#i could feel how hot it was up to the point i became numb

[ilys00ga]

BABY, I CARE FOR YOU.

➞ pair: yoongi x f reader

➞ genre: sickfic, best friends to potential lovers (who knows?), fluffy fluff, yoongi being the best bff you could ever ask for, I miss him so much.

➞ synopsis: where the reader is sick and her bff is always there for the rescue.

➞ warnings: none.

➞ A/N: another request by @parkjennykim, who used 'she/her' pronouns in the req so I used those accordingly. This was fun to write. I hope you enjoy it :)

PS. readers, remember my reqs are still open for now. you can go ahead and send some (read pinned post if u haven't yet, tho).

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the bag you've been carrying all day slipped off of your shoulder as soon as you pushed the door to your apartment open and stepped in. not bothering to pick it up, you remove your shoes and leave them somewhere near the entrance and take a deep breath through the nose.

your body was having a party that day. muscles and head aching like crazy, throat bleeding as it burned with a ticklish feeling that lingered for hours and bringing out coughing fits from your chest every few minutes, legs barely holding you up and an annoyingly runny nose, you're sure the skin around it is red and raw from how you've been rubbing at it with tissues all day. not to forget the fact that you were freezing to death even though the heaters were doing their work in the flat more than enough.

“Mom is finally home!” A loud squeal came rushing from down the hall. You raised your head with some difficulty to see your best friend approaching you with your cat, Leo, in his arms and a wide smile adorning his face. He stopped in his tracks and frowned, however, as soon as he noticed your scowling expression and bloodshot eyes.

“Woah, you look so not happy right now.” he commented.

“What are you doing here, Yoongi?” Though your expression softened as you spoke, your voice still held a wince the more uncomfortable the light bulb became to your squinted eyes.

“You didn’t answer my calls or even texts, so I just decided to come over myself.” he explained, then eyed you up with knitted brows and a barely noticeable pout on his cherry red lips, “are you okay?”

“My head and body are killing me. I’m going to sleep. You can stay as much as you like, just feed Leo before you leave, plea-." A couple of sneezes cut your sentence off. The action stabbed daggers into your already throbbing brain; so painful that your eyes teared up and you squeezed your hands around your skull to try and control the waves of shock that hit you all of a sudden.

“Wait,” Yoongi put Leo on the floor and walked towards you. the back of his hand felt like a soft, warm blanket wrapped up around your body on a cold, snowy night as it rested on your forehead, so you closed your eyes and hummed in satisfaction.

“You’re so hot.” he grimaced at the heat that bit his skin, and when he noticed how you smirked mischievously with your eyes still closed shut, he whined, “don’t!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Your tongue felt numb as you blinked your eyes open and smiled at him.

“Come, you need to take a warm bath and eat something.” his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, slowly pulling towards the bathroom.

"Your hands are always warm. I like that a lot." you whispered, absent-mindedly eying the way he was soothingly caressing the skin under his thumb.

“Are you going to bathe me?” his cheeks warmed up at the question you blurted so suddenly, but the way you were slurring your words implied that none of the things you were rambling about were intentional. the fever really took its toll on your brain.

“Go do your thing, and I'm going to make you something warm to eat.” he bit his lower lip and pointed towards the bathroom, leaving to start doing his task in the kitchen.

"The walls are spinning around me!" You whimpered as soon as you entered your room, wet hair wrapped up in a towel, a fluffy, warm hoodie swallowing your torso and a pair of sweatpants. Yoongi, who was sitting on your bed, immediately fixed his gaze on you with a small smile. you could spot your favorite pair of socks laying beside him on the bed sheets, and your heart skipped a beat or two at how thoughtful that small gesture alone was.

"I'm sorry. let me just blow dry your hair, and then you can eat." he apologized, pointing at the hair dryer he'd been holding in his hand and patting the empty spot next to him.

"You're spoiling me today." You complained, but still obediently sat besides your sweet friend.

"You're sick, I'm taking care of you." he replied matter-of-factly.

you murmured a small 'thank you' before he gently started taking the wet towel off your head, then started carefully drying your hair.

When you stepped into the kitchen, you found Yoongi setting plates, along with utensils on the small table located by the wall. his eyes landed on you as soon as your painful-sounding coughs announced your arrival.

“Feeling any better?” his brows rose worriedly, and his gaze followed your hunched up body as it walked and took a seat.

“kind of. thanks for the food.” You offered a genuine smile despite all the tiredness washing over your limbs. he nodded knowingly.

“Here, take these when you finish eating.” He put a tablet right next to your bowl and sat across from you, digging into his own plate as well.

After a while, you decided to break the comfortable silence when your eyes fell upon the clock hanging just above the door frame, “You have work tomorrow, and it’s getting late. you should probably go.”

“I know you’re a jackass and you’d sleep on an empty stomach if you wanted to, even when you’re sick.” he muttered so casually it almost made you giggle if it weren't for the guilt of forcing him to stay taking over your mind.

“That’s not right!” You started to argue but hissed when your head reminded you that it still got a tornado going on inside of it as it throbbed even harder.

“Stop talking and eat!” he scolded, and you wordlessly complied.

"I'm not leaving until you're tucked into bed and fast asleep," he added in a stern tone after a small pause, making you grin weakly and stuff your face with another spoonful of soup.

"Are you feeling any better?" Once again, yoongi asked after pulling the duvet over your chin. he chose to sit right by your side, on the floor and with his back facing you.

you replied with a muffled hum, barely audible as you were busy gratefully enjoying the softness of your comforter with closed eyes. it felt as though it had some kind of magic that absorbed all the aching tension in your body, allowing you to finally heave a sigh in relief after such a long, tiring day.

"Where's Leo?" you asked.

"probably napping somewhere after his meal."

"You fed him?"

"Of course I did. I'm not like you, forgetting my cat as soon as I get sick." he smirked teasingly.

"I didn't! I knew you were gonna stay, and I trusted you, like I always do." Your voice was only getting weaker and weaker, sleepy as you fought a battle against sleep just to answer your cheeky best friend.

Yoongi only smiled, glancing at you with tinted cheeks. he allowed his gaze to linger just a tad bit more on your closed eyes, nose poking out above the fuzzy blanket and shoulders ever so faintly shivering as the fever still clung onto you. he found the sight so endearing, he chuckled quietly and sighed, "Good to know you do."

"'m so 'ired." You slurred.

"Sleep, darling. I'm right here." was the last thing you heard him say ever so gently before surrendering your powers and drifting into a deep slumber.

Yoongi kept observing as you slept for a while before standing up. He bent down to press one soft kiss on your cheek and another one on your forehead, then walked out of the room with extra efforts not to make any noise and disturb your peaceful night when it had just started.

"Mom is sleeping. Let's hang out in the living room, hmm?" He picked up the fluffy cat that came running towards him as soon as he saw the door opening and kissed his head. heading towards the living room with a small smile on his face.

#yoongi #yoongi scenarios #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #bts scenarios #bts yoongi #bts #bts imagines #bts fic #sickfic #friends to lovers #maybe not #hahaha #who knows #suga fluff #bts fluff #fluff

[mywrittings]

pills / eddie munson

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: After a long deep conversation with your friend, she ends up recommending you to a drug dealer who attends her high school.

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 3.8k+

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 18+ only. drugs, usage of drugs, explicit language, kissing, heavily kissing, oral sex, unprotected sex, cum eating... smutty af.

𝒶/𝓃: oh my god. season 4 of stranger things is freaking amazing. but this character. when I saw him... I KNEW I had to write about him. I can't even comprehend how he made me feel so... anyways... hope you like the story! also this is spoiler free!

‘’I hope I’m at the right place.’’ you say to yourself, as you drive down a dark driveway until you notice a cluster of trailers, dispersed across the area in front of you

You were talking to your friend a few nights ago, and the topic became pretty deep. You expressed how sometimes you just wanted to feel numb due to your preoccupied thoughts lately. That's when she mentioned the drug dealer that attends her high school. She said that he has the best supplies for when you need to take a moment for yourself. Since you were from a different highschool you had no idea what he would look like let alone where he lived so you told her if she would get them for you. Of course she said no so you were left with a paper and scribbled on was the address followed by his name.

‘’Eddie Munson.’’ you say his name as you approach his trailer. You could see there was a light inside, meaning he was home and was expecting you as your friend told him you would be arriving sometime later this evening.

Parking the car outside, you grab your small pouch you had with the money inside. You weren’t sure how much he’d charge so you brought a fair amount just in case. 

After locking the car, you walk up to his front door and knock, hoping you knocked on the right door.

And you did

The door swung open and in front of you was standing a guy with very curly hair, a white shirt that said ‘Hellfire club’ and a leather jacket over it. Silver rings coated his fingers, and a few tattoos could be seen peeping out from beneath his shirt. You knew it was him without him having to prove it, and you thought to yourself, 'Damn he is hot.' 

‘’Y/n? Right?’’ he asks, biting his lower lip, while eyeing at you up and down

‘’That’s me. Eddie?’’ you point at him, and he nods, stepping aside from the door and motioning for you to enter.

Eddie closes the door behind you and moves past, to the table where he pulls a chair out for you and takes a seat across from you. You took a brief second just to look at his trailer. It was nice, cozy and big as well. You wondered if he was the only one here but your thoughts quickly got interrupted. As you sat, you see a variety of strange pills stored in little bags, while others store some kind of white powder. You never used drugs, not even smoked anything. That was never for you and you were always so opposed to it but you really needed something right now. Anything that would help your mind.

Eddie notices the look on your face as you were examining the drugs strewn across the table. He sets one of his hands on it while pointing at different drugs, trying to explain what they do. He assured you that they would not kill you, they would just be enough to calm you. But with so many options you were confused as to which one to choose.

‘’It’s your first time right?’’ he eventually asks, breaking the silence

‘’Yes,’’ you chuckle, as you continue to examine the many colored tablets ‘’I have never seen so many drugs at once.’’

He laughs with you as he leans back in his chair ‘’Yup. That’s why I’m the best of the best at Hawkins highschool.’’ he puts his arms behind his head as you stare up at him

‘’So your business is flourishing?’’ you inquire and he nods, I guess what your friend told you was right; it was worth it coming a long way to get the best this guy had to offer

‘’Have you decided yet which one you want? If you have some trouble, I can recommend this one,’’ he leans back on the table and gestures to one of the tablets in the transparent bag ‘’it’s good for beginners or if you want something a tiny bit stronger,’’ he points to another bag ‘’you can take this one.’’

‘’How do I take them? Like how does it work?’’ it was a silly question; you knew you had to swallow it but you weren't sure whether there was anything you should do to prepare for it in advance. 

‘’Just swallow it.’’ he briefly explains but this time in a different tone. His eyes kept drifting around your lips, before he looked up back at you as he leans back on the chair again.

‘’Well yes but is there anything else I need?’’ 

‘’No. That’s all.’’ he then picks one of the bags and takes one of them out. He puts it in his mouth and swirls it around with his tongue. He shows it to you before he swallows it and the pill disappears from his mouth.

‘’See? Like that.’’ he returns back in for another one and hands it to you, you were confused as to what he wanted but he hastily cuts you off until you could ask

‘’I am not telling you to take it now. That one is free of charge.’’ he says, the pill now sitting in the palm of his hand and you take it but instead of listening you put it in your mouth

‘’Oh.’’ he only manages to mutter as you mimic his moves, circling your tongue around the pill and just as you were about to swallow it Eddie interrupts you

‘’Show it to me.’’ and you stick out your tongue, the pill being at the tip of it

Eddie suddenly moves in closer to you and presses his lips against yours. You don’t pull away; instead kiss him back the same manner he was kissing you. His tongue is quick as he slips it in, molding it around with yours and you feel the pill getting lost in your mouth. Before you know it the pill is no longer there and Eddie pulls away, smirking at you as he shows the pill on his tongue before he swallows it.

‘’I don’t think drugs are for you Y/n. There’s other ways to take your mind off of things.’’ he once more leaned back on the chair, parting his legs a bit and your body flushed. The same second your eyes met his at that front door you could feel some kind of sexual tension between you two.

That’s when you place the pouch on the table and straddle him. Your legs at the either sides of him, his hands automatically finding their way to your waist. He holds you in place as you move closer to his face, brushing your lips against his. A buzz of electricity was spreading from your lips to his but then your entire body was going through that same sensation once Eddie slowly started swaying your hips.

