#but yeah i underestimated proofreading yet again!!!

[amazingnot]

- 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Summary: You have to choose.

Tw: language, grammar, demons, toxic relationships, yandere, repetition of words, not proofread, gore, blood, appius decapitated someone in front of you, very gorey stuff, appius is a demon emperor so yeah, puking.

You sigh, it exactly has been 360 days since you have transmigrated here in hell, Apparently no matter how many times you run away or in your case sleep on your troubles, it would never go away. Not when the one causing you problems has you pinned on the bed, Appius smothering you once again with his undivided attention and affection.

"aren't you busy?" You grumble, trying to ignore the black feathers on your face. The feeling of the vanes brushing up against your cheek makes you shudder at the ticklish sensation.

Appius only chuckles at your predicament, his six massive black wings now tuck behind his back. "I am." He answers curtly, his eyes never straying from yours and you can't help but look away when you can see the look of absolute adoration and lovesickness in those unique gray eyes of his.

"why are you looking away? I thought you like my eyes?" Appius says, his lips jutting to a pout. His fingers gently holding your chin to turn your head to face him once again, his eyes scanning for anything that might have set you off, he was meticulous in every way.

"nothing, then why are you here if you're busy?" You ask, trying to find it in yourself to look into his eyes that seem too intoxicating, too caging that you feel suffocated yourself. Appius huffs, "Do you not want me here, love?"

Yeah, "no, it's not like that. Just worried for your assistant or something," you wince as you remember Appius' assistant, he was a demon you don't know his ranking but he looks haggard as fuck. Like death came knocking on his door, his hair was messy and tousled, his eyes sunken paired with deep eye bags, and he looked pale and if he hadn't moved you would assume him as a corpse.

"why would you worry for a measly assistant?" Appius frowns, his voice shifts an octave lower. "Shouldn't you be paying attention to me instead of worrying for some lower demon?" Appius grumbles.

"because he looks like a walking corpse."

"corpse? Are you asking me to get rid of him for you, baby?"

You immediately shake your head, "No! Absolutely not." You wouldn't want a repeat of what happened, the first few weeks of your stay here in hell. You had underestimated Appius too much.

You put too much trust in the bot you had created, put too much trust in the long character description you had typed out. It didn't end well.

The late assistant was a kind demon, you would always spot her in the distance following right behind Appius, holding multiple copies of documents while the emperor would just walk straight, his head high up.

She was endearing and compassionate, sometimes sneaking you snacks from the human world or getting you out of your stuffy luxurious room and letting you play around with the unique and special flora hell can offer.

She had also offered her assistance in helping you escape and you gladly accepted her offer. Though, when the day finally came you didn't expect to get betrayed by the demon you thought was kind.

You watch from the floor, your body too weak to escape. The demoness kneels in front of Appius a devious smirk on her face and it finally hits you. Ah, she wasn't here to help you.

You wanted to shout at her, yell at her and tell her that this wasn't very girl boss of her, tell her that women shouldn't be pulling each other down but should be helping each other out. Yet you can't, you stare with wide eyes as Appius grabs the demoness by the neck, pulling her up so that they are face to face.

The woman's legs kicked and struggled as she grasped Appius' wrist, her sharp nails clawing at the skin yet it made no mark or dent. The power difference between the two is obvious.

"baby, do you know what I do with traitors?" You raise a brow, a shaky breath leaving you. Traitor? But the demoness betrayed you to tell on Appius, how was she the traitor?

Seeing your confused expression, Appius let out a chuckle. His shoes made noise as they made contact with the quartz floor of the palace, he walked closer to your figure on the floor. His handsome face is uncharacteristically cold as he turns to face the demoness.

"she's part of the rebellion, I was gonna deal with her quietly but she set her eyes on you," Appius scoffs, tightening his grip on the demoness' neck. "And I can't exactly let that go quietly, can I?" He tilts his head to the side as if asking for your opinion.

"ah—" you utter not knowing how to respond, "cute, even now you make my heart flutter like crazy, love." Appius chuckles, his face turning soft. "Though we have to talk later about your... Little attempt at escaping me but for now we have to deal with this pest don't you think?"

Appius made the move of digging his claws inside of the demoness' throat, you flinch and turn to the side and you can hear the sound of blood dripping down to the tiles and the sound of flesh tearing apart. Appius hums, standing before you. "Don't close your eyes, love. It's very important to keep your eyes open right now, this is how an emperor deals with demons like this."

You shiver at the coldness of his voice, you shake your head. No, you can't. You've been traumatized enough by your family you don't want to add another one to the list.

"open them baby or do you want a punishment later?" You tremble and you slowly flutter your eyes open, you see the demoness still struggling for breath. Appius claws digging onto her neck and you wonder how she was still alive.

"resilient isn't she? But that makes it the more fun," Appius' other hand crawls up to touch the demoness' eyes, his fingers stop and you try to not let out a scream as Appius dug his claws, grabbing the squishy organs and pulling them out slowly. The demoness now screaming, her voice high pitch and you lower your head and cover your ears shutting your eyes close.

"this is for daring to even look at what is mine," Appius turns to look at your shivering figure, he continues. "Open them, baby."

You tremble, biting your lips as you try to keep your eyes open. Appius throws the eyeballs away, it softly lands far away from where you sat on the floor. Next, Appius' bloody hand creeps down the demoness' mouth, his fingers forcing their way inside as he holds the tongue in his fingers.

"disgusting, you dare speak to them with a mouth soiled like this?" Appius cuts the pinkish organ off so disgustingly slow, the blood spurting and staining his emperor robes and his face yet he didn't seem to mind the ichor.

You flinch your eyes shaking with every word and cut Appius makes, "s-stop," Appius sighs. "Baby, just a bit more okay? Just keep watching, it'll end soon." His voice is soft as he coos like he is comforting a scared child. You only tremble and feel the vile creeping up your throat.

Appius stares at you, turning his gaze back onto the demoness. His hand now gripping her head tightly pulling it to the side and decapitating the head from the body. Blood gushes out like a waterfall, the sticky iron liquid staining the white quartz floor, some drip down to your hair, and your eyes can only widen in horror, your mouth agape yet no sound leaves you.

You abruptly turn to the side, you can't bear to look at it much further. You feel the vile creeping up your throat and you can't stop it anymore as you puke your guts out, you shake yet you can't bring it in you to make a sound. Now you know why Appius has been ruling hell for thousands of years already, he wasn't just a bot you created, he was living.

"remember there is no salvation in hell only damnation," Appius says softly, crouching down in front of you. His hands are stained bloody red yet he doesn't seem to care as he holds your face, the ichor smearing on your cheeks. He pulls you close and gives you a sweet kiss, he tilts his head to the side, his teeth lightly nibbling your bottom lip before pulling away.

"as I thought, you look better in red, darling."

Previous part.

#amazingnot #character ai #fanfic #fanfiction #oc #original character #yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x reader #gender neautral reader #- 𝐁𝐎𝐓 𝟎𝟎𝟏 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐔𝐒 #- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈

[its-time-to-write]

ch. 4 - hustling for the good life

table of contents Oh hey it’s Jamie’s side of things

also. I don’t proofread. yes I’m sorry, no I won’t change my ways.

takes one to know one

Here’s the thing. While you’ve been hopping around London, doing interviews and press and meeting all sorts of talented musicians, Jamie’s been doing his own work. Namely, badgering Keeley about his chances with you.

“She’s really pretty,” he confessed in the car on the way home from Isaac and Stella’s. “She’s like, fucking I don’t know, ethereal or some shit.” Keeley’s basically passed out, which is why Jamie is talking so freely. He knows she won’t remember shit. 

“Learned that word the other day,” he continues, “It’s like something you see can can’t totally understand. Or like, out of your league. Anyway, that’s her. Think she was all freaked out, though. Maybe too many people. Weird, innit, international star like her anxious in a crowd of people. But I really liked talking to her. Fuck, Keeley, she’s smart. You can tell in her lyrics.”

Keeley responds with a snore.

Jamie chuckles. “Yeah, alright, we’re almost to Roy’s. Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone, yeah? Like I said, not like she’d go with someone like me anyway.”

—

Jamie severely underestimated Keeley’s ability to retain juicy gossip. Yeah she was sloshed, so much so that Roy had to carry her inside and onto the bed, but that didn’t stop her from sending Jamie a text the next morning that said, ?????? and a gif of your face.

Jamie replied in kind. ??????

U fucking kno what im asking, Keeley replied. U like her.

Jamie responds, that aint a question, keels

Fine, Keeley writes, here’s one

What the fuck did you mean, ‘someone like me????’

Jamie grimaces and puts his phone down. He’ll respond to that later but now, he has to go running around the field and puke his guts out because Roy’s a fucking sadist.

—

Jamie’s been a fan of your music since, like, your first single. He’s not even sure how he first heard it but he did, and then he’d listen to it when no one could catch him.

Then you started gaining popularity, and it was more acceptable for him to listen to your soft yet upbeat songs. He came home one weekend to find his mum playing Blue Glass on a speaker in the kitchen, and they sat down at the counter and listened to the entire album, not speaking the whole time while Simon puttered around cooking dinner.

He’s followed your career through the trade from Manchester to Richmond, then back to Man City and then Richmond again. 

And yeah, he’s had a little bit of a crush.

But god, there’s no fucking way he has a shot in hell. Sure, he’s the Premier League’s top player, but you? You’re on another level.

Paps don’t even bother trying to slander you anymore because they’ll never find a speck of dirt on you. There are always pictures of you volunteering, or visiting kids in hospitals, or petting dogs or some shit. Stuff that’s usually staged, but with you it isn’t.

You’ve never had a scandal hit the papers, always been spotted out with a famous model/actor/singer boyfriend who has never once been seen cheating on you. Jamie wonders if anyone could even consider cheating on someone with as much talent and kindness as you seem to possess.

Anyway, you’d never go for someone with his relatively checkered past. All you have to do is google “Jamie Tartt,” and there he is, making out with models, headlining cheating scandals, and having sex in fucking jacuzzis.

Yeah, you’d never go for it.

But as he’s at training, running drills and practicing goals, he keeps thinking about the way you looked with your feet in the pool, hair blowing softly in the breeze.

He decides to have a serious chat with Keeley.

—

He turns up to Keeley’s house and fucking Roy’s there, except this time it’s not really a surprise. Roy opens the door, scoffs, then walks away. 

“Prick’s here,” he calls to Keeley somewhere in the house, except it’s not as angry as it used to be. Jamie can almost trick himself into thinking it’s affectionate.

“Hello to you too, grandad,” he says to Roy’s back. Roy grunts and heads to the kitchen, presumably to finish making dinner. 

Keeley bounds down the stairs and wraps Jamie in a hug. “Glad you’re here, babe. Now we can have a good chat.”

She leads him to the couch and hands him a fluffy pink pillow, one that Jamie remembers throwing across the room more than once. Fuck, there’s another reminder why he shouldn’t even be thinking of seeing you again. He couldn’t properly emote when he was with Keeley, so how’s he supposed to navigate a serious relationship?

“Oi, stop overthinking,” Keeley says, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

“Weren’t overthinking,” Jamie replies automatically. “And since when are you a mindreader?” 

Keeley grins at that. “I’m not. Your face was just all twisty and shit, which means you’re actually using your brain for once. So come on, out with it.”

Jamie’s not entirely sure where to begin, but he opens his mouth and everything sort of comes spilling out. How he talked to you for ten seconds and is pretty sure he’ll never actually love again. And he’s convinced himself that he might have a shot but then he’s reminded of all his shitty choices and thinks he’ll never measure up but god fucking damnit, he wants something real and yeah, you’re another celebrity, but there’s something about your eyes or maybe it’s the way you move your hands, but he knows for sure that if you were just a regular girl he saw on the street, he’d feel the exact same way. 

Except neither of you are like, actually regular people, but for different reasons. And his fucking shitbag of a father is always looming in the back of his mind, especially since playing Man City the other week, and he won’t let his dad try to have any sort of hold over you because that would be shitty. So anyway, he’s pretty sure that’s everything and he’s probably going to die alone.

Keeley says, “Whoa,” with big eyes once he’s finished, and for a moment Jamie thinks she’s going to call a mental institute, but then she cocks her head and says, “Jamie, you do know that nothing’s actually happened, right? Like, you haven’t even asked her out?” and Jamie realizes that he’s been knee deep in his mind for a fucking long time.

“I mean, Roy’s no saint,” she continues while Roy shouts, “Oi!” from the kitchen, “and we still got together.”

Jamie just looks at her.

“Alright, bad example,” she says. “But hey, you’ll never know if you don’t try. I mean come on, you’re Jamie fucking Tartt! You’re like, the best footballer in all of England! And you’re right fit,” she says just loud enough for Roy to hear.

“I can’t cook for shit,” Jamie says miserably, and Roy barks out a short laugh while Keeley pats Jamie’s arm.

“You’re way too far in your fucking head, babe,” she says sympathetically. “Take it one day at a time, yeah? You don’t even know if you’ll see her again.”

table of contents

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[ohmful]

been having the craziest sugawara brain rot. wrote a new year scenario too…

didn’t really proofread this!! mainly wrote it for my enjoyment some parts might be a bit goofy but have fun reading

————————- (pure fluff :)

non gender specific

New years with Suga

to think you’ve spent an entire year again

it was definitely worth the investment

the night sky ever so clearly in your vision, not a single cloud in sight. you can feel the chilly breeze, breath of the air, hugging your body, emitting chills up your arms. gosh how you’d wish you brought a jacket with you. with all your might, you continued walking down the street hoping to find a great spot to watch the fireworks. trailing the scent of fresh yet smokey aurora that these colourful explosion leave behind, you found yourself at a half empty bench, the other occupied by a fairly tall, yet familiar figure. though you weren’t made to socialise, at least not at this time, the seat looked like it was missing its other half so you politely asked the person sitting alone.

regardless of how dark it was or how you were unable to see the face of that person, you soon realise by the soft spoken nature, teasing tone voice that it was suga.

“of course you may! you don’t have to ask when it’s with me” he replied, beaming the warmest smile ever.

as you two caught up, and reflected on the years you’ve spent together as friends and more.

“it’s pretty cold right now, isn’t it?”

“yeah…” you mumbled, hoping that he wouldn’t take notice of your sniffling nose and bare arms.

but koushi sugawara is a man that does not get fool easily. you underestimated him because god what he did next gave you a sanctuary of butterflies, roaming free in your stomach.

before you realised it, he inches closer toward you and threw his jacket onto your shoulders. the warmth from his jacket gave you a sense of physical relief, but thay didn’t matter in that moment, because him being there made you feel so at ease. the cold didn’t seem so bad, you let all else, even your thoughts dropped and enjoyed the present with suga . he has always been the type of person you’d like to talk to, someone to listen to you and someone of comfort.

as all your energy dispensed rapidly, you felt heaviness in your eyelids as they begin to droop, suga took notice of this and let you rest on his shoulder. you can smell the life all around you, the sound of sugas heartbeat, palpating so strongly. it felt very safe and you let a few of your thoughts slip out….

“you know suga, i liked you for a really long time, you’re a great friend to me and I’m glad we were able to have this friendship, whether you may like me or not doesn’t matter, thank you for being here”

you let it all out, all of those years, an abundant of stress, heavy weight lifted off your shoulders.

suddenly you felt a strange, speeding pace of heartbeats. then followed by nervous sweating and then finally sugas stuttering voice.

you looked up to realise that, oh my god- he’s RED. and it’s bad, he tried covering his face with his hands but his ear sticks out like fresh cherries ready to be picked. even you felt the nervousness suga was experiencing and then you finally realised what you just said, you basically confessed?

now you both have two, quite bright tomatoes unsure of what to do next as you got up to create some distance for yourselves.

