#i need to be allowed to fall apart and have someone else pick up where i leave off for once.

[inkbybambi]

best friend!simon riley picking you up from a bad date —

words: 2.2k rating: nothing explicit apart from a brief mention of sex, just some light angst and comfort. my blog is 18+ so minors please dni. warning: hurt/comfort, fluff, pet names, insecurity/doubt/worry, mentions of sex, simon is the softie we all know he is notes: originally written for @ghosts-cyphera ♡ we all need a bestfriend!simon in our lives who's so sweet and gentle with us.

one thing you love about simon — besides everything — is how reliable he is. strong, steadfast, there when you need him. even when he’s not physically there — his work taking him away for weeks or even months at a time — you find yourself reading over the messages he’s sent, the little sticky notes he’s left, whatever memento you’ve kept of him tucked away in the drawer in your bedside table.

not that you’ll tell him that.

you hate asking him for favors — asking anyone for favors, really, but him especially. whenever you ask someone for help, it's always accompanied by a long-suffering sigh or a roll of the eyes or some very clear indication that they'd rather do anything else.

except for simon.

which is why you're hesitant to ask him more than you absolutely need to. you don't want to push your luck too far, less he eventually tires of you as well.

losing people hurts, always assuming it's you that caused the problem. you've come to accept this, even if the dark feelings of being too much or a burden claw at the edges of your mind.

but losing simon? you don't think you'd ever get over that.

it's just after 9pm, the sky dark and clouds threatening, with thunder rumbling steadily in the sky. your hand shakes as you fumble your phone from your pocket, trying to hold your tears at bay as you scroll through your contacts.

your call log is all simon.

some appointments here and there, but simon everywhere else.

fuck.

you hiccup, the tears spilling from your eyes as the sky finally opens up, joining you in your mourning.

you don't have any other choice, really, so you click his number before you can talk yourself out of it and walk home instead, bringing it up to your ear as it rings.

he answers before the third ring.

"i'm so sorry to bother you," you sniffle into the phone, before he has a chance to say anything. you take in a sharp breath, blood turning to ice. "am i bothering you?" you sound so meek and small and tired.

“no, dove, you’re not,” comes his calm, reassuring voice. you’re only half-convinced.

"i'm sorry," you begin again. your heart falls to your stomach, convincing yourself that this is his final straw. you're overtaken by a wave of nausea, despite not having eaten anything since lunch. "i didn't know who else to call, and i lost my tram pass, and i don't have an umbrella, and — "

“dove,” he says, his accent soothing to your ears — he's so endlessly patient and kind. you ache.

"i can just walk home, i-i'm sorry," you whimper out, unable to stop the tears blurring your vision, feeling pathetic and weak and so, so alone.

“darling,” he says, a little stern. not angry, never angry. trying to focus you. “what’s wrong?”

“u-um, my date stood me up,” you sniff, swallowing hard. "i waited an hour," you mumble, looking to your shoes. "messaged him too, y'know. but he just. didn't show."

you think you hear simon curse over the line and your heart lurches, feeling like you're about to be sick.

“where are you?”

there's a rustle of fabric, the clink of keys, the heel of his boot walking across his floor. you manage to tell him the name of the restaurant, voice cracking.

“twenty minutes,” he says, and you’re about to protest but he beats you to it. “sit there and be good and patient and i’ll pick you up, yeah?”

"okay," you whisper in agreement, before the line clicks dead and you allow yourself to cry, huddling under the awning as some protection from the rain, now coming down in thick, sharp waves.

thirteen minutes later, the headlights of his truck shine through the dark, pulling up to the curb. you make a mad dash for the passenger door, still getting drenched in the process.

you can't even look at him, hands shaking as you buckle the belt, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

he says your name gently. you take in a shuddering breath and let it out just as shaky, looking over towards him. he's wearing his balaclava, but his eyes — even in the dark, you can make out his beautiful eyes. assessing you, worrying.

"i'm sorry," you croak out. you can't help it. it's burned into your tongue, driven into your mind to make him understand you didn't want to bother him. he doesn't have to forgive you, but as long as he knows, that's enough.

"love," he says, and there's... something in his voice, as he reaches over for your hand, holding it gently in his own. his eyes never leave yours. "'m never gonna be mad about you askin' for help." your eyes flit away, but he squeezes your hand and you reluctantly look back. "you know me better than that," he says, as if he can read the treacherous thoughts swirling in your head, drowning you and making it hard to breathe.

you can only nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. he hums, bringing the back of your hand up to graze his covered lips over the back, pulling out to drive you back.

"this is your flat," you say, fifteen minutes later as he shuts the car off. you were too busy looking at the window, watching the rain drops race down the glass, to notice that he wasn't driving the familiar route to your place.

"yes," he replies, as if it's obvious he'd bring you here. "you really think i'd let you stay home alone?"

his eyes are so fucking bright. it startles you, and you hate how your heart twists and thumps at how intently he's looking.

"i..." you start, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment. his eyes flicker to your lips, snapping away just as quick. "i was gonna eat ice cream and drink shitty, cheap wine," you say.

"as if i don't have either of those things here," he replies, opening the door and effectively ending the conversation. you scramble after him, eager to be inside in the warmth and burrow yourself into his couch.

"go get changed," he says, voice clear as he removes the balaclava and bends to untie his shoes.

you hesitate for a second, until he looks up to you and there's that something lingering in his gaze — the same something that was in his voice.

"go on now," he repeats, softer, and you ditch your shoes and your uncomfortably wet jacket by his.

his flat is as familiar as your own — you could walk through it blindfolded at night and you wouldn't knock into a single thing.

well.

you might knock into a corner or two, but that's not a vision thing. it's a you're a bit clumsy thing. simon finds it endlessly amusing, poking at the bruises that blossom on your skin while you bat his hand away.

his bedroom is familiar as well. which is why you don't think twice before you're shimmying out of your clothes — undergarments as well — and rifling through his drawers, finding your favorite shirt of his and a pair of his boxers.

you take a moment to smell the collar, taking comfort in the scent that lingers. you’ve been dressed in his clothes many times before this but it feels different this time.

as you pad back out to the living room, simon’s already on the couch. your favorite blanket is draped across his lap, two bowls of ice cream and a bottle of cheap wine sitting open, glasses filled far more than you would’ve. but you’ll indulge him, mostly because you have the sneaking suspicion that he’ll have you sleep here anyways.

his balaclava is off. the last dregs of tension drain from you as he looks over to you, face soft in the lowlight of the lamp, tv already ready with a show you’ve watched a thousand times that he watches with you without complaint.

“knew you’d choose that one,” he says with a bit of a smirk as you crawl on the couch, burrowing yourself into his side, his arm slinging across the back of the cushion.

“am i that predictable?” you mumble, a small ‘thank you’ as he hands you a bowl.

he doesn’t answer, but you feel the burn of his stare before he snorts, flicking the tv to start playing, the familiar theme relaxing you further.

the silence with him is comfortable, lingering in a hazy in-between of awake and sleep, empty bowls and mostly empty glasses sitting on the coffee table.

“were you going to fuck him?” he asks, three episodes in, bottle empty.

you blink, not sure if you heard him properly as you pull back to look at him. you can’t read his eyes. something hot twists in your gut.

“i-i don’t know, simon,” you start, the weight of his stare heavy. “maybe?”

he doesn’t say anything and you chew your lip for a moment, fingers curling to play with the blanket. “depends how the date went, i suppose. doesn’t matter much now,” you snort. his gaze hasn’t changed. “why?”

his jaw clicks, taking a deep breath. “you deserve better ‘n that.”

a confused frown pulls at your mouth, unsure how to reply. “i know how to be safe,” you tell him, voice soft.

he seems to be weighing his words in his head, lowering the volume of the show. you feel sick.

dark eyes rove over your face, taking in every minute detail. you bite at your nail, just for something to do.

“don’t think there’s a bloke in the world that’s worthy of ya.”

your frown deepens, breaking your eyes from his, twisting your fingers in your lap. relationships aren’t easy. being that vulnerable with someone isn’t easy.

you never want someone to pay for you, and even the smallest gestures like opening the car door or pulling out your chair feel like it’s too much. you don’t deserve that kind of attention. after a while, they’ll get tired. you’ll become a burden to them like everything else in your life.

it’s easier to be by yourself. the only person you have to worry about bothering is you.

“love.” he tilts his head, eyes trying to catch yours. how hasn’t he tired of you yet?

a hand under your chin forces your gaze up, and you try to shrink yourself against the back of the couch. your voice catches in your throat, words stuck there.

“what’s goin’ on in tha’ pretty head f’yours?”

you swallow thickly, finding it damn near impossible to keep your eyes on his.

“‘s not like it matters,” you start. his brows furrow, but he stays silent. “no one would want me anyways.”

“‘n why would you say that?”

frustration burns the back of your throat. isn’t it obvious? you can barely call him in a dire situation without thinking the worst of yourself. how can he think of you as anything but a nuisance? how could he think anyone else would put up with it?

“you wouldn’t understand,” you say, defeated. you crumble back into the couch.

“make me understand.”

heat flashes at the nape of your neck. he takes your hands in his, cradling them in his warmth. your name sounds so soft in his voice.

“how aren’t you tired of me?” comes your whispered question, nose tingling and eyes threatening to water. you look at him. hesitant. scared.

the silence is loud. his frown deepens. it takes a few painful minutes, but you see the moment something clicks in place.

“you know i’d do anything for you, yeah?”

your lip quivers, sniffling as you beg yourself not to cry.

“because you do the same for me,” he continues. you doubt it, mind going blank of every time he’s come to you for something.

his touch moves to your elbow, tugging you forward gently until he can arrange you in his lap. he slips his hands beneath the hem of his shirt, thumbs rubbing on your hips where the waistband of his boxers start.

you slowly brace your hands on his shoulders. firm and broad and safe.

“you apologize so much. you worry so much.” the tears slip down your cheeks, throat aching, but now you can’t look away from him. one hand moves to cup the nape of your neck, thumb rubbing gently at the skin behind your ear.

“you’re allowed to ask for help.”

you shake your head, a “no” caught in your throat, tears blurring your vision.

“oh, love.” he cradles you into the curve of his neck, arm wrapping around your waist and keeping a gentle hold at the base of your skull. “you have me wrapped around your finger ‘n you don’t even know it.”

he lets you cry into his neck, dampening the collar of his shirt. but his cologne is soothing and you eventually slump against him. you’re so tired.

his lips graze your temple, his soft touch lulling you to sleep. you’ll talk about it tomorrow, but for now you want to stay wrapped up in his arms, held by someone who genuinely loves you.

#ink by bambi #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley/reader #simon riley/you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley hurt/comfort #simon riley fluff #ghost fluff #ghost imagine #modern warfare imagine

[literaryavenger]

Back To You - Steve Rogers

Summary: You've always been there for Steve, and now you're watching him go back to the girl he always wanted.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Maybe language. Fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: This was supposed to be a Reader x Steve story, but I was too tempted to make reader end up with Bucky. So I decided to make two separate endings, the original with Steve and an alternate one where she ends with Bucky, if only for @ordelixx who gave me the idea. I'd also like to thank @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for the idea and for helping me write about other characters.

Masterlist

You know what’s about to happen. You know he’s gonna leave, you know he’s not gonna come back, you know you’ll never see him again.

You know he’s gonna try to have the life he always wanted with the girl he always wanted. The girl he loves.

And that girl is not you.

You watch him as he says goodbye to Bucky, you know he knows as well as you do that his best friend isn’t coming back.

Then Steve turns to you and you try your best to smile.

“I wish I had met you earlier.” he whispers as he kisses you on the forehead and you know in that instant this is really goodbye.

You smile and nod, not being able to get a word out, willing yourself not to cry.

He walks onto the platform and soon he’s gone.

You’ve been by Steve’s side ever since he came back from the ice. You were the agent assigned to watch over him, you were there when he woke up and had to run after him when he freaked out.

You were there during the battle of New York, during the fall of Shield in DC, during the whole Ultron incident and in Lagos.

You were on his side for the Accords, and you were by his side in London as he said goodbye to the love of his life. 

You were there with him and Sam in Romania to try and help Bucky, you were arrested with them and then helped fight the Winter Soldier, yet again.

You were on his side to fight against Tony and the rest of the Avengers, you got arrested again and were broken out of the Raft by him.

You spent two years on the run with him, and fought next to him in Wakanda.

You watched his dumb ass try to fight Thanos barehanded and you were quickly knocked down when you tried to help him.

You snapped like half the universe and apparently lost 5 years of your life. You came back, thanks to him, and fought against Thanos one last time.

And now you're watching him leave.

You were there to help him get accustomed to the 21st century, you were there for him on sleepless nights.

You were there for him as he cried for his lost friends, his lost love and his lost life. He always came to you when he needed to talk, to be held, help sleeping and even advise.

And you were always there for him, falling in love little by little against your better judgement.

You’re brought back to the present as you hear Sam freaking out on Bruce because Steve missed his mark and didn’t come back.

You look at Bucky and you both know what this means. He gives you a sympathetic smile and you try to give a smile back but fail.

You look away from him and take a deep breath. You turn around and start walking away.

You’re done here, and about to break down. Something you never allowed yourself to do in front of anybody, with the exception of Steve.

And now he’s gone.

You get in your car and quickly drive away, not looking back. You drive straight to Steve’s apartment.

You’ve been staying there since you came back while the compound gets fixed since your old apartment has been someone else’s home for the past 5 years.

Five years. That’s how long you’ve been gone. That’s how much of life you’ve missed. 

And now you’re left to pick up the pieces of your life by yourself, along with your broken heart.

If you were completely honest with yourself you always knew it wouldn’t have worked with Steve. You’ve never thought you were remotely good enough for him, and that was before even comparing yourself to Peggy. 

There was no doubt in your mind that she was Steve’s soulmate, and you’ve talked about her enough times to know he thought the same.

- Original Ending   -

You’re taken out of your thoughts by a knock on your door. You frown and cautiously walk to it, picking up your gun from its hiding place under the coffee table.

It’s probably nothing but better safe than sorry, right?

You take a peek from the peephole and frown even more when you see that whoever’s on the other side of the door covered it.

You ready your gun and take a deep breath, your hand on the doorknob. You open and lose no time pointing right in front of you, but you almost drop your gun along with your jaw when you see who’s standing there.

You almost feel like you’re dreaming so you pinch yourself, which makes him laugh and when that sound hits your ears you know you’re not hallucinating either.

Steve Rogers, the same face you’ve always known, standing right in front of you.

For a moment neither of you say anything, then he decides that maybe you’re too in shock to talk so he breaks the silence. 

“I’ve never knocked on my own door before. That was a wild ride.” He laughs again and at the sound you can’t help but let the tears you’ve been trying so hard to keep in fall.

The moment he sees the first tear Steve’s face falls and then he’s wrapping his arms around you, your face buried in his chest.

You slowly bring your own arms to wrap around his waist, almost worried that if you make any sudden moves he’s gonna disappear.

Once your arms are around him too, you realize it’s all real and he’s actually there and you let yourself go, crying your eyes out and clinging to him.

Suddenly, he picks you up and you hang onto him for dear life as he carries you back inside the apartment, closing the front door and then goes to sit on the couch with a still crying you on his lap.

He does nothing more than run his hand through your hair, rubbing your back with the other and letting you get it all out.

After a few minutes you start to calm down and finally get your voice back. “I thought you were gone forever.”

Of all the reactions he could’ve had, he surprises you with the only one you don't expect by chuckling. “You never were very patient, were you, sweetheart?”

You look up at him and frown, sniffling and softly say “What do you mean? You were gone… Bruce said you missed your mark.”

