#Fuck it all oh well its fine I'll just go by myself

[raksh-writes]

I have the second of the worst exams ever tomorrow and I SHould be studying and making more notes for it rn, but instead I can barely focus bcs my brain's being squeezed into a pulp in my head with the migraine that's been inching on me since yesterday's evening. I hate it here ;_;

#personal #vent #Im wavering between trying to push through #and just going to bed for an hour or two #hoping that'd help enough so I can study in the evening #like - I can't even force myself to read anything rn #and I even printed some papers to at least not have to look at my monitor #but still all our notes are in a doc and some papers I only have photos of so #ughhhhh I dont know #I have moments when I feel mostly fine but then the headache/oversensitivity skyrockets and I can barely think #this is awful #if not for the anxiety nipping at my chest Id say fuck it and just rely on the notes we compiled as a group for tomorrow #its not like I'll have enough time to properly answer all those exam questions which is beyond ridiculous on its own #hope is I'll get the ones where I Do remember smth from the classes or have some of my own ideas/thoughts the prof apparently wants to read #does she really tho? no idea but I might just go fuck it and write whatever #ugh anyway I think Im gonna go lay down #and try to sort through/make more notes later in the evening #worst case scenario I'll have to retake the exam in a few weeks and risk dropping out oh well #it is what it is I guess

[another-runaway]

Not my ex logging onto tumblr dot com to tell the most contrived, contextless version of the worst fights of our relationship to make herself appear like the delicate victim of my anger lmaooo

#look im not gonna spend too much time and energy on this #coz i dont like ppl who spend so much time badmouthing their ex after a relationship #like it may be that your ex acted like shit but also you stayed in that relationship so yknow some of that is on you too #(i also make a difference between processing pain which is fine obviously #and badmouthing which to me means like #putting the whole blame of the relationship going badly and any bad things you felt on the other person... anyways) #anyways #and thats the attitude i hold myself too like yeah there are a lot of things that i dislike that happened in our relationship but like #its on me that i let it happen again and again #and hopefully in the future i'll have learned from it to have better relationships #all that being said... #boy i love (sarcastic) the way she tells those stories because i sure as hell have a very.... very.... very different version to tell LMAO #but oh well you know what #the good thing about breaking up is #nobody needs to agree anymore on what happened we can just walk away with our own version #and also tbf its her own tumblr blog like if she wants to process our breakup that way all the power to her... #its just... really fucking funny to me the way she tells what happens... but oh well. at least i dont have to deal with this stuff anymore #i finallt blocked her after months of hesitating so she shouldnt be able to see this #and i can finally go back to using my tumblr blog as ... my tumblr blog

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

It Could Be Worse

Warnings: Smut, mentions of injury, lots of nice fluff

"Baby, where are the girls?" Travis peeked his head into your office. You looked up from your computer, a pen between your teeth. "They're with my parents today." You returned to your endless email inbox, sending a couple to the trash can. "Alex is sleeping at Jacob's house this weekend", you continued, knowing that was going to be your husband's next question.

Travis entered the room and limped over to the leather sectional at the far end of the room. He sat down with a groan, rubbing his knee cap. He was already injured before the season had started, a bone bruise, and he was set to be sidelined the first game of the season.

He was putting on a brave face for his family and his team, but you knew him too well, and it was obvious that it was tearing him up inside.

"How are you feeling, babe?", you asked, turning to him, knowing he was going to give you the same rehearsed answer that the public heard.

"It could be worse", you both uttered in unison, Travis chuckling to himself when he realized you knew exactly what he was going to say. "Ha, nothing gets passed you, huh?" He scratched at his beard, leaning back on the couch. You walked over, pulling your legs underneath yourself as you sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry baby. I wish there was something I could do." Your hands found the back of his head, your nails gently scratching at his scalp while you pressed a kiss onto his temple. You continued to trail your mouth down the side of his face, each kiss as gentle as the one before until your lips touched his, deepening the kiss, warmth pooling in your stomach.

Travis pulled you into his chest, his large hand on your waist, your lips only separating for short breaths before crashing together again. Lost in the moment, you swung your leg across his waist, settling in his lap. "Shit." He whimpered out in pain into your mouth as you pressed down onto his thighs.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Travis." He tried to hold you in place as you got off his lap. He leaned back, his eyes closed tightly, trying to catch his breath as pain radiated through his leg. "No, its fine. I can keep going." He gritted out between his teeth.

"No, babe, this was a bad idea. I'll never forgive myself if I hurt you."

He grabbed your hand, pulling you back into his lap. "Hey, you didn't hurt me. I'm fine, I promise. I want this." You shivered as his hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers tickling your skin. Your lips parted as pressed his tongue into your mouth, digging his fingertips into your sides.

"Let me know if you want to stop", you whispered as you dropped to your knees between Travis' legs. He nodded, shifting in his seat as your mouth ghosted kisses over his clothed bulge. "Just do it, it's fine", he grunted out. You slowly pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, Travis biting into his fist as he lifted his hips to get them past his knees.

His erect cock rested against his toned stomach, precum leaking from the tip from the anticipation of your warm mouth on member. You licked the head clean, dragging your tongue from the base to the tip as you took his length in your hand. You started with slow strokes, grinning as Travis' stomach contracted with each movement.

"Fuck", the word suddenly left his mouth when you took the head of his cock between your supple, pink lips, swirling your tongue around the tip. He cupped your cheek in his hand as you looked up at him, slowly bobbing your head up and down, taking him down your throat as far as possible with each dip, never breaking eye contact. "So fuckin' pretty, baby", he moaned out, his hand gripping the back of your head.

You took him all the way down, your lips touching the base, before you came up for air, tears brimming in your lashes. Travis felt his muscles start tense, pressure building up at his pelvis as you quickened your strokes. Even though he felt a sharp pain coming from his knee cap, he was way past stopping any of your actions and he wouldn't dare ask you to stop.

"I'm gonna cum, baby." He bit down on his bottom lip, trying not to move as much as possible, his fingernails digging into the leather of his seat. You slowed your movements as he came down your throat, his hot ejaculation leaving a salty taste on your tongue. You felt his cock twitch against your tongue, Travis' chest heaving with each breath.

"So good, baby." You muttered, fussing over him, gently pressing your lips to his bruised knee. You pressed kisses on his thighs, gently stroking your hands up and down his calves as he came down from his orgasm. You offered a hand to help him stand up, carefully pulling up his sweatpants.

"I wanna take care of you, too. I'll make it work somehow." You felt Travis' hand on your lower back as you tried to walk away. "Uh, no, baby. I don't need the entire Chiefs organization hating me because you injured yourself further trying to eat your wife out." Travis chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You have to admit, it'd make for a hell of a story."

You turned and looked up at him, grabbing his hand. His blue eyes were glazed over, his pupils blown, as he struggled to stand even with you there for support.

"Sit please, Trav." , you slowly lowered himself down on the couch again. "I need you to get better, and then you can take care of me all you want, ok?" You pulled his chin toward you for one more kiss, your noses grazing.

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[prettiestlovergirl]

hii! its tots fine if no but could you maybe do some fluff with basketball player luke and like him tryinh to teach you how to play?🙈

i read basketball & fluff and my one tree hill obsessed heart started singing. YES, ABSOLUTELY I CAN DO THIS <3333 have to preface this by saying that i know like nothing about basketball, though. i am a strictly baseball-hockey girl myself sdjfhskdjfh. my knowledge is limited but i will do my best, hehe. she's short and sweet. enjoy, my lovely! 𓆩♡𓆪

"you might be the worst player i have ever seen, and i once watched grover try to play." your boyfriend, luke castellan, chuckled unhelpfully from behind you.

you and luke had been going out for a couple of months now and honestly? you'd never been happier. he'd made you feel so welcome your first week of camp and every day since, he'd made you feel safe and cared for.

you were basically luke's dream girl. you were funny, caring, charming, and you had very quickly become his safe space. your one big flaw, however, was that you couldn't play basketball for shit.

the two of you had been playing horse on the camp court and you were failing... miserably. luke already had H-O-R-S and you... had no letters. yeah, you were that bad.

"in the words of annabeth: statistically speaking, you should have at least gotten one by now." he grinned, his smile only growing wider when you turned around to glare at him.

"oh, fuck off! not all of us are basketball superstars!" you huffed, but you couldn't help but laugh along with him. this was part of why you cared about him so much, he could always make you laugh despite yourself.

"if this is the best you can do, i don't think we can see each other anymore. makes me look bad." he laughed, quickly getting up from the bench he was on to avoid getting hit with the ball you tossed at him.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding! c'mere." he laughed, beckoning you toward him with that easy smile you loved. "i can't do it, basketball is not one of my many skills! quit on me, castellan, i'll only slow you down." you sighed dramatically.

"alright, drama queen. you can, just trust me." luke stated, rolling his eyes at your dramatics. "square your shoulders, to the basket." he instructed, watching as you begrudgingly did as told, lips formed in a little pout.

"now, you gotta bring the ball up right past your nose like this, okay?" he instructed, demonstrating exactly what to do with his own arms, ball in hand as you went through the motion with him.

"bend your knees a little." he corrected, holding the ball out for you to grab before stepping behind you. "relax your hips..." he murmured, gently placing his hands on you and leaning down to your ear to make sure you could still hear him... and also to be a romantic sap.

"and... just shoot." he stated, eyes watching you while you eyed the hoop suspiciously. "that's it? just shoot?" you asked, voice a little breathy as you turned your head a bit to look at him. "just shoot." he repeated with a nod.

"well, here goes nothing." you sighed, bending your knees a little more before bending a little and letting the ball fly out of your hands and... right into the net.

"holy shit" you breathed, grin breaking out onto your face as you turned to look at your smiling, slightly cocky boyfriend. "told you so." he smirked, grunting a bit on impact as you flung your arms around him with a laugh.

"okay, maybe you can be right sometimes." you relented, sighing dramatically like it was the hardest thing you'd ever have to admit. "that's very big of you, babe." he chuckled, eyes shining with adoration as he looked at you.

"now, do it a few more times and maybe you'll catch up to me." luke hummed, jogging leisurely to go pick up the ball from it's spot by the bench.

"nuh uh, castellan. i'm going out on the high of making that one shot, i'm retired, 'm too good to keep going." you stated, shaking your head and turning on your heel to leave.

"quitter!" he called after you, grinning as you simply flipped him off and kept walking. "see you before dinner?"

"duh, you owe me a victory kiss."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

#☆lola's lovely convos #☆lola writes ! #luke castellan #pjo #pjo series #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fluff #fluff #pjo fluff #☆ lola's requests !

[jikagu]

FERRIS WHEEL

pairing: bachira x fem!reader

summary: you guys went to the local festival/fair with your guys' best friends. who knew that this festival would get you fucked against tinted glass?

notes: uhh semi-public? oral (m), oral (f), choking, picture taking, unprotected sex, praise and degradation, fingering etc, mature audiences only.

SHORT DRABBLE

"i wanna go on that ride!" bachira points at the biggest ride that there is, everyone shaking their head quickly.

"no." chigiri frowns, hitting bachira on the head.

"well, then what can we do?" the short male pouts, looking at you.

"um, i don't know, ask isagi, maybe he has an idea?" both you and bachira turn to him as he hums.

"hm, what about the ferris wheel?" he proposes with a shrug. to be honest, you guys did everything at this festival already except for the ferris wheel.

"sure, i'm game." bachira said, coming behind you with a hug.

you guys agreed that isagi and chigiri will go in one, and you and bachira will go in the other. there wasn't really a line that you'd expect from a huge festival and it really only took you all 20 minutes to get in.

"i've never been on a ferris wheel before." bachira said, looking out of the tinted windows. "i can barely see anything." he squinted his eyes.

"pretty big box." his kept talking, i guess this was his way of starting conversation.

"hm, now that you mentioned it, the windows are pretty tinted." you looked around, not really able to look out. i mean, it was dark but you'd expect to be able to see the lights from all the rides.

he sat with you instead of the opposite, laying his head on your thighs. it was kind of an awkward position for him but you thought it was fine.

once the wheel started moving, bachira sat back up straight, looking out of the window. that's when you noticed bachira's hand snaking up to your inner thigh. maybe wearing a skirt was a good idea after all...

"bachira.." you grinned, alerting his attention and as he looks back at you.

"huh? what's goin' on?" he smiles innocently, retracting his arm. as you were about to speak, the ferris wheel jolted and stopped in its place. both you and bachira tried to see what was going on, but—that attempt was more than futile.

you got a quick message on your phone from isagi saying, "ferris wheel dwn, they said like 25/30 min wait lol"

"damn." bachira frowns, acting sad. you knew it was just a facade and he had ulterior motives, but since it was down, why not have some fun with this? you grabbed bachira's hand and put it back on your thigh.

you were obviously embarrassed by this as you looked away and your face was flushed brightly. you were almost certain bachira was going to say something snarky.

"huh, you want me that badly?" he teased, his hand trailing dangerously close to your wet bundle of nerves.

"y—eah." you choked out, involuntarily spreading your legs a bit more.

"hold on baby, back against the wall." he said, moving you so you were facing towards him, legs spread on top of the seat.

"oh fuck, i—fuck." he stuttered, covering his mouth. his eyes widened looking at you.

"can i—take a picture?" he asked, eyeing your wet, dowsed panties. the pose you were in was very provocative with a bitten lip.

you nodded slowly as you heard the shutter and as he eyed the picture he took.

"you're so sexy baby, and i have you all to myself." he looked at you, and then the picture.

"you have the picture forever, but—this is a now moment. please—just hurry up and fuck me." you whined, begging.

"just wait baby, i'll get there." he grinned, it was almost like his eyes had changed to something more of lust.

he took off your panties with a low groan, looking up to you to see what you want. you quickly nodded, almost as if telling him to hurry up.

"my baby just so hungry for my fingers, aren't you?" he looked at you, opening your mouth with his thumb, putting his ring and middle finger in your mouth.

"show me what you can do." he commanded as you immediately covered his fingers with your saliva, sucking on them like you were his personal slut, only existing for his approval and validation. you moaned through his fingers, looking up at him.

"fuck, i need another picture—you look so good sucking my fingers like that like a needy little whore." he bit his lip, taking another picture.

he eventually took his fingers out of your mouth, plunging them into your pussy.

"mmh, even with my fingers you're still so tight." a groan escaped his mouth, curving his fingers inside of you making you turn your neck to the side.

"oh—baby—right there." you whined, bucking your hips and arching your back.

"fuck, fuck!" you moaned, his fingers hitting deeper. god, you forgot how long his fingers were. "so good!" you cried, gripping onto bachira's shoulders as he fingered you.

he kept curling his fingers, plunging them in and out. he knew what he was doing and it felt so good.

"good job baby, little bit more." he said, continuing for a solid minute before you came on his fingers.

"fuck! so good," you mumbled, eyeing him and his buldge.

"m' wanna make you feel good too." you panted, still recovering from your high. your chest heaved in and out as you got on your knees, you and bachira basically swapping places.

you pulled down his shorts and boxers to reveal his cock, your hand holding it in place.

"i'll make you feel good.." you sigh out before taking his cock in your mouth, toying with the tip.

"fuck baby, come on—stop teasing me." he growled, moving his hand on your head, pushing it down slightly. he didn't want to hurt you, but god damn were you such a brat sometimes.

"good job—keep going.." he encouraged, taking his cock whole now. your saliva dripped out of your mouth as you kept sucking, dedicated to make him feel good.

the way his whines escaped his lips made you almost euphoric. "mmh," you moaned, the vibrations effecting bachira, almost immediately making him cum.

you lapped up everything that came out with a smile as it dribbled out of your mouth.

"god—photogenic aren't we?" click, another picture. "god, i want to fuck you so bad." he eyed you like a predator does prey, pushing you back to the wall once again.

"yeah? then fuck me." you said, using your hand to spread your pussy open just for him, a sight for sore eyes truly.

click

he let out a guttural growl before hovering over you and pushing his cock inside of you. you let out a loud moan before bachira fucked you senseless. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, biting your lip tightly.

"fuck! h—arder!" you whine, still bucking your hips. he was going so fast on you, manhandling you. the grip he had on your thighs as he held them above your head made it to where he could hit spots you could never do alone.

you guys kept going like rabbits in heat, literally making the cart shake until bachira's cock starting twitching inside of you, a grunt coming out of his mouth.

"cu—mming!" you and him both cried in unison before bachira filled you with his cum, never feeling empty even when he pulled out.