‘’Is this okay?’’ he hums as he pulls away from your lips but still keeps his face near yours but you find it hard to respond with words so instead you plant your lips back on his

Eddie was rocking your body back and forth and soon you feel him hardening beneath you.  One of your hands reaches for his face, while the other one goes behind his neck. You sink your nails in his skin once he picks up the pace. His hands abruptly start moving up where he goes underneath your shirt and you jump in your place once you realize how cold they are. Then he moves back down to your hips, where he grips on them and rests there. 

He takes your bottom lip in his mouth and sucks on it before delicately biting on it, causing a gasp out of you. It was so hard to explain but you were eager for more of him. You were in bliss, Eddie’s kisses made your mind go completely blank with other thoughts. He was all you could think of right now.

‘’Grind on me,’’ he instructs as you moaned out ‘’grind that fucking pussy on my cock.’’  he mutters as you now wrap both of your hands around his neck. You whip your head back as you feel Eddie's wet lips in the middle of your neck. His hands were now traveling up your back before one went down to your ass. He playfully slaps it and gets another moan out of you.

‘’Fuck Eddie.’’ you shakily say, your breathing hitching as he pulls you back in

Eddie glides his lips at the side of your neck, carefully sucking the skin in his mouth before he drags them to your jawline. You couldn’t stop yourself, the feeling was too good as you kept pushing your hips and rotating around his cock. He then comes back up to your lips but all he does is laugh at you as he sees how desperate you were but you didn’t care. You desired him and made it clear how much you wanted him.

‘’Can you feel it, hm?’’ he inches to your ear, gets really close to it as you feel his hot breath trickling down the side of your neck ‘’Can you feel how hard I am for you?’’ you don’t say anything; it was difficult with him on your skin and so near you

‘’Answer me sweetheart.’’ he demands, his voice so sinful, his eyes lustful awaiting for your response

‘’Y-yes…’’ when he hears you stammer, he raises you up and wipes the table with his hand, causing all of the tablets to fall to the floor. He places you on the table, hovering over you as he pecks your lip, so innocently at first. He moves away for a split second only to get rid of his jacket followed by his shirt and you stare in awe. His body was covered in tattoos, the one peeking from his shirt was now fully visible to you and you could see what it actually was.

He comes back in, grabs at the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head. You were now resting on the table in front of him, only wearing your bra. He bites his lip just like he did when you first saw him and dips his head in between your breasts. He gives a small kiss in the middle before you feel his fingers sneak behind and he unzips your bra. 

‘’Shit…’’ he grunts as he begins smothering your breasts in his kisses, your hand going to the back of his head while the other one kept supporting you on the table

As he’s kissing you, his other hand goes down to your jeans. He manages to unbutton them, before helping you get rid of them, tossing them on the floor next to your bra. Once he sees you with just your panties on he couldn’t help but to touch himself. You anticipated him to remove those damned pants, but instead he walks to the freezer and pulls something out. You were momentarily puzzled, but then you noticed him holding a little ice cube.

He steps back to you, placing the ice cube in between your breasts, slowly dragging it down to your stomach. It was so cold but at the same time it felt so good. He comes to a stop at your belly button as his other hand twists around your panties and he swiftly pulls them off, you only helping by kicking your legs.

That’s when you felt him going lower until the ice cube reached your pussy. You jolt in your place but Eddie has his other hand now on your hips, securing you in place. His eyes watched as you were melting in your moans, once he pushed the ice cube up your pussy lips. He had a grin on his face and couldn’t stop biting his lips. The scenery in front of him was beautiful.

He then drops his head and before you know it his lips are on your pussy. He slides the ice cube with his mouth around it, until it fully melts. His hands go to yours and he intertwines them together, once you feel his tongue flicking at your folds. You were already soaked from grinding on him, but the fact that you could feel him rapidly glide his tongue up and down made it 10 times better.

He was slurping up your juices, he didn’t seem to stop, he kept increasing the speed. His thumb was caressing the back of your hand as he tried to make you feel comfortable once his other finger plunged inside of you. You moaned aloud, surprised by his action and just like he was flicking his tongue faster and faster, he did the same thing with his finger. He was curling it inside, while his tongue looped around the top of your clit. Arching your back as you close your eyes, unable to control that sensation that was coursing through your body.

‘’You taste so good oh my god.’’ he purrs against it, sucking and fucking your pussy with his tongue

As your other hand was free you went to grab at the table, because it was so hard not to move in your place as Eddie lapped at your pussy, devouring in your juices. 

He then leaves your pussy for a moment, finally getting rid of his jeans and underwear. His cock was right there in front of you, hard and fucking huge. He palmed it in between his hand while his other hand played with your pussy before he smothers his dick with your juices.

Eddie then walks around to the other side of the table and as you attempt to rise up, believing he wants you to do something, he gently pushes you back down and pulls you closer to himself. His cock was now directly in front of your mouth and that’s when you knew what he wanted. Your head was a little bit over the table, just so that he was able to push his cock into your mouth. 

‘’Suck that cock baby.’’ he orders as he begins moving his hips. He didn’t let you do anything else other than to move your tongue around it and kiss it when he’d pull out, the rest was his doing. Your tongue was circling around his tip then all the way down to his balls where he tells you to suck on them as well. You take them each in your mouth, covering them with your saliva as Eddie’s eyes remain on you. He didn't take his gaze away, not even for a second; he wanted to see everything.

His hand went to your neck first but then he slowly pushed it down, to your clit. He feels your skin prickle at his touch, as your eyes flutter once his fingers begin playing around. He was only using the tips of his fingers, teasing you around making you move your body side to side. You clenched your hand around his arm and you were pushing it harder, trying to add more friction because he wasn’t touching you like before. Eddie didn’t care because he wanted to keep teasing you.

‘’You’re such a mess baby,’’ he whines as he sees you dig your fingers into his skin ‘’do you like it when I push my cock so deep in your fucking mouth that you can’t breath huh?’’ he asks, as you feel him go all the way in and when he takes it out you gasp for air. Eddie leaves your pussy and leans down to your lips. He kisses you, with reassurance that you are safe as his hands touch the sides of your body before he comes back around again. 

He lifts you back up and begins carrying you to his bed. He lays you down, hovering over you and you mentally thank him for bringing you somewhere much more comfortable. 

‘’Spread your legs for me.’’ you obey him and open up your legs, Eddie’s hands go to your thighs where he caresses them, while pecking your forehead

‘’Look at me,’’ he lifts your chin up, licking his lips ‘’I’m going to fuck you now okay? I don’t want you to hold back your moans, while I fuck this pussy. Is that okay?’’ you don’t even need to say anything, just a small nod was enough for him to slowly push at your entrance.

His cock slowly penetrates inside of you, stretching you out. He didn’t go all the way in at first as he wanted to help you adjust to him. He remained close to you when he moved in and out a couple of times. You were whining from his cock, as you clenched your pussy around him when he’d find that spot. 

‘’Fuck, keep doing that.’’ he whispers as you clench again, feeling his cock pulsating inside of you

You wrap your legs around him, pushing him closer and he sees that you want more from him. 

‘’Want me to go faster hm?’’ 

‘’Yes.’’ 

‘’Harder? Want me to fuck you harder?’’

‘’Y-yes.’’

‘’Hold onto me while I fuck you harder.’’ he started going faster until he was slamming himself in. He didn’t have a rhythm anymore, your pussy was making him feel way too good to even comprehend at what pace he was trying to fuck you. 

Your hands fly to his back, seeping your nails into him which evoked a groan out of him. He had his hands at either side of your face, while he thrusted harder and faster each time he’d push back and sink his cock back in you. His head goes past your face, burying it in the hollow of your neck as you feel his lips now closer than ever to your ear. He was panting, moaning, grunting from the pleasure of his dick going in and out of your pussy.

‘’You’re so tight fuck.’’ he groans and you scream out his name. The feeling slowly building up inside of you, he was so close to just pushing you off the edge. He devilish smiles into your neck, once you began moaning faster, without any control but he loved it. You were so close to orgasming and so was he.

‘’Are you close hm?’’ he says against your skin as you push him even more onto yourself. He almost collapsed from the last few thrusts he did but he managed to pull himself together. 

‘’Not yet sweetheart,’’ you felt his warm tongue lick at your neck  ‘’I don’t want you to come yet.’’ he licks you again before finally his lips are back on yours and you whine. Your eyes were asking for him to let you cum but he doesn’t let it happen.

‘’I’m going to come first and then I want to you to come all over my face,’’ he lustfully says ‘’while my tongue is buried deep in your pussy.’’ you were so close but managed to pull every ounce of power you had in you to stop yourself from letting go and going over that edge.

‘’Where do you want my cum? Want me to cum on that pretty face of yours hm?’’ he touches your face with his finger, the rings that were so cold grazing your skin ‘’Or should I cum on that pretty ass? Or do you want me in your mouth hm?’’ that’s what you were waiting for, you wanted his cum in your mouth, you wanted to taste him.

‘’Your mouth? Oh such a fucking filthy girl you are.’’ he kisses your lips, pounds your pussy one more time before he pulls out, standing up and you quickly go to your knees, taking him in your mouth. You wrap your hand around his cock and pump him as your mouth bobs around his head. His hand goes in your hair and once you feel him he is about to let go, you close your eyes and feel his hot cum fill your mouth. He grunts as you keep bobbing your head, sending him into orbit. 

‘’Stick out your tongue, let me see that cum.’’ he pulls out of your mouth and you put your tongue out ‘’Swallow it.’’ you do just as he says and as soon as you do that he pushes you on the bed, instantly attaching his lips to your pussy.

‘’Your turn, baby,’’ he licks a strip along your pussy before he starts flicking his tongue ‘’come for me.’’ and that’s when you push yourself over the edge. Your entire body goes numb, the feeling overtook you completely as you moved your hips while Eddie helped to ride off your orgasm. 

‘’Just like that, yes.’’ he encourages you and at last you couldn’t move anymore. You couldn’t feel anything for a moment, only Eddie's tongue that was still lapping around your pussy. Once he feels you come he kisses your pussy and begins kissing your thighs up your stomach until he’s at your lips. 

‘’You’re such a good girl Y/n.’’ he pressed his naked body against yours, moving the strands of your hair away from your face that were stuck due to the sweat. 

‘’Nobody has ever made me feel like this.’’ you giggle, still breating loudly, watching him stare deeply into your eyes as you trace your fingers along his back

‘’See? I told you there is a way to take one's mind off of something.’’ he lazily places a kiss on your lips and for a while just lets them sit there. 

‘’Stay.’’ he suddenly says, as he opens his eyes again ‘’Stay here with me.’’ he begs you, his voice became so soft

‘’I don’t think I’ll be able to let go of you, if I stay here Eddie.’’ and you were telling the truth. As soon as you saw him on the doorstep, you knew there was something about him. Something that your mind wouldn’t be able to just forget. He was that kind of person, that kind of a guy that would just stay in your head and you would think about him, think of different scenarios between the two of you. 

‘’I don’t want you to let go of me Y/n.’’ he replies back, his eyes were serious. He didn’t want you to go home, he wanted you to stay, stay around him, wrapped in his arms.

Eddie stands up and gets both of you underneath the blanket. He wraps it tightly around you and strongly presses your body up against him but still keeps a space between your faces. You don’t say anything, you let him do it, whatever he wanted, you let him do it.

‘’I think I found my favorite drug.’’ he says in a whisper, his thumb caressing your cheek. Every little move he made from that point on was so silky. So soft. He took care of you, made sure you felt safe even if you had just met him.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddine munson smut #eddie munson smut imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine smut #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfiction

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i imagine peter to be the sweetest ever. imagine hes been pinning over you for years and eventually after another failed first date, you announce youre done with love. then peter stands up and declares hes gonna show you how its done. and thats how you start dating peter

working on a lot of stuff, i promise i'm doing the best i can atm!

You’ve been in love three times. 

Number one was Conner Fields. He was your first boyfriend, it was all innocence and excitement. The first time you felt nervous to hold a hand and you were locked up with jitters the entire night after your first kiss. Awkward middle school dances and staying up all night texting, pure childhood love. It didn’t work out, but a part of you will always love Conner Fields and you can hope the same for him. 

Number two was Dustin Powers. He was your highschool love, it was all exploring and discovering. The first time you felt lust, a feeling that made you kiss until you couldn’t breathe and felt like your lips would fall off. Questionable moves that turned into breathy sighs and shaky hands as you undressed another person for the first time. Unsure movements that became bold and calculated. The first time you had real trust for someone, the first true love you ever had. 

