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DTF Only (Super Like) - levi ackerman x reader 18+

pairing: Levi Ackerman x afab! Reader summary: You were supposed to take a break and spend Saturday evening alone, until an elusive match arrives at your door. word count: 5k+ notes: Eighth and final part of DTF Only. I'm sure ya'll already know what happens here. warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, praise kink, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, fluff ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

The week had been a fun ride.

Explore, experience, experiment. Tinder was your gateway for all three, giving you the chance to try things you’ve always wanted to try, and discover ideas that stroked a carnal fix you suppressed for years.

It was liberating, it boosted your self-confidence, and it was a much-needed distraction. The scrolling, the messages, the attention, the hook-ups were all fun…until they weren’t anymore.

By Saturday night, you’re burnt out, body aching, and overall bored of Tinder. You should have seen this coming.

Or maybe you should have spaced them out more, but everything is trial and error. It’s something to consider if you decide to dive back into the dating pool. There was just something lacking in Tinder; something that left you unfulfilled. But you were clueless as to what.

For now, you couldn’t care less to ponder. All you wanted to do was soak in a bubble bath and veg out on your couch to enjoy the peace and silence of your own space.

And after you got dressed in your PJs, that’s when it hits you. This is the first time since the breakup that you have been entirely alone.

No dates, no girls’ night. Only you and your thoughts.

You wonder what Colt is up to right now. If he’s spending his Saturday with his friends, his brother, or if he’s out on dates too.

You grab your phone from your nightstand, padding down the hall to the living room. You hadn’t touched your phone all day as you had left it on silent.

Checking the hidden messages, you ignore the new ones from the men earlier this week to tap on the last text exchange with Colt.

It was from over a week ago, hours before he saw you to break up.

Can we talk later today?

You knew when you got that message. The ending had slowly played out before Colt made it official. You didn’t break down, you didn’t beg. You didn’t jump for joy either. You just listened and let it happen.

With a sigh, Colt’s messages are swiped clean, and seconds later, his number is erased.

Still, you don’t feel devastated. Though a part of you does mourn the end of the relationship, the end of a routine you had gotten too comfortable with. If you two were still together, he’d be over right now, either seated on the couch with his arm over you or having vanilla sex in your bedroom.

It might not have been riveting, but you do miss the company, the complacency. And that’s why it’s for the best that you and Colt are no longer together.

The doorbell chimes as you settle into the couch, phone replaced with the TV remote.

You didn’t make plans with anyone tonight, and it’s a rare occasion to have a visitor arrive unannounced.

Wrenching the door open, your neighbor, Levi, stands with a package in his hand.

His eyes glance down momentarily, and you remember how tiny your PJ shorts are. “Not interrupting your night, am I?”

You shrug, tilting your head. “Nope. I haven’t seen you around in a few days.”

“Was out of town for business. Got back earlier, and thanks to jetlag, I’m just waking up. I stopped by the mailroom before it closed, and this was delivered to my box.”

Perplexed, you take the package with your first name printed on the label. Yet another unexpected surprise.

“I’ll let you get back to your date night.” He motions to turn a heel.

The laugh escapes you before you can stop it, and Levi turns back with a raised brow. “No date night, not anymore. We…broke up.”

Because he lives next door, it made sense that Levi was privy to your relationship, even to a degree, considering you’d have Colt over a lot.

Levi hums, impassive as he usually is. “That’s rough. Sorry to hear.”

Again, your feelings are indifferent. “It’s fine. No hard feelings. No regrets.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah, it was a good relationship, just wasn’t meant to last.”

“At least you know that now. The last thing you want to do is marry someone that wasn’t right for you.”

You fold your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “True. Now I’m back to square one. It’s not so bad though, just different.”

Levi makes a noncommittal sound. “Embrace it. Change won’t kill you.”

You smile sincerely at that. Change feels weird despite the complacency, but the best thing for you to do is to keep trying, to learn what it is that you really want.

It’s the longest exchange you’ve had with Levi, and out of all your neighbors, he’s your favorite. Simply because he was nonchalant, minded his own business, and had this self-assured authenticity to him, an unconventional sort of charm.

“Anyway,” you say, shifting the topic and standing more lax against the door. “Any big Saturday night plans?"

Levi doesn’t blink. “None. After that nap, I’ll be up all night, and my apartment could use some cleaning.”

You hum, musing that you should do the same after such a busy week. However, a different thought enters your mind and you widen the door before you can think it through. “What about some tea? I was going to heat up the kettle."

Maybe deep down, you’re really struggling with being alone, but you wouldn’t have invited him inside if he never dropped by to begin with.

Levi steps forward, waiting for you to clear the way for him. “What kind of tea?”

You smile faintly, shutting the door. “I’ve got a few options. I was thinking chamomile if that’s what you like.”

“No, I prefer black tea.”

You bite back a laugh, looking over your shoulder. “You’re particular, aren’t you?”

Levi blinks at you, an answer in his stare.

While you should be offended by his curt response, you’re not. It’s a reprieve from having to force a personality around someone you barely know, and you appreciate Levi being himself.

“Alright, I’ll make two.”

You wander over to the kitchen island, shaking the package by your ear. “Have a seat. The remote should be on the couch. If there’s anything you want to watch, be my guest.”

“Nothing really to watch on a Saturday,” Levi says, flipping the TV on anyway.

“Yeah, true. I was going to check Netflix for something.” The words trail off, distracted with rummaging through the kitchen. You grab clean mugs, black tea bags, and get the kettle going.

Lastly, you grab a paring knife, curious to open up the package. You don’t remember ordering anything as you scan the label again. Addressed to you, but with Levi’s apartment number.

Cutting into the box, you peel away the excess plastic and your mind goes into orbit.

It’s an anal plug, made of metal with the end molded into the shape of a heart, adorned with a red stone.

The memory floods back before you get a chance to read the note buried in the box.

Before Zeke sent you off the other night, he offered to spoil you (his words, not yours) with a prettier toy, implying he’d like another session with you in the future.

You humored him but froze up when he asked for your apartment number. Thank goodness, Levi didn’t open it.

Shoving it back in the box, along with the unread note, you turn back to the kettle in time.

“So, how often do you travel for business?” you ask, prepping the tea.

Levi looks past his shoulder and then back at the TV. “Once or twice every few months. I wouldn’t mind cutting back on it.”

“Oh? That's not so bad, you get a little vacation.”

“It’s not glamorous when it’s for work. Not every hotel is alike either. A lot of them are fucking filthy.”

You pause, holding back another laugh while you grab honey from the cupboard. Very, very particular.

“Have you ever stayed at The Helos?” You open the fridge for the carton of milk.

“Our company used the conference hall for a day. I haven’t spent the night, but the glamour doesn’t mean shit. It’s in the busiest part of the city, therefore probably one of the dirtiest hotels in the area."

Arranging everything out on a tray, you walk over to join Levi on the couch, and set it down on the coffee table.

You gesture to the mugs. “If you want any extras to add, let me know.”

Levi flits a look at you, and reaches for a mug, ignoring the honey and milk. He takes the string of the tea bag, dipping it a few times in the tea before letting it sink back to the bottom.

You welcome the moment of silence, adding your mixes to your mug, plucking the tea bag out with a spoon, and swirling it together.

Levi takes a tentative sip of his mug. “Not bad.”

You quirk a brow. “Could be better?”

“Could be stronger. I like to steep it for a while.”

“Any stronger and you’d be up all night. Consider it a favor,” you add with a tease.

Levi sips anyways, giving you a sidelong stare. “I don’t expect to fall asleep tonight. But I can find ways to stay busy.”

He licks his lips, and you’re unaware of his steely eyes watching you bring the piping hot mug to your mouth.

Levi clears his throat. “What about you? Been busy since the breakup?”

The tip of your tongue blazes, distracted with the week’s memories replaying in your head. You set the mug down, scoffing lightheartedly. “Yeah, it’s stupid, but I was kind of peer pressured into joining Tinder.”

Levi says nothing, mask unreadable.

You have no problem filling the silence. “Matched with a couple of guys, went on dates, et cetera.” You wave a flippant hand. “It was an experience.”

“That’ll keep anyone busy.” There’s a faint humor to his words. Of course, Levi’s not that much older than you are. You’ve seen him bring a date or two home, you wonder if he’s given Tinder the old college try.

“Have you ever done it?”

Levi’s response is smooth and firm. “No. My colleagues tried to get me on it. It’s a waste of time.”

“Not your thing?”

“Too many idiots online.” He doesn’t mince his words, nor does he falter when he looks at you. “No offense.”

You laugh at his honesty. “There are a lot of characters on the platform.”

“Clowns, you mean.”

Again, you laugh, wholehearted, like before. Everything that comes out of Levi’s mouth is so subtle yet blunt. Witty without trying to be, an edge to his tone that’s wrapped in silk. Now he’s a character, one that you wouldn’t mind getting to know better.

“A few here and there. I liked exploring out of my comfort zone. It’s been so long since I’ve dated, I’m a little out of practice. It was fun dating for the sake of it but…”

You pause, back to ruminating on the breakup. It’s not Colt you miss, it’s something else that you can’t pinpoint at the moment.

“If this is how dating really is, I’m not sure it’s for me anymore. Call me geriatric,” you laugh. “If I wanted anything serious, I won’t find him on my phone. I prefer to meet the old-fashioned way.”

Levi shrugs, the mug ghosting his lips again. “You still can. Anything’s possible.”

You tilt your head, catching him watching you with pointed interest as he takes a sip.

Meanwhile your tea is tepid compared to the warmth spreading along your face and neck, averting your gaze. “Maybe. I suppose I’ll just have to keep my eyes peeled.”

Levi reaches over to set his mug down, leveling you with a serious look. “You could have saved yourself the effort, if you looked hard enough.”

You turn back to him. “I thought that’s what I was…” Your words clip unfinished.

There’s something different about Levi’s eyes. He's hard person to read, but where the rest of his expression is impassive, it’s his eyes that talk. And those eyes flit to your lips, sliding to your neck, and back to your curious gaze.

He doesn’t falter, unfazed to be caught staring at your mouth that’s split open mid-sentence. While subtle, you did notice his eyes linger for a few seconds more on your neck.

You had forgotten about the hickey left behind. By Eren or Zeke, or whoever, you don’t even remember now. Nor do you care, mesmerized with Levi a few centimeters away, a fantasy planting itself in your mind of his lips marking your neck.

“Where else should I have looked?” You can barely hear yourself.

Levi’s eyes never leave yours. He motions closer like he’s dragging himself through time to get to you.

You feel the brush of his fingers against yours as he gently pries the mug from your hand and sets it down.

He’s much closer now, you can see the flecks of dark blue in his grey irises. The night sky peeking through clouds.

Your pulse flares at the hand sliding up your neck. Levi’s thumb gently presses the hickey, clicking his tongue. For a split-second, you’re worried his touch will disappear.

It doesn’t. Fingers crawl up your nape, caressing your scalp while Levi’s thumb strokes the shell of your ear. His warmth fans over your lips as he speaks.

“Now do you know…” His lips ghost yours. “Where you should have looked?”

Your eyes flutter closed, melting into the kiss.

Levi holds the back of your head securely, pressing his weight forward, having you slide from the couch cushion.

You allow him to guide you onto your back, all the while he continues to kiss you gently, swallowing each other’s faint moans.

You caress his sharp jaw, fingers inching to the back of his neck. When they brush against the fresh cut in the back of his skull, Levi growls.

He pulls your face deeper with delicate authority, biting your lower lip. Your head sinks back, gasping into his mouth as his tongue slips in.

Fingers sneak into the back of his hair, tugging lightly, spurring Levi’s own hand to slide down your chest. Through your thin PJ top, he gives your breast a light squeeze, gauging your reaction, and applies more pressure when you respond in favor.

Another moan slips out the same moment he releases your mouth. Lips latch onto your neck, warm breath burning the goosebumps coating your skin, thrusting you into delirium.

You gasp at the teeth grazing your pulse.

“This okay?” Levi breathes, scraping his teeth again.

You nod, puffing out a hum.

“I’m going to mark you,” is the only warning you get before your neck stings with teeth on skin.

You sag into Levi’s touch, though your hand travels to his chest, wrinkling his shirt in your fist.

A humored growl creeps into your ear. Strong hands seize your waist, your legs fall apart, and Levi tugs you closer to his front.

A deep mewl rises in your chest, thighs twitching to meet the bulge in his pants.

Levi's hand wraps behind your nape again to slot his mouth along yours. The other hand works its way up your thigh, lightly scratching at the bare skin.

He revels when you shiver, digging his nails a little deeper but not enough to break skin. “You like that.”

Levi’s name drops from your mouth, weighing with need.

Levi breaks away to pepper your neck with kisses, nipping at the skin. His hand slips under the hem of your shorts, pressing his thumb into the flesh of your thighs. Your body twitches under his pressure and he chuckles.

“Eager for something?”

You whine, breathless.

Understanding your silent pleas, Levi pushes into the skin of your thighs, groaning as you buck against his bulge. “Very eager…”

He pushes back a little to give you some air and your eyes peel open.

A faint smile spreads across Levi’s lips. For someone so indifferent and perpetually unimpressed, it’s an endearing vision, and one that pools warmth between your legs.

Levi’s hand climbs higher, coming into contact with your wet pussy. “Tch. No panties?”

You supply your response with a lidded gaze.

“You’ve made a mess already, brat. I haven’t even touched you there yet.”

He observes you for a moment, checking for any shred of hesitation “Yeah?”

You soak in his expression, heart fluttering at the tender look he’s giving you. Patient and calm, despite the primal need to touch each other deeply.

“Please,” you say before he kisses you again. “Ah…Levi…”

He presses a finger on your clit, rubbing in languid circles, slick dripping onto his fingertips. After one long heated kiss, he draws away, using his free hand to hook into the waistband of your shorts, sliding them off so fast, your vision spins.

Levi’s lowered himself between your legs, lightning flickering behind his grey eyes to be met with your bare, dripping pussy. He flits his gaze to yours, breath hot against your folds. “Beautiful. So messy, so wet…”

Desperate for contact, your body sinks along the couch, but Levi doesn’t touch you there yet. Instead, he says, “Did your boyfriend leave you that dissatisfied? He never saw his girlfriend for the fiend that she really is?”

It’s strange how everyone around you was aware of the disconnect between you and Colt. Friends and strangers seemed to view you two as an odd match, and you were clueless as to why.

“He could never keep up with you,” Levi continues. “I could always tell how bored you looked, how dry your energy was around him, like he was an obligation.”

He takes your hand then, tying your fingers with his in a firm yet delicate grip.

The gesture takes you aback, awakening a need you didn’t realize you had been searching for.

Intimacy.

That’s what you and Colt had lost a long time ago, even when still together.

It’s illuminating. This entire time, your indifference had left you blind to what you truly wanted: feeling safe, feeling seen, feeling connected.

While the sex you had this week was great, no man on Tinder was capable of feeding that need. And it was your neighbor who held the key this entire time.

You squeeze his hand. “Levi…”

He smiles, thumb stroking the back of your hand. “I’m going to take care of my girl.”

The affection fills you like a mouthful of honey, so sweet, so tender, and something to savor.

Slender fingers slide past your folds, and you sigh in bliss. They pump inside of you, slow and experimental. His serenity and pace are very much akin to his personality. Even in the brewing storm of ecstasy, Levi’s patient, playing you like an instrument with an intuitive touch.

“Oh…Levi…” You can’t stop saying his name. Every ounce of your pleasure belongs to him.

“Does my girl like that?”

You bristle, nodding your head.

“And…does my girl like this too?”

Your breath hitches, thigh twitching at the drag of Levi’s tongue along your clit.

A third finger presses into the sensitive spot against your walls, stretching you open, pain mixing with pleasure.

“You like being full, don’t you?” All three fingers curl, tongue swipes against your clit again a few more times.

Biting your lip, you nod, unable to look away from Levi’s gaze. Intoxicated by his tranquility, in no rush to get his own fix, despite the strain in his voice.

“You’re going to cum for me,” he says, the authority is distinct. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you when I make you cum. And you’re going to always remember my touch.”

Your eyes blink, lidded and heavy, taking in a deep inhale.

Levi’s husks. “My girl knows best.”

The nickname is sugar-sweet in your ears, and you shiver.

He works his fingers faster, licking your clit, building up the momentum.

Your hand squeezes around his as you feel the intensity rise.

Levi moves your hand, guiding you to press it flat against your lower stomach. He keeps his hand atop yours, together, applying more pressure there.

Your confusion is surpassed by a sensation you’ve never felt before. “Oh…Levi…it’s—”

Levi swallows, eyes trained on yours, a desperation in his gaze, like he refuses to miss this moment.

Your mouth hangs open wider as your walls clamp around Levi’s fingers, the pressure in your lower belly heightens, heralding the beginnings of a climax.

He breathes your name. “Cum for me.”

He presses both your hands down, while his fingers push something deep inside of you. The combined sensations shatter your resolve.

You cry out as something rushes forth, spraying Levi’s face and fingers, soaking his wrist and shirt. The orgasm flows out of you in a wave of satisfaction that you never knew was possible.

Every inch of your body twitches from the release, every drop of blood in your body running warm, and curling your toes. A kind of pleasure that had been waiting to be roused for so long.

Levi continues to pump his fingers inside of you to ease you back down to earth, as his tongue laps up the mess.

He hasn’t let go of your hand, and you don’t have the heart to let go either.

A beat passes like this, slow and silent, without any pressure to interrupt the moment. You bask in it, the stillness, the quiet, and in Levi’s everlasting attention. And when he resurfaces, mouth and chin shining with moisture, his looks at you.

“So messy.” He smirks, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

A tease hangs off the edge of your lips. “I thought you didn’t like messes.”

“I don’t like filth,” comes his blunt response, but you hear the softness in his tone. “I don’t mind a mess like this. Not when it’s coming from you.”

Sweet and lewd, a beautiful blend that is distinctly your neighbor.

He falls forward, mouth capturing yours in a heated kiss that a renewal of desire simmers. His mouth is hungry, yearning, desperate and you feel the return of his bulge between your legs. Regardless of how spent you feel, you lift your hips up for friction, aching to feel his dick inside of you. He breaks away.

You meet Levi’s eyes and without saying a word, you both work together to undo his belt. He slides his pants and boxers down to his thighs, setting his cock free.

You drink in the sight. Erect, flushed red at the tip, sizeable…your pussy flutters, wanting to be filled. You take the shaft, stroking lightly, peering up.

Levi’s eyes fall shut for a moment, breathing stilted the closer your thumb gets to his tip. Precum drips onto your hand and Levi snatches up your hips and pulls you astride.

With a final look, he lifts you up, sinking you onto his lap.

The pressure is better than you could have imagined, pushing past your sore walls with a pulsing sting that fades when he’s fully sheathed.

“Oh…” he moans. “My girl’s pussy feels like a dream.”

“Levi, please…” you whimper, grinding on his lap. You grin as he clicks his tongue.

A hand smacks your backside.

Levi bares his teeth, reeling you in to meet his eyes. “Be patient, brat, or I’ll leave you like this all night.”

You whine and that gets you another smack to the ass.

Despite the bite in his tone, Levi revels in taunting you. “Don’t think I’m serious? We can stay like this. My dick nestled deep into your pussy that you’ll be dripping all over my lap before I make a move.”

