#ic; maybe this one? {ic quizzes}

[kintsugiscars-archive]

when you get this, post theme songs for your muse! then tag 5 or more people!

standard theme: A Tale of Sea Dragons

battle theme: Warrior’s Vigil

emotion theme: Rhapsody

boss battle theme: Run Free

tagged by: @tsckcyomi​

tagging: steal this from me >:3

#ooc; deep sea {misc ooc} #ic; maybe this one? {ic quizzes} #i love me some orchestral jams #tbh i considered 'no matter what' by atreyu for battle theme #and 'blossoms' by the amazing devil for the emotion theme #but i'm a stickler for rules i make up for myself so i wanted to keep it closer to just like #songs that would Feel Right in game #but please know i have an ENTIRE playlist for lex on spotify

[sim0nril3y]

Seaside

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: You both spend the day down at the seaside Note: Set in 2014 Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), teasing, eating, smutty smut smut, sex, p in v, creampie, canon-typical swearing.

It was a surprisingly nice day, the sun was shining, the sky was completely clear of any clouds and there was even a gentle breeze to keep things cool. Added to the fact that it was a weekend and you didn’t have any plans it seemed like some miracle. Whilst you sat and ate breakfast you mentioned. “Maybe we could go to the seaside?” You suggested and from where Simon was making a tea behind you, he hummed in agreement. Honestly you had expected more resistance but he seemed just fine with the idea.

“Oh, that is exciting.” You giggled happily. “Do you want me to pack some food or should we get something down there?” You quizzed with a pinch in your brow. “Babe, I’m not driving all the way down there without having fish and chips.” He smirked, sipping from his tea. “And ice cream?” You looked up happily. “And ice cream.” He confirmed. “Now, go on. Go get ready.” He coaxed softly watching as you finished your toast in a big bite and then rushed to go get ready.

It didn’t seem to take long. You finally decide on an outfit and then were waiting as Simon approached his keys in hand. “Where’s your jacket?” He asked, his own fleece hung over his arm and arch in his brow. “I won’t need one, Si. It’s a nice day out there.” Gesturing to the window beside you as the sun beamed down. “What about when it gets chilly tonight?” He replied evenly, making a fair comment but not one that you were willing to listen to. There were times when you would do this, act stubborn or rather blatantly ignore his suggestions and typically you would always come around to his way of thinking only after the disaster had happened.

“Simon, I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl.” Then shaking your head and opening the door briskly. “The sooner we get there the sooner we can soak up the sun.” A tired sigh left his lips watching as you walk away from him. “Fine.” He huffed, closing the door and locking it behind him. It was your mistake to make.

The drive down wasn’t too long, but it seemed like everyone had the same idea of heading down to the beach. It was like a fight for a parking and earned the glares of several families when he finally slotted into a space. “Oi.” He growled as you were about to climb from the car. “Look here…” He took your face in hand and took some time applying sun cream to your face, taking his time massaging it into your skin. “I get the feeling you just like putting cream on my face~” You purred which earned you a look of caution.

“We only just got here.” Simon’s voice was even and he saw that cheeky smile that pressed to your lips. “Behave yourself or I’ll drive you home.” He commanded and you laughed and nodded. “Promise~” Then leaning forward to kiss him and he smirked. “You smell like a holiday.” He noted, it was a pleasant smell, one that he wanted to savour for a moment longer before climbing from the car and announcing. “It’s never too early for ice cream, is it?”

It turned out that it really was never too early for ice cream, the two of you took a couple cones down to the stony beach and sat down watching the ocean. Even on a roasting day like this the water would be shockingly cold and still there were people playing in it. You smiled happily as you watched them before turning your attention to Simon, eyeing his frozen treat and he huffed as he held it in your direction to take a lick. “Mmm…” Then holding out your own for him to taste too. “That’s nice, babe.” He approved softy.

A loud calling of music and flashing lights drew you both over to the arcades next. They were crammed with kids and adults lining up to play the penny machines, claw machines, shooting games and anything else that was hidden in there. You even convinced Simon to toss a couple pennies into the machine, whilst you exchanged almost all the change in your purse to win a plastic ring and a lollipop.

Proudly you kept holding your hand out for Simon to observe it. A smirk played on his lips as he observed it for a moment and then said. “Very nice… you put about £5 into that machine to get a 50p bit of junk from it.” “Ah-ah. I won this junk.” You corrected with a big grin playing on your lips. “More than you won, Si~” You teased and this caused him to smirk before pulling you into his side and continuing to walk through the arcade before hearing the roar of laughter and cheering.

The two of you glanced over to see a group of lads gathered around the punching machine, a bag swung down and you would test your strength by hitting it as hard as you could. They were clearly trying to beat the record that was into the high 800s. “Bet you could beat that.” You coaxed softly, hand caressing the strong ink-covered bicep. You both observed for a moment before the group grew bored with not being able to beat it and the second it was free you rushed towards it and placed a few stray coins into it. “You go first.” Simon smirked taking a step back and watching you curl your fist. “Ay…” He caught your wrist before you could swing. “You’ll hurt your hand like that… like this…” He fixed your fist and then stepped back. “Go on. Hard as you can.”

You threw a punch and laughed as you watched the numbers fly up. “Ow~” You shook your hand from the impact Simon gently held it and brought it up to his lips to kiss softly. “Not bad, you know.” He nodded at the numbers that flashed on the screen, proudly announcing your score which didn’t beat the record. “Now, out the way…” He struck your rear in a firm slap. “Let me show you how it’s done.” Pressing the button, the ball swung down again and Simon eyed it for a moment.

His punch was loud, making the ball bang loudly as it swung back. You laughed and watched as the numbers rapidly climbed and climbed. A squeal of delight found your throat as the record was beat and then some. The text of the screen flash proudly the new record way into the 1000s. “You did it!” You squeaked and rushed towards him. Simon laughed collecting you into his arms as if a prize he’d just won. “I’m so impressed.” “You should be.” He laughed and held you close for a moment longer and then settling you back onto your feet.

“Well, you’ll really impress me if you can win me something from that machine…” You pointed over to the claw machine and he huffed. “Fine. But you’re paying.” He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead and then stalked over.

As the sun was setting Simon brought the two of you fish and chips, you sat happily munching away with the stuffed toy he had won from the claw machine between your legs. A cold shiver ran down your entire frame then. Now that the sun had set a cold breeze was setting in. From beside you Simon observed the way your skin prickled and your shoulders shook softly from the chill.

“Bloody hell…” Simon knew that you’d be too stubborn to speak up and instead of fighting you on it just removed his fleece and handed it on your direction. “Here… before you get hypothermia.” You were quick to climb into the warmth of his fleece, enjoying that way that it smelt of his strong cologne and just of him. “Thanks.” You mumbled softly as you continued eating your chips.

You knew the comment was coming and simply smiled when he said. “Told you to bring a jumper.” Then glancing in your direction. “Just knew that you’d get cold.” A giggle slipped from your lips. “You’re always bloody cold. Like being next to an icicle at night, one that puts their bloody cold feet on you.” It would always rile him up when he was just dropping off to sleep and your cold feet you find their way onto his body. It was jolt him right back awake. “S’not funny.” He grumbled as you giggled and leaned into his side.

“I am always cold and I’m so lucky to have someone so warm and caring to snuggle up to.” You giggled and glanced up at him. “Besides, I knew a really good way of warming up~” There was that same playful lilt to you voice which let Simon know he was in trouble. “How much space do you think there is in the back of the car…” Simon smirked and responded. “Why don’t we find out?”

Night had drawn over completely and the car park was practically empty as you bounced on his rigid cock, from this angle you were hitting all the right spot, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every slam down against his lap, whimpering and mewling into his throat as Simon clasped desperately at your waist. “C’mon pretty girl…” Those strong hands clawed hard to slam you down filthily onto his cock. “S’fuckin’ tight… Fuckinghell…” Simon’s voice was practically a growl as his fingers dug into your soft flesh.

By now your thighs were burning, but you didn’t care. It was a perfect ending to this amazing day. The two of you wouldn’t have been able to survive the journey home and besides now you would avoid the traffic.

“S’close, Simon~” You cried softly, burying your face into his throat. “S’fuckin’ deep… Ohgod… C-can I… can… I please…” “Yes, baby.” He confirmed, his hand disappearing between your body so his thumb could rub your swollen clit so softly before grunting as he felt your body swiftly fall over the edge, walls pulsing and body shuddering hard in his grip, even as you body tried to lock tight his hands continued to use your body, bouncing you and extending your pleasure as much as he could. “Goodgirl… good girl… give me everything, babe… goodgirl… Such a pretty girl when you cum…” He praised in your ear causing you to mewl and moan sweetly. “My sweet little thing… cumming of my fuckin’ cock… makin’ such a mess… goodgirl…” He coaxed his hand down your back soothingly.

There were little noises of effort as you continued to bounce on his cock and Simon smiled at how beautiful you looked. “Need your cum…” You whispered breathlessly, using what little effort you had left in your body to try and milk some from him. “Yeah, you need it?” Simon grunted out, glancing down between your bodies to watch his cock disappearing into your tight hole over and over again. “Need it…” You whined, gripping at his shoulders and pressing down harder. “Use me… Give it to me…” You whimpered leaning in to kiss him. “Please~”

He took that as permission to grip at your hips and begin to slam you down recklessly on his cock, using your sweet body for all his pleasure. “Feel… fuckin’ good, babe… won’t last… long…” He warned and sticking true to his words only lasted a few moments before beginning to shoot his seed into your accepting walls, pulling your frame close so he could hold you as he exploded inside. “F-fuck…” He grumbled, seating you fully on his lap and panting against your throat. “Fuck… that was… fuck…” He chuckled lowly. “You’re perfect~”

“So are you~” You giggled into his throat and he stroked his hands slowly up your back, soothing you sensually. “Let me… just stay here for a bit longer and then… then I’ll drive us home~” Turning his head he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Just rest, love.”

Masterlist | Ask | 23-09-2023

#simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader #ghost x oc #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #simon riley imagine #simon riley smut #simon riley x y/n #ghost smut #ghost x y/n #ghost x you

[melinoelliones]

After Hours | Meliodas X Fem Reader

You had just stumbled into the Boar Hat after hours, but I bet the bartender can fix you up a little something.

2.5K Words

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, filling up, masterbation, slight breath play, tears, praise

HI HI! Back with the smut hehe, sorry this was SUPER LATE. I hope the Meliodas lovers enjoy mwah mwah. I just wanna note that...

1. This is selfshippy, reader is a princess of Liones (not Elizabeth). Not beta read.

2. I tried to make sure it was similar to canon Meliodas but I think I may have slipped up a bit. I read it over in his voice so it’s not like SUPER off. We may interpret him differently.

3. I am a NEW WRITER so this may be written weird I APOLOGISE!!

SO ANYWAYS..... have fun

“SORRY GUYS THE BOAR HATS CLOSED, COME BACK TOMORROW”, a familiar voice called out from the bar, their back facing you as they continued polishing glasses.

You had just made your way over from your father, King Batra’s party he had thrown for the Sins as a thank you for another successful mission to protect Liones. Usually you’d just stay home in the palace with your sisters and the others or atleast until it was over, however Meliodas had decided to keep the Boar Hat open and stay there, so you thought, why not surprise him and keep him company?

You sneakily strolled through the tavern, taking a seat at the bar without a word. “I said the Boar Hat is clos~ ah well hello there beautiful” Meliodas gave you a smug grin, peering behind to see you sat across from him. 

“Space for one more?” you pouted, your puppy dog eyes were almost impossible for him to resist, “bars closed im afraid….. But I'm sure I can fix you up something real quick”, he caved, flashing you a quick wink before turning back to the alcohol.

Meliodas may have been a terrible cook, horrendous cook even but he could make a killer drink with absolutely anything, he also knew your taste palette particularly well and had yet to fail at coming up with a concoction you’d enjoy. And who could turn down a free drink?

You watched as the captain shook up up a drink for you, showing off along the way with a few bottle flips and tricks, “like what you see?” he joked as you rolled your eyes, attempting to hide your laughter. He was quite the show off sometimes but you adored every last second of it every time.

Placing a single kiss on the rim of the glass, the barkeep slid the dark coloured beverage in front of you. As you took a sip from the spot he kissed you hummed in glee, “oooo it's actually really good, maybe the best one so far”.

 “Aye, what kind of barkeep would I be if I couldn’t make my girl the perfect drink huh?” he shrugged, making his way out the bar over to the stools you were sat at.

As you continued to down your glass Meliodas quizzed you on your antics prior to coming over, you answered blindly, blissfully unaware that the man was now directly behind you, your back flush against his chest.

“I did miss you though, there was no chance that I’d stay in the palace till the end when I could come see you” you smiled sweetly to yourself, swirling the left over ice cubes. 

“Is that right, what did you miss about me hmm?” he mumbled against your neck, a wave of chills rushing through your body as you realised how close the guy now was to you. A pair of hands roamed freely across your chest, your tight fitted shirt making it easy for them to feel up every inch of it.

“I m~missed your erm jokes”

“Mmhmm what else?” he questioned, slithering one hand down from your chest to your lower stomach, lifting up your skirt in the process. Before you could muster up a response Meliodas ran his fingers along your slit before creating small circles on your clit, the friction from your underwear across it making you yearn for more. 

“Hey hey, I asked you a question didn’t I? What else did you miss about me tonight?” he teased, increasing the pressure on your sensitive clit as you cursed beneath your breath.

As you pondered for a second, Meliodas inched your newly damp underwear to the side, sliding your lips apart to reveal how wet you already were. “Well would you look at that” he smirked, using your own precum to ease two fingers into you, “you’re already drenched for me, I haven’t even started yet”. 

You yelped softly as he re-asked you the question that had completely slipped your mind, “Go on princess, you missed…..?”. 

” I~er missed your umm company?” you winced, lost for answers as he pushed his digits knuckles deep into your soaking cunt before curling them to find the sensitive patch. Your body naturally twitched as he found it, letting him know exactly what to pay attention to.

You melt into his touch, hips rocking into his fingers as he sped up, his palm pressing against your semi-swollen bud adding to the pleasure. 

The guy allowed his free hand to make work of your neglected breasts, skimming it under your form-fitted shirt as he kneaded your already hard nipples between his fingers, “Is that right? Did you miss this too? Me feeling you up?”. 

You could feel the blood rushing to your lower stomach as he focused on the growing spot inside of you, your hips rolling into his fingers, your moans soft but sloppy due to the overload of stimulation, “Meliodas p~please I-” 

“I know I know” he smirked, trailing a few small kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Hold your breath for me okay?”

Doing as told you took in a small breath, the barman deepened the curls of his fingers whilst the other hand twisted your nipples as you squirmed. You clung to your seat, the sound of him sliding in and out of you like music to his ears, “And out” he commanded.

The heat in your stomach was at its peak, you tried to steady your breathing as you could feel yourself reaching the end, “could ya hold your breath again love”. 

Taking in another breath you threw your head back against his chest “now cum for me, right here on this stool” he urged, scissoring his digits deeper inside you, his palm swiping against your clit harshly, your muffled whimpers and whines keeping him going. 

Your body twisted and turned in the stool as you came, coating his fingers completely as your thighs squeezed together around the guy's hand, yet he kept his pace allowing you to long out every second of your peak. Your chest tightened slightly as you remembered you were holding your breath, “You can breathe now my love” Meliodas chuckled.

Your breathless body fell back against him whilst you caught your breath, his warmth calming you down as he slid out his fingers, “well would you look at that, you did so well. Why dontcha clean these off for me too?” he asked, you could almost hear the smirk on his face as he showed you his fingers, they were almost dripping in your release.

In between breaths you rolled out your tongue, allowing him to slip them into your mouth, “that’s it” he cooed watching you suck yourself off them, your tongue weaving along them taking it all in before he pulled them away. He wanted to be the first to taste your sweet juices but you just looked too perfect with his fingers in your mouth.

You guys stayed as you were for what felt like a few minutes whilst you cooled off, he gave you nothing but sweet kisses before helping you off the bar stool. The alcohol conveniently started to take effect as you hit the ground, your cheeks burning up as you bent yourself over one of the tables in front of you.

Meliodas crept up behind you as you left your exposed ass in the air, your underwear completely doused and on display. You felt his clothed lower half meet yours, his needy cock poking through the layers of fabric separating you both. 

Trailing a hand up your trembling thigh he sniggered, “so was that all you missed? Or did you miss my cock in that pretty little cunt of yours hmm?”. 

You nodded, grinding back on it as he groaned, he needed to be in you so bad, fucking you sensless over this table, but he had to hold out. “I need you to say it, tell me what the princess wants” he huffed, feeling himself growing against your soiled underwear which was now seeping through his own pants.

“P~Please Meli I need you, please fuck me” 

“That's what I like to hear, such a needy princess” he cooed, taking in the sopping sight before him as he slipped your panties down to your ankles. “I’ll fill you up real good okay?” he reassured you whilst sliding down the band of his trousers, you watched as he freed his throbbing cock, biting your lip as you knew what was coming.

He may have been a small guy height wise but he wasn’t lacking in that area by any means, the girth alone always took you by surprise, wondering how your body always managed to accommodate such a thing.

Planting a firm hand on your hip he eased you back, gliding his cock along your slick folds before sliding the tip in. “F~fuck” was all he managed to get out as you inhaled sharply, clawing at the wooden table beneath you, the sheer size of him pushing out all the breath from your body.

“Cmon, you can take it” he assured you, pulling you back onto him, planting himself fully inside you, your walls slowly trying to adjust to it.

