#but we grew up and grew apart and suddenly our needs changed

[papercorgiworld]

I don't want you to be my girlfriend

Blaise, Mattheo, Enzo, Tom, Theodore and Draco

There’s a big misunderstanding concerning your future together. 

Warning: no warning, just a very fluffy fluff thingy

This was brought to you thanks to this request, but I must apologize I changed some details, but I guess the essential plot is stil there. If you spot an error that hurts your brain, let me know and save another reader. And as per usual, my darling readers happy readings! I love you all, big time!

“When we graduate things are going to change. I have big plans.” You hear your boyfriend’s voice and feel yourself get all giddy, convinced that you are part of these big plans, but suddenly you stop in your tracks. “I mean (y/n) isn’t going to be my girlfriend forever.” Next, there's silence. “Are you sure?” You hear Pansy ask and with a pounding heart you listen to your boyfriend’s answer. “Yeah. Never been so sure of anything in my life. She won’t be my girlfriend for long anymore. Things change.” 

Without making a single sound you turn down the stairs of the astronomy tower. Tears streaming down your face. You were so in love with him. All the two of you did lately was talk about your future together. When did he stop loving me? Did he ever love me at all?

The next morning you looked like crap. You looked like someone who had been crying all night, which is exactly what had happened. So you skipped breakfast and just went to class where you spent your time staring in front of you and avoiding your boyfriend’s gaze at all costs. He watched you from a few seats away. When he grew inpatient waiting for you to look at him he enchanted a little note and sent it to you, but to his horror you just looked at the folded paper laying on your desk without opening it, before returning to look at the professor. 

He truly doesn’t know how you managed to, but after class you just disappeared. He had immediately gotten up and walked towards you and yet you had somehow snuck past him through the other students. He picked up the unopened note he had sent you and felt his heart ache. First you didn’t show up at the astronomy tower last night, then you skipped breakfast and now you were obviously avoiding him. What did I do? I hate it when I don’t know what I did? Bad joke? Forgot about a date? Salazar, what if I did something so bad that she’s breaking up with me? 

He had searched every nook and cranny of the castle to find you, which was quite a lot of work, but to no avail. I don’t even know where she’s hiding? Have we somehow grown apart without me even noticing? I’m such a shit boyfriend, I’m gonna lose the love of my life.

Defeated, he walked back to the slytherin common room when one last possible hiding spot came to mind. How did I not check there earlier?

Blaise

There you sat curled up doodling in your journal, back resting against the whomping willow. “Really not the safest spot to be. The tree gets mad from time to time.” He startles you and for a moment you stare at him with wide eyes, before relaxing. As soon as you process that it’s Blaise you roll your eyes. “Oh, really? After seven years at this school I really had no clue.” Your sarcasm is almost like venom and makes Blaise’s smile disappear. In silence he joins you, sitting too close to your liking so you move an inch away and he lets his head fall back in annoyance with your childish behavior. “I have no idea what I did, but I’m sorry, I always am when I hurt you.” His voice is soft and his hand reaches for yours, keeping you from scribbling in your notebook. 

You shake your head in disbelief. How could he be sorry, when he was planning on breaking up with you. You feel tears welling up and grit your teeth in an attempt to hold them back. “When we talked about our garden together, which plants and trees we would prefer and that there needed to be a little bench… I thought you meant it. I thought you really wanted that with me.” At your words he moves a bit away from the tree to face you properly. “I do. I do want all of those things. You know that. We were just talking about our future together yesterday morning. What makes you think I wouldn’t want that with you?”

Your eyes are angry. How dare he lie like this. “I heard you last night at the astronomy tower. You want to break up with me. You had big plans and I wasn’t going to be your girlfriend anymore.” Blaise stares for a moment, before chuckling and looking away. “Unbelievable, you seriously had me worried for a moment.” All your anger subsides and confusion takes over, eyebrows knitting together. “You won’t be my girlfriend forever, (y/n), because I have other plans for you.” Blaise explains, but you still don’t catch on to what he’s hinting at. “Darling, I bought a ring.” Your eyes widen and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. “That’s what I was talking about. I showed it to everyone last night.” With shaky hands you put your notebook aside and move a little closer to your boyfriend. “An engagement ring?” Blaise nods and smiles as he adores your utterly confused face. “After we graduate, on a random date, when you don’t see it coming I’m gonna pop the question.”

Even though you were sitting in front of him he’s still surprised when you suddenly wrap your arms around his neck. “Spoiler alert, I'm gonna say yes.” You whisper all giddy and he responds by hugging you tighter than ever. Gods, I hope so, because I really love you.

Mattheo

Mattheo sighs, relieved that he’s finally found you. Sitting against the whomping willow with your knees pressed against your chest and headphones on, probably listening to the same four sad songs on repeat. He watches you from afar for a moment as he worries about what’s gotten you so upset and worse why you haven’t come to find him for consolidation yet. Even when you were angry with him you came to him to figure it out. You rarely closed yourself off for so long as you had done today and it frightened Mattheo. 

Quietly he walks over to you and as soon as you spot him you turn to look away from him, making Mattheo almost reach for his chest. He decides to lean against the tree next to you, giving you some space as you’re still sitting curled up on the ground. The silence between you two is excruciating. Soundless tears run down your cheeks as you realize that this might be the last moment between you two. As painful as the silence is, Mattheo wants to give you time to start talking, it’s only when he hears you sob that he loses his patience and immediately gets down on his knees next to you. He takes off your headphones and looks at you with soft eyes. “I beg you, please, talk to me.” His fingers brush your cheeks and you savor the moment of his touch, before speaking up.

“It’s cruel Matt, making someone believe in a future together, while you’re planning a break up. I mean who does that. Yesterday morning we were arguing about marriage or kids first and in the evening you’re telling everyone that you don’t want me to be your girlfriend.” A pathetic sob escapes you and Mattheo opens his mouth, but you cut in before he can say anything. “I still love you, you know. I still want that future with you. Did I scare you away or something?” Mattheo’s heart squeezes at your painful sobs. Scare me away? How can you think of something like that? “No, no, you could never scare me away.” Mattheo wants to hold you, but you softly push his hand away. “Then tell me, what did I do wrong? Why are we breaking up?” Mattheo stares at you in disbelief, not following at all. “We aren’t. We’re never-” 

“I heard you, Matt, last night at the astronomy tower. I heard you say that I wasn’t going to be your girlfriend for long.” Something changes in the way Mattheo looks at you, but you can’t quite capture it, he looks almost disappointed. “Wow. Definitely not how I planned it, but okay.” Mattheo says dryly, but also amused. There’s this sweet mischievous glimmer in his eyes that calms you, but also has you frowning. He searches in his pocket, obviously being enchanted, it takes him a while to find what he’s looking for and you stare at him in confusion as he makes a funny face. “Matt-” He shushes you and you study him carefully as he moves from sitting on both knees to resting on one knee, before pulling out a tiny box. 

“If it’s up to me, (y/n), you will no longer be my girlfriend, because I want you to marry me.” You quickly shake your head and sit up a bit straighter to check if you’re really seeing what you’re seeing. Slowly, his free hand reaches to open the flannel ring box. “So (y/n) (y/l/n), will you marry me?” Your mouth opens as you stare at the ring, before looking at Mattheo whose smile is filled with love. You nod, ignoring the elegant and shiny ring, you lunge towards him and he wraps his arms around you. He quickly closes the box to keep the ring safe, before kissing you passionately. When you break apart, your foreheads rest against each other. “The answer’s yes by the way.” You whisper with flustered eyes. Mattheo licks his lip, smirking at the beautiful fiance in his arms. “I assumed that much.” He said, eyes shining with happiness. “But, dear future wife, don’t you ever assume silly things again, like maybe me dumping you. Never going to happen, understand?” Sheepishly you chew your lip, embarrassed with your own dramatics. When you nod, his smile grows brighter and leans in for another passionate kiss. 

Enzo

As soon as Lorenzo spotted you, he came running towards the whomping willow, though carefully watching the tree so as not to get attacked by it. You were just laying on the ground staring up at the sky and the tree, but you knew Enzo was coming your way. You had been together for so long you could hear it was him just by his footsteps. You took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the weight on your chest, knowing that your relationship would all be over soon. With a happy smile Enzo’s face comes into your view as he stands next to you looking down at you. “Found you.” He quips rather proud of himself and you snort. Joking before breaking up that’s just rude. Did our relationship really mean nothing?

When Lorenzo notices your displeasure with his presence he kneels down next to you. “Everything alright?” He asks with a soft, worried voice as he scans your face for any hints. You chew your lip for a moment before sitting up, eyes wandering around, avoiding Enzo. “I really looked forward to it.” Enzo frowns and sits down next to you, his arm brushing yours. Before he can ask for an explanation, you continue. “Cooking together every evening. Going to bed together. Waking up and arguing in the bathroom, but making up at the breakfast table. You were going to make that boring adult everyday routine fun, you would make everyday worth it.” Lorenzo drops his head, looking down. She’s breaking up with. He heard you struggle to keep yourself from sobbing and looked back up.

He wasn’t just gonna let you break up with him. He grabbed both of your hands and pulled you towards him, now your teary eyes were forced to meet his. “Darling, whatever dumb thing I did, I love you too much to have done it on purpose, so please just talk to me.” You narrow your eyes at him, confused by what he was saying. You sniffle and he wraps an arm around your head pulling towards him, forcing you to rest on his shoulder for a moment. “Please, don’t break up with me.” Your boyfriend whispers, before placing a soft kiss on your temple. You pull away and look at him. “I don’t want to break up with you, you’re the one that’s done with our relationship.” Enzo’s eyes widen and his mouth drops a bit. “Wha- why? Why would you say something so ridiculous!” He sounds almost angry with you for suggesting something so outrageous. 

You frown and bite back. “Don’t play dumb, Berkshire! I heard you last night at the astronomy tower talking to all your friends and Pansy, who’s my friend by the way, about how I wasn’t going to be your girlfriend for long anymore. Hah!” You point at him, thinking you’ve cornered him, figured out all his lies, but he doesn’t look impressed at all. “Oh right, right… but tell me, darling, if I’m planning on breaking up with you then… uhm, why did I spend a ridiculous amount of money on an engagement ring?” With one swift move he presents you a small velvet ring box and judges you, before quickly tucking it back into his pocket. Your mouth just hangs agape as you watch him put the ring box away. “Miss I-have-it-all-figured-out, do you have any other crazy assumptions? Maybe you think I bought that for one of my other girlfriends-” You give him a soft push and he smiles at your flustered face.

“Break up with you? Have you lost it? Gods, I’m marrying an idiot.” Lorenzo laughs and pulls you onto his lap. You’re still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Enzo bought an engagement ring. “Marrying an idiot? Enz, I haven’t said yes.” You say, attempting to sound composed and he grins at you. “That’s because you haven’t seen the ring, yet.” You snake an arm around his neck. “So show me.” You brush your nose against his and he smirks, happy that you're eager to see the ring and say yes. Enzo steals a tender kiss from you before moving his lips to your ear. “I don’t think so.” You look at him with curious eyes and he explains himself. “I have this whole thing planned and it’s already bad enough that you know I’m going to propose. I don’t need you knowing about anything else I have in store for you.” Merlin, I love him. Desperately your lips crash into his, passionately kissing your future husband as he holds you tight.

Tom

He studies you from afar as you focus on your journal. He adores your elegant figure, small against the great whomping willow. He approaches you with a featherlight step and you don’t notice him until he speaks up with a serious tone. “You had me worried. Disappearing for a whole day.” Your heart jumps as his sudden presence startles you and you quickly close your journal. When you look up he notices your exhausted eyes and crouches down to your level. His fingers brushing your jawline before grabbing a hold of your chin as you try to turn away from him. With a firm grip he forces you to meet his eyes. “Have you been crying, dear?” Your eyes go dead at his question. “Don’t pretend to care. I know you’re breaking up with me.”

Your voice is cold and your words catch him off guard, dropping his hand and studying your face. “When we talked about traveling the world, I thought it was going to be you and me. Searching for the boundaries of magic, you and me… always.” His face goes cold as tears visually well up in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re breaking up with me. I don’t understand. I thought we were happy.” Now you can no longer hold your tears back, instantly your hands cover your face and Tom grits his teeth at the sound of your sobbing. “Enough.” He says sternly, grabbing your hands and making you look at him. “I don’t know what’s gotten into your silly little head, but I’m not breaking up with you, not now, not ever!” 

He can spot a glimmer of hope in your eyes at his words and he sighs. “Quite to the contrary, actually. I’m planning on spending the rest of my life with you and I want to make it official.” You swallow and shake your head a little as you remember last night's words. “But- but I heard you talk yesterday evening… you said I wasn’t going to be your girlfriend forever.” Tom’s lips form a line and he cups your face, thumbs brushing over the stains of your tears. “You should know better than to eavesdrop. You missed out on a bit of context.” Your eyebrows knit together. “You’re not breaking up with me?” With a soft smile he shakes no. “I missed out on the context?” Tom nods and you feel yourself relax. “Okay.” You whisper and you lean towards Tom so he can embrace you. With your head pressed against his chest you wonder. “I don’t get it, what context?” Tom smiles to himself. “You’ll find out soon enough.” He pulls away a little so he can place a tender kiss on your soft lips. I can’t believe she almost found out about the proposal. If she had seen the ring last night the surprise would’ve been ruined. 

Theodore

You were trying to focus on the book in your hands, but you had to reread every sentence twice, because your mind kept going to Theodore’s words. Frustrated with your incapacity to read, you sigh and look around taking in your surroundings, it’s then that you spot Theo slowly walking in your direction. “Here it goes.” You mutter to yourself as you mentally prepare yourself for a painful break up. “Where have you been all day?” Theo asks, noticing you looking at him. You shrug, not in the mood for small talk. “Here.” You say dryly and Theodore’s tongue darts around in his mouth as he tries to figure out what’s going on. “Why did you ignore my note?” You look away from him. Can’t he just cut to the chase. 

Again you shrug, eyes still staring into the distance. Theodore raises his eyebrows, a little annoyed by your attitude. “Okay, princess. I’ll play.” He goes to sit opposite of you, giving you all his attention, but you snap your head towards him at his words. “You are unbelievable, Theodore Nott!” Your loud voice makes Theo clench his jaw. “Right back at ya, sweetie.” He’s annoyed, but he tries to stay calm, seeing how upset you are. “Don’t ‘sweetie’ me, Nott.” You snare. “I know you’re here to break up with me. I heard you talking at the astronomy tower last night. I know about your big plans that don’t involve a girlfriend. So you can scurry off now. I’ll be fine.” Theo opens his mouth before closing it again and chuckling softly. You frown. “This isn’t funny.” You say, clearly hurt by his lack of emotion. You reach for your book to hit it against his arm, but your boyfriend ceases the opportunity to grab your wrist and pull you closer to him, much to your dislike. 

“It’s funny, trust me.” He whispers, chuckling as he closes the space between you two. “I’m not gonna scurry off, princess, and I’m not breaking up with your dumb ass.” You try to pull your wrist free. “I heard you say-” Theo snakes an arm around your waist to keep you close, before interrupting you. “You heard what exactly?” You fall silent and look up at him with watery eyes. “Because I’m not breaking up with you, I love you a little too much and I’ve invested a bit too much money in an engagement ring. So you and I, we’re not breaking up any time soon.” The sadness in your eyes is replaced by surprise. “Engagement ring?” You whisper barely audible and Theo nods softly, eyes focused on yours. “So did you maybe hear me say something like : she’s not going to be my girlfriend for long?” He leans closer to you, eyes moving between your lips and your eyes. “Because you’re not going to be my girlfriend for long, since you’ll be my fiance soon and then-” Your lips crash on his and his hand moves to your head as he kisses you back passionately. “I’m an idiot.” You whisper between kisses, only making him kiss you harder. “Yeah, you are. You’re lucky you’re cute.” You frown and he chuckles. “I love you.” 

Draco

With closed eyes you enjoy the sounds of nature around you. “Hey!” You recognize your boyfriend’s voice and turn to see him walk up to you with his usual flair, though carefully watching the whomping willow afraid of what it might do. You turn away from him, not ready to face him after hearing him talk about breaking up with you last night. “What’s got you hiding out here?” He watches you with crossed arms and you chew your lip, fingers playing with the grass by your side. You were rarely this distance and he gets more worried. He decides to sit down next to you. “If something’s wrong you can tell me.” You’re surprised by the softness of his voice and turn to him. His heart breaks a little when he notices your puffy eyes, but he stays quiet, waiting for you to tell him what’s going on.

“I feel stupid, Draco.” You confess and he frowns at you, before you continue. “I- I just thought that when we lay in bed discussing the interior of our mansion that- I guess I believed that you really wanted that. You really had me believing you wanted that future with me.” Your boyfriend’s face goes paler than it usually is, but you don’t notice the horror in his eyes. “I respect your choice and I won’t make any drama, but I want you to know that I really wanted that… a future for just the two of us.” With those words you get up, feeling tears well up. “What?” Draco almost yells as he instantly gets up after you. “You can’t break up with me.” He grabs your hand and you look at him, confused at his words. “I’m not breaking up with you, you are breaking up with me.” Your explanation almost hurts Draco’s brain as he tries to make sense of what you’re saying. “No. No. Why would I break up with you?”

You press your lips into a line as you now notice how utterly confused he is. Your eyes rest on his hand holding onto yours, he didn’t want you to go anywhere. You look up at him, frowning. “But I heard you… last night… you said that- that I wasn’t going to be your girlfriend forever. Pansy asked if you were sure and you said yes. I clearly heard you say that.” Draco seems to relax at your words and a soft smile creeps up his lips. “Oh, love.” He lets go of your hand, before taking a step closer so there’s only an inch between you two and slings his arms around you, hugging you as he softly chuckles. “I’m not breaking up with you.” The calmness in his voice convinces you of his sincerity and you feel all the pain and tension leave your heart, making you blink away soft tears of joy.

