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rainylana · 1 year

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“Yeah.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: eddie calls reader a b*tch

warnings: language, angst, tears.

a/n: i know these past fics have been short, i’m sorry, but i’m still trying my hand at getting back into this! they’ll get longer, i promise! feedback is appreciate!! :)

Eddie was not in a good mood. You knew this the moment you saw him through the window of his van when he came to pick you up for school. He ranted all morning about how he needed money for new tires, money he didn’t have. Work was cutting him hours and he couldn’t afford it. He was tired of not having money, tired of not getting what he wanted. He was having a damn bad day.

And of course, you listened graciously, but after four hours of watching him sulk in class and be a dick to his friends, it was starting to take it’s toll. He was pouting and you understood why. He came from a poor family and he wouldn’t let you help out financially in anyway whatsoever, no matter how hard you begged. You didn’t want to seem rude and make his bad day seem unappreciated or invalid, but he was treating his friends, and you, poorly to a degree. Not so much you.

Lunch was almost unbearable. Everyone walked on eggshells. Eddie was one of the most dramatic people on the face of the earth and everyone had to suffer for it. Hours past and he’d taken you home from school. Your plan was to go over to his house for a movie night, hoping that a few hours apart would help him settle down and cool off. It done no good. He was absolutely enraged when you got there. The hood of his van was up, smoke flying overhead and his dark curls pulled up away from his face. You didn’t even really know what was wrong with it. It didn’t make sense when he told you. Cars were his detail.

Dinner was no change. You sat and listened to him complain about how none of the guy’s were apparently taking the new campaign seriously. He had a hole in his last pair of good jeans. You felt guilty being annoyed by this, but he hadn’t once asked you how your day was or even kissed you! You were going to loose your mind. Without thinking, you snapped.

“Oh, my god!” You wailed, throwing your silverware down. “Jesus, christ, Eddie, take a breath!”

His eyes were round and wide. “Pardon me?”

You took a breath yourself, forcing yourself to not snap and say something you’d regret. You placed your elbows on the table and rubbed your face. “Baby, I’m sorry you’re having such a bad day, but holy shit you’ve not stopped talking for one second!” You really did have a pounding headache. “You’ve been talking about money all day! Can’t we just have a change of topic, please.”

He looked taken back. Shocked. “Oh, I see. It’s all gotta be bout you, right? Fucking forgive me for having a bad day!” He threw down his fist, clinking the dinnerware together.

“That’s not what I’m saying, Eddie.” You sighed tiredly. “I’m saying that you’ve not acknowledged me at all today. You’ve not kissed me or asked how my day was. I’m sorry you’re stressed out about money, but you’ve been taking it out one everyone, Eddie. You need to calm down.”

His eyes narrowed into slits. “Calm down? Well, last time I checked you were living in a grand castle on daddy’s money, right? You have no idea the kind of shit Wayne and I have to got through to make ends meet, y/n.” He stood abruptly and yanked open the fridge for a beer.

“Hey,” You raised your voice. “I’m not trying to belittle you, Eddie. All I’m saying is that you don’t need to take your frustration out on everyone, out on me. I’m sorry I snapped at you, okay-”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” He took a long swig after he threw the tab in the sink. “You’re my girlfriend! You’re supposed to be supportive and shit. Only thing you’re being is a bitch.” He sneered like a snake, pointing at you like you were his worst enemy.

Your face dropped at the curse, and as stupid as it felt, your heart sank. Eddie had never said anything like that to you before. Your face burned red and the room got eerily quiet. You felt your eyes immediately blur with tears of embarrassment and humiliation. You had tried to help him, offer solutions. You tried to lend a hand, offer him money and look for jobs in the newspaper at lunch. He acknowledged none of this.

You bit your lip to keep from crying, a lump building in your throat that made you feel sick. You had your head turned to the wall so he wouldn’t see you, but you couldn’t keep it in. You let out a quiet sob, tears falling down your face as you looked down. Your face was red hot, and you brought up your hand to your chest. “I’m sorry, Eddie,” You cried. “I’ve been t-trying to help, I-” Your voice broke and you couldn’t speak as tears escaped, your face twisting into tears. You sat there and cried for a few minutes before you felt the seat dip next to you.

“Hey,” His voice cooed softly, turning your shoulder to pull you toward him. You allowed him to, and you looked eyes briefly before climbing into his lap, wrapping your legs around his torso, your feet dangling off the bench. Your arms were tight around his neck, your face buried in his shirt where you sniffled. He smelled of cologne and dirt.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, voice low and sad. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He rubbed your back up and down, kissing the side of your head when you let out a whimper.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day.” You said tearfully, holding him like a teddy bear. “I wish you didn’t have to worry about money.”

You felt him sigh heavily. “It’s okay. I got the most important thing in the world right here with me.” He pulled you away so he could look up at you. His eyes were brown and full, his lips pulled into a frown at your tear stricken face. He took his thumbs and wiped them. “I’m sorry I called you that. You know I didn’t mean it, right? You know I didn’t.”

You nodded slowly, wiping your nose with your hand. “Yeah.” You creaked.

He tapped your chin. “Yeah.” Then your nose and to wipe away another tear. He leaned up to plant a tiny kiss on your lips, then one on the corner of your mouth. You leaned down to kiss back, deepening it with your tongue and a hand locking in his curls. Your noses pressed together like puzzle pieces. Perfectly fit.

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hwajin · 1 year

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#! — ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴜɴᴛᴏʟᴅ | hhj

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut, angst

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: fem!reader x hyunjin

ᴡᴄ: 1.8k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs/ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: oral sex (fem receiving), unresolved/ unspoken feelings, hyunjins a simp 🤭 had this idea before love untold was released and it turned to be a whole different vibe but hope you enjoy <33

"I gotta go..."

Your words were muffled, spoken lazily against Hyunjin's lips, against lips that never seemed to ease, that never seemed to get enough of you, your taste.

"Mhh..., stay a bit."

Hyunjin broke the kiss only to whisper an answer, and his tongue interlaced with yours right after, for the nth time this night. You'd expected him to say that - he always tried to procrastinate the moment of seperation. Never seemed to want you out of his bed.

It weren't just his lips that were restless. His hands roamed your body beneath the duvets, reminding you in more than one way that he wanted you to be with him, that he needed you beside him, that he yet didn't get enough of you around him. With Hyunjin; you weren't sure if it was simply pleasure that he was seeking. With Hyunjin; it always felt more than it should feel, but maybe that was his persona. Always affectionate and his heart on his sleeve. Or maybe there was more to his seemingly fragile heart, more that he hid off before you.

"I can't... this isnt what we agreed on."

You'd lie saying you didn't enjoy it. Lie if you said you were desperate to get up and go home, lie if you said that his soft spoken words, only whispered in the dim of the room, that his hands longing for your body left you cold. But it wasn't, in fact, what you had agreed on. And if you stayed any longer, another hour or two, your feelings would cause damage you feared to be irreversible.

"Hmm... what have we agreed on, baby?"

That word - baby, so simple, yet a nickname - was one of the things you had agreed on not to do. And you knew that he knew. It was the rule all pairs made when a friendship developed into one of physical nature. To say that forbidding feelings was easy though, it'd be a lie. Because somehow the lingering touches Hyunjin left on your skin, the ones that burned like fire whenever you stepped out of his place and into the cold were hard to ignore, and the remaining smell you left in his sheets a reminder of what could be, and what currently is. Because somehow you wanted to please not only your body but your mind, everyone did. And somehow Hyunjin seemed like the perfect choice, though he was the only one your heart was supposed to be immune against.

"I need to remind you? What we agreed on?"

You didn't. He didn't need reminding, yet he'd ask you to nevertheless, because somehow you knew that his heart, supposed to be immune against you, wasn't either after all. Always teased for more. Always crossed another boundary the two of you had set. As friends that fucked, not as a pair that loved.

"Mhmm... remind me."

His voice was dark, soft, sending a shiver right up the bones of your spine. He was intoxicating, the way his body felt close to yours, how your limbs were entangled in a way it was too much already, if you were tedious. You've crossed every boundaries at this point, breaking your own rules. Rules to protect your hearts, rules that took a toll on them eventually. And Hyunjin started kissing down your body, changed his position to hover over you, movement but he did it so swiftly that you almost missed the moment he was atop you. Face in your neck. Hands on your hips. Breath against your skin, hot, urging for more.

"We said we won't be doing couple stuff... remember?"

He did remember, you knew, very well so. You also knew well that none of you really cared much anymore, not for the rule, nor for breaking it. Yet none of you wanted to admit. Was brave enough to, so you continued walking in the dark, continued questioning if it was ever okay to want more. To have Hyunjin fully. His lips further down your throat, grazing the thin layer of skin. Feeling your pulse for a moment, smirking at the speed of it. Hands on yoru thighs now, not missing a chance to linger.

"You staying the night isn't couple stuff.", a short break, as if he's collecting his words, "We'd be having sex. That's very friends with benefits to me."

He said the title with disgust, almost, as though forgetting he was the one who came up with the idea. Arguing it was a good one. Arguing it would give the both of you what you wanted, needed. Maybe it had started back then. Maybe all rules of the world would have been futile from that very moment, because Hyunjin had known he had broken them all already, when he had spoken out the words. Because maybe his heart had been set on you long before, and maybe yours was bound to him as well. Without your knowing, in full secret. Yet bound.

Hyunjin's lips never ceased to leave your skin. Only parting to speak, and even then his breath felt hot on you, marked you in places only he got to see, he got to touch, kiss, bite down on. His teeth grazed into the plush of your breasts, shortly, quickly, as though only dipping his toes into the whole of you - despite having had you fully not hours ago. You sucked in your breath, the wet of his mouth when he bit left over a patch of cold on your burning skin. He eyed your moves through the black of his lashes, yet your lids were closed. You'd fall too deep if you locked gazes with him, you were sure of it. Because his eyes had a depth you couldn't possibly comprehend, couldn't understand. And it was too easy to get lost within it.

You couldn't audibly object his words - having sex, being called over only for sex, even if it lasted a whole night - it wasn't all too intimate, could easily be defined as two people seeking for pleasure only. If it wasn't Hyunjin, though, and if it wasn't you in his bed. Because in his moves, as he made his way further down your body, as he kept kissing the softness of your flesh - there was an intimacy too forbidden for the label you had put onto yourselves. There was no way denying it, and yet neither of you spoke it out aloud.

Instead you gasped, for air or for composure, you weren't all too sure. The reason didn't quite matter though, after all; not when Hyunjin's teeth grazed the sensitive of your skin, while his breath ignited a fire wherever it fanned your body, when his tongue dragged wetness across the naked of your lower tummy, until he teasingly kissed over the heat of your cunt. Gave kitten licks to your clit, not for your pleasure, but for his. Not to get you there, but to taste you on his tongue. Because Hyunjin thought it couldn't possibly get better than this; snugged in between your thighs, mouth full of you. It was addicting, made him want you in his bed for an eternity. And maybe it was more than sheer pleasure.

His tongue laid flat atop your slit, thick muscle lapping up your wetness, the sweet of your arousal. Humming against you as he did, sending delicious waves up the bones of your spine. You felt him all over you, yet it could never be enough, you thought. Your head was spinning at that point. Not forming coherent thoughts, only focus on the way Hyunjin's tongue made you feel - good wasn't a big enough word for it. Harsher growing licks and your knuckles drew white from the intensity of grabbing the sheets beneath you, and a pool of sweet anticipation flooded your guts - you were so close it hurt, and easing of the pain would be possible only by shoving Hyunjin's face further, deeper into your pussy. So your fingers found the softness of his locks, the mess of his strands that he hadn't tamed since morning and you pulled, arching your back simultaneously; anything to have him nearer.

The man's reaction was nothing if not primal; a groan past his throat, a rut of his hips against the mattress that never would ease him off - not the way you could, anyways -, a caging arm around your thigh, if holding you down or for his own stability, it was unsure. His tongue ever moving, up and down, side to side; anything to get you nearer.

The slick on Hyunjin's skin was uncomfortable, the residue of precum dampening the long dirty sheets beneath him. It was nasty, filthy. You had spent hours upon hours in his room, his bed, without leaving it; the substances that soaked into the material were unholy, as was the smell that was a stark reminder of the things you've been doing since you first waddled past the door. But Hyunjin was obsessed with it, loved it every bit. Loved having you like this, loved you had him like this, that you were reluctant to leave after all. Loved how your legs as though contracted in waves of elictricity, shuddered with every other lick Hyunjin gave to your slit, your clit, with every messy kiss he planted on the plush of your thighs. Until your back threw back on the cushion, and his bruised lips were covered in creamy slick that dribbled down his chin; not that it bothered him, he kept going, cleaned you up with what he had, lapped up your orgasm as much as he could. You were shaking still, squirming in his hold, broken moans a sign of how he made you feel - it was always more than just an ego boost, to know he got you to a state of mindlessness.

And the urge to kiss you was unbearable, to merge mouths and make you taste yourself on his tongue; but he didn't, for it would make him lose. Control and composure, any bit of self respect he had left, when the matter was you. So he brought the back of his hands up his lips, wiped once to get your taste off him. And he laid beside your spent figure, chest heaving up and down, eyes closed. And the only thing Hyunjin could do was hope. That you'd change your mind and stay, for hours more, til the sun rose up. That you'd change your mind altogether, when it came to him; so days like this wouldn't feel lonely at heart, so nights where you did end up leaving wouldn't come with a fear to never have you again, not in intimacy. That nights where you did stay wouldn't be ripe with regret, that eventually, there wouldn't be any boundaries the pair of you could break.