"um, so, how do we clean this?" he panted, looking at you and your sex-drunk lewd face.

"mmh, napkins—skirt pocket," you close d your eyes, getting your breath back. as soon as you guys finished, the ferris wheel fixed itself. what perfect timing.

—

"hey guys, how'd you enjoy the ride?" isagi snickered. he more so insinuated the stop in the ferris wheel but you two turned into a stuttering mess.

#bachira #bachira x reader #blue lock smut #bachira x reader smut #bllk smut #bllk x reader #bllk bachira #bllk headcanons #oh my god please raw dog me bachira #wrap it before you tap it

[killerlookz]

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐮𝐩 | Edward Nashton x F! Reader (NSFW)

gif source description: After a completely unsuccessful date, your roommate, Edward, comes to comfort you.

content: 18+ !!! SMUT, porn with plot, dry humping, hand job, unprotected sex, m!overstim, m!virginity loss, experienced reader, sliiiight size kink, crying during sex/ emotional sex, insecure! eddie :( , kind of angst, fluff... lots of fluff, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, VERY BRIEF mention of past drug use, small mentions of Edward's childhood trauma, pre-riddler Edward.

word count: 9,334 (its a long one hehe)

This fic contains 18+ content, minors, please do not inreact

"Come on Edward, I don't ask for much." You sigh.

"Fine." Edward huffs, "I didn't want to meet the guy anyways." he begins to turn around and leave the room.

"Wait, Edward!" You call, suddenly feeling guilty over making him upset.

"No it's fine, I'll just lock myself in my room for the night." He says and you can't quite tell if he's being hyperbolic on purpose for dramatic effect or if that's genuinely how he took what you had told him.

"Eddie," you start, "I just asked you if you could please stick to being in your room tonight, and if you could please keep your door closed." You tried to explain, but he was already more than halfway across the room by now, and completely ignoring you.

It had been a while since you'd brought a guy home. Actually, now that you try to recall, since you'd been roommates with Edward, you don't think you had brought any guys home. Sure, you'd been on dates, you had been to other guys' houses, but anytime they'd try to go over yours you had a habit of avoiding it.

"I'm in the middle of redecorating, my place would be no good."

"My place is a mess right now, maybe we should just go to yours."

"The air conditioning in my building is broken, its hotter than hell at my place, can we go to your place instead?"

The little white lies would slip through your teeth every time going back to your place for the night would come up in the conversation. You'd never had this problem before- not with any other roommates- but ever since Edward had moved in, you'd found yourself struggling to let other guys over.

You'd thought about the scenario, bringing a guy home one night to hook up after a date, and while you're walking in the door Edward also happens to be walking into the living room at the same time. You think about the hypothetical encounter, of the man you're bringing home to- well, to put it bluntly, to fuck, and your roommate both giving each other awkward tight-lipped smiles. The thought made you cringe, you wanted to disappear into thin air at just the mere idea of Edward interacting with one of your potential romantic or sexual partners.

It wasn't like you and Edward didn't get along or anything. Sure, he was shy and a little bit anti-social, especially when you first met him, but you didn't mind. But the two of you have lived together for over a year now and you could say with confidence that he was really one of your best friends. Despite being complete strangers when you first moved in, within just a few months you had found yourself doing most things with Edward. You genuinely enjoyed his company, regardless of your friend's remarks about him being "weird" or "awkward" to which you'd protest and list off all the things that were great about Edward, and make some statement about how being weird or awkward wasn't even fundamentally a bad thing. Your friends would look at each other and smirk knowingly, almost as if they were hiding some secret language between their curved up lips. You'd ask them a dumbfounded, "what?", and their only replies would be nothing but hushed giggles and reassuring chants of, "Oh, nothing, nothing."

Your closeness to Edward is what made tonight's situation so much worse, as you suddenly realize that it was probably pretty shitty of you to tell your roommate where he can, and cannot be in the apartment when he's also paying for the place. You didn't mean to make him upset or to be demanding, it was just, that you on a whim had invited a guy over for the first time since you'd moved in, and the nerves were getting to you.

You'd been on a few dates with said guy, hooked up at his place once or twice- maybe it was three times. Things were seemingly moving well, he was nice, had a good taste in music and movies, and the two of you got along pretty well. Maybe your heart didn't swell up, and your stomach didn't flutter with butterflies whenever he walked into a room, but you liked him enough to try and see where things may go.

Feeling a little dejected, you decided just to give Edward his space for the night, and talk to him in the morning. It wasn't often that you would go so long without talking to Edward, but, you figured maybe that was what would be best for right now. You still had other things to focus on, like getting ready for tonight and straightening up around the house. You looked over at Edward's closed door and sighed, you repeated to yourself over and over in your head, "It's no big deal, roommates disagree sometimes, friends disagree sometimes... it's no big deal, it's no big deal," Trying to reassure yourself that it really was no big deal. You tried to think away your guilt, after all, you really hadn't done anything that bad, he'd get over it.

You turned back across the living room and looked towards your door, heading towards your room so you could get ready for the night. You stopped in your room for a moment to pick up your phone before moving to the bathroom to take a shower. While on your walk to the bathroom you text the guy set to come over to confirm your plans,

We're still on for tonight?

Yes ;) 7:30, right?

Yup. Perfect.

-

It's just passed 7 o'clock when you're standing bent over near the couch, fluffing up the pillows. You step back for a moment to observe the scene, you look back and forth between the two sides of the couch, noticing that the pillows to the right are slightly puffier than the ones on the left. You turn to the left side of the couch and try to perk up those pillows to complete evenness with those on the right but it doesn't seem to be working, you move back and forth between the pillows on each side but you just cannot seem to get them even. Your frustration begins to grow and you take a deep breath in to remind yourself that it isn't even that serious, he probably won't even notice that the left pillow isn't fluffed to the same degree as the right pillow. You exhale loudly as you sit down on the couch, picking up your phone to check the time, he'll be here soon, you note. There's a feeling brewing inside you, you think that it might be nerves, maybe even excitement, and it's making your stomach do loops. You smiled slightly and hoped that tonight would go well, that you had no reason to be so anxious about letting guys over, maybe tonight would be a big step in your relationship. The possibilities seemed endless.

-

It's nearly a quarter to 8 when you're sitting on the couch and wondering where he is, each minute passed your scheduled meeting time making your nerves grow stronger. You went to check your phone again, he wasn't concerningly late, but you were still a little curious as to where he was, you opened your messages to send him a quick text,

Running late?

-

Your concern begins to grow when it hits nearly 8:30 and he still isn't here, not even a text, you can't tell if you're more concerned over there perhaps being something wrong, or him possibly standing you up. No, he can't be standing me up, you thought, he told you, just a few hours ago he was coming tonight, maybe an emergency came up, you tried to convince yourself that he'd hadn't purposefully not come.

Despite your incessant words of reassurance to yourself, you still feel pretty god awful, maybe not entirely miserable, but upset for sure. You'd been sitting on this couch alone, in complete silence for the last hour. You told yourself you wouldn't cry, but, you seemed to be cutting it close. You were consumed with just this, overwhelming feeling of dreadfulness that you worried would follow you throughout the night.

All of a sudden, your phone chimes, and you jump in both surprise and excitement. In anticipation, you flip the phone over to see who has texted, but your heart sinks when you notice the notification is just from a friend. Still, bored and lonely you open the message.

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Hey, I'm out for drinks and this guy at the bar... isn't that the guy you've been seeing? Please tell me you stopped seeing him so I don't have to kick him in the teeth for being so...friendly with the girl next to him.

You glance only momentarily at the photo and immediately recognize it's him. The blurry shot encompasses too many details that you don't care to deeply analyze: the setting, the time, the girl whose hand is lazily thrown against his chest as her head's tipped back in a hearty laugh. You don't know whether to laugh or to cry or to scream- maybe all three at once

Your face grew red and warm as tears began to form in your eyes. You couldn't name the emotion you were feeling right now... you didn't know if it was sadness, anger, or relief, and you couldn't quite understand the deep feeling of embarrassment that invaded every crevice of your being. You couldn't even bear to respond to your friend's text, maybe you'd lie and say that you'd stop seeing him in order to save yourself the trouble and the humiliation of having to explain that you'd been stood up.

You tried to recount each encounter you'd had with him since you met, replaying the moments over again in your head, trying to think of where you could have gone awry. What did I do wrong? you asked yourself again and again. Was I too loud? Was I not funny? Not pretty enough? Did he find me boring? Was I too slutty? Too much of a prude? The questions seemed infinite, still, you couldn't pinpoint a moment that made it obvious that you had deserved not even as much as an insincere "I don't think things are working out" text.

You looked at your legs, at the skirt that was bunched up around your thighs, suddenly, feeling very insecure about being so dressed up with absolutely nowhere to go, and no one to see it. The tears finally began to fall from your eyes, one by one they poured down your cheeks. Your obviously emotional reaction over a man you'd only met a few times in your life only added to the embarrassment and shame you felt. You inhaled sharply, audibly, as you continued to cry.

Suddenly, a door creaked open across the living room, slowly, Edward timidly peaked out from around it. He looked over at you, his face suddenly dropping to a look of concern as he pushed up his glasses on his face.

"Oh god," you thought to yourself as you became aware that someone was actually seeing you in this state. You stared at him, wide-eyed and mortified at what could possibly be going on in his mind. You wondered if he felt sorry for you, or if he got some sort of smug satisfaction out of seeing you being stood up by the guy you had made Edward pretend like he didn't exist for.

"Y/n?" He asked, stepping away from the door frame, "Are you okay? Where's your date?" his eyebrows furrowed as he cautiously stepped forward towards you.

"I got stood up," you tried your hardest to laugh through your tears.

"Oh." He said, looking down at the ground, "I'm so sorry- I- you don't deserve that." He could barely look you in the eye as he brought his head back up.

"It's okay Eddie, it's fine." You say with an over-enthusiastic nod as you wipe away your tears with the entirety of the back of your palm.

"N-no it's not okay, y/n, look at you, you're crying," Edward says stubbornly, beginning to walk back towards you again. "Can I sit next to you?" he asks thoughtfully. You nod, and he takes the space next to you.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, you can barely see him behind your tear-stained eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Edward asks.

"There's not much to say, Eddie," you sigh and blink a few times rapidly to rid the tears from your eyes. Edwards's face suddenly becomes clearer as the droplets roll down your face. "One of my friends texted me saying they saw him at a bar, with some girl, when he's supposed to be here. That's it, that's the story." You answer dejectedly. You hoped you weren't coming across as rude, especially not after earlier, you just were at a loss of what to say.

"I'm sorry y/n," He repeats, "Do you want a hug?" he inquires with an innocence that makes your heart nearly melt. You can't nod 'yes' fast enough.

Suddenly Edward's arms are wrapped around you, the position is a little awkward from being on the couch, but it's comforting nonetheless. You take note of how tight he holds you, how his fingers push into your skin at just the perfect pressure, his breaths are even and calm, and everything about his presence is peaceful. You'd always enjoyed Edward's hugs, his affection in general even. It had become routine for you to seek it out: slipping into his room every night just as you were about to head to bed to give him a hug goodnight, laying your head on his shoulder when the two of you watched a movie late at night and you started to get tired, linking your arms with his when you were out and the streets got too crowded. Of course, he was your best friend, obviously, you found his presence comforting.

Still, for someone you had known who grew up receiving no comfort nor affection his entire life, he seemed to know how to give it well.

"I feel so stupid, Edward." You admit tearfully, choking out into the crook of his neck.

"You're not stupid." Edward began to rub your back reassuringly. "He's the stupid one. No man with a brain would ever stand you up."

There was something about the way that he spoke to you, his voice was always so soft, so sincere, you could listen to him speak forever. You couldn't describe how it felt, you couldn't place the word for it, the warmth that encompassed you with each word spoke. Sometimes you'd purposefully ask him about topics you knew he knew tons about so you could hear him speak for a while.

You pick your head up from where it rested against Edward's neck, pulling back slightly, staring at him. Had his hair always fallen so perfectly against his forehead, his glasses suit his face so right, his lips always looked so soft... had he always looked so... beautiful? You thought about those photo booth pictures the two of you had taken together on a day trip you had taken over the summer. You had hung them up on the mirror in your room, you saw them every single day. You thought about the sweet smile he had on his face, and how happy he looked, how every time you passed and looked at the photos you had this inexplicable giddy feeling coursing through your veins.

Edward looked you up and down and frowned,

"Look at you..." he started in a low whisper, almost to himself, "I'm sorry, I know this is forward, but you look... so beautiful tonight- you shouldn't have had to waste it." In an equally as forward move, Edward had reached forward and placed his hand on your cheek, gently wiping away with his thumb.

"Thank you, Edward," You sniffled, his small compliment meant everything to you at the moment, and a small smile cracked at the corner of your mouth. "I guess it's not such a waste if you think I look beautiful tonight."

Edward tilted his head, his jaw clenched and he swallowed hard as he seemed to struggle to maintain eye contact,

"Not just tonight- y/n, I think... I think that you look beautiful all the time."

Your eyes went wide as Edward spoke, you felt your heart skip a beat, even at the simple compliment and suddenly something clicked, everything made sense, and in your emotional state, you acted on impulse,

"Edward?" You asked, anxiously.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?" You trembled as the words came from your mouth, worried you may have just ruined your entire friendship in four little words.

"Please." He said, almost as if he was begging.

Without even processing the weight of his response you pressed your lips to his, and he kissed you right back instantly. Something about it immediately felt right, all those butterflies you had been missing with the guys before suddenly entered your stomach all at once as soon as your lips met Edward's. You felt so stupid, this feeling that you'd been searching for has been right in front of you this entire time.

It was like all the breath had been knocked out of you the moment your lips met Edward's. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, pushing you forward a little to deepen the kiss. You couldn't believe that it was even possible to feel like this, you hadn't even felt this euphoric that time you experimented with drops at a college party. Not even snorting the world's finest, purest cocaine could get you even remotely close to this feeling.

It was perfect, no, perfect could not even come close to describing it. You wondered for a moment how much experience Edward had to be this good of a kisser, you'd never seen him bring anyone home, nor had you seen him go on any dates since you'd known him, he'd never mentioned an ex's before. Yet, you were sure he had to have had some experience, no one is naturally divine with no practice, and despite you being the one in his hands now, your lips on his, you couldn't help but feel jealous of these imaginary people in your head that perhaps Edward had been with before you.

You placed both of your hands on Edward's cheeks in an attempt to pull him even closer than he already was. You knew it wasn't possible, you knew you physically couldn't pull him any closer, not when he was already touching you. The molecules that made up each of your beings vibrated too fast, too close to each other for there to ever be a possibility of being any closer to him.

It was when your hands dropped down to his neck that something within the kiss had changed, a hand suddenly found its way to your waist, gently pushing its way into your skin. You tilted your head to the side and your mouth parted slightly, and you welcomed the feeling of Edward's tongue against your own. The kiss suddenly got sloppy as you were overcome with overwhelming neediness. Your hands moved to his head where you gently tugged at his hair, making him groan softly into your lips. This small reaction drove you absolutely wild.

You find yourself shifting in your spot, both of Edward's hands on your waist now, you can feel his fingers pressing into your skin where your midriff shows between your skirt and your top. He's holding you tight, but not rough, like how one may hold very expensive and very fragile glassware; careful as to not let it slip from their hands and break.

There is something more salacious now about how your lips move together, tongues brushing past each other, gentle groans and hums slipping from your mouths. Edward's pulling you at your waist, trying to bring you into him as close as you can. You give in, lifting yourself up to your knees before bringing one leg around so you're straddling him. You wondered if this was real or if this was simply a dream, You mean- hungrily making out with your best friend on a Friday evening is not really your average night. It seemed, a little too perfect, you were half expecting this to be some sort of product of your subconscious, expressing itself as you drifted the night away. Any minute now you supposed you'd wake up with an ache between your thighs that you'd take care of, trying desperately to hold on to the last remnants of this feeling to get you off, before you inevitably cried yourself back to sleep. But the moments passed and you didn't awake, and you swore you felt everything all of it, it was all real.

You settled into Edward's lap, your hips perhaps pushing forward a little too enthusiastically. As your body moved forward you found yourself slightly confused, what the hell does Edward have in his pocket? The TV remote? There's no way that's his- oh my god he's huge.

Edward pulled back from the kiss, his glasses hung near the tip of his nose, and his eyes were wide, he looked white as a ghost, mortified.

"Oh my god- y/n- I'm so sorry." He began shaking his head perfusely.