You enjoy his warmth and hug him back, but after a moment your mind goes back to last night. “But then, what were you talking about?” You move away from him as you feel a bit of doubt make its way back to your heart. Draco tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and adores you with the sweetest smile on his lips. “You won’t be my girlfriend for long because I intend on marrying you.” Your eyes widen and you feel the purest form of happiness rush through you. “Marry me?” You whisper in surprise, not really believing what you had just heard. “Yes and I’m sure of it.” An intense blush forms on your cheeks and your eyes get sparkly as a soft laugh of joy leaves your lips. “I love you, Draco Malfoy.” He kisses tenderly, before locking his eyes with your and wiggling his eyebrows. “I love you too, future Mrs Malfoy.” You laugh and bite your lip. “I like that.” Draco pulls you closer, happy to hear your approval. You break a passionate kiss when your mind starts wondering again. “When are you asking?” You ask with a cheeky smile and Draco scoffs at your question. “I’m not telling. It’s already bad enough you know that I’m gonna ask.” 

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[spdrwdw]

can u write something abt miguel and the reader being childhood best friends but they grew apart and then met again years later and get together?

Of course! I have been planning on making a series based on my childhood friend headcanons

Art By Shuploc

Pairing: Miguel x F!Reader

Warnings: None, no use of y/n. Warnings will change throughout the series. Each part will have their own warnings

Summary: You and Miguel were childhood bestfriends. You two did everything together, one never without the other. That is, until you both headed off your separate ways. Now, you move back to New York and bump into him. Will your old friendship with him continue? Will you get any closure? Also, who is this Spider-Man you keep running into?

A/N: So I am finally getting around to writing my childhood Miguel fic/series! I don't have a set number of parts this will be. Nor do I have a timeline of when I'm getting each part out as I am also going to be working on requests. But, I will put up a post for when I have a new part coming out a few days prior. This is going to take place in the future when you and Miguel are older. There may be flashbacks and I will be using my headcanons as inspo. POV will change from Miguel and reader. This is the prologue, giving us a little snippet of reader and Miguel when they were teens.

Word Count: 829

☆ Prologue ☆

Masterlist, WWWY Masterlist , part 1

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"Hey, remember when we used to play pirates over at the jungle gym?" Miguel asked you as you both swung on the swings of your childhood playground.

You smiled and nodded your head, your mind drifting off to the wonderful memories of when you were both kids, playing with the other neighborhood kids. 

“Of course I do. I was only the best thing ever!” You laughed as you continued to swing. 

“The slides were our ship and the monkey bars were the only way to get to and from land. It was great, honestly,” you reminisced. 

The sun was beginning to set, and Miguel couldn’t help but to stare at you for a moment as the sunlight caught your profile. And Miguel was in complete awe. They way the sun seemed to just glisten your skin, giving you such an angelic glow that he suddenly felt unworthy of. It made his stomach turn a bit. 

He had been harboring feelings for you for quite some time, and he knew that if he didn’t confess them to you now, he knew he never would. 

“Hey..I know this is gonna sound crazy, but, I want to tell you something,” Miguel started, suddenly feeling very nervous. 

You looked over at him, a smile on your fine. “Hmm? What is it?”

God, that smile. It made his heart skip a beat every single time. He could stare at it forever. He wanted to. 

So badly. 

And yet…

“N-nevermind. It’s nothing,” he shook his head. 

You raised a brow at him. “You sure, Miggy?”

Damn, that nickname. Only those closest to him were allowed to call him that. However, hearing you saying it tugged at his heart a certain way. 

“Y-yeah. I’m sure,” he assured you, looking down at his feet as he continued to swing. The fact that the swing was able to hold him was a miracle. He had a huge growth spurt in high school that he stuck out like a sore thumb. Many thought that he was a basketball player with how tall he was. However, he was too bulky to be playing basketball, so he took on football instead. Not something he was planning on continuing on with. His passion was science. 

“It feels so surreal, doesn’t it? In a few months, we’ll be going off to college. You better text me, Miguel,” you told him, a pout in your face as you looked over at him. 

“Me oyes?” 

“Yeah, I hear ya,” Miguel chuckled, nodding his head. Of course he would keep contact with you. 

He then looked back down as he stilled himself on the swing. He really needed to tell you before it was too late. It was already too late. You two were headings off to different universities. You’d only see each other during holidays and summer break. But, it could still work out, right? 

Well, he’d have to tell you first. 

And he was already chickening out. 

You two had been through so much together. Had done so many things together. You were his best friend and he was yours. Since kindergarten, you two were inseparable. You were both each other’s first in..a lot of things. You had your first kiss with him. You were his first crush, and you both lost your virginity to each other. That..that was an experience. 

Miguel didn’t want to say goodbye. He didn’t want to let you go. But, such was life, right? Plus, you both promised to keep in touch. 

And you both were good about keeping promises. 

Or so Miguel thought. 

“Come on, Miggy. We should start heading back home. It’s getting late. And we need to be up early for tomorrow,” you told him as you let your feet touch the ground, putting your swing to a stop before getting off. 

Miguel followed suit with a nod of his head, swinging himself as high as he could before jumping off, landing on his feet with a thud. 

“You’re gonna mess up your knees,” you tsked at him, shaking your head as you began to make your way along the dirt path that led to the neighborhood sidewalk. 

“Eh, I’ll be okay,” Miguel chuckled as he waved you off.

You both walked side by side, hands teasingly brushing against each other. Fingers threatening to intertwine. You looked up at him, and he was already glancing down at you. You never spoke about your relationship. What were you two, exactly? It wasn’t just friendship anymore. But, neither of you managed to bring it up. You wondered what his thoughts were. 

Miguel walked you up the steps to your house, standing in front of you, hands stuffed in his pockets as he shuffled a bit. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he told you. 

“See you tomorrow, Miguel,” you replied with a smile just before Miguel leaned into you, capturingyour lips in a kiss. 

Possibly what would be the last kiss you’d ever receive from him.

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[pleasingforharry]

Hi!! Could I request a one shot with H in his New York denim outfit from this year where the reader is totally obsessed with how he looks and she gives him head before he goes on stage and after the show is done he needs her so bad so they have the most amazing sex? If you feel like writing something along these lines that would be so great. Your works are amazing! Thank youu

Yesssss

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Blood Orange was currently performing as he played on the intercoms backstage. Harry and I watched him for a while in secret, even though we caught some cameras pointed at us, before Lambert scolded Harry to get changed.

We held hands as we skipped down the halls of Madison Square Garden, enjoying our temporary stay at the venue. I was joining Harry for his shows in New York before I’d head back home to LA for work. It worked out because we’d be apart for a little while until he was also in LA to wrap up the American leg of the tour.

“Okay, hurry up and change before I get blamed for your tardiness,” I laughed as I pushed Harry into his dressing room, keeping my eyes away from the outfit laid out for him. I liked to be surprised by seeing it when it’s already on him.

“You can always come in and watch me,” Harry winked as he stood on the other side of the door. I slowly closed it with a shake of my head. “You sure? I’ll let you undress me and everything.”

“Yeah, and then you’ll definitely be late on stage because you have the horny tendencies of a caveman,” I joked, shutting the door completely. “Hurry up!” Harry groaned dramatically before whining a childish, ‘fine’.

I ended up in a conversation with some of the crew that had passed by. They were all so kind and I couldn’t help but thank them for allowing us to use their venue and invite all of Harry’s wild fans join us.

In the midst of telling them an old story from the last time we were at MSG, I felt a pair of hands tightly grip my hips and lift me off the ground.

“Y/N L/N!” Harry yelled in my ear, causing a squeal out of me. The few crew members who were standing with me laughed and excused themselves back to work.

I was about to turn around and hit Harry in the chest, but he stopped me by wrapping his arms completely around my waist and stuffing his head in my neck.

“In my dressing room, first,” he whispered. I nodded and led us into his room, eager to see yet another wonderful tour outfit. I waited patiently as one of his hands went to shut the door and lock it behind us. “Okay, ready, baby?”

“As always,” I exclaimed, rubbing my hands together. I heard Harry walk to stand in front of me while his hands circled my hips, probably nervous of my reaction. He took my opinions very serious, for some reason. But he should've known by now that I loved everything he wore.

He sucked in a breath and said, “Open.”

I did as told and immediately gasped at the sight in front of me. My jaw fell agape as I unashamedly examined the outfit he was wearing. What immediately drew my attention was his exposed chest from his open vest, which is my favorite genre of tops Lambert puts him in. And the material of denim and rhinestones within the entire outfit was the cherry on top. As well as the actual cherry on the back.

My eyes wouldn’t leave his prominent abs as he laughed at my choked up words. “Cat got your tongue, baby? How do I look?”

“Very hot,” I blurted accidentally, before clearing my throat. “You look great, Harry. I love it.” A wide smirk grew on his lips as he took a big step closer so our chests touched. I tilted my head up at him from his hovering height.

“What else?” He cocked his head, teasingly, to the side with a shit eating grin.

“What do you mean? I like it, a lot. Your fans are gonna go crazy on Twitter,” I boasted.

Harry suddenly grabbed my jaw to turn my head to the side and his lips brushed my ears. It caught me off guard as I gasped under my breath. 

“Tell me what else you’re thinking, baby.”

The cold metal rings around his fingers squeezed against my jaw, bringing a hot stinging feeling. I bit my lip for a moment, but his thumb tugged it out, waiting for a response.

“I... uh... you look very... sexy, and I know everyone is gonna be drooling when they see you tonight,” I added, running my hand shyly down his chest. He slowly brought my face in front of his and our lips brushed each other. I felt his hot breath groan softly as his other hand squeezed my hip.

His eyes were hooded and drunk as he looked down at me. “Y/N, what else? What does this outfit make you want to do to me? Talk to me, baby. I want to know.”

I was never the dirty talking type, and I hated when he tried to bring it out of me because I always ended up feeling embarrassed. He loved to tease the blush that arose on my cheeks and force my eyes on him when I couldn’t hold that contact for long.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do to him. Sit him down and take his cock deep in my mouth. But I couldn’t just say that.

“Well, I want to... kiss you?”

An amused brow lifted as Harry smirked. He was just going to have to work with what he got.

“Where?” He asked, grabbing my hand and bringing my fingers to his lips. “Here?” I shook my head and flickered my eyes lower.

“Down there,” I whispered. Harry walked backwards, leading me to the couch against the wall. The sly smirk wouldn’t leave his lips as he nodded.

“Why don’t you just show me then?”

That I could do.

“Okay, sit,” I pushed his chest and he fell back into the couch. He stretched his arms down the length of the couch and spread his legs wide so I could slot between them. 

I dropped to my knees and began unzipping his pants while my eyes fixated on his chest. His abs were prominent, and I couldn’t help but lean forward to plant wet kisses along each muscle. Harry clenched from the feeling and it shot down to his hard cock, suffocating in his pants.

“Take me out, baby. It hurts,” he groaned, shifting in his seat. I blindly stuck my hands under his boxers to pull out his thick cock while brushing my lips along his warm stomach. I kitten licked and kissed his fern tattoos, before sucking harshly. “No marks.”

“I know,” I responded, pulling away and looking up at him. “Wouldn’t want everyone to see, right?” Harry smirked and nodded.

“For your eyes only.”

When I released Harry’s cock from his pants, he gasped at the cold air hitting his tip. He bit his lip and groaned softly. He was painfully hard, so I knew I could get him off quickly and out on stage before anyone came looking for him.

“Think you can take care of me before I have to go?”

“Is that a challenge?” I cocked my head to the side as my hand started to slowly stroke his long length. He sucked in a harsh breath and shook his head.

“If I wasn’t already thinking about feeling the back of your throat earlier, it would be.” I laughed and leaned closer to lick his cock. The underside of my tongue smoothed along and heated his tip, and I earned a soft ‘fuck’ from it.

Harry’s head lolled to the side as his chest heaved, trying his best not to buck his hips in the air. We both knew I loved to tease him by slowing down my movements, like my strokes and flat tongue licking up his length.

My lips puckered to kiss his tip, before I slightly opened my mouth to suck some of him in my mouth. His eyes darted to mine and his breathing stopped to watch carefully.

“Good girl, keep going,” He sighed as my head moved down to swallow more of him. I felt his girthy size slide against the walls of my mouth until it found my throat. I was caught off guard by a sudden gag, and Harry moaned loudly. “Fuck! Yes, yes, baby. Please.”

I pulled back slightly to breathe through my nose and tried it again. I sucked in my cheeks and swirled my tongue against his cock. His hands gripped the top of the couch to hold back from grabbing the back of my head and pushing me down like he usually did. He wanted to tease himself.

My head bobbed for a while and my hand joined to stroke him when he left my mouth. My other hand had found his balls and caressed them before giving them soft squeezes.

“Again, baby,” Harry mumbled as his words were getting mixed with rough groans. He was a raspy breather when he was in pleasure, so hearing him moan as well was my own nonverbal praise.

I did as he asked and fondled with his balls before trailing my sharp nail to outline their shape. Harry squirmed from the sensitive feeling, and the warmth of his cock deep in my mouth.

“Can I move in you, baby? I can’t sit still anymore,” He asked as more of a warning that his hips were threatening to move. I let his cock slide out of my mouth, but my hand continued to stroke him.

He bucked his hips as the cold air hit him again. I giggled and looked up at him with doe eyes. His head dropped down to watch me and my hand while a wide grin spread across his face.

“So fucking gorgeous,” He sighed, before biting his lip. 

I created spit in my mouth, and we both stared at it slowly drool from my puckered lips to his tip like come. My tongue spread it around his length, before I swallowed him back in my mouth. When my eyes met his, I nodded shortly for approval for him to thrust into me.

Harry wasted no time in reaching for the back of my head with his hand and lifting his hips from the couch. I relaxed my jaw and concentrated on my breathing as he repeatedly hit the back of my throat. My hands landed on his thighs to steady myself, and I dug my nails into his skin as he reveled the slight pain they caused.

“Yes, yes, yes, Y/N. Fuck me,” He whined drunklike, pounding his cock into my mouth without any remorse. It was hot, he was hot. He was puddy in my hands, and we both knew it. I moaned loudly around his cock, sending vibrations to his most sensitive point.

I lifted my tongue slightly, from where it rested at the bottom of my mouth, to rub against his thrusts and felt the burn of his fast speed. His thighs were tight from his contracted muscles pushing himself up. They were thick and hairy, and one was covered with a tiger tattoo that was usually ridden on by me. 

It became a tendency to kiss his thighs because of how obsessed I was about them. That’s why sucking him off was my favorite because they were both situated right beside me.

“I’m close, baby, so fucking close,” Harry panted as he got sloppy and inconsistent with his thrusts. He was getting tired and sensitive that I started to bob my head to finish him off. I hollowed my cheeks in and brought my hand back to stroke him. He had stopped his hips to let me take over again. “Just like that, Y/N. I’m gonna come so hard, baby.”

His balls were heavy as I toyed with them again. I pulled his cock out slightly so he wouldn’t shoot down my throat. I liked to swallow his come on my own and taste him on my tongue. My hand moved faster and my lips suckled on his tip. 

Harry’s head tossed back as his mouth fell agape and let out a raspy moan. Soon his come shot out his tip and his cock shriveled soft. I pulled him out and licked the corners of my mouth to make sure I swallowed all of him. 

I waited until he came back from his high to open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He leaned forward to rest his elbow on his thigh while his other hand grasped my jaw. He looked down my wide throat and smirked. 

“Good girl, baby. Did such a good job for me.”

I blushed and bit my lip shyly. He chuckled and moved to stuff his cock back in his pants. He looked freshly fucked as a layer of sweat formed on his forehead and exposed chest. His hair fell over his eyes as he looked down at what he was doing.

“You’re so hot,” I whimpered, feeling my panties dampen. “I need you.” Harry’s eyes met mine, and they were full of lust. His dimples poked out as he smiled at me. He leaned forward again so our noses touched.

“When I get back, I want you ready to take my cock,” He whispered before kissing me harshly. I smiled and nodded when he pulled away. He chuckled and kissed me once more. “I can’t get enough of you, baby. I’m gonna be so horny on that stage thinking about you that I’ll have to grind on the mic stand to relieve myself. And you’re gonna watch me, Y/N. How turned on you make me.”

“Or maybe it’s your own songs that are turning you on,” I shrugged.

“I couldn’t write Watermelon Sugar without becoming addicted to eating your cunt, now could I?” He argued. “I’ll be looking out there for you. And don’t touch yourself. Understand?” I nodded again.

Harry kissed my forehead before running out his dressing room. He gave me one last glance and a slight shake of his head. I was confused with what that was about, but just brushed it off and got into my outfit for the night.

-

He was serious when he said he was horny. Harry wouldn’t stop moaning and teasing himself with the mic stand. The screaming fans wanted him so bad, and I could only watch from afar with a proud smile on my face. None of them knew that their idol had his cock down my throat earlier, and soon to be deep in my cunt as soon as the show was over.

After Harry did the whale and threw up a peace sign, he stared out at the crowd and caught his breath. He blew out many kisses and turned to run off the stage while accepting numerous gifts. I watched him leave from my section, but stayed to listen to the rest of the band finish Kiwi before leaving. 

I returned to Harry's dressing room, but as I rounded the corner, he was already at the door, about to open it. His eyes darted to me like a predator, sending shivers up my spine.

“Hey, rockstar. The show was amazing as always,” I exclaimed as his smile grew wide.

“Thanks, baby. I saw you dancing like crazy,” He teased, grabbing my hand and shoving me inside his room. I yelped and was about to scold him for making me about to trip, but I was stopped by a pair of lips. My back slammed against the closed door, and his hands moved frantically under my black lace tank top.

I moaned within the kiss and snaked my arms around his neck. My exposed stomach met his and we both were wildly warm. 

“I saw what you were doing on stage,” I whispered as I pulled away from his lips. He grew a smug smirk and lifted a brow.

“Yeah, what was I doing, baby?” He asked, traveling his hands to my ass, covered by my red jeans, and squeezing as best as he could due to the material. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but his tongue immediately darted out and circled my own. He moaned and rutted his core with mine. “God I’m so high on adrenaline right now.”

“Please,” I whined, tightened my arms around his neck to bring him closer, if that was even possible. Harry chuckled and started blindly walking backwards. My eyes were fluttered shut as I was brought back into another intimate kiss.

We eventually returned back to the couch we were busy using pre-concert, and Harry turned us around so that I was pushed down first. I laid the length of the couch, but he immediately followed suit on top of me because my arms wouldn't leave his neck. And we were both desperate for our lips to meet once more.

