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[dre6ming]

Wedding plans -TDBR

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Warnings: none, fluff, a little crying

Plot: making wedding plans with Austin is so wholesome

Word count: ~1.9k

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A/n: this was a request and I apologize it took me so long to fulfill it. Request are still open but keep in mind I’m very slow when it comes to posting, but feel free to send them

Thinking back to 9 years ago when you met Austin, you never thought you'd end up here, drowning in tulle and chiffon, laughing with your best friends, tripping over lace veils. "What do you think of this?" You make a little pirouette to show the ample skirt, feeling like a princess head to toe. "It's cute." Taylor says, drinking some lemonade, brushing her bangs back. "Yeah, it's nice" Roxanne adds clearly not loving the dress as well. "So it's not it!" You say dropping your arms at your sides, sighing heavily. "Maybe the next one?!" Timothee sounds hopeful, but part of you feels that is only because, this is the 10th time you all dedicate a day for dress shopping. "Ok I'll go try it!" You say a bit defeated, lifting the front of the dress so you don't trip. You take one more look at yourself in the mirror as you walk away, you liked this one, but to be fair you liked every single one before this one as well, they are all so different and unique, but they are simply not your dress.

The next dress you put on, gives you shivers. It's made of silk, with pleats and boning, accentuating your waist perfectly and the dropped shoulders make you look angelic and sexy at the same time. This is it. "I found it!" You squeal, coming out of the dressing room in a heist, giggling and kicking your feet happily.

"Wow!"

"OH my god this is it!"

"You look wonderful!"

"I'm going to cry!"

"Please don't cry mom!" You giggle, blinking back tears, as you turn around to take a look in the big mirrors. The dress hugs your waist, the silhouette complimenting you so beautifully, your breasts look amazing in it too and magically it's your size, so no alterations will be needed. "I can't believe it! I finally found it!" You say, your voice breaking as you still try very hard not to cry. Taylor comes up from behind you, hugging your shoulders and resting her chin on your shoulder, her eyes watch you through the mirror and you notice her glossy blue eyes, tears in them as well. "I can, because it was meant to be!" She sniffs, kissing your cheek before sticking a veil in you hair. You take a better look at it in the mirror, immediately panicking when you recognize the piece, starting to take it out of your hair, but Taylor stops you before you can.

"Taylor I can't, this is..."

"Your something borrowed!" She assures, smiling bright. The veil somehow works perfectly with the dress, like it was meant to be. Looking at it you remember as clear as now the day you saw Taylor in a boutique not much different from this one, find her dress and her veil. She got married to Joe wearing this, the memories of one of her best days are tied to this piece of material. "Ok ok..." you breathe out, smoothing your dress. "What about gloves? I know Taylor already gave you the veil, but mom insisted I give you these?" Timothee says, handing you a pair of silk gloves. "Thanks Timmy!" You say hugging him tight as you put them on. The look seems now complete and you feel complete.

You walk through the dark apartment, tip toeing, trying not to make too much noise, knowing Austin is probably asleep. He was away filming some projects for the past week and you were supposed to be here when he got home, but he insisted that you don't rush your day with the girls and Timmy. "Y/n?" You hear Austin's groggy voice and it stops you right in your tracks. "Baby?" You feel his arms circle your waist in the dark and your body turns to slime. He places a kiss on top of your head, inhaling your scent. "I missed you!" Austin tells you honestly, squeezing you so tight you think you might burst at the seams, but you love feeling like this, engulfed in him. "I missed you too!" You sigh into him , happy to feel him on you, rubbing your cheek on the soft hairs on his chest. "I found the dress." You announce , biting your lip excited for his reaction.

"The dress? You mean THE dress?" Austin takes a step back looking at your face, trying to see if you're lying. "The dress!" You nod, smiling at him. He grabs your face and smashes his lips onto yours. You let him take control, while his mouth dominates you, his tongue explores your mouth and your heart flutters in your chest. "Can I see?" He asks breathless, "No! It's bad luck!" You chuckle, shaking your head, threading your hands in his soft hair. "Hmm ok, then show me everything else you got done while I was gone?" He arches a brow, smirking at you. "Oh yes yes, come on!" You say jovially, grabbing his hand, dragging him to your shared bedroom to get your wedding binder.

"Ok so I got done with the sitting chart, I might have done it a little risky, but, it'll work." You open the glitter decorated binder and show him the sketch you made. "So we sit, Katy and Orlando at the same table as Tom and Daya, ok" Austin says, reading closely over the guests , seeing where your brain has decided that they each should sit. "And I thought we could get away with having Baz sit with your dad and sister, I mean it would be a family table, right?"

"Mhm, yes , it works, honestly this looks fine to me. But what about your mom and dad?" Austin asks, not being able to make full sense of the chart. "We'll have a long table, we sit in the middle, my bridesmaids of my side your groomsmen of yours, for dad I'm saving a seat at the table with Baz and your dad, he hasn't RSVP ed yet" you explain and he nods following your chain of thought. "Ok it sounds like a plan, I think it would work, but I think Ash wants to bring Robbie, would that be fine?" He asks, referring to his nephew. "Hm sure, then I'll have Baz and Cathrine as the table with Pedro, move around Roxy and Joshua, then Ashley and Robbie and Zac can sit with Joe" You try and Austin seems to consider it for a minute, even if he know he'll agree anyway. "Good thinking baby!" He admits and you move on to showing him the flowers you picked "No purple star flowers?" He asks, looking at the white gardenia bouquets, thinking how you left out your favorite flower. "I have a theme, ok? It's white and creams and stuff." You defend.

"But honey, I think we could play with the colors a bit, don't you?" Austin suggests and you swipe on the next doc, titled: back up flowers. "Are you sure they look fine, tho?" You question, fearing the white and purple bouquets would be too much or too out of theme. "There's my girl!" He says, kissing your cheek. "They look like something that should be at our wedding, don't they? The purple star flowers, the sunflowers and you even put my favorite in, the pink magnolias" Austin can be so over the top sometimes, but he's an actor, so that's so in character. "I wanted to have something from the both of us."

"Well I think it look so beautiful way better then the white boring ones you had as a first option" he argues. "Oh ok miss I know everything about flower arrangements" you joke, kissing him, throwing the binder to the side, turning to face him and straddling his hips. "I want it to be perfect!" You whisper, playing with the baby hairs around his forehead. Austin grins and pulls you closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "It's you I'm marrying, it's already perfect." His hands squeez your hips and you sigh, inhaling the smell of him. "I know, I can't believe it's happening!" You admit absentmindedly, drawing circles with the tip of your finger on his shoulder. Austin sighs and kisses your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin, leaving goosebumps down your spine. "Me neither." He admits, laying back on the pillow, with you on top of him, head resting on his heart. You enjoy the soft beat of it, as your cheek absorbs the heat of his skin. "I cried yesterday, in the shower." You tell him and he tenses underneath you. One of his hands moving from your waist to your chin, forcing you to look as him, his blue eyes wonder over your face, looking over every freckle, curve and shadow. "Why?"

Austin is a bit scared to ask, he fears you might get cold feet and put an end to all of this, which to be fair he wouldn't mind, he loved you ten years without you being he wife, he'd love you a thousand more just the same. "I'm scared, I - my parents made it sound like marriage ruined them. I don't want it to ruin us." Tears prickle your eyes as you speak, and his thumb caresses you cheek catching a falling tear. "It won't, we are not them, we love each other too much. Y/n I want you to marry me because I can't see a life without you, but I want you to know, if you even feel like this isn't what you want, I'll love you just as much for as long as I live." Austin confesses and you can't even find a speckle of doubt that he means every syllable spoken. "I want it, I want to have your name, I want to be your wife, I'm just defrosting my girlhood heart, cause I used to love weddings." You tell him, pulling closer to his face and connecting your lips to his soft ones, time standing still, as your bodies stay intertwined. "I know baby, take your time!" Austin says rubbing you back and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, yawning, which makes him chuckle. "Sleep mrs Butler, I'm home now!" Austin lulls you, pulling the duvet over the both of you, as you fall asleep on his chest, snoring softly.

"Have you written your vows?" You ask halfway asleep, which makes Austin laugh, knowing that no matter how tired you are you'll always make sure to have everything checked for the day, before letting your mind disconnect. "Oh my Virgo baby, ever so organized. I have!" He tells you in a low voice, barely above a whisper, hoping you'll finally let yourself sleep. "Hmm, can I hear them?" You ask, blabbering, Austin grins knowing your having the fight of your life to stay awake right now. "Yes, in a month on august 13th." You groan and wrap your arms around his neck, falling asleep without another word, and Austin does the same as he massages your back, the soft brush of your breath against his neck and the comforting weight of you on him, being his favorite sleep medicine.

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[nastyaromatherapy]

ok but what about ethan landry stalking the reader as ghost face for a while and him finally sneaking in to her house one night cause he can’t hold back. y/n she knew that ghost face was stalking her and she also knew that it was ethan so she puts a pretty lacy nightgown on and waits for him. he finds out that she knows because when he walks into her room she gets up from her bed and he pins her to a wall and she says something like ‘i want you so bad ethan’ so he fucks her till she can’t think or speak.

(maybe some praises like good girl and pretty girl but you definitely don’t need to write those in if those aren’t your thing)

ALSO i just love your writing so much like omg i even read some of your other fanfics for different characters even though i don’t want them cause i just love the way you write 😭

Ghostface's Good Girl (18+)

Your stalker, Ethan, couldn't hold back one night and went inside your house to take what was his.

pairing - stalker!ethan landry x reader

one shot length, 3.0k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, dom ethan, creampie, praising, minor slapping and choking, finger sucking, BJ, slight corruption, teensy size kink, ghostface ethan, whore reader, name calling, orgasm control

Ethan Landry loved you. However, it was all parasocial. You barely knew him. The only thing you knew was that he was Chad's roommate. You saw him occasionally when you were over at Chad's place.

“Hey, y/n,” he would wave to you at a weak attempt at getting closer to you. It was awkward, especially since at the time, he didn't know you and Chad were fuck buddies. He had always liked you and thought you were really hot.

You on the other hand, had never even thought about it. He looked so innocent, so sweet, and Chad was like his older brother. It'd be weird to screw with your fuck buddy's younger brother.

For Ethan, hearing the two of you fuck at night was both a blessing and a curse. He reveled in hearing your moans and begs, biting his lip to keep quiet as he touched himself to your sounds. He hated how it was Chad fucking you, hated more how you were whoring around, knowing Chad wasn't the only guy you were messing with at the time.

He knew that if you were his, he'd put you in your place. You wouldn't be caught with other guys because he'd be the only guy you'd ever need. And once you and Chad broke things off, that's when he started to stalk you.

I mean, before then, he would keep some of your belongings you left at his place as keepsakes and souvenirs, but only now would he begin what he'd label as stalking.

He started visiting the coffee shop you worked at more, too afraid to order anything or say hi; he'd just sit in a corner on his phone, scrolling through your instagram. When your shift would finish, at seven pm, he'd rush over to your place, arriving way before you did.

Straight after work you'd get into the shower, which pissed him off. As sick as he was, he knew he couldn't enter your house. There were no windows in your shower, obviously, and you'd keep your curtains closed.

Oh, when you finished, though, he'd watch through your bedroom window in ghostface attire as you dried and lotioned your legs, so badly wanting to feel your soft skin against his.

Everything about you was so delicate. You were so softspoken, even your whines which he heard through thin walls were pretty and angelic. He needed to know how it'd feel to corrupt you, and keep you as his pretty doll.

And he'd do this for nights, the same routine. Every night he'd watch you get out of the shower and get ready for bed, and it took everything in him to not just break in and take what was his.

Ethan Landry's secret was no secret though, which you found adorable. Did he really think you wouldn't notice him sneaking looks at the cafe? Did he really think you wouldn't notice his car parked in a confused neighbors driveway, every night you came home? Both you and him expected you to be scared, concerned, and disturbed. But in reality, you loved the idea of Ethan obsessing over you, and following you around like a puppy. You found it cute how he couldn't muster up the courage to just talk to you, and ended up resorting to stalking.

You tried amping him up, often discarding worn panties in the bin at night. Was the shuffling and tipped over trash raccoons? No, it was Ethan. At first. you just found it cute, like when a little boy likes an older girl that's way out of his league. It was only after a month that you started to question what being with Ethan would actually entail.

Would he by kind, sweet, and gentle, massaging your feet? Or would he be jealous, and violent? The thoughts kept you up at night. Oh, and the day you almost “caught” him, and he dashed so quickly he left his dainty Nancy Loomis mask, you'd say you were in love too. Your stalker, Ethan Landry, was ghostface. That only made things more exciting.

Day after day, it got harder and harder for him to not just go inside. After time, you decided to leave your door unlocked. He noticed, and it confused him. You'd never changed your routine before. Then he started to ponder, did you know?

One night, you changed your routine drastically. You oiled your legs, discarding the lotion you used to use. You dressed into a lacy lingerie slip, unusual since you usually wore a victoria pajama set.

He was already growing hard in his pants, his mask concealing his needy eyes. He was desperate to feel you, and needed to take a step inside. The stairs creaked as he walked up them onto your porch, and he hesitated before laying a hand on your doorknob. He sharply inhaled before twisting it, making his way inside.

You noticed his steps on the ground, due to his huge boots, and waited anxiously for him to enter your room. He slowly scurried his way through your house, finally opening up the door to your room.

He entered with the iconic ghostface head tilt, and your breath hitched. You slowly stood up, trying to hold back your blush for the masked killer who stood inches higher above you. Like lightning he pinned you against your poster covered wall by your throat, his hand easily wrapping around it. You left your mouth agape and choked a little, staring deeply into the dark puddles where the mask covered his eyes.