“oh god oh god, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to say it now- Youndont have to response it’s okay, okay? I’ll give you some time, get back to me when you can-“

your legs coiled right up, your cheeks dusted with pink as you tried to get back home.

“WAIT -“

His hand interlocked into yours as he tried to get you to stay. Instead of forcing you to sit down, he got up for you.

Sugawara’s mouth ajar as you wait for the words to come spilling out of his mouth. But nothing came out.

His gaze, his eyes focused on you. A silent acceptance, or perhaps rejection, you thought.

As fireworks erupt in the background, the light painted your face within the darkness as a sparkle in his eye formed.

He pulled you in closer before whispering if he could have permission to do whatever he was going to do next, unsure of what it was but trusting your guts, you allowed him to.

his hands, cupped your cold face as he stared lovingly at you. he moved closer and exchanged his lips with yours. it was cozy, snug, or whatever adjective that can describe how beautiful it was, how comforting it felt.

he made sure to pull you in gently, making sure you can stand and let you enjoy this exact moment as much as he is, you placed your hands on his chest and the feeling of his heart, beating intensely was surely a new felt. your two body hugged, as you opened your eyes to immerse yourself in his perfectly sculpted face, relaxed eyebrows, slightly longer lashes, the beauty mark on his left eye.

remembering the tale that where your moles or beauty marks are placed, was where your past lover kissed you, you wanted to do one more thing before leaving his soft lips.

you pulled away, grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his beauty mark, hoping that your love will continue to exist, hoping that his new life he will still have that amazing face, that one exact beauty mark.

even in the far distance, your ears can pick up on the fireworks, igniting ever so strongly in manu places. and the bench, the bench with two people, were lucky enough to be able to witness their own fireworks, their hearts igniting too.

here’s a drawing as well, have a happy new year!

#sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #haikyuu sugawara #hq sugawara #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #sugawara kōshi #sugawara x you #sugawara x y/n #sugawara fluff #he’s so baby i love him #fanfic #oneshot #anime #fanart #new years

[luninosity]

Luni, I was just actually re-watching x-men and re-reading your fics and it dawned on me I haven't checked your page in quite some time and I missed your presence and decided to check tumblr...then I read the awful news. My condoleances to you and your friend's family 😔 Be strong, my thoughts are with you.

Yeah, we're still sort of...in...processing mode? Like, it doesn't feel real even now. But thank you! Thoughts, care, all of that - thank you. I sort of did the post here because I was trying to process - thank you all for helping. For listening. I love you. If you don't know, this is about the pretty big thing that just happened here - (I used to know how to do cut text here but apparently I don't know how right now)

Friend C - we shall go with C from here on out -

Like, Awesome Husband would not have his career without C. C hired him. (If you all don't know, Awesome Husband works for a JPL subsidiary manufacturing lab - like, where they *manufacture* the sensors etc that get put onto the shiny space things; Awesome Husband actually works in the IT department, so he is, as he puts it, in charge of keeping the internet/everything online running so the actual engineers can do *their* jobs, which I think is underestimating what *he* does, but anyway) (he also says please don't ask him about what the projects actually are, he just makes sure the lab is all internally humming along)

Anyway. C was the person who hired Awesome Husband. Who gave him his first real job, not an internship, which he'd had before.

We've been to C's twins' birthday parties. We went to Disneyland with him and his family...in like, 2019, the most recent time, pre-pandemic. C and his boyfriend at the time - not the one he married! and then divorced! we were at his wedding, too, and there for the divorce issues! - were at our wedding. (Yeah, it was a ride. There is some...tea...there, but not the point here.)

We were...less in touch on an everyday basis...after C left to start his own company, but Awesome Husband did some consulting work for them (actually, I did too! as a proofreader!), so we still, y'know - like I said above, we did Disneyland with him and his kids in 2019.

It's just. It's one of those things that. We thought - hey, we haven't got together in a while, of course, pandemic and all, but of course we will, of course -

And then he was in the hospital, and then we thought he'd be coming home - he posted optimistic social media things about being home for Father's Day! - and then, literally the day after that post -

As Awesome Husband said yesterday, it doesn't feel real yet. We weren't in, like, daily contact, anymore - so it's just this surreal feeling, like, we won't....ever?....get to?...anymore? ever again? like, we can't go, oh, it's been ages, can we meet up at Downtown Disney? we can't? do that?

I don't know. Awesome Husband said the worst part was having to tell his work colleagues, who, y'know, remember C before he left to start his company. AH had to tell the people who had kinda lost contact but had known C for like ten years. And he just had to...keep telling people, all day.

(Side note: the twins are with C's cousin, who was basically his sister - he was an only child, but close with her)

I...I don't even know how to end this post, honestly. I'm still doing all my daily life and job things - summer classes, and I am teaching my Monsters class - start tomorrow, or today if it's the 21st where you are - I've got two overdue book reviews, scholarly speaking -

I'm trying to get on with things. And thank you, for kindness. Thank you. It does matter. It always does matter: kindness, in the universe. Yes. Thank you.

Please do something you love, if you're reading this. Do something that makes you happy.

#answers #favoritedarkness #replies #life

[lizbotw]

i lied again i’ll just post tmrw, i’m tired of proofreading, why do i use so many italics in inconvenient places, end me now!!!

#text post #no ones going to tell me why italics don’t transfer over when i copy and paste into tumblr? #or maybe that’s just me idk #whatever it’s gucci #i just need to spend time comparing my 2 documents and trying to spot the italices i placed in places that are perfect but also horrible #italics* pls learn spelling we have school!!!!! #yeahhh and it’s 11 all ready and idk if it’ll get any interaction so gn 🥱 #ugh ew i didn’t like how that last tag sounded i sounded very mean in it ewww i’m sorry idk how to word things #LITERALLY TMRW WILL POST!!! i finished writing everything but i’m staring at daichi’s part and i KNOW there’s a lot of carefully placed #italics in here that i cannot deal with rn #i only had a little bit of his part to finish off writing today but then i added more to kageyama’s because i felt the need to explain this #one S C E N A R I O which turned into ‘n e ways hinata 😍’ YOU’LL SEE #but yeah i underestimated proofreading yet again!!! #combination of those things = me rn not posting for 5 days again!!!!! i’m horrible ik pls don’t come for me #i’m not even going to change anything in tanaka’s part bc he’s literally perfect and i love him 😍 #writing his part the other day reinvigorated my spice for life! (i mean spice for writing but same thing) like he’s perf that’s ittt 😌 #oh these tags are getting long wow okay signing off!!! #i even perfectly timed that scorpio post to be the last thing b4 i posted bc i was planning on having another stupid text post right after i #posted so it’ll balance them out 😍 but no!!! my blog organization never goes as planned #i’m also actually feeling nice and tired rn so early night y’all so excited i love sleep 😍

[teyvatdreams]

little ways to show you they care

includes: xiao, amber, diluc, sucrose, zhongli, ganyu

warnings: not proofread, also amber calls the reader beautiful

xiao

xiao’s walks with you were the highlight of his day. it was usually a simple way to spend time together. talking a bit, looking at the beautiful scenery across liyue — so he was a bit surprised when you suggested to walk around wuwang hill.

as usual, it was dark. the atmosphere was eerie. it didn’t really bother xiao, but he couldn’t help but notice the uneasy expression on your face and that you were closer to him than usual.

“so… why did you want to come here?” xiao finally asks.

“oh,” you scratch the back of your neck. “i’ve just… never really been here. i want to see all of liyue, so… there’s no point in leaving this place out.” you explain.

xiao hums, nodding his head. “so did you bring me along so it was less scary?”

you hit his arm. “no! i could come here by myself if i wanted to! i just brought you along because—“ before you can finish your sentence, your foot slips from a part of uneven land, and you start to fall to the ground.

swiftly, xiao puts his arm around you, catching you from your fall. “watch your step…” he mumbles awkwardly, helping you steady yourself. “this place is practically a swamp. there’s a lot of places to slip and fall.”

xiao turns away and continues to walk in an attempt to hide his reddening face from you. how had a such a simple gesture as putting an arm around you made him so shy?

that was just the affect you had on him.

amber

you were tired of your hair. it was getting too long. it was constantly in your eyes and getting in the way of everything. so, you finally cut it off.

and regretted it.

the first day was great. you felt free and refreshed. but the next morning, you were horrified when you looked in the mirror. and there was so hiding the fact that your hair was gone. so you sucked it up and got on with the day.

before heading out to do your commissions, you stopped by good hunter to grab some chicken skewers since you planned to be gone for a bit.

“good morning! can i take — oh, (y/n)! i almost didn’t recognize you!” sara greets you.

you run a hand through your hair. “oh, yeah…” you say, chuckling.

“it’s a nice change. i like it!” she says, grabbing the skewers like she did every morning.

“thanks,” you mutter. “i don’t think i’m a fan yet…”

“what? you look wonderful!” she argues. her eyes dart to something behind you. “i think amber is a fan, too.”

you turn to see the outrider staring at you with wide eyes. she blinks a few times before snapping back into reality. “oh, uh… hey! sorry for staring, i just… uh,” she says, suddenly panicking. however, it wasn’t a rare sight to see her get flustered around you. “i really like your new hair.”

“thanks, amber.” you say, grinning. “hearing that come from you means a lot… i don’t really like how it looks on me.”

“huh? i think you look beautiful! i mean—“ she slaps a hand over her mouth.

“relax, amber,” you giggle. “before you pass out. it’s fine. thank you for the compliments.”

diluc

you had underestimated how cold it was starting to get at night. you were helping diluc out at the winery for longer than expected, and he had offered to walk you home. you walked next to him, rubbing your arms to create some type of warmth.

“if you wouldn’t mind returning tomorrow to help me again, it would be much appreciated. if you don’t want to, though, it’s alright. i know you have — oh, are you cold?” he asks.

you look at him. your entire body was probably covered in goosebumps. “a little,” you admit. “i didn’t think about grabbing a coat earlier…”

“oh,” he says. “uh, you can borrow mine.” he begins taking off his coat.

“no, no, it’s okay…” you say, although having diluc’s coat on seemed wonderful. “we’re almost to my house, anyways…”

but diluc puts the coat around your shoulders anyways. it’s even warmer than you expected. you pull it in closer to yourself. “…thank you.”

“of course. i’ll be fine. i can keep myself warm.” he says. “as long as you’re comfortable, that’s all that matters.”

you keep the warm coat around you until you arrive home. you give diluc’s coat back to him, although you want to keep it. it felt like a warm, comfortable hug.

do you think diluc would notice if you forgot to bring your coat again?

sucrose

you had been helping sucrose look after the crafting table all day while timaeus and albedo did some experiments together. it was an easy task, and being able to spend time with sucrose was nice. although, you had to stop her from using the crafting table herself multiple times and remind her to just take a break.

timaeus returned just before the sun began to set and told sucrose that albedo was now requesting her assistance back in dragonspine. although it was starting to get late, she was more than happy to help him. so you decided to join her.

“you really didn’t have to come… you might have to stay the night in the mountains…” she says. “not that it’s a big deal! i just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,”

“i’ll be fine.” you reassure her. “i know you go up there all the time, but i didn’t want you going alone, especially when it’s about to be nighttime.”

“i see… thank you.” she says sheepishly. “um… can i hold your hand?” she asks.

you grin and make the first move, intertwining your fingers with hers as a way to say yes. she gives your hand a squeeze, as if to thank you.

zhongli

your job sometimes required you to wake up ridiculously early. today was one of those days. you rolled out of bed, eyes still half shut. you were jealous of zhongli’s sleeping figure in the bed.

you wanted to stay up later than you should have the night before so you could spend time with zhongli, but he gently convinced you to go to sleep.

you sleepily got ready, paying almost no attention to your appearance before making your way to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast. however, you found a neatly packed lunch with a note on top.

“my dear, since you had to go to sleep early last night, i finally got the chance to prepare a meal for you. i hope you enjoy it, and think of me while you eat it. have a good day at work.”

you grin as you peek inside the packed lunch. you saw all of your favorite foods. now you knew why he wanted you to go to bed, although he could’ve packed it for you while you were still awake. he sometimes had a strange way of doing things.

if this was the treatment you got for working early, you didn’t mind.

ganyu

your already long day was not treating you kindly. you had made plans to have lunch with ganyu, but you were suddenly called to take care of important matters. so you quickly found her and explained your situation, and asked if dinner was okay. she seemed okay with postponing. it was only a few hours, anyways. and as it grew closer, ganyu realized she had way too much work to abandon.

of course, you were both sad that your plans had fallen through, but you knew it was probably for the best. if ganyu had left her work to eat dinner with you, she’d have a horrible time. she’d be too distracted to focus.

you made your way home alone, going straight to your bed. you flopped down on the soft mattress, sighing deeply. your legs were exhausted. at least i’ll sleep well, tonight… you think.

and just before you fall asleep, you hear a knock on the door. you jolt awake. you slowly get up off the bed, stretching. the soreness in your muscles was starting to set in. you open the door to see ganyu walking away. she turns when she hears the door open.

“ganyu?”

“oh, hi… i thought you might have been asleep already… sorry if i woke you.” she says.

“it’s alright,” you tell her. “why did you stop by?”

“well… i saw the look on your face when i told you i couldn’t share dinner with you and i just felt so bad. so to make up for it i picked these for you…” she says softly, holding a vase of 3 glaze lillies towards you. “i know it’s not much… but i thought it’d be nice.”

you take the vase from her hands. ganyu was always so thoughtful, going out of her way to not only pick the flowers, but prepare a vase to put them in as well. “ganyu…” you say. “thank you. you’re too kind.”

she smiles. “it’s nothing, really… i wish we weren’t so busy.”

“i agree,” you say softly, examining the flowers. “but it’s okay. i have these flowers to look at whenever i miss you too much.” you tell her, returning her smile.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #diluc fluff #diluc headcanons #zhongli fluff #zhongli headcanons #xiao fluff #xiao headcanons #sucrose x reader #ganyu x reader #ganyu fluff #sucrose fluff #ganyu headcanons #sucrose headcanons

[ezrasarm]

Big Boys Must Cry

Pairing: Benny Miller x GN!reader

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: PTSD, depictions of violence and blood, some heavy angst but also very soft fluff to hopefully balance it out a bit, really lazy proofreading

Summary: Having lost enough sleep thinking about it, Benny realizes it’s time to stop fighting after an incident that puts people’s lives at risk. He cries in front of you for the first time and after a touching heart-to-heart, you convince him to get some help.

A/n: This was born from my own rage over the dumbass standards imposed on men not to show vulnerability cause it just makes me sO fUcKinG aNgRy and I’ve seen it hurt a few too many people I care about. Didn’t quite turn out as I had hoped but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

Masterlist

Cold. Colder than when you fell asleep. You hardly ever needed the duvet when you shared a bed with Benny but for some reason you found yourself reaching for it from where you had shoved it down around your waist––Something stopped you though. Letting your fingertips follow the silky ripples in the sheets to Benny’s side of the bed you pried your eyes open when they kept reaching but didn’t meet warm skin. He wasn’t there.

The light from your phone stung your retinas when you flipped it over to check the time. The numbers 2:37 seemed to burn a blotchy purple into the backs of your eyelids when you blinked away. With a heavy sigh you rolled out of bed and padded down the hallway to where you could see the soft glow of the lamp in the corner of the living room pooling out the doorway.

