#if it had cared you'd have a slightly better argument but they didn't so

[omgeto]

☆ GHOSTING — GETO SUGURU X READER

summary: after being made aware of your long term ex boyfriends plans to 'fix' the world, you knew that you had to try and stop him. but seeing him for the first time in a decade; all the love, the hate, the heartbreak comes right back to you both and you realise you care about him a lot more than you thought.

wc: 4.7k (of pure goodness....)

cw: afab!reader, mdni, angst to fluff (kinda) cult leader ex boyfriend!geto, kinda sorta canon (its the day that geto yk...) he eats you out like its his last meal, half hate fucking, full making love, and a whole lot of geto being culty and cunty. this one has a plot people!!

authors note: guys yk I love a good exes to lovers fic so the argument in this one hits different and the whole idea of you and suguru breaking up just before he runs off to run his cult really gets to me, so I hope you enjoy this one.

geto suguru hasn’t seen you in years, in almost a decade, and is still reeling harshly from how you left him when he needed you. but somehow he finds himself rushing to meet you when he gets the four word text from your number—which is still saved in his phone under ‘my girl’— saying, ‘we need to talk.’

he knows exactly what you want to speak about, he could easily put together why today of all days you’d want to see —after vanishing him for just over a decade. he figured gojo probably gave word to you, as from when you’ve been young and growing up together, you’ve all known that if gojo couldn’t get through to him, you could.

he opens the door to your apartment, knowing that you wouldn’t have locked it—you always had a habit of leaving it open for him. and there you are, standing in the dimly lit room, waiting for his arrival. the years have etched subtle changes onto your face and in your demeanour, but the essence of who you are remains unchanged. time may have separated you, but in this moment, it feels as though it has never passed.

“you can't do this,” is the first thing you say, your voice steady despite the unexpected surge of emotions upon seeing him again. you didn't think seeing him after all this time would affect you, but it did. his hair is longer, his frame more imposing, but that unmistakable smirk remains, a haunting reminder of the man you once knew.

“wow right to the chase,” he chuckles bitterly, his presence taking up the room as he enters the room further, “i forgot you never really had a thing for beating around the bush.”

you meet his bitter chuckle with a steady gaze, your resolve unwavering. the years of separation have done nothing to diminish the intensity of your connection, the push and pull between you two.

"it's not the time for games, suguru," you reply, your tone serious. "you know why i called you here."

he sighs, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. the weight of his plans, the burden he carries, is evident in the lines etched on his face. "i figured you'd call sooner or later."

the room seems to shrink as the gravity of the situation hangs between you. the man you once knew, the one who could make your heart race with a smile, now stands before you, shrouded in darkness.

"i won't let you go through with this," you say firmly, your eyes never leaving his. "there's another way, suguru. there has to be."

for a moment, his façade cracks, and you catch a glimpse of the person he used to be, the one who believed in a better world. but then the hardness returns to his eyes, and he steps closer, his presence overwhelming.

"you always were too idealistic," he mutters, almost to himself. "but i can't turn back now. the world needs this change."

"what happened to you?" you snap out, your words laced with a bitter edge that hangs heavily in the air. it's a question that carries the weight of your years of frustration, anger, and confusion. but you knew what happened to him; everyone knew.

his reaction is immediate, and the room seems to tremble with his anger. his gaze narrows, and the atmosphere becomes charged with tension. "you don't get to ask that," he spits out, his voice dripping with bitterness. "you left, remember? you abandoned me when i needed you the most."

“it wasn’t like that,” you argue, leaning forward, your body tense. “by the time i left you were already gone, being physically present in a relationship doesn’t mean anything if your mind is fucking checked out all the time. at that point i was just dating a shell of you.” 

“is that how you justify it?" he retorts, his anger unabated. "you think leaving was the solution?”

you clench your fists, your own anger rising to meet his. "i did what i had to do to protect myself, suguru. you were spiralling, consumed by your own darkness. I couldn't save you"

his eyes blaze with a mixture of fury and hurt. "you think i needed saving?

“you still need saving,” you scoff gesturing to him standing right in front of you, “just because you couldn’t save—”

“don’t even go there,” he interrupts, his hand raising to stop you. he knew you were talking about riko, “i’ve made peace with that.”

“oh have you?” you accuse, “since it seems to me, you’ve been on a killing spree, ever since.”

“other people died y’know,” he hisses out, “remember haibara? he was your fucking friend, but you weren’t even there.”

“this isn’t about me,” you say disregarding his comment, regret seeping through you, “you think i haven’t kept tabs on you since i’ve been away. who have you become?”

he glares at you, his anger evident. "i've become what the world needs," he snaps, his voice heavy. "someone willing to do what it takes to change things."

"and is killing a village full of people the way to do that?" you challenge, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow. "killing your..." You pause, overwhelmed by the thoughts and images of what he's done. "was killing your parents worth it?"

his expression hardens, and for a moment, you see a glimmer of regret in his eyes, but it's quickly masked by his resolve. "i had to make sacrifices," he says coldly. "it's a small price to pay for a greater cause."

“you can’t truly think that,” you say, taking a step closer to him, your fists still clenched at your sides. “how did it feel killing them then? to take away the lives of your own parents who were innocent?” you probe, you knew that there was some part of him that must feel bad.”

“you’re about… ten years too late to be trying to have this conversation with me,” he shrugs, the turmoil that geto felt when he first set out on his mission has ceased. the guilt he felt for killing his parents, even the grief he had for something that he caused, wasn’t a factor for him anymore.

your frustration boils over as you press him further. "so, you've become heartless, then?" you challenge. the room seems to tighten around you as you await his response. "a cold-blooded killer who's convinced himself that the ends justify the means?"

geto's gaze narrows, his patience dwindling. "it's not about being heartless. it's about doing what's necessary to achieve our goals."

"your goals," you emphasise, "not mine. and not the goals of the innocent people you've hurt along the way."

he sighs, exasperation creeping into his voice. "you always had a way of making everything so complicated, questioning every choice. you left because you couldn't handle the real world."

you shake your head, unwilling to accept his justifications. "no, i left because i couldn't stand by and watch you become a monster."

“so i’m just a monster, yeah?” he retorts, stepping towards you, his anger evident across his face, you could see your words triggered him, and as he gets closer you could feel your facade faltering. 

your heart races as he approaches, and you raise a hand instinctively, palm out, to signal him to stop. "don't come any closer," you warn, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. there was no rational reason to be scared of him, you’ve known him for years, and despite everything that he’s done —what he’s become— there was still a part of you that believed that he wouldn’t hurt you.

but geto ignores your plea, his determination unwavering. he grabs your hand firmly, his grip surprisingly gentle despite the intensity of the moment. his dark eyes bore into yours, and he speaks in a low, taunting tone, "why? are you scared that with me being this close, you're going to realise that you loved a monster? that you're still in love with him?"

you grit your teeth, refusing to let him get under your skin. "suguru, you don't get to manipulate me with your twisted version of love," you retort, your voice laced with defiance. "i won't let you use my feelings against me.

his words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you're torn between the conflicting emotions swirling inside you. the memories of the love you once shared, the pain of his transformation into something unrecognisable, and the lingering attraction between you all crash together in this charged moment.

