams disappear.

Even when the morphine wore off, you were still there and Johanna appreciated the memories. Sometimes, if she let herself forget about your death—she would almost believe you were still alive. That it was really you watching over her. Just like you promised you would.

Watching the wedding, something in Johanna felt emptier wondering if she would have married you? She would have asked eventually, no one got her the way you did. You knew when she was upset, or sad, or happy by the smallest twitch in her expression.

Would you wear a dress? Would it be white? Would you kiss her in front of no one, with no family or would your friends be there? Would you have lived through the games? The revolution?

Katniss is next to her, but Johanna’s mind is far off—wondering where you are. How you are? Did you finally figure out what’s after death? Will you still be waiting for her?

“Her name was Y/N…” It was unprovoked, but it was the first time Johanna had managed to speak your name out loud. She couldn’t bare to say a syllable after you died, it was like sending shockwaves through her whole body. Every. Single. Time.

“What?”

“The girl I love. Her name is Y/N.” Johanna briefly sees a flash of your eyes from memory, the brightness shining through even though it is only a thought.

Katniss could hear the echo of what Johanna had said during the Quell: “There’s no one left I love.”

“Snow killed her a year after I won. She was just about the only person I cared about, someone ought to know that much.” She pauses, the words caught in her throat as she looks over at Katniss.

“He has to pay for what he’s done.”

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[kinzis-writing]

Upcoming Stories/updates:

As of: January 15, 2023

Jealousy, Jealousy • Tee Higgins {requested}

Soft Moments • Sam Hubbard {requested}

Special Moments • Josh Allen {requested}

Better than revenge • Mattheo Riddle pt. 6

This Christmas • Rafe Cameron pt. 2 (to last Christmas)

Coming Soon: Working on plot & draft

Unexpected Love • Tee Higgins *mini series*

“slut!” • Josh Allen *mini series*

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[bohobooks]

Can I request a hurt/comfort with ominis gaunt?

The reader had a familiar upbringing as ominis did but they held it how they really felt about it and one day it all got to much and ominis finds them sobbing in a quiet corner of the library and he let's them cry it out on his shoulder?

Request: Can I request a hurt/comfort with Ominis Gaunt?[...]

Description: Raised in a pureblood family Y/n Malfoy has seen and been forced to participate in some truly evil things. She usually hides the effects of it fairly well, but after the events in the Scriptorium where she was forced to cast cruicio on Sebastian things begin to resurface.

Warnings: slight s*icidal ideation. Mentions of Abuse.

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Y/n's POV

If the gods struck me down right now, I wouldn't find it in myself to care. Infact, part of me would rejoice. Death- an ugly, painful death- was no less than I deserved.

"Strike the muggle down, Y/n." Father's demanding voice found its ways to my young ears, "You are a Malfoy. You are a God compared to the filth infront of you."

My wand held infront of me trembled. The muggle woman was covered in filth, except for the clean carved paths where tears had found their way down her pale cheeks. Her eyes met mine, holding such pain. Such raw, unadulterated fear.

My voice surprised even me. The fact that my vocal chords seemed to work at all at the moment was unexpected, but sure enough a croak left my mouth, "No."

Father laughed a laugh so full of vitriol that my skin crawled at the mere sound, "No? NO? Crucio!"

My wand didn't even fall to the ground, as the second my nerves were alit, my fists clenched. Like a child grasping a metal pole struck by lightning. Yet, somehow I was sure that being struck by lightning would hurt less than this. Every nerve was on fire, my blood boiling. The horrid agony was tunneling into my bones; through them, straight into my sould shredding it into irreparable slivers.

I wanted death. I prayed for it to end, anything. Anything but this unrelenting torture.

When the onslaught of pain stopped, I still lay on the cold stone floor, body convulsing with the ghost of agony still writhing within. My father's heinous words still managed to find my conscious, "Kill. The. Muggle."

My knees wavered as I found purchase on my feet. One arm clutched around my stomach, as if that would end the pain, and the other held my wand out. Through my tears, I looked the poor woman in the face, managing to mouth the words 'I'm sorry.'