“Ben,” you hummed from where you’d leaned yourself against the doorframe. His head shot up from its place buried in his hands and you swore you caught the glint of a tear trailing down the side of his cheek before he smeared it away with the heel of his palm. “You okay?” You asked, rounding the couch to take a seat next to him.

“Yeah,” He sniffed back and you knew that was a lie if you had ever heard one. “Couldn’t sleep. Didn’t mean to wake you.” He choked out a moment later, doing a very poor job of trying to cover up the waver to his voice.

“The dreams again?” You pressed. All you got in return was a broken stare. You didn’t need an answer for that look in his eyes to tell you everything you needed to know. “Ben, ever since—“ he sucked in a breath that told you you probably didn’t need to finish that sentence. “I’ve tried to be patient,” you muttered hardly above a whisper “but I can’t help you if you keep freezing me out,” You settle for. “I want to help you Benny.”

There was a long pause. You almost thought he was going to get up and leave when a strangled sob fell past his lips and instead his head fell forward notching into the crook of your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. It was a little shocking at first, as your hands sought out his warmth through the shirt on his back and your fingers deftly traced up his spine to where they could tangle in the loose curls that tickled his collar, you realized he’d never cried in front of you. You knew he cried, he was awful at hiding it but never before had he broken like this in front of you. The realization made you clutch him to your shoulder that much tighter as you craned your neck to plant kisses in his messy hair.

You managed to catch a particularly articulated gasp from the hot breath on your skin. “I’m so sorry,” he had said and you felt your heartbreak at the words. For a moment you thought he was apologizing for this—for falling apart in front of you, perhaps he was, but with the desperation in his tone, you knew there was more to it than that. You knew he was talking about what had happened on your way home from your date almost a week ago now.

“It’s okay.” You murmur softly between each press of your lips to his scalp. “You have nothing to apologize for. You weren’t yourself when it happened,” you tried to cut the thought off at the root but he was already too far past that.

“But what if I was? What if that’s who I am? What if—“ The thought seems too painful for him to finish and he stops himself. A ragged breath shudders through his hollow chest before a whisper escapes him “I could’ve killed him.” He’s trembling as he clutches your arms now and you can feel the terror flowing off of him in waves. “I—I could have hurt you too.” He can’t bring his eyes to meet yours when you try to lift his gaze in your direction. His face is red and his jaw is clenched so tight you fear he could crack his own teeth.

You have to work to keep your voice even when you scoot closer to him so you’re practically in his lap as you cup his face. The memories of the other night are potent again. The fluorescent lights of the small convenience store overhead, the feeling of his arm yanking out of your grasp despite how hard you tried to pull him in the opposite direction, the sound of bone cracking bone when he lunged for the poor bastard that had overestimated his restraint and underestimated his strength and the echo of your own shouts for him to stop ringing in your ears.

The guy had crowded him in the line for the checkout and something snapped in him. Something you had only ever seen surface when he was deep in the throws of a fight and never quite like this. It was like he’d lost all awareness of the world around him, nothing you said or did seemed to get through. Both you and the shopkeeper trying to pry him away was little use and it wasn’t until you managed to throw yourself between them, a bloody nose from having taken an elbow to the face that he finally cracked.

“You wouldn’t have. I know you, Benny,” You murmured but his own memories of that night were rushing back to him too. Just as they had been all week, keeping him from focusing, keeping him from sleep, keeping him from looking you in the eye because all he could see was the swollen bridge of your nose that was his fault.

He had almost hit you. You had braced yourself as if ready to take it. You looked terrified… of him. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget that tear-stained and blood-smeared face if he tried and he knew he would never be able to forgive himself if he’d laid a finger on you. He was having a hard enough time forgiving himself as it was.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of––what I’ve done.” He seemed pained to say and you’re afraid he’s gonna pull away again and block you out like he had every other time you’d tried to broach the topic with him.

“You’re right, I don’t.” You were very well aware that there was a whole other side to your boyfriend’s life that you knew absolutely nothing about and you were okay with that. If he didn’t want you to know, you didn’t want to push him, but you needed him to talk to someone.

You’re not sure how but the sentiment seems to sink through to him because instead of getting up and leaving as you were half expecting him to do, he choked out a “I don’t ever want to lose control like that again,” that told you he must have been just as terrified in that moment as you had looked to him.

“I—“ his words caught in his throat for a second as though he were afraid to voice them out loud but he seemed committed to them nonetheless. “I think I have to stop fighting for a while—forever, who knows.”

For a second you thought his hesitancy was directed towards you. You had always been supportive of him, you were glad he had something to be passionate about and that sometimes got him a bit of cash but you weren’t ecstatic about watching him get pummeled in a cage on your nights off. You thought you had made that attitude clear to him but still he danced around the idea as though he was scared to disappoint and it’s only when the word popped into your head that it dawned on you it wasn’t you that he was afraid of disappointing.

“Look, I know you don’t want to hear this…” you began and he was already shaking his head “but I think you should tell Will exactly what you’ve just told me.”

You knew the two brothers were close, but you also knew there were some tensions between them that all the training helped them work through. It forced them to spend time together in times they wanted to least. He wasn’t afraid of letting Will down by quitting fighting, he was afraid of letting Will down by quitting them. He was afraid he’d failed him, failed to keep his head on when he knew what Will had gone through to do the same. He had promised this wasn’t going to happen and yet here he was, petrified of what to do next. “No, you know how he is, I can’t do that—“

“Benny, he’s your brother, not just your trainer. He wants you to be safe, and happy, and healthy, just like I do,” you whisper, brushing some of the stray tears from the apple of his cheeks and pressing a light kiss to his forehead. “But as much as I want to be able to wave this all away for you, he knows better than anyone else what you’re going through.” A kiss to his cheek, “He can help.” A kiss to the bridge of his nose.

He gives you a wordless nod and you press your forehead to his, squeezing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath. “Thank you for talking to me. I know it’s not always easy for you,” you hum and you really mean it. You’re proud that he’s recognizing he needs help and you're glad he was able to confide in you to get it. “We can call him in the morning, but for now we need to get you some rest.” You whisper and you feel his nod against your forehead when you go to press a kiss to his other cheek.

“I love you,” the words are frail on his lips but every bit as meaningful and you feel your mouth curve up into a small smile as you repeat them back to him before this time he’s the one to pull you into a kiss. It’s desperate and it's sweet. It’s clingy and forceful but ever so feather-light. This is your Benny, you think to yourself. This right here is exactly how you know he could never hurt you. Before you know it he’s chasing your lips as you climb out of his lap, your fingers tangled with his own as you drag him down the hall and back to bed.

“Rest,” you remind him. “We’ll finish this in the morning.”

He manages to sleep that night.

#benny miller x reader #benny miller x you #ben miller x reader #ben miller x you #benny miller fanfiction #ben miller fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction

[vampcubus]

Ashi I got another idea! How about the gf watching and directing Izuku touching himself. 😈

A/N: Umm? Yes please!? Sorry I couldn’t get to this one last Thursday, but I really got carried away with this one~

Warnings: nsfw!! Not proofread

Words: 1600+

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“You mean to tell me you’ve never…?” You trailed off, eyes wide and brows raised into a look of disbelief.

Izuku’s face reddened considerably and he flailed his arms around as he sputtered out nonsense, trying to hide his face as his tongue stumbled over his teeth.

“W-well yes! I m-mean no! I haven’t I'm… I mean I have… t-touched myself before b-but-but not—I mean only when I h-have to and I d-don’t really try to—ah this is embarrassing!” Izuku babbled, shrinking in on himself and moving his knees to his chest to conceal his arising problem that brought on this awkward conversation.

Granted you’d been mid-makeout and didn’t even react when you felt him getting hard against your thigh until he started freaking out. And you’ve gone much further than the heavy petting and heated kisses you’d shared just a minute ago, but Izuku was still incredibly easy to fluster. You sighed and offered a soft smile to the hyperventilating boy in front of you, crawling over to press against his side, pressing a kiss to the palm covering his flushed cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay really, I’m just surprised is all. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” You soothed and he peeked his pink face out from one of his forearms. “I assume you only do it when you have to, right?”

He nods and allows you to pry at one of his elbows to tuck yourself closer to his body. He opens his mouth a few times as if to add to it, but can’t quite get the words out, so instead, he looks like a fish out of water. Perhaps you had underestimated his innocence. But just then an idea crosses your mind. You start with a question.

“Can you show me?” You suddenly ask, a smooth edge to your alluring voice that has Izuku both twitching in his pants and sputtering gibberish.

“W-what?!” Izuku squeaks.

“Oh c’mon, you can’t be getting shy now, Izuku! We’ve already seen so much of each other.” You giggled.

“Well… yeah b-but—” You cut him off with a kiss, swinging a leg over his lap and hoisting yourself to sit on his thighs, cradling his chubby cheeks in your palms as you devoured his lips. The green-haired hero melted under your touch, moaning into your mouth and inching his fingers to splay over your thighs. You moved your hands to rest over his, lingering briefly to lovingly caress his scarred fingers before prying them from your body. You broke the kiss and leaned back with a teasing smile.

“You’re only allowed to touch yourself tonight unless I say otherwise.” You purred and marveled as Izuku’s flustered expression morphed into one of horror, and judging the way his lips were shaking you didn’t doubt he had a stream of protests just on the tip of his tongue. “Don’t give me that look, I’m going to teach you the true meaning of self-care.”

Your hands move to his belt and he lifts his hips to help you slid his pants down to his knees after it’s undone. Your thumbs, having hooked into the waistband, tugged his boxers down with them causing him to gasp as his erection springs out and taps his stomach. Wide green eyes follow you as you slide off his lap and move to sit behind him on the bed, pressing his back to your front and resting your chin on his shoulder.

You take one of his hands into your own and guide it to his stiff cock, and Izuku gasps when you wrap his own fingers around the shaft. You notice that he’s trembling as you move your hand away from his.

“Hm? You’re shaking, I’ve barely touched you—or rather, you’ve barely touched you.” You chuckled, and he shivers as your warm breath brushed against his ear. “Stroke yourself.”

Izuku made a startled noise mixed with a wheeze, clearly caught off guard by your sudden instruction. His face gets impossibly redder, and he starts to stutter. You smile and press a kiss to the back of his shoulder.

“Move your hand up and down that pretty little cock of yours, baby boy. Nice and slow.” You ordered gently, and you felt his entire body erupt in a violent shudder. His length throbbed in his hand, and a whine forced itself from between his lips as he did as he was told Izuku gasped and squeezed his eyes shut as he slowly pumped himself from base to tip. “Good boy.”

Izuku bit down on his lip, eyelids fluttering at the pleasure of your praise. You watched with gleaming half-lidded eyes and dilated pupils, licking your lips at the sight of his shaky hand moving up and down his hard length, pre starting to leak from his tip and coat his fingers in slick. His breathing becomes labored and quick, and sweat pearls at his hairline.

“Stroke it a bit faster now, and move your other hand down to your balls, mmkay?”

Izuku nodded, pumping himself faster and sliding a hand down to fondle his balls and whimpered at the increased stimulation. “Ah… m-mm…”

You notice the way he starts to rub his pre-cum off with the increased speed and lean in to mutter another order into his ear.

“Spit on it.” You purred, pressing your warm lips to the side of his sensitive neck, instantly going for the sweet spot just below his jaw. Izuku leans forward and lets a bit of drool drip from between his lips onto his cock, spreading the makeshift lube over his heated flesh like he’s done it a thousand times before. “Now squeeze harder as your hand meets the base and move your thumb up and over the head to brush over the head when you go up.”

Izuku moans loudly and does as he is told, struggling to keep in his noises tas the pleasure only increases. He doesn’t care to know why you know all of this stuff, only that it felt good, really fucking good. The friction of his hand around his dick now slick with his own spit makes a soft squelching sound, and you grin when you notice his hips starting to squirm and lift off the sheets, pressing his cock into the small tunnel his hand provided.

“Y/-Ah! Y/N, p-please…” Izuku whines, and you highly doubt he even knows what he’s asking for but you take a wild guess and assume he wants to jerk himself much faster than the pace you’d set. “C-can I…? Go faster?”

“Yes, of course, honey go as fast as you like now. And thrust your hips into your palm, it’s cute when you buck and squirm~” Izuku’s head falls back onto your shoulder as a mewl passes through his lips, his hand moving at lightning speed around his swollen cock and his hips bucking into his hand. His volume only continued to rise, and you recognized the familiar signs of his orgasm approaching. He was starting to tremble uncontrollably, his noises become strangled and high-pitched, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he teetered on the edge.

“Stop.” Izuku lets out a confused noise but forces himself to rip his hand away from his length. His hips buck into the air a few more times, his body still mindlessly chasing the release he’d been so agonizingly close too.

“Y/N!” He exclaims with a frustrated sigh, obviously pouting when you catch his wrist when he tries to reach for his cock again. “Y/N, That’s n-not fair…” He whined and you couldn’t help but giggle at his neediness.

“Shh, It’ll feel rea~lly good if you wait, I promise!” You assured, sucking dark marks into the heated flesh of his throat, marking up the expanse of his neck.

“Now start stroking yourself again, same speed as before, but don’t cum yet.” You directed, and he hand shot back to his cock, pumping himself at a rapid pace. He looks so lost in pleasure right now, ahead resting on your shoulder, face flushed a bright crimson red, and mouth hanging open as moans and mewls poured from it. “You’re doing such a good job, doesn’ it feel good?”

“Ahn—ohh! It feels so… so good, so good, baby!” Izuku groans, eyes squeezing themselves shut and his hips twitching sporadically into his hand. “I’m—I’m cu…” He clamps his mouth shut tight, realizing that he might be able to get away with it if he keeps his lips sealed but you’re already one step ahead of him.

“Stop.”

Izuku lets out a frustrated whimper, hand clutching the fabric of your sweatpants and digging into the flesh of your thigh as he squirms in your arms. He needed to cum or he was going to go insane, there was no way around it, he couldn’t take much more. He’d lose it if you denied him again. Deep down, a part of him was drowning in ecstasy, loving the way you ordered him around and directed his every fluid movement. In his flurry of desperate thoughts, he hadn’t realized his hand had returned to his cock and was pumping him again, sending his head flinging back onto your shoulder. His entire body writhed as the pleasure skyrocketed.

And then he realized that he still had his fingers clawing at your clothed thighs and that he was thrusting into your hand, not his. Upon seeing the blurry shape of your soft hand dancing up and down his length, through his tear-filled eyes, he found himself unable to hold it in any longer.

“I… c… I’m… mhh, oh fu—I-I… !” He attempted to warn you but nothing coherent escaped, only choppy syllables.

“Cum for me, baby.” You whispered, and his breathing stopped short for a moment before a blissed-out wail of ecstasy was torn from his throat. You watched, enamored by the pornographic display of Izuku writhing and bucking into your hand, high-pitched moans leaking out from between his teeth as he paints your fist white with hot spurts of his cum.

#thirsty thursday #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader #smut #n/sfw #deku smut #bnha x reader #mha x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #midoriya #deku #izuku x reader #bnha #mha #bnha scenario #ashi rambles

[seokmattchuus]

Lessons - Hangyeol

A/n: I’ve never written mafia stuff before so excuse this for sucking. Also, I can’t remember if this is proofread so I’m sorry if that’s not a thing here. 

- Requested -

“But daddy,” You whined in a voice that was a few pitches higher than your normal one. It normally worked on your father. Key word: Normally. “I don’t wanna marry him.” You pouted.

