#and i try to recall what the fuck i did like 3 days ago and my memory goes as far as putting them in my pocket-with my phone- but last time

[sugaroto]

For fuck's sake

Someone remind me to fucking check my pockets

Thank God my mom didn't do laundry yet

My fucking headphones

They were almost washed

#i dont use my headphones that often #but i needed them like 2 days ago and they weren't in my school bag and im like oh i forgot to put them back in cause i used them yesterday #and im like they're probably on my desk #but they're not #and i spent 2 days like where the fuck are my headphones #i asked my grandma if i forgot them downstairs and my mom if shes seen them #and i decide to look for them again at 12 am #and i try to recall what the fuck i did like 3 days ago and my memory goes as far as putting them in my pocket-with my phone- but last time #they had fallen in my bed so like? and i start searching maybe i left them in the kitchen after maybe on the bathroom and my mom put them #in a drawer and somehow im like?? laundry??? and guess the fuck what #also it was in the pants that were down-down ffs the basket is almost full im lucky my mom hadn't done the laundry yet shxhf #sugarenia story time #sugaroto

[nachojaehyun]

like a part 2 where the reader just keeps on acting nonchalant like nothing happened and wonwoo gets more and more riled up. cause “why am i the only one going insane here” type of feelings. and he just ends up taking here in a dressing room or something cause damn they need to fuck

she’ll ride the dick like a carnival

pairing. idol! wonwoo + new staff! fem reader!

summary. since that one fateful night at his apartment, jeon wonwoo realizes that he is fucked. but not really, since he can’t seem to get you in his bed.

warnings. [PLEASE READ] dom/sub dynamics, slight dom wonwoo, dirty talk, use of nicknames, THICK dick and lowkey desperate wonu, reader is VERY nonchalant, implied mirror sex, riding, wonu almost cries… AGAIN, sloppy kisses on the tits, subtle jizz play — 18+ MINORS DNI!

note. desperate sex that turns steamy and passionate is my favorite genre holy shit 😭 first time answering an ask! hope you like it :)

find part 1 here

jeon wonwoo could only watch you from across the waiting room as you pranced around in a midi skirt, chatting happily with the staff.

he wanted to cuss you out.

shifting in his chair, he pushed his glasses further up his nose, angrily sniffing.

how could you act like this?

how were you so nonchalant? so unbothered about the fact that you had him seeing stars merely 72 hours ago?

it had been 3 days since you had sucked the soul out of his body. 3 days since he couldn’t stop rutting his cock into his fist to the thoughts of you. 3 days since he had become insane.

he tried to get your attention, he really did. the poor boy would keep trying to pry anything out of your mouth that gave him a hint about your feelings.

but you were unpredictable, just as he had thought.

your face was like a wall — completely emotionless. any thought that passed through your head could barely be understood and wonwoo wanted to smash his head into the concrete at that realization.

“jeez, what’s got you this tense?” mingyu sits down next to him, adjusting his costume as he stared at his best friend. “i’m just… worried about the performance, nothing else.”

mingyu knew that wonwoo was lying.

hell, even wonwoo knew he was lying.

but none of them seemed to question each other as they sat in silence, each immersed in their own thoughts.

“wonwoo-ssi?” your voice called out to him. the boy singled out you and your sound amid nearly 50 people in the room, surprisingly springing to his feet as he walked towards you.

“your outfit is ready, follow me.”

the man silently walked behind you, striding toward the secluded attached room in the corner.

he pulled the curtain and stepped inside, and he was immediately handed his clothes. the outfit was simple— a sleeveless shirt and some baggy white jeans.

“i’ll be outside,” you nodded, bidding him farewell as you pulled the curtain.

sighing, wonwoo turned to look at himself in the mirror. his hardened cock stared at him in the face— a haunting image of the effect you had on him.

how am i the only one who is this riled up? he wondered. i can’t be the only one… right?

he wasn’t.

you would be lying if you said your panties weren’t glued to your core since you walked in. the sight of him had your head spinning, wanting nothing more than to strip him down and pull his dick into your throat.

but of course, you were not some depraved whore.

you set boundaries after that night. he was your client, and you were his stylist. of course you weren’t supposed to suck him off!

the fitting next morning after the incident had made you lose your self control. you recall how you had to get yourself off in the bathroom, relishing in the thoughts of seeing wonwoo in a tight fitted suit.

but of course, you would never voice these thoughts out loud. being in the same room as him was punishment enough to remind you of your sins. you wondered if applying for a styling job for a different member would work—

“uh?” wonwoo’s deep voice cut off your lewd thoughts, making you shake your head to clear them out. “a little help?”

“you good?" you sighed. “i’m coming in,” sucking in a breath as you stepped inside the small box.

wonwoo was leaning against one of the mirrored walls, one leg up on a stool in the corner. “what’s wrong?” you searched for a solution in his face.

“i seem to be stuck in a seemingly hard situation.”

one look down to his hands, you immediately realized the problem.

wonwoo’s dick was hard, the bulge over his boxers made that evident. the problem? the sheer size of his chub was not allowing the zipper of his jeans to zip up.

the man had a small waist but also had weirdly broad hips. his pants always had to be altered so that they suited his body type.

however, this was a problem that no other stylist had ever had to deal with.

“what do i do?” wonwoo whined, pouting his lips as he pushed up his glasses.

“wonwoo-ssi,” you spoke. your voice remained surprisingly stable, despite the fact that you could feel your pussy pulsating.

“i think you need to solve this problem on your own,” you looked into his eyes, almost feeling bad at how he panted.

however, before you could turn around and leave, wonwoo pushed his glasses up his nose and caged you between his arms.

your back hit one of the mirrored walls, as a surprised gasp fumbled from your mouth.

“wonw—”

“for the love of god woman, do you not see what you do to me?”

the desperation in his voice made your knees buckle as you stared into his eyes, gaze alternating to his lips as he bit them.

wonwoo heaved as he inched closer towards your face. “give me one good reason why you shouldn’t take care of my problem. you’re the one that caused it after all.”

hearing him voice out his thoughts, you turned your head to the side, embarrassed by the effect his voice had on you. how was this even your fault—

but with a harsh grip, jeon wonwoo grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing to you look at him.

“can’t think of anything can you?” his head dipped down, tracing his teeth along your neck. the sensation made you hiss silently. “help me, please. what would carat think if i went out on stage looking like this?”

“sit,” is all you managed to say, voice enamoured with need.

you all but pushed wonwoo onto the iron stool in the corner, hauling yourself onto his lap as you crashed your lips into his.

fuck, your lips were way better than he had ever imagined. they were soft and pillowy as they engulfed his mouth, tongue grazing against his own as you ground down on his crotch.

wonwoo’s free hand pushed your head impossibly close as he licked into your mouth, wanting to memorize every crevice.

spit dribbles from your connected mouths, sloppy and wet kisses sounding obscenely loud in the secluded area. the man does not care that drool is now staining his tank top. he could never get enough of this.

his other hand gripped tightly onto your ass, groping and fondling the fat. after a second, he pulled away from you, glasses foggy and lips swollen as he tried to catch his breath.

“shit baby, i can’t take it anymore,” he whisper-screamed, tears coating his lashes. you wished you could burn this image into your head for the rest of your life.

you could only nod, ready to sink to your knees before wonwoo stopped you, tutting. “pull your panties to the side, doll,” he commanded, chest heaving.

the change in his tone had your thighs tingling. you pulled your midi skirt up, tucking the ends into the hem as you exposed yourself.

at the sight of your baby blue cotton panties, jeon wonwoo nearly growled.

the material was thoroughly soaked and ruined, a deep blue patch staining the cloth. as you pulled them to the side, he noticed how slicked up your heat was, a string of arousal connected your folds to the cotton.

you gripped onto his shoulders for support in your half-sitting position as he glided two fingers against your folds.

“so wet for me already, huh? don’t even need to work you up for my cock,” he smacked his lips. “filthy girl.”

wonwoo strained his ears to listen for any footsteps near the area as he sucked his dampened fingers into his mouth. your taste was making him dizzy, breath faltering as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

without wasting any more time, you pulled his cock out of its confines, sliding his boxers down just enough to free his length.

the sight of him always made you salivate. however, it was clear that he didn’t want that happening today.

steadily, you positioned yourself over him, hovering before you finally pushed his fat tip in.

the sensation had you moaning out loud— before he slapped his hand over your mouth. “shh! don’t be so loud baby, they will hear us,” he cooed.

you nodded frantically, slowly inching downwards as his dick began to fill you up. once he was bottomed out, you couldn’t help but sob into his palm.

“i know baby, i know. feels good yeah?” he smirked, shushing you with sweet words as he let you adjust to his size.

wonwoo’s thick dick was buried up to your hilt, and you felt so incredibly full. your poor walls clenched around his cock, nearly making him bust.

without a word, the man beneath you grabbed at your waist, moving you up and down on his length, slowly. with him pistoning in and out of you, you could feel your senses going into overdrive.

wonwoo tugged your top down with his teeth, suckling along the valley of your breasts to keep himself quiet. your pussy felt incredibly tight, creaming him for all he was worth.

his strong arms continued to guide you, until your legs automatically adjusted to the pace. your body began to move on its own accord— tits jiggling in wonwoo's mouth with each bounce.

"f-fuck!" you whimpered, beginning to lose your mind. for a moment, he looks up at you through his glasses, smiling widely from between your breasts.

the bastard's cheeky grin has you forgetting your own name as he lapped his tongue around your skin like he fucking owned it.

"already going dumb on my cock? shi— you ride so well baby."

your bounces show him just how stretched you were, making wonwoo's stomach clench as he split you apart. you tease him a little by slowing down, grinding down on him as he bites his lips and throws his head back.

as his hands grab onto your cheeks to spread them, he accidentally catches a glimpse of your back in the mirror opposite to you two.

god, you looked so fucking hot.

without knowing why, you felt him twitch inside. "not gonna— oh shit! — last very long now baby."

at the sound of his confession, you bring a hand down to rub at your clit. taking the hint, he begins to rut back into you, using all his strength to fuck into your heat.

"p—please wonwoo hah! cum inside, please please please,"

you're not sure why you beg, but you're too cock drunk to process anything but the fact that you want him filling you up, stuffing your cunt full with his release.

"you su— fuck fuck fuck—" wonwoo whispers, biting down on your right tit to subdue the moan that was about to leave his throat.

with that and a grunt, he cums inside your pussy, filling you up to the brim. his length twitches inside you, shooting out excess spurts. feeling himself soften, wonwoo pulls out of you. you whine at the sudden sensation of feeling so empty.

the boy stays mesmerized at the way your cum mixes together, escaping your spent hole in small globs.

as a pathetic attempt, he uses two fingers to plug the release back inside you, making you whimper again at the sudden intrusion. "sorry," he apologizes, before placing your panties back where they belonged.

with a fluid motion, jeon wonwoo tucks himself back into his calvin klein boxers and then zipping his pants up, meeting your dazed eyes with another cute smile. "see? it fits now."

you can’t help but smile back at him, panting to catch your breath.

your thighs hurt from the awkward position, but you were sure that you would never have it any other way.

so, that's how you end up walking around the rest of the working day— wonwoo's cum safely filled up inside you, as you and him exchanged comically wide-eyed looks every few minutes, a shade of pink grazing your cheeks.

© nachojaehyun, 2024.

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[nxuvillette]

“WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE JUST FRIENDS!”

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS HCS W/ BLLK MEN

synopsis: it’s just a situationship. those usually don’t lead to much, right?

❥- including : michael kaiser, oliver aiku, sae itoshi

❥- note : first bllk post !! i’m slowly getting back into it, so i hope you all enjoy <3 ! reblogs are appreciated !!

content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, rough sex (kaiser), some degradation (kaiser), spanking (kaiser), car sex (sae), birthday sex (oliver), mentions of food (sae), use of pet names (baby , princess , good girl), creampie (all), friends with benefits, mentions of hookups, mentions of alcohol (oliver + kaiser), dacryphilia (kaiser), praising.

♡ MICHAEL KAISER

your little friends with benefits with kaiser had begun over six months ago. you and him were both at a party on new years and one thing led to another, and you ended up head first into his mattress with his cock deep inside you. you both promised it would be a one time thing, but one time turned to two, three, and eventually four times.

he was the one who proposed the idea of having a little “thing.” he said you could both call it off at any time and you weren’t exclusive to each other. it didn’t sound like such a bad idea anyway. it was just mindless fun with pleasure mixed within, right?

kaiser was so fucking great in bed. whenever you two would link up, he would make sure you were shaking by the time he was done. he loved seeing the reactions your body had whenever he did something to it. you were so addictive. there were even a few times he would skip practice so he could go and fuck your brains out. if anything, you were the best workout he could ever ask for. your sweaty bodies clinging to each other afterwards was better than any drug he could ever try. he wondered where the hell you had been hiding all of this time.

tonight was a bit different, though. 

kaiser had hit you up later on in the evening. it was a bit odd since you recalled him telling you that he had a game earlier in the day. you shrugged it off, but that changed when you stepped into his nice apartment and noticed how his demeanor was different. he seemed pissed off. you could just tell from his facial expressions and how he carried himself around. 

when you both reached the bed, kaiser was a lot rougher than he usually was. your face was shoved into the pillow and your ass was sore from the amount of times he had spanked you. his pace was set quite quick as well. his balls smacked your puffy clit with every thrust, and he seemed to be taking whatever was wrong out on you. 

“fuck.. yeah, that’s right, take my fuckin’ cock..” he grunted, his fingertips dragging up your spine. “stupid fucks saying i can’t score.. wait till they see what i’m scoring every night..”

you whimpered when kaiser’s palm made contact with your ass cheeks again. a harsh slap filled your ears, making your pussy clench slightly around his cock. “k-kaiser..” your fingers curled on the sheets below you. 

he smirked, taking a fistful of your hair to yank you upwards towards him. “yeah..? you like when i fuck you like a good little slut?” he questioned. “you’re so fucking beautiful.. god, i’m gonna make you cum so hard..”

kaiser then took hold of your hips, slamming his cock into your aching hole. he could feel your pussy twitching around him, signaling you were close to your climax. he wanted to make you a fucking mess. he was the only guy that could make you see stars whenever you finally came. that’s how he knew he was good enough for you. 

“kaiser, kaiser! i’m gonna cum!” you cried, tears forming at your lash line from how intense the pleasure was.

he clenched his teeth when your cunt spasmed around his dick. you squeezed him so tightly that he hit his orgasm as well. his cum leaked into your walls, filling your womb nicely. 

kaiser then flipped you over so you were now laying on your back. sweat trickled down his body and along the blue rose tattoo that covered his neck. “wanna go for round two..? i got a lot more i wanna do to you, baby.” he grinned.

♡ OLIVER AIKU

you started seeing oliver right after your birthday party which was at one of the clubs in your city. your friends surprised you with a fun evening of drinks and dancing. it was what you needed. 

your friend caught oliver staring at you the entire night. his dual colored eyes never left your body and the way it swayed on the dance floor to the music that vibrated around the club. he was with two other guys and he didn’t seem to have a single care about what they were talking about. he was solely focused on you and your friends were trying their best to make you talk to him. you denied it a few times because you thought a guy as hot as him was probably looking at someone else, but you were wrong.

after a few drinks, you gained the confidence to walk over to him when he was by himself. he introduced himself and he seemed a little surprised to see that you came over yourself. he almost thought for a moment that he would have to be the one to get up and make a move, but he thought it was hot of you to come to him.

you two both ended up going into one of the back rooms inside of the club. oliver’s cock was bullying your walls and he had your legs over his shoulders. your pussy hugged him perfectly, and he knew damn well he was gonna like you. there was just something so alluring about you that he couldn’t get enough of. you had to be his dream girl because there was no way that you didn’t come to him for a reason.

oliver kissed you sloppily. he tugged on your lower lip with his teeth and smirked when you moaned into the kiss. “fuck.. you like that, angel? look at you.. the pretty birthday girl getting fucked by me..” he grunted while he felt your cunt clench slightly around him.

your arms were snaked around his neck. his back was covered in scratch marks that irritated his skin, but he paid no mind to them. all he could focus on was you. “y-yes! yes! fuck! ��so good, oliver!” you threw your head back as he kissed at your g-spot.

he toyed with your puffy clit, drawing you closer to your orgasm. hearing his name come from your lips sent him into a focus that he could hardly pull away from. you were so gorgeous. you took him so fucking well. “come on, baby, cum on this dick.. i wanna see it messy.” he cooed, kissing your lips. “be a good girl for me.. yeah?”

you nodded eagerly and your thighs began to tremble when your high finally crashed over you. oliver couldn’t help but groan when your pussy clamped around his cock, milking him of what was left in his balls. his head went backwards when he felt his orgasm hitting him like a truck. he had such a tight grip on your thighs that it surely would leave a mark the next day. 

oliver sighed, chuckling at how fucked out you looked compared to an hour ago. “i wanna see you again.. maybe i’ll give you another gift for your birthday.. yeah?” he winked.

♡ SAE ITOSHI

you and sae had been hooking up for several months. the two of you met at a restaurant you were serving at, and he had slipped his number onto the receipt he used to tip you. you were a bit shocked at such an action, but nonetheless was he a hot guy you wanted to know more about.

sae was rich and he was very charming. he would make your cheeks burn whenever he flirted with you, and he got you anything you wanted. there were times you would be randomly surprised with flowers or small chocolates. your roommate thought you had a secret admirer, but you knew full well who was behind that. it was cute and you honestly loved it. sae made you happy and you were very attracted to him.

he suggested hookups because neither of you were sure about serious relationships at that moment. you were fine with that and so was he. sae did so many amazing things to your body. he would drive you crazy. there were even a few instances where you sent him videos and photos of yourself in skimpy lingerie or a nice audio where you’re moaning his name. sae fucking loved it.

sae had been away playing soccer for the past month. he finally returned home and you were so excited to see him. the second he pulled up to your building, you ran out and climbed into his car without a single thought. smelling his familiar cologne and seeing that red hair you loved so much brought back so many memories for you.

eventually, you both went to an empty parking lot and escaped to the backseat of his sleek car. you were sitting on his lap with his cock pumping into you at a quick pace. your tits bounced in his face and his hands squeezed the fat of your ass while you rode his cock. he missed you so fucking much. he hated the idea of jerking off because you weren’t there to make him cum as well. seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air. 

“sae..! right there!” your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder blades. 

he let go of your nipple with a sudden ‘pop’ sound. he loved hearing your pretty voice call out for him. “yeah..? shit, look at you..” he groaned, watching as your pussy gripped his cock. 

you pressed your forehead against his, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. his palm came to cup your cheek, feeling how warm it was. he was so close to getting to his climax. you always made him so weak. there was something in the air whenever you came around, and it was drawing sae in. this was unlike any little “thing” he had before. 

his pace rapidly shifted and became very fast. skin slapped against another and your vision went white every time sae reached that button inside of you. “sae! i’m gonna c-cum!” you cried.

sae wrapped his arms around your waist, bouncing you on his cock. “f-fuck.. me too..” he groaned, throwing his head back onto the headrest. he couldn’t help but slam your hips onto his cock to push you deeper into him. you were so cute and perfect.

you inhaled a sharp gasp when that knot in your belly snapped. a creamy white ring circled sae’s cock, making noises come from your dripping cunt. his cock twitched at how much cum came out of him from just that one orgasm. he had to lay back for a moment to catch his breath. 

you slumped against his chest, panting. you felt so tired, but you didn’t want to move. “can we stay like this..?” you titled your head to look at him.

he nodded, smiling softly at you. “of course..”

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[bbydoll18xx]

An Inch Away From More Than Just Friends

Paige Bueckers x reader

Your ex-boyfriend is quite literally the smallest man who ever lived, and Paige is there to pick up the pieces

Themes: Heavy smut, angst, happy ending <3, friends to lovers

Word count: 3k

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“And you deserve prison, BUT. YOU. WON’T. GET. TIME!” you scream-sing, each word punctuated with a hand slapping the table loudly. Tears fall down your face and you let out a ragged breath, attempting to quell your rage and anguish.

Your stupid ass, idiot of a boyfriend, Connor, had cheated on you with some tramp from Florida, of all places. And he had subsequently dumped you over text, attaching a picture of the girl sucking his cock.

You wanted to murder him. Slowly. With a knife. 

Here you sat, though, after the shock of that text message wore off, sobbing at your kitchen table to Taylor Swift. Your life felt like a terrible sitcom. 