“You never answered my question, baby. What was I doing on stage, huh?” Harry questioned in my mouth, slowly rolling his hips against my cunt and harshly breathing after each.

“You were teasing yourself.”

“How? What was I doing?”

I groaned when his lips left mine to nip at my jaw and suck an eventual mark. “The mic stand.” I couldn’t fucking speak with his newly hard dent in his pants roughly bucking against me. He was moving faster, and so was his breathing.

“Y/N, tell me. What was I doing to the mic stand?” He pulled his face away to meet eyes with me. His arms were planted next to both sides of my head so I felt very trapped under him. I liked it a lot. “Go on, baby.”

I sucked in a breath and nodded. “You were… uh grinding on it and…”

“And what?”

“You were getting hard. And moaning,” I finished, dropping my eyes down from his intense eye contact. I still felt the sly smirk grow on his lips as his hips slowed down, teasing both of us even more.

“Yeah, I was. God I was so hard, baby,” he moaned, craning his neck down so his lips met my ear. “And guess who I was thinking about.”

I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to say it. I was blushing drastically, and when he chuckled in my ear, I knew he was enjoying me getting shy. He gently kissed my ear then behind it, before sucking a mark. His hips picked up their speed, causing both of us to moan.

He wanted me to take his cock out of his pants. My hand slid between us, trailing my nails along his chest. His hips paused but his lips sucked harder, sizzling his teeth to create a bite mark. It felt so good.

“I bet you’re still wet from earlier, Y/N. You need me, don’t you?” He groaned at the thought. “I told you to be ready for my cock after the show. You better hope you are, for your own sake.”

I bit my lip to contain the loud moan I wanted to let out from his words. My hand blindly unzipped his jeans and searched for his cock over his boxers. It was very hard and sensitive because he suddenly jumped from the contact.

“I’m so ready for you,” I whimpered as I squeezed him, and my other hand left his neck to slide his vest off his shoulder. He caught onto what I wanted and shook it off completely and tossing it to the side.

He pulled his head back to brush his lips over mine and groan in my mouth. He tugged my bottom lip between his teeth as his hips rutted against my hand. I giggled softly, but it turned into a gasp as one of his hands found my neck to grab.

“I can’t wait to ruin you all over again,” He whispered, squeezing the sides of my neck and smirking at my words getting caught in my throat. “Are you gonna be a good girl at let me ruin you? Ruin your cunt?” 

My head nodded rapidly in desperation. He could do anything he wanted to me, at that moment. “Please,” I begged, squeezing his cock again. His eyes fell dark, and I couldn’t break the hard contact he held us in. 

“Need to undress you first, huh?” He suddenly sat up on his knees and looked down at me, the vision of pure sex. Naked chest, layered with sweat and hard pants from all the adrenaline. His hair was matted from being pushed back throughout the whole show but now curled over his forehead. 

His hands trailed up my thighs, scratching at the thick material of my jeans, until he reached the waistline and found the zipper. He swiftly unbuckled me and snaked my jeans off my legs. They were pointed to the air, and Harry took each leg to spread and examine.

“So pretty,” He mumbled to himself, before leaning forward to press his lips to my calves. “and so soft, baby.” He let out a long groan as his hips pushed against my center, causing my legs to attempt to close. His arms circled each to part them farther, and his eyes wandered down to my stained panties.

“Harry,” I sighed at each kiss to my legs. His attention wouldn’t leave my wet spot as his lips traveled lower to my inner thighs. I already had faded bite marks from him, not too long ago, which made him smirk and circle his lips around the spots. 

His fingers looped around my panties and he backed away slightly to slip them off my legs. My hips lifted to help him before he crumbled them in his hands and hummed. “You won’t be needing these for the rest of the night,” He smirked down at me.

The cold air of the room found my naked core and I shivered from the shocking pleasure. I bit my lip and threw my head back. “Touch me, please,” I begged Harry, yearning for him inside of me.

“Of course, baby. Anything for you,” He cooed, letting my legs fall on both sides of him and bend at my knees. He slid down so he could rest on his stomach and be found between my legs. His eyes locked with mine as his plush lips kissed both sides of my inner thighs. I whimpered and reached for the back of his head.

His tongue poked out and he hovered over my cunt with hard eye contact. I waited impatiently, but he didn’t move. “Fuck,” I whimpered as my hips snapped up on their own and connected his tongue to my cunt. I gasped as he immediately darted himself inside me and curled against my walls before kissing my entire cunt and doing it again.

One of my hands gripped his hair and tugged to pull moans out of him. My other slapped over my mouth to contain my uncontrollable yelps. Harry paused and extended one of his arms to me, holding up two fingers. He motioned for me to suck on them instead, and I gladly did. I grabbed his wrist and cried out around his fingers.

His tongue was doing wonders on my cunt. Thrusting and circling inside of me, before trailing up to my clit and flicking harshly. 

“M-m-more,” I stuttered, and it came out as a muffle around his fingers. He switched to sucking on my fold and clit, finally bringing me close to my release. He could tell without me having to say it as my hips moved on their own and rode his mouth. “I... fuck, Harry.”

I whimpered as his tongue left me and his fingers slipped out of my mouth. He sat back up on his knees to shake his jeans off his legs. He was basically throbbing against his boxers as his hand groped his cock to relieve himself.

“Take your top and bra off,” He demanded with his head tossed back in pleasure. I did as told and slid my lace top off, and unlatched my bra from myself, throwing them both to the side. My breasts laid flat but plush against my chest, and my nipples instantly hardened from the whiff of cold air.

Harry finally stopped torturing himself by taking his boxers off and letting his cock slap up against his stomach. He groaned and grabbed himself, stroking his long length, and his jaw fell agape.

I leaned on my elbows to watch him, and our eyes met suddenly, both of us smiling. “Ready, pretty girl?” I nodded desperately and bucked up my hips. He chuckled and brought his cock to my opening, lining himself up. 

His hands found my hips as he suddenly snapped his cock inside of me, both of us gasping together before moaning in relief from finally having each other like we wanted. Harry didn’t wait before pounding recklessly into me. 

My breasts jumped from the intensity of his thrusts, and one of my hands found my left to grope and flick at its nipple. I sighed and sucked in a breath.

“Yes, fuck!” Harry groaned, watching our centers meet as I clenched around him, already feeling close to my release. “You’re so tight, baby. I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

My hands found his biceps to grip and dig my nails into. I cried out and tossed my head back into the armrest. I was slowly being pushed up the couch from the intensity of his thrusts. I watched his hips roll, and the outline of his prominent V-line, turning me on even more. He was so fucking sexy.

“Whatcha look at, baby?” I heard him chuckle over me, mixed with groans. I glanced up at him with rolled in lips, and he leaned forward to hover over me. His face came close to mine, our foreheads barely touching from my body moving under him. “You look so fuckable under me, just like this. I can’t stop all the thoughts of what I want to do to you right now, Y/N. I’m trying so hard not to—”

“Ruin me... please,” I begged through staggered breaths. “Just, fuck me harder, Harry. I need it so bad.”

Harry’s eyes suddenly darkened. I couldn’t process what was happening by how fast he moved. He flipped me around on my hands and knees, still holding a tight grip on my hips, and giving me a second to steady myself.

He held his cock and pushed himself back in me. I gasped and dropped my head down. I felt the pleasurable burn of his grip holding my hips as he drilled faster into me. One of my hands came around to pull my right ass cheek apart and felt a new sensation. 

Harry moaned, “Such a pretty cunt, Y/N. I love it, I love you so much.” My back arched deeply as my teeth sunk into my forearm. I was getting close, but I didn’t want the pleasure to end.

He continued to pump his cock into me, twisting his hips slightly to change the angle and hit the spot he knew all too well. A loud moan escaped my mouth from the first thrust to my g-spot. “Yes, Harry!”

“I know, baby. Only I know your sweet spot, huh?” He sighed, slightly slowing down his movements to cherish the tightness of my walls clenching around him. “You’re close, I can feel you about to pop.”

“Yes, fuck, I am,” I nodded, mustering up the strength to look over my shoulder and meet eyes with him. His jaw was tight and tilted up, and I wanted to lick up his neck, mark it with all my love bites. 

His thrusts became sloppy as his hands ran up my spine. His body suddenly fell on top of mine, his chest against my back, and my ass cheeks snapped louder to his hips.

I felt his hard breaths against my neck as his face snuggled itself in my shoulder. He pressed delicate kisses, even though his thrusts were anything but that. His hand came around my body to find my clit, and his sole finger rubbed circles. 

“Don’t, don’t stop, Harry,” I moaned, rutting into his hand. 

“Never, baby. I can’t ever stop,” He panted, biting down on my shoulder and fastening the circles on my clit. He eventually slapped it and sent a shock all through my body, causing my walls to clench around his throbbing cock. He gasped and did it again to gain the same reaction from me.

One of Harry’s legs slightly lifted off the couch to change the angle once again. I began to sweat from how long and how intense his cock pounded into me, reaching all different kinds of places inside of me. I hummed and met his thrusts by pushing my ass back against him.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck, Harry,” I whimpered, feeling my legs grow weak as they began to shake. “I can’t hold myself.”

Once again, Harry’s cock left me and I was flipped around to my back. His chest met mine as he laid on top and slipped himself back in easily. His face found the crook of my neck and his hands gripped my hips before he was back to pounding at a faster pace than before.

“I’m right behind you. I’m gonna fill you up so much, and you better make sure you keep all of it inside until we get back to the hotel,” He whispered in my ear before kissing behind it. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist, and my heels dug into his ass cheeks. I felt each time he clenched to push himself into me.

“Are you going to let me wear my panties again?” I asked boldly, even though we both knew the answer. He chuckled into my neck, and blatantly ignored my question.

His hand found my clit again as I stuttered my release coming. “How does it feel? Hmmm? Gonna come around me?” My head tossed back as my nails dragged down his back. “Let go, Y/N. I got you, baby, I got you.” I squeezed around his cock and felt the pop in my stomach as I released. I moaned out his name and held him tighter.

“Shit, my fucking god, Y/N,” Harry groaned, bucking his hips into me once more and keeping himself as deep as he could. His voice was raspy and deep in my ear, instantly turning me on again. His release quickly followed suit, and he pumped a few times to push his come deeper. 

Our breaths fell in sync as we waited for them to slow down together. Harry unintentionally rutted in me again, causing both of us to gasp. “Shit sorry,” He mumbled, pulling his head back to find my lips. “Your walls are so fucking tight still. I could fuck you all over again,” He whispered before he enveloped us in a passionate kiss. My hands ran up into his hair and tangled my fingers in his curls.

Harry slowly pulled himself out of me and I whimpered at the lost of contact. He chuckled and toyed my tongue with his, capturing us in a steamy make out session.

Post-show sex. Adrenaline. Sweat. Moans.

I love it.

-

oh my ...

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[axcel-lucci]

Death will never keep us apart.

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Note: established relationship, also... Slight... Angst?

"You can do it, (y/n)!" Bepo encouraged as he held her hand

It reassured her through deep pushes just to push their son out of her body.

"(Y/n)! One more, I promise this'll all be over soon!" Law said as he was the one aiding her.

"If fucking 47 hours in labour is 'soon', I'm fucked!" She yelled as she basically death gripped on Bepo's paw making the poor bear cry a little on the inside.

After all that, the baby was safely delivered.

She could could feel herself slowly getting weaker as she breathes I'm air.

"Hey..." Law called as he pulled of his gloves and his mask, "you did great..."

He kissed her forehead, "don't worry... They're taking care of the baby, cleaning him up and feeding him... Bepo, can you go and get the other bed ready?" Law said as he held her hand in which she weakly gripped unto.

The bear nodded and left, but not without taking a peak of the cute baby boy.

"Hey" he called, more sternly now, "are you alright?" He asked, worryingly as he checked her pulse.

Her pulse was gradually starting to get weaker, and weaker as she breathes heavily.

"(Y/n)..." He called, no response.

He called again, still no response until he felt the pulse suddenly disappear

"(Y/n)! No!" He yelled before holding unto her tight, "please...!"

...

"What... Where...?" (Y/n) muttered before looking around to a white void she found herself waking up at.

She remembers giving birth and...

"Am I..."

"Yes, you are dead." Someone with a smooth voice said behind her as she turned around to see an angel smiling down softly at her

"What... No. No! I can't!"

...

"(Y/n)! Please, please, please wake up!" Law begged as he did all procedures he can think of just to have her heart beat right back.

The crew held on to the now sleeping baby in their arms, afraid that if they handed him the baby... He'd lose himself.

....

"What do you mean? Your life has come to an end, is it not?" The angel smiles with its voice, "is it not enough rat you have successfully delivered a baby boy, changed his father's life for the better, and found a family...?"

"No. It's not enough. I grew up without a mother, I... Don't even know who my mother is... I don't want to come a time when... Even my own child doesn't know who I am. And Law... My husband... He... He lost so many... I promised him I'd stay by him until the end-"

"This is the end." The angel said, almost annoyingly, "your end, that is"

She frowned, "no. Bring me back. Now." She demanded, "my baby... My husband..." She grumbled, "I can't leave them. I don't want to leave them."

"But this is your fate, the fate that our creator has written for us..." The angel reasoned

"No. I do not accept this creator. I do not accept whatever fictional stories they're writing. I do NOT accept whatever they do. What, are we all just a doll to them??" She questioned

"That's not-"

"Shut. Up. We are not dolls, I am a mother and a wife. You are an angel. Not puppets and specially not dolls." She growled, "either you bring me back or you'll have to drag me kicking and screaming to the depths of hell"

"Angels don't go to hell..." The angel cried a bit before sighing deeply; "you know... When the creator said you'd be resisting... I didn't expect them to mean... This..."

"Well guess what, I won't be resisting if you bring me back. My husband is waiting for me, he cannot raise a child because he himself is an inner child... And it's my job to protect my children." She huffed

The angel just stared before sighing, "you seriously are a crazy woman... Most, if not all, the people that die come willingly... But you... You're different... I guess that's a mother's love... Huh?"

She just stomped her foot, "bring me back or I will seriously inflict irreversible damage to you and your piece of shit morals."

"Woah! No need to get so verbal...!" The angel gasped, "okay...! Okay...! I'll... I'll send you back..."

"That's what I thought."

"Gosh... The creator is so gonna scold me..."

...

"(Y/n), please...!" Law yelled as he kept giving her CPR

"Captain..." Shachi said, "I think it's.."

"No! She's not dead...! I know it!" He yelled before turnin to his crew, will visible hurt and anger in his eyes but tears kept spilling out, "get me a fucking blood bag instead! And make sure it's her blood type!"

"Y-yes sir...!" The crew nodded as Ikkaku held on to the sweet baby boy, unaware of what's happening around him.

He turned back to (y/n) only to slowly cup her cheeks with his hands, they were shivering... Trembling...

One would think a surgeon's hand would be steady and precise but...

His hands were shaking as he cupped her cheeks and desperately called out to her in almost a ragged whisper, "please... (Y/n)... Come back... I can't raise him alone... I can't raise our baby alone... I can't... I can't live without you... Please..." He begged while softly yet shakily kissing her in hopes that she wakes up, "... Please" his voice quivered.

He slowly starts to lose hope and accept her death, "please... Just... One more time... Please..." He cried.

The stoic and cold demeanour washed away by the fountains and rivers of his continuous tears.

Law kissed her lips, softly yet shakily before one of his hand hold hers in a tight grip, "please..." He muttered, "please wake up..."

A few moments later and he felt her hand twitch making him gasp and stand up straight, he could feel her hand grip his again as she tried her best to open her eyes only to close them back up from exhaustion.

One of his crew finally came back with a blood bag and law immediately hooked it to her, "(y/n)...!" He slowly smiled before she lifted a hand to his face.

Her hand missed when she tried to hold his face due to the haziness of her vision, "Law..."

"Rest up, my love..." He said before wiping away his tears, "and as soon as you wake up, you can see little Cora." He smiled before kissing her forehead

"Law... You bastard..." She laughed weakly, "I still don't appreciate the literal hours of my labour."

"I know... My love... I promise, I'll take good care of you and the baby forever. Just tell me what you need, I'll give them to you"

She smiled, "give me a kiss... Please?"

"Yes..." He smiled before kissing her.

...

She slowly woke up to the smell of isopropyl alcohol and anesthesia as it slowly wears off.

She ground before lifting a hand to rub her eyes open.

"Dear...! You're finally awake" he smiled brightly as he stood beside her bed and helped her sit up

"Ow... Ow..." She groaned, "is this fucking normal?" She frowned as he massaged her body

"Yes... It is."

"Dammit... I'm so not having another child." She huffed while crossing her arms

"Aww... But I want three children..." He pouts cutely making her huff

"Yeah yeah... Me too" she grumbled, "wait...! What happened to baby Cora?!"

"Shh... Here..." He smiled and motioned to a small hospital bed meant for babies beside him.

He slowly took the baby to his arms, supporting the places he knew needed to be supported and hands it over to her.

She gladly took the baby into her arms as he sleeps peacefully in a blanket Klione knitted for him.

"Oh... Law..." She smiled as she stared at the literal "copy, paste" of law and his child, "I'm upset how he looks so much like you and yet I'm the one who almost died"

"Come now..." He muttered and hugged her waist, "I'm sure he has your traits." He smiled before kissing her shoulder, "and... Thank you"

"For what?" She looked at him with a small smile

"For staying... I thought you were gonna die, too..." He mumbled

"Law..." She smiled before kissing his cheek, "fun fact, I grilled that angel right open as he tried dragging me off to the afterlife"

Law laughed softly, "so... Even death won't keep us apart, no?" He smiled.

"I guess it is..." She chuckled, "also... It hurts like literal hell, law... Can I have at least some pain meds??"

Law chuckled before nodding, "but you can take them later after eating..." He kissed her forehead, "I love you so much..."

"I love you more..." She smiled and kissed him.

He smiled before kissing back.

