#but yeah! I’m not gonna go on a hiatus or anything from here

[bluebeary-jay]

If I could hold you for a minute

Javier Peña x f!Reader

Summary: Javier wants nothing more than to go home to you. And thanks to his partner's generosity, he gets to.

Tags: just pure FLUFF, mayyybe a sprinkle of suggestive humor, established relationship, Steve teases Javi a bunch, Javier is a BIG SIMP (i'm serious)

Warnings: none ♡

Word count: 3.3K

A/N: something different for you guys 🙈 i'm sadly still on semi-hiatus because of my finals, but I managed to finish this little fic as a break from my angsty Joel pieces. i reaaaally hope you all will like it 😌💕 also, it's dedicated to my dumbass in crime @lily-inbloom 🫡😘 luv you babes

This was one of the worst days agent Peña had in a long time, and he wanted nothing more than to go home.

First, two people from Escobar’s inner circle managed to escape the raid on the laboratory in which he and Murphy participated, leaving both of them exhausted and frustrated. Then Melissa gave Javier a bunch of shit because of some documents, and on the way to his desk some asshole bumped into him, making him drop and break his phone. And now they had to stay after hours to wait for Carrillo.

“It’s for you, Peña.”

So yeah. His day was shit so far.

His pity party was cut short when Steve sitting across from him hissed his name again. Javier shot him an irritated look and flipped him off, not in the mood to talk to any informants or their superiors.

“Not now, Murphy,” he grumbled, but his partner still handed him the stationary telephone from their desk, ignoring the hostility radiating from the man.

“Just take it, asshole. She’s worried you’re not answering her calls.”

At that, Javi sat up straight and in a split second took the handset from Steve, pressing it to his ear.

“¿Querida?” he asked quietly, paying no attention to Murphy rolling his eyes and chuckling to himself. There was a sigh of relief on the other end of the line and he furrowed his eyebrows in concern. “Is everything alright?”

“Hi, Javi,” your voice came through the receiver. “You weren’t picking up.”

Almost instantly the tension was lifted from Javier’s shoulders and he exhaled deeply. You had a talent of putting him at ease, even when you weren’t by his side.

“Lo siento, cariño. Some idiot broke my… you know what, it doesn’t matter. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just wanted to ask when you finish work? I can swing by and we can go grab some food on the way home.”

He sighed tiredly, rubbing his brows. He hated saying no to you and if he could, Javi would give you the world on a silver platter – but some things, he didn’t have any control over.

“No sé, cariño. We have a shitton of papers to read with Steve, and we’re waiting for Carrillo to fill us in on the latest action. I’ve got no idea how long it’s gonna take, sweetheart.”

Steve lifted his head and shot Javier a teasing look, but Peña ignored him, turning his chair to the side.

“Alright, so what do you say I’ll bring you some takeout? You can also ask Steve what he’d want, I’ll be at this place we went to a week ago–”

“No, querida, no,” he sighed, this time with affection. Your voice was a temptation enough to throw everything to hell and run home to you, but to hear the kindness and love in your words, without even seeing your expression… It was heart-clenching. “We don’t need anything, you just go back home safely. I’ll try to get away from here as soon as I can.”

You didn’t answer at first, but then hummed half-heartedly.

“If you say so. But please, eat something.”

Javi smiled absentmindedly, covering his eyes with his fingers. He imagined your concerned expression, the receiver nestled next to your ear, near the spot he so liked to nuzzle with his nose. “How do you know I haven’t already?”

He could hear a trace of a smirk in your voice.

“I know you, Peña.”

“Too well, I think.”

“You love it, though.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, maybe.” He heard you yawn and the smile disappeared from his face. “You’re tired.”

“No, I’m not. I’ll get to bed when you’re back.”

“I won’t be home for at least a couple more hours, sweetheart,” Javi told you softly. “You can go to sleep.”

“I’ll wait for you,” you repeated stubbornly.

“You don’t have to.”

“I know, cariño.” There was that sweet, teasing note in your tone, and a grin spread across Javier’s face again. “But that will just give you more reasons to come home quickly.”

“I’ll try,” he just offered in a whisper, resting his forehead on his fist. “Call Steve if anything happens, alright?”

“Okay, okay, I will.” Long since gone were the times you’d argue with him about that. You knew how terrified he was at the thought of losing you. “I love you, baby.”

“También te amo.”

He didn’t immediately hang up, waiting just in case you wanted to add something else. The line went dead, however, and with his lips pressed Javi put the phone back in the center of the desk.

“You have it bad, Peña.”

Of course. Javier should’ve known Steve will start to nag at him again.

He reached into his pocket for a cigarette and put it between his lips. He knew you’d complain about the smell on his hair and clothes when he got home, but he was already too stressed out and in a desperate need of a smoke.

“I’m not in the mood, Murphy,” he muttered, pulling out the lighter.

“I thought a conversation with your sweetheart would brighten up your day?”

Javier looked up and just as he suspected, Steve had that same stupid grin on his face, like every time the topic was brought up.

Ever since your and Javi’s relationship became more serious, Steve was taking every opportunity to tease his partner. If Javi was feeling generous, he could kind of understand where his friend is coming from – after all, he himself didn’t think he’d ever act like a dumb teenage boy in the presence of a woman. But something about you mesmerized him from the very beginning, and, miraculously, here you both were, in a steady and loving relationship Javier Peña was always afraid of hoping for.

But alas, it was not a day to be understanding. He glared at Steve when the fellow agent didn’t take a hint.

“Shut up.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a food delivery, you know,” Steve spoke up with a smirk under his mustache. “I’m quite hungry.”

“I’ll sooner hire Escobar to make you sandwiches than let her do it.”

“You wound me, Javi. And to think I was about to take care of Carrillo and let you go home early.”

Javier looked up in surprise at his friend’s knowing smile. Then he blinked, slowly and tiredly, wondering if he didn’t misheard.

“Really?” he asked suspiciously, to which Steve shrugged.

“Why not? I’m in no rush since Connie and Olivia are in Miami, and as funny as it is to watch you yearn and pine, your brooding gets annoying after a while.” Javi didn’t move from his place, so Steve nodded in the direction of the exit. “Just go home to her, Peña. Before I change my mind.”

The face of the agent broke into a smile before he could collect himself. He stood up so quickly that he bumped his hip against the desk, but it didn’t phase him one bit. With a quick shove across the desktop, he swept all the documents to the folder and took his gun from the drawer, tucking it into his jeans.

Murphy was watching him with a smirk.

“You owe me, Javi.”

“Sure,” his partner replied over his shoulder, grabbing his jacket. “I’ll get you a sandwich tomorrow.”

A quiet laugh followed him when Peña promptly ran out of their office.

*****

After the call with Javi you tried to find yourself an occupation, intending to stay up as long as you could. He was working like crazy lately, sometimes not even coming home for the night, so a chance to finally spend some time with him – even if it would only be for half an hour – was something you didn’t want to miss.

So you wandered around his apartment. You read a little, watched TV, tidied up the cutlery drawer, folded Javi’s shirts, and now you got onto washing the dishes left from your dinner two days ago.

You were humming quietly, that stupid song which seemed to play on every radio as of late, when you heard a small sound from the hall. You paused and turned off the tap, your heart pounding in your chest, and sure enough there was it again – but this time you clearly recognized it as a key turning in the lock.

Before you could think of what to do, the door opened and Javi came in, locking eyes with you immediately. You blinked slowly, rooted to the spot with your hands lifted, still covered in water and soapsuds.

“Javi?” you asked in surprise. “What are you doin–”

Without saying a word, Javier came up to you in two long strides and put his hands around your waist, dipping you back and kissing you deeply. You made a noise in your throat, moving your wet hands aside, but then sighed contentedly as his lips caressed yours.

“I missed you, cariño. So much,” Javier murmured, not moving further away from your lips than two millimeters apart. “Couldn’t wait to get home to you.”

“But what about– Steve, and…” you tried to ask during those brief moments when he gave you a second to take a breath, but was unable (and unwilling) to move away when he was holding you so tightly.

“They’ll be fine,” Javier murmured, moving his hands to your cheeks to cradle them tenderly. “Steve said he’ll handle it.”

He firmly pressed his lips to yours one more time, his eyebrows scrunched with affection. You didn’t ask anything else, instead wrapping your arms around his neck, still careful not to get his clothes wet. After almost a minute of tender kisses and whispered Spanish phrases, Javi rested his forehead against yours with a content sigh. His eyes were closed and he just hummed when you nudged his nose with yours.

“You weren’t supposed to be home for the next few hours,” you said quietly.

“It was a damn torture. I couldn’t wait, hermosa,” he murmured and exhaled heavily. “God, I needed this.”

A bright smile spread across your face at the thought of this man thinking about and longing to see you so much. He sounded so stressed out and tired over the phone, but now it was like all nerves left him for just a moment.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?” you asked in a whisper, but Javi shook his head.

“No. Just stay here.”

“I have to rinse the dishwashing liquid off my hands, though. And you need to take a shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?”

“A little. But I mostly mean the cigarette smoke on your hair.”

Javi sighed, murmuring something under his breath. You gave him a peck on the lips. “Go on, cariño. I’ll get everything ready and then we can lay down.”

Javier grumbled, displeased, but didn’t argue any further. “You’ll have to make it up to me, sweetheart.”

“If you manage to keep your eyes open.” Your comment made him crack a smile and you mirrored it. “Go shower. And then come back to me.”

Javi sighed but obediently went towards the bathroom, putting down his aviators and the gun on the table on the way there. You watched him fondly, your heart still swelling with love at how relieved he looked to see you. He must’ve felt your attention on him, somehow, because he turned around in the doorway and sent you a smirk.

“If you like the view so much, you can hop into the shower with me,” he teased, and you hummed, pretending to consider it.

“I would, but then it wouldn’t be a ‘quick shower’.” He smiled knowingly, and you scrunched your nose at him. “Javi, the longer you stand here, the less time we’ll have for cuddles.”

“You raise a good point, hermosa.”

With one last look he disappeared in the bathroom and you shook your head at his antics. A few seconds later you heard the sound of rushing water, so you hurried to your shared bedroom to get everything ready.

You pulled down the blinds and flipped the pillows to the colder side, and then swiftly changed into one of Javier’s shirts you liked to sleep in. You also took his gun from the table, knowing he preferred to have it within reach when he was resting with you.

Earlier that day you started to clean the cupboards, so the room was pretty messy. You spent a couple of minutes putting the piles of clothes and various knick knacks in their places, trying to be as quick as possible. Then you heard the water in the bathroom stopping, and it only took Javi two more minutes before he emerged from the bathroom in nothing but his boxers.

His hair was wet and chest bare, and exhaustion was marking his handsome features, painting shadows over his face. Without a second of hesitation Javi went up to you and wrapped his arms around your middle. You wanted to say that you’ll be done in a moment, but didn’t get a chance – he hid his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling tiredly, and started dragging you backwards to the bed. You swat at him with laughter, but those strong arms of his just held onto you tighter.

“Cariño, I still have to finish–”

“Leave it. You don’t have to do anything.”

“Javi…”

“Come lay with me, mi sol.” He softly pressed his lips to the sensitive skin on your neck, making you shiver. You felt him smirking. “Come on. Please.”

You faltered at this word, so rarely used by him. He sighed into your shoulder and swayed you two gently from side to side.

Javi was right. Everything else could wait.

You lifted his hand to your lips and kissed his knuckles gently, feeling him relax behind your back.

“Alright,” you murmured. “Come here, baby.”

He hummed and kissed your neck again, then your shoulder, sneaking his hands under your – technically his – shirt.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look in my clothes?” he asked quietly.

“Every time I wear it.” You felt him take a breath, but you beat him to it. “And don’t say they’d look even better on the floor.”

Javi chuckled and hugged you tighter, still slowly moving backwards with you. “Not this time. Just wanna have you in my arms.”

“You mean in your bed?” You couldn’t help but tease him, and yelped when he bit your neck lightly.

“Don’t tempt me.”

When you two reached the bed, Javi stopped and slowly turned you around before sitting down. You took his face in your hands, staring down at him lovingly, while he gently ran his palms up and down your thighs. He did look tired, with the exhaustion and sadness swimming in his beautiful dark eyes. After a moment he exhaled shakily and leaned forward, resting his forehead on your stomach.

“Wanna lie down?” you whispered softly, and he nodded without a word. “Okay. Come here.”

You gently released yourself from his hold and laid down, immediately reaching for Javier and tugging him to lay on top of you.

The moment his head touched your chest, Javi exhaled heavily with relief, closing his eyes. You ran your fingers through his hair, brushing the wet strands aside.

“Do you need anything?” you asked quietly, but he just muttered 'no' with a light shake of his head.

“I’ve got everything I need right here, querida.”

You grinned warmly, though he couldn’t see it. “You’re quite a romantic, Javier Peña.”

He chuckled under his breath, lifting himself slightly to meet your adoring gaze. “I thought you already knew all about it.”

“Did I?” you asked playfully, to which he lifted his head.

“What more can I tell you?” he murmured, leaning over you and smirking when your breath hitched in your throat. His brown irises danced across your face, drinking your features in. “Do you wanna hear how all I think about while working are your lips and the sound of your laugh? How the time spent together isn’t nearly enough for me to fully revel in you? Or…”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you said sheepishly, making Javi grin victoriously. “You’re probably spending that time in the office not thinking about me but of ways to mess with me.”

“Tal vez, mi sol.” He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth and moved lower, whispering into your skin. “But I do wish I could spend more time with you.”

“I know, cariño.” You brushed his hair to the back with your fingers, scratching his occiput. “But it’s not your fault.”

He hummed without conviction, still busy kissing every inch of your skin he could reach. One of his hands went to your waist, his thumb tracing small circles there, while the other climbed up to your hand, entwining your fingers together.

“Didn’t you want to get some rest?” you asked breathlessly, trying to keep your composure. Your face was hot, and Javi hummed smugly at the pitch of your voice. He lifted his head and brushed your cheek with his knuckles, his hand still holding yours.

“I wanted to spend time con mi hermoso sol.” He touched his forehead to yours lovingly, gazing deeply into your eyes. “I was serious when I said you’re all I need.”

“I think you need some sleep, too.”

Javi grumbled, seemingly giving in, and kissed you sleepily one last time. His eyes were already closing and his mustache scratched your skin lightly.

“No, querida. Just you.”

*****

The next morning, Steve came to work to the sight of Javier trapping you with his arms against his desk. He was leaving soft pecks on your lips every once in a while – so unlike the Peña Murphy had known before – murmuring something to you with a smile, causing you to giggle, too. You tried to slip out of his grasp, but Javier just pulled you closer. The pair was obviously lost in the moment because neither of them noticed Steve, until he threw a pile of files onto his desk.

“Morning, guys,” he said nonchalantly, eyeing your bashful beam and Javi’s crooked smile with a smirk. He noted that his partner looked way better than yesterday. “D’you get any sleep?”