"What? Edward, what's wrong?" You ask in response, nervous, was he not enjoying it? Did I just ruin everything? Is our friendship completely ruined? Your mind raced as Edward looked up at you with wild eyes and a slightly open mouth. He looked stuck as he began to speak, his mouth opening and closing a few times before anything could come out.

"Oh-oh, you- you didn't feel- um- you can't feel- it?" Poor Edward was trembling, his face going from a pale white to a rosy pink. You suddenly understand what he means, slightly upset that he had felt so embarrassed by something so normal.

"Well, it's kind of hard to miss." You giggle, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh god-" he looked even more terrified, "I didn't mean- I'm so sorry."

"No- Edward. No- I didn't mean it like that," You shook your head, "It's just," you laugh a bit awkwardly, "You just seem to be pretty hung."

"I- what?" He furrowed his brows, he looked utterly confused.

"Oh..." You said slowly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, realizing he didn't know what you meant. "Like your dick, it feels pretty big."

"Oh," He sighed, a small, proud, smile forming on his face. "I didn't make you... uncomfortable... did I?"

"God, no Edward, no- no- I was, I was like totally into it," You smiled wide, placing a hand on his cheek.

"Should we- Well, can we continue then?" He asks, his chest rising and falling quickly as it seems like he's trying to catch his breath.

"Please?" You say, a little desperately.

You lean forward so your chest is nearly touching Edward's and your head is buried in his neck. As you lean forward, extending your back, your already mostly rolled-up skirt rolls the rest of the way up to your thighs. Edward slides his hands up the now exposed skin, nearly all the way to your hips, his fingertips just barely graze the waistband of your panties as his fingers slide under your skirt. The small touch gives you chills, and part of you wished he'd just hook his fingers into the band and take them off of you.

"Is it okay that I touch you like this?" He asks shyly

"Mhm," You lift your head up from his neck to look him in the eyes, "Baby... " you start, "Can I call you that?

He nods enthusiastically

"Okay, then, baby...you can do... whatever you want to me." You say slowly, deliberately, to drive home you really mean it. Because, you did, you really meant it. As you looked Edward in the eyes right at this moment, you could say with confidence that you'd never been so desperate for someone in your entire life. You were working so hard to maintain your composure but you thought for sure the whole apartment complex could hear just how loud your heart was beating. It felt like your brain had gone into overdrive, your body was hot, and could not ignore that throbbing feeling between your legs.

Your few short words made Edward twitch beneath you, and the sudden movement had you bucking your hips into his. A small groan escaped his lips at the movement, and he tipped his head so it rested over the top of the couch, which indicated to you that he was content, so you continued, moving your hips back and forth, creating delicious friction between the two of you.

You'd never been so turned on by simple foreplay before, you wondered that since there was so little fabric between you and him if he could feel how wet you had become if you pressed into him too hard.

"Mmm'Eddie...," A gentle moan slipped from your lips as your clit brushed against Edward's erection at an, especially, pleasureful angle. "Fuck"

Edward's head picks back up to look at you, his glasses are foggy from the heat of his own breath. He doesn't speak, simply he stares up at you, mouth agape, whining with every movement you make. His small sounds only make you crave him more, you can't help but want him to be louder, using the full range of his voice to tell you how good this feels. You swear you could finish right there at the idea of it.

You grab one of Edward's hands from your thighs and place it right over your heart so he can feel how fast its beating.

"Can you feel how crazy you're driving me?" You smirk.

Edward smiles back at you, seeming pleased with how much you were enjoying yourself. His hand eventually runs down the side of your body, caressing every inch of skin on the way down, before resting on your thigh once again. There was something so sweet about the way he touched you, he was eager, yet somehow at the same time, hesitant and unsure. It was nerves you figured.

"Ah- stop, stop," Edward said breathlessly, his hands suddenly becoming rigid against your thighs. "I'm about to-"

Your movements slow, and quickly stop as soon as Eddie tells you to,

"It's- it's okay if you do." You had to admit the idea of him finishing before he even got inside you was hot.

"No-no, I want to last for you." He pants.

You nod, you won't argue, you know if he spares himself from release now, you'll move onto far more pleasureful things than just some over the clothes action.

Edward's hand slips up to the hem of your shirt, his fingers slip under it slightly, before, in a somewhat more bold move, he pulls your body close to his once more, by the hem of your shirt. Then, his other hand is at the hem of your shirt and he's tugging it off of you, exposing the expensive, lacy bra you had on, the one you'd originally worn for someone else, but truth be told, you so much preferred Edward being the one who got to see it over anyone else. Your top was tossed somewhere across the room, and Edward ran his hands up and down the curves of your upper body, enjoying the feeling of your flesh underneath his palms. He examined you carefully, making sure every inch of skin had been seen by his own two eyes, taking extra time to examine your chest, which, you had to admit, looked particularly voluptuous in this bra.

"Should I take off my skirt too?" You ask.

"Yes." He responds eagerly, you find his enthusiasm endearing. You pull yourself up from where you're sitting on Edward's lap. Your legs shake slightly as you try to stand yourself up, but you're eventually able to find your balance.

"Can you get the zipper in the back for me Eddie? It get's a little stuck sometimes- and you're stronger than me." You ask with a smirk. You're half lying- Edward is stronger than you, sure, but your zipper never really gets stuck, you just wanted an excuse to have him help you undress (as well as to boost his ego a little).

"Oh, yeah, sure."

You turn around and Edward places one hand on your waist, you notice how with his fingers wrapped around the front of your torso, and his palm placed firmly on your back, his hand takes up nearly the entire side of your body that it's on. His other hand makes its way to the zipper of your skirt which he tugs down with ease. His hands then quickly trace the outline of your upper thighs, his palms slightly graze your ass as he removes them from your body.

"Thanks, Eddie." You say cheerfully before hooking your fingers into the waistband of your skirt and bending all the way over in front of Edward to take it off. You were definitely putting on a little bit of a show for him, the way you were bent over made you feel like you probably belonged in that one scene of Legally Blonde.

You slowly stepped out of your skirt, careful not to lose your balance and make a fool of yourself. You came back up, your hair flipping slightly as you did so. You turned back around at Edward, who sat in front of you, looking dumbfounded.

"Y-you're gorgeous," he choked out, "Absolutely, perfect." He said as he once again took the time to examine your body. His complements warmed your heart, they seemed so sincere, so sweet.

"Thank you Edward," you blushed as you climbed back into his lap.

You lean into Edward slightly, resting your head against his shoulder, placing light kisses against his neck. His breath is ardent against the exposed skin of your shoulder as you begin to suck on the skin of his neck. He's only slightly slick with a very fine layer of sweat on his skin, but you didn't mind, you were sure you were the same. You lightly nipped at the flesh of his neck, before continuing to place hot, sloppy kisses in the same spot. You alternated between kissing and biting against multiple spots on his neck, breaking some of the blood vessels that sat under the skin, leaving small bruise marks.

"K-keep going, I like that," Edward said, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight embrace to keep you close to him.

"Of course Eddie," You mumble against his neck. You wonder if he can feel just how hard you're smiling against his skin, or the beat of your own heart as it presses against his chest.

You continue to kiss at Edward's neck until he speaks again,

"Wait-" His hands are on your hips again, and he picks your body up from its position against his chest. "Let me kiss you too," he says eagerly.

You're enthralled by his enthusiasm to reciprocate your affections, and his general focus on your enjoyment as well. You find it sweet, most of the time, men hardly have cared about your pleasure, sex was simply an action that benefitted them, and if you got lucky maybe they could manage to fuck you juuuuust enough for you to not have to fake an entire orgasm.

You scooted forward in Edward's lap, so now your thighs are nearly straddling his waist. Edward sits up only a little, and suddenly you realize just how tall he is. Even with you sitting on top of him, his eyes are pretty much level with yours. It's slightly intimidating, but you like it, as his hands hold you firmly at your sides you feel, safe, protected, despite your exposed and vulnerable state.

Edward's lips eventually meet your neck, they're wet and warm, and you're met with a pleasant comfort as they work against your skin.

"Ah-" A small whimper escapes your mouth as Edward's teeth lightly sink into your skin. It's a pleasurable pain, it feels so good that you nearly forget that at its core, being bitten hurts. But the light pricks of his teeth combined with the warmth of his tongue was nearly overwhelming. He wasn't even touching you inherently sexually and you were still losing your mind at how worked up you were getting. "You're... so good Edward."

He hums contently against your neck, not stopping what he is doing to respond.

You made a note in your head of how you planned exclusively to wear lower cut tops for the next few days to show off how Edward had marked you. In fact, you were almost excited to get to show off the hickes he'd left on your neck, something about him having marked you as his, just drove you absolutely insane, and the fact he had ones to match, only made it more thrilling.

Edward's teeth bore into your skin harder than they had before, which caused you to yelp slightly at the sensation. You tried your hardest not to buck your hips into his once again, despite how deeply you craved that friction against your core. It gets to a point where you cannot take it anymore, you need him, and you place your hands on Edward's chest, pulling yourself away from his kisses against your neck.

"Are you okay?" He asks nervously.

"Never better." You smile breathlessly.

You bite your lip, your hands trailing down to the waistband of Edward's pants. Your fingers graze over the buckle of his belt,

"Can I touch you, Eddie?" You ask, looking deep into his eyes.

"Yesyes-please." His head moves up and down fervently.

You scooted yourself back on his lap a little bit to allow for some room for you to pull down his clothing. You unbuckle his belt impatiently. Edward lifts his hips slightly you can move down his trousers. Your fingers hook into both the waistband of his pants and his underwear and you pull both down to about his mid-thighs simultaneously. As you pull away his layers his erection springs out of his clothes, nearly slapping back against his stomach as its freed from the restrictions of the fabric.

You looked down at Edward's lap, at his entirely rock-hard cock. Needless to say, your assumptions from before were completely correct. You were a little, stunned to say the least. It wasn't that he was exceptionally huge to the point that sex would be painful and he would completely rearrange your insides, but he was certainly, of a completely satisfactory size.

You look back up at Edward, his face now a bright red as his chest heaves up and down, and he's completely avoiding making eye contact with you. You place one hand on his cheek, it's hot from all the blood that has rushed under the skin, you brush your fingers against it gently before moving them to under his chin, you pick it up, making him look at you.

"Don't be so shy," You smile, though, you know that's just how he was naturally, you want him to be confident and comfortable while he's with you, especially in such an intimate time like this. "But- if you're uncomfortable sweetheart, we can stop." You reassure, you know the situation you're in is a weighty one.

"No, don't stop, please don't stop," He says earnestly, "I'm fine," He nods, "Perfect actually."

"I'm so glad," You're relieved to hear he's just as eager as you. You return your focus elsewhere, "God, Edward," You smirk as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, he's immediately whimpering from the moment your hand grazes the sensitive skin, "You're so big." you begin to work, pumping your fist up and down his shaft.

"You- you think so?" He asks, genuinely.

"Biggest I've ever had." You bite your lip.

You continue to work your wrist up and down at a steady pace, Edward's hips lift in time with your movements as he needily fucks into your hand.

"Like that," he barely slurs out, "Fuck that's so good. God you're so soft-"

The head of his dick leaks a small amount of pre-cum which you smear upwards with your thumb, causing Edward to sigh, completely full of pleasure.

You're having fun, more fun than you have ever had giving someone a handjob. Something about how evident it was that Edward was enjoying himself, his whimpers and moans, his soft words of praise, it was delightful. Seeing Edward so completely in bliss as he threw his head back and his glasses slipped down his face filled your heart with the most overwhelming joy.

Seeing Edward in this state also only added to how absolutely badly you wanted him, the throbbing in your core was absolutely unbareable. You don't think you'd ever been so wet in your life, and you were certain that Edward could hear just how wet he'd made you everytime you moved even slightly.

"Fuck, Edward," You moaned as you looked into his lap, watching as his cock began to twitch in his hand, signifying he was close to release. "Edward I need you so bad. Can I have you? Please, please Edward." You begged eagerly, he hadn't even denied you anything, you were just so desperate to have him inside you, you felt the need to beg for it.

"Yes- yes." He nodded, his head moved up and down rapidly as he panted, trying desperately to catch his breath. You removed your hand from him, ready to finally jump his bones. "Wait, Y/n, before we start- can- can I tell you something?" he asked, somewhat hesitantly.

"Of course baby."

"I, um, I haven't ever- this is my first time." He admitted, looking somewhat ashamed. You had to admit, you were a little shocked, not in a bad way, you were just surprised Edward had never had sex before. It was just hard to believe, he was just such an absolute pleasure to be around and, he was so, so very very handsome.

"That's okay Eddie- that's alright." You smile reassuringly, you're excited to be his first time, you hoped that you've made it at least somewhat special for him so far.

"Just- what if I finish too soon?" He asks, pushing his glasses up on his face.

"What if?" You ask, "Then that's okay, there's no shame." you assure.

"I just don't want to disappoint you, I mean- I know I will, but I want to make you cum to."

It was entirely endearing how focused on you Edward was, even during his first time.

"You won't disappoint me Eddie," You frown, "I mean this when I say, you're already the best I've ever had." It was true, you hadn't even gotten to home base, hell, your pussy had barely been touched, and you were already over the moon. Maybe it was because perhaps this was a long time coming, but the overwhelming joy you felt even just being in this situation with Edward was incomprable to anything you've felt before.

"Are you sure?" he asks carefully.

"Positive baby," you lean close to him and give him a reassuring kiss on the cheek. "Plus, there's more ways to make me cum than just using your cock."

"Okay," Edward nodded.

"Can I...?"

"Yes."

You smirked, and sat up on your knees a little so you could adjust your panties. Though, before you could get to it, Edward had pushed two fingers into the crotch of your underwear. You moaned softly as a gentle finger brushed against your clit, his fingers slid against your soaked folds as he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it aside. Edward seemed slightly astonished at how wet you were, as were you. The air from the apartment was cool as it met your wet cunt, causing you to shiver slightly.

"I didn't know it was usual to get this wet," Edward said, a little surprised.

"I don't usually," You admitted, and then leaned forward so your lips barely grazed the lobe of his ear, "This is all from you."

You couldn't see Edward's reaction to what you had said but, you did find his hands on your hips once again, guiding you slowly to him. Eventually you felt the head of his cock brush against your clit, and you swear you were already ready to cum right then and there. It took some slight manuvering, his tip sliding between your wet folds towards your entrance. Eventually, you felt that you were properly aligned and you sighed, your anticipation not able to take it anymore, and you began to slide down his cock.

You were a mess from the moment his tip met your entrance, your fingers dug into his torso at the pleasurful stretching sensation.

"Fuck, Eddie," You moaned nearly immediately. Edward was able to enter you with complete ease, with how wet you were and all.

"Fuck- you're so-" Edward groaned, "So... so... wet, and warm, fuck." he looked like he was losing his mind, but you absolutely were too. You were both breathless by the time he had entered you completely, you couldn't believe how deep inside you he was. Still, despite the size, again, it was not to a point where it was painful. He was, just right.

You had to regain your composure before you could lift your hips up again. You took a deep breath before sitting up on your knees once more,

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," You moaned at the sensation of Edward's length moving against your walls. Then you lowerd yourself once more, cock once again burrying itself into your cunt. As Edward bottomed out into you you stayed there for a moment once more, rocking your hips back and forth, really savoring the feeling of him inside of you. "SHIT." you exclaimed as you bent your hips at just the right angle for him to hit that perfect spot inside you.

Meanwhile, Edward seems to be in an equal amount of bliss. Actually, you noted he looked, sort of like he was having an exorcism. His mouth wide open, moaning, his head and eyes both rolled back as his body shook.

You began to pick up the pace a little, you raising and lowering your hips at an increasingly faster rate. Edward's hands only lightly guided you up and down his shaft, as, you were doing most of the work. But, you didn't mind that, not at all, how could you when he looked like that. Despite your previous notion of how he seems as if he's getting a demon exorcized out of him, he still, looked like an angel. The way his shaggy hair framed his face, the way his fogged glasses slipped down the perfectly curved bridge of his nose, how the warm flush of red in his skin perfectly complemented his soft, roud, cheeks.

"You're so pretty Eddie," You slur, "So soo pretty Eddie"

"You're..." His hands slide up from your hips to just under your tits, "God- fuck, you're so beautiful." He's breathless, panting lounder than a dog after playing in the sun. "I can't b-believe I have you like this right now" the words fall from his mouth lazily.