#random #night thoughts #trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x y/n #one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law smut #one piece law #law x you #op law #op.law

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Welcome Home

Prompt: Okay! You gonna love this A sandwich.... between....*drum rolls* Mike and Touch Starved!Will … They both brothers, and Mike is a horn dog, while after 3 month parted Will needs a hard release after a stressful business agenda😘😘

Summary: while your one roommate is away, things get steamy with your other roommate. it just so happens that the roommate who was gone comes back while you’re fooling around with the other one. this is fun.

Pairing: bi!Mikey x unnamed OFC x bi!Will Shaw

Warnings: dom x switch x switch, f2l, threeway, p in v sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside (on, uhh both ends), grinding, little bit of degradation, implication that Mikey came in his pants while OFC was grinding on him once, my first time writing a threeway, me picking up a wip after moooonths and a very draining semester, hints at a possible polyamorous relationship?, rules of physics? is this even possible? we don’t ask these kinds of questions here sir, the female character is not described beyond having “grip-able” hair however you want to define it, for the sake of not being called inclusive enough for a reader i chose to make her an unspecified OFC

Names used: bunny, good girl, sweetheart, slut, good boy (Mikey), sir (Will)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed your prompt a little bit. I didn’t really feel comfortable writing them as brothers, so I made them all roommates. Thank you so much @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @littlefreya and @luna-aestas for helping me when i got stuck or felt it sucked. You girls are amazing ❤️ not beta'd much. Typos we're going down swingin'!

Word count: ca 4k

Title: Welcome Home

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It started as roommates. As a guy in his junior year, with friends mostly in higher semesters, Will was suddenly left with an empty apartment and a rent that was far too high to handle all by himself. 

That’s when I came into play, a little freshman who happened to not have gotten a dorm room on campus. It was especially convenient since I got a job at the little café just across the street once I was accepted into college. The wage was just enough for rent and food and I was lucky my parents still supported me.

A few weeks into the semester, another boy joined our little arrangement. Mikey was trouble, which, in a way, was good because that meant he was rarely home. He was always out partying, slept during the day, and missed most of his courses. But at least that meant it was quiet when Will and I  had to study or do homework.

That was two years ago. The three of us have become close friends, almost like family. The boys grew protective of their little barista, who would bring them their favorite coffee whenever I came home. They were almost like big brothers. Well… Almost.

Will has finished his bachelor’s by now and is currently building his own startup, while part time working on his master's program.  So he’s still living in the apartment with the two of us.

Well actually… not right now. He had to go away for three months. Something to do with his business, I can’t really remember. 

Three months alone with Mikey have been... interesting, to say the least. And fun. Lots of fun. Take that however you want.

Right now, we're lounging on the couch, watching some silly movie. I couldn't tell the name even with a gun to my head. It’s late, and Mikey's soft, but progressively more daring caress is using up all the focus I can muster. His hand snuck into my shorts and is squeezing my buttcheek. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper and press my thighs together. He does it again, drawing the same reaction from me; except this time, I bury my face into his chest. I can practically feel his smirk and look up to glare at him. I don’t even meet his eyes before his lips catch mine in a sloppy kiss. 

In a scramble of arms and legs, he pulls me to straddle his lap, his hands kneading my ass while mine paw at his chest and neck, tug at his hair, and grip his shoulders. It’s messy. It’s clumsy. It’s desperate. I want more. I need it. I need to be closer, need to feel him everywhere. 

I start grinding my hips into his crotch, feeling him grow. His hands on my hips urge me on, but instead of speeding up, I slow down. Giggling and out of breath, I break the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, remember last time? Not gonna happen again.”

Mikey huffs and rolls his eyes. “That was one time!”

Laughing, I shake my head and lean down to kiss him again. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, my hips, then sliding up my back underneath my shirt. With skilled fingers, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my arms. As it falls between us, I take it and blindly throw it into the room behind us. Faintly, I hear it hitting the floor before my attention focuses on Mikey’s hands sliding up my tummy and letting his thumbs brush over that spot on my ribs. 

I gasp and grind my hips down harder, making him chuckle. In response, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging and sucking on it a little before releasing it. Can’t have the boy think he’s got the upper hand in this.

But he still thinks he does. His hands find my tits, and the triumphant grin on his face…

“Oh! Your nipples are hard! Is this turning you on, baby?”

Ugh! That boy! 

“No, Mikey. Obviously not.” I roll my eyes and snort. “And what about you? I’m sure you find it absolutely terrible to have me grinding in your lap, hm? As hard as your cock is.”

“Hatin’ it.” He grins and pinches my nipples. “You know what I’d like better?” He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “If the two of us got naked.”

“Hm, yeah… Now that you’re saying it… that does sound like a good idea.”

Scrambling to my feet, I’m quick to slide down my jogging shorts. I’m about to take off my shirt, when Mikey gets up and stands right in front of me… Entirely naked. Damn, he’s quick!

“Lemme do it?”

I just nod, lifting my arms to assist him, but of course, he takes his sweet time, letting the tips of his fingers glide up my skin underneath the fabric. Of course, he has to squeeze my tits when he reaches them, but he lifts the shirt over my face too quickly for me to glare at him. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though. Once the shirt is off my body and Mikey sees my face, he can’t suppress a chuckle and quickly kisses the tip of my nose to make the glare disappear. To his credit, it works. A hot flush gathers in my cheeks, and I quickly turn around, searching the room for… Damn.

“Be right back,” I tell Mikey over my shoulder, taking off my panties to toss at him, but I’ve already dashed through the door before I know if I hit him or not.

Not even a minute later, I come back to the living room, finding Mikey still where I had left him, with my panties in his hands, grinning to himself, most likely proud of himself for getting me to soak them that much.

“What do you want with that?” he asks once he notices I’m back, eyes on the towel in my hand.

“Well… I thought that Will would appreciate it if he didn’t come home to cum stains on the couch.” I shrug.

“Ohhh, yeah… Probably.”

He takes the towel from my hand and puts it down on the couch, then sits down on it. Mikey pats his thighs, signaling for me to sit, but I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh!” He grins sheepishly, realizing what I’m looking at and quickly tosses my panties to the floor. He doesn’t even manage to pat his lap again before I climb on top of him. With one hand on my hip, the other on my neck, Mikey pulls me closer until my lips meet his, and the length of his cock rubs against my pussy.

I start to grind my hips into him, throwing my head back at the friction. I feel Mikey’s breath heavy on my neck, then his soft lips on my tender skin. His hands grip me tighter as I move on his cock, pulling my hips deeper into him. By now, the hand he had on my neck has wandered to the back of my head, tugging at my hair to keep my throat exposed to his kisses. I’m sure my neck will be covered in hickeys tomorrow. There’ll be bruises on my hip, too. Fuck! The thought of carrying his marks makes me even wetter. 

“Bunny, I need you,” Mikey pants against my neck. I nod, and he lets me go, so I can sit up. He grips his cock to guide himself in as I hover above his lap, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Just a second.”

Oh… yeah… Mikey and tits, how could I forget? With my chest on eye level, of course Mikey has to bury his face into it, peppering kisses all over my boobs, sucking and biting at my nipples until I’m a whimpering mess, swaying my hips in the search for friction, inches away from his cock.

“Okay, ready.” He grins, his free hand coming up to my hip to help me ease down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No matter how many times we do it, I’ll never get used to his size. The delicious stretch of being seated on him all the way has me panting.

“Good girl.”

“Mhh.”

For a moment, I just sit there, resting my head against his shoulder while feeling him pulse inside me. I smile against his skin when he begins to gently stroke my back. His hands shift down to my waist when I start to roll my hips slowly. He squeezes my hips, making me lift up and brace myself on his shoulders. 

Gasping, I relish in the feeling of his cock stroking every spot inside me. I go faster. Harder. His hands shift even lower, grabbing at my butt and guiding my movements. 

"Fuck," we sigh in unison, before breaking in a fit of giggles. With heaving breath, I smile at him, wiping a strand of sweaty hair from his brow before cradling the back of his head in my hands, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back instantly, tongue swiping along my lower lip to request entrance. Opening my mouth for him, I let his tongue explore my mouth, sucking on it and trying to fight for dominance. We both moan into the kiss, the movement of our hips growing more sloppy, rushed.

"Hey, uh… Oh."

We jump at the familiar voice. Wide-eyed, we turn towards the door, where we find a very flustered looking Will. The thud of his bag hitting the floor makes my eyes snap to his hand that dropped it, then the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Once my eyes find his face again, I can spot the hint of a smirk playing around his lips.

"Uhm." Mikey's voice is a little shaky. I feel him twitch inside me. I look back at him, raising my eyebrows in question. He gives me a nod and grinning, I nod back. 

"Will! C'mere." I turn towards him and gesture for him to come closer. He hesitates for a moment before finally taking determined steps towards Mikey and me. 

Standing in front of us, Will leans down to meet my face. his hand reaches up to caress my cheek and I lean into it, missing the gentle touch when his hand wanders down. I gasp when I feel his fingers lightly squeezing my throat, my eyes fluttering shut when he gets even closer. His kiss is still rougher than expected, his tongue claiming dominance right away. I feel myself clenching around Mikey’s cock, a new wave of wetness soaking his lap. Will breaks the kiss way too soon. I try to chase his lips as he pulls back, but he keeps my head in place with his hand around my throat. Smiling while I pout at him, he turns to Mikey.

“Has she been good?”

I feel Mikey shuffle to sit up straighter. A moment passes before he can answer, stunned and with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes.” Another moment before he adds an uncertain “...sir?”

Will just nods before finally sitting down right next to Mikey. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me too?”

All I can do is bite my lip and nod. As a reward he grabs my neck again and pulls me in for another deep kiss that leaves me breathless.

Feeling Mikey’s cock twitch inside me, I start grinding on him again. Hot breath against my ear and suddenly there is a pair of lips sucking on my neck. I whimper against Will’s lips when Mikey starts to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin below my ear.

Once Will allows me a moment to breathe again, I kiss my way down to his neck. It’s so much rougher than Mikey’s, the well grown out stubble leaves my lips tingling. I feel him turning his head and his Adam's apple bob against my kiss. At first I think it was to give me better access, but from above me I hear the unmistakable sound of a hesitant but needy kiss. 

Are they- ? Oh fuck, why is that so hot?

Mikey must have felt me squeezing around him because a moment later his hand that was still on my body pushes me to adjust on his cock by the small of my back, nudging against that spot, making me gasp. Being so focused on the changed sensation inside of me, I haven’t even noticed how my nails have started to dig into Will’s chest, until I hear his groan. It wasn’t a pained groan, more like he was enjoying it. Maybe even a little too much. I took that for a sign to take the next step and while he and Mikey are still making out, I start to unbutton Will’s shirt, kissing and nibbling at every inch of skin I uncovered, making sure to scrape my nails down his chest as I go. The lower I go, the more he tangles his fingers into my hair, pushing me further. Once I reach the waistline of his jeans, nuzzle my nose against the thick hair of his happy trail and look up at him with big eyes.

“Can I?” I ask, with my hands on his thighs, close to his crotch.

“Can you what? C’mon, be a good girl. Use your words.”

Wow, those three months really changed him.

I swallow a little nervously and nod before I try again. “Can I take your cock out? I wanna taste it.”

Waiting for an answer, I watch as Mikey sucks on the side of Will’s neck, making him throw his head back and groan.

“Please… sir?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you can.”

With eager fingers I unbutton his jeans and fumble a little before I manage to pull down the zipper. Already starting to drool with anticipation, I tug at his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me and finally I’m met with the sight of his hard cock springing free.

He is a bit thicker than Mikey, but they’re about the same length. Taking hold of him, I give the head a gentle little kiss before sticking out my tongue to collect the small drop of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“Mmm, good girl,” Will hums and strokes my hair. “Suck on it, c’mon.”

I nod before I take him in my mouth, just the head, suckling on it and toying with it a little with my tongue.

The moan that comes out of his mouth… I’ve never heard anything sexier. It has me squeezing around Mikey unconsciously. 

“Fuuuuuck,” I hear him mutter into Will’s neck. 

The wave of confidence that washes over me at the fact I’m pleasuring not one but two men makes me take Will deeper into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and press my tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly taking more of him. As I keep bobbing my head up and down his grip on my hair becomes tighter and more and more moans fall from his mouth .

The tingling sensation that spreads through my body from that makes me try to take him even deeper, until I start gagging and my eyes begin to water. By now, my nose is pressing into his hip.

“I can’t… I can’t!” I suddenly hear Mikey wheeze. Will immediately lets go of my hair and I hurry to get off Mikey’s lap.

“What is it?” 

I’m stunned at how calmly Will asks that while I’m staring at a panting Mikey, almost panicking.

“I fucking need…” he wheeses again. Both Will and I stare at him, anxiously waiting for him to continue. “... to get off!” 

I let out a sigh of relief, watching Will chuckle and playfully nudge Mikey with his elbow. The younger man smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.

“I was serious about it, though. So-” he drags out the word “- can we like… get started?”

 I nod slowly, feeling their eyes on me, and look towards Will for guidance.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks me gently, and I shrug, unsure. “Okay then, c'mere.”

While I get closer, he stands up and rearranges the towel so it covers most of the couch and drapes over the armrest, causing Mikey to jump up as well.

“Now, can you get on your hands and knees for us?” Will nearly coos, still it feels like he’s giving no room for discussion. “Isn’t she such a good girl for us?” I can hear him ask Mikey, now behind my back, and I can only imagine Mikey nodding while giving Will puppy dog eyes. “And you? You’re gonna be a good boy for us and let her suck you off.” Again, no room for discussion.

I shuffle closer to the couch's armrest, balancing my weight on my elbows on it, and give Mikey a reassuring nod. He swallows a little nervously, looking at Will, who's getting into position behind me. I lean forward to give Mike a small kiss to his hip bone, then nuzzle my face against the base of his cock. He cups my cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip when I lean into him, while his other hand grips the base of his cock. I open my lips a bit and suckle on the tip of his thumb as he gently brings my face and himself into position. He pulls his finger from my mouth and I open my lips wider, giving the tip of his cock a little lick, looking up at him through my lashes to see his reaction. He groans and throws his head back. That’s when I take the head in my mouth and start playing with it with my tongue.

Behind me, Will puts a hand on my hip to hold me steady, with the other, he grabs is cock and swipes it up and down on my lips, coating himself in my juices.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” He groans and pushes in a little. I let out a moan around Mikey’s cock, making him shiver in response. Will slowly keeps pushing in, a deep moan escaping him once he bottoms out. I can only whimper around Mikey’s cock, feeling so full already. 

“Now just stay still, baby, we’ve got you,” Will says, if a little bit strained. I nod as much as I can and look up at Mikey, who’s still holding my face. He pushes himself a little bit deeper into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him as I suck. Will starts moving, thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm, pushing me down on Mikey’s cock with every time his hips meet mine. Again, I moan around Mikey, whose hands start wandering to my hair and grips it to push himself further down my throat. My eyes begin to water when Will picks up the pace, making me take Mikey even deeper. The room is filled with the beautifully filthy sounds of the two men groaning in erotic harmony, skin slapping on skin and my strangled moans as I gag around Mikey’s cock.

“You’re being so good, bunny,” Mikey praises, breathing heavily. “So good for us,” Will adds. “Letting us use you like a little slut.” I can’t help but whimper at that, squeezing around Will’s cock. 

“Oh? Did you like that?” Will leans down closer to my ear, whispering, “You like it when I call you slut?” I nod as much as I can with Mikey in my mouth. “You’re so filthy. Nothing more than a toy for us to use.”

He fucks me harder, making me whimper and take Mikey even deeper. Tears are beginning to stream down my face, but it all feels so good. I can’t help but clench around him, the coil in my belly starting to tighten. 

So it takes me by surprise when Will suddenly slows to a stop. A little out of breath he says, “This isn’t it. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” 

Mikey nods, pulling from my mouth and Will picks me up, carrying me over to the bedrooms. My mind is far too lazy to see whose bedroom we end up in when Will tosses me onto the bed with a bounce.

“Let your head hang over the edge. Yes, just like this, good girl.”

I watch upside down as Mikey kneels down by my head, positioning himself. I open my mouth widely, obediently and he pushes his cock back into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I start sucking on him again as Will climbs up over me, kneels on the bed and grabs my thighs. He doesn’t make me wait long and thrusts back in in one smooth movement. I moan loudly around Mikey’s cock when he bottoms out, finally feeling full again. Complete, in a sense.

Before he begins to thrust, though, he pulls my hips up onto his legs, making me arch my back and take Mikey deeper down my throat. All three of us moan in sinful harmony, skin slapping and wet slurping composing a filthy melody of bliss. With the new angle, I can feel the burning coil tightening faster as the tip of Will’s cock strokes all the spots perfectly, the base of him rubbing against my clit. My moans rise in pitch, even muffled by Mikey fucking my face. His hips begin to stutter, he’s close as well. Will, of course, notices that and picks up his pace, fucking me faster.

Fuck! This feels so good!

Mikey’s groans mix with little gasps as I feel him twitch. He’s close, I can tell. I use my tongue to play with him, eliciting little whimpers from him.

“S-sir, ‘m so close… can I cum? Please?” Mikey begs between little gasps and whines.

“Go a-head,” Will tells him, his own voice strained as well. I brace myself, sucking Mikey harder. A few more thrusts into my mouth and he stills, whimpering loudly as his warm load hits my tongue. I swallow it down eagerly, but gasp when he pulls out of my mouth. I take a few deep breaths as I watch him stand and jerk himself, another, smaller load landing on my chest.

“Fuuuck,” he groans.

“Good boy,” Will praises him, doubling his efforts now, fucking me even harder. His hand comes up to my chest, grabbing and kneading my tits for a moment before swiping two fingers through Mike’s cum and bringing those fingers down to my clit, drawing slow but firm circles around the little bud. I cry out, clenching hard around him. The coil keeps growing tighter until it… Snaps. With a high pitched moan, I fall over the edge, white hot bliss carrying me as my body writhes in pleasure. Through a haze I can hear Will groan and feel a warmth spreading inside me. I open up my eyes to see him hovering above me, dipping his head down to meet my lips in a passionate kiss. I kiss him back eagerly, letting our tongues fight for dominance until we need to stop for air. Will sits up again, reaches out an arm and pulls in Mikey for a just as passionate kiss. I watch them, a satiated smile on my face. I get up on my knees, squeezing between them to kiss their necks and chests alternately. Once the part, the three of us collapse on the bed naked and panting, a tangled mess of limbs. 