He noticed how you easily and willingly complied and softened his grip, letting you quickly let out short breaths. “I know it's you, Ethan,” you whispered breathily, and his face contorted- although you couldn't see, into a writhe of concern. “I want you so bad,” you whined, and your hands made way to under his mask, lifting it up to expose his face, curls frizzy since the mask wasn't lined with satin.

He suspected you knew, but he never actually thought his suspicions would be correct. He digressed, however, and continued his concentrated activities. “And you can have me,” he spoke, his voice low and seductive. “But know that your compliance labels you as mine. Do I make myself clear?” You swallowed and nodded, leading him to lean into your ear, his steady breaths making the hairs on your neck stand up.

“Do I make, myself clear?” He repeated through gritted teeth, squeezing your neck tighter as he spoke, before slowly diluting while awaiting a response. “Yes, sir,” you choked out almost inaudibly, but he caught it.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he got even closer and toyed with the straps of your dress. When he towered above you, your head was tilted upwards to meet his eyes; his lanky yet broad figure was just as frightening as alluring.

“You're usually so talkative in class,” he whispered cunningly, dragging his gloved finger along your jawline. “Why so silent now?” He asked, alluding to your sudden meek behavior.

You didn't answer, but when you saw him continue to stare like a deer in headlights, you whispered, “I just want to be good for you.” He clicked his tongue and journeyed his hand up, from your jaw to your cheek, stroking it lightly with his thumb. With your mouth slightly agape, his thumb slowly shifted closer and closer to your lips, before finally making contact. You inhaled through your mouth slightly, mimicking a silent gasp.

His finger grazed your soft lips, lightly tapping it for you to open even wider, requesting entry. “Open,” he ordered when you didn't get the message. Once you furtherly gaped your mouth, he gave a nod of approval before sliding his thumb inside. Not needing to be told twice, you didn't hesitate to clamp around his finger, sucking it lightly.

“That's it,” he whispered as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb. “Just like that.” You moaned slightly around his finger, leading him to groan in response. The interaction made you so desperate and painfully wet, and you squirmed uncomfortably, your thighs awkwardly trying to gain friction on their own.

He noticed this and smirked, finding it cute how impatient you were being. With his hand still on your cheek, he stroked it gently, the skin so silky and the peach fuzz so soft. He was about to ask a question, so he removed his thumb from your mouth since he expected an answer. “Are you gonna be my good girl tonight?” He asked huskily, making sure you knew what you were getting yourself into, once more.

You nodded, which wasn't enough for Ethan, who wasn't reluctant to strike your cheek when you didn't answer, leaving a bright red mark. You cried in the form of a moan as his rough hand made contact with your dainty skin, finally realizing which Ethan you'd been fantasizing about you'd get tonight. A masked, violent, short-tempered killer. “Yes, sir,” you spoke.

He didn't feel you were ready for praise, yet, and he tossed you onto your bed, face forward. Your legs dangled off the edge, showcasing your tulle-trimmed socks. When you attempted to turn onto your back he laid his hand on it, keeping you in place. “Stay still,” he huffed, making you quickly do as told. He kneeled below your lowish platformed bed, flipping your dress up to expose you ass.

He leaned in, and you whined as you felt his hot breath against your almost exposed cunt. Your pretty white panties were still covering your pussy, although they were almost see through since they were so sopping. “God you're a slut, so fucking wet,” we muttered to himself as he hooked the gusset in his fingers, revealing your dripping sex.

He removed his gloves before sliding his fingers up and down your slippery folds, making you whine. “Ethan,” you whimpered, wretchedly grinding against his hand. He spit on your cunt, before licking a stripe down it, latching onto your clit. He groaned as he was living his dream of tasting you, hands spreading your cheeks apart for easier access.

“F-fuck,” you moaned as his tongue fucked your hole, kicking your legs a bit so you didn't get too overwhelmed. He chuckled when he noticed, making your lips flutter, slightly humiliated. Soft “ah's” left your lips, and they gradually grew louder and louder the closer you got.

You felt the warmth build up in your stomach as you grew more sensitive to each movement of his tongue as you neared the edge. “Ethan,” you sobbed. “’Gonna, cum,” you whimpered, and he responded by abruptly pulling away, edging you. You whined in disapproval at his absent tongue that was taken away without warning, wanting to cum so badly.

He laughed softly and stood, quick to pull you up with him by your hips. “I control when you cum,” he taught, making you nod before quickly remembering he disliked that. “Yes sir,” you whispered sweetly, your eyes large and doe. He smugly smirked at your response, “Good girl.” You loved the affection you seemed to gain from him.

“Now get on your knees,” he ordered as he removed his cloak, discarding it in a corner of your room. You kneeled below him, and he started to undo the buttons on his black slacks, pulling them down and kicking them off his ankles. He was left in his boxers, and your eyes couldn't pull away from his erection.

You started to venture your hands closer to his waistband, but for safe measure, you watched his eyes to see if he was okay with that. His eyes said nothing. That was extremely unhelpful. What you’d learned so far was that Ethan was often vague and not very talkative about what he wanted.

Noticing how he didn’t say anything and how he didn’t seem angry, you gripped his boxers, pulling them down to his ankles in a swift motion, revealing his erect cock. He gave a soft sigh as his dick was released and no longer confined.

He chuckled when he saw you contemplating whether or not to touch it, afraid of upsetting him. “This is the hardest you’ve ever gotten me,” he whispered perversely, smiling a little as he enjoyed this a lot. “Better than staring through windows, huh?” You asked, fighting your urge to just grab it and stroke him. He nodded and reached for his cock, stroking it gently.

“Open your mouth,” he spoke to you as he tapped the tip against your lips. You opened your mouth nice and wide to accommodate his girth, and he spoke words of approval, “That’s my pretty girl,” before sliding himself in.

Your mouth flooded with the smell and taste of him, making your eyes water a bit as it hit you so intensely. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed up and down the head, using your hand to stroke the base. He groaned, pushing into you a little further. “Fuckk.”

His curls covered his eyes as he looked down, watching you suck on his length, still wearing the cute nightie. When strands of hair covered your face, which made it harder for you to see him, you’d push them behind your ear, being loyal and giving your undivided attention to him. He loved when you moaned around his length, showing how much you enjoyed it.

Your mouth was warm and hot, and his cock relished in the higher temperatures that you engulfed him in. He threw his head back, absentmindedly thrusting forward ever so slightly, making you gag from time to time.

Your eyes were red as they burned with unshed tears, his scrotum feeling fuller and heavier the deeper in your mouth you took him. “God,” he moaned in a strained voice, feeling himself grow close. He didn’t want to cum yet, though, so he pulled out of your mouth.

You gasped for air as saliva dripped down your chin, feeling empty without his cock in your mouth. He smirked as he looked down at you and ordered, “Get on the bed.” You quickly hopped off your knees and crawled onto your mattress, and he was right behind you with a hand on your waist to help position you.

He clawed at your nightie before taking it off, pulling it up over your head. You were flipped onto your back, and he pulled your legs up so your feet were leveled with his shoulders. He pulled your panties off, leaving you completely bare underneath him.

“Please, Ethan,” you whined as he rubbed his cock up and down your wet slit, your cunt gaping, awaiting entry. He tilted his head at you, “Please what?” You swallowed and looked away, not answering him.

“Answer, bitch,” he fumed, placing his hand on your neck, squeezing your pipe ever so slightly. You lightly choked before attempting to speak, “P-please fuck me, Ethan.” He removed his hand from your neck and cockily smirked.

“Yeah? Does my slutty little princess need to be fucked by my cock?” He taunted, and you vigorously nodded in response.

Your breath hitched as he lined himself up with your entrance, and he threw his head back and inhaled before sliding in. “Fuck!” You yelped as he stretched you out so beautifully. Your legs trembled under him as he slowly started to thrust into you, his movements rhythmic.

“That’s it, take my cock,” he groaned, his hands moving to grip your soft hips. As he started to speed up, you couldn’t help but get louder. You turned your head around to try and hide your face, but he caught on.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice stern and demanding. You slowly turned your head back around, trying your best to suppress the faces he was fucking into you. He chuckled at the way your features contorted, especially when he went deeper.

Once he saw that your cunt was perfectly stretched around him, he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder to get a new angle. You were lifted off the mattress ever so slightly, as your leg didn’t reach that high naturally.

He started to fuck you roughly, his cock pistoning in and out of your starving cunt. “Ethan!” You screamed, which only made him needier. You could no longer suppress your moans now, as your heart was racing and your breathing was erratic. His hands clawed into your hips painfully, but you could only focus on the pleasure he was giving you.

“Do I do it better than Chad? I don’t even know why you wasted time on his lame ass; he didn't deserve someone as gorgeous as you. My pretty girl,” he groaned, each word getting whinier and whinier. “Yes, Ethan,” you cried, your toes curling. “You fuck me so much better than Chad; don’t stop, please.”

He gripped your hips so harshly that your ass was completely lifted off the bed. Seeing this, he picked you up entirely, slamming into you as you tried to hold on tight to him. “Fuck! Ethan!” You moaned as he took every inch of you.

“You’re mine,” he huskily whispered into your ear as he fucked the lights out of you. You nodded. “Yes, Ethan. I’m yours,” you moaned as you shut your eyes tightly, completely overwhelmed from the stimulation. “Can I cum?” You asked, and Ethan didn’t answer. His hands that were gripping your ass gave it a light smack, making you jump a little.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, going deeper, getting closer. “Please Ethan!” You repeated. “Please let me cum!” You whimpered as he tore your pussy apart. He couldn’t hold back anymore; your whines turned him on so much, and he buried himself in your cunt as he shot his load inside you. “Cum,” he whispered into your ear, and you wasted no time to release.

You screamed, and your legs vibrated as you came all over his cock, just as his warm cum filled your pussy. “Take all my cum, good girl.” After he calmed down, he put you back on the bed and joined you.

He laid on the bed and placed you on top of him, his hand reaching down to rub your sensitive clit. You moaned as he touched you, and then you moaned into his mouth as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips pressed against your pillowy ones, and from the way you whimpered into the kiss, he felt himself getting hard again.

“I want you to ride me, okay?” He asked, although it was meant as an order, not a question. “Yes, sir,” you obeyed. He ran his hand through your soft, untangled hair, giving you a peck. What you didn’t know right now was that you were now Ethan’s. You didn’t know before, but all this time he’d been training you to be his, to be his perfect fuckdoll. “Good girl.”

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TOLERATE IT / FA14.

in which the older sister of lando norris finds herself teetering dangerously towards the precipice of her brother’s, significantly older, colleague.

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track one: gold rush. track two: delicate. track three: labyrinth. track four: false god. track five: happiness. track six: the 1. track seven: daylight. track eight: lover.

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user im going to miss her in the paddock :(

⤷ user fingers crossed she’s back after the break

it was rather refreshing, to be back in your own apartment after weeks of living hotel to hotel. knowing where everything is, cooking for yourself, spending every night under your own covers. granted, after nights spent close to fernando’s side, your double bed felt much emptier than it did before.

with the summer break begun, the lack of work was leaving you with little to do. and the apartment had been sitting empty for weeks, desperate for a deep cleaning. so, clad in an old shirt and some shorts, you got to work. halfway through wiping down the entire kitchen, your phone rang, silencing the nineties hits playlist you’d had on.

hurrying over in your fluffy socks, you glanced down at the ringing screen. fernando. you hadn’t seen him since that morning lando had shown up in your hotel room. frankly, after your conversation with your brother, you fled the country as quickly as you could.

“hi,” you greeted him tentatively, after answering the call. he was quiet on the other end, your heart picking up its pace with every moment of silence.

“you left without saying goodbye,” he eventually speaks, voice monotone and heavy. you curse him mentally for being so unreadable, so plain when he wants to be.

you sigh, a finger rubbing your brow bone as you settle yourself on the couch. “i’m sorry, ‘nando.”

you weren’t sure of what else to say. you glanced at the time, ten minutes past eleven, wondering what time it was where fernando was. still in belgium? back home in spain? he wasn’t here, and that seemed to squeeze at your heart.

“so, what does this mean?” the question you had been dreading. the question you had asked yourself the whole plane ride home, and every moment since.

“i don’t know,” you murmured, truthfully. “it’s so complicated. if… if we keep this up, we’ll only get attacked. and lando will constantly be on edge — i don’t know if he could ever really accept it.”

“we could make him—” fernando begins to argue, and you can hear the frustration in his voice now.

“please, just listen.” he falls quiet and you lean back into the cushions. “i won’t be able to live knowing my brother didn’t approve. i can’t lose him, ‘nando, he’s my best friend. but…”

your lip wobbles, a tear slipping down your cheek. one you quickly wipe away, willing your emotions to get back in shape. fernando notices the shake in your breath, and his heart breaks when he realises he can’t do anything to help.

“but… the time we spent together, it was wonderful. you’ve taken my whole heart and i’ve happily let you keep it. it’s not something i want to let go of.”

“can’t we have both?” fernando asks, ready to beg you to stay. “lando will come around. and who cares about the press? we’d have each other, that’s what matters.”

“and what if it goes wrong?” you ask, almost too sharply. “what then? i can never come to a race again, because i won’t be able to face you? or we make it awkward between you and lando? he really looks up to you, fernando.”

“what could go wrong?” he asks, though he knows the answer. he knows about his own mistakes, and the reputation that came from it. but he would never dare break your heart, for it would only ruin his own.