You’d be remiss to say that you don’t enjoy his taunting. If Levi lives to torture, you’d gladly accept. But that doesn’t stop you from begging. “Levi…please. I want you to fuck me.”

You bristle, feeling his dick twitch inside of you. Biting back a moan, you wait with thinly-veiled patience.

But Levi’s composure is slipping too, regardless of his bluff. “Don’t look away. I’m going to fuck you like this.”

Arms wrap around Levi’s neck and hands hook onto the flesh of your thighs.

Levi’s hips buck up, plunging himself in a deep thrust.

He grunts with every snap of his hips, never tearing his gaze from your face, wanting to imprint your expression along his vision.

Every thrust strokes the sensitive spot in your walls, firing every nerve that has you seeing stars.

“Touch yourself for me,” Levi breathes, fucking into you in a steady tempo.

Your eyes are trained on him, bringing your hand to your mouth, wetting your fingertips. As ordered, you don’t look away, catching the clench in his jaw at your lewd display. Lowering your hand, you touch your clit, gasping at the added pleasure.

“Levi…” you moan.

Levi’s licks his lips, thrusts are consistent though they’re becoming shaky. “Fuck…that’s—who’s fucking you.”

“You, Levi.”

Levi’s eyes flit down, watching your fingers rub yourself while his cock splits you open. His gaze crawls back up to meet yours. “I’m going to cum in your pussy. I’m going to make it mine.”

A sharp thrust has you nodding your head furiously. “Yes—please—I want to feel you.”

Silence ensues, but nothing else needs to be said. The exchange of your bodies and sounds are enough to fill the quiet, enough to convey how connected and safe you feel. The first time in ages.

You cum for the second time; fingers tremble from the overstimulation.

Levi’s thrusts lose their rhythm. He grabs onto you tighter, imprints bruising your flesh. A few more sharp snaps of his hips and he cums inside of you, releasing a hearty moan.

The world falls silent again, save for the heavy breathing.

You brush away his bangs clinging to his forehead, aroused to see your neighbor in such a state.

“You okay?” he sighs, eyes finding yours, hand finding your jaw.

You nod, allowing the afterglow to take control. Unable to stop yourself, you lean closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his.

Levi pulls you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder with arms holding you in a protective embrace.

Time passes but you’re not aware of that. Too comfortable, nestling your head against Levi’s neck. You hold him tighter, and he reciprocates, strong arms keeping you close.

Eventually, you slide off of him, inwardly relishing at his seed gushing out of you.

You give him space as he drags his pants back on, but leaves the belt undone.

On wobbly feet, you find your shorts discarded by the tray of tea that has gone cold.

Your shorts fall back to the coffee table, the living room jostling in your vision. “What—?”

Levi pats your bare ass, keeping a secure hold of you over his shoulder. “You don’t need those tonight.” He steps away from the couch, turning around. “I'm just getting started with you."

“Where are we going?” you say.

Levi comes to a still. “Your bedroom. Unless you want me to take you to mine?” He motions to the door. “Of course, our neighbors will get a glimpse of your ass, but if you prefer—”

You squirm, shaking your head. “No, no—my room is perfect!” Although that thought doesn’t bother you either. For now, you pack it away, pleased to spend your evening with Levi.

Spinning a heel, Levi carries you down the hall. “Good answer.” ...

A few months later…

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table. You reach for it, careful not to spill the tea Levi’s prepared for you.

Opening up the new notification, you scoff.

At your side, Levi takes a sip of his mug, curious and nonchalant. “Another dick pic?”

Courtesy of Eren Jaeger.

You had abandoned Tinder a long time ago, having lost interest after getting closer to Levi. It didn’t take you long to delete your profile as you settled in a comfortable new routine with your neighbor.

The connection between you two was gradual. After your break-up, you didn’t want to rush into anything, and Levi was fine with the slower pace. Neither of you were seeing other people, and while you two had yet to label anything, you were practically exclusive.

During the week, he’d drop by for dinner if he wasn’t out of town for business. And on Saturday evenings, you’d be over at his place where he’d make tea, preparing it how you liked.

And of course, the sex never got old. It was phenomenal every time.

Pieck and Ymir were surprised, hardly knowing anything about your neighbor beforehand, but they were happy for you nonetheless, and even got along well with Levi.

You barely gave the ghosts of Tinder’s past enough thought.

You never heard from Porco after that one time. Reiner was back where he lived and sent you a few pictures of his dog before all communication stopped. Connie had invited you to watch his band play and after you told him you were seeing someone, he extended the invite to Levi as well.

Jean also took it in stride, a gentleman to the core. Pieck and Ymir were surprised that you let him go, but the chemistry wasn’t quite there like it was with Levi.

Zeke was a ghost most of the time, only popping in to send you lewd text messages that you had him blocked. Until weeks later, he’d reach out again via a new number.

And then there was Eren, who was just beyond shameless that even Levi found his efforts humorous.

Try-hard, was Levi’s word of choice after you had regaled him with your misadventures on the dating app.

Much like Zeke, Eren would reach out after a period of crickets, and oftentimes with a nude picture. You had ignored him for while, and finally told him you were talking to someone else, to which he gave you an egotistical response.

Sure, let me know when that’s over ;)

“I think I’m going to change my number now.” You delete the message and block him this time.

Levi wraps an arm around you, kissing your temple. “If you want to, go for it. Or if you want, I'll get rid of that brat for you."

You snuggle closer to him, endeared with his integrity even when it's a threat against Eren's life. You really like Levi. “For his sake, I’ll just change my number.”

There’s another buzz and this time it’s Levi’s phone.

You push off as he picks it up and types a quick message. Likely his colleagues. “Is it important?” you say.

Levi sets it back down, taking you in his arm again. “No. Hange asked if I wanted to catch a movie with them and Erwin tonight, and I said I was with my girlfriend.”

Your heart skips a beat, and yet Levi takes a long sip of his tea, eyes on the TV playing.

“I’m your girlfriend?”

Levi shifts to look at you with furrowed brows. “Yeah.” It’s simple and short.

“And you’re my boyfriend,” you supply, hope brightening your voice.

The corner of Levi’s lips curl. “Yeah.”

Since the start, everything was so easy with Levi. Simple and peaceful. Even with a routine, there was no stagnancy. Each day was like a new one with him.

You hadn’t thought of Colt in a while, and whenever he’d creep into your mind, it was with a fondness of a past, you were happy to have moved on from.

Hindsight told you that change would be positive. And hindsight told you that Levi’s right, change won’t kill you.

With nothing else to add, you press against your boyfriend’s side, every part of you fulfilled again. The End ! ◡̈

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moralesluvr · 11 months

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high maintenance gf x earth 42 miles and how he would literally spoil her sm!! and everytime she gets her hair, nails, etc done he always wants to see them #SoCute🤭

take care of my woman ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: earth42!miles morales x black!fem!reader ♡ summary: your boyfriend loves keeping his girl spoiled and happy, and he especially loves to see what he does for you ♡ warnings: one swear! just sum' good ole fluff ♡ a/n: thanks for your request!! we love the softie side of mr morales ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

MILES MORALES DEFINITELY SPOILS YOU. Every chance he can get, he's finding reasons to provide for his girl or finding ways and outlets to get you what you want. On this particular day, you were sitting in a hairstylist's chair after Miles caught you scrolling through different hairstyles on your Pinterest feed.

"You want that one, hermosa?" He had asked you earlier when he saw you save a picture of some goddess braids to your hair inspiration board. You didn't even bother to lie and say no, because you knew he could tell if you were lying, so you just nodded and watched as he sent you three hundred dollars to go and get your hair done. As you stood up and got ready to go, he came up to you and pulled his car keys out his pocket, "Take my whip. I'll see you later, okay? Love you."

Grinning at him, you had kissed him and left his house to go to your favorite hairstylist, Monica, who has never done you dirty in the years she's been doing your hair. You were sitting comfortably in her chair, catching up on the latest neighborhood gossip as your phone charged next to her hair station. She heard it buzz and she tapped your shoulder, "Girl, your man is texting you."

"Hand me the phone, please." You requested, the device getting placed into your palm as you felt Monica start on your next braid. You swiped your phone open and clicked on your boyfriend's text.

from [mi novio <3]: hey amor from [mi novio <3]: what yo hair lookin like? lemme see

You giggled at his message, "Yo, Monica, can you take a picture of the back of my head and send it to Miles?"

Monica snorts, "You do know this big 'ole ponytail ain't finish yet, right? I'm jus' starting the third row."

"Just take it." You urged with a laugh. You heard your stylist snap the picture and click send, and within seconds, your boyfriend was texting you back.

from [mi novio <3]: yikes bae from [mi novio <3]: thats the end product? from [mi novio <3]: u need some more $$ ??

to [mi novio <3]: no u idiot, she ain done yet to [mi novio <3]: i think imma get blonde ends whatchu think?

from [mi novio <3]: get 'em, youll look cute in that

to [mi novio <3]: wait crap i dont have enough money

MI NOVIO <3 HAS SENT YOU $100 DOLLARS.

from [mi novio <3]: here u go ma from [mi novio <3]: txt me when u done from [mi novio <3]: i love u

You grinned at your phone and set it down, slumping back in the chair as you waited for Monica to finish your hair up. You couldn't wait to get home to your boyfriend and show him.

After what seemed like an eternity, your braids were finally finished, dipped, and your scalp had been moussed. You swiped your (more like Miles') card and smiled at Monica, who wished you a good day and slipped a free hair oil in your bag. You made your way outside and quickly drove back to your boyfriend's place, excited to show him your new hairstyles.

You unlocked the door to his crib once you arrived. You saw him sitting on the couch, manspreading with his hands behind his head, watching something on TV that you would probably have little to no interest in. You grinned and squealed when you saw him, plopping down next to him, "Look at my hairrrrr!"

He smiled at you, kissing your cheek, "Lookin' so fine, déjame hacer una foto."

You watch as your boyfriend takes out his phone and takes a picture of your hair, saving it to some folder. You peek over with a smile as you see the name,

my woman and the shit i pay for.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

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my favorite bts fics so far (maknae!line + ot7)

hello lovely readers, i hope all of you are doing great. i really want to share the amazing work and talent that many authors have on this app. as a literature fan and hopeless romantic myself, i made sure to pick out all the fics that i think are beautiful and amazing :) this post includes the maknae line + ot7 fics. i also made a hyung line fic rec post if you want to check it out here heheh :p

disclaimers!!!!:

some of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni), or some heavy themes

this is a pretty long post lmao

all pictures are from pinterest!

once again this is the key for the fics :)

fluff- ♾️

angst- Ω

smut- ☻

crack/humor- ☼

i would sell my liver to read this again for the first time- ¶

Park Jimin

series:

The Promised Iris- @akinnie75 ♾️Ω

''Pair: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slight Angst, Slow Burn, Fantasy, Soulmate AU

Word Count: 20k

Summary: During one rainy summer day at the park, a stranger name Jimin suddenly confesses that he’s in love with you. At first, you thought that Jimin was a stalker, but it turns out that there’s something he’s hiding from you.''

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balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n - @jungshookz ♾️☼ (there are more drabbles for this oneshot lolz)

''pairing: park jimin x reader

genre: balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n au, fluff!!!! the fluffiest fluff!!! idk jimin just really cares about y/n okAY

wordcount: 2.5k''

him after all - @mercurygguk ♾️Ω☻

''➵ summary; a guy you’ve never met before scoops in and saves you from a very embarrassing situation and you can’t help but notice how cute he is.

pairing; jimin x f. reader final word count; 17,176 (sorry y’all) rating; 18+ content; strangers to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut, infidelity, multiple appearances from jjk, oc’s boyfriend being nasty and stupid af''

lover to lean on - @sketchguk ♾️Ω☻

''pairing: neighbor!jimin x florist!reader

➳ genre: neighbor AU, flower shop AU, smut, fluff, angst

➳ wc: 20k

➳ synopsis: for months, you can hear your no face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. you’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course you’re bitterly single. but one day, the apartment is radio silent. and one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. so on valentine’s day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other''

beneath the water - @jungshookz ♾️Ω ☻ ☼¶

''→ pairing: park jimin x reader

→ genre: mermaid!au/fantasy!au, an extra large order of fluff, comedy!!, jungkook being a brat as per usual, a touch of angst, and of course a sprinkling of nsfw

→ wordcount: 20.5k words holy moly''

into the wilderness - @gukyi ♾️Ω ☼

''summary: alright, so last summer’s camp was… disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.

{camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!au}

pairing: park jimin x female reader genre: angst, fluff, comedy word count: 27k''

Kim Taehyung

series:

charade- @ughcore ♾️Ω☻

'' “Why would you help me? What are you gonna get out of this?”

Taehyung looks you up and down, the humour twinkling in his eyes like the fairy lights he helped you hang above the TV. He tucks his hands into his armpits, assessing you for a few more moments that leave your skin hot and itchy.

“It’ll be nice to see you out of those fuzzy slippers for once,”

The double entendre lacing his words is nothing new. The tingles in your stomach, however? Yeah, those are brand new.”

kth / fake dating + roommate au + fuckboy!taehyung

ongoing (35k) ''

maybe i do- @chateautae ♾️Ω☻

''➵ summary : maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳ part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ warnings : swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, mentions of confrontative violence (with other characters, not each other), lots of feels concerning forced marriage, a bad ex (reader’s), mentions of bad sexual experiences with ex (consensual, just bad sex), explicit sexual content, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (chapters have their own warnings!)''

A Story that we paint - @thedefinitionofbts ♾️Ω

''PAIRINGS: Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Kim Taehyung x Reader

GENRE: College Au, Future, Scifi, Slight Fluff and Angst

WORDS: 9K (ch.1)

DESCRIPTION: Butterfly Dream: In which the lines between virtual and reality are blurred.''

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the universe of us. - @taesthetes ♾️Ω ¶

'' “I love you.” — “I know.”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au word count: 21,112 words warnings: none''

you’re so concerned about the ending that you don’t even know the plot- @joonsgalaxy ♾️☼

''° yoongi x reader x taehyung

° 1.9 k words ° fluff/humor

🌟 you bring your broken laptop to Tae—the IT specialist—who you have a crush on. you drag your bff Yoongi along with you, who—you’re certain—has a crush on Tae too. what a mess, right? well, the thing is, you never even considered the possibility of your assumptions being totally wrong.''

stuck with you || [roommate!taehyung] - @jungshookz ♾️☼☻

''❥ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

❥ genre: university!au, enemies-to-lovers, fratboy!tae??, comedy that’ll either make you chuckle out loud or roll your eyes and snoRT or maybe u won’t laugh that’s cool too, domestic fluff because i want to go grocery shopping with tae toO (but also fluff in general!!), smutty smut so make sure to read this with your phone’s brightness lowered all the dang way, hi @ librarian!namjoon!!! fratboy!jungkook is also in here

❥ wordcount: 37k if ur reading this on mobile get rekt

❥ summary: kim taehyung becoming your new roommate is definitely up there on the list of the worst things that have ever happened to you.''

waterloo - @kinktae ♾️Ω☻¶

''Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn’t believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story.

Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love.“

pairing: art prodigy!taehyung x art student!reader word count: 13k genre: FLUFF, angst, light tasteful smut''

falling in crayolove; (kindergartenteacher!taehyung) - @jungshookz ♾️

''✎ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

✎ genre: kindergartenteacher!au, workingman!au, F L U F F, tiny bit of angst at the start :-( but this is literally 98% fluff; y/n and taehyung are like two little kids with little crushes on each other

✎ trigger warning(s): implications of getting an abortion!!

✎ wordcount: 10.5k

✎ summary: y/n is a very single mom and taehyung is a very single kindergarten teacher. emma knows exactly what she needs to do.''

freefall - @jtrbluv ♾️☼☻

''summary: hearing banging noises outside your front door at 11 at night could mean one out of two things. one, you are seconds away from getting chopped up by an axe murderer. two, someone is purposefully being an inconsiderate asshole.

or three, a fratboy from delta phi who goes by the name of kim taehyung faceplants in front of your door amidst a high-stakes game of… hide and seek?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, smut (pretty tame tbh! cuz it’s my first time eek), comedy, college!au, fratboy!au

word count: 10k

warnings: RATED 18+, grinding, dryhumping, palming, mentions of drugs and alcohol (yk regular frat shit), swearing, taehyung is a gentleman fr tho my gawd with a big co-''

farmer boy, i love you - @strawberrynamjoon ♾️☼☻

''– Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

– Genre: farming!au, lowkey e2l, smut, humor & tons of nagging

– Word count: 35k

– Summary: Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

– Warnings: includes smut, alcohol and mentions death of a father''

The Crown That Is Ours - @taeshobipop ♾️Ω☻

''pairing: Taehyung x Reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut, royalty!au, arranged marriage!au, crown prince!th, princess!reader, idiots to lovers

summary: You never wished for it, but it was inevitable — an arranged marriage to a royal stranger. The Crown Prince Kim Taehyung.

A year into your marriage and life still holds you firmly in its grip. How do you plan to steer through this mess when the public suddenly comes knocking at your door, pitchforks and torches in hand, threatening: “death to all who commit fraud!”

rating: 18+ sexual content.''

Rent-a-Boyfriend - @jimlingss ♾️

''Words: 12k

Genre: Extreme fluff for all you bitter people out there (me being included)

Are YOU lonely? Need someone to cuddle at night? Do you want love?

If you said 'yes' to any of the questions previously mentioned then we have a service for you!

Don't be alone for this Valentine's Day!

Come Rent-a-Boyfriend!™

(terms and conditions may apply. we are not responsible for any emotional or sentimental damages. please take caution with rent-a-boyfriend). ''

Jeon Jungkook

series:

new girl - @jjkeverlast ♾️☼☻¶

''☞ summary after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong? – inspired by the FOX series New Girl.

☞ pairing jeon jungkook x female reader

☞ genre roommates!au, roommates to lovers, romantic comedy

☞ status completed!

☞ rated mature (+18)''

Her - @jungk0oksthighs ♾️Ω☻

''bestfriend!jungkook, tattooist!jungkook, F2L, fluff, smut, angst

“And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay – I’ll always be here for you.” ''

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like stars in a constellation - @taegills ♾️Ω ¶

''↬ meeting in reverse au

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader

genre: slight sci-fi, fluff, angst

word count: 20.9k

summary: And at midnight, as you sit there and contemplate how the two of you were like stars in a constellation, you watch the sky with bated breath. Because somehow, for the first time since you got caught up in all of this a year ago, it almost seems like the stars are finally spiraling backwards and time feels a little more still than ever before. And when you hear your name, you turn around so fast that the world stops spinning''

the universe of us. - @taesthetes ♾️Ω ¶

'' “I love you.” — “I know.”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au word count: 21,112 words warnings: none''

tangled webs - @ughseoks ♾️Ω

''— pairing; spiderman!jungkook x reader

— genre/au; soulmate au / spiderman au / angst, fluff

— rating; pg15

— word count; 14.1k

— summary; Soulmates are tricky thing. Not everyone is lucky enough to have their destinies intertwined with their missing piece. Signs come in dreams for those fortunate souls; short bursts that are barely memorable when the sun rises. As for you? Flashes of red and blue are your only indicators to the identity of your other half.''

