#i've been thinking about a set like this since another set got me thinking about how consistent of a character trait this is

[mtkay13]

My version of the wardrobe template! yay!! I had a LOT of fun doing this and feel like I could elaborate a bit more on each of those.

It's already linked up here, but here's once again a > link to the post.< Anyway! More about these designs below!

So first, for WKX's template! - Chapter 2: Grey robes I had already made my design of those for the full TYK lineup I made a while back. I really, really like those, and took inspiration from some of the robes SHL!WKX wears in the show for the shapes. - Chapter 69: dark robes with dark red belt I expected to like that style for him, but not that much! I had seen a tutorial on how asymetrical hanfus were worn by archers in the past and that inspired me, purely on a fashion level of course. I like how intimidating he looks with those and enjoy the touches of blue in the inner layer of the robes. - Chapter 75: dark red robes The GVM robes! which I also designed a while back when researching for the illustrations of the Mt Fengya battle scenes that I wanted to make. I reworked them just a little bit and got rid of some details that I didn't like anymore. I tremendously pleated skirts for WKX so I went at it once again. I also used shifts in hues to make it look like it could have been drenched in blood. - Extra 5: deep red robes For the reminder (since apparently some people are not aware of extra 5's existance), this extra is set 5 years post-canon. I wanted WKX to wear something that looked comfortable for traveling but also practical and fashionable. The teal jacket is of course another nod at SHL since the red and teal combo was an absolute banger. Let's say I didn't want WKX to just sport an all-red look. Furthermore, the teal really works to adorn the red hues. - My personal favourite I actually don't really know whether those are my actual personal favourites, but I've come to LOVE WKX dressed in red and white thanks to @kwehxing's designs. I think it really suits him and on top of that it avoids the question "is this Hua Cheng" LMAO--okay jokes aside, I combined most of the shapes that I really like for WKX (wider shoulders, wide sleeves, and long robes with pleated inner robes) and I find him very elegant like this. Now, for ZZS! - Chapter 1: sapphire blue scholar robes Those had already been designed before as well! They're my go to generic TC!ZZS robes, haha. I was a bit extra with the blue colour here, but oh well. I'm quite obsessed with the silver brocade cynching his waist, haha. - Chapter 2: stolen farmer robes A classic as well as far as I'm concerned--of course, inspired by his hobo fit in SHL because it was quite efficient. I'm forever fond of my scruffy hobo!Xu and his toes poking from his sandals. - Chapter 18: luxurious robes from the Gao family Those were a new design! Which I had a lot of fun coming up with. Putting ZZS in a different colour scheme was also really nice. For those who don't remember, ZZS feels quite ridiculous when he sees himself in a mirror wearing those fancy robes while being so emaciated and still sporting his hobo mask. I wanted to give this "out of place" feeling; and also work on a very "wuxia" style for the robes, since this is jianghu and they were provided by Gao Chong. - Extra 5: black robes I'm incredibly fond of this design. I worked quite a bit on it, since I wasn't sure of where I wanted to go. My main guidelines were: practical and cool. I really like ZZS having a lot of room to move so ideally not too much fabric in the way, and I think he also needs arm braces to be rid of annoying sleeves. Of course, him looking much healthier and having a dynamic ponytail really works to "complete the look", and I find that he looks really cool there haha. - My personal favourite This one has been refined over the months, but it's definitely, overall, my favourite look for him in terms of shapes and construction. I like that the robes are short, I like the more fashionable jacket. I'm especially into the "pants tucked into the boots" silhouette, as well as the little ribbons keeping them tight around the ankles. I'd say that this leg shape + short robes + a bun (or sometimes a ponytail) is THE ZZS design combo for me, haha. It looks practical and fun and adventurous, just how I like it.

To conclude the whole post, I had more fun doing this than I even expected, and needless to say that I'm very excited to see other versions of them following this template. It was a good opportunity to try and project what the characters look like throughout the book, and a fun design exercise as well. I actually don't really like doing character design usually, but for characters I'm obsessed with, it's of course a much nicer experience. Anyway, thank you for reading!

#tian ya ke #wenzhou #meta #character design #wen kexing #zhou zishu #tyk #zzs #wkx

[lilpixielixie]

CHAPTER THREE: Delicate | hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

Delicate | hwang hyunjin x fem! reader

"This ain't for the best, my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me"

- Delicate, Taylor Swift

Summary: Moving to Seul wasn't something that Selene expected to do, but her broken heart and tired soul were craving for peace. She didn't even think too much about it: she simply saw an opportunity that would let her hide from the media and Hollywood for some time and took it. However, she will have to make a decision by the end of the year and she hopes that, when the time comes, the same world that was hating on her right now would forget everything. Maybe she wasn't meant to be an actress, but she was sure she wasn't meant to be loved. At least, that was what she thought before meeting an idol who wasn't treating her like a broken and pitiful person.

Words: 2K

Genre: actress!reader x idol!hyunjin, SLOW BURN, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (minors dni)

Warning: mention of Hyunjin's hiatus

Author's note: Hi everyone! I know it's been another month, but I've been really busy with work and lots of other stuff I've been doing that maybe one day I will tell you about. Also, mainly they speak english with Selene, when they speak korean I will change font so you can understand the difference! Enjoy the chapter!

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“You’re really rocking this shorthair agenda” Sunoo said while making a weird hand gesture. 

Selene cringed.

“For the love of God, Sunoo please stop and go back to practice with the others” 

“I’m being supportive of our amazing and beautiful choreographer!!!” he replied, outraged.

Sunghoon snorted from the floor where he was stretching “Seeing your performance lately, you should really practice instead of chit chatting”

Sunoo shot him a glance and huffed “Do you wake up every morning being this insufferable? Was there once you were nice?”

“Children, no fighting in the practice room” Selene warned both the boys “go back to warm up, I want to run the whole performance of tamed-dashed at least five times” 

“FIVE?!” Jake yelled from the other side of the room. He was wearing a baggy brown hoodie which made him look like a teddy bear ready to hug and cheer up every single person in the room. Right next to him there was Jay who was helping the other stretch and he was also a victim of his sudden yell: he flinched and started to rub his ears murmuring what Selene thought were curses in english. 

The girl was unimpressed because she was used to their antics by that time. In fact, she raised an eyebrow as if she was questioning his whining. 

“You have to be perfect and go beyond the standard you set with your last comeback” 

“You just like to torture us at this point” Nikki whined even though he was the most diligent out of all the seven boys when it came to dance. Moreover, he didn’t really mind practicing the same dance several times because he was a perfectionist just like her and this little resemblance made him happy. 

Selene was sort of his idol: the kind of adoration he’d been expressing towards their new choreographer since they were introduced was crossing a thin line between admiration and worshiping a god. For this very reason, the others would often joke about how Selene was the only god Nikki believed in. She found herself often in this situation and even though at the beginning it made her laugh, now it was starting to get annoying. However, this had nothing to do with Nikki or the boys because the blonde girl knew it was her low self-esteem talking. She’d never understood the blind admiration certain people felt towards her and the more it happened the more she got annoyed and frustrated with the situation. 

If she was such an amazing actress, she would be still acting instead of being there in Seul hiding from the cameras and her fans. 

If she was the amazing dancer Nikki talked about with sparkling eyes full of admiration and respect, she would be still having a dancing career.

If her relationship was really the most perfect of all, it wouldn’t have ended like this. 

However, here she was acting like a criminal who is waiting for all her charges to disappear into thin air. The only difference between a criminal and herself was that a lawyer wouldn’t be enough to bring her out from the mountain of crap she was being crushed under.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder that brought her back to reality. The choreographer turned her head towards the younger boy who was smiling at her with his little dimple out. 

“Are you ok? You were a bit anxious this morning” Jungwon asked with a concerned tone. Selene looked down feeling guilty. 

“I…I think I screwed up” she admitted in one breath. Jungwon frowned because he was confused by her sudden vulgar choice of words and whatever she meant by that. 

“Someone recognized me last night” 

“OH MY GOD, WHO?” Sunoo jumped into her view, eager to know. On the other side, Jungwon shot him a disappointed glance. 

“Don’t you see she’s upset?”

“She shouldn’t” 

“Well, but no one is supposed to know I’m here” she murmured “the company was very clear about it”

“Then, screw the company” Sunoo said without hesitation. Both Selene and Jungwon didn’t react, too used to this kind of reaction every time this topic came up. 

“Selene, you can’t recluse yourself into your apartment when you’re not working with us” Jungwon said matter-of-factly “and the fact that someone might have recognized you doesn’t mean they know everything”

“Yeah, you have to live blondie” 

“Sunoo”

“It’s Sunoo-hyung for you” 

Jungwon rolled his eyes and muttered something along the line “cannot stand him anymore”

On the other hand, Selene was biting her lips uncomfortably “But, what if…they start to question my sudden appearance here? Moreover, I was at the convenience store near my apartment that is near the company”

“That is irrelevant, really, the majority tend to mind their own business” Jungwon reassured her while gently rubbing her shoulder to ease a bit of tension. 

“So…who was it?” Sunoo asked again, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hyunjin” Selene replied “from Stray Kids”

Both the guys looked at her and replied with a little “oh” and because of this weird ration Selene started to panic. 

“I-is it that bad? What? Hyunjin is like a bad person or-”

“No no no, sorry, we didn’t mean like that” Jungwon jumped to reassure her again while still having a weird expression “It’s just that-”

“He was literally in your same situation not until some days ago, no one in the industry has seen him in months” the oldest of the two mumbled “from what we know, not even his members had seen him for weeks”

“Jake became friends with Chan and Felix” Jungwon said to Selene even though she still had to ask how they knew. 

After that, the blonde girl nodded and she started to think about last night and how he looked all covered up.

“How is he? Do you know him?” 

Jungwon raised an eyebrow questioning Selene's sudden interest without calling her out directly; however, Sunoo looked delighted by it and gave her a big “I know where this is going” smile.

“Oh oh” Sunoo’s eyes sparkled full of interest “someone got our girl attention”

Suddenly, the other members who weren’t involved in the conversation appeared as those magic words sinked into everyone’s mind. 

“Oh my god, you like someone?” Jake asked overexcited

“I KNEW IT! I told you it was a matter of time!” Jay’s voice sounded clear - Selene couldn’t understand who he was talking to - among the chaos Sunoo created. All of the members but Jungwon (he was rubbing his temples done) started to talk and ask questions to their young choreographer because they were eager to know some news. This reaction kind of warmed Selene’s heart because from day one these boys have been nothing but kind and supportive with her, treating her as a normal human being and they’ve never made her feel uncomfortable or left out. However, she was also annoyed. 

“STOP! ALL OF YOU, SILENCE!” she yelled so that everyone could hear her over all of that noise. The group shut up and waited for their choreographer to continue. 

“I don’t like anyone, I just wanted to know how a certain idol I ran into last night is, drop it. If you’re not gonna answer me, go back to practice tamed-dashed ten times; or we can have another five minutes of break”

“Man, she got mad…ten times now!” Jake whispered-yelled into Jay’s ear who wanted to punch him in the face.

“Which idol?” Sunghoon asked “Was he better looking than me?”

“Well” Sunoo replied in english at Selene’s place “you might wanna sit dude, because this is a good one”

“Did he just dude me?!” 

The blonde girl couldn’t take it anymore and blurted out the answer “It was Hyunjin from Stray kids” she was met with silence “is he a good person or not? Because both time you hadn’t got a good reaction”

“No it’s just…” Jay started to talk but didn’t finish his sentence, probably because he didn’t know how to explain it. 

“We’re just surprised” Heeseung said “seeing what happened with him we’re still surprised he came back; also you’re the first person that has seen him since his come back some days ago”

“But he’s great” intervened Nikki “I mean, none of us had really any kind of relationship with him, but from what Chan, Felix and also Jeongin said about him and those little interaction we had he seems good”

“Everybody before that scandal talked really good about him” Heeseung nodded along with the others. 

“And now?” Selene asked.

Everyone looked at each other before Jungwon said “No one was allowed to talk about him anymore, he just came back unexpectedly so…for now, the majority will pretend to be nice in front of him while talking shit at his back, and the rest will just try to treat him as nothing happened”

Selene looked at all of them, then she smiled bitterly “It looks like the story is always repeating itself”

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Hyunjin didn’t tell anyone about his encounter with Selene the other night, but he kind of hoped to see her again. He didn’t really know what came into him, but he just wanted to talk a bit with her and see if she was doing ok. Considering the fact they’ve never met before last night, this wish was weird and pretty out of the blue, but it had to do with Hyunjin’s eternal empathy. While he was in hiatus - but also before that - he kept himself informed about whatever happened to Selene, one of the most famous and loved western actresses of the last four years, because firstly he was a fan of the movies and secondly he liked her as a person. When she disappeared around the same time he went on hiatus he thought it was pretty ironic and started to wonder what she was going through; if she was having the same thoughts as him; if she was also finding it hard staying hidden from the world’s spotlight just like himself. 

Due to that sudden encounter in that particular convenience store, he decided to test his luck and go back there. Considering the fact that Selene was one of Enhypen’s new choreographers, she must have been busy until pretty late into the night, so Hyunjin went to the convenience store a bit after midnight. He took his time going around the aisles and looking through the food he could buy when the door opened. He briefly glanced at the door and he saw the same feminine figure all covered up going straight to the ice cream section. 

Then, as if he was possessed by someone definitely more confident than his usual awkward off-stage self, he walked towards her. On the other side, Selene was totally unaware of the man approaching her, too busy choosing among the ice cream flavors. At some point, she heard a gentle “hey” behind her which made her hand pause mid air while taking the cookie dough flavored ice cream, then she felt the mysterious guy moving behind her. She saw a hand coming into her view and picking up the ice cream she wanted and putting it into her hand. In that moment, she quickly studied that hand and, when she saw two particular rings adorning it, she recognized him. She took the cookie dough flavored ice cream and turned around meeting a pair of brown gentle eyes which were turning lightly into two crescent moons. 

“Hi there” Hyunjin said in english while scratching the back of his neck nervously “what about we have something to eat together here?” he shook the cup of instant ramen he was holding. 

“I…”

“This convenience store is usually empty at this hour, I used to come here a lot some months ago” Hyunjin continued in a rush of confidence “there are those sits right there pretty hidden from the outsiders, that’s why I like this place” 

The girl in front of him looked like a spooked cat, but against all of his expectations she nodded while fixing her face mask. 

“Ok, Hyunjin”

And when he heard his name coming from her mouth - he was surprised she even knew him - he realized he liked the way her accent curled around the syllables more than he thought he would.

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#skz au #skz bang chan #skz han #skz lee know #hyunjin x reader #skz x you #skz #skz angst #skz changbin #skz felix #skz seungmin #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz jeongin #skz hyunjin

[imwritesometimes]

feel like tonight's a good night for Indiana Jones

#last crusade cause it's all I've been able to think about since I saw the gif set this morning lol maybe it'll make me feel better #took another rx strength nsaid which lol probably isn't good I already had a full dose today but god I am in so much pain #got my tens unit going bout to put my heat pad back on like... #I really just hope it's not this bad tomorrow :/

[allsassnoclass]

i know its been said but im here to reiterate that your brand is mashton <3 i owe a huge part of my love for them to you! also the use of :) in your tags, the fake/pretend relationship trope and your analysis of mashton moments that im always happy to see/talk about!

-monse<3

@lukemichaelcalumashton the one connecting thing that everyone has said is mashton, which feels right, feels good. i try to be a relatively equal-opportunity blog but the pull of mashton is just too strong, but i'm super happy that i no longer have to bear this burden alone the last few months have really seen mashton fans spring up!!!! it's nice to share the analysis with others and to not have to go searching for them to land on my dash :)

the smiley in the tags!!!! sometime i have positive feelings but don't want to articulate so :) it is yknow? and!!!!!! fake/pretend relationship!!!!!!!!!!!!! my beloved!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love that trope sooooo much. so much!!!!!!!!!! idk if you know this but my plan is to write one for every 5sos duo, then i have a few more planned too lol. so far i have posted two but i have plans for the others and i'm excited!!!!

what's my brand on tumblr?

#ask #monse #lukemichaelcalumashton #if you want another fake/pretend relationship fic from me.... just wait. it's coming very soon #Very Soon #i think the next one i'll write after The One That Will Be Posted will be the cake one. i think i'm in a place where i could start that one #it's been almost a full year since my last fake dating since i posted the mashton one on christmas #and i don't want to go a full year between the others #fun fact about me. i like writing sets of fics for all the pairings #like a fake/pretend relationship for each 5sos pairing or a proposal fic for each pairing or a fic taking place in target for each pairing #i have not completed any of these sets lol #but this desire started years ago in the band of brothers fandom because when i first started writing for it they had no good fake dating #so i was going to write one for each of the five main pairings for them #i never got around to it and i think there might be a fake dating or two posted in the time i've been gone but sometimes i think about that #anyway! thanks for this monse hope you have a good day

[jordyn-degas]

The one that got away

Series: Part 2 Part 3

characters: Naruto Uzumaki x fem! reader additional: Shikamaru Nara; Hinata Uzumaki; mentions of: Gaara, Boruto Uzumaki and Himawari Uzumaki

warnings: characters are 21+; fluff; smut; vaginal sex; oral (f receiving); a bit of chocking because why the hell not?

💀 NSFW! Minors DNI! 💀

notes: YES! I have been MIA because writer's block 😒 4 am - apparently it's my hour for brain rots LOL 😅

I didn't even read it again after writing it so I have no idea what came out of it to be honest 🤣 I simply needed to get this out of my head.

special note: some light reading for my love, my smut partner and my Naruto soulmate @uchihamylove26 💕💕 enjoy! 😎

Mood 🎧 JNR CHOI & SAM TOMPKINS - To the moon

"Come set the mood, yeah You come like sunshine, yeah Call me the moon"

There was this simple assignment that led you to walk the hallway that led to the Hokage's office. It was your quiet, unexpected return to the Hidden Leaf after 13 years in the service of Gaara, the Kazekage of the Sand Village. Reuniting with old friends and memories began as an exciting prospect of your life, the person you were going to see now being one you missed greatly. You have never expected for the next words to cross your mind as you stood into his office, bright blue ripping through your soul:

You were fucked.

"What is he like now?" you asked holding a stack of folders filled with paperwork sent by Gaara.

"Taller. Calmer." Shikamaru Nara scrunched his nose while walking next to you helping you with another stack of papers. "The same idiot nonetheless."

"Shikamaru!" you laughed. "We're talking about Lord Seventh here."

"Yes, we do." he replied with a shrug and a smile. "We're also talking about Naruto Uzumaki. Remember him?"

"Oh, I do." you said nodding slowly. "I do .."

"Hm." Shikamaru hummed eyeing you with the corner of his eyes and a raised eyebrow. "What about you? You seem different."

"I think we are all different since the war." you replied as you both stopped in front of the Hokage's office. "Is there anything of significance I should know before going in there?"

"Congratulate him." Shikamaru replied opening a folder and placing it on top of the others you were holding. "His son started the Academy today."

For a split second, you could feel your heart and breath stopping abruptly as the photograph of a blonde boy with bright blue eyes and a wide grin stared back: Boruto Uzumaki. Fingers brushed softly over the summary of his life up until now, followed by the next page that contained a photo of a younger girl, the same baby blue in her innocent eyes and a dark-blue hair which immediately prompted you to recognize who the mother was. It did not come as a surprise to see the name listed there, staring right back at you: Hinata Uzumaki. The searing pain shocking your body felt as if thousands of knives were embedded into your skin, almost touching vital organs, memories of the past swirling into the present reality. It was hurting more than you would ever care to admit.

After all, he was the one that got away.

"Thank you for the info." you replied in what sounded as a whisper, an unfamiliar dryness coating the insides of your mouth.

"You really had no idea .." Shikamaru said quite surprised to see you staring at the folder as if in a trance. "You might be one of the few."

"I chose to not have information provided on certain people." you said closing the folder and tucking it under the rest. "It was easier to accept the path I've chosen away from all of you."

"Certain people .." Shikamaru said with a small smirk.

"Don't." you rolled your eyes. "Shall we?"

"Y/N, I hope these 13 years washed it all away because .." Shikamaru said while grabbing the doorknob. " .. you might be in for a surprise."

With that, your old friend opened the door to the Hokage's office and walked inside as you followed suit. He stepped to the side while you found yourself in the middle of the room, staring at the back of a tall man with short, yellow hair, a creamy-white cloak draped over the body on which you could clearly read the words painted red that spelled Seventh Hokage. Your fingers immediately gripped the stack of folders tightly, swallowing the knot formed into your throat as you worked on maintaining the professional posture.

"Thirteen years, ha?" Naruto's voice broke the silence, appreciating the deepness that rooted into it as he was now grown, dancing into your eardrums with every single note. "Y/N, you impressed me by being able to stay away from your home for so long."

"Lord Seventh, it had to be done." you replied with such respect in your voice it even had Shikamaru raise his eyebrows. "Tough experiences shape the heart and soul of a person. We tend to grow because of them more than from the simple comfort and happiness of our own home."

Naruto suddenly tensed hearing your words as you could see his shoulders straightening briefly before a deep breath was taken. He took a step back from the window and turned around to face you, to finally put a face to the voice he had missed terribly. Heart skipping more beats than he could count, Naruto took in your appearance, completely taken back as you looked as if you have not aged a single day in these past thirteen years. It was absolutely astonishing how he could feel 18 again just by looking into your eyes. For a brief moment, he stepped back in time. After all, you were the one that got away. Lips parted slightly, heart beating powerfully into your ears, you stifled a sigh that has been building into you since the moment the door opened before your eyes. The impact of his presence had more than a simple effect on you, hands trembling as Naruto's bright, baby blue eyes spilled into yours instantly, sucking all the air your lungs thought they possessed. He looked so mature, imposing and somehow intimidating from behind the desk, knowing he was the Seventh Hokage of the Hidden Leaf, achieving the biggest dream he ever had. You felt like a child in comparison to him, shrinking slightly under his deep gaze. Your eyes shifted quickly, tracing how his lips curved into a melancholic smile that transformed into a wide one, head tilted a bit to the side, eyebrows curved up. Naruto was over the moon that you were standing before him and it showed. On the sidelines, Shikamaru held back a laugh, pleasing himself with only a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Oh, this was going to be interesting!

"That wisdom of yours .." Naruto chuckled stepping from behind the desk, walking right in front of you. " .. could've helped me out along these years."

"I think you've handled it quite well without it .." you chuckled. " .. Lord Seventh."

"Can we skip the pleasantries?" he asked rising an eyebrow and taking the stack of folders out of your hands, placing them on the desk quickly.

"It's only fit." you shrugged. "Respect and all that."

Before you could even react, Naruto's arms wrapped around your neck, body landing against his as you immediately got drunk on the scents attacking your nostrils and mind mercilessly, both of your hearts beating powerfully and in sync, listening to them after all this time. Warmth was radiating off his body, absorbing it yourself, out of instinct pushing yourself more into the embrace, your own arms wrapping around him tightly. Yes, you missed him, oh, so damn much! Shikamaru held back another laugh. As he presumed: 13 years did not mean shit.

"So .." Naruto pulled back from the embrace without actually taking a step back away from your, the closeness intoxicating. "Gaara finally allowed me to borrow you?"

"Finally?" you asked confused.

"I've been trying since I became Hokage." Naruto confessed quite surprised that you did not know.

"Probably he considered I was not ready yet." you replied displaying the well deserved respect you held for Gaara. "I trust his judgement."

"You will have plenty of time to catch up." Shikamaru sighed walking up to us as you and Naruto both took a step back, creating a wider than necessary gap in between the two of you. "Matters at hand."

"Oh, by the way .." you said as Shikamaru pulled the chair for you with Naruto sitting at his desk. "Congratulations!"