Through the pleas that the muggle woman sobbed out- pleas to a God that wasn't listening- I heard my fathers voice again, "Do it, girl."

I took a deep, shaky breath and spoke.

"Avada Kedavra!"

I had never been the same after that day, after my soul being shredded to tatters and given over to evil.

That wasn't the last muggle I had killed, and it was far from the last time I had been tortured at the hands of my own family. Even now, sitting in the darkest corner of the library, my mouth still filled with the taste of blood and sulfur.

Throughout my time in Hogwarts, I had kept my past a relative secret. Sure, they all knew that I came from a pureblood family, that was hardly a secret. But if my friends knew what I had done? That I was a killer? They'd hate me. Worse, they'd turn me in.

Azkaban was a better fate than I deserved. Yet I could never bring myself to complete the punishment truly befitting of my crimes. So here I am, sitting alone in the corner of the library sobbing in the shadows while my friends were all likely merrily eating dinner.

"Y/n? Is that you?" A voice comes from within the stacks ahead of me.

Shit.

Ominis.

I quickly wipe my tears, taking a deep breath, and attempt to mask the hoarseness in my voice from crying, "Hello Ominis, yes it's me."

His figure emerged from the shelves, "Y/n darling, what praytell, are you doing back here?"

I dust my skirts, not bothering to rise from the floor I'm firmly planted on, "Oh, you know. Just studying."

Saying nothing, Ominis just raises an eyebrow and moves to sit next to me. A moment of silence passes before he speaks, "I heard you crying. Please know you can talk to me."

I sniffle, mind running it over. I know that Ominis's family had done similar things to him. I could tell him, right? He'd understand? Even if he didn't, he'd tell someone and I'd be sent to Askaban- I could just let myself go there. It could end.

I took a deep breath, inhaling all of the courage in the world, "I am a killer, Ominis."

I waited for him to stand, flee, yell... anything. I waited for anything to happen, for me to be taken away, for him to scream for help. But he just-

...he just put his arm around me?

"Your family made you do awful things aswell, didn't they?" He pulled me into his side, "I heard it in your voice the night of the Scriptorium."

All I could do was nod as the lump in my throat burst like a dam and I sobbed. I sobbed for every life I've taken, for every person I had tortured... for myself.

The whole time that I spent falling to pieces in his arms he just held me close, kissing the top of my head and murmuring into my hair, "We are not evil. You are not evil. You are good, you are loved. I've got you."

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[ash5monster01]

Back To You

Pairing: MacGyver x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of heartbreak

Summary: based on the song Back To You by Selena Gomez. You try to give Mac space, protect him and allow him to be happy without having to worry about you. Yet after you realize you’ve still been thinking about him for a whole year, you finally decide it’s time to go back.

word count: 1444

Masterlist

It was day number 365.

It was just another day, yet it wasn't because here you were lying awake, staring at the bright red numbers that glowed 12 am into the room. Officially day 365. 1 whole year and here you were wide awake thinking about him again. Suddenly you realized you must've not gotten any sleep this past year.

Rolling over you spotted the bare back of the male beside you. This wasn't right. It was never right. Sighing you rolled again to face the ceiling. For the past 2 months you had kept returning to this house to try and keep the thoughts of him away but much to your surprise it didn't work. Now it was day 365 and it made you realize you couldn't do this anymore.

Rolling back to face the clock it was now 12:02 am and you didn't feel any better. Quickly standing up you slipped on your jeans and grabbed your purse and heels. Every day it felt like you did the walk of shame out of this house. Just never this early. As soon as you sat in the car you tried to convince yourself to just drive home and eat away all the feelings. But some force was pulling at your heart and that was the only explanation you had for starting 20 minutes in the opposite direction.

By the time you got there it was 12:30 and it took you another 30 minutes to work up the courage to walk up to the front door. This was silly. Everyone knew it. But this was unfinished business and at the end of the day you couldn't help but want to be in his arms and do it all again. No matter what all you ever wanted to do was go back to him. And with that thought it got you to ring that doorbell fresh at 1 am.