you try to pull your hand away, to regain control of the situation, but geto's grip tightens, preventing your escape. his face inches closer to yours, and despite your better judgement, your breath hitches. “manipulation, huh?” geto muses, his mouth so close to yours that you feel his breath faintly brush across your lips. you look up at him through your lowered eyelashes, and in that fleeting pause, so small that it’s almost imperceptible, you find yourself considering the gravity of your actions, if only for a moment.

the feeling of doubt is short lived, as you press your lips against geto’s, his mouth immediately moulding into yours. the kiss is searing, as you push your bodies against each other, he releases your hand from his grip, his hands move to cradle your head, holding it in place as he deepens the kiss, bruising your lips with his.

everything about geto is familiar, the taste of him, the warmth of his mouth, the way he consumes you. his tongue explores yours, wrestling for control as your arms scratch at him trying to tug off his robe. you wanted him to feel you, all of you—your touch, your lips, your hurt, your anger, the love that you still have that you thought was small. but after seeing him, kissing him, you realise is still an overwhelmingly large part of you.

you pull apart to catch your breath, staring hard at each other, but there’s barely a moment wasted before your back on eachother. kissing each other feverishly, as you rip off each other's clothes, he pushes you hard, your back slamming against the nearest piece of furniture as his mouth latches onto your neck. his kisses cascade down your body, stopping at your breasts as he unhooks your bra, tossing it aside.

“i missed these,” he murmurs, as his lips descend onto your tits, his face nuzzling at your chest as he sucks and pulls at your nipples with his teeth. “and i missed this,” he continues to mumble, his hands cupping your clothed pussy, his finger lightly caressing your slit. 

you arch forward into his touch, wanting to feel him more and chuckles saying, “even after all these years, you still respond to my touch just the same.” his fingers plunge into your panties, brushing against your clit and he smirks as your lips part a stifled moan escaping your lips—proving his point.

“s-shut up,” you hiss out, as you slowly start to gyrate against his fingers. although it was obvious from the way you were already soaking your underwear, you didn’t want to admit how good he is actually making you feel—you just couldn’t give him the satisfaction. geto raises his eyebrows at you in amusement, as he watches you bite your lip trying to contain your moans, as his fingers inch into your inviting pussy.

geto’s body moves down yours as he removes his lips from your tits, continues to press kisses down your stomach, as he drops down to his knees —his eyes level with your cunt. he presses a kiss to your covered pussy, before sliding off your panties. his mouth is just about to latch onto you but he pauses looking up at you, his gaze unwavering, “you want this right?” you nod slowly, your anticipation brewing as your eyes lock onto his, “use your words.”

you release an exasperated huff, but he remains steadfast, his raised eyebrow a silent declaration that he won't act until you tell him what he wants to hear. the room seems to pulse with tension, the growing desire between you mounting with each heartbeat.

your hands slide it’s way into his hair, pushing your fingers through his scalp, as you grin, you voice is low and sultry as you say, “i want it.” his mouth envelopes your pussy and you push his head into you deeper, forcing your nose into your arousal. he inhales you, taking in your scent as he presses his face in your cunt. 

“such a pretty pussy,” he mutters lowly, you could feel the vibrations spread through your pussy. his tongue strokes down your slit, before pushing into you, he twists and slurps at you trying to suck out all of your juices. 

geto nibbles at your clit, tugging at it with his teeth before bringing his fingers back to cunt. shoving two fingers in roughly. you pull his hair harshly, the feeling of his mouth sucking on your clit leaving your mind blank. “ah f-fuck,” you cry out, as geto’s strokes grow more intense.

“c’mon let me hear you more,” geto prompts, pulling away slightly from your pussy, his lips plump and coated from your wetness. he grabs one of your legs and hikes it over his shoulder, the angle allowing him to force his fingers into you further, curling them up in your pussy as he goes back to shoving his face in your sobbing cunt.

you grind your pussy in his face, working with him in getting you off. both of your movements were frantic, geto is eating your pussy with such eagerness, hungrily trying to drink all of your cum. “i’m close s-sugu i’m—” you choke out, feeling yourself slipping down the wall you pressed against, but geto holds you upright, his large hand keeping your thigh hooked over his shoulder and roughly pushing you up against the wall.

geto grins against your cunt, your moans and cries is a sound he didn’t realise how much he missed until he heard them now. you laboured breathing, stammered sentences told him that you were reading cum, but he just had to push you further. so he adds one more finger, sending it straight to your spot, twisting and pushing it in your pussy so hard that tears brim your eyes. he was so relentless, you always loved that about him, how he knows your body in and out, he knew exactly where to touch, and just how far he should push to have you becoming a mess for him.

you couldn’t take him anymore, so you cum, hard. your pussy releasing ropes and ropes of cum, all over geto’s fingers and his face, and he laps at it, munching all your cum with excitement. “i know you can give me more than that,” he muses, pressing his thumb down on your clit, rubbing at it aggressively as you cum. your eyes roll back, as he repeatedly flicks at your cum, and before you know it, you're squirting all over his face.

geto’s eyes widen, and he doesn’t stop playing with your pussy, until you bow your head in submission, worn out from all the cum you’ve released over him. your hands slide out of his hair, as you try and catch your breath and geto peppers your cunt and your thighs with kisses finally letting your thigh come off his shoulders. “damn your pussy’s still as sweet as ever.”

“stop with the talking,” you mumble, as you pull him up to his feet, your lips forcing their way back onto him. your hands frantically explore each other's bodies as you drag him to your bedroom, pushing him on your bed. “i can’t fucking stand you,” you mutter to yourself, your denial evident, as you straddle him, pulling his dick out of his boxers.

you pause briefly at the sight, his thick, long dick staring at you. you hear geto chuckle at your reaction, your eyes meet his with a challenging look exchanged between you, he raises his eyebrow at you, a silent dare on whether you’ll actually be able to get the control that you’re aiming to have. 

you hover over his dick, your pussy still dripping, geto bites his lip in anticipation as you tease him, slowly edging yourself down onto him. your pussy greedily, takes in his dick as you force yourself down on him as immediately fills you, stretching out your cunt with one push. you start to ride him, hard and fast, rocking your body forward as you bounce up and down on him, your hand pressing down on his stomach to keep you steady.

geto sits up, stifling a moan as he feels your cunt clench around his dick with everyone of your movements. he tries to thrust up into you, but he just can’t match the relentless rhythm you had, “f-fuck,” he exhales, a moan escaping his mouth, and you smirk —you have him just where you wanted him.

“you alright there suguru?” you mock, the grin spread across your face unmissable as you grind yourself down against him, tightening your pussy around his pole as you slid up and down. the bite on his lip hardens as he pulls it further between his teeth to suppress another moan.

but geto doesn’t submit for long, his hand slaps you across your tits and his fingers pinch your nipples, twisting and tugging them, causing you to arch your back as you wail. “d’you r-really think you run shit here?” he groans, flicking at your nipples with every word, “you’ll never be in control, not with me,” he taunts.

“oh really?” you retort, as you still continue to move your ass, meeting his hips. you can feel him start to pick up his pace, trying to match yours, his hips slightly thrusting upwards, his dick pushing into you deeper.