"It's my pleasure, handsome," You lean over, pressing your chest to his, and letting your head fall against his shoulder. His hips suddenly buck into you, meeting your pace, and that combined with the new angle you're situated in, makes you cry out in pleasure. Your shrieks are only stiffled by the skin of Edward's neck. "Please, please keep doing that Eddie, fuck, Eddie." You cannot get enough of the feeling as you suddenly start to feel something bubbling in your lower stomach. You couldn't have been coming close this soon? Could you?

"Fuck" Edward suddenly exclaims, making you life your head. "I'm- I'm gonna- fuck- this feels too good- I can't-"

"Go ahead, cum for me baby." You urge, you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, which only adds to your neediness, the pressure in your abdomen only growing more and more noticable with the passing seconds.

Edward sputters out a long string of expletives as the movements of his hips become lazy.

"God, I'm-" and suddenly he's finishing inside of you, it's warm, and any remaining friction between the two of you completely disappears as he does so, your combined wetness makes your slowing movements entirely fluid. His mouth is wide, and he is moaning insesentally while simultaneously trying to remember how to breathe. Despite being on top of him, the weight of your body cannot stop the shake in his legs as he empties into you. You cannot remember the last time you'd let someone finish inside you, despite being on the pill, you'd always made everyone you were with use protection, it was a mental thing. But Edward, you didn't mind, in fact you enjoyed the feeling of him emptying inside you, you wanted him to fill you up. And full you were as you slowed your hips, ready to stop.

"No- no," Edward can barely gasp out, his fingers holding onto your sides so hard you're sure they'll leave bruises. "Keep going, I want you to cum too."

"Eddie- are you sure?" You ask, noting how clearly spent he was, "I don't want to kill you baby."

"No, keep going," Edward places his head into the crook of your neck, "If you kill me, at least I'll die happy." He says which causes the two of you to laugh slightly.

"Okay baby, thank you." You say, appreciative that he's ready to take this overstiumlation, especially on his first time, to let you finish too. "I'm already, so close." You moan as your hips begin to pick up speed again.

The tightening in your abdomen has not gone away, it only increases as you continue to move your hips up and down. You're breathless by now, and your legs begin to shake. Every, single, time, your hips meet Edward's his tip hits the perfect spot, and you're whining so loud you're sure you'll be getting a noise complaint any moment now.

The wave of pleasure that's begining to fall over you is nothing like you've ever felt before, your brain is so fogged up from all the pleasure you're experiencing you don't even think you could get a coherent sentence out. You suddenly understood the phrase "Getting your brains fucked out" because you were certain after this you'd have none left.

Edward's even more of a mess, clearly completely overstimulated as tears begin to form in his eyes. You're looking at him, concerned, wondering if you should stop.

"Keepgoingkeepgoing," He urges,

You're close, so close, you feel like you're going to explode.

"Edward, fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum-" You essentially scream as your fingers dig into his torso. You're grabbing at him above his shirt, but your nails have sunk in so deep you worry you've perhaps broken skin. The pressure in your lower stomach has reached it's breaking point, and your inner thighs are pulsing as you begin to unwind.

"Yes- ah- come on" Edward whines, only egging on your impending orgasm.

"I'm- I'm-" You barely shriek out before you're there, "Fuck!" You begin to release, you're shaking and your hips are twitching as your pussy clenches around Edward. You wonder if he can feel the throbbing of your cunt against him, or if he's noticed just how wet it's gotten from you cumming so hard.

You sink into Edward as the last of your orgasm comes to an end, your legs are twitching wildly and you cannot even begin to try to lift yourself up from your spot on top of him.

Maybe it's from the overwhelming pleasure, or the fact that you just had sex with someone who meant so much to you, but you felt yourself about to cry.

"Oh , Edward," You whimpered into his neck as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. It didn't work, the lump remained, urging you to let your emotions out. You slowly release your nails from his torso, hoping you hadn't hurt him too much, unless he was into that sort of thing, then you hoped you'd hurt him just enough. You were soon wrapping your arms around his back, pulling him into a bone crushing embrace.

Edward's arms snaked around you as well, as he pulled you even further against him, the small movement making him shift slightly inside of you, causing you to whine at the small stimulation.

"Sorry-sorry," He says, his words are choked and shaky, and his lack of breath is obvious.

You sniffle into Edward's neck as you start to cry just a little. You'd never cried after sex, this was a first. You couldn't even understand why you were crying, the emotions that were penetrating your brain right now were just way too much.

You picked your head up a little, to look at Edward, and you hoped he wouldn't question the tears that stained your eyes. To your surprise, when your gaze met his, you had noticed a few tear drops that had streamed down Edward's cheeks, and you realized he was crying as well. Which, made you want to sob even harder.

"God, Edward," You gasp, before pressing your lips to his. The kiss is breathless, the two of you still exhasperated from before. Still, you never, ever wanted to leave this moment, you felt so safe in your vulnerability right now. You had no clue of Edward's motives for having sex with you; maybe he'd just gotten horny, or maybe he genuinely liked you in a more romantic sort of way. Still, despite that unknown, in his protective hold, you'd never felt more safe, more taken care of, than you did in this very moment.

"Should we uh- get cleaned up?" Edward asks, breaking away from the kiss.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," You sniffle.

You slowly, lift yourself off of Edward, the feeling of him slidling out of your spent cunt made your head fuzzy with overstimutation. Still, you'd lifted up eniugh to where he was completely out of you, his dick, now limp, falling into his lap. You whined slightly at the loss of contact, now empty, you could feel Edward's finish leaking out of you, running down the inside of your upper thighs.

You placed your hands on either side of Edward and tried to steady yourself enough to stand up, your legs still wavering slightly as your feet touched the floor. Edward reached his hands out to grab you as you straightened yourself up to help you keep your balance. Once you were sure you were not going to fall, you fixed your panties so they covered you completely once more, and headed for your bathroom.

A few moments later your cleaned up, laying in your bed, Edward at your side, the two of you aren't touching, only lying next to each other, above the sheets, staring up at the ceiling of the dim room.

"Thank you for letting me be your first time." You say.

"I- I wouldn't have wanted it to be anyone else."

"Really?"

"Y-yeah." He nods, "I suppose we've kind of... gotten past the point of embarassment now that you've uh- seen my dick and all-" He chuckles nervously, "So, if I'm just being completely honest- and please don't hate me for this- I've thought about it, a lot, you know. This."

A small smile forms at your lips at this admission as you look over towards Edward, it was flattering, especially coming from Edward.

"Well," you start, "Then, I'm extra glad I was able to give you what you want."

Edward looks over and smiles back at you, he looks like he's about to attempt to speak again, but he doesn't. Suddenly his smile drops and he looks worried,

"But please don't take that as I only wanted to be friends with you because I wanted to have sex with you because that is not the case. I really enjoy your company, you're the greatest person I ever met, and I really like you a lot, so please don't think otherwise," He says, the words fire out of his mouth at a nervous, rapid, pace, and you furrow your eyebrows as you try to understand each shaky word.

"You think I'm the greatest person you've ever met?" You ask, dumbfounded, a giddy smile forming at the corners of your mouth. You feel your cheeks get hot and you're sure you're bright red in the face right now.

"Yeah, you're like, the coolest." He looks back up at the ceiling, "You're... so sweet, and funny, you're beautiful- and, most of all, I guess, you gave me a chance- no one has ever given me a chance."

You don't know whether to smile or cry upon hearing Edward's words. He had told you, a few times, some stories of his childhood, the conditions he grew up with, how he'd never felt wanted ever in his life. Some of the things he had told you were so gutwrenching that, despite you having acted strong in the moment in order to comfort him, you had secretly cried over when you were alone.

"Oh Edward, thank you..." You scooch a little closer to him, placing an arm over his midsection, and lying your head on his chest. "I wish more people had given you a chance."

"It's alright, I guess," He places an arm around your back, "I'm just grateful that at least you did."

"I am too," You admit, "I'm sorry about before, essentially telling you to lock yourself in your room."

"No, don't apologize, I overreated."

"I don't think so Eddie, this is your house too. I- it's just- well if we're confessing things now, I guess- I was just nervous, I'd never brought a guy into our home before and- Edward, that's because of you."

"Because of me? I never said you couldn't-"

"No- not like that just, I think, I knew, that if I brought someone home, and then I saw you, I wouldn't have wanted them anymore." You sigh, it felt good, coming to the realization of why you'd truly been so anxious about bringing guys home. "Because... I knew- that- if I was reminded of you, I'd remember how no one could ever live up to... well... you." You confess.

"Live up to me?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "Edward, you're like the pefect man, seriously, I don't know how you haven't been like- drowning in pussy." You giggle. Edward laughs a long a little as well.

"You really think so? You know, you could do better."

"You're everything I could ever want. There is no better."

You could hear how Edward's heartrate increased from your spot on his chest, and if you were being honest, you're heart was beating out of your chest too.

"Does this mean, maybe, you'd uh- want to be my girlfriend- or something?" He asked, his voice faltering slightly.

"Are you asking me out Edward?" You smile.

"Y-yeah, I think so."

You sit up from where you're laid on Edward's chest, and turn so you're looking down at him.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend Eddie." You nod, overcome with the most overbearing joy.

You place both of your hands on Edward's cheeks and lean into him, placing a kiss directly on his lips. Both of Edward's arms wrap around your back, and he pulls you back down to his chest, as both of your bodies tangle up in eachother, and you feel his warm embrace around you, there's only one thing you're thinking, "Mine."

#edward nashton #edward nashton one shot #edward nashton fic #edward nashton x reader #paul dano #edward nashton smut #dano! riddler x reader #dano!riddler #the riddler x reader

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 47

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Damnit, Pidge by spirkylurkey

Pidge has some top-secret-classified-don't-tell-Keith-info that she accidentally lets slip to, you guessed it, Keith. Lance is an embarrassed mess. Keith isn't faring much better, to be honest.

this one made me LAUGH the way that this all pidge's fault and she's literally like. well. you shouldn't be so gay then. and she's right!! they're so dumb i love them

2. Operation: Faking It by @writeonclara

“What the hell, guys?” Pidge squawked, wrestling away from Matt. “Why are you pretending to be a couple?” Or: Matt and Lance pretend to be a couple because Shiro and Keith are clueless as hell.

do you guys remember shatt?? i remember shatt. adashi will always have my heart but shatt will literally always be funny bc ofc thats ur fic name. anyways. this fic is mostly klance but the entire concept is just so ridiculously goofy that u have to laugh. do you like lance and matt? do you like fake relationship to real relationship? do you like inverted tropes? do you like pining? do you like comedic jealousy? then this fic is well and truly for you because it has all that and more

3. all's well that ends well to end up with you by @coruscatingcatastrophe

Keith's jacket gets ruined, so Lance decides to be a good Samaritan and give him his. This is the beginning of the end.

megan's fic literally make me want to eat cement i'm so serious. i've read and been obsessed with TONS of her stuff but this one???? this fucking one???? oh god the slowburn kills me. the blossoming realisation that oh god we've been dating this whole time huh. the CHIVALRY...............a romance novel in the truest of senses and i am going to fry

4. as long as it won't separate you from me (i'll be fine) by @coruscatingcatastrophe

A little intrigued—not that she’d ever admit it—Pidge begins to climb the stairs. But before she even reaches halfway, the door—slams shut. All on its own, or so it seems. Pidge pauses, brows creasing in confusion, as she turns to look down at her dog. “Did you see that?” she asks. Peculiarly, she notes that Bae Bae’s fur is bristled, and he growls at the door before barking twice. That’s weird. Bae Bae never growls. Turning back to the door, Pidge feels unsettled, but she tells herself not to jump to ridiculous conclusions. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Maybe there was a gust of wind from the air conditioner, or the doorframe isn’t level. Whatever it is, she’s going to figure it out. - Or, a Beetlejuice au (kind of). Pidge isn't a fan of her new house, Lance and Keith are the ghosts haunting her attic, and together they hatch a plot to convince Shiro and Adam to skedaddle out of the house. There may be demon summoning involved. But seriously, Adam. Getting your hair set on fire really isn't that bad.

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!! ive been thinking about this fic all october and finally let myself reread it. ive never loved beetlejuice more than when i read this. it's so fun!! so interesting!! pidge gets a chance to shine!! klance are so!!! the way it had the story of beetlejuice but adapted well!! im!!

5. never thought i'd see the day in my life by @coruscatingcatastrophe

But Keith has somehow gone even paler in the short amount of time he’s been at the table, and he shakes his head. “No, something is . . .” His gaze flickers back to Lance, and he’s startled to find that Keith’s eyes are purple. They’ve got to be contacts. Ridiculous. As if the mullet and gloves and personality weren’t enough. Keith pushes away from the table abruptly, looking incredibly put-off now. “I, uh—gotta go,” he mutters, before angrily gathering up the backpack he’d dropped into the chair next to him and storming out of the cafeteria. “Huh,” Hunk says. “Well, that introduction could have gone a bit better. Don’t take it personally though; sometimes Keith’s just like that.” - Or, a Twilight au starring Lance as Bella, Keith as Edward, and the rest of the Voltron gang as themselves. Lance is insufferable, Keith is awkwardly trying to figure out why Lance is the way he is, and along the way they fall in love, or something. It's probably, definitely the best love story since Twilight itself.

now ive never read twilight and i refuse to on principle. but i didn't find this one creepy and instead it was super fun and dweeby and lance is indeed a ray of sunshine, thank you megan for noticing, and it turns out when the story isn't a hetero mormon wet dream it's actually a good time!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#i do the same author thing a lot huh #look it's just how i read fic okay. by author #it's easier #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #slowburn #slowburn klance #twilight au #beetlejuice au #pidge #pidge holt #pidge & keith #pidge & lance #matt #matt holt #matt & lance #shatt #longpost #fic rec #fic rec friday

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere Dimitri letting reader go to a hotel/her home after she requests him to let her have a few days to herself and well, Dimi can't say no to you because you really have been on your best behaviour after he had kidnapped you a year ago and forced you to marry him and shit.

He knows he can be a little overbearing, but you're seeing it all wrong! It's just his way of expressing his love for you :D

But nevertheless, you deserve a break. Besides you'll be safe with all his men-

"No guards." You tell him. "I don't want them scaring my friends away."

"Yes guards." Dimitri furrows his brows at you, before pushing your hair behind your ear. "You won't notice them. They'll be hidden-"

"How hidden can they be when theyre built like bears and have that intimidating look in their eyes?" You glared at him before sighing. Time to use that soft voice and damsel in distress eyes he falls for. "Come on, Dimi~ please. I just- I can't stand the feeling of eyes on me. Please. I promise I won't do anything to endanger myself. I'll even call you every few hours to update but please. No guards." You said, exasperation evident in your eyes.

Dimitri cupped your cheek, heart melting into a puddle when you leaned into it. You're so cute.

"Fine. But you call every hour. And if you get so much so as a paper cut, you are to tell me immediately- katyonak, stop laughing. I'm not kidding. I will burn that paper before bringing you back here."

Now while Dimitri did promise you that he won't have any guards accompany you, he didn't mean he won't have any hiding in the shadows. They're the best of the best, so there's no way you'll be able to see them at all-

"I TOLD YOU NO GUARDS, DIMITRI!" He winced at you screeching through the phone. Looking at your angry form through the cameras installed in your room, he couldn't help but still find you so attractive as your face turned red with rage.

So cute.

He cleared his throat. "I don't know what you are talking about, honey. I didn't send any guards. Oh no- do you feel like someone's watching you? Are you in danger? I'm coming to pick you-"

"DIMITRI!"

"Yes, katyonak?"

"Send.your.men.away."

Dimitri feigned innocence. "Again, sweetie. I don't know what you're talking about. There's no one there."

"Oh really? Are you sure about that?" You asked, and Dimitri could hear the threat that was about to follow. "Well, I guess it wouldn't matter if I pulled the drapes away and took off my clothes, huh?"

"Huh? Y/n, no dont do that-" Dimitri could only watch as you pulled the curtains away and began taking your clothes off. "Y/n! Dont do that!"

"Why not? No ones looking and I sure do miss walking around naked without you grabbing me with your paws. Oops, just undid my skirt and slip them off. And I'm not wearing anything underneath-"

Dimitri immeadiately grabbed his work phone. "GET YOUR ASSES AWAY FROM THAT APARTMENT! YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING STARING AT MY WIFE OF I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL PULL ALL OF YOUR EYES OUT AND FEED THEM TO YOU! IM GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU-!" You smiled as you ended the call, not caring to hear the rest of his threats to those poor men.