“fernando…”

“mi amor, please…” he doesn’t care how desperate he sounds, because he is desperate. desperate to love you, to have you forever. “at least let us try.”

you consider it for a moment, you really do. torn between the possible love of your life and your baby brother, the hellish debacle of the century. but blood ran thicker than water, right?

“we never should have started this,” you brave the words, though they stab you in the process. but you know the only way to do this is to hurt him, to give him a reason to stay away. no matter how it kills you. “we can’t go on. it’s not like it ever could have worked, and you know it’s true.”

“no,” he replies firmly, holding himself together. “no, i’m not letting you go that easily.”

“i’m sorry, fernando. try and enjoy your break, okay?” you click the red end call button before he can reply, turning your phone off and sinking into the cushions, body soon racking with gentle sobs.

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writers note: whoopsies. this is short sorry i’m super duper busy atm 💌

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[sunkissed-zegras]

✧.*NHL MASTERLIST !

♡ fluff ✪ angst ✧ suggestive

𝐀𝐔'𝐒

⇨ delicate | jack hughes x singer!fem!oc

⇨ jump then fall | single!dad adam fantilli x nanny!oc au

⇨ zegras' have more fun | zegras!sister au, luke/jack hughes x fem!oc

𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬

⇨ trevor zegras¹¹

soft launch ♡ instagram!au | y/n soft launches her and trev's relationship. |

friends (with benefits) ✪♡✧ | trevor had always hated your guts. you never knew what for, maybe it was your close friendship with his best friend, or maybe it was because he was jealous of you. that was until, he kissed you, of course. |

sloppy kisses ✧ | request: "CONSENSUAL recording with Trevor because they’re long distance? 🩶 " |

⇨ jamie drysdale⁶

butterflies ♡ | no one has ever made you feel the way jamie did. every day, jamie convinces you more and more that he loves you in different ways. |

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬

⇨ adam fantilli¹¹

lets compare hands! ✧ | adam fantilli with a size kink |

⇨ kent johnson⁹¹

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬

⇨ jack hughes⁸⁶

everyone wants you, but i don't like a gold rush ✪✧ | y/n had always been in love with jack since she was a kid, but he had always chosen everyone else but her. |

in losing grip, on sinking ships, you showed up just in time ♡ | when you and jack had parted ways, somehow you both knew you'd meet again somehow. |

⇨ luke hughes⁴³

betty ✪ | a small incident at luke's draft party causes a whole lot of drama you never expected to happen. |

worst (best) first "date" [requested] ♡ | request: kind of have a specific request 🫣 im an ohio state fan so it also kinda pains me that i love luke hughes since i hate umich 😭 my request is reader being an osu student and long term devils fan, so when she goes to a devils game in columbus her friends dare her to make a sign for luke during warm ups that says something along the lines of “can i trade you a hat for a puck?” so when luke gives her a puck, she throws him an ohio state hat w her phone number on it. and he finds it really funny and actually ends up messaging her (and then you can end it how you want. fluff, smut, wtv) thank you <33 |

stress reduction [requested] ✧ | request: "shower s-x with luke hughes help" |

⇨ nico hischier¹³

olive theory ♡ | you and nico have only been dating for 6 months but both of you are convinced you've found the one, and a certain theory proves you right. |

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬

⇨ quinn hughes⁴³

you are in love ♡ | 3 times that quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the 1 time he finally did. |

cowboy like me ✪ | you and quinn were destined to fail from the beginning. |

the big C [requested] ✧ | "quinn hughes x equipment manager reader smut? maybe it’s the start of the season so the reader is helping him get all his gear fitted and situated and she’s calling him “cap” and “captain” and he ends up feeling some type of way" |

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬

⇨ andrei svechnikov³⁷

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[theroguesue]

the delicate beginning rush by roguesue [famous/non-famous, mature, 89k]

He's so in love it feels silly sometimes, not really thinking it's possible for someone his age feel such strong things about a bloke he met while scrolling through fucking Instagram. Before Louis arrived to Manchester, he used to stay up at night and think maybe it was all a big dream his mind had created in those moments he had between life and death, that instead of showing him all his life, it created a fantasy with the man of his dreams, finally getting to fall in love. It was bloody dumb, he knew that, but he also knew how much life hated him, how he had been miserable for almost his entire existence.

And right now, in Louis' arms, he prays this isn't his imagination or a dream, he prays to whoever is out there that he'll always have this, his love with Louis.

Harry finds Louis without meaning to, quickly obsessing with the blue-eyed boy and somehow ends up having a long distance relationship with him, getting to have the teenage love story he always longed for. But Harry quickly learns that it’s not as easy as it seems, having to decide what’s best for the both of them.

#the delicate beginning rush #roguesue #my fic #larry fic #larry fic rec #hlficlibrary #online relationship #famous #non famous au #rockstar louis #student harry #89k #idk #please pay attention to me #first time doing this

[eddies-perm]

𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫

𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

inspired by this instagram post. (I highly recommend watching it before reading!)

warnings. brief smut!! (at the beginning), but it’s mostly fluff, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, eddie has the pallet of a child, he also just is a child at heart, but at least he cooks! even if all he can make is dino nuggets and mashed potatoes and broccoli and gravy :) , no use of y/n.

word count: 1k

** eddie goes all out for your post-sex meal, preparing you a prehistoric plate straight from his . and, bonus, it’s actually edible this time! **

"G-God, you’re so fucking sexy. ‘m not gonna last if you keep making those noises, princess.”

Eddie’s hips are rolling rapidly, the sound of skin smacking reverberating off the walls of the trailer. He’s close, and so are you.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you whine, back arching. “Harder, baby, f-fuck me harder! I’m so close, I’m r-right there...!”

Fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, Eddie pounds into you, giving it everything he possibly can. You cry out with your climax, hips jerking as you fall apart beneath him. 

He watches every second, admiring how fucking beautiful you look when you cum for him. He doesn’t know how you manage to get even more beautiful like this, with your eyebrows knitted and jaw slacked slightly, a bit of sweat making your skin shine under the lamp glow in his room...

“Fffuck!” he gasps, “Fuuuuuck, princess!”

Groaning loudly and hips slowing abruptly, he pushes every last drop of his warmness deep inside of you, grunting with each spurt and lazy stroke of his pelvis.

You smile softly at him, reaching up to card your fingers through his sweaty mop of hair. “You’re too good at that, y’know?”

He laughs, pulling out slowly and laying down next to you. His face tucks into the crook of your neck and he smiles, pressing delicate kisses to your salty skin.

After a few minutes of basking in a peaceful silence, your stomach growls loudly. You chuckle softly.

“Wow, okay then. I guess maybe I’m a liiiittle hungry.”

“Do you want me to make you something?”

Your eyebrows raise. “Since when do you cook?”

“Hey!” he laughs, giving you a nudge. “I can make stuff.”

“Uhh, name one time you’ve made something that turned out to be actually edible.”

His cheeks warm as he silently thinks about the question. The answer is none, he has never made anything that has ended up actually being edible. The mac n’ cheese, the Kid Cuisines, the lasagna...all of it burnt to a crisp.

“Okay, fine...fine. But I’ve mastered the art of cooking frozen nuggets. I can even make you mashed potatoes and gravy!”

“Mmm, I’m not sure about that--”

“Fear not, my lady!” he says in his dramatic Dungeon Master voice, suddenly leaping up out of the bed and pulling his boxers on, nearly falling on his face as he does so. “I shall prepare a feast fit for my beautiful princess!”

You try to get up but he quickly stops you, crawling on top of you and pinning your wrists to the bed.

“Do not lift a finger, m’lady. I will do all the work and I will bring your plate to you.”

“You sure you don’t want my help?"

He shakes his head with a smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. “I will handle it, there is no need to worry.”

“I always worry when you’re in the kitchen.” You chuckle softly as he rushes out of the bedroom to the kitchen. “Don’t forget to grab the extinguisher from the pantry, y’know, just in case!”

His hand appears down the small hallway, his middle finger raised. You laugh, rolling your eyes.

The freezer door opens and shuts, followed by the crinkling of tin foil and plastic. He turns the oven dial to the correct temperature, letting it preheat while he starts getting the stuff out for mashed potatoes and gravy. And, just to add some green to the plate, he grabs some of Wayne’s broccoli.

You sigh softly, turning the TV on and flipping through channels until you find something decent to watch. Not too many sounds come from the kitchen, other than the beeps of the microwave and the soft ticking of the kitchen timer. Plus, the crashing of plates and pans, followed by a string of curses from Eddie.

Soon enough, the smell of cooking chicken nuggets and canned gravy fill the trailer and your stomach hums with anticipation. Although you’re not the biggest fan of frozen or canned food, you always eat, or rather try to eat, whatever Eddie makes for you. Somehow, it always tastes better when he makes a pot of canned soup or microwaves some TV dinners.

It’s taking a little longer than you thought it would. The timer went off over ten minutes ago...is it really taking this long to get it plated?

Just as you’re about to get up and see what’s going on, he comes down the hall with a plate and a mug. Your eyebrows furrow slightly and you sit up a bit as he steps into the light of the bedroom.

“Eddie, what--”

“Presenting...” He sets the plate on your lap with a proud grin. “A prehistoric dinner from your trusty hunter/gatherer!”

You bust out laughing at the sight before you. He’s created a little scene on the plate, including two mashed potato land forms, broccoli trees, and several dinosaur chicken nuggets in the potatoes.

“What the fuck is this?”

“It’s your dinner! Wait, wait, you haven’t even seen the best part!”

He sits down on the bed and pours some gravy into the little mashed potato hole, and you watch as the thick brown liquid runs into the gap between the potatoes. It makes a little gravy river, completing the scene.

“Soooo...? What do you think?”

He’s got the biggest, proudest grin on his face. His expression is all lit up and happy, and you just love seeing him like this. 

“Eddie, this is...well, something only your mind could come up with.” You say, laughing. You look up at him and sit up a bit further so you can press a kiss to his lips. “Thank you, I love it. And I love you.”

Eddie grins even wider, kissing you again and again, and then one more time just for good measure.

“I love you too,” he hums. “Dig in, princess. I’m gonna go grab my plate.”

As he bounds down the hall and back into the kitchen, you smile, still chuckling softly. You shake your head, unable to wipe the growing smile from your face.

God, you’re so in love with him... Your gatherer.

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[nachtyr-haus-comics]

Kin (Chapter 1 of 3)

Kin

🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️

“What did Mello do this time?” Near lingers in the doorway of Matt’s bedroom, curling a lock of hair as he assesses the situation. 

Matt hugs his legs tightly while sitting on the floor. He’s been crying for a while, evident from his rosy cheeks and puffy eyes. “Well…” the distressed redhead mutters, wiping both eyes with the back of one sleeve, “I was…I was just talkin’ ‘bout my Mama. Outta nowhere, Mells started yellin’ at me. Then he ran away…”

“Oh,” Near comments without an ounce of surprise. He closes the door then shuffles towards his friend. “That makes sense.”

“Really? Why’s zat?”

Delicately, the younger boy situates himself on the floor next to the melancholy Matt. “Well, that’s because Mello was abandoned by his mother.”

“What?!”

Near simply nods.

“Oh, geez, really? Man, that uh, that really blows...” With a frown, Matt lowers his face against the top of both knees. “But I, uh, I didn’t know. Really…I swear I didn’t…”

“Yes, it’s true you didn’t know,” Near adds, his words trailing off into the silence that forms between them. 

Something strange begins to bubble within his middle, derailing all thoughts. At first, Near concludes the emotion must be anger; he notes an increased heart rate, and a rush of adrenaline. Yet, he cannot rationalize why he may be angry. 

Owlish eyes fall back upon the sniffling boy at his side, gleaning what he may from the provided evidence. 

Watching Matt cry is nothing new; the third successor was, as he put it, ‘in tune’ with his feelings, and never bothered to hold back tears. And while most of Matt’s emotional displays were perplexing, to Near specifically, he never felt anger when bearing witness.

No, perhaps anger isn’t correct. What about frustration? Am I frustrated with Matt?

With knit brows, and a headshake, Near concludes this isn’t the case. No, I’m not frustrated, at least, not with Matt. But then, why?

Calmly, Near side-eyes his friend. He notices several maroon specs on Matt’s lower lids, indicating that he cried with enough force to break blood vessels. Mello, you were too hard on him…

Near clutches at the area around his heart. It feels as though his anger, or maybe resentment, is like a flame, white hot and growing larger, in his chest. Fingers roll the white fabric of his button-down hurriedly, repetitively, as a means of distraction.

No, I shouldn’t be upset with Mello. They’ve fought before, and through each altercation, I remained calm.

Eyes turn towards Matt, and again, that burning flame of anger grows hotter.

Matt is…different, far more upset than I’ve ever seen him. 

Is that why? Is it because he’s even more forlorn than usual?

Why, though? 

Why does this make my chest hurt so much?

With a labored sigh, Matt falls limp against his friend’s shoulder. A moment of surprise, punctuated by a shiver and grunt from Near, doesn’t deter Matt, who not only ignores the jolt, but huddles closer.

Uncertainly, Near accepts his new position, slipping his hand out from between Matt and his shirt. Without any choice, he decides it best to allow Matt to do as he pleases. If the redhead is indeed well-versed in the language of emotions, then perhaps leaning against Near is the proper means of consolation.

“I-I didn’t mean t’make Mello mad…”

“That is correct. Matt would never upset Mello intentionally.”

“Heh, yeah, that’s one way t’put it.” Matt dries his eyes. “But, geez, I don’t even know where he ran off tuh.”

“I have an idea where he may be.”

“Oh! Really?!” 

Near nods.

“Great, then, let’s go!”