He nods and wipes away the rest of your tears while he talks. “I did. I put the wrong time by mistake. You know me and technology.”

“But… You and Peggy…” your frown is still in place, just not being able to believe that he came back.

Did you read the signs wrong? Was he always planning on coming back? Almost like he can read your mind, he starts giving you some answers, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Once I was done returning the stones, I knew I had a chance to go back to the 40s and I was gonna take it. I thought I wanted to take it. But I couldn’t.”

“Why not?” You ask in a whisper.

“Because of you, doll.” He says without missing a beat with a sweet smile. “All I could think about was you. Your smile, your laugh, your strength. The way you tried so hard to be happy for me even though you thought I was leaving forever. The mere thought of not seeing you, not talking to you, not having you by my side, it killed me.”

You’re almost crying again, but you make yourself talk, needing clarification, your voice still quiet. “What are you saying, Steve?”

“I’m saying, there is no me and Peggy. It’s me and you. It’s been me and you from day one.” He takes your face in his hands and leans in more, your faces only inches apart. “And I’m an idiot for taking this long to figure it out. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Can you forgive me?”

You swallow down the tears threatening to fall again and waste no time before nodding, maybe a little too eagerly but you don’t really care, and he doesn’t seem to mind either judging by his smile.

“I forgive you, Steve.” The words are barely out of your mouth before Steve is leaning in the rest of the way and kissing you.

You kiss back without thinking twice about it and after a few seconds you pull back, big goofy smiles on both your faces.

You spent the rest of the afternoon like this, cuddling and talking and just enjoying each other’s company.

You didn’t do much, it wasn’t much different from the endless number of days you spent together, but you couldn’t help but feel like this was the best day of your life.

And even if you didn’t know it, Steve was thinking the exact same thing.

After all, what is better than spending the day cuddling with the girl he always needed? The girl he loves.

And that girl is you.

- Alternative Ending    - 

You’re taken out of your thoughts by a knock on your door. You frown and cautiously walk to it, picking up your gun from its hiding place under the coffee table.

It’s probably nothing but better safe than sorry, right?

You take a peek from the peephole and immediately roll your eyes, lowering your gun while opening the door.

“I guess you weren’t expecting company.” Bucky says, more amused than anything when he sees the gun in your hand.

You make no attempt to try and hide your annoyance as you roll your eyes again. “What are you doing here, Barnes?”

It’s not that you don’t like Bucky, you just don’t know him all that well if not only thanks to the stories Steve shared of him in the 40s.

“I thought I’d make sure you were okay. You ran out of there pretty fast.”

“Yeah, well, he’s gone. It’s a done deal, don’t see why I had to stick around.” You say crossing your arms defensively. 

Bucky doesn’t seem to mind your response as he simply leans on the doorway and keeps talking. “He was disappointed not to see you.”

You frown, beyond confused by a single and simple sentence. Bucky smiles and elaborates. “He lived a life. And he’s old now, but still alive.”

“Oh.” is all you can say. Steve old? You can’t even imagine it.

“He gave the shield to Sam.” Bucky continues, just making conversation.

“Really? I would’ve thought he’d give it to you if he had to choose.” Bucky frowns a little and tilts his head, seeming genuinely confused.

“Why would he give it to me?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, you were his best friend, you’re a supersoldier. I guess I just assumed.”

“None of that matters, Sam is a good man. He deserves it.” He argues, then quickly adds. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

You grin and nod, then say. “For what it’s worth you’re a good man too, Bucky. Steve thought the world of you, trust me. He never stopped thinking highly of you.”

That was nothing more than a simple reassurance for you, but for Bucky it was so much more than that.

He knew you were talking about his time as the Winter Soldier. You were telling him that, even knowing about all that, Steve never let that influence his opinion of his former best friend. He still knew who Bucky was, deep down.

Bucky never heard words like that coming from anyone that’s not Steve, and you said it so casually, like you really believe it and to you it’s no big deal to just say it.

But for him, it was everything.

You didn’t know it then, but that was the moment Bucky started falling for you.

“Why are you checking up on me, Bucky? Really?” You say after a moment, breaking the silence that fell between you.

“Steve made me promise to take care of you before he left.” He said simply.

Bucky didn’t know it then, but that was the moment your heart broke completely.

You managed to keep yourself from breaking right then and there, but Bucky could see that something was wrong.

He didn’t push it though, making conversation a little more before saying goodbye with the promise that he’d be back the next day.

And that’s what he did.

In fact, he came back everyday, no matter what, to check on you.

It started out as quick visits where he wouldn’t even enter the door, then you started inviting him in for coffee because you felt bad he came to Steve’s apartment everyday, always refusing to let you meet him somewhere else. 

After a while you started inviting him for meals, to watch a movie or just to hang out.

You almost didn’t know how, but at one point you started to really look forward to Bucky’s visits everyday, getting excited every time he knocked on the door.

It was the best part of your day, really.

You knew Bucky felt the same, it was like you both knew what was slowly happening between you and you had a silent understanding not to discuss it.

You also never discussed your feelings for Steve, but you felt like Bucky somehow knew nonetheless. 

But the more time you spent with Bucky the more those feelings seemed to fade.

You still loved Steve, still missed him, you could feel yourself letting go of him with every time you spent time with Bucky, every time he made you laugh, every time your hands would accidentally touch.

You could feel yourself falling in love with Bucky and, this time, it felt right. This time you didn’t even try to stop it. 

And it seemed like Bucky felt the same way.

Time after time he became more bold with his flirting, with physical touch, until eventually he was shamelessly hitting on you and cuddling you every time he could.

And, when you made no attempt whatsoever to stop him, it was the only signal he needed to keep going.

One day, after about a year of his daily visits, he couldn’t hold back anymore and kissed you, overjoyed when you kissed him back. He asked you out right after and you didn’t hesitate to say yes.

It was the best first date of your life, but to be fair you’d been hanging out and basically dating for almost a year, so it felt simple. Effortless and uncomplicated. 

It was everything both of you needed. Your feelings for Steve were almost gone now, which is why you couldn’t even begin to explain what happened yesterday.

You were out with Bucky, hand in hand as you walked around the park, just enjoying the sunshine, when you could swear you saw Steve, not old Steve but your Steve, just standing there, looking at you and Bucky.

It was for a second, you merely glanced in his direction and by the time you turned back he was gone. 

Bucky didn’t notice anything, if not only the way you tensed and stopped in your tracks.

You thought about telling him what you thought you saw, but even you knew how crazy you would’ve sounded. So you said nothing and shrugged it off.

Because it was nothing.

Right? 

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[coryosmin]

Ooooooo!!!! Could u do SnowJanus x Jealous Reader where someone was flirting with both boys and she gets upset and they notice so show her who they belong to with some smut🤭🤭

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nsfw | mdni (in a world where sej goes to the university giggles), illusions to smut

you guys were at a party for the university. dr gaul was celebrating the accomplishments of her students and therefore, coryo was required to attend. and being his girlfriend, you attended alongside your other boyfriend, Sejanus. coryo and sej were talking to people within the event, all important people of course. and as they did so, one of coryo’s fellow classmates who’s also studying under dr gaul began to very clearly flirt with both sej and coryo.

she was gripped their arms, laughing too hard at their jokes. you could help but frown. only you could do that to your boys. they’re only yours after all. you were definitely jealous.

so later on, when the three of you went home to your shared apartment, you were grumpy. you weren’t sure if they picked up on it or not, talking amongst the themselves about the people they’ve met at the party. you didn’t speak as sejanus unlocked the apartment. you walked in first, immediately going to the bedroom and closing the door behind you.

which definitely caused them to be concerned. sejanus frowned but offered to coryo that maybe you were just overwhelmed and needed time to yourself. but coryo shook his head, exclaiming that you seemed upset. so they walked into the bedroom as well, seeing you stripping out of your dress. you were wearing a pastel pink lingerie set, one that coryo had gifted out a few days ago.

“darling,” coryo spoke softly, walking up to you. you were struggling with the zipper of your dress so coryo unzipped it for you, letting the material fall onto the floor. “what’s wrong?” he asked, bringing his hands up to undo your necklaces.

you had a pout on your lips as sejanus walked into the room as well. he moved to stand in front of you. “did we do something to upset you?”

you couldn’t help rolling your eyes. “yes.” you admitted. because ultimately, communication is huge in a relationship, especially one where three people are involved.

coryo finished undoing your necklaces, gently taking them off of your neck as he brought them over to your jewelry box, putting them away. he walked back over to you, wrapped his arms around your waist. “what did we do, darling?” he murmured, press in a kiss to your shoulder.

you frowned, still pouting. “allowed some girl to flirt with the both of you.” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed by how jealous you are. maybe it’s because now they’re both doing on you. sejanus had wrapped his arms around your waist as well, hugging you from the front as coryo and sej intertwined their arms together.

“we allowed some girl to flirt with us?” sej asked into your ear. “what makes you say that?” he asked, looking into your eyes.

“that girl that coryo works with in dr. gaul’s lab,” you spoke more clearly. “she was all over the both of you, laughing at your stupid jokes that really weren’t that funny. it-she wanted you.” you explained, furrowing your eyebrows. “only i can have you.” you added quietly.

coriolanus chuckled in your ear, unable to help himself. “sej, isn’t she so cute?” he teased, looking at his boyfriend. “she’s jealous.”

sej gave coryo a sharp look, narrowing his eyes at the blond. “don’t tease her, coryo. she’s genuinely upset.” he exclaimed, moving his gaze back onto you. “princess, you have nothing to worry about. we only want you.”

coryo hummed, nodding his head as he pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. “i could only ever imagine myself with you and sej. everyone else is beneath me, darling.” he murmured into your ear.

the two men pulled away from you slightly, enough to look at you fully. their arms left your body. and coryo moved to stand next to sej. “should we show you that we belong to you?”

you nodded your head. sej and coryo each took one of your hands, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. and as soon as you sat down, coryo got on his knees in front of you. “we’re gonna make you feel so good, darling. so good that you’ll have no doubts in your mind that we are wholeheartedly belonging to you.” he murmured, pressing kisses along your upper leg and thigh.

sejanus positioned himself behind you, pressing your back against his chest. “yes, we’re going to make you feel fantastic, princess. we could never belong to anyone but you.”

and that night, they indeed showed you that they belong to only you and no one else.

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #minsasks #coriolanus snow #fanfic #coriolanus snow x reader #thg tbosas #thg #tbosas #coriolanus x you x sejanus #sejanus plinth x fem!reader #sejanus plinth smut #sejanus plinth x reader #coriolanus x sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth #snowjanus smut #snowjanus x reader #snowjanus #🐍 anon #🐍

[ggukiepie]

the agreement (drabble i)

pairing: jungkook x fem. oc

tags: smut, fluff, college!au, fuckboy!jk, this is a flashback !!!! how it all began for our ooyg couple <3, mentions of cheating (brief)

warnings: kissing, fingering, a lil bit of breast play, protected sex, missionary, oral, multiple orgasms

word count: 5k

a/n: surprise !!! wrote this way long ago, here we get a glimpse of oc and jk's dynamic as friends <33 enjoy ! can be read as a standalone / part 1 / part 2

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Jihyo forced all of you to have a picnic—to sit on the grass and not at some table like you all usually do. Especially since midterms just ended. Said everyone needs a little breather, some change of scenery. She assigned things to bring. Said she wants to have a picnic for the vibes. Or the aesthetic. You're not really sure but you comply nonetheless (and Mingyu threatened all of you to bring the stuff you're assigned to bring, or else you're not allowed in his car anymore). You think she's doing something cutesy like this because you all haven't seen each other in a while, been so swamped with exams and projects to submit.

You're sitting on a red and white picnic blanket—brought by Jihyo of course—enjoying the food brought by Jimin and Jungkook. It's just take out, really, but it's the effort those two boys did that make it a little special. You're in charge of the dessert and you can't wait to eat the cookies you baked.

You're wearing a dress to complete the vibes, one with a floral design and a sweetheart neckline. It doesn't really differ from your usual outfits but you don't mind. You feel the sun shining down on your shoulders as you're listening to Jungkook and Mingyu bicker about who's turn it is to wash the dishes.

"Stop fighting!" Jihyo finally says as the two start picking the pepperoni off the pizza and are chucking it at each other. Jihyo's not really mad because you can see she's trying not to smile, not to laugh, too enamored with Mingyu. They recently had just gotten together so they're still in the honeymoon stage. But you think they're endgame and will be like that forever. You wish you had a love like that. You're not looking for it now though, you know it'll come at the right time.

What stops Mingyu and Jungkook bickering is Jimin shouting that it's time for dessert. You laugh at your friends as they all make a grab for the tupperwares where your baked goodies are. You make good cookies. It's one thing you're proud of. You've made enough for everyone so you remind them of that. Still, it doesn't stop Jungkook and Jihyo from fighting over the last cookie. You only have a small piece for yourself. You have some extra back at your place, for you and for a certain someone who always asks for extra.

"You have more right?" Jungkook whispers from beside you. The others are busy eating and chatting away so they don't hear you both.

You smile and nod your head, too shy to say anything. You've always been like that with Jungkook—shy and speechless. Caught off guard. Even though you've been friends for a year and he's been nothing but nice to you. It's just the natural charm he has, which is why he has a lot of girls falling for him. You get them, even though you don't feel the same way.

Jungkook and you aren't as close as he is with Mingyu. But you're close enough that it's not weird to walk to class with him alone, or to grab coffee together before meeting up with your other friends.

Or for him to follow you right back to your apartment, trailing behind you like a puppy because he wants some cookies to take home.

"You going to the party later?" Jungkook asks as you're putting cookies in a ziplock bag.

"Mhm," you hum. "Not like I got a choice. Jimin said we all had to go or he'll leave the group chat."

Jungkook laughs with you. Jimin is dramatic like that but you both know he never means his threats.

"I can pick you up? I'll be in the area later anyway."

You laugh and roll your eyes at him. "Got another date, huh?"

Jungkook has the audacity to look shy, hand coming to scratch the back of his neck as he thinks of what to say.

"You know I don't date. But yeah, got some thing with some girl. She's in that English class we have together."

You hum in acknowledgment. You don't know which girl he's talking about but it's typical of Jungkook to say something of the sort. You all know he doesn't date. Doesn't believe in love or whatever. You're not really sure. But that's Jungkook and you all love him nonetheless. He's caring and observant, always looking out for his friends, but every boy must have a flaw.

His is not believing in love. You think it's a flaw because you do believe in love and believe that everyone is supposed to experience it. Not platonic love. Romantic love. Butterflies in your tummy, hand holding. All that shit.

Eventually Jungkook leaves your apartment with a ziplock full of cookies. He hugs you before you go which leaves you a little flustered, even though he says hello and goodbye with a hug always. He's cute, you can't help it.

You clean your apartment the whole afternoon, then study with the remaining time you have left while having dinner at the same time. Jungkook says he'll pick you up at 10pm and he's a pretty punctual person. You have an hour to get ready and you do just that. You think you've worn too many floral dresses this week so you change it up a bit by wearing jeans and a cute flowy top. It's still you, so you're happy.

You hear a knock on the door and open it right away, getting a little breathless at the sight in front of you. Jungkook's in all black, as usual, and he unbuttoned his polo almost halfway so you get a good view of his chest.

"Hi," he greets, leaning in automatically to hug you. He smells like fresh laundry with a hint of vanilla perfume. It's probably from the girl he was with earlier.

"Hey," you greet back.

"Ready to go?" he asks. You nod your head and lock your door. You notice him looking you up and down so you furrow your brows, suddenly conscious with what you're wearing.

"Is there something wrong, Kook?"