You began getting ready for bed, finally at ease now that you didn't feel being watched. But the feeling returned about 20 minutes later, which freaked you out more because there were no windows in the room for someone to be peeping in.

So... who was watching you?

Turning to your other side, you screamed and almost punched the figure lying in your bed, but it caught your fist.

"Shhh, katyonak. Its me-" but Dimitri was cut off with a pillow hitting his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" You yelled at him, snatching your wrist away from his hand, but it only prompted to Dimitri pulling your whole body against himself.

"I missed you." He pouted, puckering his lips for a kiss but you smacked his lips back.

"After a day?!"

"Yeah. And then you said that you were taking your clothes off and well- I don't wanna miss a strip tease by you."

"You get enough strip teases at home, Dimitri. Go away, I don't wanna be near you for a week- you promised me that you would let me have a break for 7 days!"

"Yes. Not 7 nights. So, I'll be here to cuddle you and eat you out for 7 nights-"

"Stop being a perv, Dimitri!" You punched his back lightly, but he only snuggled closer to you. Eventually, you relaxed in his arms. He might be a jerk, but he's warm and not that you'd ever admit it, but you do sleep better when he hugs you.

"Y/n?"

"What?"

"When you said you missed walking around naked, you know you could do it at our home?"

"Dimitri, shut up."

"And i love you too, katyonak." He said, and you felt him kiss your forehead.

#yandere Dimitri #yandere ocs #yandere oc #yandere x reader

[heyidkyay]

I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name | Before we grew up

A/N: Hey! Back with another addition to the George and Birdie universe since it was so well loved!! Honestly, the whole thing still surprises me and the fact that some of you wanted more of them actually made my heart hurt!! But I've missed them and writing this brought me a whole lot of joy, so I hope you enjoy! If this does well or it’s wanted I might write a few more like this sooo let me know x

Flashback moments | 'Before we grew up'.

“Okay, so when you’re ready just let go of the brake.”

I blinked, holding the steering wheel with an undeniable grip. “Right.” I murmured but didn’t make a move to follow the words.

George, whose brilliant idea this had all been, sat in the passenger seat of his dad’s Volkswagen, buckled in and attempting to exude an air of calm I really didn’t feel.

“You gonna let go?” He asked me after a long minute passed.

I swallowed thickly and removed my stare from where it’d been burning a hole in the windscreen so that I could look over at him. “How do I know when I’m ready?” I asked him and really didn’t appreciate the laugh he gave in return. I scowled. “What’s so funny about this? It’s a valid question!”

George just shook his head and exhaled breathily, obviously trying his best to dim the amused smile he now wore, “Honestly B, you’re just overthinking this and besides, you have it easy. It’s an automatic, barely have to do a thing.”

My scowl deepened. “Barely ‘ave to do a fing.” I mimicked in an accent similar to his deep drawl, it was his turn to frown then. I merely smiled sweetly.

“I’mma ignore that for now, ‘cause you’re a twat.” George retorted, “But also ‘cause I need to get the car back before dad notices it’s gone. So, can we get a move on?”

I inhaled deeply and fought off a whine that wanted to escape me- who the fuck said driving was easy?

“G, I’m being dead serious right now.”

He simply snorted, humoured by my anxieties, “I know, babe, and you’re doing so well.” I raised a brow at that and he smiled, “What? You are! You’ve turned the thing on, ain’t you?”

I took a hand off the wheel just to swat him, “Hilarious.” Before I was gripping it again once more, “Come on, just give me a count down or summat.” 

G shook his head and looked towards the sky, as though anyone up there cared for the likes of us, then he sighed, “Fine, on three yeah? Then you let go of the brake and go.”

“On three.” I agreed with a nod, though it sounded breathy even to my own ears.

George reached out a hand to squeeze my thigh, probably in hopes to spur some proper motivation into me but all it did was make me think back to the previous evening when he’d had a free house. I shook my head, along with the thoughts of his hands and his lips, and settled into my seat with a newfound determination as I looked out onto the road.

It wasn’t as though it was anything too terrifying, I didn’t even have to bare left or right, just keep going straight. But still, I had the horrible feeling that this would be the thing that would seal my fate- imminently, or when George’s dad finally got home to find that his car had a barge pole sticking out of its front. 

I released a shaky breath.

“Okay- one, two…”

And on three I finally let my foot slip away from the pedal, screaming a little to myself as the car began to roll.

“Yes, Birdie!” George grinned over at me, bouncing in his seat as he moved, “Now the accelerator.”

I laughed stiltedly, eyes wide as I pressed down on the other pedal, feeling the car bob at the sudden pressure.

“Easy.” George corrected but he was still smiling away, hand tapping at my leg. “Good girl. See? You’re doing it!”

And I was. I really was.

“Oh shit- break, break!” He then shouted out and I slammed on the brake pedal hard enough to have us both jerking forward in our seats, though the cat that was crossing the road continued in its languid stroll, barely even sparing us a glance.

It was after that I let go of the jittery excitement I felt, heart beating a mile a minute and my grin kilowatt. “Fuck.” I giggled, then glanced over to my left. G seemed to follow the former motion, chuckling to himself whilst we sat in the middle of a side road full of dimmed townhouses. “I wanna go again.” I told him. 

He snorted, shaking his head and grinning. “Thought you were shitting yourself a second ago?”

I shrugged, not caring in the slightest how much truth his statement held. “Can we?”

G huffed another chuckle but ultimately dipped his head, “Go on then, when we get to the garages I’ll walk you through parking.”

“Alright, but only if I can do a doughnut or somethin’ first.” I countered, like I had any authority here. But George just laughed and said nothing more whilst I went to pull away from a stop once more.

–

Christmas was always a hectic time of year. No one could deny me that. But since my dad’s passing, it had become a holiday that always came too quickly and dragged on for too long. This year though, this year was gonna be different.

See, I’d been living at Matty’s since the summer after the ‘incident’ as I liked to call it- everyone else seemed to roll their eyes at the name though. And whilst staying with them I'd come to realise a few things about myself.

Firstly, I loved all kinds of food.

Sure a strange thing to find out at my age, but I had an excuse! Alright? Staying with mum I’d pretty much had to feed myself and with money so scarce we’d only ever really had enough for the basics, or at least I did. Most of mum’s boyfriends had practically kept the food they liked under lock and key, even though nine times out of ten they hadn't been the ones to buy it. And so, this meant that I hadn’t had much opportunity to branch out, to get a feel for anything that wasn't canned, bagged, or frozen.

Secondly, I had a tad bit of childhood trauma lagging behind me. Most of which I’ll spare you the intimate details from, but that had an impact on the things I did even when I felt safe. Like, I hated not knowing if there was someone new stopping at the house, made me feel all itchy in truth. And the way I went out of my way to make sure I’d locked everything was a bit much; windows, my bedroom door, the backdoor, the front door, the bathroom door, the side gate. At one point I’d been stressing over the front entrance late at night but had felt too stupid to go and make a check to see if it was in fact closed, which had resulted in me waking Matty up to help me deal with a panic attack.

And thirdly, I had no idea how normal people spent Christmas.

This came to light when I’d all but baulked at the many traditions not just Matty and his family had, but also the rest of the lads. 

Ross and his lot often ate their Christmas roast at lunch time then went out for a chinese later on that night. How they had the room for it, I have no idea. Hann, on the other hand, was dragged back and forth between all of his family members on the twenty-sixth instead of the fifth, due to extended family coming to visit from all other parts of the country. 

Denise had a list of things she loved to do this time of year.

She’d set up a nativity outside, alongside the rest of the lights and usual decorations for the neighbours to come see. She ordered a real fur tree and then sent the boys out to go collect it with their dad once the day came. It was humongous and dropped needles everywhere, but was oh so beautiful. They always decorated it as a family, taking turns to put the topper on and finding the best branches to place sentimental ornaments. Stockings were hung by the fireplace with initials hand stitched on. And chefs typically came to cater Christmas day.

Gifts were also a big thing.

A very BIG thing.

As in, they were all so lovely and thoughtful to the point that Matty and his younger brother would have an actual meeting over what to get their mum and dad- which had melted my fucking heart, because what?

This year, I’d been forced upon them. But instead of making me feel like an intruder, they did what they always did and made me feel like one of their own.

“Love, will you get that for us?” Denise called out to me just as the doorbell went, “It’ll only be the postman.”

I smiled and nodded, happy to be of some help whilst she sent herself into a tizzy over tinsel. There’d been many deliveries as of late, so I was pretty much used to adding to the post-pile that was going on in the downstairs office.

Wandering out of the kitchen I padded over to the front door, opening it only to find that the postman wasn't there at all.

I blinked stupidly at the sight I was met with, a bright pink cab had taken over the majority of Denise’s driveway and getting out of the backseat was only my Nana.

The door handle fell from my grasp as I stepped forward on instinct, unsure of what the hell was even happening. “Nana?”

The older woman smiled over at me, eyes twinkling with mirth. Then a voice shouted out and I spotted a head of bright red curls fly out from behind the car’s boot to greet me, “Aunt Del too, Dove!”

“What?” I muttered, still so bewildered, but then I caught sight of another familiar face, a face that I didn’t think I'd be seeing until tomorrow. “Did you do this?”

George just chuckled softly, stepping closer to help my Nana over the gravel walkway, but he wasn’t the one who replied to my question. “Came down to fetch us, din’t he?” Nana replied in his stead, stretching a hand out once she got close enough, I blinked again and hurried to take it.

“He did?” I heard myself murmur, still so in shock. Practically rocking with the explosion of it.

Nana gave a sweet laugh, wrapping me up in a much needed hug and pressing a gentle kiss to my head before she pulled away, “Phoned us up a bit ago, wanted to surprise ya, darlin’.”

“Well, God. I’m surprised, that’s for sure.”

They all laughed, probably at the expression cast over my mug, but I couldn’t find it in me to even rebuke them. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“Best believe it, doll.” Aunt Del replied, smiling over at me whilst she and George trailed the bags they’d seemingly brought with them up onto the front step. “Our Georgie here went an’ planned it all, picked him up from the train station this morning.”

I let Del tackle me into another tight hug, allowing her to pepper me with a barrel full of kisses. All the while it seemed that Denise and Matty had come out to see what all the fuss was about, only- they didn’t look shocked at all.

“Surprise?” Denise sang out when she caught my gawping, waving a hand out from where she stood in the doorway.

“Did you all know?” I asked, my mind racing to catch up with the situation at hand. “How- I- This is so mad.”

Matty snorted at my crappy attempt at a sentence but I watched as he made his way on over, his mum just behind, so that they could introduce themselves. “All G’s idea, mate. Knew you were missing them and so, yeah we made this happen.”

“I can’t- just, wow.” Then I glanced over to where the one person that currently meant so much to me stood on the outskirts simply watching on. He glanced back.

“Merry Christmas, B.” George said, grinning slightly over at me, obviously pleased with my stuttering reaction.

I released the heavy breath I hadn’t even realised I'd been holding and strode over towards him, he caught me in his arms and held me with a prominent strength I didn’t know he had.

“Thank you.” I whispered once I felt as though I could, tears threatening to fall at the sincerity of it all. Never had I ever been so surprised. “Thank you.” I repeated and pressed a light kiss to the skin of his neck that was hiding behind the collar of his shirt and other many layers.

George squeezed me a little closer, then rocked us back and forth. When I finally pulled away I peered up at him with wet eyes and the brightest smile.

“I can’t believe you got away with all this.”

He laughed, but not his typical kind, no, this one was loud and carefree. Honest.

“Is that all you really care about?” He asked me, teasing, hands now at my hips.

I grinned upwards, “‘Course, can’t believe you did all this under my nose!”

Turning back towards the crowd that had gathered by the door, George’s arm fell to a loose hold on my waist and we made our way back over. Denise was already chatting away with Aunt Del and Nana had somehow roped Matty into an explanation about the band and the few stories she’d heard through G and I during our catchup calls.

At that moment, my heart had never felt so full. In fact, I don’t know how any other Christmas could top it.

–

It had been a lovely day. The most amazing time, actually.

It still felt so unreal to look over and spot Denise in her wedding gown, all happy and glowing. In Portugal of all places, too! Matty was currently off trying to get with one of the many girls attending his mum’s reception, whilst his younger brother, Lou, tested his charm on a couple of the older folk in an attempt to make a bit of money, everyone else seemed fine to just putter about from table to table.

It had started to spit a little while ago, summer rain they’d said, and so I was the only one still standing out in the garden now, the rest of the party somewhere inside the villa or over at the gazebo. My bridesmaid dress was speckled with tiny water droplets that shimmered in the late setting sun but nothing too heavy. The rain here was almost a total contrast to that back home. 

“There you are.” I heard someone say just as a pair of hands came to wind themselves around my waist, I leant back in their hold, smiling at the familiarity. “Thought you’d done a runner.”

“Nah, just enjoying the last of the sun.” I hummed, intertwining my fingers with his atop my stomach.

“As well as the rain.” George added with a light chuckle, but he didn’t seem to mind it much either. I nodded lightly, then felt him tuck my head under his chin. “Ross is sloshed.” He told me.

“Already?” I asked around a soft laugh, he hummed. “Lightweight.”

The noise from the party seemed to trickle out to greet us, but no one else seemed to want to step out into the rain. Content with the warmth inside.

“You havin’ a good time?”

I smiled at the question as well as the thumb that soothed the back of my hand. “The best.” I told him honestly, “It’s all been so lovely. Reckon I’d want something like this, you know.”

George was quiet for a long second before he spoke again, “Thought you didn’t want to be tied down. As free as a bird and all that.”

Chuckling, I shrugged a single shoulder. “Dunno. Seems cool, plus you get all that cake.”

An ugly snort escaped George at that, “Only in it for the cake then, I ‘spose.”

With a grin I tilted my head back so that he could see me, “Always!”

He narrowed his eyes down at me, eyelashes fanning the skin beneath them, then tugged me in a bit tighter, “You’re a right menace, you know that?” He murmured against the jut of my collar. I squirmed slightly in his hold, his breath tickling my neck.

“I guess it’d be nice to have a big party too.” I tacked on, if only to tease him further. And it appeared to work too, because he spun me around in his arms and I laughed at the unexpectedness of it.

The rain started to come down a little harder then, but I could hardly feel it with the weight of his gaze on me and the beam of the sun. An old Billy Idol song echoed out into the courtyard from the main room and George grinned at the sound, a favourite. “Fancy a dance?”

“What, back in there?” I wondered, not really all that up for being back amongst everyone else just yet.

George just shook his head though, as if reading my mind, and then dragged me further out onto the grass where the dampness which clung to the clipped stems soaked my feet.

He started to sway then, in time to the beat of Eyes Without A Face.

“Didn’t think you even could dance.” I murmured to him, then giggled as he spun me out, raindrops flicking up the backs of my legs before roping me back in.

“Full of surprises, me.” He quipped before dipping me into an exaggerated bend.

I gasped, unable to help myself, then shook my head, hair falling with it. “Warn me next time.”

George just grinned, eyes squinting with the power of it, then pulled me in closer, chest to chest now. His hands on my back, mine wrapped behind his neck. “Would make things boring, wouldn’t it?”

“What’s so bad about boring?” I shot back.

He huffed, the force of it fluttering my dampening hair and catching on the shell of my ear. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” He assured me and I heard more than saw his smile.

Pleased, I hummed, loosening my hold on him so that I could rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes. The rain continued to fall on and around us, neither George nor I caring for the way it clung to every available inch of our skin.

“I love you.” I heard him mutter above me, so softly I hardly even felt it resonate in his chest.

I turned to glance up at him again at that, eyes trailing across every inch of his face, taking in every detail he had to offer. “How do you know? For sure?” I questioned him in a faint whisper even though there wasn't another soul about to hear. I was still smiling away, only it was ever so soft, so warm.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “I know I love you because even on my worst days you’re all that gets through. There’s no pretending with us, you know every inch of me, the good, the bad, and still, you choose to stay. So I’ll love you today, and then tomorrow. I’ll love you til the day I die, and if there’s life after that, I'll love you then too.”

My eyes watered at the hit of his words, having expected something stupid like ‘you give good head’, or something as simple as ‘I just do’. 

“You always manage to surprise me, you know that?” I chuckled quietly, fingers threading through the length of his hair.

George lifted his brows in turn and so I just smiled, humming as I coaxed him closer so that I could finally lean in for a kiss.

“I love you.” I repeated his earlier words once we parted, laughing loudly when he swept me up off my feet and around in a circle.