Hopping Mad for You - @readyplayerhobi ♾️☻

''; Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, smut

; Word Count: 9.7k

; Warnings: Unprotected sex, handjob, blowjob, virgin sex, virgin!Jungkook, pretty sub!Jungkook

; Synopsis: For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little…unusual.''

Devoted to Trouble - @jeonsweetpea ♾️Ω ☻ ☼

''Spider-Man!AU | Peter Parker!Jungkook x Reader

genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst rating: explicit description: In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world? word count: 11.5k''

The Love Plaza - @mayolive-writes ♾️☻ ☼

''Pairing: Jungkook x AFAB Reader

Summary: Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Wordcount: 4102

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Smut, Best Friends to lovers, Oneshot(?)''

the underwear thief - @gukyi ♾️☻

''summary: jeon jungkook would like to make one thing very clear: it’s not his fault.

{neighbors!au}

pairing: jungkook x female reader word count: 10k genre: fluff, smut''

1999 - @tattookoo ♾️Ω ☻ ☼

''summary: the year was 1999. boybands were wearing all-white outfits, everybody wanted an ibook or a tamagotchi, tlc didn’t want no scrubs, fight club was playing in movie theaters and you became jeon jungkook’s fake girlfriend in order to fix his reputation.

pairing: campus royalty!jungkook x f reader

genre: one shot, 90s au, college au, hockey au, childhood neighbors to friends to idiots to lovers, fake dating, fluff, crack, angst, smut rating: 18+

word count: 17.9k''

tuesdays - @axialitae ♾️Ω

''tldr. you believe your very reserved, reclusive roommate jungkook is a peculiar boy who’s far too concerned with how you spend your tuesdays.

💭 prompt. “i don’t owe you an explanation.”

🤍 pairing. jungkook x f.reader.

🐻‍❄️ genre. non-idol au. pure domestic fluff. tiny angst. roomies + kinda dumb-dumbs to luvrs.

☁️ word count. 12.1k''

Tamped - @chimoona ♾️Ω ☻ ☼

''Pairing: Shop Owner!Reader x Barista!Jungkook/Switch!Jungkook/Baby Boy!Koo, Reader x Dom!Yoongi (for, like, a second) Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor, Slow Burn, Mild Angst/Jealousy | Barista AU Word Count: 19.7K Rating: M (18+) Summary: You and your business partner/best friend Jin have struggled to find good help to run your coffee shop. Employee after employee, it just never worked out. However, Jungkook is determined to impress and deliver. He wants this more than ever, and it always feels good to want something. To need, well, that’s even better.''

(Right) Hook, Line, and Sinker - @blog-name-idk ♾️☻ ☼

''Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your horrible friends trick you into going to a haunted corn maze, where you inadvertently punch a zombie. Jungkook is, of course, in love.

Word Count: 12,353''

OT7

series:

The Return of an Empress - @you-are-my-joy ♾️Ω ☻ ☼¶

''Status: Completed

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Isekai, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut

Characters: Empress!Reader, Advisor!Jin, Advisor!Yoongi, General!Hoseok, Advisor!Namjoon, Assassin!Jimin, Knight!Taehyung, Knight!Jungkook

Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.

Warning: May contain depictions of violence and mentions of abuse throughout the story.

Total Word Count: 280,808''

mother knows best - @seokth ♾️☼ ¶

''pairing | ot7 x female reader (platonic), ot7 moms & female reader

summary | being the only woman in a friend group with seven men automatically makes you the love interest in seven mothers’ wistful romantic stories. though your relationship with the guys remains completely platonic, the marriage fantasy their moms frequently project onto you and their sons has them coming up with all sorts of shenanigans to make you their daughter-in-law. mother knows best, you suppose.

warnings | overbearing moms, attempts at humor, platonic, slice of life au''

The Flower Path - @stellalunatmblr ♾️Ω ¶

''Genre/Tags: isekai (kinda?), bangtan x fem!reader, not poly, oc!bestfriend, surprise romantic pairings; rom-com (romance as a subplot), slow burn (the slowest of burns holy moly i cannot stress this enough), fluff, angst (will update tags along the way)

Status: Ongoing [HOLD]

Summary: What would you feel if you find yourself transported to the world of a cheesy web novel? Ecstatic, of course (well, among other things), except you’re stuck being the main character’s best friend slash sidekick. Fair enough, you don’t think you’re main character material anyway. Determined to get through your life that has changed all of a sudden, you try to keep yourself in the shadows of your “best friend.” Let’s just try to get through the last year of high school in peace. You thought it was gonna be easy – like a walk in a flower path– but the thing about walking that road is that there are bound to be thorns along the way.

Inspired by the web novel and manhwa: Inso’s Law''

operation: love letters - @ve1vetyoongi ♾️Ω ¶

''Sign up for the Love Calculator today to find your perfect match?

➤ YES | NO

♡ …L O A D I N G…Y O U R…M A T C H E S… ♡

♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.

♡ ⇢ wordcount: est 30k total.

♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.

♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!''

The Galaxy Above Us - @agustdakasuga ♾️Ω

''Genre: Gods!AU, Fantasy, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, God of Wisdom!Namjoon, God of Life!Seokjin, God of the Moon!Yoongi, God of Festivity!Hoseok, God of the Sun!Jimin, God of Nature!Taehyung, God of Arts!Jungkook

Summary: Just when you thought that you life was at its end, you were ready to disappear but a door appears in front of you. Above you was the milky way and awaiting you were the celestial beings that waited their whole lives for you. To show the galaxy that was made for you.''

Everything Falls (Into Place) - @blog-name-idk ♾️☻ ☼

''Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 90,211

Rating: 18+''

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until the last star falls - @minniepetals ♾️Ω ¶

''— summary: it was a love you knew would never make it out alive without sacrificing a part of your happiness to receive a greater happiness. but for them, you’d go to any extreme to have them again, and for you, they will always remind you each day that you are theirs and that nothing can tear you apart, not even until the last star falls.

— pairing: underworld lords!bts × shield!reader

— genre: fluff, angst / reincarnation!au / poly!au / gods!au

— word count: 44.4k ”

Spooked - @alpacaparkaseok ♾️☼

''Pairing:best friend!BTS, maybe some secret crushes going on? 👀

Premise: You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong?

So, so much.

Word Count: 4k''

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༺ ♱✮♱ ¨:·Something Stupid- Chapter 2·:¨ ♱✮♱ ༻

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you all for the positive comments on Chapter 1 of Something Stupid. Chapter 2 is a long one, and I will only say one thing: Y/N is MOTHER fr.

I will also start a taglist for this fanfiction, so if you want in, just send an ask! [please note to not send it in as anonymous]

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“So, what are we going to do about Heaven’s killing of demons?” Emily sits opposite you on the porch. You motion for her to have some cake.

It has been a few days since that ordeal, and you plan on seeing Charlie and her… residents soon enough.

You’ve found that you have taken Emily under your wing, for the sole fact that the both of you have been left in the dark of this utter madness.

You have always seen her as a lovely girl, and now, as you guys got to know each other better, you now see Emily as your own.

“To be honest, I’m not quite sure. I do know that I will go down and help them out for sure at some point,” you rim the teacup with your fingers.

“Oh! Can I join?”

“I wish you could, but I’m not sure if Sera would appreciate that,”

Emily’s eyes darken at the mention of the Seraphim.

“Yeah well… I don’t appreciate how she kept this secret from me for God knows how long,”

“I know, and I feel the same way, but to be honest, I haven’t officially been to Hell, and I don’t know what it’s like when it’s not in rack and ruin. I want to see how it is normally like,” you take a sip of your tea.

You let the silence hang for a couple of seconds before asking,

“Well, what do you think?”

“Sorry, what do you mean?” Emily looks at you inquiringly.

“Like, what is your opinion on this hotel Charlie is working on? Do you think it will work?”

“It does work,”

“Well I think- wait what?” You look at her, prying for more.

“Uh well, it’s just an immensely probable hypothesis I have,” Emily continues.

“Sera and I were just talking, or rather, looking at each other awkwardly in silence…,” she trails off, irritating you slightly.

“And?”

“Well, a random snake guy sorta dropped in asking where he was because it wasn’t Hell and that he misses his “egg bois?” And Sera said for me to not to tell a soul, but obviously that didn’t age well-,”

“Wait a minute,” You did a mental overview of this information.

You did remember someone sacrificing their life in the maelstrom of the Extermination. What was his name again? You couldn’t really place it. Sir something or other.

“I’ll look into it and update you if I find anything,” you say as you make a mental note to do as such.

“Okay but please don’t tell Sera. She will actually blow up if anything gets out-”

“Don’t worry, you can trust me Emi,” you look at the dregs of tea leaves in your cup, and leave it on the countertop.

“I’m afraid you have to go now, I have a function of sorts to attend to today,”

“Oh yeah, no problem!”

“Also, Emily?”

“Yeah?” The seraphim stands from her seat and quickly wipes her face, caked in crumbs.

“Thank you for telling me this. Here, take some more cake if you’d like and you can leave when you’re ready,”

“Really? Thanks!”

You smile and go into your house and up the stairs.

Things are going to get interesting indeed.

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You take a deep breath and search around for something, anything, as a token for goodwill.

On your windowsill, lays a box that has been collecting dust since forever.

Uncertain, you open it and you see an abundance of sweets, and you remember that this is from when your parents introduced you to Adam.

He gave you these clearly as a show of courtship, and you accepted it as a sign of respect.

Adam… He’s quite the person.

He has the humour of a 12 year old but he’s great to have a laugh with once in a while.

He isn’t the one for you though.

You told your parents as such, that you guys weren’t compatible in the slightest, and that being friends was probably how deep your relationship could go.

Unfortunately, they were too blinded by the prospect of money and endless possibilities to hear you out.

Yeah, they’re those kind of parents.

Before you pine the day away, you place the box in the comfort of your tote bag, and open a portal with the tips of your fingers.

As the portal opens, an unpleasant stench wafts through to your room, holding you back from going into Hell.

You take a deep breath, swallow your anxiety and pass through the portal, which closes behind you.

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“Now, where would that hotel be?” You wonder as you wander through the gruesome streets of hell, keeping your eyes peeled for any hotel of sorts. Charlie’s personality is… explosive, so her hotel would be hard to miss.

“Uhm excuse me, ma’am do you perhaps know where a hotel may be?” You tap a passerby’s shoulder.

“How should I know bitch?” The person turns to face you. Or faces considering the fact it literally has two heads.

“Please apologise for my sister, though I believe there’s a hotel just down the path. Follow your nose, you can’t miss it!” The head that was more pushed off to the side pipes up.

“Oh alright, er, thank you?” You say your thanks as you walk down the street and sure enough, you find a hotel, decorated with blue hues, and erotic retro signs on the front.

It was so… unlike Charlie.

You’re uncertain, but give the place the benefit of the doubt.

“Maybe she’s just making the hotel seem more catered to her civilians?” You hold onto that thought as you enter the double doors.

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Okay, maybe you should've been more doubtful.

The lobby was filled with demons conversing, laughing and brawling, though most sinners were drinking and being lustful with each other.

You pave your way to the bar and drum your fingers against the countertop, hoping to find a familiar face.

Two brawly sinners take a seat on either side of you.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” the demon on your left places his rough hand on your shoulder.

“Do you want to… hang out with us?” The other grazes his claws against your thigh.

“Oh, thanks for your kind offer but I really gotta…” you motion to the exit.

“Nonsense, nonsense, you seem like you could clear up your schedule,” Sinner no.1 moves his hand to your back, tugging at your wings, letting out a small squeak from you.

You’re absolutely frozen, the two demons oogling and grabbing at things they really really shouldn’t.

“Alright, pack it up, funs over fellas,” A vaguely familiar voice emits from behind you.

You turn around to have an angry looking spider demon glaring at the perpetrators.

“Aw Angel, why ruin our fun? You could join too, you know. We’ll make it worth your while,”

“Thanks but no thanks,” He replies, without missing a beat. He drags you by the arm out of the “hotel”

“Okay so, why the fuck are you down here?” The arachnid gives you a once over.

“Well, I er, you,” Why did you become a stuttering mess all of a sudden?! You take a moment to recalibrate yourself.

“I wanted to check up on the hotel, and see how you guys are doing. I thought this was it and-”

You were interrupted from his laughter.

“Dollface, you just entered a sex club,” He says through wheezes.

“Whoever told you that was a hotel was clearly messing with you,”

“Why would-,” you backtrack yourself. Of course. This is Hell, of course people are going to either fuck you, or fuck you up.

You sigh.

“Can you atleast bring me to the hotel? Please? I have, er sweets?” You show the box as a pathetic attempt at not being abandoned in the streets.

A drabbling pause.

“Fine, but keep up,”

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You almost let out a cry of relief as you enter the lobby.

This, was Charlie.

A bar was decoratively put in one corner, bestowed with a (cat?) demon accompanying it, doing some sort of bartending duties.

“Well, this is it. I guess I should get Charlie for you, Dollface,” the nameless spider goes to the elevator.

“Wait!” You extend your hand in a sense of urgency.

“Thank you, er….,” you trail off; you evidently don’t know their name.

“Angel,”

“Huh?”

“My name’s Angel. Angel Dust,” Angel Dust takes your hand and shakes it with one of his.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N,” you add, as a certain Princess descends from the staircase, with a certain King following suit. They both look a bit scruffy, but Charlie’s eyes light up when she sees you.

“Y/N! Hi!” You slightly flinch when Charlie gives you a massive hug, though you return it.

“What have you been up to sugar? Seems like you’ve gotten back on your feet!” Out of the corner of your eye, Lucifer is observing you from the stairwell, making you quite antsy indeed.

“Well, as best as we can be in the current situation, with Sir Pentious and all,” Charlie pulls away playing with her hair, a sentimental expression floods her eyes.

“We held a funeral for him just a couple days before you came and I hope it wouldn’t be too much to ask of you if you-,”

“I’d love to see him,” You answer plainly.

“Great! Follow me,” The princess leads you into the garden. You quickly take a glance behind you, and Lucifer’s watchful gaze is still on you.

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The garden really is… something.

It’s quite depressing, but you can’t really blame anyone. After all, how can anyone expect a garden to look anything above moribound when it inhabits a land of infernal blaze.

“Well, er, here it is,” Charlie introduces you to the grave intimately made, capturing what the snake demon looked like, the engravings properly detailing his teeth and his many eyes. Around the tomb, lit candles circled around it, along with some miscellaneous items, almost like an altar.

The sight of it makes you feel a twinge of maudlin.

You hear a sniffle from your side.

“Charlie?” A tear drops from her face.

“Oh darling, it’s okay. He died for a good cause,” you now bring her into your deep embrace.

“It’s- it’s not that,” Charlie mumbles through your shoulder.

“Sometimes I wonder if this hotel would even work. I’m tired, Y/N, Sir Pentious was our first, and only genuine patron. And now he’s gone,” her voice cracks, breaking your heart.

You want to tell her that it does work, but you don’t have concrete proof. Bringing her hopes up for the slim chance for nothing would actually break her. So you decide against telling her what Emily told you.

You stay silent, and so does she, though it isn’t awkward.

You break the silence nonetheless.

“You know, at least you have 2 people from Heaven on your side. Emily,” you point towards the sky.

“And me,” you point to yourself.

“That takes a lot of work, you know, going up to face the Seraphim herself. You’re making progress, the only thing I ask of you is to keep going, alright? I will try snoop around to help in any way possible,”

“Oh no, you don’t need to do that. Coming down to visit us is more than I can ask for,” Charlie rubs her eyes dry, though a tear stain stays on her cheek.

“Nonsense.Anyway, Emily is sure to help me, so it’s not like I’m doing it alone,”

For good measure, you add,

“By the way, did you know you and Emily have so much in common? What?It’s so uncanny!”

That earned you a giggle from Charlie.

“Thanks for cheering me up, I really needed that,” She recollects herself and pats herself down.

“Well, let’s head inside and I’ll introduce you to the others, shall I?”

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“Well, this has been lovely, meeting all of you, but unfortunately I would have to leave for now” You smile at all the hotel’s residents.

The Radio Demon, Alastor shakes your hand.

“Farewell, new friend. I am sure that our newfound relationship will be a fruitful and pleasant one indeed,” the voice overlayed with a radio static is jarring, though you look past it, with an acknowledging nod.

“The feeling’s mutual. See you all soon?” You make your grand exit.

As you exit the building into the humid evening of Hell, you open a portal once more to your home realm, when someone stops you.

“Uh hey, Y/N?”

You turn around, to have the King of Hell himself, looking quite anxious, not quite meeting your eyes.

“Lucifer! Is there something you need?” You keep the hostility out of your voice. While you were mingling with the other residents, Lucifer was sulking in the corner, and mumbled short and dismissive replies each and every time you tried to strike conversation with him.

“No, not really,” he pauses.

“Thank you for taking Charlie under your wing, and not treating her like she’s scum under your feet,”

“It’s really really not a problem. Just basic respect, you know? You must be proud having a child like her,”

He chuckles in agreement.

“Well, you probably have to be going now, but I hope we can try and get to know each other in future?”

You were kind of taken aback by Lucifer’s attempt at extending an olive branch, but you say,

“Of course. Oh and before I forget,” you produce the sweet box from your bag.

“Here, for you and the rest,”

Lucifer flushes slightly at your kind gesture. The look in his eyes is as though something sparked in him, as though a fire has been rekindled after many years from being dormant as he holds the sweet box loosely in his hand, like he will drop it at any moment.

“See you soon?” You say, in between the two worlds.

“Gladly,”

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vampykween · 5 months

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Is it terrible that I want to see more of toxic husband ghost?? 🙈🙈🙈 Not divorced, but maybe just watching his wife with their kids, or coming home to a warm meal, or seeing her in the bath relaxing and realizing he has a nice life, he just hasn't let himself be open to it 🙈🙈🙈🙈

tw: vague but brief mentions of miscarriage absolutely no judgment anon we all like what we like! i will give you a taste of simon and reader before things went to shit hehe ☻ this turned out way sadder than i planned i'm so sorry omg i just cant help it, it's what i do best.

you couldn't believe what you were seeing, tears welled in your eyes as you scanned over the pregnancy tests lined up on your bathroom counter. pregnant. two stark lines visible on each one. you momentarily considered keeping the news to yourself, but you just couldn't wait to tell your husband. you yell out for him from your spot in the bathroom, too in shock to leave; as if they'll suddenly disappear if you glance away from them even for just a moment. the thundering sound of your husband rushing up the stairs into your bedroom breaks you from your reverie, and when he finds you in the bathroom all you do is turn to him and smile widely.

simon steps slowly towards you, his eyes flitting rapidly between your face and the tests on the counter. "baby..." like a dam breaking, tears stream down your face as simon pulls you into his arms. "is this real, like really real this time?" the older man's question pricks at the bubble of joy in your chest. you’re sure he meant no harm with his question, but you're brought back into your reality. you two couldn't get your hopes up again, at least not too much.

"it's real si, i swear. am i stupid for being so happy? i know i should wait until we go to the doctor and have foolproof confirmation, but-"

your husband trails a hand to your jaw and tips your head so you're looking up at him. "you're not stupid for being happy, 'specially not over this. after all the heartbreak we've experienced, we deserve a little happiness."you know he's right, but you're not sure if you can handle waking up in the middle of the night writhing in pain, only to come back home with a piece of you missing. the calloused pad of simon's finger smooths over the wrinkle between your eyebrows.

"whatever happens, we'll survive it because we have each other.