Jungkook seems to snap out of whatever thought he's in as he shakes his head. "No," he laughs. "Just noticed you're not wearing one of your usual dresses."

"Oh," you simply say. You feel your cheeks heating and there's nothing you can do to stop it. "Just wanted something different for tonight."

"It's nice," he says quietly, hands in his pockets as you both make your way to the party. Jungkook switches sides with you on the sidewalk, makes sure he's walking on the outside. It's a sweet gesture. It's something he always does so you're not phased.

The party is in full swing, loud music playing and people are already drunk. Jungkook doesn't leave your side till you see your other friends. You're three shots in when you finally spot Jimin.

"Hi!" Jimin slurs as he makes his way to you and Jungkook, pulling you both in for a hug. He smells like tequila and you can't help but cringe. "You guys are here!"

The three of you take another shot, per Jimin's request, before he drags you to the other side of the house to meet his friends. You lose sight of Jungkook after that. You don't really mind because you're having fun, dancing with Jihyo, playing beer pong with her, Mingyu and Jimin.

The fun lasts till you bump into Eunwoo.

See, you and Eunwoo dated for a while. Probably just for three months. He was such a gentleman, so sweet and caring, that you were absolutely blindsided when he decided to break things off.

It's been a month since then. You're kind of over it, but it's pretty hard to get over a guy like Eunwoo. Still, he walks up to you the moment he spots you in the crowded room. Makes some small talk. Stands too close.

"How are you doing lately?" He has to lean in to speak and you can't help but feel flustered.

"Been okay," you say simply. Don't want to update him about your life anymore. There's not really a point.

"Listen—" he starts to say.

"Babe!"

You take a step back in surprise, the voice is high pitched and shrilly and you don't recognize who it is. A pretty blonde girl walks up to Eunwoo, wraps her arms around his shoulders and plants a big fat kiss on his cheeks.

"Been looking everywhere for you," she purrs.

"Just talking to an old friend," Eunwoo says, and the girl finally looks at you.

"Oh, hi!" she slurs. Can smell the alcohol right off her. "Didn't see you there. My name's Binna, I'm Eunwoos' girlfriend." She sticks her hand out and you shake it, trying not to let your eyebrows raise in surprise. It's the fact she didn't ask for your name which puts you off.

"We've been dating for two months now," she continues to say.

Okay, now your eyebrows raise in surprise. Well. You know what that means and suddenly you can't breathe, chest constricting and hands turning clammy. You say a quick goodbye and run off to the other side of the house. You try to look for a room that's not locked nor occupied.

You and Eunwoo broke up. It's been a month. He's had a girlfriend for two months. Do the math. Do the math. Do the math.

Maybe Jungkook's right. Maybe love isn't real.

"Ugh," you groan, barging into a tiny and dark room. There are washing machines on one side and dryers in another. The silence helps you calm your nerves a little bit.

You weren't that upset over the break up, but now you kinda are. Can't believe you weren't good enough for Eunwoo. Can't believe he cheated on you. Can't believe you didn't notice it. Didn't even have a gut feeling.

"Okay," you say to yourself. "It's okay. Life goes on. He wasn't the one and that's okay." You down the drink you've been holding and cringe at the strongness of the alcohol. Mingyu makes the worst drinks, but it does the job.

Your peace is interrupted when the door to the laundry room suddenly opens, makes a loud sound as it slams against the wall, and in comes Jungkook.

He doesn't see you so he literally crashes into you since he's running inside the room. You would've fallen were it not for his quick reflexes, one hand going around your waist and the other behind your head to save you from bumping into anything.

"What the fuck, Jungkook?" you almost scream.

"What the heck are you doing here?" he says right back.

It's silent for a moment as you both look at each other. Eventually, you roll your eyes and step away from his hold, choosing to lean on one of the washing machines. "Long fucking story."

You watch him as he hops up to sit on one of the dryers. "Well, I've got time."

You look at him weirdly. "Why are you here anyway?"

He shrugs, swings his feet in the air. "Was running away from some girl. She was weird."

You laugh and shake your head. Typical Jungkook.

"And you?" he asks.

You sigh, looking down to pick at a loose thread of your top. "Bumped into Eunwoo. Met his girlfriend. They've been dating for two months."

"Oh," Jungkook breathes out. It's silent for a moment.

One, two, three, four, five, six—

"Oh?" he says again. "But you guys broke up last month?"

You look at him pointedly in reply, too scared to verbalize anything. He gets it though, could see the recognition on his face.

"Do you want me to punch him?"

You scrunch your nose in disgust. "Ew, no. Don't do that, Kook. I don't want to deal with him anymore. No point anyway."

"Cheating sucks," he mumbles. You nod in agreement. "S'why I don't date." It's a little tidbit he shares about himself and you try to mask your surprise. Jungkook doesn't share much about himself.

"Should probably do the same," you joke.

"But you always date," he laughs.

"I do not!"

"It's literally your thing!"

"Dating is not my thing, Jungkook!"

You bicker back and forth for a while, you don't even know what you're both talking about anymore. But laughing with Jungkook eases the heartache in your chest so you don't mind.

"I just think it'd be fun," he explains, "and it'll help you forget about that douchebag. I hope you don't think I'm forcing you. I'm really not," Jungkook explains, a smile gracing his face. "You don't even have to answer me right now. Or—"

"Let's do it," you say, interrupting Jungkook. His eyes widen and it makes you laugh. You don't think you've ever seen him look so caught off guard.

"Are you sure because—"

"Yes, Kook! Need some change in my life. Maybe I shouldn't date for a while. I've never done anything like this before, so I want to try." You nod to yourself in affirmation.

He shrugs at you. "It's just hooking up. No strings attached."

"No strings attached," you repeat. "Just a one time thing," you mumble as Jungkook walks to where you're standing.

"We can say stop anytime, ok?" Jungkook says. His lips are so close to yours that you can feel his breath. "Just tell me."

You nod your head in reply, too speechless and distracted by the fact that his lips are so close to yours. It feels so exhilarating, the thought of almost kissing someone like this. No romantic ties or whatsoever.

"Words, sweetheart."

"Yeah," you breathe out, licking your lips in anticipation.

"You're so cute," he giggles, leaning in even more to nudge his nose against yours.

"You gonna kiss me or what, Kook?" you complain instead, to hide the fluttering feeling of your chest.

"Are you that eager to kiss me?" he teases.

You've never talked to him this close, noses bumping into each other, lips so close you could feel it move when he talks. You don't sleep with people you're not in a relationship with, but you suppose now is a perfect time to do otherwise. Cheating does suck.

Jungkook finally leans in and presses his lips against yours. You shiver at first because the first thing you feel is the coldness of his lip rings. Then you shiver even more because his lips feel so damn soft against yours. You feel his tongue licking your lips, asking in silent permission to let him in, and you do so willingly without any fight in at all.

You hear him grunt against your mouth when you finally tangle your tongue with his, and you yelp in tiny surprise when he grips your waist and effortlessly lifts you up to sit you on the dryer behind. He shuffles between your legs and pushes himself closer to you if that's even possible. His hands start roaming your body—your legs, your waist, your back. You feel hot all over and you pull at his hair to try to ground yourself.

You can't help but pout when he leans back to take a breath of air, and you realize you're breathless as well. Jungkook laughs at your pouting form, mumbling a quiet cute which has you rolling your eyes at him again.

"You're so bratty," he laughs, his hands rubbing up and down your waist mindlessly. "Maybe next time I have to teach you a thing or two about having manners."

"Who says there's going to be a next time?" you joke, but you look Jungkook in the eyes and he looks serious.

It's his turn to roll his eyes. "Come here," he simply says, and you don't fight him anymore as he goes back to kissing you. You feel him tugging at your top. "Can I take this off, pretty?" he asks. You simply nod and he takes it off from you quickly, eyes blowing out at the sight of your bare chest.

"Wow," he breathes out.

"They're just tits, Kook," you simply say, but you can't help but feel your heart racing at the look he's giving you. Like he wants to eat you whole.

"But you have nice tits," he replies back, eyes not leaving your chest. You start getting self conscious all of a sudden, had never had a guy in this position stare at your body for this long. You start bringing your hands up to cover yourself.

"Hey," he tuts, frowning so heavily his cheeks are puffed out. "Don't need to hide. It's just me." He gently brings your hands down and smiles at you, which makes you giggle in return.

"Don't think we can take our time here though," you say after a while. "Has to be quick."

Jungkook nods to himself, picking up your discarded top only to put it back on you. You look at him confusingly. You thought he'd just agree to a quickie given the place you're both in.

"You're right," he says. "We can go to your place?" he asks you.

You're too stunned to speak so you nod your head and hop down from the dryer. Jungkook interlaces his fingers with yours and you both walk back into the party only to leave the house. You try to ignore the stares you're getting, or the people whispering to each other as you and Jungkook pass by them. You're glad you don't bump into your friends.

It's silent as you walk to your apartment, but it isn't awkward. You feel his thumb rubbing your hand in a comforting matter, and it erases all doubts you have in your head. You're just here to have fun.

Eventually you get inside your apartment and you squeal the moment the door closes behind you both, because Jungkook picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. Walks quickly to your bed and drops you on it, kneeling right between your legs.

"Hi," you breathe out.

"Hello to you too," he says with a playful glint in his eye. "Now where were we?"

"We stopped right here," you say, feeling brave all of a sudden as you remove your top and throw the clothing somewhere behind you.

Again, Jungkook stares at your chest and licks his lips. "Right," he whispers. Then he makes eye contact with you and the lust and desire is suddenly gone. "We can stop anytime, okay?" he repeats his statement from earlier. "Like just tell me anytime and—"

"I get it, Kook!" you laugh, moving your leg to nudge his ribs which makes him laugh as well. "I heard you the first time." You continue poking his tummy with your foot.

"Okay, okay!" He grabs your leg to stop it from moving, brings your foot in front of his face. "Even your feet are cute." Then in sheer horror, he places a tiny kiss on your big toe.

"What the fuck!" you scream, trying to get your foot out of his hold but he's too strong. "Do you have a foot fetish or something?" you say through your laughs.

He apologizes but he doesn't look sorry one bit.

"Can we fuck, Jungkook?" you whine.

"Okay!" He smiles at you as he leans over, saying nothing else as he finally kisses you again. His hand slithers up to cup your boob and your back automatically arches in response. Then Jungkook kisses your cheek, down your jaw to your neck, then encloses his lips around your nipple.

"Oh," you moan out. You tug his hair again—it helps keep you sane. "Feels good."

Jungkook continues sucking your nipple, his other hand playing with your neglected breast. "Gonna take the rest of your clothes off, okay?" he says against your skin.

"Please," you whimper.

He smiles at your pliant form. "Seems like you do have some manners."

You're too fucked out already to talk back, just simply watch him as he removes your jeans and underwear. He moves down the bed to be eye level with your cunt and places a gentle kiss on your clit.

"Kook," you whine. "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely," he mumbles. He flattens his tongue and licks from your hole up to your clit, enclosing his lips around your bundle of nerves and he sucks. Hard.

"That feels so good," you breathe out. You don't think a guy has ever given you oral this good. You might even pass out from the intense pleasure you're feeling. You get it now. You get why a lot of girls fall for him. Why a lot want to sleep with him. You don't care that in this moment, you're just like the rest of them.

(Or maybe you're not. Jungkook did say your friendship with him won't change.)

You feel him nibble slightly on your clit and it sends your eyes rolling back, hips meeting his mouth to practically hump his face.

"What the fuck," you moan out just as Jungkook slides one finger inside you, curling it instantly to look for the spot that'll drive you insane.

He finds it right away and you see stars. "Can I come?" you whisper. "Please, please." You don't care one bit that you sound so desperate right now, you just want to feel that release. Want to feel good. Want to let go.

Jungkook detaches his lips from your clit and smirks at you. "Go ahead, pretty girl. Want you to feel good."

You close your eyes and pull at his hair even harder. You're so close to climaxing that you barely hear Jungkook moaning.

"Fuck," you say out loud, finally reaching your release. You feel the pleasure at your center, then it spreads down to your legs and up to your arms, all the way up to your head that you feel a little dizzy. Jungkook doesn't stop fingering you, and you're not even embarrassed that you can hear how wet you are down there.

"Okay, okay," you finally whimper once you start feeling the oversensitivity. You nudge him with your foot and he places one last kiss on your cunt before sitting up.

"How was that?" he asks proudly. Were it not for the mind blowing orgasm you just received, you would've rolled your eyes at his smugness.

"Like I died and went straight to heaven," you hoarsely reply.

He rubs your leg soothingly. "Still wanna continue?"

You nod your head and he smiles at you, then starts removing his clothes. You watch him silently and thank yourself for saying yes, because what the fuck, Jungkook's built like a Greek god.

And his dick is so pretty, too. You don't think you've ever described a cock as pretty until today. It's thick and long, the tip just resting a little bit bellow his belly button. It's leaking a bit too, could already see the precum, and you rub your legs together at the thought that Jungkook found pleasure in eating you out.

He comes back to bed and places himself on top of you, muscled arms caging your face.

"You good, pretty?" he says while smiling down at you.

"Yeah," you breathe out, feeling his heavy cock resting on your thigh. "Wanna suck you, though."

Jungkook chuckles at you in reply, head bowing down to nip at your neck. "No can do, sweet girl. Gonna blow my load the moment you suck me. Swear."

You pout at him and are about to talk back when he cuts you off.

"I know you're pouting. It doesn't work if I don't see it," he says against your neck.

"Fine," you mumble and he laughs again, body so close to yours that you feel the rumble in his chest.

He presses his lips against yours once again. You're so lost in the kiss that you don't realize his hand has been sliding down your body, rubbing your clit gently only to insert two fingers inside you.

"Kook," you moan against his lips.

"Just wanna make sure you're stretched out enough."

You're getting so close to climaxing again, but it feels like Jungkook already knows your body so well. He withdraws your fingers right when you're about to come. Even has the audacity to look cheeky when you huff at the loss of his fingers. You watch him get a condom from the back pocket of his jeans as you catch your breath. He rolls it on his cock before joining you in bed again, and you easily part your legs for him.

"Gonna go slow, okay?" He brings a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "If it's too much, just tell me."

"Okay," you simply say, and he starts pushing his cock inside you. It's a tight fit, that you can tell, especially the head as it's the biggest part. God, he's so big. But you take it like a champ anyway, try to even your breathing until he slides all the way in.

"Holy shit," he groans, head dropping to tuck it in the crook of your neck. "You feel so good."

You get him, you really do. Jungkook fills you up so well, it's perfect, and the longer you feel him inside the faster the pain subsides.

You start rubbing his back gently. "You can move now, Kook. It doesn't hurt."

"Gimme a sec," he moans, busies himself with kissing your face instead. "Seriously." He looks at you in the eyes, his doe ones all blown out. "I might not even last long, it's embarrassing," he huffs.

You giggle at him. "Don't worry about it, silly. There's going to be a next time, like you said."

He smiles down at you, dimple popping out and nose scrunching. "Good," he mumbles while leaning down to capture your lips in his. Finally, he starts moving his hips. Slowly at first, just so you both get a good feel of each other.

Then his thrusts start getting a little bit faster and you can feel him so deep, even deeper when he puts your legs over his shoulder.

"Yeah," he groans, mesmerized by the way your tits bounce at each thrust. "There definitely needs to be a next time."

"Please," you start begging again, not really sure what you're begging for. Jungkook just glides in and out so easily because you're so wet. You feel your stomach tensing along with your thighs and you just want to come so badly again. You hold Jungkook's face in your hands and pull him down to kiss him.