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emjayewrites · 2 months

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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton Fanfic)(4/?)

SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?

INSPO: this post

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)

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CHAPTER 4: Summer Break '23

The summer break had finally arrived, and Lewis couldn't contain his excitement. After a grueling first half of the season, he was ready for some time off to relax and recharge. Plans for two trips were set: one with his best mates Miles, Andrew, Louis, and Jas as well as Rorie and some of her girlfriends for a one-week cruise around Turkey, and another with his family to Colorado for relaxation and bonding time.

He missed hanging out with his boys, but he also missed his wife. Lewis wanted her to be with him in Belgium when he finished the first half of the season, but she had an interview with Bustle to prepare for, not to mention check in with Lyric and make sure everything was running smoothly at home. He was immensely proud of her for all of the opportunities that came her way, and he was certain that there was so much in store for her.

This break from racing was much needed for him, especially since his team's performance thus far had been subpar. They were struggling to keep up with their main competitor, Red Bull, and it was taking a toll on him mentally. He thought he had left all his emotions behind on the track, but they followed him even as he escaped to the Kusadasi port with his wife as they waited for their friends to arrive.

"Is everything alright?" Rorie asked, noticing the worried expression on her husband's face.

"I just can't stop thinking about the races and how we're not performing as well as we should," Lewis replied.

Rorie placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "You're still an amazing driver, Lewis. Don't let this get to you."

"I know, but I hate losing," Lewis sighed. "I want to win another championship for my team."

"Well, that's something we can work on when we get back," Rorie said with a smile. "But for now, let's enjoy our break and each other's company."

“You’re right.” Lewis nodded and leaned in for a kiss from his supportive wife. She always knew how to comfort him and put things into perspective.

“I’m always right,” giggled Rorie as he placed tender kisses along her jawline. He grumbled an indecipherable reply and the deep timbre sent shivers down her spine.

"Rorie!!" The sound of Kiara's high-pitched made Lewis groan and facepalm.

"You invited her, really baby?" he asked, irritated, as he moved away from his wife’s embrace.

"Of course I did," Rorie replied with a scoff. "KiKi is fun, and I think she has a little crush on Miles."

Lewis's eyes widened as he realized Rorie's intentions. "Please don't tell me you're trying to set them up."

"And if I am?" Rorie raised an eyebrow before striding off to greet her friend.

"Girl!" KiKi smiled widely as she took in the luxurious multi-level yacht that they were on. "I know your man got money, but this is wild! Thank you for inviting me; I bought Casamigos!"

"Yes!" cheered Rorie as she gave KiKi another hug. "I can always count on you to get the party started."

A small smirk appeared on Lewis' face. Despite her annoying demeanor, he had to give it to KiKi for bringing the fun. Whenever Rorie drank Casamigos, she turned into a bona fide freak in bed - something he definitely looked forward to.

Maybe inviting KiKi might not be bad after all, he thought. If he could get even two minutes of “special time” with Rorie, that would certain make him feel a whole lot better.

"Hey, Lew!" she spoke to him and he replied with a friendly wave. "You spent a lot of money on this yacht, my friend. I can already tell that this is going to be a trip of a lifetime."

Lewis chuckled at KiKi's comment, knowing that she was right. He had spared no expense in renting out this impressive yacht for their vacation. It was the least he could do for his closest friends and wife, who had been by his side through all of his races and training sessions.

"Something like that. How was your flight?" Lewis asked, trying to make conversation with KiKi as they waited for the rest of their friends to arrive.

"It was good," KiKi replied with a smile. "I ended up watching movies the whole time. Where's Miles fine ass at?"

Lewis rolled his eyes at KiKi's flirtatious comment. "He'll be here soon."

"I'll be surprised if you don't have him wrapped around your finger by the end of the night," Rorie teased.

KiKi rolled her eyes playfully. "Please, I already have him wrapped around my finger."

Just then, Miles, Louis, Andrew, and Jas arrived and joined them on the yacht. Miles hugged Rorie and Lewis before greeting KiKi with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey gorgeous," he said with a charming smile. "Long time no see."

"Hey yourself, handsome," KiKi replied, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.

The rest of Rorie's friends arrived on the yacht - Tia, Ayesha, and Britt. They were all excited to see each other and catch up. Tia and Ayesha were Rorie's closest friends from college and Britt was her childhood best friend.

As they settled into the yacht, Lewis went to check on the captain and make sure everything was in order. Meanwhile, Rorie and her friends grabbed some shots from the bar and headed to the deck.

"Can you believe it's been eight years since we graduated?" Tia exclaimed, raising her glass. "Cheers to us still being friends!"

They all clinked glasses and downed the shots.

"I can't believe we're all here together," Ayesha said with a smile. "It's like old times."

Everyone nodded in agreement, reminiscing about their college days and how much they had grown since then. Tia and Ayesha were both successful lawyers now, while Britt had pursued her love for photography and found success as a freelance photographer. KiKi had established a catering business in New York.

"Yeah, except now we're all successful women with our own careers," Britt added. "Rorie especially - Mrs. Hamilton and budding socialite."

Rorie laughed at Britt's words, feeling grateful for all the blessings in her life. She never imagined she'd end up marrying a world-renowned race car driver, but here she was, living her dream.

"Speaking of which," Rorie said, eyeing KiKi slyly. "What about you, KiKi? When are you going to settle down?"

KiKi rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink. "I'm living my best life as a single woman," she replied with a smirk.

"She's too busy chasing after every hot guy she sees," Miles chimed in, earning a playful slap from KiKi.

"Funny coming from the one who slid into my DMs less than a day ago," KiKi retorted, causing everyone to fall silent with their jaws hanging open in surprise.

Lewis muttered under his breath, "Wow," and shot a telling look towards his best friend.

The group burst into laughter at Miles's expense and he playfully pretended to be offended.

"Hey, I have a reputation to uphold," he joked. "But in all seriousness, KiKi is a catch. Any guy would be lucky to have her."

KiKi grinned, knowing that Miles was just trying to make up for his slip-up. She didn't want to waste any more time talking about relationships when they were supposed to be having fun and letting loose on the yacht.

"Enough about me," she said, grabbing another bottle of Casamigos from the bar. "Let's focus on having a good time!"

Everyone eventually settled in, deciding to change into their swimwear and take a dip in the crystal clear waters surrounding the yacht. They all jumped off the deck and into the refreshing sea, laughing and splashing each other. The yacht sailed further into the Aegean, the warm sun and gentle breeze making for a perfect day out on the water. The group relaxed on the deck, enjoying drinks and snacks while taking in the beautiful views around them.

Meanwhile, Britt was busy capturing all the beautiful moments with her camera. She wandered around the yacht, snapping photos of everyone enjoying themselves. Lewis noticed her from where he sat with Rorie.

"Britt's really talented," he commented.

"Yeah, she's always loved photography," Rorie replied.

Suddenly, KiKi stood up from where she was sitting next to Miles.

"Alright guys," she announced with a grin. "It's time for our next activity: never have I ever!"

There were groans of protest from some members of the group while others whooped with excitement. Lewis and Rorie exchanged a knowing look, already anticipating the chaos that was about to ensue.

"I'll start!" KiKi declared, throwing back her shot of tequila before proclaiming, "Never have I ever hooked up with someone on a yacht."

This immediately caught everyone's attention and they all looked around at each other, trying to gauge who had done it and who hadn't.

Miles took a shot and laughed. "Looks like you're out, KiKi."

KiKi shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, it was a yacht party. Things happen and I'll do it again." She shot Miles a flirtatious smirk, causing him to chuckle.

"Don't start nothing you can't finish, baby,” he teased her with a suggestive wink.

"Bring it on, Daddy," responded KiKi, causing everyone to hoot with laughter.

Rorie went next, taking a gulp of her drink before declaring, "Never have I ever went skydiving."

Lewis took a shot, causing her to laugh and give him a high five.

The game continued, with each person revealing some wild or funny experience they'd had. It was now Jas' turn and he glanced around the group with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"Never have I ever kissed someone of the same gender." Jas declared.

All the women took shots, laughing as they did so.

"Wait, what?" Lewis exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "You've all kissed another girl?"

"Well, yeah! It's a pretty common thing," Tia replied with a shrug.

Rorie chuckled and nudged her husband. "Don't worry, babe. You're the only one for me."

Lewis grinned and pulled her in for a kiss, causing KiKi and Miles to make gagging noises.

"Okay okay, let's continue the game," Jas interjected with a laugh. "You're turn Lou."

Louis thought for a moment before saying, "Never have I ever gone skinny dipping in the middle of winter."

Everyone laughed and took shots, except for Miles who shook his head. "Why would anyone do that?"

"It was a dare from my sorority sisters in college," Ayesha explained with a grin. "I couldn't back down."

"Alright, my turn," Tia said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Never have I ever had a one-night stand with a celebrity."

The group immediately turned to Britt who took a sip of her drink.

"Who was it?" Miles asked, already sensing that this was going to be good.

"I'm not telling," Britt replied with a sly smile.

Lewis whistled impressed. "Damn girl, you're full of surprises tonight."

Jas laughed and put an arm around Britt's shoulder. "You're definitely our wild card for this trip."

Ayesha was next, "Never have I ever tried anal sex."

The group erupted into laughter at Ayesha's unexpected declaration.

"Shit, where did that come from?" Miles asked, still laughing.

"What? It's just a question," Ayesha defended herself with a shrug.

Only Rorie and Lewis took a shot. Rorie giggled and whispered something to Lewis, causing him to laugh.

"What was that?" KiKi asked curiously.

"Just reminiscing about our honeymoon," Rorie replied with a wink.

Tia grinned mischievously, "Okay okay, let's keep playing before we all get too fucked up."

"Okay okay, my turn," Britt said eagerly. "Never have I ever had sex in a public place."

Some took shots while others shook their heads in disbelief.

"Wait, seriously? Where?" KiKi asked with wide eyes.

Britt's cheeks warmed and shrugged. "In a movie theater parking lot."

Everyone's jaw dropped at her bold confession.

"Damn girl, you're truly are wild as hell," Jas exclaimed with a laugh. "It's always the quiet ones, bro."

It was now KiKi's turn again and she turned to Rorie and Lewis with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Never have I ever been caught having sex by someone I know," she declared.

Everyone turned to Lewis and Rorie with curiosity, wondering if they would take a shot or not. With a chuckle, Lewis lifted his glass to his mouth and downed the drink in one go. Then, he picked up his wife's glass and did the same.

"You freaky bastard," Louis said with admiration.

"Y'all gotta chill though, for real," Miles commented. "You guys gonna end up having another baby."

"What? Who caught you guys?" Britt pressed excitedly.

Lewis smirked and leaned back in his chair. "That's for me to know and for you to never find out."

"It had to be almost everyone on this yacht, though," KiKi retorted, earning her a chiding glare from Rorie. "What? Don't look at me like that, mamas. You know it's the truth. I caught y'all a few times."

"Same here!" Miles concurred, raising his hand.

"Me too," noted Jas with a laugh.

"Okay okay, let's keep playing," Tia interjected with a grin.

The game eventually came to an end as everyone was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. They all stumbled back to their cabins, laughing and joking along the way. Once they were in their respective rooms, Rorie and Lewis cuddled with each other in bed.

"This has been a great night," Rorie said, resting her head on Lewis' shoulder.

"It has," Lewis agreed, running his hand through her hair. "Thank you for planning this. I needed a break from all the racing drama."

"Anything for my husband," Rorie replied with a smile.

“Really?”

Lewis felt a surge of love for Rorie wash over him. He knew that she always had his back, no matter what.

“Of course,” she responded, staring at him intently.

“What if I want you to take off this shirt?” he said as his finger pulled down the strap tentatively. “I don’t think you need all these clothes on, sweetheart.”

He leaned in for a kiss, but their moment was cut short by muffled moans coming from the adjoining room.

"That's probably KiKi and Miles," Rorie said, trying to hide her smirk.

"Yep, sounds like they're having a good time," Lewis replied with a smile. "I can't believe you actually set up my best friend with yours."

The moans grew louder and more enthusiastic, prompting laughter from both Lewis and Rorie as they listened to their friends' escapades.

“I thought you said that the walls were sound proof?”

Lewis shrugged at his wife. “Shit, I guess not.” His fingers roamed her bare shoulder, making their way downward to cup her breasts.

“How can you still be in the mood? The noises don’t bother you?” Rorie said, swatting his hands away.

“I can ignore it.”

“Well, I cannot,” scoffed Rorie as she turned over. “No snookie.”

“Baby…”

“Nope, it’s too awkward.”

Lewis let out a disappointed sigh as he glanced down at his semi-erect penis. It was straining against the confines of his boxers, aching for release, yet he highly doubt that will happen. This was definitely not how he planned on having the night end, and suffice to say, he was going to have a word with KiKi and Miles.

The next morning, everyone woke up to a beautiful sunrise over the ocean. They all met in the dining area for breakfast, still laughing and reminiscing about the previous night's game.

"Good morning, lovebirds," KiKi teased Lewis and Rorie as they walked in holding hands.

"Shut up," Rorie blushed, playfully swatting at KiKi.

"I'm just jealous," KiKi sighed dramatically. "Miles is too tired from last night to even hold my hand."

“Must be nice,” Lewis grumbled under his breath while everyone else laughed.

They settled down at the table to eat breakfast. The mood was light and carefree as they chatted and made plans for the day.