“You know…” Mikey breathes heavily, “we were going to throw you a welcome home partly…”

Will chuckles at that, “You still could…”

I just shake my head, giggling. “Let’s just order pizza.”

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Yuuta Aoi - Budding Season

Author: Yuumasu

Characters: Yuuta, Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(I-Ignore him, ignore him…! If I react, I lose!)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: CosPro Office (Conference Area)

Yuuta: (Yaaay, I got some super-spicy rice crackers from someone at the agency!)

(Thanks for the mea~l. *chew chew*)

(Ah~, delicious! This tingling sensation that lingers on the tongue is just the best…☆)

(Since we’ve advertised ourselves as “the older brother who likes sweet food” and “the younger brother who likes spicy food” to emphasize our twin characters…)

(Those around us can tell us apart, and I don’t have any problem getting spicy food these days~.)

(I get told things like “It was a gift from a business partner, so I saved it for you, Yuuta-san” and “I saw this during a business trip, so I bought it for you”…)

(I’m so glad I’ve been using my love for spicy food as my appeal…☆)

(I’ll have to remember to mention that in my in my interview with the idol magazine today. ♪)

(…I have a lot of solo work tomorrow, too. I’ve gotten a sudden increase in individual appearances lately…)

(I guess it’s because half of 2wink, that sold themselves for their identical looks, suddenly got an image change?)

(Though my blood does boil when trashy gossip mags will write about it and call it a “rebellious phase that came late” or an “agency policy” or whatever.)

(But I try to tell myself it’s better than not being talked about at all.)

Yuuta: (…But it seriously pisses me off though when it happens, though~.)

(Anyhow. The attention I’ll be getting for this is temporary, so I need to make sure I don’t get too cocky.)

(Right now, it’s just bonus time. I’m only being featured out of amusement, because they find it unusual and unheard of—)

(I need to properly give thought on how to proceed myself as 2wink, and as Aoi Yuuta…)

(I know things won’t be the same as they used to… How can I convey who I am now…?)

(……)

(Nope, I don’t have any ideas…)

(Maybe I’ll read idol magazines and ponder it.)

Rinne: Heya all~, Crazy:B minus Niki has arrived! ♪

Yuuta: (Ugh. Someone troublesome just came in!)

(I’ll hide my face behind this magazine to not be noticed…)

Rinne: Ooh, I see a little cutie! Yu~ta ♪

Yuuta: (Ignore him, ignore him…)

Rinne: That’s the magazine with Crazy:B’s gravure!

Are ya takin’ notice to me? I’m embarrassed~, Gyahaha! ☆

Yuuta: (I-Ignore him, ignore him…! If I react, I lose!)

HiMERU: —Amagi, quit it.

Kohaku: What he said. Can’t ya see you’re botherin’ Yuuta-han?

Rinne: It’s fine, it’s fiiine! Yuta and I are buddies!

Don’t ignore me, Yuta! Come have a nice chat with your big bro, ‘kay?

Yuuta: You are not my big bro!

Rinne: Theeere we go. Finally lookin’ at me, eh?

You eatin’ those spicy rice crackers again? Won’t ya upset yer stomach eatin’ too much of that stuff?

Yuuta: None of your business.

Rinne: Hmm… Are ya growin’ your hair out more?

Yuuta: It’s less that I’m growing it out, and just that I’m not cutting it.

I’m free to do whatever I want with my hair, as long as it doesn’t get in the way of work, aren’t I?

HiMERU: HiMERU agrees. Growing your hair long means more options for styling it.

Kohaku: Is that the reason why Niki-han’s got long hair too?

Rinne: In that guy’s case, growin’ it out would do nothin’ but just have it be longer, wouldn’t it?

He had his hair pulled back when we first met too, just shorter than it is now.

Kohaku: Is that so? …Yuuta-han, can I ask ya a stupid question that’s been on my mind for a while?

Is that hairstyle some sorta show of respect to Madara-han?

Yuuta: Huh, Mikejima-senpai?

Kohaku: Y’know, the half-up sorta look. It’s similar to how Madara-han wears his hair, y’know?

So I figured it maybe was a matter of respect. Doesn’t seem to be the case though, judgin’ from your reaction.

Yuuta: Ahaha… Yeah, it’s just a coincidence. I figured it’d be a little boring if I just grew it out.

It’d get in my face when I move around, so I just tied the sides of my hair up.

It’s a surprise to me that it was taken as a sign of respect for Mikejima-senpai. If I’m gonna grow my hair out, I gotta learn how to style it, huh…

Rinne: How ’bout we Crazy:B try givin’ producin’ yer hairstyle a try, Yuta? We’ll cook ya up a good meal!

Yuuta: Thank you very much~, if you’d be so kind, I’d appreciate it, then~.

Rinne: Ah, I thought ya would never agree to that in your life.

Yuuta: Ahaha. ♪ Seems like the magazine reporter is here to see me, so you’ll have to excuse me first.

HiMERU: Yes. I apologize for our Amagi.

Rinne: The hell you mean by that?

See ya later then, Yuta.

Kohaku: Do your best at work!

Yuuta: (Produce my hairstyle, huuuh?… Crazy:B’s changed, too. They weren’t that type of character when they first debuted.)

(…Guess the same goes for me. Back when I first debuted… No, even since when we’d perform on the streets, all I did was imitate Aniki.)

(As the two-in-one twin idols, 2wink.)

(Because, that was the strongest weapon we had.)

Yuuta: (…How will I change? How will I grow and who will I become?)

(……)

(I don’t know, so I’ll just do what I’m able to do now. One by one, as Aoi Yuuta would.)

(If I build myself up carefully like this, then one day—)

(I believe I’ll reach the future I desire.)

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[w2soneshots]

Changed -W2S

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Warnings: mentions of controlling and abusive relationship, friends with benefits.

In which you organise a fwb relationship to get over your ex’s but it turns into something that you didn’t expect.

Me and Simon have been best friends since we were teenagers. Well we've actually known each other since I can remember. Our parents met during college, and became friends so when we were born we were naturally introduced to each other. I'm a year younger than Simon and we would always fight and argue, we practically hated each other, I'm not actually sure why, we just did. But once we hit high school we realised the other wasn't actually that bad, and gradually became friends.

He was there for me through everything as I was for him. Once he moved away to London to start the "sidemen" we grew apart slightly but then my online career blew up so I also left my family home and moved to London. That was when my ex came into play. When I met him he was the dream boyfriend, he was so kind, but slowly he started to change, so slowly in fact I didn't even realise until it was too late. He would take away my phone so that I couldn't text any "other men" that he thought I was cheating on him with because he was so ridiculously insecure. He cut me off from society and there was a few times he would physically hit me, if I did something he didn't like or just if he had a bad day and needed to blow off some steam.

He also wouldn't let me see Simon, which broke him, he would turn up to my apartment and try to talk to me but I always told him everything was fine. I don't know how I was so stupid, the first time he hit me was when I realised what a monster he was but somehow I still loved him. He broke up with me suddenly and I was left heartbroken. That night I turned up outside Simons apartment that he shared with JJ. When he opened the door and saw the state of me he immediately brought me into a gentle hug. He rocked and shushed me as cried into his chest. I didn't tell anyone about what I went through, except Simon and he promised to tell no one. After that I became good friends with the rest of the group.

Almost 3 months after my ex left me, Harry's ex left him. In an attempt to get over our previous relationships we hooked up. It went on like that for almost 3 months and I felt as if me and Harry were becoming more than just friends with benefits, we would hang out just us two just because we enjoyed each other's company not for sex he'd also spend the night when I was upset and vice versa but suddenly his ex came back into the picture and Harry completely cut everything off with me. I was again left broken and I was seriously struggling, then one day I was picking up some lunch when I bumped into the man I never thought I'd ever see again... Collin (my ex). We began chatting and it seemed as if he'd changed, we exchanged numbers and from there he convinced me we should give it another go and so we did. Simon warned me multiple times but I just told him that Collin had changed.

Today I'm going to a party at Simon and JJ's apartment. I told Collin about it and he seemed apprehensive but I told him that It'd be fine. I got ready into an outfit that Collin deemed appropriate: some low waisted jeans, a gray jumper and my uggs, thankfully it's a casual party. I did my makeup and hair then Collin insisted he'd drop me off. I text Simon that I was outside. I was about to get out of the car when Collin spoke "you not gonna kiss me goodbye?" I turned and put on a smile then quickly pecked him on the lips. "Bye." I said and got out of the car.

Once I was upstairs and outside the apartment, I knocked on the door. JJ opened it a few seconds later. "Hey! come in." he said enthusiastically. Me and JJ walked into the living room, and Simon quickly stood up, then pulled me into a hug "how are you?" he asked. I smiled "I'm alright." I said, but I'm not sure if he believed me. When I sat down, I didn't even look in Harry's direction.

At least an hour into the party, I got a text from Collin: "I'm coming to pick you up now" I furrowed my brows and quickly sent a message back: "what do you mean I only just got here?" "I don't care, I'm coming." he replied. I sighed "I have to go." I said standing up. "What, you only just got here?" Harry said now also standing. I shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the door. "y/n!" Simon said loudly, "Don't." I shook my head at him "I'm leaving." Harry quickly walked towards me and grabbed my arm. I flinched and he quickly let go. "Fucking leave me alone." I said so only he could hear. "y/n please. I still care about you." he said quietly. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes "no you don't! you're the reason I got back with him!" I shouted. Then I quickly made my way out of the apartment, leaving them all in shock.

Harry's pov:

I turned to Simon "what does she mean?" I asked. he froze "I-". I stepped towards him "Simon, what does she mean?!" I asked again sternly. He took a deep breath "Collin he's- he hurts her." My eyes widen, suddenly panicking. I quickly made a run for the front door. I raced down the hallway and was quickly followed by Simon, JJ, Ethan and Talia. My hands were pulled into a fist as the lift slowly went down. As soon as it opened, I booked it out of the building. I looked around and quickly spotted y/n. She stood next to a car and who I assumed was Colin was repeatedly punching her in the stomach. My heart stopped and i froze. Everyone quickly caught up to me. It was all a blur, Simon went running towards y/n as did, JJ and Ethan. I just stood there useless.

"get the fuck off her!" Simon shouted. JJ hit Collin the face with such force he went flying into the side of the car. Simon helped y/n up, Talia called 999 all while JJ and Ethan held Collin down. Suddenly my brain snapped back into action and I flung myself forward, repeatedly punching Collin hard in the face. "Harry stop!" Ethan shouted until Simon pulled me away. I struggled trying to get out of his grasp but eventually calmed. Talia took y/n back up into the apartment as us five waited for the police to arrive. Once they did Collin was taken away in a police car and they told us they'd be back in the morning to take police reports of what happened.

Me, Simon, JJ and Ethan all made our way back up to the apartment soon after. When I walked in I immediately went over to y/n. Talia sat next to her gently stroking her back. "are you okay?" I asked her softly. She nodded, but didn't say anything, her face stained with tears. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?!" I asked sternly yet quietly (so y/n couldn't hear us). "It wasn't my place to, I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone, she was... embarrassed." Simon said. I sighed "It's my fault." I looked down at my feet.

After that I decided to call Lacy (my girlfriend) so stepped into the hall. "hey!" she said cheerily down the phone. "I- um- I- I can't do this anymore." I said quietly without greeting her. "What- what do you mean you can't do this?" she said, voice suddenly sharp and angry. "I know you slept with someone else." I said. "What, no I didn't?!" She shouted. "Don't fucking like to me Lacy!" I also raised my voice. She frantically took in a breath "Ok, but I'm really sorry it was an accident!" I shook my head, even though she couldn't see me. "We're done, Goodbye."

I walked back into the living room. "You alright?" Ethan asked. "I just broke up with my girlfriend." I said as I sat down. "What?" He said, shocked. "I found out she cheated then left me to be with him but when he left her she came back running back." I said. "Fuck, I'm sorry bog." I shook my head "don't be... I don't love her anyway, I just thought I did." I said with a content sigh.

That night y/n stayed at Simon's apartment and the next day she made a police report. A week went by and things were starting to get back to normal and had calmed down so I decided to finally text y/n...

y/n's pov:

It's been a week since Collin was arrested and all of my friends found out about what he was doing to me. I thought he changed, I hoped he'd changed but he hadn't and he never will. I had just gotten out of the shower when I got a text from Harry: "hey, how are you?" I smiled at the message. "I'm ok, you?" I replied. "I'm good, I was just wondering if you were free today??". I nodded at my phone subconsciously "yes I am". He replied quick "do you want to come round to mine and talk?". I took a deep breath. "Ok I’ll be there in an hour"

I quickly got myself dressed into a grey sweat set, dried my hair and put on a little bit makeup. Just as I was leaving I shoved my uggs on the made my way through my front door. I arrived outside of Harry's apartment building 10 minutes later. I took a deep breath as I knocked on his door, trying to calm myself down since I was very nervous. He opened the door a few seconds later and a warm, comforting smile spread across his face "come in." We sat on his couch and I began the conversation "it wasn't your fault Harry." I looked up at him "I was just angry at Collin." Something twitched in his face when I mentioned his name. He nodded slowly "I'm just sorry you had to go through that." I fiddled with my fingers "that night you- Behz told me that you broke up with your girlfriend." I said without looking at him. "I did," he took a deep breath "I just realised I love someone else." I look up and into his eyes. He leaned forward so our lips were just millimetres apart "you, I love you y/n." he whispered. A small smile spread across my face "I love you too."

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[naamahdarling]

I'm creating a Eldritch horror story and I'm trying to base it off my own fears. Following that same logic, what kind of cosmic horror would you make?

I was raised with Lovecraft stories (paraphrased at first) as bedtime stories, so I sort of have eldritch/cosmic horror in my blood. I really really really love it.

The Magnus Archives hit it so far out of the park that any sort of eldritch powers fiction I create after this is now going to have to reckon with its presence in the genre. I...do not feel I personally have anything to add to that specific sort of angle after what they produced. Genuinely. Which doesn't mean I won't create, just that I'm aware that whatever I do isn't going to expand or encapsulate the genre the way TMA did.

I really like anthology horror in general, where related works are grouped by a theme, and the whole "witness statements" format that was a prominent part of TMA (and plenty of others) is VERY appealing to me as a fan of real-world weird occurrences, creepypasta, and personal stories of paranormal events, so the sort of thing I would be most likely to create would be a series of accounts or events relating to the same horrible subject.

I have decided that doing it as Magnus Archives fsnfiction would work just fine. Zero of the same characters showing up. Just witness statements. I actually have several written but I want to finish out the suite of Fears with one for each.

The other thing that really appeals to me is the idea that the monstrous and eldritch can be welcome, especially the influence of it on our bodies, but also in terms of the power that being truly feared gives uz. That the terrible chsnges that happen to you can be, somehow, revelatory and identity-affirming. That's a very trans/disabled/etc. theme.

What about the existential horror you would feel as you become LESS monstrous? That the thing that sets you apart and maybe hurts you but also makes you very powerful is suddenly leaving you. Now you are becoming just like the people that your pride in your monstrousness was intended to spite. How, then, can we be monstrous, be OURSELVES, when no-one can see our monstrousness? When we no longer have access to the Secrets and the Horrors and the Powers and the Knowledge, when that which is Other and Unknowable and Terrifying has left us, what do we do?

What if what most would consider "healing" actually destroyed something in the core of us? What if you grew back a wounded part of yourself and it grew back wrong" is an idea mined often enough in cosmic horror to be recognizable. What if growing back "wrong" meant growing back "normal?"

So I would very much enjoy writing a story where the angle was not "healing is scary to those who have been harmed, but it is ultimately for the best UwU" but "being forced to change to align with what others think is good and healthy until you AGREE WITH THEM is the REAL horror." Something I think most queer/trans people and most disabled people will instinctively grasp.

But I would like to extend that to specifically survivors of trauma, who can feel the sickening pressure of being told at every turn that their role now is to work to "get over" and "recover" from something the world did to them when others' definition of "recovery" (a return to normal, or the ability to re-engage with what traumatized them) can feel immediately, viscerally wrong. A denial of the injured state of the self, a shifting of the responsibility onto the traumatized person and away from external change and justice and restoration. A huge force you don't understand trying to change you or warping things around you? That's cosmic horror, baby. The force trying to change you is just "We need you to stop being different now." And you don't understand why you should want to.

I'm wrestling with this right now in therapy and getting almost nowhere by the standards by which most people define "recovery" because I refuse to see why on earth I should be the one to change or why my hate/anger is a problem I should solve to make things easier in the future for the same kind of people who hurt me.

At my core what I most want is for them to be absolutely terrified of me.

So there's a lot to work with there.

[tfmybody]

A Fortunate Theft

When I left my house last night to go clubbing, I didn’t think it would end up like this. My friends and I had decided to go to a high-end club, splash out for once since we rarely went out. When we got there we got in line and waited our turn to go in. And that’s when I saw Fredrik. 

He was walking with a friend of his past the line when he spotted me and my friends. He stopped and struck up a conversation with us and quickly offered to help us skip the line since he knew the bouncer. We naturally took him up on his offer and to show our gratitude when we got inside I bought him a drink. Fredrik looked like the kind of guy who I’d always wanted to give me attention but also seemed to overlook me. The fact that he had taken such an interest in me made me quickly forget my friends. The time flew by and before I knew it Fredrik had guided me to the bathrooms and was making out with me. I was intoxicated, completely consumed with the beautiful man in front of me that I didn’t even notice the changes that were happening.

I was slowly growing taller reaching and equal height as Fredrik, making it easier for us to kiss. I felt a warmth spreading through as my body fat slowly melted from my body, revealing a toned body with a defined set of abs. My arms grew as my biceps began to stretch my clothes helping my grip Fredrik closer. I felt my dick, already hard, growing longer stretching the jeans I wore. It was only when I opened my eyes that I realized something was wrong. I wasn’t making out with Fredrik anymore, I was making out with myself. I looked down and realized I was suddenly wear Fredrik’s clothes. My old body looked at me, “Sorry dude, I needed to escape, I couldn’t do it anymore.” And with that he ran out of the bathrooms and into the crowd.