“Y~You’re so fucking tight, and so warm” he trembled as you conformed to his size.

You felt the barmans calloused hand travel up the curve of your back to your neck, then across to your jawline. With a slight tug he pulled your head, your needy eyes meeting his as your back arched completely. He placed a single peck on your forgotten lips before helping you back onto the table, “You’re doing so good for me”.

Setting his hands back onto your bare hips he pulled out almost completely before shoving himself back in, making sure to bottom out inside, “s~so big” was all you managed to choke out as he hit your sensitive spot with pure force.

He continued to drive himself in and out of your cunt, each motion being more intense than the last, making sure to hit your sweet spot every time. He knew you both wouldn’t last very long but he was determined to make the most of what y'all had. Hearing your little squeals each time he crashed into you making him crave your words. 

“I wanna hear your voice, I need to hear how good I make you feel” Meliodas panted continuing his strides, his balls swiping your swollen bud with each one, he wanted nothing more than for your moans to ring though the empty tavern. 

“Oh fuck, FUCK baby please, don’t stop” you desperately cried out as he spanked you, it was almost as if that brought your voice back. The sting adding to the intense wave of pain and pleasure swirling around inside your body, he felt so good but it hurt so bad. 

“That's what I wanna hear, cmon now, I wonder how the King would feel knowing that his daughter likes to be fucked like a common whore over a bar table by a little ole Bartender”

“Oh, did you like that? You like being called a whore while I fuck you like this, how unladylike” he grinned as he felt you close around him, so much so that he let out his own moan followed by a few curses. 

As you attempted to lift yourself off the table you caught a glimpse of your reflections in the fogged up window, a familiar dark purple mark drawing in your full attention. The man fucking you was no longer your sweet little barkeep, this was the Demon King's first son in all his glory. 

You now understood why he was being so vulgar and rough, it's not as if you didn’t love this but you were surprised that your neediness would result in him letting his demon side show.

“See what you do to me? I can’t even keep myself in human form” he sighed jokingly spanking you a second time, watching as a dark red hand mark slowly pulled itself to the surface of your ass whilst you let out all types of profanities.

You could feel you were at your limit, the scales were at a tipping point and you knew it would spill over any second. 

“Meli, I’m s~so close”, you choked out between strokes, your walls closing in on his piece as your body gave in.

“Go on, cum on this cock”

That was all the motivation you needed to hear, you felt Meliodas grab one side of the table as you came, your walls tightening causing a temporary halt to his movements, “that's it, paint my cock white”.

Meliodas longed out his thrusts to allow you to enjoy your orgasm, your pussy creaming around him coating his shaft completely. 

Before you had time to catch your breath Meliodas plunged into your sensitive core, your knees buckling ever so slightly trying to regain some strength, “cmon you can hold out for me”.

Tears trickled down your heated cheeks as the guy rutted into you mercilessly, all thoughts and words vanishing with each thrust leaving you a whining mess. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good” he grunted, giving you all the praise you deserved. 

Only you could treat him like this, the only one who ever made him feel this good, he was in a trance when in you.

His cock twitched inside of you as his grunts filled out the room, he was almost at his breaking point and you knew it. “I c~can’t Meliod-”, “uh uh uh, yes you can”, he hushed you, knowing your tired body would give way at some point.

After a few more clashes with your sweet spot he came, smearing your sore walls with his seed as you constricted around him once again, milking his cock clean into your aching cunt. 

The warm liquid was being plugged in by him before he lazily pulled out, “you took everything out of me, good girl”.

You panted as you felt both of your releases ooze out and down your inner thigh, Meli just stood back enjoying watching your body naturally push it out while fixing his pants. 

“F~Fuck you look so hot like that, maybe I should fill you up more often. Could be a bit risky though” he joked, using his forefingers to push it back into you.

Meliodas slipped you into his arms from the table, not letting you use any of the little energy you had left in you to move, leaving your underwear at the table's base. 

He watched as your tear stained cheeks hit his chest, your eyes struggling to stay open, but you did manage to notice that he was back to his regular self.

“S~Sorry about the mess” you yawned, knowing that everyone would be arriving back to the Boar Hat soon, “Don’t worry about that, let's just get you to bed”, he whispered, planting a simple kiss on your forehead.

 His only priority was you, and he knew as long as you were taken care of, everything was fine. He couldn’t care less about the others, so much so that he had failed to mention to you that he may or may not have seen a few sin shaped shadows on the other side of the tavern door moments before you came. But that story would be for another day.

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[peterparkouryo]

rebound ii | ✧.*

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prompt; After Peter ends your relationship after admitting to being in love with someone else, you're a mess and very very miserable.

warnings: semi heavy angst, fluff if you squint

word count: 4.7k

part one part three

It's been four days since your birthday, and your break up with Peter. 

You were sad, no you were miserable since that day and you cried every chance you got. It's not because it was on your birthday, if it was any other day you'd probably be just as worst.

Today was Monday, which meant today was also another dreadful, long and dragging, boring day of school. You'd rather be in your bed, eating ice cream as you cried watching a rom-com that was just as bad as your life.

When you got to school, you went straight to your locker, put your things inside and got all needed accessories for your upcoming class. The first class you needed to be at was social studies, which thankfully didn't have him in it, just your friend Betty and his friend Ned.

"Hey, Happy belated birthday!" Betty quickly exclaims the moment you walk into the class room, a couple students glancing at you or her in curiosity.

You send a grateful and albeit, weak smile as you slowly but surely make your way to your assigned seat which just so happens to be right next to her.

"Thanks." You softly mumble just as you sit next to her, the blonde haired girl excitedly turning towards you with too much anticipation.

"So, how was your birthday?" She asked.

"Also, sorry I couldn't be there." Betty quickly added before you could answer.

You wanted to tell her that it was fine, that you enjoyed your birthday with just you and your mom but the last final hour of your birthday was truly the worst part of that whole 24 hour day.

"It's fine, umm, I guess it was okay." You tell her, leaving out the very heartbreaking details you so badly wanted to tell her.

"Did Peter shower you in presents? Did he take you on a date!?" Ohh, did he give you that necklace that you've been ogling for the past few months?" Betty asked, question after question.

Now, you had no other choice but to tell her, and quite frankly, you did not want that to be the agenda for the day, but curse Betty and her curious, bubbly personality.

"Actually, we broke up." You tell it how it is, not sparing to glance at her bewildered expression.

"Broke up?" She repeated in disbelief. 

You hum in response, digging into your backpack next to you and pulling out your notebook to jot down the notes on the board, completely trying to block out Betty and her confusion.

"When?" Betty quizzed, her eyes switching back and fourth from your notebook and your side profile.

"He broke up with me, on my birthday." You tell her, looking back down to your notebook, now scribbling nonsense.

Before she could even respond, you continue.

"Apparently, he was in love with Michelle, you know the girl from our math class? The whole entire time. Well, I don't exactly know when he fell in love with her, but it certainly was during our relationship." You rambled, holding back the frustration and tears that threatened to break through.

days you've been going through for the past few days. You still think it's your fault for why Peter broke up with you, he probably found you boring and you didn't give him the attention he needed, which is why you strongly believe he fell for someone much better than you.

You didn't hate Michelle, you actually genuinely liked the brown curly haired girl, she was quiet and observant and super smart, so you can see why Peter liked her a lot. She could also be dark at times from what you remember, and sure it confused you of how and why Peter liked that but maybe you didn't know your ex as well as you thought.

"Y/N, I am so sorry." Betty said, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder, which you didn't shrug off because you honestly needed some sort of comfort from the past few days.

"It's nothing, I'll be fine." You lied, turning your attention away from her to look at the board once again as the teacher finally decided to teach the class.

--

It was finally lunch time, and normally you'd sit with Peter and Ned, but that was a no go. Well, it would've been a no go if the other tables weren't full and if Ned hadn't invited you to sit next to him. And who were you to decline an invitation from the nicest boy ever?

So, you made your way to the table that was made for awkward moments, only seeing Ned sit there happily eating his lunch.

"Oh, hi Y/N." Ned greeted you just as you sat directly across from him with your lunch tray in hand.

"Hey." You greeted back, showing a smile.

You knew you were going to regret sitting here, given the fact that Peter is bound to sit here as well and there's no doubt that Michelle would be sitting here also, but you tried to ignore that initiated gut feeling and focus on anything and everything else.

Maybe if Peter saw that you were trying to move on, he'd believe that you did, though all of that is complete and utter bullshit.

"So, you know how in our science class we have that upcoming project about disparities?" You hear Ned's voice ask, glancing at him just in time as he shoves a salty fry into his mouth.

You nod, playing with your food instead, the anxiety slowly creeping into your body.

"Well, I was thinking since you and uhh...you know what never mind. Do you want to be my partner?" Ned questioned quickly, eyes filled with hope.

"Are you only asking me because I'm the smartest in that class?" You tease, narrowing your eyes at him in amusement.

Ned lets out a whole-heartedly chuckle, but before he could joke back a voice you very much expected interrupts you both.

"Sorry, the lunch line was really long..." Peter says defeatedly, tossing his friend a bag of chips  as he sat down next to him.

Okay, so maybe you should've declined Ned's offer, but he was sort of your friend and you didn't have lunch with Betty anymore, plus sitting alone would probably be just as miserable as sitting here with your ex, who was in love with someone else.

You're sure you hear Ned respond to Peter's apology, but you're not quite too sure since your brain and ears are filled with anxiety, your head feeling fuzzy at Peter's presence. You could sometimes occasionally feel Peter's glances, probably curious as to why you're sitting here, but you wanted to make a point that you're over him and you didn't sit here because you cared about him still (which was a lie), but because Ned invited you and he was your sort of friend.

"Michelle's in the library today, since she's not really a people's person." Peter informed Ned after his question as of where the brown curly haired girl was.

You were thankful for that, you didn't think you could handle much more of misery.

You're not one hundred precent sure if they're dating now, but if they are you failed to notice, and maybe Peter is just deciding to take things slow since the boy did just get out of a relationship, with you.

The boys continue to make small talk, you ate in silence, or played with your food in silence until the lunch period was over.

And as soon as the bell rung, you hurriedly got up from the table, threw away your lunch and made a bee-line for the cafeteria doors, shoving and squeezing your way through the herd of students.

You sighed in relief as you made it into the hallway, holding a hand to your chest, almost, just almost crying right then and there but you remembered that you were in public, and at school too.

Just as the students that once littered the busy hallway made their ways to the next class that they had, you heard your name being called in the now shallow hallway.

You turn around hesitantly since you already know that voice all too well.

It wasn't Peter, but Michelle, coming from the library doors.

You always knew somehow god wasn't on your side.

"Hey, uh..." The girl started as soon as she approached you, a clad of books stuffed in her right arm.

"Hey.." You mumbled awkwardly, sparing glances at a few students who walked by to get to their next class.

Michelle was as awkward as you were, it was very obvious in the way that the tension around you surfaced rather quickly. You both knew why, it was an unsaid understanding.

"I think I owe you an apology." Michelle states, her eyes never leaving your face as you slowly trailed yours to look into hers.

"For what?" You dumbly ask.

You knew why, you just needed to hear her say it.

"I never meant for Peter to fall in love with me, and to hurt you. I honestly didn't think you two were a thing until a week ago." She admitted, and you could sense how nervous her voice was with that confession.

 You knew you had a reason not to hate her, she was just as confused as you.

"It's fine, really." You lie, showing a rather obvious fake smile.

"No, no, it's not. I know he broke up with you on your birthday which is a really shitty thing to do, and I also know that it's not fine. If I could take back his feelings for me and give them to you, I would." Michelle concluded, her aura anything but foulness.

It was really reassuring knowing that the girl felt guilty for your now ex's feelings for her, her showing you the unexpected sympathy, something you thought would be the last thing you would receive from her.

But it was always really confusing how if she has feelings for Peter as well, why feel sorry for you? You did want him to be happy, and if it wasn't with you, so be it. You didn't want to be the reason Peter's unhappiness wasn't fulfilled.

"Michelle, listen." You started, standing up straight to look at her.

"I may be going through a lot with this, but I don't want to be the reason Peter is unhappy. That's the last thing I ever want for him. So, if he wants to be with you..." You trailed off with a shrug, hoping she understood where you were going with this.

Instead of answering the girl just stares at you, her eyes confused, as well as her facial expression, the features slowly falling into a more understanding expression, something you wanted her to see.

"Are you sure? I didn't want to get in the way of any unsaid closure..." She says, pressing her lips into a straight line.

Closure. The word only used to resolve problems. You didn't think breaking up with Peter needed closure.

"Oh, right...closure. I guess we do need to talk." You sigh.

"I would before he decides anything else. I mean that is if you're ready, it's only been four days." Michelle tells you, pushing up her books more into her arm as they were slipping.

You knew she was right, you did say yourself you wanted Peter to be happy, even if it was in a short amount of time.

"I'll just text him and ask him to meet me in the library after school." You tell her, hearing the bell ring, signalling the final warning to get to class.

"Good idea, tell me what he says." Michelle says with a nod before walking past you, mumbling a soft 'bye', and you too decide to make your way to your next period.

--

You unfortunately kept true to your word to Michelle, and as soon as your last period was over you texted the last person you wanted to see, asking him if you two could talk and to meet in the library after school.

It only took him maybe five or six minutes to respond, saying a quick 'okay'.

So here you were, really nervous, scared, maybe even sad for obvious reasons, waiting at a table that was way in the back of the library, not wanting to be disturbed by any teachers or students that lingered around in the book filled room.

You silently played with your fingers, your entire body on fire with anxiety. You sort of wished he would hurry up so it can get over and done with.

To be quite honest, it reminds you of the time he admitted to having a crush on you. You both were nervous for two totally different reasons. You, being nervous because you thought he was going to tell you he didn't want to be your friend anymore (and rightfully so because of how he was acting during that time), and him, because he of course liked you.

Any oncoming thoughts were caught short as your gaze was met with a familiar head set of curls, and compelling brown eyes coming your way, in a dazed state.

"Sorry, I uh...was busy." Peter mumbled, setting his backpack (the third one you saw that week), onto the library floor next to the seat he pulled out to sit down at.

"It's fine." You shrugged off, your hands now in your lap, keeping your distance, something you hope he didn't notice.

"So, what is it you wanted to talk about?" He asked, looking at you expectingly.

It took a lot of will power to keep your composure.

"Well, I talked to Michelle.." You trailed off, watching his every movement, seeing his pupils dilate just tiny bit.

"Oh?" Peter questioned, slightly biting his lip nervously.

"Yeah, she said we needed some sort of closure before you decide to get into a relationship to her." You told him, looking down at your fiddling hands in your lap.

Peter took notice of how truly nervous you were, and he couldn't help but feel bad, knowing he was the main reason for this.

He also noticed the lack of sleep, due to the much obvious under bags in your eyes, something he had a feeling also had to do with him.

"Right, closure." Peter nodded, clearing his throat.

There were a load of questions you had for him, many that probably would help you better understand how, when and why he fell out of love with you the moment he spent more time with Michelle.

His distance from you during the upcoming end of your relationship put you in a spiral of thoughts, the kind of thoughts that kept you up at night. It also didn't help that you were already an over thinker and the thought of messing up your relationship with Peter always scared you.

Most people would say that dreams come true not nightmares. It wounded you more than anything that you biggest fear did in fact come true.

You didn't really care if he was going to end up dating Michelle, it was bound to happen anyway. You just wanted to know the when and why. You wanted to know what you lacked during that time so in future relationships, you'd be able to avoid it.

"Before we talk, I, um, bought you this." You hear Peter say, the boy reaching inside of his backpack, digging in it before retreating it with an item, holding it toward you.

You reluctantly look up from where your eyes were practically trained on your lap, your hands still shyly there.

It was a small box decorated in your favourite colour, purple.

"What's this?" You curiously asked, taking it from his expecting hand.

"Just a late birthday gift." Peter shrugged, obviously not aware of just how inappropriate and inconvenient his timing was.

"Oh." Was all you said before stuffing it in your pocket.

You'd open it later.

As the day went on, the awkward tension build up, rarely anyone now was in the library, a few ongoing studiers, parents with their kids, or just advocate readers. You wanted some sort of miracle to happen so you wouldn't have to go through this uncomfortable situation.

It was clear neither of you knew how to start this conversation. You had no idea what to say or how to approach the topic of the closure you needed.

You couldn't tell if Peter noticed how miserable your appearance was, both mentally and physically, but you knew he must have known somehow.

"I'm really sorry I broke up with you on your birthday, had I known...I'd probably would've waited." Peter finally speaks up, with a heavy lump down his throat.

Your hands bare on the table as you shuffle in your seat, preparing on a proper response.

The thought of Peter going to break up with your regardless if it was your birthday or not makes your heart feel heavy with a forlorn weight.

"It's, I, it's okay, I guess." You murmur, blinking rapidly for effect.

Another silence settled, and this time you did nothing (like you were before) to speak up and stop it. You thought the more quiet, the less talking and you wouldn't get hurt anymore if either one of you even tried to utter a word.

"I know I hurt you," The boy started, and you look up, waiting for him to continue. "But, I can't say that I, you know what, never mind." Peter waves off, struggling to find the write words.

"And you're barely saying anything makes this a lot harder than it should be Y/N." He says in defeat, reaching out to clasp his hands onto yours.

There was nothing on your end, nothing to be said, nothing you wanted to say. Though you needed closure, you really had no idea what to say. How do you tell someone that you clearly still had feelings for that you love him?