"i cant believe this little blob is our baby," you laugh out with a shine of tears in your eyes. the two of you are walking back to the car after your first ultrasound appointment and it feels like everything is falling beautifully in place. you let out an embarrassingly loud squeal as simon picks you up and spins you around gleefully. when he finally puts you down, he pulls you into his chest and nuzzles his head into your hair.

"i can't believe i get to have this life with you, baby. i am an irredeemable man and probably don't deserve you or our baby, but i promise i'll do everything to prove that i do."

looking back on that fateful day, you understand why they say to believe a man when he says he doesn't deserve you because they will always prove that they don't.

#mic answers #toxichusband!simon #toxichusband!ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley angst #tw: vague mentions of miscarriage #-queued post

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that-kid-fromtheplayground · 1 year

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🄸'🄼... 🄹🅄🅂🅃 🄶🄰🅁🄱🄰🄶🄴... ¿🅁🄸🄶🄷🅃?

𝚃𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝

Everyone in the Total Drama Island show knew how you were, calm, kind and caring and... lovely, yet they kept pushing you around and literally not giving you a second of peace.

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—Hey Lindsay! Want to see this thing I found?— you asked excitedly, hiding something behind your back, the apologetic smile she gave you made your own one drop for a pair of seconds until it came back a little shakier than before.

—um- sorry Y/N, not right now, maybe later!— she apologised, before running to find Heather with a big smile on her face, you looked in shame at the pretty flower you found and let it fall to the ground with a sigh, letting yourself look sad for a second or two only to smile brightly again, as if nothing happened.

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—Hello Courtney! How’s it going?— you asked with a sweet smile when you saw the brunette girl outing her cabin, she didn’t even bothered to answer with anything other that a huff as she entered her cabin again while closing the door with a loud thud.

<<She must be stressed or smth...>> you thought as a way to cheer yourself up, and changed that droopy expression for your usual bright smile, wich you are starting to think it’s a little stained...

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—Hey Y/N! Come over here!!— you heard Duncan say from the distance, you tried not to show the excitement in your eyes as you nearly dropped your breakfast plate on the table to run to the boy.

Anyways, a cold bouquet of water fell on you from the ceiling, wetting your hair, skin and clothes in an instant as the little ice cubes felt like bullets when they hit your head. You smiled a little pained and gave a thumbs up to everyone who was looking, before “laughing” (kinda bittersweetly tho) at the “joke” thrown at you not even wanting to finish your first meal of the day anymore.

—heh, good one Duncan!!— you said through your teeth, wanting to burst into tears but having to hold onto the “good, sweet and never-hurted caring girl” steriotype that everyone seemed to have gifted you with

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You wanted to talk to someone, oh you wanted to get rid of these horrible feelings that made your chest heavy. You’ve set your destiny on Gwen, knowing she would not laugh at you or anything like that, If anything she may not know how to help you but she’ll listen.

But when you finally found her, in the bathroom, crying, you knew she must’ve been going through so much that you didn’t feel in the right to ask her to listen to you and comfort you no more, so you put on your brightest smile and sat next to her, took her hands in yours and encouraged her to tell you what was troubling her, deciding to keep your feelings to yourself for a bit more of time.

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And then, a few hours later you were running from Heather, who wanted to hit you with a stick because you accidentally tripped over your feet and dropped your wattle bottle on her.

—COME BACK HERE YOU STUPID DICKHEAD- UGH!!!— she shouted, throwing the huge and thick wooden stick at you, and you felt your senses go numb for a pair of seconds when that thing hit you in the back of your head.

The boys laughed. They FUCKING laughed. At you. AT YOUR PAIN. And you couldn’t help but hide the tears and swallow the lump in your throat having no other option but to smile widely (and falsely too) and get yourself up from the ground while pretending that you didn’t feel the bleeding running down your knees and the pain in the back of your head.

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You were just casually walking by, feeling the events of these last days rubbing off on your happy persona, and you started to think that you were real trash because nobody liked you, maybe Gwen... (but just because you listened to her thoughts), Lindsay (because she likes everyone) or Beth (because she is nice and treats you with respect) but you were sure that anyone asides from them would ever come to like you basing off their behaviors when it came to you.

And then you bumped on someone, thing that got you out of your thoughts as you tried your best to steady yourself and the person you bumped to. When you looked up you discovered you’ve just bumped into Trent, who was with Cody and Geoff talking, and I say was because now they were looking at you.

—I- I’m sorry Trent, I was daydreaming about a bunch of good food, the food here is horrible lmao— you joked, putting on the best of your fake smiles.

—Oh, yeah, don’t worry...— he said while smiling kinda awkardly, you got the hint that he wasn’t that fond of you being there and turned to leave, but were stopped by Geoff taking your arm.

—Your hair is- Idk how to say this but it looks like shit... would you like any help to make it look better?— he said, while Cody nodded excitedly, surely because he was desperate for some female interaction.

—Nu-uh, but thanks!— you said, freeing your arm from Geoff’s grip in a kinda more aggressive way than intentioned, but when you acompplished you turned your back to them and started fast-walking to your cavin.

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Now, two days since the last scene, you’re sitting by the lake, hugging your knees to your chest while looking at nowhere in specifical, while everyone’s at the Hall, having lunch. You’ve been sitting there, hidden by some big ass leafs, since yesterday night, and were sure that nobody had noticed your absence. And well, you weren’t right, everyone was dead worried because you were nowhere to be seen and nobody knew where you were.

Well, actually, a person did knew where, because he had eyes in every imaginable place. And so, not much later the lunch break ended, you heard shifting behind you, and as you recognised Chris inbetween the weed, you hugged your knees even closer to your chest, wanting to hide yourself, and you closed your eyes shut.

However, he ends up finding you anyways, because he is Chris McLean and you are one of his campers (and one of his money makers too).

—Y/N?? What the hell! You do know how worried sick everyone is about you, right??— he says in a huff when you finally end up entering his visual camp.

However, when you don’t respond with your usual cheerfulness and just try and make yourself a little ball even more his attitude changes a bit.

—Um... you ‘kay there kid?— he asks, going out of his usually cocky persona while walking closer to your figure until being right behind you —Still no answer uh?— he says when the silence overcomes the ambient for a good pair of seconds.

You can hear shifting behind your own body and before you know it, Chris McLean, the host of this sick ass program you’re in, is now sitting right by your side and putting a hand on your shoulder shaking it lightly.

—Aw c’mon! Tell ol’ uncle Chris about it!— he jokingly pleads, finally getting you to get your head out of your knees and look at him with oh boy, those before filled with happiness eyes now full of tears.

—I-It’s- I- Everyone hates me- — you manage to choke out, the tears finally streaming down your cheeks while you looked at the black-haired adult with serious sadness in your expression, Chris’ eyes went wide.

—Wha-? Haven’t you heard me before??? They’re all worried sick about you!!— he exclaimed while taking his hand off your shoulder due to the shock of your words, and that only made you sob even more.

—I would be worried sick about Ezekiel too even If I hate him, Chris! They do hate me!!— you screamed, now your mascara from yesterday finally ruining itself because of your salty tears.

—Hey- Hey! Don’t say that! I’m sure they don’t!— The adult panicked, looking at you with eyes full of pity.

—I’ll say it again even! They do hate me!! They pull bad pranks on me! They threaten to hit me with a stick! They close their doors at my face just because I say “Hello”! They remind me how shitty I look!! THEY DO HATE ME CHRIS!!!— you exploded, turning yourself to face him completely while so and weakly punching his chest as a way to "prove” your points.

—Hey, calm down kid!— he tried to steady your trembling body by the shoulders, looking scared, he has never been in this kind of situation because he certainly hasn’t cared for another’s human feelings in oh so long, but you don’t calm down and continue crying-screaming all the bad things that haunt you.

—They prefer the villian over me! They pushed me off the cliff because I wanted to not jump! They made comments over how I act and they imitated me just to make fun of me! Heather made a cut on my arm with her kitchen knife because I accidentally touched her hair! They always treat me as garbage and you want me to think they don’t hate me???— You practically screamed your lungs out with your eyes firmly closed, and now that you were finished you were panting and breathing erratically while the tears wouldn’t stop falling from your eyes.

—Okay, Enough here kid!!- I’m the host! You don’t get to talk to me like tha-AAAAT!— he was a little pissed at your attitude and was ready to scold you but suddenly he felt how you threw yourself at him, making him fall on his back while you desperately hugged him as If your life depended on it.

He looked at you highly shocked, but seeing how you were on top of him and you were a pretty grown up teenager and realizing that he didn’t have too much opportunities of getting you off him he opted for huffing and hugging you back in a tight embrace while you got his T-Shirt wet with thousands of tears.

At some point, Chris truly felt sorry for your shivering presence in between his arms, he sure didn’t care that much about his campers and you could see that If you looked at the challenges he set up for all the teenagers in that island to play, but he indeed felt sorry that you, a 16 y/o teenager had to pass through this much. Aaaaaand this type of scenes would be a great way of making the others feel bad and make them do some things, also this would be great blackmail material to be usen on you but you were so vulnerable and fragile right now in between his strong arms that he decided against it (to his much surprise).

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After a huge while of crying in the comfort of the adult’s arms you fell asleep, giving Chris the chance to sigh in sorry (for you) and relief from finally being free from your strong grip and slowly rolled you until you were no more on top of him, and so he got up, took of his T-Shirt and tucked you in it, as a way to keep you warm, a few seconds later he carried your sleeping body bridal style to the common Hall, in which all teenagers were panicking because now Chris was gone too.

He opened the Common Hall doors with a kick and a frown with your body still safely being held in his arms and let the teenagers (+Chef) look at him wide eyed at the sight of your tear (and mascara) strained cheeks and the highly unusual frown in Chris’ face.

—Campers. We’ve got to talk.— was all that he said while Chef came to him to take your sleeping body from his arms so he could have total mobility.

And while Chef took your body with a kinda bothered expression because Chris made him do the work again and muttering something about that kids being dead or smth like that, the shout that the TV Host let emerge from the very back of his throat resounded throughout the entire camp.

—WHAT. THE. FUCK. MADE Y’ALL NOT THINK THAT TREATING A PERSON LIKE GARBAGE COULD MADE THEM MISERABLE????—

—Chris- you- you are without T-Shirt ya kno- —

—I FUCKING KNOW LINDSAY. I FUCKING KNOW!! NOW LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHITS-

DO YOU KNOW THROUGH HOW MUCH OF SCREAMING MY BEAUTIFUL TV HOST EARS HAVE HAD TO GO THROUGH 2 FUCKING HOURS THANKS TO YOU????—

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A/N -> Should I make a part two? Tell me yes or no through ask box or comments I don’t rlly care where lmao.

Anyways, sorry If anyone is ooc because I’m like at the 7th episode of the first season so...💀👍

#drama total #total drama #total drama island #total drama island x reader #tdi x reader #duncan x reader #courtney x readder #lindsay x reader #cody x reader #noah x reader #geoff x reader #chris x reader #chris mclean x reader

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prettybrunette3 · 4 months

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National Anthem ♡ (pt. 2)

hello everybody! this is part two of my very first fic ever! thank you all for all the love. i hope you enjoy ☻

warnings: toxic snow, suggestiveness (not smut!), fem!reader x young!coriolanus snow, use of Y/N, annnnd that's it for this chapter!

i still have another chapter to post, but i am pretty sure that will be the last one!

enjoy!

The day of the gala was, well, completely frantic. You saw your father for the first time out of his office in a long time, hurriedly grabbing some breakfast before heading to his fitting. Your fitting was soon, so you scarfed down a bagel your cook had made, as well as a small cup of coffee before heading upstairs.

As the President’s family, you had unlimited private helpers in every field. Your seamstress, Kali, was the best of the best. You and her had become decently close, speaking about all the academy drama whilst you would get fitted in your dresses.

It was nearing 11am now, so Kali was sure to arrive in the next thirty minutes. She would just be taking the dress and changing anything you weren’t sure about, or changing things to accentuate your body. You had some risqué ideas about this gala in particular. Coriolanus picking you up certainly amped up the need to be absolutely flawless.

Kali arrives shortly after your shower, wanting to get started as fast as possible.

“This is the dress I chose for tonight, Kali. I really love it - what do you think? Think all the boys are gonna swarm me?” You laugh as you hand the hanger over to the woman.

“Oh darling. You are going to be in all of Panem’s minds after this dress. I already know what we’re going to do. Put the damn thing on!”

You quickly strip out of your clothing, slipping the dress on little by little as you go. It fits fine in most parts, the straps being a little too big and the bottom being a little long and loose around your butt. You stand on a small platform in your room, looking in a full body mirror as Kali starts to hem the bottom slightly. You have ladies working on your hair at the same time.

“I think we’re gonna keep a train on the dress, Y/N. You’re old enough now, you can be a little more mature don’t you think? Oh! We’re also going to lower the neckline a tad. Maybe find you a husband before the night is over,” Kali jokes.

Secretly, you’ve been waiting for the moment you could start being more seductive with your clothing. It made you feel different, more daring. You watched as she so carefully trimmed the hem of the dress, leaving a small train on the red dress. She then pulls the dress to the side of your hips, showing how much fabric was left. She took it in, making sure to highlight your bottom as best as possible.

Finally, your hair was finished. Just on time for Kali to come to the front of the dress and work on the neckline. Your hair was in a slick back low style, the top pieces being slick but the bottom half of your hair flowing freely in elegant curls.

As you admired the now tailored dress, Kali stepped in front of you to alter the front. The now sweet and dainty neckline was soon to be plunging almost down to your abdomen. Your stomach twisted and turned at the idea of people seeing this much of you, but you were equally as excited. You were finally able to dress like a woman.

Kali did her magic on your dress, making you look the best you had ever looked for a gala. By the time she was done, it was nearly three pm. All that was left to do was makeup, then you would be picked up by Coriolanus.

You sat down, letting the artists do their job while you let yourself get lost in thought. The thoughts were mostly about Coriolanus, but nobody needed to know that. You anticipated the look on Bridgette’s face when you arrived with Coriolanus on your side. You simply could not wait to see her reaction. You look up in the mirror, smiling at how pretty you felt. Maybe, just maybe, pretty enough for Coriolanus to see you in a different light.

Four-thirty pm. There was simply no way this was about to happen. Were you to sit in the front seat with him? Back seat? Who knows. You were prepared to do whatever he told you, eager to see if he would say anything else about his eagerness to drive you. Surely not.

Quickly finishing the last details of your makeup, your makeup helper smiles and thanks you before heading out. Kali gives you a motherly kiss on the cheek, telling you to ‘go get ‘em tiger.’ You smile sweetly, appreciating her support and love. You add on some dark red gloves, reaching all the way to your elbows, bringing out the red in your dress even more. You add on your bracelets, some of the most expensive in all of Panem.

Looking at yourself one last time, you run your hands down your body and smile. You look stunning, so sharp that not even a knife could compete. You’re definitely going to be the talk of the Capitol, but you cared more about how Coriolanus would act.

Your father yells throughout the house, signaling for you to meet him in the lobby, ready to go. You grab your bag, and slowly exit your bedroom. Taking deep breaths, you descend down the staircase slowly, noting that Coriolanus is not here yet. Releasing your anxious breath, you reach the bottom of the stairs and blankly smile at your father. He doesn’t say a word, just looks you over and mouths a quiet ‘perfect’ before turning and heading into another room.

You frown out of disappointment, hoping your father would maybe tell you that you were pretty, or say something dad-like. Just for once, you wished. He returns back into the foyer, fiddling with his hair and practicing his presidential speech.

“Your ride should be outside by now. You shouldn’t keep him waiting, it’s not ladylike,” he says, not looking at you.

Your breath hitches as you immediately turn towards the front door, a black SUV now waiting outside. You turn back to your father before walking out the door. The cold air hits you like a ton of bricks, feeling cold enough to start spitting snow any minute. Using the handrails, you slowly start to walk down the porch steps before your attention is suddenly diverted. Out steps Coriolanus, handsome as ever. Actually? The most handsome you had ever seen him. His white blonde hair slicked back perfectly, his icy blue eyes shining due to the contrast. He’s walking towards you, ready to grab your hand to help you down. Then, you realize something - his outfit.

His outfit was none other than a perfect match of red to your dress. The two articles of clothing could have been purchased together. His dark red suit jacket paired with black pants and a black dress shirt. You slightly looked up to the sky and said a silent prayer for yourself. He takes your hand in his, lifting it upwards to elegantly kiss it. His eyes didn’t break from yours once. You smile and curtsy slightly before he walks you to the car. He opens the passenger door of the car and helps you inside before heading to the driver's side himself. He gets in quickly, slamming the door shut aggressively. You jump, clearly started before he leans over to you.

“We need to talk. And I have to make it fast before we get there. We’re going to go slow, and take the long way to the venue. Is that okay, darling?”

Darling? What was going on? Your eyes were wide, mouth open.

“Yeah, that’s fine I guess,” you stammer out. What were you supposed to say? He smiles and puts the vehicle in gear before slowly taking off.

“You must be wondering why I’ve been acting this way, wanting to drive you, unnecessarily charming you, the list goes on I’m sure.” He pauses, looking at you with raised eyebrows before continuing.

“But before I continue, I need you to be honest with me for a second. We’ve never spoken before but I know you admire me, correct?”

You are stunned at this point. Your heart was pounding, stomach swirling, and your eyes were looking all over his face. You noticed how he was relatively calm, yet it seemed like he was on the brink of going wild.

“I- I wouldn’t say adm-“ he cuts you off sharply, laughing.

“That’s all I need to know.” His laugh slowly dying out, he pulls into an empty lot, secluded from everything else. You look around frantically, not knowing if you should feel safe with him, or be utterly terrified.

“I just need to try something before I can trust you. Can you trust me?” He puts the car in park and looks at you, sincereness in his eyes. You nod your head yes, not being able to get any words out at all.

He nods his head back, before unbuckling his seatbelt and slowly leaning in. His lips brush against yours for just a second, before he grabs the back of your head and pushes you into him. You don’t know why, but something about this feels sinister. Sinister, but so right. His tongue brushes against your lips, immediately you open your mouth letting him in. He’s grabbing your hair with one hand and stroking your face with the other as the kiss gets deeper and more passionate.

Fireworks are going off all over your body, a needing feeling bubbling in the most private of places. You place your hands around his neck, slightly digging your nails in. He breaths out in the kiss, smiling and breaking it for just a second. He gives you a peck of the lips before fully releasing you, staring straight into your eyes.

“I just needed to see if what I was feeling was real. It certainly is.” Your foreheads are touching, the tension of the moment so thick, it could be sliced with a knife.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Snow.”

He returns back to his seat fully, before buckling his seatbelt. He eyes you over one last time before returning the route to the venue.

“I’m not sure I know what I mean either, darling. But we’ll discuss that later. You look absolutely stunning tonight, did you know?”

He uses one hand to turn the vehicle, the other grabbing onto your hand closest to him. It seems as if nothing had just happened, you hoped he wasn’t regretting it. You sure weren’t.

You looked down at your hands interlocked, slightly overwhelmed with everything. You were confused, to say the least.

“Thank you, but I - what just happened Coriolanus?” You stuttered in your sentence, mentally cursing yourself for showing vulnerability. His grasp tightened on your hand slightly, a smile breaking free from his stoic expression.