“Actually, I did.” Javier gazed over at you and squeezed your hand with this look of a lovesick puppy that Steve mocked so often. “Don’t remember the last time I’ve slept so well.”

“Happy to hear it, because we have a lot to do today.” He sat down and began organizing the notes from Carrillo’s report yesterday, wanting to fill his partner in as soon as possible. He heard Peña sigh.

“Of course.” He glanced up to see the other man stand up and kiss you lovingly – once, twice – before you lightly shoved him back onto the armchair. Steve rolled his eyes when Javi brought your hand to his lips, leaving one last lingering kiss, and then finally letting go of you.

“I’m gonna be late because of you,” you accused him, but he only smirked.

“Lo siento, cariño. Have a good day.”

You said your goodbyes to Steve and turned back to the exit. Murphy shook his head and met his partner’s dark eyes, sparkling with adoration.

“You really have it bad, Peña.”

He didn’t receive any answer, so he just smiled to himself and got back to arranging his desk.

He didn’t get a second of peace, however, because suddenly a paper bag was dropped on the documents he was just filing. Two – a bit squashed – sandwiches were peeking out from the brown paper.

Steve lifted his head, ready to throw another teasing comment, but Javier’s eyes – still full of that raw love – were focused solely on your figure leaving their office.

*****

querida - dear/darling

lo siento, cariño - I’m sorry, darling/honey

no sé - I don’t know

también te amo - I love you, too

hermosa - beautiful

mi sol - my sun/sunshine

tal vez - maybe

#javier peña x reader #javier peña #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #javier pena x you #narcos #javier pena fluff #narcos fanfiction #he's probably a little ooc but i read and reread it so many times that idk what words are anymore #javier pena x y/n

[fettuccin-e]

The Wonderful Way Things Change

A/N: hi there everyone... shamefully, very shamefully, I have not posted anything original since i think like february. it was an unplanned hiatus! promise it was completely unplanned, this semester just really kicked my ass lol. BUT HERE WE ARE! with matt smut of course how could I not because he is the loml so please enjoy! love you!

Description: Based off this ask, and can be read as a loose sequel to this (my first ever fanfic oh boy oh boy). In which Foggy calls you to check in on Matt, and the sight of your boyfriend all disheveled in a suit is making you a tad desperate. Thankfully, neither of you have the self-control to keep your hands to yourselves.

Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, afab!fem!reader, no use of y/n, smut like so much smut who do you think I am, fucking Matty in a suit, oral (f!recieving), unprotected piv (pls wrap it up irl fuck them kids) (w/c: 2.5K)

Yours and Matt’s relationship is new, somewhat, but you both know that it’s been a long time coming. It’s only been a few weeks since he finally kissed you for the first time, since he healed your poor, pining heart. It’s not like other relationships you’ve had, with the talking stage at the beginning, where you’re still asking each other about your childhoods, favorite movies, and songs. You and Matt already know everything about each other.

He knows about your shitty job that you hate but manages to pay the bills. He knows all about your childhood, all of your hopes and dreams. Up until a few weeks ago, the only secret you’d kept from him was your frankly ridiculous crush on him.

But you know that it’s the same way for him. You already know about Daredevil, and to Matt’s unending surprise, you accept him, love him for who he is. You don’t want him to give up either side of himself; you’re happy to just have him. Matt is still trying to get used to the feeling of actually having you, instead of just being by your side, letting you slip through his fingers.

Up until a few weeks ago, Matt had resigned himself to only being your friend. The friendship he’d found in you at Columbia would remain just that. Unbeknownst to him, you’d resigned yourself the exact same way. But a misunderstanding and a frustrated and ridiculously dramatic love confession later, you’d finally kissed him like he’d only dreamed of. You’d allowed him to touch you like he’d always wanted, and Matt could swear that he’s never felt anything softer, never tasted anything sweeter than you.

So the relationship is new, but it also feels like you and Matt have just been waiting, settling into routines like you’ve been together for years. You know how Matt is, how he’ll bury himself into cases and recordings and court documents, searching for that one bit of evidence that proves his client is innocent. He sends Foggy and Karen home on nights like these, insisting that they need to sleep, that they work too hard as is.

“He’s gonna be there for hours,” Foggy tells you over the phone. “You’ve gotta get him out of there or he’s going to collapse.” You laugh, pulling on your coat and stepping out of Matt’s apartment. 

Ever since you had both confessed your feelings for each other, and Matt had finally, finally taken you to bed, you had more or less moved in. It hadn’t been intentional, nor had Matt officially asked you, but the one time you had broached the subject of maybe sleeping at your own apartment, Matt’s arms had wrapped around you, holding you to him while he pressed desperate kisses all over your face and neck, telling you that his apartment was so cold without you there.

“C’mon, sweetheart, haven’t we spent more than enough time apart?” he had murmured, and you had agreed.

“Yeah, alright Fog, I’m heading over there now. I’ll make sure you have a well-rested partner by tomorrow,” you giggle into the phone, and you laughed even harder at Foggy’s genuine sigh of relief.

“Christ, how did Nelson, Murdock and Page survive without you and Matt together?”

“It’s truly a mystery, Foggy,” you tease, and Foggy laughs with you. He keeps you on the phone the entire walk to their office building, filling you in on the cases he, Karen, and Matt are working on. You could talk to Foggy for hours, really, but he lets you go as you walk up the steps to their offices. With a promise to talk soon, maybe take a trip to Josie’s, you hang up, shoving your phone into your coat pocket.

You can hear the recording Matt is listening to through the door to his office, some judge droning on and on. You enter the room quietly, heart beating wildly at Matt in his sharp suit, without his glasses, hair mussed from his fingers running through it the way they usually do when he’s working through a case. You watch as a smile blooms across his pretty lips, his eyes lifting to your direction as he pauses the recording.

“Hi, baby,” he says, and his sheer beauty in that moment nearly brings you to your knees. This man, with his hair sticking up in every direction, his tie slightly loosened at his chest, big brown eyes and wide smile is yours. All yours. You can’t help how your heart beats even harder at the thought.

You watch his grin meld into a knowing smirk as he listens to the quick pattering of your heartbeat. “Something got you worked up, sweetheart?”

You hum, crossing the room to where he sits in his office chair. “Oh, you know,” you drawl, trying to keep your voice coy and light, even though you know that your heart is giving away your sudden desperation for the man in front of you. “I’m just thinking about all of the things I get to do now.”

“To me?” He’s playing coy too, trying to goad you.

“Always to you, Matty,” you giggle, and he chuckles in return. You swing a leg over his lap, straddling him and relishing in how his chuckle morphs into a choked gasp. 

“What- What kinds of things, gorgeous?” his voice is breathier now, beautifully affected by your actions.

“Just how I can do things like this,” you wrap your hand into his tie, tugging him towards your mouth. “And things like this-” you breathe over his mouth, before capturing his pretty, enticing lips with your own.

Matt groans into the kiss, smoothing his hands over your hips before reaching behind you to grab your ass in his big, thick hands, tugging you further up his lap. Your clothed pussy rests just over the bulge of his cock through his slacks, and you can feel it thickening beneath you. 

“And you call me worked up, Matty?” you murmur against his mouth, wiggling in his lap and pulling a soft moan from his lips.

“When my gorgeous girlfriend walks into my office, smelling like my apartment and so fucking soft on top of me,” he says, squeezing your ass again, “how can you expect me to be calm, baby?”

Your stomach bursts into butterflies at the title. You’re his girlfriend. He’s your boyfriend. It feels so very juvenile, like you’re twenty years old again and still trying to get through calculus class. Maybe it’s because you’ve been waiting that long. Waiting for him, since you first met him and Foggy at Columbia. It feels so far away now, so different, and yet, you still burn bright and warm with Matt’s attention on you. Calling you his girlfriend.

He shifts his hips under yours, the bulge of his thick cock against your pussy impossible to ignore, and you whine, just barely, but Matt hears. Of course he does.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “So fucking needy.” He lurches forward again to press his lips to yours, licking into your mouth. 

“Please, Matty,” you whisper, and he groans into your mouth all over again. He doesn’t separate his mouth from yours as he lifts you against him, using a hand to brush the cumbersome documents and files off the desk behind you, before laying you softly against it, running his hands over your waist and kissing you like you’re something precious. 

But you are, Matt knows that you are the most precious thing in the fucking world. And you want him. Matt can hardly believe it sometimes; he still sometimes thinks he’s dreaming when he feels you in the morning, pressed tight against him, your heart calm and steady with sleep.

He licks into your mouth like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and what a way to go. He could stay in this moment forever, kissing you while your hands tangle into his hair. But your sexy little whines are echoing around him, your hips moving in desperate little circles against the aching bulge in his slacks.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispers, and you just whine louder. It’s a nearly painful thing, taking his lips from yours, but he can fucking smell your arousal, and the need to dive between your thighs is suddenly too much for him to handle. 

You kind of want to cry when Matt breaks your kiss, but your mourning at the loss of his lips is quickly cut short by his thick, calloused hands pushing your skirt up your thighs, leaving the material to bunch around your waist. He nudges his nose against your clit through your panties, taking a deep breath in through his nose, savoring it, and you nearly black out.

“Oh- oh my God,” you stutter, and Matt smirks in that ridiculously cocky way you hate that you love.

“I mean, I go by Matt, but if you want to call me God-” Matt starts, tugging your panties down your legs.

“Matthew Michael Murdock, I swear-” You want to continue, you really do, but it’s really hard to keep your train of thought when Matt is leaning down and licking a long stripe up your soaked pussy, swirling around your clit and making your hips buck up uncontrollably. He quickly braces a forearm over your twitching body, holding you still with his strength while he eats your pretty cunt.

“So fucking wet for me, gorgeous,” he mutters between your thighs, the vibrations feeling like shockwaves up your spine. “So pretty, baby, could’ve been eating this pretty cunt since college.”

You can barely form a sentence, only able to utter out whines of Matt, Matt Matt, between desperate moans as he licks into you. You can feel him grinning into your cunt, knowing he’s driving you fucking crazy, before he’s drawing up to capture your throbbing clit into his mouth and sucks. He brings his free hand up to sink a thick finger into your needy entrance, crooking it up and pressing into a spot inside that makes white creep into the edges of your vision. He just sucks and sucks, swirling his tongue around our achy clit and playing with you like a toy.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, unexpected and brutal, and you would have thrashed off the desk if it weren’t for Matt’s strong arms holding you steady. He carries you through it, licking at you softly while he keeps his finger inside, giving your pussy something to clutch onto. As your hips finally stop twitching, Matt rises, leaning over you again, and you can’t help but tug at his tie again, dragging his mouth to yours, uncaring of the taste of your pussy covering his lips.

“Please fuck me, Matty, oh god, please. Need you in me, baby,” you whine, and you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed at how needy you sound. Matt groans, sounding just as desperate as he licks into your mouth. He takes his hands from your body to reach down, undoing his belt and slacks just enough to tug his aching cock out. He’s so hard it’s nearly painful, the head sticky and red and throbbing with the need to fuck you. To claim you.

You wrap your arms over his back, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as he sinks into your sensitive pussy. As he finally bottoms out, you lean back to look at him, at his big eyes staring just off your face, his mouth slightly agape.

“I thought about this, y’know,” you whisper, your nails digging into his back as he presses just a bit deeper inside. “Every time I brought you guys lunch, I-” you moan softly as Matt thrusts, hard and so fucking deep you swear you swear you can feel him in your guts. “I thought about you, fucking me on this desk, in-in this fucking suit, god, Matt.”

“Shit, baby,” he grunts, rocking into you so hard the desk rattles beneath you. You can barely pay attention to it, not when the tip of Matt’s thick cock is grinding into the spot inside you that makes you scream, your nails digging into the soft fabric covering his back. “I thought about you too, god, you have no idea, sweetheart.” You can only whine in response as he continues, “You’d bring us all lunch, wearing your little uniform, fuck, with that pretty skirt and those heels.”

Matt’s hands tighten over your hips, forcing you to meet him thrust for thrust, and it’s so fucking good. You can’t manage to answer him through your desperate whines of his name and choked moans as his thick cock stretches you out for him, but Matt’s still talking. You don’t know if he can stop.

“I could hear your thighs brushing together under that tight fucking skirt, your heels clicking up the hall, and all I could think about was ruining you. Ripping that skirt off you and making you beg for my cock,” he grunts, driving desperately into your soaked pussy. Your head is swimming, drowning in Matt’s words, his scent, his cock.

“Now I can, baby,” he grunts, voice breaking on a choked moan. “I can fuck you just how I’ve wanted, make this pretty pussy soak my cock. Can wake up to you in my bed, fuck you whenever I want, whenever you want, baby, fuck I’m yours. You hear me, angel? I’m yours.” Matt can feel your pussy fluttering desperately around his cock, and snakes a hand between your bodies to press a thumb over your clit. 

He leans over you, his tie loose and dangling over your face as he growls, “and you’re mine. Mine.”

And you’re gone, pussy tightening like a vice around Matt’s thick cock, screaming his name. Little tears escape your eyes, dripping down your cheeks as Matt groans your name in return, hips stuttering into yours and flooding your overwhelmed pussy with his cum. You can hear him, just barely, through the roar of blood in your ears as he whispers, “So good, baby, so perfect. Love you so much, so much, you have no idea. I love you, loved you for so fucking long, angel.”

You bring your hands up to tangle your fingers into his soft hair, bringing him to your lips, whispering a soft “I love you so much, Matty,” in return before meeting him in a soft kiss. His smile against your mouth is blinding, endlessly joyful, and slightly delirious.

He’s still buried inside you a few minutes later, when you finally whisper, “I’m not sure this is what Foggy had in mind when he sent me over here.”

“If this is what Foggy had in mind, I might have to send him a fruit basket, or buy him a round,” Matt chuckles, and you smack him lightly on the shoulder before you’re laughing too. Matt smiles, unable to believe that you’re his, before he cuts your giggling off with a loving kiss.

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My Angel (Part Three)

➬ Reiner Braun x Fem reader

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Summary : Reiner was always taught that the devils of Paradis were vicious creatures, but what is he supposed to do when he soon finds himself reluctantly falling for one? Or when he is forced to go back to Marley and leave her altogether?

Word count : Almost 4, 300 words

Warnings : nothing really, reader is upset and isolates herself, Jean comforting reader,

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

***Important Note***

Hello my dears, I’m sorry for going on hiatus HAHA, I was super busy with school and work, plus on top of that I had major personal issues that were just too overwhelming to deal with at the time; and I couldn’t even write at all until I got it solved. I was under a lot of stress and was feeling really down about a lot of things in my life so I stopped writing for a little while. But I’m doing better now and I started writing again! So here’s the long awaited chapter three :))) I’m legit just gonna be turning this into a series so stay tuned for more parts! I appreciate your support and patience! <333

“Y/n?” There was a gentle voice at your door, followed by a few quiet knocks against the wood. “Y/n, can I come in?”