"Wanna come," you pant against his mouth. "Please, Kook. Need to—"

"I got you, pretty," he grunts. "Come for me, ok? Wanna hear your pretty moans. Wanna feel your little pussy tighten around my cock."

His words edge you on even more and before you know it you're climaxing for the second time. Your legs start to shake and you let a few tears out at the ecstasy.

Jungkook prolongs your orgasm by fucking you some more. It's pure bliss you feel as you lay beneath him, watching the way his eyebrows scrunch together, feeling the cool metal of his necklace hitting your chin in time with his thrusts.

"Coming," he moans out and he delivers one hard thrust, so hard that you feel the tip of his cock deep in your belly. "Fucking hell," he curses. He thrusts turn short and slow, up until he finally stops and collapses on top of you.

It's silent for a moment as the both of you catch your breath. It's not like you did anything out of the ordinary. Didn't even switch positions. But you've never felt pleasure like this before and you're pretty sure Jungkook feels the same.

He brings his head up to look at you, tired smile gracing his face. He looks so good like this, just tired and spent but happy. "Hi," he whispers.

"Hello," you whisper back. He leans down and kisses you again, but this time it's slow and gentle. Like he wants to savor the moment. He asks in between kisses if you're okay, if you're not hurt, if you enjoyed, and you reassure him each time.

He pulls your body against his and you lay your head on his chest, your breathing slowing down in time with his steady heartbeat. He rubs up and down your back soothingly and it makes your eyes feel heavy. You feel Jungkook turn his head to kiss at your hair, and it makes you snuggle into him some more.

"Wanna shower?" he asks against your forehead.

"Sure," you hum. But neither of you move. "Give me like a minute. I can't feel my legs, I think."

He laughs and pinches your sides. You wiggle in his hold and try to escape, but Jungkook just tightens his arm around you. "Fucked you pretty hard, huh?"

You roll your eyes even if he can't see you at the moment. "You're so cocky about it."

He doesn't say anything else as he kisses your forehead one last time, then sits up and drags you into the shower with him. He just hugs you from behind as you both stand under the showerhead, letting the warm water wake you both up. You were a bit nervous at first agreeing to shower with him, thinking it'd be awkward since the thought of showering with someone is intimate. But it's not. You both stay silent as you lather each other in your shower gel. Jungkook even asks if he can wash your hair and you lean against his shoulder as he massages your head.

When you're both clean, he leans in to kiss you. You get so lost in it that you let him have his way with you again. Pretty soon he's kneeling down on the bathroom tiles, mouth on your pussy and tongue flicking against your clit. You come quickly, tired and spent already from a while ago, and when he stands up to kiss you, you ask if you can suck him off. He says yes, and you find yourself on your knees this time. You learn soon enough that Jungkook's a head pusher. But he does it so gently. Maybe he's just as spent as you are. He comes pretty quickly as well, and you swallow it all up and smile at him after.

You both get dressed and are in bed again, right in his arms. Jungkook feels warm and sturdy but also soft. Your eyes start to close and you drift off to sleep.

Jungkook isn't beside you when you wake up the next morning. Instead, you find a note on your bedside table.

Have a lot to do today. Sorry I dipped. Didn't want to wake you.

-Jungkook

P.S. - I stole two cookies :D

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[vitaminseetarot]

March Blessings For You 🍃🐇🍀

Sup y'all, welcome back to another pick a card reading. Rabbit rabbit for everyone as we head into March. Hope you enjoyed a good leap day and are excited to let the winter melt away into spring. I'm looking forward to changing things up around here.

I have finally decided on what my next tarot game will be about this month, so stay tuned within the following week or two. This game will likely not be as extensive as my last one, but it will last longer than my first game so more can join. I'm excited for this one, it'll definitely be more for fun. I'll send out a notice before I start it!

Today's pick a card reading is simply about what kind of blessings will be available for you this month. Here are the three piles to choose:

Pile 1 - Exquisite Emerald Pile 2 - Pure Turquoise Pile 3 - Jade Mountain

Pile 1

Emerald and Milk Thistle, Rescue, Avocado - Prosperity, The In-Between, 13 - Awareness; Knight of Swords, XX Judgement, Ace of Cups, 8 of Swords, 6 of Cups

How's it going, group 1? "Heal the Healer." I'm sensing that many consider you, or you consider yourself, to be a big helper for loved ones in daily life. The term "mom/dad friend" might sound familiar to you. Someone others can rely on, you're seen as a solid supportive friend in their regular troubles. Even with simple things like helping a friend move from their apartment, or getting a classmate's grade up in a class you excel with. At work, you may be the person others call on to take the extra shift. Sometimes, it was necessary, they had to take their pet in for an emergency. Other times, they just wanted a vacation and didn't really notice how taxing it was to ask so much from you.

Pile 1, March is the month to turn the tables around in time for the change of the season. "Help others in need or ask for assistance when you need it." You have the chance to ask someone else to help you out the same way you are often asked to help. March will bless you with the feeling of "having your back." The universe has been watching you struggle and is preparing your table for rewards to be served fresh. This help will likely come once you begin moving into a transitory phase. See how the Awareness card looks symmetrical to the In-Between card? These cards together remind me of the Moon card. You're in a state where one cycle has ended and another is beginning, you're already in that first phase so to speak. This space is full of uncertainty, and it's important to not listen to projections that speak of things as though they're going to happen just because they've happened before. The 6 of Cups involves overthinking about the past, assuming that things will be the same as they were before.

Allow the prosperous energy from Avocado to clarify the 8 of Swords here. You may be feeling stuck and unsure of where you're life is going next, but you know you can't enter the next chapter of your life worn out before you're even out of bed. Awareness features moonstone and mugwort on the card. You're being asked to pay attention to your dreams. Imagine what kind of prosperous things have happened in your past, and what kind of prosperity is available for you in the future, just before you fall asleep at night, then journal your dreams. Symbols may reveal themselves over time to give you clues for your conscious mind to consider. Your subconscious mind wants to help you with your stress, if that makes any sense, as it uses images and not words to speak.

Emerald is Venusian energy, and avocados are creamy enough to be made into dessert (ever had a chocolate avocado "cheese"cake? I have, it was actually very good!) March wants to bless you with a little indulgence. Ace of Cups says you will experience a lot of spiritual and emotional replenishment if you make it a focus to do so this month. If things are slow now, consider it a time of peace and budding opportunity. You may not be used to getting some needed rest if you're helping others out more, but the advice here is to take the time off as it comes, and make an intention to relax. Judgement card reminds you that the pace will pick up again soon, so enjoy some down time when you get it this March. Put some of that avocado on toast and enjoy your breakfast. Your body and soul will thank you.

Pile 2

Turquoise and Forget-Me-Not, Communicate, Artichoke - Renewal, Level Up, 9 - Self-Acceptance; 10 of Wands, Queen of Swords, I Magician, 10 of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune

Hey, pile 2. Hope you're doing well. I got a little concerned while shuffling the Earth Wisdom cards when the whole deck slipped and made a loud "thunk" on my table, right next to where the cracks in the Turquoise card. Do some of you live in a loud place, or near angry people who yell and slam doors? The dragon's face on the 10 of Wands looks like they're sick of hearing their neighbors upstairs. For others of you, this cracking is more internally. Do you feel as though you may be cracking under some kind of pressure at work or school? You may even be feeling the urge to let out a fiery rage breath as well.

The Turquoise card says "Balance". See the man rock climbing beside the cracks? It's easy to imagine he can keep going without stopping to catch his breath, but wouldn't that make him like Superman? This month, you'll be able to see exactly what you're capable of. You're recognizing your own talents and strengths. This is a month of learning how to do your best without wearing yourself thin, and it's because you're getting a more accurate picture of what you can do. It's like singing while having noise cancelling headphones in, so you can't hear yourself. March's blessing will take those headphones off so you can hear for yourself how good you sound. You'll see that you were trying harder than necessary. You can take a step back while still moving forward.

Turquoise is a stone well known in many cultures, but I personally read it as a stone of friendship. You'll be blessed with a good friendship or important connection, someone you can confide in with trust. "Things left unsaid will never reach the shore." With Queen of Swords, you're becoming more discretionary about your boundaries and who you speak with. You may have been going through troubles that are hard to talk about. The dragon's mouth is wrapped shut; it may have been a struggle even when you tried, as though you were scared of what your friend would think. Remember, pile 2, that a real friend will want to see you happy, will accept you for who you are, and will cheer you on as you climb to the top. Don't be afraid for long and much needed conversations in March, for as long as you approach it like the Queen here, a good talk will strengthen a relationship. And absolutely talk to someone if you're in need of immediate help, like with relocation.

March may be the start of a "phoenix" season for you, where you will have a gradually unfolding but nevertheless significant period of your life. See the subtle rainbow on the "100"? It was unintentional, the card reacted to my suncatcher and the rainbow just happened to land there glowing. If you're starting at a bottom, pile 2, then you're only going up from here, even if with some scars. Artichokes are actually immature flowers. The past cycle in your life may have felt "incomplete". March will be the beginning of you getting a second chance to let something like a project come into full bloom. Fun side note, but apparently March 16th is National Artichoke Day (in the US). So be on the lookout for an opportunity coming in for you around the 16th. It could be small, but it may be something that brings you into spring's energy of renewal and positive change. Don't forget to stay in touch with people who care about you this month, pile 2, because an outing with them could become a transformative experience for the both of you.

Pile 3

Jade and Pink Lotus, Generosity, Kale - Dedication, Letting Go, 21 - Shadow Treasures; XXI The World, 5 of Swords, XVI The Tower, XX Judgement, VIII Strength

Hello, group 3! March will be a refreshingly easy going month for you if you make the choice to kick back. You are "sinking into silence" after a long and very difficult time in your life. You, out of all three piles, desire to move forward with the year more than anyone. The silence in the jade card feels welcome. The change is long overdue and feels inevitable, so why rush to the starting line of a race? Especially after just finishing a few strenuous laps in the woods. This is a month-long sigh of relief. A quiet, easygoing time will be your primary blessing in March. Jade is bringing much due healing energy for you. Allow yourself the chance to meditate upon the time you've just experienced, as self-reflection can help us clear the way for us to see better.

I can't help but notice the way in which your cards form a picture of a tree falling apart. The leaves give way to autumn, as the trunk of the old fall maple tree lights up from the storms of change. At the roots, however, we see beauty still alive underneath. It shows that the same potential lies beneath, even if situations can look hopeless. Conflict was overgrowing around the tree, sapping it of its vitality. To let go and rebuild was the only way around it, to protect the delicate root system it had to downsize. A lot of growth will come from how you use this time now, because the last phase gave way for new seeds to grow. These seeds will no doubt benefit from what good was left behind, as it was ultimately meant to be shared and not kept hidden forever.

If this feels too abstract, I will liken it to decluttering the house. You may be in the mood to do that as well this month, and March may bless you with a more organized house. This is also a decluttering of old systems, thoughts, and behaviors that no longer work for you, letting you move ahead with a clean slate. If a messy house has been an issue for you, someone might come to help you sort it out, even spirit guidance kind of help. If clearing old things away is difficult, you'll be guided through it. You may have the opportunity to give old unwanted stuff away and even find something that you've been searching for a long time. "Where has that been?" It might not be easy to get started at first but it'll soon become much welcomed change once you notice the difference.

You have the word "treasure" show up twice in your reading. "What good is treasure if you keep it for yourself?" You may something special within yourself that gets discovered as you move through this month. It's a part of you that has gone unnoticed. But when things get quiet, the tiniest things become more noticeable. Things left unspoken creep out from the shadows. I actually don't see you going through shadow work this period, if anything you're walking from it the way a hero puts on sunglasses and walks away from a Michael Bay explosion without looking back. You've been like kale here, hardy in the face of a freezing winter, staying green in faith that spring will bring warmth and light soon enough. Some people don't believe kale has any nutritional value, but that's because they tastelessly judge from a distance. Once you unearth your own shadow treasures from your roots, don't be shy to share your gift with others. You might, like kale, become the next trend.

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2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

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Good Omens Fic Rec: Postcards From Paris

Crowley has just moved into his Mayfair apartment and finds a postcard addressed to the previous tenant. With no return address, he's left to collect and read the mysterious A.Z.F.'s adventures across Europe, where he hunts for bizarre bibles and rates ridiculously expensive wine in his free time. The question is: How will A.Z.F. react when Crowley finally gets his return address and writes back? It was different, he knew, to accidentally read someone else’s postcard versus intentionally perusing one in place of good newspaper over coffee. Crowley decided he was allowed that indecency, to balance out the good deed of safeguarding the mail in the first place. He kicked his feet up onto his desk, scooped up the takeaway coffee that was brought around by their newest intern, and settled in to read some of the most densely crowded handwriting he’d ever laid eyes on.

Length: 12,331 words

AO3 Rating: General Audiences

Best for: Safe in Public, Pick-Me-Up, Fluff, Human AU

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by ghostrat

*Minor Spoilers* I am hurrying to write this post before it hits midnight in Australia so that I can say HAPPY BIRTHDAY @mrghostrat!!! Bilvy is one of my favorite creators here, not only for their amazing art but because they back it up with excellent writing every time. I genuinely am so impressed with the amount of work they do, I can't imagine how it all gets done so quickly with this level of quality. Thank you for all that you do, and I hope that you had a great birthday!

Anyway, you're here for the story! For it's length, this is such a rich story. You quickly fall into this world as our anxious and lonely Crowley starts receiving postcards that belonged to the previous tenant from the mysterious A.Z.F. Soon he starts writing back, and well, you can guess how it'll go. What Bilvy does so well, is take some pretty standard romance tropes and finds a way to do them uniquely and at 100. Every one of their stories feels like it could be a real rom-com and I mean that as a compliment. The pacing, the dialogue, the little details all come together and make their stories so engaging.

This is such a sweet treat, it's a perfect pick-me-up. You just can't help being charmed by this story. Completely safe in public, the only thing you'll need to worry about is how much you'll be smiling during this. Happy Birthday Bilvy, we're so lucky to have you!

I can't post about them until they are finished, but you guys should also be reading Big Name Feelings and And They Were Streamers! They're so good!

Read it here, fic by ghostrat

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[mvrtaiswriting]

Run your mouth x Armin Artlert. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

this is a revisited (and better) version of my old work. enjoy!

gender neutral reader. pronoun "they" used.

warnings: angst (it ends well), suggestive, intoxication (weed). alternative au

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“Why didn’t you not say anything?!”

“You need to stop letting people speak to you like that, Armin. God, even one of Connie’s ‘yo mama’ type of joke would have been a more decent comeback!”

Those words rolled down your tongue before you could realise it, planting one dagger after the other right where Armin was hurting the most. Yet, Armin's gaze escaped yours one more time that day, looking at everything else but you. Letting himself crash against the sofa of his living room, he finally sighed.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.”

Armin finally spit out, biting his bottom lip. Another sigh escaped his lips as you watched him run his fingers through his hair, a few blonde strands falling over his forehead. All he wanted to do was leaving everything that happened behind and avoid another conflict. Specially with you.

“Fine.”

Was all you managed to say, rushing towards the door and putting your jacket on. The warmth on your cheeks was getting harder to ignore and you just couldn't allow yourself to lash out at Armin again. Maybe Armin didn't care - maybe he was able to leave it all behind. But you weren't, and if those words didn't hurt him, they definitely hurt you. There was nothing in this word that could justify his complete lack of reaction, the complete silence you were met with every time you tried to talk things through.

After all, this was a tale as old as time. Since you had known him, you had seen him react. Not when Bertholdt took his book out of his hands and set fire to him when you were in middle school, not when Annie almost punched him but you intervened instead - ending up in a fight and then in an hospital room with 5 stitches on your chin as a consequence. The two of you had met in primary school, when you were still taller than him and his hair was longer than yours - and you always took care of one another. The memory of Armin's little finger putting a plaster on your scarred knee on the playground was still vivid in your mind - you've never parted way since.