“You, Ms. Y/N, have had way too much of an effect on me. I need that to be contained, and I need it to be mine. I need you to be mine. But for now, it’ll just be for the gala. I need you to make sure you’re mine tonight specifically. At the end of the night, we can discuss.”

His answer only confused you more. Your face twisted with confusion as you looked out your window.

“Just enter with me, save a few dances with me, and converse with me some. Just do how a couple would normally do,” he says, casually.

You turn back to face him, noticing his slight smile turn more upwards. He seems… truthful.

“Why, alright then.” You continue to stare at him as you wrap your brain around what he could really be scheming.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #tom blyth #billy the kid #corio snow #coryo x reader #coryo snow #tbosas #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you

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✰ seventeen at a haunted house hcs ✰

a/n: happy halloween everyone! highkey one of my favorite holidays, so here’s my small way of celebrating!

seungcheol:

☻ fisTs aRE UP

☻ why is he getting aggressive

☻ he’s the kind to act tough and puff his chest out and everything to “protect you” but this crumbles so fast pls

☻ i feel like he’s the kind to go “what-WHAT WHY” every time there’s a loud noise

jeonghan:

☻ very lax, so i feel like even if a jumpscare worked he’d laugh it off right after

☻ his eyes get wide from shock for a second or two and yeah, his heart is racing but it’s nothing to him

☻ the type to tease you if you’re scared but also watch to check if you’re okay

joshua:

☻ walks pretty relaxed with his arm around your shoulder

☻ chuckles at the lights and sounds and his hand massages the shoulder it’s resting on when he feels you tensing

☻ ngl how could you feel scared when his muscles are holding you so confidently, you feel so safe

jun:

☻ laughs at every jumps are pls

☻ he doesn’t really take the haunted house too seriously and maybe it’s also because he sees the small details that take him out of the immersion too

☻ will imitate a statue of a zombie that he sees

☻ i feel like he’d really calm your nerves with his antics and it’d really just be a good time

hoshi:

☻ horanghaes at everything in the attraction

☻ somehow convinces one of the vampires inside the haunted house to horanghae in a picture with him

☻ even if someone’s about to scare him he just does that little claw hand gesture and they’re like ?? okay ??

wonwoo:

☻ his body takes a screenshot when there’s a successful jumpscare idk how else to explain it LOL

☻ but i feel like wonwoo getting scared has about a 15% chance of happening though

☻ has to be a very well timed scare

woozi:

☻ says he’s not scared but he’s walking at 1.5x speed

☻ little and mildly annoyed “hey >:(“ when a ghost pops up from behind

dokyeom:

☻ tried to protect you but also shies away from anything that looks like it’ll suddenly move

☻ i can imagine the little “imsorryimsorryimsorrypls- imsorryimsorry” leaving his lips as you both carefully walk past something suspiciously still

☻ will let out that dolphin scream when he feels like something is touching his ankle bc he can’t help it

☻ apologizes to you too for yelling and bumping into if he flinched too hard after like babe-

mingyu:

☻ you have to protect him, for he may be a little faint-hearted

☻ you’ll most definitely hear a small yelp or scree when something moves in the dark

☻ i can imagine the whiny little “please, please, please” as he (a man taller than you) tries to hide behind you

☻ expect your hand to be in a death grip the whole time

minghao:

☻ he’s such a wildcard sometimes lol

☻ as we can see from that one gose episode, he’ll scare a haunted house employee back

☻ will tell you, “watch this, bLaRgh”

☻ he giggles right after (absolutely adorable) and ngl, it kinda soothes the tension of the atmosphere of the whole thing

seungkwan:

☻ he’s #offended at anything and everything that tries to scare him PLS

☻ he’ll gasp when a ghost pops up but immediately sigh right after in annoyance

☻ “WHA- tsk, they really did this- i can’t believe they’d try something like that-“

☻ he’s huffing the whole time hold his hand please

vernon:

☻ the kind to be like “oh.. i see why they did that”

☻ he’ll flinch too, here and there, but i don’t think he’d yell too much

☻ mayhaps he’s the kind of guy to just flinch inwards and let out a small “oh my god” at most LOL

dino:

☻ squints his eyes at anything that seems like it could be something

☻ sees something spooky and you pretend that he’s the only person seeing it and this freaks him out NDYYD

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slipping through my fingers - hughes siblings

warnings - mild language, mini angst & sadness (not everything will be accurate as it’s fiction lol), it is a very long fic and has two instagram edits as well

please listen with slipping through my fingers by abba <33

hey it’s me again. I sent you guys four tickets to graduation & I hope you guys can make it! mom & dad already told me they could make it, and q said that he is flying in for it. I hope you three can make it! it would mean the world to me— please…. I’ll talk to you soon j! love ya— bye.

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college graduation.

the one thing that y/n had been dreading since she started at umich…. leaving. home was here. so many good memories here, as well as meeting her bestest friends & boyfriend. but it was time to go— and it just felt like

time slipped away from her.

she was glad that she was convinced by q to come here, and then got to share some of her college years with her twin brother luke. y/n always felt like she was forgotten by her siblings as she didn’t excel at hockey and that she was a girl. they loved her, and she loved them— but the distance between them was enough for her to feel like she didn’t get enough time to grow up with them. she wanted to not stand in their way, but still cheer them on. so, when quinn— her oldest brother convinced her to go to umich instead of boston college, she felt seen. she felt even more seen when luke — her own twin was petitioning for her to go to college with him.

“cmon sis— we can take on the world from ann arbor together! come with me!!” luke pleaded at the family dinner table as ellen gave her daughter a “it’s up to you, scholarships have been coming in for you for years to go to anywhere you want sweetie. lu is going for athletics— and you are our ms. academics! that would be amazing but you know that it is your choice, honey.”

“okay lu on just one condition……. don’t push me away.” she told her older brother she got tackled into a bear hug from the side.

“YES!! 3 to mich baby!!!” q yelled as her two older brothers got up and joined the hug.

“guess I’m the odd one out now…” jack joked as he saw y/n’s smile grow bigger by the minute.

“I love you hockey idiots.” she said as she meted into her older brother’s hug.

y/n got to be his cheerleader sister for the two years as became one of the greatest young players in college hockey. her friend group intermingled with his— and she even had a thing with his friend mark estapa for awhile. until they all left after their sophomore year, as expected. they had big nhl contracts & big bucks coming in. no one was more proud than y/n of her boys, she bought all of their jerseys, went to as many games as she could all while being in school.

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junior year started and she had earned an internship for the red wings. a dream come true as she has always wanted to be in the hockey industry some how. it felt as it was a birthright that she started to fulfill. y/n was on cloud 9 when she called her dad and said that she had started with the red wings as an intern assistant pt to the head physical therapist to the red wings organization. her parents were ecstatic as they knew how important it was to her.

on one of the first games, she met him— simon. he had came into the locker room with a bad shoulder injury during a game while y/n was “on deck” aka waiting for someone to give her someone to work on. he came in with a bloody nose and a out of place shoulder— and changed her whole life.

“hey— you think that you can fix this and we can go out some time?” he asked her as she looked to the side to see him smirking at her with a little bit of blood on his nose still. she had only met him 20 minutes ago and he was asking HER out.

“maybe— we still need to get this blood off. my brother may add some if he knew though.” she joked as they both laughed. she was nervous. guys aren’t normally like this to her without knowing her family.

“I think you will be worth the risk, ms dr in training hughes.” he winked and put the ice pack back on his nose.

“hughes? you know who I am?” she questioned stupidly as he smiled at her. he looks down to her name tag that says “y/n hughes— physical therapy & sports medicine assistant” with the red wings logo on it & her little flower doodles. her eyes look down to her name tag— and she feels herself turning pink.

“right— my name tag. duh.” she says laughing off her awkward question as she turns to grab some k-t tape for his shoulder.

her back was turned as he started “of course— but that’s not how I know you. I saw you on draft night on tv. luke was no.4 overall and I was no.6. I followed you on instagram after that. I thought you were cute, despite all of the hockey glory family & scary older brothers to go through. you seemed so sweet & cared a lot about hockey. I just didn’t know I’d actually get to meet you…..” simon semi ranted as y/n turned bright pink at his words.

she turned around and he saw her turn pink, and he smiled at it. she was cute, in a way that was different from the rest. the compassion & intelligence radiated from her making her stand out in a way that caught his eye.

“okay— one date edvinsson. but first let’s get your shoulder back in place & get you healed up.” y/n said in return of his semi rant as she quickly popped his shoulder back in. she kept him company for the rest of the game, getting him more ice water as they talked & watched the game. it was relaxing, the pair got to have a calm moment in their “stressful” lives.

he didn’t care who she was the sister of— or what family she was from. he was a genuine, caring guy who wanted to be with her. she loved him— she loved everything about her life when he stepped— ran into it with his injury stunt that night. date after date, their relationship went from flirtatious friends to a private but secret relationship. no one knew who got them whipped— but each other.

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the rest of junior year flew by, as well as her internship with the red wings. at the end of the season, after a great time she was promoted from an intern to a part time assistant for the red wings in her department. summer came & she spent most of it at the lake w/ simon. her parents loved him, and her brothers had no idea of her relationship yet due to the fact they have had summer hockey and couldn’t come home. again, she felt that time slipped away as her brothers wouldn’t even call any more, or text her to check up on her like she did to them.

one night at the lake, the university called & told her that after she graduated that she would have a guaranteed spot for their graduate program, which would have hours for her to go work for the red wings. simon was sitting next to her, trying to watch his girlfriend’s odd expressions on the phone.

“yes— thank you! thank you so much. I cannot wait to sign. alright — see you in a few weeks then!” y/n then quickly hung up, looking over at her confused boyfriend. they were sitting on the dock as she got the call.

“who was that? signing? I’m confused.” he asked her as she leaned over to kiss him happily.

“guess who’s becoming a wolverine again! and a redwing!” she said ecstatically as simon jumped up.

“WHAT?!” he said excited as she jumped up and hugged him tightly.

“yeah!!! I got the graduate program spot & it will let me go part time with the red wings now— this is it!” y/n told him as he spun her around.

“my girlfriend with her big girl job & big girl graduate school!! I’m so proud of you baby. you deserve the world!!” he told her as she started to tear up.

“I— I love you so much si— thank you for being here.” she told him as they held hands walking back up to the house so she can tell her parents.

“always my love. always. are you going to tell your brothers? or just your parents?” he questioned as they walked up the dock.

“just my parents. I’ll wait until I get closer to graduation to tell the boys about my new job & graduate school. I still got a season left as a intern so—“ y/n trailed off as simon stopped her.

“hey— you got time. they are going to be happy for you regardless.” simon told his nervous girlfriend as they walked in the door. “go— celebrate. I’ll be here.” pushing her to go to the dinner table & tell her parents. he watched from behind the corner as she told her parents, taking a few pictures as the moment went on.

it’s like he was freezing the special moment for her in time

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november came and it was only a month away from graduation. y/n's university life was full of having its "lasts" while simon was cruising through the beginning of the season. he would try to come to her senior banquets if he was off, but y/n knew that the thought counts if he couldn't attend. simon was nervous about it because she knew how her brothers were with her, the stories he has listened to about the hughes brothers ignoring their baby sister. he wanted her to feel loved and he engaged in everything he could for her.

two weeks from graduation; y/n relooked up the graduation date in correlation to her brother's hockey schedules and of course, they didn't line up anymore. she knew that they weren't going to put the effort in to show up, but she still sent a voicemail.

and of course, she waited every day for a call or text back from at least one of them. she would call her mom every day, asking how her and her dad were doing, as well as asking about the boys. nothing on the boys, but at least her parents agreed to come to her college graduation.

she felt like shit the week before graduation, sick with stress. simon was truly worried about his girlfriend, and he couldn't even worry about his stress.

graduation day came and y/n's stress turned into bliss when she was handed her diploma. she couldn't see her group in the crowd, but she could feel the love. simon was sitting with her parents and grandparents in the crowd.

simon sat next to ellen as ellen called frantically all day to get in contact with her sons. again, no answer. "I swear I talk to y/n more than those boys." she told simon and simon tried to laugh it off.

"yeah, y/n knows more about the boys through their insatgram posts than anything else." he tells his future in law as she looks at him, dumbfounded.

"si-- what?" she questions almost angrily. "did y/n never tell you?" he asks as the whole hughes family starts to listen in. "she hasn't actually talked to any of the boys since junior year. they ignore all of her texts and calls, she didn't see them when they would come to detroit......" he continues on and ellen puts the pieces together in her brain. her boys have completely ignored their baby sister, so y/n would always check up on them through her.

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y/n.hughes - thanks umich for the best 4, see you soon for grad school! also go redwings as I will be part time with them over my graduate program! ♥️ thankful for my people and life always🥰 #goblue

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posted on december 17

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three ish months later.......

hey, it’s y/n. I’m calling and I know you wouldn’t have answered me— but I’m engaged! I just called to tell you and jack because I already sent a voicemail to q. I love you both & I hope that you can call me or facetime me soon. but if not— I’ll see you when I see you. or if I even see you. bye, lu lu.

another phone call was unanswered and sent to voicemail by her siblings. all she wanted was for them to answer or even just acknowledge their existence. she didn't know why she had been exiled, nothing on simon's & hers relationship was out, she was still at umich -- nothing was adding up. but all three of her older brothers were ghosting her. she felt like they were slipping away from her, but this time -- they truly were.

being engaged and working for the same team as your fiancee was tough for y/n. papers were to be signed, and contracts were to be renegotiated, but everything worked out in simon's and y/n's favor. the rest of the year went smoothly, and playoffs came quick enough. the devils were in and the canucks as well as the redwings were out of the playoffs. meaning the whole hughes family went to new jersey to see jack and luke play. y/n told simon that he could come, and ellen encouraged it. so, the future edvinssons with the hughes parents went to new jersey for the first round.

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the airport was awkward as they met quinn there, and then waited for jack and luke to pick all of them up. quinn had grown up significantly since the last time that y/n had seen him in person. his beard was grown out, and he grew into the levelheaded defensive player that the canucks needed and wanted as a captain. his face tensed when he saw his little sister with his family, and a tall blonde man. he had no idea why his mother had that face on.

"hey, how was the flight?" quinn asked his family as he dropped his stuff next to ellen's, engulfing her into a hug. a hug which she reciprocated but then as she let go, she grabbed her eldest son by ear, tugging him to his little sister. y/n and simon stifled a laugh as ellen dragged him to them.

"quintin jerome hughes! I am livid at you and your brothers! ignoring your sister for THAT LONG?!? unacceptable, you are not children anymore." she said as she dropped him off right in front of the couple.

quinn was facing downwards, meaning his eye level was at his little sister's hands, meaning he saw that ROCK on her finger. his head whipped up so fast it almost gave him whiplash. eye to eye, quinn got a good look at his baby sister who was not a baby anymore. she was beautiful, and he had no idea how much time passed until he saw that rock on her finger. "you're engaged?" he questioned her lightly, almost out of breath because he couldn't BELIEVE that his BABY sister was engaged, let alone in a relationship.

"yeah, if you would pick up your damn phone you would have gotten MULTIPLE things from me over the past two years, quintin." she spat back. he was shocked at her anger, but not fully surprised by it. he looked over to her left to see him. the man who stole his little sister's heart, simon edvinsson. he knew who he was as they were both defensemen, as well as luke. they were always in the articles together.

"you're marrying a hockey player, y/n? that's pretty low of you." quinn told her as he watched her face drop.

"unlike you quinn, he actually has time and cares for me. he has ALWAYS been there, unlike some hockey players I know." she tells her older brother, and she laughs at the end. "oh speak of the devil and they shall appear. simon, meet my other two asshole brothers, luke and jack." she pats his shoulder as quinn turns around to see his other brothers.

"hey what's up -- who's the guy y/n?" jack questions as ellen starts to walk over to her other two sons.

"you two are in serious trouble. how could you ghost y/n like this? for this long? unacceptable." ellen says grabbing them both by their ears for a moment and then letting them go.

"boys, meet simon, y/n's fiancé. y/n, go order an uber for you and simon, please." jim asks them and they nod.

"c'mon babe." she says lightly, grabbing their stuff and heading to the uber terminal.

"they aren’t mad, are they?" simon asks, holding her hand. "not at you my love, but a hughes family talk will be done and hopefully my dumbass brothers will realize what they have done wrong." she tells her fiancé.

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a day later and its game day. y/n and simon waited until the game to see everyone (so aka the boys could get their shit together). ellen texted y/n that the boys would need to explain it to her. so, like any good sibling, she met them before the game. bright and early at 8am so they could have a good talk. she met them by a coffee shop near the rink, just a simple brunch spot where it should be fine to talk. or so she thought.

all three boys were sitting at a table when she walked in. she was wearing a monochrome black and red outfit, her brunette hair in curls. she had developed a nice look since they last saw her in person. she was glowing, and looked so much like their mom. she smiled softly at them as she sat down.

“did you order yet?” she asked them politely as they all had coffees in front of them.

“no but we did get coffee, I got you a vanilla latte.” luke told his twin sister as he scooted it next to her.

“thanks luke.” she thanked him.

the waitress came over and took their orders, and then it was silent again. jack cleared his throat and quinn took a drink of his coffee. y/n kept looking down at her rings, fiddling with them. it was awkward, all of the hughes siblings were in a way — but especially now.

“you want to start?” quinn asked his younger sister as she looked up.

“yeah. what the fuck.” she stated bluntly as she took a sip of her iced latte. “how, why, when. I want to know everything. I have done everything right. I have no idea what I have done wrong. do you even know how you made me feel? all of you? I have always felt like the outcasted sibling and you all have made it worse over this period of let’s ignore y/n time.” she ranted as she watched all of their faces turn.

“look y/n with everything going on—“ quinn started as y/n bluntly cut him off. “quintin do not fuck with me. I work for an organization in the league and I’m engaged to a player. I know how your schedules work, I keep up with both of your teams on top of the redwings’, and simon still makes time for me. so, do not bullshit me if you guys say “I’ve had no time” or “we didn’t want to bother you.” she told them straight as their food came.

the tension was thick between the four of them. y/n couldn’t even eat, she just stared and drank her coffee.

“we thought you needed space okay? we thought you wanted to be your own person and we are sorry. we made a promise to each other to all back off and not be the overbearing brothers that we were for the past 20 years. I regret it I do because look at you now. graduated, big girl job, engaged?! I regret missing these milestones of your life y/n.” jack says sincerely which made her choke up.

“I’m sorry too y/n, as a twin I have been horrible. I broke our promise of not pushing you away. I wanted to let you have your umich experience on your own for the past two years but I would do anything to go back and tell myself how stupid our idea was to give you space. I love you, I love you sis. I am happy that you got to do what you have always wanted career wise — and honestly, even relationship wise. I haven’t fully met him, but my friends in the league say he is a pretty good guy.” luke rants heartfully as he grabs y/n’s hand.

at this point y/n is looking at a with tears in her eyes. she has always been closest to quinn. seeing his baby sister look at him like she used to when they were toddlers makes his heart ache. how could he be so stupid, how could all of them be so stupid.

“you— you slipped though our fingers, y/n. and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for graduation, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to buy your first legal drink like I said, I’m sorry for not answering your calls, I’m sorry that I didn’t try harder. you’ve grown up without us for the past two years and I fucking regret it all. I missed hearing your voice and seeing you at games or in our gear. I’m guilty for pushing you away but I’m not guilty about it if that means you got to get your dream job and dream job because we weren’t standing in your light anymore. I love you. we have missed having our little dancing queen in our life, sis. will you take us back?” quinn stutters out and y/n is full on crying in her pancakes.