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Banner artwork by UnoDayStudio on Twitter, FourTwoNine429 on Twitter and Lazulapin on Instagram!

Hello! Thank you for reading this ficlet! (It was SUPPOSED to be really short, but I decided to break it up into a few chapters) I post fics here every Friday, and I write MeroNia, MellodraMattic, Natebit and NearlyMellofdraMattic content :3 You can find similar works on my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/launachtyr

#deathnote #death note #matt #mail jeevas #near #nate river #natebit #platonic #fanfiction #death note fanfiction #fanfic #matt x near #fluff #hurt/comfort

[adventuraexplorations]

Title: "Voyage of the Soul: Crafting a Unique Travel Experience Beyond the Ordinary"

In a world that spins with routine, where the familiar often overshadows the unknown, the true essence of travel lies in unraveling the extraordinary, creating a unique tapestry of experiences that transcends the mundane. Join me on a literary expedition as we delve into the art of crafting a journey that is not just a physical exploration but a voyage of the soul, where every step is a dance with the extraordinary.

**Embarking on the Odyssey:**

The journey begins not with the stamp on a passport but with the spark of curiosity. It's a conscious decision to embark on an odyssey that goes beyond ticking off destinations on a list. The true traveler understands that the heart of the journey lies not in the distance covered but in the stories written along the way.

**The Call of the Unexplored:**

True travel is a call to the unexplored, a beckoning to the untouched corners of the world where adventure whispers and discovery awaits. It's about venturing beyond the well-trodden paths, seeking out hidden gems, and embracing the unfamiliar. The thrill lies in the mystery of what lies around the next bend, the anticipation of the unseen.

**A Symphony of Senses:**

The essence of travel is not solely visual; it's a symphony that engages all the senses. From the aroma of street food wafting through narrow alleys to the touch of ancient cobblestones beneath your feet, each sensation becomes a note in the melody of exploration. To truly immerse oneself in a destination is to absorb its essence through every sense.

**Cultural Choreography:**

Every destination is a dance, a unique choreography of cultures, traditions, and histories. The true traveler doesn't just witness this dance; they actively participate. It's about donning the vibrant hues of a local festival, savoring the spice of regional cuisines, and learning the rhythmic beats of traditional music. The dance of cultures becomes a shared celebration, a communion with the soul of a place.  Read more…

**Embracing the Unplanned:**

While meticulous planning has its merits, the heart of travel often beats in the unplanned moments. It's the unplanned detour that leads to a hidden waterfall, the chance encounter with a local artist, or the spontaneous decision to join a festival. Embracing the unplanned is an invitation to serendipity, a reminder that the best stories often unfold in the margins of the itinerary.

**The Power of Connection:**

Travel is not just about the places; it's about the people. The true adventurer seeks connections that transcend borders. Engaging with locals, exchanging stories with fellow travelers, and fostering meaningful relationships on the road enrich the journey. It's the shared laughter, the exchanged wisdom, and the understanding that, despite differences, there is a common thread that binds humanity.

**The Art of Slow Travel:**

In a world that rushes, the art of slow travel is a rebellion. It's about savoring each moment, allowing the senses to steep in the nuances of a place. It's the unhurried exploration of a neighborhood, the leisurely appreciation of art, and the languid sipping of coffee at a sidewalk cafe. Slow travel transforms the journey from a race to a leisurely stroll through the tapestry of a destination.

**Capturing Moments, Not Just Photographs:**

While photographs freeze moments in time, the true traveler understands the difference between capturing an image and immortalizing a moment. It's not about the perfect angle or the most Instagram-worthy shot; it's about encapsulating the emotions, the ambiance, and the stories within a single frame. The camera becomes a storyteller, not just a documentarian.

**Responsible Wanderlust:**

With the privilege of exploration comes the responsibility to preserve. The true traveler treads lightly, minimizing their environmental impact and respecting the delicate balance of ecosystems and cultures. Sustainable choices, from eco-friendly accommodations to supporting local initiatives, become integral to the journey. Responsible wanderlust ensures that the destinations remain pristine for generations to come.

**The Inner Journey:**

Amidst the external landscapes, travel becomes an inner journey. It's a pilgrimage into the depths of self-discovery, a mirror reflecting personal strengths, vulnerabilities, and aspirations. The true traveler recognizes that the external landscapes are often mirrors, and the journey outward is a parallel expedition inward.

#sunset

[animexsrenma]

**A long night with bonten**

I was inspired by those edits of Mikey and Sanzu<3

credit for pics: Rochelle_Ghun on Instagram

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS

Warnings: gun play, nympho reader, Mikey is kind of manipulative but reader is ok with that, gangbang, oral sex, double penetration in the same hole, voyeurism, cum inside, a little bit of overstimulation, piss kink (I’m so so sorry), may seem like non-con but reader agreed beforehand

Not edited;) do not come at me for mistakes plz:))

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Mikey and you have been dating for a year now and every time you two fuck, it’s intense. Just like now… when he holds a gun at your entrance. Him and his executives are sitting on couches across the room. You’re standing up in front of Mikey. One of his hand keeps your skirt up while his other runs the gun back and forth over your clothed pussy. His executives are watching carefully and you can’t help but being extremely embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

“What’s with that face pretty..?”

Tears are running dow your cheeks now. You sob as you look at Mickey with your doe eyes.

“Cmon pretty, it’s just you and me… why are you crying?”

“NO! Everyone is watching..! I-I just want you!”

You scream at him and you cry like a little baby too. He’s so mean, why would he want his executives to watch?

“But baby, it’s just you and me<3 They won’t touch you I promise. Stop acting like a brat now, your pussy is dripping on my gun..”

He breaks eyes contact to stare at your juice. Every time his gun touches your clit, your hips automatically buck to get more friction.

“See..? You feel so much better now”

He lets go of your skirt to grab your face making a pout with your glossy lips. He pulls you towards him way to hard and you fall on your knees. Now, it’s his turn to look at you from above. He lets go of your face and brings the gun to your lips.

“Suck”

You don’t need to be told twice. After all, you know if you obey him you’ll have a reward. You take the gun in your mouth, your eyes always looking at his and you bop your head. The loss of friction on your clit begin to be painful so you start to rub your clit with your delicate fingers.

“Damn, You told us your bitch was horny but I think she’s a nympho, man.”

A younger guy who looks just like the one who spoke hits him pretty hard on the plexus.

“He told us to shut the fuck up..!”

You pay no attention to those two, too lust in your own pleasure. You close your eyes and imagine it’s Mickey’s dick instead of the gun and you instantly moan. Because of your eyes closed, you can’t see Mikey giving signs to Sanzu. Soon, you feel a pair of hands on your hips. You open your eyes in surprise and try to look behind you but your boyfriend push his gun at the back of your throat, making you gag. He keeps his toy there as he bends over to whisper in your ear:

“They wanted to see how you feel, baby. They work so hard for me it’s only natural to give them a good time.” He gives you an almost sweet kiss to your forehead before standing up. All hands are rushed over your little body. It’s not that you are little, it’s just that they are all so tall and muscular. Without warnings, the man named Sanzu pushes your panties to the side and shove his cock inside of you. Your scream is muffled by the cock in your mouth, which you haven’t realize it was there. A tall man with purple hair is bucking inside your warmth, head thrown back. Sanzu holds your throat for support, making you gag even more. Another is pulling your shirt above your breast.

“No bra, huh? You were right, she’s definitely a nympho..”

The same man doesn’t lose a second before grabbing one of your breast and massaging it so hard it’ll be sure to leave bruises. The younger brother kneels at your other side to softly take one of your nipple between his two fingers.

“Don’t be so rude Koko, it’s the boss’ bitch after all.”

Your pussy is full, your mouth aswell and the hands on your nipples feel so good. So good. It’s embarrassing but you’ll cum soon. And they noticed. You’re a shaking mess below them, your pussy is clamping hard on Sanzu’s cock. Your vision goes white for a little while and you can’t hear anything. They have to hold your body so you won’t crumble. Your pussy gushes, wetting the floor. You come back little by little from your high and all you can feel his seed dripping down your thighs and chin. They both came inside you but you were to busy enjoying your orgasm that you didn’t feel a thing. You didn’t have time to recuperate, you are now above the younger brother, his cock deep inside your pussy. The one named Koko is above you, his chest pressed on your back.

“Think she’s wet enough Koko..?”

“More than enough Rindou..”

Without asking you, he pushes his dick in the same hole as Rindou. Your scream only making everyone dick’s even harder.

“Shhh, pretty. The first thrust is the worst, you’ll enjoy it afterwards. Trusts me.”

You don’t know much about these two, but one thing sure you don’t trust them.

“I’ll help you relax, ok..?”

With that said, Koko slides his hand from your back to your butthole. He presses his thumb on the entrance and spits on your hole, only the tip of his cock is inside. Sanzu grabs Kokonoi’s hand firmly, making him pull out of you completely. Rindou takes advantage of that to buck his hips against yours.

“Mikey said no touching there dumbass. Don’t make him mad. He said she’s never been touched there and he wants to be the first.”

The man with little braids mumbles something to himslef before sliding his tip back inside you, forcing Rindou to wait. The stretch is insane. You clamp hard against the shoulders of the man below you. You try to accommodate to both of their sizes but it’s just too much and you cum for a second time. With Rindou’s cock all the way in and Koko’s half you feel so full, your pussy squeeze the both of them together, provoking a moan from those two. The one below you can’t take it and soon, you’re filled with his seed. As soon as you both come down from your highs, Koko recklessly slams inside of you. Rindou is still half hard inside your cunt and the other takes advantage of your weakening state to push himself all the way in.

“FUCK, KOKONOI! Let me pull out damn it!”

He doesn’t give a fuck, he keeps pounding inside you, chasing his own high while overstimulating you two. Rindou makes all sort of face, from his eyes rolling in the back of his head, tears almost pouring out to being mad as hell. He looks at the one behind you with so much anger yet he moans at the same time. You can’t help but kiss him and he accepts. Both of your tongue dancing with each other while Koko gives you the best orgasm of your lives. Finally, he cums inside, loads and loads filling you to the brim, almost knocking you out. They both pull out and lay you on the floor. You’re so tired it takes you a minute to see well. When you finally do, a man with a scar on his face is towering over you, still standing up.

“Hey, I’m Kakucho.”

“Hey, I’m Y/n.”

“Yeah I know..” he chuckles.

He seems like a good guy, way different that all of the others.

“Cover your mouth or you won’t like it pretty.”

You do as your told and he unzips his pants before pulling his cock out. You don’t understand at first but it’s clear now as he empties himself on your poor body. All of the other men laugh and you spot Mikey across the room. You hope he would come to stop this but he doesn’t. Kakucho pisses on your breast and tummy. You feel just like a toy for them, as they all look at you with a big smile on their face and their balls empty. But what’s even more embarrassing is that you are aroused from this. It turns you on to be peed on by your boyfriend’s executive. You like this and they all know because they can see how your pussy is still dripping.

“You wanted a round two Sanzu, go for it.”

And he picks you up so you can sit. Sanzu wipes your body with a towel and he whispers in your ears:

“That was so hot, baby”

You look at him with your doe eyes. Happy of what he said to you, you change position so you’re on your knees before him. You take his cock in your mouth and suck it. You massage his balls and a low groan escape from his lips. The one named Ran comes behind you. Your provoking position makes him hard again. So he grabs both of your ass cheek to look at your hole. It’s dripping and almost begging him to fuck it. Who is he to deny it..? So he slams himself inside.

“Fuck, even after all of us she’s so tight..”

He throws his head back and all you can hear is the sound of skin clapping skin and your gagging. Soon, Sanzu is whimpering your name as he cums hard. You swallow everything he gives you and you stick your tongue out. You’re happy, grateful even. He slides his thumb on your lips before moving back, admiring the mess of drool on your face. Ran is close too and he keeps both of your hand with only one of his behind your back while his other keeps your throat flush against his shoulder.

“You better take every fucking drop I give you”

All of Bonten is watching as Ran cums deep inside. Your vision goes white for a minute, you’re so full of cum you can’t handle it. Ran puts your fragile body on the floor and everyone moves back to leave room for Mikey. Your boyfriend who’s been watching the whole time kneels next to you. “You really think I’ve never seen your preference on pornhub!? Hope you loved that.. it was the only time I shared you. Gangbang, gun and piss those are some weird kink, baby.” He picks your body off the floor, bridal style and you fall asleep.

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[patd--phan]

Wanna Be Yours

Pairing: Dadsbestfriend! Bucky (mid/late 40s) x reader (in early/mid twenties)

Summary: Y/N surprises bucky on a business trip and he promises to be hers.

Warnings: SMUTTY stuff (18+ only pleasee), unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), riding, teasing, significant age gap, reader takes charge, “Doll/sweets/baby/sweetheart”, some cute ass shit at the beginning and end tho

WC: about 3K im sorry I was really H*rny yesterday and I was unable to do anything about it as i was stuck in the car all damn day

Note: So I was really h*rny yesterday and this happened lol I’m sorry. Loosely based on the song wanna be yours-arctic monkeys. Also this will probably be the only smut I ever write bc I don’t wanna become an 18+ blog or make anyone uncomfortable (not that 18+ blogs are bad tho lemme set that straight, most of my fav blogs are)

PS thank you for the love on my first ever fic with Peter Parker x reader, it made me so happy that ppl didn’t think I suck lol ( and i guess i lied saying i would probably never write another one shot lol)

You do NOT have my permission to repost this anywhere, I will come for u if you plagiarize ok bye

It was no secret that Bucky liked to be in charge in the bedroom, and you had absolutely no problem with that. After all, he was older and more experienced; he knew how to make your body sing. But this week you were craving something a little different. Bucky had been away on a business trip all weekend and you really missed him, not just the sex (but I mean…) but just cuddling and talking to him about your day; you were feeling clingy. You decide to text bucky even though you knew he couldn’t answer right away because he was currently in a meeting.