Number three was Peter Parker. He was your best friend, it was all comfortable and peaceful. The first time you felt homey and peaceful, like nothing could touch you or wreck you ever again. The first time you felt someone truly had your back, someone who defended you with a cardboard sword. The first time you felt love first, words second. The first time you had someone forgo their own needs to carry yours. The first time you felt breathless by a kiss. The first time you felt numb and buzzed and high all at the same time by a hand on your lower back. The first time someone said they weren’t going anywhere and you believed them. 

There were guys between boyfriends two and three. Nothing serious, a couple dates and it fizzled out. One guy refused to buy you your meal, and you wouldn’t mind, you can pay for yourself. However, you did mind that he made a point to tell you after you had paid that you passed the test, and when you asked what test he shrugged and told you it was so he could tell who just wanted a free dinner and who wanted a real date. You didn’t respond to his texts after that. 

One guy quite literally forced his tongue down your throat and you couldn’t have noped out faster. 

One guy flirted with the waitress, bartender, movie theater popcorn maker and then told you at the end of the night he took a chance on someone who isn’t on his regular scale of hotness. You almost burst a blood vessel while withholding your hand from smacking him. 

The final straw was when a date showed up an hour late, you couldn’t have felt more embarrassed. Correction, you could when he showed up obviously freshly fucked and when you pointed it out he stated that men have needs and it was his ex so it didn’t count. You stuffed the complimentary bread in your purse and took the nearly full bottle of wine off the table and walked away, no words needed. 

Peter watched you chug at the bottle, you wiped your mouth when you ripped it away. 

“Love is a lie, and it’s pointless in trying to believe in it.” 

“Hey now, love is very real, it's just hard for you to find it right now.” 

You searched for the bread basket and set it on the coffee table, you immediately ripped a piece apart and stuffed it in your mouth, “I’ll die alone with my bread and wine and I’ll probably have to start adopting cats now if I want to reach my one hundred goal when I’m sixty.” 

Peter shoulder checked you, “we could get a cat.” 

Your best friend is right, love isn’t a lie because you feel it with him. You don’t think a love with absolutely no conditions existed, and even though it’s a friendship it’s always felt a little deeper than that. Soulmates even, and you swear you’d find each other in any life or timeline. Sometimes you think about what it would be like if you had met under different circumstances, maybe if you met in college instead he’d be something more than a friend. 

It’s not like you were in love with Peter, but it’s a passing thought that circles from time to time. Sometimes you even wonder if he thinks the same, some nights you find yourself drunk and you look at Peter in a different light, and think of giving him a kiss, if it didn’t change everything that’d be fine, but at least you would know instead of always thinking of a ‘what if.’ 

You were best friends, always have been. At least since high school, it’s been six years. Now in your second year in college and closer than ever you think it wouldn’t be weird to kiss him, and that should be weird. But it wasn’t. 

“Do you ever think about kissing me?” 

Peter hitched his breath, “what?” There’s no way you said that to him of all people. 

“I dunno, I feel like that’s normal, right? I mean we're best friends of the opposite gender, don’t you ever think about the what if?” 

“What’s the what if?” 

You shrug, “if we met at a different time our relationship might be different.” 

He does. He thinks about it too, the first time was in high school and he buried it down. Sometimes it’s better to just think about it, he liked you too much and he wasn’t prepared to lose you as a friend, it was better he stayed quiet and protected what you had. But since college, it’s been a rampant thought. Some nights he’d catch himself holding you close and playing guard dog to any man that walks your way, sometimes he likes to pretend he’s your boyfriend, even if just for a night. 

Peter can’t admit that, he’d be a psycho. He has to play it cool. 

“Uh, yeah, I guess so. You mean if we’d be boyfriend girlfriend instead?” 

“Yeah.” 

You feel him looking at the side of your face but if you look at him you’ll feel hot. 

“Yeah. I do.” He nods, sure of his answer. 

Interest piqued, “which one?” Does he think about what it’d be like if you dated or kissed? 

While he thinks it would be fun to be your boyfriend, he can’t lie. 

“I think of kissing you a lot more.” 

That should be questionable on its own, but it’s not. You nod and accept the answer, you loop back around to your original thought. It would be weird for a second, but it would answer everything you wanted to know. 

You turn to face him, you sit up straighter and give him a smile when you feel nerves creeping up because it’s just Peter. 

“Do you want to kiss?” 

Peter feels his eyes widen, “right now?” 

“Yeah. We can give it a try.” 

He’s hesitant, sometimes wanting is better wanting. “Is that a good idea?” 

Peter watches you think it over, and it looks like you really are. Thoughts race through your mind and there's two thoughts, you love and trust Peter. Either you laugh it off or move forward as something else, you don’t think you could live without the answer. 

“Yes. Yes, I think we should kiss.” 

You’re sure of it, it takes Peter a second of lag time before he processes your words. His shoulders square and he twists so he’s facing you more on the couch, he clears his throat and leans in slightly. 

He’s hesitant, he’s not sure where to touch you or how to kiss you. He’s kissed people before, he has that part down, but how? Sensual, flirty, fun, innocent, platonically? 

Peter’s hand cups your face and his eye dart from your mouth to your eyes, you’re holding your breath with anticipation. He thinks he’s going to kiss you with the exact emotion he feels for you. Love. 

The moment you connect you melt, everything you wanted or needed amounted to this second and you can’t believe you waited so god damn long to ask Peter Parker to kiss you. His mouth lined up with yours, his bottom lip favoring your top, you weren’t sure how he was feeling but you can hope it's the same passion. 

You see colors behind your eyelids, you find yourself only locked in the bliss of your best friend's touch. 

Peter pulls away, he knows how he feels, everything he thought he knew about his feelings were amplified by a million. If you didn’t like it he doesn’t think he could go back to how it was. 

Breathless, he’s desperate for the answer. He wants to drink you back up. 

“Thoughts?” 

You nod your chin at him, “you first.” 

“I think I want to keep doing that and take you out to dinner to show you love is real, and it can be yours, if you’d like.” 

Your eyes sparkle, you pull him in by his shirt collar and mutter at him before locking your lips again. 

“I’d like. I’d like very much.” 

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[pablitogavii]

Proving a point

Summary: You travel with your boyfriend to Valencia for one of his upcoming game, and Pablo shows distaste for one of the younger players that clearly has a crush on his girl.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: smut! smut! smut!

You came to Valencia to support your man in one of his important games not expecting to pick argument after argument due to his possessive nature.

In short, Pablo hated whenever you would get any attention that doesn't come from him. Especially if it was from any other players!

According to Gavi, one of the younger Barça players has a clear infatuation by you and wouldn't stop staring at you during the last training. And that was getting onto Pablo's last nerve!

"Meet you at the lockers, princesa" he said looking up at the stand where you sat smiling wide and nodding your head at him meanwhile the youngster was sitting behind you staring at his girl!

When you arrived to the lockers, you boyfriend was clearly pissed but that only added to how hot he looked right now...;)

"He keeps staring you down! It's pissing me off!" he said bitterly grabbing his bag from the lockers after the conclusion of the training.

"Pablo, you are exaggerating. And besides, I really don't care who is looking at me when you're the only one I'm looking at bebé.." you said walking closer to him to hug his waist while he was packing his sweaty kit leaving him shirtless and in his boxers.

"He's not just looking at you! He's picturing you naked riding his shrimp cock, I just know it!" Pablo's biceps flexed as he angrily threw his sneakers into the bag and you smirked at how hot your boyfriend looked when he is angry like this.

"Maybe I can ride my man's big cock right now, if that will make him feel better??? Hm Pablito?" you suggestively smirked moving in front of him and slowly touching his bulge..that boy was always hard and horny.

"Amor.." he groaned as you started touching him through his grey sweats when a loud group was heard outside the locker room signaling that the younger players returned for their own training session.

"Mierda! They are back early" you stopped stroking his crotch hearing the familiar voice of the youngsters outside your door including the one Pablo claims has a crush on you.

"Why are you stopping?" Pablo was smirking and you immediately knew what was running through his dirty mind, kind of turning you on but also making you embarrassed.

"They will hear us Pablo.." you answer seeing his smirk grow as his hands cupped your bum squeezing it roughly and making you whine as he sat down on the bench making you straddle his lap.

"Good!" he slapped your ass through your shorts before making you stand up and locking the door smirking more when he heard that the boy was right outside of the door.

"We have to be quiet.." you whisper and in that moment Pablo's hand wrapped around your throat as pinned you against the wall leaned closer while smirking mischievously putting his hand into your panties.

"You are going to scream for me...proudly..and show that stupid kid who you belong to! Understood princesa!?" his dominant side was so hot and it immediately made you obedient and excited.

"Yes..papi" you said knowing how that nickname get him going and he smirked not wasting a moment to fill you up completely in one swift motion making your eyes roll to the back of your head and a moan escape your lips.

Pablo knew your body so well that he knew how to drive you mad when he needed to hear you beg for him. He would pull out completely toying with your sensitive numb before suddenly pounding into you roughly making you forget all the letters of the alphabet.

Every time he would pound into you, screaming his name became the only thing you were capable of..and it was loud so everyone on that floor could hear your desperate cries.

"That's right! Make him hear you scream my name like a desperate whore begging to be fucked" Pablo's words only turned you on more making you clench around his cock as he pounded into you without mercy before completely pulling out again.

"No..p..please..I need more.." you were crying in desperation for being edged all this time but Pablo only found that amusing leaning in to kiss your tears away before devouring your lips while touch your clit tauntingly.

"Oh you need more? My girl so fucked out that she can't speak...tan preciosa..but I want to hear you...beg me" Pablo's hand stopped moving on your clit and you tried moving against it on your own but he pinned your hips against the wall leaving you with no friction to satisfy your pains.

"now..now..princesa..don't be a bad girl...take what I give you or I am going to punish you so bad you will have a reason to cry!" Pablo hated when you got grabby and tried to avoid being vocal about your needs because hearing you beg stroked his ego more than winning the world cup.

The group outside could clearly hear what was going on including the youngster who was angry and sad at the same time. Pablo refused to do anything until he hears you beg so when you stayed quiet he sat on the bench with you straddling his lap sitting on top of his hot cock in place and clench around nothing.

"Pablo..please..I need you" you leaned down to kiss your man's jaw to his neck down his chest before looking up with a pout on your face hoping he will show you some mercy.

"You need what from me princesa?" he was hard to crack and you whined feeling a little embarrassed but also very desperate for that thick cock to be back inside your tight pussy.

"I need you to fuck me! Please fuck me Pablo!" you were done being patient seeing your man's smirk grows as he raised you up a little and made you sit on his cock burying deep inside of you.

"All you had to do was ask, princesa...go ahead, ride my cock baby" Pablo moved a strand of your wet hair behind you ear before whispering dirty things as you moved on his cock finally feeling some pleasure.

You tried desperately to fuck yourself on his cock but it was nothing compared to his rough pounds that made your legs turn into jelly and your mind get cloudy.

All of the sudden you stopped moving hiding your embarrassed face in his neck..you can't make yourself cum..you need him to make you cum.

"Aww princesa..you need papi to take care of you huh?" Pablo smirked starting to moving against you and you immediately felt pleasure intensifying as he started to rub your clit as well.

"ah ah ah..yes..Pablo!" you were moaning loudly not giving a shit who heard you from how good Pablo was fucking you right now.

"Tell me you're mine and I will let you cum princesa!' Pablo groaned feeling you close to your edge from the way you were clenching around him like a vice.

You were scared he was going to pull out again so you screamed what he wanted to hear feeling that much more hot that everyone could hear it.

"I'm yours Pablo! Fuck! I'm all yours!" you chanted repeatedly while your orgasm washed over you followed by Pablo filling you up completely and both of you catching your breaths while still being collided.

When you finally got re-dressed, you fixed your hair in the messy bun about to unlock the door but Pablo stopped you grabbing your wrist and bringing you back to his arms.

"Arms up" he said and you obeyed seeing him carrying his worn jersey before putting it over your body before taking his bag, unlocking the door and walking out to meet the youngster's eyes specifically.

"I'll meet you at the doors mi vida" Pablo said kissing your lips in front of all of them and as you started to walk away flashing "GAVI" on your back made all the players stare.

"Sorry for the wait boys" (ofc he would) Pablo said as the guys started to walk in and he stopped the particular one from entering pulling him to the side.

"She is mine, niño ;)"Pablo winked cockily seeing the boys embarrassed face before leaving to meet with you satisfied that he proved his point ;))

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

If I were a vampire, I might have met him like this.