“yeah,” he says confidently through gritted teeth, one of his hands pulling away from your nipples and onto your ass, harshly grabbing one of your cheeks to steady himself as he drills into you further, “because you’re still my girl.” 

you still at his words, you knew he didn’t mean it but you couldn’t help but react to the name that he always used to refer to you as. geto could see your eyes become vacant, as you think back to the memories when you were truly his girl. you used to revel in that —the feeling of being his. he takes advantage of your pause, your rhythm halted as he takes over, now setting the pace as he charges his dick into you, stuffing you further. 

“suguru f-fuck you’re so—” you sob out, as he breaks down your wall, his strokes hitting your spot perfectly. your body buckles, crumbling at the force that geto was using as he repeatedly thrusts into you, his hand pushing you in further so his dick can get an even better angle in you.

“i’m so what?” he retorts, knowing you wouldn’t be able to string an answer together from the way he is fucking you dumb. geto couldn’t deny that he is getting some joy out seeing you all drunk on his dick, reduced to nothing but moans and incoherent sentences, he liked being the one to break you down. “am i still a monster, someone you can’t stand being around?”

you sloppily nod your head, trying to keep some resolve, but your efforts are pointless since all the insults and accusations you were spouting earlier are now futile, you lost your care in getting him to do the right thing, all you want now is for him to stay like this — inside of you. 

“s-shit i can’t take it a-anymore im gonna cu—” you force out, clenching yourself around little his dick hard as you feel your orgasm building up. but geto’s movements stop for a second as he pulls his dick out of you, flipping you over, your back landing hard on your bed. he leans over you, his focus fixed on you, but at this point, his eyes don’t hold the same heartache, and hurt that they did when he first stepped into your house. the geto that is looking at you now, is the one who’d always look at you everyday, ten years ago —with love and longing.

he strokes his dick down your aching pussy, teasing you with it, but just before he puts it in, his hand caresses your face cupping your chin as he says, “when i said you were still my girl, i meant it y’know?” and your lips part in surprise at his admission. “although it hurt me, when you left me, you just never stopped being my girl.”

“suguru i-i don’t know what to say,” you stammer, and you didn’t realise until he swipes under your eye, that you were crying. there was so much more to your relationship with geto than just some highschool romance, you loved another, and no one could tell you otherwise. 

“tell me that you are,” he prompts, now pressing kisses to your tear stained face, his lips moving down to yours, “tell me that you are still my girl,” he finishes in between kisses. his hopeful eyes still remain on yours, and you could feel him slowly inching his dick into you.

you wrap your legs around his back, your arms hooking around his neck as you pull his head next to yours, your mouth near his ear as you whisper, “i am still yours.” he pushes his dick back into you, his strokes deep and slow. it was different from before, there was no competition or hate between you as you fucked, you didn’t have a point to prove other than the fact that you still loved each other. 

geto’s moans are loud, he has nothing to hold back as he growls lowly in your ear. the way he holds you, and takes his time kisses you and fucking you as if he was accounting for this potentially being his last ever time doing so. “i’ll never get enough of this.”

“then don’t go,” you whine, and your words hold a deeper meaning that you both knew but won’t acknowledge knowing it is pointless to discuss any further. you pull him into you deeper, your thighs clenching around him as your hold tightens. 

the feeling of you pulling him in, has him clenching his eyes as your pussy takes him in, his mouth takes yours in a powerful kiss, before he mumbles “you gonna let me cum in you, leave you with every last bit of me.” you don’t even respond, just deepening the kiss, your head shaking in agreement.

you both cum together, geto spraying your walls as he sinks his face into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth into your exposed flesh as he continues to shoot ropes of cum inside of you. you claw at his back as you feel all of him enter you, your cum mixing with his as you cry out in full pleasure.

his forehead rests against yours, as the last bits of his cum enter you and neither of you say anything, all that can be heard is just heavy breaths coming from the both of you. you didn’t know what was to happen now, there was still so much left unsaid, unresolved and things have changed now that geto is literally stuffed inside of you.

geto is about to pull out of you finally, but you stop him muttering a faint, “stay,” and he does. he knows he had somewhere to be, things to do that are bigger than the both of you, but he just couldn’t leave when you ask him to stay. he manoeuvres your body so that you now lay atop him, comfortably cockwarming him as he thumb brushes gentle strokes down your arm.

“y’know i’ve got these two girls, who i think would love you,” he muses.

“what? did you manage to become a father whilst i was away?” you tease.

“something like that, yeah,” he mumbles, a small smile forming on his face as thoughts of nanako and mimiko flash through his mind — they’re a bittersweet reminder of the new life he’s built without you, one that you wouldn’t be able to fit in. it wasn’t that long ago that you’d have thoughts about geto fathering your own kids, dreams of somewhat of a domestic life that you’d now never get to have with him.

“well maybe i can meet them,” you say non-committedly.

“yeah maybe…” his voice falters, as you both know that it would never happen.

“do you enjoy it then?” you ask, “this ‘new’ life of yours.” you could tell just by the brief mention of nanako and mimiko and the way he carries himself that he does enjoy his life, but you were hoping that he’d still answer no.

geto hesitates for a moment, his gaze drifting to the ceiling as he contemplates your question, “i…” he begins, his gaze returning to yours, “i won’t lie. it’s different, and there’s moments i find true solace in it, this has been my life for a long time now, so it’s just something i’ve really gotten used to.”

“and you’re happy to go back to it, after this?” your question is loaded, and you feel dumb for even asking but when you did call him over to get him to not go through with his plans, of course your motivations have slightly changed, but your goal is still the same. 

 “i don’t think you should ask me to make a choice, knowing that im not going to choose you,” he grits out, he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, but 

“you’re not gonna win you know, satoru wouldn’t let it happen,” you couldn’t help yourself, the rejection he just gave you stung, and you wanted him to feel what you felt.

but geto doesn’t bite, he knows you’re hurting—that he’s the cause of it, so he lets you hurt, his hold tightening comfortably as you sulk in his arms. geto places a kiss on your temple, ignoring your comment as he concludes, “let’s just not, okay?”

geto stays with you until your breathing settles into a steady rhythm, and you don’t notice him slipping out of you. he cleans you up and tucks you into your bedsheets, giving you one final stare as if he’s trying to keep a mental image of how you look when he’s last seen you. his lips meet yours in a final, chaste kiss and he mutters a promise that he didn’t think you’d hear, but you do, stirring awake as his lips leave yours, “i’ll see you again… eventually.”

you wake up to an empty room, the warmth of geto's presence replaced by a stark emptiness. the realisation hits you like a wave of cold water – he's gone, leaving nothing behind but soiled sheets and a hollow ache in your chest. there's no note, no message, no trace of his ever being there, except for the lingering scent of him that clings to the air. you know that someone will eventually inform you of the outcome of the night, but deep down, you already suspect that his last promise to you will end up being broken.

AN: first like proper proper real juicy fic that ive written in a long time imo and its just like this took me so long since im soooo sensitive about my geto fics and im just like overly critical about my angsty and fluff and plot fics and my smut and JUST EVERYTHING but I managed to get it all done and I think some parts of this really hit hard. the ending is ofc bittersweet since if we go by canon, he goes and yuta beats his fuckinggg ass and he dies wtf but... the true ending is really up to your imagination. (not really) like dont even think about the ending just focus on the fact that they NEVER TELL EACHOTHER THAT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER BECAUSE UR SO IN LOVE THAT YOU ADMITTING THAT UR STILL 'HIS GIRL' IS ALL THE CONFIRMATION HE NEEDS. my finished an are sooo long why because I FUCKING CAN SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY, PLEASE LMK UR THOUGHTS AND SLAY ALL DAY also thank you @kazushawty and @biscuitsngravie for reading and supporting me 🥹🥹

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Rafe was a lot of things, but you'd have never thought that he was a hopeless romantic.