Y/N: I mis youu :( when will you be back tomorrow?

You just wandered around your apartment for the next 20 minutes, casually checking your phone about every 30 seconds just in case bucky was able to sneak in a text. He finally replied after 30 minutes, right as his meeting was ending at 3.

Bucky: Hey doll, I miss you too <3

Bucky: unfortunately one of the investors this morning had to push their meeting to late tomorrow afternoon, so I’m not gonna be home until very late tomorrow night :(

Y/N: dammit :(

Y/N: well good luck at the pitch meeting tomorrow, I love and miss you <3

Bucky: don’t gimme that pout I know your making doll, ill see you tonight on facetime! :)

Y/N: haha u know me so well, and yes you’ll see me tonight ;) (but I still miss u)

Bucky: I know doll I hate it too, see you tonight. Love you <3

Y/n: love you too <3

You didn’t know if you could go until late Monday without seeing bucky. As you laid on the couch smiling sadly about missing your love, an idea popped into your head. He was only two and a half hours away, and he wouldn’t be back at his hotel for another 4 hours at least. Fuck it, you were gonna go drive to his hotel and surprise him. You couldn’t be away so long, you felt super clingy this weekend and you needed to be on top of with him.

You quickly ran around your apartment, packing an overnight bag and you saw the package that arrived earlier on your floor that you completely forgot about because you couldn’t stop thinking of Bucky. You remembered its contents e(a completely evil lingerie set) and threw it in the bag with a smirk on your face.

The drive to Bucky’s hotel felt like forever and you had to remind yourself to stop speeding because you were so excited. When you finally got to his hotel, you had to convince the manager to give you a key to his room, proving that you were the man’s girlfriend with several pictures on your phone which was slightly embarrassing because in almost every picture, at least one of you was half-naked. Worth it. You thought. When you arrived in his room you quickly went into the bathroom to change into a little black dress (with a surprise underneath). Then as you were sitting on his bed waiting for him, you realized it would still be a while before he would get back, so you decided to tidy up his things, packing his clothes and organizing his suitcase. Pleased with your work, you sat back down on the bed and looked at your phone for a while. You finally got pulled out of your Instagram daze when you heard Bucky’s voice in the hallway laughing at something a coworker said. You quickly threw your phone on the dresser, straightened up you dress, and sat at the edge of the bed with a huge smile on your face, giddy to surprise him.

As he turned the doorknob he was still looking behind him talking to the man. When he finally said goodbye and turned his head around, his eyebrows raised up and his jaw dropped, which was quickly replaced with a smile even larger than yours.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, running towards you and throwing his briefcase on the floor.

He picked you up in a tight hug and you squealed, legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

“I told you you’d see me tonight!” you said, still clung to him like a koala.

“W-what?” He replied, still in shock. Letting your legs fall back to the floor.

“I just missed you too much” you shrugged.

If any human could embody “heart eyes” it was Bucky at that moment- he’s such a softie for you. He pulled your face towards him and gave you one of the most loving kisses you’ve ever had in your life. You were expecting it to be passionate and rough, but it was soft, delicate and loving, and your heart melted into a puddle. After your lips parted, you gazed into each other’s eyes before being pulled up in another tight hug. You giggled and wrapped your legs around him again.

“I guess you missed me too huh?” you laughed.

“Oh doll, you have no idea.”

You wrapped your hands in his hair, massaging his neck and he moaned loudly.

“Mm, that feels nice.” He hummed.

“You tired baby?” you asked, he seemed like he needed some TLC (and you were ready to give it to him).

“I am so exhausted.” He replied, making you frown behind his back.

You slowly slid down his body, back onto your feet again, and kept massaging his head. He looked at you lovingly before looking around his hotel room, his eyebrows pulled in confusion.

“Did you clean up in here?”

“Yep, while I was waiting for ya,” you replied, smiling.

His whole face softened.

“Oh, I really don’t deserve you doll.” Making you smile and shake your head.

“Oh yes you do.” You replied making him smile and his heart flutter in his chest.

He pulled you in for another kiss, this one with more fire and longing in it than the last one. His large hands grabbed you ass to pull you closer to him and you moaned into the kiss. You pressed your body against him even tighter and ran your hands through his hair making him moan. You could feel his pants tent start to grow against you and you smirked and moved you lips down to the side of his neck making him groan.

You pull back and look at him, hard and eyes half lidded, it turns you on so much you feel your panties dampening.

“Hey Buck?” you whisper, lips mere inches apart.

“Hmm?” he hums in response.

“I have another surprise for you.” You whisper into his ear before pulling back to look at his face.

“What’s that, doll?” he whispers.

You smirk and step away from him, noticing the confusion on his face before you pull your dress over your head and throw it onto the floor.

Bucky’s jaw drops, making you bite your lip and smirk even more. This was gonna be fun.

“Oh, fuck me,” He groans.

“Oh, I fully intend on it, Buck” you smirk.

He just groans and starts walking towards you.

“Buck?”

“Yeah sweets?”

“Wanna be mine tonight?”

“Fuck, I’ll be yours forever doll.” He says, making you whimper. You pull him against you by his tie, pressing your bodies together.

Your lips crash and tongues swirl together fighting for dominance. Hands moving up and down each other’s bodies like animals. Bucky squeezing your ass so tight you know there’s gonna be marks.

You both pull back enough so you can shimmy off Bucky’s tie and throw it over his head before unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off him. You then sink to your knees and undo his belt quickly before slowly unzipping his pants, kissing the outside of his member though his pants making him exhale a breath sharply.

“Fuck” he breathes out.

You don’t want to tease him too much (yet) so after another kiss, you shove his pants off and lay down on the bed, his body caging you under him.

The passionate makeout session resumes with Bucky still hard in his boxers pressing against your clothed core. You suddenly remember what you wanted and pull back from the kiss.

“Wait, no” you whisper.

Bucky pulls back, confused and nervous he did something to hurt you.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers.

You take advantage of his confusion and roll him over so you were straddling him with a smirk on your face.

Bucky moans at your actions, core pressing tight against him.

“You said you’d be mine.” You breathe over his lips. Moaning as being in charge is giving you a whole rush of feelings and confidence.

You kiss him, and he lets you dominate the kiss this time, biting his lips and grinding on him. He bucks his hips onto your and you pull back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Bucky moans at your words as you start to kiss all the way down his body, leaving little hickies down his chest. When you get towards his boxers he thinks your gonna kiss his member or pull down his boxers, but instead you go back up his chest, licking a stripe from his belly button all the way to one of his nipples, up his neck, to his lips.

Bucky moans, loud. You give him one more kiss before deciding to stop teasing him (kinda). You quickly kiss down his chest again and then plant a few kisses on his aching cock through his boxers. He bucks his hips and is whimpering under you. Fuck, that turns you on. Your big strong boyfriend who could probably crush you with one arm, whimpering and practically begging under you. Your panties are fucking soaked and you don’t think you can deny your own pleasure too much longer. You pull down his boxers and his cock is throbbing and dripping precum.

“Shit” you moan at the sight.

You lick the precum off him and he gives a high pitched moan that goes straight to your core.

“Baby please, I- I can’t.”

“Don’t worry baby I got you.” You reply as you take his full member into your mouth, sucking lightly.

Bucky moans and bucks his hips into your mouth. You push them back down and suck a few more times before getting off of him. He looks worried for a second before you slide your panties off and straddle his cock.

“Still wanna be mine?”

“Always” he replies.

You sink down onto him, jaw dropping and eyes closing at the feeling. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to him no matter how many times he’s been inside you. You both moan as his whole cock is finally buried inside you.

“Fuck Bucky, you feel so fucking good in me.” You moan, starting to rock your hips.

“God, I’m so fucking wet for you.”

Bucky continues to give low moans as you start to ride him.

“Fuck baby, I love you like this.” He says, making you start to ride him harder, moaning at his words.

His hands come grab your hips to help you ride him faster, harder.

“Baby- shit I’m close already.” He pleads.

“All for me? Shit baby aren’t I the lucky one?” You moan.

Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten and he starts to fuck up into you. He was about to blow.

You moan loudly at the feeling. “Cum in me baby please I need it.”

After a particularly hard thrust into your wet pussy you feel him spilling inside you. He lets out one of those vulgar high pitched moans and grunts that make your brain short circuit and your eyes roll back while your pussy clenches around him. You feel yourself getting close, but you want to give him another orgasm, so you sink down on him fully and slowly ride him, hearing him whimpering and moaning. You feel him get hard in you again (thank you supersoldier serum) and you rock back and forth on him. You reach down to rub your clit, but Bucky sees it and swats your hand away, replacing it with his metal one.

“Oh fuck” you moan at the cool sensation.

You start to bounce up and down on him again, the knot in your abdomen building and heating up. You feel yourself close to being undone as you ride him and his other hand runs up your body and squeezes your nipple through your thin lace bra. You moan and feel yourself clench around him, making him moan.

“Fuck- I’m gonna c-“ you get interrupted by the white hot explosion of your orgasm. Your eyes roll back, jaw hangs open and toes curl as you feel that release knock throughout your whole body, making you shake. You let out those high pitched moans and whines that only Bucky makes you feel.

Feeling you clench around him and watching your completely fucked out face, you feel Bucky’s thick cock twitch inside of you, and you moan as you feel him release in you again. Fuck that makes you feel good. So good you can’t think or move and you start to collapse on top of Bucky, but he slightly catches you and lays you down on his chest, both breathing heavy, with his cock still inside you, cum dripping all down your legs and onto Bucky.

You can’t speak, can’t think, the pleasure totally ruining you. After what feels like forever, you feel your breathing start to return to normal, as does Bucky’s, and you feel his hand rubbing up and down your back, grounding you back to earth from wherever on cloud nine you were.

You hum as you feel yourself finally calm down.

“Holy fuck, doll” you feel him lowly whine in your ear. You can only moan lowly in response.

“Baby that was fucking amazing.”

“Mmhmm.” You hum.

“…but I think I’m gonna lose my mind if you keep clenching around me.” He chuckles.

“oh shit, sorry,” you mumble out. You try to push up off of him but the farthest you got was placing your hands on his shoulders before your body gave up on you.

“Oh my God, I can’t move” you whisper. You’re so fucked out, your body won’t respond to your brain anymore.

Bucky moans at your words and slowly rolls both of you so youre on your side facing him. He reaches down and pulls his soft cock out of your pussy, moaning when he sees a burst of cum leaking from you.

You moan at the feeling of him exiting your body. You look him in the eyes and give him a lazy smile. His eyes sparkle back at you and his hand comes up to rub your cheek.

“Mm” you hum at the feeling.

“That was fucking incredible” he says, making you smile wider.

“I’m not disagreeing” you quip.

He chuckles lightly before saying “you gotta do this more often.”

“What, surprise you on business trips?” you question.

“No” he rolls his eyes and smiles, “Well yes actually, but I was talking about you absolutely taking charge tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” you smirk.

“Fuck yeah doll, I don’t think I’ve ever cum as hard. You looked so damn sexy in charge.”

You look away from his eyes, shying at his words, but also they were giving you the confidence to look right back into his eyes and say “I agree” with a smirk.

“I love hearing those high pitched moans you make, It turns me on so much” you admit.

“You know, only you can get those noises out of me, doll” he chides. You blush and smile at him.

He chuckles and you bring his face towards yours and kiss him deeply, tongues meeting together. You both hum into the kiss as his hand rubs down the side of your body.

When you break the kiss, both of you needing a breath, he pulls your body towards him, resting your head on his chest. You hum in peace as he rubs your back.

“I love you so much Y/N” he says and you feel your heart absolutely burst in your chest.

“I love you so much too Buck,” you reply, lifting your head to peck him on the lips before placing your head back on his chest.

You lay in silence for a minute before your mind begins to wander again.

“Did you mean it?” you ask.

“Mean what, doll?”

“That you’ll be mine forever?” you ask. “I mean not just in the sexy way but that you’ll be with me forever?” you ramble out.

“God yes sweetheart, you’re the one for me.” He responds and you didn’t think your heart could explode anymore, but it just did.

You squeeze his shoulder with your hand before coming up to kiss him passionately again, almost crying at all of the love going though you.

“I promise I’m all yours forever too, Buck” you smile at him.

“Good,” he smiles back, and you rest back on his chest, eyes getting droopy.

“Night-night sweetheart.” You feel yourself smile in your sleep.

“Goodnight my love.” You reply, further cuddling into his chest. Bucky feels his heart combust in his chest. God, wasn’t he lucky to have you. He didn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he knew that he was going to assure you that you deserve the world every day for the rest of his life. He kissed the top of your head before falling into a deep sleep, content with his favorite person tight in his arms.

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[lure-of-writing]

My Love

Connor rhodes x reader 

If one thing about life was guaranteed, it's that absolutely nothing about life is guaranteed. Waking up, going to work, coming home at the end of the day, none of it was promised.

Sitting on your balcony watching the city awake would be one of the fleeting moments of peace you would get all day. “Baby it's like five in the morning, come back to bed.” Turning to the side you see Conner standing in the open doorway leaning against the wall. “I’m not tired but you should go back to sleep.”  Glancing at the rising sun before looking back at you he moves from the wall gesturing with his hand for you to move over. Pulling your body to rest in between his legs, silence falls upon the blissful environment, both of you simply enjoying each other's presences and the beauty before your eyes.  