Your head slowly lifted from the fetal position you had succumbed to, your vision still blurry with tears as they glanced across your bedroom to the entryway. Barely anything was visible in the dark expanse of your room, except the silhouette of a shadow under your door; a shadow you quickly recognized as Jean’s.

“Yeah, I guess.” You answered his request, quickly lifting your fingers to wipe away the tears littering your skin.

The door then opened slowly, allowing the light from the outside hallway to seep through; its piercing glow caused your eyes to squint after being in the dark for so long. Although, once you began to adjust to the brightness, you were able to make out Jean’s figure entering your room, along with a tray of food he was holding in his hands.

“Hey,” his voice was soft, a tender smile lining his lips as he walked over to your bedside; one of his hands then reached towards your nightstand to turn on the lamp. “There, that’s better. Did you turn nocturnal or something?” He teased, hoping to cheer you up in some small way.

Although, as his eyes glanced toward you, seeing no alleviation in your downcast expression, he realized it was going to take much more than a simple joke to bring you out of this fog you were enclosed in.

“I uh, I noticed you didn’t come down for dinner again.” Jean sighed and spoke with a gentle tone, awkwardly trying to change the subject. “So here, I brought you something.” He quickly stretched his arms outward to show you the tray of food he was holding, hoping it would improve your mood; even by the smallest amount.

You grinned faintly at his gesture. “Thanks, you can set it on my desk. I’ll eat it later.”

Jean’s eyebrows lowered at your words; that wasn’t the answer he was hoping for.

You said the same exact thing when he visited last night, and as he walked over to your desk to set your meal down like you asked, he realized it was foolish of him to believe you.

Already sitting there was the plate he previously brought you yesterday; the same one you promised you wouldn’t allow to go cold.

The food was uneaten, its texture now dry and spoiled after sitting out all night; even the fork he settled beside your plate was in the same exact spot he positioned it in before he left.

A disappointed sigh escaped Jean’s lips as he set the new meal down on your desk, knowing it would go to waste as well.

It’s a pity, had you not wasted it, Sasha would’ve been more than happy to eat at least half of your serving for you; just like she always did.

She used to demand to sit next to you for every meal, because you were the only one who was kind enough to let her steal your food. It started off as just a few bites of course, nothing too covetous, but, as time went by, she started unintentionally stealing almost half your plate.

She’d always apologize thoroughly for it though; she even began buying you a couple sweets from the local shop afterward to make up for it.

Sooner or later, it became a normal routine for you both. She’d eat her portion, as well as half of yours, then later she’d get you something in return. It was a fair trade, and it brought the two of you closer in the process.

Every meal since then was quite entertaining; not to mention loud. It always started with your thunderous laughter after Sasha, once again, scarfed down her food too fast that she ended up coughing. Following that was Connie’s usual “slow down, the food isn’t going anywhere,” comment that would always spark a brainless argument between the two.

Once their fight got more heated than just trivial little jabs, Jean would always step in and order them to cut it out. And every single time, almost like clockwork, Connie would call Jean his permanent nickname of “horse-face” that immediately had the whole table erupting in laughter; especially Eren.

Every meal it was something, and every single time you were doubling over in a convulsing laughter that you couldn’t breathe from. Between Sasha’s coughing, the silly arguments, and the non-stop jokes: the dinner table was always eventful, and your smile was always present.

But now, things had changed.

Ever since the catastrophe that occurred two weeks ago, you stopped attending dinner; and for once, the table was relatively silent.

With only one plate to tackle, Sasha didn’t eat as frantically as she used to. Because of that, Connie’s comments about her speed weren’t made anymore, and Jean didn’t have to play patrol officer and break up any more fights. There weren’t as many jokes for Eren to laugh at, or a noise problem that Mikasa could complain about.

For the first time, the dinner table was quiet, uncomfortably quiet.

Your seat remained vacant for the past two weeks, as did Reiner and Bertholdt’s; but no one needed to ask why, the reason for that was already blatantly clear.

It pained them all to sit at that table without you, to witness the way you isolated yourself, but they knew better than to confront you about it.

There was no point in discussing it, lest they wanted to rehash their grievances for the hundredth time.

So, Jean resorted to bringing your meals directly to you instead; that way you could still get the food you needed without having to interact with anyone before you were ready.

That in itself became a routine of its own: Jean would come to check on you in the early mornings when you’d skipped breakfast, bringing you something light to start your day with; and then at night he repeated the process.

And every single time he came to check up on you, your face wore the same grief-stricken expression as the day before.

Of course, he didn’t exactly expect you to be bursting with joy after what had happened; it was completely normal for you to be upset about it.

Reiner and Bertholdt were their friends after all; their comrades who they fought alongside for years. It was a stab to the heart to be betrayed by them, but, what’s worse is things didn’t stop there either. After the betrayal was the battle, the same battle that wiped out more than half of the military corps, including their trusted commander.

As if the betrayal itself wasn’t already agonizingly painful, the death toll that followed was more than enough reason to feel as dejected as you were right now. It was the bloodiest mission you’d ever encountered before, and the aftermath was beyond heartbreaking, especially since the enemy still managed to escape in the end.

Jean understood why you were isolating yourself; others did too for a little while. And though he wanted to, the reason he never pushed you about rejoining the land of the living was because he knew you were hurting; and the last thing he wanted to do was make things worse for you.

But as his eyes narrowed in on that plate of wasted food you promised him you’d eat, he realized he might’ve been too lenient on you.

You never ate a whole lot of what he would bring you, but you were still getting something, and that was enough for Jean.

Although now that you’d stopped eating altogether, that was officially his last straw.

“What’s the point in telling me you’ll eat later if you never do?” Jean suddenly spoke up, causing you to flinch slightly at the sudden noise.

His voice sounded stiff; almost as if he was frustrated at you. Your head tilted upward to examine the expression across his face, and sure enough, you realized your assumption was correct. His jaw was clenched together tightly, and his eyes stared you down with an irritated glare.

“Well?!” He asked once again, his tone increasing with annoyance as he awaited your response.

“I’m just not hungry right now.” You answered dismissively, as if he was foolish to even be asking such a thing. “I’ll eat when I wake up.” Your words were followed by a subtle roll of your eyes. Your hands then gripped the blanket lying next to you, petulantly yanking it over your shoulders as you plopped down onto your pillow. “Now, goodnight.”

You knew full well that you were acting a bit childish, especially when Jean was only trying to look out for you. But you were too fed up at this point to apologize for your stubbornness.

Every single time you saw anyone it was always the same “look who decided to join us” comment, or worse: a dozen or so questions that you didn’t feel like answering.

Most of them were the usual “how are you feeling?” or “do you want to talk about it?” However, there were always those irritating ones they just had to ask: the ones about Reiner.

As if you even had the mental strength to think about him in the first place, they were still expecting a full report on what you thought about his actions, or what you’d do now that he’s gone.

Their curiosity always seemed to far outweigh their regard for your feelings on the matter; that’s why you resorted to isolation. It quickly became too overwhelming to deal with the bombardment of questions they were ready to unload on you; so, you stayed away, refusing to give them the chance to do so in the first place.

But now Jean was doing the same thing: invading your barracks and asking those bothersome questions you didn’t feel like answering.

Maybe you were just emotional right now, and perhaps being a little too sensitive. Nevertheless, you just wanted him to leave; you just wanted to be left alone.

“Fine then.” You heard Jean scoff. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you just closed your eyes, nuzzling your face into the blanket as you waited to hear the usual defeated sigh slip past his lips; along with the closing of your bedroom door that would follow soon after.

Just a few more seconds and he’d storm out; surrounding your ears with a jarring echo after he tumultuously slammed that wooden door behind him.

Any second now…

Just one more minute, and then you’d hear it; you were sure of it!

However, the seconds kept creeping by, and there was still no sound to indicate the opening of that door. Rather, an unexpected sound emerged from the silence instead.

You immediately turned around to see what the commotion was about, as well as to find out why he was even still here in the first place.

You didn’t exactly know what you expected to see when you glanced over your shoulder, but watching Jean pull the chair out from under your desk and take a seat was definitely not what you imagined.

“What are you doing??” You groaned in annoyance.

He obviously wasn’t getting the hint that you wanted him to leave, or perhaps he was and just refused to meet your demands.

“Oh? Did you need something?” He asked, as if this was normal, as if you were the one disrupting his peace.

“I thought you were leaving.”

“I never said that.” He leaned back in your chair, extending his legs across the floor; almost like he planned on staying a while.

You stared him down with a glare, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, his gaze was fixated out the window, admiring the moon’s captivating glow from the comfort of your dimly lit bedroom.

“Fine, stay then, I don’t care.” You snapped, laying back down with a dramatic huff; continuing your sulking.

Why was he being so difficult? You just weren’t in the mood to be around anyone? Couldn’t he understand that?

Granted, you hadn’t been in the mood to be social for the past two weeks now, but regardless, why couldn’t he just leave you be? That’s all you wanted.

“It’s not going to change anything you know?

“Huh??” You immediately turned back around, quite displeased at him.

If Jean was going to insist on staying, he could at least have the decency to remain silent so that you could sleep. Evidently, he didn’t agree with that notion.

“It’s not going to change anything.” He repeated.

“No, I heard what you said,” you groaned impatiently, not knowing how much more you could take of this. “But what are you talking about?!”

Jean’s voice was quiet but stern, his eyes soon looked over at you with a sympathetic gaze. “Isolating yourself, starving yourself, everything you’ve been doing for the past two weeks.” He paused momentarily, letting out a gentle sigh before speaking once more. “None of it’s going to bring him back, you know?”

Your eyes widened at Jean’s words, your breathing coming to a halt in your lungs. You immediately looked away from him, avoiding his gaze as you stared at the ceiling; trying to hold back those tears you could feel collecting in your eyes.

Jean was right.

None of your sulking or lack of eating would ever be enough to bring Reiner back; No amount of isolation could change the fact that he was gone.

Reiner had chosen to betray and abandon those who trusted him, those who loved him, and that was all there was to it.

He was clearly never coming back, and even if he did, things would never be the same between the two of you again; or anyone else for that matter.

There was nothing left to do except move on and accept the reality of your situation.

But even so, you still couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Despite the things he’d done, you still loved Reiner, and your heart still longed to be with him.

“I know.” You finally spoke up, “but I wish it would.” A gentle sigh jerked past your lips as you quickly turned back around to face the wall again, clearly not wanting to talk about the subject any longer.

Jean eyes lowered at your response, frustrated that you were shutting down once again; just like you’ve been doing for the past two weeks now.

He quickly slumped against the back of your chair with an enervated sigh, feeling like giving up on his efforts to pull you out of this darkness.

Jean had been trying his best to be gentle with you, to make sure you didn’t feel like he was pressuring you. He’d been patient with your stubbornness, he’d been calm and caring, but you didn’t seem to recognize any of that; all you were concerned about was the agony you allowed to cripple you from the inside, and it hurt to be a witness to it.

It hurt to see the way you were torturing yourself, pretending as if you deserved to be put through this pain. It was almost as if you were acting like this was your fault, like you had done something to deserve this.

But that wasn’t true; and Jean could see now that you’d forgotten that.

None of this was your fault, Reiner was the only one to blame here.

It was cruel of him to put you through this; to make you believe you weren’t good enough to make him stay, that you weren’t special enough to be loved by someone.

What kind of monster does that to a person; a person he loves especially?!

Jean couldn’t understand it, it angered him.

Did you truly believe you deserved to be abandoned? Left unloved?

Was Reiner the one who taught you to think that way? Jean’s blood was beginning to boil at just the thought of that.

It was all so frustrating, so heartbreaking. You weren’t the same person anymore, and Reiner was the cause of it.

Ever since his betrayal, Reiner had taken away a piece of you, the same one that used to laugh so loudly at the dinner table, the same one that contained your beautiful smile.

Your true self was withering away because of the crimes carried out by a man who promised to love you; but Jean refused to let it go without putting up a fight.

He wouldn’t stand by and watch the best part of you fall to pieces just because of some idiot who didn’t realize what he had before he threw it away.

You had to be saved from this, reminded that you didn’t need Reiner to be fulfilled, that you were already enough as you were.

You needed to remember all the good things in life that didn’t include Reiner, all the people that still cared deeply for you; people you seemed to forget about within the span of the past two weeks.

If you were ever going to be able to move on, ever going to heal from this: you needed to let Reiner go.

Jean sighed quietly as he stood up from the chair, attempting to try a different approach in hopes to get through to you.

He had tried everything he could think of without breaking any boundaries, but it got him nowhere. This was now officially his last resort, his final chance to rescue you from this darkness before it consumed you fully; leaving no trace left of the person you used to be.

If this didn’t work, then Jean could at least say he tried everything he possibly could; but hopefully, it doesn’t come to that.

Jean inhaled nervously to prepare himself before he slowly made his way over to your bed; placing a tender hand on your shoulder. “Y/n?” Jean spoke in a quiet voice, trying his best not to make you feel overwhelmed or anxious. “Can you please look at me?”

You didn’t move at first, you didn’t want to.

You were fully aware he was just trying to help, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to open up again without breaking down; and that was the last thing you needed right now.

“Y/n please.” Jean’s voice was desperate and pleading, his hand gently rubbing along your shoulder to, hopefully, coax you into giving in.

You let out a gentle sigh, tempted to just unload everything at once now that the offer was standing. It was hurting to keep everything inside like this; bottling it up and hiding it away as if it didn’t matter, as if you didn’t feel like screaming until your throat became dry and sore.

It was becoming too much to bear; the burden was too heavy to carry on your own anymore, and Jean had obviously noticed.

As usual, he could see right through you; penetrating through every wall you built to conceal your true feelings.

Maybe it was easier to stop fighting him, maybe, you really should just give in.

“I just want to know you’re okay.”

Jean’s voice was kind and sympathetic; the gentle caressing of his hand against your shoulder matching that tender tone he was currently using.

He sounded so desperate, so genuinely worried about you; something you couldn’t just ignore no matter how scared you were to open up again.

“Please…”

He pleaded, and by the tone of his voice you could tell this would be the last time; that this was your last chance to accept his offer of confiding in him before he would give up.

Despite your reservations to it, you knew you couldn’t refuse this time, lest you wanted to sign the contract to submit to your grief eternally.

If you were ever going to recover, ever going to restore that old version of yourself that you missed so much, then you’d have to grab ahold of this opportunity before it slipped away forever.

A gentle sigh rumbled in your throat before your body slowly turned to face Jean, watching the way he retracted his hand from your shoulder as you moved.

“I’m not okay.” You shook your head, eyes welling up with tears already. “And I don’t know how to be okay again.” You spoke with a shaken tone, feeling your lip quiver gently as you stared at him.

Barely ten seconds into speaking and you were already struggling to keep it together; feeling your heart clench in your chest at the recollection of all those bottled up thoughts now resurfacing.