"So what are we doing today?" Louis asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, Lewis and I were thinking we could all go out on a boat for some water activities," Rorie suggested. "We could also explore Bodrum for a bit."

"That sounds like a great idea," Tia said.

"Yeah, and then maybe we can all have a seafood lunch later?" Jas added.

"Sounds perfect to me," Britt agreed.

"Where do we go after Bodrum?" wondered KiKi.

"We have about two days in Bodrum then two days in Rhodes. From there it's Antalya for three days and we spend the rest of the time in Cappadocia," said Lewis.

The group spent the rest of the morning getting ready and packing their beach bags. Rorie and Lewis had arranged for a private boat to take them out on the water, equipped with all the necessary equipment for various water activities.

As they boarded the boat, everyone was in high spirits, excited for a day of fun and adventure. They made their way out to sea, taking in the stunning views of the turquoise water and rocky cliffs.

They took turns jet skiing and banana boating. The group spent several hours out on the water before making their way back to shore. They were all exhausted but thrilled from their day of adventure.

"That was amazing!" exclaimed Britt as they docked at Bodrum harbor.

"I haven't had that much fun in a long time," added Tia with a smile.

"We should definitely make this an annual tradition," suggested Jas.

Afterward, they explored Bodrum, taking in the sights and sounds of the beautiful coastal town. The group settled down at a nearby restaurant for lunch, enjoying the fresh seafood and soaking up the vibrant atmosphere of Bodrum. As they ate and chatted, Miles approached Lewis with a serious expression. "Hey bruv, can we talk for a sec?"

Lewis nodded and followed Miles away from the rest of the group.

"I just wanted to say thank you for setting me up with KiKi," Miles said sincerely.

"It wasn't me, it was Rorie," Lewis replied with a smile. "But I'm glad it's working out."

Miles sighed and looked out at the ocean. "It's just been so long since I've been with someone and she makes me feel alive again."

Lewis could see the genuine happiness in Miles's eyes as he spoke about KiKi. He put his hand on Miles's shoulder in support.

"I'm happy for you, man," Lewis said.

Miles smiled gratefully at his friend before they headed back to join the rest of the group.

The group explored more of Bodrum, visiting local markets and souvenir shops before finishing off lounging on the yacht. Their time in Rhodes and Antalya was the same: exploring, eating amazing food, immersing themselves in activities like hiking and riding ATVs.

Soon, they arrived at their final destination, and the group couldn't help but feel excited and curious about what Cappadocia had in store for them. The landscape was unlike anything they had ever seen before - a surreal mix of dusty red and white rock formations scattered across the horizon.

After a few hours on the road, they finally arrived at their hotel, an elegant cave accommodation carved into the side of one of the fairy chimneys. The rooms were luxurious and spacious, with soft lighting and plush furnishings.

"Welcome to Aza Cave Hotel, Hamilton Party," the concierge greeted with a warm smile. "Please, have some tea."

A waiter came around offering Turkish tea. Each of them took a cup and sipped slowly, savoring the rich and aromatic taste.

"This is really good!" exclaimed KiKi. "Do you guys sell this? I would love to take some back home."

"Of course, ma'am," said the concierge. "I'll make arrangements to have a selection gift box placed in your room. It contains all of our popular blends."

The group thanked the concierge and took some time to freshen up before meeting in the lobby to head to dinner at the hotel's terrace restaurant. As they made their way to the restaurant, the group couldn't help but admire the stunning view of Cappadocia at sunset. The orange and pink hues of the sky reflected off the unique rock formations, creating a magical ambiance.

Once they were seated at their table, the hotel staff brought out a delicious spread of traditional Turkish dishes - from savory kebabs and dolma to fragrant rice pilaf and mezze platters. Everyone dug in eagerly as they discussed their plans for exploring Cappadocia.

"We have an early morning start tomorrow," Rorie said as she took a sip of her wine. "We're going on a hot balloon ride."

"I can't wait!" exclaimed Britt, bouncing in her seat with excitement.

"It's going to be amazing," added Jas, grinning from ear to ear.

"How early is early though?" she wondered aloud, making everyone turn to stare blankly at her.

"What? I'm just saying what everyone is thinking," KiKi defended herself with a laugh.

"Early is early, Kiara," Miles teased, nudging her side. "Why? You need extra time for some beauty sleep?"

"I mean, yeah," nodded KiKi with a grin. "Y'all have been tiring me out. I don't think I've stayed up this late since college."

"If you're getting old, just say that, girl," joked Tia, causing KiKi to hit her playfully with a napkin.

"Never that, sweetie," she retorted, "but I need some time to relax too."

"They have a spa here, y'know?" Ayesha said. "We can hit it up later."

"Say less, girl!" KiKi grinned widely.

"I mean since the girls are gettin' their massage on, I say we hit up a game of pool after the balloon ride," suggested Jas with a sly grin.

"You think we would want to play another game with you after you just cheated during basketball?" teased Lewis, reminding everyone of how Jas had cheated during their pickup game while they were sailing to Antalya.

"Oh come on, it was all in good fun," Jas defended herself with a laugh. "But seriously, we should do something active."

"I'm down for pool," said Andrew. "Or maybe bowling? I heard there’s a bowling alley here."

"We could go for a hike tomorrow instead," Louis suggested. "I heard there are some amazing trails around here."

"That actually sounds perfect," said Miles.

"Okay, so that's settled then," concluded Lewis. "We'll go hiking tomorrow."

The group continued chatting and laughing as they enjoyed their drinks and snacks. Eventually, Rorie looked at her watch and realized it was getting late.

"Guys, as much as I'd love to stay out all night with y'all, I think I’m going to head to bed soon," she announced.

"Yeah, same here," agreed Ayesha. "We have an early start tomorrow."

"Okay, let's call it a night then," said Tia.

The group said their goodnights and headed back to their rooms. Lewis and Rorie made their way down the echoing hallway, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls. Upon entering the room, Lewis wasted no time in pulling Rorie closer to him, his eyes filled with longing. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of the desires burning within him. Rorie could feel the intensity of his touch, the heat of his body pressing against hers, igniting a fire deep within her soul.

Rorie gently pulled away, a look of concern in her eyes. "Lewis, we really don't have time for this," she whispered, trying to reason with him. "It's almost midnight, and we need to be well-rested for our early morning balloon ride."

"I'll be quick," he says as he plants kisses down her neck.

“You always say that,” Rorie chided as she rolled her eyes. She allowed his kisses to trail downward to that special spot on her collarbone. Rorie couldn't help but let out a small moan as Lewis continued to kiss her, his hands roaming over her body. She had to admit, she was tempted to just give in, but she knew they would regret this in the morning. “You have fifteen minutes. Can you work with that?”

Lewis grinned mischievously, his hands still roaming over Rorie's body. "I can work with anything," he replied, his voice laced with desire.

The next morning, the group gathered in the lobby of the hotel bright and early. They were all dressed comfortably for their hike and ready for a day of adventure.

Rorie noticed Lewis standing off to the side, looking a little tired.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" she asked him softly.

"Not really," he admitted with a sheepish grin as he waggled his eyebrows. "But it was worth it." He added a light slap on her ass for dramatic effect, causing Rorie rolled her eyes playfully and give him small smile.

They were greeted by the hotel staff with warm towels and fresh coffee before heading out to meet their tour guide.

"Good morning, Hamilton Party!" exclaimed the guide, a friendly man named Murat. "Are you ready for an unforgettable experience?"

The group eagerly nodded as they boarded the van that would take them to the balloon launch site. As they drove through the quiet streets of Cappadocia, Murat shared interesting facts about the region's history and culture.

They arrived at the launch site just as the sun was starting to rise. The sight of dozens of colorful balloons filling up with air against the backdrop of Cappadocia's unique landscape took everyone's breath away.

"Wow," whispered Miles in awe.

"This is going to be incredible," said Lewis with a grin.

After a safety briefing from Murat, they climbed into their designated balloon basket and took off into the sky. The feeling of weightlessness and the stunning views around them left everyone speechless.

As they glided over fairy chimneys and valleys, Murat pointed out notable landmarks and answered any questions they had. The whole experience was truly magical.

After an hour-long flight, they landed smoothly back on solid ground. Everyone clapped in excitement as they made their way back to Aza Cave Hotel for a well-deserved breakfast.

"That was absolutely amazing!" exclaimed KiKi as she dug into her plate of Turkish pastries.

"I can't believe we got to see Cappadocia from above," added Britt with a dreamy smile.

"It was definitely one for the books," said Jas with a satisfied sigh.

"Did I tell you guys how much I love y'all?" Miles said with a playful grin as he wiped crumbs off his mouth.

"You don't have to say it," KiKi replied, giving him a warm smile. "We know."

“No but seriously,” said Miles. “I love you guys for real. This has been one of the most amazing weeks of my life. I truly appreciate our friendship. To friendship!” he lifted up his cup of coffee and everyone joined with their various glasses.

“To friendship!” everyone toasted.

"I can't believe we almost didn't come here," Ayesha said with a shake of her head. "We would have missed out on so much."

"I know, right?" agreed Jas. "But I'm glad we took this trip together."

"Me too," Lewis added, putting his arm around Rorie's shoulder.

"This has been one epic adventure," Britt said with a sigh. "But now it's time to go back to reality."

"Don't remind me," KiKi groaned playfully. “I want to stay in Turkey forever.”

Days later in London......

Alexander sat in his office at The Sun, sifting through the documents that the private investigator had handed him. He couldn't believe what he was reading.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, looking up at the PI.

"Positive," replied the PI. "I double-checked all my sources and everything adds up."

Alexander leaned back in his chair, trying to process this information. He had been tasked with finding out any secrets or questionable behaviors of the Hamilton family, and this was certainly a bombshell.

"And how did you find all of this out?" he asked the PI.

"I have my ways," replied the PI with a smirk.

Alexander nodded, still deep in thought. "Anyone else knows about this?" he asked.

"I highly doubt it," said the PI.

"Good, we’ll be the first tabloid to break the news then. Well, thank you for your work on this," he said to the PI. "I'll make sure your payment is sent over promptly."

As soon as the PI left his office, Alexander pulled out his phone and dialed his boss’ number.

"Hello?" answered his boss, David, on the other line after a few rings.

"David, it's Alexander," said Alexander in a serious tone.

"Any news?”

“Tons. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve just found out about Rorie Hamilton.”

"Well done, Alexander," said David with a hint of excitement in his voice. "This could be the story of the year."

TO BE CONTINUED......

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seniaasaysstuff · 11 months

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hii i was wondering if you do requests, ill leave here this request and if you dont do them or dont like this feel free to ignore this!<3

its sukuna (or characters of your choice) x fem! reader where she gave birth to a baby but sadly it died so she fell into depression and sukuna is worried but tries not to show it much

thank you even for reading this, take care!<3

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️- miscarriage.

Hi anon! This is actually my first request haha. Thank you for the request! I tried to write a happy kind of ending?

Um I hope you like it :D Have a great day<33

SADNESS ; ryomen sukuna.

Sukuna may be considered as someone that didn’t have feelings, a monster, an unnatural freak but he loved you.

The first time he ever laid his eyes on you, sukuna knew you were the one for him.

Even though you were a sickly person, you diligently took care of sukuna when he was wounded. You tried your best to protect him from the villagers. You even went as far as taking a hit that was meant for him.

One day sukuna asked you to leave with him.

You accepted, you didn’t have anyone in the world other than him.

You knew about sukuna being a powerful sorcerer but you always worried about his safety.

Soon sukuna built an estate just for you.

He took great care of you. You never had to worry about a thing. He treated you like a queen.

He courted you and married you like a respectful gentleman.

Everyone in the estate respected you, some even feared you as they believed that you were the only one that could control sukuna.

The estate maids adored you, you treated them so kindly, always greeting them. To them even though you were a sickly person, you always were bubbly, so friendly.They always felt delighted when they saw sukuna sama treat you with devotion because in their eyes you deserved the best.

After a year of your marriage, you felt lonely.

When you noticed the estate maids with their children it made you cry.

You knew you would have great difficulty having kids but you wanted to try having a baby with sukuna. You always envisioned having a child that looked just like sukuna, your husband.

Sukuna vehemently refused as he was worried about your safety. But after your incessant pleas he gave in. He couldn’t handle you and your puppy dog eyes begging him for a baby every day and it worked.

You were finally pregnant. Sukuna got the most sought out doctors for you.

The pregnancy took a toll on you. It was taxing both for your physical and mental health. The morning sickness made you unable to stomach anything and it made you look even more sickly.

While you were walking around one day you felt cramps. They were alarming and it felt like you were dying. You felt something warm trickle down your leg. It felt like blood. You looked down and cried out. You were bleeding.

After hearing you scream, the maids came down rushing. They yelled for the doctor as they ushered you into the room. Sukuna dropped everything as he heard you cry out and ran towards your room.

Pain, all you could feel was pain when the doctor sadly informed you that you had miscarried. You wailed for your lost child.

You never really recovered from your miscarriage. You stopped leaving your room, always sitting in your room looking out of the window sadly. You lost your appetite neither did you have the energy to do anything.

You never really knew it but sukuna cried.

He was so worried for you. He didn’t care for the baby, sure it hurt but you were the only thing that mattered to him.

He did his best to cheer you up. He did not know what to do to make you feel better. He didn’t wish for you to grow distant and fall into depression. So he took you on walks, tried getting you gifts like jewelry, he attempted to make jokes to make you laugh but it didn’t work. Nothing worked.

He was growing even more frightened for you.

If you went on like this you could die and he didn’t want that.