It was so hard now to grasp onto this dear memories. All you could see was a grown man not standing up for himself, a true believer of always being the biggest person instead of flipping someone off - even if that meant overlooking the worst episodes of one's life. Adrenaline was still pumping in your veins from earlier on that morning, that pervasive sense of frustration still all over you as if you had to fight back, as if you were the one who was insulted. You were fuming - you were mad at him for being so passive about life, you were mad at the world for being so disgustingly cruel.

Armin’s blue eyes remained locked on you the whole time, meticulously following your movements as you roamed through the room to pick up your things. You were gone before he could say something, before he could swallow the lump in his throat and actually come up with something that would make you stay. Yet, before he could come up with something, you stormed out of his apartment, neither of you speaking one more word. It was only when he realised you were distant enough that Armin finally let himself go, a frustrated scream finally making its way out, emptying his lungs and lifting an heavy weight from his shoulders.

There were so many things Armin should have said - maybe he should have thanked you for standing up for him, for always stepping up even if it didn't matter, even if he didn't deserve it. He knew you could see right through him; he knew that you could how much all the hatred collected through the years had cracked his seemingly unbreakable shield - you knew there was hurt underneath his shell of indifference.

Maybe he should have told you that he hated himself for all those times he had put you in danger, by allowing you to step up - or maybe he should have just told you that he was working on his avoidant tendencies. Maybe, just maybe, he should have confronted you and tell you that yes, he hated being involved in stupid arguments but he would turn the world upside down for you.

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When Jean asked him to come over, Armin didn’t think about it twice: he really needed an excuse to shut down his brain.

The familiar, stinging smell of weed, typical of Jean's and Connie's apartment tingled Armin's nose even before knocking on his friend's door. Jean was quick to open the door, leading Armin to the living room where the rest of the group had already started their session.

Sitting on the floor, Armin took place next to Eren. Despite Jean's invite to a 'boys-only' night, Armin couldn't help but quickly scan the room, hoping to find you there. There was radio-silence between the two of you - and he hated it. Quickly reaching his pockets, Armin grabbed his phone and scrolled quickly through his notifications - not a call, not a text. Not from you at least.

“Someone told me you had a rough day.”

Eren's raspy voice called Armin back to reality. Armin only nodded in response, before his friend passed him the already light up joint he was holding in his hands.

“Are they okay?”

Armin asked, taking a long drag from the joint between his long fingers and leaning his body against the sofa, shoulders and head resting on the seating’s pillow. As he breathed the smoke in, Armin realised you must have talked to Mikasa about what happened.

Eren nodded silently, knowing well enough how worried Armin was for you.

“They’re with Sasha and Mikasa, they’ll join us later.”

Eren added, only receiving a weak nod from Armin in response.

Riding off the slowly building up high, Armin let his mind wonder. How could he be stupid enough to let you walk away? Was he testing his luck even further? How hard could it be to realise the luck that he must have had during all those years - in which you never left his side. Always showering him with love, and care, and so much affection - and all he managed to was being a damsel in distress. Never man enough to stand up for himself, or for you. How could he even dare to dream of you, how could he even bring himself to think you could love him the way he loved you - and deserve it. If love was to be earned, Armin wasn't sure if he'd ever deserve yours.

Armin finished his joint without even realising it, smashing its remains against the ashtray as he slowly started to feel his body become lighter and his mind quieter, highness rushing over his body as he finally felt calm for the first time that day. The rest of his friends were a mess, Connie laughing his lungs out while having meaningless conversation with Jean. He enjoyed the peaceful chaos of the moment, finding himself laughing at one of Connie’s ‘deez nuts’ jokes without even realising it.

When you finally arrived at Jean's apartment, followed by Sasha and Mikasa, Armin had already smoked one more joint with Connie - yet, this didn't hinder his senses. Simply hearing you greet the rest of the group made him sit up straight, his eyes quickly scanning the room hoping to catch a glimpse of you. When you finally entered his visual field, he couldn't help but stare for a moment. Locking his blue eyes on you, he looked at you in religious silent as he observed every movement your body made. Not a word left his lips - he couldn't bring himself to say a word. A wave of unexpected emotions had rushed over him and all he could do was admire you, finally being able to maintain eye contact with you for the first time that day.

Letting out a big sigh, you were quick to notice the state Armin was in. His eyes were half-lidded, the blue of his iris emphasised by the redness of the rest of his eyes. You slowly kneed next to him, scanning his face looking for any trace of lucidity.

"You're beautiful."

Armin finally spoke. Your faces were only a few centimetres apart while you made sure he was okay, so close to him he could feel your warm breath tickling the skin of his face.

"Shut up."

Was all that you said as a soft smile adorned your lips, finally sitting next to him. Even when sitting down, he still managed to be a little taller than you. You let your head rest on his shoulder, and he instinctively adjusted himself to ensure you were comfortable enough.

"I mean it. and.."

Armin paused, taking a deep breath. He wasn't lucid, but he wasn't absent-minded either. He just was high enough to have the courage to speak up about his feelings.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't."

You replied, letting out a sigh. Snuggling closer to Armin, you guided Armin's arm around you, engulfing yourself into his embrace. Armin was quick to tighten the grip on you, letting his long fingers reach your hips and holding you tighter.

"I wish I was a better man."

Armin spoke again. His words felt sharper than ever this time, piercing right through you. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel as if he wasn't enough - all your life you tried to make him understand his worth.

"You're the best man I know."

You replied, making Armin giggle. Your replies were always quicker than his, always sharper - and he loved that. Armin watched as you reached for his hand, playing with his fingers. Snuggling closer to him, you let your head rest on the crook of his neck - your breathing gently itching his soft spot, constantly sending shivers down his spine. Armin remained silent for a while - he was feeling your body in ways he had only dreamt of, his senses being completely overwhelmed. Yet, it was your words that echoed in his head - was he hallucinating? Are these words that every friend would say to another?

Shifting from your position to sit down properly and take a hit from the joint Connie passed you, Armin was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, trapping you in his embrace once again. Your back was now resting against his chest, your bodies perfectly fitting together like a puzzle-piece. That was the quickest reflex Armin has ever had in his life. Where were you going? He didn't want you to leave his arms. Not tonight. Not ever.

Laughing at his reaction, you allowed him to hold you closer, melting under his touch. His hands wondered down your hips again and every stupid fibre of your body ached for more, your skin almost burning every time Armin's fingers grazed you, even by accident. If only Armin had known about this - about all the times your mind went dumb at the sole idea of him touching you. If only Armin knew how much you loved him, and cared for him. If only Armin knew the only reason you were so mad at him was his blindness to the way you ached for him, realising just how wonderful he was.

Taking the joint from Connie, you were quick to take a hit. Armin's eyes were once again fixed on you, as he watched the way your lips wrapped around the joint's filter - dying to have a taste of them. Armin shook his head, trying to think straight - but he just couldn't. The higher he got, the more the thought of you crowded his mind. Your lips had him so obviously hypnotised, making his mind wonder off again; flashback of you kissing when you were 12 because you wanted to be each other's first kiss was everything he could think of. The way it felt, the softness of your lips, the sweet innocence of a typical, awkward first kiss. Too many times he had asked himself how would it feel to kiss you now that the innocence was gone, now that he touched himself under the shower just thinking of you.

Worried about Armin's sudden silence, you shook his shoulder only lightly, in hope to get him back to reality.

"Are you okay? Wanna hit?" Armin looked at you for a second, processing your question and analysing the scene he was watching. You were standing only a few centimetres away from his face once again, your lips were burning red because of the heated filter you smoked from. His heart was beating quickly and suddenly that was all he could hear. Flashback of you kissing running through his mind once again, the dirtiest scenarios he imagined you in flooding his mind and running just before his eyes.

"Fuck that."

Armin said, before grabbing your waist and pulling you into a desperate, passionate kiss. His grip felt unusually strong and firm on your skin, his touch loosing its usual kindness as he locked his lips on yours as he slid his tongue into your mouth, desperate to have a taste of you. Although surprised at first, you were quick to reciprocate the kiss, letting your hand reach his jaw and almost pulling him on top of you.

Jean and Eren cheered for Armin, echoing some stupid choirs as the two of you ended up making out on the floor. Breaking the kiss due to a shortness of breath, you rested your forehead against Armin's. Staring at you, he left a soft kiss on the tip of your nose praying you won't notice the redness of his cheeks.

"Damn it Artlert.."

"So you do know how to run your mouth, uh?" you teased, leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

"I have a few more tricks I can show you."

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Guess I Waited Too Long

So this is my first Bad Batch fic, criticism is welcome as long as its kind and constructive. All my work will be for 18+ but when has that stopped anyone?

Y'all are gonna hate me cause its reader x tech but make it angsty . Phee and Tech are blossoming into somewhat of a relationship and reader is hurt and does the only thing she knows how: she walks away. Reader is fem presenting and has female anatomy but its not explicit. Just my vision. Can be read as GN.

No warnings I can think of other than maybe talk of sex?

Word count is around 2k

Anyway, have fun!!!

You had worked at Cid’s long before the Batch came along. You didn’t mind the work. It was steady and something you could handle. It was a plus to see 4 handsome men every other day. However it did sadden you greatly to know Echo had left to join his brother in his quest to help other clones. You made sure to give Omega extra love and attention as you could see she was struggling with the departure of her brother. You saw her as a little sister and often times would tease her as you would but she always knew you never meant it and loved her dearly.

What you didn’t like however, was Phee’s constant flirting. Whenever that pirate came in you were always irritated until she left. Something Hunter had picked up on. Tech thought it was just a matter of annoyance as Phee could embellish her stories instead of telling the truth, but Hunter picked up on the real reason: You liked Tech, and you got jealous anytime someone else flirted with him. Even Wrecker could see you went out of your way to spend time with the intelligent clone, so it was no secret to anyone except Tech that you were in love. You had yet to make a move as you didn’t think Tech would want you in that way. But it would stand to show that you should’ve way sooner.

You were standing the behind the bar as the batch walked in from their last adventure, much to your displeasure, with Phee. Your annoyance soon turned into your heart dropping when you saw Tech and Phee standing closer and him flirting back. Hunter noticed your heart had sped up and looked at you with concern only to see your eyes landing on Tech and your smile fall. Hunter knew you had a thing for his brother and was a bit sad you never made a move. Maker knows Tech would never catch onto the fact he himself had feelings so it had fallen to you.

"You okay?

You looked over to see a handsome man in a bandana starely at you expectantly. "Hmm hm," you nodded. "I'm fine. Just surprised to see Phee and Tech so close." You continued washing the last couple of glasses you had been working on to avoid letting your emotions overcome you.

Hunter raised an eyebrow, obviously unconvinced. You knew that look and turned to Cid who came out of her office. "Hey Cid? Do you mind if Hunter walks me home? And if I clock out a bit early?"

The Trandoshan waved her claw dismissively. "Yeah yeah, it's not busy. Go on home. Keep her safe Bandana!"

You bid Wrecker and Omega goodnight and sent Phee and Tech a smile before leaving with Hunter. The pirate returned it but Tech frowned. You had always asked him to walk you home. What changed? Had he been rude? Since Echo's departure he had been a bit callous but he didn't think he had treated you that way. What had he done to upset you?

"Don't you worry about her Brown Eyes," Phee nudged. "She's in safe hands. Plus she can hold her own no problem."

Tech looked over at Phee, seeing the truth in her eyes. She was right of course, Hunter would keep you safe. And he had seen you defend yourself against numerous drunkards. Still, he had felt a little hurt you hadn't asked him. Still deep in thought, he allowed Phee to drag him over to the bar for drinks where they continued their debrief of the mission.

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Hunter came inside your apartment, knowing you needed someone with you. You pulled a bottle of Corellian whiskey from your cupboard and took a swig.

"What the fuck have I done Hunter?" you whispered. "I just let the man I love slip away because I was too much of a coward to let him know I had feelings."

Taking the bottle away, Hunter enveloped you in a hug, knowing his short would soon be stained with tears. He knew Tech had some sort of feeling for you but now that he and Phee were getting close he didn't think anything would happen with you now.

"You did what you thought was the best course of action. You didn't think Tech would return your feelings so you didn't risk the friendship. That's is a solid decision. A stupid one, but a solid one." Hunter pulled away so he could raised your head to face him. "So what's the plan now mesh'la? Tell him or no?"

You looked at Hunter's chest and grimaced. "No." You pulled away to sit on your couch. "He's happy Hunter. As happy as one can be with your lifestyle of running around and hiding from the Empire. He found that with Phee. I'm not gonna take that away from him."

No you weren't. You were going to walk away. Let the man you love be happy, even if it wasn't with you.

Hunter could tell you had cooked something up in your mind but didn't push. He made sure you were okay before heading back to Cid's; mainly to make sure Omega was still there and settling down.

You on the other hand: You had messaged Cid, asking her to cut your hours. When she asked why, you replied 'I'll explain tomorrow before my shift"

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"No way! Nuh uh! I am not cutting your hours. You're my best girl here toots! I'm not losing revenue because you don't wanna work here."

"Cid, you send the boys away every other day! I'll work whenever they're not here. To up the ante, I'll show more cleavage when I'm here. Pigtails, heels, short skirts. Whatever you want, just please. I can't be around them right now."

Cid smiled, obviously liking the offer. "No bra unless it's for the outfit, short skirts and crops. I'll call you whenever they leave for extended periods of time. You'll be raking in the dough."

Omega overheard you and Cid and immediately went to find Hunter, who just happened to be with Tech, talking about ship upgrades.

"I think something's wrong with her," she concluded after repeating what she had heard. "She'd never do that."

This was rather distressing for Tech to hear. While you had never lowered yourself to debauchery, it was easy to see why Cid would agree. Tech couldn't help but notice your curves, your eyes, breasts, hair... everything about you was captivating. You had self respect though, you once told Tech you would never lower yourself to show yourself off just to make some extra money.

Hunter, as disappointed as he was, wasn't really surprised. This was a step in trying to forget about Tech and he knew that. He knew you needed distraction and male attention was a fair idea. He noticed how attractive you were. It was a good way to make extra.

Phee approached you, sitting at the bar, pouring herself a beer. You raised a brow. "Can I help you Phee?"

Throwing her hands in surrender, she went into defense. "Now hold on there sweet thing. I come in peace." Leaning forward, she spoke like she was offering the secret to the universe. "I actually wanted to ask you something."

You scowled. "Spit it out Phee. I do have a job to do."

Smirking, Phee elaborated. "It's about our goggled friend over there with the kid," gesturing to Tech and Omega. "I understand you have a thing for him."

"At one time... yes," you said cautiously. "What's it to you Phee?"

Softly she smiled, letting her sarcastic demeanor fall. "I like him girly. I was hoping I'd have your blessing to... continue seeing him."

You looked over at Tech, knowing he'd be happy with Phee. He never belonged to you. Just because you liked him didn't mean he was yours. He never was...

"He's a free man Phee. He can make his own choices. He doesn't need me interfering."

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What Hunter wasn't prepared for was you telling them that you had found a second job and weren't going to be around very much. After you made that announcement he pulled you aside.

"What the actual kriff do you think you're doing? First the new outfits but now a second job?"

Your face darkened and Hunter saw every emotion under the sun from anger to resignation to sadness.

"You know karking well Hunter that it hurts to be around him. Around them! I'll work here when you're off world and then at the store when you are. The less I see Phee and Tech bring all couple-y cute the happier I'll be."