Jean’s expression lowered at the sight of you, as if it was hurting him to watch this.

His body gently kneeled in front of your bed, aligning his eyes with yours as he reached to stroke your shoulder once more. “It’s okay, you don’t have to do this alone, no one expects you to.” He said reassuringly, staring at you with a sympathetic and tender gaze.

“I just-“ A sudden sob appeared at the back of your throat, choking the words you were trying to let escape. “I just don’t understand it. Why did he leave me?” You sniffled gently in between sentences. “Why didn’t he care about me?” A quiet sob slipped past your mouth, much to your dislike.

It was pathetic, embarrassing even; the way you were falling apart over this, not even lasting a good minute before turning into a crying mess.

Your eyes diverted away from Jean, cowering behind the blanket you were now burying your face into; hoping to muffle the sound of your sobs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, I just…” Your words came to a halt in your mouth as your emotions quickly took over; preventing you from getting a proper word out. “I’m sorry…” You repeated, clenching your eyes shut in humiliation.

You expected to hear a sigh of annoyance right about now, or perhaps even the shutting of the door. However, your body jolted in surprise when you felt the sudden warmth of a person hugging you gently instead.

Your head quickly lifted from the blanket and your eyes widened to see Jean’s face so close to yours; almost making you blush awkwardly at the proximity.

A comforting smile painted across Jean’s lips when he saw you look up at him. “Sorry if this is weird.” he chuckled nervously and quickly let go of the hug; backing away in case you felt uncomfortable. “You just looked like you needed that.”

Your expression softened as you looked at him, feeling a sense of gratitude filling your heart at the way he was attempting to comfort you; even if it was a little awkward at first. “No, it’s okay.” You quickly shook your head in response, granting him a gentle smile in return; one Jean hadn’t seen in two weeks.

Your body quickly sat up and leaned forward, reaching off the bed to where Jean was kneeling and wrapping your arms around him to continue the hug. “You’re right, I do need this.” You spoke in a soothing tone, letting him know you were okay with what he did a few seconds ago; and that it hadn’t pushed you away.

Jean let out a gentle sigh of relief at your actions, a little flabbergasted at how well you were responding to him. Here he was prepared to face your stubborn and dismissive attitude for the millionth time and yet he was faced with a completely unprecedented outcome; one in which he genuinely didn’t expect.

There were no more spiteful comments or hurtful glares coming his way, just a gentle gaze and a pleasant embrace he never anticipated receiving after the state you were in merely seconds ago.

For the first time in two weeks, it seemed the Y/n he once knew, the Y/n he always secretly harbored feelings for, was finally showing herself again; even if just by the smallest amount.

Jean grinned gently to himself, and his arms quickly wrapped around your back to return the unexpected hug. “We’ve all been worried sick about you, ya know?” Jean spoke softly as he tightened his grip around you, allowing his hand to gently caress your back in the process.

“I know,” You uttered quietly, your voice sounding less unhinged and imbalanced as it was before. “And I’m sorry.”

You sniffled gently, your eyes clenching shut and your arms tightening around Jean’s neck as you leaned against him; wanting to stay in his comforting embrace.

Jean chuckled as he felt the way you clung to him; realizing just how desperate your need for reassurance was. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” He said as he leaned the side of his head against yours, continuing the subtle tracing of his fingers along your back. “Just please don’t do that again, okay?”

You nodded quickly, feeling the sting of tears pricking against your eyes once more. “I won’t, I promise, I’m really sorry.” You apologized again in an uneasy tone, feeling shameful of the way you’d been acting for the past two weeks.

This whole time Jean had been here trying to help you, but you’d just been too consumed in your own misery that you failed to notice the damage you were causing; the pain you were putting him, as well as everyone else, through by isolating yourself like this.

You’d been rude, selfish even; too hyper fixated on your own agony that you’d become blind to the impairment you were projecting onto everyone else.

You’d hoped it wasn’t too late to turn things around and make amends with the people you’d been neglecting for the past two weeks; and a part of you started to grow fearful that you’d missed your chance by now.

However, by the way Jean held you close and leaned his head tenderly against yours, it was obvious that wasn’t the case.

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DRUNK IN LOVE

phil wenneck x famous!reader

synopsis. ꩜ taking phil to celebrate you best friend’s birthday in monte carlo. and the morning after.

author's note. ∿ broke my hiatus just to write about this man. fluff

word count. ⨾ 1.6k

“You’re staring,” You tell Phil while he watches—stares at you as you get ready, putting on your earrings and the final touches of your look for the night.

“I can’t help it, baby,” He grins, walking up to you, his hands landing on your dress-adorned waist while his head perches on your shoulder as he looks into the reflection of the en suite bathroom mirror.

“You of all people should know what you do to me,” He whispered and you could feel his grin by the way his teeth grazed your ear. And you knew it wasn’t going away any time soon.

“How crazy I am about you.” It was the truth. The whole truth and nothing but. He was a lucky guy and he was reminded everyday. Especially now he thought, unable to keep his eyes off the way the dress hugged your curves in all the right places. However, that’s not to say you weren’t a lucky girl.

It was hard to find someone genuinely interested in you; not interested in your status or solely for the fact of being seen with you. Phil didn’t care in the slightest. You thought maybe he’d change, that maybe he’d end up using you, that maybe his interests would turn elsewhere, that maybe he was just like the others. But they stayed the same, he stayed the same. The same english teacher you spilled your coffee on in a cafe in California, and the same english teacher who had no clue who you were then.

Truth be told, he didn’t like the limelight. It wasn’t made for him the way it was made for you, he would say. And so you kept him out of that part of your life as much as you could and he thanked you for it.

Albeit, It was harder than it proved to be because the paparazzi always seemed to get their way and there wasn’t really any way around it. You could stop some photos from circulating, but not them altogether. So, when you asked Phil to come to Monte Carlo with you to celebrate your best friends birthday and watch the Monaco Grand Prix, it was safe to say you were a bit hesitant.

“F’course, I’ll go.” But he wasn’t. He would do anything if you wanted, and he made it clear that all you had to do was ask. And who was he to turn down the opportunity to watch F1? You and he were content with the private life you had—as private as it could be. But there were some times where you wanted to show off. Especially when he looked the way he did.

“I could say the same about you,” You whisper back, turning to face him in his hold. “You’ve always looked good in all black. But to be honest you look good in anything—preferably nothing.”

He exhaled, trying to grasp onto to the self control he felt slipping through his fingers.

“What time does the party start?” He asks looking down at you and you swore you saw his pupils dilate with need.

“Eight.” You answer and he smiles. “But the driver’s here already,” you continue and his head drops.

“We have fifteen minutes-”

“For the drive,” you tell him, leaving him in the bathroom to grab your clutch. “We always have the way back.”

He scoffs light-heartedly, following after you. “Yeah, if you’re not gonna be fucking hammered, baby.”

“No promises,” you laugh, taking his hand, dragging him downstairs to the car that was awaiting your arrival.

The drive was quick and smooth and when you arrived the venue was bustling with people, but to your luck, void of any flashing cameras. Taking notes of this, Phil took his time as he got out from his side of the car, circling around to yours and opening the door for you. He offered his hand out for you to grab, which you gladly accepted, exiting the vehicle.

Your arms wrapped around his right as you walked into the club and past the line of people out front, where you were immediately spotted by your best friend, Mia.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” She exclaimed, hugging you.

“As if I’d miss it.”

You both laughed and she turned to Phil, greeting him. “Nice to see you again, Phil,” she smiled, giving him a brief hug as well.

He sighed playfully. “I wish I could say the same thing about you.”

She laughed. “Dream big, they say.” You talked for a few minutes before she took you farther back into the club.

You wish you could say you’d remember the night by the time you woke up in the morning, but with how you’d spent it you weren’t so sure. With the way you drinking it was like you had your sights set on blacking out. You were having the time of your life, evidently so, and alcohol was just conveniently within arms reach at all times. Eventually (and surprisingly), Phil was the one to cut you off to save you tomorrow’s embarrassment, but that didn’t stop you from dragging him to the dance floor. He had his fair share of drinks, so the option of denying you was already out the window.

You danced until your feet hurt and you danced some more. You knew you had to go back to the hotel when the pain was too much and you had no champagne to keep it down. But by then it was early morning and the party was on its last legs, people leaving as they pleased.

As you were saying your incoherent goodbyes to Mia, Phil sobered up the best he could, eyeing the paparazzi that appeared the entrance.

“You ready?” He asked, walking up to you, marveling at how you were still standing. You replied only with a nod, leaning into his frame as he accepted yours with open arms.

“There’s paparazzi out front, do you wanna go out the back?” You weighed your options—the best your melted mind could—before shaking your head.

“No, I told the driver to be out front, so either way we’d have to go out there anyway,” you answered, trying your best not to slur your words, but your attempt remained unsuccessful.

“Great. Okay, let’s go.” He waved goodbye to Mia, while planting his hand firmly around your waist, walking you out the club. The moment the doors opened, the two of you were met by blinding lights. Phil’s arm immediately went to block your eyes the best they could while guiding you through the sea of people.

“Fuck, it’s so bright,” you slurred, but only loud enough so that Phil could hear.

“I know, baby. Stay with me, we gotta get to the car, okay,” He told you before he checking his pockets for the sunglasses he kept for times like this. Once he found them they were yours, blocking out the lights obstructing your view ahead of you. The camera’s couldn’t catch it but your expression shifted to one of confusion.

“Wait who are you again?”

“Your boyfriend, honey.”

You laughed. “That’s funny, I already have one.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he mumbled to himself as he opened the car door for you, grateful it wasn’t to far. He got in after you, the car taking off right as soon as he was settled.

“So…do you have a girlfriend?”

He couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah but she doesn’t know how to drink.”

“That’s a shame,” you giggled, followed by a hiccup.

“Here, have some water,” Phil told you, handing you a bottle he grabbed from the side of the car door. You obliged blissfully as he reached for your feet, undoing your heels in his lap and you squealed as you felt his touch. It was so soft but so distinctly his.

“Where is she tonight, your girlfriend?” You lifted his sunglasses from your face, letting them sit in you hair as you talked.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

You took one more sip of your water before capping it and putting it on the floor.

“I could if I knew. I could also tell you that I could show you a good time,” You moved your feet in his lap, dangerously close to the place you wanted then the most.

He shook his head with that same grin he wore all night. “You are so wasted right now, baby.”

The rest of the night was hazy and the morning arrived with a pounding in your skull. You woke up before Phil for the sole reason of sticking your head in the toilet to empty the contents of your stomach. Phil woke up quickly after, your empty spot on the bed subconsciously telling him you weren't there. He looked for where you could've been which didn't take too long once he heard you from the bathroom.

"I see last night caught up to you," He spoke softly as he sat down next to you on the floor, his voice low and raspy. He held your hair back as you retched, wincing a little.

"Good girl. Let it out, baby," he lulled as his free hand rubbed your back. He stayed like that, comforting you when heaved just a little too hard and he would continue to do so whether you wanted it or not. When he didn't hear you anymore he got up from the floor to go to the sink, filling up one of the many complimentary cups the hotel offered with water. He sat back down again and handed it to you.

"You okay?" He asks and you nod, drinking the water. Once you're done the two of you sit like that for a few moments, soaking in each other. Your head rests in the nape of his neck, your body in his lap, and his head on yours. The early morning is calm in Monte Carlo and so are you.

"We should get breakfast, yeah?"

"Yeah." You agree.

"Get you some coffee for that hangover," He suggested, mumbling into your hair. While sobriety had kicked in and the effects of alcohol were long gone, there was a part of you that always felt the way you were when you were drunk. He felt it too. Or maybe you were just in love.

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[chrisevansdaughter]

Hi!!!

Could you do a Chris Evans x autistic child daughter reader where shes finished school for the holidays either Christmas or summer and she’s struggling with the routine change?

THANKS LOVE YOU MWAH

The holidays are here, the routines are out

Chris Evans x autistic daughter

Summary: finally the holidays are here, school is out and so is the routine. Chris helps reader though the struggle of routine change.

It was finally December 17th, school was out for the holidays. Three long weeks of social events and recuperation it couldn’t come sooner the relief that left your face was comforting for you dad to but he knew that with the relief came the hardship of the dreaded routine change.

Like clockwork you are up at 7am on the dot ready to go though your morning routine, by 8 it was blueberry pancakes in the kitchen for breakfast. Something was off you could sense it, you knew it was the holidays but where was your dad… you thought, that thought was soon shook off when you noticed the time. Finishing the rest of you breakfast like it was going to disappear.

You were late. You were never late. Routine it’s my routine, it’s good.

That was what tipped you over the edge. No one could ever predict how badly routine changes would affect you it was always different.

So when Chris heard a sobbed scream from the kitchen he knew the realisation had hit for you. Sprinting like his life depended on it with sleep still ever present, in his joggers that he went to bed in he got to the kitchen in 5 seconds but it felt like 5 minutes.

Gripping you softly, as to not make you hurt yourself, he murmurs “breathe for me baby, breathe.”

Hyperventilating the slow steady rise and fall of the hard object your sloped against in a exhausted pile of yourself. Slowly you come back to your senses the ringing stops, the dizziness fades. It’s your dad the lifeline you always came back to.

“Hey sweetie, you don’t have to say anything but how about we talked about a routine for the holidays, you can work on some coursework whilst I work in my office if you want to - if you think it’ll help.” Chris says noting your quiet exhausted demeanour. He knew routine was essential for you to keep some sort of grasp on reality.

“Huh, yeah that sounds good dad, thank you for always being the level head whilst I’m all wobbly and out of sorts.” A small smile formed on your face.

It made Chris’ heart flood with relief.

“My pleasure sweetheart.” He lightly kisses her forehead.

A couple of days later the plan previously mentioned was underway and it seemed to be working really well. It not only made Chris smile it made you feel content and like you had a hold of something.

Sometimes if you needed it you would go on the daily dog walk in the morning with dodger and your dad, just to get out of the same “4 walls” that sometimes drove you nuts.

But all in all the holidays were always the best regardless of if the routine was out.

Finally finally, she’s back.

I’m gonna get straight to it, I might be leaving again in a weeks time ( I don’t know i literally just get an email telling me it drives me insane) but I thought whilst I really have masses of downtime here is the first ask after a long hiatus!

Thank you so much to @remuslupinsdaughter for this ask and girl I get you! I hope you all enjoy and please don’t hesitate to send in asks and reblog!!

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[jscameron]

Been on a bit of a hiatus because I didn’t know what to write. 😭 Here’s a fic of Rafe Cameron x fem reader.

Warnings: mdni, 18+, public sex, drug use, oral (male & female receiving), rough sex, uses of the terms: bitch and slut a few times, maybe that’s it? idkkkk

Word Count: 1.5k

Enjoy, and please let me know your thoughts! Reblog and like if you want to!

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You knew by the way he was looking at you, that this was going to be a long night.