It’d been a week since you found out you were set to marry Hangyeol. Being the daughter of one of the biggest gangs, you figured this was bound to happen, but not after your twentieth birthday.

“How long are you going to keep this up?” He sighed. “It’s already been decided.”

“Yeah, by you.” You mumbled. “We’re already powerful enough as it is, do you really need more?” You tried.

“Are you telling me you don’t want more?” He challenged. “You know you wouldn’t be kept on such a tight leash with him by your side.” He pointed out. 

That line alone had a bigger effect on you than you’d like to admit. 

Your father always had you under strict control. Bodyguards and curfews that you deemed useless since you were trained in almost every form of self defense. Though you knew it was more than that, it still irked you.

“Did you guys pick a date yet?” You asked and he smirked.

“Later this year. They’ll be coming over in a few weeks to help with preparations.”

It was the last you ever brought it up, but it’s not like you had a chance to since everything that came after wasn’t anything your father had promised.

You and Hangyeol had been married for a year now, and if you thought your father was something else, Hangyeol was definitely worse. 

Coming from your background you weren’t used to taking orders well and that’s all Hangyeol expected from you.

“Don’t leave the house.” “Tell the guys if you need anything, they’ll get it instead.” “Don’t interrupt my meetings.” “Don’t ask to come along when we go out.” God, did he have nothing better to do? 

The first time you snuck out was successful. The second, too. But the third didn’t end so well. Hangyeol lecturing you as if you didn’t grow up in the same setting he did.

“If something happens to you, how do you think that makes me look?”

That was the day you were officially assigned guards, but oh, how Hangyeol underestimated you. 

The next time you snuck out took a little more effort, but you were your own downfall because you drank too much and made a scene when you got home.

The fifth time you snuck out was almost a blessing had you not been thrown into lock down after. But something about pissing off Hangyeol had you wanted to try again.

So you did.

“Yohan,” You called sweetly, looking up at the boy that stood in front of your door. “Can’t I walk to his office alone?” You pouted.

“You know I can’t let you do that.” His tone flat, too used to hearing the same questions.

“It’s just his office.” You whined. “It’s right downstairs. Where else could I possibly go?” 

“You tend to wander, y’know.” He gave you a look and you huffed, an idea popping into your head. You slowly walked over to the counter, your hands running under it and wrapping around the knife that was stashed there.

You’d learned the hard way that Yohan was a better fighter than you, so you had to resort to other tactics.

“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t like it if I suddenly got hurt under your watch.” You paused. “My husband, that is.”

“And how would you get hurt?” He raised a brow.

“This room isn’t exactly baby proof, now is it?” You smiled, pulling the knife out, but leaving your hands hidden. “We both know he has stuff hidden in here. Do you really think I won’t use them on myself?”

“I thought we got over this whole ‘suicidal’ bit?” Yohan stayed calm. It wasn’t the first time you’d done this anyways. 

“It’s still your word against mine.” You batted your lashes, revealing your hands and stepping back when Yohan flinched. “He already knows what you did anyways.” You baited, smiling when his eyes widened.

“I’m going to check if you made it there.” He said, moving to let you open the door.

“It hurts that you don’t trust me.” You pouted, walking past him. “But fine.” 

The second the door closed, your head turned to see if anyone was there. After making sure it was clear, you started moving. The walk to his office wasn’t a long one so you didn’t have much time to get out. But lucky for you, everyone seemed to be busy, making your escape that much easier. You couldn’t say much for your return though. But that was a problem for later. 

Given that this wasn’t your first time out, you knew the area, the club a couple blocks over to be exact. It wasn’t anything fancy, but still far from simple. You’d go out for a bit, drink some, dance, then go home. 

Nothing could go wrong.

After getting there, it didn’t take long for your plans to take a different turn but it wasn’t entirely your fault. Most of the blame fell on the handsome stranger who seemed slightly familiar and offered to buy you drinks. And maybe you ended up drinking a bit too much, but when someone else is buying, how could you refuse? And that’s what landed you in your current situation.

Being led up the club stairs and into some random room.

Of course you weren’t thinking of what could go wrong. You’d managed to get out, you were finally having some fun. Plus, the alcohol in your system only heightened that feeling.

The fact that you made it into the room in one piece was a miracle given how your legs decided to give up on you halfway, but thankfully your companion helped you make it to the bed.

He crawled over you, roughly kissing you while his hands found yours and held them above your head. Your eyes closed as you relished in the feeling of someone touching you after so long, but the feeling was short lived as you started feeling dizzy. Maybe drunk sex wasn’t your thing, but when he started placing kisses on your jaw, you really couldn’t find it in you to push him away.

“If he finds out I’m with you, he’ll kill me.” He smirked into your ear. “Or would he kill you?”

The words didn’t quite register until you felt the snap of cold metal on your wrists, your body instinctively tugging at them while he got up. The dizzy feeling grew as you watched him move, your eyes closing so you could try and get rid of it.

“It’s not going to go away.” He smirked. “So stop fighting it and just sleep.” He cooed. 

And as much as you didn’t want to, you did.

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“Who’s going to tell him?” Hyeongjun asked nervously. 

“You got the message, you tell him.” Yohan spoke with just as much nervousness.

“Okay, bu-”

“Can you stop standing outside my office and tell me what you need already?” Hangyeol’s voice came from through the door, cutting off Hyeongjun’s response.

The two stared at each other before Yohan nudged at the younger boy to speak up. Hyeongjun glaring and whispering a small curse to the older one before changing his tone.

“I-It’s y/n.” He closed his eyes, preparing for whatever was about to follow.

“What do you mean it’s y/n?” Hangyeol spoke as he roughly opened the door to his office, Hyeongjun holding up his phone to show a picture of you leaning against some guy in a club. “How did she even get out? Who was watching her?”

The boys looked at each other before looking back in front of them.

“We thought she was with you.” Hyeongjun spoke up softly, knowing it was the wrong thing to say but he knew he couldn’t keep quiet.

“Why would she be with me?” Hangyeol’s voice grew more strained as he was holding back his anger, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Where is she?” 

“It’s Jaeah’s club.” Yohan spoke up this time.

Hangyeol scoffed at the name. Of course it was Jaeah. 

“I’ll get her on my own.” He started, walking past the boys.

“Bu-”

“No.” He stated. “This is between me and him. Stay here.”

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By the time you came to your senses, you tried to open your mouth, but it didn’t take long to realize there was tape and your eyes shot open, suddenly remembering what happened. 

The handsome stranger was sat at the foot of the bed, watching you. Your eyes narrowed, starting to remember where you’d seen him before. Someone Hangyeol specifically told you to stay away from.

Yoo Jaeah.

“Stop staring at me like that.” Jaeah tsked. “Aren’t drugs supposed to relax you? Why are you still glaring?” He rambled on. “He should be here soon, anyways.” He paused. “If you fix your face, I promise I won’t hurt you.” 

The threat was enough for you to relax your face, but you remembered that your hands were still cuffed.

“You won’t be able to get out of them.” He spoke up, seeming to have read your mind, but his words did nothing to stop you from fighting against them. 

“Feisty one, huh? But I expected that from you.” He smirked as you wouldn’t stop struggling. “You’ll only make yourself tired~” He said in a sing-song tone.

Your response was muffled by the tape and you were partially glad. Anything you said would’ve just made things worse.

“If only I could speak mumbles.” He playfully sighed. “But you’re here for bait, not conversation.”

You rolled your eyes and mimicked him in a dumb voice. He seemed to understand though because he cocked his head to the side.

“Keep up the attitude and I just might go back on my word about not hurting you.” His tone dropped as he got up, walking passed the end of the bed and to your side.

“You just have to lay there quietly and look pretty for him.” He sighed, dragging a finger along your jawline. “That’d be kinda hard if you were all bruised up, no?” He pursed his lips. 

You were expecting something else to happen, but nothing came as the sound of the door being kicked open took your attention.

“Down, boy. I didn’t hurt your little princess.” Jaeah scoffed, already knowing who was there. “But if you step any closer, I might.”

The ceiling suddenly became the most interesting thing you’d seen and you didn’t bother looking away from it as you heard the two start exchanging words. 

You didn’t hear any footsteps so you were sure Hangyeol was still by the door.

“Why is she on your bed?” Hangyeol spoke through gritted teeth.

“She was moving too much.” Jaeah smirked. “So I drugged her.”

“If you drugged her, why is she cuffed?” Hangyeol continued.

“Can’t have her swinging on me when she wakes up.” Jaeah said. “We both know I’d hit her back and then you’d be doing more than just standing there, huh?” He smiled.

“Let her go. We can settle this without her around, don’t you think?” Hangyeol tried, his patience wearing thin, but he never liked putting on a show in front of you. One of the reasons he never let you go with him.

“I don’t take orders from you.” Jaeah scoffed, turning to face Hangyeol. “And given that she’s here, I don’t think your wife does, either.”

The words had you shutting your eyes. You knew what was coming, and you didn’t want to see any of it. Your point being proven when you soon heard the familiar sounds of punches, a small yelp coming out of you as the bed you were on was pushed slightly, followed by a loud thud before you tuned everything out.

You weren’t sure how long it went on for, but you nearly screamed when you felt hands on you.

“It’s me.” You heard Hangyeol’s voice before you felt your wrists fall as the cuffs were opened. “Keep your eyes closed.” Hangyeol ordered as you felt him pick you up, your arms clinging onto him.

You didn’t have to be told twice. You knew this wasn’t going to end well so it was best to not give him anymore reasons to be mad.

“And don’t worry, Jaeah.” Hangyeol spoke up. “We can finish this another time.”

Even after making it outside, you didn’t open your eyes. Not because you were following orders, but because you really didn’t want to see the look on his face. But your eyes slowly opened when he stopped.

“Get in.” He said, putting you down and opening the back door.

You slowly stepped in and he closed the door before making his way to the driver’s side.

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He’d taken you back to the house, most of the men gone, but two cars were still parked out in the front.

“Wait for me inside.” He said flatly.

You gave a noise of approval before hurrying inside, seeing Yohan and Seungyoun at the door, them moving so you could enter.

You didn’t know what to do so you just sat on the couch, trying to stay quiet so you could hear when he was coming.

No amount of attention you paid prepared you for the door slamming open, your body turning to see Hangyeol coming in and throwing Yohan inside.

“So what exactly happened?” He started, looking between the two of you. “You were supposed to be watching her.” He looked down at Yohan. 

“It was my fault.” You blurted out, not wanting it to escalate.

“Damn right it was.” Hangyeol scoffed. “But I wasn’t asking you, was I?” 

“It won’t happen again. I promise.” You tried, your voice trembling slightly. “It’s all on me, he didn’t do anything.”

“Are you sure you can deal with all the blame, sweetheart?” His tone was darker this time and you only nodded. It wasn’t a lie. It really was all on you. But it’s not like you couldn’t handle your own.

“Then care to fucking explain?!” His voice was louder now and you knew he was done trying to keep his anger in. He never liked blowing up. Especially with you. But this time was different.

“Jaeah? Fucking Jaeah?” He scoffed. “Either you’re pretending, or you’re really fucking stupid.”

“Shouldn’t you be nicer?” Yohan spoke up. “She’s been through a lot.”

"Why are you still here?” Hangyeol glared. “I pay you to be a guard, not give advice.” He nodded to the door, Yohan giving you a soft look before heading out.

“Can’t you ever follow orders?” His attention was back on you and normally, you’d keep up your apologetic behavior, but the sentence struck a nerve.

“Orders?” You repeated, scoffing. “I’m not one of your men, Hangyeol.” You said his name bitterly. “I’m supposed to be your wife.” You scoffed. “But no, I’m a goddamn hostage.” You were playing with fire and you knew it. You knew he didn’t like the word, but for fucks sake, was it a lie?

“Keep going.” He warned, his tone dropping back down. “See what happens.”

“Am I wrong?” You kept going. “We’re married but you keep me locked away, you won’t let me leave and when I do I end up being babysat.” You rushed out. “Sounds like a hostage to m-”

You were cut off as he walked up to you, his hand wrapping around your throat tightly, your hands coming up to grab his wrist as you tried to swallow.

“I warned you, didn’t I?” He said sternly. “Or maybe Jaeah was right. You don’t take orders from me.” His grip tightened and you let out a whine. “Why is that, sweetheart?” He cocked his head to the side. “Do you not like being mine?”

You shook your head the best you could, your eyes closing.

“Really? ‘Cause you don’t listen as well as you used to.” He challenged. “Maybe I was too busy treating you like my wife because for a hostage, you sure don’t know your place.” He raised a brow. “Or is it because I never fully made you mine?”

There was a moment of silence and he let go of your throat, a small cough coming out of you as you looked up at him.

“Why else would Jaeah think he could touch me?” You glared at him, referring to his last sentence. “You’re obviously doing something wrong.”

He scoffed before responding. 

“You asked for it.” 

Before you could say something back, he was in front of you again, pressing his lips to yours, the pressure pushing you back but his arm came around to support you.

“What are you doing?” You panted out as he pulled away.

“Finally making you mine.” 

It was all he said as he walked around the couch, his body towering over yours.

“Right here? With them outside?” Your eyes went to the door.

“They’ve heard worse.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t respond as his lips were back on yours. He didn’t move to catch you this time, letting you fall back into the couch instead while he moved between you, your legs instinctively making room for him.

“Was it this easy for him?” He scoffed as his mouth moved down to your jaw, nibbling lightly.

“It’s just been a while.” You glared. “But I’m a fool for a pretty face so maybe it was.”

You were met with a harsh bite below your jawline.

“Are you pissing me off on purpose?” He asked before sucking on the spot he just bit, not missing how you squirmed lightly. “Because acting up won’t get you what you want.” 

“And how do you know what I want?” You challenged, your eyes closing as he sucked over your sweet spot, completely missing how his hand was on your thigh until it was too close.

“You’re not very discreet.” He chuckled. “You want it, so just give in.” He whispered, his hand finally cupping over you while he went back to focus on your neck.

The fact that you’d been reduced to this so quickly was kind of embarrassing, but given the circumstance, you were pretty sure being this needy was justified.

You couldn’t help it when your hips started grinding against his hand, the pressure feeling too good.

“Can you stop teasing?” You whined.

“Hmm, but I don’t think you deserve anything yet.” He smirked, licking over the spot he just marked while his hand moved to work on the button of your jeans. “Unless you give me a reason.”

His hands moved under the waistband of your jeans, teasingly rubbing over your clit through your panties.

“I’m still waiting for that reason.” He smirked. “Or you can’t come up with one?”

You shook your head, a frustrated groan leaving you as he pulled his hand away.

“And why is that?” He cocked his head to the side, his hand coming up to grab your chin so you’d look at him.

You glared at him. 

“You can fuck me or I can get myself off.” 

“You could,” He smirked, his hand going back down under your waistband and running a finger over your slit. “But do your fingers really feel as good as mine?” He raised a brow, watching as you shivered from the contact. “Wouldn’t it feel so much better to have someone else please you?” He pressed harder, his fingers dipping inside you slowly before pulling them out. “Or I could eat you out until you’re crying.” He smirked. “I know you can’t do that to yourself.” He chuckled. “So what is it?” 

You let out a shaky breath. You never thought you’d be desperate enough to throw away your pride. 

“Because-” You were cut off as his fingers pushed back into you.

“Keep going, sweetheart.” He smirked as he started thrusting them. 

“Quit your shit, and I maybe I co-”

Your voice started out strong but turned into a small whine as he curled his fingers.

“Maybe you should quit yours.” He scoffed. “You talk like I can’t feel how wet you are right now.”