Peter of course, had no idea you even loved him, he of course knew you probably still harboured feelings for him, but he didn't know you had stronger deeper feelings for him. Had the boy not broken up with you on your birthday, you probably would slipped the L word, which probably wouldn't make anything better if you're being honest.

"I'm sorry, I just....don't know what to say." You admit, the warmth of his skin on top of yours sending a wave of shivers from your arms through your entire body.

"Start by telling me how you feel." Peter suggested, and that might not had been the brightest of ideas.

You felt like shit. There hadn't been a day that went by after your dreadful birthday where you didn't.

You squint your eyes at him, slowly removing your hands from his grasp.

"I feel like shit." You tell him, giving the boy a timid look, watching him nod slowly in understanding.

"Right, probably should've guessed that." Peter said shyly, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Sorry." He adds on.

"You say that a lot, but do you actually mean it?" You ask him quietly, watching his pupils dilate at your request.

"'Course I do!" Peter almost exclaims, his eyes now wide.

"I-, listen I know I hurt you bad, but the last thing I want is for you to hate me." He stated, pouting slightly.

You didn't hate him, and you think that's even worse.

"I don't hate you, don't think I ever can." You say, pressing your lips together.

It'd probably be a good thing to tell him you loved him, but you were in public and it would hurt even worst if he neglected your love (which would most likely happen) in such a public area.

Maybe you should wait till later, or just honestly get it over and done with, the sooner the better, you thought.

"If I'm being honest Peter, I think-" You begin, your heart pounding wildly against your chest. Your head screaming at you not to do it, but when have you ever listened to your head instead of your heart?

"I think I love you." You whisper at your quietest volume, and hopefully god was on your side,. Hoping maybe Peter didn't hear it, but you lacked the knowledge of knowing Peter's secret abilities.

Either time froze or Peter was stuck in place for whatever reason (you were sure you knew) it was. Things seemed to have frozen around you, the people you were once aware of now gone, just you and your ex in this moment. And was it such a vulnerable one.

You watch as the boy's mouth fell open and closed, trying to conjure up something, anything to say at your sudden confession.

Your heart fell deeper into your stomach as the silence grew, you wished this time it wasn't so evident, the lack of ventilate from him bothering your head.

After a two minutes of silence Peter quickly gets up from his seat, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder almost clumsily.

"I-, I havetogo, sorry." The boy swiftly says, stumbling over his words before nearly tripping over a few chairs.

You figured this wouldn't happen, which might have been ten times worst than him actually saying something in return.

--

You had wiped the falling tears from your face, the mirror in front of you mocking your actions, but no matter what, the wet substance from your eyes would still fall down a lot heavier.

You sniffled before exiting the bathroom, making a beeline to your bedroom, closing the door and cuddling up into the bed.

After your conversation (if you'd even call it that) with Peter at the library, the minute you got home, you were hit with a wave of saddness. You cried more than you did on your birthday, and now you wish you hadn't told your ex boyfriend you loved him, didn't matter anyway.

You were grateful your mom had a late shift tonight, you couldn't bare the thought of her seeing you at your worst, questioning why you were the way you were. You lacked to even tell the woman you and Peter were no longer dating. You figured you'd wait a few weeks then drop the bomb on her, hopefully she'd spare Peter, but given her personality, you truly doubt it.

The crying hadn't really stopped, so when your face hit your soft pillows and more tears that got more intense as the night went on, you weren't all that surprised.

What did surprised you was the obsessive knocking at your bedroom window.

You didn't bother to wipe your tears when you sat up from your bed, aiming your direction at the window, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion when you saw your neighbourhood superhero instead of some sort of bird.

"Spider-Man?" You questioned bewilderedly as you approach your bedroom window, opening it from its handle.

You knew of him from the news, and it was really shocking to you that him of all people were here at your window at something at night for whatever the reason was.

"What are you doing here?" You ask him again, watching the hero crouch on the railing of your fire escape.

"Believe it or not but I heard you..." He says steadily, and you rose an eyebrow at him.

"Not that I was you know listening or anything, but I was near by and my senses can pick up things from far away." Spider-Man quickly says, holding out a hand in defence.

"Oh." You say, tilting your head as you wiped your tears.

"Seemed like a damsel in distress sort of thing..." He trailed off, expectingly waiting for your response.

You had no reason to tell this stranger your secrets, you both knew that, but something inside of you wanted to. You hadn't even known the hero for five seconds and yet you were ready to tell him your deepest darkest confessions.

"It's nothing." You settled for, having some moral ground.

"Sad movie?" Spider-Man suggested.

"Yeah." You nod, sniffling a bit.

Maybe he thought you were in some sort of trouble, but the more you thought about it the less sense it made to to tell a stranger about your conversation with your ex at a public library. 

What advice could he possible give that would make you feel better? You don't know if he's ever even gone through something like that.

"Oh, well hope you feel better." Spider-Man offered. "Just doing my part of the 'friendly neighbourhood' motto." He adds, making you chuckle.

"Thanks." You smile.

You couldn't pin point it, but he seemed oddly familiar, maybe it was because he was so nice to you after your horrible day, week even, but you really appreciated his kind gesture.

"I-" He started, unravelling himself from his crouching position to stand on your fire escape.

"Y/N." Spider-Man says, and your eyes widen marginally.

Had you told him your name? You couldn't remember, but never the less even if you didn't, you wondered how he knew in the first place. Maybe you slipped it out from habit or he was some stalker type of hero.

The hero seemed to have noticed your confused state, the vigilante quickly ripping off his mask to try and calm your nerves, but you recognize his face all too well, instinctively going to shut the window, but unfortunately for your his senses way too quick for yours, his strength inhumane.

"Wait!" Peter cried out as you still tried to close the window but to no avail. 

Peter easily slides the window up, causing you to let go repulsively, backing up from it as he slowly climbed in.

Every bone in your body was telling you to run, but where would you go, who would you tell? Now you never would tell anyone about your ex being the Queens superhero, but you don't think you can bare having this secret known to you so suddenly.

Peter being Spider-Man is a surprise, of course, and him using his alter ego just to talk to you in some sense after quite literally running away from your confession was making your mind fuzzy to say the least.

You started to shake your head for no particular reason, watching the boy close your window before turning back to you, his hair wild most likely from the mask, and a evident pout on his face.

"You-, you love me?" Peter asked, his voice cracking.

You couldn't conjure up the right words, your mind blank with empty thoughts. It was still shocking to you that Peter of all people was the spiderling you only ever seen on the news.

You never paid much attention to Spider-Man, and if you did, you'd probably would have figured out that Peter was him if you connected the dots properly.

"Y/N, please answer me." He pleaded, breaking you from your train of thoughts. You were sure you looked like a deer caught in headlights at this point.

"I don't know..." You whispered, fiddling with with your fingers as sweat trickled down your forehead.

"But at the library you said-" Peter starts.

"I know what I said." You tell him, meeting his brown eyed gaze.

You blinked back tears, Peter approaching your figure, and you would had backed up to get away from him but you were stuck in-between him and the bed. Fortunately he placed his mask on top of your bed, releasing it from his brutal grip, you two now in close distance.

You were getting deja vu, the boy staring at your face, perfecting every angle he could before closing his eyes and exhaling a breath he had been holding in.

"You really shouldn't had told me that." He whispered, and you bit your bottom lip, nervously nibbling on it.

Peter reopens his eyes, greeting you with the honey colour you were familiar with, his pupils getting smaller as it adjusted to the light, you felt bad for the sad expression that was held on his face.

He slowly brings a hand up to your face, wiping a tear that had unknowingly fallen down your face before pushing some of your hair behind your right ear.

It's been a long time since he's showed you this kind of affirmation, the last time he ever did something remotely similar was the time he had broken up with you. You had no clue what he was thinking, was he going to kiss you, or scold at you for expressing your love for him when he clearly loved another? The possibilities were endless like the ocean, and so you wished he'd only say his motive so your anxiety wasn't so obvious.

Peter's eyes dip to your lips before glancing back to your eyes, him silently asking for permission. You give the boy a nod as your answer, mirroring his actions when he closes his eyes and leans in.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker angst

[mountttmase]

Sending this req on mason as you asked for!😉

You meet mason for the first time in real and he finds you a very feisty one. You attract him so much that he wants to impress you so bad. But you always knocking him out with your humor and wits. Eventually he wins you?

I hope it makes some sense! Also counting on you to write this piece...*pouts*

Good day,mate!

Mason is a heart💙

You Make Me Nervous

Note - thank you lovely. Found this one a bit difficult as I’m the most unfeisty woman on the planet but I hope it’s okay for you 💕

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.8k

Warnings - fluffy I guess. Maybe a bit of angst if you squint hard enough.

‘Uh, c-can I help you?’ The boy at the door asked nervously, after he’d given you a once over.

‘Who is it, Mase?’ You heard Jaz bellow from upstairs and he visibly gulped before attempting to ask your name, but you beat him to it.

‘Y/n’ you smiled at him before he shouted your name up to her.

‘Ah amazing’ she replied before you heard tiny footsteps pounding down the hallway in your direction.

‘Y/n!’ You heard Summer squeal, bounding towards you as fast as she could, before you swept her up in your arms and pressed a delicate kiss to her cheek.

‘Hello baby, are you ready?’ You asked and she nodded as Jaz came into view with Summers bag of things. You could feel Masons stare lingering on you but you tried to ignore him.

‘Thank you so much, y/n. All her stuff is in here. I think two hours should be enough time but I’ll text you if anything changes’ she smiled warmly at you as you set the little girl down and took her bag of belongings.

‘No worries, I’ve got my phone on loud if you need me’ you nodded as you took summer by the hand. ‘Say bye bye mummy. See you soon’ you told Summer and she lifted her hand to give an enthusiastic wave back.

‘Bye mummy, bye uncle Masey’ she shouted and you waved at Jaz as she disappeared back inside.

‘Bye uncle Masey’ you winked, noticing his jaw drop ever so slightly and his eyes widen as you turned and led summer back down the driveway. ‘So that’s uncle Masey huh, Summer?’ You questioned when you were finally out of his stare. Summer was always on about him and obviously you knew who he was but you’d never actually met him.

He was gorgeous there was no doubt about it, and watching the way he reacted to you gave you a slight confidence boost as you recognised that look of shyness anywhere. Not one you’d seen from him in pictures and videos as he always looked so sure of himself from what you could tell, so it was nice to know you could pull that side out of him.

You took Summer to the park so she could run around with the other kids and play on the swings for a little while before sitting her with you on a blanket so she could have a drink and a little snack until you heard the unmistakeable sound of the ice cream van. You both made eye contact for a few seconds before gathering your things up and making your way over.

‘Our little secret this yeah?’ You winked as you handed her the lolly she wanted whilst she mimed zipping her lips. You careful took yours and and then her hand so you could exit the park and after a quick look at your watch you noticed you had 20 minutes until you needed to get summer home. ‘How about we walk the long way back, give us time to finish these before anyone sees us’ you told her and she nodded as you set off.

She told you all about what she’d done at nursery that week, and all her new friends she’d made and when you were almost at her house, you bent down to make sure there was no evidence on her face before knocking on the door. This time Jaz was there to let you in and she opened the door with a huge smile.

‘Ah, my two favourite girls’ she laughed ‘you’re just in time. You are staying aren’t you?’ She quizzed and you nodded with a laugh. She was hosting a surprise party for Lewis as his birthday was in a few days and she’d called you to ask if you could take Summer out for a few hours whilst the family prepped everything. You knew most of them pretty well, besides Mason, so when she invited to to join them for the afternoon you were quick to say yes.

‘Of course’ you smiled, ushering Summer in and following in behind her.

‘Well you’re off the clock now so go grab yourself a drink and relax. Mum and dad are out the back and Lewis should be here in about half an hour’ she told you and you led Summer into the garden. As soon as she noticed Debbie she was off and running into her arms.

‘Hi y/n’ she called as you followed over, pulling you in for a quick hug ‘how was the little pickle?’

‘As good as gold, just like always’ you told her, ruffling Summers hair as she giggled at you. You quickly made the rounds and said hello to everyone else before you noticed Mason stood at the other end of the garden, in front of the BBQ whilst scratching the side of his head. You didn’t know what it was about him but you were in the mood to tease him a bit a see how he reacted to you. You quietly made your way over and used the fact he hadn’t seen you to your advantage. ‘Need a hand?’ You quizzed and you held in a giggle as he jumped out of his skin, hand on his heart as he looked at you. His big brown eyes even bigger than usual as he stared you down.

‘Uh, I-I don’t know’ he told you, taking a few breaths to calm his racing heart.

‘I’m y/n by the way. Sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself before. And sorry about the scare just now’ you laughed whilst holding your hand out for his to shake.

‘I’m Mason, it’s nice to meet you. And if you tell me how to get this to work then all is forgiven’ he told you, shaking your hand before you gave the BBQ a once over. You noticed it was electric and the switch was down so you quickly flicked it to on and the whole thing roared to life. ‘How did you do that? He asked you, stunned that it was now working and you just shrugged, turning to face him.

‘Some say I have a talent for turning things on’ you winked, before leaving him flustered and alone. Your friends had always described you as fiery and flirtatious but you’d never been like this with a boy so quickly. Maybe it was the way he looked at you an reacted to your words that encouraged you and also the fact you probably shouldn’t be speaking this way with him that made you carry on.

Mason was busy helping his dad with the food until Jaz ran outside telling everyone to get into position as Lewis was at the door. Mason was standing directly opposite you and you noticed how his face flushed when you made eye contact.

After you’d yelled surprise and Lewis had made his way round to greet everyone, you noticed Mason had abandoned his dad in favour of sitting with Summer. You went and stood close enough so you could hear what they were saying as she sat on his lap on the grass.

‘What’s y/n like? Is she nice?’ He asked and you saw summer nod her head excitedly.

‘Yes she the best’ she babbled, clapping her hands and your heart warmed as she spoke about you.

‘Is she better than me?’

‘Mhmmm’

‘What? She’s better than uncle Masey?’

‘Yeah, she buys me ice cream but it’s a secret’ she told him in a whisper, her tiny finger over her lips and he let out a laugh at her words.

You smiled at their exchange before quickly heading inside to use the loo. As you were walking back through the house you noticed Mason stood in the kitchen, his head in the fridge and he opened up a few bottles.

‘What’s a girl got to do to get a drink around here?, you spoke, noticing how he jumped again as you caught him unaware.

‘Are you getting a kick out of scaring me or something?’

‘What can I say, I enjoy that frightened little look on your face. It’s cute’ you told him with a shrug and you noticed how his face flushed again as he was at a loss for words. ‘So, what about that drink?’

‘I um, yeah I can get you something’ he told you, walking over to where you were stood. ‘What do you drink?’

‘What’s on offer?’

‘Whatever you want’

‘You shouldn’t of told me that’ you said with a laugh. ‘I’ll take a mojito then’ you smiled, thinking if the most complicated drink you knew.

‘I’m not a cocktail waiter’ he exclaimed, his eyebrows almost getting lost in his hairline as he let out a chuckle. Your placed your hands on your hips and gave him an incredulous look.

‘Well I never’ you huffed sarcastically but you saw him grab his phone and type something in before setting it down. ‘What’s the point of you being here then if not to make the drinks?’

‘I have my uses’ he winked at you, and you giggled at the fact you were finally able to get him to come out of his shell a little more around you. ‘Now, gimme a few minutes and let me work this out’

‘Work what out?’

‘I’m making you a mojito if it kills me’ he told you before assembling everything he needed. You watched him work away, confusion turning into excitement as he got the hang of it and after a while he presented to you something that vaguely looked like a mojito. You took a sip, looking at his hopeful face and when you gave him a smile and a small nod, he celebrated like he’d just scored a goal. ‘Let me know when you want another one. But don’t tell anyone else or I’ll be in here all day making drinks for everyone’

‘So you’re like my personal slave’ you asked seductively, sucking on your straw again as you stared into his eyes. He lost his cool for a second before blushing and looking away again. ‘Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me’ you laughed before fleeing the kitchen.

Jaz was soon letting everyone know the food was ready, and when you took a seat next to Summer, Mason immediately sat next to you, placing a fresh drink down in front of you. You sent him and appreciative smile which he returned but you caught the look Jaz was sending your way. You chose to ignore it for now, helping Summer with her food and chatting to Mason. Holding back on the sass you’d been giving him all day and you felt him relax around you even more. He was charming and funny and every time you got a flash of that dammed smile you felt the butterflies in your tummy erupt.

Soon everyone had finished and dispersed from the table, but you and Mason sat talking for ages, his arm around the back of your chair as you turned to face each other. You tried to be your usual charming self and he was laughing at your jokes and really listening to what you were saying which made you feel good. It was hard to concentrate sometimes though when he was really looking at you and he was close enough now that you noticed all the freckles that dotted his face and the way his eyes captured the sun which only made him appear 100x prettier to you if that was even possible.

‘Y/n! Uncle Masey!’ You suddenly heard summer shouting as she ran over to the pair of you and Mason quickly sat her on his lap. ‘Ball in tree’ she huffed as she pointed over to show you her ball stuck in the branches that hung over from the neighbours side.

You both went over with her, each of you holding one of her hands and he sent you a small smile as you neared the tree. You let Mason assess the situation before he turned you. The trunk was behind the neighbours fence so he couldn’t climb it but the branches were just a bit to high for him to reach on his own so you knew what he was about to ask you.