“You’d better.” He quipped straight back, laughing now too before he slipped on the damp grass beneath us and sent us both sailing to the ground.

“George!”

But he continued to just chuckle away, eyes bright and beaming. God, I thought, I was so, so gone.

#the 1975 #george daniel #fic #i guess i’ll take this pain fic #the 1975 band #matty healy #fluff #x reader #ross macdonald #adam hann #birdie #birdie and G #heyidkyay #george daniel x reader #george daniel the 1975 #george daniel fic

[plentyoffandoms]

Glittery Pink (Part 11) (18+)

Gwi-nam x f/Reader

willing to "flash" a body part

Main Masterlist ♡ All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist ♡ Yoon Gwi-nam Masterlist ♡ Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Flashing. Mentions vibration panties

Am I late to this fandom? Oh hell, yes, but the show was so good.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif & 2nd @dramastream

YN'S POV:

He said the last part softly, that I didn't think I would hear him, but I did, but I didn't indicate that I heard anything.

I just watched as he tucked himself into his pants, fixed himself up, and got into the front seat.

I sat next to him, looked in the mirror, and silently cursed to myself at how ruined I looked and we haven't even fucked.

The car ride was quiet except for the music playing, and that was perfectly fine with me. I was tired and needed a shower, some toothpaste, and mouthwash.

He parked a block away from the house, and just as I was about to open the door, he told me to wait. I gave him a confused look as he reached in front of me and opened the glove compartment, and handed me a small bag.

I went to open the bag, but he interrupted me once more. "Not here." I didn't question him, even though I had about a thousand going through my head. I put the bag in my backpack.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow." I said to him as I got out of the passenger side. I closed the door and walked the short distance to my house.

◆

It has been a few hours since I got home, and after a shower, some dinner which I spent with my parents, I am now in my room doing my homework.

I was re-reading a science question when I saw my phone light up from its place on my nightstand.

I ignored it as I needed to get this done.

But whomever it was kept messaging me, and now it has turned into them calling.

I answered the phone, annoyed at the fact that they wouldn't take the hint and leave me alone.

"Hello?"

"YN." Sun-Hee's soft voice was on the other end.

"Sun-Hee, hey."

"I have to tell you something."

"Okay...." I trailed off. I have no idea what she is going to say.

"You know how I mentioned leaving the party with someone? Well, I technically didn't leave....it was his house."

It dawned on me.

"Son Myeong-hwan? No way! How was it?"

Her tone changed as she told me how it was.

"He really had your eyes rolling? Huh, I thought he would have been a selfish lover."

"Me too, but YN, please don't tell Jang-Mi."

It isn't my place tell and I told her that as much. "If this gets serious, you will eventually have to tell her though."

"I don't think it will. We are just having fun, like you and Gwi-nam."

Hearing his name made me remember he gave me a gift, and I still haven't looked at it.

"Hey, I'll see you tomorrow. I just have to finish up this science homework." We hung up the phone.

I grabbed my backpack and pulled out the bag. I opened it, and I could have rolled my eyes at what was in the bag.

A pair of black, lace panties, and there was a note. 'Wear these and let me know.' Odd request, but sure.

I have learned that when he asks me to do something, it is best to just do it.

I finished my homework, laid out my clean uniform with the panties on top and went to bed.

◆

I walked to school the next day and was standing by my locker with Sun-Hee, the two of us whispering about her night with Myeong-hwan. When I saw Gwi-nam come around the corner with his friends around him.

I messaged him this morning, letting him know I was wearing his gift.

Sun-Hee stepped aside when Gwi-nam got close to me, and he put his arms on either side of my head, palms flat against my locker.

He leaned down to talk softly to me.

"You have no idea what you are in for today."

Was all he said before he walked away. I was clearly confused and wanted to chase after him, but the sound of the bell had me going to my first period.

Gwi-nam's POV:

I just had to wait for our first class together, and then I will start my fun. I can feel the remote in my pocket, already have the settings memorised.

I hardly paid attention to whatever the teacher was drowning on and on about, my mind completely occupied with what happened in the back of my car yesterday.

The feeling of being in her warm mouth and coming down her throat had me biting my fist and trying to think of anything gross to get me to calm down.

The bell rang and could have run to my next class as that is the class with YN. She was already sitting there, and I was close enough.

So, I put it on the first setting. The lowest one. I watched as she stopped writing what was on the board, looked down at her lap with a confused look on her face.

I took my seat behind her. I leaned over the desk to whisper in her ear once more.

"I told you, you have no idea what you are in for today. We are going to have so much fun."

"Gwi-nam, please tell me these are not..." I interrupted her.

"Oh, but they are. Now be a good girl, and pay attention. Class is about to start." And just on cue, our teacher walked in.

◆

I kept it on the lowest setting until she got called upon, and I knew it was perfect timing.

She was just about to finish the answer when I turned it up as high as it could go. The moan that left her mouth had everyone looking at her concerned as YN covered her mouth with her hand.

"Are you okay?" Our teacher asked and all YN could do was nod her head yes.

"Maybe you should go see the nurse." I didn't want the fun to end, and I guess neither did she because she shook her no.

"No, I am good." And she answered the question. I turned the vibrating panties off to give her a break.

I didn't want another teacher to think about sending her to a nurse or sending her home. So I had to bid my time.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the class. I waited outside the classroom for YN. Our classmates who were standing around outside the room were whispering and talking amongst themselves.

They quieted down when YN walked out and averted their gaze ones I put my arm around her shoulders, and the two of us walked away.

I pulled her into the same empty classroom as before and closed the door behind us.

"Sit on the table." I told her, and I watched with glee as she did as I asked. Once she was settled, I grabbed her and snapped the Glittery Pink one.

Willing to "flash" a body part.

"Lift up your skirt. I want to see how soaked you are." I grabbed another chair and pulled it up in front of her. I sat down and waited for her to lift the hem of her skirt.

"Gwi-nam, maybe."

"Now." My tone was all she needed to realise I wasn't playing around. She lifted her skirt, and just as she did that, I put it back on the highest setting.

Her back arched, and she flung back her head. She leaned back on her elbows and tried to close her legs, but I made sure to grip them and keep them apart.

"Don't you dare close them. I want to watch you fall apart for me."

Her body was shaking. She had tears streaming down her face and she never looked more gorgeous than she does at this very moment.

But I needed more.

I stood up and put my body between her legs. I reached down between our bodies and placed my palm right where the vibrator was and pushed it even harder against her clit and pussy.

My other hand lifted her shirt to just below her chin. I groped her tits through her bra, but I needed more.

I pulled the cups up and leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth, and groped the other one. I switched and gave the same treatment to the other one.

"Gwi-nam," She said, my name softly, and then it slowly turned into a chant. She was so close.

"You close princess? Need to cum?" I pushed even harder against her pussy.

"Please." She begged. I let go of her breast and gripped the back of her head, slammed my lips against hers, almost forgetting my plan for her.

"No." I mumbled against her lips as I took my hands away from her quivering body and took a step back and turned off the panties.

"What? What the fuck Gwi-nam?" She was pissed. She was so close to a big orgasm, but I took that away from her.

"When you cum today and you will, it will be on my tongue. Now fix yourself up and meet me for lunch. You are sitting with me."

I left her there, tits out, tear streaked face, and her calling out my name in frustration.

Blue (Part 10) (18+) ♧ Green (Part 12) (18+)

Gwi-nam taglist: @thefrogqueen8

#reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #all of us are dead #all of us are dead imagine #all of us are dead fic #all of us are dead smut #aouad #aouad fic #aouad fanfic #aouad x reader #aouad smut #aouad imagines #yoon Gwi-nam smut #yoon Gwi-nam x f/Reader #yoon Gwi-nam x reader #gwi nam x reader #gwi-nam x female reader #gwi-nam smut #gwi-nam imagine

[smuttysabina]

Chaelisa "Chella Action

(Lisa x Rose, 800 words) Lisa and Rose have fun at Coachella Tags: Lesbian action, Dialogue, Fisting, brief vomiting, cumplay, harsh language

"Really Lisa?"

"What, Rose?"

"This is the best you could find?"

"Hey, I don't want to hear any complaints, this is the best one I could get that was... unspoiled."

"Where did you even find it anyways?"

"Passed out next to the main stage, I think she missed him since he was unconscious."

"Well judging by the screaming Jennie is still going at it."

"Mhmm, so be happy we don't get her sloppy seconds for once, this one is fresh!"

"I'm surprised you didn't just grab some of her leftovers, considering what a perverted whore you are, you should like cleaning up after your betters."

"Wow fuck you too bitch, at least I'm not a sadistic... oh, shut up, shut up, he's waking up! Ahem- Hello there, how are you feeling, good? Oh don't bother getting up silly, we'll be joining you down there soon enough."

"Ugh, do we really have to fuck him in the dirt?"

"Its COACHELLA, everything is covered in dirt!"

"Well some of us, dislike rutting on the ground like animals!"

"Okay, then go find a fucking clean mattress then, I'll be busy enjoying myself."

"FINE. But I get to go first."

"Um, no. I don't want you to ruin him like you do with all of your... slaves. The last one was literally jizzing blood!"

"Oh please, you were just on your period Lisa, and anyways I don't want your filthy cunt juices smeared all over my... dildo."

"Heh, you were going to say 'slave' weren't you?"

"Its called wordplay whore, maybe you should figure it out before writing another song."

"....Ouch"

"..."

"..."

"Okay, I'm sorry, that was a little too harsh."

"It's fine, that just means I get to go first. God you are so easy to manipulate, its a wonder you manage to domme anyone at all..."

"Hey!"

"Too late! Hello again my darling little pet, ready to make my insides all juicy? Don't mind Rose there, she's just mad about going last! So make sure to fuck me good and proper, if you cum before I do, I'll make sure you get it up again..."

"..."

"What's wrong Rose, still mad that you're going to be cleaning up after me again? You can just stand there and watch as I ride- wait Rose. What are you doing back there with your hand? Wait, no. Get lube you idiot! Get lube! LUBE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"

"Oh shut up you slut, I know you love it rough. This is payback for earlier, whore"

"Oh fuck... Rose I can feel your fist in my stomach... oh god I'm gonna! Blooooargh!"

"That's disgusting! Could you not puke everywhere like a cheap whore? You really do deserve to get fucked on the ground you filthy animal."

"Hah- I- hah, I don't want to hear that from the fucking bitch who just shoved her arm up my ass!"

"Lisa, you came like twice from this, don't deny you're not enjoying this."

"Urrrgh, I'm going to force feed you so much cum after this you bitch..."

"I'd love to see you try, by the time I'm done with you I doubt your loose holes will be able to hold anything in them at all!"

"Ghurk Ghurk Ghurk GHUAH! Is that all you've got Rose, I've fucked virgins who could plow me harder than that!"

"...Um Lisa."

"Huh...? What?"

"Look down."

"...Oh, he passed out again."

"...Did he finish?"

"Hmm.... yup I can feel his load in there! I guess he came so hard he blacked out!"

"Pfffft, you really do suck at choosing fuck meat!"

"Yeah yeah I don't want to hear it! Also uh, Rose?"

"Yes Lisa?"

"Want to keep fisting me?

"Sigh, fine. But only if you eat me out afterwards."

"Deal! And you can degrade me all you want and shit while I'm doing it."

"You do know how to push my buttons don't you?"

"Oh yeah, and afterwards, want to try and find some more pets? Surely Jennie can't fuck her way through all of them!"

"With Jisoo helping her out? Seriously?"

"Well I guess we can be on cleanup duty again..."

"Are you fine with sloppy seconds?"

"Are you really asking me that?"

"Fine, as long as you clean them off first for me..."

"Rose dear, I always do. Now shouldn't you be, um?"

"Oh right! Only if you ask nicely though, Lisa."

"I hate you."

"That works!"

"OH FUCK! HARDER ROSE HARDER!"

#blackpink smut #rose smut #lisa smut #chaelisa #blackpink #Smut

[it-was-funeral-grey]

Realisations in mess (Al Haitham x F!Reader)

Masterlist Part 5 Part 6

Summary: you're finally home! But what is this mess? clean up + cooking with alhaitham basically

Warnings: vulgarities, trashed up house (matra's fault), reader's ankle is sprained, cleaning up, alhaitham spewing out absolute bs, they eat an onion lol (no joke i was far gone when i wrote that part), sword,

Word count: <3.4k

Inspired by:-

Author's note: im learning how to make gifs! also im not sure if its obvious, but this is gonna be a 'slowburn' type of story!

Thank you everyone for your comments and encouragement! I can;t thank you all enough!

as usual i hope this is ok i tried

Please give criticism! Also, if i missed any warnings, do tell me so i can add them!

Her house is a fucking mess.

Al Haitham can try, but he can't recall what her house looks like. But he knows it's not supposed to look like this.

Archons, what the hell did the Matra do? 

He doesn't stop her when she unslings her arm from around him. Instead, he holds the door open as she hobbles into her living room. He hears her let out a defeated sigh, but when she turns around to face him, she smiles.

"Well, at least I'll have something to do this afternoon," she looks around with pursed lips. "Been thinking of rearranging stuff anyway!"

Her cheerful tone doesn't fool him. It's as clear as day that she's beyond upset at the state of her home.

"You're...going to clean up this mess on your own?" she can't be serious. The place is completely trashed (is that...Harra Spice on the floor?). "Just you. With your sprained ankle." 

"Well, you did see the looks that the neighbours gave me," no, he didn't. He was focusing on other things. Like making sure she leans her weight on him, not her ankle. "I should probably keep to myself for now," she replies, her eyes downcast. "Hopefully, whatever rumours about me will die out soon." 

With that, she squats down, picking up a book off the floor. 

Huh, now that he thinks about it, there are a lot of books here (and yes, that's definitely Harra Spice on the floor.). And no, not notebooks or record books. Actual books- look, there's a book on languages over there and a thick book about Liyue Adeptuses right next to it. Al Haitham has never seen another house with this many books (apart from his own). In fact, most of her living room floor is covered in them, ripped from their bookshelves which lay not too far away from them. 

It must have taken her years to collect this many books. He's impressed that she managed to keep them all hidden all this time.

"I'll be fine, really," her voice strains as she reaches for another book. "Thank you for helping me back! And for everything else." 

Al Haitham's moving before he knows it. One second he's standing up, looking down at her picking up her books. The next, he's dropping his overnight bag and squatting down, grabbing her book for her.

"Oh! Thank you."

"You need to rest your ankle," Al Haitham states, reaching over to take the book already in her hands. "Stand up." 

Moving over to her, he gestures for her to sling an arm over him before standing up with her.

"There's no way you're going to be able to clean up this mess," he unslings her hand gently before walking over to her overturned couch. "I'll help."

"Ah! It's fine," she hobbles over to him, but he's already flipped her couch over. "You must be busy. I can-"

"It's lunchtime now. Everyone's on break." 

"Then you should be taking a break too!"

"I've already done so on the boat."

"Well, what about your lunch? I didn't see you eat anything."

"I had a heavy breakfast."

"That's not lunch."

"Sit down and rest your ankle."

"Hey! Did you hear what I just said?"

Despite your protests, you're grateful you won't have to clean up this mess alone.

"How do you arrange your books?" Al Haitham asks as he lifts your last toppled bookshelf back upright. "By topic? Height?" He then shoots you a wary glance. "…Colour?"

"Topic, then by height," you reply, feeling slightly useless as you sit on the couch with a newly bandaged ankle (courtesy of Al Haitham). "Wait, colour? Do people do that?"

"You'll be surprised," he chuckles, and you see his shoulders relax. "There exists a certain individual that insists on making it their personal mission to convince others to arrange their bookshelves that way purely 'for the aesthetic'," he picks up a red book off the floor, running a hand over the slightly dented cover. "You have a lot of books here."

"Do… you find it strange?" you ask meekly. You wouldn't be surprised if he did. Hardly anyone in Sumeru used books, much less kept them thanks to the (recently abolished) Personal Book Act. This wouldn't be the first time a visitor judges you about it.

"Not at all," Al Haitham replies, flipping through the book gently. "I'm just surprised that you read," he stops at a folded page. "Almost no one reads in Sumeru. Not even Akademiya scholars. All they relied on was the Akasha terminals."

He balances the book in a hand and shuts it.

"I'm impressed that you managed to get your hands on this many. The Akademiya doesn't print any books. And there aren't any bookstores in Sumeru."

He passes the red book to you, and you swear his lips curve upwards for a fraction of a second.

"It's well written, but the author gives no evidence to back up his hypothesis. It's pure speculation on his part."