One day sukuna dropped on his knees in front of you. “My love,” he rasped.

“Please let me take care of you. I vow to you that I would do everything in my power to help you. Don’t ignore me please my darling. Kill me if you wish but talk to me. I can’t handle you not talking to me.” His voice cracked. Tears were threatening to fall.

“It was not your fault. Believe me, it wasn’t, curse me all you want but please don’t do this. I can’t do this anymore- seeing you trying to kill yourself.” He let out a tired sigh.

You let out a sob. “I don’t know what to do kuna. I lost our baby.” Sukuna lifted and placed you in his lap. You clutched his kimono and wept against his chest.

“You didn’t lose our baby sweetheart. None of it was your fault. We can always try for another or adopt if you want hm?” He tried to soothe you.

“But-” You trembled. He placed a finger against your lips.

“My love, it's okay.” He assured you.

“It’s okay to miss the baby. But don’t beat yourself up over it.” He murmured.

A few months later you had settled down a bit. You at times felt empty. You didn’t have anything to fill up the void. Sure sukuna tried his best to keep you happy but it wasn’t enough.

“You know what? You wanted a baby to look like me right?” Sukuna barged inside your shared room with his hands behind his back. You were confused. You didn’t know what was going on nor Why he was bringing up babies?

“Here meet Yuji and Mizuho.” He handed you two infants.

“What is the meaning of this?” You shrieked.

“Did you steal someone’s kids?” You shouted. “Look at the children.” He whispered. You looked down and noticed they looked oddly similar to sukuna.

You glanced at him in bewilderment. “I made them with my cursed energy. I knew you wanted children but I couldn’t put you through hell again.” He proudly spoke.

“I know you were planning to name our child Yuji if it was a boy and Mizuho if it was a girl.” He added. Tears were brimming in your eyes. “You did all of this for me?” You stuttered.

“I love you. This was nothing. I’m willing to do anything for you.” He hoarsely spoke. “I know it will not make you forget about the baby nor will it fill the empty void. But I want you to be happy.”

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takecareluv · 2 years

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader is dating Vinnie and is super positive and nice to everyone, but people tend to take advantage of her so Vinnie and her friends get protective of her when people try to take advantage of her kindness. My friends are really protective of me and thought that would be so cute! Thank you so much!! 💕

a.n. hi!! i’m sorry this took me so long to get out. i had started this before i left for vacation but never had the chance to finish it. i hope you like what i came up with! i loved this concept, thank you for sending it in <3 this is something i relate to so much, so writing it and having someone like vinnie be so protective over the reader is just 🥺🥺 i want that, please universe. i’m begging

sweetheart || vinnie hacker x reader

it was a known fact that you were an extremely positive person, and nine times out of ten, the kindest person in the room.

vinnie and the rest of your friends absolutely adored you for it. you were the sunshine they needed when times were tough. aiding them with a shoulder to cry on when need be, and the best advice anyone could ever give.

vinnie always swore you were an angel sent from heaven above.

while your friends never took your love and kindness for granted, there were a lot of others that did. people could clock your sweetness from a mile away, and in a place like l.a., they became greedy using you for it.

you didn't notice it as much, always wanting to see the best in people. but those closest to you, especially vinnie for that matter, would immediately detect when someone was taking advantage of your kindhearted ways and get super protective.

being in the influencer space, everyone and their mothers was searching for the next best clickbait to use on their upcoming posts. whether it was a person, scandal, or simply just a trendy product, nothing was off the table. you watched a lot of people lose their morals when given an ounce of fame.

with you and vinnie deemed the internet’s favorite couple, you had been receiving quite a bit of attention that other creators either envied, or saw as money signs. everyone knew a glimpse of you in their newest tiktok or vlog would gain them millions of views and a few extra bucks.

you didn’t like filming with those outside of your inner circle because of how shy and overwhelmed you got around new faces. but, being the people pleaser you were, you couldn’t say no when more and more creators coincidentally started asking you to collab.

you didn’t mind at first, it actually wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be and the people were nice enough.

you didn’t take notice to how much of a toll these collabs were taking on your mental health, thinking you were just tired due to the long filming hours you weren’t well acquainted with. but vinnie noticed. he saw how mentally drained you were each and every night coming home from filming with yet another “friend”. he clocked how little energy you had to do anything other than sleep. he had never seen you so unlike yourself, and he knew the exact reason behind it.

* ࣪. ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.*

the following morning, he heard you moving around the room earlier than ever before. the sun was barely up, where could you possibly have to go? he thought to himself.

“baby, what are you doing up so early? come back to bed.” he grumbled, making grabby hands towards you.

“i can’t vin. i have to go meet (influencer name). she has a bunch of stuff to do today so this was the only time she could film.”

ah of course, yet another person making you form to their schedule, not even bothering to ask how that worked for you. not that it mattered, you were to sweet to ever mutter the word “no” to anyone.

he could hear the grogginess in your voice, you were exhausted. not to mention the bags under your eyes that not even layers of concealer could hide. he hated what you were doing to yourself. no, he hated what your so called friends were making you do this to yourself, clearly taking advantage of your kindness, although you would never see it that way.

he made his way out of your shared bed, quickly throwing on a pair of pants and a hoodie that had been previously discarded on the floor the night before.

you watched him confused. “vin what are you doing? go back to sleep, it’s early and you look tired.”

he dismissed your request, grabbing his keys and wallet from the bedside table before heading towards the door. “i’m coming with you.”

“what? vin you don’t have to do that. it’ll be boring,” you paused before continuing, “i mean don’t get me wrong, i would love for you to come but you should stay here and sleep. i don’t want you to be tired for stream later.” you attempted to counter, but vinnie already had his mind made up and nothing you could say would change that.

“it’s fine, baby. if i go, i can help anywhere you need and then we can come home sooner and both get some rest.” plus he could stand up for you against whatever entitled youtuber you would be filming beside today, but he of course wouldn’t admit that part out loud.

* ࣪. ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧ ﾟ: * ♡ * : ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.*

an hour later vinnie was sat quietly fuming while he watched you be bossed around by a girl he didn’t even bother to remember’s name.

“ugh, i forgot to grab the mic. can you go get it for me y/n? it’s in the other room.”

“i think the camera is too close. can you move it back for me?” “…a little closer than that.”

“wait this isn’t my good side, switch with me?”

the demands went on and on, you obliging to every last one of them.

vinnie was trying hard to hold back from screaming at this girl for taking advantage of you. he knew the cameras were rolling and the last thing he needed was for this girl to edit the footage, making vinnie look like the bad guy and ultimately getting more clickbait and money off the couple, just like she was desperate for.

so he remained quiet, hoping things would cool off once you began filming. however, that ended up being far from the truth.

every last question the girl asked you for the video was about your relationship with vinnie, some of which were very much intruding and personal. vinnie could tell you were growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute.

he knew how insecure you felt about people only ever caring about you for your relationship and connection to tiktok’s favorite boy, never bothering to ask about you or your own career.

he couldn’t watch this any longer.

abruptly standing up, which caught the attention of both you and the bitch girl sitting next to you, he grabbed your hand, pulling you up and out of the room to leave immediately.

“what the hell? where are you going?” the girl yelled.

vinnie switched the camera off before responding. “i’ve been sitting here all morning watching you boss around my girlfriend like you don’t have perfectly capable arms and legs to do shit for yourself if you just got off your lazy ass for once. and i’m sorry but i am not going to let that fly. y/n doesn’t owe you anything. in fact she did this as a favor to you considering you were the one begging for a collab. so i don’t know who you think you are treating her like she’s your fucking slave or something. and if you had any decency, you would realize everything you were asking her was clearly making her uncomfortable. you do know she is her own person right? there is so much more to her than our relationship. and if you can’t realize that, then you don’t get to use her for your own “clout” or whatever it is your after.”

the silence following vinnie’s rant was so loud, you could hear a pin drop.

the girl in front of you looked shocked, almost like she was on the verge of tears. clearly she was used to always getting her way and no one ever speaking to her in such a tone, no matter how many times she probably deserved it.

you stared at vinnie in awe. deep down you knew everything he said was true and you appreciated how he instantly came to your defense, saying everything you were too nice to even think, not caring who’s feelings he hurt as long as his girl was protected.

you could tell his mind was running a million miles per minute so you hastily dragged him out of there before he absolutely lost his shit on the girl, knowing it was soon coming.

once you made it out of the apartment and to vinnie’s car, you paused, pulling him to stand in front of you, seeing the anger still present on his face.

you tilted your head up to face him, moving your hands to stroke his cheeks, feeling him visibly relax at your touch. “breathe, baby, i need you to breathe for me. everything’s okay. i’m okay, i promise. i just need you to relax.” you spoke softly, trying to further calm him.

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “i’m sorry i yelled, i know how much you hate that. it’s just, it made me so angry seeing the way she was treating you, baby. you don’t deserve that. is this how it always is when you film with these people?” he questioned, worried that this was something you had to go through on the daily and he was only just now doing something about it.

you only nodded in response, tears flooding from your eyes, embarrassed that you constantly let everyone walk all over you. ashamed that you could never speak up for yourself, and most likely never would have if vinnie didn’t do it for you.

“fuck. i’m so sorry, baby. you shouldn’t of had to go through all that. i saw how drained you were, i should have been there sooner, said something sooner.”

“it’s not your fault, vin. you have no reason to apologize. i should have spoken up for myself. i don’t know why i can’t do it, i had ever reason to say something, but every time i would get too scared. like i would hurt their feelings, but instead i just let them hurt mine. i’m embarrassed that you even had to see that. god, i’m such a wimp.”

“hey, hey, hey. don’t get down on yourself for that. it only means that your a better, kinder person than they could ever be, okay? you are by far the sweetest person i have ever met and that is one of the reasons i love you. don’t ever think of that as a fault. the fact that you can stay this sweet amongst all the evil of this city and this industry is an amazing thing. never forget that, darling.” vinnie reassured you.

he looked down at you with so much love in his eyes, you knew everything he was saying was honest. and you fell deeper in love with him for it.

“thank you, vin. i love you so much.”

“not as much as i love you, sweetheart.”

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ericityyy · 4 months

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I want tender fluffy Georgie + Reader but I’m aromantic is it okay if I’m able to ask for Georgie and a fem Reader of color taking care of baby CeeCee Cooper at the Laundromat while Mandy is working? Where they meet and she is able to help him when he is still adjusting to the new routine and they bond?

𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩?

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘥.

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 656

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

“Baby girl, can you please stop crying for Daddy?” Georgie looked at his daughter, begging for the crying and whining to stop. His long sighs and messy hair show how terrible everything is going. He tried to feed her, change her diaper, and sing her to sleep, but she still wouldn’t stop crying.

And it’s taking a toll on Georgie.

The sound of the door opening took his attention away from the child, finally noticing his guardian angel sent to him by God. Or that’s what he thinks after seeing Y/N’s figure and noticing her newly braided hair and golden brown skin that glowed under the sun. Georgie could swear that he could see a halo around her head.

“What in the world is going on here, Georgie?” Y/N took a few steps closer to the situation at hand. The girl looked at the boy and the child back and forth, trying to assess what to do but mainly judging the exhausted look on Georgie's face.

“I don’t know what to do; she’s been like this for like 20 minutes, and I don’t know what she wants. Mary has her work, and she trusted me to handle things responsibly, and now I’m failing everything all at once.” Georgie picked up CeeCee and tried to sway around while shushing her, but she still wouldn’t stop crying, “I’m a bad father.” He set down the baby before sitting down on a nearby chair, rubbing his face together, keeping his head down as he listened to the cries of his daughter.

Y/N slowly picked up CeeCee and gently swayed her while patting her back, humming softly. Georgie looked up when he heard the cries starting to soften into sniffles and hiccups.

“See? I can’t even make my own daughter stop crying.”

“That does not make you a failure of a dad, Georgie.” Y/N smiled at her friend. She knows that Georgie needs some reassurance at times when he finds himself trying to please those around him with his charms and his love for business. The girl gave CeeCee back to Georgie’s arms, who, although a bit reluctant, took his daughter back. He was afraid that she might start crying again.

“All of this is new to you and Mary. There’s no handbook on how to be the perfect parent for CeeCee. Just be as present as you can be in her life.” Y/N put her hand gently on Georgie’s cheek. “You’re a good person and a great father. No one said that this was going to be easy. Know that I will always be here to help you guys out.”

Georgie smiled for the first time that day. Y/N has always been the one to comfort him in his darkest days or when he needs a helping hand to climb up. “Thank you… so much for being here with me.” He then started to joke, “Y’know, you’d be a great mother one day.” It’s not really a joke; he knows that if the girl decides to have a child in the near future, she would be the best parent.

"Oh, please, I’d be an awesome parent.” Y/N then dramatically sighs, “Alas, I still don’t know if I want children for myself, though; I always knew that I’d be this rich, cool aunt who everyone loves and adores.”

“You are cool, and you are CeeCee’s aunt, so two steps closer to your dream. And people do love you, of course, including me.”

Y/N laughs wholeheartedly. Georgie knows that Y/N has experienced more than one heartbreak in her life. Mostly from those people that she meets who claim to “love” her, but once hearing her side, immediately turn against her. It was hard watching his best friend be hurt by those who did not understand her. So it was a good sight to see her so happy.

“I love you too, Georgie.”