“I love you boys. I hated that you left — simon hated that you left. but if that means I would get you back again then I would let you do it to me all over again. you are my brothers and I would nev—never not want you in my life. I am still mad but I have worked past it. I love you three to death. luke, jack — lets get you playoff ready, yeah? ice cream?” y/n tells them as they both smile.

quinn is looking at the two boys and their eyes are lit up like christmas. the boys get up and hug their sister tightly and quinn goes to pay the bill. luke and jack lead the way to the ice cream shop down the way, and quinn & y/n follow.

“so, you really love him yeah?” he lightly hits y/n’s shoulder as she blushes.

“yeah I do quinny, he means everything to me.” she mumbles softly as quinn wraps his arm around her shoulder.

“as long as he makes you happy, we approve — but sis; you do know he will still have to pass the hughes brother tests right?” quinn jokes to her as they both laugh.

“simon is up for it if you guys are, but my man is a 6’6 goon so be careful.” she jokes as they meet them at the ice cream shop.

“morning ice cream before playoffs, just like old times when you’d drag us in michigan.” jack tells his younger sister as they make their way to the counter.

“good habits die hard, jacky. time may have slipped but I’m still the same.” she tells him as she orders a mint chocolate chip cone with extra rainbow sprinkles, just like she did as a kid.

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y/n.hughes - can finally post these♥️ my secret is out! #engaged💍

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location - hughes lake house

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elblue06 - finally got those back!!

↳ y/n.hughes - the perfect planner :) @/elblue06

lhughes_06 - congrats sis🤑

↳ y/n.hughes - love you moose 💖 @/lhughes_06

simonedvinssonn - jag kan inte vänta med att få spendera för alltid med dig min älskade♥️ (I can’t wait to spend forever with you my love)

↳ y/n.hughes - forever by the beach boys baby🤍 @/simonedvinssonn

jackhughes - still need the summer tests but he is approved 🫡

↳ _quinnhughes - our baby sister isn’t a baby anymore 😭 @/jackhughes

trevorzegras - WEDDING BELLSSSS ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

colecaufield - CONGRATS SIS

umichhockey - team 101 reunion???

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since the hughes sibling talk, the hughes family & simon watched every single devils playoff game together, as a family. the devils went all the way to the stanley cup finals, everyone was ecstatic for it as luke & jack were not having record breaking seasons. y/n was happy to be there in person to see her brothers shine. she missed it. but she was even happier to see her brothers get along with her fiancé, especially quinn. simon and quinn bonded fast as they watched all of the games, side by side.

two years ago, if she told herself that her brothers would be back in her life and being on good terms with her fiancé, enough to even be civil while watching the cup together - she would have laughed. now…. she can’t imagine it any different. time slipped by and the hughes siblings grew apart, but not even time can break the bond of the siblings. it just grew stronger.

if y/n knew that this would be the outcome of growing apart from her siblings — she’d let it all happen again; in a heartbeat.

#1 800 iluvhockey #1 800 iluvhockey fic #a’s summer special 🌊#hughes siblings fic #slipping through my fingers fic

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#☻ just for laughs #ahs #american horror story #kai anderson #evan peters #ahs cult #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x y/n

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DTF Only (Happy Hour) - porco galliard x reader 18+

pairing: Porco Galliard x afab! Reader summary: Your first match sent you a message and Porco wants to spend Happy Hour with you. word count: 3500+ notes: Part 2 (although can be seen as Part 1) of DTF Only. Been a minute since I've written for this guy, and congrats! He's your first match! :) warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, sex in a restroom, vaginal sex, mirror sex, motor boating ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

The initial thrill of swiping left and right wore off by the time you went to bed, and if not for the notifications, you would have forgotten all about Tinder.

Opening up the app, you’re surprised to see you’ve matched with several guys. But around last night’s margaritas, you don’t remember any of them.

Regardless, you’re hit with another wave of serotonin, reading the first message you received earlier this morning.

Hey You’re cute. You like football?

Before replying, you tap on the guy—Porco’s—profile.

You blink. He’s blond, like Colt.

It’s not something that’ll deter you, only something that you couldn’t help noticing and as you peruse his profile the similarities end there.

He’s a different shade of blond and wears his hair in a different style too, polished, slick back over an undercut. He’s built like he spends more time at the gym than anywhere else.

His bio is brief, not much to the imagination.

Gym, sports, beer. Happy Hour is my fav time of the day 🏈😎

Scrolling through his pictures, you’re not surprised. Most of them are gym selfies, all of which you approve of, with the last photo of him sporting a jersey at a football game.

He’s not a bad-looking guy at all, and it’s too soon to judge him based on his profile. With nothing to lose you tap out a reply.

Hey Porco! I’m no expert on football, but I like happy hour !

You’re not sure what to expect. It’s weird messaging someone you’ve never met. How do you even know he’s real? Online dating is so foreign and bizarre, you’re not sure you’ll get used to it.

The response arrives a few minutes later.

lol! I don’t judge 😉 My team’s playing today. At the bar right now to watch them win!! Drop by have some beer with me?

That was quick, but you suppose you shouldn’t be surprised. The app is meant to get people to meet. It’s just weird…you can’t get over the concept.

You consider the invite. It’s so sudden. But you had no other reason stopping you from meeting up with him.

Without any plans for your Sunday, you agree. Guess this is it. Your first match and you’re already going to meet in person.

You had heard stories of ghosting, slow fades, catfishing, etc. The most common trend Ymir and Pieck had mentioned was becoming a pen pal, keeping communication on the app only and never actually meeting. Porco’s already proven to be an outlier.

“He looks pissed off in every picture,” Ymir says over the phone as you get ready to meet Porco. “Even the ones where he’s smiling…”

“That could just be his face,” Pieck says in answer, though she sounds dubious.

Because it’s your first time meeting a stranger online, you let your friends know where you’ll be, much to their excitement that you’ve taken to Tinder at ease.

“I think he’s cute.” You grab your keys. “He seems like a sports junkie, not sure what else we can talk about. I know nothing about sports.”

“You’re not there for the game,” Pieck supplies.

Nerves tickle at the idea of hooking up so soon with a stranger. Is that really what people do on Tinder? Years in a committed relationship, online dating stories never felt real, but now that you’re single, it’s time to find out.

“I mean it’s the middle of the day,” you trail off, indifferent. “Do you really think he’s going to want to hook-up? He might be more interested in the game.”

“Pfft. What?” Ymir laughs. “Men always make time for their dicks. It wouldn’t matter if you were meeting at a funeral. Trust, he’d find a way to get his kicks in.”

You hear Pieck laugh, and the tension defuses a little.

“That’s a stretch, Ymir,” you chuckle.

“But she’s right!” Pieck says. “Guys on Tinder have no shame. It’s why they’re on it.”

“Don’t overthink anything,” Ymir adds. “To have fun, you’re going to have to have the same clownish confidence.”

“Alright, well I need to get going.”

“Remember the code word if you want us to bail you out!” Pieck hurries to say.

Heading down the hall, you sigh. “Right. Cholula. Got to go.”

Before you end the call, you catch Ymir’s send off. “Good luck, champ!”

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Football, sports, the like, none are your area of expertise. You could count on one finger the number of football games you’ve gone to—zero.

But happy hour makes you a good sport, and it also lures in the entire neighborhood.

The bar is packed, almost bordering a fire hazard. It’s impossible to see much other than droves of people, and it’s even harder to hear over the jeering over the game.

You squeeze by, craning your head, rising on your tiptoes for a sight of Porco. He had said he was at the bar, so you shove your way through, ignoring the disgruntled looks that are sent your way.

Sidling away from a few football fans, you think you see him or at least the back of his head. A burst of nerves flutter in your stomach. This might be him.

A man with a blond undercut with a gaze transfixed to the TV screen. It’s only when you approach closer to where the empty bar stool is that you recognize the scowl from the pictures.

“Porco?”

He turns, the scowl deepening for a moment in confusion. But it’s replaced with a faint smile as the man himself says your name.

“You made it.” He pulls you into a one-armed hug that would feel like nothing to someone else, but to you it’s tight against muscle, hidden away in his bomber jacket. “Saved you this seat.”

You take the lone barstool at his side, impressed that he managed to keep it vacant from the patrons desperately looking for a spot to watch the game. But as a stranger bumps into Porco’s elbow by accident, the man’s scowl drills into them, and they skitter off.

“Also, got you an IPA, and I placed an order for some nosh. Hope you like nachos,” Porco briefs you.

Reeling back from meeting your first ever Tinder match in person, you’re a little flustered as you take a seat. “Oh, um, thanks. Nachos are fine as long as they’re not spicy.”

He cuts you a humored look. “Tough shit, I love spice. I asked for extra jalapenos.”

The response is so blunt, you don’t even feel affronted, only mildly pricked.

“Okay…” Your eyes drift towards the TV screen. “So, who’s your team?”

It becomes a twenty-minute run down, from Porco’s favorite team and why; who they’re up against, and why they’re going to lose (his exact words). During that time, the nachos arrive, piled with cheese and an absurd amount of jalapenos you try to avoid. It’s no use. The spice has you reaching for your IPA, signaling for Porco to order you both another round.

It’s not all about him, though. You tell him a bit about yourself, and he takes enough interest that you’re endeared by him, despite his blunt and somewhat bossy persona.

And when the game is in full swing, the tension in the bar simmers hot. As does your gaze watching Porco.

Hazel eyes are fixed on the screen right now, his team close to scoring a touchdown, nothing else matters in that moment. While his focus is elsewhere, you can’t tears yours away from him.

The scowl in his brows knit tighter together as he grits his teeth, the tension running down his jaw and strong neck. Porco doesn’t have to try at all to look this good, and your mind wanders, envisioning his face with a flush and hair messed up.

You don’t catch what happens next but become aware of Porco’s hiss of irritation before he turns to you, blinking.

It’s not your intent to be shameless. You want to blame it on the IPA, however you know that’s not true. Something about the air becomes stagnant with heat. The rolling frustration throughout the bar, from supporters of either team fill the space like a thick cloud, dialing up every nerve in your body.

Meanwhile, Porco’s full attention is on you this time. You can feel the drag of his eyes on your bare legs, sweeping slowly upwards until they settle on your chest much longer than any other part of your body.

Something palpable lingers like smoke. Porco’s lip curls, trading your smirk for his as he gulps the last of his IPA, snatches up your hand and in a flash, he’s thrusting past the crowd like he’s on the football field.

Porco brings you both to the back of the bar, just outside of the restrooms. He turns the handle of the male restroom door, clicking his tongue to find it locked.

Porco bangs on the door, scowl deepening. “Hurry it up!”

Not a minute later, the door opens, and a perplexed man averts Porco’s eyes. You don’t notice him shuffling away, staggering on your feet as you’re dragged inside.

Porco’s quick to lock the door, not even looking at the knob, too focused on you. The hastiness, the dark lust burning through hazel in his eyes, your heart races, unable to wait any longer.

Reading your mind, Porco’s the first to erase the small gap, capturing your mouth, and lifting you by the thighs with authority.

For leverage, you clamp your legs around him, allowing him to deepen the kiss with his hand on the back of your neck.

You’re set down on the counter by the sink. You don’t pull away, despite the need for air. Instead, you scrape your nails through Porco’s hair.

He snarls like an animal, biting your lower lip and tugging it. “Keep doing that, I want to feel your nails there.” It comes out firm yet eager, his mouth ruthless against yours.

You do as he says, driving your nails inwards, scratching along his scalp, messing up the polished look.

There’s a whip of fabric, Porco’s jacket is tossed somewhere in the restroom. You don’t spare it any thought, letting your hands fall away from his hair to grasp onto his strong shoulders, clawing at his back to drag him closer.

Porco chases after your touch, like neither of you can have enough of the other. His weight presses into you, urging you backwards. Your back hits the mirror.

His lips pull away, tossing hungry kisses along your neck. He laps at your pulse, tongue dragging up to lick behind the shell of your ear.

You shiver a little baffled but scratch at his shoulders in appreciation.

He does it again, breath hot against your already feverish skin. “That the sweet spot?” Another long, sloppier lap at your skin. “You’re nasty,” he chuckles. “I can be nastier.”

True to his word, Porco’s tongue laps at your neck, a long, wet stripe coating beneath your jaw to your throat. You submit to the sensation, wrapping a hand around his nape to keep him close, a stuttered breath fanning his ear.

Porco releases your neck suddenly.

Your shirt’s tugged off, and before you can enfold your arms around Porco’s neck again, he swipes up your wrists, holding them out.

You blink, confused. Chest heaving in a way that your breasts pump outwards, goosebumps prickling the flesh, and Porco’s eyes soaking you in. Although you’re wearing a simple t-shirt bra, a shadow of lust hangs over Porco’s gaze.

“Oh my God…” pours out of Porco’s mouth before he licks his lips.

Your hands drop the same time as Porco’s face, crouching low enough to pull you in. His warm mouth finds your breast, pressing a soft kiss there.

He looks up, the tip of tongue slipping out to grace the flesh of your breast. “You’ve got pretty titties.”

He swallows, tugging your bra down to expose both breasts. His eyes shift between the two, grasping both in his hands and clenching them together. Moans muffle as he plants open-mouthed kisses between the two.

“So—fucking—pretty—” The words scatter between kisses in a rush, unable to stray too long from your chest. “I just want…”

He takes your nipple in his mouth, robbing him from the rest of that statement, sucking hard to verbalize the rest.

Not to leave the other breast neglected, Porco squeezes the flesh, twisting the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

A hiss slips between your clenched teeth, and you flinch forward from the sudden burst of pleasure.

He’s more than content to be this close, burying his face deeper, sucking, biting, squeezing, leaving beautiful marks, with a hooded gaze locked skywards.

The adrenaline flows through your blood, flaring your pulse at the sudden rattling of the door handle.

Porco pays it no mind, if anything he’s deaf to it, moans vibrating against your chest. He takes your nipple between his teeth and tugs at it.

The sting blooms beneath a tender bruise forming, sparking ever nerve in your body, reaching your center. On instinct, your legs yank him in, and he laughs, flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck—you’re something else.” He comes up for air, divining his tongue into your mouth. Fingers crawl up your thighs, digging past the hem of your denim shorts, so close to brushing against your core. “These are cute…”

A sigh of bliss spills out of you.

“You like this, don’t you? That’s why you wore these shorts.” Porco teases—lips on your neck, fingers on your apex. “Somebody’s excited…”

This time a gasp springs forth, a shudder crawling down your spine. You scoot forward on the counter and Porco presses his finger against the damp spot of your panties.

Your hand trails down to Porco’s wrist, guiding him to keep going. His finger hooks into the gusset of your panties.

The rattling resurfaces, louder this time, along with a pounding against the door.

“Hello? Is someone in there?” A man calls out.

This time you’re sure Porco hears it. Despite keeping his attention on you, his brow twitches, the scowl he’s worn all day deepens the more the door rattles.

You do your best to retain his attention, not just for your sake but for Porco’s too.

However, the clench in his jaw and the tension running tight in his throat, both from the mounting irritation and sexual frustration, your body flushes with a new wave of heat, dripping onto Porco’s hand.

Rough fingers unbutton your shorts, and the sharp zip of your fly is drowned out by another round of heavy knocking.

“Open up!”

Porco growls, whipping around. “It’s fucking occupied!” His voice echoes in the restroom, loud enough to send the man outside the message.

The last you hear is an annoyed groan (“Get a fucking hotel”).

“Fucking loser,” Porco says, words strained in his throat.

You can’t help but watch him, mouth agape, stunned to be turned on by his short fuse. Maybe it’s the IPA tickling your nerves, or maybe it’s the heat of the moment, but you’re already so wet, you can’t take waiting anymore.

“Porco, please.”

It’s enough to restore Porco’s attention. He smirks, hoisting you by the hips to bring you back on your feet.

He slots his mouth over yours in a greedy kiss. You take the chance to undo his belt.

Porco does the same, sliding your shorts down to your thighs. Just as you’re about to slide his pants down, Porco grabs hold of your arms and spins you around.

“Face the mirror,” he says, punctuated with a sharp slap to your ass.

You yelp, watching him fish out a condom from his pocket. Shoving his pants down to his ankles, you eye his reflection, admiring the strong arms first, only for your attention to drift to his thick cock that springs free.

There’s a flicker of realization that moves through you. This is the first man you’re going to have sex with since your break-up. No one else has touched you in the three years you’ve been with Colt. You had expected it to feel wrong to be in this position. But you’ve never been more sure of anything else.

You bristle, nerves aflame with anticipation.

If there’s anything you’ve learned from Porco in the few hours that you’ve known him, is that he’s hasty, a facet you welcome eagerly.

The tip of his dick kisses your folds, sliding up and down, you breathe out, fogging up the mirror. You catch the smirk in Porco’s reflection despite that.

Strong hands take your hips with ironclad pressure, and he pushes into you.

Your mouth falls open, blowing out a sigh. You feel the tight strain, getting accustomed to his size. Everything about him is different, new. Nothing about him feels like Colt. Not the fullness of his cock, and definitely not the pace, because the second Porco reaches the end of you, he pulls back and slams forward.

Your hips bump into the edge of the counter, again and again, a wonderful kind of pain. Porco’s hands come around, groping your tits tightly as he leans forward to bite onto your shoulder.

It’s more than the roughness that you bask in, more than a man as attractive as Porco plowing into you. It’s the thrill of being spontaneous, the excitement of trying something new, to be daring, getting fucked in a public space with other strangers on the other side of the door.

You moan out, anchoring your hands on the counter and the mirror, fixated on the pair of eyes glued to your reflection.

“Porco—yes—just like that—”

“I got you, beautiful,” he pants into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth there too. “Fuck—you feel too good—and these fucking tits.” He squeezes your breast, while his other trails downwards.

A sharp gasp floats in the air. Porco rubs your clit to match the same pace as his thrusts, continue to spoil your neck with attention.

“C’mon doll,” he breathes. “I want you to cum for me. Keep those pretty eyes on the mirror.” He snaps his hips, thrusting deeper into you.

Your lower back starts to ache as the throbbing in your pussy intensifies. “Shit. Porco don’t stop.”

He kisses your shoulder, hot breath burning into your skin. “Cum for me.”

You twitch from the sting of teeth on your shoulder and the swiping of his fingers grant you your release.

You shudder, arms trembling to keep you up as Porco plows into you.

He groans, bringing his hand up to your mouth, having you taste yourself. Sucking his fingers clean, Porco’s unable to hold off any longer, his pace is more hurried and sharper.

“I’m going to cum—” He groans again, head thrown back, exposing the column of his neck in the mirror.

You wince at the tight squeeze around your breast, but you’re too spent to shake him off.

A moment passes and Porco’s head falls into your shoulder, blond strands cling to his sweaty forehead.

You wiggle your ass, and he pulls out, catching his breath and peppering kisses on your shoulder and nape.

“Shit,” he says at last. “Oh my God…” He swallows. “You’re fucking awesome.”

Cutting a glance away from his reflection, you take stock in your appearance. Your hairline shines with a layer of sweat, hair at a disarray though not as bad as Porco’s. Puffy lips and teeth marks all over your breasts. He devoured you, ravished you in a way that you haven’t been in a long time.