When you first started dating, he wasn't overly affectionate or loving per se, just like you expected him to be.

However, that all changed after he confided in you about his problems with his father. More specifically, after you caught the two of them in an argument.

He had texted you in the morning asking you to meet up later in the evening to have a sleepover, but you had arrived 2 hours earlier to surprise him.

"God damn it, Rafe!" you heard a booming voice shouting as soon as you opened your car's door.

Just as you closed it and went to get your things from the trunk, you heard glass shattering from inside.

Assuming the worst, you immediately ran inside towards the noise, which proved to be coming from the kitchen.

When your boyfriend came into your view, you couldn't help but gasp.

His eyes were bloodshot, he had a massive bruise covering his jaw, he had a busted lip and his knuckles were bloodied and bruised.

"What happened?" you asked, walking in and seeing Ward on the floor and some broken glass underneath him.

The two men looked at each other, both of them fuming.

Rafe said nothing as he took your hand and led you up the stairs to his bedroom, not saying a single word the entire time.

"Are you okay?" you asked him once you were alone in his room.

He didn't say anything but looked at you with the most broken expression you'd ever seen. He looked so small, so fragile just standing there after being to a pulp by his own father.

"No" his voice broke as he managed to utter out a single word.

You sighed and pulled him into your arms, your hands running up and down his back. He was holding onto you for dear life, like you were going to vanish from his arms in the next second.

He started sobbing into your neck, letting out everything he had been keeping bottled up for a long time. Your shirt was soaked by his tears, but you couldn't care less.

Rafe needed you and you didn't care about anything else other than him.

You stayed like that for a good 15 minutes before he started to calm down and his sobs quieted down.

"Do you want me to run you a bath? You could lay on me and just relax in the warm water" you whispered in his ear, afraid that speaking any louder would disturb the quiet atmosphere.

"Yeah, I'd like that" he said, slowly pulling away from you.

You gave him a small smile, trying to show him that you were there for him and everything was going to be okay. You weren't leaving his side until he felt better.

He gave you a smile back and leaned down to peck your lips slightly, any more contact hurting his busted lip.

You stepped out of his arms and quickly worked your way around his bathroom, lighting some candles and choosing some bath bombs to put in the water.

"Baby? The bath is ready" you told him as you stuck your head through the bathroom door.

He slowly stood up and undressed as you did the same, folding his clothes and putting them on the washing machine.

You got in the tub first and leaned against it while Rafe got in after and laid with his back against your chest.

"You're too good for me" he whispered as you kept tracing imaginary lines on his chest with your nails, trying your best to calm him down.

"No, I'm not. You deserve the best life has to offer. You're such a kind soul, baby. You came into my life and made it so much better, gave it a meaning and someone to keep fighting for. Baby, I love you so damn much, it's you and I until the end of the road. I'll always be here when you need me and you will always have my support in everything. Don't ever doubt that" you finished your speech by kissing his neck and cheek.

You couldn't see it but Rafe had tears in his eyes, but this time they were happy tears.

He never thought he would find someone who would want to be with him despite his many flaws, his anger issues, his jealousy problems, his family problems, everything.

But here you were, loving him for who he was, with his flaws and problems, with everything that he represented. And he couldn't be more grateful for you, for coming into his life and showing him that he deserved to be loved and showing him what love really was.

"I love you too, so fucking much, Y/N. I can't even understand why you are with me but I am so damn grateful you are. I can't live without you, baby. My life is not the same without you in it and I will do everything in my power to keep you and make you happy because you deserve the best. Thank you, for everything, baby"

He turned his head and kissed your lips, sealing a silent agreement between the both of you that neither of you was going anywhere.

You were in it for the long haul and nothing could change that.

Nothing and nobody could come between the two of you and your love.

Nothing.

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[mrsnancywheeler]

the lakes (3) // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.

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midnight rain

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warnings: angst, talk of mental illness and su!cidal ideations, allusions to trafficking, mentally unstable reader who's in denial, allusions to death and violence, hurt/comfort, arguments, something gets thrown in anger, terms of endearment, dreams of domestic bliss, savior complex Finnick and reader, no use of y/n, unedited

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The familiarity of the train car made you shudder. The first time its elegance had amazed you, but now it was commonplace, a trade for everything else that had been given. The escort who you'd known for years, but always blocked out because of her unmatchable insensitivity was babbling on in her overwhelming syrupy voice as your brain buzzed with anxiety. When the smashing of a glass on the train's wall brought you back to the audio of the train cab.

“Can we wait to break things until the games? After all this time, Finnick, you still need your manners." She tutted, waving her hand in the air. “Plenty of time to get the aggression out later, right now just bask in the attention. Now I'm going to go check over the mentoring plans." Her neon purple eyebrows were so animated when she spoke and the color assaulted your eyes, the click of her heels echoing she exited.

Finnick had buried his head in his hands over a counter top as you quietly knelt down to pick up pieces of shattered glass. An Avox would end up cleaning the mess later, but you didn't feel comfortable just leaving it there.

“Why can't I help you?" His voice was much softer and more broken than you'd expected. Calloused hands holding his face as he stared out the train window.

“Help me?" Your confusion was evident. "You have helped me.”

“No I haven't, I'm an enabler." He shook his head, sniffling through the tears you hadn't noticed forming, your heart cracking.

You stood, dropping the glass pieces you'd been holding to approach him. "No you're not, Finnick, enabling what? Talk to me.”

He turned to you, "Talk to me. You're always trying to take care of me, angel, and I love that about you. But you use it as an excuse to hide the fact you're not doing better.”

"I am doing better, I don't understand what you're talking about, Finnick! I understand if you're angry, I just-”

"What? You looked at Annie and thought, ‘She’s too fragile to handle this, so why don't I take it all on for her? I can handle this.’" 

You nodded, “I can! I couldn't let her- I couldn't let her die.”

“But you can let yourself?" He had raised his voice ever so slightly, but it was enough that your chest was tightening. “You're punishing yourself for what you had to do to survive when you were 17! This isn't about altruism, this is about guilt."

“I'm not selfish.” Your voice was steely, you were angry. Why was he trying to pry at things that were of no matter to the present issues? "I'm doing my part, it wouldn't be right of me not to!" 

"Nobody thinks you're selfish except yourself. You could die because you want to prove something about what happened in the arena. That arena is gone, you need to focus on the now. On your now, not mine. You want to suffer in silence, you want to focus on everybody else to make up for living.”

"Stop it, Finnick! I don't want to talk about this. Be upset with me, but there are more important things to focus on.” You refused to make eye contact as you wrapped your arms around your body. There was a rebellion to plan for, no time for a psychoanalyzation of your brain, so you needed to deflect.