A meeting like an addiction that would make me crave him even more.

Mitsuki: "*pant* *pant*"

One evening, I found myself on the side of the road, struggling with bloodlust and gasping for breath.

I had been obtaining the rouge through a safe method, but recently, it had been out of stock, so I had been using a substitute. However, my thirst had reached its peak.

(What should I do? If I don't do something, I might attack someone.)

Just then, I heard the sound of someone approaching from the other side of the road. I instinctively fled the scene and entered a building that stood in a deserted area.

The room was quiet and dimly lit by the setting sun.

(I entered without permission, but is anyone here?)

(I have to do something about this urge soon. But what should I do?)

Man with purple eyes: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Mitsuki: "!!"

I turned towards the voice and saw a man standing there.

(Beautiful, purple eyes.)

Mitsuki: "I apologize for entering without permission. I, um..."

I couldn't tell him the truth, so I stumbled over my words. The man looked at me suspiciously and approached me.

Man with purple eyes: "This presence..."

(Crap.)

Mitsuki: "Don't come near me."

With each step, the man's approach made my heart beat faster.

(If he gets any closer, I...)

The man didn't stop and came close enough to reach out his hand.

Man with purple eyes: "Could it be..."

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry!!"

Man with purple eyes: "----!"

Unable to bear it any longer, I jumped into the man's chest and sank my fangs into his neck.

Man with purple eyes: "Guh..."

(I finally attacked a person.)

A sense of guilt welled up inside me after finally drinking human blood.

Yet, at the same time, I felt an exhilaration I had never experienced before.

(The blood I'm sucking from his skin is so sweet and enchanting.)

Man with purple eyes: "Ha... My body feels hot."

(........)

Right now, the man's body must be experiencing pleasure after feeling the pain.

The way his breath slipped from his lips was so seductive that it made my desires grow even stronger.

(Why? Why does drinking from a human make me so addicted?)

(Or perhaps...)

Man with purple eyes: "So, you really are a vampire."

(Huh?)

Confused, I looked up and met his sharp, beast-like gaze.

Man with purple eyes: “Haah, is this impulse because of the blood-sucking?”

Man with purple eyes: “My instincts are being dragged out.”

Mitsuki: “Ah!?”

The moment the man embraced my body, a strong pain ran through my neck.

In an instant, I realized that the sharp thing sinking into my skin was his fangs.

(Am I being bitten?)

(Then, this guy is also...)

Man with purple eyes: “Ha...”

Mitsuki: “Ahh... nngh...”

The pain transformed into pleasure, disrupting my thoughts.

The sweet numbness coursing through my entire body eventually accumulated deep in my stomach, awakening a shameful desire different from blood-sucking.

(I didn’t know.)

(I didn’t know being bitten could feel this good.)

Man with purple eyes: “You’re the one who broke my reason. That’s why…”

Mitsuki: “........”

Man with purple eyes: “I’ll take everything until I’m satisfied.”

His gaze, as cold as ice yet fierce like a wolf, sent shivers down my spine, not out of fear but something else.

(I want more of him.)

Was this how vampires always became when they bit someone, regardless of their partner?

Or was it because I met my destined partner that I craved him to the point of addiction?

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[stellar-imagines]

WINTER 2022 SPECIAL: ❝#15 with Zoro.❞

[ Fandom: One Piece ] [ Characters: Roronoa Zoro ]

「#15 ❝Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that.❞ with Zoro.」

RORONOA ZORO

The moment an island came into view, Luffy and Chopper were the ones who were the most excited over it. The three of you wasted no time getting off the ship the moment the island came into view ― that was after Nami reminded you to ensure that Luffy does not do anything stupid and make sure that the island was safe. Chopper seemed to be quite excited, loving the cold winter weather. On the other hand, Nami had you and Luffy put on something warm. However, since you never really expected to run into a winter island, you did not have much to protect yourself from the cold. Before you left the ship, your boyfriend had stopped you before you could join Luffy and Chopper.

"Are you going out with only that?" Zoro points out at your clothing. You tilted your head in response, twirling around in your outfit.

"What's wrong with this?" you asked. Sure a sweatshirt and a skirt with boots will not be enough to fight the cold but it was still day time and the sun was up high. Despite it being a winter island, you didn't feel too cold and believed that what you're wearing now will be more than enough to keep you warm.

"You're gonna get sick. Nami said it might get colder later at night."

"I'll be fine! I'll see you later!" you kissed Zoro on the cheek before following Luffy and Chopper who were already waving you over and pointing at places they want to go to.

That was hours ago. Zoro should've insisted you change your outfit or offer you one of his coats to avoid the current predicament you're in. Just as Nami predicted, it became colder and it was now snowing heavily. You were resting in the infirmary, Chopper was in the kitchen with Sanji preparing something warm for you to eat that will hopefully make you feel better. Zoro takes a seat on the chair next to the bed you were laying on and studies your expression for a while. He pulls the blanket over your shoulders and ruffled your hair. You groaned and whined in response, weakly pushing his hand away from your head.

"Stop messing with my hair, Zoro....." you grumbled.

“Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that." Zoro mutters, his arm reaching out to your face, caressing your face gently.

He found himself sighing when he felt your warm face as you leaned into his touch, melting into the warmth of his hand. His hand then pulled up and was placed against your forehead, making you let out a sigh. Even with the fluffiest blanket, your body was still cold and he was starting to get a bit concerned. You look out a loud sneeze that made Zoro flinch and reach for the box of tissues on the bedside. He helps you wipe your nose and dispose of the tissue while you grimace at how your nose itches. Zoro then reaches to hold your hand, which was still cold. It was an indication that your temperature hasn't returned to normal. 

"Sorry, I must be a bother―"

"Shut up. You're not a bother. I'll go get whatever the shitty cook is making for dinner." he interrupts you abruptly.

You smiled gently at his words and he kisses your forehead before leaving you alone in the room. It didn't take long for Zoro to return with a tray that held two bowls of ramen and two cups of hot tea. Since your hands were still cold and numb, Zoro had to feed you. After scarfing everything down, the two of you put away the dishes into the sink together. It was still a little cold but it was much more bearable now that you've eaten warm food and had a warm, fluffy sweater on.

"Mhm, Sanji always makes the best food!" you commented with a bright smile, watching Zoro put the bowls onto the drying rack.

"Complimenting another man when I'm right here?" Zoro mentioned casually, stopping right in front of you.

"Jealous?" you teased.

"Shut up and go to sleep." Zoro lightly bonks your head.

"Only if you come to bed with me." you stand from the bench and extended a hand out to your lover who sighed.

Zoro grasps your hand gently and you begin to drag him toward the direction of the crow's nest. He watches you with a small grin, finding it cute that you were so excited to be dragging him to bed. Aside from Zoro's workout equipment, there was a mattress and blankets on one side where the two of you slept together. You let go of his hand and immediately dove onto the mattress, letting out a happy sigh. You patted the empty space to signal him to join you. Zoro joins you without a second thought, lying down on his side as you buried into his chest.

"Well, you're awfully clingy tonight." he comments with a smirk.

"I don't see how it's a problem." you giggled.

"Because it's not." he replied, resting his head atop of yours, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you closer to his body. As you continued relishing in the warmth from his body and the blankets, sleep overcame you. Zoro stayed awake for a while, rubbing your back gently.

"Goodnight, [First Name]." 

Total: 918 words Published: 29.12.2022

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[melloween-candie]

Secrets [F]

Secret Boy Friend Felix x Reader ft. Peter Pan

Imagine You and Felix are in a secret relationship in fear of what Pan might think or do if he finds out.

Warning! cussing, manipulation, depression, feeling numb

Word Count: 1,451

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Peter's Pov***

"Felix? Felix! Where are you...?" Peter yelled. He should be here by now... What the h*ll is taking him so long?!

***Narrator's Pov***

"Shhh! Shhh- Shh! Felix, keep it down! He might hear us!" You whispered-yelled while trying to hold in your giggles.

You and Felix were currently in a small closet. He was on his knees, kissing your stomach as you held onto his hair.

"Felix! Not there! That tickles!" You giggled.

You guys only started dating just about a month ago, and all you've done was kiss. You both wanted to do more, but it was way too risky, with Peter being a constant threat, that is.

No one knew about your relationship... and you both intend on keeping it that way. In the beginning, it was a little rocky.

You two didn't really like each other. You only tolerated each other, but soon enough, you both realized how much you had in common.

You both started hanging out more in secret, of course and well, here you guys are now.

No one even saw it coming. Not even Peter. You guys have been sneaking out for a while now to the point where you both were getting good at it.

Felix became a better liar, and it helped that Peter really trusted him, and you became sneaker. Sneaking away from group chores and workouts...

All so you guys could meet up and hang out.

It was going good for a while until one day, Peter caught you guys...

You heard footsteps, but you weren't sure where they were coming from...

"What the he*l-" Peter screamed, "FELIX, Y/N!" and you woke up.

You were breathing heavily. You were covered in sweat... You looked around and realized you weren't in your room. You turned your head to the side to find Felix sleeping soundly right beside you.

You were both sleeping in the woods... Fuc* you thought.

Your breathing finally normalized as he held on to your head, pushing back your hair. Shi* you thought.

You couldn't help but think about that dream- it wasn't impossible for that dream to be a vision since magic existed there... You took another glance at Felix with a worried face. Then, slowly, you laid back down, praying it would just stay a bad dream as you closed your eyes once again.

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

It has been months now since you had that dream... And all the dreams after, it was just you running with Felix away from something so dangerous- so angry.

Some showed you both hiding, and others, you both ran... But it all ended the same-

You sat up, breathing heavily once again.

"Another nightmare?" Felix asked groggily.

You breathed- "I'm- s-sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

He sat up and rubbed your back. "It's okay, Y/n. It's almost a year, and still, no one has caught us." He grabbed onto your hand. "I promise. No one will find out about us." He smiled. "Now, let's go back to sleep, okay."

You simply nodded and did so.

Time skip!~

You woke up feeling sick to your stomach. You turned to realize Felix wasn't there. You weren't really worried about it since he always wakes up before everyone- to wake everyone up, that is.

He'd usually go to you last too- just to let you have some more sleep than everyone else~

But today felt strange to you... You got up feeling all dizzy as you headed towards your bathroom, getting ready for the day.

Small time skip!~

You finally made it down towards the dining area. It took you a hot second with all the puking, but by now, you felt better.

But when you arrived, you were surprised to see nothing prepared- let alone anyone there...

You walked towards the kitchen- nothing. So, you left.

You walked around camp- nothing... Then you started feeling worried again. This wasn't normal. You checked the time to ensure you didn't miss anything. 7:01... That's normally when everyone has breakfast. Weird...

You decided to head towards the training area. Normal, that's where every would-be once breakfast was over, and as you thought- there they were.

They were all training. You looked around in search for Felix. You then found him holding a clipboard. He was standing next to Peter as they both watched everyone train.

You walked towards them.

"Hey. How come no one told me we started training early?"

-No reply-

"Um... Hello?"

Peter then looked at you and smirked. "Today, you will be training with me." Which isn't normal at all. Usually, you'd train with Felix.

You looked towards him with slight fear. He didn't even look at you, but you could tell he was scared, too...

Then you followed Peter.

And training began.

Small Time Skip!~

You were currently on the floor looking up to Peter, who held a sword towards your neck. You struggled to breathe, and your body wouldn't stop sweating due to the heat.

"Come on, Y/n. That can't be all you got? I mean, seriously, you've been training with MY strongest soldier all this time!"

He was clearly enjoying this. You once again looked towards Felix, and he just looked away from you. You were hurt by this, and then Peter reminded you to never look away from your opponent- he cut your cheek. The kind of cut that would leave a scar.

It burned, and all he said next was, "Tch- how dissatisfying." Then he left, and you just sat up, holding your cheek while everyone continued to stare at you.

It wasn't normal- no, it wasn't normal at all for Peter to participate in training... So, of course, everyone would stop what they were doing just to watch him practically beat someone up.

Time skip!~

"Felix!" You yelled, trying to catch up to him. "FELIX!" You yelled louder, and he finally stopped allowing you to catch up to him.

You took a moment to breath, but before you could even say anything, he interrupted you.

"Stop following me." He said plainly.

"Wha-What?" You softly said out of pure disbelief.

"You heard me." He didn't even bother to turn around and say it in your face.

"What!? Why!? D- Did I do something wrong?!" You asked, feeling more frantic.

"Y/n- I have no time for you. Go home." He said.