He was your first boyfriend. You didn't really date much in high school. The boys were immature and gross, and the girls were too intimidating to approach in a flirty way. You just wanted to feel wanted, sick of constantly being the third wheel with your friends.

Despite getting broken up with out of the blue, you knew why Connor had done it. It was the reason for your countless arguments you had suffered through the last year.

Paige Bueckers.

Paige was your best friend, and Connor had absolutely loathed her from the moment you had introduced the two blondes. 

Your boyfriend had always been slightly possessive; it was one of the things that had initially attracted you to him. You had always craved an intense and all consuming love, and at first, you had thought you'd gotten that. But fate was tempted as you and Paige grew closer.

As the song you’ve had on repeat restarts for the hundredth time, you recall your last argument. It wasn’t difficult considering it happened just a few days ago. 

You and Paige were hanging out in your apartment like you did frequently. Laying side by side on your bed, a movie played on the TV, sending flickering lights through the dark room. You were both exhausted from the week, but each other’s presence produced a calm energy that washed over all of the stress you had been feeling.

Your legs are tangled up with Paige’s, and your head is nestled in the crook of her neck. The movie is long forgotten, as you relish in the presence of your best friend. She hums in content at your closeness, enjoying your company just as much as you.

You can actually feel your heart cry, realizing that you couldn’t get any closer to the blonde girl. 

You had been having several realizations the last few months: Your fondness for UConn’s favorite star was more than just friendly. Unfortunately, you were pretty sure that Connor had also picked up on this. And if this helpless little crush of yours continued, you’d be in deep shit. 

Contemplating your situation, Paige nudges into you, catching your attention. 

“I can literally hear the wheels in your head turning. Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby?” Paige teases softly.

Baby. 

Your heart flutters, as it always did when she called you little pet names.

You shrug, the movement slightly jostling Paige.

“Just dealing with some stuff,” you mumble, a feeble attempt to minimize what you were feeling. It's not like you could tell her anyway.

Before Paige can goad you into revealing more, the door to your bedroom is ripped open, hitting the wall with a slam and reverberating through the apartment. 

“I fucking knew it!” Connor shouted, pointing at you and Paige. His face was screwed up into an ugly expression of contempt.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Paige yells back, as you simultaneously shout, “Connor you can't just barge in here. That’s so fucking rude.”

“Stay away from my girlfriend, you nasty, little bitch,” Connor sneers meanly. Paige’s eyebrows furrow at this, standing in front of him to look him in the eye.

You try to stifle a laugh as Paige gets in your boyfriend’s face; she was two inches taller than him, and she never let him forget it. 

“I don’t know about ‘little,’” she retorts with a smug expression on her face.

Enraged, Connor spins around, stomping out of the room, kicking your couch on his childish rampage out.

Your breathing is irregular as you try to slow your heart rate. Sobs are already bubbling up inside your chest, threatening to seep through the cracks that Connor had left once more. 

Paige pulls you into her lap, cradling you against her chest in a desperate attempt to comfort you. Little did she know, her touch was all you really needed. 

You are pulled back into the present, feeling empty without Paige. Tears roll down your cheeks and your bottom lip wobbles. You felt like you were never really present anymore; walking through life in a daydream. Pictures of Paige constantly filled your brain, and you knew the unrequited feelings would be much more painful than the harsh termination of your and Connor’s relationship. 

Fuck. You were down bad. 

You take to your couch with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Those were two guys you knew would never fail you. You allow yourself to rot the day away. Episode after episode plays, but you are barely paying attention. You feel like screaming, the feeling of desperation wrestling with your typical sense of composure. 

Your vision slides over to the top of your fridge, where an impressive amount of alcohol sits.

‘Perfect. I can't pine when I’m black out drunk,’ you think miserably. 

You were so, so wrong. 

An hour later you were dancing around in nothing but one of Paige’s shirts and your underwear, using a large bottle of tequila as a microphone. You were usually a quiet roommate, but the empty apartment was the perfect excuse to let out all the emotions you had been holding in for months. 

You were so engrossed in your performance, you miss Paige walking in. When you finally turn to face her in a dramatic spin, hair flying everywhere, you gasp in shock. 

Paige is grinning. “Havin’ fun, babe?” she questions, clearly amused by your drunken antics.

You were too inebriated to feel embarrassed, and you nod with a bright smile. You thrust the bottle towards the blonde, encouraging her to join in your fun. 

“Oh, what the hell,” Paige concedes, taking the bottle and lifting it up to her mouth in a way that had you suddenly feeling sticky. 

She was sinful when she was drunk. It was not your fault that you wanted the clingy Paige that accompanied large amounts of alcohol. 

You spend the next hour taking turns sipping from the bottle, enjoying the feverish burning in your belly that follows each swallow. It doesn’t take much time for Paige to catch up to you, and you know she’s tipsy once she pulls you into her lap and starts drawing shapes onto your thighs. A quiet moan escapes from your lips at her touch; her fingers were fucking magic. 

You turn to face Paige, straddling her on your couch. The tequila in your system was making you bolder than the blonde was accustomed to you being, but she welcomed it. Now face to face, with nothing but your flimsy panties in between Paige’s muscular leg and your slick center, you gaze at her with heavy lidded eyes.

She was so pretty, and her eye contact made you bashful. Breaking away from the heat of those blue eyes, you wrap your arms around her neck in a huge hug, causing Paige to let out a small chuckle at your affection.

You were nothing if not candor whilst drunk, so Paige is hardly surprised when you slur, “Connor hated how I look at you. That’s why he broke up with me.”

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Paige murmurs, “How do you look at me?”

“Like you hung the fuckin’ moon,” you sigh dreamily, the tequila making you feel warm and fuzzy.

“Oh, really, baby?” Paige questions, her voice growing deeper as you tilt your hips against her thigh once more in an attempt to feel some relief. Her presence was overwhelming your senses, and there was fire deep in your abdomen that was raging.

 You forget to respond to her, too distracted from the way her leg felt so damn good against your clothed pussy. Attempting to lessen some of the desire building up inside you, you experimentally roll your hips, letting out a lustful whine as you realize how good it feels. 

Paige is momentarily stunned at your boldness before she grabs your chin, tilting it up to meet her eyes that were full of want. Your pupils are blown, the irises just a small ring at this point, and she questions if you really want to do this. 

Well obviously.

You nod your head, unsure if you had any words in you to describe just how badly you wanted Paige to fuck you.

“Baby, use your words,” Paige drawls. The huskiness of the term of endearment has you panting, and you struggle to moan out a “Yes, please just fuck me, P.”

That was all Paige needed. She places her hands underneath your ass, and lifts you up, carrying you towards your bedroom. You wrap your legs around her toned figure and meet her lips in a searing kiss. 

In a second, it feels like all the shittiness has evaporated away, leaving you feeling reborn and renewed. Paige was a fucking drug to you, and you needed another hit. 

Setting you down on your bed, Paige wastes no time stripping you of your oversized t-shirt, leaving you in your cotton panties that were now completely soaked. She swirls two fingers across the drenched fabric, smirking to herself that she was able to have such an effect on you. You whine at her deliberate actions and pout like a child who wasn’t getting their way. Paige laughs at your desperation and kisses the pout right off of your lips, licking into your mouth with fervor. 

You tug at her shirt, wanting her to be as bare as you were, and she quickly slips it over her head, throwing it onto the floor. There was still an imbalance of clothing between the two of you, and you finger the waistband of Paige’s sweatpants, wanting to see every bit of her. 

Shaking her head fondly at your blatant lack of shame, she gets off of the bed and shimmies out of her pants, leaving her in just a sports bra and those boxers you loved a little too much. From where you were still sitting on the bed, you shamelessly let your eyes rake over her toned figure. She was stunning, and you felt pride well up inside you, knowing you were finally going to have sex with the tall blonde.

It almost made the years of pining worth it. 

“This better?” Paige asks, gesturing towards her body, and you giggle in response. 

She climbs back onto the bed, a knee placed between your parted thighs and presses it against your soaked heat. You let out another loud moan at the contact, and your back arches off the bed from the pleasure. 

There are no thoughts in your tipsy, drunk-in-love brain, and it shows. You’re mumbling in tangents, now, pleading with Paige to do more. 

She finally concedes and goes to take off your panties. She’s being a little tease, slowly dragging them down your legs, while keeping intense eye contact with you. You are pretty sure the act makes your pussy drip even more. 

Placing a leg over her shoulder, Paige opens you up and takes a second to admire the gleaming wet folds that were hers and only hers. You tremble under her stare, feeling deliciously vulnerable in a way that makes you want to submit to her every whim. 

She inches closer to your pussy, pressing hot kisses all along your inner thighs. You revel in the buildup of it, trying to avoid being pushy. To no avail, your hips jut forward, slightly humping the air in an attempt to get some release. 

Coming back up to nip your earlobe playfully, Paige whispers sensually, “Gotta be a good girl for me.” 

You try to respond, but her use of the phrase ‘good girl’ makes the words catch in your throat. She resumes her kisses, trailing them down your throat to your chest, where she takes a detour in favor of showing your pretty, peaked nipples some attention. 

Another whine leaves your lips like a prayer, as Paige leaves love bites over your tits. That would look like a damn masterpiece in the morning, and you’re already planning to take a Polaroid picture of you topless, covered in Paige’s hickeys. 

Finally, she trails back down your stomach, fingers ghosting over your skin and leaving behind thousands of goosebumps in their wake. Your skin felt like it was on fire. 

“Please, Paigey. Need you, baby,” you whimper brokenly, begging for some respite from the torturous teasing. 

Paige gives in, dying to taste to you, and she licks a fat stripe on your pussy, starting at your dripping hole and ending in a tantalizing circle at your clit. Your hands fly to her head, trying not to pull at her hair too much. 

She inserts her middle finger into you, drawing another slutty moan from your lips as she pumps into you vigorously. 

There really is no way to describe just how good she is making you feel. The past six months of sex with Connor had been passionless and repetitive. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to go without this again. 

Paige inserts another finger in your pussy with a smirk and continues to pummel them against your g-spot. The pressure in the pit of your belly was already building, and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you exploded. Paige had taken a break from eating you out to kiss you once more, wanting you to taste your sweet wetness on her lips. It was possibly the hottest thing you had ever done, and the act pushes you closer to the finish line. 

“Gonna cum, Paigey,” you moan wantonly, your thighs twitching and your back arching once more. The tequila in your system causing you to act especially debauched. 

Paige loves it. 

“C’mon, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me,” she moans in response against your soaked pussy, and you fall apart instantaneously. 

High pitched whines and moans fill your bedroom as Paige continues thrusting her fingers in and out of you, slowing down as you ride out your high. If it wasn’t for the alcohol, you would be embarrassed with yourself, but there was no thought of that. 

You needed to taste Paige. 

Once Paige pulls out of you, licking her fingers off as if she was starved, you reattach your lips feverishly. You taste so good, but you are dying to know what she tastes like, and without warning, you strip the rest of her clothes off. 

She lays her head on your mountain of pillows, blonde hair fanning in all directions. You can see the heaving of her chest, already anticipating your touch. Her lips are swollen in a way that’s positively sinful, and you think you’ve never seen anyone look as beautiful as Paige does right now. 

Straddling her, you lean in to suck at the soft skin underneath her left ear, pulling out moan after moan that went right to your still-buzzing pussy. 

Trailing down to her tits, you knead one before attaching your hot mouth to the other, swirling your tongue around it and then nipping it experimentally. 

“Fuck, babe. Please. Can’t do more teasing,” Paige grits out, trying to maintain some semblance of control. 

Just as yours had, Paige’s hips squirm, and you grin up at her. You press kisses across her toned abdomen, mentally noting that her abs would be nice to ride another time, and finally settle at the opening of her legs. 

Spreading her open, you gaze upon her glistening wetness momentarily before diving in. You could not possibly wait another second to taste her. 

You two both moan at the contact, sending muffled vibrations against Paige’s pussy that brings forth a second, louder groan of pleasure. 

Wanting to make her feel so, so good, you plunge two fingers into her sopping wetness, while flicking the tip of your tongue across her clit repeatedly without ceasing. 

It had been awhile since you had eaten another girl out, but it came back to you immediately; it was like riding a bike. 

Paige’s moans fill the room, and you think you could die there happily. You’re unrelenting. The combination of three of your fingers and that lavicious tongue of yours soon has Paige panting out, “fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.” 

She rides out her orgasm, switching between moaning your name and naughty words that have you immediately wanting to do a second round. 

You pull your fingers out of her wetness, making a show of licking them off in front of her before meeting her in an erotic kiss.

You lay back on your pillows, stifling your sighs and calming the beat of your heart from what you had just done with your best friend. You look over at her, hoping and praying that the sex you just had wouldn’t ruin your friendship. 

Paige bites her lip, in a not so great attempt at hiding a smile, and pecks you on the lips. “That was way better than that fuckhead, Connor, right?” She was smug as hell. But she was not wrong.

“Considering his dick was three inches, uh yeah,” you laugh. “But joking aside, you were amazing.”

“Just glad I could make my girl feel better,” she replies.

“I’m your girl?” you ask, cheeks ablaze in a fiery heat of desire.

“You are now,” Paige chuckles, interlocking your pinkies together in an earnest proclamation of affection. 

You were hers, and she was yours. 

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #paige #friends to lovers #angst #smut #wlw #paige bueckers x you

[narcissarina]

Distanceજ⁀➴

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍.

“Leon?” chat sent.

No messages, it was just delivered. Maybe he's busy.

—Chat sent a minute ago—

“Hey, love. It's me again, I wrote you a letter today and I plan on piling them up so when we finally closed the distance, I could give them to you!” chat sent.

Still no replies, your messages were on delivered but you are positive that he's in a mission. He did tell you beforehand, yet you insist on spamming his dm because it gives you comfort.

Looking back, still no reply. A mission does take a week or a month to finish but you couldn't help but worry and feel a little insecure without his assurance.

You were going to send him another message, “Hey Leon...” your finger froze and continue, “I miss you already, text me back okay?”

Chat sent

—Chat sent an hour ago—

Going hom to an empty house, to an empty phone and empty inbox—no response. It made you overthink, insecure and feel a painful ache in your chest, but writing your feelings down and saying your day to his dm does help, right?

“It's me again, everything just hurts, my love:(” chat sent

“Hey baby! I wrote 5 pages of letter for you, will pack a box for the things I write for you♡”

“Had a rough day from work, wish you were here nor we could call. I miss you so fucking much...”

“I wanna recall many memories with you, Leon. And yet, I couldn't recall the last time we kissed:(”

“baby, are you still there?”

“I miss you, sorry if I'm annoying.”

—Chats were sent 3 days ago—

Coming home from work as usual, leaving you extra tired, depressed and sad. Eyes were puffy from all the crying last night, still no messages from him. Must be hard for two souls bound to be in love with a distance between them.

“Baby, my heart aches, but I want you to know that I'm still longing for you, please be safe.” chat sent

You lump down on your bed, hot liquids starts to form at the back of your eyes as you cry out again. It was a tiring long day and Leon would be the first one hearing your whines and complains you tell about.

But you can't.

And you fell asleep, face down to your pillow and the plush (that looks like him) that he got for you on your side, as you suddenly awoke from your sleep. Phone vibrating as you choke a sob out, throat dry and eyes puffy.

You check your notifications, it was Leon.

Holding back your cries as you read his messages.

“Hey, princess. Sorry for responding so late. I appreciate you spamming my inbox, it made my day to see you speak about your day:)”

“don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'm here now, now what kind of stories will you be sharing hm?”

“I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you okay? I miss you too, baby. So fucking much that I'll lose my mind”

“my baby's very pretty and mine only, don't want your pretty little head be filled with those thoughts. I'm here and you can talk it out with me, what your feeling right now is completely valid:) I love you.”

“You're not annoying. I love you.”

Crying to his messages, no matter how late he is—you are glad that he is well and still the same man you fallen in love with, you read his text as he constantly assures you and replies to every messages you sent to him. Small things matter.

One message did caught you off guard, it was just sent two seconds ago: “open your door, baby. I'm here.”

You didn't believe that, he must be tired from being an agent but you try to humor him and went to your door—although you do feel a bit nervous, when was the last time you two saw each other? Six years ago, that's for sure.

Your door slowly creaks as you open it, eyes wide open and tears spilled out from your eyes as he was standing before you—bouquet of flowers in hand with your favorite chocolate and a big teddy bear beside him, “suprise, happy anniversary.” he spoke in a tired tone and lean down to kiss you and give you his gifts.

You cried, being a sobbing mess you were already are—you place his gifts nearby and jump into his arms, feeling his warmth and skin to yours.

He got inside your apartment, it was a mess and Leon lie down in your bed and you on top of him, refusing to let go. “My baby koala.” He chuckles and kisses your temple, you kept muttering your i love yous to him and spilling tears to his shirt.

“You can stop crying now.” he mutter, sitting up with you in his hand as he felt you clench your hands to his shirt—refusing to let go, you shake your head in response as you stick yourself like a glue to him.

He chuckles and let you have your way, staying like that for a few hours as he finally spoke, “I have a proposal.” he pauses, watching you twitch as your reaction, you hum to him and nuzzle closer.

“Let's live together from now on.”

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[corrodedseraphine]

timezone | #3 and I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader, chrissy cunningham x robin buckley

chapter summary: Eddie decides to get you back no matter what. You, on the other hand, are looking for an escape.

the story is also avaliable on ao3

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After a sleepless night, Eddie was already out of bed at dawn and determined to head straight for a meeting with the manager to settle an issue that should have been finished long ago.

Unfortunately, it ended in a brawl. The manager didn't even want to hear about ending the pretended relationship with Chrissy. As one of the most popular and beloved couples in show business, they had a certain amount of responsibility, including various contacts and collaborations that generously enriched the label's bank account. Money, however, was the last thing Eddie could think about. The only thing that mattered to him was you. No matter what the price, he had to do everything he could to try to clarify the situation and win you back.

"We need to end this bullshit!" he shouted getting up from the table.

"It's not an option, we are just preparing another collaboration with an advertising campaign for Valentine's Day."

"Valentine's Day is six months away!"

"Such things must be decided in advance." The man watched with a poker-faced expression as the young guitarist boiled over. "I won't let you risk all your contracts because of some girl," he said.

"She is not just SOME girl." he growled through his teeth.

"Then why did you leave her? Why did you get into a relationship with Chrissy if she's not just SOME girl?"

Taken aback, Eddie didn't know what to answer. He loved you more than anything, but he knew that from a third party's perspective this situation looked very different.

"I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed," he slammed his fist on the table, recalling the words of the song that was flying in his head on loop. "I am cutting the bullshit, now."

"If you do that, you'll destroy everything we've worked for all these years. Ask yourself if it's worth it."

"It's worth a lot more." Fury clouded his eyes when he heard the way he was talking about you.

"If you even try in any way to affect a change in your relationship with Chrissy, you have no business coming back here. You'll be over."

"Fuck you."

Eddie was used to people's stares when he walked on the street, he usually didn't care, but today it seemed too suspicious and intense. Every now and then, looking around him, he came to a newsstand. What he saw there made his blood rush. On the front pages of the papers was a picture of you from the beach, with a big, eye-expanding EDDIE MUNSON'S SECRET LOVER.

Without a second thought, he threw bills on the counter to the salesman and collected all the copies with him only to throw them in the trash, cursing under his breath. The unexpected flash had acted on him like a flea on a bull, and the fact that he recognized the paparazzi who took the photo completely made him lose control. Throwing himself at the man, he felt fury. When his rings met the face of the person who was the reason that the world would now view and hate you for the breakup of the beloved Hollywood couple. He was snapped out of his angry trance by the sight of blood on his hands and the police dragging him away from the paparazzi. He didn't even defend himself when the handcuffs were placed on his wrists.

After three hours in jail, Jeff showed up at the station to pay bail and take Eddie home.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" he asked as they closed the door behind them.

"What do you want me to say since you know everything?" asked Eddie sarcastically as he walked into the living room, where the rest of the guys, Chrissy and Robin were.

"What the hell dude?" asked Gareth, Eddie that due to his old reputation in Hawkins, he always tried to avoid all kinds of fights and unpleasant situations. He was shocked by his friend's behavior. "What has gotten into you?!"

Eddie wordlessly dodged everyone and headed to the kitchen to pull frozen vegetables from the freezer onto his sore hand.