“You're my wife, angel, there's nothing more important to me than that. Especially since I've done such a shitty job letting you sit there, comfort, and listen to my problems while you only ever ask to be held. Why don't you trust me?” He stepped closer to you, voice delicate.

"I do trust you.” You kept your eyes planted on the ground. He was supposed to be angry or sad, but not whatever this was.

"Then why don't you say anything after you get a call from the Capitol? Why is it always only a few minutes after your nightmares to discuss how you feel, but every other waking moment is about me? I want to protect you, I want you to stop ruining yourself over the past and let me help you like you do for me.”

“I don't want to talk about it, Finnick." You were pushing down the onslaught of tears beginning to fall down your frozen face. “Can we please, not talk about it." You whispered as you shrunk into yourself.

“We have to start dealing with it, you are self-destructive, just because you hide things doesn't mean you're better set then Annie is. You are not going to step into this arena and sacrifice yourself for someone to make up for the fact you killed Conway six years ago."

“You're being mean."

“No I'm not, I'm being honest. You won't deny it because you know I'm right, this is a suicide mission to make up for all of them. Dying the second time around doesn't bring them back and neither will anything else. But if you put yourself in danger to make up for things we all had to do to be where we are now, you'll be killing me too.” 

You began walking straight past him, to comfort and be comforted was the dance that held you which was being broken as each second passed. This was unfair, having trauma didn't make you as hurt as him or Annie. You just had natural human feelings about what had happened and reconciling for that wasn't dangerous.

“You can't just walk away when I stop coddling you for a second, this is all going to be okay, if you can recognize and let me help you heal. If we're gonna do this I need the rational version of you." He trailed behind you as you kept walking.

“I don't need to be coddled, I'm sorry if you're sick of me trying to help you and everyone else, but that doesn't mean-" You gasped for air, “I'm just, I'm trying to help, maybe I am making up for what I did. I'm just sorry and I'm trying to help because I can't bear seeing other people having that light snuffed out of them. I want you to feel safe, and Annie, and Mags, and Ondine, that helps me.”

"See we can start there, you don't have to make up for what you did. Everyone did things to survive, we were kids. I can help you if we talk about it.”

"How are you supposed to help me, Finnick? I did worse things than you did, of course I'm guiltier, I preyed on someone's mind, on their feelings for me and then I killed them. And I'm so, so sorry for it everyday of my life and I feel it gnawing at my insides. I'm sorry that he's dead. I'm sorry that I was manipulative. I'm sorry for the person's I created. I'm sorry that I lied to you. I'm sorry that you're right. I'm sorry that I need to make it go away, Finnick, and it won't go away until I give it something equal even if it means I-” You wiped the tears from your face, “Finnick, I don't talk about it because being with you is reason enough to keep my grounded most of the time. I don't need to say anything when I see you and it's an easy reminder why I'm living."

“You shouldn't want to live just because of me. I want to be there for you, but when you feel that way I need you to be honest. You don't need to atone for any things, you deserve life. If we're going to go into that arena, you need to start believing that because I will not let you die. I love you and I need you to survive, to make it through with me to the end.”

You'd stopped walking and were leaning your back against the train wall. Nodding slowly, you were exhausted.

"I know you don't believe that right now, but I will make you believe it, my love.” His hand caressed your face and the radiating warmth made your ice cold face shudder.

You stared at him in silence before you let the sobbing take over your body. " I'm sorry, I don't know how to deal with it. I want to be better, I do, but I just can't. It won't go away.” His arms enveloped you like sunshine, guarding you from everything else.

“I know, sweet girl, I know." 

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Meanwhile Haymitch had to take the initiative to begin introducing his new tributes to the pack of well known, well introduced victors. Unbeknownst to Katniss and Peeta, he would of course be pulling strings to make sure they were in close proximity or at least had the attention of certain victors for the plan being hatched.

Katniss had not seemed thrilled at the idea of Finnick, but she was rarely thrilled with anyone.

“This year we have some volunteering, which will definitely spice things up a little bit. Two couples in one game, especially when one has been adored by the Capitol for years will keep their attention." Haymitch gestured to the screen where you were sending Annie back to the line with the other female tributes.

"Didn't she also have a relationship with the male tribute last time, isn't that how she won her games?" Katniss asked.

“Yes, Capitol Princess, she is just as adored, but more tame. The less cocky side of the duo you could say."

“I bet you he's not going to protect her when it comes down to it since she did the same thing last time. He's got to know that's just how she plays the game." Katniss reasoned, doubt of everyone taking hold.

“I'd be extremely surprised if that happened, they've been with each other for years and oh-" The cameras zoomed in on the seaweed and made rings on your fingers as you held hands. “Looks like that bond has gotten ever stronger. They'll be a pair and if she does die it would be a sad day, Katniss. She's a really nice lady regardless of what she did to win at 17.”

"It's not that different from you, you just got lucky.” Peeta remarked.

“I'm just saying she wouldn't be an easy ally to trust, I mean didn't she kill all of them when it came to the end?" Katniss shrugged, leaning forward. 

“This isn't about trust, it's about survival. You need allies, even if it means they end up dead at the end, you need them to survive. You're both fresh meat, these people have built a repertoire with each other for years. You're gonna need some of them on your side for as long as you can." 

"And you want us to go with them?”

" It wouldn't be a bad idea.” Peeta shrugged, "If he's gonna protect her then we'll be protected too.”

"Yeah until we become perceived threats too.”

"Hey, I'm just laying out your options. There are 22 tributes to pick from, I know these people so I'm giving you my insight. Whether or not you decide to take it is up to the two of you.” Haymitch gestured at both of them before turning back to the screen." So District 5.”

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“Finnick, what's the plan?" You asked as you two lay in the silky sheets of the bed.

"We have to get Katniss to trust us so we can get her out of the games. We'll be able to plan more once we get there.” His hand lazily lay on your shoulder,  grazing strands of your hair.

"And you'll keep me updated? No secrets?”

"No secrets, my love.” You hummed contently as you snuggled yourself deeper into his shoulder. "When we're in the arena, you need to stick by me. They'll probably try to split us up somehow, we can't let that happen.”

"I can take care of myself if it does.” You assured.

"I know that, but I need to know that you're safe. That you're not trying to throw yourself in front of someone else to save them before you.”

"Even if it's Katniss?” You said lightheartedly.

"We need to get her out of there, but I won't let that be at your personal risk. I owe you a real wedding, remember?”

"Oh, I remember. One with a dress.”

"Any dress you want, angel. So you have to listen to what I say, just this once, and stay with me in the arena and do as I say to stay alive.”

"That's two times.” You joked. " I don't know if I'm capable of doing that.” 

“Haha, very funny." He rolled his eyes. Silence took over for a second and you closed your eyes to let yourself rest with him. “I promise we'll get out of this and you'll get the life you deserve, we deserve."

“I trust you."

“Good because I mean it. We'll have our house back overlooking the ocean where little kids will run around outside, soaking up the sun and salt air. They'll have your beautiful laugh and your hair that'll whip around as they run.”

"And you're angel eyes, plus that disarming smile. We'll have to be on the lookout or we'll always give them their way.”

“You can read to me as I fish, you can sit on your favorite rock and I'll collect you all treasures. Annie and Mags will watch them so we can occasionally sneak away to swim in the sunset." 

"Oh you've got it all planned out, haven't you?”