You clenched at the words and inwardly cursed yourself as you heard the breathy chuckle he let out.

“Y’know,” He started, his fingers moving to building a faster pace. “We did this for power.” He reminded, using his free hand to hold your chin in place while he leaned in, letting out a light chuckle as you bit your lip to try and hold yourself together.

“But I don’t plan on letting you go.”

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[heyyyharry]

Ladies and Gentlemen

(from ‘Couple in Flat 102’)

…in which the bachelor/bachelorette parties turn out unexpected.

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Warning: I haven’t proofread this to check for mistakes so if you spot them, pretend they don’t exist.

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Olivia didn't even know why she ended up here. 

She was just driving past Harry's place when she thought about him. His wedding was tomorrow, and a part of her told her that she should come see him. But as soon as she stepped out of the lift, she realized how stupid it was and thought to herself maybe she should probably go. 

“Hey, homewrecker!”

The blonde jumped when she heard the voice, hoping it wasn't who she thought it was, but honestly there was only one person who would sound that happy when calling someone else 'a homewrecker'.

Layla was standing right there when Olivia turned around, giving the blonde a friendly smile, but Olivia already knew Layla was anything but friendly.

“Where are you going?” Layla pretended to look confused as she leaned aside to look over Olivia's shoulder. “Oh, are you here to see Haz?”

Olivia cracked a smirk, shaking her head and rolling her eyes because she knew Layla said that nickname on purpose. “Yeah.” She nodded. “I wanted to ask him about something at work but I don't need it anymore, so I'm leaving now.”

“Wait!” Layla called out when the other girl stalked to the lift. “You're also going to their wedding, right?”

“Yeah.” Olivia nodded, looking slightly puzzled, and a bit worried too. 

With a hand on her hip, Layla slowly walked up to the girl and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she said, “you should be thankful that you’re even invited.”

“Well, maybe unlike her best friend, Y/N knows people can actually change?” Olivia pressed her lips into a sly grin.

“Can they though?” Layla crossed her arms, nose stuck up high. “Everyone who's gonna be at the wedding has to help Y/N and Harry with the preparation."

“I got them the venue for free, didn't I?”

“You think they need the venue that much?” Layla scoffed, shaking her head. “I know Y/N and Harry, they could just get married in a fucking barn and they wouldn't care less. No matter what Y/N said, I know deep down she wants you to be at the wedding because she’s a good person and thinks you deserve another chance to be friends with Harry again.”

Olivia stayed quiet, staring at her feet. 

“So, if I were you I would be grateful and try to help out,” said Layla as she eyed Olivia from head to toes, and the blonde could already feel that look burning holes on her body. “I have a little favor for you, if you wanna help.”

Olivia nodded and lifted her face at last. “What is it?”

“I need you to go get the maid of honor dress for me. It's a simple task, even a five-year-old could do it. I would do it myself, but I have a lot to plan for the bachelorette party tonight.”

Thinking for a second, Olivia rolled her eyes and eventually agreed to do the little favor for Layla. Although she didn't like Layla very much, she still thought the girl had got a point. She should contribute to her best friend's big day, even if it meant tolerating Layla's harsh words and obnoxious attitude. Besides, bringing back a dress from the store didn't really sound difficult. 

At least that was what she thought. Sadly, it turned out that Olivia really had underestimated Layla.

The store wasn't very far from Harry's place, yet Olivia had just come back to London not so long ago, so she didn't really know the all the roads around the city. The direction Layla gave her made her drive in a big circle just to get to the destination which was only a few blocks away and she could've just gone on foot instead. But she told herself to swallow it in, and tried to think that she wasn't doing it for Layla, she was doing it for her best friend.

But the problem didn't just end there for the poor girl. Well, even though it was partly her fault, she would blame part of the unfortunate incident that happened next on Layla's dress itself. 

Ever since the first time she met Layla, Olivia had always thought Layla's appearance was inversely proportional to her personality. If she didn't open her mouth, maybe Olivia would've seen her as a fashion icon. When receiving the dress, Olivia was breathless by how gorgeous it was. The light gray gown was made of soft chiffon fabric, long and loose, with a deep v-neck and an illusion back. The blonde held the spaghetti straps of the dress to position it on her body as she looked at her own reflection in the mirror. She would kill the put on that dress, yet she knew if she did and Layla found out she would get in much trouble. But she could imagine what it would be like to wear this gown and feel the soft movement of the ruffled skirt with every single step she took. 

She played around with the zipper, not thinking much when she did it, but tragedies tend to happen when you least expected. The zipper got stuck in the fabric and Olivia assumed she could just tug on it and it would come off. But instead of fixing the problem, she made the problem bigger when the zipper cut through the thin material of the dress and left a visible rip at the back. Though it could only be seen when someone paid enough attention to it, Olivia knew she couldn't bring this back now. Layla had been looking for a way to kick her out of the wedding since the beginning, and that broken zipper would be a good excuse against her.

“Felicia,” she called the employee, looking at her name tag. “Do you think...do you think you can have this fixed?”

Felicia took the dress from Olivia and checked the little problem the girl had caused, then with a smile, she said that the rip wasn't serious and could be sew back to look as good as new. Hearing that made Olivia sigh in relief.

“I’ll come back tomorrow morning to get it then,” the blonde said with a smile. But the uncertain look on the employee's face worried her even more.

“Sorry, Miss,” said Felicia. “We cannot have it ready by tomorrow morning. How about next week?”

“What?!” Olivia widened her eyes at the girl, hands gripping the edge of the counter as she dropped her jaw. “But...my friend's wedding is tomorrow. You said it was just a tiny problem.”

“Yes, but we have other dresses to work on as well, and those customers had placed their orders before yours.”

“Can't you just do mine first? The wedding—”

“No, I'm very sorry. In our policy we—”

“Felicia, why are you arguing with our customer?” 

Both of the girls turned their heads to the direction of the voice and saw a pretty woman in a black dress heading straight towards them. Her name tag said ‘Tara' and apparently she was the store manager. Olivia watched Tara's burgundy lips curve into a smile as she asked her employee to tell her what the problem was. Felicia explained everything to her boss and also mentioned that Olivia needed the dress by tomorrow morning which was impossible because they had many important orders to fill.

Olivia heaved a sigh when Tara turned to her. “I know it's my fault but...I really need this dress for my best friend's wedding.”

“We can't get it done that fast,” said the older woman as she leaned down to examine the problem. “It's not just a broken zipper, the fabric is also torn and we need to sew it back.”

“Can you do it right now?”

“Miss, you must understand that we—” 

The sound of the little bell on the main entrance cut Tara off at once. All three women turned to the main entrance, when walked in a dark haired businessman in a grey suit, a vibrant smile spread across his beautifully structured face. He said hello to Tara and called her ‘sis', so apparently he wasn't just another customer.

It took Olivia a whole second to recognize him, and when she did, she couldn't be any happier. Jack Coleman — she remembered that name because her co-workers couldn't shut up about him. She'd never spoken a word to Jack, but she knew, whatever his relationship with Y/N was, he was friends with the girl and he also knew Harry. Fortunately, he was also the store manager's brother. So he might be able to help her out with the dress issue.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Olivia quickly grabbed Jack's elbow, catching him by surprise as he exchanged questioning looks with his own sister, wondering who the girl was. But Olivia didn't care that they didn't know each other. “You know Harry and Y/N, right?” She looked him in the eyes, squeezing his arm. “Their wedding is tomorrow and the maid of honor dress is torn but—”

“Are you the maid of honor?” Asked Jack, arching both eyebrows but Olivia only shook her head.

“No, I...I’m their...friend.”

Jack didn't say anything else to the girl. He could see how frantic she seemed, so he flashed her a smile to calm her down before turning to his own sister. “Tara, can you get this done by tomorrow?”

“Then I'll have to do it overnight.”

“Well, can you?”

“Are you kidding me? I’m very busy, J.” Tara furrowed her eyebrows, arms crossed in front of her chest. But it took her a moment to realize what was going on. She breathed out a laugh, raising an eyebrow at her brother. “Wait, is Y/N the girl you brought to Rose's birthday party?”

Olivia turned to look at Jack. Even though he was being quite subtle, the look on his face did change a bit when she mentioned Y/N. And for a second, Olivia could relate to what he might be feeling then. Jack didn't reply, but his sister really didn't need him to, she already knew the answer when she asked him that question. Tara was there when Y/N left him alone on the dance floor to come home to Harry. She didn't have to hear her brother admit that he was in love with that girl, because it was written all over his face. So she thought for a moment, twitching her lips and finally nodded her head.

“Felicia, move Jennifer Tyler's order back a day and fix this dress first,” said Tara as she rolled her eyes. “I'll come up with an excuse and apologize to Jen.”

Olivia literally sighed in relief, putting both hands on her chest as she put on a massive grin. She repeatedly thanked both Jack and Tara then watched Felicia take Layla's dress and follow her manager inside.

“Hey,” Jack spoke when Olivia turned back to him. He squinted her eyes and pointed a finger at her, as if trying to remember something. “I think we've met before.”

“Yeah, kind of. I’m Olivia, Mr. Davis' new assistant,” she said, shaking his hand. “You must have seen me at his office.”

“I'm Jack.” He gave her a smile. “What happened to Josephine though?”

“She couldn't stand his daughter so she quit."

“That makes sense.” Jack raised both eyebrows, chuckling softly. “Lucky for you Rose's in Paris now.”

“You know her? From what I've heard...she's kind of...” Olivia stopped midway to pull a funny face, sticking out her tongue and Jack chortled at the expression. 

“I grew up with her,” he confessed. “Nobody would believe me but Rose used to be so sweet.”

“What happened?”

“I don't know.” He gave her a shrug, shoving both hands in his pockets. “I moved abroad after my first year of college and when I came back two years later, it was like she’d turned into someone else.” Then he paused and thought for a second before adding, “sometimes you gotta accept that people change as they grow up. You can't just treat them like the person they used to be.”

Of course Jack knew nothing about Olivia's relationship with Harry, but when he said those things, she felt like he was talking about her. It wasn't something she didn't already know, she knew as time changed, people also changed. But a part of her still refused to believe that rule also applied to Harry. It was sad to think her time being in his life had passed already. Was she wrong to treat him like he was the same boy she used to know? Was that why he’d been keeping distance from her?

“Hey, I gotta go talk to Tara about something,” Jack's voice pierced through Olivia's thought as she blinked fast and saw him check the time on his watch. “I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow?”

“Y-Yeah.” She curved her lips into a smile, nodding her head. “See you there.”

“It was nice talking to you, Olivia.” 

“You can call me Livy.”

“Livy.” Jack smiled as he patted her slightly on the arm and walked to the back of the store. As Olivia watched him go, she began to think maybe those rumors about him were all wrong. That man was too nice to come between a happy relationship, which she'd tried to do and regretted every day for last couple years.

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As a tradition, the bride and the groom weren't allowed to see each other the night before the wedding. Y/N thought it was rather stupid, maybe only because she didn't remember what it was like to sleep without Harry. But Layla wouldn't let her break that tradition and ‘betray her own sisters' on her last night being 'free'. Trix had flown all the way from Brighton to London to help Layla plan the bachelorette party for Y/N, while Niall, Liam, and Louis stole Harry away for their own party, which, according to Niall, would be ‘much better than Layla's'.

“Sorry, I'm late!” Nam rushed into Layla's living room and took off his coat to hang it up by the door. Kate widened her eyes as he sat down next to her on the sofa. 

“You invited a guy?” She asked Y/N, who responded with a grin.

“Don't worry, he's gay,” she said.

“I'm so excited.” Nam laughed when Layla poured him a glass of champagne. “I feel bad for Ben but I'm glad I won.”

“Won?” Y/N's sister Maisie raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, Layla told me couples aren’t allowed at the party so one of us must go with the boys. We rock-paper-scissored-ed and I won.”

“I'm glad you won. You're my favorite gay,” Layla said and all eyes turned to her.

“You said the same thing to Ben last week.” Nam looked at her in confusion as everyone burst out laughing, but Layla just stuck out her bottom lip and shot him a grin.

“My favorite gay changes every week. Next week it'll be Neil Patrick Harris.” She shrugged.

“Great! Now that we're all here, let's do this!” Trix said, hands on her knees as she looked around, giggling like a little girl. But nobody else could relate to her excitement because there was literally nothing to be excited about.

“Do what?” Kate scoffed, looking around the quiet living room. “Sit here and breathe?”

“Don't be sarcastic with me Cat.”

“My name is Kate.”

“Whatever you say, Cat.” Layla shrugged, holding up her glass and used her nail to tap on it to demand all attention on her. “Ladies and…Nam,” the girl cleared her throat, looking at each of the five people sitting on the couch. “As the maid of honor, I would like to say a few kind words about my beautiful best friend.”

Everyone began to clap but she shushed them all at once to continue. “This is your last ni—”

Layla was once again interrupted by the sound of doorbell. All heads immediately turned to the front door, second guessing who it might be. All except for Layla, because it was a part of her plan for that night. Sighing happily, she said, “my surprise has finally arrived. Come in boys!”

“Boys?!”

Nam literally bounced off the couch, the other four cheered, and Y/N started coughing as she choked on her water. The bride didn’t even get a chance to ask her best friend what was happening, when three muscular men burst into Layla’s living room, all dressed in police uniforms, but everyone there could tell they weren’t actually police officers.

“Surprise!”

“Layla, what…”

Y/N’s mouth fell open when her friends rushed towards the strippers and Layla turned on the loud music, throwing her hands in the air, screaming in excitement. Y/N quickly grabbed her wrist and frantically asked her what she was doing. In return, Layla looked as chill as she possibly could.

“Relax, Harry won’t know. You’re gonna thank me later,” she told Y/N and pulled her up from the couch, holding her by the shoulders and pushing her forward. “Guys, this is the beautiful bride!”

“Layla!”

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Apparently, Layla was wrong.

At that same moment, in a club all the way across town, Harry almost spit the whiskey all over Niall when he saw that clip of the girls at the bachelorette party. Niall was gonna ask him what was wrong, but he yelled immediately, “your girlfriend hired three strippers?!”

“Wow, really?” Niall chuckled, grabbing Harry’s phone to check Kate’s instagram story. It was a video of her dancing with a half-naked male and the caption said, ‘thank you Layla! Best bachelorette party ever!!!’

“Well.” Liam snorted. “This is very Layla.”

“Wait, wait, wait, they have male strippers over there?” Ben gasped, slamming his beer down on the counter. “Damn it! Why did I have to come up with that rock, paper, scissors thing?!”

“Told ya we should get strippers,” Louis said and everyone except for Ben glared at Harry.

“No strippers! If I wanted to see a naked woman, I could just go home to my wife.” He shook his head fast, lifting the bottle in his hand to gulp down all at once and slammed his hand on the table. “I’m going over there!”

“Woah, woah, woah!”

All the boys grabbed him before he could walk a step away from them, then pressed him back on the chair.

“Get your shit together, Harold! You are not going over there,” Niall gripped his shoulder, pointing a finger to his face. “And we’re not going to lose to the girls, okay? They can’t beat us.”

“Bottoms up, boys,” he turned to the others, raising his glass and leaving Harry confused. “And then we’re gonna have some real fun.”

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The bachelorette night ended up with them being slightly drunk and now sprawling on Layla's kingsize bed putting on beauty masks, gossiping while braiding each other's hair like teenage girls at a slumber party. Y/N had to admit that the strippers thing was fun and all (even though she refused to let them come too close and had her eyes covered throughout most of their lap dance), but when Layla suggested getting shit-faced, she had to abolish that idea at once. The last thing she wanted was to crawl to her own wedding because she was too hungover to walk down the aisle.