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

i hope this is good, not entirely happy with this one tbh.

i tried to make the reader hint out about her being an aromantic and a person with color. please let me know if it needs some changes to improve the writing. i genuinely do not want to offend anyone with what i write so i make changes as soon as possible if ever it needs to be changed. (and please do so in a respectful way)

thank you.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

@bellaisswagger

#x reader #young sheldon #imagines #angst #fluff #flangst #angst to comfort #angst to fluff #georgie #georgie cooper

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ethereallocs · 1 year

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Taste of the Divine Pt.1 -Modern!

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Y/N Fem Reader

Content: Modern Au inspired by the song called The Summoning by Sleep Token. Obsession, on/off lovers, angst, love/hate relationship, toxic.

Warning ⚠️: Sexual Content, hate-f*cking, degrading, SWEARING, choking, blowjob, face-fucking.

Summary: Here the two of you are again..hating to love each other …loving to hate each other…Could the two of you redeem your relationship?

King’s Landing was in celebration for the expansion of Targaryen Inc. They were holding a massive event at the infamous mansion called The Red Keep. It had been too long since Aemond has seen, Y/N. She worked for the family business as well and with their last terrible break up his father/ CEO Viserys let her go on a well needed vacation. He was frustrated especially since this party was so important for the company she couldn’t miss it.

Eventually, he decided to roam the large room looking for any sign of her..where was she? His brother Aegon laughed at how pathetic his brother looked before he passed by him he took a hold of his shoulder pulling him in. “Why don’t you find someone else to obsess over tonight?” Aemond scoffed, “Fuck off..I just want to talk to her.” Aegon rolled his eyes and spoke sarcastically, “Sure…” he kicked back the glass of whiskey he held in hand leaving Aemond to his wild goose chase.

He was becoming antsy hoping to see her at any moment when he saw her out the corner of his eye wearing an elegant strapless black dress that stopped at the floor, a sexy hip slit revealing her skin. Her hair pinned up and her make up shuttle. A smirk curled at the corner of his lips while he cut through the crowd to get to her quickly grabbing her hand. “Hello, my love.” She rolled her eyes in disgust quickly pulling away she sauntered away in the opposite direction of him. He growled in annoyance and stormed off after her, yelling her name he made everyone turn in their direction.

“Y/N!!! I want to talk to you!!!” Y/N wandered into the massive mansion trying to get away from him, but Aemond was right on her heels. She turned a sharp corner only to feel his calloused hand grabbing her arm, pulling her into one of the rooms. He slammed her against the door locking it quickly before making the space between them nonexistent. Her breath hitched and he smiled knowing just how easily flustered he made her.

“So…how was your vacation, my love?” He smiled running his thin fingers up the slit of her dress, his nail softly grazing her supple flesh. “Look, Aemond…I told you this last time was it. I’m not doing this again. Y/N hesitated taking a deep breath. Attempting to stand her ground she pushed at his chest. “So your really going to cut me off? Well, baby you’re doing a terrible job. Seems like you wore that dress just to turn me on?”

“You’re such a conceited cunt, Aemond. You know that right?” She laughed in his face..teasing him. A devilish grin curled at his lips, she always knew what to say to set him off good or bad. He loved that about her regardless of how toxic it may seem to everyone else. But, they didn’t understand what the two had. She held his mind, his body, and his very soul like putty in her hands whether she knew it or not. “Please, Y/N..do not tempt me. I want to take you right here..” He groaned into her ear, nipping at her earlobe before looking into her eyes again.

She couldn’t lie she did miss him their insanity and toxicity was unbecoming, but it was theirs nonetheless. She loved this game they played even if it took a small toll on her heart each time. “What’s stopping you? You’re too much of a pussy to actually do it?” She giggled testing him…it was always something she said or did that always sent him into a mindless frenzy and she just tapped into it again.

“Oh…Y/N nothing but that dress is stopping me, but trust me I’m going to destroy you…” He excited her. How could those words that threatened make her feel so..alive. Their lips crashed into each others hungrily. She quickly removed his suit jacket while his hands were occupied with unzipping her dress.

He bit into the flesh of her bottom lip, hearing a moan from her. He growling possessive wanting to fuck her silly, but this damned dress was so hard to get into. Finally, her dress pooled to the floor and he lifted her legs around his waist keeping her pinned between him and the wall. He took her sweet nipple into his mouth moaning into her breast desperately.

Lifting her up he hoisted her legs on his shoulders. Her beautiful pussy slick with arousal. He looked up at her and she was watching him with heat. He buried himself with her leg kissing her inviting lips and delicious bud. She mewled in pleasure letting him devour her with ferocity. She bucked her hips forward grinding her cunt against his tongue while he licked and sucked on her sensitive ball of nerves causing the coil in her stomach to tighten and snap with ease. He smiled pulling away not trying to send her over the edge just yet.

Being that this was his families home a bed occupied the room to their luck. He placed her down and sat on the bed leaning on his elbows with his thick cock exposed and waiting he nodded as if to say “On your knees…Now.” She fell to them without a qualm finding her way in between his legs a place she was rather familiar with.

A hand wrapped around his shaft and he sighed from her touch. She smiled kissing along his cock head leaving the stain of red lipstick on him. He leaned his head back feel her luscious lips wrapping around him. Her mouth working him like no other could sent him to paradise. “That’s so good, Y/N.” He groaned calling her name like a prayer. “Your so hungry for my cock, aren’t you my girl?” She cooed in response.

Suddenly he stood to his feet placing the palm of his hand on the back of her head burying his thick length into her throat. He loved the way she looked at him when she was like this. “That’s a good fucking girl..” He moaned bucking his hips forward. Letting his fingers undo her hairstyle he grabbed onto her thick tresses begin to thrust in and out of her throat. The tears welling in her eyes only turned him on more.

After a while Aemond want more and need to have her. He picked her up and laid her on the bed. He kissed her lips once more before flipping her onto her hands and knees. Taking her of her hair again he pulled he head back to look up at him as he towered over her. Prodding at her entrance he quickly pushed inside her feeling her warm walls embrace him. He stood there for a moment savoring such a feeling before he went to work. Holding onto her hip with his free hand he thrusted into her cunt without mercy.

Her cries only muffled by the loud music for them event that was happening below them. Both of them grunting like animals in the heat of the moment. Letting go of her hair he wrapped his hand around her throat pulling her back flush against his chest out a deep arch in her back. “That’s fucking right…take it.” He growled into her ear biting the flesh of her shoulder as she came undone.

He smiled loving how well she could handle such intensity. Realizing they needed to go back before people went looking for them he moaned in annoyance and whispered in her ear. “Are you ready to come for me, baby? We have to go back down soon.” Her whining made him want to say fuck this event, but he knew he was no where near done with her. “Trust me, after this is over you’re going to be exhausted when I get you home.” He picked up his pace the way he knew she liked and used his fingers to stimulate her ball of nerves until she reached her climax and he joined her soon after burying his seed inside her womb.

Cleaning themselves up a bit and getting dressed he helped her fix her hair. Before they went back to the party he pulled her close kissing her one more time.

#aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen #aemond smut #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #aemond x you #prince aemond #aemond the kinslayer #ewan mitchell

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andimoon · 9 months

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Hi!!!! 42. “I’m scared. Not of you, of me. What if I ruin everything?” 48. “Is this thing dangerous?” with Baekhyun please! 💓

Newly married couple trying to have baby 🤭

Thank you ♡

Hello lovely Anon!! Thank you for your request!! This one tested me a bit and I’d like to thank @shewantsmeshesgotme for helping me so much with realistic portrayals.

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: no warnings! Cute vibes today!!

Baekhyun X Reader

Established relationship, newly weds au

Fluffy fluff

42. “I’m scared. Not of you, of me. What if I ruin everything?”

48. “Is this thing dangerous?”

Your life was perfect in your mind, for six years you’d been dating the love of your life, Byun Baekhyun, been living with him for four, and just a few months ago you finally had your dream wedding. It had taken years of saving and planning, but when the day did come it felt like it was straight out of a fairytale. Hell, so did every day that followed it. Your very own Happily Ever After.

Not that your life with Baekhyun had ever been anything else. You recalled the decades you spent before you met your bubbly husband. Your life had been dreary and mondain. In the past, you desperately strived for perfection and it really took a toll on your mental health. You hated who you were at the time, everything and everyone seemed fake to you, your own insecurities projected onto every individual you met. Baek showed you that it was okay to be imperfect. There was beauty in it and he showed you time and time again over the years you spent together that he loved every little melody that created you. He was like a hurricane in your life, tearing down the entire world in your mind as if showing you all your weaknesses before helping you rebuild stronger than ever before. His affection and affirmation slayed every insecurity inside you and you crumbled so easily for him. You wanted to because you knew that the kingdom you rebuilt with him would be all the better for it. Every day with him was like a symphony, every moment like an instrument that joined the orchestra that was your relationship with him, creating a bright future you were both excited for.

Even days like today were heavenly for you, your day off shared with your lovely husband. His beautiful voice resonated through your home as he cleaned a room outside your view. The mornings when he sang for you were often, and they usually meant you had a great day ahead of you. You were cleaning the kitchen and preparing breakfast for you both, “Missus Byun?” The title made you happy and you peeked your head out of the kitchen to see your husband standing at the bathroom door, wearing your favorite pink apron and matching gloves, his bangs pulled out of his face with little clips on each side. He looked so cute like that. How did you get so lucky?

“Yes, Mister Byun?” Your nose scrunched at the name, it was cheesy and cringy, but the loving look in his eyes and the way your chest swelled as the words left your lips made the slight embarrassment worth it. Just to see his smile and the way he waddled over to you, arms extended dramatically as he pulled you into a warm embrace. Turning in circles with you and the dozens of tiny peppered kisses all over your face. It was so sweet it made you laugh.

“Should we go out today? It’s been a while since we went on a date, huh?” He wasn’t wrong. As lovely as your wedding was, it had left you guys with a fair amount of debt, the last few weeks had been spent budgeting and minimizing. You’d share evenings at home together, private candlelit dinners, even walks through your neighborhood just to get some ice cream or street food. But it had been a long time since you both went out on a real date. Of course you agreed. It was exciting that you’d once again be able to publicly showcase your love for your husband. He was yours and you were his and you wanted the entire world to know. “Where should we go? We can splurge tonight.” The little nuzzle of your noses pulled a giggle out of you and you wanted him closer, wrapping your arms comfortably around him.

“Should we go to an amusement park? I really want to get on a roller coaster again.” Baekhyun didn’t like heights, he didn’t like roller coasters, but he knew you adored them and he adored you. So you knew he would agree. Plus you would never actually force him onto a roller coaster with you. He could wait the few minutes you were on the ride, and there were so many other things you could do together there. “We should wear the sweaters we bought last time, don’t you think?” You nuzzled into his shoulder, inhaling his homey scent, “It would be so cute to match.”

“Oh,” the smile in his voice mimicked yours, “couple outfits! I like it, let’s do it.”

You left the house much sooner than usual and actually arrived at the park before the peak rush for the weekend. Baekhyun’s hand never left yours, the entire time his fingers locked with yours and you both took your time walking through the little street. Themed shops lined the path leading to a large castle, it looked like a little city and it was comfortable even with the crowds walking around you.

The comfort came from your lovely husband and the heat that radiated at your side, and the way he excitedly planned the day with you. “What do you want to do first? Should we go to the Ferris wheel first? That’s nice at the end of the night, though,” you couldn’t help but admire him, so happy to be with him. “Should we take a walk through the garden? The flowers are really pretty this time of year.”

“Yeah, let’s go to the garden first, then! Afterwards, we can get something to eat.” This park had been a staple in your relationship, you’d spent countless hours here with your lover and you’d likely continue to do so after you’re old and shriveled. You’d never give this place up for anything. The day passed so quickly, you walked for hours and simply enjoyed the ambiance of it all. And when you needed a break Baekhyun went and bought you ice cream and a churro to share, both of you making extra sure that your special sweaters didn’t get dirty. You’d gotten to ride everything you wanted and Baekhyun even joined you on the smaller rides. You held hands on the merry-go-round, feeling stupid but his laugh was contagious. The themed headbands you bought matched and you both decided to wear them for the rest of the day. He dragged you into the haunted house and reveled in the way you clung to him, he’d laugh and tease you all the while holding you close and protecting you from the stupid monsters that kept scaring you.

And at the end of the night you got into the Ferris wheel to watch the fireworks show. Baekhyun hesitated to get into the cabin, his nerves clearly plastered on his face, “Is this thing dangerous?”

“You’ll be fine, baby. Hundreds of people get on and off this thing no problem. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” You kissed his hand and he let out a little shaky sigh before following you into the cabin. You rubbed soothing circles into his thigh as you both took a seat and the wheel started moving again.

This was perfect. You loved every second of the day and you let out a content sigh as you cuddled close to your husband, enjoying the light show outside the window.

He called your name after a few minutes of comfortable silence and the seriousness you saw behind his eyes matched the adoration in them, “Should we have a baby?”

A baby? You imagined a tiny human in your arms, one that had your chin and Baekhyun’s eyebrows, a human born from the love you shared. One you knew that both of you would devote the rest of your life to, and love more than anything in the world. One that required a lot of time and attention, and guidance. Could you even take care of a baby? There were days that you couldn’t even take care of yourself. And as happy as the initial thought made you, you hesitated.

Suddenly, that nervous look was back on his beautiful face but he didn’t say anything, waiting for you to collect your thoughts and say something. “I’m scared.” You said honestly, fiddling with your wedding ring and keeping your eyes glued to the jewel.