It took a moment and then the front entry lights flashed on and the nerves rushed up your spine and made you stomach sick. Now you half expected Mac to be shirtless, opening the front door, and looking shocked to see you but instead Bozer had opened the front door and as soon as he spotted you his eyes went so wide you could barely tell you just woke him up.

"Y/N what are you doing here?" your stomach turned at the idea of explaining but at the end of the day Bozer was one of your best friends and he would understand any situation you were in. He was just that kind of guy.

"Would you believe it if I said I got lost on the way home?" Bozer immediately noticed what was actually going on here and ushered you inside.

"No, but I could never refuse a visit from you. Even if it was 1 am" Bozer led you to the the kitchen and started brewing some coffee for the both of you. It wasn't hard to notice that all the pictures of you had been removed from the room.

"So what are you actually doing here Y/N?" he asked as he handed you your coffee, made to the exact way you liked it. Only Bozer would of course remember.

"It's been a year. Today. Did you know that?" Bozer dropped his head as he heard the sadness laced throughout your voice.

"Not hard to forget. That's why I agreed to let Mac stay late at work. Keep his mind off of things" you gripped the mug tight. Bozer of course had kept this in mind and made sure Mac would make it through.

"So he's not home-"

"Y/N I don't even think you should see him" you dropped your head. Bozer of course was only protecting you both from the chance of heartbreak again but all you wanted to do was hold him even when you weren't supposed to.

"I still love him" Bozer went to reply but headlights flashed across the kitchen. It wasn't hard to spot Mac's jeep pulling into the driveway.

"You should go" he mumbled and you knew he was trying to protect you but the idea of seeing Mac was keeping you glued to the stool.

"Bozer what are you still doing up?" Mac's voice filled the home as the door opened. Once he shut it he turned towards the kitchen and spotted the two. Automatically he froze. He would've stayed at work later but he couldn't pay attention with the thought of you roaming around his head.

"I'll leave you two alone" Bozer grabbed his coffee and walked back down the hall to his bedroom.

"What are you doing here?" Mac didn't move from his spot. He wasn't even sure he could go through this conversation without begging for her to come back. But she has to want to come back. He can't keep her.

"I just wanted to catch up" you weren't sure why you lied. Maybe it was because seeing him now in his jeans and black long sleeve shirt with his hair all messy from what it looked to be running his hands through it to much.

"Is it overstepping to call bullshit" it pained him to see you. He wanted you so bad he thought it was cruel you were just ‘catching up’.

"I couldn't sleep okay Mac. I'm not even sure why I came here myself. All I know is I couldn't get you out of my head so I drove here at one am to see you" Mac froze as she spoke. Blurting the words out made it all so real.

"You left" he whispered and a lone tear slipped down her face.

"I left because you needed your focus. Bozer had just found out about your job and you were protecting him. I'd go days without seeing you. I didn't want you to worry about being there for me" Mac walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer as he let out a long sigh.

"If you were so worried about taking care of me did you think about how much it would hurt me when I came home after five days to have all your stuff missing and a note that said goodbye" you turned your head. It wasn't your best moment, but you knew one look at Mac's face and you wouldn't do it. You wouldn't leave.

"I was to in love with you. If I saw you, those blue fucking eyes I would've kissed you instead of give you space. I needed you to be happy. Even if it meant hurting you at first" Mac wouldn't turn from the fridge. He couldn't look at her. Looking at her made this all to real for him.

"I hate how much you meant to me. I fell so hard and you left. It hurt everyday. It still hurts. And I can't give you that power again. Not unless I knew you would never leave me again" slowly you stood up and he visibly tensed when he heard the stool scrape across the floor. Somehow he tensed even more when you placed your hands on his arms. He had to turn around.

"Mac I have thought about you every day for a whole year. I've tried to move on but all I do is think about you. I knew I couldn't fight it anymore" Mac relaxed slightly and started to slowly turn around. Your hands fell from his body as he faced you. His blue eyes piercing your soul.