You’re at a party that the Kooks were throwing, so you know you were going to get into some shit. You just didn’t know what kind of shit.

You’re dolled up wearing a black, lacy lingerie set that’s tucked into your ripped jeans, and wearing your favorite pair of vans — you knew this would get his attention. Rafe Cameron. It seems that every time you looked glanced around to take in the scene, you’d see his eyes following you and your every move.

“Y/n? Hello? Are you even listening to me?”, your friend, Natalie, snaps you out of your daze. “Huh? What?”, you ask. “Bitch. Are you actively looking for Rafe? You little slut!”, she teases. “C’mon, Nat. You knew he was the only reason that I came to this party.”, you groan. “Yeah, girl. That, and because it’s at his house.”, she says, dramatically. “I’m going to go to the bathroom. Wanna come with?”, you ask her. “Nah, girl. Your mission is to find Rafe, I’m going to find Topper.”, she smirks.

You make your way to the bathroom, and see that the door is closed, and knock. “Yeah? Just a second!”, a voice — Rafe’s voice — calls out. Fuck. You wanted to prep before you got to be near him, you know, fix your makeup and your hair; that sort of thing. Well, better late than never to see him, I guess. The knob turns and your heart is in your throat. You eye him as he’s eyeing you, a hungry look in his eye. “Ah, y/n. Just the girl I wanted to see.”, he says before dragging you by the arm into his bathroom.

Panicked, you are like a deer in the headlights, frozen, breath hitched, not sure of your next moves. He is inches away from your face, you can feel his breath fanning on you, and he locks the door behind you. “So, you came out all this way for me?”, he asks, teasingly. “You look stunning. Makin’ me think about what I want to do to you.”, he says as he pushes some hair behind your ear. “Y-yeah, well, no! Natalie invited me because she wanted to see Topper and —“, you’re cut off by him kissing you and holding you against the door. “That lingerie you have on is so hot.”, he says, as he starts to unclasp the back of it, showing your bare breasts to him. You try to cover yourself, but he takes your hands and holds them against your sides, taking your beautiful body all in. “Damn, you’re even hotter undressed.”, he says as he bends down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, palming the other breast.

“R-Rafe. I don’t think we should be doing this in here.”, you say, breathlessly. He stops what he’s doing and looks you in your eyes. “You mean you don’t want me to do this?”, he asks as he starts unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, to pull the rest of your bodysuit down. You’re bare now, and he’s eyeing you hard. “Damn, y/n. I’m so fucking hard right now.”, he says as he’s rubbing his cock in his jeans. “Rafe, I —“, he cuts you off as he kisses you. He is running his hands all over your body. He gets to your cunt, and starts rubbing ever so slowly. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Are you sure you want me to stop? Get on top of this counter.”, he says. Before you can do anything else, he picks you up and places you on the countertop.

“Spread those legs for me, baby.”, he orders. You hesitate, but you both knew that you wanted this. You lean back onto the mirror behind you and slowly spread for him. “Yeah, baby. Look at how wet you are.”, he kneels in front of you, his face eye level with your pussy, fingers messing with your velvety folds. “If you’re gonna fuck me, just do it. Please.”, you beg. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetie. I’m going to do more than that.” he says before sliding a ringed finger into you and taking your clit into his mouth.

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“Fuck! Rafe!”, you scream as your hands ruffle into his hair. He has already brought you into your third orgasm, and his dick hasn’t even been inside of you yet. Holy shit, can this man eat some pussy. He’s moaning as you keep cumming, the vibrations in his lips sending you over the edge. He finally comes up for some air. “Oh yeah, y/n. I’m fucking ready.”

He’s undoing his belt buckle, and slips off his pants and boxer briefs in one motion, cock bouncing slightly from being freed. You take the sight of him in, and that’s when you hop off the counter, get onto your knees, and take all 8 inches into your mouth. “F-fuck! Damn, bitch. You’re wild for me.”, he says as he takes a handful of your hair and lets you work your magic on him. You’re loving this. The feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, the tug of his hand into your hair, the tension in this room, him looking down at you as you’re a drooling and gagging mess, tears rolling down your face. “Awe, baby, can you not take it?”, he asks teasingly, knowing damn well you can’t answer. As you look up at him with your doe eyes, you feel him twitch in your mouth, you have him right where you want him. “Get up. Hurry. I want to cum in your pussy.”, he barks, hand still in your hair, grabbing you off of his dick.

“Face the fucking mirror and watch.”, he orders. He pushes you towards the counter and positions you how he wants you. Facing forward in the mirror. You brace yourself onto the counter and push your ass back to him, making your pussy spread on its own. He’s palming his dick in one hand, the other holding tightly onto your hair. You feel the tip of his dick on your entrance, then, all at once, you feel his pelvis on your ass. Rafe Cameron is inside of you and you love it. He starts slow and then eventually gets into a good rhythm.

“F-fuck, Rafe, fuck!”, you moan as his thrusts are getting faster and sloppier. “Please, don’t stop. Yes. Just like that.”, you stare at him in the mirror, moaning and drooling as he keeps going. “Yeah, darling. That’s it. Watch me fuck you, feel me inside of you, don’t look anywhere else, don’t think about anything else.”, he orders, breathing getting heavier and faster. “Fuck! This pussy is so good and it’s all mine.”, he says as he leans into the crook of your neck and shoulders. You feel him getting sloppier, knowing he’s close to his orgasm. You’re moaning so loudly, but you don’t care if anyone hears, you’ve wanted him so bad for months and you finally have him. You moan more and cum once again, and then you feel his dick twitch inside of you as he releases ropes of cum to paint your walls inside of you.

“Holy fuck, y/n. That’s it. You’re mine.”, he says as he’s pulling out of you, letting his cum slowly release out of your cunt. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you. Now get your clothes back on and come back out with me.”, he says. You do as you’re told and when you exit the bathroom, his hand on the back of your neck, you see Natalie and Topper across the way immediately, and you know you’re caught.

“Hey, Nat. Top.”, you say, shyly, but still in a daze from what you just experienced with Rafe.”Yesssss, bitch!”, Natalie says to you, totally supportive of what she knows went down in the bathroom. Rafe and Topper exchange a handshake and a congratulations because Topper knew as well. It’s like those two were betting on you and Rafe having sex at this party. “C’mon, y/n”, Rafe calls out to you, “Let’s go outside and get some air.”, he says. You follow him, leaving Natalie and Topper inside to do God knows what.

Once you get outside with Rafe, there’s still a ton of people at his party, but it feels like it’s just you and him. You see him fish out a joint and lighter out of his front pocket and he lights it. “You want some, darling?”, he asks, offering you the joint. “I, uh, I don’t really smoke, so I don’t know how.”, you say, shyly. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll help you.”, he says. He inhales slowly, grabs you by your jaw, and you open your mouth slightly. He brings his lips to yours and blows in, as you inhale. “Good girl.”, he says. Hearing those two words makes you want to go another round with him.

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[cheegu3]

Hello! I really like your yandere works, especially the Treasure ones. I was wondering if I could request a yandere! Treasure reaction to the reader being really needy for their affection please and thank you? 😁

thank you! I hope u like it 🖤

tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, abusive relationships, possessiveness, alcohol, nicknames, swearing

note: back from a semi-hiatus, life’s been kinda crazy but hopefully I can get back into writing again, I can’t promise I’ll be super active though since I will probably just post whenever I feel like it!!

pc: jessicaescanosanchez, anddrtm, 6ruto, ilovdubu, chscore, adinant4e, asa0hi, hana1jo, mjk_195, fairyinapril, chocorry, tresn_

~ Treasure - reaction to reader being needy for their affection ~

Hyunsuk

He was a bit surprised, expecting it to take way longer for you to initiate or even want his affection. It still made him very happy though, and he’d cherish the moments you would spend together; it somehow felt a little bit more special if you had asked for it.

Hyunsuk would feel as if everything he had done, every time he hurt you and all the trouble he had to go through to get where you were now - was all worth it. He had dreamt so long for this moment, it almost felt unreal.

But beware that if you get too clingy and get in the way of his work you might piss him off and get punished instead, he didn’t care if that meant he’d have to wait a few weeks to get you into a cuddle-mood again.

‘‘ Are you done with work now? ‘‘ your face lit up when you noticed your boyfriend finally closing down his laptop.

He scoffed, his face breaking out into a smile at your adorableness. 

‘‘ Yeah, have you missed me? ‘‘

You nodded and came over to give him a hug.

Jihoon

Not at all surprised - he had carefully isolated and manipulated you into seeing him a certain way, more specifically your ideal type.

He knew that after sometime of pursuing you, you’d become absolutely obsessed with him. Sometimes, he’d lay at night picturing you driving yourself crazy wondering what he was doing at that moment, or what he had done to you to make you feel that way.

And soon enough you did cave in - showing up at his house and confessing your love for him. He’d try to act cool about it, normal and surprised as if he didn’t know anything.

You being needy would boost his ego, he would look down on you with such a satisfied smirk that you almost regretted begging like that. Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from doing it over and over. It was like he had put a spell on you.

‘‘ I’m gonna go hang out with my friends now, I’ll be back at about 12. You can go to bed before me ‘‘ he said monotonically - as if he didn’t know how you’d react, he had done it on purpose of course.

You groaned.

‘‘ What! But why? Can’t you stay here and spend the evening with me? ‘‘ you internally cursed yourself for the way your voice went a pitch higher and turned into a sort of whine.

Jihoon couldn’t stop the smirk from forming as he watched you beat yourself up. He felt satisfied knowing he had you wrapped around his finger.

Yoshi

He feels too embarrassed to show he likes it, as if it would somehow ruin his pride if his stoic mask slipped and showed a small smile - so instead he’d act indifferent to it, he gave you attention and affection when you asked for it but not too much and while doing so he tried not to show how pleased he was, basically jumping around on the inside.

You knew though but kept it to yourself, you had caught him blushing or smiling to himself once he thought you were out of sight - but knowing he’d beat the shit out of you if you teased him about it or brought it up, you kept quiet.

The first time you had seen it was after you had been pushed off his lap when Yoshi thought you had cuddled him enough.

‘‘ I have stuff to do ‘‘ he grunted, forcefully pulling you off.

You rolled your eyes, slightly hurt by his rejection but obeyed regardless, in fear of him punishing you.

That’s when you saw it; his reflection in the mirror that was standing on his desk showed him smiling widely while keeping his head down.

Your heart beat loudly while just seeing it and you secretly smiled to yourself too as you left the room, having been ushered out for the second time.

Junkyu

He’s just over the moon. There’s nothing better to him than having you be clingy and seeing you want or need his affection and love.

Sometimes he was scared he’d come across as obsessed or lovesick, potentially leading to scaring you away and make you stop wanting it. Because of this, your boyfriend didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve all the time, only showing some excitement and love.

To an outsider he would just look like any other boyfriend - sporting a cheesy grin when you were pouring your heart out while out and drunk or offering you his jacket when you were cold. Junkyu was a little proud of how good of an actor he had become.

‘‘ I...I’m so grateful for you ‘‘ you said slowly, looking up groggily at your boyfriend.

The alcohol was rushing through your body making you feel more bold, carefree and loving. He gave you his signature smile in answer and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. 

Then he scanned the room to see if any of the guys were eying you and smirked whenever he’d get eye-contact with one of them; knowing that you belonged to him.

Mashiho

Being naturally suspicious of you, this would strike him as you trying to manipulate your way into getting more freedom so you could run away - why else would you do it?

Logically he’d try to reason with himself several times, arriving at the conclusion that why would anyone want affection or love a partner that treated them like he did? Mashiho wasn’t delusional. 

He knew of other people’s relationships and the dynamics that come into play. He also knew of what was right and wrong. So did he feel bad then for being abusive? - no.

Therefor, always seeing things from your point of view made him feel confused in this situation like what was your ultimate goal or what would you gain by doing this?

‘‘ Babe? ‘‘ 

Your call down the hall received no answer. Furrowing your eyebrows, you walked down it to see if your boyfriend really was in his office or if he had ignored you.

‘‘ Mashiho? ‘‘ you tried again as you stopped in front of his office.

It was open and you saw his back turned to you. He was sitting at his desk, turning only his head at the sound of you voice.

‘‘ Yes, what do you want? ‘‘ 

His cold tone caught you off guard.

‘‘ I was wondering...if I could sit in your lap, maybe ‘‘ you said, carefully watching his back to see how he’d react. 

He scoffed to himself, not failing to notice your sad expression at this in the mirror.

‘‘ What do you really want? ‘‘

Jaehyuk

He was also happy and paranoid, but unlike Mashiho it wasn’t that extreme to the point where he couldn’t even enjoy those moments you shared.

The more you do it the less suspicious or scared he’ll be every time. It felt scary at first because it felt like you had it all figured out and was only asking for affection since you felt guilty. 

It was a stupid and insecure thought, he knew that and he even told you by around the 4-5th time that he felt paranoid and weird about it. When you explained that you actually wanted his affection and that it was your only motive - that made him a little bit more comfortable and relaxed.

Jaehyuk would from that point on initiate contact a lot more often, as well as doing small things for you like buying you flowers or food - any way he could show his love really.

‘‘ I got you something ‘‘ 

You looked up from your phone curiously and then came over to look at what his eyes had previously been looking at.

His eyes sparkled as he looked at you full with love. He couldn’t wait for you to open it, knowing you would love it.

And you did! 

Your shined with happiness as you looked at the box with your favourite food in it, packed nicely next to a card that said ‘’ I hope you enjoy, love Jae :) ‘’.

Asahi

He felt embarrassed that the sudden change and any neediness from you made him blush visibly. You’d tease him about it, making him turn even more red. 

But his heart felt happy, happier than ever before. Any time you’d look at him with those puppy-eyes, he’d fold; ready to do whatever you wanted and smiling as you both enjoyed it.

Asahi’s love language was physical touch so you can imagine how long he had craved this - spending most of his time zoning out while daydreaming about the day that you accepted him and wanted his love - even doing it at work, which he’d gotten in trouble for a few times.

‘‘ I’m done now, want to make dinner? ‘‘ your boyfriend asked, smiling warmly down at you.

Your eyes lit up and you hurried over to the kitchen counter.

‘‘ Can you hug me first? ‘‘ you said playfully, having craved affection all day from being separated.

His facade fell down immediately, cheeks quickly turning red and an uncontrollable smirk plastered on his face.

Yedam

Expect to get love-bombed - showered in gifts, acts of service, kisses, hugs and compliments until it gets almost suffocating.

Yedam had waited a long time for you to show any want for affection so when you did he took it as that you fully embraced him and loved him back. Hence, the love-bombing and clinginess.

It would subside after some time if you stopped being as affectionate back. He’d take a step back and realise it was doing the opposite to what he wanted, and he missed you initiating it and asking for it instead.

He had always been ‘’ too much ‘’ in relationships. Scaring them away with his extreme obsessions and idealisations that his partners often didn’t live up to - but all you needed to do was reassure him that you two were okay and he’d tone it down.