Hunter could sense Tech was around the corner but didn't stop you. He could feel Tech getting closer but didn't stop you, hoping for kriff's sake, Tech would hear your words

"It's been four months Hunter. I love him. I want what's best for him. If he's happy with Phee and she's who he wants to be with, fine. As long as he's happy. But I cannot risk letting my jealousy and anger get the best of me. So I'm walking away. Completely."

And with that, you left. You never knew if Tech had heard you or not and you didn't care. Not anymore.

You threw yourself into work, making bank and drowning in credits. The Batch visited you at your new job, grateful to see you fully dressed. You limited your interaction with Tech which caused him distress. While yes, he was happy with Phee and enjoyed her company, he missed you.

Tech tried many times to see you by yourself but you always had an excuse to leave him alone. Whether it was a customer, client, or you simply had 'other things to do'.

Phee had noticed Tech was upset at you not being around. She wasn't helping the situation much by going off on adventures. She had asked Tech if he wanted to pursue you instead of her. He assured her, he was happy. Just sad to have lost a friend. He had no plans on ending the relationship that had blossomed. Just upset you had so carelessly walked away without thinking about how it would hurt him.

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Omega and Wrecker had entered the store, a poor Tooka cat curled in Omega's arms. It wasn't the first time they'd entered with an injured animal. You had a feeling it wouldn't be the last.

"Leave him with me darlings. I'll take care of him." You dropped the Tooka off at the vet, hoping someone would claim the little cat. You closed the store and locked up, sweeping what dirt came in from the day.

You heard the door swoosh open, annoying you.

"We're closed! Come back tomorrow" you yelled out.

Looking up from your task, you saw the last person you ever wanted to interact with.

Tech. Of course he could bypass the security and enter the store.

You sighed and turned back to sweeping. "I'm busy Tech. What do you want?" You hoped it was a question about your products cause you had a shift at Cid's pretty soon. You had already removed your underclothes and changed into a shorter skirt and crop. You needed out of this store. Away from him.

"Have I done something to upset you?"

What??

"Tech, you ship out in 2 hours. Do you really want to spend that time with me and not your girlfriend??

"Answer the question. Have I offended you in some way?"

You put the broom away and continued closing procedures as you felt Tech's eyes on you. "No. You haven't. You good now?" Never looking at him.

It wasn't often you saw Tech angry. More protective but he did scare a bit by forcibly pulling you away from your till. He pushed you into your cashier chair and stood in front of you.

"Phee is away on a treasure hunt. I don't ship out for another three hours. And that is not the answer I was wanting."

"Tech, for kriff's sake, I have to close the store! Now let me- "

"You are going to stay there until you explain why you left us. Left me."

Your eyes darkened to the point they looked black. Tech suddenly felt nervous, like he'd gone to far. But he needed an answer. Why would you suddenly walk away?

You pushed him away, storming over to the till and finished closing procedures. He followed you out the door and waited until you had set the alarm and locked up.

You paused before looking at the clone. You contemplated telling the truth but it was too late. He wouldn't accept it anyway.

"Tech, I have not left. I am just busy. Money is tight and I -"

"That's a karking lie! I know you've been making good money. You are avoiding me. You pay close attention to Hunter and Wrecker. You dote on Omega and I get a cold shoulder."

Gods, you hated how intelligent and calm he sounded, even when angry. It was titillating and and sexy. You loved him but hated how sexiness came so easy to him.

With a resigned sigh, you walked past him, shaking his hand off. "Go home Tech. You don't need me. You never have. You have your squad and Phee. Forget about me"

Tech stood there, angry and hurt. He let you walk away. He wanted you in his life. He missed the friendship, the camaraderie. He missed you visiting him while he worked on the ship. He missed your laugh and smile. He missed you.

With a comm from Hunter, he left to join the squad on another mission, missing the good luck hug and peck on the cheek you'd often give him.

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Haha so that was that. Let me know if y'all want a part 2. Particularly you Tech simps like me!

Mesh'la: beautiful in Mando'a

Enjoy!!

part 2

#tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x you #tbb tech #sw tbb #one shot #tech x reader #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #tech #star wars the bad batch #star wars #angst

[gay-dorito-dust]

I have a Yakuza 0 request. Can I please have headcanons about what words and actions would melt Majima’s heart? It can be if someone is in a relationship with him already or not.

This man is guarded as shit, even more so after the events of y0 but since we’re focusing on y0! Majima, he’s sure as shit not letting anyone pass those towering walls of his.

However you somehow managed to slip through the missable cracks in his defences and made your cosy little home in his heart and now he’s stuck with you.

Anyways, on to what would make this man melt like butter:

Genuine tender touches: Majima had rarely -if ever- been given the opportunity to be treated as though he were a fragile porcelain doll on the brink of breaking from it’s fissures, fractures and other cracks.

At first he’d be adverse in letting you touch him but overtime or perhaps by pure accident, Majima would find himself falling apart in your tender touches as the pads of your thumbs would map out his face, feather light caresses kissing his skin that the mad dog of shimano couldn’t help but allow himself to be completely at your mercy.

In that moment you had all the power to destroy him but you chose to nurture, to love, to care for him instead despite knowing all the atrocities he’s committed as a Yakuza. Yet none of that didn’t matter to you as you picked up all pieces and put him back together again.

It was the first time in a very long time that Majima allowed himself to be put into the care of somebody else, uncaring if by the end of it he’ll end up with a knife in his back, for it all would’ve been worth it to know what being cared about felt like.

‘You can stop pretending Majima, shows over, it’s time to take off the mask.”

This would probably occur at the end of Y0 where he goes full mad dog. Which I’ve seen a video once saying that it’s an act Majima puts up as an illusion of sorts from the severely damaged man that laid beneath the violent, borderline psychopathic facade.

So when you say this to him one day, he’s reminded that you could see through his bullshit, see through the illusion and lies he lead himself to blindingly believe, despite knowing himself how full shit they were. So to have someone who wasn’t so easily scared off by his facade made Majima feel relived that he didn’t have to constantly put himself into near exhaustion by masking the truest version of himself.

The wicked grin would fall and his crazed eye would become tired, worn and haunted. His entire posture would slump pathetically as he allowed himself into your awaiting arms, practically half dead from the sleep he’s missed by insomnia and night terrors.

You bring the peace and silence he’s been so desperately yearning for:

You bring calm to his tormented mind and it’s the oasis he so desperately needed; Sure it may not heal all his wounds but he’s take whatever he could get.

So whenever Majima felt his most restless he’d surly find you nearby offering to join him in his late night smoke. (depending on if you do/ do not smoke. If you don’t -like me- your just keeping him company.)

He’d often tell you that your sleep didn’t have to suffer because his was but you discarded his concern by saying you’d rather be of help to him even if it meant derailing your own sleep pattern to do so.

What he doesn’t tell you is that your mere presence silenced his thoughts and cleared his mind without even having to try. You were the one to ward off the demons from his head. Protecting him from the worst of memories and you didn’t even know you were doing it.

When you’ve solidified yourself as his safe place, his home.

Whenever he told anyone that he was ‘heading home’ what he actually meant was that he was heading back to you and the place you two shared. The building didn’t mean shit to him but you being within it certainly did.

The life and colour you brought with you never failed to remind Majima that despite how use to it he was by now, he was still brought back to the very first time he felt that warm and cosy feeling within his chest.

Back then he would’ve approached it with caution but soon enough he’s grown to accept that this was something he only felt with you. Majima was so use to bland walls void of personality and shelves bare of any trinkets or memorabilia of the past. The places he use to occupy looked and felt as though no one lived there, despite evidence of old cigarette buds and the faint scent of his cologne.

Now, his house became a home the moment you stepped through the threshold and decorated it with your personality and trinkets that litter every shelf and even the window sills because there was so much of you to give out.

Majima realised that you became his home when he didn’t feel the need to hide his hideous side from you, or even hide the issues he faced within his head on a regular basis.

Majima realised that you became his safe place when after telling you his entire past and you didn’t shrink away from him or looked at him differently then you did to begin with, understanding and open minded in hearing him out to the story’s conclusion.

Your hand remaining in his own the entire time. Unflinching in your silent conviction to staying with a man as broken as him.

#yakuza imagines #yakuza x reader #yakuza imagine #yakuza fic #yakuza fanfic #yakuza x you #majima x reader #majima imagines #majima imagine #majima fic #majima fanfic #goro majima x reader #Goro majima imagines #Goro majima imagine #Goro majima fic #Goro majima fanfic

[yandere-fics]

♡ Ellie With Older Caring Neighbor ♡

(btw i know everyone has a different vision of a sundress, I am specifically picturing the more like vintage 50s style sundress, a bit revealing but still a bit on the modest side. couldn't figure out how to end it properly so i didn't lmao.)

♡ You were so sweet to her, she really hoped you weren't this caring to anyone else or she'd have to get rid of them, her sister would be more than happy to handle that. Your kindness should only be reserved for her, you were her neighbor and eventually she'd move you into her apartment and you'd be solely for her eyes, it was just so perfect. You were just so sweet, all she needed to do was tell you she didn't want to eat the meal you'd made for her alone and you waltzed right into her apartment picking things up and setting the table for both of you to eat, your first date. ♡

"Wait, Ellie baby please wait." You pushed against her arms as she lifted you onto the table, for someone so short and scrawny she was damn strong when she was determined, you could barely budge her as she lifted up your dress immediately kneeling and trying to slide your underwear off.

"It's our first date though, I can't let you walk away from our first date unsatisfied." Technically you weren't walking away in general, you were going to stay right here in her apartment but you didn't need to know that, she could wait until she could have you here in her flat all the time, she could pretend to be your impatient husband home from work who just couldn't wait to have his wife even while she's cooking dinner, or just a poor innocent women who got trapped in the wolves den and must fulfill her desires every night, for now though, you were her meal, her sweet sweet neighbor being devoured by the younger woman you thought was harmless.

You didn't have time to think as she latched onto your clit slipping a finger and then a finger followed by another quickly slipped inside you beginning to work you open. She whined as she tasted you, you were her favorite taste by far, she felt so giddy knowing you'd be in her apartment available to her at all times from now one, you were hers, this was hers to taste daily if she so wished, you'd be completely covered in her marks though that would come later once she exhausted you, just a very nice marking session after you'd been completely satisfied. She did look so pretty between your legs though and you wondered how she'd look with her mouth latched around your nipple whimpering as she tried to please you.

"Ellie baby, d-don't neglect this part..." You whimpered and untied the top of your dress letting it fall down to your waist where the rest of the dress was bunched. You wished you had worn a better bra but you had expected a simple night just eating dinner with her and then returning across the hall to sleep, if you had known this was a date you would have worn a more revealing dress, the sundress was nice but you could have impressed her more. Still she seemed to marvel at your plain bra all the same eagerly unhooking it with one hand as she continued to search for the special spot that would make you melt all over her fingers.

"M-mommy... of course!" She hoped you missed what she just said or maybe you were into it, she should have been more careful not to say weird things when she just barely got you but what else was she supposed to say when you had just so generously allowed her to mark your perfect wonderful breasts, she'd suck on them every day until they did actually start producing if that would make you happy.

"You're a really good girl, Ellie." You shouldn't be taking advantage of her eagerness to please, this was bad form, you just wanted to make sure the poor thing got fed but she was just so excited to make you happy, wasn't it fair that you get something as a payment and she was more than happy to pay judging by the strap you could tell she was wearing under her jeans. "Baby, mommy wants to cum on your strap, can you do that?"

She stood up hastily unbuttoning her jeans and reluctantly pulling away from your chest until you stopped her, "Nuh uh, you can't let my tits be neglected either baby, can you do both?" She nodded dumbly allowing her mouth to latch again as she clumsily tried to unbuckle her pants.

Oh god she just was so happy she got to keep you after this!

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #my oc ellie

[cxtori]

Hi :3

Can u please do a jealous scenario with Kumatani? (^o^)

Thank u <3

I love your writing <3

Mitsuo Kumatani ✭ Not Jealous

wc: 1.5k

genre: fluff, jealousy, establish relationship

warnings: n/a, most definitely a little ooc Kuma here lmao

Cat's note: I'm not gonna lie to you anon, I really struggled writing this. I just don't really see Kuma as the jealous type, so I didn't know what kind of situation to write lol. I hope he's not too OOC? I'm sorry babes, I did my best *cries* also, also SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG LOOOOL

Kumatani always considered himself a typically calm and collected man. Someone who didn’t let things get under his skin easily. It wasn’t often that his emotions got the better of him, but when they did, it was usually because something (or someone) had pushed his buttons until they shattered.

The emotion he usually felt in such instances was annoyance, sometimes frustration and anger. But what he was feeling right now was a new one, and it was intense. 

“Wow, these trees look great, Y/n!” Eddy exclaims. Kumatani watches as the assistant director stands beside you, patting you on the shoulder. Kumatani feels his heart wrench when you nervously laugh out a ‘thank you’.

The bear suit he was so “blessed” to wear everyday didn’t have many perks. It was hot and stuffy, oftentimes itchy. It was hard to move in and it impaired his spatial awareness which, for him, was frustrating. 

But, a pro to the suit was it allowed his eyes and face to do whatever they pleased as it wouldn’t be seen by anyone else. He could roll his eyes and give annoyed expressions all he wanted without consequence. 

So, for moments like this, when he’s glaring holes into the back of Eddy’s head, he was thankful for it.

“They’re really not a big deal,” you say, brushing off the man’s compliment. You pick up a fake maple leaf and reattach it to a plastic tree branch, hoping it’ll stay in place this time. “They only took a couple hours, and they’re already falling apart.”

“Come on, give yourself some credit!” Eddy says, shoving his rejected compliment back in your face. “I couldn’t do anything like this, which is exactly why we hired you.” 

“Haha, right,” you say with a forced laugh. “Well I should get these onto the set  before Derekida shouts at me,” you say as you carefully pick up one of your mini maple trees, your hands squeezing the rough, faux bark. But, before you can walk away, Eddy begins to speak again.

“Oh, hey, I was uhh… Well, ummm… ” Eddy stutters and you feel your stomach drop. Oh no. You know that look as well as that nervous quiver in his voice. Before he even continues you already know where this is going. “I was planning on trying out that new restaurant tonight, would you wanna go? O-only if you’re not busy, that is...”

Just as you feared. You and Kumatani have only been dating for a few months, and you both preferred to keep your relationship quiet, so you can’t blame Eddy for not knowing. But seriously? Here? Now? In front of your boyfriend? You admired his courage but hated his timing.

“Oh, Eddy that’s nice but,” you start, trying to find a way to let him down kindly. You turn your head just enough to see Kumatani out of the corner of your eye. You turn back to Eddy, ready to break the news, and possibly his heart. “Umm, thing is-”

“We’re busy tonight,” Kumatani interjects, popping up beside you. 

“Aww, really?” Eddy says, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“Yes, really,” Kumatani says sternly, laying an arm gently over your shoulders, silently saying all that was needed. “Now, leave her alone.” You glance over at your boyfriend, even though you can’t see his face. 

Not many people can tell when Kumatani is getting ticked unless he purposefully shows it. You however, can tell by the slightest change in his tone. And based on the few words he’s just spoken, he’s not just ticked, he’s pissed.

Your eyebrows quirk and you question just why he was so mad. Eddy doesn’t know you’re dating, and it’s not like he’s pushed your boundaries. Kumatani seems to surprise himself with his words, his stoic shell cracking a bit.

“Oh, I see… s-sorry,” Eddy mutters. The director walks away without another word, partly out of respect, but mostly out of fear. He knew better than to make Kumatani mad.

You stand there in silence for a moment, tiny tree in hand and stuffy bear suit over your shoulder. 