"You feel this?" he grabbed your hand and placed it on your chest. His heart thumped slowly against it. "Even though you broke my heart in two it still beats for you"

"Then let me fix it" you said and before Mac even knew it he placed his lips on yours, quickly kissing you. This was what he was afraid of, he knew when she came back he wouldn't be able to stay away. But then again as he kissed her he didn't feel bad. It was like relief washed over him.

Slowly he picked her up and set her down on the counter. Her hands tangled in his hair as she locked her legs around his waist. This was so SO good. It was like relapsing and everything seemed better than it ever was before. Breathing in his pine scent and tasting each others cherry mouths was enough to set fire to each others touch. When the both finally pulled away breathing heavily in each others faces it took only 6 words to convince Mac to let her stay.

"I'll always go back to you"

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[haleyrude]

Alone

Pairing: Zak Bagans x fem!reader 

Disclaimer: Loved this request and had fun writing it! Enjoy!

Words: 2.1k

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The sky was blue, not one cloud to be seen. Everything was normal, you had even found a $5 bill on the floor while you were out running errands. Though all day you had a knot in your stomach which was unsettling, your gut was telling you something was wrong. You had texted your family and friends asking if everything was okay and they had all responded normally. You pinned it off as having to join your boyfriend and friends on one of their ghost investigations that night. 

Normally you were nervous but you’ve never had a knot in your stomach like you do now. You had spent a few hours researching the destination so you knew what to expect. Now the location tonight was known to have negative energy toward females and maybe that’s why you were so unsettled. You had just finished showering so you threw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt before wrapping your hair up in a towel. Sighing, you grabbed your phone off the bathroom counter and walked out to your bed plopping on your stomach. Hovering over your boyfriends name on your phone you bit your bottom lip thinking it was stupid to even bring up your concerns with him. He was very protective over you during investigations but sometimes you felt like he cared more about his show when it came down to it. You pressed call and put it on speaker, dropping the phone to the bed and rolling on your side. “Hey baby!” he greeted you cheerfully, putting a smile on your face, “Hey” you didn’t mean for your voice to come out as somber as it did. “What’s wrong?” you took a deep breath, “so after researching the place we’re going tonight, I just… well’ he cut you off, “you don’t want to go? You know I’ve never let anything hurt you.” you nodded knowing he spoke the truth, “I want to go, I just, please don’t send me alone anywhere tonight. I have a gut feeling about something and I just don’t want to be alone.” It was silent for a few moments as he thought about what you said, “Ok baby, you have nothing to worry about” “Thank you, I’ll see you in a few hours” “Of course, love you” “love you too” After hanging up with Zak you thought the knot in your stomach would disappear but it felt heavier than before. 

***

“There were 15 deaths that were confirmed, that doesn’t account for anything left not discovered” You stood next to Aaron while Zak was stating different facts about the location you were at tonight. Everyone was wearing their usual black attire, all the equipment was set up and it was dark as hell as you stood in the lobby of an old museum. 

The air felt heavy as you looked at the different portraits that were hung on the walls. Some were in good shape and there were some that were worn down over time, somehow not being able to be preserved at all. Almost like the portraits rejected what could’ve saved them. Chills ran down your spine as you followed the 3 men, Jay staying behind to keep an eye on the camera’s that were set up throughout the museum.

It wasn’t long before you four were split into two teams, you being with Zak. You stood in front of a painting of a little boy that lost his life within these walls, that is known to still be running around these halls today. Zak held out a spirit box explaining to the camera how it worked before turning it on, the small dark corner you were standing in filled with the noise of static. Zak started asking the little boy questions. “William, are you here with us?” staying quiet to listen to a response, nothing came up. “William, if you’re here you can talk to us through this device I’m holding” After a few more tries you decided to speak up, “Did your friends used to call you Will, do you want us to call you Will?” as clear as day you both heard a ‘yes’ come through. You looked at Zak with wide eyes and he smiled proudly at you, urging you to keep going. “What happened here Will?” there was more silence, “We’re here to understand and help you.” “bad man” once again chills run throughout your body. “What did the bad man do?” you felt your throat tighten, just wanting to cry for this poor little boy, “hurt me, killed” “Woah, he was killed by the main owner Jefferson” “here” both of you couldn’t get over what was happening.