"Huh?" Naruto frowned in confusion.

"Boruto." you cracked a smile that threatened to break your face. "His first day at the Academy?"

Naruto did not reply immediately, studying your face a bit too deeply as if looking for something specific. The almost too perfect smile you were displaying had his features soften quickly, despite the fact that you mentioned one of his children. He was never able to escape the effects of your intoxicating smile or laugh, the notes of your voice and deep eyes, beauty and presence. After all, you were the one that got away. Watching how Naruto's gaze was fixated on your face, you have never expected for the next words to cross your mind as you stood into his office, bright blue ripping through your soul: You were fucked. *6 months later*

"No, it wasn't me!" you laughed almost knocking off the glass of wine on the living room table. "It was Kiba, I swear!"

"I've been looking for this for years!" Naruto sighed holding a photograph of the two of you, one Kakashi took before you left for the Sand Village.

"Damn Kiba stole it to annoy you and forgot to give it back." you replied peaking over the table at the photograph. "Instead of giving it to you, he sent it to me."

"We were young .." Naruto said with melancholy. " .. so full of dreams and desires."

"Yeah .." you trailed off switching your gaze to his face, a sad smile gracing his lips.

"Can I keep it?" he asked looking at you with hope.

"Of course." you smiled. "That's why I showed it to you. If you want it, you can have it."

The past six months have been nothing but a delight as you were one of the few people that considered working with Naruto to be easy. Maybe it was because you knew him so well, able to mold yourself on his personality, capable of understanding how he thinks as if it was your own mind. The only downside of having such a close position to Naruto was the pain, the yearning. He was a happily married man as far as you knew with two amazing children you had the honor to meet, Boruto being as much of a menace as his father used to be at his age. That did not stop you from suddenly daydreaming of what it could have possibly been if you wouldn't have left, if you would've had the courage to confess your feelings. With each day, each stolen smile and subtle jokes, Naruto slowly reeled you in again, having your heart beating every single morning knowing you were going to see him, having your mind spinning whenever too close to you than actually needed, having your soul tremble with every innocent touch. You realized in time that the feelings Shikamaru hoped were washed away were still there, powerful and deep. The shame of feeling all of that for someone that was not, nor will ever be, yours was slowly disappearing seeing Naruto consciously getting close to you than normal, than allowed.

"I should go." Naruto said standing up. "Early morning."

"For the both of us." you sighed drinking the last drop of wine from the glass before guiding him to the door.

"I always feel better in your presence." Naruto said out of nowhere as he stood in front of the door. "Thank you."

"Anytime." you said with a small smile and a short nod.

Both standing there, eyes fixated deeply on each other, Naruto's Adam's apple moving up and down constantly from all the excessive swallowing while you played with the hem of your shirt not understanding what was happening. He was looking at you with such happiness, sadness peaking here and there, melancholy dancing into his eyes as you smiled back. You both knew that, right now, your eyes were doing the talking and nothing else. That is how well you knew each other. Naruto's fingers intertwined with yours, pulling them away from the hem of your shirt and you let out a deep breath that nestled into your lungs since he walked into your home for dinner. Only when he took the other hand into his you truly realized how much you ached for him, the deep longing buried for 13 years resurfacing, bound to be seen by him, bound to unravel you before him.

"Y/N .." Naruto whispered taking a step closer.

"Naruto, don't." you said in a weak tone, somehow pleading, yet somehow asking for more. "It's a dangerous road."

"Are you saying no?" he asked pulling you closer, only a coin capable to fit in between your bodies.

"I'm saying that it is dangerous." you replied swallowing hard.

"Why?" Naruto asked, one of his hands letting yours go, his thumb brushing along your lower lip as you could not look away from the eyes that haunted you. "I'm not happy."

"I would be a simple escape." you spoke slowly not wanting to stop his thumb from tracing your lip. "An easy one."

"What if you're not that?" Naruto followed tilting his head slightly, the thumb pushing softly on your lip, rolling it down slightly and you blocked a deep pleasured sigh. "You could never be just that."

"You have a wife." you replied as the word hurt your heart. "Children."

"You left." he said almost accusing you, his tone of such calmness it was impossible to feel attacked. "I had no idea you will return until it was too late."

"I needed to leave." you swallowed hard as his nose brushed against yours, warm breath fanning over your lips and a shiver ran down your spine. "As much as it hurt."

"And now you're back in my life." Naruto said, his eyes never leaving yours for a split second as you slowly but surely got drunk on him. "I can't lose you for another 13 years."

"Naruto, p-please .." you whispered against his lips, closing your eyes feeling the pain you constantly tried to hide. "I-I can't handle it .. I-I'm so weak when it comes to .."

Forcing yourself to swallow the last word, knowing how much you were giving yourself away as your body reacted on its own, walking backwards with Naruto holding your hand, the other cupping your cheek until you hit the wall of the hallway. Keeping your eyes completely shut, you felt a bit of control, a bit of steadiness even if you could feel him incredibly close, shutting down your brain bit by bit.

"Say it." Naruto said, fingers moving to hold your chin. "Please."

"P-please .. please!" you begged him knowing that once you utter the last word you are as good as gone, you would be trapped into him, you would fail to not be the factor tearing apart his family. "Family, Naruto. You have a family."

"Say it." he pushed, tone deepening, lips brushing against your once again as your knees almost caved.

"You have a wife." you tried reinforcing yourself, tears gathering under the closed eyelids. "You have a fucking wife."

"YOU make me happy." Naruto said as if in the same pain as yours. "Only YOU."

"No, no, no." you replied breathless, the tears escaping past your closed eyes and rolling down your blushing cheeks. "No, Naruto. Please, stop!"

"I've missed you for 13 years, every single day of my life." he pushed again letting your chin go, taking your hands and placing them on his chest, right on top of his heart. "Feel it because you know I would never lie to you."

The heartbeats were so powerful you could feel his heart into your palm, his words punching the pressure in your chest, releasing it into the entire body, goosebumps filling up the skin as his hands cupped your face.

"Open your eyes, please." Naruto pleaded. "Don't be afraid of me."

Trembling body, heartbeats threatening to carve a whole into your chest, hands gripping Naruto's shirt tightly, you opened your eyes as more tears spilled only to find a match for them. Naruto had his own staining his beautiful face, one now engulfed in pain and love, eyes of such a clear blue as never seen before. You could see and feel that he had the exact same feelings as you did, the love you had for him was even greater than the pain, wanting for once to feel as if he belongs to you and you belong to him.

"You're beautiful." Naruto said shaking his head slightly as if he could not believe what he was seeing. "You're the perfection I have been looking for my entire life."

"You." you said softly, hands pulling him closer.

"Me?" he asked with a small frown.

"You asked me to say it." your voice shaky, afraid of the outcome. "I'm weak when it comes to YOU."

"Y/N, I have been weak when it comes to you since I can remember." he chuckled lightly pulling your face as your lips were close to touching. "You're my chance at true happiness and love. Don't take it away from me again, please!"

"I won't." you caved as you wanted the exact same thing, him always being your only chance, the only you ever desired. "But promise me you'll be here when I wake up."

After all, he was the one that got away. Naruto pulled back slightly, hands quickly working their way under your armpits and pushing you upwards, instinct kicking in as you wrapped your legs around him, both staring at each other with parted lips, lust and love dangerously dancing together.

"I promise to be here in the morning." Naruto whispered with a soft smile. "And every morning after."

Diving into the endless void, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you pulled the man you have always loved into a deep kiss. Lips began working each other slowly and timidly as if you were both afraid it was a dream before the intensity grew as seconds passed by. Tongue flicking along Naruto's lower lip, his mouth gave you access along with a breathless moan before taking over completely. He followed almost instantly, not giving you a single chance to dominate the delicious intertwining of your tongues, exploring each other's mouth with fervor, body entangled fully as he carried you into the bedroom. Senses activating completely, the hairs on your body raised realizing what was about to happen and who was the person that was going to fulfill a desire you harbored since your 19th birthday. Placing you on the bed with ease, Naruto hovered over you, half-lidded eyes as he stared at you for a bit, a bright blush coloring your cheeks abruptly.

"Do you want me?" he asked wanting to convince him that this was indeed happening.

"Yes." you breathed, hands grabbing the hem of his shirt and raising it up slightly to see the well toned abs you have always imagined. "I want you."

Without wasting a single second, Naruto pulled the shirt of your body, braless breasts escaping their confinement, teeth biting on his lower lip as he did nothing but to stare at you. Out of pure instinct, arms shot up to cover yourself, the intensity of his gaze throwing you off.

"Please, love." Naruto said wrapping his fingers around your wrists, pulling your arms away and placing them above your head, eyes darting from yours to your breasts and back up. "You're perfect."

The shiver that shocked your body had him chuckle softly, fingers trailing down from your neck, down the collarbone, slowly going in between your breasts, pinching playfully the skin of your belly before reaching the hem of your shorts. Holding your breath, Naruto pulled them off, throwing them on the floor, before making the panties disappear as well, leaving you exposed in your entirety. Once he spend enough time taking in the nakedness of your form, a satisfied smile gracing his lips, tongue wetting them with hunger, Naruto took a step in front of the bed and you placed your foot on his lower abdomen.

"Off." you said biting your inner cheek. "All of it."

He let out a colorful laugh that pulled yours out as well, completely drunk on how powerful you felt seeing him so mesmerized by your body. It was easily noticeable that you took over his mind fully, nothing else occupying his brain but your nakedness and willingness to be his. A gasp left your lungs seeing him bare right before your eyes for the first time in your life, eyes moving away from his face, a lustful smirk tugging at his lips, and down his chest, mesmerized by every single muscle this man's body revealed before you, licking your lips as your gaze danced down the abs and going straight for what you have always been curious about. Eyebrows shooting up slightly in obvious surprise, you swallowed hard realizing the size of his cock, staring at it as it was throbbing in all its might right before your eyes. A deep sigh rolled off your lips that was muffled by his lips, Naruto quick as always in his movements, hovering over you and kissing the life out of you, teeth pulling at your lower lip slightly earning him the first moan of the night. One of his hands went in between your breasts, fingers softly trailing their outline before moving to cup one of them, digging into its flesh and you gasped into his mouth. The kiss intensified, arms resting on his back, nails grazing the skin so softly it had him arch slightly much to your surprise. Pulling away from your lips and leaving your gasping for air, Naruto trailed hot, wet kisses along the jaw, working his way down your neck while his hands cupped both of your breasts, squeezing and playing with them, pulling shivers out of you with a deep satisfaction. A high pitched moan bounced off the walls of the bedroom the moment his lips locked on one of your hardened buds, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while paying equal attention to the other as well. As he worked both of your sensitive breasts, saliva smeared all over them as you gasped for air, his other hand traveled right in between your legs and you jumped slightly with Naruto smiling against your skin. Two of his fingers spread your pussy lips open, middle finger exploring the hotness of the area, wetness dripping all over his hand. A violent spasm rocked your body as he trapped your clit in between his index and middle finger, pressing it in between them and your back arched, hips moving instinctively.

"You're so wet for me, baby." Naruto purred moving away from your chest, swollen nipples glistening into the faint moonlight, as he kneeled in front of the bed looking directly into your exposed pussy and licking his lips. "You really wanted me."

"Yes!" you moaned as with one hand he spread your lips while the other explored everything it had to offer. "God, yes!"

Pinching softly the bundle of nerves that held your sanity, Naruto smirked seeing your inviting pussy clenching around nothing, knowing how much you wanted him to ravage your body, to truly make you his. Muttering a 'fuck', he kept you open as he laid his tongue flat against your wetness, a relieved sigh leaving you, before dragging it up along the opening, tip of the tongue flicking your clit and you jumped upwards slightly from the pressure. Naruto realized you weren't one to stay in one place when the pleasure consumed you, he wrapped his arms around your thighs locking you in place completely, your hands gripping the sheets the moment his lips sucked on your sweet bundle of nerves, a loud moan slipping away. Tongue moved expertly in between your wet folds, drinking in any bit of sweetness you offered him, daring to push it into your pussy, the tip of his nose applying that delicious pressure on the clitoris that had you roll your eyes into the back of your head. Picking up the speed, adjusting to your body's movements, the first finger went in, squeezing him enough for a low growl to vibrate against your pussy. Your hips started moving without even thinking, pushing yourself into his face, hands reaching to grip his hair and provide you with leverage to grind against him. Naruto watched every single one of your reactions, completely drunk on the sweetness of your pussy, wanting to have you come first before having his way with you. Another finger went in, both curving up and bumping against the spot that was going to have you spill into his open mouth. Pumping them in and out of you, tongue swirling around, flicking your clit, working its way around your folds before sucking on the bundle of nerves with fervor. Body spasms multiplying by the second as he felt the swollen spot, fingers dragging in and out, the clenching of your pussy suffocating them, he smirked knowing how close your were.

"Cum for me, baby." Naruto spoke against your pussy, the vibrations shooting right into your core. "Let me taste you."

Hips rolling against his fingers, gasps and whimpers rolling off your pretty, pouty lips as Naruto brought you to the edge by biting softly on your swollen clit. Tightening the grip on his hair, your mouth opened widely, a scream erupted, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you spilled your orgasm all over him, the sounds of Naruto's mouth collecting his reward having your body trembling violently, toes curled in exquisite pleasure. Fingers worked slowly, allowing you to ride the release before pulling them out with a pop.

"As I thought." Naruto smiled with satisfaction as you watched him sucking yourself off his fingers, pussy clenching again at the sight. "Absolutely delicious."

Climbing into the bed, Naruto pulled you after him easily, you were still coming off of your high as you were placed on his lap, legs straddling his waist. The image before you had your mind and heart racing. Naruto's blue eyes darkened, lust flashing in them for you to see, a faint blush pinching his cheeks while his puffy lips were smeared with your cum. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Naruto pulled you into a deep kiss while squeezing the fat of your thighs, the sweet taste of your release now spread all over your lips, him feeding you with your own cum. Moaning into his mouth, you could feel his cock twitching under you, touching your clit patiently. Your hand traveled along his abdomen before wrapping your fingers around his hard cock, squeezing it a bit and Naruto groaned into your mouth. Thumb spreading the pre-cum along the tip, you lifted your hips and glided the cockhead in between your folds to lubricate it with your own wetness.

"Fuck." Naruto gasped, teeth clenching around your lower lip. "Impatient, aren't we?"

"I want you." you replied with a playful smile. "This is me wanting you. As deep as possible."

Naruto eyed you slightly taken back at your boldness as he knew you did not used to be so straightforward. He found himself incredibly pleasured by the sight of your hand around his cock, teasing both with it as you kept it placed at the entrance of your sweetness. His hands moved up on your waist, gripping it tightly as he loved the way your curves were especially obvious in that area, flowing perfectly into the thickness of your hips and ass.

"Take me, baby." Naruto purred against your before stealing a kiss. "I'm yours."

You pulled yourself backwards a bit, hands gripping his broad shoulders, muscles flexing under your touch as you let your body sink slowly on the cock that was sure to stretch you out exactly the way you always wished for. Sinking on it, ever so slowly, as he watched your lips sucking him in, beads of sweat already forming on your back from the hot sting. You allowed yourself to tease the both of you, keeping the cockhead tightly wrapped right past the muscle ring, clenching on it willingly as Naruto's head fell backwards, gasps filling the air. It felt so good with only the tip, you wondered how it will be with all of it inside of you, to the hilt. Pushing yourself up, his cock escaped the warmth of your pussy and he whimpered. The Seventh Hokage whimpered like a baby for your pussy and such a deep satisfaction overcame you that you rewarded him by sinking yourself back again. This time you pushed past the stinging and the painful stretch it caused, an immense pleasure ripping throughout your body as you pushed yourself down. And down. And down. And down. Naruto's flushed face had you smile playfully, sitting on him completely, cock twitching inside and you moaned at the sensation.

"T-too good!" you gasped as the simple feeling of him being inside of you pushing you to the edge.

Naruto pushed you up by the waist, squeezing harder than before and your eyes melted into each other's, immediately reading his intentions, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you braced. Before you could even take a breath, he slammed you roughly on his dick, a scream rupturing from your lungs as it hit so deep you almost came on the spot. Mind dizzy, lips parted slightly, drunk completely with him, with his cock, his scent and the scents of sex filling the bedroom, you lifted your hips again and thrusted him inside of you. Slowly, still adjusting his size, you bounced yourself up and down as you could see his eyes trying to take in the entire image: saliva gathered into the corners of your mouth from the pleasure, tits bouncing on the rhythm of the movements, pussy sucking him in deliciously, perfectly, beyond anything he had fantasized before. Picking up the pace, you started shivering from the pleasure and his ability to reach places no one could before.

"GOD!" you moaned as you dropped hard on him, cock hitting the deepest spot in your pussy.

"Not God, baby." Naruto chuckled wrapping one of his hands around your neck and pulling you forward, back arching by instinct. "Just me."

Sinking down against the headboard of the bed, Naruto pulled you forward, lips brushing against each other as he held tightly on your neck, nipples brushing his chest enough to arouse you even more, your knees digging into the mattress while he bent his upwards creating the perfect angle to pound into you.

"Your pussy was made for my cock." Naruto whispered stealing short kisses while applying the necessary pressure on your neck that had you clenching around him constantly. "You wanted me? You're mine."

The other hand grabbed your hip, cock sliding out of you up to the tip before Naruto pushed himself into you with such force you let out a chocked out scream. It was the moment where you truly gave up control, his cock fucking itself into you with fast and rough repeated thrusts that had you completely weak for this man. Letting go of your neck, arms wrapped around him, nails scratching his back with the purpose of sending him home with a gift, the possessiveness overcoming you, lips latching on the skin of his neck, in the most exposed spot as you started sucking on it which had him moaning loudly, pussy mercilessly devouring his cock, a heavy palm landing on your ass cheek.

"You want to get me in trouble?" Naruto laughed dangerously.

"F-Fuck!" you moaned, his hips slamming against your ass furiously. "Yes!"

"Then do it, baby." Naruto's deep, husky voice whispered into your ear. "Fill me up with your mark."

His words traveled at the speed of light throughout your body, lips founding another spot on which you could inflict the purple mark enough to be visible for every single person to see. You were not thinking straight anymore, letting out only moans and dirty words spill out of your mouth as his cock abused your pussy, hitting the cervix with such precision it was astonishing. Naruto's arms wrapped around your waist tightly to keep you in place, in the perfect angle that could split you open, ramming his throbbing cock into you, fucking you completely dumb, the squelching sounds of your pussy spilling all over him driving you both insane. He absolutely adored the sounds he could pull out of you, the sounds of your pussy sucking his cock in, the sounds he was making because of you. All of it was because of you.

"N-Naruto!" you moaned loudly, turning almost into a scream. "S-so g-goo-good .. so .. so .. R-right th-AH-there!"

"My God, baby!" Naruto groaned as your pussy started tightening, his lips finding your neck to offer you the same treatment. "Such a fucking perfect pussy!"

"O-only f-for youuuu!" you moaned again and again and again, desperate from the pleasure.

You were so incredibly wet, Naruto could feel the sheets completely drenched under him as all the arousal kept spilling out of your pussy, coating his cock with the most delicious taste he has ever experienced. His lips were caught by yours into a feral kiss that had his knees trembling, moaning into his mouth, skins slapping against each other and you clenched. Harder than before, tighter than before which meant that you were close. Naruto brought one of his hands in between your legs, palm circling on your clit, increasing the pace of his cock so much he knew he was close to straining the muscles of his thighs, fingers keeping open your folds. You were the most perfect woman he has ever had in his bed.

"B-baby .. b-ba-AHH-by!" you kept moaning, tonality turning high pitched as seconds went by.

"Yes, yes." Naruto felt you closing on him, suffocating his cock with your delicious pussy. "Cum on my cock, baby."

Tightening your arms around his neck, cheek pressing against his, mouth spilling moans directly into his ear, you clenched with such force he let out the loudest moan you have ever heard. This time you came even more violently than before, entire body going through spasms and shivers, hips rolling to meet his thrusts half way. Your release spilled with a deep pressure all over Naruto's hard cock, slipping right past it and drenching his thighs even more than before. Body going limp into his arms, he placed kisses all over your face, capturing your lips into a deep kiss, tongues massaging each other.

"So good, love." Naruto purred into your ear, erratic breathing appearing as a sign that he was about to cum as well. "So perfect for me."

"Fill me up, baby." you whispered into his ear, the last of your force being used to pull at his earlobe, tongue flicking it.

Sliding his cock along the insides of your oversensitive pussy at an aggressive speed, he used your body as he saw fit, bullying himself into you again and again, sloppy thrusts pushing your cum back inside, splashing it all over the bed, and Naruto gritted his teeth, pulling back to kiss you. With another deep thrust that hit far back, your teeth clenching around his lower lip and he hissed, cock twitching inside the warmth of your gummy walls before spilling his hot, sticky seed into you. Relaxing, Naruto rode out his high with slow thrusts, pushing his cum deep into you where it belonged, some spilling down his cock. Panting heavily, you both remained entangled while catching your breaths and you pulled back cupping his face.

"You're mine." you said as you shamelessly pushed the guilt back to wherever it came from.

"I am yours." Naruto smiled kissing you. "Forever, baby."

After slow kisses were planted on your puffy lips, Naruto slid out of you and picked you up, carrying your tired body into the bathroom. He wanted to bathe with you before stuffing you full again and again until the sun would creep through the curtains and fall asleep into each other's arms. For the rest of your lives.

After all, you were the one that got away.

❈❈

"Dear Naruto,

Oh, who am I lying with such introduction? My love .. By the time you wake up, I will be on my way towards the Sand Village. I watched you peacefully sleep into my bed and that is when I truly realized how unhappy your were in your own home. You came to me for salvation, for that love we always wondered when young if it truly exists. I can say from the bottom of my heart that it does.

How do I know? Because I can feel my love for you. Because I can feel your love for me.

However, I do not want to be the reason for which your family breaks. I want to be the reason for your love and happiness forever. That can mean only one thing.

Naruto, leave her because you truly feel unhappy in your marriage and not because I appeared again into your life. Such decision takes serious thinking which I know you do not always have. But now? Now is the time to truly and deeply think: If I hadn't come back, would you have stayed in the marriage? If the answer is yes, it means that I was the reason for breaking you up. If the answer is no, it means that it is time for you to choose yourself, to be happy.

Come find me once you are completely sure of your resolve and feelings, no matter what the answer is. A family is more important than anything. Your happiness is my happiness no matter the choice. I will wait for your for a lifetime if needed. After all, you were the one that got away. Love, Y/N"

Naruto held the letter he found on the nightstand three days ago after he woke up and you were not there. Opening the door of his home, he read once again the words he already memorized, and walked inside.

"Hinata?" Naruto called losing the shoes.

"You're home." his wife smiled greeting him.

"We need to talk." Naruto said expressionless while folding the letter and placing it into the back pocket of his pants. "It's time."

After all, you were the one that got away.

#uchihamylove26 my favorite baby!!! #my favorite simp uchihamylove26 #anime smut #anime writing blog #naruto #anime #anime x reader #naruto fanfiction #naruto x reader #naruto smut #naruto uzumaki #naruto x y/n #naruto x you #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto uzumaki x you #naruto uzumaki smut #brain rot

[llazyneiph]

Can't believe I'm making another post about Adf*y in 2021 but here we go...

I'm sure you all know the new adf*y page which (i'm pretty sure) adf*y skipper can't skip anymore, the one where it asks to send notifications and won't let you proceed until you let them send notifications.

I accidentally just allowed one of these notifications (not at home and using a janky mouse on a pillow, keeps going crazy), so I immediately headed to my chrome settings to get rid of it.