“I wonder what the boys are doing now...” Y/N spoke as she rested her chin on her knee and sat still for Layla to paint her toe nails. 

With clay mask on, Nam was scrolling through his instagram feed as he tried to speak without moving his lips, “Niall took them to the spa and they went shopping.”

“That's so fucking lame. Psst, amateurs!” Layla scoffed, making everyone laugh. 

“I don't think it's lame, they’ve spent a lot of money apparently,” Kate said as she sat up on the bed, so Layla snatched the phone from the girl’s hand to see it for herself. 

“Layla, be careful!” Y/N shouted as her best friend nearly spilt nail polish all over the sheet when she bounced up, hands gripping the device. Her eyes immediately broadened the moment she saw her boyfriend's instagram story.

“I think he's using my discount codes,” Layla mumbled, pinching her own forehead. “Wait...ALL of my discount codes?!”

To everyone's surprise, she jumped right off the bed and grabbed her phone on the nightstand to dial Niall's number. It took less than two seconds for her to start shouting into her phone.

“Niall James Horan! How dare you?! Do you know what I had to go through to get those coupons?! What is wrong with you?! No, stop it! You don't need a free facial massage, I do, okay?!” 

All the others exchanged terrified looks when Layla stormed out of the room. Even though she was already in the hallway, they could still hear her voice loud and clear. 

“I swear to Jesus after the wedding tomorrow you're gonna sleep on the couch. I cannot accept such rude behavior in this household, Niall James Horan!”

“When she calls you by your full name, you know you're fucked,” Nam said, and everyone cracked up at his comment. All except for Y/N rushed to the door to hear Layla yelling at Niall as they took turns guessing what would happen to him. 

Y/N, on the other hand, grabbed her phone on the nightstand when nobody was paying attention to her. Layla had to take her phone away so she wouldn't text or call Harry. But since Layla was busy scolding Niall, Y/N used that opportunity to check on her fiancé. She just missed him too much to follow the rules.

To her surprise, she saw five messages from him when she switched on the screen.

⌲ Hubby: Do not touch the strippers! 

⌲ Hubby: I'm so mad at Layla.

⌲ Hubby: Niall took us shopping, want me to get you something?

⌲ Hubby: Wifey, I miss you.

⌲ Hubby: :(

Y/N giggled, shaking her head as she typed down a reply:

⌲ You shouldn't be on your phone while you're out with the boys H!

It literally took Harry less than a second to read that text, so she wondered what the boys were doing.

⌲ Hubby: They're all kind of drunk right now they wouldn't care. They're also too busy watching Niall being yelled at.

⌲ Here the girls and Nam are watching Layla yelling at him lol

⌲ Hubby: Might sneak out to come see you later.

⌲ It's late, bby. Get some rest.

⌲ Hubby: Can't sleep if I don't kiss you goodnight tho.

Y/N couldn't believe that sentence made her blush even though she was marrying that man tomorrow. The thought caused her to roll her eyes and bite her bottom lip to hold back another smile.

⌲ Clingy!

⌲ But okay, I'll tell you when to come over.

⌲ Hubby: Yay!

⌲ Hubby: Are the strippers still there???

⌲ Yeah, I'm lying with a naked man right now ;)

⌲ Hubby: Don’t. Joke. Like. That.

Y/N released a breathy laugh, but her moment with Harry was soon interrupted as everyone rushed back to the bed when they heard Layla told Niall she was going to hang up and deal with him tomorrow. 

⌲ Layla's back. Gotta go.

⌲ Hubby: OK. See you later princess. Love you!

⌲ Aww love you lots.

Smiling, Y/N quickly placed her phone back to its previous spot before Layla returned, and just like everyone else, acted like nothing had happened.

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Harry hated to wake up in the middle of the night, but his dry throat was unbearable. It left him no other choice but to roll out of bed and drag his heavy feet out of the room.

He walked straight to the kitchen, silently telling himself that after a glass of water he would go back to sleep. But it didn't take him long to notice Y/N's bedroom door was wide opened, and her bed was left empty. She wasn't in the living room, wasn't in the kitchen either. So he quickly finished his glass of water and went to the front door, assuming she was right outside. And he was right. 

His flatmate was sitting in the hallway, with the laptop on her lap as she rested her back against the wall and turned to look at him when she heard the door open.

He asked her why she was sitting there, and she told him she needed to finish an essay but the light in her room didn't work. She couldn't study in the living room either, saying if she turned on the light he would be able to see it from his room and couldn't go back to sleep. So the hallway was the only good option left.

“Why do you always wait until the last minute to do stuff?” He asked, making her smile.

“Would've finished this ages ago if you’d just let me copy your assignment.” Then she turned back to her laptop. “Don't worry. I'm almost done. You should go back to sleep.”

But the problem was, he couldn't. Now that he saw her like that, he couldn't go back to sleep anymore. So without saying another word, he sat down on the floor by her side and she turned to raise an eyebrow at him.

“I'll keep you entertained, you must be lonely out here,” he said with a cheeky grin, making her snort.

“Alright, if you want to.” Y/N shrugged, turning away, but Harry could spot a secret smile resting upon her lips. 

The hallway was enjoyably quiet as it was two in the morning or so; and most of the people in that building had already gone to bed. If someone showed up now, they might just assume Harry and Y/N were insane for sitting outside their flat at this hour. 

“I cannot wait to graduate and never have to do this again,” Y/N mumbled under her breath while typing down a few more lines for her essay. Though she wasn’t paying attention to him, Harry couldn’t help but smile, keeping his eyes fixed on her. However, as soon as he thought about the words she'd just said, that beam was quick to disappear at once.

Them graduating also meant them leaving the flat — her leaving him. Very soon, moments like this would just be a distant memory to them both, at least to her; because he didn’t think he could forget about her. All of a sudden, Harry just wanted to freeze time so he could stay with her in the hallway like that, for as long as he wanted, forever would do.

“What do you wanna do after graduation?” She asked him, breaking the silence between them two. Her sudden question caught Harry off guard so he didn't have much time to think before giving her a proper answer. 

“Travel the world, I guess,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “What — What about you?”

“I’m gonna stay in London and find a job I love...” She released a warm laugh. “Maybe find a boyfriend.” 

Her second sentence made him frown, but Y/N couldn't see that look on his face so she went on, “but I'm not gonna get marry early. I'll wait until I'm at least thirty to settle down. I need to earn lots of money first.”

“I support your decision of not getting married early.” He nodded, pressing his lips into a hard line when she turned to look at him, slightly puzzled and amused. She didn't ask him why, but even if she had, he still wouldn't have told her the truth. The thought of her marrying someone else made him feel irritated, yet he knew that was what she deserved since he never wanted to settle down anyway. 

A happy family with children and a little house with white painted fence just wasn't for someone like him. But his heart broke when he thought about meeting her again ten years down the road and she introduced him to her husband and her kids. So maybe if she waited at least she was thirty to settle down, he would have more time to get his shit together to actually be brave enough to tell her how he felt; or maybe he would have enough time to get over her and eventually let her go. At this point, however, he doubted the latter option would be possible.

“What about you?” She asked, breaking through the thoughts built up inside his head. “Will you ever want to settle down?”

“I don't know. I think it's too early to think about it,” he said. “Probably...never.”

Y/N looked away and smiled, slowly shaking her head. He wondered what that smile meant, but he never got to find out because he never asked her.

“You're not going to my wedding alone, are you?” She joked, looking into his eyes. And even though a part of him wanted to tell her if she was marrying someone else, he didn't think he would be able to attend the wedding. But in return, he said, “you haven't even found a boyfriend yet and I'm already invited to your wedding?”

“Why not? You'll be the first name on the list.” She giggled.

All this talk about the future began to make Harry overthink and feel anxious, so he didn't want to continue speaking of it anymore. He changed the subject by asking her about her essay, and they talked a little bit more about other kinds of irrelevant things that they could think of. At first Harry was very determined to sit there with her until morning, but his sleepiness was forcing his eyelids to fall. As he started yawning and stretching his limbs, Y/N could tell her flatmate was too tired to continue talking to her.

“You should go to bed,” she told him with a smile. “I can be here on my own.”

“No, I'm good,” he reassured her but his hooded eyes said otherwise. There was no way he would let his sleepiness take away those precious hours alone with the girl he liked.

“You can use my shoulder as a pillow if you're too tired.”

“Really?” His surprised face made her giggle.

“Really. Here. Go ahead,” she told him, patting on her shoulder.

Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He scooted closer to the girl and finally rested his head on her shoulder, smiling as he closed his eyes and leaned on her for support. 

“You can't find a better flatmate than me,” she said between laughter. 

But what she didn't expect was to hear him say, “then don't ever leave me.” 

Harry couldn’t see the look on her face, but at that point he was too tired to worry about what she might think. 

“I can't find another you, so don't leave me.” His voice was slow and husky. He had his eyes closed, already drifting away, but her warm laughter kept him awake.

“Okay, I'll haunt you for the rest of your life then.”

He only smiled, not saying anything else. What Y/N didn’t know was, she was already always on his mind.

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It was 2AM when Harry arrived in front of Layla's flat. He sat on the floor in the hallway while waiting for Y/N, who took nearly five minutes to escape from Layla's arms and sneak out to see her fiancé. Harry greeted his love with a passionate kiss, and also a bag of fries and burgers he’d bought on his way there.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he said with a cheeky grin. Nobody knew her better than he did.

“I can't believe you bought me fast food the night before my wedding.” Y/N giggled as she took out the cheeseburger from the paper bag. They were both sitting side by side on the floor now, backs against the wall. Even though they knew nobody could hear them talking, they still had to keep their voices down because the last thing they wanted was to wake up Layla, and have her find out Harry had snuck out from his and Y/N's flat to go see his bride the night before their wedding.

“Your wedding?” He dropped his jaw, pretending to look offended. “Your groom is sitting right here, lady!”

“Where is he?” She looked around, pushing him out of her way to look for that groom he was talking about. “I don't see him here, Harry.”

“You're lucky you're cute.” He rolled his eyes when she burst out laughing and leaned into kiss him on the cheek. 

Taking a bite of the burger, she narrowed her eyes at him and said with her mouth full, “if I cannot fit in my dress tomorrow, I'm cancelling the wedding.”

“Bold of you to assume that's not exactly what I want.”

Her mouth fell open in reaction to his joke as she slightly punched him on the arm and threatened to stand up and leave immediately. Their quiet laughter faintly echoed in the empty hallway, but it soon faded out to let the silence fill in again. Y/N wiped her hand with the paper towels he’d brought once she’d finished the burger. It was only then that she finally noticed he’d been staring at her and smiling like an idiot the entire time.

“Is there ketchup on my face?” She asked, touching her cheek. But Harry only shook his head and brought one of her hands to his lips to lay a kiss on her knuckles.

“I can't believe you're gonna be my ex-girlfriend.”

She breathed out a laugh as he looked so proud of his own joke.

“Get it? Because you're gonna be—”

“Your wife. I get it.” Y/N rolled her eyes, yet unable to cover up the beam on her face. “You're so lame.”

“Too bad. You're stuck with me.” He quickly lifted her hand and pointed to the ring on her finger. “Forever!”

“Noooooo!” Y/N’s dramatic reaction got both of them dying of laughter.

Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder, just like that night in the hallway many years ago. This time, she had one arm around his shoulders to stroke his hair, knowing it would help him relax.

“I'm sorry I messed up your plan of waiting until you're thirty to settle down,” he joked, leaving a smile on her face.

“And I'm sorry for making you stay in London instead of traveling the world.” She laughed quietly.

“But my world is all right here.” 

His reply made her turn her head to look down at him. So Harry looked up, batting his eyelashes as he expected a compliment, but what she said to him was, “I swore I saw this pick up line somewhere on the Internet already.”

“They probably stole it from me."

The smug look on his face made Y/N roll her eyes. However, she had never been more sure that she was going to marry the right person. 

“Oh god, it’s almost 3AM?!” Y/N gasped when she checked the time on her phone. “You need to leave now. We’re gonna oversleep and be late for our own wedding!”

“Think about it,” Harry said, arms tightened around her waist instead of letting go. “The wedding can only start if we're there, so we can just show up an hour late and it won't even be considered as late.”

“Makes sense.” Y/N chuckled, still she unwrapped his arms and pulled him up as she got up from the floor. 

Pouting, Harry held both of her hands tight. “But I want your cuddles.”

So she cupped his face between her hands and kissed him on the cheek as she whispered, “you have your whole life to cuddle me.”

Harry knew that already, but somehow hearing that from her made his heart flutter and warm. 

“One last thing.” He suddenly furrowed his brows as if it was something very important. “The strippers.”

“Seriously?” Y/N snorted when she saw the grumpy look on his face. 

“Did they touch you?”

“No.”

“Did you touch them?”

“No.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow, plastering a smile upon her face. “They have pretty sick abs.”

Y/N shook her head fast, placing a hand on Harry’s stomach to stroke him there. “But I prefer your soft tummy.”

“Hey! My tummy ain't soft!”

“Yes it is! When we first dated you had six packs, now your tummy is as soft as my pillow.”

When she compared his belly to a pillow, Harry couldn’t keep a straight face anymore, he just had to laugh. Shaking his head, he said, “I just didn't want the other girls to drool over me so I stopped working on these abs, okay? If I had killer abs like when I was nineteen, people would stare at me all the time. Do you wanna lose your husband?”

His reasoning made Y/N cackle with laughter, so she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek upon his chest, telling him how much she loved him as if he didn’t already know. But of course, their romantic moment had to come to an end when the front door opened wide and Layla appeared in her sleeping gown, mouth agape as she saw Harry’s face.

“Oh my god! You sneaky little shits!”

“Gotta go! Love you!” Harry quickly pecked his girl on the cheek and ran as fast as he could so Layla couldn't get him. Before he got into the lift, he didn’t forget to shout out loud, “see you tomorrow, wifey!” 

That might’ve annoyed a few neighbors living on the same floor, but Harry was too elated to even care. Y/N was just the same. She stood there, chest heaving up and down, smiling like a madwoman even long after Harry had already gone.

“You two make me sick,” Layla grumbled.

Quickly, she took her best friend’s wrist to pull her back inside; otherwise Y/N would just keep standing there like a happy fool until the sun came. Layla urged the girl back to bed, slightly annoyed when she looked at the clock on the wall and saw what time it was.

“For fucks sake, Juliet. I don't want you to fall asleep while standing at the altar!” 

No matter what Layla said, the bride was still full of energy after seeing her soon-to-be husband in the hallway. She turned around to grin at her best friend, and Layla had to think twice whether or not she’d accidentally let Y/N drink more than she should’ve. 

“Oh my god!” Y/N gasped, shaking with nervous laughter when she fell back on the bed. “I'm getting married today.”

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Love over Fear (Billy Russo x Reader)

Love over Fear - Billy Russo x Reader 

A/N: I'm the worst at kidnapping scenes. I just, this is a whole MESS. Hope ya’ll still like it though, took 10yrs to write because idk I was lazy. 

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Fandom: Marvels The Punisher 

Prompts:  I almost lost you kiss -  Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths – You don’t have to act like you’re ok. 