The questions went on a little longer before your luck of communicating with Will ran out but somehow you felt a sense of peace wash over you with what you learned about Will. Zak had his arm around you as you walked through the halls to meet back up with Billy and Aaron.

***

“Zak, you’re going to love what we captured,” Aaron held up a tape recorder. “Unbelievable communication tonight” Billy added on. “Same with us” you stated excitedly, looking up at Zak, he gave you a small smirk ruffling up your hair. Looking into the camera Zak started speaking, “We’ve been getting quite a lot of communication tonight, but I think it’s time we check out the basement area. It’s said this is where Jefferson the owner spent most of his time. Where he ended up torturing and murdering those who didn’t commit suicide. It’s known to have strong energy towards females,’ Zak turned toward you with sympathy in his eyes and you couldn’t help the fact that your stomach had dropped. You couldn’t even hear when he told the camera that you were going alone, you felt numb and betrayed. The 3 men looked at you expectantly. You couldn’t even muster up a word so you grabbed a camera and started walking toward the basement. You knew if you didn’t do this, you wouldn’t hear the end of it and the last thing you wanted to do is have your boyfriend be disappointed in you. “10 minutes and we will come get you” Aaron reassured, opening the door to the basement once you all stopped in front of it. 

Horror movies are nothing compared to what you felt when Aaron shut that door. Thankful you had your hair up in a ponytail because you broke out in a cold sweat, your heart pounded in your ears. The only thing you could rely on was the tiny screen on the camera where you could kind of see where you were going. The basement was run down, the stone steps you descended were cracked, chunks missing. Everything was eerily quiet besides the sound of water dripping somewhere very slowly. Once at the bottom there was a circle of chairs and you sat down on one of them. “I’m here alone Jefferson” you were surprised your voice was steady for the fear that was coursing through your veins. “Is this where you murdered innocent people?” You stood up slowly pacing, “Where you hurt Will, a small defenseless child” you felt tears buildup in your eyes but you stopped and held your breath as you heard a growl come from your left. Ever so slowly you backed up into the wall closest to the stairs, “You’re not allowed to hurt me” You felt as though you were suffocating, your chest felt heavy and then all of a sudden you had an intense pain on your stomach, not being able to see anything you collapsed on the floor and screamed.

The basement door opened and some light flooded through the room. Your tears made your vision blurry as someone lifted you up and started ascending the stairs. “Let me take her to Jay, continue with Billy” Next thing you know was that you were sitting in a chair and saw Jay working the computers. “Where’s Zak?” he looked over to you and smiled, “Are you feeling better?” No, you were not. You were pissed off. Standing, you looked at Jay, I’ll be at the hotel.” He nodded as you took your phone and called an uber, luckily finding one this late at night. 

***

Three scratch marks…. Three perfectly straight lines that drew some blood were placed on your stomach. You knew who did it, yet you felt defeated. You laid in the hotel bed after showering and changing your clothes into a silk pajama set. Setting an alarm on your phone you decided to get some shut eye before Zak came back.

***

You woke up to the sound of the door opening, Zak getting back before your alarm went off. You sat up as he turned on the lights. “I had no idea you came back here” he said once he laid eyes on you and released a breath of relief. “Why does it matter?” you frowned as he set his bag down. “I thought you were with Jay so I was worried something happened” You stood up fuming, “Why would you care about what happens to me!” your voice got louder as Zak came closer to you. “Because I love you? What are you…’ “Love me?’ you laughed, ‘I poured my heart out to you about how I did not want to go anywhere alone at the museum tonight, TOLD YOU, I had a bad feeling in my gut about it and YOU DID NOT CARE” Zak crossed his arms over his chest, “I was just thinking about the show and..’ you couldn’t help but cut him off once more, ‘The show, it’s always about the show Zak. I love how you pour everything into your show, caring so much about the entertainment for your fans and having all these amazing moments with the afterlife but sometimes I feel like you put your show before me and I can’t do it anymore.” you dropped your head letting your tears fall before continuing, “you told me you’d protect me, never let anything happen to me but you did not listen to me today. I’ve never felt so betrayed by you” 