Your boyfriend gave you another kiss, the fourth since he said he was in a hurry and leaving. You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes, almost cringing as his lips touched yours yet again; this didn’t go unnoticed by Yedam who immediately drew back and stared at you.

‘‘ Why the fuck did you do that for? ‘‘

You felt your breath get caught in your throat, scared that he was angry.

‘‘ We can...talk about it when you get home, but you’re late please go! ‘‘

Doyoung

This guy also idealises you a ton. He thinks you’re the most important, beautiful and amazing person to ever grace this earth. 

He would do anything for you - so naturally he’d freak out over this new version of you. One he never expected to come no matter how long he’d wait for it. Doyoung had prepared for you to hate him for the rest of your life because of your yandere situation but he was okay with that, whatever meant he could be close to you.

So this was huge - if you did that, then that must mean he’s special to you. Maybe he is even up there with being an angel gracing the earth just like you were in his mind.

‘‘ D-did I do something different, why, why now? ‘‘ your head whipped up to look at your boyfriend.

It was the first time you had just walked up to him and hugged him and his reaction was somewhat expected. His eyes looked wide and crazed, as if his mind was going at a thousand miles per second.

‘‘ I-I don’t know what I did...’‘ he was ignoring you, talking to himself and then the grin that spread across his face as he did so, creeped you out so much you had to get out of his hold.

Haruto

He was indifferent, maybe even a bit disgusted. You were mostly a sadistic game to him and nothing more. Maybe he did love you underneath all that complicated psychoticness but he wasn’t sure how to deal with that.

Similarly to the others, he’d be suspicious. Treating you horribly, one could only expect the opposite response right? So why now? Why would you ask him to hold you when you were sleeping - why would you ask him to kiss you before he left every morning?

Perhaps you knew he loved you deep down and wanted to get a reaction or to punish him for how he’d treated you. His coldness wouldn’t change, however he would do what you asked; trying to reason with himself that the butterflies that sparked up any time he did, was just a normal reaction.

‘‘ I love you ‘‘ you buried your face into his arms lovingly, feeling extra affectionate that morning.

Maybe it was due to him going away for a few days but normally that would make you excited as it was the perfect opportunity to escape.

‘‘ Why aren’t you saying it back? ‘‘ your voice sounded embarrassingly whiny, which Haruto of course noticed.

‘‘ Shut up ‘‘ he said sternly. 

And just like that your cuteness was gone and rejected, he pushed you off of him and walked away like you meant nothing to him.

Jeongwoo

He knew it would happen sooner or later due to his hard work, but it was still a huge surprise when one day it just came.

Jeongwoo had been away for a few months touring, only occasionally being able to facetime you or visit in between. Every day had become monotone and his guards watched you closely; meaning you couldn’t escape, only accept your current situation. 

After a while it started to become lonely too. You missed having someone to talk to, be woken up by or have meals with. You missed even the petty fights and his laugh and voice.

They say the heart grows fonder when apart so maybe that’s what made you run into his arms with a big smile on your face when he finally returned home.

Your boyfriend froze - not used to this version of you. Then he relaxed and leaned into it.

When he pulled away to look at you, he looked happier than you’d ever seen him, a look of longing like he had missed you terribly in his eyes.

‘‘ Finally you’ve missed me ‘‘ 

Junghwan

A mix of all the members. Sort of confused and caught off guard - his age meant he had less experience with romantic situations and he hadn’t received much affection or love from dating before.

Since this was all new, he’d go to his hyungs to ask for advice. It was a sort of bonding experience since it forced Junghwan to be vulnerable - but their kind words quickly made him warmer to you each day that passed by.

It would start out small; the first time you kissed his cheek he’d awkwardly squirm away and probably leave for a few hours talking to his hyungs, making you wonder what you did wrong.

The next morning he took you out on a walk and at the end of it he’d do what you had done, kiss your cheek. His cheeks heated up immediately and he cleared his throat, looking away at whatever was in sight to distract himself long enough until the redness was gone, so he could face you again.

Your cheeks almost hurt so much from smiling.

‘‘ Thank you ‘‘ was all you could say, happy he could relieve you of your worries from the day before.

#yandere treasure #yandere kpop #kpop yandere #kpop dark romance #treasure yandere #treasure imagines

[journeyintofiction]

hii, can u do a Shuri x reader where the reader is in college and is getting verbally and physically abused by her parents due to her bad academics performance but she won’t tell Shuri because she has a country to worry about until Shuri eventually finds out because the reader won’t answer calls or texts? <33

Hello everyone! I took a tiny hiatus because I had a very huge loss in my family right before New years so I was not in the mental headspace to write anything. However, I am back and unfortunately the college semester is in full swing. Pls send help im dying 

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of verbally and physically abusive parents

Word count:1k

As always, happy reading :) 

“y/n, you better not be crying in your room before I come in there and give you something to cry about!”

I quickly attempt to muffle my sobs by burying my head in my comforter on the bed, hoping and praying that my parents can’t hear me. God knows I don’t need another beating after what happened tonight. 

It always happens like this. Every single time. I do my best, get anything lower than an A and I know as soon as I come home I’m gonna have my ass beat. No matter how hard the class is or how hard I work they don’t care because if it isn’t an A it is considered a failure. I went to the college they wanted me to go to because I could stay home and make money but that meant I couldn’t escape their abuse. 

This semester I had a slip up and got a C in a class and in turn they beat the shit out of me as a form of “teaching me” a lesson. It's not just the physical abuse, every insult was a purposeful stab at me because I failed to meet their expectations or it was just because they had a shitty day and wanted to hurt my feelings. I am at a breaking point mentally, emotionally, and physically.

I hear my phone vibrate and I pick my head up from my comforter to look at my phone and see Shuri’s name pop up on the screen. A smile slightly at the thought of her but wince when I feel the tightness of my skin from my tears drying. I slowly move over to where my phone is so I can text back before she gets worried.

Shuri always knew my schedule and when I suddenly don't answer and she knows I'm at home, she gets worried sick. I shoot her a text and let her know I cant talk and just as I am about to hit send she calls me. Out of fear I quickly answer and start speaking in hushed tones so that my parents dont hear me.

“Shuri, i love you, but right now really isn’t a good time.”

She pauses and asks, “Are you at home?”

“What? Yes I’m at home, you know my routine plus you can track me right now.” I say in confusion.

“My love, I have been trying to call you for the last 2 hours.”

I go silent for a moment and try to figure out how to explain the entire situation without getting Shuri upset or involved with my parents. She takes my silence as a negative response and begins to respond before I can.

“y/n if you have something going on, please just tell me.”

I bite my lip and respond on the verge of tears, “Shuri I want to tell you, I really do but if I say anything… I-”

I get cut off by my mom coming up the stairs and I shove my phone under my pillow but don’t end the call so Shuri can hear everything.

“Who are you talking to up here, huh?”

I look at her impassively so that she believes me, “No one mom, I'm rereading something for my test tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you better be because if I see you come home with another B or less, you are gonna get your ass beat again. I'm not playing with you, your father and I have told you time and time again that we expect you to achieve and you fall short every time.”

I feel my eyes getting watery but otherwise show no emotion and respond as I always do, “of course, I’ll make sure its nothing less than an A.”

My mother looks at me hard and nods, “Keep studying and while you’re at it, dust your room and do laundry.”

With that she leaves to go back down stairs for the night and I pick up my phone from under my pillow. 

“Shuri, are you still there?”

Instead of a reply I get a facetime call and I accept it quickly, frowning at her when she appears on screen. 

“What's wrong? Why did you need to facetime me-”

Shuri looks at me angrily, “How long has this been happening?”

“How long has what been happening?” I say, playing dumb and hoping that she will drop the conversation.

“y/n.”

I sigh, “years, I… never said anything because I know you are busy and this is not your concern and responsibility.”

“All those bruises over the last few months, they were your parents weren’t they?” she whispered.

Looking down and picking at my comforter I mutter a soft “ya.”

She sighed and didn’t say anything for a moment, seemingly unsure of how to broach the subject without hurting me or making me uncomfortable. Then she finally asks, “What else have they…done?”

I hesitate and glance at her on the screen, “It’s just yelling and berating me most of the time but when I get a bad grade they, uh, beat me.”

“Is that why you reacted poorly when I yelled a few weeks back?”

I nod and she looks away from her screen guiltily, “No, Shuri don’t do that to yourself, you didn’t know back then.”

“I should have picked up on it though, I mean seriously the bruises and the flinching whenever my voice was raised should have told me everything I needed to know.”

I see her moving around frantically packing things and I frown because as far as I knew, she didn’t have a meeting and wasn’t expected to go anywhere this evening. When she glances over and sees my confused look she shrugs and raises an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Shuri… what are you doing?” I ask with my head cocked to the side.

“I’m coming to see you… and talk to your parents.”

“YOU'RE WHAT?”

A/N: Please forgive any grammatical errors, I am extremely tired and have had a looonnngggg week. 

#shuri x y/n #shuri x reader #shuri fanfiction #shuri udaku #shuri

[queerxqueen]

I don't understand why the wrote Will being in love with Mike. I genuinely don't get it.

I'm going to bulk post a bunch of asks I have right now, all from presumably different anons, to illustrate the outrage:

stranger things s4v2 spat in my face and called me a queer that doesn't deserve love and a happy ending :/

I don't know why we thought the Duffers would write something good with Will when they didn't have anything to do with Robin and her coming out scene. I'm sorry I put faith in them. They're hopeless.

Wait until all the interviews start coming up, they will say that we, of course, misinterpreted everything and that they didn't intend on going that way at all. All while patting themselves on the back for that they think is an amazing story.

The fact that Mike was only able to give his speech to El at all was only because of Will... It's tragically hilarious and heartbreaking. If I shipped M*leven I would be upset that a third party character had to come in to push them along in the first place. Awful writing from the Duffers.

How dis the duffers think that what they wrote in vol. 2 meant Will’s sexuality was addressed??????

I mean — what did we expect from straight white men?

Why didn’t they just give Will someone else to like? Why did it have to be Mike? Even no one at all — it wasn’t necessary for his sexuality! This is a mess

Wow . Really fucking disappointed. They literally ruined mikes character, bye . He was my secon favorite now he is just like ….. idk my 7th favorite

Not only did Byler lose, Will stans in general lost because he STILL never came out as gay

Stranger Things is the Eleven show. Other characters can suffer as long as Eleven gets the center of attention. Only Eleven deserves happiness. Fuck other people's character development as long as El gets all the screen time and the hero worship. Other people can die and cry as long as Mileven gets to be the end game.

You know, I’m absolutely speechless about this. This makes me think they may kill off Will in the last season cause you know, why not kill of the gay boy. I couldn’t even enjoy the rest of it because of these scenes. What was the point of this???

yeah I'm just gonna leave the Byler tag and purge my follows list. I was excited for vol 2 but having been on the queerbait train before I'm gonna get off here thanks to you though for making the hiatus fun! I loved all your posts and theories!

this isn't even all of them

#byler #st spoilers #stranger things #stranger things 4 #antimileven #anon

[vonpharma]

w[h]ip wednesday!

i had a 3 day breakdown about how slow i am writing these sicktember fills but i think i'm fine now. here's some from my day 4! wheeeeeeee god i hope i finish in time.

here's nick and maya

“Hey,” says Phoenix, angling around the side of his computer monitor to stare at her, “what’s your problem?”

Smooth.

Maya turns her head like she’s moving through wet cement, big brown eyes looking less like they belong on a girl and more like they belong on a baby seal. 

“My life is over.”

“Has your life been over all day?” Phoenix asks. “Or just since we got back to the office?”

“I was distracted earlier,” Maya says, voice small, “but it’s too quiet in here. I can hear my thoughts now.”

“Bummer.” Phoenix rolls away from his desk awkwardly, an honest attempt to be a little physically closer to her. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“You don’t wanna hear it.” Maya looks away. “You always cover your ears whenever I bring it up.”

“Oh.” He lays his arms lazily atop his thighs, averting his eyes in tandem. “Girl problems?”

Maya makes a noise that sounds vaguely like a dying animal.

“Franziska problems?”

She turns toward the backrest of the couch, nestling her face firmly in the space where it meets the cushions. There’s a bit of a tug in Phoenix’s heart, like he’s somehow let her down. 

“Maya, you know I’m just playing around when I give you shit, right? If you need a shoulder to cry on, I can… uh… well, I’ve—I’ve got shoulders?”

She turns back around, pouting. Her hair’s a mess from a long day of investigation, windblown and wild on the back of his bike. Flyaways creep out of her beads and topknot, making her look more than a little haggard. 

“Aw, c’mon, Nick, what do you know about women?”

“I know women!” His brow scrunches defensively. “I’ve been known to dabble. In dating a woman or two.”

“Yeah, how’d that work out for you?”

“I’m on hiatus.” He waves a hand. “It’s a personal choice.”

“Uh huh.” Maya sits up, then, unintentionally mirroring him. Looking down, she fiddles with the tail of her obi’s bow. “I don’t know. I thought I had such mad game, but I think I fucked up somehow.”

“You wanna tell me what’s eating you?” says Phoenix. “Did you and Franziska have a fight, or?”

“I wish!” She looks directly at him, now. “Everything was going great, Nick! We went on that picnic at the lake. Looked at the cherry blossoms. I got to listen to her talk about dorky shit for hours! We made fun of Edgeworth! She picked a bunch of petals out of my hair and was blushing the whole time! I was gonna ask if I could kiss her but I got distracted by a dog! And then she also got distracted by the dog! And then we pet the dog! Did you know she’s allergic to dogs? It’s really cute, actually, she—”

“Maya,” Phoenix interrupts, snapping his fingers erratically, “focus.”

“I thought I was charming the pants offa her,” Maya whines. “I was for sure gonna try and make it official next time I saw her, but…”

“But what?”

“She just completely iced me out!” It’s subtle, but Phoenix sees the beginnings of tears start to well in Maya’s eyes. She fights with all she is to let annoyance take their place. “Like, did you notice that? I kept trying to chat her up at investigation today, and every time she just avoided me like the plague!”

“Huh,” Phoenix says, straightening up a bit as he leans back in his desk chair, “yeah, that was weird. D’you think it was because you were with me? Franziska’s not exactly fond of me.”

Maya shakes her head. “I snuck off and caught her alone. She made up some excuse about running behind schedule and just… dipped on me.”

“How do you know she made it up?”

“Because it’s Franziska!” Maya throws a hand up in exasperation. “She doesn’t do behind schedule. Twenty bucks, she’s never been late for anything in her life.”

Leaning her head back against the couch, Maya casts her gaze skyward, toward the high, tiled ceilings and their buzzy fluorescents. The dust that’s gathered on the vents is suddenly the most interesting thing in the whole law firm. 