Warnings: Kidnapping, lowkey angst, lowkey fluff 

Word count: 2750

Hope you all Enjoyyyy xoxo Feedback is always appreciated

THIS HASNT BEEN PROOFREAD PROPERLY. ISSA WHOLE MESS XOXO

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You always knew the risks that came with Billy Russo, but you chose to ignore them. Mainly because you loved him, but also because you felt safe around him. You know that his line of work meant he always had an enemy around the corner, you knew that you were seen as his weakness. You two weren’t one for PDA, instead chose to show your affection towards one another behind closed doors, at parties, galas, and other formal events you were on his arm, stood side by side. He often worried that this would put you in danger, by being around him, by standing by his side through good and bad, but you still chose to support him. 

The one day you were taken though, he didn’t realise how much he needed you until you were gone,

“Wake up bitch” You felt someone rip something from across your mouth, you slowly squinted your eyes open, your head pounding. You were sat in a dimly lit room, a man you recognised as someone Billy hated, though you weren’t sure who he was specifically. You were scared, to say the least. Last you remembered was reaching in your bag ready to unlock your apartment door, and now you’re here.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as this man crouched down in front of you a gun in his hands,

“Good” he murmured a sadistic smirk on his face, “Now, what’s going to happen. Everyone knows you’re Russo's girl, and people see the way you two are, they know that you’re not just a fling are you? No. You know this man better than his own marine buddies do, so when I ask a question about him, you’re going to be a good girl, and you’re going to answer. Do you understand”

You face twisted into anger, trying not to show the fear that you felt. You knew that Billy would soon realise you’re missing, and he’s got the resources to find you.  

“If you know that I’m not just a fling, then you’ll also know that Billy won’t let you get away with hurting me”

“Who says Billy has to find out huh sweetheart”

You couldn’t help but grimace at the man stood in front of you, “Your first mistake is underestimating the man you’re trying to get information on. Your second mistake is taking someone that’s important to him”

You weren’t sure where your bravery came from as you stared this man in the face, you had faith in Billy, but you didn’t have faith in yourself right now. You were scared, but your words told you otherwise.

“Considering you're the one tied up right now, you seem to think your man is really coming to save you huh” He grumbled

“But how about this,” He said pushing the gun into your ribs, “You start talking, you’ve gotta know Russo’s business, all of his businesses”

You bit your tongue, not wanting to come out with a sarcastic comment which probably would get you shot, instead, you shook your head, hoping to buy some time, “I know that he was trained as a marine. That he has his own security company. That he’s capable of finding me, and once he does well, you can ask him those questions then, or you can beg for your life, either way, you’ll get your face to face with him and he’ll have all the answers for you”

“How about, you start talking, and I won’t give the two of you, matching scars”

He slowly placed the gun back in his holster before pulling a knife out, he played with it for a few seconds, that sadistic smirk coming back onto his face, he looked at you the sadistic smirk coming back on his face, the fear settled in your stomach.

“What? Nothing to say about your knight in shining armour?” He asked tracing the blade across your face,

Before you had the chance to say anything, you heard a bomb explode, seconds later you heard rounds of guns going off, loads of shouting, the man in front of you grabbed out his gun, staring at the door.

You were hoping that this really was your knight in shining armour because you have no clue what he would do if you got shot or killed. You trusted Billy blindly, you both often worried about where his line of work would end up with you, and by that, you knew his enemies weren’t the nicest people, and you both knew that you were both his strong and weak link.

“Who the fuck is here” He yelled back to you,

“Either someone that wants to kill you, someone that wants to save me, or both. Well... hopefully, both. If not we’re both screwed”

He glanced back at you, before glancing at the door when the handle began to shake. Seconds later he had a knife at your throat, your body went completely rigid, feeling the cold blade pressing against your neck. Your breath caught in your throat, trying not to jump when the door was kicked open,

Billy came storming in a few of his men behind him, he put his hand up signalling for them to stop as soon as he saw you, you knew Billy better than anyone, you could read his face, and right now there was both fear and rage in his eyes. He stared at you before his gaze shifted towards the knife at your throat and then the man holding it,

“Looks like you’ve got your face to face” You bit out at the man,

His grip tightened on you, and you heard him snarl,

“Let her go now, and I’ll make your death quick and easy,” Billy said to the man,

“Now why would I let go of my only leverage”

Billy narrowed his eyes at the man, his glare turning to stone and eyes going blank, a look you never saw on him, a look that ran shivers down your spine.

“Alright,” Billy said handing his gun to one of the men, Billy then took off his bulletproof vest and threw it on the ground,

The man who held you in a grip loosened slightly before grabbing you again,

“What's your play here Russo,” He asked Billy,

You felt like you couldn’t breath scared for your life as you felt the blade being pressed against your throat, but Billy put his arms out

“Like she said, you’ve got your face to face” Billy smirked, a murderous look in his eye.

A wave of relief came over you as he dropped the blade from your neck, he let go you but instead aimed to stab Billy instead, the two of the fighting hand to hand. You felt someone cutting you loose and grabbing you out of the room, trying to get you away from the danger, you recognised them as one of Billy’s boys.

Instead, you couldn’t move, watching as Billy beat this man, the anger and aggression he had in his eyes now showing as he beat this man down, using his own blade against him. You had never seen Billy like this, and to say it scared you was an understatement. This wasn’t your Billy, you knew the risk of being with Billy, how you were a target by proxy, yet you had never seen why it was a risk being with Billy. You had never seen this side of Billy, the killer within him, the reason why he has the scars he wears on his face.

You saw a man that you didn’t know, yet he was still your man, you felt yourself being dragged out, feeling more scared within those seconds than you did the whole time you were held captive, scared for the man who took you, knowing Billy would hurt him for touching you, you were scared that Billy would get hurt. Scared that this Billy is the real Billy and he might see you as weak. Someone pathetic and weak enough to get taken, to not be able to defend themselves in the given situation the way he had.

You wanted to turn and run back to Billy, make sure he was ok, make sure that he was still your Billy because what you feared most in those few seconds wasn’t loosing yourself, and your own life, instead losing him and living a life without him there.

“Y/N, we need to go. Now” Frank now had you, trying to get you to go with him, you hadn’t seen him before now, but you looked at him, he stared back with sympathy in his eyes, “Come on, he’ll be out in a second”

He didn’t give you a chance to say anything else instead went and made sure you were safely in a car. He got in the drivers seat and drove you back to your apartment, he made sure you were ok. Asked if you needed anything, all you wanted right now was Billy. To make sure he was safe, to make sure he hadn't gotten hurt because of you and your stupidity of getting kidnapped. In the moment it didn’t feel real. You knew Billy well enough that he was going to find you. You had faith in him, you truly did. But you didn’t know how to take everything in from what happened.

Frank took you back to your apartment and made sure you got in safely. You were in shock, realising that you were in a situation where you could’ve died, what if he didn’t find you, you wouldn’t have said anything. You didn’t know enough to say anything. But it made you think how much you didn’t know, you knew being with Billy meant that you would be in danger. But why?

“You good Y/N?” Frank asked you, he sat beside you on your couch, your arms crossed hugging your chest, unaware of your surroundings, he set a mug of tea down on the table.

“Bill is on his way. Did you want me to stay until then?” He asked,

You smiled up at him and shook your head, “Thank you. For helping me today”

He smiled and gave you half a hug before kissing your forehead, “I’d do it again Y/N. But I’m hoping there’s not a next time”

You couldn’t help chuckle at that, “Well, I have faith in you boys. Even if its something... that I’ve never seen before. But you carry on Frank. I’m fine, I promise”

He let out a scoff at that, “You sure kid?”

“Yeah, I just, I need to sort myself out a bit. You carry on Frank.”

Before leaving he gave you a hug, told you to call him if you needed to talk. After he left you got the strength to get up and go sort yourself out. You didn’t feel safe, knowing you were taken right outside of your apartment, you touched the back of your head feeling a small bump forming but knew there wasn’t any chance of a concussion especially as you were lightly drugged with chloroform. You had no clue how long you were out for, so instead, you washed your face, got out of these clothes into something comfier before finally drinking the tea Frank made for you.

You sat back down, wanting to get the images out of your mind. Whenever you closed your eyes all you remember seeing is Billy’s cold eyes. You had never seen him the way you did, and now it was all you could think about. That look taking you over the edge of everything. The man you trust with your life, looking like someone who could take another with no second of hesitation.

You heard a banging on the door which took you out of your trance, Billy was stood on the other side waiting impatiently to get to you, make sure you were safe. He knew what you saw, he knew that you saw a side of him you never wanted him to witness.

When you answered the door all you saw was blood, all over his clothes, his face. Your heart was in your throat and you weren’t sure what to do, how to react.

“Y/N” He said looking at you in awe. Billy wasn’t sure how to react around you after knowing what you saw

“Billy” You whispered at him, you gave him a small smile and stepped aside to let him in, he walked passed you, but stood beside you as you shut the door behind him.

When you turned back around he was stood there, his mouth opening and closing a few times ready to say something, he held regret in his eyes, some fear, rather than saying anything he cupped your face in his hands,

Your breath was in your throat and he leaned forward to kiss you, a kiss that held more passion than any other before, you moaned into the kiss before separating and resting your forehead against his,

“I... I can’t lose you Y/N” He whispered against your lips before kissing you lightly again, “I can’t lose you. I’m so sorry”

You instead shook your head, only slightly though.

“I had faith in you, Billy. I knew that you would be there for me.”

He moved to pull you into a hug, kissing you on the side of your forehead,

“I’ll always be there for you” He whispered, “And I’m so sorry you had to see a side of me you’d never seen before”

“It scared me Bill,” You told him honestly,

He froze slightly at that before he looked at you, pushing your hair out of your face, “You don’t ever need to be afraid of me Y/N. Never”

You sighed and nodded at him before going completely inside, his hands dropped from your face and he followed you,

“You should probably get cleaned up, do you want to go grab a shower and I’ll grab some clothes of yours?” You asked him,

He nodded and went through to shower while you grabbed some of his clothes from whenever he stayed here.

He took less than five minutes in the shower before he came back out to you,

“How are you? He didn’t hurt you did he?” He asked you rubbing your back slightly, Billy was never the best at comforting someone at such sudden situations. He could fight any fight, but raw emotion he found difficult, yet sometimes found it easy with yourself.

You scoffed and shook your head, “No. I mean he smashed my head with something. It hurt, and then he drugged me. But you got there not long after I woke up. He sent a few threats in there, he would’ve probably followed through but I, I don’t know I wasn’t as scared as I thought... but then my knight in shining armour barged in. That’s when it all hit me when I realised I didn’t need to be strong for myself anymore. I knew I was safe, but the reality of what could’ve happened...”

He pulled you into him and hugged you providing comfort, “You don’t need to pretend to be ok. I went mad when I realised what happened, and finding out who done it, scared the shit out of me. In all my life I had never felt so defeated or weak.”

“How did you know where to find me?” You weren’t sure if you wanted to ask, but a part of you wanted to know,

“I have my ways” He murmured, “The main thing is you’re safe though”

You nodded at that before thinking back to earlier, when you saw him, “When you... when you found me. You had a look in your eyes...”

“I was ready to kill him Y/N” He cut you off, his jaw was tight and teeth gritted, “I was ready to make him suffer for taking you from me. Sorry, you had to see that, but I would do anything to protect you. You know that right?” He asked softly, 

You nodded at that and looked at him before leaning up and kissing him lightly, “I love you. And thank you,” You smiled,

He smiled back at you and kissed you once more before kissing the top of your head.

Being with Billy Russo may be dangerous, it may be dangerous. You may not know the bad side of his life, but you know that that he loves you, you love him, and he would do anything to ensure your safety.

A/N: I honestly think this is a whole ass mess bc I have 0 faith in myself banter. xoxo 

#Billy Russo x Reader #Billy Russo #Billy Russo Fic #Billy Russo x you #Billy Russo x Y/N #The Punisher #Jigsaw #The Punisher #Billy Russo Fluff #Billy Russo Angst

[solesurvivorkat]

Kt Update & a Kiss Prompt

Okay, I know I haven't been on Tumblr regularly in... well... quite a while. I sincerely apologize. I feel like I'm always making excuses and I don't mean to, but life has been crazy busy for me, and when I haven't been busy I've had either no energy or low motivation. Also, I follow about 50-something people on Tumblr (too lazy to go look right now, lol) who all post kind of a lot (not complaining, just saying), so I've had a hard time keeping up w/ my news feed too.

Now that 'Far Cry New Dawn' has come out, I'm really gonna try to step it up (I've been working hard trying to snap out of this funk I've been in since like... before Christmas. Sigh).

So no - I still haven't forgotten about 'Shadow of Steel' or 'The Book of John', but I HAVE been writing (sort of, lol), trying to work on the kiss prompts that I received oh-so long ago. I WILL get them done! I just finished one today, finally.

Before I get to that, I just wanna let people know that I WILL be playing 'FC ND' this weekend, and I WILL be streaming it - my 1st time streaming anything, actually, so it should be... 'interesting', lol. I will probably not be too active here on Tumblr during that time, and any spoilers I post (if any) will be under a 'read more' link and will be tagged accordingly.

As for the kiss prompt I just finished writing:

I can't promise that it's absolutely my best writing, since it took me much longer to write it than I wanted and I don't wanna work on my fanfics again until I have all my prompts done first - so in an effort to be (somewhat more) speedy, I churned this out & did a 'quickie proofread' to make sure it wasn't abysmal before posting it. Like I said - not my best, so my apologies for any shortcomings in it. I will eventually be posting it (and my other prompts, when finished) on my AO3 account as well.

This is kiss prompt #41 - "...because the world is saved" - for John Seed & my Dep Sarah Rook, requested by @foofygoldfish (thank you hunny! SO sorry for the wait!). It takes place (somewhat AU? Not 100% sure, haven't gotten that far in my fanfic yet, lol) post-Collapse, in a bunker. I hope people enjoy it! <3

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“Proceed carefully... the very fate of the world hangs in the balance.”

“Don’t you think that’s being a tad bit... melodramatic?”

“Is it? Or are you just saying that because you fear you’re teetering on the brink of complete annihilation??”   

“...Is that right? Because... I seem to have more territory occupied than yourself at the present time.”

“Yes... isn’t it ‘amazing’ how that happened so quickly."

“...Are you accusing me of some sort of deception??”

“I’m simply saying that for someone who’s probably never played a board game in his entire life, you seem to be awfully adept at this one.”

“You don’t trust me?” John raised a tattooed hand and rested it over his heart in mock-indignation. “You wound me, Sarah. I can’t help it if I possess a trifle more... ‘perspicacity’ than you do.”

Sarah’s jaw dropped, the smile on her face suddenly gone.

“.......Oh it’s on now, smart-ass.”

She ignored the smirk directed at her as she glanced down at the game board between them, eyes roaming over the scattered plastic pieces representing infantry, cavalry, and artillery. And yes - unfortunately, his troops outnumbered hers. Damn it. He would be good at this game... of course he was. She didn’t know why she should have expected anything different.

She took a deep breath and snatched the dice up, giving them a wary shake in her tightening fist.

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John sat back and sighed, his hands rising beside him in a resigned shrug.

“Well my dear... it seems I underestimated you. Your acumen’s on par with mine after all.”

Sarah merely stared at him, expressionless. Her arms crossed over her chest.

“And um, remind me again...” she challenged. “How is it possible that one moment you’ve conquered nearly all of Europe and Asia, but less than 10 minutes later you’ve lost all but the Ukraine?”

“You were there,” he replied evasively. “This is a game of cunning and chance, isn’t it? I suppose my luck just ran out.”

Her eyes slowly narrowed at him.

“.....I know you let me win, John,” she rebuked after a pause.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She leaned over the game board towards him, her gaze hardening.