"uh, I- I might have an idea." said Robin uncertainly, reaching for his backpack and pulling out a newspaper.

"Fuck." said Gareth seeing the cover.

"Yeah, fuck." replied Munson groggily. "Anyone else have any pointless questions?" silence was enough of an answer. When he returned to the living room he stood in front of everyone gathered and took a deep breath. "I'm leaving the band."

"What?!"

"You heard me. I have no other choice."

"But- why?!"

Still full of negative emotions, he recounted the meeting with the manager and explained that nothing would be able to change his decision. The priority for him was to fight for love, but he didn't want to drag others along with him because the consequences could be painful. Just because he was ready to walk off the stage didn't mean his friends were too, and he didn't want his consequences to be theirs too. However, he didn't expect them to have a different opinion on the matter.

"Dude, do you really think we'll let you go?" asked Jeff crossing his arms over his chest.

"You are insane." added Simon.

"Screw Pete and his label, if you leave, we're leaving with you!"

"You guys are popular enough that you should have no problem finding a new label." Robin said.

"Guys, for real I don't expect you-"

"Shut up and start thinking about how to get y/n back." interjected Gareth. Eddie didn't even try to hide his emotion. The gentle smile on his face showed the shadow of hope that had awakened in him despite the awful start to the day.

"I have an idea." Chrissy said. "But it's very risky and…public."

"I'll do anything." he replied without thinking.

Walking out of the house you didn't expect to be the most recognizable person on the street, the gaze of other people burned holes in your body from all sides however what completely knocked you out of rhythm were groups of girls shouting insults in your direction. Your anxiety was getting stronger and stronger. You fixed your eyes on the sidewalk and headed as fast as you could to Steve's bar, where you promised to help out as a waitress, since crowd today was exceptionally heavy.

"Here you are! I thought you wouldn't come! How are you feeling?" Layla ran up to you from the entrance.

"Fine, but some strange things are happening…" you reply confused.

"Oh my God, you don't know." your friend replied while covering her mouth.

"Don't know what?"

"y/n! How are you holding up? It's all fucked up!"

"Steve she doesn't know…"

"Oh."

"Can someone explain?" you asked impatiently. What the hell was going on?

"Come with me." the girl grabbed your hand and dragged you to the back room, where she handed you a newspaper.

Bitch.

Slut.

Whore.

Suddenly all the terms you heard about yourself made a lot more sense to you. The pressure in your heart that you had felt since the kiss tightened even more. However, you could not allow yourself a moment of weakness. You knew that if you broke down now, you wouldn't get back together for a very long time.

Seeing the worried expressions on your friends' faces, you blinked a few times to chase the tears away and grunted. You had to be strong.

"I'll go get ready for work." you said quietly.

"You don't have to-" began Layla, but you didn't let her finish by disappearing out the door.

Completely focusing your attention on remembering orders you successfully managed to push invasive thoughts aside. More and more people were gathering in the premises, and you couldn't help feeling that some of them had come here just to see you.

Everyone wanted to see with their own eyes what Eddie Munson's mistress looked like. Everyone wanted to see if the person on the cover was better than Chrissy, if the person responsible for the cheating was at least worth it. Most people said no. Some didn't even try to hide their comments. Your head was bursting with comparisons to the model and loud whispers that brought your biggest insecurities to light.

Of course you were no match for Chrissy. Never once in your life did it even cross your mind to compare yourself to her in any positive sense. In the negative for that too often. Again you felt like a teenager with ruined self-esteem. Unfortunately, however, this time all the voices in your head got out and materialized. After a long time of hearing that you were insufficiently attractive and Eddie had lost his mind cheating on Chrissy with a mere waitress, you were relieved to see that it was time for a break.

Carrying the last order to your table, you didn't notice how three girls with fury in their eyes burst into the local. Before you had time to react in any way, one of them grabbed the glass that was on the tray and poured its contents right in your face.

"Slut." she said with a strange satisfaction.

The next events flashed through your head barely registered. Steve threw them out of the place, Layla quickly led you to the bathroom to help you dry off. All the while she was saying something to you, and you were nodding without even fully knowing what. Her voice was distant and all the ambient sounds were drowned out by your heartbeat. Later, you accepted Steve's offer to drive you home without protest. You couldn't stand another walk full of eyes filled with curiosity or hatred.

Steve, having his set of keys to your apartment, went inside first. Closing the door behind him, still somewhat stunned, you heard only his surprised and raised voice.

"What the fuck, Robin?!"

"Jesus, Steve!" she exclaimed.

Following their voices, you entered the living room where a sight that you were definitely not prepared for awaited you. The sight, however, was something that brought you back down to earth. Robin with disheveled hair, puffy lips, glossy eyes and an unbuttoned shirt was looking at you like a deer caught in the headlights. Right next to her stood Chrissy in exactly the same condition. Chrissy.

Beautiful, charming, sweet, lovely Chrissy.

The favorite of the whole country, and maybe even the world, Chrissy.

The Chrissy who, according to Eddie, you never had to be jealous of.

Chrissy, who was allegedly madly in love with him, was now standing with a guilty expression on her face waiting for your outburst.

Could this situation get any more complicated?

Without giving you time to explain, you went straight to your room and pulled out a bag from under your bed, into which you started throwing your clothes. You didn't know where you would go, however, what was certain was that you wouldn't stay in this apartment for a while longer.

Ignoring all requests for a chance to clarify the situation, you left a panicked Robin and Chrissy with a confused Steve alone. It's been a long time since you felt as lost as you do now. Not thinking much, you went straight. to the bus station, and there you chose the only direction you knew.

Sitting opposite the mirror, Eddie noticed Chrissy's pale and nervous face in the reflection. He knew the expression perfectly well.

"What's wrong?" he asked before she could say anything. The blonde swallowed nervously and began to recount the situation that had occurred in the apartment.

"She saw what?!"

"Eddie, please-"

"Couldn't you keep your hands to yourself for a while?!"

"We didn't know she'd come back early! She was supposed to help Steve!

"What did she say?" He asked with a sigh.

"Nothing…she left the apartment without a word."

"Oh my fucking god," he sighed and hid his face in his hands.

"Are you guys ready?" A man entered the room and asked. "We'll start in two minutes."

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Terror Number One and Two

Hear My Heart Instagram AU

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, mckenzieee, badgalriri, champagnepapi, 2forwoyne, and 325,965 others

y/nharlow: when your husband and boyfriend leave you stranded at the hotel to get to the event early so the two of you have to get there yourselves and walk the carpet with them nowhere in sight 🙃

at least we look good mckenzieee

mckenzieee: you damn right we do 😍

jackharlow: wifey, you gonna stop lying on rihanna's internet

urbanwyatt: NO ONE EVEN LEFT YOU TWO! WE WERE AT A DIFFERENT LOCATION AND INSTEAD OF GOING BACK TO THE HOTEL TO GET YALL WE CAME STRAIGHT HERE

y/nharlow: jackharlow is that how it went because I don't recall. I still think stranded is the right word to use

mckenzieee: call em out sis. just left us high and dry. no food. no water.

jackharlow: y/nharlow right before we pulled up at the event, I text you to see if yall were on the way and what did you tell me? YOU HAD JUST GOTTEN OUT THE SHOWER SO CUT THE SHIT!

y/nharlow: urbanwyatt get your best friend because he's picking on me and I don't like it

druski2funny: y/nharlow I'm here to save the day

y/nharlow: druski2funny I'd rather drown

2forwoyne: y/nharlow LMAOOOOOOO 😭

urbanwyatt: y/nharlow nah you're picking on both of us so nope. DON'T SAVE HER, SHE DON'T WANNA BE SAVED!

mckenzieee: urbanwyatt I will cut your hair in your sleep if you EVER pull this shit again

urbanwyatt: jackharlow now how are we in trouble because we like to be on time? when has that ever happened?

jackharlow: urbanwyatt: I just.... I can't with those two

y/nharlow: jackharlow can't what? say it with your chest curly haired white boy

jackharlow: y/nharlow is that still my name in your phone?!

y/nharlow: jackharlow no. you got an upgrade to curly haired baby daddy

jackharlow: y/nharlow well I guess that's something

mckenzieee: should have changed it to big head baby daddy but whatever

jackharlow: KENZIE!

mckenzieee: jackharlow have you seen how big your head is, sir?

jackharlow: y/nharlow I know you not about to let kenzie talk about me like that

y/nharlow: jackharlow she didn't lie so what am I supposed to do?

jackharlow: y/nharlow 😐

Liked by y/nharlow, urbanwyatt, jackharlow, druski2funny, latto777, mariahthescientist, and 186,054 others

mckenzieee: we getting fucked up tonightttt y/nharlow 😜

jackharlow: WHERE ARE YALL AT?!?! MY CHILD IS HUNGRY

mckenzieee: jackharlow THEN FEED HER. YOU GOT THE FORMULA FOR BACK UP. Y/N's TITTIES ARE BUSY TONIGHT.

jackharlow: mckenzieee BUSY DOING WHAT?!

mckenzieee: jackharlow don't make me say it

urbanwyatt: YOU TWO SAID YOU WOULD BE BACK FOUR HOURS AGO

mckenzieee: did we say four? oops.

jackharlow: nah kenzie, ain't no oops. where's my wife?!

mckenzieee: jackharlow you clearly see the picture right? she's with me obviously

jackharlow: MCKENZIE, I KNOW THAT

mckenzieee: jackharlow she needed a break from your big headed ass anyway. we'll be back by 6.

urbanwyatt: 6? AS IN 6 IN THE MORNING?!

mckenzieee: urbanwyatt did I stutter?

jackharlow: y/nharlow SHOW YOURSELF NEOW

y/nharlow: jackharlow 👀

y/nharlow: jackharlow whatever it is, I didn't do it

jackharlow: y/nharlow LIES YOU TELL

y/nharlow: claybornharlow tell your big brother to leave us alone so we can continue having fun and being your wingwomen

jackharlow: WHAATT

claybornharlow: jackharlow you heard your wife

jackharlow: claybornharlow what the actual hell? I cannot take my wife and mckenzieee anywhere and now I need to worry about claybornharlow and those two trying to get you laid

y/nharlow: jackharlow he doesn't have to try and besides, this isn't the first time we've done this either

urbanwyatt: can we talk about how yall are coming back at 6 in the morning? like what the hell? like by 3 I can't even see anymore

mckenzieee: urbanwyatt lmaooo lightweight ass

urbanwyatt: mckenzieee TAKE IT BACK

mckenzieee: urbanwyatt NO

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mckenzieee: when your boyfriend urbanwyatt claims he's about to smoke the rest of your weed so you have to make a run for it and drag y/nharlow along

yourinstagramname: not if I have anything to do with it urbanwyatt SHARING IS CARING

urbanwyatt: oh so yall show up when I'm about to smoke but not when I'm watching my goddaughter and I'm in actual DISTRESS? some girlfriend you are

druski2funny: I second this because I thought urbanwyatt was going to pull his hair out

y/nharlow: urbanwyatt I'll put it in a protective style for you

urbanwyatt: y/nharlow I'M WHITE, AIN'T NO PROTECTIVE STYLE FOR ME

jackharlow: 😭😭😭😭😭

mckenzieee: urbanwyatt TAKE IT BACK

urbanwyatt: mckenzieee NO

mckenzieee: urbanwyatt I WILL KICK YOUR ASS IF YOU DON'T LEAVE ME ANY

y/nharlow: jackharlow get your best friend

jackharlow: y/nharlow NOW HOW DID I GET DRAGGED INTO IT?

urbanwyatt: jackharlow your shit is my shit and vice versa THAT'S WHY YOU'RE IN IT

jackharlow: I'm waving the white flag, these two stress me the fuck out

urbanwyatt: jackharlow WE ARE NOT SURRENDERING jackharlow: urbanwyatt SPEAK FOR YOURSELF

y/nharlow: I'm glad one of you came to your senses urbanwyatt: just for that I'm about to smoke it mckenzieee: urbanwyatt sleep on the couch urbanwyatt: mckenzieee BABY STOP PLAYING mckenzieee: urbanwyatt do I look like ms pac man to you? this ain't no damn game shloob_: these two are really fighting over some weed mckenzieee: shloob_ I'll kill you too if you even think about touching it shloob_: urbanwyatt jackharlow come get them please lmaooo

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mckenzieee: happy birthday to my best friend in the entire fucking universe. been knowing each other since six years old and we've been inseparable ever since. you are truly the best friend, wife, and mother that anyone could ask for. can't even begin to tell you how much I love you 🥺

jackharlow: KENZIE SHE'S DOING THE UGLY CRY

y/nharlow: JACK SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT

mckenzieee: y/nharlow you do have an ugly ass cry though. you have the cute one and the ugly one.

urbanwyatt: mckenzieee what the actual fuck is a cute cry? yall just be making shit up at this point. oh y/nharlow happy birthday terror number 2. love you.

yungskylark: NOT YALL CALLING THEM TERROR NUMBER ONE AND TERROR NUMBER 2 😭😭😭😭

y/nharlow: urbanwyatt thank you urby now you got my hot funyuns? if you don't, don't bother knocking on my front door. you need to start pulling your weight around here

mckenzieee: y/nharlow I second that druski2funny: happy birthday Y/N!!! let me know when jackharlow leaves so we can get some alone time jackharlow: druski2funny alone time to do what exactly? y/nharlow: druski2funny I'm booked until 2045. thanks tho.

urbanwyatt: y/nharlow EXCUSE ME? PULLING MY WEIGHT?! WHO CAME TO GET YALL WHEN THE TWO OF YOU ALMOST GOT ARRESTED?

jackharlow: WHAT? y/nharlow BABY, YOU BETTER START TALKING AND YOU BETTER START NOW

y/nharlow: damn double homicide

jackharlow: Y/N Y/M/N HARLOW!!!!!

mckenzieee: urbanwyatt that's why I can never tell your ass anything. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TAKE THAT TO THE GRAVE

y/nharlow: jackharlow it wasn't actually me who almost got arrested, it was Kenzie and of course I was there so you know she dragged my ass along with her

mckenzieee: y/nharlow bitch no the fuck you did not just do that. so what if it was me? jackharlow didn't have to know that

jackharlow: mckenzieee oh so you admit it was you?

mckenzieee: jackharlow I plead the fifth

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y/nharlow: look who came to visit. I missed my mom 🥺

druski2funny: EXCUSE ME, YOUR MOM?

y/nharlow: black don't crack, yes my mom is in the middle lol

jackharlow: y/nharlow oh and you didn't turn down your hearing aids when she was talking to you this time?

y/nharlow: jackharlow I have matured

jackharlow: y/nharlow baby you did it last week when I forgot your ice cream. you didn't talk to me for thirty minutes.

mckenzieee: jackharlow you should know better. you know how my bestie feels about her ice cream.

urbanwyatt: here we go terror number one and two ganging up on us

mckenzieee: urbanwyatt you better watch it because you forgot my rolling papers the other day

urbanwyatt: mckenzieee IT WAS ONE TIME mckenzieee: urbanwyatt LIES

y/nharlow: jackharlow I am a changed woman. that was then, this is now. don't blame me, I was on my period.

2forwoyne: y/nharlow lmaoooo I cannot with your ass 😭😭

deniseedmonds: jackharlow oh so she got you too, huh?

jackharlow: deniseedmonds and here I was thinking that I was exempt lmao

yourmomsinstagramname: missed you too my little baby. I promise to visit more often.

jackharlow: yourmomsinstagramname what do I have to do for you to take her back?

y/nharlow: jackharlow WHAT

yourmomsinstagramname: jackharlow NOPE. NO TAKE BACKS. YOU'RE STUCK WITH HER. I HAD HER FOR 22 YEARS. IT'S YOUR TURN.

y/nharlow: I can't stand neither one of yall smh

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y/nharlow: me and kenzie walked in to see these two being special as usual jackharlow and urbanwyatt when someone was supposed to be getting ready to rehearse for tour🙄

jackharlow: NOT YOU CALLING US SPECIAL WHEN ALL YOU TWO DO IS TERRORIZE US

y/nharlow: jackharlow LIES

urbanwyatt: y/nharlow TRUTH

y/nharlow: imma kick both of yall asses

neelamthadhani: I'm with y/nharlow and mckenzieee on this one

jackharlow: neelamthadhani and why did I have a feeling that you were going to say that?

neelamthadhani: jackharlow I call it like I see it

y/nharlow: um jackharlow why are you wearing my hoodie?

jackharlow: y/nharlow since when is this yours?! it was definitely on my side of the closet this morning

y/nharlow: jackharlow idk how it got over there, but it's definitely mine and I'm going to need for you to take it off and give it to me

mckenzieee: y/nharlow jackharlow ew

jackharlow: mckenzieee you got your niece out of it so cut the shit

mckenzieee: jackharlow this time and this time only

jackharlow: y/nharlow and no. if you want it, come get it

y/nharlow: jackharlow don't tempt me Harlow

jackharlow: y/nharlow hmm go ahead. keep talking shit. just wait until later.

y/nharlow: 👀👀👀👀

y/nharlow: jackharlow but I still want my hoodie back tho

jackharlow: y/nharlow 🙄

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y/nharlow: don't even know where I would be without my bestie. It's you and me forever and always 💖

mckenzieee: and don't you ever fucking forget it. I love you even when I get on your nerves and you turn your hearing aids down so that you can't hear me lmao

jackharlow: y/nharlow BABY! you have got to stop doing that. 😭

y/nharlow: jackharlow ehhh maybe one day lol

urbanwyatt: my camera skills were put to good use I see

y/nharlow: urbanwyatt you did okay

urbanwyatt: y/nharlow OKAY? JUST OKAY? THAT ANGLE IS PERFECT TO SHOW YALL BIG ASS HEADS

mckenzieee: urbanwyatt imma throw you off the nearest cliff

urbanwyatt: mckenzieee both of you are short and neither of you can pick me up

y/nharlow: mckenzieee, you get his arms and I get his legs jackharlow we need a getaway driver

jackharlow: y/nharlow I'm busy

urbanwyatt: jackharlow BUSY DOING WHAT? YOU JUST ABOUT TO LET THEM TAKE ME LIKE THAT?

2forwoyne: urbanwyatt we'll smoke a blunt in your honor

quiiso: well damn lmaooooo

jackharlow: urbanwyatt look happy wife, happy life and I want to live a long one. you on your own buddy.

mckenzieee: lmaoooooo not jackharlow throwing his best friend under the bus

urbanwyatt: that's okay because when y/nharlow wants to throw you off a cliff I'll be busy

y/nharlow: urbanwyatt whose to say he isn't going to get thrown off the cliff right after you?

urbanwyatt: y/nharlow I thought you needed a getaway driver?

y/nharlow: urbanwyatt I can call neelamthadhani

jackharlow: y/nharlow WAIT, I THOUGHT I WAS SAFE?!

urbanwyatt: jackharlow safe from their reign of terror? NEVER

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[allthingskakashi]

• Another Time, Another Chance •

[Kakashi x Reader] || 5k

Based on the Fluff prompt: "You have something in your hair... Do you want me to get it out?"

A/n: i received the request for this in 2020,started writing it in 2021 and finished it now at the end of 2022 so this fic has made a very long arduous journey before appearing on your feed today. This is needlessly long (5??? K??? Words???) bc im physically incapable of writing shorter fics. Been super out of touch so i hope this doesn't read like a drag, ending seems a bit rushed to me but i needed to be stopped from adding any more words. thanks so much for reading!!<3

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You had been dreading this day all week.

Ever since the invitation arrived in your mail, you’d been wrecking your mind, trying to think of excuses— something, anything, to get out of the dreadful misery this day was about to present. Any possibilities of a sudden ankle fracture or an unexpected call to duty, however, were put to rest when you ran into your dear friend, the childhood bosom bud you’d recently reunited with after ten years, on your run to the grocery store this morning— who demanded—well, warned, really— that you “better fucking show up” to what was going to be one of the most important nights of her life.

So there you were now, standing in front of your closet which was filled mostly in hues of blue or black, and rolls of what people refer to as “practical clothing”, looking for that one peach-colored dress you had stuffed at the back somewhere after the last time you wore it— the one that your mother had given you many moons ago on your birthday.

If you had known that you would be coerced into attending an engagement party not five days after your return to your village, you’d have delayed your return. But fact of the matter remained that Kurenai was indeed your best friend, and if your being there mattered to her that much, then perhaps you could push your own feelings—and by that you meant your general detest towards weddings and anything involving matters of the heart (Shinobi don’t show their emotions, that’s rule one) aside.  Well, that and the fact that she threatened to hunt you down if you deigned to not show up.