“Thank you. But you know you didn’t have to do that. It was just Eddy,” you say with an awkward giggle. Mitsuo removes his arm from you and takes a small step back.

“Sorry. I don’t really know-”

“Y/n! We need those trees!” Derekida’s voice echoes through the studio, cutting Kumatani off and making you jump out of your skin. You groan, turning to pick up another one of the fake plants.

“Be right there!” You shout back, doing your best to hide the annoyance in your voice. Though it's not like Derekida hasn't heard it before. You turn back to your boyfriend, still interested in hearing what he has to say. “Hold that thought, ‘kay? I’ll meet you in your dressing room in a minute.”

Kumatani just nods as he watches you stumble to the filming set with your props. 

It doesn’t take you long to get the trees set up in preparation for Utano and Iketeru’s next performance. The moment you’re satisfied with how everything looks, you sprint to the dressing rooms before Derekida can notice you’re leaving.

You knock on the door before entering, finding Mitsuo standing in the room with his bear suit removed. Well, all but the mask. You stand there in silence for a moment as you stare at him, wondering why he’s bothered to take off everything except for the head.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask curiously. Your boyfriend remains unmoving, his arms cross over his chest.

“What do you mean?” He says casually, like he doesn’t expect you to question his choice of outfit. You roll your eyes with a small laugh before walking up to him and gently placing your hands on the bear head.

“Come on, I can’t take you seriously with that thing on,” you say and he doesn’t resist as you carefully pull the mask up and off of his head. You smile at the sight of his steely grey eyes, much better than the soulless black dots of a fake bear.

“Hi,” you say airily, leaning closer to him.

“Hi,” he says in return, his lips curving in a faint smile. You set his mask down on the table and sit on the edge beside it.

“So, wanna tell me what happened earlier?” You ask. Mitsuo’s eyes flash with a very brief moment of annoyance, and you just barely catch it.

“There’s nothing to tell. He tried to ask you out and I told him off,”

“Yes, but I think there’s a little more to it than that,” you push gently. “You seemed pretty upset.”

He just looks at you, not bothering to give even a small hum in response. But recalling the situation from just a bit ago was getting him irritated again.

He’s being ridiculous, he knows he is. He's not sure what set him off to begin with. People are allowed to compliment you, especially on things you’ve poured your time and effort into. But for some reason, seeing Eddy interact with you like that angered him.

He wasn’t about to tell you that though. That would mean admitting that his emotions got the better of him. And even though it is something that has happened before, he didn't like the feeling of losing control.

You watch him stand in his silence, replaying the situation in your head when it hits you.

“Are you jealous?” You ask bluntly.

 “Jealous?” Mitsuo repeats, caught off guard by your assumption.  “Of course not.” He looks away from you and crosses his arms back over his chest. He’s trying to look unperturbed, but you absentmindedly make the connection to a pouting child. He may have been annoyed, but he certainly wasn’t jealous.

 “Oh, you’re so jealous. This is hilarious.”

“I said I’m not jealous,” he says simply, but from the slight change in his tone of voice, you can tell he’s at least a little jealous, even if he doesn’t know it. You laugh softly and stand from the table, walking over and taking your boyfriend's hands in yours.

You look up at him sincerely, though his eyes avoid yours.

“Mitsuooo,” you coo. The man grunts in annoyance, wanting this conversation to be over so he can leave. He never thought he’d be given the choice to wear his bear suit or talk to you. And he certainly never thought he’d want to choose the former of the two. 

You raise a hand to his cheek, tenderly pulling him to face you, smiling brightly when his eyes finally meet yours.

“It’s okay if you are, I’m just teasing,” you say. You lean up to place a soft kiss to his lips and, while at first he doesn’t kiss back purely out of indignation, he soon melts into you, unable to resist your lips against his. You pull away, a satisfied look on your face.

“Are we good?” You ask, just inches away from his lips. 

“There wasn’t a problem with us to begin with,” Mitsuo states, a smirk, while absent on his face, audible in his tone.

“You know what I mean,” you say with a laugh. “Please don’t give Eddy a hard time. I love you and only you, okay? You don’t have to worry about anyone else.”

“Are you sure?” Mitsuo jokes.

“Shut up!” You say, giving your boyfriend a playful punch on the arm. He smiles as he grips your waist and leans down to kiss you, his warm lips molding perfectly against yours, warmth spreading through your body.

“I love only you too.”

#☆彡cat writes #𖥸requests #mitsuo kumatani x reader #mitsuo x reader #kumatani x reader #mitsuo kumatani #kumatani #life lessons with uramichi oniisan #life lessons with uramichi #uramichi oniisan #kumao #life lessons with uramichi x reader

[hacked-by-jake]

Duskwood boys – their favorite way to pick up/carry you around.

Characters: Jake, Richy, Dan & Thomas

A/n: Tumblr suggested a post about this topic, so I was inspired by it and it’s not my idea. Unfortunately I lost the post so the credits for the idea go to the person. But I like this kind of writing and I wanted to do it for Duskwood, I wanted to start something like this for a long time. So if you have ideas that go in that direction, my requests are open for it. I hope everything is understandable and you like it. Have fun. 💚

Jake

Definitely piggyback but from the front. Hands under your butt to lift you up so that you can/ must wrap your legs around his hips, as well as your arms around his shoulders, and he can feel your body as close as possible to his. It it Jake, it makes him feel like you need him to protect you. He wanted to be your savior as always and it made him feel like he was. He could also keep an eye on you. Whether on you, on your figure, or someone else approached you, even if it was not possible in your apartment. But after such a long time on the run, he was a little paranoid. He could observe every little emotional change in your eyes on the spot and immediately take care of any discomfort on your part or similar. Besides, he was addicted to your kisses and that way he could perfectly combine both. But also, of course, bridal style was one of his go-to’s. He loves to carry you on hands in any situation, and this position allowed it almost literally. You were everything and you deserved to be treated like a royal.

Richy

Oh, he definitely loved taking you piggyback style, like a little backpack. Richy was quite and perfectly the most playful and funny. So he loved to piggyback you and then run with you. He loved hearing your laughter and the fun you have together. In addition, he enjoys the feeling when you have to completely cling to him. After all, this way he doesn’t have so many possibilities to hold you. So most of it to not fall down has to come from you, and he loved how much you trust him to still not let you fall and hold on to him. But Richy was also a fan of 'over the shoulder', also here, it was a very playful gesture and thanks to his job he had more muscles than you can see at first glance. And he loved to feel your trust when he carried you over his shoulder and you weren’t worried for a second because you couldn’t see where he was going but you trust him without ifs and buts that you can’t get hurt and he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

Dan

Definitely over his shoulder. I mean, the man loves to flex his muscles and show them. His loveling hobby was the gym, and he was a little macho who was more playful than he would let you see if one spoke to him normally. So he loved to grab your legs and throw you over his shoulder and then carry you to his destination. Of course, this also offered him the perfect view of your butt and allowed one or two claps on this. He always commented that with a little, rough and kinda dirty laugh. But he was a gentleman through and through, as he himself always emphasized, so bridal style was also something of a duty for him. (Also because this gave you a good view of his biceps)

Thomas

Definitely the most bridal style, it just suited him the most. He was the little softie, nothing negative, who always wanted to carry his partners on hands and always wanted to take care if them completely. He wanted to make sure his partner could rely on him 100% every second and you could feel how much he loved you. Of course, the bridal style had a meaning for itself in general. But in this way he could always perfectly look at you with eyes filled with pure love, look into your face and make sure that you could absolutely let youself down and he would always carry you on. He would never let you go/fall.

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood x mc #duskwood x player #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood richy x mc #duskwood dan x mc #duskwood thomas x mc #duskwood hacker #duskwood jake #everbyte studio #duskwood dan #duskwood richy #duskwood thomas #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #everbyte duskwood #iamjake #duskwood mc #everbyte game #{hbj(dw)/writes;fanfiction}

[meetmyothersouls]

Darling Death

A collaboration with @sufferingstarlight

Warnings: thoughts about death & suicide, dark thoughts, unprotected sex, smut, dirty talk, not proof read

Chapter 7 - Day 7

In all of my years of living, I couldn't recall a time that I felt similar o this. This is what it felt like to truly feel for someone. Want someone. Need someone. I'd never been close with my family, and I'd only had a handful of close friends. Men that I had dated in the past were nothing to brag about, and I realized at that point why. They weren't Timothee. Of course. I'd spent the last thirteen years looking for the person to spend my life with only to fall for the one who was waiting for it to end. The realization brought forth many questions, questions I'd made a mental note to ask Timothee about the next time I saw him. But a singular thought outweighed everything else: would dying really be so bad if it meant spending eternity with him?

I only had six more days left on Earth and I found myself not the least bit upset. The less days I had the more Timothee came around. In public, he wasn't as obnoxious as he had been the last few days and after our sexual encounter under my desk at work, I made him promise not to give me another public orgasm, not with my state being in a precarious spot with my boss. Timothee reluctantly agreed, though he used every opportunity to use is invisibility to kiss or touch my birthmark, which always sent icy hot chills through my body.

On day seven, the library closed early, due to an installation of new carpets. I took in my surroundings as I walked, noticing all the potential threats and ways that I could be taken out. There were so many. It'd be so easy to just...let one happen.

Just as the thought began to sound promising, a cold, lanky arm found its way around my waist, pulling me into him. I noticed instantly that he was allowing himself to be seen. People tended to notice him, with his dark curls, piercing eyes and devilishly attractive features it was hard not to. I pushed myself further into his side as if to say he's mine.

"So, where are we headed to?" Timothee asked.

I smiled, happy that he now referred to us as a couple. "Home? I think maybe we can watch a movie together...maybe a little more."

"Your mortal movies are always so dull and sad. But I'd like you to elaborate on 'maybe a little more' that sounds interesting."

"Sad?! Look at what you do for a living and then we'll talk sad, Mr. Grim Reaper. And you'll have to wait and see!"

Timothee laced his cold fingers in between my warm ones. The metal from his rings, the same ice-cold temperature as his skin stinging my skin. We walked in comfortable silence until we made it into my neighborhood. I wanted to so badly to tell him my thoughts about my death, but thought better of it, recalling his words in the graveyard.

Now that I know you exist, I don't want you to cease to.

"What thoughts are troubling you?" Timothee asked as we approached my apartment.

I dropped my keys, wondering if mind reading could possibly be another one of his abilities. If it was, he didn't let on. I picked them back up and unlocked the door.

"Just...I just have some questions," I said. Immediately, I reach under my shirt and unclip my bra. Groaning at the relief as I slide it out from under my shirt.

Timothee's teeth pushed down onto his bottom lip, and I realized I was already way too comfortable with my reaper.

"You expect me to focus on questions?"

"I'd like for you to, perhaps we make it into a game?" I walked Timothee into my bedroom, and he followed much like a puppy.

"A game?" He asked, shutting my door. He clicked the lock shut and my stomach flipped. His eyes were as dark as the leather he wore.

"Mhmm. A question game. We-" my voice caught in my throat as he began to walk in my direction, his eyes half lidded. He looked lethal. Then his face was inches from mine, his lips barely touching mine as he spoke.

"Game with the dead are quite dangerous, you do know this right?"

"I...yes, but, oh-"

He ran his tongue across my lips then down my neck, stopping at the my birth mark on my collarbone. He swirled the tip of his tongue around it, almost bringing me to my knees. "Mmmm," he groaned, as if his tongue on the mark brough him great pleasure. "Go on then, tell me the rules of your game, I'd love to hear them."

I attempted to regain my composure. "We each ask a question, and if you can't answer you remove an article of clothing."

"How about we skip the questions and just remove the clothing?" At that moment, Timothee sucked hard on the mark. My knees buckled, no longer willing to carry my weight. Timothee splayed a large hand across my back and led me to my bed, lowering me onto the mattress. "Or I can just take you right here. You're more than ready for me." He breathed deep into my neck. "I can smell it."

"Can Grim Reapers have sex?" I ask.

Timothee smirked wickedly, "I can do whatever I please." He slid his hands under my shirt and tugged it off. Starting with this. He reattached his lips to my birthmark, suckling it and nipping it lightly. The sensation alone enough to make me come. I whined in protest when he left it, kissing his way down to my breasts. My back arched as he reached a nipple. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard, earning a whimpering moan from me. My back arched off the bed, pressing my nipple further into his mouth. He hummed, chuckling at my reaction, pulling my nipple with his lips as he popped off. "Any more questions?"

"Where will I go when I die?"

Timothee frowned for a moment, then took his shirt off, before hovering back over my body. He placed a soft, passionate kiss my lips. "I don't like that question."

"Why not?"

"Because I told you I'm not letting it happen."

"But-"

"Next question, y/n," Timothee growled. He was leaving soft, quick kisses down my torso, one hand playing with my nipple, the other making its way down to my paints.

"What's so special about me?"

Timothee stopped mid-kiss and looked up at me, his dark eyes now darker than they were before. "Darling," he breathed against my skin. "You are everything. You are both virtue and sin. Life and death. Heaven and hell. You are an angel and a demon, and I will set fire to this world and any other that keep me from you."

My heart was beating at a rapid pace, I could feel it in my stomach, hear it in my ears. "You are meant for me and me alone, y/n. I feel this more than I feel anything else. You bare my number on your skin. That is no coincidence." Timothee's fingers hook into my pants and tug them down. He groaned at the sight of my pussy, dripping entirely for him. He pulled his belt loose from his pants, sending it crashing to the floor, followed by the thump of his boots. He stepped out of his pants and took his length in his hand, pumping it at the sight of me. I gasped at his size, wondering how in the hell it would fit inside of me. Timothee hovered over me, brought a finger to my chin and lifted my face to meet his, engulfing me in a passionate kiss. His tongue swirling with mine again. He moaned into my mouth and pulled me into a standing position. His cock between my thighs, I slid my pussy along his length, wetting it with my arousal. Timothee threw his head back, exposing his beautiful neck.

In an instant he switched places with me, sitting on my bed, his back against my headboard and his cock, jutting out at seemingly impossible length.

"Come now, my queen, sit upon your throne."

"I...I don't know if it will fit," I admitted in a small voice.

"I'll make it fit," Timothee responded darkly.

I straddled his waist, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders. Timothee held his cock for me, guiding himself into my entrance. I hissed in slight pain as I impaled myself with him. Timothee's head slammed against my headboard, as he arched his back toward me. I lowered myself on him for what seemed like eternity, until finally our skin met. I had so many more questions for him, but they seemed fuzzy now. They could wait.

Timothee's mouth attached to its favorite place, his hands resting on my hips, pushing me, begging me to move. I rocked my hips against him, feeling the head of his cock press against my stomach as I rode him.

"Fuck, fuck, ahhh," Timothee moaned, his fingertips pressing into my skin so hard, there were sure to be bruises on my skin later. "Slow down, slow-" Timothee steadied me on his cock, slowing me to an agonizing pace. "I'll empty myself inside of you right now if you-"

I brought his hands to my breasts, forcing him to squeeze them. Slowly, I rode his cock, picking up speed once his breathing steadied. He kept one finger on my birthmark, needing to touch it at all times. I kissed his lips before attaching them to his neck, sucking lightly as we fucked each other into bliss. One of his hands left my breast and traveled down to my clit, rubbing sweet, tantalizing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I felt my self clenching around him, and Timothee steadied me as my movements became erratic and sloppy.

"Timothee," I whined. "Fuck, I'm gonna-"

"Yes, yes, y/n let it go. Give it to me, baby."

I collapsed on his shoulder, shuddering and convulsing as my orgasm took over me. Timothee wrapped his arm around my back tightly, still thrusting into me as he chased his release. Then, I felt it, cold and warm all at the same time spurting inside of me, filling me completely.