Laying your head on his shoulder you peel your eyes open to find him already looking down at you. “I’m going to marry you.” Smiling at his sudden confession you shift to sit in his lap facing him “Conner Rhodes are you proposing to me?” He swore he could see the stars in your eyes when you stared at him. Softly laughing he moves his hands under the fabric of your, his, shirt making random patterns against your skin. “No this isn’t how I’m proposing but now that I’m thinking about it, maybe I should have.” “You better not be messing with me right now Rhodes.” It's safe to say your heart was beating at a rate Conner would be concerned about. Gently cupping your face in his hands he sees all the questions swirling in your eyes “I promise I’m going to propose to you but not right now, you deserve a beautiful proposal.” Eyes darting in between his you scrunch your nose in confusion “Conner, I don’t need this huge elaborate proposal that you think I do.” Gingerly running your fingers along the features of his face you give him a world renowned smile as he likes to call it before continuing

“I have everything I need right here in front of me. You. I have you. Sitting before me declaring your love. This may not seem like a perfect proposal to you but the man I love is sitting before me declaring his love while I'm wrapped in his embrace, the place I call home, watching the sunrise. This is perfect to me.”  Conner could not believe the words he was hearing, this meant he could finally stop worrying about how to pop the question and finally put a ring on your finger. Studying your face for a few seconds he finds you're serious “In that case stay right here.” He slips from your grasp before sprinting into his bedroom where the ring sat in the bedside drawer, grabbing it before rushing back to you.

Kneeling before you, sat on the couch, he begins. “ I knew I had to ask you out when you came into the ED with Jay and stood at the nurses station and joked with Maggie and April that you need to take a medical class so your team would stop coming into the hospital to get patched up. I realized that I was in love with you when I went to Molly’s and saw you singing at the top of your lungs and dancing with Hailey as if there was no one watching but I was and I knew that I couldn’t live without your crazy, thrilling, breathtaking love.”  Delicately taking your hands in his, he sees the tears in your eyes threatening to spill over and your lip pinched between your teeth trying to not let your lip tremble.

“I knew I was going to marry you after coming home at god knows when, to you in the kitchen, music playing quietly, standing at the counter having a stare down with the ingredients needed to make churros because you saw a video on instagram and wanted to try it even though you had already attempted it and it didn’t end up being a churro.”  A hearty laugh falls from his lips as he thinks about that memory.

“Will you marry me y/n?” He couldn’t even get the question out as you pulled him into a hug, effectively landing both of you on the ground laughing with happiness. Laying next to him you knew this is exactly what you wanted for the rest of your life. “Absolutely, you don’t need to ask me twice” after placing the ring on your finger he pulls you into him, soaking up the happiness that surrounded the both of you.

“Conner you need to stop kissing me. I’m going to be late if you don’t” you had everything you needed for work in your hands but that also meant you needed Conner to open the door for you, leaving you trapped between him and the door, not that you minded. “It wouldn’t be the first time you're late.” pulling away he smiles at you “You're right this wouldn't be the first time I’m late for work, but this would be the first time I’m late as an engaged woman and a soon to be Mrs. Rhodes.”   He couldn’t disagree with that and he was sure you would want to show off your ring. Pulling the door open for you to step out into the hallway “Fair enough future Mrs.Rhodes. I’m sure I’ll see you at work?” he may have asked a question but it wasn’t really one with both of you knowing the answer “More likely than not.” pulling you back in for one last kiss he looks over your features just admiring his future wife “Be safe, I love you!”  bounding down the hallway you briefly look over your shoulder sending him a blinding smile “I always am. Love you too!” And just like that you were gone for work.

Conner hadn’t heard from you all day not that this was surprising, he knew you had a big day ahead of you and needed to be one hundred percent focused. “Come on man, what is the surprise?” Will leaded against the nurses station next to him causing Conner to laugh “Since when do you care about what goes on in my life?” This was definitely a fair point but everyone was talking about this surprise and he wanted to know. “I don’t care all that much but we have worked together for a while now and I also want to know what this could be, I mean all the nurses are talking about what it could be.” Grabbing the tablet from Maggie's extended hand Conner laughs again “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

The end of his shift was fast approaching and he could not wait to get home and see you again so you could tell him about everyone's reaction to the ring sitting on your left hand. “Trauma incoming CPD!” Maggie shouted causing his blood to run cold. Conner prayed you're not the one incoming but his prayers went unanswered. Ethan ran to the door as the gurney was being taken out of the ambulance  “What we got?” He questioned “Female, multiple GSWs, unconscious in the field and riding here, major blood loss.” Rolling past him Conner saw you covered in blood laying on the gurney and his heart dropped, he needed to save you.  Going to enter the room Maggie put a hand out to stop him “You know you can’t go in there.” “Like hell I’m not! That’s my finance, I’m going to save her!” he was shouting but he didn’t care. Maggie stood her ground in front of your room “I’m not going to let you and you know that you can't work on family members and you know that.” Conner was ready to fight with Maggie until she gave in until he saw Kevin walk in covered in your blood.

“What the hell happened? You are supposed to have her back! Make sure she's safe!” before Kevin got the chance to answer the monitors where going off letting Conner know you weren’t breathing. Watching Will and Ethan do everything they could to save you was painful but not as painful as not being able to do anything. The yelling voices and beeping monitors were beginning to blur together until he heard the words “Time of death nineteen hundred thirty-two.”

Rushing into your room he begs Will to do something, anything, he can’t lose you. Collapsing into the side of your bed he grabs your hand and lays his face on your chest. Crying he screams out “No! This isn’t real! We are supposed to get married and grow old together!” Will put his hand on Conner's back trying to provide some sort of comfort and Conner's crys bellowed out of the room and into the ED. The sound of his heart breaking would hunt the ED for months to come.

You knew being a cop was a risky job and when you became a detective you knew it only got that much more dangerous which is why you wrote letters to everyone in your life. “What are these?” Kevin pondered as you gently placed all of the envelopes inside the top drawer of your desk. “These” Holding up the letter with Conner's name printed on the front in your handwriting “Are letters to everyone in my life in case something happens to me.” Kevin watched as you placed Conner's letter before everyone else's “Nothing is going to happen to you.” shrugging as you close the drawer “It's a just in case thing, you know nothing is guaranteed in this line of work.”

Staring at the letters in your drawer Kevin realized you knew you weren’t going to make it home one of these days. It had been six months since you died and no one in the district could bring themselves to touch your desk until he remembered the letters. Pulling them out he looked at each name before quietly passing them out amongst the group before looking at the one that mattered most. “I’m,uh” pausing he taps the paper against his hand “I’m going to give this to Conner.”

Walking into the ED he could feel the shift in the room, like he was the cause of your death. Continuing to hand letters to Will, April, Maggie, Ethan and everyone else you wrote a letter to, Conner comes out of the elevator. “What are you doing here?” his tone is cold and dull not that he blames him “I remembered a conversation I had with Y/n once she said she wrote everyone a letter and left them in her desk but I just now thought of it so I, um, I came to give you yours.” lifting his hand he passed on the delicate paper to its rightful owner. “Thank you” giving a tight lipped smile he walks out of the ED and into the cold Chicago air.

Sitting on the balcony where he once proposed to you he opens the letter. “If you are reading this letter that means I’m gone, which first and foremost, I’m sorry. You know I would never willingly leave your side but I guess this wasn’t willingly. I never told you but the first time I saw you I was talking with Will and Jay and the nurses station and you walked out of a patient's room and it was love at first sight and I don’t even believe in love at first sight but you proved me wrong. I knew then that you were the person for me even if you didn’t know it yet.” For the first time in a long time he found himself smiling. “I just want you to know that I’m one hundred percent in love with you, like I’m pretty sure you could ask me to build you a house and I would become Bob the builder even though I can’t hammer a nail without hitting my thumb in the process, I would do it for you.” Of course you would make a joke in the letter you wrote to him in case you were gone. “Anyways it's time to move on to the important things. I want you to mourn for me and I want it to be a healthy mourning process. Can’t get over me too quickly or else I'll have to come back and haunt you, but I don’t want you to hold on forever. You deserve to have love and to be loved, you’ll find someone else someday and when you do, don’t push her away. Welcome her with open arms. Do all the things you wanted to do with me with her. Have kids, become a dad, travel the world with them, make memories and just live. Just live a happy and full life because you deserve it. Listen I feel like this is getting a bit long but I have a few more things to tell you. Don’t worry about me or how I would feel because I’m telling you in this letter I want you to be happy. I may have left you way too early for my liking but don’t worry, my love, I will see you in the next lifetime. Our souls are meant to be together and we will always find our way back to each other no matter the distance or time apart. We will be together again just not in this life. Conner Rhodes if there is one thing I did right in this world it was giving you my heart to love. So my love, I will see you again one day.” Watching the sunrise over the city he knew he would be ok, maybe not right away but eventually he would be.

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Wedding

The delicate beginning rush

A/n: I just received a request for Austin and reader making wedding plans and being all cute and fluffy, so by this post I’m telling you to be in the lookout cause it’s coming

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austinbutler you are so beautiful it takes my breath away

↪︎y/n4real.2002 I love you truly

↪︎fan283 they are so sweet I love them

↪︎fan.austin it's been 11 years guys and these two are still crazy about the each other

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↪︎y/n4real.2002 haha thanks I had the best maids of honor

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↪︎austinbutler doesn't she always?

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billieeilish I look good dang

↪︎y/n4real.2002 good to see you're humble as always 🤣

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↪︎y/n4real.2002 we still crochet together often

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Hello! Can you write a fic where Shawn and Y/n were childhood friends who always had feelings for one another but never acted on it, Shawn is a werewolf and Y/n can be any supernatural being. They're mates but before they get to learn about that, that is when they're 18 or something, Y/n leaves the town for some reason after shawn and Y/n had a little fall out and basically the story is like...she comes back to town and they fic their relationship and stuff... Its a weird request I know😭😭😭 can this possibly be a story?

Your request is my command my dear anonymous..I don't see why can't it be a story...your request is beautiful. 😊😉

DEAL

Pairing- werewolf!shawn x witch!reader

Warnings-none (i got emotional while writing it )

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You were eight when you moved to a new town. It may look like an ordinary town but it wasn't. It was an ordinary town, only full of werewolves.

Like any other kid you were excited for your first day. You got up early that day brushed your teeth, used your favorite shampoo and especially no tantrums while eating your breakfast. Your father looked wide eyed at you shoving food down your throat. Well getting you to eat was his job and he was painfully aware as to how difficult that would be. But today was different.

You looked like a happy pumpkin bouncing on the streets. Your mother couldn't help smile when your father looked at her while scrunching his nose to point how adorable you looked. Your father warned you that the school here might be different from what you had earlier. You nodded your head as he walked you to the school.

Being different was not a problem but being the only one who was different might be a tricky situation. Your entire class was full of werewolves. Naturally you attracted some attention to yourself. You felt shy when their eyes dug into your soul. But there was this one guy, all smiles. He wouldn't stop smiling at you. After some time it became contagious. You couldn't help but smile too. So you decided to sit next to him.

During the break, he turned to you with a butterfly origami and put it on your table. "Hey my name is Shawn. You are going to be my best friend. Deal?" he said as he extended the butterfly to you. You chuckled as to how hard he was trying to hide his authorative nature. "Deal, my name is Y/N." you said as you took the butterfly and looked at it.

As the years went by, you grew up to be just like Shawn. When other girls were busy gossiping about others, you were interested in basketball. Most girls would wear tight fitting dresses, comfy jeans and sweatshirts were your best-friends, and only God knows how may of them would be Shawn's. That guy loved seeing you in his T-shirts.

"Would you be there?" you asked as you looked at the night sky while the both of you laid on the grass. "Have I never?" he nudged your nose, referring to your tournament that you had the next day. "No and that's why I love you." you said with ease not knowing what it meant. He looked towards your direction and smiled a bit. The only thing that hadn't changed was his smile. He had smooth golden skin with a well built body, with curls dangling on his forehead. His golden eyes that shun in the moonlight and a jaw line so sharp it could cut through paper. He could easily be the most attractive guy you had ever seen. You weren't the only one who found him attractive though.

Girls ogled at him when walked through the halls. But he never had eyes for any of them. He should be out there socializing with people as he was going to be a part of pack elections. "You are special" he would say every time you asked him why were you the only person in school he ever hanged out with.

On the day of the tournament, you were standing inside the court as you looked for Shawn. He was there with his girlfriend, Kate who was only busy showing him off on her instagram. "All the best! pumpkin" Shawn mouthed, "Ice cream later. Deal?" you mouthed him back. he laughed and said, "Deal."

The game began with a whistle and the ball with your team members. They passed it to you and bam! shot. The crowd roared when the ball went inside the hoop. Minute after minute hoops were being scored and your team could practically smell victory. All those months of practice came down to a penalty shot. There you stood, dribbling the ball and aimed for the hoop. Before shooting you looked at Shawn who smiled at you in reassurance. The crowd was on their heels when the ball went through the hoop. Your team members had engulfed you when the whistle blew. You looked for Shawn to tell him that the ice cream would be his treat but then you saw him.

His lips were locked with Kate's. They were kissing each other so passionately as if they were always meant to be. Then it struck you, Shawn had a mate. A person who has waited all their life for Shawn and just because you liked him, you couldn't hold on to him forever. He was not meant to be yours.

You didn't realize when you sunk in the crowd and took an exit. You plunged on your bed, just staring at your ceiling. You ignored Shawn's messages and calls as you switched off your phone.

"Honey bear? All good?" your mother asked you as she took a seat next to yours. "Yeah, mom just tired" you got up sitting on your bed. "Oh come on, tell me." she enquired as she caressed your head.