‘I’m gonna have to lift you up, I can’t reach and she’s not tall enough either’ he said, motioning to Summer with his head. ‘Don’t worry you’re in safe hands’ uttered as he stepped towards you ‘just put your hands on my shoulders and make yourself stiff’

‘Funny, I thought you’d be the stiff one in this situation’ you joked as he bent down a little and your joke made him crouch down all the way to his knees with his hand over his eyes as he laughed.

‘Why do you always crack jokes at the most inappropriate times’ he inquired and you laughed as you looked down at him.

‘Sorry, I think it’s a deflection tactic’ you explained as he rose up to tower over you again, his face impossibly close to yours. ‘I promise I’ll be good now’ you breathed and you heard the tiniest hint of a moan escape his lips.

‘Make sure you are’ he breathed, a serious look in his eye and you felt those butterflies erupt again as you held his eye contact. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he bent down again to hug his arms around your thighs as you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. ‘After three yeah?’ He told you and you nodded before he counted down and lifted you off the floor.

You were surprised at his strength and you squealed ad he straightened up. You panicked as he got his footing and guided you towards where the ball was.

‘Mason I dont like this’ you whimpered but you felt him laugh against your legs.

‘Just get it quickly and I’ll let you down’

You huffed and looked up, the ball being still slightly out of your grasp but you shook the branches about a bit and soon enough it fell to the floor. You expected Mason to let you down but he did the opposite, holding you tighter as he practically ran around with you in the air and you screamed before flopping over and pounding on his back.

‘Mason Mount, put me down right this second!’ You screamed but it just made him laugh even harder and you could soon hear everyone else joining in with him. He came to a sudden halt, letting you go slightly but only so he could move you back over his shoulder and carry you bridal style, his arms under your knees and around your back as you looped your arms around his neck. His face was suddenly right next to yours, his lips in touching distance and his eyes were constantly flickering between your eyes and your lips before you were interrupted.

‘Well isn’t this cute’ Jaz commented before locking eyes with Mason. You both laughed awkwardly as he set you down, his arm snaking over your shoulders as he pulled you towards him a little bit. ‘I need a hand in the kitchen Mase, you think you could come with me?’ He nodded and followed her inside and was only gone for a minute before Summer ran over to you, complaining that she’d spilled her drink down herself.

‘Don’t worry Summer, let me grab a cloth and I’ll clean you up’ you told her, quickly walking inside to ask Jaz for a cloth but her and Mason were nowhere to be seen. It only took a few seconds though to hear her voice coming from the living room.

‘Really Mase? Summers babysitter? Out of all the girls in the country you want to take y/n on a date?’

‘Look, I’m not asking for your permission Jaz, she might not even say yes but I wanna get to know her better’

‘Do you know how hard it’s been to find a babysitter like her? Summer adores her, we all do. I’m not having you taking her out and breaking her heart’

‘I wouldn’t do that, Jaz. Come on is that what you think of me? I like her. Please don’t ruin this for me before it’s even started.’

‘You’ve known her for five minutes’

‘Hence why I wanna take her out’ he shouted, but you didn’t want to intrude anymore so you quickly grabbed a cloth for Summer and ran back outside to clean her up.

You were soon singing happy birthday to Lewis with Summer on your hip and you couldn’t ignore the way Mason was looking at you from across the garden. You’d thought about what you’d overheard in the kitchen but you were unsure with how to proceed. Did you want to go on a date with Mason? Of course you did, and the fact it had taken only one afternoon in his presence to wrap you around his finger scared the life out of you. But was it worth making things awkward with Jaz and risking your job? You weren’t so sure.

You discreetly said your goodbyes to everyone, claiming you had an early morning but made sure to avoid Mason as you weren’t ready to have that conversation with him. You’d made it halfway down the drive when you heard him calling your name, running down to meet you.

‘Are you leaving?’

‘Uh yeah, sorry. Just got some stuff to sort out’

‘Oh okay, um well I just wanted to-‘

‘Don’t Mason’ you interrupted, turning away from him, but he grabbed your arm to stop you from going.

‘What’s going on?’ He asked you, confusion written all over his face at your sudden difference in behaviour. ‘Have I done something wrong?’

‘No’ you told him, your eyes on the floor, but you jolted when you felt his fingers under your chin, tilting your face back up to his. ‘I’m sorry Mason I have to go’ you whispered but this time he let you leave.

Three days later you were back looking after Summer, sharing a quick coffee with Jaz in her kitchen before she had to leave for a few appointments, and it wasn’t long before the topic of Mason was bought up.

‘I saw the way you two were looking at each other the other day. You certainly made an impression on him’ she teased and you could feel yourself blush as you thought about him. You hadn’t stopped thinking about him in the days in between but you didn’t want to speak about it too much. ‘I know he’s got a massive crush on you’

‘You think?’ You laughed trying to brush off her comments but she seemed to be going all in.

‘Oh I know. Trust me he was wallowing around like a lost puppy after you left. And if I didn’t know any better I’d say you like him back’ she winked but all you could do was laugh nervously. ‘Look y/n, he’s a good guy. He’s not gonna hurt you if that’s what you’re worried about’ you told you but you shook you head, keeping your eyes on your drink.

‘It’s not that at all, I just thought it might be a bit weird you know? I work for you and I don’t want to cross any boundaries. Also I sort of heard you two talking the other day about it and I got the impression you didn’t want it to happen’ you confessed and you heard her sigh before setting her cup down.

‘Sorry, y/n it was just a bit of a shock when he told me. Truth is I trust you both a hell of a lot and I don’t want to stand in the way of anything. He’s my little brother at the end of the day and I just want him to be happy. If nothing happens then fine I know you’ll still be professional but I don’t want you to not go for it cause you’re worried about me’ she reassured you with a hand on your shoulder.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course. Plus Summer loves you, as do we, so if it all works out then we don’t have to pretend to like you for his benefit’ she winked and you let out a small chuckle. ‘Now that I think about it, you two would be good together. He could do with bringing down a peg or two sometimes and I know you’ve got that sass inside you to keep him on his toes. And you deserve to be treated like a queen which he knows how to do. I should know i taught him everything. If you want to go for it and see what happens then please just forget about me and what you heard the other day’

‘I’ll think about it’ you laughed and you chatted for a few more minutes before she left.

Summer was well behaved for most of the morning but you could tell she was getting tired and groggy so you put her down for a nap a little early. You were just settling down on the sofa to watch some TV when you heard a knock at the door. Figuring it was the postman you opened it up to find Mason standing on the other side, both looking shocked at the other standing there.

‘Y/n? Sorry I thought Jaz was in’

‘No she’s got a few appointments’ you told him and he nodded apprehensively. ‘Do you wanna come in?’ You asked him and he gulped down a nervous lump before coming inside, seemingly shocked you’d invited him in. ‘I’ve just put Summer down for a nap’ you laughed as you led him into the kitchen. You were both stood there a little awkwardly, but you couldn’t deny you were happy to see him. You’d just hoped you hadn’t ruined your chances the other day. ‘Can I get you a drink or anything?’ He shook his head, but you noticed he was trying to suppress a smile. ‘You sure? Name a cocktail and I’ll learn how to do it’ you winked and he finally let out a little laugh.

‘I best not’ he smiled, but you saw him grab a bottle of water from the fridge. ‘Do you know what time Jaz will be back?’

‘I think another couple of hours yet ‘ you told him

‘Am I alright to stay here till she’s home?’ He asked, almost timidly and your heart sunk at the way he was looking at you. Clearly unsure of where you were at due to how you acted with him the other day. You wanted to set him straight so you nodded at him before taking a few steps towards him.

‘Im sorry for leaving like I did the other day. I hope you know it was never anything you did or said, I just… it doesn’t matter but I am really sorry’ you told him and he looked at you with a small smile before looking to the floor.

‘Are you sure? I thought I’d maybe overstepped the mark or something?’

‘No of course not, I really enjoyed your company that afternoon’

‘What happened then?’ He asked, his eyes looking at you confused. You took a deep breath before answering. Not sure if it was worth going into everything that happened but in the end you thought maybe it was best as you didn’t want to start keeping things from him this early on.

‘I came inside to get Summer a tissue and I overheard you and Jaz talking in the other room’ you murmured and you saw his face scrunch up as he remembered the conversation. ‘I didn’t listen for long or anything but obviously I work for Jaz and I don’t want to jeopardise anything’

‘I get that’ he nodded with a sad smile, but the way is shoulders dropped made you realise he thought everything was over before it had a chance to start.

‘Jaz had a chat with me this morning though, she’s kind of done a 180 on all of it’ you told him, sitting down at the kitchen island and he followed you over with a confused look on his face. ‘Told me she thinks we’d be good together’ you winked and you saw his cheeks turn red as as he laughed.

‘What did you hear me say exactly?’ He murmured, letting his face drop into his hands as he was clearly embarrassed

‘You want to take me on a date apparently?’ you teased, bashing your shoulder into his gently and he laughed as covered his face, flopping down onto the island. ‘And you want to get to know me’

‘Alright, alright’ he laughed, standing up and walking back over to the fridge. His face was redder than you’d ever seen it but you couldn’t help but notice the smile on his face and it warmed your heart. It looked like he didn’t even need anything, just opened the door and shut it again as a distraction tactic.

‘Can I ask you something?’ You enquired once he’d shut the door again and he nodded as he slowly made his way back over to you. ‘Why do you wanna take me out?’

‘Why wouldn’t I?’ He questioned, he brows drawn in as he propped himself up next to you again.

‘I’m Summer’s babysitter, I don’t live a life life you do. I’m probably not like the girls you usually speak to either’

‘You’re right. I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl quite like you before’ he nodded before taking your hand to pull you up gently. ‘You’re witty, and feisty and I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s made so many dirty jokes around me so quickly’ he laughed, brushing your hair behind your ear as he took both your hands in his. ‘Not to mention you’re gorgeous, like way out of my league’ he chuckled and you laughed along with him. ‘Thought if from the second I saw you’

‘You’re not too bad, don’t be so hard on yourself’ you told him and he shook his head as he let out a little snort.

‘I don’t care that we don’t live the same life, or that you’re Summers babysitter. All I know is I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since the other day and I want a chance to get to know you properly’

‘Yeah? Or do you just wanna steal my jokes?’ You winked and he squeezed your hands a bit tighter. ‘I’m kidding. I’d like that too’ you whispered and your heart sped up as he smiled down at you, his eyes flickering all over your face and all you wanted was to reach up and kiss him, but you held back. Not wanting to look to eager or give him the wrong idea.

‘So you’ll let me take you on a date then?’

‘I think that might be okay’ you whispered and he nodded before he lent down to place a quick kiss on your cheek.

‘You make me so nervous’ he whispered as you both pulled away but the pair of you were distracted when you heard tiny steps coming down the stairs. The both of you went to meet Summer as she’d woken up from her nap and you had no time to talk or do anything after that as you both kept her entertained. Once Jaz was home and you’d given her a quick rundown of the day, you went to get your things but Masons stopped you.

‘Gimme five minutes just to sort something out and I’ll drop you home?’ He asked and you nodded with a smile before he disappeared with Jaz to sort something out they were arranging for his parents. He wasn’t long and before you knew it he was opening the car door for you to hop in.

‘You know it’s still pretty early’ he told you and you looked at your phone to see it had just gone half three. ‘Why don’t we hang out for the rest of the day? Maybe grab some dinner after? Unless your busy then we can do something another time’

‘I’m free’ you smiled at him, noticing he was back to his flustered self around you but he gave you the most beautiful smile when you agreed to spend some time with him. ‘What do you have in mind?’ You enquired and he winked at you before grabbing your hand and entwining your fingers together in you lap.

‘It’s a secret’

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Modern College Student/BF Armin Arlert Headcanons

(rewatching aot and damn I forgot how much I love armin.  someone pls put me onto some good armin fan fiction?  this boy doesn’t get anough attention honestly, lemme know if you guys want me to do anyone else, im thinking eren next?)

Pre law student

I think in the modern world, Armin would only look at his love for the ocean and nature as hobbies.  When it comes to investing in his education and making money to support himself and his family, he’d go into a major he’s good at just to be safe.  And that’s persuasive arguments, crazy attention to detail and maybe a little manipulation for the greater good so yeah…lawyer it is 🙂

Currently focusing on political science for his BA before law school

Shares a small apartment with Eren and Mikasa cuz they all looked at dorm life and were collectively like “yea, fuck that”

Armin and Mikasa are up first every morning, and they usually share a lil breakfast together before deciding which one should dare try to drag Eren out of bed

Has the best color-coded notes, the type of student to type into the chats links to resources he found helpful when doing the homework, pulls thru with the quizlet right before quizzes

Heavy on that study beats, listens to it even when not studying

Has canva pro and no you cannot use it 🫶🏻

Strict study schedule but he doesn’t go overboard like other honor kids.  He gives himself plenty of breaks and plans his workload so he can enjoy his weekends bc he knows he’ll be useless all burnout 

His Starbucks order is an iced brown sugar oat milk shaken espresso, sometimes with a blueberry muffin, boy likes his sweets

The Starbucks staff around the corner knows him personally and even have a lil crush on him since he's there so often, polite and always puts something in the tip jar (he may get a few free cake pops here and there)

Loves the sims and doing little legacy challenges, the type to get emotional when his sim gets married or has kids because he fr raised them

Deep into the lore too, has his theories about Bella Goth and hates Don Lothario with a passion

One time Eren deleted his saved family and Armin didn’t speak to that man for two weeks

Secretly loves fanfiction but only found family fanfiction bc it reminds him so much of his relationship with Eren and Mikasa. Soft spot for anything Harry Potter tho (proud ravenclaw)

I don’t think he’d smoke weed bc I feel like he’d be a paranoid high so it’d be more stressful than relaxing tbh

But he always trip sits his friends!  

Will go to parties if dragged along but the most he’ll drink is like a twisted tea or white claw and just kinda watch his friends get hammered like 🫣

The type of guy at the party who’ll get dragged into some drunk crying girl’s story about her bf and he’s just sitting there with his one drink, sober asf like, “omfg bestie! you need to dump him, like i’ll help you draft that text rn”

Smells like Johnson and Johnsons baby soap and like he’s so embarrassed about it but his skin is so sensitive he has to use the goo goo gaga stuff

Other than that he kinda smells like fresh laundry?  Uses too much detergent and dryer sheets so his clothes smell like extra good and he doesn’t wear cologne so yeah, hope you like Tide bitches✌🏼

Very loyal to the vanilla bean burts bees chapstick

Has a blue hydro flask that he always has with him, also constantly reminding his friends to drink more water

Totally has scared Eren by telling him about kidney stones and how the dumbass might have to just pee out rocks if he doesn’t drink sum fucking water.

Eren now takes hydrating v seriously :)

Most of his friends will go to him more than their actual advisor bc Armin is just much more helpful tbh and he loves telling them which classes or internships they should take.  

Actually prefers articles and podcasts over books bc of practicality and he already has to read so fucking much for school

But is lowkey one of the annoying ppl where like any conversation you’ll have will end with him like, “Oh earlier I was listening to this one podcast and-”

Has painted his nails a few times but I think he’s a nail biter so he kinda stopped after unintentionally eating so much nail polish

Secret passion for skin care, may or may not be a skincarebyhyram stan

Tried countless times to get Eren to at least wear spf everyday but yea, that bitch don’t listen

Mikasa does tho and they actually go to sephora together once every month for lil skincare hauls (baddie w her baddie friend)

Calls his grandpa everyday, even if it’s just for a few minutes bc he knows his grandpa is all alone now that he left for school and armin just wants him to know that he’s doing fine and making him proud

As your Bf

You guys probably met thru a friend of a friend, most likely you befriended Mikasa or Eren and they started bringing you over and eventually Armin would meet you

Bc in no way would Armin actively search for something romantic when his main focus rn is getting his degree but like damn you were just-

Wow

Anyway, as your bf expect literally so many forehead kisses

Kinda clingy bc he is indeed a scorpio, once it’s official between you two every night he’s like “so we sleeping at my place or yours?”

Bc why would you guys just sleep apart from each other?  

Armin fr forgot how to 

Fav cuddle position is you on your back and him with his head on your chest and arms around your waist

Bonus if you play with his hair and whisper sweet nothings by his temple

I’m on team soft dom armin, boy is a ppl pleaser for sure but still a dom

He’s pretty vanilla and heavy on praise, but if you want him to go hard and degrade you or manhandle you, he would as long as you guys set up a safeword first

His post nut clarity would hit hard tho and he would be so afraid you saw him as some sort of sexist pig afterwards

“WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG, IN NO WAY DO I CODONE-”

“Babe chill all you did was spank me.”

If you have a vagina, he is like super educated on the anatomy🤓

Fr makes you pee after sex

Washes his hands before fingering you and you’re just sitting there trying to stay in the mood like “😀”

Tbh the only things I think would be off the table for Armin is anything unhygienic or like anything involving other ppl bc boy is too insecure and possessive for anyone else to be seeing you like that

Sex on the beach isn’t happening either.

If you try to convince him he would just be like,”Sand will end up everywhere (y/n)!  Honestly, it’s like you WANT a yeast infection!”

Having a pre law bf is literally having your own attorney at your beck and call

If you have a problem with a teacher for example, Armin would fr hop on a call with the college and be like “sweetie, who was the head of your department again?”

Next thing you know the poor teacher is fired lol

Can and will fight all your battles

The perfect study buddy, like he'll make flashcards for you without you even asking or telling him what the next test was about?