I went to try and follow but out of nowhere the man Fredrik had come to the club with grabbed my arm, “Where have you been man, this isn’t how I wanted the night to go.” I tried to apologize and formulate an explanation for what happened but before I could the man kissed me. “Let’s get out of here. We’ll go to your place, I don’t want my roommates to find out about this.”

He guided me into an uber which took us to a fancy apartment downtown. I had no idea how I was meant to get into the building but I reached into my pockets to find a set of keys which opened the door. Within seconds the man had pushed me onto Fredrik’s bed and started stripping me letting me see my new body for the first time. Despite the confusion of what was happening I was enjoying the experience a little. I continued to make out with the man as he also stripped and by the time we were both naked he lifted my legs on to his shoulders and slipped his dick into my ass. I couldn’t help but moan, it felt incredible. But even more incredible was seeing my new legs, how muscular they were. Completely shaven. I rubbed my hands along my body feeling my abs, gripping my pecs. I reached down and started rubbing my new, larger dick while the stranger continued to fuck me. We soon finished and the man got up and began to clean himself. I lay on the bed continuing to enjoy the after glow.

When he was finally dressed he reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his wallet. From inside he grabbed a wad of cash. He throw it onto the bed, “Thanks Fredrik, I’ll call you again some time soon.” By now I was completely confused. Had Fredrik’s friend just paid me for hooking up with him in Fredrik’s body?

I went to my new bathroom to shower, as I usually did and as I looked at myself in the mirror things seemed to start to make sense. It was almost as if I was seeing Fredrik’s memories and life in my head. The man had been John, he’d met Fredrik a couple months ago. Since then they’d been having sex at least once a week. He paid each time. John wasn’t a friend, he was a client. Once I realized that everything else seemed to be flooding into my head. Fredrick was a high-end escort, but he couldn’t do it anymore and hated his life. He saw me at the club and thought my body would make the perfect escape as someone wholly average and unremarkable. I could feel the stress and panic that Fredrik had felt before, but now it was all gone.

I was Fredrik now, but I didn’t dislike this life or body. I loved it, and I was going to live it to the fullest. And if I ever get tired of it, I still remember how Fredrik stole my body in the first place.

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[unabashegirl]

Enticing 28 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Y/N was pregnant, and she had just lost her job. She certainly felt lost and didn’t know what to do about everything that life was suddenly throwing at her. Y/N hadn’t even been able to fully process that she was carrying Harry’s child. She wasn’t even sure if she was going to tell Harry.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Patrick asked her as he got dressed in some sweatpants, a sweater, and a hat. He was planning to go across the street to pick up a decent breakfast and some heavily caffeinated coffee. The morning had obviously started on the wrong foot and if Patrick wanted to survive the rest of the day, he would need heaps of coffee.

“I am not hungry,” Y/N said as she walked into her bedroom for her laptop. Patrick rolled his eyes as he grabbed the keys by the door and slipped on his sneakers.

“It’s no longer just you, remember?” He reminded her that she now had to consider the other life that was living inside of her. Y/N frowned just as she dropped her laptop on the couch.

“I guess I can eat something” Patrick smiled at her just before he left the apartment. Y/N sat on the couch, crossed her legs, threw a blanket over her body, and started doing the tedious job of looking for a job. As she looked through the list of jobs and their requirements, she felt like she had no experience, nor she was prepped to fulfill any of the jobs. She was disqualified by default for all of them.

Y/N felt like the knot in her throat grew with every passing second. She was already frustrated and hadn’t even applied for any of them. Her eyes filled with tears to the brim and a hammering headache started to take over. She pulled her phone out of the small space between the cushion and the couch arm where it had fallen.

“Mom? Hi,” She weakly said as soon as she felt like someone picked up the phone on the other side.

“Y/N?” Her mother was surprised. She had been cooking breakfast. Elizabeth hadn’t spoken in quite a while to her oldest daughter. They stopped talking after an argument had broken out on Christmas night, three years ago. “This is a surprise. Wait. Are you alright?”.

“I am fine Mom” She giggled, but sniffed, wiping the tears that had escaped with the back of her hand. “How are you? I hope I am not interrupting anything” Y/N added as she stood up.

“It doesn’t sound like you are. What’s going on?”

“It’s not something that should be said over the phone, Mom. Could you come into the city and spend the day with me? Just so we can talk over everything. You can even stay the night”. To Elizabeth, it seemed like Y/N needed her for the first time in over three years. It wasn’t completely untrue, she did need her mother’s comfort, but it wasn’t the first time. The last few times she had abstained from calling her. She had been too proud to ask for help.

“Fine”

“Could you come today?” She nervously asked.

“I guess I could” Elizabeth looked down at her watch, “I just need to send your sister off to school and make lunch before I go. Give me 3 to 4 hours” It was very unexpected, and Elizabeth would have to rush through her morning routine. She would have declined if it were under different circumstances, but she could hear her distress through the tone of her voice.  “I’ll take the afternoon train” Her mother let her know.

“That’s fine” Y/N let her know. She would have accepted any condition to get her up to New York. “Thank you, Mom” Elizabeth hummed back.

“I’ll call you when I get to the city.” Y/N could tell that she was still angry and hurt from what had happened the last time they were together. She was planning on apologizing but wanted to do it in person. “And Y/N?” Elizabeth stopped her “I am happy you called” and with that, she hung up.

To say that she was nervous, it was an understatement. She hadn’t seen her mother in so long. Y/N missed her terribly, but her mother could be difficult at times. She was very kind and loving, but that Christmas night, she had seen an attitude that she never recognized before. Everything had started after Y/N’s little sister had commented on her appearance. Teasing quickly turned into snarky comments, and then they developed into a full fight with insults included that came specially from Y/N’s sister.

At the end of the night, Elizabeth was on her sister’s side which felt like a huge betrayal because both were awfully close. Y/N's sister was only fifteen and every day she grew increasingly difficult to handle. Elizabeth kicked her out of the house on that snowy night in Philadelphia. Y/N took the train back to New York and spend the rest of the night alone.

“I bought us some burritos. I hope that is fine” Patrick called out as he crossed the door. “And some fruit and plenty of coffee. What’s wrong?” He asked noticing her swollen eyes.

“I just called my mom” Y/N explained as she walked into the kitchen in search of plates and napkins. “She is coming in this afternoon”.

“Oh,” Patrick was suddenly incredibly nervous. He had heard stories of Elizabeth but had never met her before. “It’s that bad, huh?”

“I am pregnant Patrick, and I don’t even have a job. How am I supposed to raise and take care of the baby?”

“Maybe you should call Harry” Patrick knew it was a stretch, but he needed to suggest it. “He is the father, and he deserves to know, Y/N”.

“No” She instantly said, “Oliver isn’t even one year old, Patrick” Y/N sat back down on the couch and started taking the food out of the brown paper bags. “I know that he is not going to want this baby”. Her voice broke as she finally said aloud what she had been thinking since she found out. “And to avoid any further arguments or bitter moments I’d rather not tell him.”

“You don’t know that Y/N” If Harry was the type of man that Y/N had described, he wouldn’t dream of turning his back on his unborn son or daughter.

“I do!” She sharply said, “I know him.”

“What you are doing is wrong. I just don’t want you to regret it” He warned her.

“Enough. I don’t want to hear it” She snapped and raised her voice. Y/N loved Patrick, but this time around she disagreed with him. She felt like he wasn’t hearing her. She planned to raise the baby on her own and without Harry’s help. Yes, it was going to be hard, but it was something that she was willing to do. She was going to try her hardest.

They are in silence. Patrick even had to turn on the television and play some random show on Netflix to make it less awkward. He stuffed his face with his burrito and excused himself to his bedroom.

Patrick knew he didn’t have the right to be angry, but he was. Y/N was depriving Harry of the opportunity to be a father again and Patrick knew how wrong it all was. He would have no part in it.

Meanwhile, Y/N sat outside feeling guilty to have yelled. She knew that Patrick only meant well, but he needed to understand that Harry wasn’t like other men. She brushed off any regrets about not telling him and pulled her laptop out to look for more jobs.

Y/N got ready at one in the afternoon. She had managed to send out her resume to a few nanny agencies and families. She just hoped that it would all work out. She dressed very pretty and make sure that her appearance was perfect before heading to the gran station to meet up with Elizabeth.

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[wooahaes]

i wanna talk about it, so i'm gonna talk about it.

cw for death & loss of a family member, mental health issues, shitty family relationships, suicidal thoughts. just... it's a lot of my thoughts because i need to get them out, end of.

i knew what i signed up for when i told my parents i would be the one taking care of grandma when she entered into hospice. i grieved then, i think, and that's why i've been so... okay now, in a sense. like, it hurts, but it doesn't feel like a new pain. it feels like that phantom ache you get when you think about past heartbreak, or how i feel when i remember my long-time best friend and i aren't speaking to each other anymore because we just drifted apart. i think now i feel both guilty and relieved. relieved that she's no longer struggling because i know my grandma always hated feeling like she's a burden (she's not and she never was, no matter how often we told her this) and being so reliant on us.

and guilty because i had a breakdown in the days leading to her death because everything had weighed down on me so heavily. i hate the things i thought in the heat of the moment while i was sobbing one night after she'd gone to sleep, so angry because of how much things had changed. she was getting worse. the nurse had taken out the catheter because she just couldn't do it anymore, so i was constantly being called to help her with that. i was tired. i just wanted to sleep, and my sleep schedule became this ugly, messy thing of sleeping when i could and being called every 1-2 hours (3 if i was lucky, and i've never been lucky).

i feel guilty that dad was the one who found her. i don't think she struggled. i think it was just... one minute she was here, trying to sip a gatorade, and the next she was gone. i'm glad she didn't struggle. i'm glad she's no longer struggling, even though i miss her. i wish i had eaten dinner with her more often, but she always shooed me away because of that feeling of being a burden. i didn't want to argue with her, so i did what she asked for me. but it's so strange because dad found her, woke me up, and we just... the shock broke both of us, we both cried. he called my mother, i called hospice, and within an hour, we had calmed down and were working on what comes next.

and then an hour later, we were all sitting together with the hospice nurse, waiting for the funeral home to come and get her, and we were laughing over stories. it was so strange. it was almost like we had all moved on quickly, except no one had because there was this tension in the air. i think if we hadn't been laughing and talking, we would have been crying. i think i'm honestly grateful that we were laughing.

i told a lot of my close friends. i vaguely posted here because i knew i'd talk about it more later, but i told my friends pretty much outright. initially it was shock posting, of me breaking because it happened so suddenly. and then i talked more with people. i decided that i just wanted normalcy for the most part, that i'd reach out to people or talk with them all if i needed to talk.

it just feels so weird. life moves so fast. i just want it to slow down for a minute.

the funeral is this afternoon and i'm not going. my parents understood even though my mother won't stop bitching about how she wishes i would go so she doesn't have to. i know it's because it's physically hard for her to go, but she's not the one who spent almost 6 weeks caring for grandma around the clock. she's not the one who was emotionally and physically exhausted by the end of it, the one who woke up every day wishing to kill herself because all of the stress was getting to her.

our relationship was actually good for a minute, but now she's back to being the bitch she's always been. one of my friends said something about the way his step dad used to be: if he was having a bad day, then everyone had to feel the effects of it. and while he grew, my mother's always been this way and always will be this way. she's never going to change. if she was, she would have changed by now. she knows she's hurt me. she's asked for forgiveness not because she felt remorse, but because she's worried about not getting into heaven or whatever. i wish she'd just realize we're never going to agree on anything, so avoid those topics so that we can pretend we're fine because i leave and never speak to hr again. it's what i do.

we're moving into my grandma's house. it was left to us in the will, and now it feels weird to go through so many of her things. we've already made the decision to donate her clothes (she was a tiny woman and all of us are very much not tiny) to a women's shelter in our city. we're slowly going through things, figuring out what we're selling, what we're keeping, what just needs to be thrown out. it feels like no one else here cares even though i know my dad does. he's lost both of his parents now, after all. it's hard on him and he's never going to show it because he's never been an emotional man.

i'm so tired. i just want all of the hard parts to be over now.

#wooahaes.txt #sorry to offload all of this and i hope no one reads it unless they want to #i'm just... very tired and no one is online #my friends have been so so sweet about things and i appreciate them so much #also thank you to those who left kind words for me on that other post. its hard and i appreciate the kindness a lot right now

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Spin/ 2

Pairing- Yunho x Named Reader

Word count- 4.5k

Includes- Angst, pining, wall sex, Blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Part 1

2 weeks later

Yunho POV

"Can we hang out today?", I text her, anxiously waiting for her answer

I think she's avoiding me

Ever since I saw her run away from outside of my apartment building, she's been giving me excuse after excuse for not hanging out with me

I saw her cross the street when I was down the block with Mina

And I saw her crying

Which scared the fuck out of me because she never cries

And I mean never

Not even when she broke her arm or had to get stitches when we were younger

I immediately texted her once I was in my room, asking if she was ok

She said yes and that was it

Any question I asked she ignored

Like why was she at my apartment and if she needed anything

I didn't get an answer for that

She didn't pick up when I called

Didn't answer her door when I went to check on her

Although to be fair I didn't know if she was there to answer the door

She could have been in class or at work

I just need to talk to her

Maybe tell her about these feelings for her that suddenly developed, won't go away and are driving me nuts

I honestly never thought of her as anything but my best friend

We grew up together

I helped her get guys, she gave me advice on how to get girls

Which hasn't worked for me so much but that's because I'm so fucking awkward

She's been there my whole life, I tell her everything, she knows all my secrets

But that kiss

That kiss from that stupid spin the bottle game

That one kiss changed my whole view of her and our relationship

I had no idea she could kiss like that

It just took over my whole being and I loved it more than I should

When she kissed San, the intense jealousy I felt surprised the shit out of me

I wanted to rip her away from him and keep her with me

When Mina landed on me I did not want to kiss her

I didn't want to make her feel bad so I smiled but her kiss was nothing like Joanne's

It didn't make me feel anything close to how I felt when I kissed my best friend

And when I saw her get up and run out of the room, I pushed Mina off and ran after her

Being with her was everything I didn't know I needed

Didn't know I wanted

And I found out just how amazing sex can really be

Or the feeling of her in my arms

How she fit absolutely perfectly like I was meant to hold her

Like she was meant to be there

Walking up next to her cuddled into me was heaven

And I find that I replay it over in my head

Laying with her, playing with her hair, her head on my shoulder, her face in my neck

Her arms around me

And her kiss

Shit I think I could kiss her forever

Yeah I definitely need to talk to her

My phone dings and I move my fingers so fast that I mess up my code to unlock my phone twice

My heart falls as I read, "I don't think I can today"

Another excuse

But instead of saying ok, this time I want to try harder to see her

"Please? I haven't seen you in awhile and I miss you"

"I have stuff to do at my apartment. It's a mess and I have to clean it"

I don't know why she's saying that because she knows I'll come help her

I've done it before

"I'll come and help"

"I have to study"

Ok, I've helped her do that too so that's not an excuse

"Just for a little bit?", I ask, desperate now

"I dunno Yunnie"

"Please", I beg

It's a full minute before she answers

"Yeah fine. For a little bit"

I breathe out in relief, "Great. On my way"

Jumping up from my bed, I grab my hoodie and practically run out of my room

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"Hi Jo", I say shyly, walking into her apartment and closing the door behind me

"Hi Yunnie"

I haven't seen her in two weeks and I'm just taking her in

She's fucking beautiful

How did I not notice until now?

We stand facing each other like idiots and I can't take it

Slowly, I move my hand, taking hers, lacing our fingers

Her eyes widen at our hands, then look up at me

Stepping closer to her, I lean down, my lips almost on hers

She backs away before I can kiss her and my heart shatters

I guess she doesn't feel anything for me

"Aren't you with Mina?", she asks, shocking me

That's why she stopped me from kissing her

"Uh no", I shake my head

She looks at me annoyed, "Don't lie to me Yunho. I saw her go into your building with you"

"Yeah but she wasn't there for me"

"Yeah ok", she snorts

"She wasn't", I argue, "She was there for San. They're dating Jo"

She raises her eyebrow, "Since when?"

"Since she kissed him after playing spin the bottle"

"I thought she was kissing Seonghwa when you left?"