“Scared? Why? Do you think I’d just leave you alone to take care of our child? I want to have a family with you, I’d never leave you to do everything alone.” How those were his first thoughts didn’t make sense to you. Baekhyun was an incredible partner to you, always caring for and loving you to the fullest. It was always mutual, everything you did. He was patient and disarming, and so very kind. You knew he would make an excellent father. The best in the entire world.

“I’m scared.” You reiterated slowly, “Not of you, of me. What if I ruin everything? I don’t know if I’m cut out to be a parent, Baek.” Your voice shook as the fear overwhelmed your heart. Of course you and Baekhyun had previously talked about having children, but that was a few years ago and somewhere in your brain you thought you would have more time to prepare before this conversation came up again. You knew he wanted a family, you did too, but you were afraid of making the same mistakes your parents had. Afraid that you wouldn’t be able to handle it and cave under the pressure.

His warm palm cupped your cheek and searched for your eyes, he was so close you could feel his breath on your lips. “Baby, I’m scared too. No one is ever ready to be a parent. Ask anyone with a kid and they’ll tell you.” His fingertips gently caressed the sides of your face, brushing the loose strands of hair back. “But I love you so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because I know that the future we’ll make together is going to be incredible. Whatever obstacles we face, we’ll be together. We’ll learn together and grow together.” His eyebrows knit together as if he was pleading for you to understand what he was saying. “You’ll be the best fucking parent.”

You sat in silence for a few minutes as you pondered over his words. Your heart ached. Every word meant the same to you, this was what you wanted. The kingdom you’d build together. The outcome of your love. The Ferris wheel began its descent and the lights of the fireworks lit up his face, “Baekhyun.”

He looked at you, eyebrow raised as he silently urged you to continue.

“Should we have a baby?”

#exo #baekhyun #kpop #fanfiction #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #Baekhyun x y/n #witing #writing requests

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bonesandthebees · 1 month

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YOU FINISHED DAY OF THE FALLEN NIGHT!!

Okay. I'm normal. I'm totally normal.

.... Please ramble to me I'm so starved on talking about it TELL ME THE DETAILS OF YOUR THOUGHTS

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OH BOY SNOWFLAKE DO I HAVE THOUGHTS BECAUSE THAT WAS SO GOOD

ok for everyone else, spoilers for a day of fallen night by samantha shannon will be below the read more

ok that was just. so amazing. holy shit. warning this is going to be long.

there's so much I loved about adofn. the characters, their relationships, and especially the more in depth look we got at the worldbuilding. for one thing I loved learning more about Hróth and getting to see it, along with the Queendom of Sepul in the East (although I do wonder why we never heard of Sepul in Priory. did it get destroyed in the Grief of Ages like Carmentum did? if so why was that not mentioned? or maybe it was and I just missed it?).

also I loved getting such an in depth view of life inside the Priory through Tunuva. like how birthing works and the way boys and girls are raised and all that. also just, fuck, Tunuva. I love her as a character so much. she's such a good contrast to Esbar. you can see exactly why their marriage has worked for so many years. they're different but complement each others differences. Tunuva is the soft caring side of Esbar's sharp pragmatism. Esbar makes the hard choices needed, Tunuva reminds her when they're not needed.

I'm so happy Wulf got to go to the Priory and spend time with Tunuva and Siyu and everyone else. tbh one of the few criticisms I have of the book is that I felt like Wulf's entire arc with the Priory was rushed. like we didn't even get to see his initial reactions to anything. I wanted to how he dealt with learning about Galian's legacy being a lie and the truth of Cleolind and all that. however, I'm so happy that Siyu went to Inys. Now we know why Ead was sent to protect Sabran in the first book!!! And Siyu is such a kind girl who is so similar to Glorian. they're nearly the same age and they're both young mothers and just ahhh I'm so glad Glorian has Siyu as a friend (although it makes me horribly sad that Glorian and Wulf would have to stay apart for so many years)

speaking of Glorian, oh my god, my girl. Glorian definitely ended up being my favorite character of the book. she had to grow up so fast. she matured so drastically throughout the novel and she shouldn't have had to do that but she took on her role as queen and did it so well. she proved to everyone ten times over that she was more than enough (and I'm lowkey still pissed at her mother for making her believe otherwise). I had chills during the entire scene when she rode out onto the battlefield only hours after giving birth. her entire struggle with the ownership of her own body and identity and the 'tax' she had to pay to Inys with giving them a child was so well done and so painful to read. I think adofn showcases so well the more subtle themes of misogyny we see in the world. because yes, it is a fantasy world where women can hold positions of power the same as men without anyone blinking an eye, but there are still misogynistic systems put in place. we definitely see our Sabran (the IX) struggling with this in priory, but it's even more evident and discussed here. With how the Inysh queens are essentially little more than walking wombs who have been told they are the only thing keeping the world from destruction. and it's so telling how many people around Glorian recognize how terrible this is. even fucking Prince Guma told her outright this was a horrible thing for her to be put through. I'm so glad that at the very least, Glorian gave birth how she wanted despite the protests that an Inysh queen should never kneel. And she did what she wanted as soon as her toll was paid (although, uh, girl definitely needs therapy because you really shouldn't have a death wish as soon as you no longer 'need' to be alive)

also, god, that scene where Glorian hands baby Sabran off to Wulf and he goes and hides with her? the entire private moment he has with his daughter—the only private moment he'll probably ever get with his daughter—made me cry. when Wulf hoped that somewhere deep inside, his daughter would remember his voice and his warmth and know she was loved like how he was able to faintly remember Tunuva's love and warmth just made me start sobbing. I literally had to take a few minutes to calm down so I could get the tears out of my eyes and see the pages again. I think I also shed a tear or two when Glorian had just given birth to Sabran and told her she was always going to be enough for her. That she was already enough. like, ouch. that hurts.

the only other time I came close to crying was when Kanifa died. I didn't actually cry but I did feel my eyes start to burn when he sacrificed himself for Dumai. Dumai's story just hurt in so many ways. obviously she and Glorian were never going to be able to meet, but they felt as though they were sisters to each other and never got to know. though I am glad that Dumai got to live how she wanted and became the Maiden Officiant. I especially loved Nikeya by the end. How she was able to step out of her father's shadow and rebuild Seiiki for the better. She was the one built for court and politics, not Dumai. but god their marriage in the hot spring fucking WRECKED me they loved each other and just wanted to be together but they couldn't arghhhhh it's Ead and Sabran all over again.

at least we got two pretty happy couples out of this—Esbar and Tunuva and Wulf and Thrit. Thrit fucking deserved it after he spent so long pining and blatantly flirting with Wulf's clueless ass. their kiss on the battlefield was so :(( And that epilogue scene with Tunuva and Esbar just cemented them as a great couple. despite their ups and downs they love each other so deeply and will continue to love each other for the rest of their lives. Choosing to believe that Esbar made an exception to the no outsiders rule for Thrit so he and Wulf could visit and Thrit could meet Tunuva. They all deserve it.

I still feel like I have so much more to say but arghhhh this book was so good oh my goddddd I need more stories in this world desperately Samantha Shannon I am BEGGING you

#ask #snowflake anon #roots of chaos #adofn #a day of fallen night

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darkstar225 · 10 months

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Twice's 10th member has an eating disorder

A/N: I got two similar asks on Tumblr and Wattpad so I put them together, hope the anon and my fav writer from Wattpad @emmlovesmarvel like it! :) emlovesmarvel

The requests: Are you sick of me yet? Haha. Could you write one where Mina picks up on the fact that Y/N has an eating disorder and Y/N gets super anxious about her finding out? I'm such a sucker for fluff (A/N: I'll never get sick of you bae)

can you do twice 10th member having an eating disorder? only if you are comfortable with it! (A/N: You're too sweet, ty for asking and I am! Feel free to ask, if I'm not comfy doing it I'll answer the ask saying so :D)

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved writing it <3

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Y/N had always admired her Mina unnie, the graceful and talented member of TWICE. As the youngest member of the group, she often found solace in Mina's presence, feeling a sense of security whenever she was around. Mina's gentle demeanour and kindhearted nature made her approachable, someone she felt like she could confide in when the weight of her secret became too much to bear. But there was one secret that the maknae had been carrying for far too long, one that weighed heavily on her heart and consumed her every waking thought. She had been battling an eating disorder silently, trapped in a cycle of self-destruction and denial. Even if she had become skilled at hiding her struggles, wearing a mask of contentment whenever she was in the presence of her group members, it was still really hard.

However, the youngest's attempts to conceal her pain did not go unnoticed by Mina. As observant as she was compassionate, Mina couldn't help but pick up on the subtle signs of her sister's disordered eating. She noticed the way Y/N's eyes lingered on food, filled with a mix of longing and fear. She noticed the guilt that flickered across her face whenever she took a bite as if each nibble was a source of shame. (A/N: Just wanna let you guys know that if you feel like this, you are free to talk to me. You guys are beautiful inside and out and I understand that it's hard but you have people that love and worry about you guys S2)

Mina's heart ached for her honey. She understood the weight of secrets and the toll they could take on a person's well-being. Determined to help her young sister, Mina made it her mission to approach Y/N delicately, offering a safe space for her to open up. One evening, as the members of TWICE gathered in their shared dorm, Mina took TWICE's sugar aside. They sat on the edge of her bed, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. Y/N's heart raced, anxiety coursing through her veins, fearing that her darkest secret was about to be exposed.

Y/N - Mina unnie, is something wrong?

Mina reached out, gently placing her hand on Y/N's trembling one.

Mina - Lovebug, I've noticed that you've been struggling. I've seen the signs. Please know that I'm here for you, and I want to help.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, her façade finally crumbling under Mina's compassion. She nodded, unable to form words and let the tears flow freely. Mina wrapped her arms around her sweet dongsang, offering comfort and understanding, allowing her the space to release the pain she had been holding in for far too long.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N managed to find her voice again.

Y/N - Unnie, I... I don't want the others to know. I'm not ready for them to see me like this.

Mina listened attentively, her expression filled with empathy.

Mina - I understand your hesitation, baby, but sometimes, sharing our burdens can make them feel lighter. We're a family, and I believe the girls would want to support you through this.

The maknae's heart wavered, torn between her fear of judgment and the longing for the love and support of her TWICE sisters. She took a deep breath and spoke softly, her voice barely audible.

Y/N - Promise me you won't tell them just yet. Give me some time to gather my strength.

Mina nodded, respecting Y/N's wishes.

Mina - Alright, darling. I promise. Take all the time you need. But remember, we're here for you whenever you're ready.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N began the difficult journey towards recovery. With the support of her sweet Mina unnie, who served as her confidant and guiding light, TWICE's honey took the first steps towards healing. She attended therapy sessions and sought professional help, slowly untwisting the tangled web of her eating disorder. As her progress became more evident, Mina couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride. Watching her young sister find the strength to confront her demons was nothing short of inspiring. Mina knew that it was time to share her battle with the rest of TWICE, to let them in on the secret that had haunted the youngest for far too long.

Gathering the group together one afternoon, Mina took a deep breath and mustered the courage to speak. She shared the truth about their dongsang's eating disorder, her voice filled with love and concern. The room fell silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. One by one, the members of TWICE embraced the maknae, their eyes brimming with tears and hearts filled with empathy. From that moment on, Y/N's journey towards recovery became a collective effort. Her sisters from her chosen family in TWICE rallied around her, offering unwavering support and encouragement. They attended therapy sessions together, ensuring that she never had to face her battles alone. They shared meals, celebrated every small victory, and helped redefine their kiddo's perception of beauty and self-worth. In the safety of their sisterhood, TWICE's babygirl discovered the strength she never knew she possessed. She learned to love herself unconditionally, embracing her flaws and imperfections. And as her body and mind healed, the girl found solace in the fact that she was never alone in her struggles.

The road to recovery was not without its challenges, but the maknae knew she was never alone. With Mina by her side and the unwavering support of her other sisters, Y/N found the courage to conquer her eating disorder, emerging stronger and more resilient than ever before. And as she stood on the stage, bathed in a sea of adoring fans, TWICE's angel felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Gratitude for Mina, who had seen through her façade and offered a lifeline. Gratitude for her unnies, who had stood by her side through every step of the journey. Most importantly, she felt gratitude for herself, for finding the courage to fight, to heal, and to become a beacon of hope for others who may be trapped in the darkness of their own secrets. As this happened, the unnies looked at their baby with adoration in their eyes and a single thought:

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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rookthorne · 1 year

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

There was no way that you would let this Christmas go by with no sense of ancient tradition, much to your King’s annoyance.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Fluff, Bucky is a Drama Queen

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✰ You guys can thank @seitmai for this lil' bonus — I had a ball writing it! ✰ This is a mini part 2 to Santa's Helper.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✰ Merry Fuckin’ Christmas — Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Both you and Bucky had never felt so relieved to pull into the driveway of your home - while the day was amazing, it had been a long one. The stress of whether everyone would like their stockings had long abated and disappeared, but it had still taken a toll.

However, you weren’t finished with the surprises, just yet.

“You all right, babe?” Bucky asked from beside you, his hand squeezing your thigh to shake you from your tired stupor.

Nodding, you shuffled in your seat and opened the door, standing to stretch and walk towards the front door. “Jus’ tired,” you muttered when Bucky stood behind you, unlocking the door.

“Let’s get to bed then, huh?” Bucky whispered, guiding you gently inside and taking your coat to hang on the hook in the entryway. “Been a big day for you, doll.”

“Wait, wait,” you said hurriedly, and Bucky paused, staring at you with apprehension. “I’m not done, I have one more thing-”

“Baby, it can wait, do it tomorrow, you can barely-”

“No, now,” you interrupted, making your way to the kitchen for a cold glass of water. That would wake you up enough for this. “Go wait on the bed for me, and take your shirt off.”