But it’ll be fine, you told yourself. You would go, congratulate the happy couple, smile and nod at the people who approach you, have a round of drinks and appetizers, and slip out as soon as the crowd thickens. All in all, it shouldn’t take more than one, one and a half hours tops. You could do one and a half hours. It’d be fine.

 Forty minutes and heaps of wrinkled clothes scattered all over your floor later, you finally managed to find the dress you were looking for. It’d need ironing and there was a stain in the front, but it could be covered up with the silver butterfly pendant you had. A quick glance at the mirror informed you that the load of laundry you were about to do would have to wait until tomorrow. Your hair was greasy, and you needed to do something about the bags under your eyes.

And of course, a present. You needed to get a present. This truly was turning out to be a massive pain in the ass.

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 With the towel wrapped around your hair, you laid your dress out on the ironing board. You must have been eighteen when you last wore it but thankfully, it still fit. It was a beautiful piece— the fanciest piece of clothing you owned, no doubt, with a sweetheart neckline and lace detailing at the back.

Seeing the dress after so long did open a floodgate of memories…

It had been one week since your sixteenth birthday.

You had just passed your jounin exams.

You could still recall how the air felt that day, grain to grain in your mind. You were elated, you’d worked so, so hard for months. And finally, it had paid off. Anything seemed possible that day. The sky was the colour of water, the sun had never shone brighter. Everything was possible.

Even confessing your emotions of deep adoration to the boy you’d admired all through your young years.

It’s now or never, you’d told yourself. You’d never feel as courageous as you did that day. It was the perfect time.

And so, you’d put on your best dress, picked some daisies from your backyard, and strode off to where you knew you’d find him—the boy whose name cluttered the last pages of every notebook of yours, the one who starred in each of your daydreams— Kakashi Hatake.

You’d found him climbing a tree in the forest, a piece of cloth tied over his eyes and another tying his hands to his back. Chakra control practice.

You still remembered the tremor of your voice and the gigantic gulp you’d taken before uttering the next words. “Kakashi, would you mind coming down for a minute?”

The words were set on your tongue and your little heart banged within your ribs. You’d watched as he climbed down the branches with his eyes and hands redundant with the same meticulousness of a cat.

The moments he had taken to take off the blindfold and free his hands may have been the longest moments of your life.

And then, he’d fixed his dark eye on you, the frown on his face making his annoyance at being interrupted painfully clear. “What is it?”

Now usually, this is the part where you stopped reminiscing and yanked yourself out of the memory. If only you could go back in time, grab your younger self’s wrist, and yank her out of that very situation itself. But alas, that’s not how things work.

Back when the wound was still fresh, you’d replayed the next few moments time and time again in your mind but with the years, you’d mostly succeeded in blocking that part out entirely, as if you could just ignore it out of existence.

You hated to admit it now, but it truly had broken your naive heart into pieces. After all, being met with an impudent “That’s stupid, you shouldn’t” after confessing your admiration to the guy you’d written poems about in your journal isn’t exactly every sixteen-year-old’s dream.

But these were all in the past. Now when you thought of that moment, you just felt pity for your young, foolish self.

If only you could go back in time and…

Regrets aside, you were proud of how far you’d come. There was very little that could faze you now and things like juvenile crushes and fantasies about romance were things of the distant past. You’d burnt your journal not long after that incident—the one filled with poems about how Kakashi’s hair reminded you of the moon.

Eurgh. The thoughts made you cringe now.

It’s not that you didn’t find chances at romance past that one unfortunate incident. You’d left the village at seventeen, and in your ten years of voyage around the world learning about medicine, you’d come across many a man who had shown interest in you. But none had piqued yours.

But now, finally, you were home. Truth be told, you’d missed Konoha. The village, at least. The people…were another question. Once you’d left, you were almost completely out of touch with your friends back here and it had partly been intentional.

Which was another reason why the evening’s ceremony was turning out to be a particularly dreadful affair for you. You hadn’t seen these people in a decade and now to see them all together, at one place, in an engagement ceremony of two of your old classmates…it was all a bit overwhelming. You never were much of a socializer and after that incident, your self-esteem had taken a huge blow, leading you to mostly isolate yourself from your peers. It also hadn’t helped that Kotetsu and Izumo had been sparring that hapless day not far from where Kakashi was and had watched the entire situation unfold in front of themselves, and had then taken the liberty to do a dramatic retelling of the events to each of your comrades, with embellishments and exaggerations added for flair. You had been mercilessly teased, mocked, and ridiculed for weeks.

Sigh.

Was there really no way you could get out of this?

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You stood in front of the big stretch of lush green grass, known as the Konoha Public Park. Yellow lights twinkled in the distance where chairs and tables had been set up in close circles. Rows of cherry blossoms stood swaying along the edges of the park, their feathery pink petals swirling about and settling on the grass under your feet.

Soft music and cackles of laughter flowed into your ears from where you stood now. Right ahead of you was a small arched bridge, hovering over a stream of water. The way the lights danced on the water made it look like little stars were floating along the currents.

The place really did look beautiful.

They must have spent thousands on this thing, you couldn’t help but think. It made sense. Asuma was the third Hokage’s son after all.

All around you, more and more people started to come in—mostly in pairs of two. You still didn’t see anybody you knew yet, and you couldn’t decide whether that was good or bad.

Far in the distance, your eye caught Kurenai, arm in arm with Asuma, throwing her head back and laughing at something he must have said.

Alright.

You took a deep breath.  

Here we go.

Once inside, the sea of faces—some familiar, some unfamiliar was making your mind dizzy. Wherever you looked, it seemed like the throngs of happy couples never ended. Was everybody on some kind of love potion in this town?

Your mind was telling you make a run for it, but it had only been— you checked, twenty minutes. You had already met Asuma and Kurenai and congratulated them, and exchanged niceties with a few other old friends who had come to ask you about your journey.

You had yet to pass forty more minutes somehow and there was only one thing to do—hit the bar.

The bar was a few feet long counter on one corner of the park, stocked with all sorts of premium brands and manned by three people dressed in black and white.

If this was the engagement party, what in the hell were they gonna do for the wedding?

“Hi, can I have a vodka cranberry, please?” you said, sitting down on a stool. This spot provided almost an entire view of the venue and you could see two very familiar-looking guys making their way towards the bar, and judging by the way they were vehemently waving their hands, it looked like they—Kotetsu and Izumo recognized you too.

You had NOT prepared for this.

Thankfully at that very moment, the bartender slid a glass of crimson liquid across to you. The ice cubes bumped around on the surface as you grabbed the glass in one hand and your purse in another, took a quick sip, and made a dash for the farthest end of the park, completely cut off from all the merriness.

Clutching the glass close to you, you took quick, hasty steps–stumbling and tripping your way along the sprawling field, all the while keeping an eye behind you to make sure you weren’t being pursued. The grass was uneven in some parts, and your heels weren’t helping.

With a lurch of your heart, you felt your toe hit what must have been a rock. In seconds, your glass was flying from your hand as you attempted to steady yourself, only to feel your body crashing into someone else’s with a thump.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, I’M SO SORRY,”, you screamed out, before looking up to glance at the unfortunate bystander whom you had no doubt doused in your drink. “Please let me-”, you started, but your words dissolved in your throat.

Your drink was fine.

The glass was intact.

And holding it was none other than Kakashi Hatake– the last man you ever wanted to see, let alone crash into.

Great.

Okay, deep breaths. Maybe he won’t even recogn–

 “Hello, y/n.”

 Ah, perfect.

Words, words, words. What are some words?

 “Kakashi”, you heard yourself respond. Thank God.

Within the walls of your brain rang a thousand different sirens.

“I heard you were back in town, you look well”, said the man in front of you, whose figure towered several inches over your head.

You didn’t remember Kakashi being quite so tall. But then again, the last time you’d seen him, he’d only been a boy. His gangly limbs had grown into muscled arms, his once gaunt torso, now broad and firm–even beneath the dark grey suit that he was clad in right now.

You hoped you didn’t look too floored.

“Yes. You too”, you managed, looking back at him, ensuring to not look too surprised, or more accurately, awestruck with him.

In the absence of the headband, Kakashi’s silver hair– free and silken, caressed his eyebrows. His face, though covered in its majority by a mask, had sharpened along the edges, in contrast to the boyish softness it once held.

With most of his face covered, you couldn’t help but look him in the eyes.

Surely you were immune to him by now? He was handsome, yes. But so, what? You’d seen handsome men before. Been in their company, spent time with them, studied with them, lived alongside them.

Kakashi was no exception.

If he had any similar feelings of astonishment in seeing you after all this time, he didn’t let it show.

“Anyway, I better…”, you muttered, proceeding to reclaim your glass from him, and stepping aside to move past his still surprisingly tall figure. “It was good to see you”, you said, without looking back.

Barely had you taken a step when the voice behind you called out.

“Not even a thank you for saving you from public humiliation?”

And there it was. The cockiness.

Perhaps he hadn’t changed that much after all.

Sighing to yourself, you turned on your heel to face Kakashi, fixing him with a glare.

“Thank you so very much”, you drawled, flashing him your phoniest smile.

Kakashi sniggered, speaking through a smirk as he bridged the gap between you. “Now, now, y/n. That didn’t sound very sincere”.

He was clearly enjoying this. Embarrassing you once in this lifetime must not have been enough.

And could he stop saying your name?

But you were no longer an infatuated doe-eyed little girl who blushed and fawned upon him. And you wanted that fact known.

“Don’t you have something better to do rather than being a pain in the ass?”

An impish glint peeked through Kakashi’s dark eyes.

“Pardon me, I didn’t realize I was being,” he paused before adding, “a pain in your ass”.

You didn’t enjoy the way his enunciation of the last two words made you squirm. You needed to get away from him. Fast.

But fleeing would be cowardly. And more importantly, why would you? He no longer had an impact on you. No, you were going to stay right here, look him in the eye and face him.

“What are you doing here anyway, Hatake?”

“Same thing as you are, rejoicing in the union of my closest friends.”

You scoffed, repeating his words back to him, “rejoicing in the union of your closest friends?”. “I’d have thought these things are beneath you.”

The smirk was unrelenting on Kakashi’s face. “You must not know me very well then, Y/n.”

There it was, your fucking name again.

“Y/N! Kakashi! There you both are, I have been looking all over for you!” shrieked Gai, coming towards you with hurried steps. You had already exchanged pleasantries with him earlier in the evening, and unlike some others you had encountered, Gai remained exactly the same as he had been when you last met—warm, generous, and very, very spirited.

“Yes”, you retorted, “and I’d like to keep it that way. Now if you’ll excuse me”, you said, turning around to walk towards the centre of the park, where a buffet table had been stationed, with sweet and savory items laid out across its stretch.

Once again, however, your attempt for departure was interrupted.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, as Kakashi stepped up beside you.

“Yes, yes, everything is fantastic! Don’t you worry, Y/N. I was only looking for you to ask you to join us. All of us back there have been playing some very fun games, and you are missing out on all the fun!”, Gai said, pointing behind him to a gathering of people.

“Oh um, I actually…” you started, ravaging your brain for an excuse, but you knew it would be as fruitless as telling Gai that a thousand push-ups a day was way too many push-ups.  

“No excuses, Y/n!”, “You too, Rival!” Gai added, cutting Kakashi off in the middle of an unoriginal excuse about requiring to use the washroom. “Come on now, over here”, Gai ushered, leading you towards the gathering as you and Kakashi followed with thwarted faces.

Taking a large plentiful sip of your drink, you kept your glass aside, hoping it would be enough to fuel you for whatever lunacy lay ahead.  

If only you could go back to the moment in time when you made the decision of coming here and smack yourself in the head.

“Well, what are we playing?” Kakashi asked without fervour, standing beside you with his hands in his pocket as he soaked in the sight in front of him. Multiple pieces of paper had been cut into squares and piled up on the grass.

“I’m glad you asked, Rival! Everybody, gather around please!”, Gai called, as each pair of eyes fell upon him. “For our next game, we’ll be playing Paper Dance! Please form yourselves into groups of two, pick up a piece of paper from the ground, and position yourselves on it. Please remember that both partners must be standing on the paper at all times! When I say start, the music will begin and you will have to dance, maintaining your balance. Once the music stops, the paper will be folded into half and both partners will stand on the halved paper. The music will begin again and when it stops the next time, the paper will be folded into a quarter, and the same will keep repeating until there is only one remaining couple on the floor! As the paper keeps getting smaller, one partner is allowed to pick another up to make space, however, the minute either partner falls off the square, the team will be disqualified! Is everyone clear on the rules?”

A booming roar answered Gai as everyone around you hooted and scrambled to pick up papers for their teams.

You hesitantly picked one up yourself, but there remained one simple problem. Everyone around you had already found a partner, barring only…Kakashi.

Without sparing him a glance, you approached Gai, but before you could get a word out, Gai spoke.

“So sorry, y/n, but I will be the coordinator for this game, to make sure nobody is cheating. Kakashi there seems to be without a partner as well, so you can pair up with him, over here Kakashi!”

“Wait, but–”, you interjected, but Gai had already pushed you and Kakashi together, signaling the DJ to start the music.

“Everybody in their places…and start!”

An upbeat lyric-less melody engulfed the expanse of the park.

As if being shanghaied into attending a wedding and bumping into Kakashi in a less than graceful encounter wasn’t enough, you were now being made to DANCE with him, smack in the middle of the Konoha park, in the audience of hundreds of people.

This evening was truly shaping up to be the stuff of nightmares.

The only advantage in all of this—if you had to choose one, was the fact that in front of you, Kakashi looked quite uncomfortable himself, try as he did to shroud it.

Every pair around you had their arms linked—chiming to the tune, swaying and spinning, throwing their heads back in laughter. The contrast of your partnership as compared to every other team on the floor was like fire and ice.

Tapping your toes in reluctance, you put as much space as possible between you and Kakashi on the small scrap of paper, looking everywhere but ahead.  

“Kakashi! Y/N! That’s not dancing”, Gai interjected, coming around to you. “Put some enthusiasm into those youthful bodies of yours and shake it out!” he added, belting out a serpentine body roll for demonstration.

Flashing him a thumbs up, you pretended to pick up the pace, only to revert to your designated foot taps the moment Gai turned to the pair next to you. Your eyes fell upon Kakashi in a reflexive glance, and you found your dance partner staring right at you, his face an expression of curious amusement.

“Killer moves”, he jibed, but before you could retaliate, Gai’s voice interrupted the music. “And…stop! Amazing everyone! No couples have been disqualified yet, so before we start the next round, everybody please step down from your papers, fold them in half, and retake your positions on them.”

You and Kakashi stepped down from the paper at the same time, each bending down to fold the paper. Your head bumped against his and you jumped back, going back a few steps and letting him do the task as you tucked a loose strand of hair back in place.

Having folded the paper in half, Kakashi stood with his hands clasped in front of him, waiting—almost daring, you to step over first. Looking him in the eye, you stepped onto the paper, the space on which had significantly reduced now.

You felt yourself gulp as Kakashi came forward.

“Ready everyone?”, Gai’s voice rang in the background.

Your feet were touching, your face inches from Kakashi’s chest.

“Start!” called Gai, as a different, less upbeat melody spilled from the speakers.

The scarcity of space made it impossible for you now to look past Kakashi’s figure. With your face mere inches from his chest, you could make out the distinct cliffs of Kakashi’s collarbones peeking through the open top of his shirt. A silver chain peeked through, glinting under the canopy of lights overhead.

Kakashi swayed lightly to the tune, his movement so minuscule as to be missed by anyone not standing centimeters away from him.  

The song playing was familiar to you. It was the instrumental version of your favourite song from your teenage days. There had been many a night you spent writing poetry, this very song playing in the background as you scribbled away.

Droplets of sweat had begun to trickle over your back. The air felt thickened with the smell of chrysanthemums and nostalgia.

You persisted, focusing your eyes on a singular button of Kakashi’s suit, counting the seconds in your mind and waiting for the welcome interjection of Gai’s voice.

A soft warm breeze jostled through the crowd, leaving Kakashi’s hair ruffled. He reached up to pat it back into place, nimble fingers brushing past your forearm as he did.

Explosions like fireworks erupted through your pores where his fingers had trailed.

Your throat seemed to be getting narrower and narrower.

Without a thought or a moment’s realization, you felt your feet trampling away from the muddy piece of paper underneath and over the grass, sprinting, carrying you away. Away from the insufferable melody, the sickening smell of flowers, the disgusting exhibit of affection displayed by couples in each corner, the wretched black mole on Kakashi’s chest under his right collarbone where your eyes kept dragging.

Heaving as you caught your breath, you seated yourself on a wooden bench at the edge of the park. Your heart hammered in your throat as you tried to make sense of what had transpired. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear a faint voice, “Y/N! That is against the rules! Sorry, Rival, I am afraid I will have to disqualify you too.”

Multiple pairs of eyes had turned to look in your direction. You must have looked insane. Running across the field like that, matted hair sticking all over your face. You really had a penchant for embarrassing yourself, it would appear.

This was all too much, all of it. The wedding, Kakashi, your stupid fucking heels that made your soles ache.

Much to your relief and fortune, a woman’s voice replaced the maddening sound of the song blasting through the speakers at that precise moment. It was time for toasts.

Undoing the straps of your shoes, you laid your bare feet on the grass, leaning back to rest your head on the bench.

It was a clear night, the stars shining with all their might, as if in celebration of your friends.

You closed your eyes. The cool grass was soothing underneath your aching feet.

“Are you okay?”

Ugh.

You opened your eyes to see Kakashi standing over you, looking down with an expression almost resembling… was it concern?

You didn’t think he was capable.

“What now?”, you sniped.

Your patience was running thin, you needed to be away from here.

“You left this”, Kakashi said, holding out your glass of vodka cranberry that you’d kept aside earlier.  

“You seem awfully attached to my drink”, you jabbed again, but Kakashi ignored it, coming around to take the vacant spot beside you.

“What happened back there?” he inquired, turning his eyes on you as you looked down at your feet.

What DID happen back there?

“Nothing, I just…felt dizzy. Didn’t get time to have lunch today”, you lied, although only partly. You had, indeed, not gotten time to have lunch that afternoon, you were too busy scouring the market for an appropriate gift, all to ultimately settle on the quaint night lamp that had caught your eye in the very first shop you had visited.

“Hm, then this may not be such a good idea”, Kakashi responded, keeping the crimson-filled glass beside him on the bench.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Kakashi gesture to a server standing a few feet away, holding a tray filled with what appeared to be dumplings.

“Wait, are those dumplings?” the sight of your favourite snack provided the ideal distraction from the less-than-savory thoughts that were beginning to nestle inside your head.

Your stomach growled in agreement, as you realized how hungry you had been.

You piled six onto a small plate and watched Kakashi carefully place two into one of his own.

“God, I missed these”, you exclaimed through a mouthful as Kakashi thanked the tux-clad server, before turning to his plate.

“They do NOT make dumplings like this outside of Konoha”, you added, smacking your lips and digging into the next one. “I need to make up for all the time I lost not eating these.”

Kakashi let a smile slip, watching you in silent amusement. “Well, it looks like you need these more than I do,” he said, offering you his plate.

You couldn’t help but gape.

Was Kakashi Hatake being nice?

“Uhh…”, you hesitated, but Kakashi’s eyes looked entirely genuine, much to your shock…and despair.

He was making this rather hard.

“Is there any reason why you’re going out of your way to be nice to me and following me around like a puppy dog the entire evening?”, you blurted, expecting Kakashi to retort with a brazen remark, an insult to match the ones you had been hurling at him all evening.

Instead, he shrugged. “Got some making up to do my own”.

The words made you turn. The air between you had shifted. “What does that mean?”

But just as easily, the tide had rolled over. “Nothing”, Kakashi said airily, piling his dumplings onto your plate.

You studied his face once more to make sure this was not some juvenile prank. In his eyes, you read only kindness.

“Well um…thanks”, you said, putting your seventh dumpling in your mouth.

Kakashi gave a wave of his hand. “I owed you one.”

Still ruminating about his earlier comment about having things to make up for, you asked, “For what?”

“For freeing me from the torment of dancing for another second.”

The mole under his collarbone made a flashing appearance in your mind and you looked away, coughing on your last bite.