I shrug, "Apparently after the game ended, she and San kissed and hooked up. He really likes her so he asked her out and they're a couple. She's at my apartment all the time, always in San's room"

They never come out and her moaning is driving me so crazy that I bought noise cancelling headphones

"Oh", is all she says

"Is that why you left? Because Mina was with me?", I ask

She looks down at her floor, "Well yeah. I didn't want to make it awkward. I thought you and her were finally together and I didn't wanna like kill the vibe or anything. You liked her for so long"

That doesn't explain why she was crying but I doubt I'll ever get her to answer that so I just let that go

"Uh no Jo. I haven't liked her for awhile. She's....she's not my type"

She's not you is what I want to say but don't

"Oh", she says, her cheeks pink

"Jo", I call, her eyes moving to mine

Tucking some loose hair behind her ear, I bend down again hoping I don't get rejected again now that that's cleared up

She doesn't back away and I finally feel her lips against mine again

And it's like a dam breaks

Her arms fly around my neck, as I pull her right against me, bending down to pick her up

Her legs move around my waist, the

searing kiss intensifying when my tongue moves against hers

I turn, pressing her against the wall so I don't fall back and hurt us like the idiot I am

I can't help but squeeze her perfect ass, pressing my hard on between her pretty legs

God I want her so badly

"Jo", I breathe between kisses, "Please"

"Just one more time", she says, kissing me desperately, her hands undoing my jeans

Fuck yes

I nod, moving my hand to her pj shorts

Grabbing one side, I pull hard, ripping it off one of her legs, letting the other side dangle on her other

I just need access to her pretty pussy

I'll worry about fucking up her clothes later

My jeans and boxers drop to my ankles, her hand in between us, touching my hard cock

"Ffff...fuck", I gasp

I need to be in now

"Hold onto me jagi", I whisper

She does and I let go of her, keeping her up with my body pressed to hers as I tear apart the panties she has on, the sound of fabric ripping so fucking satisfying

Tossing the remains of her panties to the floor, I put my hands back on her ass to hold her and press my dick against her pussy

My dick slides in between her pussy lips, juice all over me

"So wet already", I whisper in her ear

"Yeah cuz it's your dick Yunnie. You make me this wet"

A whimper leaves my mouth hearing her, hoping she's not just saying this in the moment

Grinding against her, her pussy leaks all over me, drenching every inch of my length

"Please no teasing Yunnie. I fucking need you now", she moans, "I can't stop thinking about you. I want you inside me so bad"

Jesus Christ, this is everything I wanted to hear

Sexually I mean

"Fuck jagi, you don't know how much I wanted to be back inside you. Feel you"

"Then please Yunnie"

I grip my dick and move it to her tiny hole, so excited to feel her again

Sinking into her, her cunt sucks me in, both of us moaning so loudly

"Yunnie, fuck Yunnie, all of you baby"

"I will baby. You'll get all of me I promise", I assure her

I stretch her cunt around me, bottoming out and shivering against her as I feel her pussy pulse around me

"Yunho oh god, baby, you feel so good. Fuck so good", she praises

"You feel good baby girl. God I'm so happy to be back inside you", I whisper

"I'm happy you're back too Yunnie"

She looks at me, touching my cheek softly, "Kiss me Yunnie and don't stop"

I fucking won't

Crashing my lips to hers, I kiss her deeply, my whole world completely shifting under me

God it feels so right kissing her

Like I was always meant to

Like I was always meant to be with her

I didn't notice her like that but now I do

And I want her so bad

Holding her up, I pull back, feeling her cunt trying to suck me back in

Thrusting into her, I hit so deep, she yells in my mouth

I swallow her yell, kissing her passionately, our tongues playing with each other's

I never want to fucking stop kissing her

I thrust hard and fast, plunging deeply and hitting her spot, her body shaking against mine

Her fingers thread into the back of my hair, holding tightly

Hiking her higher up, her legs tighten around me as I move my lips from hers to her neck

I press kiss after kiss to her skin, licking and sucking, wanting to leave a hickey on her

"Can I?", I ask her

"Yes Yunnie"

I immediately suck on her skin harder, determined to leave my marks all over her

Fucking her against the wall, she clings into me, her head against the wall, moaning so loudly and turning me on even fucking more

Pulling away from her neck, I lick the dark purple mark I left, then move to another spot to leave another

Shoving my cock inside her, I grind against her, rubbing my head on her spot, squeezing her ass

"Oh god Yunho, oh god", she groans, her pussy tightening on me so hard

I leave a trail of hickies down her neck to her chest

Pulling down her tank top, I pop her boob out, wrapping my mouth around her nipple

I start sucking softly, increasing my speed with each move of my mouth

"Yunho oh fuck", she cries , her hand in my hair as she creams my cock

I close my eyes against the massive pleasure I'm getting from her orgasm

She keeps screaming my name, her orgasms going on and on, throbbing around me so fucking hard

When she finishes, I move off her nipple, then kick my shoes and bottom clothes off, pulling her off the wall and heading to her room

"Bed now", I tell her and she nods

Getting into her room, I drop her on her bed and immediately taking the rest of her torn shorts off

Then I grab the top of tank top and rip it down the middle, her naked body exposed to me

And fuck, I drink her in, amazed again at how perfect she is

I almost passed out when I first saw her, laying naked on my bed

Placing my hands on her hips, I slowly move them up, feeling her soft smooth skin

I absolutely love touching her

"You're so perfect", I whisper

I raise my eyes to hers to find her already looking at me with a look I can't place

She sits up, pushing me back, standing up off the bed

She stands on her toes and I bend down to meet her in a kiss

I feel her hands move under my shirt, her small hands touching my back as she lifts my shirt up

We break away from the kiss so she can pull my shirt off, throwing it behind her

She moves her hands onto my stomach, slowly sliding up, touching me softly

Her fingers leave fire on every inch of my skin as she touches me, my skin actually trembling

There's so many things about being with her that I've never felt with anyone else

The way my body reacts to her in a way it never has with any other girl

And I like it

I like feeling this way with just her

Yeah I got it bad for her

Suddenly her hands leave my body and I immediately look down at her

I watch her kneel down, her eyes on mine and I swallow hard

"Jagi-"

"Shhh baby", she says, "I'm gonna blow you baby, then I'm gonna ride you so fucking good, you'll never forget it"

Fuck

I'll never forget any time with her

Not the first time, not this time

But I am excited for her to ride me, watch her move

I'm thrown back to the present when I feel her tongue lick along my shaft

My eyes focus on her, pleasure running along my spine

Her tongue moves to my head, licking my cum that's leaking

"Mmm good", she says, smirking, making my breath hitch

I watch her mouth go around my head, soft sucking sensations throwing my body into pleasure

Her tongue circles my head before sucking, then licking my slit for my cum

"God Jo, fuck. So good"

Her tongue moves to the underside of my head, licking as she sucks and the extra stimulation from her tongue is fucking amazing

Her head moves down my length more, sucking harder, her hand wrapping around the rest of my shaft, jerking me off fast

"Oh god", I moan, "Don't stop baby"

She looks up at me and god fucking damn, she looks so fucking hot with my cock down her throat

She moves her hand off me and my mouth drops as she moves down further, taking my whole cock in her mouth

Like seriously my whole dick and she's not even choking

Not even a gag

Nothing

Her tongue moves to the underside of my cock then she moves half down my length then slides back up, taking me all in

I feel my head move into her tight throat and I gasp from the incredible feeling

She moves faster, spit falling from her mouth and I can see my cock bulge in her throat

Oh fucking god

So hot

She keeps up the pace, now moving all the way down to my head, then sliding all the way up, taking me in deep

Like she takes me in her cunt

She's so fucking good at blow jobs, holy crap, I had no idea

I move my hand in her hair, wrapping the strands around my hand holding on as I get closer and closer to coming

"Please baby, faster. I'm gonna cum", I whine

Somehow she sucks my dick faster, fucking her throat on my length and I have to cum

I pull her on my cock, holding her on it as I cum down her throat, bliss taking over

She swallows over and over and that tightening of her throat sends extra shocks of pleasure through my body

"Joanne, fuck baby"

When I finish she sucks a few more times before moving off me

"Goddamn Yunho, your cum is the fucking best I've ever tasted. What the fuck?"

Yeah I don't know what the fuck but holy shit she really said that

"Are you being serious?"

"Yes baby. I never lied to you"

She stands up, taking my hand and pulling me to her bed

She lays on her bed, pulling me down with her

Leaning on my arm, I look down at her, moving her hair behind her ear

One of her arms moves around my neck, softly pulling me down, her soft beautiful lips against mine

"Fuck Yunnie, I don't want to stop kissing you", she says softly

"Then don't baby", I tell her, kissing her again

She pulls me right up against her, her skin against mine, kissing me wildly

I can't get enough of her kisses, I can't get enough of her lips against mine, her tongue against mine, her arms around my neck

Her hands move in my hair, holding on tightly, my arm moving around her waist, holding her tightly

Her legs open and I move between them, kissing her desperately because I don't know if I'll ever be able to kiss her again after today

She lifts her hips, rubbing against me

I move with her, my dick getting hard again

Christ I usually need like ten minutes before I can get hard again but it's happening so quick with her

She softly pushes me, sitting up while she gets me on my back

She swings her leg over my body, straddling me and fuck me I just got harder knowing what's coming

"Can I sit on your cock Yunnie?", she asks

"Yes jagi fuck", I say, holding my cock up for her, "Sit baby. Please"

She smiles brightly, taking my breath away

She's so fucking beautiful, how did I not see it before that kiss?

God, I was so blind

She lowers herself on me and I watch in amazement as her cunt takes me inside, her tiny slit opening wider and wider the more she goes down, her cream running down my length that's not inside her

Her moans are so loud, driving me fucking crazy

She keeps moving until she's sitting flush against me, my entire shaft buried in her, her pussy latching on to my cock, pulsing hard and fast

"Yunnie", she moans, her head tilting back, her eyes closed

Fuck me she's absolutely stunning

She looks so fucking good on my cock

I've been ridden before but none of the girls look as gorgeous as her

She leans back, one hand on my leg and she starts moving

Slowly sliding up, leaving a huge mess on my cock, then slipping back down, bottoming me out

Up and down, up and down, her tight cunt impaling on me, her hips slightly getting faster with every move

It feels fucking intense and so fucking good

"Baby", I whisper, touching her hips and dragging my hands up her body, feeling her skin tremble against my fingertips

Fuck, I like that a lot

I end up wrapping my hand around her jiggling boobs, squeezing softly as she bounces on me

I'm fucking mesmerized by the way she moves on me

She takes me deep, yelling in pleasure when my head brushes against her spot

"Yeah baby, right there", I urge her

She switches from bouncing to rocking on me, her hips circling as she grinds on my head

"Yunnie...fuck Yunnie"

She's so fucking tight and I'm so fucking excited to feel her cum again

I've never felt anything like it and there's nothing like that pleasure

"Cum for me" I ask her, my mouth dropping as she orgasms

Out of this world pleasure hits me hard, her screams of my name filling my ears, the sight of her coming on me, me, burned in my memory

So fucking ethereal

"More please", I beg when her orgasm tapers off, "Please jagi, I wanna feel it again"

God I'm like a junkie for her orgasms but I couldn't give a shit

I wouldn't have it any other way

She leans forward, her hands on my shoulders as she rides me so fucking hard

"Yunnie, fuck baby. You're cock is the best", she whines

I can't answer, the bliss turning my brain off

All I can do is feel and watch her

Watch the sweat roll down her body, her eyes that are on mine, the small smile on her face

I grip her hips hard, holding on for dear life as she slams her cunt up and down my shaft, right into her spot

"Yunnie...I think....I think I'm....", she trails off, her words turning into pleasurable moans

I feel my whole pelvis get soaked and I immediately move my eyes down, watching her cunt squirt all over me

She stopped moving, but I grip her hips and continue to move her on me, watching her squirt flying everywhere

I fucking love when she squirts

She said she's never done it before

Only with me

She likes being with me that much, likes my dick that much that she squirts all over me

Not gonna lie, it makes me feel really good and really special

I might feel dumb for feeling that but I do

Right after she finishes, she takes over bouncing right away, begging me, "Please cum in my pussy Yunnie. Please, I want your cum deep inside me"

"Fffff.....fuck", I moan, her tightening cunt bring me closer, "Faster baby"

I don't know how she does it but she rides me faster, her hands digging into my shoulders

The pain feels so fucking good, mixed with the pleasure

"I want you to cum with me", I tell her

I can't think of anything better

Her coming pussy sucking all the cum from me

That thought makes me go feral and I start fucking up into her, meeting her as she slams down on me, her cunt holding my cock in a vice grip

"Cum with me baby. Fuck now", I yell, losing it, stars blasting in my vision as complete ecstacy takes over

We orgasm together, her cunt throbbing amazingly as I fill her, both of us screaming each other's names

"Oh my god Yunnie", she whimpers, as we finish, her forehead leaning against mine

Oh my god is right

That was....I can't even describe how fucking....good is not enough to describe it

It just was....wow

Lifting my head up, I press my lips to hers, wanting to kiss her forever

She responds, kissing me slowly and gently

After, she moves next to me, laying her head on my shoulder and cuddling into me

And I immediately take it, turning my body to her, holding her in my arms

She fits perfectly

I have to say something

I can't stand her not being mine for another second

This can't be the last time I'm with her

It can't be

"Can I ask you something?", I ask her, running my fingers in her hair, trying to calm my nerves

"Yeah Yunnie. Always"

I take a deep breath and go for it

"I want to be with you for real", I say softly, "I just...I don't know, ever since we kissed during that dumb game, I can't stop thinking about you"

She's silent, her eyes on me and I'm getting more nervous

"I don't want this to be just sex. I want to be with you. Go on dates with you. Do all the stupid cheesy things that couple do. I....I have feelings for you. Real feelings. I want you to be my girlfriend"

There

I said it

Hopefully she doesn't laugh in my face

But who am I kidding?

I'm nothing like her type

The bad boys she usually goes for

She touches my cheek softly, my eyes moving back to hers

"I think that's a great idea Yunnie"

"You do?", I ask completely shocked

"Yeah. It's perfect since I have real feelings for you too"

"You do?", I repeat, stunned

"Yeah baby", she smiles, "Fuck Yunho, that kiss from that stupid game, fuck I never felt that way from a kiss before"

"Me neither. I didn't know what was happening or why I was feeling that way but all I knew was I didn't want to stop kissing you. I also lost it when you kissed San"

"His kiss meant nothing Yunnie. Not after yours. I wanted you to be kissing me. Not him"

I nod

I know what she means

"I felt the same jagi. Mina's kiss meant nothing and all I wanted was you"

She bites her lips, looking at me, "Promise?"

"Absolutely jagi. Fuck I just wished it was you kissing me again. Your arms around me, you sitting on me. I swear Jo, I never saw you like that and I was so stupid. It was like that kiss opened my eyes"

She nods, softly stroking my cheek, "I know what you mean. I felt the same way"

"Is that why you ran to the bathroom? And why you were crying outside my apartment?", I ask, realizing that maybe the reason

"Yeah. When she kissed you...you're tongue in her mouth, I just couldn't watch. I had no idea why it was bothering me so much but it was"

I nod, understanding, "I almost ripped you off of San when you kissed him, so I know what you felt jagi"

I was so fucking enraged and it took everything in me to stay in my spot

"And outside my apartment?", I ask

"I was there waiting for you to talk about us sleeping together. To see how you felt and maybe tell you how I felt about you. But when I saw you with Mina, I thought..."

I know what she thought but that was so far from the truth

After that first kiss, Mina left my mind permanently

"I'm sorry baby", I start

"No I'm sorry for running away like a coward"

"You're not jagi. I understand why you thought what you did", I answer, "But actually while I was walking with her I was talking about you"

"You were?", she asks

I nod, "I was asking her how I should tell you how I feel. She's a girl and I thought she'd maybe have some insight on how a girl would want to be told someone has feelings for them"

"And?", she prompts curiously

"She said to just tell you. Be straightforward and tell you exactly what I felt and what I wanted. She said girls like it when a guy is direct"

"She gave you good advice baby. She's right"

Well thank god for that

"Now that we're together, you know you're gonna have to kiss me all the time right?", she asks, making me smile, "I seriously can't get enough of your kisses"

I laugh, "That's not a problem baby cuz I love your kisses too"

"Good", she beams, "You can start right now"

Smiling, I press my lips to hers in another world altering kiss

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Bella Swan Was A Rich Bitch

I’m slowly making my way through the Twilight series for the first time since 2009 and I have a lot of thoughts. Here are some: 

Bella claims she grew up poor. I disagree. I think she grew up at the very least middle class for the USA, despite being raised by a single mother.

(We all know Charlie paid that child support on time.) 

Firstly, she grew up in a house, which her mother seems to own, as there is no mention of a landlord or paying rent. 

Renée even leaves this property unattended for months on end while she lives in another state with her husband, Phil. When Bella returns to the house at the end of Twilight, it’s empty, so Renée didn’t need to rent it out during her absence and, presumably, simply owns two different properties simultaneously. 

She’s even still paying the electric and phone bills, as Bella can turn on the lights and use the phone although the house has been empty for months. (p. 476)

This house, I imagine, had more than one bathroom, as sharing a bathroom with a parent is embarrassing to Bella. 

When describing Charlie’s house, Bella says, “There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which I would have to share with Charlie. I was trying not to dwell too much on that fact.” (p. 9)

She finds it foreign and off-putting to share a bathroom with someone, to the point that she keeps all her toiletries in a bag that she stores in her bedroom, and brings the bag with her to the bathroom whenever she goes. She is described doing this multiple times over the course of the book. 

The book takes place c. 2005, and Bella has a computer with internet access. She accepts these as given, rather than privileges.  “The only changes Charlie had ever made were switching the crib for a bed and adding a desk as I grew. The desk now held a secondhand computer, with the phone line for the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack. This was a stipulation from my mother, so that we could stay in touch easily.” (p. 9)

The author repeatedly uses the marker “secondhand” to insinuate Bella’s relative poverty, but the mere fact she has a computer of her own, as well as home internet access, sets her apart from truly socioeconomically disadvantaged kids. 

Bella participated in at least one extra-curricular activity as a child. 

And a very expensive one at that: ballet. (p. 454)

Come on.

Bella and her mother have a piano.

“I suddenly remembered my childhood fantasy that, should I ever win a lottery, I would buy a grand piano for my mother. She wasn’t really good—she only played for herself on our secondhand upright—but I loved to watch her play.” (p. 351)

The author makes a point of mentioning it’s an upright piano (cheaper than a grand) and that it’s secondhand. However, unless the piano came with their house, they would have had to pay for the piano itself (often several thousand dollars for a used upright) as well as to transport it to their home (professional transportation of pianos can also cost several thousand dollars). Pianos require maintenance/tuning (usually a couple hundred dollars per tuning session), which are additional costs. Unlike a ukulele or a fife, a piano is not a cheap instrument to own or play and there are more than upfront costs. 

Her mother has nice clothes, and pays to maintain them. 

Bella’s mother e-mails her asking whether she knows where her pink blouse is. Bella responds, “Your blouse is at the dry cleaners—you were supposed to pick it up Friday.” (p. 34)

Dry cleaning a blouse implies that not only it is made from an expensive material (silk, chiffon, linen, suede, leather, etc.), but also that the owner has the monetary resources, time, and transportation to bring it to a dry cleaner and pay someone to clean it for them. 

Bella doesn’t bother to bring most of her clothes with her when she moves to Forks. 

“I had only a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty. It all fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser.” (p. 5)

It seems odd to me that Bella never thought about layering her lighter clothing in Washington, particularly because this was written in the early 2000s. I think the “my mom and I had pooled our resources” line is an attempt by the author to demonstrate they don’t have money to buy her new clothes, however, when she gets to Forks, Bella has enough pocket money to consider doing some shopping on a trip to Seattle later in the book. (p. 160)

Bella, who notoriously feels guilty about everything, goes to the hospital twice in Twilight, including for several days at the end of the book, but never worries about how much it will all cost her family. 

She suffered life-threatening bleeding and broken bones (leg, ribs, and skull), and was admitted for several nights. I’ve never lived in the USA but the internet tells me this is extremely expensive. She isn’t remotely worried about it.