“Take my- why do I need my shirt off?” Bucky asked, slowly padding his way over to the bedroom.

“So I can stare at you,” you deadpanned, ignoring Bucky’s bark of laughter in favour of gulping the last of the water down. You had no energy left to even prepare for tomorrow, but with a shrug, you decided it could wait ‘till morning.

In the bedroom, Bucky had prepared the bed by throwing a few blankets over the comforter for your benefit, and he had done as requested; his shirt off and in the hamper, and he was sitting on the end of the bed, waiting patiently but expectantly when you walked through the door.

“So, what’s up?”

You smiled and made your way over to the wardrobe, where the surprise lay folded and hidden. Before opening the door, you turned and stared at Bucky for a moment - a not so subtle lip bite made him sit up straight and raise a brow. “I need you to close your eyes for me.”

“Why?”

“Just do it please,” you said, pouting slightly to get the urgency across. If you didn’t give him his surprise soon, you were afraid you’d blab it and ruin it. “I promise it’s nothing bad.”

Bucky sighed, slumping his shoulders in defeat, and closed his eyes.

Carefully, you pulled the sweater from its hiding place and tip-toed to Bucky. “Now, ‘m gonna put something over your head for just a second,” you warned him. “And you gotta help me with your arms.”

“You do realise that what you’re sayin’ gives it away, right?” Even with his eyes closed, you can picture his eyes rolling.

“I wanted to warn you, you big idiot,” you muttered and shook the sweater from its neatly folded state. “Okay, arms up.” Bucky did so, his expression curiously blank. The soft fabric stretched over his arms and then it was time to slip his head through the top. Shockingly, Bucky’s breath didn’t hitch, nor did he flinch away. “Proud of you,” you whispered, dropping a kiss to his forehead.

Bucky hummed in response and you shifted the soft woollen fabric until it sat neatly, though snug across his chest and shoulders. You took hold of his hands and pulled him to his feet, making sure that he kept his eyes closed the whole time.

“Okay, when I say so, you can open your eyes,” you ordered, smirking when Bucky’s brows furrowed. “Open them.”

Slowly, painfully slowly, Bucky opened one eye, then the other, and stared at you. “Am I gonna regret lookin’ down?” You shook your head once, and he looked down. For a split second you absolutely rued the fact that you didn’t record this.

It was comical how Bucky froze in place for a moment, just staring down at his chest and middle with a sense of indignity and utter frustration. The sweater had a giant polar bear holding a mug of something plastered on the front, while stripes and spots adorned the sleeves; red and gold, some green and black. When you brought the hideously adorable creation, you had made sure the wool was of the best quality given how sensitive Bucky was, so you knew it would be safe for him to wear - but whether he ripped it off, that was another question entirely.

A flood of concern settled in your stomach at how he was still frozen, stuck staring at the abomination with contempt. Self-conscious, you spoke up. “Buck? You okay? I-I can take it back if you don-”

“Don’t you dare,” Bucky growled, his gaze snapping up from the sweater to stare at you, and then returning back to the fuzzy creation. “It is so fuckin’ ugly,” he chuckled and you smiled hesitantly. “I love it so much, sweetheart.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” you whispered. Bucky stepped forward and pulled you briefly into a bone crushing hug, and then his gaze focused back on the sweater. “Are you still my Grinch, though?”

Bucky snorted a laugh, and looked up, his grin turning into an exaggerated pout. His demeanour changed on a dime; he slouched and put his hands on his hips, a dramatic show of a toddler’s sensibilities. “What’re you-”

“Six thirty, dinner with me,” he stood tall, tilting his head with a thoughtful expression on his face while he rubbed his chin. “I can’t cancel that again.”

“Bucky!” You laughed, grinning widely as you stepped away from him. “Bucky, stop-”

Bucky stared at you as he paced back and forth, stopping on a turn to say, “Oh,” another few strides and a flourish, “Ah!” and then, finally, with a last hurrah, “Mmm-”

You were doubled over with laughter at this point, the scene from your childhood being acted out so enthusiastically literally sprung tears of mirth to our eyes.

Suddenly, Bucky stopped. He paused in his pacing and stared at you, a devious grin growing by the second. “That’s it, I’m not going.” He grabbed you around the middle and hauled you to the bed, trapping you against his chest when you both fell sideways onto the soft blankets.

You squealed with laughter and fought against his grip, his hands moving deftly to tickle your sides without mercy.

The two of you fell asleep not long after, exhausted from the day’s events and excitement. Bucky’s sweater, in all of its hideous glory, lay draped over the small recliner, just waiting to make its appearance once more.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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a/n : my heart actually is in pain after reading the manga... major manga spoilers alert

summary : kazutora coming out from juvie to visit his dead friends (kinda like a twisted timeline i created myself)

wc : 1111

"thankyou for your care sir"

"don't come here again okay? it's already enough time you're here, now go your friends are waiting outside" kazutora gave a slight nod and went through the juvenile hall gates where there he met your eyes. your eyes that warmed his heart a nth time and would always do. upon seeing him, you ran towards him and launched your body againts him where he catched you and hugged you.

"gosh baby i miss you so much"

"i miss you too tora, don't do this to me again. don't leave me again. please" you sobbed while furiously crying in his arms. chifuyu just stared from afar, feeling conflicted on how to drop some bombsheels to the man who've been in the rehabilitation center for a decent amount of years.

after settling down, you three went to a restaurant where the kawata owns and ate a lot of yakisoba. chifuyu kept fidgeting with his fingers on how he was going to tell kazutora about takemichi and mikey and everyone else. that they're dead and he has no idea.

you saw his troubled eyes and reassured him, after all you were the one who insisted to keep it secret from him. if you did tell him God knows what kazutora would do?

"tora can we talk?" you softly said while both of you were resting in your apartment that day. he was eating chips while watching tv so when you he looked at you there was pieces of chips on his cheeks. you giggled a bit and swipe the chips away.

you looked him straight into the eye "im so sorry". suddenly, tears come rushing in as you reminisce the old days where everyone was happy, everyone was alive but it couldn't stay like that. a confused kazutora looked at you who was crying and put down the chips. he didn't said a word, silently asking what's wrong.

"it's.. it's takemichi and mikey. and draken. tora, tora they're all.. gone"

the apartment fell silent that both of you could hear the water dripping from the kitchen sink. "they're.. gone? but, but that can't be?" he questioned while his own tears start sweeling up.

"tora they got into a fight. everyone, mikey and such. takemichi tried to save everyone but he couldn't and he died. im so sorry, i couldn't tell you because you would do something and i can't-"

"damn it y/n at least tell me something! you said mikey was fine EVERYONE WAS FINE"

"I DIDN'T WANTED YOU TO GO TO JAIL KAZUTORA"

again, the apartment was silent. both of you had fat tears rolling from your eyes.

"if they send you to juvie you can still come back. if you did something and they catch you they'll send you to jail, tora. i can't do that"

tears streaming down, kazutora hugged you and both of you cried so much that day. kazutora has plans to meet with everyone but he was too late. acknowledging that, kazutora hugged you tighter if that was possible and cried harder. you silently comforted him. it was painful enough that he lost keisuke but losing more of his friends will take a toll on him. he grew gloomy over the days but one morning he woke up extra early.

"can we visit them?" he said.

you drove him to visit keisuke's cemetery first. there, he placed fresh flowers and paid his respects while being on his knees. you waited him in the car while he took his time having chats with his late friend. he would occasionally, smiled to himself almost like his friend was there to smile with him. your heart physically ached. then, you drove him to the sano cemetery. you could see kazutora trying to keep the tears at bay but he totally lost it when he saw mikey's grave specifically besides shin's and emma's. he fell down on his knees and cried so much you could hear his sobs through the closed windows.

he had told you prior that you do not have to be with him, that he needed time alone to cry for his friends that have left him too soon. so, you stayed silently in the car while hearing to your boyfriend's pleas and why's. a lot of "why did you do it" or "why can't you just settle down". he placed another fresh flowers on their grave and broke down again. the pain was unbearable at one point kazutora wondered did it had to go this way? could he have prevented this in some way?

with guilt he cried some more. he cried some much that day, kazutora forgot how to breath and his oxygen supply suddenly felt restrained. upon visiting, draken and takemichi's grave he sat there about an hour to talk to them. you heard yellings but most of the yellings were his regrets not being there to protect them.

"takemichi you dumbass" you heard that a lot and he said the same words with different voice tones too. angry, sad, amused. kazutora couldn't bring forgiveness for himself, that he was a horrible friend. he started to knock his own head on the cemented floor and that was where you draw the line. you slammed the car doors shut and stopped him but didn't spoke. kazutora was grieving and mourning but that wasn't an excuse for him to do this to himself.

"he would hate it if you did that, you know? takemichi would cry if he knew you hurt yourself because of him. mikey and draken would tease you for that. keisuke would knock your head you know?" you mumbled softly in order to calm him down.

"that would be much better i wanna hear their voices again y/n why does this have to happen?" his voice was desperate, filled with pain.

"that's what life is kazutora, people would die for each other. they care for each other so much, it's so beautiful and reckless. i wish we all had more time but unfortunately they had to go. it's life kazutora, everyone leaves one day" you said while longingly stared at takemichi's grave. you stroked kazutora's yellow highlighted hair to calm his sobs. later that day, you both came home and kazutora plopped down on the sofa. you observed his face and saw tear stains. sighing, you took a seat on the floor. it's been a long emotional day. it's been hard for both of you. you informed chifuyu about everything and he said he would come that night to comfort him more. you would do anything to lift his grieves but this one particular grief might never leave.

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hamatosami · 9 months

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Fire and Ice

Chapter 2

Notes: Thank you guys so much for your patience on this first chapter! I’m keeping the chapters for this book shorter so I can upload more often. I promise Raph comes in soon! Just wait ;) ❤️

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I walked to my apartment swiftly with a pit of excitement in my stomach. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a genuine friend to hang out with. Probably since high school. But taking into consideration I came from Florida, naturally none of my friends were here.

My mom begged me for months to not move here to New York, but I was longing to experience something different.

However the other main reason I moved was because Levi convinced me to come with him. He said our relationship would take a toll being so far apart, and I agreed with him at the time, but the more time goes on here I’m starting to see his manipulations.

I really thought I would have found my group in college, well now I’m a sophomore and it still never happened. I was super stoked to find out Sophomores could live without room mates and I took up the offer fast. And trust me when I say it was worth the extra money.

I used to be so friendly, some even called me a party girl. Now any moment I can have alone and away from everything I take it.

I walked into my apartment and received a welcome from my cat. This was my safe space. It wasn’t much, the sink barely worked half the time, there were cracks all over the ceiling and my neighbors were loud, but it was mine. I walked to the bathroom to take off my makeup. When I looked in the mirror, that’s when my heart fell to pieces. The bruise on my face was painfully way more obvious than I thought. It was more developed and purple.

Everyone in my classes today definitely saw it, including my professor who was always so painfully rude to me. I never understood why. I’ve made the Deans list consecutively since I’ve started here. I was always a good student.

I took a moment to observe my eye.

It stung to the touch. A tear fell from my eyes when I looked at the mess Levi created. I tried so hard to remember the incident but I didn’t. My brain now was trained to block out any memory of him hurting me. This was good for my sake. If he wasn’t the only person I had here, leaving would be much more simpler.

BUZZ BUZZ

Speaking of the devil.

Levi’s name popped up on my screen. This was the first time all day he tried talking to me all day. A simple press of the “F-you” button was enough for me.

I put both of my hands on the sides of the sink and I held in a cry. I was trapped and there was no way of getting out.

BUZZ BUZZ

Just as I expected. He was spam calling me. And he won’t stop until I answer. I’ve tried ignoring him in the past, but it either ends up when him at my door ready to hurt me or a call from the police.

There was nothing I could do to get away from him. I learned to survive by just doing what he says and pretending I enjoyed his company.

At least until I found a way out of this mess.

I sighed and sniffled. I pulled myself together fast. He didn’t deserve to hear me cry.

I regrettably answered the phone.

”H-hello?”

“Eve? Baby? Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you.”

Yeah right. Worried I’m going to call the cops probably.

”I’m fine Levi, please just leave me alone.” That was probably the wrong this to say. Any sound of irritation could lead to more trouble and my face couldn’t handle any more.

”Babe wait. Talk to me please.” His voice sounded sloppy like it did last night. He had to have been drinking again. Go figure. His tone gave me flashbacks. I felt my hand shake.

I needed to hold it together.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I said looking in the mirror. Maybe this time I could be strong enough to leave, but leaving could land me seriously hurt or worse.

”Yes there is. Look… I’m sorry okay?”

”Sorry doesn’t change the bruises on my face!” My voice began to raise.

”What are you talking about?” He questioned. He quickly dropped the innocent persona he was giving.

”You know what you did. Everybody saw it.” I said as a tear rolled down my cheek. I found myself holding my hand over my mouth blocking the sound of my cries.

God I hate confrontation. It felt so dangerous with him.

“Ugh! See Eve!! This is what I hate about you. You’re always making stuff up to make me feel like the bad guy!” He yelled.

Making stuff up?! I literally have a bruise on my face! Is he crazy?!

“Levi! I’m literally looking at the bruise on my face right now!” My voice became raspy.