You never have to edit or revise your essays again, Armin is just proud that you wrote it all out, he’ll take care of it from there so all you have to do later is submit

Armin made one day of the week your guys’ date night and literally someone would have to die in order for him to reschudle bc the boy takes it sooo seriously

Literally Eren can call from the hospital and Armin will just be like “you know what day it is?  Right, it’s Thursday.  Which is date night for me and Y/n.  So unless that broken arm turns into organ failure, don’t call me!”  

Date nights are museums, cafes, planetariums, sometimes you guys will even take a class together

But honestly, the best dates are the ones you guys have at home bc he likes just having you all to himself

Boy is jealous, but more so possessive

Like, it takes a very certain action to piss him off enough to act outwardly bitchy

Boys can make you laugh, they can compliment you, they can try to impress you

But if a boy were to try to protect and care for you?

Armin will snap

Thats literally his job and he sees it as a threat

Will go out of his way to make the dude look really incompentent.

Your study partner brought you a snack bc they know you missed breakfast?

“Y/n doesn’t like that brand, it hurts their tummy.  Maybe you should ask before just shoving whatever in their face😒”  

Its cold out and some guy offers you their jacket?  

“Woah there, prince charming, I don't think your 10 dollar Old Navy hoodie is gonna cut it. Darling, why don’t we head inside and get you a hot drink? 😇”  

A guy friend stops by with some medicine bc he heard you were at home sick?  

Armin’s there at the door like, “My baby’s immune system is really weak right now, the last thing they need is strangers just coming over and making them sicker.  How thoughtless are you?🤬”

Fights don’t really happen bc Armin is so good at de escalating situations, he’s also just such a simp for you that you’ll always gets your way

The only fights he won’t back down from are the ones where he feels like your safety is at risk

Over his dead fucking body would you do anything even remotely dangerous

This is where I see manipulative Armin.  He’d use his skills to convince you that you didn’t even care about what you were arguing for in the first place

At first he might feel a little guilty but after realizing you’re objectively safer from his manipulation, he doesn’t feel as bad

Kinda yandere tbh, but really soft and not dangerous

Your location should always be on tho☺️

Fav Nicknames for you: darling, baby, princess/prince

Songs that fit the vibe: Turning Page by Sleeping At Last, Bad Habit by Steve Lacy and As The World Caves In by Mat Maltese 

“Yes, it’s you I welcome death with, as the world caves in.”

“Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.”  

“Thought you were too good for me my dear, never gave me time of day my dear.” 

#armin headcanons #armin arlert #armin aot #aot #attack on titan #modern attack on titan #armin x you #yandere aot #yandere armin #attack on titan headcanons #college armin #anime headcanons #yandere attack on titan #daddy armin #yandere anime #headcanons

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CRAVING YOU | hjs

🧸 pairing. han jisung + gn!reader

synopsis. work, barely eat, repeat. your boyfriend's routine hasn't been the best lately, and you missed him, so a surprise late-night visit after the end of your shift seemed like an amazing idea to spend some time together.

🌙 wc. 1.6k | au. idol!au; established relationship; fluff; suggestive

How much time had passed since he had properly slept? A week? Two? Maybe more - he couldn't even recall the softness of his bed or the taste of something that wasn't instant ramen or iced americano. He just wanted to abandon all of his duties and go over to your apartment to cuddle with you until late afternoon, but all he could think about were the borderline catastrophic consequences if he actually decided to do that.

First, he had so many college assignments to complete, and he wasn't even halfway finished with them; all he did for the past hours was open a new document, write the title, a couple of keywords and... nothing else - his brain was completely fried, but still, he couldn't take a break. A few days ago he promised Chan to listen to a track he had recently made and fix it, since the older one couldn't pinpoint exactly what he didn't like about it and wanted an outside opinion. Plus, a really important exam was due in a couple of days, and fuck did he not feel ready for it - when he tried quizzing himself he just stuttered and trembled nervously, everything he studied flying out his open window.

If all this didn't already feel heavy enough on his shoulders, he also hated how much he had been neglecting you lately, who had been nothing but understanding with him. You were just too sweet for your own good and he almost felt like crying whenever you sent him selfies, updates on what you were doing that day and encouraging messages every few hours. He craved your presence so much, it hurt him physically.

He sighed and shook his head, realising he had been wasting too much time overthinking. He gazed at the little clock on his laptop's display, which signed 4.26 am, and immediately got back to work, deciding to switch to fixing Chan's track - just thinking about going back to his assignments made him want to throw up. He plugged his headphones into his laptop and started playing the song, which surprisingly had very relaxing and soft tunes. Shit, this isn't good. He already felt his eyelids getting heavier, no matter how many sips of coffee he had drank or how many times he had rubbed his eyes, and without even realising, he fell asleep on his chair.

With that, the tapping sound on the keyboard was replaced by quiet snores, and the faint relaxing music kept playing on repeat in his ears, which prevented him from hearing his vibrating phone on the desk showing his incoming messages.

[5.02am] — hey baby, would you mind opening the door? I'm freezing here [5.05am] — u there? [5.06am] — I really hope ur sleeping rn and not blatantly ignoring me. Sorry in advance for taking ur spare key. See u soon ;^

You quietly opened the door and stepped into the dark living room, almost tripping over one of the boys' shoes while trying to get yours off. After calling them all the names you could think of mentally, you finally walked towards your boyfriend's room, pouting when you noticed the light was on from the bottom of the door. Is he up again at this time? He's so getting yelled at tomorrow.

“Baby?” you whispered while opening the door as slowly as possible, taking a peek inside and almost melting when you noticed a sound asleep Jisung on his leather chair looking extremely fluffy, cuddly and adorable.

Tip-toeing inside his room and closing the door behind you, you took out your phone and sneakily snapped a picture of him, deciding to set it as your background later. You smiled and set the food you made for him on his desk, admiring his relaxed and peaceful expression, before deciding to wake him up - it mustn't have been comfortable sleeping in that position, most likely with an empty stomach, you thought.

You started pecking him softly all over his face - first his fluffy cheeks, then trailing up to his nose and forehead while taking his headphones off and stopping the music, “Ji? Love? Come on, wake up. I brought you homemade food.” you murmured when he wouldn't budge. You frowned and stood up straight again, running your fingers through his blond hair mindlessly while thinking of a way to wake him up.

You grinned and turned to the containers full of kimchi jjigae and bulgogi which were still hot, and opened them to let their delicious scent reach him - and it, unsurprisingly, started to wake him up. He stirred and stretched before opening his eyes fully, looking around confused until he saw you hovering over him, which made him widen his eyes. You saw him pucker his bottom lip as if he was going to cry at any moment, sliding even closer to you with his chair and hugging your torso tightly. “I'd get up to hug you properly, but 'm too tired to do that, 'm sorry.” he groggily mumbled against your tummy, pecking it all over.

Giggling at his cuteness and the ticklish sensation, you ran a hand on his cold bicep and the other over his cheek “Doesn't matter baby. I missed you so much. Just seeing you is enough for me.” you said, looking at him when you felt him staring up at you.

His eyes were teary as his hands pulled you even closer, making you stand in between his open legs, “I missed you much much more, but aren't you mad at me? I'm so sorry for negl-” he started saying, but you immediately stopped him.

“I'm only mad at you because you haven't been sleeping or eating properly, Ji. I know what you have to do is important.” you stated, stroking his cheeks and hair gently. “How about we catch up while you eat something? I made all this for you and I'm afraid it'll get cold if you don't dig in soon.” you suggested when you noticed his gaze was still unconvinced, though fortunately he smiled widely and happily took up on your offer.

Sitting next to each other on his bed, you stared at him as he stuffed his cheeks with the food you made, feeling extremely happy since it seemed like he was enjoying it “Is it any good, baby?” you asked, and he turned to look at you with the most offended face you'd ever seen him wear.

“Are you kidding me, jagiya? This is amazing! You know I love your cooking as much as you.” he sang, making you chuckle.

“Maybe more, since you woke up immediately when you sniffed it with your cute little nose, but you wouldn't budge when I tried to wake you up with my kisses.” you teased, feeling kind of sad at your failed romantic awakening attempt. He pouted and put the almost empty container on his nightstand while gulping down whatever he was munching, shifting closer to you and kissing your temple lovingly as an apology.

You felt your cheeks warm up at his sweet gesture, though you brought your knees in front of you to ball yourself up and rested your head on them with your head turned towards Jisung, who was staring at you, “Go kiss that bulgogi, you seem to like it more than me anyways.” you joked.

He furrowed his brows and scoffed “That's not trueeee, stop itttt.” he whined, lightly pushing you.

“It is though.” you grinned as he rolled his eyes.

“No, it's not.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“NoOooOoOo.” he kept whining, and you giggled, not realising he was now hovering over you.

“Y-.” before you could finish, he pressed his lips against yours, successfully shutting you up, his warm and skilful lips making you forget about what you were talking about. Jisung moved his hands to the back of your head, gripping your hair gently while you stretched out your legs to get more comfortable, stroking his cheeks and waist in the meantime.

He swept his tongue on your bottom lip slowly, as if wanting to taste you after all that time spent apart, before finally pushing it between your parted lips, causing you both to moan. No matter how many times you had already kissed, made out or made love, it was never enough - the more you did it, the more you craved one another.

You let out a needy whine when he pressed his weight on top of you, which ignited the fire inside of him even more, as he slid a hand under your sweater to touch the body he'd been longing for for weeks, ecstasy clouding his mind. In between the kisses that were getting sloppier and messier by the minute, you mumbled your worries, “Mmh, baby, you need to sleep, you're exhausted.” but he couldn't care less - he needed to feel you close.

He scowled and pulled you closer, moving from your lips to your neck to start working on painting the blank canvas with his loads of love bites, “Don't wanna.”

Moaning when he started suckling on your sweet spot and running his big hands over your sensitive body parts, your will to actually make him stop and go to sleep started quickly drifting away “I'm not here to tire you out even more. Plus, what if you fall asleep in the middle of it?” you breathlessly said while he removed your sweater.

He playfully bit your now easily accessible collarbones before leaning slightly back and looking you deeply in the eyes, adoration mixed with mischief and lust pouring out of them “Mh, I promise you I won't, baby.” he winked and dipped his head down to continue his mission to make the both of you feel good to make up for lost time.

Maybe he really did love you more than bulgogi, after all.

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[saywhatjessie]

Pre-Madonna

Day sixteen of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 16: Road Trip Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 1.9k[Ao3]

Roy would never do something as undignified as engage in a slap fight over who can control the aux cord on a road trip. Which is why he declared in no uncertain terms that Jamie was not to touch the music when they drive up to Manchester.

Jamie snorted. “I don’t think you want to play this game with me, grandad.”

“It’s not a game – it’s an executive order. I’m not listening to whatever club beat garbage you listen to for four fucking hours.”

Jamie looked back at him, offended. “‘club beat garbage’? Do you not know what I listen to?”

“Sure I do! You put it on in the kitchen when I’m making breakfast.”

“That’s not my music! That’s your ancient radio! There’s not even an aux port on that thing. That’s just BBC1!”

Roy turned to look at him incredulously. “But you always know all the words!”

“Yeah, because I’m a hip young lad who has a general lust for life!” Jamie complained. “I know a lot of songs! That doesn’t mean that’s what I normally listen to.”

Roy frowned. “So what do you normally listen to?”

Jamie looked genuinely aggrieved at his revelation. Like it was Roy’s fault Jamie just knew pop music. If it weren’t for Phoebe, Roy wouldn’t know any music after 2010. Why would Roy think Jamie would know it if he didn’t like it?

He made a displeased sound in his throat and grabbed for Roy’s phone.

“No!” Roy growled, swiping with one hand to grab the phone back. Jamie yanked it out of his reach. “This is literally the opposite of what I said, Tartt!”

“Well apparently you don’t know what I listen to which means either I don’t share enough or you don’t pay attention to me.” Jamie huffed. “One of us is a shitty boyfriend so we’re fixing this now.”

Roy growled again but, seeing as he refused to get in a slap fight, pulled his hand back.

“We’re not bad boyfriends,” Roy grumbled. “You share with me plenty. And I pay attention.”

Roy could see Jamie lift an eyebrow in his peripheral vision.

“What’s my coffee order?” Jamie quizzed.

“You’re not allowed coffee with your training. Caffeine’s too harsh on your system”

“Obviously,” Jamie rolled his eyes. “I mean when I have the option like during the off season or on holiday.”

Roy hummed. “Iced ristretto macchiato with oat milk. And whatever stupid fucking seasonal flavoring they have.”

Jamie hummed happily, in confirmation and praise. Roy smirked.

“Favorite ice cream?”

“Salted caramel.”

“Soup?”

“Split pea because you’re a fucking weirdo.”

“Nandos order?”

“Why are all of these about food?”

“Cuz I’m off training for a few days and I’m excited to feel joy when I eat again.”

“Fine. Fuck. Grilled chicken wrap with paella and a ceasar salad.”

Jamie leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “God, babe, you’re obsessed with me. Such a turn on.”

“Fuck you.”

“Okay pull over.”

Roy snorted, rolling his eyes, but he put his hand on the center console for Jamie to take. Jamie did so without hesitation.

“Flat white, by the way,” Jamie said and at Roy’s inquisitive grunt followed up with “Your coffee order. Ice cream is coffee and butter pecan. Soup is matzah ball, obviously. And you’re banned from Nandos.”

“I’m not banned,” Roy grumbled. “I’ve just been advised to not return.”

Jamie laughed, lifting Roy’s hand to kiss his knuckles.

“I know, grandad,” he stared at him sappily for another moment before turning his attention back to Roy’s phone. “We’re still listening to my music, though.”

Roy growled and Jamie dug his fingernail into Roy’s finger.

“Shut up,” Jamie said, idly. “I’m also favoriting my playlist on your Spotify account so you can listen to it when you’re not with me. Study my tastes, like.”

“You can’t give me fucking boyfriend homework.”

“Just did, bitch!” Jamie grinned. “You’ll like it, trust me.”

Roy growled again but squeezed Jamie’s hand, letting it happen.

It’s not that he was against learning things about Jamie – and maybe he felt a little guilty assuming things about him — but Roy, as stoic as he was to most people, was shit at hiding his emotions from the people who knew him. If he didn’t like Jamie’s music, it would show on his face, and he didn’t want to hurt Jamie’s feelings when he was sharing with him.

Which meant the surprise he felt when Jamie’s head started bopping to the opening chords of Billy Joel’s “It’s Still Rock and Roll To Me” was loud and clear across his face.

“Are you fucking with me?” Roy asked.

Jamie rolled his eyes before he started singing along. He knew all the words.

Jamie frowned but his head also bopped along. Billy Joel wasn’t that surprising. Pretty standardly popular.

As was the Queen song that came on after. Being a Queen fan just meant being a human.

But then there was the Kinks and The Who and Blue Oyster Cult. A bunch of American hair bands that were past their prime before Roy had been born.

At the third Fleetwood Mac song, Roy couldn’t take it anymore.

“There’s no way this is your go-to playlist. Are you trying to impress me?”

“I can show you my Spotify Wrapped, old man: Fleetwood Mac’s my top artist this year.” He air drummed on the dashboard with his one hand that wasn’t holding Roy’s. “Stevie Nicks was the first woman to be entered into the Rock and Roll hall of fame twice. And you say female artists before Madonna didn’t have to work hard.”

Roy grunted again, introspective.

“I guess I should have known,” Roy said after a while, over Bowie singing “Suffragette City.” “After the Rolling Stones comment when you called me Keith Richards.”

“Okay, so you do pay attention,” Jamie grinned. “You’re just too thick to make connections.”

“Fuck off,” Roy said. “You sing along to Taylor Swift on the radio, that’s not exactly The Ramones.”

“Listen, it ain’t my fault I know ‘Shake it Off’: it’s been playing in stadiums for as long as I’ve been in the premier league.”

Roy hummed in allowance. “Yeah, that song has been fucking everywhere,” he said. “I know it because of Phoebe.”

“Young impressionable child, I get it,” Jamie agreed. “I heard Keeley’s been setting her straight, though.”

Roy made a noise in his throat. “She has been listening to more Led Zeppelin.”

“That’s my girl.” Jamie grinned

Roy smiled back.

Jamie let his playlist run for the first two hours of the drive, letting go of Roy’s hand so he could rock out properly.. All of it was music Roy was vaguely familiar with but not something Roy would seek out to listen to himself.

He really should have guessed at Jamie’s taste considering his style. His stupid hair and his denim rhinestones and his dangly earring is all very glam rock. 

“Was it Georgie? Was she a classic rock fan?”

“Oh, definitely,” Jamie grinned, wiggling a bit as he played air guitar. “Mum was a groupie in her day. All she wanted to do was fuck Thom Yorke.”

“Ah, so at least you come by your groupie status honestly.”

“Fuck off, old man, I don’t even like you,” Jamie grinned. “But it is your turn for music.”

“Hm?”

“Yeah, mate, I shared my music with you so now you have to share with me.”

“I was gonna play my music first!”

“Were you?” Jamie asked. “Or were you gonna put on a random radio station that you didn’t mind us talking over?”

Roy grunted. That had been what he’d been planning on doing. Because he would have been irritated if Jamie talked over music he liked and also he can’t listen to the music he liked without singing along. And he didn’t want Jamie to make fun of him for that.

But Jamie had shared so, yeah, it was fucking Roy’s turn.

He held out his hand for his phone and Jamie placed it in his palm, his face smug.

Roy rolled his eyes and navigated to his music library, picking his favorite saved playlist.

Immediately, the strings that open up “One Day More” from Les Miserables filled the car.