Like a firefly brought to life from the touch, something new yet familiar has reawakened inside of you, and you smile at this newfound, but restored version of yourself. The version that craves to explore, experience, and experiment.

Colt flits across your mind, but you know it’s normal. He’ll be there for a while as you continue to sort through this new beginning.

You turn around, smile widening at Porco’s smug expression. The moment untouchable, not even the renewed pounding of the door can ruin it.

After getting redressed, Porco’s glare shoos off the men waiting for the restroom as you both step out.

Though the game ended a while ago, the bar is still stuffed with throngs of people; some wanting to celebrate their team’s victory and the others to wallow in their loss.

You’re not put out when Porco decides to stay. You both got what you wanted after all, and you give him a hug before taking off.

Maybe you’ll see each other again, maybe you won’t.

Either way, you’ve given Porco a parting gift to hold onto. As you slip out of the bar, you cross your arms to shield the hardened nipples poking through your shirt.

That bra wasn’t special, you have others at home.

☻ masterpost☻ taglist: @moonmalice

#porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard x you #porco x you #porco x reader #aot #aot smut #porco smut #attack on titan fanfiction #snk #snk smut #attack on titan #dtf only series #mochi-writings #mochimooon

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moralesluvr · 11 months

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Maneater!reader x hobie, they r dating but he can’t help but listen to their old ex stories and realizes they actually turn guys stupid and obsessive. He likes it i just know it

dirty dark obsession ft. hobie brown

♡ pairings & aus: hobie brown x maneater!fem!black!reader ♡ summary: hobie listens to your old crazy ex stories lol ♡ warnings: two teeny swears, reader being sexy, hobie being obsessed w said sexy reader (thats u fren!) ♡ a/n: thank you for your request! ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

"...AND NEXT THING YOU KNOW, he wouldn't stop calling or texting me." You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend, sticking your pointy red acrylics into a grape and popping it into your mouth. Hobie looks at you with wide eyes, laughing, "That's embarrassin'. 'Specially because you told him you were done, no?"

"Oh yeah," you nodded as you walked around your bedroom, looking for something to wear. You (more like just you because you took forever to get ready) and Hobie were getting ready for your date that was in an hour or so. You rummaged through your closet, picking up a tight black dress. You slid out of your pajama shorts, "And then there was this one guy who I used to date...we weren't even in a relationship, we would jus' go out on dates for fun. Anyway, he used to send me flowers and teddy bears 'n stuff even after I had called things off. It was so weird. I could only get him to go away by tellin' him I was pregnant."

The last part makes your boyfriend laugh. He's laying on your bed playing with some of your stuffed animals and decorations, "Pregnant? Where the hell were you findin' these people?"

You wrap your arms across each other and remove your cropped sleeping shirt, throwing it into the hamper beside you. Slipping the dress underneath you and up your legs, you shrug, "They 'jus came to me, to be honest. Although at one point, there was a girl that was friends with my friend, and would magically 'show up' at all my parties I threw. I never even knew her name."

As you slip the dress on, admiring yourself in the mirror and adjusting it to your liking, you see Hobie's big hands meet your waist in your reflection. You look up at him with a loving grin, "Whatcha' doing, Bee?"

"Nothin', you're just so badass, y'know? My girl's got people fallin' for her left and right."

You chuckle at his statement as you run your hands over your curves, your hands meeting his. You turn around and meet eyes with your lover, his hands moving from your waist to your bum. He gives it a squeeze, "So pretty. You've got me absolutely smitten."

"Would you send me gifts and show up randomly at my parties to show how absolutely smitten you are?" You mocked, your tongue poking through your teeth teasingly. Hobie nods,

"Oh no, definitely."

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Burning in a Hopeless Dream

Boston QZ: Part 4

A/N: this chapter, and the next are extremely crucial to the stories plot. It focuses on Joel’s conflicted feelings for you, and for Tess. (love triangle baby) buckle up and we can laugh through the pain together, cheers! ☻

Summary: two months have passed since Joel taught you a lesson. One day in October, you come down with the flu, throughout the night your condition worsens, and Joel makes the decision that him and Tess will go to Bill and Franks to get you medicine.

~word count : 3.7k~

Warnings: age gap (m/c is 28) angst, love triangle brewing, soft!joel, protective!joel, m/c is sick, talk of guns, swearing, unrequited love, mild praise kink (+18) minors dni !

Songs for this chapter:

“Touch” by Sleeping At Last

“Forget Me Not” by The Civil Wars

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October 2020: Boston QZ

October had always been your favorite month. A whole month dedicated to spooks? Watching scary movies, dressing up and of course, candy. You absolutely loved dressing up for Halloween as a child. You always had a costume picked out far in advance. You were 11 and this year you were going to go as “Dani Dennison” from Hocus Pocus, your ultimate favorite Halloween movie, and your favorite character. Dani was a little spit fire, just like you. Your mom had sewn you a replica of Dani’s costume, witch's hat and all. You remembered the excitement of seeing it on the hanger in your childhood room one day after school in mid September, days before the world as you knew it would end. You never got the chance to wear your Dani Dennison costume, the world ended September 26th, 2003. You imagined now, your little costume, moth eaten and disintegrating to nothing but a precious memory.

October meant nothing to you anymore. You were grown, you had seen things and your soul had hardened. Your love for Halloween remained a distant memory of your childhood and it would stay there. Two months had passed since your night with Joel. You kept your promise to never speak of what happened between you to anyone. You were more cautious of your whereabouts and you wanted to give Joel a reason for him to trust you, to rely on you again.

The air was chilly as you walked home from another grueling day shoveling shit. Your body ached and your head throbbed. Your throat was raw and inflamed. You were coming down with something, you were certain of it. Catching a cold or any illness was not taken lightly by Fedra. Those fucks couldn’t differentiate a common cold from being infected and you knew that you had to get home quick. You took the back alleyways home instead of the main streets, ducking between tight corners as you moved through the shadows. The sun had nearly disappeared on the horizon by the time you made it back to the apartment. You could hear the Fedra trucks outside, making their rounds for civilians out past curfew. You had just barely made it, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you locked the door behind you.

Tess and Joel were on a run and wouldn’t be back till the morning. With the weather changing they needed to stack up on supplies, it was crucial. You slowly sank down onto the couch, rubbing your hands over your face. You felt like fucking shit. Leaning back, with your eyes closed, you took a few deep breaths. Maybe this would just be a small cold that would last a couple days. You wanted to convince yourself that it wasn’t something worse. Just a stupid little cold that you could easily get over.

By midnight you were in pure misery. Your body ached one hour and the next you had the chills. You were sweating profusely and your forehead was hot to the touch and you looked pale. You did your best to hide your coughs, afraid that with the thin walls, someone might hear you.

At 12:30 you heard the doorknob jiggle and your blood went ice cold, you watched it open as Tess and Joel quietly slipped inside, they hadn’t noticed your huddled form on the couch yet.

You coughed into your sleeve.

Immediately, Joel and Tess whipped around, both with guns drawn on instinct but when he saw it was only you, his shoulders relaxed slightly as he slowly lowered his gun.

“Christ, Gwen. The hell are you doin up at this hour?”

He took a step towards the couch, Tess behind him, gun still drawn. Then he saw your face and the sweat dripping down your brows and your body trembling, even under the thick blanket that embraced you.

You couldn’t speak, your throat was so raw that your voice was nearly gone as you let out another a low cough, eyes trained on both of them, nervously.

“Joel, it’s not what you think it is—“

He cut you off then, gun raised as he took a step back, instinctively pushing Tess behind his broad form with his free hand.

“You’re fuckin infected?!” He harshly whispered with his finger hovering over the trigger.

You slowly raised your hands above your head then, body still trembling and your mind felt hazy from the fever.

“I’m not infected Joel. I’m sick. A cold or flu or somethin! I swear. I’m not infected.” Your heart was racing and your lower lip quivered, a single tear slowly rolling down your cheek, dripping down your chin. Your glossy eyes desperately pleading with him to believe that you were telling the truth.

“Joel you gotta–” Tess intervened but he cut her off too.

“Don’t, Tess. Alright? Just give me a minute here.” He spoke, while still pointing his gun at you, right between your eyes. You knew he could pull the trigger at any moment, ending your short time on earth. To your surprise, he instead pulled out the device that was used by Fedra soldiers to check new QZ residents for the cordyceps infection. For a moment, you thought about where the hell he had gotten the device but now was not the time for questions.

“I’m gonna need ya to turn your neck towards me doll, nice and slow. You make any sudden movement, and I’ll shoot. Do I make myself clear?” He spoke sternly, watching you intensely, his own palms beginning to sweat. He knew that if the device turned bright red, he’d have no choice but to pull the trigger. Joel wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he found himself silently praying for the device to turn green.

You gave him a meek nod, arms still raised behind your head, they were beginning to ache but you didn’t dare move them. You knew Joel would shoot you, he wouldn’t hesitate.

“Yes, Joel.” You spoke just above a whisper and slowly, you turned your neck to him, feeling your pulse ringing in your ears.

“Good girl.” He took a deep breath, as he lowered the device to the base of your neck, pressing the button and watched you wince from the slight pinch. You both held your breath for those fleeting seconds as the device beeped. It turned green a moment later. You were not infected. You had told him the truth. Relief spread across Joel’s face and you mirrored him, finally bringing your arms down from your head as he lowered his gun, slipping it back into his holster.

“Not infected.” He breathed out, momentarily glancing back at Tess, who still had her gun trained on you even after the device turned green. One stern look from her partner, and she was stuffing it back in her holster. “What a relief. She lives another day. Oh joy.” She muttered to herself.

“I told you I was telling the truth, Joel.” You spoke finally, bringing your hand up to your chest to feel your heart rate return to normal but you were still very much unwell.

“I know, I know, doll. I just had to be sure. M’sorry if I scared you. Can never be too careful.” He sighed then, setting the device down on the coffee table carefully then before he brought the back of his hand to your forehead, his lips curving into a deep frown when he could feel how hot your skin was under his touch.

“Fuck.” “You’re burning up Gwen. How long have you had this fever for huh? Just for today? For a few hours?”

He was asking too many questions at once for you to be able to keep up but his concern for you was evident.

“I—I don’t know. Maybe a few hours? I started feelin like shit right before my shift was up. Took the back alleys to avoid any Fedra soldiers and then it just started getting worse.”

You coughed into your sleeve again, falling back into the couch, exhausted.

“Tess, Tess! Get me a cold washcloth now.” He spoke urgently to his partner, his worried eyes trained on your shivering form as he slowly sank down to his knees so he was more on your level. His back ached but he didn’t care.

“You sure you weren’t seen? No one heard you? You know what Fedra would do if they saw you like this, right? They wouldn’t hesitate. Those fucks don’t know how to tell the difference between being infected versus bein ill.”

Tess reluctantly went and grabbed a washcloth from the kitchen, drenching it in cold water before she rang it out and brought it over to her partner, giving you a disapproving look before she turned on her heel and walked away.

“I know what they would have done to me, Joel. I know they wouldn’t hesitate. That’s why I took the back alleys. Like you taught me. I was careful, I was quiet.”

“Good girl. M’proud of you.” He spoke softly as he brought the washcloth over your forehead. “Gonna get you some help okay? Just need you to stay here and rest. Tess and I might need to go on a run again. We’ll get ya some medicine and you’ll be as good as new, I promise.”

Your heart absolutely melted in your chest from Joel’s concern over your well-being. You didn’t expect him to care, let alone potentially risk his life to get you some damn medicine. This was so against Joel’s nature, you thought.

“Joel, you don’t need to go on another run for me. It’s fine. I’ll be alright. Really, I’m not gonna let a fever take me out.”

“No.” He was stern with you now. “You’re not gonna fight me on this. You’re gonna rest these next few days and Tess and I will go to Bill and Franks. We'll get the medicine and be back in 3 days time. Now rest, don’t make me ask twice.”

“You already did ask twice, Miller.” You laughed quietly before coughing.

Joel didn’t find it funny. Not one bit, as he was too concerned that your fever could get worse if he didn’t act fast enough. He slowly rose from his knees then, you heard them crack as he muttered under his breath, taking one last look at your shivering form before he walked away to find Tess.

He leaned against the door jamb of their shared room, arms crossed over his chest.

“We gotta go to Bill and Frank’s, first thing tomorrow morning.”

Tess slowly looked up at her partner as she sat on the edge of bed and shook her head.

“Joel, we nearly were just caught on this last run. She’s got a fever, man. She’s not on her fucking death bed.”

“Did you fuckin hear me? We’re goin to Bill and Frank’s tomorrow. Her fever could get worse. She could be on her death bed in a matter of days if we don’t make this run.”

He paused then before continuing.

“She needs medicine, Tess. Please, do this for me.”

Tess took a deep breath then, placing her hands on her knees then feeling exhausted from the day and just wanted to sleep.

“Fine. We’ll go to Bill and Frank’s. We’ll get her the medicine and then we’ll come home.”

Joel let out a sigh of relief, grateful that his partner didn’t have it in her to fight him on this.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” She slumped down on the mattress then, rolling over with her back facing him. He joined her shortly after. She could feel the dip of the mattress from his body, his strong arms wounding around her waist as he pulled her back against his chest, nuzzling his face into her neck where he pressed a soft kiss into her skin, breathing her in.

“G’night.” He whispered softly into the nape of her neck.

Tess didn’t respond. She instead placed her hands over his, interlocking their fingers as she settled into a deep slumber, listening to his steady heartbeat lull her to sleep.

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Your fever had gotten worse through the night. Joel had hardly been able to sleep when he could hear your painful coughs fill the stagnant air and it twisted his heart painfully. You were beyond miserable, nearly begging death to take you out. Anything was better than feeling the oxygen being stolen from your lungs.

When the sun began to slowly peek in the sky, creating an array of orange and red hues, Joel slowly rose from the bed. Untangling his body from Tess’s. He was kind enough to drape his half of the coarse blanket around her, not wanting to disturb her slumber. He watched as she grabbed ahold of the blanket and pulled it tighter around her. He leaned down then, pressing a ghost of a kiss to her head before he quietly left their joined room, softly closing the door behind him.

Joel was apprehensive as he padded down the hall. He was afraid of what he might see as the couch with your curled up form, in a tight ball came into his view. His heart physically ached at the sight of you. You were shivering, mumbling in your sleep while you clutched the blanket like your life depended on it. He slowly walked over to the couch, sinking down to his knees in front of you. His touch was extremely delicate as he gently brushed a few strands of your sweat soaked hair from your forehead. His lips were set in a deep frown. Why did it have to be you to get so sick? Why couldn’t it be him? You instinctively leaned into the soft touch of his fingers, your lashes slowly fluttering open. “Joel.” You hoarsely whispered, lips trembling.

“Shh.” He whispered. “M’gonna get you the medicine okay? G’nna take care of you. You’re gonna be alright, doll. I promise. Just need ya to hang in there for a few days, okay?” He rasped. His voice was comforting at this early hour. His words were so soft spoken, you swore you were hallucinating. Or, it was just the fever overtaking your senses.

“I’m f-fine Joel. Just a fever, that's all. A real terrible fuckin fever.”

He chuckled under his breath then because only you would be so defiant of your own illness. A real trooper is what you were. There’s no way you were going to let this fever take you out.

“I know, doll. I know. You’re a tough little thing, that’s a fact.” He sighed, removing his fingers from your forehead as he slowly rose from his knees. “G’nna give Tess another 20 and then we’re gonna get goin. Don’t want to waste anymore time.”

You swallowed the lump growing in your throat as you watched him rise from the floor. Locking eyes with him for a brief moment before he had looked away.

“Three days and you’ll be back, right?” You spoke just above a whisper, feeling the rawness of your throat screaming at you.

“Yes. I promise. Three days' time and I'll be back.” He reassured you as he walked over to the window, glancing down at the barren street, knowing that the window of opportunity for him and Tess to leave without Fedra noticing would be up by the hour.

“You really don’t have to go and do this for me Joel. I don’t want you and Tess risking your lives for me. Risking the chance of you both getting thrown in lock up? I don’t want that to happen.”

He turned towards you then, arms down at his side and he huffed, frustratingly.

“I’m a cruel man, doll. However, m’not cruel enough to sit here and watch you suffer. I’ve still got some of my compassion left. Just enough for you.”

He had shuffled over to the end of the couch, sinking down as he felt around for the loose floorboard, pulling up the plank of wood, setting it down to the side. Reaching into the hole in the flooring, he pulled out a carton of bullets and a revolver that he had stashed away.

“Joel.”

“Gwen.” He spoke in the same tone as you. Looking up at you from the floor with his eyebrow raised.

“You done fightin’ me on this now?”

“No.”

He sighed then. Placing the loose plank of wood back in place before he stood up.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good Gwen.”

“I know I am.”

You saw his lips curve up ever so slightly from your banter.

“At least we’re able to agree on one thing.” He spoke with amusement in his voice.

The lighthearted moment you shared together came to an abrupt end. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife as Joel slowly sank down onto the end of the couch, expertly loading the cylinder of the revolver with the cartridges. You couldn’t help but watch his hands as they worked. You imagined he had done this over a thousand times by now.

“You listen now, alright? Anyone that tries to come through that door, you shoot. Don’t hesitate because chances are, they’ll shoot first. Don’t give ‘em the opportunity.”

“Joel, I highly doubt that anyone–” He cut you off then.

“Gwen, this ain’t no time for games alright? M’not gonna be here to protect ya. If people hear that Tess and I are out of town they will come. Don’t fight me on this.” He spoke sternly, his eyes trained on you, brows furrowed in a deep line.

“Okay.” You breathed out. “I won’t give them the opportunity to shoot first.”

“Good girl.” He handed you the gun then, barrel facing towards the floor.

“Now, show me how you hold it. No one handed shit either. This ain’t the movies.”

He watched as you grabbed the base of the gun, carefully with both hands. You knew how to wield a knife like it was the back of your hand, but guns were a whole new territory for you.

“Not bad for a first timer.” He leaned over to you then, placing his large hands over yours to adjust your grip, gently moving your thumbs so they were interlocked over each other. “Thumb over your thumb, left hand squeezes down on the right. You got it?”

You watched carefully as he adjusted your grip, his close proximity was enough to make your head spin and when he was sure you could handle it, he moved his hands off of yours, his eyes focused on your face as you gave him a slight nod.

“Yeah, I think I got it. Seems simple enough.”

“Let’s just hope you don’t have to use it. Just giving it to ya as an extra precaution.” He said as he gently grabbed the gun from your grip and set it down on the coffee table. “When you’re feelin better, I'll teach you how to properly shoot. You’re gonna need to know how if you eventually want to go on more runs.”

He gave your calf a slight squeeze then, his eyes reassuring you that you’d be just fine, and you believed him. “Yeah, figured I would need to use one of these eventually.”

He slowly stood from the couch then, readjusting your blanket so that it covered your feet. Joel could be a real softy when he wanted to be. It was a rare occurrence for him to be gentle and patient with you. Those were two things that Joel Miller wasn’t the best at. With you, he made the effort and you greatly appreciated it.

Joel didn’t know what to say at that moment. He didn’t want to freak you out with the possibility that this fever could in fact take you out. He wanted you to remain calm for him, but this was shit he wasn’t good at. So all he could do now was look at you, taking a mental picture in his mind of your features, in case he never got to see them again. You both knew there was a possibility that you wouldn’t see each other again. That was just the cruel reality of the world you lived in now.