“I didn’t even hit you that hard. You’re such a drama queen. This is why everybody hates you! You should be grateful I even put up with you. You’re such a god damn narcissist Eve!” Hearing his words again put a pit in my stomach. I knew deep down he was just manipulating me, but I couldn’t help the feeling that maybe he was right.

maybe I really was the problem.

He’s definitely left bigger bruises on my body than this. Maybe he just felt disrespected.

”You’re right…” I said in a broken tone. “I-I’m sorry.” I began to cry.

There was a long pause.

”I care about you Eve. I don’t want us to fight. Just please stop making me yell at you.” My mind went numb. I knew he didn’t care, but I was trapped. Who else did I have?

“I know. I’m sorry.” I said without any life to my voice. I clearly wasn’t sorry, at this point I just said anything to keep him calm and to keep him from banging on my door.

”Where are you? You’re not drinking are you?” I wanted more than anything to just get off the phone with this guy.

”No Levi, I’m home. You know I don’t like to drink. I need to go now. I’m tired and I’ve barely slept.” I lied.

“Okay then, just be careful. I love you.” Those words spatted out so easily for someone who clearly didn’t love me. It was the fineness to his voice that always stopped me in my tracks.

”I- I love you too.” Was this true? I don’t know. I did love him at some point, but how many hits to the jaw can you take before you lose all feelings?

I hung up the phone and fell back words on my bed. I looked at the pictures of my family hanging on my wall. I loved them dearly and I missed them a lot.

My mom is the most humble woman I’ve ever met. A cancer surviver who has been battling breast cancer for about 5 years now. Part of me feels guilty not being home, but doctors said she only has a few treatments left before she’s hopefully cancer free.

My dad is just as wonderful. He’s a youth councilor and helps young teenagers. He didn’t make the most money, we never lived lavishly, but he always worked hard to provide for our small family. He always made sure I was able to dance and do all the art clubs in my school and was my biggest supporter. He was at every single school event, art show, dance recital you name it.

I shut my eyes tight reminiscing of what use to be. I missed my friends, I missed my family. A tear rolled down my cheek into my ear. This isn’t how life is suppose to be.

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The next day arose. The sounds of sirens and car horns woke me up like clockwork. My cat was nuzzled in my armpit which was his usual spot. I gave him a pet and kissed his little forehead. I walked to my bathroom and began to brush my teeth and get ready for the day. I was beyond excited to hang out with April today. Her spirit was almost just as beautiful as she was. I just hope she likes me.

I sorted through my closet and landed on a yellow sundress with pink flowers. I loved dressing up. This dress always brought out the golden accents in my hair and made me feel like a princess.

I twirled around in my mirror. It’s been a long time since I’ve worn something nice. Levi never liked when I wore dresses in public because it was “too revealing”. My heart sunk at the thought of Levi.

BUZZ BUZZ

I unlocked my phone to see a message from Levi.

”Good morning baby.”

I left it on delivered unknowing if I wanted to respond or not.

It can wait.

I went into the bathroom to style my hair and do my makeup. I curled my golden hair and did a light wash of makeup. I used concealer to hide the bruise near my eye. Rosy cheeks and feathered brows always complimented my face. I added some mascara and lip gloss to my rose fleshed lips.

I looked at myself in the mirror again. Admiring my feminine features. I forgot how beautiful I could look. Before I moved here I would dress up almost every day. I was the girl who always wore skirts to school, who always had their makeup done and who decorated their notebooks.

Later on, I found myself so engulfed in Levi’s capture, that I truly lost myself in every aspect. I shook my head and tried to maintain myself.

Today was going to be a good day, I reminded myself.

I received a text from April and my face lit up.

”Hey girl! Just wondering if we’re still on for today. Meet me at the front of the school? 🫶🏼“

”Of course! I’m starting to head out now. I’ll be there in 15 :)” I responded. I got a little gitty inside.

I had a car, but manhatten was so crowded that driving at this time would be hell. I lived almost next to the campus anyways so it wouldn’t be a problem.

I locked my doors and headed out to see April. The city truly was beautiful. It had a magic to it that you couldn’t find in Florida. My heals clicked among the sounds of passing people and busy streets. Around me were people faintly speaking every language possible, leaving me in awe at the wonderful culture.

I arrived to the front of the school, where I had met April yesterday. I patiently waited for her arrival.

“Eve!” I heard a bright voice call. I whipped my head around and saw April shining brighter than the sun. Her essence radiates from every angle. She waved as she ran to say hi.

”Hey!” I said as she embraced me in the most welcoming hug.

“It’s so good to see you!” She said as if she’s known me for years. “Oh my god look at you! You look so cute!” She exclaimed.

Easy for her to say with how incredibly beautiful she was. She looked like a movie star. Her face was perfectly angled, skin smooth and seamless like porcelain.

”Stop it! You’re actually the sweetest!” I said.

I of course gave her a whole tour of the campus as we walked around talking and getting to know each other. I told her about my family and why I moved up here to pursue journalism.

She told me of her life living in New York and through the loss of her dad. My heart sank because I wouldn’t know what I would do if I ever lost my family.

We finally made it to the coffee shop. It wasn’t a fan favorite of the students because it was small, run down and had a limited menu. But it was quiet and became a great place to get away and study outside of my apartment and to stay away from Levi when I needed it.

”Eve! Darling how are you doing today?” The store owner knew me very well because I of course was a regular customer. He was another reason I loved coming here.

”I’m doing great Mr Francisco! This is my new friend April. I may have told her you guys have the best chai around.” I winked.

”Ahhh don’t worry. I will make you the best chai in all of Manhattan.” He said in his beautiful Italian accent. “And for you my dear, you will try it for free.”

April lit up in her charming beauty. She was a gracious character for sure. Her energy I admired.

”Thank you so much sir.” April thanked with her hand on her heart.

”And the usual for you my dear?” He said to me.

”Of course! Thank you!” I said to my dear friend.

”Ahhh don’t you worry Eve I will put extra extra salted caramel for you.” He said practically dancing away to his latte machine. He made our drinks with absolute love and we made our way to sit.

Mr Francisco always used antique China imported from Italy. His tables were rustic and his chairs were always super cushiony. This coffee shop was like a second home.

”He is the sweetest man.” April said leaning over the table. Her voice was almost as angelic as her face if that’s not weird to say.

“He really is.” I sighed. I was a girl of a few words. I hadn’t had any healthy interactions in almost 2 years. This was hard for me.

”So can I ask you something personal?” She asked getting closer to me and lowering her voice.

”Of course!” I said. I took a sip of my chai too early because it slightly burnt the tip of my tongue.

”You haven’t mentioned one thing about Levi at all today.” She said disheartened.

My heart hurt thinking about it. Surly I didn’t want to put all the pressures of my abusive boyfriend on this poor girl our first night hanging out. I decided I wouldn’t go into much detail, but still be honest with her.

”Well umm. He doesn’t really treat me very well.” I said uncomfortably.

Aprils face softened with concern.

”What do you mean?” She said as she took a sip of her tea.

”He umm is kind of… abusive.” I said as my stomach tied in knots.

April almost choked on her tea. She put her cup down flabbergasted.

”Eve. Darling. I am so sorry. Are you okay?” She said almost breaking a tear.

“I mean yes, but no.” I said shamefully. “After the way he beat my face in the other night all I want to do is leave, I’m just too scared.”

I unfortunately ended up telling April everything about me and Levi. About how he kept me from having friends. His emotional and physical abuse and so on. I was insanely shocked at how much she listened and wanted to help me.

“I would have never guess you were going through all of that.” She said. “And on top of that your mom is battling cancer.” She said as we got up to leave the coffee shop. We walked outside and a slight chill came upon us. It was starting to get dark out.

”It’s okay. I want to leave him I just don’t know how. I don’t feel safe.” I said.

“You know I have my own place if you need to stay with someone. It’s a little further from campus, but if you don’t feel safe you could always come to my place for as long as you need.” She said as she walked aside me.

”Really? You would do that?” I stoped walking for a moment. This girl really was so kind and charitable. She was everything I’ve always wanted to be, if not better.

“Of course! Cmon I’ll walk you home.” She said.

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Slipping Through My Fingers

Dark Road

Happy Father’s Day

Y!Xehanort & parent OC

A very sappy Father’s Day Special.

Based on this alternate universe ( @kingdom-hearts-last ). If you notice any canon divergence, that’s why.

Nara has been trudging through the streets for a good while now. It had been only hours ago that they had been sent here along with Darkness. With the gate locked on both sides, there was no way to get back home. Not that there was much to return to. Their brother had used an ark to escape to the future along with Nara’s significant other, their Union had died out, and their master had perished in the Keyblade War.

After more trudging they sat down near a door leading to the local orphanage. Before they could take a moment of rest, a woman frantically ran up to them. “Please help me. He’s not safe with me.” Nara looks to the bundle in the woman’s arms. It was a baby boy fast asleep.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m not stable enough for a kid.” Nara tries to reason with the woman, only for her to push the bundle into their arms. “Please, kind stranger. He’s better off with you.” She rubs off leaving Nara confused. They look down at the blanket holding the baby. A name was embroidered on the edge.

Xehanort

Nara takes the baby, escaping to a new world. It was new, mostly because of how empty it was. Using their keyblade, they built the new world from the ground up. Beaches full of golden sands and clear water filled the empty void. Fish filled the oceans. It was a beautiful world, one day they would be called the Destiny Islands.

Along with the world, the keyblade also created housing for the wanderers who may appear there in need of shelter. Nara goes to one closer to the beach, heading inside. They go into one of the bedrooms, seeing a bassinet near the wall. They gently place Xehanort in the bassinet before heading back to the living room.

Taking a seat on the couch, Nara allowed themself a moment to take everything in. Having left their homeworld, loosing everyone they loved, a child showing up, and the creation of the islands. Everything took a toll on their mental state, they fall asleep on the couch.

Nara wake up a few hours later. They how dark is was outside. Xehanort had woken up to, screaming at the top of his lungs. Nara quickly rush to Xehanort’s room.

Nara gently picks up Xehanort, gently rocking him. Xehanort calmed down, snuggling closer to Nara. “Aww, you were just lonely? Me too, bud.” Nara whispers. Xehanort falls asleep against Nara, his tears staining Nara’s shirt. Nara takes him to the other bedroom, resting him down on the bed before retrieving the bassinet, bringing it into the room and setting it near the side of the bed. Nara places Xehanort back into the bassinet before taking a seat on the bed.

After a moment of rest, a portal opens up near the wall. A bright red parrot flies out. “Sheesh! Took me forever to find you, kid.” Iago says as the portal closes. Nara shushes him before pointing to Xehanort fast asleep. “So the kid’s got a kid.” Iago says, flying over to Nara and perching himself on their shoulder.

Nara takes a breath. “He’s my responsibility, Iago. I just hope he’s not going to suffer the same fate as I did.” Nara says, wrapping their arms around their knees. “I wish I had Chirithy here. She’d know what to do.”

After a flash, the aforementioned Dream Eater showed up on the bed. “Oi.” Chirithy says, loosing balance, landing on her bum. “I would have been here earlier, but you’ve traveled here through space and time. It takes Chirithy’s while to catch up when you do that.” Nara chuckles, gently scratching the creature’s head. Chirithy nuzzles into Nara’s hand. “Sorry about that, Chirithy. I’m staying here.”

A few years down the line, Xehanort was 4 years old and Nara had grown into parenthood. Xeha was outside playing with Iago in the yard when Chirithy appeared before Nara in the kitchen. “Nara, we need to have that talk.” Chirithy says as she tries climbing up onto the chair. Nara helps her up before sitting down on the chair right of her.

“I know you never wanted this for the kid, but I do sense the legacy of the keyblade in him.” Hearing those words hit like a semi truck. “But that’s impossible. I got rid of Darkness.” Nara starts spiraling. “I could be wrong, Nara. I’m hoping I am.” Nara wasn’t hearing Chirithy as they feel the world closed up around them. “There should be no Darkness. There should be no need for him to have the power of the keyblade.”

As that was happening, something tried forcing it’s way out of Nara, scaring Chirithy. Nara falls to their knees, a shadowy figure crawling out of them. Nara holds their head in their hands, ashamed of themself and what they just released. Chirithy looks up at the new creature.

It was a tall figure. It was covered in shadow with a large heart shaped hole on its chest. It didn’t have legs, but three chains hung from it. In its right hand, it held a staff carved at the top to look like a heart. Around its neck was a copy of Nara’s star necklace. It quickly leaves the scene, leaving a curled up Nara on the floor.

Chiririthy gets off of the chair, crawling into Nara’s lap. Chirithy curls up on Nara’s lap. This was a thing Chirithy had done ever since Nara’s first big adventure and they got overwhelmed. Only, this time was worse. As Chirithy curls up in Nara’s hold, she notices that Nara’s heart had weaken.Nara gently holds Chirithy close. “Thank you, Chirithy.”

Chirithy looks up at Nara. “Your heart-” She gets cut off. “As long as my son is ok, I don’t care about what happens to me.” Chirithy understood what Nara meant, and decided not to press on.

Years afterwards, Xehanort had grown up to teen age and Nara has begun to notice just how strong his heart was. They had already told him about the Keyblade legacy and how he’d have to carry it on. To do so, Nara had decided to let Xehanort go to Scala ad Caelum to study under the supervision of another Keyblade Master rather than teaching him themself.

The two (along with Iago on Nara’s shoulder) were outside of the school. Nara was in a grey coat, covering themself from head to toe. The two share a last hug before Xehanort heads into the building. A bright light replaces Nara’s body from under the cloth, following Xehanort.

Iago, now holding the cloth, flies off into the distance.

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