I'm going through blocking everything before I delete it (just so I feel better about it truly being gone lol) and I see this:

I'm thinking, what the hell is a payment handler and why is it set to allow?? That super doesn't sound good... And after some googling I find yeah, it's probably not great.

So, what's a payment handler? Basically, it's when google saves your payment details to autofill later on when you're making an online purchase. So that includes your credit card, debit card, paypal, ect, details. (Source - askcybersecurity.com) Now these are usually fine on legitimate sites but this site specifically:

You just google 'christianivory.pro' and every result is how to get rid of it because it's malware. (That picture was after I cleared the cookies it had already stored, no idea what they were)

(btw, I wouldn't recommend clicking on any of these since malware/viruses are often hidden behind fake anti-malware ads/programs)

Luckily I don't keep any of my payment details saved so I'm pretty sure I'm fine after deleting it and MalwareBytes or Windows Defender hasn't detected anything. I can't say for sure what it would have done if I hadn't of deleted it, it seems to mostly be notification spam but the fact that it was trying to access my payment methods doesn't sound all that great. Even if having the payment methods allowed doesn't do shit, I've had money stolen from me through an adf*y virus before (source - my tumblr)

Like I said, I'm pretty sure I got lucky because I don't save those things but I'm going to offer a hypothetical situation which could be extremely likely in our community specifically;

Lets say I'm a 14 year old simmer who uses their parents computer to play the sims. I've recently discovered custom content and my favourite creator uses adf*y, but since I'm young and new to the community I have no idea that adf*y can be bad and I trust this creator so they would never link me to anything that could harm my computer... right? So I accept that adf*y notification and don't think anything of it, I get the CC I really like and I'm happy. But that notification I just accepted has saved my parents credit card details. I'm sure you can guess where the rest of this situation goes.

So this is me, creator to creator, telling you need to stop. I know finding a source of income can be awful right now, but your source of income could be coming at the expense of someone else who did not agree to this.

If you think your content is worth a price then I urge you to start a Patreon, Ko-Fi or even a paypal because these are platforms that are safe for both parties and are OPTIONAL. Adf*y is not optional for the downloader.

Stop putting the younger and more susceptible people in our community at risk. As creators it is likely that we gain a larger following so stop taking advantage of that. Especially if you're older or are someone who preaches the safety of our younger members in this space, step up and actually practice what you fucking preach instead of just saying it for likes and reblogs.

I am genuinely sick of this, I've been in this community for over half a goddamn decade now and I've posted before about adf*y, as have dozens of other people and this shit is STILL happening.

I am so close to wiping my old laptop and recording myself going through creators adf*y links and downloading as many malicious things as I can JUST to prove to people that adf*y is not safe. And no, I wouldn't blur out blog names, I would specifically be calling people out on their shit. This isn't just petty simblr drama, this can actually affect peoples lives.

TL:DR;

It's Adf*y?? We all know it's bad, stop using it for the sake of our community members!?? I'm gonna start calling people out for pretty soon?? STOP PISSING WHERE YOU EAT

how to remove notifications on chrome:

Checking/removing payment methods on chrome:

I'm sure there are some of you who will take issue with my post for whatever reason so:

1. Don't comment saying that we should just keep downloading however many adfl*y skippers or avoidant addons or be careful about what we click, that is not the point of this post. We shouldn't HAVE to do that just to get cc, and new/young community members DON'T KNOW THIS.

2. SimGuruDrake explicitly saying creators cannot use permanent paywalls

source (sims forums)

video on adf*y (old but still relevant info)

video (this dude basically just speedruns getting malware from link shorteners and the ads on the sites lol)

#ts4 #simblr #ts3 #anti adfly #sims #the sims

[ocean-ai]

Call Me~ Jeno

All I did was hurt myself while writing this since Jeno is my Dream bias...Anyway, I hope you all like it! :) 

Pairings: Jeno X Female Reader

Genre: SMUT

Word Count: 2,932

Warnings: Dom!Jeno, oral (female receiving), semi rough sex, dirty talk

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You settled yourself in bed and were about to go to sleep when your phone buzzed. You rolled your eyes knowing it was your boyfriend, Jeno. He always texted you late at night.

You opened the message and felt yourself blush. It was a picture of him laying in bed shirtless with a piece of candy in his mouth. "I miss you, baby. This chocolate doesn't taste nearly as good as you do....." You almost threw your phone reading the text. Why must he do this to you? He was such a tease and since he’d been working out lately, you could see the definition of his newly built muscles. 

You were about to reply, but another message came in. You were almost afraid to open this one, but you wanted to. "I'm so horny...I need you, baby." You screamed into your pillow and fanned yourself with your hand. Jeno knew exactly how to get you flustered.

Once you calmed down, you decided to call your man. It rang twice before he answered, "I'm guessing you got my texts, love?"

"Yeah, I got them."

"How do you plan on helping me? I'm so hard right now." He whined.

You felt yourself get hotter as he spoke. "Jeno, you're killing me."

He chuckled. "You know what I'm thinking about right now, baby?" He asked her as he lowered his hand towards his throbbing crotch.

You were almost afraid to ask, but at this point, you didn't care. "What?"

Jeno chuckled. "The last time we had sex. The way you looked while you were riding me, the sounds you made. How hot you are when you bounce on my cock. God, you're so sexy. I want to recreate that right now. I can't take it." He began to rub himself through his shorts. He wanted to relieve himself, but he also wanted you to do it for him.

You couldn't help but moan at what he said. "Oh my god, Jeno. Don't do this to me when you're not here."

"Are you wet?"

You gasped. You weren't expecting him to ask you that so soon. "Jeno!"

"Well, are you?" He chuckled thinking about his girlfriend. You were either really cute or really sexy. There was no in-between with you. "You're blushing right now, huh?"

You giggled. "Yes." He knew you too well.

"Mm, to which one, baby? You can tell me." He cooed.

"Both."

That was all you had to say before Jeno responded with, "I'm coming over. I thought we could maybe have phone sex, but imagining you isn't enough." He got out of his bed and began to get dressed.

"Good. I can't come without you, baby."

Jeno smirked at your words, thinking about the way you come when he fucks you deeply. "You better hold out for me. I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow."

"Hurry up, I need you now."

***

About 10 minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You smiled to yourself as you looked over your appearance. You had on the cutest little lace bra and matching panty set that was his favorite color. He was gonna lose his mind once he sees you. 

He knocked on the door one more time before you opened it. "Finally you-oh my god." He stopped mid-sentence once he noticed what little you had on. 

You giggled, "Come on in, Jeno. I've been waiting for you, baby." He didn't say anything, he just locked the door behind him and picked you up over his shoulder. “Jeno!” You giggled as he took you into your bedroom. He’d been to your apartment so many times it’s surprising he hasn’t moved in yet. 

Once he reached your room, he practically threw you on the bed and he bit his bottom lip looking at you. Your lacy lingerie was driving him insane and he couldn’t wait to take it off of you. You could see the lust in his eyes as he looked you up and down. 

He sucked on his bottom lip before taking his hoodie off and getting on top of you. He had a tank top on underneath, and you pushed your hands up under it. He was now on top of you, kissing on your neck, feeling up your body. His soft lips felt soothing on your burning skin. He nipped at your skin, leaving little bite marks. “Jeno, baby,” you whined and he kissed the most sensitive spot on your neck that he knew so well. 

His hands were moving all over your body, squeezing and holding on to his favorite parts of you. His lips were now at the tops of your breasts, also leaving little bites and marks on your soft skin. He loved kissing your tits; it turned him on so much. Your hands were in his long black hair, gripping it tightly. 

You started moaning a little louder when he began to rub on your ass. He was getting hard and you could feel it pressing against your thigh. You wanted to help him out with his growing problem, but the way his body was positioned on top of you made it hard to move under him. Now that Jeno had been working out more often, he was quite strong. 

He pulled away from your burning skin and pulled you up with him. You were now sitting up so that Jeno could reach behind you and unhook your bra. You quickly removed it from your body and Jeno immediately took one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned feeling his tongue flick against the hardening nub. 

Your fingers were back in his hair, pulling on his lush locks. Jeno recently let his hair grow and it was driving you crazy; you loved his new look. He was like the skater boy of your dreams with his new longer black hair. 

The more stimulation he gave your nipples, the wetter you became. You were starting to get needy, you just wanted him to fuck you. “Je-Jeno,” you whined.

He pulled away from your nipple; his pink lips swollen from kissing your body and lips so much. “Yes, beautiful?” One of his hands was slowly moving down your body, closer and closer to your panties. Until finally, he got where you wanted him. He rubbed your clit lightly before going lower to your slit, feeling your wetness. “This is all for me?” He said teasingly. He knew damn well, he just liked to be a little shit. 

You were about to speak, but then Jeno ever so slowly inched his middle finger inside you. You yelped at the new intrusion, unable to say anything but his name. He chuckled and went back to kissing on your neck. His soft lips and his thumb on your clit were making your head spin. 

He soon added a second finger and quickened his movements. He started to fuck you with his fingers and you could feel that you were going to fall apart. He’s just gotten started with you and you already felt your orgasm coming. 

“You can hold out for me, right?” His voice sent shivers down your spine and you clenched around his fingers. “Not yet, baby.” He smirked before taking his fingers out of you. He sucked on his fingers, tasting you. “My favorite,” he said before removing his body from yours and laying down next to you. 

You looked at him confused. “Do you want me to ride you?” That was usually what he did when he wanted you on top. 

“Close. Sit on my face.”

Your eyes widened. “Wh-what?” You’d never done that before and you couldn’t believe what just came out of his pretty mouth. 

He smirked, “You heard me. Take your panties off and sit on my face. I won’t say it again.” 

Speechless, you did as you were told. Jeno watched you as you took off your little lacy panties and climbed over his body to his waiting mouth. Jeno ever so slowly started to lick your entrance, teasing you with his tongue. You moaned softly feeling his wet muscle on your lower half. 

He moved his tongue up to your clit, tracing his tongue against it. Jeno hooked his arms under your legs to hold you in place since you were starting to move a lot on top of him. His strong arms held you down as the pleasure was already starting to become intense. As worried as you were about doing this, you were so, so glad you did. 

Jeno sucked on your clit, and you screamed his name. Your hands were in his hair, tugging slightly. You looked down and met his sharp eyes and he groaned onto your body. Your whole body shook from the vibrations of his voice. Jeno was enjoying this a little too much; he could feel himself get harder with each passing second and he just wanted you to relieve him. He was bulging through his sweatpants. 

Jeno knew exactly what to do to have you screaming and he did just that. His tongue had moved back down to your entrance, slipping itself inside you as you did your best to stay in place. His tongue moved quickly on your clit; he was determined to have you a mess on top of him. You weren’t sure if it was the new position you were in, or if Jeno had just gotten better at eating you out, but you could feel the pleasure being more intense than usual. 

“Fuck!” You screamed as you felt your orgasm approaching. You threw your head back and reveled in the pleasure your man was giving you. Your breathing was getting heavier and you felt like you were flying from the pleasure. Jeno’s tongue was relentless on your clit, giving it the most attention. He knew you loved it when he went down on you and made sure that you were losing your mind from what he was doing to you. 

Before you knew it, the familiar pit in your stomach was making its presence. “Je-Jennooo,” You moaned quite loudly. Jeno chuckled below you and you screamed from the vibrations. Jeno felt proud of himself after hearing your screams, it motivated him more to make sure that you had the best orgasm possible. 

The pleasure was becoming so intense that your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Your toes curled, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your whole body tensed up. Jeno’s tongue was the only thing that mattered to you right now, nothing could take you away from the pleasure your gorgeous man was giving you. 

Jeno kept going through your orgasm until you shook from the overstimulation. “Jeno pl-please,” you whined before trying to remove yourself from him. His arms held you in place for a little bit longer until he was satisfied. He couldn’t get enough of you. 

Finally, he let go of you and you collapsed onto the bed next to him. You needed a minute to catch your breath from the orgasm you just experienced. Maybe you should let him do that again. You weren’t paying attention to what Jeno was doing until you couldn’t feel him next to you anymore. “That was fun, baby,” You heard him say as he started to take his sweatpants off. He looked at you with sweet eyes as he released his erection. He was pink and swollen, ready for you. 

You bit your lip looking at your man. He was gorgeous with his slim body, pink lips, and pink tip. Every inch of him was perfect. You had your fantasy boy right in front of you, waiting to fuck you into next week. He smirked at you staring at him. “Take a picture, baby,” he chuckled before putting a condom on. 

You giggled as he crawled on top of you, leaning down to kiss you. It was soft and loving, but you knew that was not going to last long. Jeno was not in a soft mood tonight. That’s fine, neither were you. All you wanted was for Jeno to fuck you stupid. And he was going to make sure the only name you could remember was his. 

Jeno took his hand and lined his tip with your entrance, teasing you by sliding it up and down. You moaned, and Jeno kept up with his teasing even though it was killing both of you. “Jeno, just fuck me already!” You begged. At this point, all you wanted was him to fuck you into the mattress and stop with the teasing. 

A smirk of satisfaction spread across his pretty face before he thrust into you quickly, making you scream at the new intrusion. As shocked as you were, you were also in pure bliss. God, he felt so fucking good. He went in hard, but not too fast. Not quite yet. Jeno wanted to make sure that you felt every inch of him before he went any faster. He wanted to prolong both of your pleasures as much as he could.

Jeno grabbed one of your legs and put it around his slim waist, making him go deeper into you. Your moans were getting louder as you pulled your man closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders and kissed him. It was a quick kiss, but it was just what you two needed. 

He started to speed up his hips as he buried his face in your neck and left little kisses. Your body was already so sensitive from your past orgasm, so anything he did just heightened your senses. Fuck, Jeno really knew how to please you. Jeno rose up from your body and he took your hips in his hands, giving him something to hold on to as he thrust into you faster. 

You looked down and watched as his cock went in and out of you quickly, and you started to tweak your nipples to enhance your pleasure. Jeno drank in the sight in front of him and moved his hips a little faster, making you scream and squirm a little under him. Your grip around his waist tightened, trapping him between your legs. This was your favorite position to be in when he was fucking into you like this. You loved looking at his gorgeous body, seeing his muscles flex with each thrust, and watching his face contort in pleasure. You couldn’t get enough of him and he couldn’t get enough of you. 

Jeno was making little noises of pleasure of his own and it sounded so good to you. You loved hearing him moan and it turned you on even more. The combination of his moans and groans with the way he thrust into you was arousing you even more than you were before. It was as if each time you heard him moan you became even more wet and ready for him and the way he connected to you. 

At this point, Jeno was pounding you into the mattress and you were so loud. Jeno felt a good sense of pride knowing he was the only man that could make you feel this good. He angled his hips to hit your spot and once again, you were screaming loudly. A mixture of his name, curses, and incoherent moans was all that was coming out of your mouth. 

Jeno knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer, but he was determined to make sure you were good and fucked out tonight. His thrusts had become so fast and harsh that your legs started to lose grip on his body, but you held on. You needed to have his body as close to you as possible. Your hands were gripping the sheets as the pleasure was becoming very intense. Your overly sensitive body felt hot and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer with the way he was hitting your spot each time his body crashed into yours.

You could tell that Jeno wasn’t going to last much longer either since his hips were starting to falter. You didn’t care that he slowed his hips down a little because he was still pretty rough with his thrusts. “You feel so good, baby,” He groaned before removing one of his hands and he started to rub your clit in harsh circles. 

“Je-Jeno oh my GOD!” You screamed when you felt him rub your clit in time with his thrusts. Now your impending orgasm was building up inside of you and you knew that it wouldn’t take much longer for you to come. 

Jeno moaned your name when he felt you tighten around his cock. He was close, but he always made sure you came first. He rubbed your clit faster and applied a little bit of pressure, knowing that is what sets you off. 

And so you did. 

Your orgasm hit you at full force as the pleasure washed over you. Jeno loved hearing all the noises you made as you came around him and trapped him between your legs. His favorite place to be. 

Jeno’s own high soon followed yours as his hips slowed down and he came into the condom. Exhausted, Jeno leaned down to kiss you before slowly pulling out of you and catching his breath.

You giggled when he pulled away from you. “Holy shit, Jeno.” That might have been the best sex you two have ever had. 

He chuckled. “I’ll be more gentle next time.” He said before kissing your cheek.

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ambivalence blurb: why stop now - rafe cameron

a/n: besties!!i am nervous LOL. i got a little carried away, sorry it's so long but i hope you enjoy it! as always, leave me a comment, let me know what you think <3

Warnings: slight separation anxiety, swearing, kissing, mentions of stress, exhaustion, slight sexual innuendoes, mentions of marriage

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It had been one week exactly since Connor Scott Cameron was welcomed to the world when you wake up on the couch alone. Furrowing your eyebrows and blinking a few times, you scan your home in search of Rafe. You stand, back aching from how you'd been laid out on the couch. He had been with you when you fell asleep, promptly out after putting Connor to bed.

Assuming he went to bed, you start toward the bedroom you share when you glance down to Connor's room and find his door open. You smile softly to yourself as you walk toward it, looking in just far enough to find Rafe leaning over the crib and staring.

You push open the door slightly further and enter, setting the palm of your hand on his back as you approach. He turns around and smiles timidly, not wanting to admit he'd been caught watching him sleep again. Rafe wraps an arm around you and you both settle your gaze to the sweet, perfectly healthy baby boy.

"He's just so little," Rafe whispers, so low you can barely hear him, "Think he'll stay like this?"

Your smile widens, "I wish."

He grins and kisses your temple, settling his gaze on Connor once more. You rest your head on his shoulder, momentarily shutting your eyes as your body craves sleep. He notices, tightening his grip and patting your hip with his free hand as if to silently tell you to walk with him. He leads you out, closing Connor's door softly.

"You okay?" he asks, taking your hand and guiding you into your bedroom.

"Mhm," you hum.

He chuckles and leads you over to your side of the bed, helping you up and bringing the comforter over you body.

"Bet you're tired, sweetheart," he leans down, brushing the stray hairs away from your face.

He watches your eyes flutter open, smiling softly when they settle on him. You can see the lack of sleep in his eyes, too, but he hasn't so much as complained one time. He has a little bit of stubble lining his jaw, which you're sure will be gone in the morning. You reach up and run your finger across it, humming in satisfaction when you feel his skin.

"M'fine," you say. You're lying and he knows it, but he doesn't call your bluff.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I miss you. Come lay with me."

You pat the bed as if to reference where you want him, and he crawls right in without thinking twice. His arms wrap around you and pull your back into his front, one hand tucking itself under your shirt and pressing against your skin. He nuzzles his face into your neck and hums, laying a kiss behind your ear.

"Miss me, huh?" he teases, "We've been together every day."

"Your screaming son seems to enjoy interrupting us any chance he gets," you counter.

He chuckles in your ear, "Our screaming son."

"He's yours when he screams like that," you tease, listening to him laugh lowly.

Rafe lets the silence linger for a moment before he says, "I've missed you, too."

You smile and revel in the words, pressing yourself even closer to him. He lays another kiss to your skin, more so out of habit than anything else.

You want to ask him about work, even though he'd taken time off to help you with Connor and find a routine that works before he goes back. You want to gossip with him about how Kelce keeps making little comments about getting married young, and whether Rafe thinks he might ask Maddie to marry him. You want to see if Topper ever called that girl that gave him her phone number at the coffee shop the three of you had been at a few weeks ago. Yet, none of that feels right in the moment.

"So, you said after Connor was born."

You process his sentence with your eyes closed, trying to make sense of the words and figure out what he means. After a few seconds, you give in.

"What?" you question.

"You said we could get married after he's born," he reminds you, "What are you doing next weekend?"

His voice is light, his tone joking.  You smile and turn around in his arms, opening your eyes and meeting his expectant and hopeful blue ones.

"So soon, Mr. Cameron," you tease him, "What's the rush?"

He scoffs, "Not a rush when I've been waiting my whole life."

He watches you smile, bringing your hand up to his hair and stroking your fingers through it. His eyes close under your touch, relaxing into it and humming contently.

"We can't plan everything in one weekend. My mother's head would explode," you say.

He smiles, and his silence after you speak makes you furrow your eyebrows. You'd expected him to agree, to nod and then maybe propose another date further down the line. After a minute, he speaks again.

"Yeah, you're right. You free for a date, then?" he jokes.

You laugh, "Yeah, I guess I could squeeze you in."

His eyes open again and he smiles, "Thanks, baby."

He gives you a kiss and then you tuck yourself into his chest, letting the sleep wash over you. Just before you're completely asleep, Connor starts to cry on the baby monitor. You groan; Rafe's warm arms untangling from around you.

"Sleep," he whispers, kissing your forehead, "I've got him."

You just nod and mumble out a thank you, catching his hand and squeezing it before he pulls completely away. He kisses your knuckles and then escapes the bed, and after a minute, you hear Connor calm down on the monitor. A small smile appears on your face before you fall asleep, and is still there when Rafe comes back to bed.

Rafe goes back to work on Wednesday of the following week, and you swear Connor can sense that his dad is gone. You tell him through his crying that you miss him too, and you decide that both of you can't wait until Rafe's home. He texts you throughout the day and you keep it positive; knowing he'd been heartbroken leaving the two of you this morning.

Connor falls asleep later in the afternoon, so you start figuring out what to make for dinner when you hear the front door open and close. You perk up, sure that you locked it this morning when Rafe left. Your first instinct is to get to Connor, and yet, you run straight into Rafe as you attempt to exit the kitchen.

"Whoa, chill, baby," he laughs, steadying you with a hand on your hips, "What's wrong?"

Your mouth falls open as you stare at him, "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be home for another hour."

He smiles and scratches the back of his neck, eyeing the clock on the stove as if to make sure he's early, which he knows he is.

He shrugs, "I just got a little anxious. Where's little man?"

You frown and take his hand in yours, stroking your thumb over his knuckles and watch as he gives you an uneasy smile.

"C'mere," you say quietly, guiding him into the living room.

You sit down on the couch and pull him to sit beside you, eyeing how he instinctually smoothes out his tie before he sits. You can see where he'd tossed his keys and phone down on the coffee table before he came looking for you in the kitchen.

You lay your legs across his lap and reach up to stroke his cheek, watching as his hand runs the length of your leg and then back up again.

"What do you mean you got anxious?" you ask him.

He shrugs, as if trying to brush off your concern, "It was just hard being away from you guys. I couldn't stop thinking about both of you all day."

You smile softly and lean in, pressing your lips to his cheek. He stops rubbing up and down your leg, now wrapping his hand around your knee and squeezing gently.

"Baby," you frown, "I'm sorry. We did great today, though. He was a little late falling asleep, but that's okay."

"Yeah?" he raises a brow.

"Yeah," you confirm, "I promise that it'll get easier. You just have to get used to being back at work, I think."

"I think you're right," he agrees.

"I'm starting back up with Rose on Monday," you inform him, having discussed it with her on the phone earlier.

It would be purely working from home, what you'd been doing before Connor was born. Rafe had attempted to tell you that you didn't have to work after Connor was born, but you insisted. If he was working and taking care of a baby, so would you.

He nods, then squeezes your knee, "Come here."

He opens his arms and lets you crawl into his lap, straddling him and kissing his lips once before settling in on his chest. He rubs up and down your back, his chin resting on the top of your head.

"So," he says gently, "Why don't you tell me how today really went."

You close your eyes and sigh at his skill of reading you, even when you don't want him to. Keeping your eyes closed, you confess.

"He cried all day," you mumble, "It was hard. I think he missed you."

You hear him exhale in a sort of sad laugh, his strokes on your back never faltering. You pull back after a minute of silence, looking him in the eyes when you speak again.

"We knew this was gonna be tough. But I am really proud of us."

He nods in agreement, "Me too, baby."