“You’re okay, we’re both safe” before he could come closer you lifted your shirt exposing the scratch marks on them. Zak’s eyes widened as he sat at the edge of the bed urging you to come closer. You did and he gently raised his hand to run over the scratch marks, you hissed as the marks were still fresh. “I…’ his beautiful blue eyes welled up with tears, “you got hurt” he was trying to convince himself it was true. “I knew something bad was going to happen tonight and I begged you. This could’ve been worse and I was alone.” You put your shirt down as he wrapped his arms around you burying his head in your chest as a sob broke from him. You were so mad at him but seeing him like this broke your heart, so you stood there running your fingers through his hair while the other rested on his back. 

You don’t know how long you both stayed there like that but eventually he looked up at you, his eyes red along with yours. “I know sorry won’t fix what I did to you. I truly feel like I have failed you tonight and I cannot begin to apologize for it because it will never make anything better. I promised I’d always protect you and I didn’t do that tonight because I was selfish and was just thinking about entertainment. If I would have lost you..’ his face scrunched up as he brought you to hug him once more, ‘I wouldn’t be able to go on with my life. My life is you and I vow from this day forward my show will never be more important than you and our relationship. Please let me make this up to you” Zak has never sounded so broken before, you could tell he was talking from the heart. Sometimes people can’t see what’s in front of them until something bad or upsetting happens. Dealing with spirits good and evil anything could’ve happened tonight. 

“It’s okay” you softly said as Zak looked up at you again. He stood up so he was able to wrap his arms around you and fully engulf you in a hug. You squeezed him as tight as you could, hating that this even had to happen. “I love you, I never want to lose you” It was your turn to look up at him and smile, “I love you too” He leaned down and kissed you, every word, every feeling he had poured out into this kiss and you knew this was the first step for a beautiful change. 

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[evan4ever]

Hi. Loved your last fanfic so much and wanted to request smt. You are in a relationship with evan and in the last couple of months you didn’t have any sexual contact with him. One day you plan a romantic night and confront him with your desperation and recommend something new you both could try. He likes the idea and yeah. Hope you like the idea 🥹💕

Please

Warnings: insecurities, mentions of cheating, being ate out, p in v penetration, lighter smut

a/n: I kind of switched it up a bit, I hope you still like it! 🤍

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The atmosphere between you and your boyfriend, Evan, has been off lately. Not your relationship in general, you still hugged and kissed and cuddled and it all felt right, but Evan seemed less than interested in any further action. It’s been months since he’s last touched you intimately, since he’d deepen a kiss even when you tried so hard, he never seemed to notice when you’d wear shorter shorts or cleavage-revealing shirts, he didn’t even acknowledge you when you stripped naked and tried to recommend him taking a shower with you. You felt at a loss and you were desperate for him. You couldn’t even stop the negative feelings and thoughts that began consuming your mind.

Was he not attracted to you anymore?

Did he not want you anymore?

Was there someone else he was giving all the lacking intimacy to?

What we’re you doing wrong?

You laid in bed tonight after being denied affection from Evan who was in the living room watching a movie. He had told you he was too tired and “maybe later” when you tried to initiate wanting some affection. The immediate tears in your eyes made you back off and go lay down where you now snuggled into your comforter and allowed yourself to cry into your pillow, not wanting him to hear you or see what he had caused. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, you knew he was busy with work and that it was exhausting at times. But the last few months of receiving nothing even when you tried so hard was enough to take a toll on your confidence. You didn’t know what to do anymore.