20 minutes had passed and Tess had come out of the bedroom, dressed with her bag over her shoulder, gun on her hip and her usual displeased look on her face when she saw that you were very much still alive.

“We gotta get movin, Joel.” She had walked past him into the kitchen, grabbing a small stash of food and shoved it in her backpack.

“I’ll be outside. So make it quick. I’d like to avoid running into any Fedra soldiers, and I’m not really in the mood to kill anyone this early if we can avoid it.” She laced her boots up then by the door and slipped her jacket on before taking one last look at you, shaking her head slightly as she slipped out the door, closing it behind her.

“Alright, doll. Remember what I said. Don’t give anyone the opportunity to shoot first, thumb over your thumb. Don’t go do somethin stupid either. Like shootin your ass off or somethin like that.” He adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder, as he looked at you.

“Joel, I’m not gonna go and shoot my ass off. I doubt I’ll be doing much of anything for the next few days.”

“I know, but I just wanted to make myself clear.” He walked over to you then, setting down a few books and a ration of food and a canister of water.

“You’ve made yourself as clear as day.”

He adjusted his gun on his holster then as he took one last look at you. “I’ll be back soon. I promise. Get some rest and don’t worry about Tess and I out there. We’ll be alright.” He wanted to hug you, kiss you even but time was ticking and he had to move.

You gave him a little salute then, watching his back turn as he walked towards the door and grabbed the handle, slowly turning it before he looked back at you, giving you a slight nod and then he was gone. You heard the sound of the door locking, and he had jiggled it for good measure. You could hear his and Tess’s footsteps echoing down the hall. Each step becoming softer, and softer till you could hear them no more. Now it was just you, in the dead silence of their apartment. You held his promise of return like an oath. Joel Miller was a lot of things, but he was not a liar. You knew he would return to you.

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A/N: Hey guys! I managed to get this chapter out early coz I am so hot and amazing at everything my social life is at an all time low and we have Easter break. Some foreshadowing if you guys can guess, but keep it to yourselves for now. Mommy issues y/n? That’s a first 😨😨😨😨. This chapter is also Lucifer basically being: “No, you’re so sexy haha don’t cry”

Also, the slow burn is burning now! YAYYA 🎉

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You sit on the patio of your home, feeling as though you’re rotting away.

It’s been 5 days since Adam’s full blown out tantrum, but it feels like it’s been 5 lifetimes.

A cockatiel lands on your table, its bulging inky eyes staring at you, vying for your attention.

You laugh, and give it some crumbs of your leftover toast from breakfast that you couldn’t bear to finish.

The bird eats them graciously, and flies away, you watching enviously.

Oh, how you wished you were that bird. Carefree, and not trapped in the gilded cage that you are in.

If only…

Bzz bzz

Your phone rings. The contact Mom glows on your screen.

Unwillingly, you swipe right.

“Hey mom, what's up?” This woman never calls you, unless there are three instances; she needs you to get her something of monetary worth, wishing you a happy birthday/any other significant holiday, or-

“Darling, there's something I need to talk to you about. A little birdie told me that you've been stepping out of line recently~”

Ah yes. The third instance. The times when your actual fucking personality shows, even for a sliver of a moment, and how it could potentially hurt your ‘relationship’ with Adam.

“Mom, it's not that big of a deal. I just was feeling rough recently, and-”

“Well it doesn't matter what you feel does it? What matters is that you honour our family. Being married to Adam is what's best for you. You acting outwardly is seriously jeaprodising your relationship, and I am just trying to help you stop before it's too late,” Your maternal figure’s sing-song-like voice turns sharp in an instant, like it could cut through butter.

“You were always a wild child, a disappointment, I am trying to help you-”

You interrupt.

“How are you helping?! Belittling me, treating me as some sort of– some do Ill?! I have tried, given my whole entire fucking life, trying to please you in every way, but somehow, it's never enough! And when I do fuck up, suddenly I'm a failure in your eyes?!”

Silence.

“You better mind your language young lady,”

“NO! I will NOT mind my FUCKING LANGUAGE. I will swear when I want to, and I will do whatever I FUCKING WANT! I AM DONE WITH YOU AND YOU- YOUR WAY OF THINGS!”

You press the end button, calmly.

You storm up to your bedroom and closed the door. Calmly.

You look at the bookshelf, always so perfectly clean, scarce of dust.

Perfectly clean, no imperfections.

You let out a cry of irritation and just start throwing out books, ripping the pages of each, crumpling sheets of paper, sobbing hot angry tears while doing so.

When that was done, you just bring the entire bookshelf down with a bang, and you stomp on it until you feel a sharp pain in your foot, surely that's a splinter right there.

You stumble over into your bed and scream and cry in your pillow, amongst the mess.

You submerge yourself in your pillow even more, until your anger numbs away, leaving you with a throbbing pain in your head.

Absolutely drained from your outburst, you drift off.

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Everywhere is foggy.

You look around, looking for anything of use, when your attention is turned to a glowing light, placed on a rusted pedestal.

Since it's the only thing that piques interest, you touch the fluorescent ball and yelp when it scorches your hand.

“Ow,” you pull your hand away and decide to look for anything else.

As you trek through the nothingness, you feel like you're being tugged down by an anchor, or treading through quicksand.

Suddenly, the ground gives way under your feet.

You’re falling.

The cold air whistles through your ears.

You try to fly with your wings, but nothing; it feels like they have been ruthlessly ripped from your body.

You feel as though you're being stretched, squished and deformed like play dough, until you hear and feel something cracking. As you fall, you look towards the light.

At the entrance of the hole, there are many, unidentifiable figures, just, staring at your downfall.

You want to scream and cry for help, but it feels like your mouth has been cemented shut.

A faint noise calls your name, which sounds closer and closer each time as you fall helplessly.

You make a successful-ish attempt to turn on your stomach.

In your horror, you see a halo, cracked and muted of its previous glow. Your halo.

Not that far below you, there are hot red coals.

Oh God.

The voice becomes louder and closer and you hit the ground with a scream.

You jump up, to find yourself back in the dump that is your bedroom, slicked with sweat.

“Oh my God, Y/N! Are you alright?” Emily, who was tentatively paving the way to get to your pathetic self.

“Emi, hi… Yeah, just eh, rough day,” you smile weakly at the Seraphim, who’s concerned expression shows that she doesn't believe you, but she doesn’t want to put you under pressure.

“What’s all of this?” Emily motions to the wrecked room.

“Adam pulled a tantrum again?”

“Huh? Oh that, nono, sorry uhm,” you pause to clean the room as it was with the snap of your fingers.

“Why are you here Emi? Do you need something?” You wipe your eyes, but your bloodshot eyes are still apparent.

“No, I just wanted to hang out with you, but I can come back if it's a bad time,” The Seraphim stumbles over her words as she looks up at you, slightly flushing.

“No, no you can stay. I’m just a little bit shaken up, but yep you can stay. Uhm….” you trail off.

This place is feels really constraining

You need an escape.

“Hey Emily, wanna go on an adventure?” You put on a face of newfound enthusiasm. The Seraphim just had that effect on people.

“Of course! But er, where?”

“Shh, it's a surprise, now let's go!” You push Emily into the portal you made and go in yourself.

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“Woah, this is what it's like?” Emily says as she looks around the hellish landscape like a lost puppy.

She snaps out of it when you drag her out of the way of a thrown carcass headed towards the both of you.

“Yeah, let's head inside,” You manoeuvre her into the hotel.

The lobby is more populated than your last visits to the establishment, though all faces are familiar.

“Emily, meet Angel, Husk Alastor, Charlie, who you know already, and-” Your voice dies down in your throat at the sight of the Demon King, with his strapping jacket and top hat.

What is going on with you today?

“And Lucifer,” You motion to the King, who gives you both an acknowledging nod.

Your heart misses a beat.

“Well uh, there's one more but I don't know where she is… WOAH NIFFTY!”

The little scamp runs towards the Seraphim with a knife about to stab her with malicious intent.

“Niffty, no. No stabbing any more angels we talked about this,” Angel grabs the knife from the housemaid and throws it in the trash can.

“Ugh, not a bad boy,” Nifty grumbles and begrudgingly rushes off to god knows where.

“Well everyone, this is Emily, not sure if Charlie has told you about her but-”

“Is she your kid?” Angel asks.

“I’m sorry, what? Oh no, no she is not my kid pff,” you say.

“Huh,”

“Well as I was trying to say, Emily here is another person on our side,” You give Emi an encouraging squeeze of the shoulders.

“Well this is quite the improvement. Salutations! Pleasure to meet you,” The radio demon greets himself, extending his hand to shake Emily's.

She takes it, though cautious.

She turns to Charlie and warms up to the amicable face.

“Hi, Emily, er obviously you know who I am,” The princess of Hell welcomes her, as some of the other Hotel residents go off doing their own thing.

“Oh yes. Y/N told me about you, obviously we've met before, but under less casual circumstances,” Emily scrambles for conversation.

Obviously, they need a little push to loosen up with each other.

“Charlie, maybe show Emily the garden? Or maybe the entire hotel for that matter. Emi here has been dying to have a look around,”

“Oh yes! Let me show you some of the suites, I decorated them myself,” Filled with giddiness, Charlie beckons the Seraphim upstairs.

Emily turns to you, unsure.

“Go on, don't worry, I'll be waiting here!” You give her a persuasive smile and shoo the pair upstairs.

Now you had some time to kill…

“Hey!”

“Agh!” You jump at the voice of Lucifer.

“Geez, am I that scary?” He laughs and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Pff as if-” You snicker and give him a playful shove back.

“Anyway, how've you been? How's the old rusted machine been?”

“Are you always going to make digs and remarks at my husband in an attempt to get all three of his wives in your pants?” You raise an eyebrow sarcastically.

He sighs, feigning sorrow. “You know me too well. I thought it was the perfect plan, but clearly I'll have to tune it a bit,” The demon rattles on, but your brain fixates on the one word he said.

Perfect.

Something you try so, so hard to be, but apparently isn't enough for your mom.

If your mom doesn't love you as you are.

Well, what's to say anyone can?

“Well, what do you say, Butter-Duck? You have to find a nickname for me, but I'll call you that regardless, hmm?”

His question brings you back to the conversation.

Which, leads you to ugly, fat tears.

Lucifer’s face contorts into panic.

“Wait, I'm sorry, it's was a rubbish nickname, sorry I thought it was funny-” He puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“No, no it's not that,” You rub your eyes, your voice croaky.

“The reason is quite silly, really, it's fine, I'm just being stupid hahha,”

Lucifer is not convinced.

“Listen, you helped me out the other day, and even though I'm not good at this comforting stuff, please, at least let me listen,” He gives you a weak, gorgeous smile, one that is enough to make you stop crying about.

Okay, it's really becoming an issue of you being distracted by…

Him.

“Well, just an argument with my mom; basically just her saying how much of a disappointment I am and-” your voice creaks.

“And?”

“And I suddenly just don’t feel like her daughter,just a burden she has to put up with, and then what’s the point of all of this if you're not perfect,”

And breathe.

You put your face in your hands.

“I’ll never find love,”

“Hang on, but isn't Adam your husband? Don't you love him?”

“No, I don't. It was a marriage purely organised by my parents. Completely transactional,” you mutter dejectedly.

“Shit, that really sucks. Listen, I know it's hard to hear, but you need to hear it. Nobody is perfect. No one. That's what makes people interesting. And your mom wanting you to be that is far from perfect of her. Not sure if you're aware, but we're in Hell, right now, amongst many people who are basically morality rejects. But you, you're a Winner. Not in the physical sense, but also metaphorically. And for what it's worth…” Lucifer takes a moment to mull over his next words.

“Many people love you, like Charlie and, that Seraphim, Emilia?”

“Emily” You amend.

“Anyway, that's besides the point. The point is that you have many people that adore you, and that's what matters most,” Lucifer comes closer and stiffly puts his arms around you, which you return.

“Thank you, Lucifer,” You sniffle into his shoulder.

“No problem, anytime. You are my friend after all,” He gently smiles.

Your heart flutters. Friend? As in, person he considers more than an acquaintance?

“So, what's this about a Butter-Duck?” You tease.

“What? I thought it'd be a cool nickname for you,” He huffs.

“Alright, alright… Let me think of a nickname for you then… Lulu!”

He grimaces. “Ugh, that sounds like a name for a baby products brand!”

“Oddly specific, but if it annoys you more, all the better!”

“Ugh, you're like worst than some sinners here I swear,”

“Who said Angel’s can't be jokesters too?” You give him a wink.

He coughs, a rosy red complexion appearing on his face.

꧁ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ꧂

Emily and Charlie come back into the lobby, to you and Lucifer making small talk on the couch.

“Ready to go?”

Emily nods. She goes to hugs Charlie, which is reciprocated.

“Well, I’ll see you around?” You squeeze the demon’s king hand.

He looks at you, and nods, hesitant to return the gesture, as if you were glass.

“Yes, I will,”

As you and Emily leave to make your way back to Heaven, you could've sworn you heard Lucifer whisper three words.

“I love you,”

You turn back with a questioning expression, but all that was on his face was nonchalance.

꧁🥀☽💫✶♛🐣♕✶💫☾🥀꧂

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[🌸] solace w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 1,342 words ✿ in which they had a long day and just long for the comfort from you, only to be surprised when you were waiting in their room for them to get home

for the sake of this mini-fic, each member has their own personal room at the dorm compared to their current dorm arrangement ☻ [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut!

today had been near the brim for him. it’s been tiring, suffocating, and even though it’s in his passion, it’s days like these that feels too much to handle. he wants to see you, but he has to stop by the dorm to at least clean up before he can find you. he gets through the main door and kicks his shoes off. then, he pads towards his room and fumbles with the door to get it open. once the door opens...

[🐰] soobin the look soobin’s face says it all the second he steps through and looks up. he gapes, hand slipping from the door handle as he looks... he looks so tired, so helpless. you move from laying on his bed, turning your body to the side so you can plant your feet to the floor, “soobin...”

you slowly stand up, playing with your fingers as you do, “i uh... i know you’re busy today but i wanted to see you, so i let myself in and–”before you can finish your sentence, there’s this this gush of wind, a rush of movement that happens so quickly, you can barely process it. when you do, it’s soobin’s face in your neck as he takes a deep inhale, a shaky exhale after, and his arms tightly banded around your waist as he clings onto you like a lifeline. you gasp softly, but welcome him, feeling his body mold against yours like you were made for him; like he was made for you.

“is... everything okay? do you wanna talk about it?”

he shakes his head, and it’s a soft whimper of just want you to hold me. just wanna hold you like this. please. you nod a couple of times so he feels it. you have an arm wrapped around his shoulders while the other strokes the back of his head, down to the nape of his neck, and over and over again until soobin’s eyes stop trembling and slowly, calm down in your embrace. his breathing regulates and his heartbeat starts to give him a rest.

you did great to day, soobin-ah. you deserve to rest.

[🦊] yeonjun his eyes grow wide the second he meets with your gaze as you remain seated on his chair, flicking through a book on the table. “baby!” he greets with a grin, and he strides up to you without removing his bag, arms spread out for you to step into his embrace.

he pouts when you don’t, and instead take the time to analyse his features. “what is it? don’t wanna hug me?” you shake your head and get rid of the bag hanging on his shoulders, then you step in to hug him with your cheek pressed to his chest. “i... i have a feeling you’re not feeling... good, if that makes sense.”

he puts his arms around you with an awkward chuckle, “what’d you mean?”

“i can feel it, yeonjun-ah. you don’t have to pretend.”

he denies the first time, second, third... he sighs and rest his head by yours and lets his eyes close. he feels his eyes watering despite his eyes being closed and he squeezes you tight, unable to stop the shaky breath that escapes his lips. you soothingly rub his back with one hand, the other squeezing his waist as you try to comfort him silently and that... that was all yeonjun needed.

you don’t have to pretend around me, yeonjun-ah. you can rest easy now.

[🐯] beomgyu he flinches the second he processes you’re in his room. he smirks, tossing his bag down and closes the door behind him, “augh, missed me too much, did you?”

you scoff a laugh and you’re about to poke back at him but then you notice the heaviness in his eyes. it’s the way his lip doesn’t exactly go up all the way, and he looks... tired. maybe you were wrong, or maybe it was just a hunch but...

“w-what’re you doing?” he stammers when you stand in front of him, hands gently cupping his face. you give him a small kiss, then you grab ahold of his hands to put them around your waist and you do the same to him with your cheek turned to press against his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat.

“just... felt like this is the right thing to do.”

he gapes, stunned, but at the way you rub small circles with your palm on his lower back, the other holding onto him, beomgyu sinks into your safety net as he comes undone. on cue, it’s like you’ve allowed him to be in his emotions, and he’s sitting with them, with you, quietly, peacefully, at ease. it could’ve been a hunch or maybe it was an inkling that tells you to hug him but to beomgyu, it felt like the world was listening to his worries and granting them in the shape of you. for that... beomgyu squeezes you tight and remains silent, appreciating your embrace and feeling like things already felt a little bit better.

you don’t have to make people laugh all the time, beomgyu-ah. let yourself to feel sad when you need to.

[🐿] taehyun he grows wide-eyed at the sight of you, a small ‘o’ forming on his lips but it soon turns into a smile; bittersweet. tired, but still trying to look like he’s fine in front of you.

"i really wanted to see you too, today...” he confesses, softly, as if he doesn’t exactly want you to hear what he had just said. as he puts his things down on the table and tries to turn around to face you, he gasps when you step behind him and snake your arms around his waist. you feel his body tensing at first, but it relaxes against your touch when your chest is pressed to his back and he laps over your arms hugging his waist.

he makes you hug him tighter as he laces his fingers with yours, his head tips back and manages to feel the top of your head.

“how’d you know?” he quietly whispers, voice cracking a little.

you shake your head, “maybe had an inkling. missed you, wanted to see you.”

“perfect timing,” he chuckles, even though you can hear the way his voice is strained. it sounds a little better now, though. “gimme a moment,” he murmurs, eyes closing as he savours this moment, “wanna stay like this for a while...”

for as long as you need, taehyun-ah. for as long as you need.

[🐧] kai he lets out a sound of surprise when he sees someone moving around in his room, only to realise it’s–”y/n! you scared me!”

you flinch in response at his voice, looking over your shoulder as you’re folding his hoodie, “you’re the one to speak. your room is what scares me.”

“hey...” he huffs, stepping in and closing the door behind him, “i didn’t know you were coming.” he puts his things down, slowly making his way towards you, “i was just about to come and see you, actually. i was...”

he doesn’t wait for you to turn around, and instead slides his arms around you and presses the side of his head to yours. you raise a brow when he doesn’t finish his sentence, but it seems like you don’t need him to speak when you get a glimpse of the way his eyes flutter shut as he rests against you, holding you close.

you have an arm on his arms around you, the other reaching up to stroke his head to the best of your ability. soon, you feel his breathing grows heavy and he may or may not be crying. you lean back against him and feel him snuggling closer to you, squeezing you tight and clutching onto one of your hands that remain by your waist. that’s all he needed. to have you here, to hold you in his arms; the world, slowly faded away.

whatever it was, you did great today, kai-ah. you can rest now.

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