You lay back down on his chest and let your hands travel up to his shoulders, just trying to touch any part of him you can. Being with each other, being close to each other, seems to be the exact remedy both of you need to wipe away the anxiety and the stress both of you carry.

After a few minutes, Rafe speaks up again.

"I asked Topper and Kelce to babysit little man on Saturday night. Hope that's okay."

You sit up to look at him again, "Topper and Kelce have nothing better to do on a Saturday night than watch Connor?"

His eyes widen for a split second before he changes his expression and smiles.

"They're looking forward to it, actually," he says.

You shrug and nod, taking his word for it and cuddling back down into him.

"Okay. If you trust them, I trust them."

He laughs from above you and lets the silence take over once again. Both of you enjoy it, knowing that it won't last long. As if on cue, Connor starts to cry from the nursery. You move to rise, but Rafe grabs your hips and holds you steady.

"Can I get him?" he asks, the vulnerable expression on his face making your heart melt.

You smile and nod, "Of course."

He sets you down on the couch gently and then rises, hurrying off to collect your son. You move back into the kitchen to pull out dinner ingredients, wiping the exhaustion from your eyes that you're sure will be permanent soon.

Yet, the grin that forms on your cheeks is incomparable to any other feeling when Rafe enters with Connor in his arms, looking happier than ever.

On Saturday afternoon, you return home from the gym to find Rafe and Connor on the couch watching a Schitt's Creek rerun. Connor had fallen asleep on Rafe's chest, and when you find them like that, you suppress the urge to cry. They both look so comfortable, so content, so happy. You give Rafe a kiss and whisper that you're going to take a shower and get ready, to which he smiles and nods.

When you walk into the bedroom, you find a gift box on the bed with a white bow on top of it. You stare at it for a moment, almost as if you don't know if it's supposed to be there, then step over to it.

On top of the box sits a small note card, which you pick up and read while glancing back in the doorway. A part of you feels like a kid with your hand halfway in the cookie jar.

For tonight.

You purse your lips and set the card down, then move your hands to the box. Cautiously, you pull it open and move the tissue paper out of the way, swallowing when you see the dress inside.

When you pull it out of the box, you find a thin strapped, white, knee-length dress. It's beautiful; not something you would've chosen to wear on a date with Rafe, but if it's what he wants, you're fine with it. You hook your finger around one of the straps and carry it out to the living room, giving him a teasing eyebrow raise. His cheeks grow pink but his smile grows wide, his hand stilling on Connor's back.

Do you like it?, he mouths.

You walk over to him and tilt his chin up, giving him a quick and gentle kiss.

"I love it," you whisper, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he grins.

You run the base of your thumb across his cheek, admiring him and his rosiness. He nods his head toward your bedroom, as if silently urging you to go get ready. You make a move to walk away, but he catches your wrist at the last second and furrows his eyebrows, as if pouting.

It takes you a second but you figure it out, rolling your eyes playfully before stepping back over and giving him a kiss before you go.

Topper and Kelce arrive promptly, and when Rafe opens the door to let them in, you swallow for what feels like the millionth time. Connor sits in his pac'n play, looking perfectly content to stay there all night. This is your first time leaving him alone with anyone, and although you love them dearly, you're not extremely comforted that it's Topper and Kelce.

"There he is!" Topper exclaims when he enters the living room, snatching Connor up from his position and holding him in his arms.

"Damn!" Kelce says when he sees you, "You sure you just had a baby?"

"Dude," Rafe whacks Kelce's shoulder, but you just roll your eyes. As much as Kelce flirts with you, you've seen him around Maddie and know he is very much smitten.

"Kidding," Kelce shrugs Rafe off, but turns back to you and shakes his head jokingly.

You laugh, then look to Connor and Topper again. To say Topper already loves Connor is an understatement; he rarely puts Connor down whenever he comes over. Connor seems to be about as comfortable with Topper as he is with Rafe, which both comforts and concerns you.

"Come on, I'll get his car seat all hooked up for you," Rafe tells Kelce, nodding toward the front door.

Kelce and Rafe exit the guest house, leaving you with your best friend. He looks up from Connor and catches your expression, smiling slightly.

"Don't worry," he says, "We've got it totally under control."

"I've just never left him before," you say quietly, stepping toward both of them and reaching for Connor.

Topper hands him over and watches you smile down to your son. He sets an encouraging hand on your elbow and gives you a nod, one that tells you he has no hesitations for caring for him.

"You look beautiful," Topper tells you.

"Thanks, Top," you smile, then nod your head in the direction of the kitchen, "C'mere, I'll show you everything."

You show Topper the list of phone numbers you'd written out in case there was any sort of issue, which makes Topper scoff but he knows better than to make a comment. Then, you show him the bottles of breast milk in the fridge and what to do with it when Connor's ready for it. He just nods along, and you silently pray he's absorbing the information as you hold Connor and instruct him. Topper lets out a long breath when he hears Rafe and Kelce come back in the house.

They enter the kitchen and Rafe's eyes soften when he sees you holding Connor, knowing exactly what you're feeling about leaving him because he's feeling the exact same way.

"You ready, sweetheart?" he asks as he steps over to you, smiling down at Connor once he's in view.

"Yes and no," you mumble.

You whisper your goodbye to Connor, teary-eyed when you hand him to Rafe, who starts with his goodbye. You sniffle and grab your bag, heels tapping on the tile as you walk. Kelce wraps an arm around you to comfort you as you wait on Rafe, giving you a hopeful and encouraging smile.

"Did Y/N show you the list of numbers?" Rafe asks Topper as he hands Connor over.

"Yes," Topper says. You know him well enough that you're aware he's trying to be patient with the two of you.

"Okay, and just make sure that he's strapped in and secure in his car seat, those things can be tricky-"

"Cameron," Topper groans, glaring at Rafe, "Go."

Rafe sighs, cheeks puffing out as he exhales. Then, he nods and looks to you, reaching a hand out.

"We've got this," Kelce says, giving you another reassuring smile.

Kelce and Topper follow you to the door, which means you refuse to take your eyes off of you baby boy. Rafe leads you out, letting you hesitate in the doorway before ultimately moving forward. Topper waves and then closes the door, no doubt happy to do so.

"God," you groan as you walk toward Rafe's truck, "Is Rose home? If they have any problems?"

"No," Rafe says immediately, then glances back at you and follows it with, "I think she had something to take care of tonight."

You just nod, "Okay. I'm sure they'll be fine."

"They will be, sweetheart. Just try to relax, okay?" he says with a smile.

You nod, knowing he's trying to convince himself as much as you. Rafe opens the passenger door for you and offers his hand to help you inside, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple once you're in. You watch him rush around and hop into the truck himself, reaching for your hand as immediately once he's seated.

"Where are we off to, Mr. Cameron?" you ask, squeezing his hand.

"Thought we could grab drinks first," he grins, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, adding a small, "Mrs. Cameron."

You bite your lip to hide a smile, "Soon."

"Very soon," he agrees, a slight suggestion in his voice.

You let it go, wanting to enjoy this time without having your brain working so hard. He keeps your hand tightly in his, and you don't miss how he put on the playlist he titled with your name. You just smile and sit back, letting your body fully relax. Over and over again, you tell yourself Connor is fine, nothing is wrong, nothing will be wrong.

Before you know it, Rafe has the truck parked. You know to wait for him to come around to your door, offering his hand and helping you down again. He'd brought you to one of the fanciest hotels on the island for drinks, where you expected to be at a bar or The Wreck. He smiles shyly and laces your fingers together, leading you inside.

You'd never been in this hotel before, but you'd heard stories. It's extravagant; the ultimate hotel for the rich when it comes to places to stay in the OBX. You smile and breathe in the architecture and decor as Rafe leads you through, eventually settling on the bar. All of the tables are beautiful, one in particular standing out to you. It has pink peonies resting in a vase in the middle of the table, and it seems to be a bit further away from any of the other tables. Rafe guides you right to it, which makes you hesitate.

"Are you sure we can sit here?" you ask him, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

He laughs easily, "M'sure, baby. Sit."

You listen, taking your seat and letting him tuck the chair in behind you. He whispers that he'll be right back with drinks, to which you nod.

Something turns in your stomach, a sense of nervousness. Something's up with him, you've decided. You just don't know what it is. Your mind runs through what it could possibly be, but whatever it is, you can tell it's good. He wouldn't get you all dressed up and bring you here to tell you something bad. You swallow when you think he might propose having another baby, and when he returns to the table with two glasses of champagne, your eyes are wide.

"Are you okay?" he asks, noting your expression.

"I'm not ready to have another baby," you blurt, eyeing the champagne in his hand.

He chuckles and hands you the glass, "I think we have our hands full right now, sweetheart. What makes you say that?"

You take a long sip of the alcohol, letting it course through your body and calm your nerves. You're thankful that's not what he'd been thinking, because the last thing you'd want to ever do is tell him no.

"Just trying to figure out what all this is," you say, waving a hand around above you.

He grins, "Have I really not taken you on a date in so long you've forgotten how they go?"

You roll your eyes and sip more from your flute.

"I've been on many dates with you, Cameron, and they've never gone like this," you counter.

Rafe shrugs and then nods, reaching for your hand across the table. You take it, setting your glass down on the table in front of you. His thumb grazes over your knuckles so gently that it sends a shiver through your body.

"You're right," he nods slowly, "Just want to remember this one."

You raise an eyebrow, "Why this one?"

He laughs and sits back in his chair, allowing your eyes to roam over his torso. You realize he's wearing the tie you got him for your anniversary, one that he's only worn to your birthday dinner and the engagement party Rose threw for the two of you.

You smile and squeeze his hand, suddenly not minding the fact that he's being secretive and not telling you everything.

"Nice tie," you tease him.

He sits up now, smirk evident on his face. Your hand squirms out of his grasp, reaching across the table to adjust it around his neck and sneakily pull him even closer.

"Thank you," he whispers.

One of your hands travels up to his cheek, a signal within your eyes telling him you want a kiss. His smirk widens as he leans over the table, pressing his mouth to yours. You smile against him after a few seconds, accepting that whatever his plan is, you'll love it if it means you get to do this at the end of the night for as long as you want.

He hums contently when you pull back, letting him settle himself in his chair once again.

"Man, your tolerance really went to shit these last nine months," he jokes, chuckling at the half-empty glass in front of you.

"I'm not drunk," you point an accusing finger at him.

He laughs, "You just tried to come onto me in a hotel bar."

Your mouth falls open, jokingly swatting your hand at him. His grin warms your heart, and you watch him drain his glass of all the alcohol.

He stands then, taking two small steps over to you and staring down at you. His palm comes up to your cheek, thumb stroking over your skin.

"I didn't mind," he teases you, "We can't get a room, though. We have somewhere to be."

You smile and nod, draining your glass and then taking his hand. He leads you back out to the truck, accepting your kiss in the parking lot when you initiate it. Refusing to believe it's the champagne, you choose to believe you're intoxicated off of him.

Humming along to Rafe's playlist as you drive, he finds you the most amusing. You give him a wide smile from the passenger seat, and although he swears it's impossible for him to fall even more in love, he thinks he does.

"What are we doing at the Club?" you question him when he puts the truck in park.

He looks over at you, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. You sit up in your seat, the hesitant look on his face throwing you off. He wipes it away quickly, giving you a cheesy smile.

"I have a surprise for you," he says, then hops out of the truck.

You watch him practically jog around the truck, helping you out once more. Your heels crunch against the gravel as you approach the entrance, the darkness concealing any vehicles you may recognize in the parking lot. Rafe exhales when the two of you enter without any questions from you, ones he wouldn't have an answer to.

You look around and note that nobody is inside. The Club being empty on a Saturday night is quite literally impossible; nights that you busted your ass to serve drunk men coming back to haunt you.

"What's going on?" you ask him.

He just squeezes your hand, one that you now notice is sweating a bit. You squeeze it back and follow him, your heels deafening in the silence.

He leads you to the doors that will take you out to the deck, then abruptly stops. He turns around and gives you a shy smile, placing his free hand on your waist to pull you even closer.

"Rafe," you say quietly, "What's up?"

He just shakes his head, a slow movement, but it's there. You stare into his blue eyes, urging him to give you a hint.

"I love you, y'know," he says.

"Yeah, I know," you tease him with a grin, "I love you, too."

"Well, that's good, otherwise this would be kind of ridiculous," he smiles.

Before you can question him, he turns and pulls the door open.

Your jaw falls halfway open at the people flooding the deck. There are string lights hung through the trees and tables covered with food lining the space. You see Rose first, directing people with a smile. Your mom isn't far from her, also directing people but lacking a smile. Off the deck and into the grass, you see lines of chairs and-

Everything clicks in your brain just as people start to notice that you two have arrived. Rose squeals and the deck goes quiet just as you look up at Rafe with tears in your eyes. His cheeks grow pink, but the smile on his face doesn't falter.

"Marry me?"

You laugh and nod, everything making sense, now. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, pressing kiss after kiss onto your lips.

"Keep it PG around the family!"

You look up at the voice and immediately see Scott holding Connor, rolling his eyes at the two of you. Your tears continue to form when you see your baby boy here, looking up at Rafe once again.

"You didn't think we'd get married without him, did you?" he smiles, then nods his head, "Go."

You give him one last kiss and take his command to heart, rushing over to grab Connor from Scott.

"Congratulations, Y/N," Scott says as he hands Connor off to you.

"Thank you," you smile, then look down to Connor, "Hi, sweet boy."

When you turn back around and find Rafe standing with Rose, no doubt handling some sort of crisis, you smile. He catches your eye after a moment and excuses himself from her, taking a few easy strides and stopping in front of you.

"Hey, little man," he leans down and presses a kiss to Connor's head.

"I can't believe you," you whisper, looking around once more.

Your heart melts to nothing in your chest when you see pink peonies all around; lining the tables and chairs. The same ones that had been on your table at the hotel bar. He wraps an arm around you and holds you close to him, looking down to Connor.

"I told you, sweetheart," he grins, "I've been waiting too long to marry you. Now that Connor's here, I don't think I can wait another second."

"But," you whine, looking around again to take in all of the decorations, the perfection that he'd created just fro you, "This must've taken forever to put together. I mean, Rafe-"

"Stop," he lets out an incredulous laugh, "Stop adding up numbers and trying to figure out who did what. I just want to marry you. Will you please let me do that?"

You smile and nod, pressing Connor tighter into you out of instinct.

"Are you sure you want to?" you joke, tears threatening to spill.

"As sure as I was when I was ten," he affirms, "Give me him, and go with Sarah and Wheeze."

You reluctantly hand Connor over and turn to find Wheezie behind you. She's wearing a gorgeous lilac dress, and when Sarah appears next to her, she's wearing the same dress.

"Oh, my God," you bring a hand over your mouth, covering your shock.

"We're your bridesmaids, hope that's okay," Wheezie says shyly.

You fling yourself around her before you can even form a response, then give Sarah a hug as well. Nodding, not speaking out of fear your emotions will show through, you follow them into the Club.

Any wedding ceremony planned by the power duo that is your mom and Rose has to be amazing, but to you, it's even more amazing because it's yours.

Topper is Rafe's best man, standing proudly beside him when you walk back out. Scott and Kelce also stand with him, and it makes you smile widely when you see Kelce holding onto Connor. Sarah, Wheezie, and Maddie stand with you, all smiling proudly. They'd helped you fix your hair and makeup, given that you'd smeared your mascara a bit from threatening to cry so much.

Everything about it is perfect. You knew it would be, given that Rafe had been involved in the planning and also recruited Rose and your mother, knowing he'd want everything to be exactly the way you'd want it. The entire thing is so perfectly matching to the two of you; the location, Rafe's lack of a formal tuxedo and your lack of an expensive gown. Yet, in a tie you picked out for him and a dress he picked out for you, it feels right.

Rose grabs the two of you immediately after the ceremony for pictures, then instructs you both to make your rounds and thank everyone for coming. You agree and do just that, letting Rafe guide you from person to person. Every so often, you search around to make sure Connor's still okay, now being cared for by Scott. Now, as you glance over, you see him with an admiring smile on his face as he feeds Connor his bottle.

"Rafe?" you speak quietly as the couple you two had been speaking to excuses themselves.

He hums and looks down at you, pupils dilating as he stares down at you.

"Yeah, baby?"

You smile softly, "I love you."

He grins and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. He presses a kiss to your temple, feeling you smile against his chest.

"I love you, too," he whispers against your skin, "My wife."

"Your wife," you confirm.

You pull back from him after a minute and just smile, pure bliss and happiness coursing through your veins. Your hand cups his jaw, running your pointer finger over his smooth skin.

"Thank you," you say, "Thank you for doing all of this for me. It's beautiful. I love this so much, it's everything I've ever dreamed about. And you, my husband, you've just exceeded all of my expectations."

His boyish grin at your words has you making a mental note to praise him even more when he does things for you.

"I'm glad you like it, sweetheart. Will you have a drink with me?" he asks, reaching for your hand.

You nod and let him lead you over to the bar, finding Scott, Sarah, Kelce, and Maddie all hanging out there. You look around for Topper, finding him holding Connor, standing with your mom and gushing over him.

"Ah!" Kelce exclaims, drunken hand gestures immediately giving him away, "There she is. My favorite girl got married to my best friend today."

You roll your eyes and glance at Maddie, "Are you sure you want to date him?"

Maddie laughs and pats Kelce on the arm, which he then wraps tightly around her and pulls her close.

"He ran the line by me beforehand," she explains, "He said he loves watching Rafe's face look like.. .that."

Maddie points to Rafe, who's still scowling at Kelce. You both laugh and then you press yourself tighter into Rafe's side, which is when you feel him relax again.

Scott hands both of you a glass of champagne, and just as you open your mouth to thank him, he speaks up.

"So, does this mean I can officially move my stuff into your old room?" he asks you.

"I told you to do that months ago," you say, sipping from the glass.

"Yeah, but, you never know. What if Cam, like, royally screwed up and you had to move home, only to find my Xbox hooked up to your TV?"

Rafe scoffs at your brother, "Thanks, man."

"I'm just saying-"

"Scott," you stop him, "Just stick with congratulations from now on, yeah?"

He rolls his eyes, "Whatever. Mom said I had to ask you first."

"Our wedding night is a great time to do that-" Rafe mutters, but you elbow him lightly in the stomach.

"Take the room," you say, then take Rafe's hand and drag him away from your brother.

"Thanks, Y/N!" he calls after you.

Rafe huffs behind you, "Why did we name our son after him again?"

You laugh, turning and leaning your back up against the bar. Rafe sets his champagne flute down and places his hands on either side of you, caging you in. A smirk dances across his lips, happy to have a second with you.

"I think you did it to appease me," you remind him.

He nods, smirk only growing, "Oh, that's right. I think you batted those pretty little eyelashes at me and-"

"Rafe! Come take a picture with your father!"

Rose's voice cuts through the air, totally ruining Rafe's moment. He shuts his eyes and groans, listening to you chuckle. You reach up and straighten his tie, then smooth it out with your hand. When his eyes open again, you wrap your hand around it and pull him into you.

"I'll wait here for you," you whisper, giving him a gentle kiss.

"Oh, sweetheart," he mumbles when you pull away, "Jesus. Give me sixty seconds."

You nod and bite your lip, making him groan once again as he backs off of you. Just before he's out of an earshot, both of you growing even more excited for when he comes back, Topper yells for you.

"Y/N, Connor spit up and I can't find his spare bib in the diaper bag," Topper says from beside you.

You glance over at Rafe apologetically, watching him walk backwards away from you. He shrugs, as if to say, what can you do? You smile softly and blow him a kiss, then turn and follow Topper back toward the diaper bag.

It's about half an hour before you even see Rafe again. He's attempting to sidestep Rose, speaking loud enough that you overhear him telling her that he needs to check on you. You're busy cradling Connor, whispering to him how proud you are of him for not making a big fuss on your wedding night.

Rafe spots you and immediately waves Rose off, hurrying away from her and down the steps of the deck. You smile as he approaches, both of you knowing to speak a little softer around the baby.

"How's he doing?" he asks.

His hands find their way to your hips, pressing your back to his front as he looks over your shoulder and down at Connor.

"I think he's tired of everyone wanting his attention," you joke, then look up at Rafe, "Much like his Dad."

"Mhm," Rafe nods, "M'ready to take my family home, but I don't know how we excuse ourselves from our own wedding."

"Well, we better do it fast. Before Kelce realizes he never made a speech," you joke.

Rafe laughs against you, one of his hands coming up and combing itself through your hair. His head falls down to your shoulder, lips brushing against your skin. After a minute, he presses a kiss in between your shoulder and your neck.

"You look so beautiful, sweetheart," he mumbles against your skin, creating goosebumps on your shoulder, "Can't stop looking at you."

"You picked a great dress," you say.

He laughs against you, then presses another kiss into your shoulder. His hand innocently trails down your arm, wrapping his fingers around yours.

"You look sexy as hell in the dress, sure, but it's all you. You'd look sexy as hell in any dress."

You scoff, "Really? Even-"

"Yes," he cuts you off, smiling against your shoulder.

You laugh, turning your head to the side and pressing a kiss to his temple. His smile only widens under the movement.

"Are you ready to go?" he asks you quietly, almost sure Rose is lurking around.

"I am," you nod, then spin around to face him, Connor resting in your arms between the two of you, "It really was a beautiful night, baby. Thank you for everything."

"Thank you for agreeing to be my wife," he says, squeezing your hand.

You grin, looking down at the ring on your left hand that gets to stay there for the rest of your life. Rafe takes Connor from you and places him in his carrier gently. With you in one hand and Connor's carrier in another, Rafe guides both of you through the goodbye's and the thank you's, citing Connor's sleep schedule as your excuse to go home.

When you reach the truck, Rafe having already transferred Connor's car seat from Kelce's vehicle to his own, he straps Connor in and makes sure he's secure before getting you into the passenger seat, then himself into the driver's seat.

He starts up the truck and turns on the air, then looks over at you. You just smile, waiting on him to drive, but furrowing your eyebrows when he doesn't.

"You think he'll mind if his parents make out for a little bit?" Rafe smirks, nodding his head back in Connor's direction.

"He told me he's cool with it," you smile.

Rafe beams and tugs you over the console, settling you in his lap. You straddle him, your white dress rising even further. He cups your cheek with his palm and pulls you in, stopping just before his lips meet yours.

"I love you so much," he says.

"I love you, too," you smile, "Thanks for marrying me."

He scoffs, as if you thanking him is ridiculous, then says, "Thank you for giving me Connor."

You copy him; scoffing as if he's the ridiculous one. He just laughs and then pulls you fully into him, smiling against your lips when he realizes that it's now all real. All official. He gets to kiss you for the rest of his life, and everything he's ever wanted out of life is currently sitting in his truck; one snoozing away and the other sitting in his lap.

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[tinandabin]

Hello Dear author.. I just want to request something since I've been enjoying reading yandere Kny X reader lately... Here it is: Yandere Rengoku, Giyu and Tanjiro (separated) X Female Reader- the yanderes reacting to their darling dying in their arm because they accidentally hurt them while chasing the darling that got escaped. Thank you. Oh yeah,btw, I love your writing!)

Thank you for requesting this!! Angst is my favourite hahaha💖🤪

Kyojuro--

No. You cannot die in his arms like this.

Sir, ma'am, anon, STOP DYING IN HIS ARMS-

But alright!

Let's set up the scenario.

You had finally escaped his hell hole home and were running through the forest not giving a fuck about all the scratches you gained because they are 100% better than going back there.

All of a sudden, you heard footsteps. Chasing you. We all know who that is.

Dora the Explorer!!

No need to look back and cause more panic, just keep running until you no longer can.