"Of course, my love, the perfect life we can have when we're free from all of this.”

"Then I guess I'll have to listen to you to make that happen.” You laughed tiredly, body relaxing.

"Exactly, Mrs. Odair, so I can make sure our dreams come true, that everyone gets a chance to do the same.” Oh, your sweet, sweet boy. 

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thank you all so much for reading and for all the feedback! someone mentioned wanting to see haymitch presenting them and I thought that would be a great addition so thank @almostjollypizza for suggesting that! not gonna lie this was kind of a difficult chapter to write but I hope you guys enjoyed it, I'm excited to get to the Capitol and the stuff there. I have so many ideas! likes, comment, tags, reblogs, and asks are all super appreciated, love you guys, thank you! 💋

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[soraviie]

they're possessive.txt

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━ about: angst with a side of spice, slight humour idk I just be doing shit

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NAMJOON | A greedy, spiteful, spindling arm comes up on your waist, pressing you tightly against its just as equally greedy and spiteful owner's form. While aggravating, the gesture is of no surprise. You don't even jump when the grip begins to press more on your ribs than you'd necessarily like. You drive an elbow into his side, momentarily meeting those narrowed eyes of his.

You're annoying.

I don't like him.

Am I supposed to care that you don't like him?

The argument is held entirely mute. He knows you know and you know he knows though poor Daniel — he's all together clueless.

"Hello, you must be...uh, ____________'s boyfriend? Right?"

Delicately, you snort in your palm, immediately sensing the way Namjoon's muscles tense on the other side of your blouse. The heat of his palm resting on the small of your back is scorching.

And whether it's from that or the minuscule way his jaw clenches, repeatedly coming to a brutal grind to then release only for the motion to repeat in endless circles; whether it was the tightness of the smile — there's a tight tick at the gap in the small space between his mouth curving upwards and his cheek that says he's not actually smiling despite appearing very much so — or whether it was something as simple as the fact that his eyes had been tracking your every minute for a solid piece of ten minutes now that delivers this easy deduction right in your lap.

He's into one of those moods.

There's a distinct coldness in his eye, a sort of a less than impressed expression that anyone, even someone so generally lost as Daniel could pick up on.

"We were just talking about the role of guilt and class consciousness," he trails off, squeaking slightly at the very end. You don't exactly fault him for it. Having a large man towering over you, feasibly blowing smoke out of his nose would put anyone ill at ease. "In....s-sustainability m-m-marketing. Yes."

"Smart, my ______________, right?" Namjoon chuckles to himself lowly. Daniel echoes the laugh, regardless, of how nervous the cadence of his voice is. Once again you don't fault him for it. A stranger would have no trouble believing that Namjoon's laughter is in good faith. He's honed the subtle art of being a fake a little bitch but you who knows better...well, you know better. You know that the kiss your darling — your huffing, festering, seething darling — presses upon your temple is far from good faith. The way his fingers squeeze your grip, all greed and jealousy, is so far from good faith it's downright atheist.

"They a-are," Daniel stammers, gaze flitting between Namjoon and you. Stupidly he's fallen into the trap.

"So you like my ___________?" he wilts underneath the weight of Namjoon's glare. "My ____________?"

Fed up with the nonsense, you push his hand away. His head darts to sit on the floor.

"Just go," you order Daniel and without hesitation, the coward scurries off to the dark dingy corner he came from. So perhaps you also didn't like him, it still wasn't a reason to act like that. And Namjoon knows this because though obstinate, there is a bashful glimmer that prohibits him from looking you in the eye.

"Your ____________?" you scoff. "Presumptious, no?"

"No," he spits. The lights flash overhead, a cacophony of colours that's mirrored in the dark of his stare that's abruptly grows fixated on your face. The room reeks of champagne, stale air and someone's vape smoke and this man stands in front of you — annoying, determined, aggravating and he loves you.

And because you love him just as much you let it slide with the only protest offered being an eye roll.

"You are mine."

YOONGI | "Do you...want to have a drink?"

His entire silhouette is downturned. Had you been an uninvested bystander you'd probably call his pouting expression comical because how does one manage to look that sullen in the middle of his own award ceremony. But alas you're not an uninvested bystander, you're a confused person thrown in the midst of your partner's raging emotions.

He doesn't speak for such a long time you're ready to open your mouth again, certain that he simply didn't hear your offer but then he answers, quiet and lifeless:

"No, thank you."

You observe his hands. His hands that do the speaking when his mouth cannot and unsurprisingly, you find them quite anxious. His nails rip at the bed of his skin, pulling the strips one by one. You cringe at the sight and place your palm upon his however when he fails to move, you pull back. So he doesn't want to talk.

Surreptiously, you scooch away, giving Yoongi his space but like a bullet he darts out his hand to catch you by the elbow, pulling you back down.

A singular "please don't" that dies somewhere in his throat barely manages to reach your ears, nonetheless, you oblige and the tension in his rounded shoulders eases, if a bit.

Safe to say the walk back home was awkward.

"You're..." he speaks so suddenly, you jolt hearing his voice in the otherwise deadly silent staircase. "I thought I was always the first one you sent your lyrics to?"

It's such a weird question that you stop dead in the tracks and half turn to him on the overtly glamorous stairs to his penthouse. You never did like them. And now he's standing here atop of these stairs wearing a multitude expressions that simultaneously reveal everything and nothing. The line of his mouth is set down — grim and annoyed, his eyes are turned at an angle — the one that meant trouble, deep trouble yet the look within them was sad. You'd call it insecure though never aloud knowing he didn't appreciate such a thing.

"You're the first proper person I sent them to."

"Proper," he scoffs. "Is she not proper? Standing on a stage, receiving award for the song with your lyrics."

"She wasn't back then. Back then we were just dreaming idiots while you were already a star," you justify. He doesn't seem to like the explanation.

"Those lyrics meant so much to me, you know," he breaks. Not a lot but just enough, a break in the otherwise pungent dark. "It was as though you'd pried my ribcage open and prodded at my heart. I've never felt so...bare."

Automatically, you let out "I'm sorry" despite not knowing what you're apologising for. A bad habit he'd previously chided you for. He shakes his head either saying there's no need to say sorry or rejecting it altogether.

"Are you angry with me?"

Yoongi breathes a long, strained sigh, dejectedly shaking his head.

"No...no, it's not you I'm mad at."

"Then who?"

He fails to answer, instead choosing to run up the stairs where you were starting and to your surprise taking your hand into his.

Leading you back home, he asks, all casual:

"You love me...right?"

"Of course, I do!" offended, you retort. "What kind of qu-!"

"Say it out loud."

"What?"

"Say out loud that you love me. That you're mine."

To further feign his relaxed state, he begs for this whilst punching in the code for the doors — each ding of the number dragging on and on in the stilted air of the hallway.

"Please, say it."

You give a small smile and lean into his arm. You finally get it.

"I love you and I'm yours. Don't worry."

Not much is spoken after that.

JIN | "Let's just do it, okay?"

"Huh?!"

His eyes widen, clearly mocking your outrage as lithe hands press the bowl out of your fingers, dragging you by the sleeve out of the country house. The morning is utterly fresh. Birds shriek and lilt their songs, perched just outside the window on the growing orchard, dew still glistens in the green grass and the world is at peace.