Jamie started before grinning, sitting up further in his seat.

“Royo, is this–”

“Shh,” Roy warned. “You’re not talking over my cue.”

“What–”

“One day more,” Roy sang. “Another day another destiny. This never ending road to calvary. These men who seem to know my crimes will surely come a second time. One day more

“I did not live until today”

Jamie cackled as Roy seamlessly switched to the next part. Even more so when he began straining his already pathetic upper register to sing the women’s parts.

But he didn’t interrupt. And he didn’t try to talk to Roy over the music.

When the song ended, he paused the playlist to clap. Roy smiled, a little pleased, even while his ears turned red in a blush.

“So this is big man Roy Kent?” Jamie asked, grinning. “Secret West End aficionado?”

“Fuck off,” Roy scowled. “I thought we were sharing.”

“We are! And I love this about you!” Jamie said, reaching over to rub a comforting hand over Roy’s thigh. “Was your mum into showtunes.””

Roy huffed, covering Jamie’s hand with his own. “Grandad. He showed me Fiddler when I first started learning what it was like to be Jewish. Always told me that Jewish people invented musical theater and it doesn’t matter how big of an athlete I ever got, I was never to be ashamed of that.”

“Nothing to be ashamed of, mate.” He flipped his hand over to lace his fingers with Roy’s again. “Press play. And when we get to mummy’s we can watch your favorite.”

Fuck, Roy loved him.

They cycled through some Broadway classics, Jamie pausing the music after the song was over to ask about the show. He was interested in Sweeney Todd: thought the eating people bit was mad. He really liked the music from Rent (no surprise there) and he was blown away by Six.

“This sounds new!” Jamie said. “This is like poppy and shit!”

“It’s a feminine centric re-telling of the history of Henry VIII’s wives.”

“And it fucks!” Jamie said. He shimmied his shoulders. “Get it, Anne Boleyn!”

Roy laughed, not binding Jamie attempting to sing along to this one. He’d never learned all the words, but it was fun to see Jamie have fun.

By the time they pulled up to Georgie’s, the Christmas lights in City sky blue, Jamie had convinced himself they absolutely had to watch Singing in the Rain. 

“Roy, you get the dopiest smile on your face when one of those songs come on,” he told him. “We’re watching it.”

Jamie moved to get out of the passenger seat but Roy pulled him back,

Jamie tilted his head at him and Roy pulled him into a kiss. Jamie hummed into the kiss, reaching up to cup Roy’s face and kiss him back.

He pulled back with a final peck. “What was that for?”

“For sharing with me.” Roy shrugged. “Made the drive go by quick.”

“Mmm,” Jamie agreed. “Softy.”

Roy snorted, pulling away and opening the door. “And now I’m not kissing you for the entire time we’re in Manchester.”

“No, wait, Roy!” Jamie whined, scrambling out of his own door. “That’s not fair!”

Roy laughed, going around to the boot to grab his luggage while Jamie whined. He’d definitely kiss him goodnight and they both knew it.

But Jamie could beg if he wanted.

#Ted Lasso #RoyJamie #writing advent #oops I wrote a thing

[sweetkpopmusings]

jeongin coworker headcanons <3

a/n: i thought of this the other night when i couldn't sleep, and it made me laugh, so here we are. this is platonic but let me know if you want to read some coworkers to lovers content because i love a good fanfic trope <3 pics not mine :-)

content: fluff, nonidol!au | wc: 0.9k | warnings: none really! brief mentions of eating | pairing: coworker!jeongin x gn!reader | requests: open

an absolute menace

but in a sweet/goofy way

when he realizes he likes your presence/vibe, he shows his interest in befriending you by teasing you

like he'll just walk by your desk and casually roast you

"i saw you go for the light roast coffee this morning. what were you doing, staying up late taking online quizzes?"

and you're just sitting there, holding your cup of coffee, looking at him like 1) mind your business <3 2) yes i was up late taking quizzes, what about it?

he will ask you which quizzes you took so he can take them too because he doesn't want to fill out the spreadsheet he has to submit by the end of the day

after he does his drive-by teasing for a while, you start doing it too. and jeongin is eating it up!!!!

this goes on for a couple weeks until, one day, you happen to take your lunches at the same time

he saunters on over and greets you with teasing comment and a sly grin

somehow he's charming enough to convince you to offer him the seat across from you

and, because weeks of jokes broke the ice, you're talking with each other as though you already were acquaintances

y'all start eating lunch together almost every day

it's no big affair, but you just find your lunch break to be way more enjoyable spent in each other's company

after you get to know each other more, you start this lil tradition of bringing snacks to share during your meals

every friday is special snack day and sometimes there's a theme you two use and other times it's a surprise

but it's always a good time! even if the snacks are bad because your reactions to the bad snacks make jeongin laugh and imitate you which makes you laugh

alongside snacks, you two always always always share workplace gossip

somehow jeongin knows the tea on absolutely everybody

whenever you ask how he knows, he just shrugs and says "people tell me things"

you won't question it because you live for the insider information

there will definitely be lunches when you're just sitting across from each other doing your own thing

if jeongin is on his phone watching tiktoks, he won't show you anything because he wants to send them to you while you're working to distract you <3

if he's bored during the workday, he'll walk over to your desk to ask you for stuff

paperclips? he just so happens to desperately need one at 10:17 am. gum? he's got a real craving for it at 2:02 pm. a blue ink gel pen? that's right! if he doesn't get his hands on one of those by 4:46 pm he is going to lose. his. mind.

every time you're like ... jeongin you're not sly. and he's like ??? um what are you talking about? i am simply an employee asking my coworker for basic office supplies. and you're like are you sure you're not just doing this to talk to me?

he smiles and says no <3

he's actually the king of distractions yet he always completes his work on time??

he's not rude though. if you have a lot of work, he leaves you alone so you can focus

on particularly stressful days, he'll come check on you by saying "you look like death" and shit like that and maybe give you encouraging messages if he's in the right mood

if either of you have finished a big project or have to suffer through a long meeting/training session, he will show up with drinks from your favorite nearby coffee shop

you thank him and he says he only did it so you don't fall asleep and snore at your desk because that would be embarrassing. he also claims you owe him $50 for his services

if you have to stay late and do some overtime, he'll walk you to your car/bus stop/etc

he explains that "if you go missing i'll have no one to talk to except our HR rep pete" is his reason for walking you there and waves goodbye once you're safely on your way home

he's also glued to you during any company party/event

because it's so fun to hang out with you for more than a few minutes at a time!!

and you two can whisper comments and jokes to each other about your coworkers' behavior without risking anyone overhearing it

plus, if the event is no fun, you'll go off and do your own thing

whether that's sitting at one of your desks and watching netflix

or going to the back corner of the event venue to play some stupid game like paper football or cootie catchers

while stealing as many free drinks/snacks as possible because it is a company event after all and jeongin is a firm believer in getting your money's worth

you never thought you'd look forward to work parties but with jeongin around you know you're set for a good time

after a while, everyone in the office just associates you two with each other because whenever they look up you two are joking around, hanging out, or laughing at messages you send each other while you sit at your own desks. it's iconic and all your coworkers are jealous <3

jeongin will really just tease and bug you on the regular but little do you know that on his worst days, even the ones when he is millimeters away from quitting, knowing he can see you 5 days a week is enough for him to stay :,-)

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[derangederensimp]

Jujutsu Kaisen One Shot Kinktober

#16 Lingerie with Gojo Satoru x Fem Reader

CW: Lingerie, domination, switch, submission, biting, spit play, hair pulling, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, mating press.

Art credit to meg_arts_domain on Twitter check their account out! Such good artwork.

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You stared at Gojo resting on the bed, you weren’t expecting to come home to this. Gojo said he had a surprise for you but this isn’t what you had in mind but you were delighted by the sight.

The heat between your legs forming the longer you stared. “Take a picture it’ll last longer” Gojo said, partly joking to break the ice but he wasn’t surprised when you did pull your phone out snapping a pic. “Like what you see y/n?” He quizzed. “Mhm” you nodded yes, walking closer to him, dropping your purse on the floor before crawling onto the bed to join him.

“Can I kiss you?” You sheeply asked, keeping your eyes off his. He made a tsk noise before grabbing your cheeks and lifting your head to look at him “louder, I couldn’t hear you” he teased. He heard you loud and clear but he wanted to hear you ask permission again. You reacted yourself this time not lowering your voice. He nodded his head letting go of your cheeks, your first spot was to kiss his partly covered abs, going up to his chest biting at the skin before sucking. Going to his neck you left marks all over claiming him to be yours always.

You rested your hand on his crotch, palming at his cock that was growing underneath. He hissed at the way you stroked at him over his pants. Wanting your hand to be wrapped around his bare cock instead. If he knew how riled up you’d get from just seeming him like this he would’ve dressed up like this a long time ago. He enjoyed how desperate you were to kiss all over his body. Pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth softly before he pulled you into a kiss. His tongue parting your lips, pushing your tongue around, he groaned into your mouth as you gripped his cock harder.

“You gonna keep being a tease or are you going to do something about it?” Gojo cockily said, his hands gripping your thighs. “Is that how you ask Gojo, hmm?” You snapped back, nipping at his lip.

“P-please y/n make me feel good” he whined at your lack of contact on his cock. “Maybe.. take my clothes off” you ordered him. Gojo unbuttoned your work shirt, tossing it to the floor, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. Taking your breasts into his hands he shoved his face between them, rubbing them all over his face. A desperate deep breath came from him.

Letting go he yanked your pants and panties down pulling you onto him. Straddling his cock you reached behind you, pulling his cock from the opening of the black panties he wore. Stroking it a few times before sitting you cunt on it. Rocking your hips along him making his hiss. He still preferred the feeling of your cunt but being between your lips wasn’t bad either.

His reddened tip gliding against your clit made you grip his shoulders. Still as sensitive as ever even with Gojo playing with your clit almost everyday.

You kept moving your hips on him, moaning out his name as if he was fucking you. He loved the way you getting off on his dick and it wasn’t even inside yet. Gojo groaning beneath you as his tip went inside for just a quick second before you adjusted him to make sure it didn’t go in again. You wanted to tease him some more before you gave him what he wanted.

With his tip hitting your clit you were getting close to cumming, dropping your head down to look at Gojo he stared up at you with hooded eyes and mouth gapped. “Keep your mouth open like that” you cooed, opening your mouth and letting saliva fall into his mouth “swallow” you commanded. He did as he was told, showing you his empty tongue.

“You like being in control huh?” He asked, pulling your head down for your lips to meet his, your kisses becoming sloppy as you kept rocking your hips, cumming along his cock, you moaned into his mouth.

“Aw you came so fast and I didn’t even get to give you any of my cock. I guess it’s my turn mm? Gojo said after letting you ride out your high. Flipping you over so you, he groped your breasts pushing them together. Spitting on his cock and stroking it before he put it between your breasts. “Grab them yourself” Gojo said, letting you put your hands on your breasts instead of him.

You watched as his tip came out from between your breasts, licking it each time it got close to your mouth. “Naughty Girl, I didn’t get a taste how come you do” he pouted, before grinning down at you. Never looking away from his gaze you kept kissing the tip of his cock. His pace picked up as you squeezed your breasts together. “What? you gonna cum already baby? I thought you could always outlast me” you spat with a smirk on your face.

A power struggle between the two of you as neither of you truly liked being in the submissive position.

“Maybe I should shove my cock down your throat, that’ll teach you to speak to me nicely wouldn’t it” Gojo grunted. Shifting your body from under him you grabbed his ass, opening your mouth you pulled his body making his cock go into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around his shaft you dragged him closer making your nose touch the base of his cock.

“F-fuck. That mouth of yours. You drive me crazy y/n”

Your soft gags were like a melody to his ears as he rocked his hips into your mouth, his cock bruising the back of your throat with his increased pace. Drool seeped from the corner of your lips, your eyes watered. You kept your eyes on Gojo, his head thrown back, a hand entangling in your hair he yanked it making you whine. Humming on his cock made him groan. “Such a cock hungry slut aren’t you? No matter how much I give it to you it isn’t enough.”

You nodded your head humming your response as Gojo wiped away your tears with his free hand. You could tell he was close by the way his cock twitched in your mouth. Finally pulling away you took a big gasp of air before going back to choking on his cock.

Pulling himself from your mouth he shot loads all over your face and breasts squeezing his eyes shut after he watched the first few ropes land on you. “S-shir y/n. Fuck. I didn’t get to fuck that sweet pussy of yours” he sighed, looking down at you. “Well give it to me Gojo” you slurred his name making him bite his lip.

Getting off of you he let you get into whatever position you wanted. Which he loved the most, a mating press always made him go so deep inside and he loved the way you screamed on his cock. Begging him to slow down only to ask him to go faster soon after. His fishnets rubbed against your thighs as he positioned himself above you. Stroking his cock to the view of you below. He pushed his cock through your lips to collect juices on it before rubbing it all over himself “you so fucking wet and you haven’t even gotten my cock yet” he groaned.

Your eyes hooded as you stared at him, preparing for his size. Aligning himself up, one quick thrust and be bottomed outside you, making you moan out his name gripping the sheets.

He set a pace for himself, slapping your thigh with his open palm leaving a red mark. If he wasn’t already completely hard your whines would’ve made him harder. Drooping his head as he jackhammered into you from above grunting each time your cunt squeezed him. “T-too deep” you cried, hot tears running down your cheeks.

Gojo gentled wiped the tears away “what are you tapping out? He nipped at your ear. “F-fuck you” you grunted, a smirk on your lips watching Gojo’s eyes go wide. “You already are” He said, slowing his pace he started to just do hard slams into your cunt. Screaming out his name, your cunt squeezed around his cock desperately begging for his cum.

His hand went to your clit massaging circles into it as your thighs began to shake “you ganna cum? You ganna cum on my cock y/n? I make you feel so good huh?” Gojo said in between breaths. His eyes piercing yours waiting for a response “y-yes! You make me feel so good Gojo” you cried. “Then cum baby, I’ll cum with you” He said. Kissing your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth before the kiss went sloppy like his thrusts, your cunt pulsated around him.

Cumming on his cock he pumped you full of his cum, still rutting his hips into yours a ring of white forming around his base. “So so good” He said pulling his lips off yours. Letting you ride out your high before getting off you.

His hands instantly going to your legs and massaging them to relieve the soreness that would come with that position. “Sorry baby, probably won’t be able to take you out now huh” he said putting his face into the crook of your neck. Placing soft kisses on it while you closed your eyes catching your breath. “Wear that again and I won’t be able to resist you” you said. You felt his lips curve into a smile.

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[kintsugiscars-archive]

which rage language are you?

open the floodgates

your frustration turns into tears quickly. the strength of your fury is so potent that it sets off the waterworks out of pure rage. you hate it, because whoever's pissed you off thinks it's funny, like you're not tough and you can't defend yourself. you can, you just need to get through the haze of emotions first.

tagged by: @primalvessel

tagging: steal it steal it steal it

#ic; maybe this one? {ic quizzes} #it's kinda true??? #tho lex's rage is more cold #when he was young it was this #but nowadays it's cold and self assured

[rdiowx]

Could you write just a fluffy comfort fic with Frank, Mikey, and reader? it's not a pairing that I've seen even though I love the dynamic :] if it's not something you think you can write that's okay too, you're just one of the few mcr writers I've seen that take poly requests :D

eeeee! Yes! Im not too good at writing comfort but ill try my best! Thanks for requesting!

COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

Fluff,comfort, mikey and frank being cuties, cuddling, kind of dialogue heavy, its not like sad comfort its more angry comfort because when i overthink i get angry instead, if that makes any sense, readers kinda mean? I dont know what most people consider mean, i struggle with writing emotions, my house is constantly freezing so i guess im projecting a bit, is this even comfort?

Not proofread yet

Mikey & frank x gn!reader

Currently you were sitting on your couch waiting for your boyfriends to get home. They were supposed to get home 2 hours ago but, they’re busy people i guess. You had put on a show that was on, now long forgotten as you went to look if you still had icecream in the freezer.

To your surprise there was, and it was your favorite flavor too. Grabbing a spoon and the icecream, you made your way back to your couch. You found yourself overthinking after a while, staring at the tv with a blank expression. You tried to enjoy your ice cream but, with your thoughts going a mile a minute you inevitably got distracted. After maybe an hour you looked down, realizing your icecream was starting to melt.

“This is so stupid.” You flatly said, angrily getting up from your spot on the couch. “They were supposed to be here three hours ago!” You exclaimed, shoving the icecream back in the freezer before it melted. As if on cue you heard the door open, you groaned in response. ‘Course as soon as im talking shit they get here.’ You thought, deciding to go greet them.

“We’re home!” Frank yelled, from the doorway. “I can see that.” You responded, appearing from around the corner, accidentally spooking Mikey making frank giggle. “Hey baby, how was your day?” Mikey asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead, frank going to put his guitar away. You thought about your answer for a second before deciding. “Boring, what happened to coming home three hours ago?” You replied with your own question.

“Gerard wanted us to stay longer so we could finish another song.” Frank said, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the side of your head. “Tell Gerard I’ll steal his eyeliner the next time it happens.” You grumbled before kissing frank back. “Will do.” Mikey answered, pecking my lips before moving to put his bass away. “C’mon lets go get ready for bed.” Frank requested. “Nuh uh, when did you shower last?” You quizzed, stepping away from him.