“This sucks, Nick,” she says, voice wavering. “I like her so much, and I know she likes me too. I keep replaying everything in my head wondering what I could’ve done or said wrong.”

Unconsciously, Phoenix finds himself mirroring her—spine straight, back against the chair. He’s got one palm at his chin, though, eyes elsewhere as he’s deep in thought. 

“That doesn’t add up,” he says after a moment’s pause. “Franziska isn’t… avoidant, at all. She usually speaks her mind pretty freely, yeah?”

“That’s what’s got me worried,” Maya looks back to him. “Like, how badly did I fuck up that she’s acting this out of character about it?”

“I think there’s probably just something we’re missing here,” Phoenix carries on, brow still knit tight as he considers variables and ideas. “Maybe I can get her to talk to you.”

“You’d do that for me?” Maya jolts forward suddenly to stand, the beads around her neck clinking together with a pleasant discordance. “Even though she’s probably gonna attack you?”

“It’s Franziska. She’s gonna attack me anyways. Might as well get something worthwhile out of it.”

“Oh, Nick, thankyouthankyouthankyou!” 

Phoenix is a hair’s breadth away from getting knocked out of his chair when Maya launches herself at him like a missile. It teeters backwards ominously before crashing back down, and he doesn’t have the time to thank any various deities for allowing him to live, because then he’s in one of Maya’s world-renowned death-grip bearhugs. She hugs like she’s on a mission to squeeze the air from his lungs, not helped at all by the fact that he’s got a mouthful of her hair as well. Wheezing, Phoenix makes a half-hearted attempt to hug her back.

After what feels like forever, she loosens around him a touch, pulls back and sniffles away what were almost tears. Phoenix takes a nice, big, beautiful gulp of air and swipes his fingers messily through his hair. 

“Hey, um…” Maya says as he’s fixing himself up. “Is it okay if I sit tomorrow out? I can do paperwork or take calls or whatever you need, I just… don’t feel like I’ll be much help in court tomorrow.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” He smiles. “I’m sure I can handle a trial or two without you there to periodically kick me under the bench.”

“You gotta, like, stub your toe a couple times in my honour, okay?” Maya puts her hands on her hips. “Can’t have you getting cocky.”

“I’m already gonna be covered in twice as many welts as usual.” He rolls his eyes. “Hey, when you and Franziska get married or whatever, do you think you can convince her to invest in a stim toy instead of maiming me in a court of law?”

“Guess that depends on if you’re successful tomorrow!” Maya places a hand on her hip, grinning with her teeth. “Knock ‘em dead, Nick. And thanks.”

“‘Course,” he says. “Can’t have my best employee working with a broken heart.”

#wip wednesday #sicktember #sicktember 2023 #my writing #nickandmaya #aa

[depressedhouseplant]

Just Fucking Write - Day 58

Prompt: A continuation of Day 56

A/N: Everyone pretend to be shocked it’s a Juyeon ship. I wanted to save this a little longer but I started a new medication a few days ago & have almost no energy right now.

“How’d it go with Y/N?” Juyeon asked when Eric got back to their hotel suite. He didn’t miss that Eric’s eyes were looking puffy.

“I told her I loved her and she said that she thought it was just a casual thing. She’s also apparently been hooking up with Miles since I came back from hiatus,” he replied.

“So you thought y’all were exclusive and she didn’t,” Kevin said.

“Pretty much,” Eric replied.

“Did you tell her that you wanted to be exclusive or more than just fuckbuddies?” Jacob asked.

“Why am I the one being interrogated here?” he glared at the other three.

“I mean, you can’t expect someone to just know that you want more,” Kevin said.

“I sent her flowers for her birthday. We would text for hours. She knew I couldn’t take her out on dates, but she seemed okay with it,” Eric said.

“But you never talked about any kind of exclusive relationship,” Jacob continued.

“How is this my fault?” Eric demanded.

“No one is saying it’s your fault. They’re just saying you can’t expect someone to know you want something without saying it. Right?” Juyeon looked at the other two.

“Exactly,” Kevin agreed.

“I’m gonna go lie down,” Eric told them. Juyeon followed him.

“Can I help you?” Eric asked when he realized the older man was behind him.

“I thought you’d want some company right now,” Juyeon replied. Eric looked like he was going to refuse then stepped back to let Juyeon in the room.

“Thanks,” Eric said quietly. He curled up on the bed and Juyeon nested himself behind Eric.

“I know it hurts. Kevin and Jacob weren’t trying to make you feel bad,” Juyeon said.

“They did,” Eric said curtly.

“Kind of ironic that the couple that knew they were in love without saying anything are telling someone that they need to communicate their feelings,” Juyeon hooked his chin over Eric’s shoulder. The younger man nested deeper into Juyeon’s chest.

“Maybe I didn’t really love her,” he said.

“Maybe. You’re the only one who will ever know that,” Juyeon told him.

“Has that ever happened to you?” Eric rolled over to look at Juyeon.

“I told someone they loved me and they didn’t say it back?” Juyeon asked.

“Yeah,” Eric nodded, rolling over to look at Juyeon.

“I did. It hurt pretty bad at the time. In retrospect I don’t think I actually loved him,” Juyeon replied, brushing a hair out of Eric’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” Eric asked, his brown eyes still slightly red from earlier.

“Are you asking because you want to kiss me or because you just had your heart broken?” Juyeon asked.

“I want to kiss you. I want to see what it’s like to kiss someone I know cares about me,” Eric replied.

“Y/N didn’t care about you?” Juyeon questioned.

“She did, but I know how you feel about me. Like Jacob and Kevin know how they feel about each other,” Eric answered. “I know you feel more for me than just a friend or band mate.”

“Was I that obvious?” Juyeon bit his lip.

“Showing up in my bed in just your underwear when you knew I was in the shower was my first clue,” Eric smiled.

“I do feel more for you than just friends, but I didn’t want to interfere,” Juyeon replied.

“Now there’s no one to interfere with. So kiss me?” Eric asked again. Juyeon pressed his lips against Eric’s, a vision that had haunted his dreams for years. Now it was real. He was kissing the boy he fell in love with almost as soon as they’d met. Through every hookup or short term fuck buddy, it had always been Eric. Juyeon swore he’d never say anything because he knew Eric was seeing someone else. He poured every ounce of love he felt for the younger man into the kiss.

“Wow,” Eric said when they finally parted.

“Wow?” Juyeon repeated.

“So that’s what it feels like to kiss someone who loves you,” Eric told him.

“I’ve loved you for longer than you’ll ever know, Eric Sohn,” Juyeon kissed him again.

“I think I love you too, Lee Juyeon,” Eric grinned.

#just fucking write 2k24 #the boyz fanfic #the boyz juric #juric

[irrolyphant]

.

So recently I posted about how things in my life are gonna get very bad, and that I would probably suddenly be gone for some time. I thought I’d update you on that.

It hasn’t happened yet, and we don’t know when it will.

The long-story-short is that my amazing Dad is dying.

———————————————

In 2020 he was told he had prostate cancer. Due to the pandemic, many cancer patients received little to no help from the NHS, and my Dad was no exception. We were literally left to google his cancer in order to learn anything about it. Eventually, we were led to believe (don’t get me started on the complete lack of honesty and openness of literally every NHS professional we’ve encountered so far) that his cancer, while not curable, could be slowed down to the point that he would die of old age WITH cancer, not OF cancer.

So many terrible awful dreadful things have happened since then. Seriously, he’s been through so fucking much. And then, early this year he was told he had a second cancer. (After being told he does, then he doesn’t, then he does, then he doesn’t…) This one is incredibly rare, and no-one in our local hospitals can identify it beyond the fact that it’s a bone cancer. Because of its rarity, it cannot be treated at all. And it’s spread. So too, it turns out, has his prostate cancer.

His bone cancer has “eaten” away his right hip, and his right leg is now up in his pelvis. And his right femur is broken. So he is, of course, unable to walk. The doctors said (in pretty much the only direct communication we’ve had from any doctors) had he remained bedbound, he’d have died by April. But because we can lift him into a wheelchair then lift him into his armchair, his lungs are able to clear every day, and his heart is getting exercise, so they said that’s keeping him going. But he likely won’t see Christmas.

Before I made my previous post, his health declined enormously, and we were sure he was nearing the end of his battle. But, in his words, he’s “a stubborn bastard” and he somehow managed to improve again (not quite to the way he was before the decline, but pretty close).

So, we have no clue whatsoever about when anything might happen. We just know that it will.

———————————————

I don’t know how I’m going to react, but I do know that I am going to be absolutely devastated. Don’t let them fool you — knowing it’s going to happen doesn’t make it easier! As I said before, I might take a hiatus for however long. But then again, who knows, maybe I’ll find that being here is a fantastic distraction??

So yeah. I thought I’d fill you in, in case you were curious or concerned, and were wondering how things are going, as since I posted not a lot has changed in terms of how I’m posting here.

🫶🏻

#[.] #[personal] #tw: cancer #tw: injury #tw: death

[medicallymercury]

This is the least enthusiastic I’ve felt about Casualty spoilers in forever. I'm concerned and I'm worried and we don't even have the security of finding out what happens next with tomorrow's spoilers. I got rambly so it's all below the cut:

I’m sat here trying to figure out if this is likely to actually end up with Sah leaving or if it’s gonna be a classic “Jan won’t let you resign” moment. I mean, when we were talking about there being too many paramedics, I was very certain that Sah wouldn’t be leaving. But on the other hand; there are still too many paramedics, it can’t be Jan or Teddy leaving anymore because all that stuff is happening with them, and I have said that the longer that Teddy won’t talk to Sah the more it feels like they’ll never be able to be friends again and what can they realistically do with the two of them from there? I guess we can’t really know how Arin Smethurst’s contract works, but if they agreed to a one-year contract when they joined and then a second one last year, we would be around the end of that second contract now (and Enough, which is the end of Sah’s first proper storyline and which could’ve been written differently so that Sah would leave, was around when the first contract would’ve ended). What To Watch seems to think that the hiatus starts next week, which is weird because we’ll only have 11/12 episodes of Driving Force by then. I thought that we might be getting no episode next week and then the end of Driving Force after that and then the hiatus but seems like this is it and that does have me worried that Sah could actually be going. I could swear that I’ve seen pictures of Arin on-set too recently for Sah to not continue on the show after this but I’m time blind and bad at maths so who knows.

What To Watch’s spoilers for the second episode are surprisingly lacking in detail. I will say I think it is gonna be a relatively low-amounts-of-hospital episode. The pictures we’ve seen from it are either in Switzerland or in Jan’s house. I’m quite concerned about where Teddy is at like emotionally. His whole relationship is a mess (and he must be at least semi-self-aware about that), he won’t talk to his best friend and now his uncle is probably going to die and he’s going to phone the police on his auntie. I don’t think he’s doing great.

I really hope that Sah isn’t leaving because I love them but also just because this is a really interesting place to put Teddy in when considering his friendship with Sah. The last (and only other, that I can think of) time that Teddy was really, properly upset at Sah to the point of not wanting to talk to them, it was all that stuff to do with Jan’s hearing - which just feels interesting considering he’s now going to report Jan to the police. But then, I thought they were in an interesting place right at the start of series 38 too, Teddy trying to deal with disagreements in his family that he doesn’t really understand or know what’s happened felt a lot like where he was at when he originally joined the show but instead of using that in an interesting way to inform his actions in the storyline with Sah and Paige, we got a shock proposal (yeah, I’m still not over it).

For me, these spoilers are just: “Your first favourite character is LEAVING and your other favourite character is CONTINUING TO CONCERN YOU EMOTIONALLY”. What a week, please let’s just go back to Teddy getting shot. (That sounds like I want him to get hurt, no, I just want “nobody’s ever done anything like that for me before, I won’t forget it” and “I won’t forget your birthday ever again, will I?” back.)

#casualty spoilers #cas ep: too much too young #cas ep: switzerland #bbc casualty #sah brockner #teddy gowan

[galaxies-unknown]

Hey, guys. It’s- been a while, again. Haven’t really posted here aside from signal boosts since March... My energy has remained on my little passion idea, and... I don’t have energy for anything else. My panic attacks have begun to calm down, but I did end up reverting back to being on melatonin and caffeine... So, yeah.

TL;DR: The hiatus continues, may become a full-blown archive. RP’ing on Discord only, for now. Doing better, mentally and physically.

I figure this fixation of mine on MHA won’t last a full-blown year, but it’s... possible. It’s certainly looking that way, since it’s been about seven months, and Toshinori Yagi continues to infiltrate my every thought. In that time, I had a few thoughts- and honestly, I considered archiving all my RP blogs on Tumblr entirely, because I feel bad staying away so long and claiming I’m ‘on hiatus’, when all my energy is on one fictional guy.

I also considered making new multis- dropping the muse list down even further, and just keeping my Sonic muses, KS, Queen Chrysalis, and Yagi/Fin. Technically, I already have the potential Sonic and KS multis already made, and the YagiFin one has been around for a while... But I still only have energy and desire for the one idea.

So the hiatus is going to continue. Most likely, it will end in an archive. Also potentially, I will return once my energy for Toshi has waned enough that I feel a desire to come back here more than just keep everyone else happy because I loved all we built.

From the dynamics of Velte with Dusk, to the friendship of Peach and Rouge with Bel, to the Sensei family chaos with S-Mun... I do love everything that was made here. I loved chatting with all of you, and I do hope we can continue to do so- I’m just not high-energy in those fandoms right now, nor will I probably be for a while longer. I’m not gonna ask you guys to stick around, especially with how the hiatus has been going on for two months, and probably won’t be ending soon, if it even does.

I’ve by-and-large swapped to RP’ing on Discord for the time being, and accepting very few RP partners at a time.- All of whom are MHA RP’rs, since that’s what my brain is stuck on like a broken record...

I’m available on Discord, under Writer#7548, if anyone wants to still chat. I recently culled my friends list of people I figured wouldn’t want to contact me/I haven’t spoken to in ages/didn’t get anywhere with, so apologies if you find that I’m no longer on your friends list. You can feel free to re-add me if such a thing has taken place.

I am still faintly active on Tumblr, but that’s under a new main that is NOT devoted to RP. I won’t be giving out the tag unless asked, since I know y’all are RP’rs and... This is kinda me saying my goodbye. I don’t know if it’s forever, I want to make it permanent and just come back or stay away- but I’m not sure what it is, if I’ll be back, all the things... I just hope you all do well. I love you mates, and thank you for the 4+ years of crazy Tumblr RP chaos. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and do what makes you happy (within reason).