"You've read this before?"

"It's a title in the House of Daena," he explains, bending down to pick up another book and reading its title. "Although it's better off as a storybook."

"The House of Daena has books about Liyue?" you ask. The book in your hands is a Liyue publication which took you many pains to obtain. If there's an easier way to get access to such books-

"Definitely," he seems intrigued by your enthusiasm. "Many darshans' studies involve learning about other cultures and regions. So, books on such topics would be provided. Although whether the students want to read them is a different story."

So they'll have books about Liyue Law! You haven't been able to get your hands on any thus far.

He picks up a few more books off the floor and places them on a bookshelf nearest to him.

"You have a lot of books on Law. And Liyue."

"Ah! Yeah," his observation shocks you back into reality. "I…actually wanted to study in Liyue's Law School."

"Wanted?"

"Well, you know," he turns to look at you, and you look away. You know you won't be able to control the disappointment written all over your face if you talk about this. "Times aren't exactly the best now. Money is tight right now, with inflation and all. So…"

"I see."

"Yeah," you sigh and quickly plaster a smile, as you turn back to him. "But it's alright. I can still read about it! There are many more books in the House of Daena, so I'll borrow them!"

"…You can only borrow books if you're a student or teacher at the Akademiya."

"Oh."

It takes Al Haitham about an hour to finally get all the books off the ground and into a somewhat orderly manner. The floor is much more empty now, save for shards of glass and foodstuff amongst overturned furniture. Al Haitham knows that the Matra are thorough in their investigations, but wrecking a house to such an extent in search of evidence is seriously going overboard.

He's going to have a long talk with the Matra stationed at Port Ormos when he gets there.

"Here?" Al Haitham asks the lady standing next to him. She's insisted on helping, against his protests. Eventually, they came to a compromise- he'll carry and arrange the books, and she'll point out where to put everything.

"Yep! These few are fine- ok, switch those two," she instructs. "Everything else is in order. Thank you!"

"Where's the broom?" Al Haitham asks, kicking a shard of glass away from her. "There's glass everywhere."

"It must be the bottle of Harra Spice I bought," she hobbles past the dining table over to the kitchen, Al Haitham following closely behind her. "I bought some groceries the day before I got arrested. I left it on the dining table and… forgot to unpack it."

She didn't forget. Al Haitham takes the opportunity to quickly pick up the chairs and push them under the table, which she thanks him for. She was taking care of me and didn't have the time to put it away.

They both ignore the splinters of wood that fall out when he moves the chairs.

"I'm sorry about this whole mess," Al Haitham sighs. It doesn't matter how he tries to reason with himself. No matter what, this whole situation is his fault. And it leaves a really bad taste in his mouth that she's the one paying the price for it. "I'll be sure to pay for whatever damages there are."

"None of this is your fault," she quickly retorts, grabbing the broom's handle…which immediately detaches from the broom's head. "And like I said," she reaches for the broom head, but Al Haitham beats her to it, taking the handle from her as well. "I've been thinking about rearranging the place anyway!"

Yeah. Rearranging, not refurbishing. Past her shoulder, he sees the wrecked kitchen. And shards of broken tableware among other objects sprinkled all over the floor. She's going to need to replace a lot of things.

"Still, if there's anything I can do to make it up to you-"

"If you really want to make it up to me, take care of yourself and don't faint in front of a random person's house again!"

"I'll do my best."

"Is…that a yes or a no?" her head tilts as she frowns, eyeing him puzzledly. "And wait! Do your best to not do that or to do that?"

And out of nowhere, Al Haitham feels the sudden urge to 'push it', as Kaveh call it. Just to see how she'll react. For research purposes.

"Celestia wills the movement of the mountain and hills." he recites an old rhyme while observing her increasingly perplexed expression with great interest. The rhyme was just his grandmother's way of saying that no one knew what the future held- except fate.

"…what?"

"May the stars align your wish alongside their plans."

"???"

The good news is that cleaning your kitchen didn't take very long. The bad news is that you pretty much have to buy a new set of almost everything for your kitchen.

No, you're not joking. All you could do was grab things off the floor and counter and throw them into the bin. It hadn't taken long for you to realise that the Matra had destroyed almost everything, save for your stove and sink, a dented, but still usable pot, a single onion and a small bottle of oil.

Nothing else was spared. Not your tableware. Not your bottles of sauce. Not any of your newly bought ingredients. And most definitely not your bottle of Harra spice.

"This should be the last of it," Al Haitham re-enters the kitchen with a fully filled dustpan. "You need any help in here?"

"No, I'm done here," you groan. The Matra had destroyed all your groceries for the week. Do you even have enough Mora to buy food again this week? "Squeaky clean!"

"…and empty."

"Don't remind me," you grumble, sitting on the counter. "How did they break so many plates? It's not even fragile! It's made of wood!"

"A hidden ability of overzealous and bored Matra, I suppose," Al Haitham says as he dumps the contents of the dustpan into your overflowing bin. "Is there anything else?"

"No, just my room. I'll settle that myself," you answer. Rubbing at your bandaged ankle, you sigh, leaning your head against the overhead cabinet. "Thank you for your help, really. I wouldn't have been able to clean this all on my own."

"It's no problem. How does your ankle feel?"

"It's alright. Doesn't hurt too much."

"That's good. Elevate it when you can."

"I will."

A peaceful silence washes over the two of you as you finally get some rest after cleaning the entire house. But all that's interrupted when your stomach suddenly rumbles.

Oh, Archons. 

"I…I'm so sorry."

"Well, it is a little bit past lunchtime. How are you settling lunch?"

"I have an onion."

"Sorry?"

"I have oil too."

"You're going to eat an onion?"

"I gotta," you grip the onion in your hands. "But all my knives are broken, so I can't dice it."

"Can't you go out to buy some ingredients?" Al Haitham looks a little concerned. "You don't need to eat the onion."

"The only person who sells groceries these days is Bahram," you begin peeling the onion. "But he closes shop early. He should be closed right now."

"So, how are you planning on eating this…onion?"

"I'll try to fry it."

"You're just going to toss that whole sphere of onion onto a pan?"

"Well, I don't have a pan anymore so I'll use my pot," you grab your pot and place it over the stove. "Hopefully, it won't roll out."

"Now, hold on. Don't do that."

"I mean the other alternative is eating it raw, but-"

"Use this."

"Hm?" you pour some oil into the pot before turning to him. "What the he-"

"Calm down. You're going to spill the oil onto the floor."

"Where did that come from?!"

"From me."

Before you is a beautiful green blade, rounded by a white and gold spine. A majestic aura surrounds it- as if it belongs to a higher being. It almost looks too holy to touch.

"Here. Use it to dice the onion."

HUH.

"Waitjustholdonasecond," your words jumble as you struggle to understand his request. "You want me to take your fancy blade and use it to cut the onion?"

"Yes," he pushes the blade further towards you. "Go on."

"You can't be serious. I can't do that to your sword!"

"If it's hygiene you're worried about, I assure you that-"

"No, it's not that!" honestly, it kind of scares you how hygiene isn't your main concern here. "Your sword! I can't cut an onion with your sword! What if I break it?"

"If my sword breaks from cutting an onion, I wouldn't carry it around."

"You carry it around? Where? I didn't see- ok, I'm going off-topic," you sigh. "Are you sure I can use it? It looks really expensive and I don't wanna, uh, desecrate it."

"It's a sword. It's meant for cutting things," he takes the onion from you and slices it into two before handing it over to you. "You're using it as intended. I don't see the problem."

"If you say so…" he lets the blade go into your hands, and you jerk at the sudden weight. "Oh- Archons, how do you carry this?"

"You alright there?"

"Yep, yep, I- I'll be fine!"

Your onions end up more chunky than usual, but you'll take it. You heat up the oil (after trying to squeeze out every last drop of oil from the small bottle) and gently add in the onions later. The sounds of sizzling oil fill the kitchen, and you happily take in the scent emitting from the pot. After a while, you feel that it's time to stir it around so you-

Wait. How are you gonna stir it?

"Uh oh," you grab the handle of the pot, tilting it from one end to the other. But it's no use. The onions aren't flipping over. "Oh no."

"Hm?"

"I forgot I don't have a spatula. I can't flip it."

"Use the sword."

"I- fine. Use the sword."

The final product looks better than you expected. Golden brown onions lay on top of each other inside the pot and your mouth waters at the sight.

"You'll have to wait till the pot cools down a little," Al Haitham cautions as he places the pot on the dining table. "Or else you'll burn your hand when you reach in for a slice."

"Haha, no."

"Hey! What did I just say-"

You really can't help yourself. You're too hungry. Reaching into the pipping hot pot, you pinch a piece of onion and quickly toss it into your mouth.

"Ah- hwot-"

"Unbelievable."

"Take- a slice!" you say between blowing out hot air. "It tastes pretty good! Must be the fancy sword flavour."

"I'll take one when it cools down a little. So I don't burn my fingers and the roof of my mouth."

"Suit yourself."

And the two of you fall into another cycle of silence- this time only interrupted by the sound of you blowing out hot air and Al Haitham scoffing at the display before him. Eventually, the pot cools down, and he takes up your offer and grabs a piece.

"What do you think? Pretty good, right?"

"It's good."

"That's all you have to say about the onions your sword painstakingly chopped?" you hold your chest in fake shock. "How dare you, good sir!"

"Well, my sword seems happy enough," he plays along, reaching a hand out. In an instant, the blade materialises. "I don't see any dissatisfaction from it."

"Woah!"

And then the blade disappears. And his hand is again as empty as your kitchen is.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what? Keep my sword?"

"Yeah! And make it reappear!"

"Well…"

The rest of your meal is spent happily chatting and making the poor man materialise and keep his blade over, and over again.

As selfish as it sounds, you don't want him to go. Because the moment he does, you'll be alone in Vimara Village, with nothing but rumours to keep you company.

But he has a job to do- an important one, at that. He's Sumeru's Acting Grand Sage. He's not a friend.

"I think it's about time I take my leave," he finally says, snapping you out of your train of thought. Standing up from his shaky chair, he grabs his overnight bag. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Not at all," you reply, slowly standing from your chair as well. "I'm sorry that I couldn't host you under better circumstances."

"Would you happen to know where a certain Dilawar lives?" he asks. "I was told that he lives here."

Ah, so that's why he's here.

"Mr Dilawar lives not too far from here. Just head upwards from here and stop at the second house from the bridge," you answer. "Are… you here to fix Port Ormos?"

"Yes," he replies. "The closure of the port is not a problem I can ignore. Discussing the current state and future of the port with the trade supervisors is a crucial step in fixing the problem."

"Well, if you're on the case, then there's nothing for us common folk to worry about," you let out a relieved sigh. "With you as the Acting Grand Sage, Sumeru is in good hands."

"…Thank you."

You walk him to your front door, and he pauses outside for a moment to look back at you.

"Make sure to rest your ankle."

"I will."

"Keep a look out for any shards of glass on the floor. I may have missed them."

"I highly doubt that, but alright."

"And," he pauses again, looking over at your bookshelves. "Don't give up hope on going to Law school."

"Eh?"

"You must have taken a lot of effort to collect and read through all those books," he says. "It'd be a pity if all that effort went to waste."

He stands a little straighter, looking you in the eye this time.

"This is a temporary issue. Don't let something like that ruin a lifetime of fulfilment."

With that, he turns around.

"Well then, see you."

"Ah! Yeah, see you."

And he walked off.

"Well, you know," she doesn't turn away fast enough for Al Haitham to miss that crushed expression of hers. "Times aren't exactly the best now. Money is tight right now, with inflation and all. So…"

"I see."

So, it's a money issue. The reason that she's giving up her dream is because of money.

Like hell he's going to let that happen.

He'll solve it. He'll fix Sumeru's entire economy. He'll force the port open with his own two hands.

Just get that look off her face.

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@peachyvulpixie-archived this is your fault

She was worried. Sy was running a fever, a bad one, and this man never got sick. It had been about a month since he moved in as they figured it was well past time they consolidated. He was at her place most days and night anyway, even more so since he started letting her feed from him. She never took a lot, just enough to get her through the next month or so while his body replaced what she took. The femoral artery was his favorite place for her to take from, as, true to her word, she was always doing other things down there that held his attention. Although, he was sometimes partial to sitting back against her chest, her arms around him as she took from his carotid. Depended on what kind of day he had.

He lay in bed, covered with blankets to feed the fever as she laid a cool, damp rag over his forehead.

"We should think about getting you to a hospital, baby." She said, "I don't like how high your fever is."

"N-no. No, it's all right. It'll break on its own. Been through this before." He said, shivering despite his raging body temp. "It's a viral thing, has to run its course. Somethin' I picked up in Afghanistan few years back. Comes and goes."

"I don't like it."

"I'll be fine." He said, "I just need'ta rest."

"I'll be here if you need anything." She said, laying down next to him.

"Love you." He said, swallowing heavily.

"Love you, too."

She didn't know when she fell asleep, but she woke hearing him falling out of bed.

"Sy!" She exclaimed, leaping out of bed and rushing to him on the floor.

"So fuckin' stupid." He mumbled, "Shoulda fuckin' known better."

"Let's get you back into bed, okay? I'll--"

"No!" He snapped, an odd growl to his voice, making her flinch away from him. "Fuck, I gotta...I can't keep it back anymore. Always hurts like a bitch if I go too long without."

"What're you talking about?"

"I'm sorry, Annie. I'm so fuckin' sorry." His hand slapped against the carpet as his back bowed, his spine pressing against his skin. His fingers became long and gnarled, tipped in dark claws. "I'm sorry." The change came quickly after that, the creature tearing its way out of his skin and she scrambled back across the floor as it happened. Ragged breathing filled the room when it was over and she stared at it.

It looked like a Hollywood wolfman, heavy muscles moving under skin covered in dark, short, wiry fur. Thicker patches covered its shoulders and back that moved with its heaving breaths that left the long muzzle.

"Oh you son of a bitch." She said and it looked at her. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

Annie...

"No." She said, "Do you even know how much I beat myself up over not telling you about me? And you had the audacity to..."

I was going to tell you. His mouth wasn't built for speech, but she could hear his voice clear as day in her mind.

"I was worried about you!" He crawled on all fours across the room towards her, moving on legs that bent in the wrong direction. His sleep pants had managed to survive the transformation and fit snuggly around muscular thighs, threatening to bust at the seams as he moved.

I know you were, baby. I'm sorry. I know I gave you shit about not tellin' me about you, but I realized what a damn hypocrite I was.

"Damnit, Kyle!" Annalisa snapped and he whined, his ears going back, and while she couldn't see a tail, she could hazard a guess it would have been tucked between his legs if he did have one. He stopped in front of her, looking at her with pleading liquid blue eyes.

I love you.

"Fucker." She muttered, "I love you, too."

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Hiii! May I request a romantic Tommyinnit x (male! if possible, but if not that's fine too!) reader where the reader is also a vlogger visiting NY.

Basically, one of Tommy's tasks is to find another vlogger and he comes across the reader who is filming a travel vlog? - Anon2

Absolutely! It's a little short, but I made up for it with a bit of a flirty reader :D

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Male!Reader

Viral Vlogger

Out of the many places you've been, New York City has to be among the busiest. Between the cars and people, a constant headache thrummed alongside the anxiety that came with traveling. The locals must be able to see some pattern that you can’t, hence why you escaped to a random park.

While being a vlogger, you’ve discovered a few important things. People look at you a little less weirdly if you call your vlog a movie, traveling alone is recipe for disaster, and parks are the best place to escape to. As long as the park wasn’t famous, that is.

Most tourists flocked to the more popular places, leaving the little parks behind. The locals, on the other hand, knew all the hidden gems and tended to find respite in the parks just like you did. Some of the best conversations you’ve ever had happened because you decided to hide in a park.

“Lighting here should be good enough.” You mumble to yourself.

Your cameraman and best friend was meeting with family, leaving you to record by yourself for the day. Normally you two were like the setup for a bad joke: two guys, a camera, and the sights of the world.

Holding out the camera, you do a little spin around to show off the park. “I know what you’re thinking. He’s done it again! He’s found another park! And yes, yes I have. Do I look like a city boy? Hell no. I’m hoping to be able to speak with some cool people today, get some insight on what really goes on in this city. As much as I love the sights of broadway and famous landmarks, this city is more than its looks. It’s the people. And you guys just love when I embarrass myself in front of people, so there’s also that.”

You laugh, glancing around to try and find someone who’s close and looks friendly.