"Mom--" you trailed off as she stopped you mid-sentence. "Shawn kissed a girl?" your mother asked with astonishment. "How did you know?" you questioned back, wide eyed.

"I am a witch Y/N." she said uninterestingly. You talked to your mother about the entire incident and your feelings towards Shawn. Your mother smiled and told you that maybe you should take a break.

"Take a break?" you squealed. "Y/N you are 17, you have to train how to control your powers. What if you just put a curse on someone or what if you start hearing people's thoughts? That can be very disturbing trust me." your mother explained. You were shocked but this seemed to be a perfect idea to get away from these things, to think where you stood with Shawn, to get things back to normal.

Your family helped you pack your stuff and you still hadn't talked to Shawn. You were gonna go for a year, complete you high school online and Shawn should know this but you knew you wouldn't be able to leave after you meet him. So you decided to leave just like that. You clutched your hoody, Shawn's hoody as you passed through his house. All those ice cream treats, treks, knowing each other's breakfast order by heart, all those origami pieces Shawn made for you that you had kept safely in a box under your bed they had to mean something. They meant a lot to you and you had to know if they meant to him as well.

Shawn was worried. you hadn't talked to him for three days. He decided to talk to you in school but when he saw your mother emptying your belongings in a bag, he rushed to ask her what was going on.

Before he could even begin your mother said, "You should have told her Shawn." she turned to face him. "Mrs. L/N if this is about the kiss-" "you should have told her you both are mates." she stopped Shawn while he was speaking. "Where is she?" he asked with desperation in his voice. "She left for her training. You wouldn't be seeing each other for a year" you mother explained. It was very painful for her to watch the evergreen smile which adorned Shawn's face disappear.

Although he was confident you would come back to him. After all you were mates for a reason. He dated girls in school just to stop malicious rumors about him and he didn't like how girls threw themselves in front of him. So he dated girls just for a distraction. It was going to be a hell of a year. Little did he know it was going to be even worse of you.

You practiced during the day endlessly. Spent your days in the library. But it wasn't the day that was trouble. Ever since you had left Shawn's embrace your peaceful nights were replaced by visions. Visions full of memories that weren't even yours. Memories of Shawn, how would it be to have him in your life forever. They were dreams in some sort of way but it hurt too much, imagining something to be yours when you knew that something, someone wasn't supposed to be.

A year passed away dreadfully. Every day it was Shawn in your head and half way across the town you were in his. When you saw your mother after an year, you hid yourself in her embrace. She brushed her hand through your hair, which had grown longer. Funny how the time had passed getting the feminine side of yours. What freaked you out was looked exactly like the person in your visions.

The town looked exactly the same as if you had travelled back in time. You opened the car's window to breathe in the delicate fragrance of wet grass and you sensed him. His earthy smell, his warm embrace. You breathed in the familiar smell as you stepped down the car. One year of feelings, tears that you had held back in you gave up and wet your pink tinted cheeks. You started following the smell and you knew exactly where it headed, to the lawn where Shawn and you spent your evenings together. Could you ever forget it? No because you loved him with all your heart.

Then you saw him. It was like your vision had come alive. His hair grew longer which rustled as the wind blew. The moment he caught your scent he turned to you and the next moment you were running towards him. He held you as if you would disappear the next moment if he didn't.

"Y/N I am sor--" he said and you cut him off. "Shh, Don't say anything." you whispered through your tears. you loved the man who was always there for you. All this time when you thought it was just a crush it wasn't. You were ready to tell him you lo--

"I love you" he suddenly said making you flinch. "You were going to say that weren't you?" he smiled as he brushed his hands through your hair. "How did you?" you gawked at him. He nudged your nose as he said, "You are my mate Y/N. I have known this since the moment I saw you. I have been having visions of you since. I love you and I always have and always will and nothing, no one can change that. " he whispered as he reached the end of his sentence.

He kissed you as he cupped his cheeks. The moment his lips touched yours, you closed your eyes and saw a little girl playing in Shawn's arms. Shawn saw it too and the tears that shun like diamonds flew down his cheeks. Never breaking the kiss he caressed your cheeks. That's when you knew they weren't just memories they were visions of your future together that you would share. You looked at him filled your heart with his embrace.

"You still owe me that ice cream treat." you chuckled as you coiled your arms around his waist.

"Deal" he smiled as he kissed your forehead.

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A/N: Oh what a beautiful request . You guys are so creative with your plots, it just makes me so happy. there are a lot of werewolf fics which are similar to this plot but this request bars was new in its own way. Thank you for letting me write this and i hope my dear anonymous finds this fic satisfying.

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Dancing In The Sky | a.i.

pairing: ashton irwin x reader

genre: fluff to angst

warnings: death (not main characters)

summary: request - Hi!!! It’s very morbid but, I really want one with ash or cal, where they’re in one of the boys house just the boys and their girls, and then the reader receive a call in the middle of the conversation telling someone in her family is dead and she just in shock and she tells them, and the he hugs her and she breaks!!! Thanks

a/n: recently my granny had to be rushed to the hospital and i thought i was going to lose her - luckly it didn't happen. i felt this request particularly close. i always say 'i love you' to my grandma before hunging up on the phone (we live pretty far away from each other) and i thought about what would happen if i forgot to say it, not knowing it would be for the last time. i'm sorry to anyone of you if this triggers you. i love you.

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The light coming in from the window on your right illuminates the whole room, it’s late afternoon but the sun shines almost as if it were noon. The scorching heat has now passed, there is a breeze that cools the air and spreads the scent of the grill in the garden, alternating the scent of grilled vegetables and steaks throughout the house. The pool water is still moving, the inflatable flamingo is wedged near the pool stairs and you can still see the tracks of Michael's wet feet near the diving board.

Halsey's songs are repeated at a low volume, but the guys sing them out loud and a smile forms on your face as you see how they are always ready to support their friends, not only publicly with tweets or instagram stories, but also in private, enjoying music like normal people do.

You hold onto the sweatshirt Ashton gave you as you grab your cell phone from the sofa and put it in your shorts pocket. Your hair is still wet from the shower you just took and it’s leaking few drops of water as you head outside, where your friends are starting to set the table for dinner.

You don't know how it happened, you have vague memories, but you feel grateful to have them around you, to have the opportunity to consider them as a second family, to be able to hug them and to be able to laugh with them. It is a fortune that not everyone has and you make sure you don't waste this opportunity.

“Honey!” Ashton yells, shaking his hand up and looking at you with an amused look. A few tufts of hair fall in front of his face and with one hand he tries to move them back, only to find them in front of his eyes again. His swimsuit is now dry, his chest is red from staying under the sun all day but his tattoos still manage to stand out in the tan and a huge smile covers his face.

Seeing him so happy, confident, at peace with his mind and in love with life, warms your heart and you almost feel like crying of joy in seeing him like this.

You wiped his tears, hugged him under the covers and held him a million times as his demons took over, when mirrors became enemies and food scared him.

You turned off his cell phone every time he read comments about his body and spent sleepless nights keeping him company while he vented his frustration by playing the drums.

You held out your hand to him while accompanying him in his battle against himself, you kissed him as he went through hell and his joy was worth every single tear.

You are proud of him, of the way he went back to wearing his favorite t-shirts and of the way he has come to love all his flaws, even though you're still sure he doesn't even have one.

As you leave the house, a cool breeze passes through your hair and you instinctively close your eyes to be able to appreciate the moment of coolness in the terrible heat of the last few days.

When you open your eyes, amazement takes over your body: the sky is not simply blue like the water in the pool you've been in all afternoon, but pink and orange clouds cover it completely; the sun hides behind them, tinges the sky with more intense colors and you feel your soul leave your body at the sight of so much beauty.

The sunset is so mesmerizing that you don't even feel the need to pick up your phone and take a picture of it, it's so beautiful that you're sure not even the best cameras would be able to capture such a marvel.

It’s a pink and orange sunset, bigger clouds are the backdrop to smaller more intense colors and the skyline of the city is slowly tinged with black, the lights of the buildings begin to see each other more and the world slows down as it prepares for the quietest hours.

The sunset arouses familiar, nostalgic, certainly not typical emotions in you; it’s so beautiful that you feel like you are living a dream, you pinch your arm lightly to make sure you are awake but Ashton's laugh reminds you that it is reality and, with that melody in the background, you understand that the difference between dream and reality is not that big.

And even if it were a dream, you know that dreaming never hurt anybody.

As the sunset surrounds you in a warm hug, a small white butterfly begins to flutter around you, spinning around and bringing a smile to your lips. The insect is small, but in the orange sky it stands out in an important way, making you feel like a Disney princess. You stretch your hand up, raising your forefinger and inviting the little butterfly to lean on it and, without fear, it leans on it, resting its wings and showing itself even more beautiful than you thought.

It’s white but at the corners of its wings it has black spots, its gaze seems to be directed towards you as its antennae move delicately. A sense of awe and wonder makes its way inside of you and you slowly bring the butterfly closer to you so you can admire it better, noticing how safe it continues to feel with you.

“Is everything alright?” Sierra asks as she sets the plates on the table, she's too busy to notice how you seem to be in symbiosis with the butterfly.

“Yeah.” You whisper while the insect continues to stay on your finger, motionless, leading you to feel a sense of peace in the moment you are living.

Suddenly, while the blue sky is giving its space to the dark night, the butterfly takes off and, after making another turn around you, heads towards the sky and merges with the lights of the stars.

You walk back to your friends, still confused about what just happened, and you see Michael trying to move the fire bowl to the corner of the pool. “Mike, if I were you I'd be more careful, you're not the luckiest person when it comes to fire.” You smile and you hear your friends laughing out loud as a grin appears on Michael's face.

“Don't worry, Crystal has seen enough tv shows about doctors to know what to do if I get burned again.” He replies looking at his girlfriend and laughing.

“Shut up and come here,” Crystal responds by pretending to be offended. “Dinner’s ready.” her lips try to hold back the smile that is forming on her face.

You sit on your boyfriend's lap while Luke sets the meat on the plates and Sierra pours the beer into your glass. Ashton pushes your hair to the side and kisses you on the neck, giving you goosebumps and getting winks from his friends.

“You’re terrible.” he replies while looking at them and squeezing his hands on your lap, his head resting on your back while he rolls his eyes and smiles. Everyone burst out laughing and the sound of their laughter still feels like the most beautiful melody to you.

As you are about to take your first bite, your phone starts ringing and vibrating inside the pocket of your shorts. You put your fork down and stand up, being careful not to trip over Ashton's feet as he gives you a questioning look. You give him a kiss on his head and you go away slightly from your group so you can hear better.

Your mother's voice is low as you bring the phone to your ear, a smile forms on your face to hear the sound of her voice but the world collapses on you a few seconds later, when her words become understandable while she cries.

The conversation is short-lived, it is mostly made up of your mother's sobs and words you never wanted to hear. Your mouth opens slightly and your heart seems to stop. And when she closes the call, you have a hard time figuring out if you are having a nightmare or if you are still in reality.

“Was that your lover on the phone?” Calum smiles as you stare at your phone screen as soon as you hang up the call. You look up and see everyone's gaze on you as your eyes start to pinch.

“It was my mother,” you take a deep sigh as you try to find the courage to speak. “My grandmother died a couple of hours ago. She's gone and-” and the words die in your mouth.

Your friends' smiles quickly transform as their brows rise and their eyes lose their light. Crystal is the first to hug you, in less than a second her arms are around you but it's all so surreal that you can't even find the strength to move your body. You hear whispers, but your ears are muffled as Ashton takes the place of your best friend and holds you close to his chest, kissing your hair and whispering words of comfort.

It all happens so fast that you struggle to metabolize, it seems to you that the whole world has stopped or is going too fast, it is hard to try to understand as your mind repeats your mother's words all over again.

You talked to your grandmother the day before, you described to her the weather and you told her all the projects you had in mind, including going to see her as soon as possible. She had told you some stories from her past because she knew how much you loved hearing stories from other times and then you said goodbye to her in a hurry because someone had rang the doorbell.

You didn't tell her you loved her and your heart breaks even more at the realization that she left without knowing the affection you felt for her.

Did she know you loved her? Did she know that she was the most important person to you? Did she know you were grateful for all the sacrifices she had made to make you happy? Did she know you were proud of her? Did she know you loved the way she kissed your hands? Did she know how much you cared about her? Or did she pass wondering if you loved her?

If that were the case, you would never forgive yourself.

Part of you, however, is aware that behind those wrinkles and trembling hands, there were years of wisdom and intelligence and that, even when she was sick, she knew that you loved her unconditionally.

You still remember how she was the one who taught you to ride a bike when your parents were too busy working, how her hunched back bent even more as she pushed you along the street outside your childhood house, letting you go on your own when you learned, while still lying to you about how her hands were attached to the bike, to make you feel protected.

You certainly still remember the way she bragged about you, how she proudly used to tell all the ladies at the grocery store that you were her niece, her greatest joy and the best gift she ever received.

And, if you close your eyes and focus, you can still feel the warmth of the old fireplace in her home, of her hands holding yours while your face was resting on her shoulder. You can still hear the sound of burning wood, of her sweet voice singing melodies belonging to past eras while, between one verse and another, her lips kissed your head and whispered words of love.

Most of all, you have memories of how her arms wrapped around your little body when there was a thunderstorm, when the screams inside your house got too loud and when you saw her again after weeks, with your hearts coming back to beat in unison and your lungs beginning to breathe again.

Now that she is gone, who would be by your side? Who would teach you to cook and sew?