You raised your head to look out your bedroom door when you heard him in the kitchen assuming putting together a late dinner, rolled your eyes at the thought and laid your head back down. You noticed your white pillowcase was stained with your mascara from your tears as well as under your eyes and your cheeks, but you didn’t care anymore.

“Babe? I’m making this frozen lasagna, do you want some?” You heard him call out to you but you stayed silent and in bed hoping he’d think you’d fallen asleep, but heard him call out again. “Baaaabe?” You groaned and threw the covers off of yourself and made your way out to him, considering you were a little hungry yourself. He smiled when his eyes landed on you and you only sent him a quick half smile and sat at the table while he put the frozen meal in the oven.

“Sorry, I should’ve made it earlier. I forgot.” You said quietly while you watched him. He waved a hand and shrugged.

“Late meals are fun sometimes.” He smiled as he made his way to the table and sat across from you, only now noticing your smeared makeup and seemingly weak body language and furrowed his eyebrows in concern. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You nearly glared at him in disbelief when he asked, wondering if he truly didn’t see what was going on or if he just didn’t care. He seemed sincere, reaching across the small table and taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze while he waited for you to answer, but you weren’t even sure how to go about this.

“I-“ you started and glared even more, retrieving your hand from his and sitting straight in the chair, him mirroring your action wondering what’s gotten into you. “What’s wrong? Really? You don’t.. I don’t know.. you don’t think it might have something to do with the lack of affection and intimacy you’ve been giving me? I mean you don’t see how hard I’ve been trying to get you to touch me somehow? Seriously?” You scoffed and shook your head looking away from him. You felt bad, but you needed something from him. Acknowledgement, at least.

“Y/n I told you I’ve been exhausted lately.” His face dropped, not seeing why you’re so upset about it. “I didn’t realize you’ve been trying so hard I’m.. im sorry.”

You knew he was trying to make it better but it only made you feel worse, it made you feel invisible to him. You were at a loss of words, wondering if it was even worth it to continue having this agonizingly hard conversation.

“I mean.. Ev? Are you not.. attracted to me anymore? Do you have no desire to.. touch me, at all?” He quickly shook his head and opened his mouth to deny what you’d just asked, thinking how absolutely insane you must be yo think he’d ever stop being attracted or wanting to touch you, but you started again before he could speak. “Is there someone else?” Your last sentence came out in a squeak as your eyes filled with tears again, quickly wiping them away as soon as they fell.

His eyebrows shot up and he sat wide eyed at your question now. “Baby no. No god no.” He stood from his chair across from you and sat at the one next to you, turning you to face him. “No, I promise you that isn’t the case. I… I only want you. I fucking love you y/n.” His voice held more sincerity and a slight tint of hurt that you’d actually think that, but he quickly realized that it was his own doings that caused you to think such a thing. “Babe I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel this way. I would never intentionally hurt you or make you feel less than what you are. You are everything to me and more. Of course I’m attracted to you and of course I want to touch you and be intimate with you. I’ve just been so busy, I wasn’t realizing I’d been denying it from you.”

“But it’s not just about denying me Evan. Do you not want it for yourself either? Do you not crave it sometimes just like I do? I don’t get it and I don’t know what else to do. I feel like I’m dying to feel you and it hurts me.” Your eyes burned into his with such seriousness that he had to look away from them, looking down at his hands that were grasping yours.

It’s not that he didn’t want it, his job and his schedule, interviews and events — they were all adding up and he was exhausted, like he had said. He wanted you, he just had to find time and he understood that wasn’t fair to you.

“I do. I do want it babe. I’m so sorry for not focusing on you and engaging in you. For making you feel this way. It’s not true at all, I promise you.” He squeezed your hands reassuringly, your eyes flickering down to them then back up to his gaze that was on you again. You stayed quiet for a moment as you contemplated your next words or move.

“Then please…” you whispered out desperately, trailing off not wanting to pathetically be rejected again but hoping he would get it.