“Right, uh yeah, no biggie”, you said, clearing your throat. “Anyway, I uh, am gonna take a lap around the park, the toasts are over, and Gai looks like he’s about to start up another game again. I’d rather not be in the vicinity while he’s recruiting participants”, you added, slipping back into your shoes.

You wanted to get away from him, you needed to get away from him.

You had spent the last ten years of your life keeping Kakashi Hatake from your mind, and your last ten minutes had been spent studying his hands as they rested on his lap.

And recalling how his fingers had felt against your skin.

You stood up, looking back to take his leave, but something in his eyes rendered you powerless over yourself. Because the next words you uttered were, “Do you wanna come with?”

With his tone the embodiment of nonchalance, Kakashi accepted your gracious offer, yet something in his demeanor made you glad that you’d asked.

Once on your way, however, you found yourself at a loss of words. The scent of Kakashi’s perfume clouded your mind—an aquatic smell, subtle yet lingering.

In an attempt to avoid any further unwanted invitations, the two of you kept to the edge of the park, seeking concealment underneath the shadows of the cherry trees that lined the perimeter.

“Pretty night tonight”, you commented without thought. The silence had become too dense.

“Yes”, Kakashi nodded in agreement, looking up at the sky, “Lot of stars.”

“Mmhmm” you mused in response. “Very starry.”

Petals of cherry blossom had littered the ground, carving a pink, velvety path of their own.

You spent a few minutes walking in quietude again, before Kakashi broke the silence. “You know, if you look close enough, you can make out the Six Paths constellation in the sky tonight.”

“The Six Paths constellation?” you asked eagerly, grateful for his intervention.

“Yeah, up there”, Kakashi pointed at the bejewled satin sky. “The brightest star there in the middle is supposed to mark his Third Eye, the smaller, dimmer stars on each side his eyes, and the one at the bottom the tip of his beard”

You halted to look, glancing in the direction of his finger before glaring back at him.

“You just made that up.”

Kakashi looked back at you, the thinly veiled smirk on his mouth giving way to a hearty chuckle, “I did”, he admitted sheepishly.

You couldn’t help but laugh along.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” you chided through a chortle.

When Kakashi laughed again, the stars dimmed.

“I missed it, you know?” you confessed absent-mindedly, “The village. The…people.”

“The dumplings”, Kakashi appended.

You laughed again. “Most of all the dumplings, yes.”

A long subdued, familiar sensation crept up your neck like the arms of an old friend.

A breeze passed through.

Petals from the blossom branches rained upon you in a tender, pink shower.

Kakashi’s gaze was soft on yours.

“You have something in your hair,” he said, nodding towards your right. “Do you want me to get it out?”

“Oh um…” you fumbled, reaching up for your hair, but stopping midway. “Sure.”

Kakashi stepped closer, reaching across to touch a pink petal lodged over your ear.

Inside your chest, your heart hammered. It had been for a long time, you realized—growing louder with each thrum.

Once.

His fingers whisked past your cheek.

Twice.

Kakashi smiled down, silver hair gleaming like moonlight.

Thrice.

Your eyes widened.

You had been wishing to go back in time all evening, but you failed to realize until now that you had done just that.

Kakashi held the petal out to you, the flower blushing a pristine pink in his palm.

And with the next thrum of your heart, you were sixteen again.

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[foxintheferns]

Wild Heart - Chapter Five

A Twilight-Paul Lahote Fanfiction

Be sure to read the Previous Chapter !

Harley Sullivan’s POV:

When I woke, it took my brain several moments to recall the events of the evening before. My heart jumped firmly against my rib cage as I joltingly remembered the plans for the day. Cliff diving with my four new friends: Jake, Seth, Embry and Jared. I sighed and rolled over onto my stomach, letting my face smush into my pillow, clenching my eyes shut and telling my anxiety to go fuck itself.

It was 7:45 in the morning. The boys were coming by the cabin around 10 to pick me up before we went to the cliffs.

I decided it wasn’t worth showering, considering I’d be bathing in the Pacific Ocean in a few hours, but tried my best to make sure I didn’t look too disheveled. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my hot cup of coffee steaming in its purple ceramic ‘I <3 Maine’ mug on the bathroom counter. I met my own eyes in the reflection, and tried to decipher what I saw in them. They were pools of deep, grayish green. My mom had always told me that my eyes were like the forest; that ever since I was little, my emotions could be seen in them, rolling like wind through trees, gusts of joy, of love, of hurt, of rage. She was one of the only humans on this planet who had understood me, had seen my affinity with feeling so passionately as a strength, not as a weakness or burden. I’d always wanted brown eyes, like her. They were warm, gentle, soft. But they glowed with rich color and sparkled with light when she laughed or sang or danced. The green of my eyes reminded me of my father.

I tried to understand what I saw in them now, but they only stared back at me expectantly. Maybe there was a sparkle to them, now. They looked less dull and flat than they had even mere weeks ago. I pulled a brush through my long hair, knotty waves still present from the salty breeze on the beach the night before. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and put some deodorant on, then anxiously went through my wardrobe in my mind to figure out what I’d be wearing. I didn’t really have swimwear, considering cliff diving or swimming at all weren’t particularly on the forefront of my mind when I’d moved here. I’d given a lot of my clothes to Naomi when I left, who eagerly accepted my hand-me-downs. I knew I had one black cami bra that would be comfortable enough to cliff jump in, and I hoped that pairing it with some of my black boy-short undies would help it pass for a bikini. I wasn’t particularly overjoyed to be the only girl swimming, but I was excited to be trying something new. Doing something fun. And, I had a funny feeling that the boys would go out of their way to not look at my body too obviously. They were all pretty respectful, especially Seth. I couldn’t deny the way that my chest fluttered at the thought of taking my clothes off in front of Jake, though, and tried to push that to the back of my mind. I spent the few hours waiting for the guys to arrive, adding more wood to the stove and reading one of my Jane Goodall books. I’d brought a whole set of novels with me, many of the books old and weathered from the times I’d read them over the years. I eventually got antsy and did some stretching on the living room floor, trying to remember random poses from the few classes I’d taken during one of my fleeting hyper-fixations on Yoga a few years back. In the middle of a deep breathing session in cat-cow, I was ripped from my relaxation with a heavy knock on the door. I gasped audibly and fell onto my elbows on the wooden floor. I’d been expecting to hear footfalls and voices outside before a knock, considering four larger than average men were going to be arriving at the house. But I hadn’t heard them approach at all.

I stood, rearranging my hoodie down over my shorts as it’d ridden up throughout my stretching session. I skipped over to the door, my white knitted socks slippery on the wooden floor. I pulled the door open, unsurprised to see Jacob’s face first. A smile broke out across his features, and I saw his eyes flicker down my legs briefly. A chorus of ‘hey’, ‘hi’, and ‘good morning’s rang out and I laughed, holding the door open wider and stepping aside to welcome them in. Behind Jake, Jared and Seth stood smiling, and behind them, Embry stood next to another face that I didn’t recognize. Jacob jutted his thumb behind him and over his shoulder at the unfamiliar addition to our little group, a stocky, built young man. He was shorter than the others, although still taller than the average man. He had thick muscle wrapping around his arms, neck and shoulders, and shaggy hair that curled around his ears.

“This is Quil, a buddy of ours. He wanted to come along, hope you don’t mind,” Jacob said with a grin. The boy named Quil smiled wide, throwing an acknowledging nod my way. I shook my head.

“No, I don’t mind at all! It’s nice to meet you,” I said, beaming back. Quil returned the greeting with a confident demeanor, and the five of them stepped through the doorway. I heard the murmurs of comments on the mysterious tiny cabin they’d known for years but never seen the inside of as they entered. Everyone but Jake, who stayed by my side while the other boys wandered into the living room, Seth crouching by the fire while Embry sat down on the couch with Quil and Jared. They were already continuing a conversation they must have started on their way here, and I was amused by how immediately they made themselves at home.

It was a small couch, but the boys made it look ridiculously tiny. I had to stifle a laugh.

“So, ya scared?”, Jacob asked with a smirk, his arms crossing as he eyed my face, trying to read my expression for a whisper of fear.

I narrowed my eyes as I stared back at him. I hesitated, crossing my arms to mirror him, staring back defiantly with my chin in the air before I let my shoulders and arms slump in defeat. I realized he’d probably see right through any feigned bravery I plastered onto my face.

“Yeah…,” I mumbled with a shrug, a bashful smile creeping up onto my lips. He chuckled, his eyes remaining on my face as I glanced down to the floor, moving over to my hiking boots and grabbing them before sitting down onto the ottoman in front of the couch.

“Well, don’t need to be. We’re doing the easy spot, like we told you. Plus, it’s like the perfect day for it. 70 degrees, not too windy, even down on the beach,” he mused, watching me as I bent over to pull my boots onto my feet.

I nodded, trying to ignore the racing of my heart as I yet again realized what I’d gotten myself into. This is what I wanted though, isn’t it? New friends and experiences. After fighting with my bulky hiking boots, I was laced up and ready to go. Behind me on the couch, the boys were looking through one of my spotted owl field journals. At the snap of Jacob’s fingers and a flick of his head towards the door, all four boys were up and crossing the room, leaving me sitting on the ottoman and staring at Jake in amazement at the utter control he seemed to hold over the group. He waited patiently by the open door, then awkwardly looked outside before turning his gaze back at me.

“Erm… you comin’?” He asked gruffly, not understanding my moment of hesitation.

I stood up, stretching and grabbing my red backpack off the couch that had my spare clothes, towel and essentials, throwing it over my shoulder.

“Hope you don’t expect me to listen to you like those goofballs do,” I said, reaching out to poke him in the side as I grinned up at him. He dodged my hand effortlessly and smoothly while managing to still hold the door open for me. I slid past him, his woodsy smell filling my senses briefly, and he followed me out onto the porch, firmly closing the door behind him.

“Don’t worry, I don’t,” he grumbled dramatically.

….………….………….………….………….………….………………………

The hike up to the road wasn’t a short one, nor was it easy. My thighs and calves burned by the time we made it through the vast and seemingly never ending green of the forest. The light peeking through at the top of the final climb showed me just how steep the remaining section was. I stopped to catch my breath, my heart painfully pounding and sweat pooling under my shirt and across my lip. I stopped at the base of the hill, hunching over to breathe.

“Jeez, thought you were an experienced hiker, Sully!” Jake’s voice rang out from the front of the group.

I glanced up, searching for his face. When my eyes met his, I saw it was painted with that playful smirk of his.

“Sully?” I asked between pants. I hadn’t heard that nickname since high school.

Jake and the other boys chuckled. Seth, who was the closest to me, put his hand on my shoulder gently.

“It means you’re part of the club, don’t worry. It’s a shocker when these knuckleheads actually call me Seth. Last names are kinda the norm here.”

Seth had been by my side for most of the trek, encouraging me when I’d first expressed distaste for the sheer vertical climb of our summit.

I nodded in response, not really caring for anything much more than the sensation of feeling far too hot under my sweatshirt. I held up a finger for the boys to wait. They all shot each other perplexed looks, which I ignored.

I pulled my pack off my shoulders, letting it slump into the ground. Hooking my fingers under the hem of my hoodie, I pulled it swiftly over my head, shaking my hair out as it pulled through the hole. I wrapped the hoodie around my waist, tying it tightly at the top of my shorts and then bent to pull my pack up onto my back. When I looked up, all five of the men were pointedly avoiding looking my way. I realized with a sharp flow of blood to my cheeks that I’d only put on the black bra I planned to swim in, and had forgotten to put on a shirt underneath the hoodie in my nervous preparation for the outing. Jake shot one quick look at my face before nodding curtly and looking up the trail, prompting the group to continue.

“Just this last little bit, then we’re at the truck,” Jacob called from the front of our little posse. I felt much cooler now, the air lightly running through the trees flowing across my chest and under my armpits. I let out a long sigh, and heard Seth’s soft chuckle from beside me.

I was too exhausted to care about defending my ego when we made it to the top. How were they not as tired as me? I was indeed an experienced hiker, but the sheer steepness of this path was one of the most difficult I’d come across. I decided to blame it on their sheer size difference. Their legs were all long enough to make it easier, surely. It took everything in me to not sit down on the side of the road that the trail finally led us to. My breathing began to settle and relax as the ground flattened. My muscles ached, but it didn’t feel terrible. The feeling was one I missed, I realized. I was coming back to my body still, after years of being an empty vessel for pain, and physical sensations such as this were a kind reminder of that, I decided.

An old, black pickup truck sat along the road next to the tree-line. Jacob strode over to the driver’s side, pulling keys out of his pocket with a jingle and shoving them into the ignition. I stood along the road beside Seth, who looked over at me with a grin.

“You did it! Nice job,” he said excitedly. His compassion was so genuine and reassuring; it was impossible not to smile back.

I exhaled and nodded.

“Thanks, Seth. You’re a good hiking buddy.”

Jared, Quil, and Embry all piled into the backseat of the truck. Jacob slapped the side of the truck from out of his window, whistling at Seth and I.

“Let’s go, kids, we don’t have all day,” he called across the seat out the passenger window. I scoffed and walked with Seth to the passenger door, which he opened for me. I threw him another smile as I pulled myself up and into the truck with a grunt. My legs were a bit shaky from the climb. I plopped down onto the bench seat next to Jacob, accidentally falling against him in the process. I muttered something that sounded like a ‘sorry’. His lips were pulled together tightly, an attempt to not laugh at my struggle. I pulled my backpack onto my lap and huffed, stubbornly refusing to meet his gaze. Seth got into the truck next to me, pulling the door closed behind him.

After a long and windy drive up the rocky jut of mountain along the pacific sea, we finally arrived to the location of our day’s adventure. I felt a jolt of excitement and fear as Jared’s long arm pointed from the backseat at our cliff jumping destination.

“There she is,” Quil exclaimed proudly.

It was slightly lower down than the road we slowly came to a stop on, tucked up above a small inlet that shot off from the main beach below. The water was calmer than the day before and the sun was able to shine directly on it now that it was almost noon. I smiled eagerly to myself at the prospect of the sun warming the rocks despite the constant cloud layer in the sky.

With a shudder of old metal and engine, Jacob turned off the truck and pulled the key out, stuffing it back into his pocket. He glanced over at me with a slightly different expression than I’d seen before, one of contemplation and hesitance, and my eyes narrowed slightly. An impish smile pulled up onto his lips.

“Ready?” He asked smugly as he popped the driver door open and pulled his tremendous frame out of the truck.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I mumbled as I followed him out the same way.

A/N: yall please this took SO long I am so deeply truly sorry, but now im back! I missed writing this story so much so please let me know your thoughts! Chapter 6 already in the works hehe

Who’s excited for Paul to meet our girl? 🙋‍♀️

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[noonmutter]

Adjudication pt. 3

DWC May 2024 Day 4: Drama/Celebration

(I'm finishing this time, no matter how long it gets. I may regret this statement by the end.)

With the children gone and Caythaes' giggles finally run out, Tulford was able to relax at least a little bit in a much quieter and emptier space. It allowed him to take in the sheer size of the house--he'd noticed Shedwyn bounce between calling it a cottage, house, manor, and a few other terms, so he'd settled on the mid-ground of 'house' and moved on. Nobody had seen it necessary to tie him back up once he'd shown that he could've just slipped the ropes a while ago, and he was still trying to figure out what to make of that when Terry emerged, mercifully fully dressed, and nodded him toward the front door.

"My turn now."

Tulford felt like that was both a warning and a reassurance. He took comfort from neither.

For a moment, he worried that this was it and the game was over, and he was just going to become food for the wife's flowers or something suitably dramatic like that, but Terry veered off from the front door almost immediately to lead him to a humongous gate. Tulford recognized it as the entrance to a pasture after a moment, though he wasn't used to any quite so large. The reason for the size struck him after a few seconds when he recalled that Ambroce was known for raising elderhorn, and indeed he did spot a few of the enormous beasts grazing off in a corner.

Terry allowed Tulford to step through the gate and pass him, raising a brow when the young man actually did so but holding back a comment for the time being. Quickly locking the gate, he strode across the grass to lead his confused not-quite-prisoner to the stables, and once again, Tulford didn't hesitate to walk past him and allow himself to be locked inside with him.

"You're not gonna pull up a chair and a torch now, are you?"

"Wot?"

"Y'know. Treat 'em to a last meal in the comfy house, take 'em to the stables to torture 'em in private so the kids don't see."

Terry snorted as he fetched a coil of rope from the wall, then picked up a pair of stools from the empty stalls. "Shit, boy, if we were about torture y' never woulda left th' basement. Shedwyn was all about flayin' you alive til I stopped 'er. She takes attempts on my life a lot less kindly than I do, 'specially when 'er 'ormones are goin' nuts. Good job takin' th' hint when I told y' she was preggers, by th' by."

The blinking started anew as Tulford watched him. "...That was a hint?"

"Don't tell me y' thought it was braggin'."

"Well, no, but... Iunno, I didn't know it was deliberately a hint, I guess?" Tulford paused, then furrowed his brows. "Wait. Why did you slip me a hint?" Another pause, then a quiet and dumbfounded, "You were testing me?"

Terry visibly relaxed as he set down the stools, one in front of himself and one in front of Tulford, then began unrolling the rope. "Thank fuck y' got there, I was startin' t' think maybe I'd misjudged after all." With another short nod toward the stools, he simply said, "Sit."

Finally, Tulford hesitated to follow the instruction, letting worry creep into his confusion again. "Why? What are we doing now?"

"Sit down, Tulford. For now, all we're gonna do is talk. Solemn oath from a traitorous slag 'o doesn't deserve 'is title."

Once again, his face betrayed him and flushed crimson right away, and Tulford sat down. "You uh. Heard everything, then?" Of course it'd occurred to him Terry would've caught some of it, since he'd yelled a few times, but he'd held out hope.

"I don't take very long showers. Disappointed y' didn't notice th' water stop, but then, th' kids're noisy at breakfast an' so is Cay." Terry tilted his head as he watched the would-be assassin fidget and shuffle, resembling nothing so much as one of his own sons, waiting to be chastised. Which was, admittedly, fair. But still. The comparison made him feel old, and it was annoying.

Terry shoved the unoccupied stool a bit closer to Tulford before sitting down on it, continuing to unspool the rope as he spoke. "So. 'Ere's wot I think, Tulford. You tell me where I get it wrong. You were barely a boy when th' wall came down an' Gilneas collapsed. Maybe y' remember wot tha' was like, maybe it's just a bunch of jumbled images an' scary noises. But y' were there when it all 'appened, an' it stuck with you, tha' you were there. It stuck with a lot of us, th' fact tha' we were there."

One heavy, callused hand shot up to cover the lower half of Tulford's face before he got more than a grunt out, and Terry gave him a warning look as the boy realized just how strong his grip was. "Don't interrupt me." With the release of tension in Tulford's shoulders, Terry released Tulford, ignoring the gasp for air as he resumed his assessment.

"You 'ad t' grow up without a lotta people you thought would allus be there, prolly. A lot of us did. An' just like th' lot of us, tha' meant you 'ad t' grow up way too much, way too fast. But y' din't grow up fast enough t' do th' stuff y' wanted t' do. You wanted t' get some payback fer ev'rybody, fer those people y' lost, an' especially fer you. A lot of us did. But you were stuck at th' worst possible age fer all tha'. Old enough t' be angry, young enough t' be left be'ind. Am I wrong yet?"

Tulford said nothing, but his tensed jaw and shining eyes answered for him. Terry nodded, and kept going.

"Me 'n' Shedwyn clocked you fer 25, at th' oldest. Don't really know fer sure, cuz you don't actually 'ave a lot o' records tha' were easy t' find. We'll find 'em, don't worry about tha'. It's just gonna take longer." Terry shrugged with one shoulder, working absently with the rope, tying it into some kind of intricate knot Tulford couldn't sort out yet. At some point, Terry had palmed a metal ball of some sort, and was wrapping the rope around it over and over. "I can't believe you managed t' fool anybody about yer age with tha' babyface o' yours. Ground support planetside fer th' Antorus campaign? Wot were you, twelve? Thirteen?"

The response was sullen, and without any attempt at eye contact. "Fourteen."

"Early growth spurt, bribe, somethin' else...?" Terry shrugged again, waving it off. "Nevermind. Doesn't matter. So you're th' kinda kid 'o lies 'is way int' th' army. I kin already tell you never killed another person, though. Maybe a demon, but no people." He looked back to the boy, forcing him to meet his eye with his free hand, all but daring him to try and lie about it. Tulford said nothing, and after a minute, tore himself away from that penetrating stare.