You couldn't help but feel hurt by this. You would normally help him finish his tasks so you could have some alone time together, but it seems nothing is acting normal today...

Time skip!~

Lunchtime was now over, and before everyone got up, they waited. Usually this was about the time when Peter would make an announcement. Whether it was chores or new work, it was always something.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Today, we will be talking about- insubordination."

Your eyes widened. You looked towards Felix, who sat right next to Peter, and all he did was look away. He clearly had pain in his eyes. Then you looked towards Peter; he was smirking as he spoke.

"As you all know- insubordination is punishable by death!" He looked at you. Your heart started pounding...

Oh god- does he know? How?! We were so carful! You thought.

"I'm sure some of you already noticed that today was a little different," Peter said. "Today I realized something... one of us- betrayed us."

Everyone gasps.

"The person who betrayed us was dear to me, too. And for that, I won't kill them." He looked towards Felix. "Instead- I simply told them not to do this again. That's it, dismissed."

Everyone left as they muttered, questioning what that was all about. Peter then looked at you- then left.

Felix just sat there staring at the clipboard.

"Felix..." You walked up to him... "Wha- what was all that about."

"He knows-" He said. "We can't keep doing this, Y/n."

"Wha- what? Wait- that's not fair! Don't tell me you're breaking up with me..."

He looked at you with sad eyes. "We don't have any other choice. Peter made that clear..." He muttered.

My eyes started watering- "So that's it? We're not even gonna fight this? You're done-"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing...

He didn't even bother replying. He just walked away.

I sighed, then took my leave as well. We both walked in opposite directions.

Time Skip!~

It's been weeks since me and Felix really interacted. My life became bland, boring, and very depressing. While Peter seemed happy about it.

Honestly, I didn't really care anymore... There was no point in fighting for someone when that someone had already given up...

A/n

God, I'm so bad at making sad endings- 😭😅 I don't usually write sad/angst endings, but I really want to get better at them. lololol

#once upon a time #once upon a time felix #sad endings #secrets #forbidden love #lost boys #peter pan #ouat peter pan #ouat felix x reader #felix x reader #once upon a time fandom #once upon a time fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

[my-own-walker]

Hello! Can I please request an angst with Kit Walker x female reader where they're both inmates in Briarcliff and Kit protects her by taking the blame for something she did and therefore taking the caning punishment meant for her as well? Thank you!!

One For Yes, Two For No

warnings: LIKE MAAAAJOOORR TW for s3lf h@rm... light sm*t, violence, asylum angst, weapons, etc.

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Bakery shifts were never a good idea for someone like me.

I loved to be out of my room for a while. To be able to do something productive for a change. Baking was something I used to do with my mother before I got thrown in here.

Sundays were when the house smelled best. We would open the windows and begin the noble pursuit, baking the entire day. It was one of the only true joys of my life.

My mother was my best friend. Someone I could spend endless time with and never tire. She was the only person I trusted in the world. Things I would tell her would go to her grave, she promised.

Until the mother I loved so much dropped me off here. All I did was tell the truth.

I don't know when it started. I don't think there was an explicit beginning to the feeling. Suddenly getting out of bed in the morning was a task. I cried over everything and nothing. I switched between feelings of utter apathy and all-consuming anguish.

The only time I felt good was when I'd hurt myself. It started with 'kitchen accidents.' Little intentional clumsy moments would result in me bleeding or burned. It sent electricity through my body in a way I can't explain. It took the numb feeling away for a moment.

It got worse. I became addicted to the feeling and treated myself like a human cutting board. My mother took notice of the butchery I was committing to myself and I immediately fessed up. She said she would help me. That we would figure it all out, together.

What good that did.

Briarcliff became my home, against my will. Honesty was my downfall. My mother had betrayed me.

So bakery shifts brought back painful memories. And put me in a situation in which I could harm myself. Sister Jude called it exposure therapy. I called it blatant malpractice. It wasn't healthy to have me near knives and hot ovens.

It was a particularly hard day mentally when I decided to steal a knife. These stupid nuns and orderlies. Obviously, my therapy wasn't working.

My mental state had gotten worse over the previous days due to a separate factor.

Kit Walker.

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A similar fate had befallen him, leaving him stranded here, among the crazies. I immediately took pity on him. He was a deer in headlights in this place, and I truly believed that he didn't do what he was thrown in for. I had never seen anyone look at me with such honesty when claiming they were innocent. There was no way he was a killer. No way.

Being on his side, we spent a considerable amount of time together. We plotted our escape. We tried to figure out how to prove his innocence. He, for some inexplicable reason, made me feel better. Less depressed. Apathy took a vacation.

Our relationship came to an inevitable boiling point.

He found a junk closet in the medical ward, just steps away from Arden's office, but we didn't care. Hungry hands clawed at clothing, our lips seeming to fit together like two puzzle pieces. He lifted me like a ragdoll, sitting me on one of the shelves as he stuck a broom under the door handle.

'Fuck, Kit,' I moaned.

'Shhhh, Y/N, we have to be quiet,' Kit scolded in a hushed tone. 'Knock once for yes, two times for no.'

Between each touch, each advancement, Kit paused. I would knock accordingly, letting him proceed. His hand hovered over the hem of my panties, eyes asking to pull them down. I knocked once.

Before I knew it he was inside of me.

It didn't last long. It was desperate. Starved. Animal. We needed each other and we needed it badly.

He pulled out and rested his forehead on mine, chuckling softly. I could feel the sweat on his brow.

'I'm usually uh-' he started coyly, 'better at that...'

I giggled like a schoolgirl. Pulling him closer to me and beginning to kiss him. Down his neck. I unbuttoned his shirt, peppering kisses down his chest. Stomach. Then...

The door swung open.

'What the hell are you two doing!?' Arden exclaimed. I snapped upright. Kit started to pull himself together. 'Are you trying to make murderer babies?'

'Dr. Arden, we-' Kit began.

Arden stepped forward and snatched me off my perch by my waist, hoisting me out of the closet.

'Disgusting slut!' he exclaimed, dragging me into his office. He threw me down onto his couch restraining me with rope. Then he left, slamming the door behind him, presumably going to get Kit.

After minutes went by, he returned with Frank in tow, freeing me.

'Take her to isolation,' Arden ordered.

I spent a day or two alone in my cell, wondering what he did to Kit. How he was doing. If he was even still alive. Then, I was released. Sent on to bakery duty. As if nothing had happened.

If there was no Kit, there was no point in going on. He was my only glimmer of godforsaken hope in that place and he was gone. I swiped a knife at the end of the shift.

I would have gotten away with it, too, if I didn't drop it. It clattered to the floor in the most unforgiving way, turning every orderly and nun's attention in the immediate vicinity to me.

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In a flash, I was in Sister Jude's office. My hands were bound. I cried softly to myself, head down. She paced in front of me, tutting her tongue.

'Whatever will we do with you, troublemaker?' she spat.

'I'm sorry Sister Jude, I can't help myself,' I sobbed.

'Oh you can't, can you? You can't abstain long enough so you resort to killing yourself? He's a murderer, Y/N.'

'But I love him!' I cried.

'Bring him in,' she motioned toward the orderly at the door. 'He can see you get punished.'

My head snapped toward the door, watching as Kit was brought in, bound at the wrists and ankles. He had bruises all over his face and tears in his eyes.

'Y/N...' he breathed. 'I'm sorry.'

'I'm sorry too, Kit,' I whispered.

'Since Y/N here thinks life isn't worth living without Kit Walker, I think we should make a more permanent arrangement for her in the isolation ward. Then, maybe, she can see that she can be alone. Forever.' Sister Jude declared.

'Y/N, you tried to hurt yourself?' Kit asked quietly, horror evident on his face.

I couldn't tell the truth in front of Jude, she would cane and isolate me for sure.

'No,' I cried, knocking once on my chair.

He looked confused, then recognition set in. He knew the truth. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

'Did you want to kill yourself?' he asked, crying.

I shook my head, knocking twice on the chair. The truth. I didn't want to die, I just needed to take the edge off.

'Sister Jude, I have a confession to make,' Kit started.

'Oh? What's that?' she replied condescendingly.

'I told Y/N to take the knife,' he said through tears. 'We were plotting in the supply closet. I wanted her to take it so I could try to get out of here.' He let out a sob.

I looked at him, panicked. He was taking the fall for me.

'Sister Jude I-' I began. I was interrupted by two knocks. 'No.' Kit was really trying to protect me.

'Is this true, Y/N?' Sister Jude asked.

'Y- yes,' I replied, tears streaming down my face. 'He - he scares me. I just do what he tells me to. It's all been a ruse!'

'I see...' Jude trailed off. 'Get up, Y/N. Go stand by the door. Kit, up. Bend over the desk.'

I scampered over to the door, tears blurring my vision. Kit looked back at me. I love you, he mouthed, it's okay.

'Now, Kit, for threatening Y/N, sneaking off, and plotting to escape, I see....100 lashes with my largest cane...and 3 days in isolation would befit a good punishment for you.' Jude said. 'Y/N, watch as justice is served.' She seemed so satisfied with herself.

I winced with each strike that hit him. My heart breaking for him.

The only thing that mattered to me at that moment was him. We loved each other, and he was willing to protect me. Something no one else in my life had ever done for me.

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Not a happy ending but really, are there any with AHS Asylum content? It's quite a miserable season lol. Thanks for the request! Again, my inbox is open for more.

#kit walker angst #kit walker x reader #kit walker x female reader #kit walker #evan peters x female reader #evan peters fic #evan peters #evan peters oneshot

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Killjoys week Day 1 - Memories

for @chaos-in-bright-pink-hair-dye 's killjoy week! absolutely no guarantee that ill actually finish the rest of these prompts bc i only found out abt this last night and wrote this first prompt in a sudden fit of creative inspiration. regardless this was very fun to do and i totally didnt tear up a bit while writing it!! :D maybe ill stick it on ao3 later bc i actually really like it, who knows?

Time feels as though it moves in slow motion as Kobra watches Korse slam Party against the wall across the lobby. He's starts running right as their back collides with pristine white tile, screams their name so loud even hes deaf to it as the barrel of a gun is jammed under their chin. He shoots blindly as he surges forward, clearing a path of fallen dracs, stepping on and over bodies like they're nothing but rocks in the sand. He's numb to the dozens of laserbeams that must sear his skin, doesn't feel or hear or see a single thing except for the red of his sibling's hair and the panic flooding their amber eyes.

For some reason, it makes Kobra think of August. He's not sure how long ago the last August was- hell, it could be August right now and he wouldn't even know. It could be Party's birthday right now and they'd both be none the wiser. They'd be twenty-one or twenty-two now, Kobra thinks, heart racing, stomach twisting, blood pounding away in his ears like his own personal drum kit come score his memories and play out his final scene. He'd asked his parents for a drumest one year for his birthday, stupidly, foolishly. They'd laughed him off in the moment, acting as though the request were the funniest joke they'd ever heard. When the day came around, he'd received a glimmering yellow dress and a new batch of pills to match. Late at night, after everyone else in the house had gone to sleep, Party had slipped a new tape under his door- a recording of a live set fresh and hot from the zones, featuring a nearly ten minute drum solo that Kobra still has memorized to this day.

The blood rushing in his veins changes its rhythm to match.

Party always asked for the same gift for their birthday, and every year they received it without fail- "I wanna go for a walk in the park with Addie". They were accompanied by their parents when they were younger, of course. Some of Kobra's favorite memories of his parents- the only good ones still intact really- are from those days on or just after Party's birthday, where Mom would be holding Party's hand, pointing out the different flowers that bloomed among the grass as they walked. Kobra would always wind up being carried on Dad's back, his arms slung around the man's neck in the closest thing Kobra would ever get to a real hug from the man. Kobra remembers whispering into his ear as they walked, pointing out nonsense only a child could understand, telling jokes that weren't funny but made his father laugh brightly all the same. Those moments are the only times Kobra can remember hearing the sound of his father's laughter. He thinks it might be one of his favorite sounds, right up there with the drum solo still pounding away at his skull.

Party's birthday gift changed as they got older, though. Mom and Dad got busier and busier, and Party became more and more responsible, and eventually they were allowed to take Kobra on their birthday walk all by themself. Nothing bad could happen to them anyways, right? They lived in Battery City- they'd be safe and sound regardless of whether or not Mom and Dad were there; the company would protect them. The only thing their parents ever seemed concerned about was Kobra causing trouble, "making a scene in public" as they called it. Kobra can still feel the stinging ache that blossomed in his chest each year as he was reminded- reprimanded- by Mom to "behave", "don't cause any distractions", "just act normal like your big brother does". The stinging would turn to burning would turn to imploding in on himself as he was forced to listen as Party's only instruction was to keep an eye on him, to make sure he stayed "well behaved".