And he did, wasting no time in grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you to him crashing his lips on yours in a deep, passionate kiss. This was the most you’ve felt of him in months, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck and him pulling you to your feet with him. His hands scooped under your thighs and lifted you up, carrying you to the kitchen counter and setting you down, his hands then roaming every inch of your body while yours reached down and helped him pull his shirt off. He quickly connected his lips to your neck pulling your body against his with an arch of your back, leaving perfect marks down to your chest while your head fell back to grant him more access. He pulled your own shirt off and his hands were right back on your waist, gripping tightly, finally feeling his own desperation for you.

You were filled with so many emotions, desperation, need, the frustration and hurt you felt before dissipating into pure lust and a hunger for the man you’ve been dying to be intimate with. It felt better than you’d remembered, his lips and hands on your skin while yours were all over him, probably because you’d never been this horny or needy before. You knew you wouldn’t last long, and neither would he.

His mouth was currently on one of your tits, sucking and piping around your sensitive nipple while his other hand trailed down your stomach and began playing with your waistband.

“Evan…” you breathed a moan out, your hands entangled in his dark hair. He opened his eyes and looked up at you, never taking his mouth away from your nipple unless it was to switch to the other, sure to give it the same attention. You moaned again as he held eye contact, the sight nearly making you explode right there. “Please babe, I need you. I need to feel you inside me” you squeaked out, your eyes shutting and head falling back again. He quickly parted his mouth from your chest and pulled his sweatpants down, not wearing any boxers under, and you took the chance to slip your shorts off.

Without warning, be hooked your legs over his shoulders and immediately delved into you pussy, a loud gasp leaving your mouth as your hands went back into his hair. He licked you up and down, flicking your clit with his tongue a few times before fully eating you out. He didn’t stop, even when it was overstimulating your throbbing heat, only wrapping his arms around your thighs and holding you in place while he tasted as much if you as he could, you breathing uneven and multiple moans and profanities leaving from your mouth.

“Evan, fuck I’m going to cum already” you panted out, looking down at the beautiful picture in front of you. “I can’t take anymore” you groaned, him only looking up to meet your eyes as he continued tongue fucking you and playing with your sensitive bud, sending you over the edge. Your back arched as you hit your climax, pulling at his hair and cursing some more in high pitched squeaks. He slowed his tongue down as you rode out your high before letting your already shaking legs drop and placing himself between them again.

“Fuck..” you cried out quietly as you caught your breath. He grabbed your cheeks in his hand and made you look up at him, your eyes meeting again and finally feeling the spark you have missed between them.

“You are all I want and more, okay? You never have to question yourself, ever.” He reassured you, pushing some of your hair back from your face. You smiled lightly and let out a relieved breath, nodding to him. He returned the nod knowing you believe him and understand, then let his hands drop your waist again and grip them, pulling your ass closer to the edge for easier access.

You watched as he lined himself up with your entrance before slowly inserting himself into you, both of you moaning out in pleasure while his forehead fell against yours. After a few slow thrusts, he allowed himself to speed up, fucking you harder and so desperately, never wanting to let you go and let you feel like this again.

You gripped his back, holding onto him tightly while your head rested now against his shoulder. You dug your nails into him earning you a beautiful, throaty groan from him, a sound you’ve been dying to hear. You smiled against his skin as he continued fucking you, his arms wrapping you up tightly and your legs wrapping around his waist. Realizing you were reaching your second climax, you bit down into his shoulder and maimed into it and felt his thrusts become sloppier and uneven as he reached his climax, his hand quickly making its way in between your bodies and reaching down to rub your clit again to be sure you’d orgasm the same time as he did.

“You’re so… fucking.. beautiful..” he groaned out, your eyes fluttering shut as he pushed you over the edge and sending himself over with you. Another gasp left from you as you crumbled in his hold, your orgasm stringer this time than before and feeling him let himself go inside of you.

“Oh god Evan” you sucked a sharp breath in as he thrusted a few more times before sliding out, still holding you to be sure you wouldn’t fall.

“I love you.” He whispered, pecking your lips then your forehead, your eyes closing again as you relaxed in his hold, feeling satisfied and safe. “I love you, so much.”

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