"So. No kills on anybody tha' counted. You either bailed on Kul Tiras an' Zandalar, or you got found out. Which one was it?"

"I--"

Terry drew the rope taut. "Do not lie t' me right now, boy."

"...found out, sir."

Terry caught the reappearance of the honorific, recognizing it for the indicator it was that he was getting somewhere useful. He didn't like breaking people, but he was good at it. "Discharged or jailed?"

"Jailed, sir."

"How long?"

"Got out three years ago, sir."

The timing stood out, and he frowned slightly, no longer paying attention to his ropework. This was important, but more than that, it was potentially interesting. "What terms?"

"I was..." Tulford shifted on his stool, suddenly keenly aware of how small it was and how small he felt next to Terry Ambroce. "There was some kinda... screwup, I guess. I shoulda been out earlier. But all the shit with the..." He waved his hand vaguely upward, "The sky and the banshee bitch and all that, stuff got messed up. A few of us were stuck way longer than we shoulda been."

Terry went cold. "They give you a name?"

"Sir?"

"Who messed it up. Fucked up yer sentences."

"No." Terry couldn't figure out if it he was relieved or disappointed, but before he could say anything else, Tulford spat on the wooden floor and added, "But word got out that some fuckhole sergeant called Rutherford was behind it."

The answer, it appeared, was neither relieved nor disappointed, but somewhere in the middle of the two. On the one hand, this kid's life hadn't been ruined twice over by Smits or Diggs, but he had been screwed by one of Smits' favorite lackeys, and that stung more than enough. Terry hadn't even considered that anyone else might've been going through the same things he had, it'd been too personal. But the more he thought about it, the more sense it made that there would've been other prisoners getting shuffled around. It made hiding the important one easier. Stupid.

"Tha's where I'm findin' my trail's gone a bit cold. You lost three years outta yer already fairly short life, an'... wot then?" His hands finally remembered the half-finished piece of knotwork they were still holding, and resumed their slow, measured pace. "Wot was there fer this green soldier fresh int' man'ood t' go back to?"

"NOTHING!" The eruption of sound actually startled Terry, but not as much as being tackled did. He'd actually forgotten to keep his eye on Tulford, too caught up in his own head. Later on he could chastise himself about that, but right then he was busy keeping the kid from hitting him in the face. It was easier to let him land a few punches that he barely felt than throw him off, and right then, he felt like the kid deserved a few free ones.

"I lost everything! Family! Friends! The deaders took all of 'em!" It was less yelling and more screaming after the first few punches. "Couldn't save anybody, couldn't help anybody, couldn't do anything! Just a useless fuckin' baby with no fuckin' money and nowhere to go and nobody to find!"

And then those became less like punches and more like desperate flailing. "Except you! The one that jumped right into the deaders' arms! The one that gave the deaders more bodies! The one that left for redder pastures! The one that could suddenly do no wrong! The one that got everything he could ever possibly have wanted! The one that left nothing behind for the rest of us! Great glorious golden boy you!"

That last crack had far more sting in it than any of Tulford's punches, but Terry didn't blame him for that. He did give the kid a little longer to decide if he was going to remember how to brawl or not, as a courtesy. Once Tulford slumped, Terry cleared his throat.

"Kill me, then. Yer never gonna get an easier shot."

Tulford stared down at him, red-faced and watery-eyed, and said nothing.

"Tha's not a threat."

His mouth closed and his jaw set, like he was trying his level best not to explode.

"It's a promise."

With a final, furious scream, Tulford stood up and stomped backward a few feet, then punched a post. There was an audible crack of breaking bones, and Terry winced as he got to his feet while Tulford crumpled. Tempting though it was, the elder Gilnean resisted the urge to offer him a hand up. He knew that was only going to add insult to more insult, and he'd done what he wanted to do.

Instead, Terry pushed his hair out of his face, went back to the stools, and picked up the knot to finish it up. He felt shitty ignoring the sounds of a grown man trying not to cry, but he felt shittier drawing attention to it. So he gave Tulford the illusion of privacy, and kept working until he was satisfied with the piece in his hands.

The temporary slungshot brought silence to the stables after one resounding crack that startled the existential despair right out of Tulford. And a little piss, since Terry swung it right next to his foot.

"You've got two options, Tulford."

"Are you fuckin' crazy, you--wot? Options?"

Terry drew the rope back into his hands, swinging the weighted knot lazy back and forth. It did its job; Tulford was alert like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. "Option one, you get yer shit t'gether an' try t' kill me proper. We go a round or two, I beat th' absolute shit outta you fer tryna kill me, an' then I feed you t' my wife t' finish th' job. It'll take 'er weeks. Months, if she's really mad at you. 'Ard t' say."

Yesterday, Tulford would've scoffed at the scenario. Today, he thought about the fact that the stable doors were locked, and Terry was standing between him and them, and Shedwyn was on the other side of them somewhere. "...And two?"

"Option two, you get yer shit t'gether an' I give you a job."

"You are fuckin' crazy. I tried to kill you!"

Another CRACK by Tulford's other boot got a startled oath and a small backward jump out of him, and Terry smirked. "So's Dwyn. An' m' brother Leon. Wolf's threatened to. Anyway, same deal we give all our 'ouse staff. Pay, room, board, learn a skill tha' you sorely need."

Warily, Tulford peeked out from behind the post that'd beaten him up. "What skill?"

"Assassin."

"...Sorry, what?"

"Normal people," he gave the weapon one final, terrifying swing that wrapped the rope-wrapped shot ball around another post a few times and let it go, where it hung, "Would call it a bodyguard. But in my experience--of which I 'ave a great deal, as you know--nothin' makes a better assassin than' learnin' 'ow t' protect a target from other assassins. Sure, you know 'ow t' fight, an' you've got damn good aim, an' y' got some impressive power in yer throw, but you don't 'ave a fuckin' clue 'ow t' pay attention or stay focused or cover yer tracks. Fuck me, boy, y' brought yer knives in th' same luggage as yer clothes!"

"I didn't have anything else to--wait, you went through my luggage? When did you--"

"Call it a penance, if y' want to, because I will make you suffer. It's not a gift I'm off'rin', it's trainin'. Gruelin', awful trainin' tha's gonna make you wanna kill me again, an' I expect you t' bloody well try."

Tulford's arms hung helplessly at his sides. "I don't understand anything anymore."

Terry sighed, wiping the mirth off his face for the moment, and closed the distance between himself and Tulford with speed the younger man had not expected. His concern in the immediate sense was with the hand that reached for him, though it wasn't a fist, and it turned out not even to be going for his throat. Instead, Terry set his hand on Tulford's shoulder and looked him in the eye, unblinking.

"I'm lucky. I know tha'. You've reminded me t'day tha' there are still facets t' tha' luck tha' even I've failed t' find. An' I know exactly wot yer goin' through, because I went through it too. If I turned you out now, wot th' fuck would you do with yerself? Prolly get int' worse trouble. Prolly get killed. Wot a waste when I see plenty o' potential fer a damn good man in front o' me. If y' want it, it's yours fer th' takin'. But yer gonna 'ave t' earn th' right t' keep it."

Tulford stared back into the eyes of the man he'd tried to murder and who was now offering him a life, and couldn't find the words to answer. He felt himself starting to cry again, which he hated, which made him want to cry more, and eventually all he could do was hiss out another swear word and look down. Terry let him go, but only to offer him a beat-up kerchief.

"Does it..." Tulford's first attempt cut off with a wet, snotty sniffle, and he gave up and started over. "Is it always this fuckin' wierd?"

"Sorry, kid. Ours is a wierd-ass life. It's gonna get way worse fer a while."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

With equally shocking speed to Terry's, Tulford's good hand snapped out and landed a good, solid blow right in his unprepared stomach, and Terry doubled over. That done, Tulford nodded. "Okay."

Terry wheezed out, "One fer you, Tully. An' now..."

Then he headbutted him.

Wolf--Ansul, Uncle Sully, Barton, he had a small handful of names in the Ambroce household--watched quietly from the hayloft as the two of them brawled. After a second, he took his hand away from his dagger and reached instead for the cheese wedge he'd brought with him to snack on. They'd be at it for a while, and the dumbass would be fine.

( @daily-writing-challenge @shedwyn @mekandawn )

#and so arrives terry #shedwyn #terwyn #cay #tully #my writing #establishment #dwc #yes all that was lead-up to an addams family reference #I'm not sorry

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Innocence- Aemond X OC

Summary: War is an ugly thing; Something that is common knowledge to all and yet something people resort to anyway when conflicts arise. It was not something Eirlys Velaryon wanted though, nor what Aemond Targaryen wanted as well. It was a war they were dragged into, and suffering they had to endure for crimes they were innocent of.

Warnings: under-age intimacy

Masterlist

Part 3

It had been almost two years since the incident.

Aemond never told Eirlys about it and after a few tries, she stopped asking him about it too.

The princess never knew why in the initial few days Aemond had grown to resent physical touch, until later on he once again managed to get comfortable around her, yet still never giving her the reason as to why there was a momentary shift in behaviour.

Aegon and Helaena had quiet recently been blessed with children; twins. This sparked the curiosity within Eirlys of how that came to be once again after years of not so much as even thinking about it.

Knowing that Aemond had no interest in the subject anymore, she decided this time to just go and ask Aegon herself.

"You can't be serious" Aegon looked at the princess like she'd just suggested cutting off her own head "you're almost a woman, about to be wed and you still do not know?"

"If I did I wouldn't be asking you now, would I?" Eirlys rolled her eyes at his statement.

"You and Aemond are a match made by the gods" Aegon mumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose "so, the man enters the woman and spills his seed inside of her. That seed then grows into a baby inside the woman's womb"

"I'm not following" Eirlys furrowed her brows in confusion "how much wine did you drink?"

"I'm not drunk" Aegon facepalmed at her innocent stupidity "fine, let me simplify it for you. They have sex, which means a man puts his cock into a woman's cunt"

Eirlys suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable trying to imagine it.

"Why?"

"Well during the act, there's semen that spills out of the man and into the woman's womb, that's what makes the child" he further explained "but most of the time people don't perform sex just to bear children, it's done to pleasure themselves as well"

"Pleasure?" Eirlys repeated, not being able to wrap her head around how that would be pleasant "h-how?"

"You're too innocent" Aegon sighed "someone's got to change that"

Aemond had been informed that his older brother had called for him after supper. He didn't really want to go and hear what he had to say, but went anyway to avoid his brother showing up to his quarters.

"You sent for me?" Aemond asked as he walked in.

"You need to start showing interest in your duties" Aegon's tone was stern and serious, something Aemond wasn't accustomed to.

"M-my duties?" He asked, recalling that this was the same older brother who spent more time with his cups of wine than with his books "I'll have you know I'm the only one between the two of us who actually studies history, philosophy, close combat-"

"No not that you twat" Aegon quickly cut him off, slightly annoyed by his brother bringing up the fact that Aegon was the sibling who was never one to show any interest in studies "I meant about your fourth coming duties as a husband"

"What"

"Eirlys has never been with a man before and it'd be a shame if you happen to let her down in bed" Aegon sighed "I paid good money last time but you ran off, ungrateful little-"

"If you wish to bring up the events from two years ago, I have no intention of standing here and listening to you go on" Aemond briskly responded "if that is all, brother, I shall take my leave"

"Eirlys was here earlier you know," Aegon informed "she asked me the same thing you did when we left the castle that night"

"And what did you do?" Aemond turned around to face him.

"Well I told her how the act was done" the older boy simply shrugged "though I doubt she really made any sense of it"

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"You're going to be her husband for fuck's sake" Aegon dramatically announced "and you don't yet know how to please a woman in bed"

"So what exactly are you trying to say?" Aemond impatiently asked, now slightly cautious of his inexperience. He'd never really thought much about his marriage to Eirlys. The two had such a lovely relationship as friends that he hadn't put much thought into having to bed her.

"I say we go back to the city" Aegon told him.

In truth Aegon didn't care much about how his little brother would please his wife-to-be in bed. He just wanted company as he snuck out so even if he did get caught, the entire blame wouldn't land on himself.

Aemond was hesitant. He didn't know if he'd react the same way as he did the last time. But with the concern of his marriage to Eirlys drawing closer, he thought it'd be best to get it over with for the sole purpose of not embarrassing himself.

"Alright" he finally gave in with a sigh "just this once I suppose"

"Lovely" Aegon clapped as he went to go pour himself and his brother some wine "I'll meet you at the street of silk, I still have some drinking to be done with before I arrive"

Aemond, once he'd drank the wine Aegon offered him, hesitantly changed into some of the old and washed up clothes his brother had hidden away under one of the floorboards beneath his bed. He used the same passageway Aegon had introduced him to the last time.

However, he didn't remember the route as clearly so he did have to ask a few people along the way for directions, feeling a slight tinge of embarrassment as he informed them he was trying to get to the a whore house.

"You can do this" he heaved a long sigh as he walked toward the familiar stone house "this is to prepare for your duties as a husband"

After he'd managed to muster enough courage to once again enter the place that had mentally scared him in his childhood, he looked for the madam of the house and informed her of his request for a room.

He paid her five pieces of gold and followed her directions to a room that was allotted for him. Upon the arrival of the young girl who would entertain his desires, he'd informed her of his inexperience, to which she assured him that she would guide him through it all so that he may be well informed the next time he'd visit.

This time Aemond did not find himself flinching away from the seductive touches. He submitted himself completely, following every command the girl gave him.

When the young prince was almost close to the edge, the girl stopped him.

"No, not inside me" she panted "in my mouth"

Aemond quickly slid his member out, granting her a break from his hard thrusts while she pushed him on the bed and got down on her knees.

She pressed her palms on his thighs as she slowly licked up his shaft before taking him into her mouth.

Aemond shut his eye as another wave of pleasure washed over him, his lips parted slightly to let the sound of his soft gasps escape.

As the girl swirled her tongue, eager to help the prince spill his seed into her mouth, Aemond's mind suddenly displayed the image of Eirlys.

Aemond quickly opened his eye, feeling embarrassed about having thought about her while being preoccupied in such a lewd situation.

But the pleasure he felt overpowered his senses and he once again closed his eye as he felt himself edging. His breaths became ragged and he fisted the sheets as he struggled to hold back his moans.

The girl bobbed her head up and down at a slightly quicker pace, knowing the prince wouldn't last much longer.

And she was right.

Involuntarily and completely out his control by that point, the prince elicited a loud moan.

"Eirlys" he breathed out, tightly shutting his eye as he came undone.

The girl looked up at him, momentarily caught off guard by the name he'd moaned but didn't ask him anything.

Aemond was appalled when he realised he'd released himself while thinking about her.His sweet, innocent friend who he was to marry.

In that moment the prince felt as though he'd committed a crime by thinking about her during such an inappropriate moment.

He left the girl three gold pieces before he dressed himself up, eager to get back to the castle.

He walked out the room, down the corridor and out into the open street but stopped in his tracks.

"What are you doing here?"

"Brother!" Aegon waved enthusiastically at Aemond "done already?"

"Aegon have you lost your mind?" He snapped as he walked closer to his brother.

"What's wrong" the older brother asked, oblivious as to why Aemond was in such a bad mood.

"Why did you bring Eirlys here?"

"Well I brought her here the same way I got you" Aegon casually told his brother, sounding slightly tipsy "so she may understand how a man and woman-"

"She doesn't need to be here" Aemond was quick to grab the girl's hand, yet avoiding any sort of eye contact "what were you thinking bringing a princess to a place like this? We're heading back"

"What, why?" Eirlys tried to free her hand out of his grasp. She knew what a whore house was, she'd just never been to one and as much as the foreign surrounding made her nervous, it also made her all the more curious. "Aemond let go!"

"You think I want you going in there?"

"I wasn't asking for you permission" the princess snapped "why's it fair that you are free to do as you please and waltz inside but I can't?"

"Good point" Aegon muttered.

"Shut up" Aemond responded.

The girl walked away from the two brothers, Aemond running after her to stop her while Aegon lazily walked behind them, his only concern presently being that he would have his fun for the night regardless of whether Aemond or Eirlys would stick around.

Despite Aemond trying to quiet literally hold the door shut, making himself and the entire situation look ridiculously comical, Eirlys resorted to tickling him to push him away from the door as Aegon then took his chance to swing it open.

The onlookers watched the trio in absolute confusion as they displayed a show of utter chaos:

Aemond stumbling backwards momentarily as Aegon held the doors open, trying to push Eirlys inside; Eirlys quickly trying to run in but then being pulled back by Aemond who'd wrapped his arms around her waist.

Eirlys didn't need to break free of Aemond's grasp to explore the old house. With the entrance of the establishment now wide open, she peeked inside as soon as she heard the lewd sounds of people moaning and was met with an obscene atmosphere of people grinding against each other, men humping against naked women.

The trio's chaos caught the attention of many, some of whom were not able to so much as walk in due to their little tussle right at the entrance.

And while the commotion was mostly taken by some to be a bunch of young adults who were drunk, the men of the city watch who'd seen that his from a distance mistook it for an entirely different situation; chalking up the conclusion that the two men were most likely trying to drag away a woman from the establishment against her will.

"Hey! Stop!" One of the guards called out as he approached them.

"Fuck" Aegon's eyes widened with panic "run, run!"

The three of them dashed away from the whore house, two of the men from the city watch following after them.

Aegon took a different route, unknown to Aemond and Eirlys, who continued running along the path they'd used to get to the streets of silk.

They knew outrunning them would not rule in their favour so Aemond began to scan the area for a place to hide.

"To your left" he called out, letting her run before him toward the little alleyway he'd pointed toward "under that stairway behind the barrels"

Eirlys crouched lower as she crawled into the narrow and damp space Aemond had suggested, the boy following swiftly after her. The tiny space that they'd picked to hide was really cramped, leaving only a few inches of distance between their faces as their bodies pressed close together so that they might fit in.

Aemond held a finger up to his lips, to indicate to stay silent as he heard the guards get closer.

Eirlys tried her best to control her ragged breathing after all that running and the tight space didn't not help. Yet instead of being more concerned about the fact that they might get caught, she found herself think more about what she saw at the whore house only a few minutes ago.

Aemond held his breath as the sound of boots trudging against the wet mud sounded his ears. The men muttered amongst themselves before they ran off, probably still in search of the trio.

The prince heaved a sigh of relief before he looked down to gaze at Eirlys. His breath hitched in his throat when he realised they were in such close proximity, being able to practically feel her breasts slightly heave up and down with each breath she took.

Eirlys' eyes looked up to meet his and Aemond, involuntarily, averted his gaze to her lips as he recalled moaning her name while he came.

In a way he felt like he'd defiled her, even though he hadn't meant to release himself while imagining her.

She was this demure, untarnished and delicate being in his mind, untouched by sin and corruption. And he wanted to protect that; protect her. And he knew that after what she'd seen only moments ago in that sinful place, part of that sweet innocence of hers was lost.

"Aemond?" She softly called out.

Fuck. He mentally swore as he felt the urge to lean down and kiss her.

He had kissed her before but that was years ago when he was younger, naïve and full of innocence, something that was lost forever.

"We should head back" he responded softly, fighting himself against dipping his head lower to capture her lips with his.

He quickly crawled out, before he could lose control over himself and then offered his hand to help the princess.

"What about Aegon?" Eirlys asked as she dusted the muck off her coat, not really being able to be rid of the stain.

"He can find his way back" Aemond answered her with an irritated tone.

"Are you upset?" The princess asked as the both of them walked back to the castle, cautiously looking around to avoid running into any more of the city watch.

"I am" the prince promptly replied "at Aegon, not you"

Throughout their conversation, he avoided looking at her, not being able to anymore after tonight.

She was so innocent, so pure and a complete contrast to what Aemond was, or rather, growing up to be.

Aemond did not wish to break fast with his family the next morning, he didn't wish to leave his quarters to begin with. He did try to avoid joining them, but Eirlys was sent to fetch him.

"Won't you be joining us, Aemond?" She'd asked as she knocked at his door, her gentle voice calling out his name made it rather difficult for the prince to refuse.

He opened the doors and had the princess take his arm as he led her back to the hall to dine with the family, all the while making a minimal amount of conversation as he avoided eye contact.

"Are you still cross regarding last night?" She asked when she took not of his unusual hostility he was exhibiting toward her.