He didn’t answer, “thats what i thought, Mikey! You’re both showering or you’re both sleeping on the floor! You pick!” You asserted, moving to walk towards your guy’s room. “But will you shower with us?” Mikey questioned, walking into the shared room. “If thats what it takes to get you guys cleaned.” You laughed slightly. “Yay!” Frank cheered jokingly.

After, many kisses and pruney fingers later you all got out of the shower and got dressed. It was rather cold but, thanks to your absurd amount of blankets you all got comfortable. “Why do you keep the house so cold?” Frank asks from his place on your stomach. You shrug in response, continuing to run your hands through his now clean hair. “I guess i like it better than being sweaty.” You yawned.

“Thats fair.” Mikey hummed from above you, rubbing circles into your stomach. “Frank and i are sweaty a lot though.” Mikey finished. “Believe me, i know.” You responded flatly. “I love you guys.” Frank said sleepily. “I love you too Frankie, goodnight.” You whispered, kissing his head. “I love you too frank.” Mikey whispered aswell, kissing both of you goodnight.

#frank iero x reader #mcr x reader #mikey way x reader

[joellkeeny]

✧*:･ﾟtoxic!steve x fem!reader part 4

warnings: some more angst. a bit of canon trauma talk.

part 3. part 5.

— ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

July 17, 1986, Hawkins Indiana.

☁︎ now fresh out of highschool it can be hard to decide what you want to do with your life next, it wasn't just some game you could skim through, or don't care about the outcome, this was your future, the one thing you'll do for the rest of your life. So it's safe to say you felt the pressure rising and rising and eventually decided to take a year off before college.

☁︎ senior year was nothing but quick flashes of quizzes and anticipation for starting your adult life, so it wasn't a surprise when one day you just woke up with a diploma in your hands, parents clapping happily and proud of your accomplishments, and before you knew it, a wave of something vague; nostalgia and maybe even melancholy was coming in just at the thought of the friends and teachers you left behind to take one step further into your adulthood.

☁︎ him on the other side, spend the rest of his year trying to pass his classes, and most importantly catch your attention just like you tried to do it for the first three years of highschool, failing miserably. It was purely ironic, the one who was set on getting you to like him and be all over him, was now battling with his unprocessed feelings, feeling the guilt gnaw at his heart each time you turned away from him or didn't smile back or refused to talk to him. You were mad, of course you were, he basically broke your heart without even knowing it, then wondered whatever he did wrong to be treated like that. Of corse you didn't offer him an explanation because that would mean giving him a chance to explain himself and even apologize, something you certainly didn't want to witness. And now, after the mall 'fire' he was still stuck in Hawkins, not a bright future ahead of him as he took a job at Family Video, alongside his new partner in crime, Robin. She's one with the group by now, having went though all the trouble with the Russians, left with enough trauma for a lifetime. They have been attached to the hip ever since, always getting mistaken for a couple or siblings which always resulted in her denying the fact profusely, putting accent on the fact that her and Steve were purely platonic."With capital P."

☁︎ the mall tragedy didn't affect you directly in the slightest, more so getting angry whenever you had to witness people around you complaining about it for the sole reason of lacking a place to go shopping, no matter the lives which were lost in the process, whose families were still grieving over the tragedy. Though having cut all of the strings with Steve, you knew he took a job at Scoops Ahoy, some silly little ice cream parlor, close to the GAP in that same mall. For a few days, you were frantic, trying your best to find out if he was one of the victims, and you hated yourself for that. You let yourself think of him again, feel something for him, in this case being worry, but you knew his parents were huge people town, so it wouldn't go unnoticed if their son had died. Though that didn't calm your nerves that much, you knew he was fine, yet it still wasn't enough. You want Steve in any way you can get him. An acquaintance, a friend, a lover, a boyfriend, you'd even settle for an enemy if that meant exchanging some words with him, messing around from time to time.

☁︎ his next destination was Family Video, a small place filled with heaps and heaps of tapes, from the latest documentary, to the newest action movie. You always stopped by to pick out some new tapes, though hating Keith's interest in you, you put up with it, even threw some of your own glances back at him just to get that much appreciated discount. And now that one of your oldest friends came to visit during the summer break, you knew you had to pick out somethng to fill your time with while she spend the night over.

☁︎ pushing open the glass door, you hear the clink of the bell above you, letting the door fall shut as you advance towards the counter where none other than Robin Buckley sat, legs perched up on the seat in front of her own, flipping lazily through magazine while the torid summer sun breached the windows. It didn't help that the AC is broken too, leaving her sweating out bullets through the entirety of their 8 hours shift. "Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you?" Her voice though coated in sugar and accompanied by a sickly sweet smile, you could clearly see that it was just a reflex at this point, her customer voice being pretty convincing at this point.

☁︎ you look around at the stacks and racks of tapes in alphabetical order before deciding. "I'm looking for the sci-fi section." You don't take offence in her tired groan as her feet thump down from the other chair, getting up and motioning for you to follow her. She guides you to the back of the store, converse squeaking against the floor as she drags them over it lazily presenting to you the said isle with a small 'sci-fi' sign obove it. She leaves you there, going back to the counter while tugging on the front of her shirt frantically in a weak attempt at cooling herself off. You browse through the options at hand and you spend some time deciding over your pick, eventually carrying back to her 'Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back' and 'Back to the future', the latest flick you've heard everyone talk about. She begins to type in the titles before a groan echoes from the back room, door still closed. You try not to pay attention to it until it flings open and a voice, much deeper, rings through the room. "Rob, c'mon, I need some help in here, the AC is driving me nuts!" He complains, a hand waving through his sweaty chestnut strands of hair which you recognized all too well, a screwdriver in his hand, indicating the thorough battle which was currently going on between him and the uncooperative machine. "I'm a bit busy if you can't see, dingus." Her retort leaves you silent, partly because you didn't expect him out of all people, former King of Hawkins High, to let little Robin Buckley, former band geek and nerd, insult him like that. She motiones to you and Steve opens his mouth, just about to argue, the words remaining stuck on the tip of his tongue before he closes it sharply, blinking at you, just as shocked. She stares between the two of you, sensing the awkward tension before silently backing away, walking to the back of the store where Steve sat blankly. Robin steals the screwdriver from his unmoving hand and closes the door behind her, leaving the two of you alone. Gulping, you remember the fact that you were supposed to still be mad at him and he seems to see the change in your eyes instantly. You drum your fingers against the counter, eyeing the tapes and the computer, still on. He seems to catch on your silent request, knowing you don't have it in you to ask him politely for it.

☁︎ "So uh, how you've been?" His question comes out reluctant, testing the waters to see if you're still holding the grudge. You don't dignify his question with an answer, just stare blankly at your nails and wait for him to finish up. He types in the titles and glances at you, seeing as you still avoid his gaze. "Look, I'm sorry..." He begins, and you don't even let him try to apologize before you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. He hates himself, almost just as much as you do, he remembers why you act the way you do around him, though vaguely. There's bee too much going on in his life, too much change and grief in just one year to be bothered with something so...small. Not that it didn't matter to him, you just never gave him any reason to believe that he should try again, so he left it in the past.

☁︎ "That'll be 10.78$." He announces, handing you the tapes and waiting for the money. As you hand the requested amount to him, you make one of your first mistakes, you look into his eyes. There's a little self-pitying smile on his face, those perfectly arched brows of his pulled together slightly, his lips pressed together. Everything about his expression tells you he's sorry, not entirely sure what for, but he is and you know the acting skills of Steve Harrington, he could practically charm his way out of any situation and in anyone's pants if he tried hard enough, so it wasn't something shocking that you didn't want to accept his apology, especially after not trying to do so sooner.

☁︎ second mistake, you feel sorry for him. It's not intentional, but as you stand there, you realize that you're not ready to leave yet, though you know that's the logical thing to do, you won't admit it but you missed him, missed that stupid face and that silly crooked grin you still haven't caught a glimpse of, missed his touch, his flirty remarks and by the knowing look in his eyes, he knows you do too and that gives him the slightest bit of hope that maybe one day he'll be able to call you a friend...and maybe even more, though he's not sure if you'll be able to look past his old highschool persona; cocky and full of himself, in order to start liking him again, because he knew, oh he knew you liked him, maybe a bit too much at that time, and he also knew your feelings had been one sided at that point, causing him to break your heart. Or at least that's what he realised later on, and he felt like a downright fool for not doing so a lot sooner.

☁︎ after about a minute too long of eye contact, you realise you're staring, gazing at him and his features you once got lost in highschool, let his warm honey eyes charm you into his car where he simultaneously rocked your world and ruined that sweet, shy girl you once were. And then your third and final mistake; you spoke back to him. It didn't seem polite, even if he did what he did, to leave him like that, you're not a savage, so after finally putting an end to your staring contest. "Thank you, Harrington." You will a small smile on your lips accompanied by a curt nod as you take the tapes and make your way out of the store, feeling him practically bore holes into your back as you leave. Not even halfway out of the door before Robin is bursting back in the main room, whisper shouting at him a faint: "Dude what the fuck was all that about?" And he just replies with a sigh, you can almost picture him rubbing a hand on his forehead in defeat the other settled on his hip. And only when you hear the door fall shut behind you, you let out the heavy breath you've been holding ever since you spoke to him. Maybe, just maybe you don't hate Seve Harrington as much as you thought you did.

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[surftrips]

love at second sight — part two.

pairing: jj maybank x reader

series summary: when jj is hired at the cafe y/n works at, memories of a night they spent together arise and so do their feelings for each other. part one here

word count: 1,205

author's note: sorry for taking so long to post this next chapter! i started uni last week and have been super busy, but i'm still writing in my free time i promise! hope you all enjoy :)

“Alright, next question. What’s the difference between a latte and a macchiato?” 

“A latte gets steamed milk and a macchiato has more foam!” 

“Ding, ding, ding! That’s another point for Maybank!” 

It was Wednesday, exactly one week since your ex-hookup (if you could even call him that) walked into the cafe you worked in. You were quizzing him on the drink recipes, and so far, he was nailing it. 

You flipped through your flashcards in search of another question. “Ready?” you asked him.

“Hit me.” 

“How many espresso shots does a medium hot latte get?” 

“Two.”

“And a medium iced latte?”

“Trick question, also two.” 

“Alright, Maybank, I officially give up. You might actually beat me in employee of the month.” 

He smiled at you, but before your cheeks could heat up from the eye contact, he cleared his throat. “Y/N, can I ask you a question now?” 

You felt your heart skip a beat. Was he going to ask about that night? No, of course not, he doesn’t even remember that night. You were both wasted. Or maybe it was just you. 

“Uh, yeah, sure. What is it?” you said as calmly as possible. 

“Am I the best employee you’ve ever had?” 

Oh. He was just being JJ. 

You chuckled, “You’re the best employee we’ve had in months, but sorry, no one can beat me. I’m kind of a big deal in the barista world.”

“Oh, yeah? Where is your #1 barista award? I don’t see it anywhere,” he said, looking behind you at the wall where your manager had put the health inspection certificates up. 

“I actually keep it back at home, don’t trust it around customers and all. Someone could take it at any second.” 

“Right, righttttt.” He dragged on the ending of the word to stress his sarcasm. 

“But seriously, how are you liking it here? Think you’ll end up sticking around?” You silently hoped that he wouldn’t be another seasonal employee that quit after a few months.  

“Yeah, I think so. Unlike you did at the party last year.” 

Shit. He did remember. More than you thought. 

Wait. I was the one that left that night? I could have sworn that we had parted ways at the same time. 

You must have been speechless for a good minute before he spoke up again. “Come on, Y/N. My memory’s not that bad, you can see that much from how I’ve been acing your coffee quiz.”

“Wait- so why did you pretend not to know me last week when you walked in?” you asked, confused. 

“I never pretended not to know you, it just never came up and I wasn’t going to introduce myself as the guy you hooked up with at a party from a year ago. And honestly, I thought you were going to acknowledge it first. I could tell by your face you remembered me.” 

“So you’ve just been keeping this in the back of your pocket all week? You didn’t think to bring it up earlier?”

“Alright, Y/N, when did you think a good time would be? I didn’t want to spring it up on you in the middle of training!” 

“I don’t know! Just… not now! I- I don’t even know what to do with this information.” A beat. “So, let me make sure I’m getting this right. I…. left you at the party after we hooked up?” 

“Yeah, pretty much. I gave you my number but you never called me back.” 

“You’re kidding, right? When did you give me your number?” You tried to maintain your composure, but on the inside you were screaming. YOU HAD HIS NUMBER THIS ENTIRE TIME?

“I slipped you a note, think I wrote it on a napkin.” 

“JJ, are you serious right now? I was literally almost blackout drunk and you think I was gonna hold on to a napkin?” You meant it in a lighthearted way, but as soon as you said it, you regretted it after seeing JJ’s face fall. 

“You know what, I’m sorry, I should have never brought this up. It was completely unprofessional of me and we’re coworkers now, so I never should’ve said-” 

You cut him off. “No, JJ, it’s okay. Really. I’m the one that’s sorry. I’m sorry I never said anything afterward, I was so wasted I thought you had left me or we left together and I just never got your contact information. You don’t know how badly I wanted to reach out to you, but it was a really bad time for me.” 

You sighed, continuing, “I found out my ex cheated on me that day and I told myself I wanted to be single for a really really long time and then I met you that night and I was so scared because I felt something that I hadn’t felt in a really long time.” 

“And what was that?” 

“Butterflies.” 

He smiled at you, and you could almost feel yourself start to float off the ground. “Do you know how long I thought about you after that night?”

You shook your head. 

“Every single day. For at least a week,” he said dramatically. 

“At least a week? Are you purposely trying  to make me mad at you right now?” 

He chuckled, “I’m kidding! I don’t know how long it was, but I know it was a long, long time. John B. and Pope kept trying to get me to come here because we heard you worked here but I kept chickening out.”

“You know I don’t bite,” you joked, trying to break the tension in the room.

“Well, now I do. But that’s not what I was scared of, I was scared that you wouldn’t remember me.”

Now, your face fell. You couldn’t believe it. You both had gone an entire year thinking about each other and neither of you were brave enough to reach out to the other? It made you sick thinking about all the time you had wasted. Time you could have spent together. 

But maybe, just maybe, you needed that time apart to better yourself. You could safely say that you were nowhere near where you were a year ago. Ever since your breakup, you found that you were happier than you had been in a long time. You spent your days working, studying, and taking care of yourself. You ate three meals a day and even meditated from time to time. Hell, you even found yourself journaling every once in a while. 

Perhaps, this was the universe’s way of telling you that there’s no such thing as right person, wrong time. If they’re the right person, the time for them will come. 

“JJ, do you believe in fate?” 

Your question seemed to catch him off guard. “Fate?”

“Yeah. Like divine timing and soulmates?” 

He thought about it for a second. “Do you want me to say yes? Because then, yes.” 

You laughed, “No, seriously. I’m genuinely curious what you think.”

“I don’t know much about divine timing, but I do believe that there’s a person out there for everyone.” 

You nodded, “Me too.” 

Ding. Ding. The sound of the bell at the counter awakened you two from your intense staring competition. Back to work.

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[rosanna-writer]

we said hello and your eyes look like coming home (5/?)

Summary: A canon-divergent AU where the bond snaps for Rhys on Calanmai, Feyre unwittingly accepts it, and Fire Night magic proves to be more transformative than anyone bargained for. Feyre drags a mate she hardly knows out from Under the Mountain, then puts him back together as war with Hybern approaches. Warnings: dubious consent, canon-typical sexual violence, canon-typical violence Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~3.3k

A/N: All the typical Under the Mountain trigger warnings apply here. There isn't any weight talk in this chapter, but there is a brief mention of skipping meals. A few lines for dialogue are also lifted directly from ACOTAR book one.

Feyre goes Under the Mountain.

Read on AO3 or you can find the fifth chapter below the readmore.

ch. 1 - the altar is my hips | ch 2. - an arrowhead leading us home | ch. 3 - by the way, i just may like some explanations | ch. 4 - can't not think of all the cost | ch. 5 - honey i rose up from the dead

The next six weeks were the longest of my life—I didn't hear from Rhys again. Even with my own shields up, his feelings leaked through occasionally, none of them positive. Despair, guilt, rage, violation, pain, disgust.

At night, my dreams were glimpses through his eyes of Amarantha's cruel court Under the Mountain. When it was nothing more than heads on spikes or lashes across a back, I slept through the night. Sometimes, though, it was his hands and mouth all over Amarantha in her bedroom, and on those nights, the urge to vomit ripped me from sleep and sent me running towards the toilet. The dreams were so vivid, I could still taste her on my tongue when I woke up. I'd never thought the sick, burning taste of bile could be a mercy until it erased the evidence of what she'd been doing to Rhys.

I took to skipping dinner, just so there would be less to hurl up.

I could only hope that if it worked the opposite way for him, the sight of the city—Velaris, as I learned it was called—helped him through it. But he clearly didn't want to talk, so I couldn't be sure.

When Amarantha didn't feature in the nightmares, it was the Spring Court. Sometimes I dreamed about Andras killing me in revenge, sometimes it was Tamlin dragging me back and forcing me to kill and kill and kill. Those dreams never made me vomit, just left me with a sense of guilt that felt like a physical thing weighing me down and pinning me to the bed.

On those nights, I'd stare at the ceiling and wonder if the blame truly lay at Tamlin's feet for sending Andras to die, Amarantha's for cursing Tamlin in the first place, or mine for being so quick to shoot. I couldn't have known Andras wouldn't hurt me—and had every reason to believe he would—but maybe if I had something other than ice and hatred in my heart, I could have figured it out. The uncertainty meant I'd never be able to scrub that particular stain from my soul.