You would no longer hear her heart beating when you leaned against her chest, you would no longer hear the sound of her breaths when you slept next to her, you would no longer wake up with the smell of the flowers she grew and, above all, her dry, wrinkled lips would no longer whisper “I love you” to you.

All the fights, all the moments when you were bothered by her calls and all your snorting about the boredom of being with her bring a pang to your heart that tastes of guilt and arrogance, of shame and wasted moments that won't come back.

She was now gone, her heart had beaten for the last time and her eyes had stopped shining and the more time passes, the more her absence starts to hurt.

While your friends are around you to not leave you alone and Ashton hugs you tightly while caressing your hair, everything seems to start to make sense: the butterfly that just moments before had leaned on your hand, the sunset so beautiful and intense - she was there, she was giving you her last goodbye with all the delicacy possible.

She was reassuring you that she will always be there for you, that she will be in the sunsets under which you will fall asleep and that she will be the butterflies that will fly around in the sky, to reassure you that everything’s gonna be alright.

And with this new certainty and a weight in your chest that will slowly go away, you let yourself go, the tears begin to roll down your face and the sobs echo in the silence of the evening, as the stars light up the sky and God gains a new angel.

Ashton knows it won't be easy, that it will be months before that pain will become more bearable and that family lunches and dinners will be harder, that that empty chair around the table will be a stab in the heart every time.

But he also knows that you are strong, that you will be able to overcome everything, that sadness will turn into a smile when you’ll remember her and that, whatever happens, in a way or another, he will always be there next to you, just like your grandma used to be.

—

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Uh I don't know if you're still taking prompts but I'm dying to read something where Ethan finds out Benji has tattoos (just likes Simon's) and Ethan is all ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡(ӦｖӦ｡) I even have some fanart in my blog or at Instagram @ biablioteca xoxo

hi!! thank you for the prompt :D this took me a while to answer, my apologies for that hhhhhhhh. the fanart is here if anyone wants to check it out, it's really good!!

without further ado, the fic, 1448 words long. enjoy!!

read on ao3!!

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tattoos [that i didn't know you had]

“Hey,” Benji whispers. Ethan tilts his head towards Benji, acknowledging him. They’re curled up in the back of a van with Jane; Will’s driving and Ilsa’s sitting next to him. Jane is asleep on Ethan’s shoulder, the white bandages around her leg bright in the dim light of the van. They’re returning from a mission, a long, exhausting one and it required all of Ethan’s team, excluding Luther, who was on his honeymoon.

“I think I’ve been shot,” Benji tells Ethan quietly, and Ethan jerks up, all thoughts of sleep forgotten. Jane groans as he dislodges her.  

“What?” Ethan hisses. “Benji-”

Benji understands. “Bullet went through me. I’m bleeding quite a lot. Um, it was numb, but not anymore. I’ve got a cloth bunched up against it.”

Ethan knocks on the sliding door between the storage and driver’s seat. “Will,” he says loudly. Ilsa slides the door open and pokes her head through.

“What?”

“Benji’s been shot. Drive faster.”

Ilsa’s eyes widen; she’s clearly too tired to police her emotions. She nods and a moment later, the van moves faster with a screech.

---

Benji’s almost passed out by the time they reach the safe house. Ilsa helps her girlfriend limp inside the house, while Will rushes inside to get the first aid kit ready. Ethan half carries Benji, stumbling through the cold night air into the house as lights flicker on inside.

Jane’s collapsed on a chair, her face pale and sweaty. Her bandages need changing, and Ilsa notes Ethan���s glance at them before grabbing a pile of bandages and handing Jane a flask of whiskey she downs in a gulp.

Ethan winces as Benji moves away the bloody cloth he’d been clutching to his side, revealing his bloody flannel. It’s soaked through.

“How did it take you so long to tell me about this,” Ethan asks, concealing his anger.

Benji shrugs. “Jane was shot. Her wound was more lethal. Forgot about mine.”

“You forgot- how did you-” Ethan runs a hand through his hair, frustrated beyond measure. How did Benji just, forget about his fucking gunshot wound. Ethan wants to punch something.

Will enters the living room, carrying a tray with needles, thread, scissors and alcohol. “Remove your flannel,” he says testily. He looks harried, in a way Will rarely does.

Benji looks up at Ethan, and Ethan, helpless in the face of his eyes, removes the flannel gently. He blinks in surprise at what it reveals, Benji has tattoos.

Ethan stares at them as Will stitches Benji up, Benji’s hand crushing his. They twine around Benji’s left shoulder and the top of his arm, not going beyond where a shirt would. They’re designs Ethan can’t quite make out, but they’re gorgeous. There’s another on Benji’s collarbone, surrounding the delicate bone. It’s partially covered by Benji’s tank top, and Ethan shocks himself with how much he wants to see the rest of it, and any other tattoos Benji might be hiding.

“Done,” Will interrupts Ethan’s train of thought, and Benji lets go of Ethan’s hand, his head falling back, exposing the long line of his neck.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, and Ethan lets out a chuckle. “I’m never getting shot again.”

“I think that would be a bit difficult, with our line of work,” Will says, amused. He lets out a yawn, and so does Benji.

“Bed?” Ethan asks softly. Benji nods. Will takes his leave, heading up to the room he’s claimed as his own. Ilsa waves at them before picking up Jane, who’s too tired to protest, and climbing up the stairs.

Ethan presumes they’re heading to the second bedroom. He smiles at Ilsa and moves to the sofa, pulling it out and working on turning it to a bed. “I didn’t know you had tattoos,” he starts, keeping his voice as casual as he can.

Benji starts. “These little things?”

Ethan wouldn’t call them little, exactly, they cover Benji’s shoulder and collarbone, and there’s another one on Benji’s right arm. “Yeah.”

“I got them at Oxford,” Benji says, a light smile dancing on his face. “Stupid dare. Asked the artist to do them so they’d be covered by my t-shirts. Looks like he did his job pretty well, huh? The best spy in the IMF didn’t know I had tattoos.”

Ethan grins at Benji, enjoying the twinkle in his eyes. “Not my fault I’ve never seen you in anything but geeky shirts and flannels.”

“You just had to ask,” Benji says, careless as anything, before turning bright red. “I- not that I would just undress for anyone, I mean, like, it’s-”

Ethan pats Benji’s shoulder. “Benj,” he says warmly, and Benji stutters to a stop.

“Thanks,” Benji says, relaxing.

Ethan helps Benji up and into the bed, before sliding in next to him. “I think they’re cool,” he whispers.

A flush overtakes Benji’s face. “Thanks,” he replies, sounding pleased.

Ethan offers him a small smile, before leaning over to flick off the lights.

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The second time Ethan sees Benji’s tattoos, they’re on a mission slash vacation in Costa Rica. Ethan’s team had been sent to track the movements of an American on the CIA’s Most Wanted list, but he’d left before they could catch him. The hotel they’d booked was for a week, and Ethan managed to coerce the IMF into allowing them to stay and make use of the money that went into the mission.

Jane and Ilsa had their own room, of course, and Will claimed a single for himself. Ethan and Benji had a double to themselves, with two queen sized beds.

“Heaven,” Benji groans, from his bed. He’s sprawled out on it, his shirt riding up a little, revealing a sliver of skin. Ethan swallows and looks away.

“I’m going to hit the beach,” he tells Benji, who makes some grunting noises, not moving from where he looks like he’s trying to bury himself in his bed.

Ethan chuckles and shakes his head, fond, before heading to the bathroom to change and gather his things. He leaves Benji, who’s curled up in a little ball on the bed, to his own devices, and thinks he deserves some sun and a good hour or two with his paperback.

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Ethan’s about 40 pages into his book when he sees Benji. His eyes widen, and his mouth drops a little, because, well, wow.

Benji’s shirtless, and he’s built [which isn’t a shock, really; Ethan’s always been able to see the lines of his lean body under his tighter t-shirts], but it’s the tattoos that take his breath away.

They cover his entire torso and chest, curving around the muscles carefully. Ethan is pretty sure the tattoos are vines, and they look stunning in the sunlight, enhancing Benji’s build. Ethan is up and moving towards Benji without a second thought, and Benji grins at him.

“Hey,” he says, once Ethan is in earshot. Ethan doesn’t say anything, and Benji’s smile turns a little bemused. Ethan stops once he’s close enough to Benji that if he took one more step and leant forward a little-

Anyways.

His hands flutter around Benji’s skin, not touching, just, hovering. “Little?” Ethan breathes in disbelief.

Benji realizes Ethan’s looking at his tattoos. “Oh. Yeah. Those ones happened later. Took me about five sessions to get it done. Extraordinarily painful.”

Ethan exhales slowly. “Can I-” he moves his hands jerkily. He’s just understood how close to Benji he’s standing.

“Yeah,” Benji nods, studying Ethan with a small frown on his face.

Ethan touches the beginning of the first vine with a finger, and when Benji doesn’t say anything, he continues, tracing the path of the twining plant around Benji’s body. He’s careful, avoiding the scars and bruises. Ethan ends up on the design on his collarbone, and he looks up, into Benji’s eyes.

He can’t read them; he doesn’t know what Benji is going to do or say. Ethan moves to step back, but Benji whispers “Ethan,” and he stops.

Benji slides a hand under his chin [their height difference makes it easier for him to do that,] and tilts Ethan’s head up a little.

Ethan gives in to his impulses. He leans in, and presses his lips to Benji’s.

Benji kisses back immediately, sliding his hands around Ethan’s waist and closing the tiny distance between their bodies. Ethan gets a hand on Benji’s cheek and another pressed on his chest

Later, Ethan will trace the tattoos again, Benji will tell him the stories of how he got them, and Ethan will place a light kiss to all of them. They’ll share a queen-sized bed.

But for now, they stay there, kissing deeply, the sun burning the back of Ethan’s neck.

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yes i KNOW the ending isnt very great hjfhkjshdsjk but here u go anyways :)

thanks for reading!!

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Fearless [JHS]

➴ Pairing: JHS x reader | WC: 718 | Genre: fluff | Rating: SFW; G

➴ Warnings: none

➴ Tags: f2l, confession, drabble

➴ Summary: On your way home from a party, you tell your best friend to pull over so you can dance with him in a storm in your best dress, fearless.

➴ A/N: thank you thank you thank you to @joheunsaram for betaing this on such short notice, @bangtiddies​ for squealing with me over this idea, and Taylor Swift for producing this masterpiece of a song ty queen

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“Pull over.”

Hoseok looks at you incredulously, taking his eyes off the road as he begins to press down on the brakes, car nearing a traffic light.

“Pull over,” you repeat, not meeting his eyes. You continue to stare straight ahead at the sea of brake lights, indicative of the entirety of Seoul rushing to get home before the impending storm.

“You better have a damn good reason for this, Y/N.” Hoseok grumbles as he signals to turn into an empty car park nearby. You don’t answer, heart speeding up to match the tick-tock-tick-tock of the turn signal. 

Hands suddenly sweaty, you look out the window. Dark clouds blot out the normally shimmering night sky, and you wonder if your impromptu idea was a bad one. You loved rainy nights, but you and your best friend usually spent such times indoors instead of out in the rain.

“Alright, what now?” Hoseok’s voice breaks you out of your reverie and you belatedly notice that the car has come to a stop in the middle of the deserted parking lot — Hoseok hadn’t bothered to park properly.

“...dance with me.”

“What?” Hoseok places an arm on the steering wheel and turns his body so that he’s facing you. 

“Dance with me? Please?” You look at him imploringly and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he closes his eyes and nods. He sighs, running both hands through his hair, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Only recently had you put a name to the feelings you had for your best friend for as long as you could remember, and now that you knew you were in love with Jung Hoseok, you couldn’t keep it a secret.

With a deep breath, you place your hand on the door handle and pull inwards, opening the car door. The hem of the dress you donned for your friend’s birthday party falls around your high heels. When you stand next to the car and look over at Hoseok, a light breeze lifts the chiffon lace behind you and into the air, though the effect is ruined when a strand of your hair is blown into your face. 

As if under a spell, the two of you walk around the front of Hoseok’s car, eyes never leaving each other’s, and stopping short when the two of you are a mere step away from touching. Your heart pounds at the intensity of Hoseok’s gaze, half his face illuminated by the headlights of his car. You’ve never seen anyone or anything more beautiful than Hoseok right there and then, and a dazzling smile breaks across your face when he lifts a hand for you to hold.

You place your hand in his delicately, curtsying like you’d seen movie characters do plenty of times and giggle when he bows in return, kissing the back of your hand. Hoseok smiles at you, the corner of his heart-shaped lips turned upwards, and places his hand on your waist, drawing you close to his chest.

Though there’s no music, the two of you glide effortlessly around the car park, led mostly by Hoseok’s natural affinity for dancing.

“Hoseok,” you say as he extends an arm for you to turn under, “I’m in love with you.”

He waits for you to face him again before he pulls you to him, one hand holding yours whilst the other comes up to cup your face, drawing you closer. “I know.”

The heavens open as your lips meet, rain thoroughly soaking your hair and your dress, but you don’t care. You don’t care that Hoseok didn’t return your verbal confession. This kiss, flawless and fearless, tells you everything you need to know. He loves you too.

When you break apart, both of you are breathing heavily, eyes shining with a thousand stars, and Hoseok extends his arm away from him once again, sending you into a spiral that perfectly encompasses how you feel — free, unbothered, and giddy. You let out a laugh as Hoseok yanks his arm back, bringing you close to him again, and grin at him.

With Hoseok, you are dancing together in the middle of a parking lot, in the rain, insane, in love, and fearless — and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this fic. Please consider reblogging so that others are able to find my work! It gives me a lot of motivation to continue writing.

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