"Like I said, I'm not upset at you" he murmured back in response.

Upon their arrival, Aemond sat at his usual spot at the head of the table after he'd pulled a chair for Eirlys, who always sat at his right.

"Shall we pray?" Alicent asked as she sat beside her husband Viserys.

As his mother the queen, began to recite a prayer that more or less was the same thing she said every morning, asking for forgiveness, good health and a long life to everyone present. Everyone gathered at the table followed her example and closed their eyes, folding their hands together and interlacing their fingers.

Aemond momentarily opened his eye to slyly glance at the princess. There was a loose strand of hair that fell out of place, making him want to lean over slightly and fix it for her.

Against his better judgment, he reached out and tucked the silvery lock of blonde behind her ear, to which Eirlys' eyes quickly snapped open upon having felt Aemond's cold fingers graze against her cheek, but by the time she'd turned to look at him, he'd already torn his gaze away from her.

Breakfast was rather silent that morning, with Aegon dozing off at the table every five minutes.

"Didn't sleep well?" Aemond asked sarcastically to which Eirlys bit her lip, indicating her disappointment in the prince for quiet possibly instigating an argument.

"No, brother, I did not" Aegon managed a weak smile to hide the sneer in his voice as he switched glances between Aemond and Eirlys"someone didn't let me spend my night peacefully"

"Someone took off and abandoned me" Eirlys added in reference to Aegon running off by himself last night during their little chase with the city watch, not appreciating that he blamed her as well for ruining his night.

"while I was on my way back from the library" she added quickly, using 'library' as a replacement for 'whorehouse' "that I didn't even get to go in"

"I wasn't the one who kept you from going to the library" Aegon swiftly retorted "if I recall correctly, it was Aemond who didn't want you to go"

"It was unsafe and improper for a princess" Aemond snapped before composing himself

"I'm confused" Helaena spoke, looking toward Eirlys for a clearer explanation "unsafe? But you were visiting the library?"

"I meant" Aemond effortlessly managed to spin a lie without a moment of hesitation "to be allowed to go to the library at such a late hour by herself"

"But it's alright for a prince, conveniently" Eirlys muttered as she side eyed Aemond.

"Because I was trying to-"

"Not at the table, please" Viserys sighed as he interrupted their little argument, not wanting this to turn into a fight.

"Perhaps you three ought to save this conversation until after we're all done" Alicent told them, skeptically looking between the three of them.

It was once again silent for the rest of the morning at the table until they all rose and left the hall to carry on with their duties awaiting ahead.

Aemond held his hand out for Eirlys, like how he always did each morning, to help her up but unlike the other times, today he'd refused to look at her.

The princess sighed in annoyance as she stood up, not accepting his hand and walked out the doors, Aemond slowly following after her.

"Now you're upset at me" he simply stated as he continued to walk behind her.

"Of course I am!" Eirlys threw him a nasty look "first you don't allow me to go into the establishment that you yourself had been to only moments before I arrived, then you proceed to ignore me as if I'm the one who ruined our evening"

"That was a whore house Eirlys!" Aemond whisper-yelled as he pulled her to the side, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation "what did you expect would happen once you were inside?"

"Well I-"

"You'd be taken to bed and fucked" the prince bluntly told her, not wanting to beat around the bush "I would know, that's what happened the first time Aegon took me and I hated every second of it"

"So you'd been there before?" she looked up at him, taken by surprise at his sudden confession.

"Y-yes, I mean... well-" Aemond struggled to find the words, something that didn't happen often "the first time I went, nothing happened. I-I left quickly"

Don't look at me like that he thought to himself as he watched her stare at him with disappointment. The two had always told each other everything yet this was something the prince had kept from her this whole time.

"Save it" she cut him off, not wanting to hear whatever excuse he'd come up with "I don't wish to speak to you right now "once you're done ignoring me and after you've realised you're at fault, come and find me"

Aemond failed to see he how he was the one at fault when all he did was prevent Eirlys from going into that horrible place. Despite the girl only wanting to merely observe what went on inside, he knew better than anyone that Aegon would ensure she enjoyed the whole experience and he did not want her to go through the same thing he'd been through. Additionally, the only reason he couldn't look at her was because it only reminded him that it was her face he'd imagined to release himself and there was no chance he would confess such a thing to her.

Without saying anything further, he walked away to head to the training yard to relieve some of the pent up frustration.

#aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #ewan nation #hotd #house of the dragon #tom bennett #world on fire #aemond #aemond smut #aemond x you #aemond headcanons #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x y/n #daemon targaryen #daemon smut #aegon targaryen #aegon smut

[lunettes-a-ninny]

TW: mention of javert's suicide

follow up on me being sad about unrecognized les misérables music!!

i think a few people know about the song called javert by red diamond dragon club - but did you know there are MULTIPLE amazing songs called javert?!?!

before i start, i would like to state that these are all my interpretations of the songs, and the writers have not confirmed everything i say!!

1. javert - red diamond dragon club

this song is probably the most popular one among the fandom, but it's still unrecognized.

this song is almost an alternate version of javert's suicide. it is an indie(?) rock version that shows us javert's anger over being released through lines such as:

"valjean, what have you done to me?"

"did you know what you did when you set me free?"

"and you won't leave, trapped inside my mind. mon dieu, this devil is shaking the ground."

"won't you tell me why i'm not okay?"

"you make the night not follow day"

"and who am i? looking down, i see your face, the water rising up"

this song is not only catchy, but it is a good display of javert going through the five stages of grief, including anger.

2. javert - penny and sparrow

this is a short, pretty folk song about javert. while there are romantic undertones in this song, i interpret this as javert's internal feelings and that he isn't speaking of a specific person.

he could very well be, with lines such as, "when you hold me, it's knee jerk," but i would like to think this is just how javert feels trying to interact with people in general sometimes.

"i can feel the beginnings of arguments to often start off that way"

"well fuck how i feel, it's a bad gauge of realness"

"how can it be, is their room in your home for a man that feels to prone to fall through?"

"can you honestly expect me to confess that ... or i'm worth the work it takes?"

3. javert - deadman

this song is by far my favourite on this list, being number one on my spotify wrapped this year, so this will be a longer section of this post.

i'm not actually sure how to define the genre of this song. it could very well be a folk song or a country song.

this song is confirmed to be written about someone talking to the ghost of javert after he has committed suicide. it is a song that switches between both english and french (depending on the performance), and it is a truly beautiful piece of music through both lyrics, performance and instrumentals.

it is FILLED with references to javert's life, including christianity, water, blood, wine, as well as many metaphors about these things as well.

my favourite reference in the song is the one made about javert's actual death (keep in mind these lyrics vary in different performances):

put your gun on the floor

i'll pour you some wine

i am willing, but my spirit is not

this verse alone is simply amazing. the lyrics to this song are so well thought out and beautifully performed, and i really suggest listening to this song. and while javert didn't die to a gun, you can still understand what they're referencing. this could even be a previous attempt, before the seine.

the song is also a little mysterious, with this verse:

we used to be friends

when you used your old name

back when you worked for the law

they could honestly be talking about anything in this verse, and i like that it's up for interpretation.

the chorus is also incredibly well written with it's references to javert drowning:

and if ye strike the rock

then the water comes forth

water that used to be blood

formerly blood

and becomes blood again

and unstopped, rises to flood

however, suddenly at the last chorus, they change the word "blood" to "wine".

there are a few more songs titled "javert", however, i am unsure if they are actually about the les misérables javert or not, so i will not be including them.

anyway, go give these songs a listen if you haven't already! if you know any more songs about javert, please let me know! i recall hearing about one a long time ago, but it wasn't called "javert," so i can not find it.

#les mis #les miserables #les miserables thoughts #analysis #character analysis #les misérables #javert #inspector javert

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YOU GUYS WOULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST FINISHED⁉️⁉️

(jokes aside this chapter is heavy and when i say heavy i mean HEAVY it's the heaviest chapter ive wrote for now please read the tws and take care mwah)

childhood friends, a d.m. fanfic🐍// chapter 3

TW // descriptions and mentions of abuse, death, blood n gore (can get graphic so be careful), gender of reader not specified, sulphur hater community gonna go wild after this one, im inconsistent as fuck with the writing and the lore god save us, no proofreading we die like men, literally angst/trauma then fluff then i proceed to wreck incredible trauma upon desire, put your seatbelts on for the last part because oooh boy, teen desire angst mhm, desire needs therapy, me when i ignore the canon (sigma)

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A crumpled diary entry, the sides messily torn off and a lot of words aggressively scribbled over. The handwriting starts off neat and in a posh cursive, yet as the writing progresses, it turns to a manic, almost deranged shaky hand, a mix of unfinished sentences and unknown keywords, the paper wobbly and the ink blotchy due to the fact that it was sodden with the author's tears. The date is unreadable.

~

Today, it's my 17th birthday.

Today, it's also 6-years-and-something of my confinement inside the house. I stopped keeping serious track of time a while ago - I realized that thinking of it made me feel even worse than usual.

I still clearly remember the day when it all started. When i started descending into madness as all of my thoughts began to be blocked off one by one by hardcover books and the well-maintained white walls - I still harboured the fading pink scar on my palm. Yet, the worst scars were the ones on my psyche. They were like scabs - instead of forgetting what happened and letting myself heal, I did the exact opposite. I kept tearing apart the healed wound, reliving what I knew I should forget and what I can't fix. It fueled me, such bland and dull anger. I would scream, shout, dig my nails an inch deep into my skin upon the resurfacing memory, shunning my younger and my current self, while being fully aware I could never escape the situation nor now nor then. It's the worst kind of anger, the one that both riles you up and leaves your chest aching at the same time. It's not even the anger - it's the feeling of inevitable helplessness that you try so hard to hide. Beneath my thin veil of teenage angst and aggressive outbursts, I knew what i truly was. I saw the real me every night, hearing myself break down the second I locked myself in my room.

Even if he took my freedom, even if we had dinner together, even if I spent 10 hours a day studying thick textbooks that he spent thousands on, I could never see him as "dad". He never was one to begin with, so his countless attempts to make me consider him one were fruitless. I quickly forgot the burning feeling on my hand when he first hit me since he quickly resorted to physical violence as time went by. Cursed him under my breath as he passed by? You could bet his hand was tangled in my hair and my head was about to become one with the cupboard. Yelled back at him as we went for a walk together? His hand clenched my wrist with all its might and I felt like my bones could burst through my fingertips with each second he held it.

I looked out the window as I recalled. It was a sunny day, the beautiful flowers reaching over the fence from the neighbor's - their - garden. I opened the windows to soak up the sweet scent of lavender and lilac that the wind rolled over and waved around from side to side, north to south, east to west. As I savored the fresh fragrance, I caught a glimpse of my face in the surface of the glass. Two bright blue beads staring back at me and my uncombed hair framing my face. Nothing much has changed in my appearance, except my once chubby face thinning and sharpening with time and my shoulders growing wider. I was never lucky with my teeth, though - one of my canines grew over the incisors and made it look like a clumpy fang of sorts, as if I took a sucker punch to the jaw. It was a big insecurity of mine present even when I was a child and would spend hours in front of the mirror sometimes, making grimaces and running my tongue again and again over the bulging mass of teeth. I've kind of started ignoring it while growing up, but I can't say it's something I like about myself either.

After getting dressed, I headed towards my father's office. The hallway of our villa was long and quite plain for such a big, fancy house. Most gilded decorative motifs on the cupboards faded and a lot of paintings were removed, leaving behind rectangular grayish stains and nail holes. My footsteps were now muffled by the thick dark blue carpet spreading itself from the entrance to the small altar at the end of the hallway. "Altar" is how my father calls it, yet to me it was just a worn-out vanity with empty photo frames scattered on the desk, its drawers locked and the mirror dirty. I swore I saw him inspecting something in front of it, but maybe I was just imagining things.

At 11 a.m. I was already knocking at his door and inhaling the smell of printer paper, disgustingly expensive coffee and polished wood. Although the sun was shining and the window was open, he remained sat at the edge of his table, the shadows looming not over him, but with him. Knowing what follows next, I went and sat myself across the table. As I pulled my chair closer to the edge, I heard him whisper:

"No no no, come sit over here. We're going to do it a bit...differently today."

Not moving a bit, he just nodded towards a leather chair to his right. Taking my time, I scooted over to him and forced myself to look into his eyes.

"Did you eat today?"

"Not yet. I kind of slept over."

"That's no good." He stared into the textured glass of the cabinet door. As I grew up he started to get worse at talking to me. Eventually, my daily visits to his office became unavoidable small talks.

"Your exams?"

"What's with them?"

"You passed all of them?"

"Yeah."

"Wonderful to hear. Great." It was, as always, insincere. Whenever he complimented me there wasn't a change of tone or mood, he said it just as flatly as he said everything else. In fact, he kind of treated it like a chore.

"What's next?"

"Hm?"

"I mean, what's next after high school? I already passed everything in advance. Am I going to receive college education at home?"

It seems like that triggered a spark in him - he leaned forward, our faces now at equal height.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that today. I already thought about that and, well, the answer is quite clear. You'll be inheriting my business."

And that's when it hit me - at that moment, I realized that in my 17 years of age I never thought about what my father does for a living. He had a lot of fancily-dressed people over often and he was rich, so it was clear to me that his job paid well. What he worked on, I never researched. When I was younger, I used to lay down on the staircase and watch over him from behind the balusters. I saw his men bring in various oil paintings, collections of coins and stamps, marble busts of emperors and philosophpers, ceramic medallions and other artistic pieces that I thought of as simply luxurious and over-the-top decoration. What I do remember clearly, though, is that whenever the two of us would go outside together he had to run some errands in the museums or galleries. From my cut-up memory I deduced that my father was some sort of curator.

"What business? You never really... talked about your job. Besides, you're not that old! I don't understand why you would retire at fifty-something. And even with my advanced education, I don't think I have the qualifications."

"Showing you the ropes is the easiest part."

"I barely just finished high school. You really do have high expectations for me, huh?"

"Why wouldn't I? You're my son, after all. Everything is already planned out."

"But your career is already quite great. Why drop it now during the golden years?" I realized mid sentence that I was treading on scarily thin ice. One badly formed statement and my shirt collar is going to be in his hands. Sulphur had his tolerance and his boundaries, and once they were stepped over a few too many times, things could get ugly. Very, very ugly. I was no exception to this.

He clicked his tongue. "Everything has its own reason. It's not important for you to know why, and all you need to do is sit up straight and get your hands on this opportunity. You know well how many grubby little hands would fight tooth and nail just for a shabby position in my field. You should be more grateful and tone down your curiosity a bit."

"If it's not important, then I assume it's not harmful either. Is there any problem with me knowing why?"

"Stop being so nosy." He murmured.

He suddenly got up and shut the half-open window.

"Do not question my actions. I am your elder, and elders ought to be respected. Soon, you'll be sitting in my office chair, signing papers and sorting them instead of me. Phone calls and documents. It's everything you can get hang of in a minute. Now, shut your mouth and go to your room. You're free until tommorrow. 11 a.m. as usual."

I didn't go to my room. I didn't even flinch when he spit his venomous insults at me. Instead, I sat perfectly still, my eyes still locked with his.

"You sound very disturbed. What is it that is so unimportant that you don't want to tell me?"

This was the sentence that made Sulphur Mélodis snap.

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"Listen to me Desire, listen to me!" He growled as his enormous hands reached for my neck. I writhed and fought back and even bit, but as long as his hands were choking me, he had absolute control.

"Let me go, you fucking jackass!" I spat into his face, fueling his anger even more. It worked counterproductively - he pulled me closer and closer.

"Listen. I don't have much time left. It's not important. You just have to-"

"JUST TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

His voice became quieter. I could hear him breathe heavily between each word.

"It's them. They're onto me. Turned their backs on me. Backstabbed me. Once they find me, I'm dead meat."

"Who?"

"Them. The superiors. They decided I'm not good enough for them anymore. They can't benefit from me anymore. They think I'm a traitor. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad, Desire. They know where I live. Who I am. What I do. They know about you. They won't spare you if you get in their way."

"Wha... what will they do?"

"The worst thing you can imagine. Listen. I'm their primary target. As long as they get me down, they're going to be satisfied. If they break into the villa, hide somewhere. Stay quiet and once they leave, get out and lock yourself into the house. Take over my business with a nickname or something. A codename. Whatever. You have the butlers to assist you. They're already informed."

My stomach knotted. I felt sick.

"When? What? Why? I- how?"

"It could happen in a week. In a month. Eliminate me outside the house. Poison me. Stab me. Electrocute me."

He gulped, and for the first time in my life I saw something in his eyes. It wasn't guilt or sadness, it was fear. Pure, unfiltered fear seeping out of this giant of a man. If he wasn't who he was, I'd pity him.

"Listen. There is a boy. Out there. Waiting for you. He might arrive in a week or so. Take care of him. Take care of yourself. Teach him well. I trained you your entire life for this moment. You are the perfect heir. My perfect ... mirror image."

"What boy? Please! Tell me more! I need to know!" I couldn't let all the things I needed to know die with this man, the man who made my house a birdcage.

"PLEASE! Tell me about him! Tell me about my mother! Who are they?"

There were so many questions and too little time for answers. Looking at him in that pathetic, vulnerable state, I could feel sorry for that man. I really could. But such strong emotions were torn away from me with his own hands, being in the way of his idea of the "perfect heir". It was a fleeting rush of love before I looked at him again and remembered who he really was.

"Your b-"

That were his last words whispered to me, before his brains splattered across my shirt, his blood flowed down my legs, his entire weight rested upon me. His lifeless corpse, a bullet carefully aimed and shot through the window, a fatal hit to the head. I never returned back to his cabinet after that day. Locked and in eternal darkness, the body of Sulphur Mélodis rot and bled for years, the blood melting into the wooden planks and the bullet resting in his skull forever - like a pearl inside an oyster.

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The boy was staring at an invisible dot on the wall. He was thinking. He slowly bit his thumb, and then, hesitatingly, looked up at me.

"Is dad here?"

It was hard to look at him. The same silvery lock of hair, the same greyish-black eyes. He reminded me so much of him, but he was softer, still somehow radiating childhood innocence out of the features I grew to hate.

"No. Dad is gone."

He bit his thumb again. A habit since infancy, I supposed.

"And mom?"

"I... there isn't a mom. I never met my mom. She left when I was young."

"I hope she was a good mom. I had a good mom when I was at the orphanage. She used to scold me for reading books at night under faint light, though. She said it's because I was hurting my eyes and that I would go blind."

"Oh. That sounds... nice."

"Was dad good? I don't remember much about him."

I didn't want to trouble him with my own burden at such a young age, so I just waved my hand. "It's not important. He's not here with us anymore, anyway."

"What's your name? I forgot to ask you. Sorry."

"Desire. Yours?"

"Saphir. Apparently my dad gave me my name. I guess he likes giving odd names."

"...I guess."

I didn't know how to talk to him. He was well spoken, for sure, but prone to zoning out and thinking all by himself. He reminded me of myself when I was his age - it made everything hurt even more.

"What are we going to do now?"

"Well, I don't know. I can make you a room up there. I'm not that good at cooking either, but I have recipe books up there. And a butler."

"It's okay. You'll do a great job." His hand reached out for mine. I couldn't help it but feel incredible love for the little guy at that moment. Such a small gesture, but it placed him close to my heart. I've never met my half-brother before, but even with such polarizing emotions at first it felt like I knew him for a long time.

The butlers and maids greeted the two of us as we sat by the dining table. Instead of sitting on opposing sides like I did with my father, we sat right by each other.

I got reminded of them. My friend. At least used to be, for a month or so. It has been years since we met. I tried to push them out of my mind to make place for everything else that my father considered more important, but they never really left. It was an unstable relationship - to appeal to my father I villainized them, yet when it was too much to take I idealized their childish, innocent kind of love they selflessly embraced me with. And even considering the fact that they were living in the house right next to mine, I never built up the courage to knock on their door again.

"So at that orphanage... what did you exactly do?"

"Ooh. Lots of stuff. Played around, did some basic schooling. I also practiced some martial arts. A lot of it, actually."

"Ah. Interesting. I did lots of studying here when I was your age. I even did fencing."

"That's so cool! This villa house thing is huge, it looks quite pleasant."

"Cool". They flashed in front of my eyes immediately. I looked at my little brother, lost in thought and silently staring at the cook dicing the vegetables. A melty embodiment of all the good and bad people I knew, I grew to love him unconditionally and try my best to give him the childhood I lost.