But sadly it seems as to Kyojuro was a tad bit impatient and had to throw his sword, aiming at your leg but rather, it stabbed you in the back.

The FUCKING BACK.

And Kyojuro realises a little too late what he just did and he is then holding you in his arms as he looks into your lifeless eyes, eyes filled with punished tears.

With hollow eyes, he continues to look at you. He wishes you would get up and kill him yourself.

But in the end, he kills himself.

Giyuu--

"Tulip, this isn't funny. Get up."

He continues to hold you in his arms, his clothes full of blood as you lay there bloodied and battered.

Your eyes are peacefully closed, but Giyuu doesn't believe you are dead.

He continued to take care of your body, thinking you were just pranking him.

Everything was the same, except this time you didn't put up any fuss when he cuddled you or tried to feed you.

"What do you wanna eat for dinner?" Giyuu asked, the silence looming on him when you yet again didn't reply.

"Do you not love me?" He asks.

No reply.

That doesn't stop him from taking care of your body. He took care of it till his dying breath.

What a delusional man.

Tanjiro--

He can't believe he killed you. His love. Who he swore to protect. From others when he was the actual monster.

Painful cries and heartbreaking sobs are all everyone else could hear.

Nezuko was also sad at this, more so at how much pain her brother is going through.

He would get you a proper burial and swore to come back to you one way or another.

Every day he visits your grave, with flowers that mean sorry.

Every day he would get you a new present and leave it at your grave, hoping you wake up and accept it and forgive him.

But we all know, that won't happen.

MASTERLIST

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[amaya-writes]

Hiiiii so I was wonder if I could request luck voltia and Nahoya kawata (smiley) finding their s/o sleeping in the weirdest place. I’m in love with insane people don’t judge me 😪✋

Notes: this is my first request with a Black Clover character and I'm so happy about it tbh! But...I don't really know Nahoya's character well enough since I've only watched the anime so I ended up not writing his. Sorry!

Warnings: slight spoilers of Luck's backstory.

Characters involved: Luck Voltia

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

A small chuckle slipped past Luck's lips as he collapsed on the ground beside Magna.

The two had been training with each other for the greater part of that afternoon, yet somehow, even as his muscles ached with exhaustion, Luck found that he was still buzzing with energy.

One glance to the side made it clear that Magna was in no shape to even hold a steady conversation much less continue sparring.

The sight would have usually pushed Luck to continue annoying his best friend, but instead he found himself pushing away from the forest floor to busy himself with something of more importance.

You.

"Oi, where are you off to?"

"To find my dear darling."

Magna snorted at his reply, somehow impossibly sinking further into the tree trunk he chose to lean against.

"Yeah good luck with that."

Luck didn't bother to stick around much after that, already tapping into his magic to speed through the forest until the familiar rooftops of Black Bull's headquarters was in sight.

However, just as he was about to race towards the front gate, Luck found himself coming to a stop and practically stumbling over his own feet as he stared at the top half of the house in bewilderment.

You were sleeping on the roof.

The roof that only had a thin slab of straight concrete before surrounded by a slope on either end.

The sight had Luck recoiling in shock and gawking as he took in your slumbering form, noticing how even from such a distance, your typically vibrant clothes were enough for him to recognise you.

It was only when you turned in your sleep and got dangerously close to the slope that Luck finally found it in himself to start moving.

The way he jumped from one window of the house to the other would have probably looked comical to most, but Luck didn't care, not when the only thing he could think of was the possibility of you falling.

It was only when he landed on the roof right below your feet that Luck finally allowed himself a small sigh of relief, with his arms almost automatically reaching to wrap around you.

You were too deep of a sleeper to notice the change in your position, but somehow as Luck hoisted you up in his arms he felt your hands almost automatically clench around his cloak.

The sight had him cooing as Luck noticed your sudden affinity to a baby, one who he apparently had to protect.

"Aw, sleep darling. I'll take care of you!"

Luck placed a small peck on your forehead as he spoke, and then another on the bridge of your nose and corner of your mouth until he had to physically pull himself away from you.

He just couldn't help it. After all, you were too cute!

But that didn't excuse how dangerous it was to fall asleep on a place like the front roof, especially since you could have rolled off, or worse, been injured by another mage or animal.

The mere thought made Luck's smile strain as his grip on you subconsciously tightened, making him speed the two of you back to his room before his thoughts could get the better of him.

You were the most beautiful thing Luck had ever seen, but as he set you down on his bed and gently took a seat beside you, he couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension.

"I'll protect you. I'll make you happy...just like my mother."

Luck didn't even realise he had spoken out loud until you turned onto your side, with your form curling around his and hand almost wrapping around the arm still resting on your waist.

The sight made him coo as the blond got in the bed beside you, with a silly smile forming on his face as Luck gathered you in his arms.

He was in love.

Luck didn't know how finding you asleep on the rooftop was what it took to make him realise his feelings, but as he buried his face in your neck and allowed himself to start dozing off, he couldn't help but feel grateful.

Maybe your weird sleeping habits weren't so bad after all.

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[oworiio]

sugar, spice and everything nice.

summary: what it's like to be mr. Haitani's pretty girl<3 (sugar baby drabbles) characters: sugar daddy!Ran Haitani x reader content warnings: 18+ mdni, sugar baby/daddy dynamics, age gap.

a/n: i rlly just want him to fuck me senseless.

You knew exactly what you were doing here, wearing the most expensive dress inside of your wardrobe.

You caught his attention immediately, pretty girls are his weakness. Actually you're something more, you're beautiful, enticing. Ran knew he needed you, he was stubborn and needed to have you in his life.

He was willing to pay anything for it.

-

Ran Haitani is a wealthy man, owning multiple businesses and having connections with powerful higher-ups you didn't even know existed. Before Ran got into being a sugar daddy, he was married. Having been so busy with work, Ran neglected his wife, leaving him for another man. He was left lonely, seeking relationships was something Ran knew wouldn't be smart— he was too busy.

And hook-ups were too raunchy for him, leading him into this lifestyle. Honestly, he doesn't even mind spending paychecks on pretty girls as long as the girl were his and his only. He's a greedy, cocky man. He deserves someone who's willing to understand his busy schedule and come over whenever he desires.

That's what you and Ran or Mr. Haitani; he likes to be called, agreed on.

You locked yourself down onto a man who not only wasn't your boyfriend, but a man who's almost 10 years older than you. Just to live scotch free without a job. It was worth it, living lavish in a luxury penthouse, rent paid, expensive electronics and cars. Not to mention Mr. Haitani was extremely handsome, so well kept and high maintenance.

-

Your phone set off, ringtone blaring and echoing your room. It was Mr. Haitani, you picked up, "Hello?"

"I'll be there in 10 minutes, get ready."

"Oh- okay!" your voice came out more high-pitched than you wanted it to be— he hung up. Ran wasn't a big fan of talking over the phone or texting, your phone calls never lasting over 5 minutes and texts being more than a sentence or two.

You knew exactly what he came here for, you and your body. You wore his favorite lingerie— black lace with roses, and nice stockings to go with it. He loves the way your thighs hugged around the thin cloth, so sexy.

You were finishing up, getting giddy just thinking about seeing Mr. Haitani, it had been about almost 2 weeks since you've last seen him. The doorbell rings, you frantically slip on a satin nightgown over your undergarments, quickly chasing to the door— opening it to see him again, god he was so tall.

"You look dolled up today. Did you miss me, Sweetheart?" He chimed, "Gotcha' something, just a sorry for going MIA on you for the past week or so." Mr. Haitani held up a Victoria's Secret bag, handing it to you, letting himself in.

You followed Ran to your couch, he sighs as he sunk into the plush furniture, "Fuck- I've been so stressed."

"What's wrong now, Mr. Haitani?"

The formality you gave his name makes him smirk, "Ah, just work stuff. Nothing you should worry your pretty little head about." He replies, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, "Besides, you're already making me feel 10 times better."

A chuckle leaves his lips as he firmly thrusts his hips once against your crotch, you moan. Fuck. He's already hard under his dress pants. "Come on, take this silly little dress off. I want to see my doll in full display."

Of course, you obey, lifting up the loose fabric. "God." Ran audibly groaned, wrapping his fingers around your waist, slowly trickling down to grab your ass. "That's my girl."

Slender, warm hands grasp the plumpest part, squeezing. His hands move onto your hips, rolling yours along his hard on, "Fuck, how could I stay away from someone so-" He sighs, "Irresistible." you mewl in response to him rubbing against your clit, turning you into mush.

"Hah, Mist- er Haitani, please.." you plead, receiving only a chuckle as a reply, "What is it Sweetheart? Use your words."

Your cunt felt like it was beating, I bet he was feeling the same as his cock jumped to your response, "Fuck me, please."

"Gladly."

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[alleycat-arcade]

Game Start! The Seven Lords: Those Who Remain

@pastelhologram asked: Wait. What about The demon bros reaction to Mc being the Person lilith fell in love with. Like maybe an au where he's not Related to lilith but instead he's the person she fell for. Even better if They're first impression of Mc is that he didn't deserve Lilith, but as time goes on, They start seeing what lilith saw.

There we are, got that up and running for ya'. Gotta say though, I'm surprised you managed to find such an old cabinet. Feels like its been here since the 9th century or something, haha.

(Ayyy hey we go! I really should just keep splitting these into parts by default since I nearly always get carried away lol. Part 1 for today, and part 2 soon! Hope you enjoy!)

Everburning Candle(Part 1) (Obey Me! Older Brothers x Male/Masc! Mc/Reader)

Content Warnings: Mc/Reader uses he/him pronouns. Spoilers for Pretty much all of season one (Chapters 1-20), since pacts, reasoning behind certain pacts, and Lilith are discussed. I hope you don't mind me adding a few of my personal headcanons! Mostly Hurt/Comfort overall. Very light angst for today. Levi's part has some blood, mostly just a broken nose.

(You ready for a long one? 'Cause its gonna be a long one lmao. If I notice any mistakes after posting, or if you inform me of any, I will correct them as soon as I can. Shoutout to the Luci and Levi simps in the discord for helping me write their respective parts. There is a 60% chance I may rewrite Mammon's part again ajdieff)

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"The Human World was full of many tales, some more truthful than others. The tale of the Ancient Wanderer was not one well known to many, as the story had become more and more fragmented over the years. There was a time that many people who had met the Wanderer had come together to write a complete novelization of their individual encounters. Sadly, the evening that would make its 10th anniversary of existence was the same night it was stolen, and the library it was stored within burned. Only inaccurate copies remained, as many of the gathered writers from all over the world had passed peacefully not to long after the book's creation. The only detail that remained from the original story was the scent that followed the Wanderer, what would be known in the modern era as honeysuckle and lavender. With the book gone, that left the Wanderer as the only bearer of the true story. No one knows where this mysterious being is now, or if he even existed in the first place. Many historians believe it to be a simple shared delusion, or perhaps another fanatical story similar to more common mythos. Some had gone as far as to compare them to the biblical figure of Cain."

Your gloved hands closed the thick history textbook as you finished, setting it aside on the mahogany table in front of you. "So, do you think you can remember all that for the next exam?" This prompted a sigh of disdain from the individual beside you. "Mc this stuff is way to hard! Why can't you just let me copy off of you? Everyone knows you're the top of the class!" A chuckle bubbled up from your throat, and you reached over to rustle your classmate's hair. "That's exactly why you can't copy me. Now, you keep practicing, okay? I've been tutoring all day and I really just want to go home and take a good long rest." Their pleading eyes softened, before finally sighing and letting you head home.

Perhaps if the library corner the two of you had studied in did not carry the heavy smell of dried mango and energy drinks, your classmate may have noticed the scent of lavender and honeysuckle waft through the room as you left.

Once you reached your apartment, you quickly closed and locked the door before slumping against it. After throwing off your gloves, you reached a little ways down your shirt, just enough to pull of the necklace that was hidden underneath. The preserved feather was lighter than air and almost looked as if it were floating in your palm. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you ran your fingertips along its vane. You did not wipe them away however, allowing them to fall as the memory of a flower field filled your mind. You had lost track of how many years it had been since the day you had first laid out in the small forest clearing, but your mind could never forget one clear detail.

Lilith.

You had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but when the strange woman had kneeled beside your sleeping form you had instantly become enthralled in her. She had this sort of overwhelming glow about her, as if she were one of the very Goddesses many families in your town served and worshiped. Yet, though her appearance may had drawn you in, it had been the rest of her that bound your heartstrings to her fingertips.

The two of you spent many days hidden away in your secret flower patch, giggling about how each other had managed to slip away from their respective families for the day. Your meeting were not long at first, sometimes lasting minutes at a time before the woman you'd come to know as Lilith would return to her family. But minutes turned to hours, and in some cases hours would turn to days. Your heartstrings would flutter each time she drew closer and closer to you, and your heart nearly gave out when she'd first ran her fingertips through her hair.

You remembered the day she'd asked you to keep two secrets. You had simple hummed and nodded, head resting on her lap as she gently stroked it. "Swear to me you won't tell as soul." Your eyelids fluttered open at the seriousness in her tone. Her nervous expression stared back at you, awaiting a response. "I swear on my life, Lilith." You spoke, lacing your hands into hers and giving them a reassuring squeeze. She took a deep breath, before speaking once more. "I'm an Angel, Mc. A being from the Celestial Realm." Confusion crossed your face, which Lilith took as a queue to set you head down in the grass and stand up.

An enchanting glow covered her form as you sat up, blinding you momentarily. As your eyes adjusted, you found her standing before you once more. Her eyes peeked over at you behind her elegant white wings, a nervous wobble taking over the halo above her head. Wordlessly you stood up, approaching her slowing and gently parting her wings enough to envelop her in a loving embrace. "You're beautiful, Lilith. Thank you for telling me your secret." You whispered. "So, does that mean you're ready for the second secret?" You responded to her question with an affirmative hum. Another deep breath grazed your ear as she leaned in. "I'm in love with you, Mc." A smile covered you face as you pulled away and pressed your forehead against hers. "I love you too, Lilith. I love you no matter what. Whether you're a demon, human, or angel doesn't change that fact what so ever."

The sweet memory began to subside, replaced by ones bittersweet and or painful. Falling ill with Lilith at your bedside brought pain to your chest, but it only worsened as the memory of her bringing to you a stolen fruit from the heavens that cured your deathly aliment. She had disappeared that day, leaving you alone once more. A century later you had found her again, choosing to ignore the curse that had come along with the fruit as you showered her with as much love and care as you could manage or afford. The two of you travelled the world until her body could no longer keep up with yours. Though you and Lilith had bore a singular child together, not once did your reincarnated lover accept your marriage proposal.

A stinging pain shot through your heart as your last memory with Lilith coated your mind. She laid on her death bed, a less common demise for a human at the time overtaking her body. Age had caught up to her despite your best efforts, and you couldn't hold back your sobs as you pleaded with her. Your children and grandchildren watched with eyes full of pity as you desperately begged for her to allow you to be wed to her before she perished, but they knew Lilith as good as you did and knew she'd still refuse. Her wrinkled hands held your tear stained face one last time, placing a kiss to your forehead before whispering something to you. "One day, you'll find another who can give as much love to you as you have to me. Our time together may end now, but I promise you a part of me shall always remain with you and the rest of the world." Your denial of her demise had lead you to travel the world in search of her, hoping she would once more return to you as she'd done before. A journey that led you to become know as the Ancient Wanderer.

As days turned to months, months turned to years, and years to centuries, you remained the same as you had been when you'd first consumed the sacred fruit. Your body had gained some alterations, mostly in the form of battle scars, but otherwise you were the same as before. Same age, same height, same face, and same heart. One would've expected you to have become bitter at the world, and for a time you were, but you relaxed into a routine that somewhat soothed your aching heart. For as long as you could manage the lie, you'd act out the made up story of your choosing. Most often you found yourself in the role of a mysterious student who was far more intelligent than the average college freshman and had no visible family figures. Once people started to become suspicious, you'd move onto the next role.

The current person you had pretended to be was quite similar to your usual performance. It had been a good handful of years since you'd first enrolled in the small town community college, and as far as you knew no one had begun to suspect a thing. Perhaps you could achieve a PhD in this false life, you wondered to yourself as you stood up from the door. Yet the thought was short lived, as your body began to plummet through the floor the second you had moved to remove your coat.

You laid splayed out in front of a group of strangers now, groaning out a series of complaints as you struggled to rise from the ground. The false name you'd been using currently fell from a rather cheery looking stranger's lips, the hairs on the back of your neck raising as the male stood beside him eyed you suspiciously after your delayed response.

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Lucifer:

It was no secret that the Eldest of the Demon Brothers had been suspicious of you from the beginning. The first time you had failed to react at the normal speed one would respond to their name, he had written it off as a result of the rough landing. Yet, as the action became more and more frequent, his suspicions grew. It was as if you were waiting for a different name to be called, one not mentioned anywhere on your documents.

You had engaged in many other strange behaviors that had caused him to become on edge around you, but the realization of who you actually were had never truly set in until a day after you had formed a pact with Leviathan. Lucifer's eyebrows had furrowed the day you had pulled him away, confused by your sudden directness with him since you usually avoided him like the plague.

One would assume that the Avatar of Pride would be good at keeping secrets, but he had become enraged as the name of his deceased sister slipped out of your mouth. His demon form glowered over you as you confessed your true identity, and if looks could kill you would've been seeing Lilith again. It was hard for his brothers to ignore the way Lucifer was acting, especially against Diavolo's Exchange Student.

Neither of you made a noise as he processed the information, the aggressive look not leaving his face as he trapped you with his wings. Before him stood the human that his little sister had fallen in love with. While he was almost impressed you'd managed to survive for so long, something about you seemed... wrong to him.

In his eyes, you were nothing short of lackluster. A meek, pitiful human that Lucifer could not comprehend how his sister had fallen in love with. Perhaps a version of himself with a fraction more humility may have, but the Avatar of Pride could not. Were you truly the person Lilith had sacrificed everything for? How could you possibly be the one he'd sworn allegiance to the Demon Prince to send his sister back to? You fully expected him to attack you, but he simply set back, a look of disgust painting his features.

After the encounter, somehow word had spread to the rest of his brothers about your past. Lucifer would attempt to stop his brothers from distancing themselves from you, but he knew they'd only grow to resent you more than they already did if he forced them to hang around you. At most he managed to ensure that Mammon still protected you from any harm, but it was obvious that the rest the Exchange Program was going to be rough.

But one night, something changed. It was as normal a night as any, with him and his brothers eating in the dining room as you sat alone somewhere in HoL. He had tried on multiple occasions to get you to eat with the rest of them, but you could see the forced politeness in his eyes whenever he invited you to sit beside him.

You would've just eaten in your room again that night, but Beel had already gotten to your portion of the meal. None of the others would share with you, so you chose to simply roam the dark halls. Lucifer sighed in exasperation after finding out secondhand that you hadn't yet eaten. Once the meal was finished, he put together a decent sized portion of the food remaining in the fridge onto a plate and looked for you.

A breeze fluttered the ends of his coat as he pushed the glass door open, closing it behind him as he approached your position on the balcony. He had spoke your name, your real name, but you did not react at all. Your eyes looked dormant as you clutched something small against your chest. "Mc, did you not hear me? I told you I brought you food. I'm aware you haven't eaten since this morning."

Lucifer waited for a response for a while, but not a single noise came from you. After setting the meal beside you he turned to leave, until your voice spoke from behind him, barely above a whisper. "She had the prettiest eyes, y'know?" The Avatar of Pride turned back to face you, perplexed. Your grip on the object in your hand had loosened, revealing something pure white and soft. As a Fallen Angel, it was something fairly easy to recognize. An Angel's feather, specifically one plucked from the area closest to the previous owner's heart. If he'd not know any better, Lucifer would've thought that you had received the Courting Item from Simeon.

"Lilith?" Despite knowing the answer, he still spoke the question. Unless you had another angelic lover, there was only one person you could've been speaking about. You simply nodded, beginning to trace the ridges of the feather.

His mind told him to leave the conversation at that. To return to his study and finish the mound of paperwork he'd still had to complete by next week. And yet, his body disobeyed.

He was just as surprised as you were when he rested his forearms against the balcony beside you, the only space separating you and him being the plate of food. The demon ignored your surprised eyes and sudden nervous fidgeting, choosing instead to breath out a sigh and look out into the backyard's garden. "Can you tell me more about her? As a human I mean. If you've managed to remember those details that is." Your gaze softened despite his somewhat surly tone, and you turned to look at the garden as well. "Of course I remember. I'd be a damn awful boyfriend if I didn't."

With the dry chuckle now released from your lips, you began to recount anything and everything about Lilith. Even what felt like the smallest of details were not left out, and you'd only occasionally return to the Ancient tome you always carried around to recite certain details. You'd even said something about his sister that he didn't even know, from long before she had died. Though the Eldest gave no visible reaction as you spoke, your recollections were actually stirring up quite a storm of emotions inside of him. It was as if the stages of grief were swirling around in his stomach all at once.

At some point you had begun to lose track of the conversation, simply beginning to recount the rest of your life up until this point. The Avatar of Pride couldn't bring himself to stop you from getting off track, as your tales of the Human World over the years were rather enticing. His heart thrummed with intrigue as you recounted stories of warfare, and oddly felt light as you described what were know as the Seven Wonders of The World. You only fully realized that you had gone off track once you finished telling him about the Qing Dynasty, as sheepish smile crossing your face.

It had been at this point that the storm began to subside, only to be replaced with a sinking feeling. Guilt was not an unfamiliar emotion, he felt it quite often in circumstances that involved his family. Rather, he hardly outwardly expressed these feelings, favoring to lock them deep into the recesses of his heart. A sudden twinge filled his chest as he recalled the treatment you had been receiving from him and his brothers, drawing him away from the balcony. He tried to ignore the surprise on your face at his curt apology, before returning to his room.

Lucifer had never apologized to you before, or at least since you'd told him about your past. But now he had politely excused himself with one. You weren't even sure as to what he had fully said to you, your brain more focused on the fact that the word "sorry" had even left his mouth. A demon you'd come to recognize as a man smothered with pride had never acted this way towards you, most times he'd simply leave your presence without a word unless you were in front of Diavolo. And even then it sounded forced, unlike the natural apology that he had uttered upon leaving.

Around dinnertime the next week marked the moment you fully recognized the change in the Eldest's behavior. He'd called you away to his office to speak about something, telling his brothers to eat without the two of you. The scent of freshly grilled salmon hit your nose as you followed behind him, and he beckoned you to take a seat beside him. The meal laid out before you was much more plentiful from your usual meal, and you could almost imagine how difficult it must've been to get this in here while also keeping it so warm and fresh. "Go on, dig in. The fish is not going to bite back, you know?" Confusion muddled your mind at his rather playful tone, carefully cutting off a piece before taking a bite. It was...

Delicious. As if you were indulging in a Five star meal at a fancy restaurant in the Human World. Your apprehension died down with each bite, and you swore if you had a tail it would've been wagging at the speed of sound. "You like it, I see. Good, I had Hell's Kitchen deliver it so we could dine together. Its a type of salmon called "The Demon King's Salmon". We're in the middle of their mating season right now, so that means they're more wild than usual as well as more rich in flavor." You had been nodding along absentmindly at first, but slowly you realized just how much this must have cost and nearly choked. Coughing into a napkin, you tried your best not to waste the pieces of salmon stuck in your throat. But it seemed you just needed a comforting pat on the back to swallow properly, one that nearly sent you into a state of shock.

Worried crimson eyes examined you as Lucifer gave firm pats to your back, only stopping once the choked noises stopped. "You frightened me there, Mc. Do be more careful when you're eating." His words of comfort hit your eyes, nearly rattling you at your core. "J-jeez Lucifer. You're uh, acting a little different today. You doing alright?" He couldn't meet your eyes after you spoke those words, choosing to instead eat some of his own food. "I'm fine, Mc. I simply recognized that haven't been the best host is all."