Bella doesn’t have a job, but she has money.   

She’s 17 and unemployed, so I’m not sure where it comes from. An allowance? But an allowance is only possible if parents have wealth to spare. 

In all her reminiscing about Arizona, Bella doesn’t so much as recall a babysitting gig. So where do her funds come from? The only time she uses Charlie's money is to pay for groceries.

“I had more money than I was used to having, since, thanks to Charlie, I hadn’t had to pay for a car. Not that the truck didn’t cost me quite a bit in the gas department.” (p. 84)

She doesn’t get a job until New Moon, but she planned on using her own money to buy a car and fuel it without even considering applying for a job in Twilight (and we know every thought that goes through her head). Further, unlike any truly poor kid, she doesn't seem to consider walking or cycling options despite living in a small town (I assume a community the size of Forks would not have a robust public transportation system).

She eats at restaurants, considers clothing and book shopping, etc., without any care about paying for anything. She is supposed to be a conscientious girl who made sure her mother’s bills were paid, so if money were an issue, we should expect her to think about it.

TL;DR

Bella wasn’t poor. Renée wasn’t poor. Charlie wasn’t poor. 

The author was certainly never poor. 

#my thoughts #twilight #twilight renaissance #Charlie swan #Bella swan #Bella was a rich bitch #Carlisle Cullen is the 1% #eat the rich #renée #twilightcore #twilightcore is rich people pretending to be poor

[moonmoon-ren]

REUNION

PART 2: The Map Room

Late is the hour when a Warrior of Light finds his way to my study.

Good evening Ren, G'raha said while placing down his books on the desk already wondering what the WoL might be up to.

Evenin' G'raha. Quite late for studying ?

Could say the same about you, a cheeky laugh escaped G'raha's mouth. I ran into Erenville on my way here. He mentioned he saw you at Thaliak's Arcade all alone and was worried about you. So I will ask: are you alright? Lately you have been a bit absent and reserved.

Deep sigh

Ren let out a deep sigh when he heard G'raha say this. As if these words were just the drop that were needed to crack and shatter into pieces.

No G'raha, I'm not okay. But I'm going to change that.

By staring at the world map ?

Hahaha, cheeky catboy, Ren could not help grinning.

Come on, you know you can tell me Ren. What is suddenly so interesting about this map ?

Dalmasca.

Dalmasca?

But, but ... Thats so far away from here and not really easy to reach. Not to mention that it might or might not be a war ravaged land. If I recall correct then The Garlean Empire also invaded the Kingdom of Dalmasca and by extend also your homeland, the Skatay Range.

While G'raha meant well, and only mentioned this in scholarly excitement, it made Ren's stomach turn upside down. All he kept thinking was: "I should never have left, Sequoia, Mom, Dad ... my sisters, the Treehouse Club, are they safe?"

I once travelled from the Range to Kugane - no - I only travelled from the Range to Kugane. By boat. The journey across the seas is not so difficult, if the Navigator allows us safe passage. Apart from that, I know that The Range borders to the Fringes in the West, be it a small border. Travelling trough the Fringes is not a problem, I have been there not long ago. The Range might be much trickier. My other option would be sailing to Othard and going via Golmore. But that would also mean i have to cross Rava territory. Our peoples never had any trouble with each other, but I also know that neither Rava nor Veena likes intruderers in their respective lands.

So this is what you are brooding about? Going home ?

Yes.

Why ? Why now ?

Oh Raha ... (silence)

Ren tried finding his composure and trying not to burst out in tears, maybe he could tell Raha his story?

I grew up like any other Viera, in a tribe, in the vast woods of the Skatay Range. My father however bears a foreign family name: Kimura. A family from Hingashi.

Wait. That's why you have so much affinity with Hingan Culture? How ? I tought that Viera tribes are generally averse against outsiders?

Yes, but according to my father we Kimuras are explorers, so being an "adventurer" is kind of in my blood. The first Kimuras wanted to leave the Range and explore more of the world outside. Tough, they did not bear that family name in those days. It is the people of Hingashi who gave these curious "rabbit people" the name Kimura. It means "from the tree village" I guess that was the best way to describe our home.

Fascinating, please continue Ren.

Yes. My father has always been a merchant working for the Kugane Markets and trade networks there. He often travelled from Kugane to Dalmasca. One day he got an offer where he had to travel to the Skatay Range for rare goods that are only made by the Greenleaf Tribe. My father succeeded in finding the tribe and ran into a woman whom he later married. My mom. She captured him and brought him back to the tribe. Our chief back in that day was relentless and ordered my father to be executed. The chief was of the opinion that my father was a traitor and spy. My mom however found this a harsh verdict. She pleaded the Council of Elders to spare his life but force my father to stay among the tribe. Her influence as the tribe healer proved useful and they decided that he could stay, on one condition. He had to keep the Kimura name, which was a punishment worse then death because with this everyone knew he was an outsider making it difficult to interact with out members of the tribe, let alone get food. But yes, long story short; they got closer to each other, married (surprsingly !) and they got three kits: Natsumi, Yumi and me.

As kits we often got bullied by the others, my sisters not so much. They were quite fierce and sort of earned the respect.

Me on the other hand ... I, always was a little bit a strange duck. At my 13th, like other kits i turned out to be boy* and was sent to live and train with the other boys. I was a failure at most things but i survived. most days i spent alone, hiding, exploring on my own, and spending time with my sister Yumi who tried to help me with archery. Our chief had lack of respecting the tradition of keeping boys and girls apart and we often trained together.

Its also at this time that i met Sequoia.

(*Viera kits have till their 13th no visible gender. )

(flashback to that day)

Hey, you're Ren right ?

Go away.

Hmm, what ? you think i'm one of those bullies? Yeah, i saw them. I saw you. No one deserves that, and you look really kind and sweet Ren.

I said, go away, leave me alone ...

Sorry Ren, but can't do. You look like you could use a friend. Why don't you stand up and walk a bit with me?

Feeling that this Viera might not give up, Ren slowly gave in to his questions.

I'm Sequoia by the way.

I know. You ... a-are the chief s-

Son ... yes but please, don't remind me too much of that. I rather am just Sequoia.

From this day you will come with me, okay ? I see you way too often being alone, and sad and that how a Viera should live.

That day, I did not realise I just met the most wonderful person ever in my life so far.

The blink in your eyes when you tell about him, betrays your feelings for him, Ren. (G'raha could not help but giggle)

I ... how ?

Just a wild guess, but that blink in your eyes thats something; alright.

This is why I am here G'raha. I want to go home and try find my tribe, my family, my friends, Sequoia. Him most of all. There is something i must tell him.

I think your best bet would be going via The Fringes.

As G'raha said this, Ren smiled and they stared a little moment at the map again.

I'm running home to you...

Will continue in Part 3: The Fringes.

#ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv oc #ffxiv wol #ffxiv viera #male viera #veena viera #final fantasy 14 #viera #friends #crush #teenagecrush #helpihaveacrushonmybestfriend #teenage romance #growing up #life #dreams #memories #best friends #bestfriendsbond #dalmasca #SkatayRange #VieraTribe

[allthingsfangirl101]

The Star of Our Story–Keys

"Popping today and not in a good way. Sales for Free City 2 continue to slip with numerous reports of bugs in the code and lagging online play."

I looked away from my makeshift desk at Millie's kitchen table to see Keys and Millie watching the news. Ever since Keys streamed Guy finding Keys' and Millie's build in Free City, everything in the news has been about Soonami's fall from grace.

When Keys first started working at Soonami, Antwan needed a new graphic designer. Keys recommended me. A week later, we were working at Soonami together. I didn't know much about Millie. Keys met her at college and they seemed to instantly click.

He talked about building a game with her and often asked my opinion on designs. I sent him a couple, but I'm not sure if he ever used them. He used to talk about their game every time we talked. A few months before he started working at Soonami, he stopped talking about it. The one time I brought it up, he instantly brushed it off. I didn't bring it up again.

A few weeks ago, he asked me about one of the NPCs I helped design. I looked into Blue Shirt Guy and noticed something was off about him. Keys and I looked more into it and eventually discovered that Guy's AI had changed.

"Embattled Soonami game founder Antwan Hovachelik finds himself in the crosshairs."

"Crosshairs," Keys chuckled. "He's in the crosshairs and embattled."

"We're too busy to gloat," Millie sighed.

"I'm a victim! I'm a victim!" Antwan yelled to the camera.

"Victim," I scoffed. "Yeah right."

Keys and I shared a glance. I looked away, going back to working on one of our new characters.

"Speaking of busy," Mouser said, "we just doubled the amount of unique visitors we can handle. It's amazing. Who'd have thought that so many people would just wanna watch video game characters instead of shoot at them?"

Keys and Millie stared at him for a second, holding back their laughs. "Oh yeah," Keys chuckled, "we did."

"Yeah," Millie giggled. "You know, you're pretty cute when you brag."

My breath got stuck in my throat when Millie patted his shoulder and walked away. I looked over when I felt someone staring at me. Mouser was watching me, nothing but pity on his face.

Mouser was the only one who knew about my feelings for Keys. I never told him. He just knew. A couple of months before Millie's venture, Keys, Mouser, and I were at an office party. Keys was talking to another graphic designer and I was having one too many beers. Mouser just walked up to me and told me he knew about Keys and me.

                              ~•~

"But seriously," he laughed as he poured himself another drink, "how long have you been in love with your best friend, Y/N?"

"I don't know what you mean," I scoffed, finishing my drink.

"Come on, Y/N," Mouser sighed. "It's not like I'm going to tell him. But I figured it might be nice to have someone to vent to."

"I'm fine," I brushed off. I started to walk away but stopped. "You promise you won't tell him?"

"Of course," Mouser promised.

                              ~•~

"Anyone else want a coffee?" I asked, standing up. "I suddenly am dying for anything with caffeine and foam."

"Not your usual?" Mouser asked. I looked over at him and glared. "Medium coffee, cream, two sugars?"

"Sometimes you just want something fluffy," I said through my teeth. I grabbed my wallet and left Millie's apartment. I slowly walked down the street to the coffee shop Keys and I grew up going to.

"Y/N, wait up."

"Leave me alone, Mouser."

"Come on, Y/N," he sighed. He gently grabbed my wrist and spun me around. "You gotta talk about this."

"No, I don't," I said, pulling my wrist out of his hand.

"You and Keys. . ." He started.

"There's nothing to talk about," I cut him off quickly. I wrapped my arms around myself and took a shaky breath.

"Y/N," he started again.

"Please," I cut him off again. "I don't want to talk about this, Mouser."

"Alright," he said, putting his hands up in defense. "At least let me help you carry four coffees back to the apartment."

We started walking down the street, but I could feel Mouser continually glancing at me.

"Besides," I sighed, "it's not like he would ever have feelings for me."

"Why not?"

"Because we've known each other since we were little," I explained, "which means he's seen me through my awkward stage, through every stupid crush, through every heartbreak. Why would he want me?"

"Because you've known each other since you were little," Mouser shrugged, throwing my words back at me. "I've seen how he is with you, Y/N. He's protective, but that's not a surprise. You guys have so many inside jokes, it's actually annoying."

"Why would he want me?" I asked again, this time under my breath. "I don't understand coding. I don't understand AI. I don't get all of this programming. All I do is design characters. You guys are the ones who program and create them. The point is I'm not like you guys. . . I'm not Millie."

"Y/N," Mouser sighed. "I've said this over and over again. Keys does not have feelings for Millie. They're just friends."

"I should just leave."

"What?" Mouser grabbed my wrist again and stopped me. "Y/N, you can't just leave. Don't you think that's a little irrational?"

"What's the point of me sitting on the sidelines for Keys' and Millie's love story when I know I'm just a supporting character?"

"What if you're not 'just a supporting character'? What if you're actually the star of the love story?"

"I'm not," I scoffed. "Besides, it's not like anyone would care if I left."

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah," I scoffed, "I'm sure about that."

"Why don't you ask him if he would care?"

I turned around to see Keys standing behind us. By the look on his face, I could tell he had heard way more than I wish he had.

"Keys," I stuttered. "It wasn't what it sounded like. . . I mean, I can explain. . ."

"I'll let you guys talk," Mouser said, looking between the two of us. He cleared his throat before walking back to Millie's apartment. I crossed my arms over my chest, no idea what I could say or how this would go.

"How much did you hear?" I finally asked.

"I followed you guys from Millie's apartment."

"So, everything?" I asked.

"Yes," he said softly. I looked away, not wanting to see the look on his face.

"You don't have to say anything," I said, looking at my feet. "In fact, let's just pretend that I didn't say anything. Let's pretend that. . ."

"How could you think I wouldn't care if you left?" He cut me off. "Y/N, look at me."

Suddenly, his feet came into view. He used his finger to slowly lift my chin until I was looking at him.

"Mouser was right," he whispered, still holding my face.

"What do you mean?" I asked under my breath. I gasped when he leaned down and pressed his lips delicately to mine. I was so shocked, I could barely kiss him back. When I finally wrapped my head around what was happening, I slowly started to kiss him back. We broke apart, neither one of us being able to breathe.

"How could you think you were 'just a supporting character' in my love story?" Keys asked, his voice soft. "You're clearly the star of it."

#Walter Keys McKeys #Keys #Free Guy #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader

[jaeyunniesimp]

you’re on your own, kid. (l.hs) part two.

part three

“i didn’t choose this town, i dream of getting out. there’s just one who could make me stay all my days”.

tw: a little angst, mentions of alcohol

wc: 1.1k

“I missed you”. You couldn’t help but feel sad. It should be a good thing, right? He loved you, as a friend. He missed you, but not in the same way you missed him.

— I missed you too. — You said with a weak smile on your face.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the rush of overwhelming emotions, or both, but tears started threatening to form in your eyes. It took everything in you not to cry right there and now.

— So, what made you change schools? — You asked, trying to shake off the saddening look that was starting to form on your face.

— Well, actually, Nayeon and I broke up in not very good terms. I couldn’t really stand being in the same place as her, as childish as that may sound. I have a friend that goes here, Beomgyu, and he said I should give it a try. I’ve been liking it here so far… — He answered, after taking a deep breath.

— I’m so sorry, Hee… I really thought you two were made for each other — You said, facepalming yourself mentally once more, realizing that was probably not the best thing to say after a BREAKUP — I mean, you seemed fine when we last spoke, but it’s been so long I-

— It’s okay Y/N, I get that a lot — He interrupted you, laughing. — We should get a drink. C’mon! — He pulled you by the arm, walking towards the kitchen counter, where bottles of alcohol were placed messily.

Let’s just say you two had way too much to drink. Basically one hour after your little awkward talk, you were jumping around this strangers living room, singing along to Katy Perry from the top of your lungs, like it was the last thing you’d ever do. You crossed eyes with Yunjin from across the room, to whom you waved to excitedly. She flashed you the widest, most genuine smile, seeing you having fun for once.

— I need to sit down — You managed to blurb out, while making your way to the balcony, Heeseung following right behind you.

You found a spot on the ground, staring at the city night view, while Heeseung sat down beside you, doing just the same.

— I hate Seoul. I wish the sky was clearer, y’know? I can’t see ONE star! — You stated, way too excitedly, which made the boy beside you laugh.

— Remember when we planned on leaving? Going to like, Switzerland and getting a job at a hotel? — He asked, smiling widely.

— Oh my God we should totally do that! When did that become my plan B? — You genuinely asked. He laughed at your statement, but suddenly his smile faded quickly.

— Y/N?

— Hm? — You hummed.

— What happened? — He turned a little to face you better, and if you weren’t too drunk to tell, you’d say you blushed. — I mean, to us. Ever since that night we talked about prom, our friendship seems to just have crumbled.

You didn’t know how to react. Your lips slightly parted, trying to say something, but failing.

— I-I don’t know… Maybe you just got a little too involved with Nayeon and grew apart from me. — You answered, regretfully.

— Me? — He raised his voice faintly. — You were the one who ghosted me for years! I was there, you know? And you weren’t.

— Heeseung…

— What? Just because you had beef with my girlfriend? I get it, I know it’s weird, but to that extent? It’s just childish, selfish.

This time you couldn’t hide the tears that were storming down your face. And you couldn’t even blame him. How could he have ever known how you truly felt like if you never told him? He was right. You were selfish, and you can’t help but think it somehow only backfired at you.

— I know. I was selfish, indeed. But I needed to be. Otherwise it would’ve hurt too much, as childish as that may sound — You finally managed to respond, mocking his words from earlier.

You got up abruptly, and made your way back into the living room, searching for Yunjin.

— I need to go home. Now. — You said desperately.

She saw the tears on your cheeks and quickly nodded, giving her drunk friends a wave goodbye.

The way home was silent. You wanted to talk about it, but you couldn’t do it without crying your eyes out. She kept her arm intertwined with yours as you walked, never letting go, giving it reassuring squeezes every now and then.

— You should tell him. — She stated suddenly, after a few minutes of silence.

— What? — You stopped walking and turned around to face her.

— You said you were over him, right? So what’s the problem with telling him the truth? — She argued, lifting her arms up in frustration.

You truly didn’t know how to answer that. There was nothing wrong with telling the truth to him. After all, you were over him. Right?

— Yeah… I guess you’re right. It’s just a little embarrassing, I don’t know. — You lifted your shoulders up.

— Great, then do it.

— Right now?! — You asked, surprised.

— Yes Y/N, right now! — She motioned for you to walk back to the party.

You reluctantly turned on your heel and made your way back, grunting. As you got back there, you searched every room, every corner, but Heeseung was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, a red haired boy came up to you, with a curious look.

— Looking for someone? — He asked, and gave you a really kind smile.

— Yeah… But they’re not here, so it’s okay. — You answered, ready to leave again.

— Heeseung goes to Mr. Choi’s class tomorrow at 11am. — He stated unexpectedly, making you turn around to face him again.

— W-What? — You asked, confused.

— You’re Y/N, right? I’m Beomgyu, Heeseung’s friend. — He explained.

You “oh’d” at his explanation and thanked him for the information. Now the way home was silent and filled with anxiety. You’ve never confessed to someone before, specially in such a weird and complicated situation. To say you were nervous was an understatement.

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