Or it was.

Before this demon decided to ruin your life.

As per freaking usual.

"I meant let's get the berries, you pervert," he dares to roll his eyes. You try to break free of his grasp but just like anchors board ships the strength of his clutch is unbreakable.

"It's 7 in the morning, Seokjin!"

"Seokjin," he echoes derisively. "No one calls me Seokjin."

"Lots of people do!"

"Then how about you don't."

"Ok, Mr Kim, whatever you say."

"That's even wor-no, actually on a second thought, I like it."

"Ugh, you're disgusting!" you snap, whilst for reasons unbeknownst to yourself still putting on shoes and a shawl. It's not like he even was your friend. The relationship you two shared in between the confusing circle of relatives, friends and acquaintances was exactly that — confusing. He was a friend of your cousin, somehow, a God's joke if anything, and hence why you found yourself be dragged by him in the rustic country house in the throes of upcoming summer. Funnily enough when he'd been introduced to you, Seokjin was presented as "shy and introverted, wouldn't hurt a fly, wouldn't speak a word". It had turned out to be the furthest thing from the truth. At least when it came to you. It was as though it was his life's mission bestowed from the ancestors to grate every single one of your nerves.

"Disgustingly handsome," he brushes off, unconcerned by your low growls and huffs of protest. Footsteps tremble the old wooden stairs underneath your butt, signaling a possible saviour.

"What are you guys up to so early?" Jae rubs the sleep out of his eyes, coming to stand before you and dropping his drooling head upon your shoulder. You welcome your head with energy never displayed before and Jin's expressions grows frighteningly lax.

"They squeezed this guy's head too hard in the military," you throw a thumb at his bristling figure. "He's lost it."

But Jin doesn't laugh instead his nose scrunches as though he'd smelt something deeply affronting all the while his eyes don't leave Jae. Suddenly he reaches to pry Jae's fingers away from your shoulder, gently albeit firmly guiding you away.

"This one needs some fresh air," he stiffly belts out and before you know it you're both out of the door. The fresh air is indeed nice — it hits you like a pleasant wall and rubbing at your tired eyes, you shuffle in the general direction where there was a splotch of green growth — raspberries, blackberries, gooseberries, though the latter Jin didn't trust at all.

You trudge along in silence, battling the thorny undergrowth along the well-trodden narrow path snaking through the field. However, the closer you get to the berries, the more fuss Jin puts up.

"They'll eat me alive!" he cries out, violently shooing away the black masses of hungry mosquitoes. "I'm too delicious to be out here!"

You perch a hand on your hip, giving him a thoroughly disapproving glare.

"If you were going to complain about coming here, why even bother?"

"Well how else was I supposed to get you all to myself?"

You think that even birds fall quiet hearing that.

"...what?"

"What?"

You both blink at each other.

"You...you want me...all to yourself?"

Jin laughs abruptly, the sound falling strained and nervous and in the soft light of the rising sun, his neck begins to glow bright red.

"Haha what nonsense," he chortles. "I see you're getting delusional, dear."

"What?!"

"WHAT?!"

Like a deer caught in headlights, Jin stands before you, hyperventilating slightly and letting the mosquitos, just as he said, eat him alive.

"Dear?" you arch an eyebrow. "I'm your "dear" now?"

"No. You're a "deer" you misheard."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"You don't make any sense."

"No, you."

"No, you!"

"What are you five years old," you mutter underneath the nose before erupting into a teasing smile, curling a finger around a non-existent strand of hair. "So you want me all to yourself, huh? How flattering."

Jin rolls his eyes, once again swinging his arms around like some crazed caveman.

"We're going home now," he orders gruffly, turning on the heel.

"Jae's at home."

At the mention of your supposedly mutual friend, his expressions grows stormy once more and reaching backwards, he wraps his fingers around your wrist.

"Then we're going somewhere else," through gritted teeth, he pushes out, legs falling and rising, creating an angry stomp to which you titter along with.

"Oooooh, so you can have me all alone?"

He casts you a wicked glance from the corner of the eye, ultimately shrugging at the suggestion.

"Not really, I left the condom at home. But if you feel risky I'm down."

HOSEOK | After the fourth hour of being forced to listen to rock music at ear-splitting volume, Yoongi had enough and with an egregious sigh of displeasure, he rolled out of his studio and went to Hoseok's cave of misery.

Without knocking, he opened the doors, nearly crumbling from the force of the bass.

"DO YOU MIND NOT MAKING EVERYONE DEAF?!"

Very slowly as though pulled from a deep haze, Hoseok turned around, blinked for a while and only then understood the request.

"Sorry," he muttered, turning down the volume.

Yoongi examined him before letting out another sigh.

"If you're that worried about __________'s ex just tell them to dump the stupid reconciliation thing and return home."

"That's not what I do."

"And what do you do, Hoseok? Suffer in silence?"

The lone figure, illuminated only by the cold light of the laptop before him, didn't answer and Yoongi didn't prod any more.

"Just don't end up regretting it."

With those words reverberating through his head, Hoseok found himself running through the downtown streets, in search for even a sliver of you. A strand of hair, the corner of your jacket — anything. When at last he did, he found you happy, in the arms of another.

No.

No, he doesn't think so.

"You're so sweet," you muttered into his neck as he let himself be angry, glaring hatefully at the dark ceiling. The grip he had on both of your hips will undoubtedly leave bruises but selfishly he couldn't bring himself to care. If anything he wanted more. People couldn't be trusted, they would try and with him being away so much...why shouldn't he mark you up all nice and pretty so people who didn't deserve you wouldn't bother you...

He digs his fingers deep into the flesh.

"Wrong thing to say," Hoseok growls. "I'm really pissed off."

"What I mean is you have nothing to worry about," you defend hastily as you cup his face in your palms. Hoseok would like to say he felt so much better, that the little monster clawing on his chest would be satiated with the sacrifice but it was far from so. "I'm yours and only yours."

"Well, obviously I know that. How about we make sure others know that as well?"

JIMIN | The slam of both doors comes at a perfect time, creating a singular, decisive cannon shot of "BANG" and then there was silence. In times like these, you praised your past self in choosing the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. You doubted you could go out there - in the cold and heartless battlefield.

It was in the middle of the night, in the midst of a restless, frowning sleep that you hear the bedroom doors crack open. The left upper hinge was faulty, it creaked too much every single time. You always promised to take a look at it but in the end you never did.

Cautiously, fearing your wrathful outburst, a hand brushes over the covers and a warm weight evens the other side of the bed. He knows you're awake and he knows you know but still for a moment you pretend to sleep. An apologetic kiss is pressed against your jaw line; those two hands, now emboldened by your inaction come to rest around your form, wrapping you up like spiders did the witless flies flying into their webs.

"Why are you like this?" you ask him, not daring to give even a single glance backwards. It was always easier to speak if Jimin remained faceless. "Have I ever given you a reason to distrust me? To check me like this?"

"You know it's not yo-"

"Don't tell me "it's not you but me". That's bullshit."

"But it is me," he argues, blowing a harsh exhale of working up anger. It moves your hair and you sink tiredly into the mattress.

Two hands sneak their way underneath the covers, finding the warm flesh and then pressing it closer into him like he wants to mould you into him. Create one creature out of two.