Though it wasn't something the two of you did every night, you had formed a routine where you'd have dinner in his office and chat. It became something to look forward to for you. His brothers had noticed fairly quickly, but the Eldest would waved off their questioning. Lucifer had even begun walking to, around, and from RAD on the days Mammon didn't feel like it.

When one of them had interrogated you suddenly, you couldn't say you didn't expect it. They searched for a pact mark on your body, and questioned you about magic and curses. It took a while for it to settle into their minds that Lucifer was hanging around you of his own choice.

The Avatar of Pride had let you become close to him, and that was nothing less of an inhuman feat. Becoming a casual acquaintance of his was something hardly any demons could manage, but here you were. A human sitting together with him in the late hours of the day, dining with a fresh bottle of Demonus.

Nevertheless, you remained in your current space in his heart for a while. It was not until you had finally managed to bond with his siblings that he slowly let you through the many barriers that encased it. After the Attic incident, he spent a lot of days deep in thought. Lucifer hadn't realized the effect you seemed to have on him to its fullest extent until now, and seeing you dying in his brother's arms brought a pain to his being that he hadn't felt since the Fall and Lilith's passing.

You found yourself in his company more often than not. If you weren't hanging around his brothers and trying to repair their trust in Belphie, he was at least in the same room at all times. Upon his request, you had even slept in his room a few times. Should you have not been comfortable with the idea of sharing a bed with him, he bought a futon for this explicit purpose. One that is comfy as well as enchanted, for easy storage. He'll be quite persistent on having you take the bed, but with enough pressing he'll give in. The scent of honeysuckle and lavender began to cling to every surface in his room, creating a rather soothing smell.

Even as you grew even closer, Lucifer cherished the nights you spent alone together discussing whatever you felt like. Most of the time you would lead the conversations in the stories department, seeing as you had a surplus of adventures over the years in the Human World, but he chimes in with a few of his own every now and then.

On night in particular, a memory had come to mind a little while after you had left to fetch something from the kitchen. You had just wrapped up a rather interesting story about having met a famous pianist in the past, and the memory had surfaced after you excused yourself.

"Lucifer, you simply must meet him! His tales are so enchanting and his voice! Oh his voice, big brother! It puts any lyre in Heaven to shame." Lilith swooned, her hand excitedly tugging on the Seraphim's sleeve. The Eldest brother simply smiled down at her, ruffling her hair before ushering her off. "I'm sure he's lovely, Lilith. Now, head back with Beel and Belphie soon. It's getting late, and I'd appreciate if you can make sure they both eat and sleep tonight. You know how they are some days. I'll return once Michael and I are finished here."

Lucifer recalled how he had once originally thought of the man he'd known as Lilith's crush, and later lover. Though he only knew most of the details about Mc from before secondhand, it was obvious that his sister was head-over-heels for the human. Even as an Angel, he'd pictured you quite different based off of her descriptions. While the details she had told him were most certainly true, albeit a little over the top at times, Lucifer had once viewed you as what he believed to be the perfect man for his baby sister. Perhaps it was why he felt so disappointed upon realizing your true form, realizing that you were not some idealized version of yourself he'd made up in his head all those years ago.

His thoughts slowly deteriorated into something far closer to what he'd once teased Lilith about. Simple praises fading into mentally praising nearly everything about you. Hearing footsteps approach his door snapped him out of his small daze, now fully aware of the irony of the situation. Lucifer bit back the laugh that threatened to spill from his lips, leaning back in his chair as the door creaked open.

Mammon:(I have rewritten this so many times im djefifhs)

At first, you had been quite a nuisance to the Avatar of Greed. A living being he had become tethered to, initially metaphorically but later physically. To say the least, Mammon was not exactly thrilled to be acting as your guardian. It had taken a while for him to really even notice anything off about you, as most of his thoughts towards you had been complaints.

He may have picked up on a few after forming a pact with you and helping you with a few things, but nothing that he could fully set in stone as weird or out of the ordinary. His usual crowd tended to be witches, sorcerers, demons, and the occasional human creditors, so it was hard to completely pinpoint what would be seen as abnormal human behaviors.

Before your conversation with Lucifer, Mammon had found himself feeling rather strangely about you. Despite being pretty close to a self-proclaimed Casanova, he struggled to grapple with the way he felt around you. The tightness in his chest seeing you sit closer to Beel than him, the pattering of his heart as you gave him the gentlest of friendly touches, the redness in his face at even the smallest word of praise. Seeing as he couldn't comprehend the feeling, he chose to reject it. All the while failing to notice that he still seeked it out.

Maybe if the nature of your past had been revealed to him later on, when he wasn't in such a state of emotional turmoil, he may have taken it better. Or it may have stung far worse. But what was done was done, for better or for worse.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't slightly hurt that you had not been the one to reveal it to him. Mammon would've preferred hearing it directly from you, not from another one of his brothers who happened to be close enough to overhear. Upon hearing the news, he's torn between making a beeline for you room and demanding answers or avoiding you entirely. As your Guardian slacked off from his job more and more, it became clear he chose the latter.

Any sort of progress you had made into some sort of bond with the Second Eldest brother was further back than you had started with in the first place. He once more became standoffish and brash, his holier than thou persona of the Great Mammon cranked farther past eleven. Through his external mask, you could see the fragments of hurt underneath, but that hurt faded into something more malicious.

Unless he absolutely needed to be there, he was often nowhere to be seen. A part of you missed seeing him barge into your room like an excited puppy. Still, you weren't completely lonely. It was relaxing to be in the company of the members of the Purgatory Hall. Solomon and you had actually bonded quite a bit over your similar life experiences, often spending your lunch breaks and the occasional weekend chatting and exchanging stories.

On one such occasion, Mammon happened to overhear the two of you in the common room. He hadn't meant to stick around, rather he was simply looking for where Lucifer had hid Goldie that morning. Yet, something stopped him from leaving. As he stood in the doorframe, he found himself listening intently to what you and Solomon had been discussing. Although it may have been a little invasive, perhaps it was for the best that the Avatar of Greed had chosen to be nosy.

"Ah, the tea has gone cold." Solomon chuckled, setting the cup back onto the saucer. "Have we really been talking for that long?" "So it seems. Well, it gives me an opportunity to showoff some more spells for you." You raised your eyebrows as the Sorcerer rolled up his sleeves. He uttered a few words that you recognized as Latin, loosely translating to something along the lines of "return aquatic warmth". The phrase brought a smile to your lips, catching his attention after the spell had ran its course. "Is my spellcasting that impressive, Mc?" His voice held an obvious teasing tone to it, earning a laugh from you before you gently waved him off. "It certainly is Solomon, but that's not what I was thinking of." Though he pouted at your words, he urged you to continue. "I was just thinking of how long it has been since I've heard someone speak Latin, let alone as fluently has you just did. Hell, I haven't spoken it myself in years after that brief span of time I worked as a Latin Professor in England."

"A lot of your stories revolve around that geographical location, Mc. If it's not to prying, may I ask as to why? Personally I prefer much more fair weather areas." Solomon questioned in between sips of tea. For a moment you paused, perplexed by the question. While you had visited a variety of different places all over the world, you failed to notice that most of the time you found yourself in the general area of the set of isles. "Well, the only reason that comes to mind is that I met Lilith there." You spoke after some time, unaware of the way a nearby demon perked up at the name.

The Avatar of Greed watched with bated breath, listening as you detailed how you had first met his sister. His eyes couldn't help but follow your hands as you put emphasis on certain statements, unknowingly leaning in while you continued. The way that praises fell from your lips so easily made it clear to both members of your audience that you truly loved the Angel, to such an extent that it actually reminded Mammon of her. He'd always teased Lilith in the past for how much she'd ramble on and on about just what she loved about a human male that she had met one day after sneaking away from the Celestial Realm. Despite all his teasings, he had never challenged her love and admiration for the boy she'd fallen for. Most of the time he had outright encouraged it, failing to notice just how deeply Lilith's devotion to her lover was. But hearing just how equally devoted you were to her brought forth a rather painful realization.

After the Fall, Mammon had grown to resent you. Or at least who he imagined the man that his sister started a war to save, one that she would later die in. When she'd first fallen for Mc, he'd imagine that the human would be a simple crush that she'd soon get over. Even if she had delved into a deep relationship with you, Mammon still did not believe that she would go as far as to go against their Father's wishes and mess with a human's lifespan. With grief fogging his mind, a cruel caricature formed of the man that he felt was directly responsible for the death of his little sister. His brain had latched onto this version of Mc as a form of stress relief, something to direct his frustrations towards in between caring for his brothers. Honestly, it was easier of an idea for him to deal with at the time, as most of his emotional effort went into assisting his brothers in coping with the Fall and caring for the demon birthed from the remains of smoldering wings. The idea of you being an actually decent person was often ignored, pressed to the back of his mind.

Yet, you were nothing like he had imagined. Kind, caring, devoted, and many more words described you far better than what Mammon had portrayed you as. Once the secret of your past had been revealed, he'd once more thought you to be the selfish being he had once believed you to be. But still, you remained the same person he had originally formed a pact with. In that moment a deep feeling of regret settled inside of him, for not only his actions but the way he had always thought of you.

"Mammon? What are you doing here?" You voice shattered his train of thought. Looking into your worried eyes, he suddenly realized just how close he was to you and Solomon. While he had been deep in thought, somewhere along the line he had begun drawing closer and closer to the couch that the two of you sat on. In his current position he had been nearly breathing down your neck, and though his sudden closeness did startle you, the troubled look in his eyes kept you from acting out of fear. Instead of responding, the demon instead began to stutter with a flushed face before scurrying off. "He's been there for a good 30 minutes now, you know. He was just standing in the doorway before."

The day after that night, you were suddenly overcome with the feeling of being followed. The sensation only faded when your Guardian demon was beside you, an event that had become more and more frequent. Though not an immediate process, you found Mammon at your side more and more often. This was not limited to the times that you were outside of the safety of HOL either. Even inside the house you found him seeking you out, giving a half baked excuse with a red face when you asked about the reasoning behind his sudden clinginess. You were aware that he had overheard you speaking about Lilith the other night, but it was surprising to see the sort of affect that it had on him.

Mammon wasn't incredibly quick to ease back into the way you would be around each other before, but it wasn't awfully long until he was once more glued to your hip. Actually, he was a lot more glued to your hip than before, putting in the effort to keep true to what he had promised you. A part of you wished his other brothers could have been there when Leviathan and Lucifer nearly had a heart attack seeing Mammon become so alert and protective of you.

While you hadn't received a proper apology from the demon, he was definitely acting far sweeter than before. It seemed that Mammon was more of the "actions speak louder than words" type. If you had seen something you wanted, it wasn't long before in ended up somewhere in your bedroom. Needed someone to come with you to something? Mammon is at your side in an instant. A lot of his "tsundere" personality is somewhat toned down a good bit, still sorta there but not as strong as it had been after you'd first made a pact.

Something he'd also become fond of was taking you with him on late night drives. While his brothers may have complained about the loud noises so late in the day, especially Asmo and Luci, they eventually gave up on reprimanding the two of you. Most of the time Mammon would just drive until either you fell asleep or he grew tired, but occasionally he would take you out to quiet spots where you could see the stars. On those nights, Mammon would wait for you to fall asleep before scooting close and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Though you may not have been awake to hear it, it brought him some form of solace to whisper words of adoration and a promise of protection into your ear as you slept.

Alas, he had failed you once again as a result of his brothers' scheme to bring you and Lucifer closer. The pure agony in the sobs that shook his form were potent, enough to make Belphegor at least pause his chaotic laughter at your dying body in Mammon's arms. Mammon had not cried as hard as he did that night since the Fall, and the sound of his pained wails brought back heart-wrenching memories of his smoldering wings and bloodied face. He was only somewhat soothed as you managed to come back to life, pitiful wails dying down into loud sobs while he buried his face into your chest. The sound of your beating heart and flowery smell soothed him to sleep that night, the only thing allowing him a peaceful sleep.

Mammon quickly went from glued to your side to attached at the hip. If you were going somewhere he insisted on accompanying you or at least making you take one of his brothers with you. He settled down a good month after the Attic incident, trusting you to call upon him should you need him. You even have a custom ringtone on his D.D.D. that's louder than any of his other contacts. One time you had called to ask him about something and stubbed your toe in the middle of conversation. The noise of pain alerted him and he threw the phone aside and began dashing to your location. The second he saw you, he hurried over and began checking for any injuries.

One night, Mammon fully recognized just how devoted he had suddenly became to you. Fond memories of how Lilith used to speak about you came to mind as the two of you sat together, watching a movie in his room. He could no longer focus on it, despite the amount of explosions and special effects, instead lost in thought while running his hands through your hair. A soft smile crossed his face as he looked at you, the glow of the TV seeming highlighting you in a way that made you look ethereal. He wanted nothing more in that moment to snuggle into your exposed neck, but you had caught onto his staring too soon. He'd simply have to wait until he either had another lucky moment or he gained the courage to actually confess the feelings he held towards you.

Leviathan:

Leviathan wasn't exactly suspicious of you before or after the formation of your pact. You were just some random normie to him at first, but a random normie he could use to get his money back from Mammon. He had begun to view you as a sort of friend after sealing the deal with you, someone to spend time with him despite his tendency to get carried away while talking. While he didn't spend as much time with you as his brothers did, which was mostly his own fault, Levi still enjoyed your company.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel some excitement whenever you would accept his offers of bingeing anime or a video game marathon, to the point that he'd began thinking about buying a few things to keep in his room to make you feel more at home. A decent handful of Human World or Human-safe Devildom snacks were in his Akuzon cart, alongside a few custom gaming things. Levi had held off on actually purchasing these products though, as he didn't want to come off too strong and weird you out. The two of you had just recently became friends, so you hadn't fully set boundaries with each other yet.

It's fairly likely that he's the last of the brothers to actually find out about your past. He probably wasn't in the same room when you had pulled Lucifer away for a chat, nor was he aware of the word spreading around the house about you. Watching his brothers suddenly distance themselves from you confused him, especially when Mammon refused to be in the same room as you. He had continued interacting with you as normal, deciding to just ask you or one of his brothers about it later.

You happened to get to him first about it, on a day that he had made plans for both of you to watch a recent anime that he'd been keeping an eye on for months. In the days leading up to the release, he'd been excitedly telling you all the details that he knew from the manga it was based off of as well as some of the leaked promotional art, with you giving your own personal input. Underneath the dim lights of his room, you and Levi sat through some commercials as you waited for the show to start. It was then he had brought up the question, and although you were nervous to tell him, you felt it best not to keep him in the dark. Plus, it felt better to tell him yourself rather than one of the others telling him.

Though you tried to go about the topic of your past in the gentlest way possible, finding out who you actually were still upset him greatly. When he shifted into his demon form you were worried he might've attacked you again, but he simply began to sulk on the floor and tell you to leave. Reaching out to him to offer some comfort only upset him more, and once he started hissing you took it as your queue to leave.

He wasn't exactly sure what he was more mad about, the fact that you were Mc, the same one his sister loved, or that you had been lying to him about your true self. Truthfully, he felt betrayed by the whole situation. He may not be the best with friendships, but he felt hurt that you didn't confide in him first. Both before and after the Fall he had not had much of an opinion on the boy that Lilith had fallen in love with, but the Envy that coursed through his veins suddenly brought forth a resentment he had never held before.

No matter what form Leviathan had taken over the years, whether it be an Angel or Demon, he'd always found himself in a high ranking military position. Once the intial years of morning had passed, Levi had accepted the role of the General of Hell's Navy. In a way, it helped him ease into being a demon better than the time he spent locked away in his room. While he wasn't always actively commanding, most of the time that wasn't spent on his interests was spent training or strategizing. He didn't really have time to dwell on his thoughts on you.

Yet, as the feelings of Envy and years of painful memories clashed together in his mind, an unfamiliar rage filled him. He too began avoiding you and would yell at you to go away if you asked to come into his room. You came to realize that if you wanted to try and fix things with him, you'd likely need to catch him when he was outside of his room. Thus, you hatched a plan to draw him out slowly.

Though he was one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, it was rare to catch the Avatar of Envy out and about in town. Unless he had to go grocery shopping, Levi would only be seen out of the house whenever an important anime or game event was happening. This day in particular happened to be the release of a new game that he'd been looking forward to for years now, eagerly watching the development from the posts of the team's official Devilgram.

By the time he had got there the line was already fairly long, making the demon slightly nervous. Sure, he could always get a copy later, but these specific copies from this specific store were incredibly special in comparison to the other ones. They were limited edition copies that came with all of the DLC, as well as a figurine of the main character and a few replicas of in-game items. He'd tried to arrive as early as possible since the store had placed a rule against camping outside the entrance for a set amount of time, but he was held up by one of Lucifer's lectures regarding his grades on Seductive Speechcraft. Arguing with him or trying to escape would've only made him sit and listen to Lucifer for longer, so he begrudgingly sat through his older brother's lecturing and ran out the door once he was finished.

The line itself was full of a bunch of different types of demons, some of them being people he recognized from the Navy or a few of the Devildom's conventions. The other people were not as rowdy as he expected, but seeing as the doors wouldn't open for another hour they likely wouldn't be worked up by now. Seeing as he was going to be there for a while and didn't really have any desire to chat with those around him, he decided to pull out his Demontendo Switch and play some Devil Crossing.

Halfway through planting a new tulip garden, the line began to fill with chatter around him. Checking the time confirmed that it was about 5 minutes until the doors would open, so he was quick to save his game and prepare for the inevitable rush to get inside. As much as the owners of the shop would've liked there to be a calm, single file line, demons tended to be rather unpredictable. Leviathan still remembered the day of the most recent "The Seven Lords" release, after a Wrath demon ended up in quite a scuffle with a Greed demon over the last copy. It was rather likely that something similar would happen again, since the limited edition copies were so, well, limited.

When the doors finally opened, everyone rushed inside as expected. Levi had memorized the location of the display that would hold what he was looking for a few days prior to release, so he eagerly weaved in and out of the crowd to get to it. Yet, upon reaching the display, he was met with a sight that at first disappointed him, and then confused him. The shelves had been completely empty by the time he reached it, but as an envious rage began to stir within him he found an odd sight at the far end of the display. He hadn't expected to see you here of all places, let alone crouched so low to the floor in front of a rather pissed looking demon. Levi couldn't see exactly what you were holding onto, but over the chatter of the other customers he could make out that you had something that the demon in front of you wanted.

Getting closer, he was surprised to see a small pool of red beginning to stain the yellow carpet below you. Were you bleeding? Did the demon attack you? While he still didn't want to be around you all that much, he knew an awful punishment would be awaiting him should he let you get yourself killed over whatever you were so latched onto. He thought the demon would've put up more of a fight when he loomed over both of you in his Demon form, but they simply scurried away in fear. You slowly uncurled yourself to look at your savior, locking eyes with the otaku you hadn't seen in weeks. "Hey Levi! Thanks for the help." Levi cringed a little at the way you smiled up at him, bleeding heavily from your nose and acting like it wasn't there. Once you finally stood up and turned around, he saw what you had been practically guarding with your life. The box set of the limited edition copy he had been looking for was clutched closely to your chest, albeit with a few droplets of blood smeared across the surface.

"I'd say that I didn't expect to see you here, but to be honest I did. I was just hoping that I would've got in and out before you got here." You confessing, rubbing the back of your neck in an embarrassed manner. "Why? So you could buy the game before I could?" His tone made you flinch for a moment, but you continued to keep your pleasant composure. "I'll explain soon, just wait for me outside, okay?" "...Fine."

After a couple of minutes you met up with him outside, the box cleaned of crimson droplets and your nose thoroughly cleaned but still bruised. "Sorry about the wait, Miss Honey wouldn't let me leave before she took care of my whole broken nose thing." You chuckled nervously. "Miss Honey?" Levi mused in an uncouth manner. "Ah, yeah. She's the owner of the shop. I worked part time here for a bit and sorta became friends with her? Miss Honey is an older lady, so she doesn't have many people to talk to besides her grandkids when they visit. But, enough about that. Here." Eagerly, you presented the box to him. He raised an eyebrow at you, analyzing the situation before quickly snatching up the box. Levi found no sort of damages to the box and all of the collectables were inside, confirming to him that you weren't pulling some trick on him. "I was gonna just leave it in front of your door with a note, but since you're here now I might as well give it to you." "Why are you giving this to me? Do you want something?" It was understandable that he thought you may have had ulterior motives, but you didn't take it personally. "Oh, no no! I just remembered that you said you were really looking forward to this game so I wanted to get it for you. Miss Honey let me line up in front early so I would have a better chance at getting it." "I... I... uhm." "Well, I'll see you back at the House of Lamentation. I'm feeling a little lightheaded."

It took Leviathan a bit to come to terms with what he had just witnessed. You had gotten into a fight with a demon that could very well kill you, only to give him the very thing that you had been fighting to keep. Memories of you smiling yet bloodied face came to mind every time he looked at the box, and he couldn't bring himself to open it up and play the game he'd been waiting so long for. He fully expected you to demand some sort of favor in return for the game, but you never did. The most you had mentioned anything about it was when you asked him if he was enjoying the game while he escorted you around RAD in Mammon's place.

Similar to Mammon, he preferred to ease into being around you. Lingering in the same room at a distance, only closing the gap when he felt more comfortable in your general vicinity. You remained patient with him, allowing him to inch closer and closer at his own pace. The biggest step he had taken with you was inviting you into the common room to watch the anime from before, muttering something about never getting around to watching the show and you had already wanted to watch it with him anyway.

He had never been too comfortable with touching before you had confessed to him about your past, but something in him made him want to bring you physically closer to him. Butterflies filled his stomach as his pinkie crossed over yours one night and you made no move to pull away, instead linking yours with his.

Only after the Attic incident did he allow you back into his room, and if he was being honest he never wanted you to leave once you entered. You allow him to coddle you, the upset expression he gave you when you tried to do things on your own too heartbreaking to bear. Want something to eat or drink? He just so happens to have some Human food here, let him get you some. Bored? Come out of the bedtub and play some games or what some anime with him. Just make sure you grab the Henry controller and headphones. Lucifer had to fight quite a bit with Levi to get him to let you go so you could attend RAD. Even so, Leviathan attended more in person classes just to be around you. With how much he followed after you like a lost puppy, he was beginning to make Mammon jealous.

On nights that you've fallen asleep in his room and he's left alone with his thoughts, his mind sometimes drifts to Lilith. He never had time as an Angel or Demon to dwell too much on his sister's praises of you, but as the memories returned to him he couldn't help but smile. "I've never met a man as sweet as Mc. Not even an Angel could compare to how kind he is. He's such a massive sweetheart." Lilith had swooned one night in a conversation with Belphegor. His eyes drifted towards your sleeping form, focusing on the fantasy amulet hung around your neck. The same one that had come in the box set you'd given him. "You are a sweetheart, huh?" "...What was that Levi?" ".......aaaaAAAAAAA"

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

(I woulda posted this sooner but I was uhm, as the cool kids say, "Hungover as fuck" multiple times) (I only drink on holidays lmaoo my alcohol tolerance is shit)

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[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Right Person, Wrong Time // 2

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Weeks after the reader's interview her and Chris crosses paths at the premiere of her movie

Warnings: none

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

MASTERLIST

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"Y/N over here!"

That's all I've been hearing since I stepped onto the red carpet, bright lights angrily flashed as the men and women behind the camera snapped every possible angle of me

It hasn't even been a proper ten minutes yet since I've been out here and my face hurts from the forced smile that decorated my face. I wanted to avoid walking this carpet as it is my first in years since Chris always attended these with me and I with him.