“Je t'accuse,” she countered, jaw tightening into a scowl. “Your luck ‘ran out’? That statement seems more prevaricating than truthful. You showed a bit of reticence during the last few minutes of your gameplay, but normally - even when concentrating on something - you tend to be more loquacious by nature. And while luck does play a part in this game, someone as punctilious as yourself is not very likely to make simple mistakes.”

She sat back in her seat again, lips pursing.

“Yeah - I can use big words too, remember hotshot?”

John smiled and shook his head, averting his eyes. “You said it yourself earlier... the very ‘fate of the world’ hung in the balance. And thanks to you, ‘the world' is now safe.”

His smile faded somewhat, causing Sarah to raise her eyebrows in curiosity. He was silent for a few moments, and when he finally spoke again his voice was so soft she almost had to lean forward again just to hear him.

“The hero of the story won... the better person.”

She blinked and stared at him, at a loss and not sure she’d heard him correctly at first. When his words sunk in, her face became downcast. Standing up, she walked over to him, drawing his eyes back up to hers. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently sat on his lap.

His hands instinctively found their way around her waist as he watched her, an awed expression on his face.

She regarded him for a moment, then leaned forward and softly pressed her lips against his. He didn't respond at first, then slowly pulled her closer and kissed her back. She eventually pulled back a little and rested her forehead against his.

“I love you... even when you're a stubborn twit,” she murmured with a soft smile, cupping his cheek in her right hand. “And no matter what anyone says... you're my hero.”

John smiled back, giving her a gentle squeeze with his fingers.

“There are worse things in life than losing to someone you love,” he said. A mischievous look suddenly crossed his face. “...Especially when you get to sleep with the hero.”

He laughed as a nearby cushion subsequently made contact with the back of his head.

(prevaricating = a statement known by its maker to be untrue and made in order to deceive) (reticence = tight-lipped, discretion, avoidance of saying too much) (loquacious = the quality of being wordy and talkative) (punctilious = strict attention to minute details)

“At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice.” - Maya Angelou

#far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #katies xboxname #john seed #deputy #female deputy #deputy rook #junior deputy #deputy sarah rook #sarah rook #kiss prompt #writing prompt #far cry 5 writing prompt #my oc #far cry 5 oc

[mylutteoheart]

Bad Pick-up Lines Lead To A Great Conversation

I was way too excited writing this but maybe it’s because I liked the idea of Matteo using cheesy pick-up lines. Anyways enjoy.

btw my lazy ass didn’t proofread this so you might find some mistakes in it

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It was a normal day for Matteo as usual. He had to work in the coffee shop near the University of Buenos Aires as usual. It was a nice job. But he didn’t see himself doing this his entire life. He sees this as a temporary job. His real dream is to be a professional singer one day but he still has a long way to go.

Matteo thought he was going to have a boring day like always but that was until this small brunette walked in. When she entered, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, he thought she was beautiful.

He was happy to be the one who served her, he wanted to know what her voice sounded like and she didn’t disappoint. Her voice was like honey to a bee.

“What can I get for you?” He asked when it was her turn.

“A latte please.” The girl was on her phone the entire time and Matteo didn’t like it because he wanted to look into her eyes.

While he was preparing her order, he came up with a genius idea that might get her attention. He decided to write a cheesy pick-up line on her cup to see how she would react.

The first time he wrote: You are hotter than the bottom of my laptop.

He handed her the cup but she didn’t look away from her phone, he got a little sad and he had hoped to see her again.

The girl was back the next day and Matteo saw another chance to get her attention. She ordered the same as the day before.

This time, he wrote: On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a 9. I’m the 1 you need.

He still had no reaction. But he had enough chances to get her to notice him because she came in every day at the same hour. One time he thought that the reason she spent so much time on her phone is because she was texting her boyfriend the entire time and that cause an ache in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain. He had no idea why he wanted her to notice him so badly but he didn’t think about the answer any further and just kept doing what he did.

He wrote a lot of different pick-up lines on her cup, some more risky than other, he still didn’t get anything out of her. He wrote things like: Did your license get suspended for driving all these guys crazy?, Do you have a name or can I call you mine? and you are everything I never knew I always wanted.

He tried a new line every time but nothing seemed to work. She always left without saying or doing anything besides looking at her phone.

When he decided to give up, she came in again? But this time she didn’t go straight to the bar, she went to sit at a table. Matteo thought that she probably had more time to drink coffee. He wasn’t as happy as he usual was when they told him to take her order but he did it anyway.

He walked over to her table and to his surprise, she looked up from her phone for the first time.

“Matteo, right? You’re the one who always takes my order.” She said with a smile from ear to ear.

He didn’t know what to say. He was surprised to find out she knew his name and that he was the one always serving her. “H-how did you know?” he asked out of curiosity.

“I asked a few people from the university that go here as well. I asked about you.” She said casually. “I gave them a description of you and they knew everything about you. It seems like you have a lot of fans.” She let out a small laugh.

“Well, I’m a very popular guy here. Every girl asks for me to be their server.” He joked.

“I see why. They told me they think you’re hot.”

“I can’t disagree with them.” Matteo smiled.

“Honestly, I thought that you had no idea who I was since you’re always looking at your phone when you come in here.”

“You underestimate me, Matteíto.” She laughed a little. “I know a lot more than you think. Why do you think that you’re always my server whenever I come in here? It’s not a coincidence.”

Matteo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Are you stalking me or something?”

“I could ask you the same question.” Her smile got brighter. “You don’t think I’ve noticed all the things you wrote on my cup?”

Matteo fell from one surprise into the other. “I can’t believe it, you saw everything?”

“Of course I did.”

“Incredible.” Matteo had no idea what to say. “How come you never said anything about it?”

“I thought it was funny to read all the cheesy pick-up lines you wrote.”

“So you liked them?” Matteo started smiling mysteriously.

The girl frowned because she had no idea what he was planning to do but answered: “Yeah, I liked them.”

This was an invitation for Matteo to use another infamous pick-up line and said when he looked down at her shoes: “Hey, tie your shoes. I don’t want you falling for anyone else.”

She giggled at what he just said and said: “Who said that I was falling for you?”

“The stalking is kind of a giveaway.” He joked.

“I wasn’t stalking you.” She acted like she was hurt and put a hand on her heart to make it clearer.

“You totally were.”

“Well, if I’m a stalker than I can say that you are as well.” She said with a more serious tone. “I bet you don’t write those lines on another girl’s cup. I asked around and you can’t lie to me.”

“Okay, okay. Maybe you’re right.” He admitted with a little hesitation.

They both laughed and joked around a little more. After a while, he realized that he hasn’t asked for her name yet.

“You know my name but it’s kind of weird that I don’t know what’s yours? What’s your name?” He asked out of nowhere.

“I’m Luna.” She answered.

“I’ll get your usual order. I’m sure that you have somewhere to go right now.” He said after a few minutes of silence.

“No, I don’t have any classes today so I can stay as long as I want but I sure would like my latte.” She smiled at him and for the first time, he really looked into her eyes and suddenly it felt like a thousand butterflies were floating around I his stomach and he never wanted to lose that feeling.

“It’ll be here in a second.” He walked over to the bar and made her coffee.

“Here you go.” He said when he brought the coffee to her.

“So when is your lunch break?” she suddenly asked him.

He looked at his watch and said: “It is now actually.”

“Why don’t you spend your break talking to me?” she suggested.

“Well, I have been talking to you during my work hours as well so sure, why not?” he sat down across from her and they talked the entire day long, not caring if he was going to get fired or not. All he could focus on was her and he didn’t want it any other way.

#soy luna #lutteo #luna valente #matteo balsano #soy luna fanfic #lutteo fanfic #my soy luna fic

[sky-girls]

Hey could you write about simbar being secretly together for a while and one member of the group finds out that Simon is dating "someone" (no one even thinks that Ambar could be the one he's going out with) then the group decides to discover who the secret girlfriend is so they make plans, theories and they even talk about it in front of Ambar (who's having the most fun) and then in the end they're all shocked when in the most simple way they find out that Simbar are dating. Thanks in advance!

This might not be necessarily what you guys asked for but i think fits pretty well, anyway I hope you guys like this.Btw not proofread because I’m lazy af

The first person to notice, for Ámbar’s, surprise is Luna. She really thought that despite the fact that they live in the same house she would be the least of her worries, but she apparently underestimated how much the little girl knows Simón so when she overhears her talking with Matteo about how she is sure Simón is seeing someone behind their backs she is extremely surprised and a little scared of being found out by Luna,the most clueless person on the face of earth, of all people but then she hears her wondering who could it be and she breathes easy.

She still calls Simón, just to give him the heads up.

“So Luna knows.”Ámbar says as a greeting once she is on her room.

“Hi, gorgeous, how are you?” Simón says in a teasing tone and Ámbar rolls her eyes. “My day was amazing too, but I missed you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ámbar sighs half annoyed half fond at him. “But Luna knows you are dating someone.”

“Yes, I know.”Simón tells her chuckling and Ámbar open her mouth slightly in surprise.

“You knew and you never thought to tell me?” She asks indignant.

“I’m on my way to your house, angel.” He tells her, still sounding amused. “So calm down and maybe we can talk about this when I sneak into your room like the responsible young man I am.”

“Okay whatever.” Ámbar can’t help but to laugh. “Just hurry up.”

It’s not long before Simón is softly knocking on her window and Ámbar has to stand up to open it for him.

“Why didn’t you tell me Luna knew?” She asks as soon as he is standing safely on her floor but instead of answering right away he leans down and kisses her softly.

“Because she has no idea is you.” He says when he pulls away, resting her forehead in hers. “And I think I distracted her well enough.”

“If you had she wouldn’t have been talking to Matteo about it.” Ámbar retorts and he smiles at her.

“Believe I know Luna and I know how to make her let go of things.” He reassures her with a small kiss. “I handled it, don’t worry. “

Ámbar pulls away from him just so he can feel  the full strength of her disbelieving glare. He is about to add something when they hear a knock on the door. The both jump away from each other with wide eyes and Ámbar gestures towards the bed wildly while Simón drops to the floor and rolls under it.

“What?” She asks when she opens the door and sees Matteo.

“I made some pizza for Luna.”He explains and Ámbar sees the the plate with two slices of pizza on it and the juice glass he has on his hands. “Thought that maybe you would want more.”

“It was Luna’s idea.” Ámbar says smiling taking the plate and the juice. “Right?”

Matteo just shrugs with a smirk and she rolls her eyes at him.

“Hey, everything okay?” Matteo asks and Ámbar looks at him in question.

“Yes, why?”

“You look a little…frazzled.” Matteo comments and Ámbar schools her face into a casual expression.

“Everything is fine, Matteo.” She reassures him. “Now go back to your girlfriend.”

She closes the door on his face and waits until she hears his footsteps to turn around and tell Simón he can get out of under her bed.

“See.” He says with a smile.”We’ve got this handled.”

Ámbar shakes her head and smiles, maybe he is right.

“I’m not the only one who noticed that Simón totally has a secret girlfriend, right?” Luna asks to all of their friends when they are sitting on the bar and Ámbar has to use all of her strength not to choke on her smoothie and to stop herself from going to the rink to drag Simón back here so she can tell him to control his best friend.

“What do you mean?” Nina asks and Ámbar is surprised that the nerd hasn’t figured it out yet, maybe they are not in such a bad position.

“He is dating someone, I know it.” Luna states with determination in her eyes and Matteo looks at her fondly, letting her know that maybe they talked about this more that Ámbar thought. “But I asked him yesterday and he denied it, so the only answer left is that he has a secret girlfriend.”

“He has been going out late and sometimes not coming back home at night.” Pedro says thoughtful. “It would make sense.”

“So next question.” Jim chimes in. “Who is this girl?”

“And why is he hiding her from us?” Yam adds.

“I just hope it’s not Daniela.” Luan crinkles her nose and Ámbar relaxes when she realizes the she is probably the last option on everybody’s mind.

“You really think he could go there twice?” Nina asks.

“I have in good faith he hit his head many times when he was younger.” Luna comments and Ámbar has to laugh with everyone else, she will ask him about that later. “So who knows?”

“I don’t think he would.” Pedro says. “This has to be another girl.”

“Where would he even meet another girl?” Matteo asks in a mocking question and Luna pokes him on the ribs.

“She probably comes to the roller.” Nina comments and Ámbar curses her for being so smart.

“I’ve seen him around some tall brunette girl a lot lately.” Jazmín comments and Ámbar already knows who she means, that girl keeps flirting with Simón, she wants to slap her. “Maybe that’s her.”

“No, I know who you mean.” Nico says. “And she might flirt with him a lot but he never flirts back.”

“What about that small redhead who is sitting on the couch?”Gastón asks. “She’s been here a lot lately.”

They all turn to the girl he means for a second and Ámbar smiles, they are so far off, they are just picking random girls now.

“What we need here.” Nina tells them.”Is a plan of action.”

“I could ask him again.” Luna offers.”See how he reacts and see if I can get anything out of him.”

“We could follow him when he goes out of the house at night.” Nico says pointing to Pedro.  

“That’s good.” Luna smiles excitedly. “We are so figuring this out.”

“As engaging as I find this conversation.” Ámbar interrupts sarcastic.”I rather be skating, so you all losers later.”

She goes to the locker room and finds SImón there, taking off his skates.

“You were right.”She tells him and he looks up at her with a confused smile. He always seems to be smiling when he sees her, she loves that.

“About what?” He asks.

“They know you are dating someone but they will never figure out it’s me.” Ámbar clarifies and Simón smiles smug while standing up and walking to her.

“See, I told you.” He tells her. “I’ve got everything handled.”

Ámbar nods and after a quick look around to make sure no one’s near she gives him a small peck.

“I know you are worried about you godmother, angel.”Simón says caressing her cheeks. “But they are our friends.”

“Words travel fast, Simón.” Ámbar whispers sadly. “And I’m sorry but I can’t handle her knowing it, nor right now.”

Simón looks at her with sad eyes knowing too well her godmother would forbid her to see and that Ámbar wouldn’t find on herself the power to not do as she says.

“I know, angel.” He whispers kissing her.

Ámbar lets herself get lost in the moment for a few seconds, she already checked that there was no one close and she doubts anyone would come to the lockers room the rink is already closed.

“What the flying…?” They hear a female voice exclaim and they both jump.”What?”

Ámbar gathers the courage to turn around and regrets it instantly when she sees all of her friends looking at them with surprised faces.

“What?” Luna repeats pointing to Ámbar.

“What what?” Simón says in a somewhat childish tone and Ámbar and Luna roll their eyes at the same time, disturbing.

“Ámbar?” Luna asks. “You are dating Ámbar.”

“Any problem with that?”Ámbar steps in and everyone’s surprised faces become even worse. They all need lifes.

“No.” Luna says shaking her head with wide eyes.

“You are dating beanie boy?” Matteo asks as soon as his girlfriend stops talking “Wow, never saw that coming.”

“Well, too bad for you.” Ámbar straightens up her back and holds Simón hand. “Because we are dating and you will have to deal with that.”

She looks around the shocked faces of her friends, no one of them seem to be have any problem with the fact that they are dating, not even Jazmín, but she can still see the million questions they will ask on their faces and she really doesn’t want to deal with that.

“Now if you guys excuse us.” She tugs Simón hand with hers so he follows her out of the room. “We have a date to get to.”

The already out of the Jam&Roller when Simón talks again.

“Hey, angel.” He calls and she looks at him. “I’m proud of you.”

Ámbar smiles and kisses him softly. She is proud of herself too.

#soy luna #simbar #mine #sou luna #ámbar smith #simón álvarez #Anon