It never really was Kobra they had to worry about, though.

Of all the walks they took on their own, Kobra still thinks the first time has got to be his favorite. The sly, anticipatory look in Party's eye had caused a slowly intensifying excitement to bubble up in Kobra's chest- they were planning something he just knew it. Kobra will never forget the way party smirked as they had grabbed his hand and pulled guided him off their usual path about halfway through the park. He'll always remember the way the smell of flowers and freshly cut grass melted into that of dirt and asphalt and oil and Party pushed their way through the bushes and led him further and further away from the park. The walk to the slums was long, but Kobra could never call it tedious simply for the fact of how new it all was. He'd never been allowed in this part of the city before- never seen so many colors as in the flowers fields of graffiti that bloomed on the cracking sides of buildings, never seen people who looked so different, so cool in their torn jeans and studded leather. To this day, Kobra has no idea how Party knew of the show that was going on in the lower level of some old abandoned warehouse. It was clear it wasn't their first time in the neighborhood, however, and Kobra wonders if, maybe, that's just what the place was always like- a perpetual venue offering a free showcase of whatever shitty secret band had stumbled across it that day. Even in the tapes Party snuck him, he'd never heard music so loud, so aggressive, so beautiful that he could feel it shaking his ribcage and eating away at his heart.

From that year on, Party's birthday had transformed into Kobra's favorite day of the year. There were a couple of times when they didn't go to shows, perhaps because of caution lingering in the air due to raids on the place the night before, or perhaps because Party hadn't been feeling up to it themself, head no doubt pounding away to its own, painful beat as it seemed to do more and more frequently as they aged. Kobra never minded when they didn't go to shows, though- he had just as much fun listening to zonerunner's tales of the desert or droids stories of DESTROYA. Sometimes Party would chime in with myths of their own, melodies of death defying superheros and impossibly beaten odds spilling from their lips with an electric energy that kept a firm grip on the attentions of everyone in the room. Kobra always loved Party's stories the best, the way they'd reel you in with failure, crushing all the hero's hopes of winning, before pulling out the most shocking twist imaginable ending with the villains defeated and the heroes safe and sound despite the impossibility of their success. "Real heroes never give up," Party had said at the end of one of such stories; words are seared into Kobra's brain like a brand. "Real heroes never stop fightin', even when everyone and everything tells them they should."

He's almost there. He's just a few feet away. He raises his gun and attacks the trigger with his finger even though he knows he's out of ammo by now. He prays to every deity he's never once believed in for a miracle. He locks eyes with Party instead.

They smile at him as a bright white flash overtakes their skull, blocking their face from Kobra's vision. That smile remains burned on their lips as Korse steps back triumphantly and their body slides down the wall, their eyes nothing but empty pools of blown out amber, devoid of life in a way that reminds Kobra of City drugs and supervillians and the unhappy endings they always promised their stories would never have.

Kobra screams, the final melody needed to complete the song that's been stuck in his head for years. Drums fade out as he collapses forward, arm outstretched towards the one person who he'd always follow, always let take him by the hand and guide him off the path, through the bushes, into the slums, the desert, the beating heart of the City. He wonders if it really is August as his body collides with the ground. He wonders if Party would've liked to go back to the warehouse one last time.

The final song that plays in Kobra's head sounds a lot like happy birthday. He'll have to remember how to play it whenever he wakes up.

#my fics #my writing #danger days fanfic #danger days fic #the kobra kid #party poison #killjoys week 2023 #ttlotfk #danger days

[badpostureart]

Message in a Bottle II

For anon, who asked my thoughts about the character arcs of the primary characters in Free!

My first impression of Rin was not good. I remember thinking, “Who the hell does this guy think he is?” But by the end of the first season, I found out exactly who he is, and I adored him (and still do). Much like how he swims, Rin tends to strike out boldly but loses steam the longer he goes. This is to say that the guy has a hard time pacing himself—he expects too much too soon and becomes disappointed when his abilities fall short of his ambition. Rin’s skill is mostly the result of hard work and dedication as opposed to natural talent, and as he got older, he became increasingly aware of his own shortcomings despite always giving his best. This dampened his carefree spirit and left bitterness and anger in its place—anger at himself for failing to meet his own expectations, followed by anger for being so angry in the first place. I think that Rin internalized the notion that he had to do it all alone, lest he prove himself unworthy of sharing a dream with his father. If his childhood rival could still beat him despite not training and despite being away from him, then he thought he must just not be good enough. The turning point for Rin was being reminded by Haru that they’re stronger together—a truth Rin imparted to Haru back in middle school.

I believe that anger and passion are sisters—the difference between them is their connotation. Anger denotes negativity while passion denotes positivity, but both are indicative of strong feelings either way. Rin is made up entirely of strong feelings. They manifest in the form of goading words, toothy grins, volatile outbursts, and hot tears—all marvellous and all quintessentially Rin. At the end of the day, his biggest hurdle is himself. In his own words, “In competitions, my weakness comes out. I have to win against myself first.” He tends to bite off more than he can chew, and he ends up choking. And yet, the same desire to want to bite down in the first place is what compels him to keep trying and what pushes him to achieve his ambitions. Rin is as dynamic as they come, contradictions abound. It’s contagious.

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Out of everyone, I’ve taken perhaps the most care and consideration when writing about Haru. Maybe because he’s unconventional and a bit odd, it felt especially important to try to understand him on his own terms. While Haru gives the impression that he’s unfeeling and uninterested, he has a complex inner world that he struggles to articulate to others. He understands the weight of a statement like “I only swim free,” and isn’t the type to say more than he needs to. The problem is that the whole meaning of what he says, while obvious to him, is often lost on others. As a result, Haru often feels misunderstood because he assumes the people around him know how he feels without explicitly being told, when, in reality, they don’t and can’t.

Throughout the entire series, Haru has grappled with being vulnerable, both to the people around him and privately to himself. He’s never said so aloud, but I think Haru spent a good part of his adolescence feeling really lonely. His sense of normalcy involved being unsure that the people who exited his life would actually come back. Maybe admitting to loneliness aloud would just make his feelings all the more real, and he prides himself on being strong and self-sufficient, so acknowledging that feeling wasn’t something he could afford to do. By the time he was a teenager, Haru looked largely numb to the world around him. He went through the motions simply so that he could go home and wish his life away from the bathtub. Once bitten, twice shy, Haru was afraid to let people in because he knew it could hurt both ways. He wasn’t aloof because he didn’t care, it was because he cared so much that it scared him.

Why does he swim and what is it that he swims for? The short answer is love. Haru comes alive when he swims. He’s fully present. It’s the place he goes to hide from himself and it’s the place he’s laid bare and exposed completely. I can’t think of little Haru crying without tearing up myself. He’s got all this love in him, but he doesn’t know how to name it, let alone how to convey it to other people.

It’s incredibly hard not to feel proud of Haru and how he’s grown up. The moments where he’s brave and he vocalizes his gratitude, his fears, and his desires are some of the best moments of the series. The simplest way to plot Haruka’s growth is his willingness to swim in different roles—from soloing in free to being the anchor in the medley to doing all the strokes in university. Throughout it all, Haru is Haru—and he’s pretty damn special.  

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It’s hard to explain why I like Makoto the least out of the main five. His arc centres around his own cowardice or a general lack of self-confidence, but many of his fears are so circumstantial that they won’t follow him around everywhere. He has a fear of bugs, ghosts, the ocean…big deal. Those aren’t things he has to confront on a daily basis. The big one was the fear of water, or of some unknown evil lurking within. This fear never really stopped Makoto from doing anything though, it just meant Haru had to come along too. In the second volume of the Starting Days light novel, there’s a poignant scene where Makoto leaves the house and goes to a place “where Haru isn’t”—the beach. When Haru finds him and asks what he’s doing there, Makoto says, “I wanted to make sure that I would be alright, even if you weren’t here… Would you be alright even if I weren’t here?” In this instance, Makoto is asking whether or not he can stand on his own two feet because he wonders, without Haru, would all he be is fear?

The answer, of course, is no—fear is not Makoto’s defining characteristic. Although he may be unsure of himself at times, the proof is in the proverbial pudding. He can cope with Haru being away and he has the chops to coach others. Makoto’s self-doubt has never held him back from achieving success—save for being unable to be the one to save Rei from drowning out in the ocean, I guess? Still, he was supportive of others while he was afraid, and he was supportive of others when he wasn’t.      

Perhaps because I never saw much fight in Makoto (as there was no internal conflict that caused him external grief or affected his relationships), I don’t feel like he developed as a character at all. You know exactly what you’re gonna get when it comes to Makoto. That predictability, while comfortable to some, is boring and frustrating to others. The only glimpse of a different side of Makoto I saw that wasn’t his usual upturned eyebrows was during the water gun fight at Samezuka’s cultural festival. Only for a moment did Makoto seem competitive and unnerving…but it was only for a game.

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Although he seemed quite cold at the outset, Rei revealed himself to be highly emotive and flamboyant. Rationality and the sublime are usually treated as polar opposites, but Rei embodies both simultaneously. Indeed, he employs theory and calculation explicitly in the pursuit of beauty. His arc deals with self-acceptance and celebrating the things that others perceive as a deficit—his neuroticism, his need to check and double check, and to overprepare. In learning to swim the butterfly, Rei came into his own. Not even he can articulate why, but it was initially the only stroke he could do. The closest thing to an explanation I can think of was that in being taught by the other guys, Rei was trying too hard to live up to the way they swim. Since he had no preconceptions about what the butterfly was supposed to be, he was able to claim ownership over the stroke and do it his own way. Oftentimes, the most precious things are the ones a person struggles to explain.

I think out of everyone, Rei’s admiration of Haru is the purest, because he doesn’t admire his ability to swim, per se. The thing he admires is Haru’s authenticity. Rei knows what it’s worth to live in a way that’s true to oneself because that’s the thing he’s been apprehensive to do since he was a little kid. Essentially, Rei is a spectacled dork. He’s theatrics as much as he is analytical, and the coalescence of these things is beautiful.

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Nagisa’s problems lived in the background where nobody else could really see them. He’s cheeky and his positivity is infallible, but he struggled with finding a (school) work/life balance and preferred to run away from it, hoping that the issue would resolve itself naturally. This wasn’t to be. The short of it was that academics made him miserable. He scored fine in middle school, but all he did was study and so he developed an aversion to it by the time he got to high school. This is to say that Nagisa’s problem is excess, or an inability to do things in moderation. Since he was the one to promote a “come as you are” attitude to Rei before he joined the swim club, it was only natural he return the favour and remind Nagisa that his weaknesses can also be his strengths. The same dedication and tenacity Nagisa applied to the swim club’s recruitment can be applied to standing up for himself to his parents and for finding a way to make schoolwork manageable without sacrificing his happiness in the process.

Nagisa brings his dreams and schemes to life, and he has the uncanny ability to thaw the hearts of those prone to stoicism. He’s just so cute you can’t help but want to look after him!

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As for which character arc I think is my favourite…it’s hard to say. The most obvious and dramatic was the change I saw in Rin. My feelings toward him did a complete 180, making him my obvious favourite character overall. Anyone who can invoke the full range of emotions is someone really special. I think the person who grew the most, however, is Haru. Comparatively speaking, Haru’s growth was subtle and quiet—it swelled. When I think of him, I feel proud. His hesitancy to be vulnerable is going to be a lifelong struggle for him. He’s going to be misunderstood and he’s going to have to be brave in order to be heard and seen properly. I understand why Haru has so many admirers. It’s bigger than just swimming—a sentiment that governs the whole series and is precisely what has kept me invested in it after all this time. It’s all a big allegory for being true to yourself and authentic with others, I’m telling you! And maybe I’m reading too much into a sports anime and ought to drop the red string and take down the corkboard, but this is who I am, damn it!

#free iwatobi swim club #free!meta #rin matsuoka #haruka nanase #makoto tachibana #rei ryuugasaki #nagisa hazuki #long ass post #badposture answers

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Dangerous Dance

OK OK HERE’S THE MAJIMA FIC AAAAAAA HE’S SO HOT I’LL DIE! This is just a very random “simp fic” so to speak. Basically, reader is down bad, Majima is down bad. Very suggestive because of course it is. This takes place during Yakuza 0, also, please remember that I have NOT FINISHED THE GAME!! So please don’t spoil anything!! Anyway, I really really hope you guys like this. Please enjoy!!