#a million worlds/a million ideas | mun #//I dunno #//just wanted to update you all since it's been a while #//but yeah #//blogs that weren't dedicated to RP will be sent under the other ma1n #//while I see if this fixation of mine either sticks around or chills so I can slide back to RPing in other fandoms #//I'm only RP'ing on D1sc0rd right now and even that's with a very select few ppl #//I love you all #//thank you for the memories- just in case this really is my goodbye from the main Tumblr RPC #//may be deleted if I ever slide away from hiatus/potential archive

[cozymochi]

im so sorry people are being assholes in the comments of ur iz animatics :((( they bring such joy and are so well done!! forever grateful that you share you art <3 even if you decide to take them down i just wanted to let you know that you are appreciated <3<3<3 hoping your day goes well and you find small unexpected delights

I don’t plan on taking them down. That carnal part of me gets a lil’ joy when I still see nice comments anyway. It’s only been a year, but I still get comments! So that’s crazy.

BUT!!

Another fear I do have is the response if I do post again, and it’s completely different than what those 2.4k subs are expecting to see. I’ve already warned about it literally a year in advance, and then again very recently in multiple places. Idk why I SHOULD be uneased by it, but it’s not like IZ fans are quiet when it comes to their distaste when something changes. *cough.* It’s part of why I’ve distanced myself from that fandom (there’s a myriad of reasons but still).

Insanity incoming:

I don’t have immediate plans to make more animatics, they’re kind of long term thing to consider. Back when I used to make them I had NOTHING but free time and my biggest concern was feeding myself cuz my home environment was horrid and I had zero means of leaving since I lived in bum fuck nowhere! Since my last yt upload I moved out, was in a car wreck (not even 2 days in), my own car went through thousands of dollars in repairs, i got a job, went through a period where I worked nearly 100hrs for several months consecutively with hardly any breaks, and to think! It wasn’t and it’s still not sustainable. Things changed. And I do not want to go “home.” After being forced to visit family again a month ago I especially don’t want to go back.

The channel was literally a dumping ground. I got those 2k subs when I wasn’t posting for a year. So! You can imagine I might not be prioritizing a channel I only used as a dumping ground or in a state to make fully or even barely boarded videos and shitposts weekly or monthly. Idk what these people want from me schedule wise. I make $0 from it, and monetizing for a few cents isn’t worth it. I didn’t even get paid when I made thumbnails and assets for bigger channels lmfao. Yeah, I did do that. Wouldn’t know tho. Paid in “exposure” hurr hurr or “omg i need that money myself XDD cmon” whatever backwards excuse.

So what’s next in line but a bunch of strangers with fickle attention being passive aggressive and demanding I make more stuff when I say multiple times that I don’t intend to, and if I do (big if) it WON’T be what they came here for. They aren’t paying me. It’s not like I have a gajillion other things to be concerned about.

…Okay, that was a tangent.

Those few condescending comments make me just wanna outright cancel what iz stuff was left on the backburner. It was more like an indefinite hiatus until I can stomach finishing them. The files take up space anyway for the projects I’m actually interested in. Even if all of them are purely hypotheticals until I can get my focus together (which isn’t likely to happen anytime soon).

sorry about the TMI rant for a second but!! MAN!! It’s frustrating! If anything I could very well take them down. But, I won’t. Besides, for all I know some tiktok took some and it’s getting an exponentially higher amount of views anyway. I should at least keep mine…

It’s not like i don’t WANT to use it for actual new things, but the sheer pressure keeps me away. I get enough pressure to make animatics offline as it is. And if someone out there is gonna be all like “well who cares what those kids think” believe me, I get it and I promise don’t care. But at the same time it’s egghhhhhh. I delete the comments anyway.… however that doesn’t mean they still won’t bug me.

Considering all of the above it’s a miracle I don’t just take them down.

#cozy ask #Any of the condescending comments I just delete anyway. #i dont have the chops to be a ‘content creator’ or whatever robotic term people use nowadays #im not a content creator! #i just make shit then pin it on the fridge #i promise the annoying remarks are few and far between. its mostly just quoting the video or nice stuff #I dont even read them often. i just check if im bored or on accident

[starlitangels]

(Not the) Perfect Kid

I, uh... was working through some stuff. Wrote this. Wrote it for me but you can read it if you want. 2.3k words

—

I sat on the grass of the Quad, knees curled up toward my chest and arms wrapped around them. Staring blankly at the blade of grass just beyond my shoe flickering in the late-summer breeze.

Home... it’s been over two years... it’s not home anymore... Dahlia is home now. Caelum... Gavin... Damien... Huxley... Lasko... they’re home. I’m home here. I—

“Freelancer? Why are you sitting on the ground?”

I jolted and looked up. A familiar silhouette blocked out the sun. I smiled. “This was our spot, Hux,” I said. “You and I always sat here when we hung in the Quad.”

He chuckled and folded himself down onto the ground next to me. I unfolded from my curled-up position. “I remember. You told me about Kody sitting right here.”

I nodded. “What are you doing here, anyway? You graduated—I figured you’d wanna take a long hiatus before setting foot on this campus again.”

That earned me a fuller laugh. “Naw. I loved this place.” He glanced toward the admin building. “I’m here to pick up Damien. Convinced him not to spend the rest of the afternoon in the library and go on a date night with me.”

“Fun,” I said. “What are you two gonna do?”

“Dinner. Mini-golf.”

“Prepare to lose. Damien is, like, weirdly good at it. He took me once, end of my first year. Absolutely smoked me. So... yeah. Be prepared.”

Huxley snorted. “Already done, Freelancer.”

I laughed and leaned my head back, basking in the sun.

“Hey,” Huxley said softly. “Are you okay?”

I glanced over at him. “Fine. Why?”

“I dunno, dude. You just... you looked kinda down when I was walking up—and you didn’t even notice I was there until I was standing right in front of you. And, y’know, usually you’re the first person to reach out to the group chat, but you haven’t said anything for a couple weeks. I just get the feeling that you’re not... okay.”

“I’m fine, Hux.” I brought my knees back up to my chest.

“Do you need a ride home? I’m sure Damien wouldn’t mind if we swung by your place to drop you off before we head out.”

I shook my head—fervently. “No. My car’s parked in one of the lots on the other side of campus.” I waved vaguely in its general direction. “I just came here to think.”

“Freelancer,” Huxley said seriously. He closed his big, warm hand over my forearm and gave it a gentle tug until I looked at him. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I asked while heaving a sigh.

“That thing you’ve always done. Hide your problems behind everyone else’s lives and act like they don’t matter, hoping no one else notices.”

“I don’t do that,” I lied.

“Yes, you do. You’ve done that for as long as I’ve known you. So what’s wrong? Why haven’t you even sent a meme to the group chat? Why are you closed off right now?”

I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not going to matter.”

“Freelancer,” Huxley warned. I’d never heard his seriousness verge on frustration—at least, not directed at me.

I sucked a sharp breath in through my nose. “I got a call a few weeks ago. From my childhood best friend. She’s getting married in December. Wants me to go home for the wedding. Be part of the bridal party or whatever that’s called.”

“And... that’s a bad thing?”

“She, presumably, doesn’t know that my relationship with my parents fell apart after I told them about my powers. She was always close to them too. They’ll be invited. A little over two years ago, they told me I was a disgrace. A freak. Kicked me out of the house,” I explained. “Lasko’s the only one I’ve ever... really... told the whole story to. Suffice to say, my parents wouldn’t appreciate seeing me.”

“So... are you going to go?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been mulling it over for weeks. I just... I don’t want to see my parents again. Especially not alone.”

“Gav would go with you.”

“Oh, in a heartbeat. But I don’t know if I want him to go.”

“Why not? He’s your boyfriend.”

I wrapped my arms around my knees, pulling out from under Huxley’s grip. “Couple reasons. First and foremost is the fact that he’s a demon—and I’d be tempted the whole time to ask him to just remove my parents’ memories of me. So they would forget they ever had a magic freak of a kid. Gavin would also be the hottest person at the wedding and I don’t need that kind of drama or attention with my best friend’s mom thinking I’m trying to one-up her daughter on her daughter’s special day and... yeah. I don’t need that. But also... Gavin’s protective of me. I’m not just his partner—I’m his charge. That’s a big deal, for demons. Apparently. He’s, like, legally obligated to keep an eye on me. And if one of my parents says the wrong thing... I don’t want a massive breach of covert for the Department to mop up because Gavin went nuclear on my parents in the middle of a wedding.”

“How about me and Damien come with you?” The goofy smile and sarcastic tone let me know he was definitely joking, but I genuinely considered the thought.

“That’d be hilarious,” I said. “I can see the look on my mother’s face already when I show up with two dates. Neither of whom are dating me and are actually dating each other. I think my mother would have a heart attack.”

“Was it really that bad, growin’ up?” Those green eyes of his filled with concern.

I shook my head. “No, actually. I was really close to my parents when I was younger. My older sister... she was a handful. She fought with them all the time. Never respected anything or anyone—including me. If you’ve ever noticed that I get territorial and defensive of my stuff, that’s why. She always took stuff without asking, broke things that meant a lot to me. I hid everything that I didn’t want her to touch. And my parents had a hard time with her.

“In comparison, I was easy. I never talked back. Never argued. I was their happy, sweet, caring kid. I did well in school. My hobbies were quiet. I didn’t cause problems.

“My parents didn’t know that I was hiding magic from them. I always managed to explain away slip-ups. I rarely lied to them about things, so they believed me when I did lie. I managed, for years, to keep to myself on the solstices so they wouldn’t see my powers slipping out of control.

“When I finally told them... they didn’t take it well. Their perfect, easy child had powers. And they flipped their lids. So I... ran away. Now I’ve spent the last two years in Dahlia, never even considering going home. Because it’s not home.” I took a deep breath and sighed. Long and heavy. “I still haven’t fully come to terms with the fact that I’m not the perfect kid my parents wanted. They were so loving and supportive—until they found out about my powers.”

Huxley listened intently, nodding along and giving me his full attention. “That explains a lot,” he said.

“What do you mean?” My words were sharper than I meant, but Huxley’s eyebrows tilted when I grimaced at my own tone.

“You tried to make life easier on your parents because your sister... took up a lot of space. You tried to please your parents by being perfect and easy. Let me guess: you buried your own struggles so you wouldn’t burden your parents.”

I looked away from him, casting my eyes to the half-dead grass. “How’d you guess?” I asked, bitter and sarcastic.

“Because you’ve done the same for all of us since you met us?” Huxley suggested gently. “You never let yourself lean on us, but you always insist we can lean on you when we need to.”

“You guys needed me. You didn’t need my problems.”

“Freelancer—”

“Sometimes the best way to solve your own problems is to help others with theirs.”

“But that’s not what you’re doing,” he said. “You’re not solving your problems. You’re burying them—letting them fester and rot away at everything inside of you.”

I met his eyes. “I’m fine, Hux.”

“No, you’re not.” The statement was caring and gentle. He put his warm hand on my shoulder.

I glanced past him to see Damien emerging from the admin building.

“Yes, I am. Really. Trust me. Now stop worrying about me and go have a fun date night with Damien.” I pushed myself to my feet, snatched up my bag, said a quick, “Bye, Hux,” and jogged toward the admin building. I waved at Damien as I passed before yanking open the door and dodging inside.

—

“What was that about?” Damien asked. “Why’d the Freelancer run away like that?”

Huxley shook his head, staring at where their friend had fled inside. “I’m not sure,” he admitted.

“Do we need to do something about it?”

Thoughtful silence seeped between the two of them for several moments. “The Freelancer seemed determined not to let us,” Huxley finally said. “Didn’t want to spoil our date night, by the sound of it.”

Damien sighed. “That’s almost a signal that we need to.”

“Yeah. But the Freelancer would never forgive us if we did.” Huxley folded his arms, looking past Damien toward the admin building.

Damien rubbed his eyes. “If the Freelancer is so determined not to let us ruin our date, then we won’t. But we will bring this up later.” Damien gave Huxley a soft look. “I never would have had occasion to meet you if it weren’t for that stubborn friend of ours. We owe them a lot.”

“Absolutely.” Huxley nodded.

“For now, though, we’ll have fun tonight. Then give them hell tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

—

Knock-knock-knock! Heavy knuckles hit my door. I recognized the cadence and pressure without even needing to reach out with my powers to feel an aura. Huxley.

I went to my door and popped it open. “Hey Hux,” I said. “What’s up?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.” I opened the door wider and stepped out of the way. Huxley slipped in and shut the door behind him. “Figured you and Damien would be spending your Saturday together.”

“We spent the morning together,” Huxley said. “But you need us too. So he went to go grab snacks and I came to make sure you didn’t try to fully skip town at the prospect of actually talking about your struggles to your friends.”

My jaw clenched hard enough to give me a headache in my temple. “Huxley,” I said. “I told you yesterday, I’m fine.”

“You pulled away from us. You haven’t touched the group chat and I doubt you’ve even told Gavin about your internal conflict, dude. That’s not healthy. If you won’t talk to me and Dames—Damien—then the least you can do is tell Gav. He’s your boyfriend—and he’s a demon. He can probably sense your conflicting emotions.”

“Not if I only feel them when he’s not around,” I said. “He keeps me steady, when he’s here. You all do. My problems are mine to handle. None of you guys should have to deal with them.”

“What if we want to?”

“Tough luck. I don’t want to put them on you.”

“Freelancer—so what if you’re not the perfect kid your parents wanted? No one can really live up to the expectations our parents place on us.”

I snorted. “Except you, I assume.”

“No. I’ve disappointed my moms plenty of times, too.”

"Okay. So neither of us are the perfect kid our parents wanted. That doesn’t mean I have to put all my problems on you.”

“Stop retreating into yourself again, like you did your first year. You did so much for me, Damien, Lasko, and Gavin. Let us do the same for you.” He set his hands on my shoulders and looked down at me. “Please?”

The look on his face was so heartbroken that tears welled up in my eyes. I broke down, shoving myself against his chest and wrapping my arms around him.

“There it is,” he whispered, bending enough to rest his chin on my head and hold me tight. “Just let it out. Let it go.”

I sobbed against his chest and barely even noticed when he stooped and scooped me up, sitting on my couch and resting me down on his lap. I curled up against him. All the emotions and the pain I’d been keeping to myself finally overflowing the floodgates and breaking down the barriers I’d constructed to keep everything at bay.

And Huxley just rocked me, holding me. He cupped the back of my head and held it to his chest. I could hear his steady, strong, slow heartbeat against my ear.

“Hey, if you’re not sure about taking Gav home with you to that wedding, maybe ask Lasko,” Huxley suggested.

I thought about that. How nervous Lasko would be to be around my family—who he knew didn’t approve of me and my powers. “I’ll think about it,” I replied. “Maybe I just won’t go.”

“Whatever makes you feel safe, dude,” Huxley said.

Damien’s sharp knock rapped on the door.

“It’s open!” I called, voice thick with tears.

The front door creaked open and shut, revealing Damien. “Looks like you guys got started without me,” he remarked.

I managed to join in Huxley’s laugh, wiping tears off my face. “Kinda,” Huxley admitted.

—

Tag list: @thegoldenlittlerose

#usually I project my issues on Darlin'—but i needed FL and Hux #Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Freelancer #Redacted Huxley #Redacted Damien #Starlit Fic