~

The following paper is messier and wobblier than the other two. After inspecting it better, it becomes obvious that this one was torn away and was part of the first paper. Yet, it was crumpled in a ball and thrown in the corner of the room - just behind the writing desk. Did the author simply not like the way they wrote it, or was it too much for them to process?

~

He laid motionless in front of me. His bloodshot eyes were unfocused and his jaw was relaxed. He was all mine, and I could do whatever I wanted with him. Step on his skull again and again. Bash his head with his own cane and ruin his face with its silver tip. Slice his chest open. His organs were still in tact - I could donate them. Do a good deed.

As I headed for the cane, everything flashed right in front of me. Everything I forgot, was forgetting and will forget. What I should have and shouldn't have forgotten.

The bruised palm. The bruised knee. The bruised arm - the bruised everything.

I remembered how he found out my ankles were weak and wobbly. Whenever I did poorly during our study session he'd quickly sweep my feet with the cane and watch me helplessly fall down the flight of stairs. It brought him so much laughter that he started to do it even when I did well. When I cried and held onto his coat to get up again, he'd push me again until I got up on my own.

I remembered him holding the blade by my leg as I practiced my handwriting. The second my lettering got wobbly he'd push it into my skin, and if I cried he'd push it even deeper.

I remembered that the second my hair grew long enough, he used it to yank me towards him when I tried to run away from him. He pulled me so hard that I felt like my scalp was bleeding.

I remembered when he sliced my cheek with a razor in rage, all because I wanted to ask him a simple question. It took months for the scar to fully fade.

I remembered him grabbing a pair of scissors during one of our worst arguments, trying to snip at my skin.

I remembered him violently banging on my door for hours when I ran away from him and locked myself inside my room.

I remembered reading medicine books self initiatively because plasters weren't effective anymore.

I remembered wrapping the cuts with paper tissues and tape when I ran out of gauze.

I remembered too much.

I threw my abuser's cane at the wall, ran to my room and cried, cried like never before. Even when I made sure he wasn't breathing anymore, I couldn't muster up the courage to get into a one-sided fight against his cold, dead body. Freed from my shackles, I remained a coward.

~

#identity v #idv #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #idv fanfic #idv imagines #joseph idv #idv joseph #truth and inference #photographer idv #idv photographer #joseph identity v #identity v joseph #joseph desaulnier #idv dm #identity v photographer #desire melodis #saphir melodis

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Hii i know im late but either kuron allura or lance for the ask game thingy you rbed like two days ago?

(i know i always pick these three but idk i just rlly like hearing your thoughts on them<3)

Yay!! I am so sorry this is late. Also heads up this gets long and really salty-

Kuron-

favorite thing about them- He's trying so much! He is not great at it and he was very much Doomed since the beginning and he lost every agency he never had to begin but my god he was Trying! He did not know he was a clone but he felt he that he isnt him and Haggar was still scouting in his head but he was still trying until he couldnt, my god i love him!!

least favorite thing about them- Other than the fact he fucking died??? Kuron babygirl please dont go behind your teams back and dont yell at people, i know you are Going Through It™ but still

favorite line- "Like i am not like myself" HAHAHAHA HAHA FUCKING KILL ME!!! orz

brOTP- Lance and Kuron relationship that lives in my head and has a special place in my heart, also Veronica and Kuron because i am too deep in That au i will make it a thing if only just for that au

OTP- Do i have to answer this one? I guess Kur.ance if you twist my arm but to be honest i still prefer it as platonic or qpr. I am not much of a shipper and he has aroace swag to me. Oh, also Kuron/getting to live as his own person aka the best ship ever

nOTP- I guess Kuron/Keith and Kuron/Lotor? Mostly because my rather uhhh negative opinions on Keith and utter disappointment with Lotor's character and annoyance with both of their stans

random headcanon- i have already talked about him being fan of reading but did you know he also writes sometimes? It is not *great* and almost all of them are wips because he is never sure how to end a story but he is trying

unpopular opinion- if i see one more "Kuron the evil mean clone" i will scream.

Other than- ok. You know how much i love him right? He is one of my favourites and i like him more than Shiro, you know that right? I need you to know and remember that when i say the next part.

Entire clone arc was just not needed. Like you could have had the same effect with Shiro being mind controlled and i personally feel it would have been better. Clone arc just overcomplicated an already messy plot, added even more elements and questions that went absolutely nowhere, left behind a shit load of plot holes, became the final nail in the coffin of Shiro having any possible arc or development, and added a new sympathetic character just to kill him off as a plot device.

And the entire "You are my brother Shiro, i love you" who is it for? Literally who is it for? It would have been much more heart wrenching if it was mind controlled Shiro but we clearly established that is not him. That guy is not Shiro, and Keith as i recall had like 3 on screen conversations with him, 2 of them being strained and then Keith just fucks off with the Blades for most of 3 seasons. It is not for Kuron cause narrative is insistent that he is ~evil~ tool and later on they use his body to get Shiro back. So like, who is it for? Other than to show how sad and angsty and great and amazing writers pet Keith is of course but that is the whole goddamn show.

Like i love him and he did not deserve any of That and i am going to keep making up aus where he lives but the entire pointlessness of clone arc angers me so much

song i associate with them- Being a basic bitch here but Control by Halsey

favorite picture of them-

honestly every scene with him having long hair is just>>>

Allura-

favorite thing about them- Allura is just so genuinely kind, like she goes from one traumatic event after another and loses everything she had and she is rightfully angry and hurt and upset but she still remains kind and does everything so that others dont have to go through what she did and so she sacrifices what little she still had

least favorite thing about them- why is she fucking dead 🥺🥺? Girl wake up, also as much as i love her i am not forgiving her for entire using-Kuron's-body-to-bring-Shiro-back.

favorite line- "So how would you rate your bloodlust level from 1-5?" Let her be silly please!!!!

BrOTP- Allura and Shiro!! Also Allura and Hunk!!! And a number of interactions between Allura and Lance post s3 too!!

OTP- Free my girl hasnt she suffered enough?? (I do have soft spot for early season sha.llura moments and many allurnce moments)

nOTP- i guess l0tura and k@llura? For similar reasons as above

random headcanon- pre-Altea's destruction Allura was the most daredevil person ever. You could dare her to eat a ghost pepper and she'll do it just to prove she can

unpopular opinion- No longer saying 'the situation is much more nuanced' and 'she was traumatized, it is understandable' about the galra reverse racism bs and instead going she was 100% in the right actually. If this fandom can forgive Lotor for getting thousands of alteans murdered and straight up lying to the woman he says he loves about her own people and forgive Keith for abandoning his teammates and almost getting them all killed by claiming they were sad and traumatized than they can also forgive a black coded genocide survivor not liking a race that has been colonizing and murdering the entire universe for 10000 years including her own people

song i associate with them- Queen of Nothing by Crane Wives

favorite picture of them-

Look at her smile

Lance-

favorite thing about them- my boy?? My most favourite boy??? Literally everything?? Ok but seriously i have talked about this before but he is complex to me, i love there is so much duality in him he is someone who is kind would die for a person he met like 2 days ago and did not get along but also is just an absolute obnoxious cunt. He is an emotionally mature guy who understands his own feelings but also is just sooo douchey class clown. He wants to be a cool talented hero, he has the capacity to be that but he wants to be seen as one and in his attempts he ends up screwing himself over and comes out looking as anything but that<33!! And he is loyal and goofy and lovable i love him

least favorite thing about them- i would not have liked this fucker if i met irl specifically s1-s2 him at all. Also the fact they did not even give him an arc like why would you do this to him. Also his fanbase, i cant tolerate 70% of his fanbase and the fact that i still love him is a testimony of my love for him itself given i have hated characters and left fandoms for far less

favorite line- "You ever notice how far the planets are from each other, Coran?" Why did they have the goofball say shit like this if he was meant to be just a goofball

brOTP- Everyone <3, he deserves more friends but mostly Hunk, Kuron, and Allura

OTP- i like most Lance ships actually, though there is a specific han.ce au i have in my head that i adore

nOTP- *sighs* kl4nce. It's just sooo Everywhere, i go to Lance's tag and it is all this ship, nearly every s8 fix-it thinkpiece i have seen moans about how Lance was reduced to Allura's bf only to reduce him to Keith's bf and all of them yell about how the only problem with vld was that kl didnt become canon as if all the racism in the show doesnt even matter, and i am so goddamn tired of this like i cant even joke about Lance having terrible taste in men witjout someone bringing Keith up, and i dont hate the ship (and sometimes i even enjoy it) but i am done with this

Random headcanon- he can play violin pretty well! But he also hates playing violin

unpopular opinion- this is coming from someone who only likes and cares about Lance ships but i think he shouldnt have had a romance arc with anyone. I have said this before but he is so obsessed with keeping facades and the romance loverboy is one of those facades. At most he should have had like last one out of beach city episode from steven universe, where he gets a partner by just being himself instead of the flirty loverboy persona

song i associate with them- Top of the world by Greek fire

favorite picture of them-

He looks great when he is on the verge of death

#empty answers #Using leet speak because i dont want this to go in tags- #Understand that my dislike towards L0tor and K3ith do not come from their flaws #But how the show and the fandom handled said flaws #Hoo boy this got long #So sorry this is late #Thanks for asking

[hirik0]

You always meet twice part 7

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

Ghost/Soap

Implied tame NSFW

It's been 3 days since Soaps texted and Ghost did everything he could think of to stop thinking about it. He failed miserably no book was intressting enough, no TV show or movie could shut is brain off. The only time he had a little peace of mind was when he worked out. But he can't do that 24/7. He desperately tryed to work through his feelings. Nothing helped so now he sits in Margaret's livingroom Angel on his lap. The black cat jumped on there the second he sat down and haven't moved since. "So Sam what's going on in your head?", Margaret ask having some special Grandma sence that hes in trouble. "I meet someone at work and I can't get them out of my head", Ghost spills his guts out, what's a 75 old lady doing with his relationship problems besides telling them other old people at her bingo and bridge evening. " Oh what's their name?", Margaret ask exited for him. "Johnny. His name is Johnny", Ghost answers after looking at his tea for a few minutes. "What is he like?", Margaret asked with a soft smile on her face. "He's charming, chatty, always a smile on his face, liked by everyone, smart, laughts at my shitty jokes", Ghost recalls the things he remembered at the top of his head. Margaret smiles pleased at him, oh her boy is in love. Ghost became her inofficial grandchild the moment she saw his sad eyes, 3 years ago. "But you both travel a lot for work", Margaret concludes the problem, she's is keeping her mind sharp with cross word puzzels and watching old crime shows. "Yes, its also against company rules", Ghost explains the problem he is in. "People fuck their coworkers all the time", Margaret sighs making Ghost chocke on his tea, caught totally of guard. "Oh please Sam, I had sex with a lot of the doctors and other nurses when I was younger, we wanted to fuck after world war 2. And you know work hours are so long today, where else are you suposed to find someone for a little bit of fun? My youngest granddaughter works nearly 50 hours a week, she has no time to go out", Margaret overshares with him. Ghost just nods along this is way to much information from the old lady. "So go get your man, have some fun", Margaret trys to encourage him. Fuck he liked the way your man sounds. "I.. he rembers me a lot of my friend that died", Ghost sighs looking in his tea cup, referring to Tommy. "Sam, you're always the biggest obstacle in your own live. Let the dead rest, enjoy the living people around you", Margaret shares some of his old lady wisdom with him. "I will try", Ghost says unsure if he really will try. "Thats all I ask for", Margaret approve of his answers pushing the box with biscuits towards Ghost.

Ghost is starting at his phone trying to think about something to text to Soap. Margaret really did but some ideas in his head. But if he can't stay proffesional in the field its dangerous to pursue Soap, for the both of them. He puts the phone down not having written anything. He can check up on the rest of the 141 in the morning. Because Soap don't get special treatment anymore. Chicago was a one time think. He lays down on the couch trying to pay attention to the TV, but he's still thinking about Soap and Tommy. Oh fuck he still has to tell Soap about Tommy. That's a problem to solve for future Ghost.

>> You didn't blow up the base by now right?<<

He finally text to Soap, knowing the other will not answer for a few hours. He then like he learned from the various self-help books he read, after the disaster his attempt at therapy was, makes a pro and con list of the consequences of well fucking Soap ones he guess. Margaret says he should have some fun and date Johnny. Should he even fuck Tommys only good friend? Like what can Tommy even do about it he's dead. Is this wired? To date the friend of your sibling after not seeing each other for years? Well he did he even really know Soap back then, right? Are these strange things to googel, but he cant be the only person in this situation, right? He puts the aspect of it being forbidden by his work on the con site. What if the sex is bad? What if it's to good? He trys to push down all the thoughts that are popping up. He takes a dead breath and is now asking himself if it even maters how the sex will be if its only a onetime think, maybe he still needs to put anything on the pro site. He thinks about it and in the end desites he has time to fill the list before he returns and not to rush anything. With having this sort of battle plan Ghost feels himself finally relax. He picks up one of the books he tryed and failed to read and gets totally absorbed by it.

Hours later Ghost gets ripped out of the book by his phone.

>> You think Price wouldn't have ordered you back if I blow up the base? 🙄🙄<<

Soap texts back.

>> Price could be unconscious, for all I know <<

>> someone would have told you to punish me, if I did blow up part of the base. 🙄 Hows leave?<<

Ghost trys not to read to much in to the punish, Soap don't mean it in a sexual way.

>> Silent <<

>> 🤨 What's that supose to mean LT? <<

>> No busy base sounds and shit <<

>> ah, well I'm going out if Gaz to night LT, text you soon.<<

With that Ghost is putting his phone back down.

Soap is drunk, not only drunk but so drunk he will likely do something really dumb the moment he is alone. He should stay with Gaz, they can share a bed, no big deal, but Price makes sure both Sergeants end up in their own room, alone. The last functional brain cell is screaming at him to go to bed, but the drunk braincells tell him to text Ghost. Just letting him know he had fun with Gaz, harmless. Nothing can go wrong.

When Ghost wakes up he has a bunch of messages from Soap on his phone. 20 messages from Soap and Ghost has the feeling he should ignore them, just swipe the notification away, waiting for a 'sorry for drunk texting you' message to apear and forget the whole thing. Well, Soap just send him some drunk gibberish, they can both laugh about when he's back at base.

>> Had a blast with Gaz <<

>> Price had to bring us back to base <<

>> Would have been better with you there 🥺<<

>> Miss you <<

>> it's unfair that you are still so hot <<

>> You where already studiptly hot when I was 17 <<

Ghost knows he should not look at the rest of the messages. This was clearly not just drunk gibberish. He should close the chat, he should never read this.

>> if you where here, I would have sucked your dick instead of getting this drunk <<

>> so it's your fault that I have a hungover when waking up<<

>> hope you think about something to apologise for that <<

>> is your dick big?<<

Oh shit, no, fuck, put the phone away is Ghost brain screaming. But he can't he needs to read very singel one and then he needs a another tea time with Margaret to work trough his this mess.

>> want to ride your dick so bad<<

>> best ass you will ever stick your dick in<<

>> 🥵 <<

>> voice message <<

Ghost does not klick on the voice message, he will never unhear what ever Soap thought he needs to send via audio.

>> I'm so hard for you<<

>> wish you would wank me off right now<<

>> voice message <<

>> if you send me a dick pic in the morning I send you something back <<

>> 🍆💦 🥵<<

>> voice message <<

Ghost drops his phone on the bed, his morning wood, being very intresteted in Soaps text. Apparently Soap is a horny drunk, right Soap is just drunk and horny. No need to get to worked up about, Ghost trys to tell himself so he dont panics. Soap is intresteted in him, in a sexual way. He needs to put a stop to this. This can't happen again, he needs to tell Soap to keep it professional. He picks up his phone again, his hands are shaking. He accidentally plays the last voice message.

"Fuck, Simon. I wish I was covered in your cum instead of my own."

Ghost brain blue screens. The way how Soap is moaning his name, how fucked out and drunk Soap sounds, the dirty confession that Soap yerked of thinking about Ghost. Ghost thinks he was never in his life this hard. This is a problem, a big problem, he can't tell Price about this. Its already bad enough he knows about this text, but Price will send Soap away, this can't happen, not with Ghost knowing how Soap sounds in bed. Johnny made his next move, after Chicago something that should never happen in the first place. And he set Ghost check mate, freeing a hungry beast, that's only goal is to taste Soap till nothing is left.

When Soap wakes up he just want to die. He sent 20 very embarrassing messages to Ghost. And worst Ghost saw them, ge can inly hope the other didn't listen to the voice messages. He looks through his gallery seeing the selfie he 'promised' to send Ghost for a dick pic. Oh god, what did drunk Soap thought to make such a selfie. Who did he even wrote 'property of Ghost' on his ass? Drunk Soap has some concerning skills. Ghost will kill him when he's back from leave. He deletes the picture and well he has to ask Price to assign him to a new unit. This is so embarrassing, god he cant even tell anyone the reason he left the 141. I drunk sexed the Ghost and survived, everyone would want to see prove of this. He can't, he just have to hope Ghost kills him quickly on the next mission. The worst is he really wants this dick pic.

>> I'm so sorry LT, I fucked up. I understand if you kill me for this<<

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #call of duty modern warfare ii #johnny soap mactavish

[livingincolorsagain]

hello dear! so for the asks game:

1. My favorite fic of yours: favorite choices and rough surfaces

2. My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours: a close call but chapter 4 of careless whisper has my heart

3. The best character you've written for: sam and bucky I'm not choosing. you write them both perfectly

4. The best ship you've written for: sambucky duh

5. A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to: none obviously. (can you say the same, a? can you?)

6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics: TOO MUCH. bucky's monolgue from ch4, they chase the sun like i chase you sunshine, it was dangerous, they both have their scars, sam stopped caring about those a long time ago. how do you think i notice all those little recurring details

7. What made me the most emotional after reading: I don't recall exactly the chapter but you should. it's the careless whisper chapter thay physically pained me I couldn't reread it again immediately. also ch4 again and deadly kiss. you make me cry a lot a

8. What I like the most about your writing: man i fucking love it all. your attention to details, your descriptions, your poetic lines. your deep understanding of the characters, how you say soo much with one simple line. how you set the scene wonderfully, foreshadowings and callback. i love everything

9. A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting: obviously careless whisper

10. A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them: sarahrhoedy. i never even considered the possibility but now they consumed me

11. Something I wish/hope you write: god I hope you don't take this as pressure but it's gotta be the soulmates au

12. A fic of yours that i've re-read: so many deadly kiss, i replay every embrace, I'm blanking but you know the ones. i think i reread most of them anyway

13. If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else: to anyone who'd listen. uhh i think i did before yes

14. A fic I didn't expect to like so much: favorite choices obviously. and you know why! but dammit that fic is a masterpiece and i adore it so much. made me tear up

15. Aquestion I have about one of your fics: hmmm I always ask the questions as soon as i think of them. let's seeee. do you think you'll make a playlist for careless whisper and share it with us? both songs you used as titles and ones that remind you of it.

okay that's it now if there are typos ignore them im sleepy. byeee <3

hey! hello! omg! I can’t believe you answered all of them omg 😭

not even gonna tag the fics because that’s basically all of them, so instead gonna tag my ao3.

from this list

I don’t even know what to say, I just keep rereading every answer and beaming. Gonna try to say something anyway tho!

2. Chapter 4 of careless whisper also has my heart. The confrontation scene between Sam and Bucky especially is very important. Also I was really happy with the song choice and how it’s echoed throughout the chapter. (I go back and forth between how I feel about my writing in the chapter, but it’s always special to me and ultimately I’m happy with it)

5. No you can’t say that! Have you read my ronarry stuff? No, you didn’t. (Okay and neither can I, but not the point)

6. gonna cry actually. brb

7. That would be chapter 5! I very vividly remember you reading it for the first time and our very emotional conversation afterwards. (Sorry for making you cry a lot)

8. (another crying break) omg you have no idea how much this means to me. thank you so much baby <333

10. sarahrhodey for the win!

11. one day. i promise. it deserves to see the light of day

14. it’s still absolutely crazy to me how much you like that fic. i didn’t even think you’d read it and you not only read, it’s one of your favourites now. man

15. I think I might, yes. Maybe towards the end.

#ask game #saryasy #hi sary i love you