“Excuse me?” The voice comes from behind you, making you jump. “Are you a vlogger?”

Turning, you find another guy with a camera pointed at you. He’s wearing a shit-eating grin. Looks like you have competition, huh?

“No, I just carry around this camera for fun.” You deadpan.

“Oh. Uh-“

“Yes, I’m a vlogger.”

“Aha! There can only be one vlogger around these parts, and that’s me!”

He’s British, something you missed the first times he spoke. With the newfound information that he’s both British and a vlogger, you take a closer look at him. Despite having weirdly blue eyes and nearly golden-blond hair, his defining feature has to be his smile.

“Who even are you?" You ask, going along with whatever joke he's playing.

With a fake gasp, he screams, "YOU BASTARD! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?! I AM THE TOM SIMONS!"

Listen, you'd say you're pretty well versed in most of the travel vloggers out there. That being said, you've never heard of Tom Simons.

"Well, Tom Simons, I'm-"

"You're loser boy." He interrupts. "And I'm the king vlogger."

"Okay, if anyone here is the loser boy it's you."

"I AM A MAN!"

"There's no way you're older than nineteen."

His mouth opens and closes, and you know you've got him.

"I think I'll be taking your crown, child."

"Hey! You aren't older than nineteen either, you fucking bitch!"

"No, but I'm cooler."

For a second his angry expression drops to reveal a glimpse of a smile before it's back on. With a little bit of surprise, you realize you're enjoying messing around with him.

"And I'm hotter." He responds, fanning himself.

You literally cannot dispute that, seeing as you just called yourself cool. There's no way you're letting him win this now though. Not after you've gotten yourself invested.

"Maybe cuter."

Well, fuck. While it was a response, it wasn't the one that was meant to come out of your mouth. Flirting, really?

He's flushes red, turning away from you to face the camera. "Average Tom Simons viewer, am I right guys?"

The girl holding the camera covers her mouth to stop her laughter from being picked up by the mic. Tom turns back to you, a slightly different smile on now.

"So, you're vlogging New York City?"

"Yeah, I'm a travel vlogger." You answer.

"That's sick!" Maybe he wasn't a travel vlogger. That'd certainly explain why you'd never heard of him. "How long have you been here for?"

"A few days. You?"

"A whole ass week. I'm pretty much an expert now."

"Really? You should show me the best places around then, expert Tom Simons."

Flirting, but this time with a bit more tact. While you certainly hadn't come to NYC looking for love, you didn't mind possibly finding one. You were already crushing on him just from the fifteen minutes you've spent joking around!

"I will then, loser boy."

"Loser is one letter away from lover, you know."

Tom sputters before crossing his arms. He really never backed down.

"Fine then, lover boy. That was fucking cringe as shit. Fuck that. Let's just go explore the city together and have a whirlwind romance so I can forget you tomorrow."

You laugh, tucking your camera away. "Deal."

The next morning, you wake up with a text from a new contact in your phone. Guess he didn't forget you in a day after all.

One new message from Tom the NYC expert

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Rumors or Not?

Vampire!Taylor Swift x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 1,052

A/N:this is my first time writing fanfics ya'll, hope you'll enjoy it :) sorry if it's not that good 😅

Parts: 1 , 2

Y/N'S POV

I am Y/N L/N, I have been working at a cafe as Barista for a while now and i enjoyed it, especially when i see people smile, people would think that I would quit my job or its not safe because i work at night, but for me I'm fine with it, plus my house is just a few walk away from this cafe so I have nothing to worry about, also there were rumors saying that vampires exist in this world and they stroll out at night, i didn't believe them because they were just myths.

i am currently on my phone scrolling through the social media to entertain myself as i was waiting for a customer, then something caught my attention. it was a post about Taylor Swift, i decided to check it out because I am huge fan of taylor swift herself, my eyes suddenly widened at what i just red, it was a post about suspecting Taylor Swift as vampire, anger starts to build up inside of me at the post. I think to myself, WHY THE HELL WOULD THEY THINK THAT??! VAMPIRES DONT EVEN EXIST! THAT'S JUST STRAIGHT UP BULLSHIT i started to be frustrated at this news that I didn't hear the bell of the door ring. i pressed the button to post a comment as i wrote something defending her, as a Swiftie ofc I'll defend her from those stupid haters. i started to type.. THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT WHY WOULD SHE BE A VAMPIRE? VAMPIRE DOESN'T EVEN EXIST STOP MAKING UP FAKE NEWS i press the post and groaned in frustration putting my phone down on the counter.

i looked to my left to check for any customers and got startled by woman figure infront "SHIT! you scared me!" the woman giggled and spoke "Oh I'm sorry dear.. you seem frustrated that you didn't notice me, is everything all right?" the woman ask, her voice sounding so familiar, i stand up and fix myself finally getting a better view at the woman, my eyes widened and my breath got stuck at my throat, Taylor Swift. Taylor Fucking Swift was standing infront of me, inside the cafe, i tried to control my nervousness and excitement acting normal around her so I won't weird her out. "O-oh u-um Sorry about that i just saw something i didn't like." i mentally slap myself for stuttering "It's okay don't worry" she reassured, "Y-yeah so what would you like??" i flash her a nervous smile "Could i just get some Black Coffee and a Croissant?" she stated, "Of course! dine in or take out?" "I'd prefer dine in" "alright I'll serve your order once it done ma'am" "Thank you dear.." she flashed me and smile before walking to her seat, i turned around and start panicking HOLY SHIT! TAYLOR SWIFT IS IN MY CAFE, SHE TALKED TO ME, AND SHE SMILED AT ME AND DID SHE JUST CALLED ME DEAR?, AM I DREAMING?? PLS DONT TELL ME IM DREAMING, i pinch my thigh to test it, I'M NOT! ITS REAL! OH MY GOD! THIS THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPEN! , i start fangirling inside but soon shaked my head remembering that I have an order, i slowly made my way to the coffee machine brewing her coffee and getting her croissant from the pantry.

once its all done i put it on a tray and walked towards her serving her order. "here you go ma'am a freshly brewed Black Coffee and a delicious Croissant!" i smiled and put her order carefully at the table "Thank you very much dear.." i blush slightly at this and nod before going back, good thing she didn't notice my blush because God that would be embarrassing! i sat back down at my place still processing what's happening, i suddenly got startled by a hand on my shoulder yelping "OH GOD DUDE! WHAT'S WITH TONIGHT?? I KEEP GETTING JUMPSCARED!" i turned around to my friend who works here at the cafe aswell "Well if you weren't always zoning out! you won't get jumpscared.." she said scoffing playfuly "what are you even thinking anyways?" she ask "YOU DONT KNOW?" "dont know what exactly..?" i stare at her in disbelief, "TAYLOR SWIFT IS IN OUR CAFE!!" i said in low voice, she raised her eyebrow at me, "and? what's with it?" "WHY AREN'T YOU FREAKING OUT?" "why would i? I'm not even that much of a fan" she stated, i scoff at this and playfully hit her shoulder, "you're no fun"

I couldn't help but still glances at her direction, as i watch her enjoy her order, she look back at me flashing a smile as i get caught staring, my eyes widened and instantly moved my gaze, blushing in embarrassment OH GOD Y/N! NOW SHE THINKS YOU'RE A CREEP! i groaned putting my head down at the counter, few moments later I heard footsteps approaching me, i perked my head up seeing her approach me, i instantly stood up and fixed myself. "Thanks for the delicious food dear.. I might comeback again tomorrow night" she winked before paying and walking away. I started blushing again when she winked at me and mentally panicking. WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED.. I started zoning out trying to process what just happened.. until my friend went up infront me and wave. "Hello..? earth to y/n!" she said, i flinch out of thoughts and look at her "oh um.. hi?" she sighed and shake her head "you're zoning out again!" "sorry.." "whatever just go pack up your Inlove ass we're closing" she tease, "I AM NOT INLOVE WITH HER OKAY?" "I didn't say who~" she cooed causing me to blush "shut up" i hit her on the shoulder playfully, packing things up before closing. i think to myself.. i hope she comes back.. i shake my head trying to disregard the thought stop it y/n she's a celebrity there's no way she'll ever like you back, i sighed as i lock the cafe doors and start walking towards my apartment. my friend abigail walks beside me as we were roommates, soon we arrive at our apartment opening the door, going inside,i went upstairs and plop down to the bed, exhausted, i didn't bother changing as sleep was taking over me.

A/N: AAA IM SO HAPPY HOW THIS TURNED OUT I SUCK AT MAKING FANFICS BUT I'M PROUD OF MYSELF THAT IM ABLE TO CREATE ONE 😭 HOPE YA'LL ENJOYED IT 😊😊 there will be more parts coming dw ;)

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Enemies? Or....

`~Miles Fairchild x Reader~` {Part 3}

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Summary : Things are getting a tad bit awkward between you two, and not to add, Miles getting a bit romantic there.

A/N: Was part 3 fast enough for my children? YOU AND QUINT WERE BEST FRIENDS BEFORE JUST LIKE MILES AND HIM ITS JUST THAT YOU AND MILES DON'T GET ALONG WELL WITH EACH OTHER UNTIL NOW.

Your Pov

As of what happened last night.... we don't talk about that, sure; Kate was aghast of me getting lost, and Miles picking me up rescuing me, considering I got lost.

However all that doesn't matter now, all that matters is I am laying down on my bed having the best morning of my short life.

!Ba-dum, Ba-dum!

I hastily get up and hit my head on the head board, whilst my hair getting stuck at the zipper of the pillows "well, it was only the best whole 10 minutes of my short lived-life" before that buffoon made a commotion, I thought as I roll my eyes while I arise from the mattress.

I proceed to walk to Miles' room, "knock, knock" I muttered "Come in" Miles replied in a raspy morning voice.

"Can you turn your loud crappy music off?" I blurted

"No" he nonchalantly answered

"There's still people sleeping and include me there but your crappy music woke me up, come on turn it off" I beg since I'm still too sleepy to argue.

"No" he taunted

"fine" I shrugged.

I go back to my room to get dressed, seeing you can't stop him in any ways my crappy brain can think of. I dressed myself in my usual "stay-at-home-all-day" attire. I proceeded to head downstairs since the smell of Eggos and toast makes me go nuts.

"Morning Y/N, did you sleep well last night?" Kate chimed

"Good morning Y/N!" Flora beamed, even early morning she is nonetheless full of energy. I wonder if I was also this energetic before.

"Good morning" I yawn,

"Oh darling, can you call miles for breakfast?" Mrs. Grose asked

"sure... I'll go" even if I hate his guts, that's all I can do to repay Mrs. Grose's kindness to me, I approach the stairs while stretching my body.

I soon arrive at miles' room,

The door is open?, it was a little open but was enough for me to see half of the room.

"Mile-", he opens the door from the bathroom half naked, water dripping down his stomach, towel wrapped around his bottom wet, the water on his hair dripping on the carpet.

"shit!" I murmur as I move aside trying to work out what the heck I just saw. He is fucking naked!

Then after 2 minutes the door opens revealing Miles, now dressed up in sweater and pants.

"What do you want?" he questioned

"were you the one who opened the door?" he added

"U-uhm, no! It was already open by the time I got here! and I was here to let you know Mrs. Grose called you down for breakfast!" I blurted, why would he think I was the one who opened it?.

"What are you so worked about? I was only asking a question" he shrugged and went downstairs, I was left there speechless.

After a moment of contemplating my life choices I went downstairs.

"Y/N what took you so long! I saved these eggos for you because miles said he would eat it all up if you won't be down here!" Flora exclaimed.

"Oh- thank you so much flora" I replied as I sit down to the seat far away form miles.

"So, uhm, Kate can I still teach you how to ride horses?" Miles questioned

"Of course, I'd love that" Kate replied

"Can me and Y/N come too please please?" Flora looks at her brother dearly.

"Fine, you guys can go, BUT if SOMEONE here won't intrude my lesson with horse riding" was that meant for me?!, I glare at him.

{LONG PERIOD OF SILENCE}

"Let's go after breakfast I guess?" Kate broke the ice, "Sure!" I exclaimed as I chomp on my Eggo.

Me and Flora are now sitting down on the stairs observing miles and Kates's lesson.

"Bring her in hard" Miles said as he whips the Delila.

Poor horse, if i was her I'd kick Miles' butt that it makes him fly to mars.

"Well done" He compliments her "You don't have to keep whipping her" Kate blurted.

"Yes I did" Miles began "you wanted to learn, and that's how Quint taught me" he added.

I roll my eyes "That's not how Quint taught me though" I concluded, "He said you have to make a bond with your horse for it to listen to you, strong or not" I added.

"Quint taught me a different lesson than you, he taught you that because your too weak for what he teaches me" He shrugs as I sit there in annoyance.

"Miles I'm bored!, can we do something else now?" Flora complained, "What do you wanna do?" He replied.

"Can we show Kate the Koi pond?" she suggested

"Oh yes! the koi pond!" I beamed.

"Its floras favorite part of the garden" he looked at kate "Let's check it out".

Miles and Flora ride Samson while me and Kate ride Delila and of course, I drive her. We arrive at the koi pond, I went down and ran to where Flora and Miles were.

{TIME SKIP TO THE KOI POND}

"Shit! LOOK!" I pointed to where the crow was eating a fish

"STOP!" flora cried out at the crow

"Get the hell off of her!" miles yelled.He looked at the fish for a moment then-

!STOMP!

We three looked flabbergasted with what miles just did, he stomped on the fish mercilessly.

"Miles!" Kate looked at him "What are you doing?!" she looked so horrified.

"Nothing should have to suffer" Miles replied and then he walked away.

{T I M E S K I P to the next morning}

I wake due to the commotion downstairs.

"Maybe we could go to town and buy a new Koi fish?" I heard Kate asking as I enter the room.

"Morning Y/N!" flora as always excitedly beamed,

"Morning guys" I replied

"Y/N, Do you wanna go with us to town?" Kate turned to me

"uhm, sure why not" I agreed, no one wants to mope around this house always ya know.

"I- I don't want to" Flora disagreed

"You know flora doesn't leave the property" Mrs. Grose warned

"You don't have to go darling" Flora smiled.

"Miles and Y/N can come with you" She suggested.

"What if I ask my special friend huh?" Miles chimed in

"Want me to try? he looks at flora then to the mirror

"Will you keep me and flora safe?" he asked "You will?" gosh he just answered for himself

"Kate and Y/N too?" Flora looks at Miles.

"And them too?" wow what a good actor he is, I roll my eyes

"Really?" he turned to flora "He says you have nothing to worry about" he smiles.

"Well- ok let's go!" Flora excitedly yelled.

We proceed to go in the car, and I sat in the back with Flora.

{Time skip to where you guys are almost at the gate}

"Please stop I don't wanna go" flora complained as we approach the gate

"Oh, no honey were almost at the gate we'll be fine" Kate consoled

"I don't wanna go! stop!" flora yelled as she unbuckles her seat belt and trying to open the door.

"please stay in your seat flora" Kate ordered

"Kate stop the car" I demanded.

"Miles tell her to stop or I will die!" Flora cried out.

"Stop the car" Miles looked at Kate, "Y/N I don't wanna die!".

"KATE STOP THE CAR!" I yelled, the child has already cried but this bitch still won't stop?!,

"STOP THE CAR OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Miles retorted

Kate stops the car, he opens the door and flora gets out, I follow her to where she was going.

Miles Pov

I open the door so Flora could get out and Y/N followed her, along with me getting out last.

As Kate open the door I slam it against her face.

"I know what your afraid of, keeping the lights on won't keep you safe" I taunted and with that I went after Flora. (boy why won't you include Y/N in your sentence🙄)

I arrive at the sight of Flora and Y/N feeding Delila apples, I lean unto the stable of Delila.

"Are you okay Flora?" I question.

"I'm fine, but Kate really scared me awhile ago though" She murmured.

{After some time...}

Flora?" Kate calls her.

"Leave her alone" Y/N replied without looking back "Flora can you look at me-".

"She doesn't want to talk to you" I block her way. "You terrified her" I cautioned.

"Where'd they find her anyways?" Y/N announced looking at her.

"You know you need to stop talking to me like that" she approach Y/N.

"Your not our mother, your not our family, So stop pretending to be" I retorted

"... And you can't talk to Y/N like that" I look at her full of hate.

"[scoff] I'm leaving" she says turning around.

"Yeah, go ahead and leave" I went on "Leave just like everyone else", she runs out and our gazes follow her"

A/N: was this chapter enough for you children?👍‍

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