Damn it Y/N can you not go a full day without thinking about him?

My assistant guided me along the length of the carpet, I waved and smiled at the familiar faces I recognized like Chris Hemsworth and his wife, Ryan and Blake, a few other cast members who made this movie possible.

"We've got a few interviews and then we're going through the entrance." nodding I followed her lead, the bright and bubbly Giuliana Rancic called out to me and I stepped onto the platform in front of the camera, fake smile still prominent

"To all you viewers at home I have with me the gorgeous Y/N Y/L/N with me."

"Hi Giuliana, hello everyone."

"Before we get into these couple questions I'd like to say how incredible you look tonight and I am really excited to this film."

"If only I looked as beautiful as you and I really do hope you enjoy the movie." All smiles she dived into her questions, she started off with the basics like who I was most excited to work with, any specific scene that I loved shooting and if I think the fans would love it

The wind up before the pitch

"We've all seen the interview where you openly addressed yours and Chris' recent split, I have to say I was pretty shocked."

"I think a lot of people were shocked as well but you know, life happens, things change but I really did mean everything I did say bout him. Chris and I were really great friends before we dated for three years and although things didn't work out between us I know that we'll bounce back, things would definitely be different but I'll take whatever I can get."

"Even if it's a random hey how's it going?" laughing I nodded

"Yeah of course, I still consider him my best friend." laughing she wrapped up the interview and I bid my goodbyes before moving onto the next. Giuliana's interview set the pace for the rest of interviews as they all asked similar questions. I was on my third stop when there was a bit of commotion at the end of the carpet as another celebrity showed up at the premiere.

There was too many people on the carpet for me to pinpoint who exactly showed up as the final interview was wrapped up I immediately headed for the entrance. Once inside my face relaxed, smile completely vanished from my face.

You can survive the night Y/N

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Chris' POV

The camera flashes almost blinded me as walked along the carpet. I posed for the photographers wanting to get this carpet over with so I can find the one person I'm here to see.

"Chris!" the E!News reporter called me over and I stepped up next to her, greeting her and the camera focused on us.

"It's so nice to see you here."

"It's nice to be here."

"This would be your first little interview since your split with the lead actress of the movie correct?"

"That's right"

"I'd just like to mention I had the opportunity to speak with her a short while ago and she spoke highly of you."

My heart fluttered in my chest as spoke about Y/N

"I'm taking your word on it, I'm kidding I know she did as it's who she is as a person. She's kind, thoughtful, she's such a wonderful person to be around."

"Chris if I didn't know any better I'd say you're here to win her back."

"Well the night is still young I don't know what would happen once I get a couple drinks in, we'll see." the interview was over just as quickkly as it began and I continued making my down the carpet, saying hello to whoever I crossed paths with until I made it into the building.

She looks stunning

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Y/N's POV

Oh God

My heart hammered in my chest as Chris and I held each other's gaze from opposite sides of the room. I don't know how long we both stood there frozen in our spot taking in one another's presence but it must have been quite some time as Anthony snapped his fingers to break my trance.

"Remind me why you two called it quits and this time leave out that bullcrap excuse about being too busy for a relationship." my co-star took a swig of his drink as he stared at me.

"It's not an excuse if it's the truth Mackie."

"Uh-huh, well, he's on his way over here, I should find Sebastian." before I could comprehend his words I caught a whiff of Chris' Gucci Guilty colonge, I missed that scent so damn much.

"Christopher, hey." All decked off in his navy blue suit Chris now stood in Anthony's place, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Y/N, you look beuatiful tonight. Congratulations on the movie, I can't wait to see it."

"And you look just as handsome as I remembered you to be." a light shade of pink tinted his cheeks at my compliment just like he always did.

"Thank you." his eyebrows drew together

"What for?"

"For showing up tonight, I wasn't expecting to see you here, especially after.." my voice died off at the end, still hurt at the fact that we were no longer together.

"Like you said, we're still friends right and what are friends for if we don't support each other. Plus I know that you'd do the same for me."

Friends

The damn word that silently haunts the pair like their worst nightmare.

The word dripped off of Chris' tongue, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth causing Y/N to wince at the stabbing pain in her chest.

How can two people who knows each other like the back of their hands, go from being friends to lovers and then back to friends? It is definitely not going to be easy but as long as the two has each other on their lives, they are more than willing to make it work out.

"I don't want to keep you back any longer, you should be making your rounds around the room but I'd really like to talk to you away from everyone else. It doesn't have to be tonight but, I don't know, maybe we can work something out." nodding I patted his chest as I moved to get past him, I could tell that he leaned in to kiss my cheek but caught himself.

Wordlessly I tipped my head back and quickly kissed his bearded cheek and moved over to join in on the conversation being held amongst Henry Cavill, Tom Holland and Hardy; the gruff texture of Chris' beared still burned my lips.

Over Holland's shoulder I could clearly see Chris still standing in place with his hand on the spot that my lips kissed. I shouldn't have done that but I really wanted us to return to some form of normalcy and friends do kiss each other's cheeks.

Right?

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[tiffsyub]

" 5:30 p.m " — gyeongsu x fem!reader

genre : fluff, friends to lovers troupe, confession

warning : grammatical errors, english is not my first language.

finally it's sunday, a good day to relax and chill. on-jo and i-sak invited me to a carnival opening nearby the city, i immediately accepted their invitation since i have nothing to do today.

i walked out from my house and went through the gate as two figures appeared and startled the shit out of me. i held my chest in shock and throwing glare stares at them.

"could the two of you stop scaring me like that.." i ranted and they just laugh at me as i rolled my eyes. on-jo just pull my wrist and playfully swing it side to side giving me big smiles which made me smile too.

" you should stop frowning so much or you'll aged faster!" i-sak teased. "whatever" i replied as we continued to our destination.

after a short bus ride, we've finally arrived at the carnival that been exclusively open today.

of course, crowds spreading everywhere. families, couple and friends were chatting and strolling anywhere the carnival. as while i am observing the place, my eyes widen as i spotted the person on the crowd. it was gyeong-su.

"wait, is that cheongsan? hey! guys!" on-jo seem to notice where i was looking and started to scream on the crowds. three heads turn to glance at our direction.

cheongsan slowly approaches as gyeongsu and suhyeok joins. i was shaking—my hands were shaking, it's only gyeong-su just act normal damn it. i-sak notices my state and a smirk planted on her face.

"don't you ever..!" i mumbled at her but it was too late. i began to feel embarrassed and turn away, my back facing them.

"hey we never expected that we've bumped to you guys!" i-sak said and on-jo nodding as she agree with i-sak's statement. i was only looking at the floor, dumbfounded. i should have stayed at home.

"are you okay (y/n)?" a hand rested at my shoulders, shaking me lightly. i look up and saw gyeong-su looking at me with his concern eyes. i awkwardly give him a wide smile and brush his hand off from me.

"i'm totally fine! j-just excited! that's all." i said, gyeongsu seems satisfied with my answer and nodded.

"let's split!" on-jo said and suddenly look at me, giving me a teasing look and now i know where the hell this is going. i rub my temples, i am here to have fun not get stressed out.

so it's finally planned, on-jo with cheongsan, i-sak with suhyeok and yeah, me and gyeongsu. i don't know if i should get happy since i got to have a time alone with him or not.

things between me and gyeongsu are starting to get awkward for me, since the started to develop these feelings for him. i avoided him thinking these feelings would stop but it didn't. it's rarely for us to hang-out not like before, except for lunches since all of us always eat together. i feel sorry for myself, i just don't know how to handle crushy thingy.

" so hi " gyeongsu asks cutting our quite atmosphere between us. " well hi " i replied as my fingers fidget in each other waiting for him to make another conversation.

"they seem to set us up, i knew those guys were planning." gyeongsu chuckled as he scratches his nape. "yeah i will those two bitches right after this." i said and gyeongsu just continued giggling.

"so what do you want to do? it's my treat." gyeongsu offered and stuffed both his hands inside his pocket. i shake my head. "no it's okay, i can pay mine!" i rejected.

"don't worry about it! it's just been a long time we've been hanging out together alone." gyeongsu look at me and smiles. i just stared at him as he suddenly pulled my wrist.

"let's play that one!" gyeongsu chirped happily. i wish this day will last long.

i look around the stall, it was full of plushies and other adorable stuffs. and suddenly there was something caught my eyes, it was a cat stuff toy. the most cutest thing i've ever seen.

gyeongsu started to play, he grabbed a ball as he tossed and target. i silently cheered for him. his first attempt was failed, and his second attempt was also failed, only one ball is left. he grabbed the last ball, i closed my eyes as climax began to build inside of me. i hope he do great this time.

" here, for you." i slowly open my eyes, revealing the cat stuff toy that is drool for earlier appeared in front of me. my eyes sparkles in joy and snatch it from his hands.

" thank you, and how did you know i want this? i didn'teven ask for you to get it." i asks, as the two of us stroll away from the stall.

"just a pretty guess." he replied. i smiled at him as he return it too.

"okay, it's my turn now! what do you want?" i asks and hold his wrist urging him to stop at our track.

"but it's my treat?"

"no, let me."

he gave up.

"okay, maybe mmmm.." he was humming.

"oh! let's ride that carousel!" he said.

i bought two tickets for us, i was about to hand him the other ticket when he immediately pulled me inside without any hesitation. just seeing him getting excited over something just made my heart skip a beat. it's crazy.

"sorry about that, it's just been awhile since i ride in this." he said as i notices a pink tint glowing both in his cheeks, god why do you have to be so adorable.

the carousel starts to go around slowly. gyeongsu was riding beside me, his contagious smile spreading in his lips made me feel like i'm in heaven. i keep glancing at him and unexpectedly he turn his head to me and stared at me. i quickly look away and breathing in and out. that was a close call.

" (y/n)."

"yes?"

" i have something to tell you right after this."

"well you can tell me now?"

"no, just later."

"oh, okay.."

i was clueless and definitely very curious of what he gonna say to me after this. the carousel stops, and we hop out of our horses and went outside.

"that was amazing!" gyeongsu cheered as he lift his two arms up in the air, i giggle at his actions and he notices as it making him starts to feel embarrassed.

we kept strolling around the different stalls to try different games, riding merry-go-rounds, eating variety of sweets foods and then i realized, the awkward feeling of me to him is gone. totally gone.

" wow it's already 5 pm, gosh i didn't realized we've been that long touring around the carnival." i stated as i continued lick my ice cream.

"yeah, maybe the others had gone home now without us." he replied and the both of us laughing.

"by the way, you told me that you have something to say to me right?" i asks as my curiosity starts to building up.

"oh yeah i almost forgot about that." he grinned.

" (y/n), why did you avoid me all of sudden?" he asks, a hint of sadness where visible in his voice. i stop licking my ice cream, and stare at him. i was lost in words, i don't know what to say.

" it's just..."

say it.

" it's nothing, don't worry about it you didn't do anything wrong." i lied, i totally can't do it. i hate myself for this.

"if there's nothing wrong, why are you avoiding me?" gyeonngsu still pushing me, he is still not satisfied with my answer.

" this really bothers me (y/n), like i can't even sleep properly without even thinking about it, it's just i miss your presence with me." i was in utter shock when he said the last sentence. i didn't know this will affect him so much.

"so why (y/n)? please be honest—"

" I LIKE YOU OKAY! " i didn't bother let him finish. i grip hardly onto the edge of my blouse. i can't believe i am confessing at him right now.

" i try to avoid this feelings cause i don't want to ended up like this, but i failed. i don't know what to do about it, so I decided to cope it all at my own. i really don't want to ruin this friendship but my heart just can't help it." i'm in urge of tears and confronted him. the ice cream in my hands starts melting, there's a total silence around us.

"if you don't feel the same, it's okay i don't have any intentions to have this friendship in another lev—"

before i could even finish my words, a soft pair of lips smashed at mine. he kissed me, his lips were a bit cold due to the ice cream. i close my eyes as i feel his tongue waiting for my permission to let him in. i rest both of my arms in his shoulder as our kiss began to get deeper and deeper until we ran out of breath. we pulled away in each other's touch and he was starting to lick his lips.

"sorry, there was an ice cream on it, i like the flavor of your ice cream but i like you more (y/n)." he confessed.

before i could react at his confession, it's already blue hour. the magic hour, the skies were already calm and painted in deep blue making the tension between us more romantic.

"i didn't know you where this cheesy, gyeongsu." i teased.

"hey! at least i tried to confess my feelings to you too!" he ranted. i know he won't shut up his mouth until he won against me teasing him so i peck his lips and pulled his hands and clasps it with mine.

"it's fits perfectly, now let's go home." i glance at our hands and look back at him. he was very flustered. i just playfully roll my eyes and smiles.

"we still have school tomorrow come on." i said. he stayed silent and still flustered.

today is gonna be the one of the best day of my entire life, forget about the thing I said earlier that i should go home, i take it back. tomorrow will be a long long day ahead for the two of us.

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[theteasetwrites]

Just One Wish

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Greene farm ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: **major warning for attempted sexual assault** (I will indicate where the scene starts and ends if you want to skip it <3) ❧ Word Count: 5.5k

❧ Requested by @lacilulu77 (hope you like it, and thanks for all the support!)

❧ Summary: Young love doesn't come to fruition, and it takes several years for two friends to reunite, during an apocalypse, no less. A chance encounter rekindles an old flame that never got the chance to burn.

❧ A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one. I love doing pre-apocalypse Daryl so we get a little bit of that, and Season 2 era Daryl which is also a treat. Also, in regards to the scene of attempted SA, I hope I handled it in an appropriate way. I've written one other scene similar to that in my series, but it's always so hard to write. Completely understand if you'd rather skip that part. Truly a horrific thing to happen to anyone that I could unfortunately see being very common in the post-apocalyptic world. Lmk what y'all think.

“Make a wish,” you said, sitting with your knees tucked into your chest atop the roof of your childhood home, Daryl Dixon, your friend since middle school, sitting alongside you.

You closed your eyes and smiled as the shooting star beamed across the night sky. One perk to living in rural Georgia, several miles away from any big city, was that there was hardly any light pollution, and everything in the night sky was so clear.

“You’re not making a wish, are you?” you asked him as you opened one eye to spy on him. He scoffed and reached into his pocket to pull out his Marlboros.

“Come on, Daryl. We never see shooting stars. Can’t you just make one wish? Look, it’s still in the sky. Just one little wish.”

He turned to face you, his cigarette wagging from his mouth as he momentarily looked down again to light it with a zippo. “Fine,” he said.

“Close your eyes.”

With an exasperated sigh, he did as you said, closing his eyes as he blew out the first puff of smoke. You waited patiently, watching his relaxed face as he wished, but soon you realized he was probably just messing with you.

“You didn’t wish for anything, did you?” you asked.

He opened his eyes and looked at you with a small half-smile, the same one he always managed to muster up just for you and these nights on the rooftop. “Didn’t say that. Maybe I did wish for somethin’. You ain’t in my head.”

You shrugged. “No, but I know when you’re messin’ with me. You’re always messin’ with me.”

He nudged your shoulder, causing you to rock back and forth a little. “Even if I did wish, can’t tell ya, else it won’t come true.”

You nodded. “That is the rule. But you know what? My wish just came true, so I can tell you what it was.”

He raised an eyebrow at your curious statement. You were always saying such strange things, but it kept him on his toes.

“I wished that I could make you smile, and you did. So you see, wishes really do come true.” You nudged his shoulder back.

He laughed as he took another puff of his smoke. “Guess so. Dunno if mine could ever come true, though.”

“Well, of course it can. Whatever it is, if you believe in it enough, it’ll happen.”

There you were again, talking like a Disney princess. You had always been like that as long as he could remember—so excited for the future and so determined that you could do anything if you set your mind to it.

But Daryl knew his wish wouldn’t come true, because he wished you would stay.

“Ya got everythin’ ready for tomorrow?” he asked.

You sighed. “Yeah, pretty much. Dad’s making us get up early in the morning, says he wants to get there as soon and as quick as possible. I’m just worried I’m gonna get there and my roommate’s going to turn out to be a psycho, ya know? I’ve heard horror stories about it. My cousin, Marilou—she got poisoned by her roommate. Put it right in her glass of water while she was sleeping. Can you believe that?”

“This the same cousin who got ‘er teeth knocked out at the watering hole?”

“Yes,” you laughed. “That’s besides the point.”

He leaned back on his forearms against the worn shingled roof. “That’s not gonna happen to ya.”

At least, he hoped. He was already anxious enough about you leaving town without having to worry about something bad happening to you.

A few moments of silence passed, and were dissipated by the feeling of you resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arm around his. He swallowed hard, still not used to you giving him such attention despite how long you’d been friends.

“Will you come and visit me?” you asked.

He looked at you and the twinkling light in your eyes. “I’ll try,” he said. “Dunno how I’m gonna get there.”

“You could take your dad’s truck.”

“That thing ain’t got a mile left in it. Better off walkin’ there.”

“Well, maybe I’ll just come back home to visit then. For the holidays, and the summer. That’ll be fun, right? We can go camping again. It’ll be good,” you assured yourself with a nod. “Like nothing changed.”

Your fingers began running up and down his arm, bare and exposed to the cool autumn air. He always wore those sleeveless shirts, even though you bought him at least two jackets to wear over them for chilly nights like this.

“You’re gonna forget about me,” he said. “Make better friends, meet other guys…”

That last part just came out of nowhere, but he thought about it a lot, how you’d go off to a nicer part of Georgia and meet fraternity boys and southern gentlemen in the making, boys your parents would’ve liked more than him, boys you would’ve liked more than him.

You raised your head from his shoulder and looked at him seriously. Even in the moonlight could you see his downcast features. You never knew him to be this sad before.

“How could you say that?” you asked. “You’re one of my best friends. I’d never forget you. And maybe I’ll make new friends, but you’ll always be one, too. I love you, Daryl Dixon.”

You knew you loved him for a long time. In your eighteen-year-old brain, you weren’t entirely sure what kind of love it was, but you were sure that you did love him. He was always there for you, and you for him. There wasn’t anything you couldn’t tell each other, and you saw that as love.

For Daryl, the feeling was mutual, but, in his eighteen-year-old brain, he knew he loved you in a way that he couldn’t quite express to you. At least, certainly not when you were about to leave. He’d loved you for years now. At first, he didn’t know what it was—pubescent lust or immature infatuation—but in recent months he had come to believe that you were the only girl he’d ever truly love.

“Daryl?” you asked, waking him from his anxious thoughts. “Earth to Daryl?”

He snuffed out his ashen cigarette and shook his head until he could fully understand you again. “I, uh… I feel the same.”

You smiled. “So you won’t forget about me?”

“Nah,” he said. “You’re pretty unforgettable.”

The night ended much like any other night you spent on the roof, with you returning to your room and Daryl walking back home through the woods that separated your houses. This night, however, was a little different, as he carried the knowledge that you loved him.

He wasn’t totally naïve. He knew that you could’ve meant many different things when you said it, but to him, that was the confirmation he needed to tell you his true feelings.

That night, as he laid sleepless in his bed, he decided he would arrive early to your house that next morning and have one last talk with you, in which he’d admit to the love he felt for you. Even if it was misguided, or juvenile, or hopeless, or just plain ridiculous, he couldn’t deny his feelings anymore. He loved you, and he at least wanted you to know that before you left.

If nothing came of it, if you rejected him and went off to school in Atlanta and never spoke to him again, he’d at least have some kind of relief. He’d be heartbroken for a while, perhaps forever, but he’d have that inkling of satisfaction.

Or at least he hoped.

There wasn’t anyone home when he reached your house around 6am. Your father wasn’t kidding around: he wanted to hit the road early, and Daryl wasn’t early enough.

Staring blankly at the empty driveway, he felt a heart wrenching sorrow that he’d never quite felt before, like he’d missed the last bus home and was forced to wander the streets alone and shrouded in darkness. Perhaps he was being dramatic, but he didn’t care anymore. He dropped to his knees in hopelessness, and tears welled up in his eyes.

What he said to you last night wasn’t enough. He hadn’t given you a proper goodbye, he thought, and the length of time in which he wouldn’t see you again already seemed unbearable. What if you had a boyfriend by that time? You’d never had one before, but college was different. That’s what people did, as far as Daryl knew. He couldn’t tell you then. It’d be wrong.

It was all wrong. And his wish didn’t come true. You couldn’t stay, and you couldn’t come back.

Your family made a sudden move shortly after you left. Daryl had heard that they wanted to be closer to you in Atlanta, so that’s where they went.

You weren’t able to visit that holiday, or that summer, and when you tried to visit after, Daryl was gone. He didn’t answer his home phone, and he wasn’t around to get the letter you wrote him. He’d been drifting around Georgia with his brother, making end’s meet and getting into trouble, as he often did when you weren’t there to distract him from Merle and his antics.

In that time, you realized you loved him in a different way than what you meant that last night you saw him. You loved him in every possible way, and you tried to find him, to at least rekindle your friendship, but he seemed to practically disappear off the face of the earth with Merle.

He didn’t forget about you, though. He thought about you often, wondering what you were doing, your whereabouts, your life… Despite his deep regret that he never told you how he felt, he hoped you were happy, above all else.

Still, for the years after that, he found himself spending more time outside at night, watching the stars and hoping to see one falling. He’d close his eyes and make a wish, just like you told him, and he’d wish that your paths would cross again, and that he’d finally have the chance to express his love to you. Sometimes, if the star seemed particularly bright, he’d wish that you shared his love, too, and that you’d finally be able to be together.

That was almost twenty years ago.

Now, the world had much bigger problems than two lovelorn teenagers.

You had much bigger problems.

“Gotta be somethin’ ‘round here,” the first man said. “Badger, deer, hell, I’ll even settle for a squirrel.”

You hunched below the brush, watching the three men trudge through the woods in front of you.

They appeared suddenly and without warning, causing you to have to hide until they left. Despite having met friendly people, you were going to risk these men turning out to be assholes.

Aside from that, you were alone. The last of your group, as far as you knew. There were some who got separated when your camp got overrun, but a lot of them were feasted on by the dead.

That was three days ago, or something like that.

One of the other men approached a nearby tree and unbuckled his pants to relieve himself, chewing tobacco all the while.

Typical Georgia rednecks, you thought.

“What I wouldn’t give for some hush-puppies right about now, or a peach pie,” he said.

“Shut up, Tucker,” the third man barked. “No use in thinkin’ ‘bout that shit no more. Ain’t no more hush-puppies and certainly ain’t no more peach pie. Come on,” he whistled. “Let’s move on. Nothin’ here.”

He seemed to be the leader, that one. As you watched them readjust their packs, you wondered if maybe you should show yourself. After all, you were alone, and no one could make it out here alone.

Then, they were men, and that was discouraging you.

Maybe it was a stereotype, but they were also clearly hillbillies, the kind you grew up around, and you knew the type.

Still, it was worth a shot. If things went awry, you’d just have to try to defend yourself. Or, more likely, run as fast you could.

“Hey,” you called out to them, rising from the brush.

They turned swiftly and held their rifles high, pointed at you. You raised your hands and dropped your knife in the process.

“Don’t shoot,” you said frantically. “I’m… I’m alone. My group was attacked.”

They slowly lowered their weapons and exchanged a look with one another. The man with the chew, Tucker, you presumed, spit his tobacco and spoke to the leader.

“Jus’ another damn woman, Ford,” he said to him. “Leave ‘er. Ain’t worth the trouble.”

“N-no,” you stuttered. “I can help. I’m not terrible at hunting. Please, I don’t wanna be out here alone. No one can make it like this.”

The leader, Ford, scanned you up and down. “Nah,” he said. “You wanna join us, little lady?”