I woke up with a jolt, sitting straight up in my bed. Timothee was gone. My thighs and my core ached, and a strange hollow feeling overwhelmed me. Where'd he go? I padded to the bathroom, every muscle in my body burning.

I half expected when I returned Timothee to be waiting for me, in my bed or hiding in my closet, but there was still no sign of him. I climbed back into my bed, tossing and turned for hours. Finally, at 3am, I felt the side of my bed dip down with weight.

"Missed you," he whispered into my neck.

"Where were you?" I asked, turning around the face him. It was dark, but I could still make all his beautiful features out in the moonlight.

"I had some...business matters to attend to."

I arched an eyebrow, "you're not reaping anyone else, are you?"

Timothee kissed me sweetly on the lips, "It doesn't work that way, y/n, Darling. And if I had to choose, I'd reap you and only you until the end of time."

We kissed each other quietly, lost in the graceful movement of each other's lips.

"So, there are more of you then?" I asked when we reluctantly pulled away from each other.

I saw his eyes search my face, bouncing around all of my features. "There are many."

"So, how did you, out of all the others, end up with me?"

Timothee thought on this for a moment, his finger tracing my birthmark.

"I believe," he said, bringing his eyes back up to mine, "that important events are set to happen, planned out by the souls long before your body sets foot on this earth."

"So you're saying its' fate?"

"You can call it that." Timothee tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "May I ask you a question, Y/n, Darling?"

"Mhmm?" I ask, feeling myself begin to doze off.

"When was your first encounter with death?"

My eyes snapped open at that.

"What?"

"Your mark," he tapped on it. "You said you were born with it. A birthmark."

"Yes."

"I mentioned to you, that you were marked with my number. I didn't fully explain then. This mark on you means you've died before in your lifetime. Died and came back in the same mortal body. It is quite literally, a mark of the dead."

"When I was born, I wasn't breathing. I was dead. For thirteen minutes."

"You were mine from the beginning," he said, pulling me back in for a deep kiss.

I pressed my face into his neck, breathing in his underworldly scent. "Let's go to sleep," he whispered into my hair.

"I thought Grim didn't need to sleep?"

"I don't," he said, "but you do, and I love watching you. I've got you, I won't leave this time. I'm yours."

I drifted off with thoughts of him and how to make sure I'd be his forever.

This has been a sufferingsouls project

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[daylight-imagines]

we said no one else (Cassian x Reader)

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Warning(s): there’ so much angst. like there’s not even an ounce of happy until the very end

Word Count:   1328

Summary: It’s your birthday and Cassian isn’t there. That wouldn’t be so bad it if he wasn’t with someone else.

what do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn't show?

You laid in bed waiting. Hours had gone by, and you had still hoped he would come. It shouldn’t have bothered you so much. Most fae didn’t celebrate birthdays. It seemed unimportant when you had an eternity of them, but it was something your family had enjoyed. Your parents had seen each year as a celebration no matter how many had passed.

Cassian had loved it and had been at every party your parents threw since you got together. That's what made it so noticeable that he wasn’t there. For an hour you were able to rationalize it but after three it was obvious something was wrong. Throughout the night you assured your family and friends everything was fine even though you could barely breathe. You kept your face neutral even with the looks your mother kept sending you. You gave simple answers to questions about Cassian’s whereabouts determined to get through the night.

As all the guests were leaving, your mother finally got you alone. The look on her face was more serious than you’d seen in a long time.

“Do not accept less than you deserve,” she whispered. “No matter who is giving it.”

You’d nodded even as tears stung your eyes. It was something they had instilled in you since you were small. When you had needed to remember it, you’d forgotten. It was a reminder you were going to need to get through the rest of the night. To deal with Cassian.

You knew where he was. There was no point in denying it any longer. For weeks it had been obvious. He was with her. It was obvious there was something between them. You’d thought it was a simple flirtation that would be gone as fast as it’d come. Of course, that hadn’t happened. The assumption that the years you had spent together was worth more had been wrong. You'd loved him for a century and thought you’d love him for the rest of your life.

A century you’d been at his side. A century of love and trust and dedication. And in one night it was reduced to nothing. 

It truly hit you when everyone left, and your apartment was empty. You undressed and bathed then changed into your night clothes before slipping into bed. The silence seemed to press into you. Your chest felt like there was a whole that had previously been filled. You didn’t allow tears to fall. He’d been chipping away pieces of you for weeks now. He wouldn’t get that one. Not yet.

The door opened and somehow your heart constricted even more. You heard his footsteps slowly move through the apartment until he reached the bedroom. He walked into the room, and you waited to see what he’d do. You didn't move, letting him think you were asleep. How much more would he break you? You heard him let out a sigh and move further into the room. 

His scent filled the room. It was one you could pick out of any room. It used to be the greatest comfort in the world. But now it was different. Now there was another's mixed with it. Now, it made your stomach turn.

The other side of the bed sunk beneath his weight, and you could take it any longer. 

“Are you really planning on laying in this bed with me?”

“I’m sorry I missed your party.”

The party? The fucking party. That’s what he thought you were concerned about? The twisting in your stomach made it hard to think- to figure out what to say to him. Sitting up you placed your feet on the ground breathing deep. Your back was to him, so you didn’t know what his face looked like, if he was even looking at you.

“Are you sorry you’ve been fucking another woman?”

A sharp intake of breath sounded from behind you, but he didn’t speak. Anger flared in your gut, but you still didn’t move from your spot.

“Why not just end things with me? I wouldn’t have held it against you. We could have parted as friends. Instead, you ruined everything we ever had. If you wanted her, why did you not just end things?”

“I didn’t know if I-” he stopped himself. 

“You didn’t know what?”

Again he went silent and you couldn't take it. Shooting to your feet you finally turned to face him. 

“One hundred years, Cassian. I’ve loved you for one hundred years. I deserve the truth.”

His face was hesitant-guarded. It made you want to curl in on yourself, but you stayed standing tall. You kept your eyes locked on his. He would look you in the eyes while he said this.

“I thought I would stop wanting her. After-” 

“You thought you’d fuck her a few times just to get rid of the urge and then crawl into bed with me? You’d act like nothing happened and we’d go back to normal?” 

His shoulders slumped and he nodded.

“Obviously you’ve known that urge wasn’t going to go away. So how long were you going to keep it going?”

“I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” 

A scoff left your mouth. “And you thought humiliating me wouldn’t hurt me? That knowing you were with another woman wouldn’t hurt me?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

You were silent for a moment before asking, “Does she know about me?”

He sighed and looked down. 

“So it was just me you were ok with making a fool of?”

“Y/n-” He reached toward you, but you shook your head and took a step back.

“I want you to leave,” you said even as it felt like your heart was being ripped apart. “I don’t want to see you again. I don’t want to talk to you. Leave now and don’t come back. I’ll pack your things, and Mor can come get them.”

“I’m sorry,” he said before walking out of the room. The moment the front door closed, your legs gave out. Sobs that had been building ripped from your chest as your knees hit the floor.

~Later~

The bar you were sitting in was shit. It had no redeeming qualities besides how strong the drinks were. You’d lost track of how long you’d been sitting there and how many drinks you’d had. It didn’t really matter. Some self pittying was allowed after the many you loved slept with someone else.

“What are you doing here alone?”

You drew in a deep breath and turned to look at the male behind you. Hazel eyes watched you with concern as he took you in. Your gaze hardened and you turned back to your drink.

“Why isn’t Cassian with you?”

“Oh trust me Cassian doesn’t care where I'm at.”

“What does that mean?” He had a small smile on his face as he watched you glare at your empty glass. 

“Surely you knew he was fucking her?”

A strangled sound left his mouth, and you couldn’t help but look up. A laugh escaped your mouth at the look on his face.

“Or maybe you didn’t.”

He sat next to you as you brought your glass to your lips. You scowled at the reminder that it was empty and he chuckled. The shiver that went down your spine at the sound definitely showed you’d had too much to drink

“Well it’s done now so it doesn't matter.”

“It does matter.” The anger in his voice shocked you. “Fucking idiot.”

You shifted on your seat and a wave of dizziness came over you. If Azriel hadn't steadied you, you would have ended up on the floor. 

“I think I need to go home, but I don't know if I can stand.”

Azriel put an arm around your waist and helped you stand. You took a step but stumbled again before he caught you.

“I’ve got you,” he said as he swung you into his arms. 

You let out a mumbled oh wow that made him laugh as he carried you out of the bar.

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[hekateinhell]

Would you ever write more about trans!Armand and his three boyfs having fun? 🥺 Yes I might be a bit hinting on something but... you know... you write it so well... 🥺

I would! I just don't know when, things shift around on my fic writing to-do list so much 😭

but I feel bad because I did say I was gonna write it months ago and then I DIDN'T so here's a snippet from what I have languishing in the google gocs that's set in the same AU! mostly armand ruminating on his changing body and the challenges it brings in the bedroom (nsfw) this is supposed to be leading to the gangbang eventually:

He shuts the bedroom door gently and deposits the little white bag on the bed. Armand still hasn't fully settled into the new place – it's home, but it's fragile, tentative – he needs to be careful. 

He starts from the bottom up. Stripping socks, pants, underwear. There's always been a peculiar distinction to him between outside clothes and inside clothes. Everything has to change, even the underwear. Next is the sweater, then the undershirt. 

Finally comes the binder. 

Black and sturdy, it binds all the way down to his belly button, compressing his chest entirely. 

He's lucky, he supposes. Armand's chest – like most of him – had always been on the smaller end of the spectrum. Each side is large enough that Lestat's palms can cover them completely and not much more. 

Still, he craves the illusion of total flatness that a binder provides, and as much as it's nice to shed it and allow his body to relax fully, it always hits him with an initial sense of loss. 

Armand hasn't quite figured out which size and brand works best, and a quality binder is a rather expensive purchase. This one, one of two he has, is a bit too tight and always leaves his chest and sides sore from where it has been pressing down into his tender skin. If anyone else were home, Armand might curl up and ask for a quick massage that would inevitably lead to kissing and fooling around. Later, perhaps. 

Besides, it's good that he has the place to himself, a rare moment of privacy that's hard to come by when four men share a one-bedroom apartment. 

He rubs at his chest absentmindedly for a moment before turning to the dresser. Slips on a fresh pair of briefs and then wonders why he did it – they're about to come off again in a minute. Skips the neatly folded t-shirts in his drawer in favor of the ratty gray sweatshirt stuffed into Daniel's drawer. 

The length hits Armand precisely above his knees, the fabric slipping off to expose his shoulder. He loves wearing their things: Daniel's sweatshirts, Lestat's band tees, Louis's collared shirts – he would wear their pants too if they didn't just fall off him entirely. 

Armand never asks, and nobody seems to mind. 

There's something extraordinarily soothing about disappearing into his lovers' clothes, the feel of each material holding a different association, drowning in their scents whenever he craves that particular comfort. 

Comfort that Armand could use. 

He takes a deep breath and drops onto the bed before reaching into the bag, pulling out the boxed set of dilators, holding it at arm's length, turning it over gingerly as if it has already personally offended him.  

Better to get this over with. 

Made quick work of the packing and did a cursory review of the instructions – nothing that the sweet salesperson hadn't already gone over with him while Armand had stood there, awkwardly shifting his weight from one side to the other, trying his hardest not to blush and failing spectacularly. 

Five purple cylinders, each with a different length and girth, starting small and gradually increasing in both measures. 

Armand's heartbeat picks up, and his throat feels achingly dry. 

It's not arousal; in fact, he's the opposite of turned on right now. His body knows this is going to be uncomfortable to start with, at best. Interesting how drastically his pain threshold drops when it wasn't tied directly to intimacy, to someone he loves inflicting it on him. And not in a bad way, no, it's just that he'd begged for sex before, even when it physically hurt — he'd delighted in the aches and the stings and in attributing each one to a particular lover. 

But this? Using these tools regularly on himself in the hope that he could retrain his front hole to regain its elasticity? 

It's been a while since anyone had managed to work more than two fingers inside before insisting he was 'too tight, there's no give'; Armand would 'get hurt.' 

Simply put, this was a source of intimacy Armand isn't yet willing to concede. He is stubborn, if nothing else. It's not enough to have his hole touched or for Lestat, Louis, or Daniel to rub against him and press their tip to his hole to ensure some cum made it in. 

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[all-timelee]

Bad Omens || A.I.

//This is my first imagine I've written based on a song, so I'm hoping it turned out all right\\

Warnings: None

Word count: 796

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So this is where I am Hanging on a feeling Driving through the valley just to chase the pain again

You stared at the man in front of you, your heart breaking as the words he spoke sunk in. "I don't think we should be together anymore." You refused to accept it; your feelings too strong for Ashton to let go that easily. After all the hoops you had to jump through to be happy with him, it couldn't end like this. You wished more than anything you could turn back time, go back to a happier time, but that was impossible.

So this is where we are I should've seen it coming Everytime we say goodbye, I say hello again

This wasn't the first time you and Ashton had a conversation like this. It had been rough at the start, neither of you sure if this relationship was good for you. But you stayed. You stayed through the sleepless nights and the countless arguments, willing to fight to be by his side. It had gotten better, for a while at least. But it wasn't long before it all felt like it was falling apart once again.

I cried in your dark brown eyes for the thousandth time cause you love somebody

Tears began pooling down your cheeks, your eyes never leaving his as your mind raced. "Ashton, no, please." He shook his head, face full of hurt, but he wouldn't change his mind. His eyes looked into yours, begging for forgiveness, or maybe even understanding, but there was none. Nothing could change what you two had been through together, nothing would make it all okay again. He knew that, he just wished he could make you understand that as well.

I cried when you left that night for the thousandth time cause you love somebody else

"I met someone. I care about you. Y/N, but this isn't healthy. This is what's best, for both of us. I need to be with someone else." Your heart shattered as his words tore you apart, leaving you standing in complete shock. "I want that for you too. I want you to be with somebody better for you than I am." The tears rolled off your chin, you were so weak. So weak and in pain and you didn't even realize that Ashton took another step towards you. He held you tightly against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

"I have to go, Y/N. I'm sorry, truly. I wished things could've worked out better for us."

I tried to stop the door as it was closing it was closing

Your head followed his movements as he shrugged his jacket on and headed for the door, your eyes wide as you rushed towards the man. You were desperate to keep him with you, as angry as he made you, you were deeply in love with him. You weren't sure how to live without him. He shut the door behind him just as you reached it and your body collapsed, loud sobs leaving your lips as you pleaded for him to come back. To take you with him. To tell you everything would work out. All you wanted was to have a chance at being happy again with the one person who meant everything to you.

Can't help the way I keep ignoring every omen every omen

A part of you knew it would end from the start, but you pushed it to the back of your mind. Every doubt that clouded your mind, you ignored. You wanted it to work so bad, you couldn't allow yourself to doubt him. You shouldn't have, that was clear now. Maybe this wouldn't hurt so much if you had listened to your gut and ended it before it got to this point. If you hadn't fallen in love with Ashton in the first place, none of this would've happened.

Heaven knows I should let go It's nothing that I don't already know

You had to pick yourself up, you knew he wasn't coming back, even if you'd give anything to have him back with you. As sad as it was, you knew better than to hope for something that couldn't ever happen. Your sobs subsided after a bit and you reached up to wipe away the reminaing mositure under your eyes. As much as you wanted to sit by the door all night and wait for him to come rushing in, you forced yourself up to your feet.

You had to focus on the future now, push yourself to forget the man you believed to be the love of your life. You felt like your body had been ripped apart, your heart shattered, but you had to start somewhere, right?

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