Yakuza 0

Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: The last few days have been rough, so you decide to unwind by visiting a familiar disco club. What you don’t expect however is meeting a stranger who is so alluring, you are not sure how to react.

Notes: Usage of alcohol, drunk reader, mild swearing, suggestive themes, allusions to smut (not the act itself, y’all let me know if you wanna see that tho 👀), reader down bad, Majima down bad lmao, FIRST TIME WRITING FOR MAJIMA, KEEP THAT IN MIND PLS

Also posted on AO3!

What a day. 

You were more than aware that your job wasn’t the most excellent, hell, you could say you had gotten fairly used to the worst parts of customer service. Rude customers had little to no effect on you anymore, kicking drunken assholes out was but a tiny inconvenience, and your poor legs had become numb to the pain of standing in one place for multiple hours.

Recently, however, it had been shit. And you didn’t know why exactly, maybe you were just getting tired of living the same routine over and over. You just needed a break. And a really good one.

The loud booming music at the disco was almost deafening but in the best possible way. It left your head no room to think of anything but the pounding sounds you could not only hear but also feel. Maharaja was not foreign to you, in fact, you felt you were somehow far more familiar with Sotenbori during nighttime. The whole city became an entirely different place, it sprung to live, even. You frequented the disco whenever you felt the need to have a good time, get drunk, or maybe even hook up with somebody. You never knew what would happen, and that’s why you loved it.

With a drink in hand, you moved with the music, occasionally letting out a yell or two when a particularly nice song began to play. You could feel the effects of the alcohol you had consumed, your head felt light, and your vision was slightly shaky, but dear Lord you were having fun. You absorbed the energy of the partying people around you, forgetting all about the reason for your late-night visit, washing it away with a strong lime and gin.

The tunes echoed in your head and lingered there and the screams and yells of others kept you from floating to a world of your own. Still, your attention was scattered, eyes going from one place to another to being fully closed. There was a dance battle or two at some point. Who won those again? You had already forgotten, the memory was lost somewhere and washed away by the alcohol.

You downed your drink, as you danced, catching a glimpse of a young couple from the corner of your vision. They were all over each other, drunk, barely able to keep up with the beat. Despite that, they looked like they were having a good time. A wonderful time. Immediately you felt something stick to you.

Envy.

You stared at your now empty glass and let out something in between a laugh and a scoff. You’d need another drink. And someone to spend your time with.

Being alone was no issue, you sometimes even preferred it. But you would be flat-out lying to yourself if you claimed that some company wasn’t wanted. Parties were always better with others anyway. All kinds of people all over Sotenbori came to Maharaja, surely there had to be someone who was willing to exchange a few words or even dance with you. Though deep down, you perhaps desired more than that. Something... Wild. Your expectations in that regard, however, were quite low. A good dance would do just fine.

The bar counter was mostly empty, which was no strange sight. People much preferred to spend their time on the dance floor and the only time they stepped off was when their mouths desired the bitter taste of alcohol, you being living proof of that. That was precisely what you were doing after all.

With slightly uneven steps you approached the counter, the effects of the previous drinks very much apparent. You were nowhere done, though. Nowhere near drunk enough. You had made it your goal to get as wasted as possible tonight, almost out of spite. The last few days had been so awful. You weren’t religious by any means, but if there was some higher power out there responsible for all the shit you had endured lately, tonight, you’d be giving it the middle finger by allowing yourself to have a good time for once.

Your eyes drifted and noticed someone sitting at the counter. Strange, you weren’t expecting anyone to anchor themself here of all places, the music barely reached this part of the disco. Maybe he was waiting for somebody, you thought.

You eyed the man carefully, taking in his appearance. From your angle, you couldn’t see his face, but he was well-dressed, with black hair tied back in a ponytail. He had a firmness to him, his shoulders appeared tense and something told you that he was perhaps already aware of your presence.

In one hand, he held his drink, while the other rested on the counter. He appeared to be lost in his thoughts, but you could see his finger tapping to the faraway beat against the table.

You looked back at the dance floor and then at the man again. Screw it. You were rather intrigued and seeing that no one else seemed to be as secluded as this stranger, you approached him with something akin to slight nervousness attaching itself to you.

“Out here alone?” You yelled over the music. The stranger turned to you and immediately you felt something in your chest, your eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of him. His face was neutral, tired even as if he hadn’t had enough sleep for days. Yet his lips turned slightly upward as he looked at you. It made your stomach turn. What was perhaps the most shocking part of his fierce appearance was the eyepatch covering his left eye. Your legs trembled the tiniest amount. He was unbelievably handsome.

“Yeah, I am,” he replied in what was possibly the most attractive voice you had ever heard. More than happy with his answer, you sat down beside him, eyes briefly glancing at his slightly exposed chest and the gold necklace adorning it. Some part of you knew he noticed, as you hazily noted the way he let out a suppressed chuckle. In your slightly drunken state, however, you had no shame.

“Want some company?” You asked with a slight smirk, placing your empty glass down. “Parties are no fun alone, are they?” Yet another chuckle left his lips and he quickly looked down before locking his only visible eye with you once more.

“Yer right about that. But makes me wonder,” he took one sip from his drink, your eyes gluing themselves to the way his lips parted as he drank before continuing. 

“Whatsa pretty thing like you doin’ here all alone?” He challenged your smirk with one of his own, that deep voice of his resonating deep in your ears and lingering there like smoke. His words made you giggle and you leaned in, slightly shortening the distance between you two.

“Well, I’m not alone anymore, am I?”

There was the tiniest shift in his expression and something about it told you that he may not have expected your response to be so bold. And to be fair, you didn’t either. A few stronger drinks do wonders for one’s courage. He hummed in agreement, silently accepting your company. Score.

“What’s yer name, gorgeous?” You found yourself breaking eye contact at the nickname he used that was so effortlessly carried by his voice. He was no stranger to flirting, that much was clear. And it was working, as the flush on your cheeks was no longer only due to alcohol.

“(Name).” Something poked at your insides, something you could only describe as enthusiasm. You were eager to talk to this man, the more you looked at him, the more it felt like he was reeling you in. The bizarre feeling could only be compared to a high schooler talking to their crush. You didn’t complain though.

“(Name), eh? Fits ya well.” A laugh escaped your lips and if you had been more attentive, you would have noticed him glancing at them. “I’m Majima.”

Something clicked within you as soon as he said that, and your smile got replaced by an expression of realization. Was he..

“Goro Majima..? The manager of Cabaret Grand?” You looked at him with widened eyes, trying to process what you had heard. He raised a surprised eyebrow at you, likely not expecting you to know of him.

“Haw? How’d ya know?” His shock was understandable, and now that he had confirmed your suspicion, you were over the moon. In your excitement, you laughed.

“Anyone who has spent enough time enjoying the nightlife of Sotenbori has heard of Goro Majima,” you began. The hushed whispers of the Grand’s highly efficient manager did not go unnoticed by you and the things you had heard about his feats were truly something to marvel at. You never expected to meet him though and his refined and at the same time intense looks now made slightly more sense to you.

“I’m surprised to find you here, though.” You brought your palm to your face and leaned on it, that smirk you first put on remaining on your lips. “And without company too.” Given his reputation, you assumed men, women and everyone in between would be all over him, sticking to him like moths to a flame, yet you had found him alone at the most deserted spot of Maharaja. A part of you was quite ecstatic about that, not that you would ever allow yourself to admit that.

He laughed, noticing the underlying flattery in your words. It was funny to him but he chose to accept it even if it was only because he did not dare to extinguish the flames he saw in your eyes. 

Majima gulped down the last bits of his drink, enjoying the way it flowed down his throat. You could not take your half-lidded eyes off him, the distant music becoming all the more apparent and louder, which made you turn your head towards the dance floor.

“Hey, can I get ya a drink?” Majima asked, pointing to your empty glass on the counter. “Just order whatever ya want. My treat.” You turned to him upon hearing his question and noticed the knowing grin on his face. Your eyes shifted from his eye to his lips and you came to a conclusion. You were at Maharaja, the wildest disco in town, and there was only one thing you were craving and the thriving sounds around you only fueled that desire.

You promptly stood up, to which Majima raised his brow.

“How about we dance first? Or were you planning to just sulk here all night?” You asked teasingly, but there was some seriousness to your question. It was still bizarre to you that he would choose to isolate himself in a place like this.

It didn’t take long for Majima to stand up in front of you, and you felt yourself stumble ever so slightly. His height impressed you, and he looked down at you with a clearly teasing smirk. You were sure he did it on purpose.

“Sure, show me what ya got, darlin’.”

He was so close to you, it was almost suffocating, but in a good way. You caught a whiff of a cologne he was wearing, he smelled as good as he looked. You tilted your head upwards at him and stood up on your toes in an attempt to get your face as close to his as possible. You wanted to let him know exactly what he was making you feel.

“Try to keep up, Majima-san.” Your voice was barely a whisper, and Majima was more than happy with the fact that you didn’t know just how many chills ran down his spine upon hearing your words. You were certainly something.

The brightly lit dance floor was buzzing, filled to the brim with people dying to dance and sing their hearts out. You were no different, you were hungry for a good time, especially with someone like Majima.

Once you reached the floor, you turned to him. His tense posture seemed somewhat more relaxed and there was a sense of underlying anticipation in him, almost like there was something inside of him just waiting to be let out. Most curious.

With a final glance at him, you began to sway with the music, just letting your body move on its own and closing your eyes. You felt the beat in your being and relished it, bringing your arms into the air. The music and lights enveloped you, and all your worries just melted away with every step you took.

Majima followed suit, allowing himself to get lost in the moment. He truly enjoyed dancing, which some might have considered surprising. At the same time though, he could not help but glance at you every now and then. He was fascinated by how fluidly your body moved with the music and how nice of a smile you had the whole time.

He would be lying to himself if he said he did not find you extremely attractive like this.

You caught him staring, and smirked at him right away. His burning gaze was unlike anything you had experienced and somehow you could feel both his eyes hungrily watching you, despite one of them being covered. You adored how it made you feel. And you knew he was more than enjoying the view.

With every roll of your hips and every snap of your head to the beat, Majima found himself more and more entranced and his own movements became wilder. He matched your energy perfectly, dancing his heart out, letting a laugh or two slip his lips occasionally. You noted how effortlessly he moved with the music and how much he seemed to be enjoying himself. He was a good dancer to be sure, he definitely had a talent for it. The bright lights adorned his already stunning face and brought out his features perfectly. 

Running a hand through your hair sloppily you stepped closer to him, with a potentially dangerous idea suddenly taking over your head. If you were sober, you would have never allowed yourself to even think of something like this, but now it seemed like the perfect idea, partially because you were already so addicted to the way this stranger looked at you.

With your face mere inches away from his, you eyed his parted lips. You could smell the remains of the drink he had consumed just moments ago, but there was something else in there too and it didn’t take you long to figure out what. Cigarettes.

It filled you with something, a desire that you weren’t sure you had felt towards anyone else. Once you locked eyes with him, you were almost caught off guard at the intensity of his stare. It was fierce, starving, and almost unhinged. 

You smirked and prowled closer to his lips, hands ghosting over his arms while swinging your body with the harmonious sounds that had filled your mind. You were playing a dangerous game, you knew it, but the way your heart raced was exciting, and you became even more excited when Majima matched your movements, bringing his head lower and closer to yours.

That was the response you were looking for, and it served as a sign that he was willing to play along. Perfect. Your smirk and gaze became mischievous and you quickly turned around, with your back facing him. You somehow heard the slight groan that rumbled in his throat even from under all the commotion.

In this new position, you made an effort to get him as worked up as possible. The song playing was perfect, the melody was sensual and enticing, yet the beat was still on-brand for disco. You swayed your hips, flipped your hair, and even ran a hand along your waist and chest all so you could wordlessly tell Majima what he was about to get. And it was working.

Majima could not keep his eye off you. He followed your movements and got completely lost in the sight of you. His breath hitched every time you looked back at him, those half-lidded, glossy eyes sending sparks throughout his being. His own dancing lost some of its passion as he was too occupied with feasting on you with his gaze. It traveled up and down, taking all of you in and letting his filthy imagination run wild.

You leaned against him, clearly catching him off guard. With your backside pressed against him, you continued your dancing, feigning innocence by looking at him with an expression so cruelly seductive that Majima wasn’t sure how long he could hold back. From the corner of your vision, you noticed his hand move toward your waist, an action you long predicted and expected.