You didn’t, but you needed some other people to watch your back until you could get out of these woods. They were the only living ones you had come across in days, and even if they looked straight out of Deliverance, you were desperate.

“Yes,” you said. “I won’t be a burden.”

(TW: attempted sexual assault)

“Nah,” Ford said. “Ya won’t… ‘cause you’ll be of use to us.” He approached you slowly, with the other men exchanging a knowing look between them. He fiddled with the belt around his waist, and glowered his dark eyes at you.

Then, you regretted ever getting involved with these guys.

You backed up, looking behind Ford to Tucker and the other man. “What’s going on here?” you asked, looking frantically between the three of them. The other two started coming closer to you, backing you up against a tree.

“Hold ‘er down,” Ford said to Tucker. “Jed, get ‘er weapons.”

Tucker grabbed you and pulled you away from the tree. He was the biggest of the three and much stronger than you. He kept your arms pinned behind you as Jed tore your other knives and your slingshot from your belt.

You squirmed and yelled profusely, trying to lure any nearby walkers, who you’d rather be bitten by than to be violated by these men. Soon, Tucker covered your mouth until it was all a mumbled mess.

“Can’t I go first this time?” Jed asked as he helped lay you down, spreading your legs with some difficulty as Ford watched on.

“That ain’t the rules,” he said as he unbuckled his belt and began to unzip his jeans. Your eyes widened and you kicked Jed’s hands away from your ankles, causing him to growl. “I always go first. That’s just how it is. We gotta have rules.”

It sickened you, of course. The fact that men like that got away with these things, even more so than they used to. This clearly wasn’t the first time they’d done this, they had a system, and you were terrified to be the latest victim.

Perhaps they even killed the others, or left them to the walkers afterwards. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to get out of this alive, but all you could think about was how you were going to get out of this, how you were going to fight them off. It was going to be difficult, and you couldn’t make out any clear way of doing so.

“Jus’ hurry up,” Jed said. “She’s squirmin’.”

Ford laughed, kneeling down over you and about ready to pull down his pants. You cried sharply, hot tears flowing over your trembling cheeks. You shook your head rapidly, screaming into Tucker’s hand all the while. “No!” you mumbled. “No! No! No!”

“Shut—”

(End TW)

The vile man’s sentence was interrupted by an arrow through his forehead.

Your tear-stained eyes widened as his limp body fell to the side. With Tucker’s hand loose over your mouth now, you bit through his fingers so hard you drew blood.

“Shit!” he cried, then flopped backwards and received an arrow to his head, too.

You sat up in confusion to turn around and look at his lifeless body. The arrow came from the other direction, so you turned back and saw another arrow pierce through Jed’s skull as he went running off.

You looked around frantically, panting and crying as you tried to locate the source of the arrows, anticipating it to also be a threat.

Wiping your tears and your running nose, you crawled over to Tucker’s body and grabbed his rifle. You planted yourself against the stump of the nearest tree and pointed the gun towards the shadowy grove of trees where the shots had come from.

“Who’s there?!” you tearfully yelled into the air. “I’ll shoot you if I have to!”

“Ain’t lookin’ for trouble,” a man’s voice called out, still not showing himself.

Great, you thought. Another redneck.

Though you couldn’t see him, you squinted your eyes to pinpoint a crossbow peeking out from behind one of the trees. Whoever he was, he was hiding behind the tree, seemingly just as wary of you as you were of him.

“Then why are you hiding?” you asked.

“Can’t trust no one these days,” he said with a scoff.

It can’t be, you thought.

The voice was familiar, gruff and yet strangely soft and raspy. It was tinged with the average accent of a Georgia native, not unlike the one you had, although yours was softer, polished by twenty or so years away from your rural home.

Though you felt like you could remember it, it was still different, much coarser and deeper.

“You all right?” he asked.

He… he sounds like him.

You swallowed hard. “Not really, if I’m being honest,” you said tearfully, choking up as you thought of the narrow escape from the assault.

“You need help?” he asked softly. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

You shut your eyes and shook your head, terrified of letting another person in. Still, the sound of his voice comforted you, its inexplicable familiarity to one that you could never forget filling you with the warmth and comfort you so desperately wanted after such a harrowing encounter with the scum of the earth.

“I guess,” you said quietly, but just enough for him to hear you.

“All right,” he said. “I’m gonna come out real slow. Don’t shoot.”

You lowered your gun just a bit. “I won’t shoot unless I have to.”

“Don’t blame you.”

With that, you saw his face gradually peek out from behind the tree, then his body as he slowly moved forwards, the crossbow lowered and pointing at the moss-covered ground.

He was filthy, raggedy, and covered in blood. Not a good sign, you thought, but at least he had a soft, sympathetic look on his face.

Then you really noticed his face.

It was dark, painted with dirt that had turned darker with sweat. A pair of deep-set blue eyes, narrowed yet gentle, glimmered amidst the grimy skin. His body was recognizable, too, of strong build and with bare, brawny arms exposed by cut-off sleeves that solidified the familiarity of the man.

With widened eyes and lips agape, you lowered the gun completely from the sheer shock of the resemblance. He seemed taken aback, too. His features softened even more and his crossbow was now dangling by his feet.

You knew it was him, it had to have been. Maybe it was some kind of cruel hallucination, but it was certainly him. He was older, of course. You were, too. He was more hardened looking, more visibly worn from age and the life he’d lived, but he was your Daryl.

Sweet, smartass, selfless Daryl Dixon.

“Daryl?” you asked the man.

His lips parted upon hearing your lips match with your voice, the one he swore he recognized, but couldn’t have been you.

Of course, it was, and life seemed to be playing its strange little games once again.

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, and even if he could, he wouldn’t have had any words. All he could do was let his body run towards you, dropping the crossbow as you dropped your gun and raised yourself from the ground to meet him.

“Oh, my god,” you said as you tearfully embraced him. If it’d been anyone else, you couldn’t even bear to touch them after what had happened to you, but it was Daryl, and you’d dreamt of this moment for years. The moment when you’d finally be able to reconnect with him. “You’re here… You’re alive.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your sweet smell. It hadn’t changed. You still had the fragrance of a fresh spring morning, but maybe that was just in his head. Still, it was the sweetest thing he’d ever known, aside from your arms around him, holding him against you.

“(Y/N),” he said. His cries became muffled as he nuzzled further into you. His arms snaked around your back tightly, almost suffocating you, but it was the best you could ever feel while losing your breath.

He let you pull away ever so slightly to look at his face. He felt your fingers delicately grazing over his cheek, but he could only see them out of the corner of his eye. He was too busy getting lost in your glassy, teary eyes.

Just then, it occurred to him that you were the one who was being tormented by those men. He was already infuriated and disgusted by what they were about to do, but knowing it was you made him froth at the mouth.

“They hurt you?” he asked. His eyes scanned your body for injuries.

“No,” you said with a sniffle. “You stopped them before they did anything. I thought… I was trying to find people. I’ve been alone.”

“You’re alone?” he asked, now with his own tears welling up as he took all of you in. “You been out here by yourself?”

You wiped your tears from your cheek and felt his hands rub your back tenderly. “Just a few days. I had a group for a while, but our camp was taken over. Everyone scrambled or died. I’ve been trying to get out of these woods.”

“I got a group,” he said as he wiped a stray hair from your face. He looked at you with so much bewilderment and awe, like he was seeing something far beyond his comprehension. In truth, he couldn’t comprehend it. The only explanation for it was fate, and he didn’t believe in that. At least, before this very moment.

“We have a camp,” he continued. “On this farm, ‘bout two miles east. Got food, shelter, everything.”

You smiled softly through your tears. “Is that an invitation or are you just rubbing it in my face?” you asked.

Of course, it was the former.

He brought you to the farm immediately after, and the people in his group seemed a little on the wary side, but Daryl explained to them that you were his friend from before, that you were all alone and needed a group.

That, and he absolutely refused to send you back out there, especially considering the kind of people were lurking in the woods.

When he butted heads with the man called Shane, who reprimanded him for bringing you there and “putting them all in danger,” he all but knocked the man over for insinuating that you would hurt anyone.

Luckily for you, the rest of the group seemed amicable enough. Still, they decided upon keeping your presence on the farmland a secret from the landowner, Hershel Green, until tensions in the camp were lower.

“I hope my being here isn’t an issue,” you said to Daryl, who wrapped you up in a blanket as you sat by the fire that night. He had his own little setup away from the others. It was typical Daryl, the perpetual introvert who ate lunch by himself back in high school. Though you always joined him when your other friends weren’t teasing you for hanging out with him.

He looked at you as he tossed a few more logs into the fire before sitting himself down next to you. “It ain’t,” he said. “They’ll get used to it. Ain’t havin’ ya out there on your own. Just got you back.”

You smiled sweetly at him, though he quickly turned to face the fire in embarrassment of his statement.

“It’s been so long. We have so much to talk about,” you said. “I’ve missed you.”

The corner of his lip quirked up just a little as he faced you again. “Missed you too,” he said. “Thought… thought I’d see you again, after the night you left.”

You thought back to the last night you saw Daryl, how you promised you’d see him again, and that you would never forget him. The latter was always true, and now the former seemed to be fulfilled after years of your paths never quite crossing.

“I tried to come home,” you said. “Then my parents moved, and I didn’t have a way to come see you. Then I tried calling you… I even wrote you a letter. I don’t think you ever got them.”

“I, uh… I left. Not too long after that first year. Me and Merle… we were up to no good. Probably wouldn’t have wanted to talk ta me back then anyway.”

You scoffed. “Same old Daryl, always selling yourself short. You know, I never did forget about you.” He hoped the orange reflection of the fire distracted from the hot pink blush on his cheeks. “I never met anyone like you since. I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone like you again.”

The heat of the fire was emanating a prickly warmth that ignited his skin, and that combined with your words, just as pure and sweet as those of the girl he once spent all of his time with, provided him with the fervor to tell you what he needed to tell you during all those years of not having you.

“(Y/N),” he said, being sure to pivot his body to face yours. He was going to do this right, earnestly and with the utmost clarity. No beating around the bush, no waiting for something to take you away again, especially not in the world where everything seemed to get taken away at some point. “Do you remember what you said to me that night on the roof?”

You studied his face as if the memory was displayed there as it would be on a projector. “I think so,” you said. “I told you I’d never forget about you, that you’d always be my friend… and… and that I loved you.”

Everything changed, and yet nothing had changed. You still meant every word. Maybe now you realized that the love you felt for him was much deeper and more intimate than what you thought you felt back then, but it was always there, and always would be.

“Well,” he said before clearing his throat, “I gotta tell you somethin’. I tried tellin’ you that next morning, but I was too late.” He looked down at his knees for a moment, contemplating if this was even the right time to tell you, but he couldn’t back down now, not after hyping himself up in his head. “You don’t gotta say anythin’, or feel the same way. I know you had a real, real bad day, and maybe you don’t want me sayin’ this, but I’m afraid… I’m afraid if I don’t somethin’ will happen and I’ll never get to say it.”

“Daryl,” you said, taking his hand in both of yours and resting it on your lap, “tell me. You could say anything right now and I’d be happy just hearing your voice again.”

Deep down, you had a feeling you knew what he was going to say. At least, you hoped he would say it.

“I love you.”

Your heart stopped for a split second, and you swore you could feel the hot blood pumping through your veins. When your heartbeat returned, it pounded in your chest like never before, like your heart had just regained its ability to function properly.

“I mean, more than anythin’,” he continued. “Always have. Just wanted ya to know that. You don’t have to say anything… or do anything.”

No matter how much he wanted you, how much he wanted to hold you and to know that there was no one else you could ever love, he wanted more to make sure you were comfortable, and that you didn’t feel forced to return the sentiment, especially after what you’d gone through.

“Daryl,” you said, squeezing his hand even tighter and scooting closer to him, “I love you too. Not just… not just how I made it seem that night I told you. I really love you. Really, really.”

You’d dated people before. You thought you’d loved people before, though it was never anything like what you felt for Daryl. It just pained you for so long that you couldn’t feel that love again, the love he so obviously had for you when you looked back on your adolescence. That was the only love you ever wanted, and he was the love you were constantly searching for but could never come close to finding. The way you were, it was real. It was always real with him, even if it was never romantic.

“So, now what?” he asked, genuinely not anticipating what he was going to do if you actually admitted to feeling the same way.

What he wanted was to embrace you like he never could before, to kiss you and touch you tenderly, the way he wanted to for so long. With age the urge had only gotten stronger and more intense. With the sudden presence of you back in his life, the beautiful glow of your face that was still so much like how you once were in your youth, but was more womanly and experienced, he just needed you even more in his arms and close to him.

“Kiss me,” you said bluntly.

He looked at you dumbfounded. He didn’t expect that, not at all. “Are ya sure?” he asked with concern in his voice. “I don’t wanna rush you. I know what happened today was… scary.”

You smiled sweetly, with a mist of tears forming above your waterline. He really was your friend, your Daryl, the boy who always put you before him, who wanted you to feel comfortable above all else. “It was,” you said. “But I know you’d never hurt me, or do anything like that. And… and I need your love.”

With a deep breath, you moved closer to him until your chests were touching. The warm, rapid reverberations of his heartbeat aligned perfectly with yours as you caressed his stubbly cheek, then traced your fingers up to his hair. You admired the light, ashy brown strands that seemed so much darker since last you saw him, when he was almost blonde. It must’ve darkened with age, and it suited him well.

“Is this what you want?” you asked him, trying to take into consideration his own desires.

How was he supposed to answer that? He wanted this for more than half of his life.

“Never stopped wanting this,” he said. “Wanting you.” He placed his hands on the sides of your waist to pull you in until your torsos touched in alignment with your chests.

He jutted his neck forward, and you followed suit until the gap between your lips was closed. The first feeling of your lips against his was that of pillowy silkiness, just like he’d imagined. He wasn’t terribly experienced with kissing, having only done it a few times, but your lips slotted so perfectly into his that it didn’t matter how stiff he was at first.

Soon, however, you moved your lips against his slowly and with great tenderness, allowing him to melt into the kiss. His lips softened and he relaxed a bit to let his mouth move naturally with yours. When you opened your lips ever so slightly, he took the opportunity to tongue at the entrance, wettening your lips even more.

Every nook and cranny of your mouth that he caressed with his tongue felt like it’d been touched by angel’s wings, and you nearly tangled your tongue in his when you returned to sentiment, letting your tongue swirl in languid movements around the inside of his mouth until you seemed to lose your breath.

Pulling away incredibly slowly, you continued kissing him, bestowing loving pecks upon his reddened lips. He looked so beautifully blissful when you pulled away enough to look at him, with his eyes still closed softly and his lips parted as if frozen in time, like he wanted to stay in that moment forever.

You lowered your hand from his cheek to his chin and closed his mouth, a movement that caused his hazy eyes to open and his lips to curve into a smile. This time, both corners of his lips rose and heightened those cheekbones you loved so much.

“My wish came true again,” you said. “I made you smile.”

~

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His Little Brat 

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: SMUT, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap the shlong!), Pet name, established relationship, smut, spiting, kink, one ass slap, shocking…

Summary: Dieter has just come back from a stressful day and all you want to do is help him relax through thanks to your secret relationship

Little Comment : Hi everyone, it’s my first fic about Dieter and it’s a short one! I hope yall will like it (if you see any mistakes let me know and I will correct it) and I am sorry for the lack of fic Im a student so I don’t really have the time to write BUT please IF YOU ARE A MINOR Don’t read this chapter! It’s 100% smut!

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You've had quite a long day... Way too long... And the evening will not be your time to rest. 

You've been Dieter's assistant for almost two years now. You've been through almost everything with him: the drugs, the alcohol, the anger, the tantrums, the orgies... And the strangest thing about it all is that just when you thought you'd mentally crack and quit, physically and mentally tired of working with a man who behaves like a teenager. 

But when you wanted to resign and let go of everything that was weighing on your mind for you and the next assistant who might have come after you, Dieter didn't react in the way you thought he would... That evening he sat and watched you talking to him, or rather shouting at him, for long minutes, watching you closely, more than he usually did, when he was watching you walk in front of him or walk out of a room, when he was watching you out of the corner of his eye every time you laughed on the phone with someone else and would have given anything for those laughs to be for him. 

When you finished, almost on the verge of tears that night, he apologized, and asked you to stay, that he would try to change, because he apparently never had such a good assistant and didn't want to get someone who was a klutz. 

He was angry with himself for making you cry so much that night, for pushing you so hard, and you only found out later, but he was only doing it for your time and attention...

You thought about it for most of the night, not knowing that Dieter was doing the same. He'd never seen anyone get so angry at him, or at least to his face... No one really dares to get mad at a celebrity with an Oscar for fear of not getting a job after that. 

He appreciated your tenacity, the way you didn't hesitate to raise your voice to the loudest he'd ever seen you speak, and it even excited him a little at the time...

And so your secret relationship began. Dieter begged you to stay, and you did after thinking about it... He eventually changed his worst habits, but he didn't lose them all, but he tried and it took you a little to heart, and when he got closer and closer to you with every moment you spent together you realised that you liked him maybe a little more than you let on... 

And on one of those other days, when the days of work were too long, he asked you to have dinner... Then he kissed you... And there followed a relationship hidden from the world.

One of those lingering days is another tonight, but Dieter isn't here... not yet... You are waiting for him in his room as you have been doing every night since the filming started, escaping from the sets a little earlier than everyone else to make sure you can't be seen going to his room. On the rare occasions when you can't, he comes to yours and manages not to be seen...

You're about to go to the bathroom when you hear the bedroom door open, revealing an exhausted Dieter from a long day of shooting, eyeliner still shading under his beautiful brown eyes.

"I've run a bath, will you join me Dieter?" you say, smiling tenderly at him, understanding that his body just needs to rest at the moment 

"As much as I'd love to tonight , I don't have an ounce of strength left in me for tonight..." 

You smile at him and walk over to him as you begin to slowly remove that horrible dressing gown he loves so much and let it slide to the floor. 

"That's why I suggest you come and lie down with me in the warm water... Nothing could be more loving..." 

You drop your bathrobe and walk to the bathroom, letting yourself slide into the warm water, comforting every muscle in your body, because your day was rather complicated too.

Dieter soon joined you and you let him settle between your legs, his back against your stomach, his head resting on your chest, his eyes closed as he enjoyed a moment of relaxation with you. 

The two of you don't speak. He just strokes your legs and takes your fingers in his and kisses them tenderly. 

No words are exchanged when you get dressed either, not out of any embarrassment but rather out of simple relaxation. You suddenly feel Dieter naked behind you kissing the back of your neck, running his hand over your stomach

"I thought I heard you say you didn't have the strength..." you say, biting your lips, savouring the kisses he places on your body. 

"I can't resist your naked body..." he whispers into the hollow of your neck.

He placed his words with a tighter grip around your hips, letting you know that he might not have much patience with you tonight. You know his body language well, the way he lightly pushes your body towards the bed, while not letting go of you, keeping his erection pressed against your back. 

You gasp tenderly at every long kiss he takes the time to place on your body, turning you over to let you sit on the bed. 

He pulls away for a few seconds to look at you, thinking you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and kneels by your thighs to continue his quest for stolen kisses on your slightly curvy hips that Dieter enjoys watching move as he pushes into you quickly, accompanied by that, breast he wishes he had in his mouth every moment of his life.

He kissed your crotch, and went up to your lips, to kiss you in a less tender way than what he was giving you until now and repositioned himself between your legs without giving you time to return his kiss. He is impatient… You love it…

You can see his eagerness in the shine of his eyes, the way he kissed your mount and wasted no time in taking your clit into his mouth to suck it while adding a finger to your pussy already soaking wet with excitement after the minimum of teasing there was...

"Already wet for me beautiful?" 

"Not for you..." you tease him with a smile  

He suddenly stops to look at you, not thinking you would go that way tonight, and smiles back

"And for whom?" he asks, playing with the finger inside you, his thumb now running circles on your clitoris. 

You wiggle your hips and keep your eyes on him, knowing full well that he likes it when you look him in the eye, and don't answer, just stick your tongue out at him and laugh. 

Laughter that quickly turned into a groan of disapproval as he pulled his finger away from your pussy to stand up straight in front of you. He stands there staring at you for a long moment without saying anything and you give him a disapproving pout, still admiring his proud penis in front of you. 

Eventually he moves to do something you didn't expect : he quickly turns you over and gets you down on all fours. 

"Don't move," he says, placing a hand on the small of your back.

But you're not in the mood to obey tonight and prefer to give him a splendid view of your ass by rolling it in front of his eyes and you don't see it but he smiles at your impertinence, and can't help but slap your ass, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make sure you'll feel it for a little while tonight. 

You restrain yourself from letting out a soft cry that might satisfy him and bite your lip as you smile and wiggle your buttocks a second time in front of him. 

"You want to play little brat unh..."

"I'm not playing any games, sir," you say, turning slightly and smiling at him.

So far Dieter has been holding back from doing what he wanted to do to you since you gave him that look when he was between your legs, but this lack of discipline and this smile is just a call to action for him and he knows that you know it. 

He grabbed your hips and jerked his cock inside you in one sharp stroke. You let out a scream you're pretty sure half the hotel heard, choking on an intrusion you'll probably never get used to, he is so pleasingly thick...

"That's all you deserve for your behaviour, little brat" 

You gasp with laughter trying to get used to his intrusion and he grab your throat to pull yourself back onto his chest, leaving you no time to savour the feeling even as you struggle to adjust.

"And are you laughing now?" he says, pushing into you with a sharp jerk.

You mewl, shaking your head, and he captures your lips in his, giving you another sharp hip movement that you feel more strongly at a new angle. 

Your moan is muffled by his growl against your lips, and he speeds up his thrusts into you, dryly, painfully making you roll your eyes quite quickly.

"Dieter Please...OH LORD"

You scream, grabbing his hand around your neck as he changes his angle to slap against that magical spot inside you, tightening his grip slightly around your throat.

"Be a good girl and open your mouth," he said, tilting your head towards him, and you obeyed, meowing without hesitation.

He spat into your mouth and you kept your eyes on him as you swallowed, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes and almost gasping for breath as he thrust hard into your hips. 

You might wonder how he manages to keep up this pace, but you can hardly think of anything else but the thrusting of his cock inside you, and every single veins you can feel pressing against your walls...

And it doesn't get any easier for Dieter, who's pretty sure he'll cum in a few seconds if you don't do it first. 

He drops more kisses into the hollow of your neck, letting his second hand leave your hip and move past it to start circling your clit. Your nails dig into his front arm begin for him to let you seak your release. 

"I want you to cum for me beautiful, I need you to cum for me"

You can't answer him but only make little moans of pleasure and let yourself go to the rhythm of his fingers and hips. You scream his name and he quickly puts his hand in front of your mouth to make sure no one hears you say that, waiting for the day when he doesn't have to hide from hearing you scream his name, from seeing you tremble underneath him after he's completely satisfied you as you deserve. 

Dieter watches you cum on his cock, and watches the liquid drip onto the sheets, while he palms your breasts, pressing lightly on the nipples as you like it.  

Dieter doesn't waste much time after you and only gives you two or three more thrusts before you feel a warm liquid pouring into you. He kisses your jaw and nibbles lightly as he likes to do, not letting you fall back onto the bed, the sheets now completely wet from your orgasm.  

He pulls out faster than he would have liked to carry you to the bathroom.

He looks at you completely drained, a smile on your face, cockdumb, he likes to see you like that. 

When he puts you down on the floor and lets you lean against the wall so he can run a bath, he's surprised to see you laughing all of a sudden after so much silence

"So you were tired unh Dieter?" 

He looks at you for a few seconds and laughs back, letting the water run in the tub, taking you in his arms to kiss you more tenderly than he fucked you, his favorite little brat…

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