During the day, I trained. I had no hope of besting a faerie in combat, but that didn't mean it was useless to learn. Cassian ran me through drills intended to make me more nimble, harder to grab onto and winnow to another location. And after I'd mentioned chucking my hunting knife at Tamlin when he'd taken me away, Azriel found me a properly balanced set of throwing knives and taught me to use them. Even if I never landed a hit, the distraction of blades sailing through the air might buy me time to run and hide. Mor wrestled me to the ground as I practiced bargaining, making sure I could close loopholes even as she twisted my arm behind my back. Amren taught me to shield my mind, though it was slow going without an actual daemati to practice with. I didn't dare ask Rhys.

When we weren't in the training ring, I poured over maps of passageways Under the Mountain. There was always the chance that Amarantha had rearranged things in the last fifty years, but I memorized it all anyway. The four of them quizzed me on the key players in Amarantha's court and their allegiances, or at least, what we knew of it from the rumors that drifted back to Velaris. Information could also be its own sort of armor.

Amren was researching exactly what my unfinished bargain tattoo with the Night Court could mean. Every so often, she brought the books to the training ring and sat in the sun to read as we practiced and sparred. Cassian sometimes tried to goad her into joining us, but she never did. 

From what I could gather, Amren and Mor had their hands full keeping the Night Court running in Rhys's absence, and their inability to leave Velaris only complicated matters. Cassian and Azriel were often pulled away to attend to their own duties, too.

Even with so much work to distract us, we were all anxious and restless.

After a few days, I moved my things to the House of Wind, tired of feeling like an invader in someone else's house and a burden for needing to be flown to the training ring. Mor, Cassian, and Azriel were staying there too, and we had an unspoken agreement not to discuss how little we were all sleeping. I wasn't the only one who overtrained to the point of exhaustion—sometimes it was easier to be too worn out to feel or think.

Perhaps it was just because at this point, I might have been able to get used to anything, but after a week at the House of Wind, I realized I was comfortable here. There was less formality than in Spring, and even as she sipped blood, Amren was less frightening when she dropped by just to sit at the dinner table and bicker. Mor and Cassian both offered to pick up paints for me, but I declined every time. It felt selfish to sit and paint while Rhys was suffering.

And I wasn't sure I was ready to face whatever would be staring back at me from the canvas when I was done.

The four of them took to playing cards, something Cassian told me they'd done with other soldiers during the War, when everything either had been short bursts of danger or long, dull periods of waiting and dread between battles. Killing time before Tamlin's curse ran out felt like the latter. Azriel offered to teach me the rules—and some of the strategies that won him more games than the others combined—but I was content to just watch, sitting on the sofa with a blanket around my shoulders and listening to them talk. At times, I was still acutely aware that everyone there but me had centuries of shared history, but I could live with that.

In Night, I was just Feyre, not Feyre-the-human, and that made all the difference.

The night before I left, we didn't talk about what I was going to do. I didn't want to be fussed over, even if I was preparing to run straight into danger. And now I knew that they'd seen enough comrades off to war that all four of them knew how to navigate the situation. Fretting too much might just make me panic and lose my nerve.

That morning, I changed back into the clothes I'd come here wearing—it wouldn't do to let anyone conclude where I'd been. I took my bow and a few knives, ones that wouldn't have a maker's mark that could be traced back to the Night Court. Mor winnowed me to the very edge of the wards, glamoured me to hide my scent and tattoos, and gave me one last wordless hug.

I headed south for the caves.

Something akin to relief washed over me as I walked. Part of it was almost certainly the mating bond—I'd always feel a bit better when I was getting closer to Rhys. But beyond that, it felt good to be actually doing something for once. Nothing rankled me more than inaction in the face of a problem, whether that was my family's money troubles or Amarantha.

When I crossed the Night Court's border, back into the cave, my stomach flipped. I stood stock-still in the entrance for a while, just letting my eyes adjust before I pressed forward. I took a few deep breaths, willing the instinct to turn and run back to safety to subside.

I followed the path back the way I'd come after Calanmai, not sure where I was going beyond a general direction. Save the occasional drip of water in the distance, the cave was silent. This wasn't like hunting in the woods, where there was still distant birdsong or rustling leaves. This was a place devoid of life.

I lost all sense of time, but at some point, the cave walls became something unnatural, deliberately hewn out of the rock. A hall. I was close, then. A part of me wanted to tug on the bond, to send out I'm here I'm here I'm here, but that would likely prove deadly. I needed to get my bearings.

I turned another corner and found myself in a passageway lit by torches. The firelight wasn't strong, but after so much darkness, the light hurt my eyes. I pressed against a wall, trying to conceal myself in a shadow while I let them adjust again.

As I waited for the pain to fade, long, bony fingers wrapped around my arm. I bit the inside of my cheek to hold back a scream.

"Hello," a voice said, and at least it was a voice I recognized, even as I suppressed a shudder. The Attor. "What's something like you doing here?"

I let it drag me and realized we were heading towards the throne room. Or at least, that's where it was on the maps. The thought of getting closer to Amarantha ignited my anger, burning away the last of my fear. Faeries we passed leered at me, not a single familiar face among them.

As the Attor pulled me through the enormous carved stone doors, I felt the bond light up in my chest. Music played in the distance, and the throne room was crowded with fae—a party of sorts, and Rhys was among them somewhere.

The Attor hurled me forward, and I stumbled but didn't fall to my knees. I raised my head and looked at Amarantha through my own eyes for the first time. She lounged on an ebony throne, picking at her nails, the nails I'd seen scratching Rhys's skin too many times to count.

But the sound of my name pulled my attention away from her.

"Feyre?" Tamlin said from his place next to her. "You're alive?"

Even with the golden mask still covering his face, he looked rattled, almost as if he'd seen a ghost. I hadn't known how he'd react, but I hadn't expected him to go so pale.

Amarantha looked right at me and smiled like an adder. "Don't tell me this is the one and only Feyre Archeron," she said.

My blood ran cold. She was not supposed to know my name.

But I couldn't let her see the fear that was clawing at my insides—if my time in the Night Court had taught me anything, it was how to put up a front. I held my chin high and said, "So my reputation precedes me, then?"

Amarantha actually clapped at that, as if I were nothing more than a trained animal who'd just done a trick for her amusement. The crowd tittered behind me. Good. They'd hold off on killing me if I was more fun for them alive.

"Tamlin, you didn't tell me she was so mouthy. It must have made all your attempts to get her to fall in love with you so much more aggravating," Amarantha purred. Tamlin just sat in stony silence, though even from a distance I could see his jaw tighten. He must have recovered from the shock enough to realize that saying anything would just be giving her the satisfaction. Undeterred, Amarantha continued, "But that does beg the question: if Feyre is alive and well, whose corpse did you leave in Tamlin's garden, Rhysand?"

I followed her gaze over to where Rhys was sauntering through the crowd. By now, I'd thought I'd gotten used to the mating bond, but it took every ounce of self-control I had not to run and fling myself at him. And though I really should have been more concerned with who he might have murdered, all I could think about was how unfair it was for anyone to have that refined perfection of his, even when he looked at me as if I were something unpleasant he'd stepped in.

"She wasn't the only mortal out near the Wall on Calanmai, and humans all look the same. I must have mistaken the other one for her," he said.

A lie, of course. Rhys could never mistake someone else for me. I wasn't sure what he was up to, but if it made everyone else believe he'd kill me without a second thought, then we were both safer for it.

Perhaps this had been the dirty work he'd taken care of after sending me away.

Amarantha's voice went sharp as she said, "You're getting sloppy, Rhysand. Don't."

Rhys inclined his head at her, moving with the fluid grace of someone who'd been raised as courtier. "Apologies, my queen," he said, all polish.

I almost lunged for her right then. The hatred must have shown on my face, but I didn't let it go beyond that. Even if I could have killed her with my bare hands, Rhys deserved to be the one to pry her apart, not me.

Amarantha turned her attention back to me, and I stared back, waiting for her to look away first. She didn't scare me, even if she should have. "And the other question," she said, her voice now dangerously soft, "is what brought you here and why I shouldn't just kill you now."

A test, but one I was fully prepared for. Without hesitation, I said, "I'm here to claim my High Lord."

"Your High Lord?" Amarantha grinned and turned to Tamlin. A fatal mistake. I'd chosen my words carefully, practiced just so she'd wrongly assume instead of asking exactly who my High Lord was. "Oh, this is just marvelous. You actually got a human worm to love you after all. But she's here just a little too late, and isn't that a tragedy? I don't think I could come up with something more deliciously ironic if I tried."

Tamlin just continued to sit in silence, which was probably for the best.

"You tricked him and bound him unfairly," I said, all righteous anger. Never mind the fact that I was also tricking her at that very moment.

"And you think you're going to do something about it?" Amarantha said with a laugh that revealed her too-sharp teeth.

Perhaps it was reckless, but I said, "Yes."

Her laughter died, and she snarled at me like the beast she truly was. "I should kill you just for that, human. But since the curse has ended, I've been desperate for some new amusement. I'll make a bargain with you."

A familiar, sick sort of satisfaction washed over me, the same feeling I got as I watched the loop of a snare tighten around a rabbit's leg. I hadn't even had to suggest a bargain myself—she was walking into my trap all on her own.

"Complete three tasks of my choosing, and he's yours. Three little tasks. How hard could it be?" she crooned.

"If I complete all three of your tasks, you'll return his magic immediately," I said.

Perhaps it was a leap of faith, but if Rhys's power was returned to him, that was all we needed. He wouldn't let her kill me. Maybe it was the mating bond clouding my judgment, but that was the one thing I'd bet on every time. I decided to take the risk of leaving some loopholes open—if I seemed too adept at bargaining, she might suspect something.

Even that was enough for Amarantha to narrow her eyes at me. I was tempted to glance at Rhys for reassurance, but I couldn't give in to that. Instead, I did my best to look poised—not defiant enough that she'd change her mind and snap my spine, but not cowed, either.

"Lest anyone here think I'm anything but a generous queen—and just to see how smart you really are—I'll give you a faster way out. Before the third task is complete, you just have to solve a riddle to return his magic. You can answer at any time, but if you're incorrect, I'll have your dear Tamlin kill you in whatever way strikes my fancy. How does that sound?"

I turned that over in my mind and didn't find any loopholes to close, at least not with the riddle. The tasks, however, were a different story. "Tell me more about the nature of the tasks."

"One each month, at the full moon."

"And in the meantime?"

The words had left my mouth a little too quickly, and I held back a wince. Amarantha's eyes flashed, and I might have pushed too hard.

"You'll remain in your cell," she said pointedly, "or earn your keep doing whatever work I require."

I hesitated, thinking of the work Rhys had to handle that wouldn't leave him clean. She might make me a murderer again.

For Rhys, I'd do it.

It still left too many other ways for her to rig the tasks, so I said, "Running me ragged would put me at a disadvantage."

"Nothing beyond basic housework. Human filth earns its keep in my court. Are we agreed?"

As she waited for my answer, she tapped her nails on the throne impatiently. The hall had gone silent, the entire court seeming to wait with bated breath for my answer. There would be no more negotiating.

And that was fine with me because I'd gotten exactly what I needed from her, a viable path forward to return Rhys's magic. I suppressed a triumphant smile as I said, "We are agreed."

I'd won the first round, and I'd done it in true Night Court style—concealing everything so well that she didn't even know she'd been bested.

I let her sit back on her throne looking like a cat that had just caught a canary. Magic swept through the room. It left a faint trace in the air, the way the smell of lighting lingered after it struck.

To someone behind me, Amarantha said, "Give her a greeting worthy of my hall."

On instinct, I braced myself to take a hit just how Cassian had taught me—jaw clenched so it wouldn't shatter, knees bent, elbows and forearms protecting my liver and spleen. The Attor hissed. Something hard collided with the side of my face. I rolled my torso to minimize the damage, planting my feet so I wouldn't fall. I tracked the movement of leathery wings and dodged the next punch.

I took two more hits before I finally fell. My bones cracked. By then, I was in too much pain to count how many of them were beating me. All I could do was make a feeble attempt to protect soft places—my eyes, my stomach—until I passed out.

I woke in a cell, laying on my side as if someone had placed me there to ensure I didn't choke on my own vomit. My head swam, but I forced myself to my feet anyway, bracing a hand against the stone wall for balance, even as my legs trembled.

Each breath hurt, which probably meant bruised or broken ribs. I swirled my tongue along my teeth and sighed in relief when I confirmed for myself that all of them were intact despite the taste of blood in my mouth. That must have come from my swollen, split lip. The worst of it all was the throbbing pain in my nose, compounded by what were surely two black eyes. I didn't dare touch my face, but I suspected my nose was broken.

I took deep breaths and willed myself to stay calm enough to think clearly. The injuries hurt, but there was nothing that seemed to need immediate attention or threatened my life. That seemed like a deliberate choice on someone's part.

Fine. I would be fine. It was just pain, and I could white-knuckle my way through that, the way I had endured hunger for years.

Just as I felt confident enough to step away from the wall and bear my own weight, the light from the torches beyond the cell door winked out. I wasn't afraid. There was only one person here whose arrival would be heralded by darkness.

As if on cue, Rhysand appeared. It was the first—though certainly not the last—time that I saw my mate looking absolutely furious with me.

#feysand #feyre archeron #we said hello and your eyes look like coming home

[cheriechrome]

rules..... - m. estapa

details and warnings - grace hughes x mark estapa, brothers best friend

(this is all fiction!)

(Also sorry if this isn’t the best part I was kinda stuck on what to do in between pt.2 and pt.4 but I hope you like it)

part one part two

grace and Mark have done pretty well at hiding their relationship…well for the most part.

The first slip up

The freshies were all in Mark and Ethan's dorm hanging out. Grace was going to head over later but had homework to finish before she would come over.

“Dude why do you get pickles every time if you are just gonna take them off” Dylan questioned Mark.

“I'm saving them for Grace, she’ll want them when she gets here.” all three freshmen turn to look at Mark with a “wtf” expression on their faces.

“Why would you be saving them for Grace?” Ethan speaks up

“Yeah what's up with that?” Luke also questions Mark. uh. 

“Because last time I got pickles and took them off she got mad at me cause I could have given them to her” technically this wasn’t a lie but he had started doing it because he knew how much she would appreciate it. All of them seemed to buy it. With almost perfect timing Grace knocks on the dorm door after finishing her assignments.

“Finally took you long enough,” Luke says as she walks in the door.

“Oh, I'm so sorry I value my education” she moves past luke bumping him a little to sit on the bed next to Mark. She whispers a small hello to him.

“Um I saved you these,” he says while handing her the napkin with pickles on it, he really did remember the small things. 

“Aww thank you” she leans over and hugs him. The interaction is small and the pair thought it went unnoticed by the busy group too focused on their game but little did the two of them know Ethan was watching the whole thing. 

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The second slip up

Tonight was a game night and Beck and Grace were doing what they normally did, switching between watching and talking about literally everything.

“So Beck now that my love life is not our main convo anymore what's up with you and Ethan?”

“I have no clue what you are talking about” she turns away from Grace blushing.

“I knew it! you do like him!”

“Ok maybe, but you are already being the most clique person ever by dating your brother's best friend, I thought it would be too cheesy to be the two besties dating the two besties, you know?”

“Oh my god no don’t let that get in the way, I would love that” before Beck could say anything the crowd started getting loud again, both of them look to see what they were expecting was a goal but when they looked on the ice all they saw was a fight up against the glass. 

“Holy shit Mark undid someone's bubble,” Beck says to Grace.

“What the fuck?” sure Mark was Mark but this seemed different he was pissed like royally pissed. 

Meanwhile, while Grace and Beck waited in the tunnel for their friends, Mark was getting questioned by his fellow teammates about why he lost his mind on the set of players.

“Mark, what the hell happened out there?” Luke questioned him.

“I- uh” Mark didn’t know what to say cause the truth was the player he had now forgotten anything about was chirping as one does but this time it was about Grace. It was kinda known amongst people that the team was like a bunch of older brothers to her and were pretty protective so she tended to be an easy target for shit talking. Now telling the truth wasn’t a bad thing cause who would be mad at the other person for defending their sibling, Mark was just so paranoid about Luke questioning why he got so mad.

“All I heard was Grace’s name and I look over and Marks on the dude so I’m assuming it had something to do with her” Nolan who had become a part of the fight spoke up.

“Wait that’s why the fight started?” Ethan quizzed Mark yet again.

“Yeah I don’t remember anything he said exactly now but he was talking bad about her and you know that's not cool I mean any of you would do it.” A string of “that's true” came out.

Again Mark thought pretty much everyone believed him but Ethan now officially had his eyebrow raised.

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Eddy and Mark were back in their dorm after the game sitting in an almost solid silence.

“So how long have you and Grace been dating?” oh fuck.

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

“Ok bullshit don’t act like you haven't been all lovey and protective over her recently, sure you have always been but since you asked her to formal it has doubled, btw asking her was bold of you considering how Luke is. I'm surprised he hasn't put two and two together yet.”

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Well at least to me it is, no one else has said anything but I wouldn’t be surprised if someone else has a hunch.”

“When did you figure it out”

“Well I was curious when you asked her out but when we were all hanging out in the dorms when she hugged you for a very long time is when I guessed you  asked her out officially.”

“Jeez, you and beck are meant for each other,” Mark mumbles at Ethan.

“WHAT?”

“Oh nothing” Mark laughed.

“No, you tell me right now….”

#mark estapa #rules au #mark estapa x reader #umich hockey