However, before he could make contact with your body, you grabbed his wrist, denying his silent request. For a brief second, Majima feared he had crossed the line by attempting to touch you, but once he heard that cursed laugh of yours, he understood the situation. No touching. Not yet.

Still, he would not stand for being the only one getting messed with. That was not fair, was it? Carefully, with your back still turned to him, he lowered his head to your ear, barely touching it with his lips, his hot breath sending multiple sets of shivers down your spine. He saw you visibly let out a shaky breath as your dancing slowed down at his actions. He chuckled.

“Ya teasin’ me, darlin’?” His voice made you weak. It was low, husky, and just barely audible through all the music, but you heard it loud and clear, and it set you aflame. The grip you had on his wrist loosened, though you knew even with your tightest hold, he would be able to break free and turn the tables on you. The image alone almost pushed you over the edge.

Letting go of his hand, you finally turned around, your dancing reduced to just light swaying. The alcohol played its part in it too, you assumed. You looked at Majima dead in the eye, expression filled with lust.

“And what if I am?” You challenged his statement, which he found most amusing. Your hands found their way to his broad shoulders, dancing along the area right next to his neck. Despite the lack of fairness, Majima kept his hands to himself, which you exploited by having yours all over him. 

The music had become mute in your head, the only thing raging in there were the sinful thoughts you had let loose by getting so close to this man. You were sure it was the same for him, his hot and bothered face told you all you needed to know.

“We’ll see how far that’ll get ya.” You jumped and let out a slight noise when you felt his hands on your hips, the tightness of his grip surprising you. He brought his face close, so close you felt like you were about to faint. “My patience’s runnin’ thin.”

Truthfully, so was yours. 

You slid your hand down his toned torso, feeling his abs through his thin shirt, stopping at his belt, the feeling spreading the fire all across your being. With your lips on his hot cheek and your hand on the other side of his perfectly sculpted face you spoke in a low voice:

“Then, should we go get those drinks somewhere else?”

Majima tightened his hold on your hips, chuckling once more, but this time, there was something in it you hadn’t noticed before. It could have only been described as wickedness.

“Eager, ain’tcha?”

You looked up at him with a sly smile, which was all the encouragement Majima needed to start retreating from the dance floor. Filled with excitement, you followed, more than eager to spend the night with him.

“C’mon, let’s go. Ya still haven’t shown me all ya can do, have ya?”

You giggled. He was right.

What a night this would be.

~

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Pastries next Sunday? - a Haechan (NCT) fluff/comfort drabble

photos to be added soon :>

main masterlist // nct masterlist

group/members: NCT / Haechan

pairing: NCT Haechan x Reader (Neutral Gender perspective)

genre: angst & comfort - ya'll know I had to return from hiding with my classic recipe heh

word count: roughly 1.15k

T/W’s : kiss descriptors, nothing explicit. mentions of global warming/current events, not descriptive though. (Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )

written with my internet wife in mind ~ @slightlymore / @slightlymore-main

& A HUGE THANK YOU to my beta reader/s ~ @flurrys-creativity

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Replay (PM 01:27) - NCT

Illoveyou - BETWEEN FRIENDS

Ocean Waves - Alaina Castillo

Falling for U - SEVENTEEN

Sometimes, the word can feel like it’s closing in on us.

Sometimes, it’s hard to catch a breath in this escalator called life.

And sometimes, it’s even harder to catch a physical break, let alone ‘smell the roses’.

The world won’t wait up, and no amount of ‘good vibes’ can push you through the un-forecasted rain flooding the space behind your eyes.

“One caramel latte for Y/N!” A shrill voice called across the cafe, breaking your dizzy spell. 

Blinking away the bleariness of the white fluorescent lights above the awaiting counter, you grabbed your cup from the barista, nodding in thanks before surging through the small crowd and out onto the street. The door chimed cutely above as you exited. But really it did nothing to quell the anxiety in your lungs.

As you passed over the busy street, dodging people and cars on the crossing, you pondered how much of a face you would need to put on today. Passing the hot cup over into your other palm and sighing a puff of visible Autumn air. It wasn’t something that pleased your conscience; lying to close friends. But sometimes it was necessary.

Lee Dong-hyuck. Your childhood friend. So much history there, and yet, you had been avoiding him for weeks. Something had panged your heartstrings the night before; as he had sent a flurry of messages asking to meet up.

You looked over your messages as you waited. Perched on the rain-wet stone overlooking the steps down to the river, next to the bridge. 

Soft words were never your greatest social skill. But you frowned even at yourself, reading over the DM’s. Sighing, you flicked away from the app to go elsewhere.

Your email inbox pinged at you in an accusatory manner. 57 unread messages all pointing their red and white notification-fingers straight at you. 

Whoever said running your own business was ‘the highest point of their life’, clearly had never run a florist outlet in a seaside town at the back end of 2022. At least the November weather reflected your energy. Cold, wet, and numbed until the spring returned to fool everyone with its warmth.

Even then, if there wasn’t the unease of global warming to worry about, nuclear fallout wasn’t too far of a fantasy nowadays.

You puffed out another sigh, puttering your lips and staring at the ground long enough for skidding feet in your peripheral to smile gently at your resting form. The cars in front and the river behind created a white noise to let you just exist, for a short while.

“Hey, stranger. How's things?” 

“Hyuck!” You chirped back. Voice abrasive in comparison to the honey-dripped tone that had called out to you.

You reached your spare arm to hook his side, but quickly became enveloped in a large quokka’s arms. He smelt like bread - literally. And it made you smile. 

“Ah - pretty good, you know how it is! You good?”

You both pulled away, carefully leveling your cup as Haechan’s smiling face entered your sights for the first time in weeks. He had… grown. Even in such a small amount of time. It made you remember why you had avoided him for so long - a small part of you aching inside. 

As he smiled, his eyes creased and gummy teeth could be seen for a moment. Nodding in agreement, “Yeah, it’s been pretty tough, right? I’m good, thanks Y/N.”

You nodded absently, retreating back to the cold stone wall.

Haechan followed you, sitting on your right side. 

The silence made your stomach spin. But unlike usual, you hadn’t the energy to permeate it with empty mouth-jittering conversation starters.

“I know you’ve been avoiding me, you know.” Your friend hummed gently.

Picking at the cracked holder on your paper cup, you nodded. Offering a humbled “Sorry?” to his expectant gaze.

He just giggled. 

That was your Haechan. He laughed anything too heavy away on the drop of a dime.

Once again, the silence poked at you, coupled with the coldness of the stone beneath you and the rippling water behind you.

Haechan knew you were avoiding him for all the wrong reasons. Even if something odd had developed between the two of you; he could ignore it if it meant he could hug you once again.

So he did.

You struck stiff, squeaking out a surprised “T-thank you!” as he hugged your side. 

“I’m here if you need anything, idiot. You know that right?”

Letting you go with another gold-struck smile only once you had acknowledged him.

“Y-yeah, you too, obviously - it’s just … it’s not always that easy to talk about things as complex as ‘running a business’, you know…”

The warmth left your side, instead the crinkle of a paper bag alerting your brain to follow your nose and eyes.

Haechan shrugged, fetching out a visibly still-hot brioche from the brown bag you now considered a friend. 

“Then don’t. But out of everyone I know that you know - I think we both know I’m the most qualified one to hear you out when it comes to 'business'.”

You blinked, gaping at him. Nothing he said was accusatory. But somehow his honesty made you realize how selfish you had been. He was telling the truth; Haechan ran his own bakery and had likely faced similar struggles, if not in a different field.

At your slowness to move and accept the treat, he reached out and balanced it on your drink, making you laugh as it almost fell, thanking him silently with that small spark of joy jumping across your features. He pulled out his own treat; a butter croissant, biting into it with a wink.

“Well…” You had started and barely ended within the next hour.

Your evening ended with a less heavy heart and a thrum in your chest.

What had started as a brief meeting as friends, ended in the cold night next to the nearby docks. And a kiss pressed upon your weathered lips. Eyes. Forehead. And a hug that would keep you warm until you could meet up again.

To explore - whatever this was about to become.

“See you soon, Y/N. Message me when you feel like that again. You know I can tell when you’re lying to me, so don’t even try it!” He called out as you pulled out of the car park, giggling out the window.

With a wave, you called back, “Sure! And keep baking, idiot! It will taste better next time ~ !”

It was Haechan’s turn to smile this time. That was a throwback quote to when he would bake in your shared dorm kitchen, stinking out the block of flats with burnt food in between bouts of successful pastries.

You had both come from a dream.

And he was so proud of how far you had come, alone and with only your own help.

It was time to start building up those blocks of self-respect again. Rolling up the window to roll your wheels into the cold dark night, eyes set straight ahead until the sun rose once again. 

Sundays may have just become your favorite days again.

well would you look at that: updated 31/OCTOBER/2022

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unlikely love: Aila and Ivan

Hello! This story is the first one if my unlikely love stories. It's a fanfic about how Ivan Drago and an NYC ballet dancer (also Rocky's foster daughter,) fall in love. Just a few disclaimers, this is set in present times, mick is still alive, and Ivan doesn't kill Apollo. Since it's a love story, you can expect some sex scenes. There is also discussions about death, and a character commits suicide, so if you think you'll be triggered, please find another fanfic. Enjoy!

It's been a long day. We have three days till our swan lake performance, so rehearsals have been brutal. I'm playing black and white swan, so it's extra exhausting. My calves are still burning from those 32 fouttes. My feet hurt more than normal, and I can't imagine all the new blisters I have. I through my ballet bag on the ground, peel off my sweaty leotard, and jump into the shower. The hot water couldn't have felt better. My muscles begin to relax. There is no better feeling than that after a long day of practice. I know that's all part if being a ballerina, but I wouldn't have it any another way. Every little girl dreams of being a ballerina at some point, but I never stopped dreaming. Even when my mom died and I moved in with Rocky, I'd echappe down alleys, spin through the streets, and even kept up with classes. But it was Tatyana, the shopkeeper, (and former Bolshoi dancer,) that took my dreams to the next level. I had gotten a job at her stand, out of border and to get sway from the strange men that watched me practice every day. We were having a particularly slow day that day, and she gave me a break. My ballet class had posted a flyer that said they were holding auditions for Clara for the Philadelphia ballet theater. I really wanted to be Clara, so I went into the alley by her shop, put on my Pointe shoes, warmed up, and got to work. A few minutes later, she came into the alley, and asked what I was doing. "Practicing for my Clara audition." "Well, I hope you don't have your heart set on getting it." "What am I doing wrong?" "Well, those pirouettes need work, and someone higher extensions would give the whole thing a face-lift. And don't get me started on your face." And that's how it started. Her training me in the alley. Eventually, she got a job at the studio where I danced, and when I made into NYC ballet, she became a ballet mistress there. And she still works one on one with me. I could stand in that shower daydreaming for longer, but I almost fall. The soap has rinsed off my body, and us making its way to the drain. And leaving a very slippery trail behind it. That's enough shower for today. I get out, dry myself, and put on clean sweatpants. I walk to my couch and, well, try to put on an episode of keeping up with the Kardashians. I despise Kim as a parent, but that show is mind numbing, in a good way. I don't want to think today. But before I even get to Hulu, my phone buzzes. It's my best friend, Bella. She has to remind me what happened today. "Are you OK, considering eveything?" It's nice she's checking in, but I don't want to be reminded of him. Well, I am, but reminded of what happened to him today. "Bella, I'd rather not talk about it." That was a little harsh, but I click send before I can think twice. She doesn't say anything back. Good. I just want to watch my show. But before I can get to Hulu, something much more interesting catches my eye. ABC News is on, probably from when I was getting ready this morning. It's too quiet here, ever since he left, so the TV is on all day to fill the silence. I don't even like news, but I just want to hear someone's voice. I need to get out there again. I hate being alone, but all I want is him. Well, supposedly, until now. The screen changes from the regular lady to a high tech room, well a high tech gym. But it's not the gym that catches my attention, but the people in it. A man with a Russian accent is in there, talking about heavyweight psi's, but I'm not paying attention to him. Slightly in front of me, is a tall, muscular man, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He's staring blankly ahead. But there's something odd about him. A lot of the guys in my ballet classes are muscular, but they don't make me feel this way. I want this guy to come to America. I want to meet him. That blank face is just a guise boxers use to look tough. I want to know him.

#ivan drago #rocky balboa #ballet #love #forbidden romance #russia