"I'm sorry," you can hear the wistful sadness in his voice. "Do you think I'm crazy?"

"No. Not crazy. Just...lonely. Complicated."

"Complicated," Jimin echoes with a faint mutter. "Are we..."complicated"?"

"I don't know what we are."

Silence envelopes the room until at last you gather enough courage to look at him, settling on the other hip. The room is dark so it's hard to see and know for certain but you know it. Like a piece of some inherent knowledge stored in the marrow of your bones, you know the expressions marring his face. Anger — churning and acrid, loneliness — bitter and all enveloping.

Adoration — suffocating and sickening.

Yearning — stinging and all consuming.

Wish for you to live better than this, have better than these meaningless arguments spinning round and round with no reprieve — soft, selfless, devoted.

Jimin was all around a confusing man as if whoever made him didn't know how much to put into him so they poured everything into this one person and so he was everything.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" you sigh, tracing the side of his cheek. Readily he accepts the slight touch, nuzzling into it like a stray cat would after overcoming the initial fright fueled by disappointing past.

"Be gentle with me, please. Be kind."

"You were not kind."

His gaze darts downwards, embroiled in deep shame.

"I don't share. I don't want to share," spitefully, he mumbles, brows coming to knit together in a frown. "Why should I? You're mine. Only mine. Like I'm only yours."

"I don't get jealou-"

"But I want you to."

A pause. His fingers come up to lay upon your palm where he intertwines your fingers, perhaps so you couldn't escape. Not that you even considered.

"I want you to be jealous. I want you to be possessive. Just like I am. So I wouldn't feel guilty," he pulls in a shuddering breath, almost chickening out but then saying it after all. "So I would feel wanted."

"Oh, Jimin," you breathe yet another sigh but decide to not argue anymore.

TAEHYUNG | Whilst the legs clamping down on yours and preventing you from making a grandious exit of his apartment, doors slamming shut and everything, are present, a clearly discernible expression on his face is extremely lacking.

With features carved of stone, Taehyung sits on the other couch, pretending you were not even there, save for the occasional muscle flexing in his legs to keep yours locked in between his. For over an hour not a word was spoken, not a glance exchanged. Even Tannie grew fed up with the display and took his nap to the plush bed in the corner.

"This is ridiculous," you scoff, once your tailbone began to feel too numb. "My moving in was supposed to put an end to your...episodes."

He doesn't speak but you could almost swear that the vitriolic way his lips curl, he was mutely mocking your choice of words.

"It's like you're depressed."

"I am depressed," obstinately, he agrees, voice rumbling a low, irritated register.

"What for?"

"Well, I guess I just find it hard to get past the fact that the love of my life, my moon and stars," he accentuates the words with an intention you're too annoyed to grasp. "One who has agreed to be my spouse one day keeps flirting with a man clearly infatuated with them."

"Oh, for the love of god," you cry out, throwing your hands up in the air. "Yes, he has a thing for me but I shut it down. I known him since we were kids!"

"No, please, rub it in some more," theatrically, Taehyung grumbles. "Rub in the fact that we we raised different and that I lost so much time with you for no other reason than our mothers popped us out on two separate geographical locations."

"Did your mother also drop you a lot?" you hiss. "Because there has to be a clinical explanation why you're so...so...!"

"So what?" utterly calm, he cocks an eyebrow at you and you know you had swam into deep, infested waters but still you spit it out.

"So...possessive! I hate you!"

You whip around, arms crossed, determined to sulk for a year if needed.

"Hate me?" Taehyung laughs but there is no mirth to be had or reflected be it his voice, posture or gaze. "As if. You're sitting here in between my legs not forcing me away, not even trying to set yourself free because...you hate me?"

You loathe it when he's baseless and even more when he isn't.

"Would you let me go then?" you spite him but he meets your disdain in equal if not surpassing measure.

"Let you go?" he inclines his head as if the suggestion in itself is ludicrous. "No, I don't think so."

"How dare you?!"

"Perhaps I phrased it the wrong way," firmly, he stares you down. You were fairly sure there were more agreeable cliffs you could rather take on. "I mean it would be entirely pointless for me to let you go or for us to part since we both know you'll come crawling back to me and I'll be doing the same. The end result never changes so why waste our time?"

Ah, yes, the breakup. The one forbidden topic no one ever brought up. The one that whenever just mentioned made Taehyung cry and you grow red with rage. Thus you rage.

"Well do you want to repeat that? Is that what you want by acting like this?!"

But Taehyung doesn't even bat an eye.

"I understand your outrage," he states coldly. "But whatever the reason, you and I will sort out our differences and live happily ever after."

"Is this you sorting things out?!" you let your voice rise into a painful shriek, pointing heatedly at where he'd folded his legs over yours, prohibiting you from simply storming out. After a prolonged stare down, languidly he lets up, putting his hands up in a supposed defeat. Though it sure felt like a bout of attitude.

"There. You're free now. Want to run away?"

"I'm not the one who runs away."

His jaw clenches in a death grip and for a second the pain in his face, makes a person you knew best entirely unrecognizable.

"Okay, you want the truth? You want the hard, honest truth?"

"If you're even capable of that," you sneer.

"The fact is everyone in your life, including your mother has told me, to my face that I'm not worthy of you. That I'll never be right enough for you. That I'm stealing you away from your beautiful, pre-determined path of being with your childhood best friend. Of staying in your home. And seeing how hard you struggle to fit in here, I realize that I'll never be enough. I'll never be able to soothe your aches that I myself caused by bringing you here. So I shout to the world, to them, to myself, to you that you're mine because lately I'm beginning to feel like each passing moment you're slipping through the cracks of my fingers. I'm getting desperate and that's why I'm depressed. Is that so unreasonable?"

By the end of it, his chest is heaving up and down, barely gathering enough breath to power through the breakdown. You wet your dry lips, sinking listlessly into the sofa.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

He drops his head on the backrest, lips curling downward. He really is depressed.

"Despite how I may feel about them, you still love all of these people. They're your support system, one I cannot replace. I just wanted you to be happy."

You sit on your respective ends, mulling your own thoughts. Still sulking, you touch his pinky, curious if Taehyung will accept the gesture. He doesn't look at you but immediately his own little finger wraps around yours.

JUNGKOOK | "You're a caveman!"

"Whatever."

"A chauvinist!"

"Sure."

You hit him square in the chest. It does fuck all.

"Gym rat," you mumble sullenly, begrudgingly accepting your bitter fate of being used as a pillow. It's not like you had even plans to go anywhere but finding yourself restricted because of this weirdo was completely different than just simply being lazy.

"That's not even an insult."

"I feel like a hero trapped by a creepy villain," you continue to fuss but Jungkook who has all of his limbs wrapped around you like a human cage appears mighty relaxed. His eyes are closed, there's a smirk playing on the ends of his lips, threating to burst at any given moment and at times it even seems he'll fall asleep.

"If that's what you feel."

"Jungkook, you're seconds away from going full Golumn!"

"Was he really that problematic? Or should other people mind their own business more and not interfere into the domestic lives of others? What's mine is mine. I would also hate having you be lugged away to a mountain to defeat some evil edgelord."

You cry out — defeated. With a content sigh, Jungkook can feel your body relax in his hold.

"You're impossible."

"Listen, babe, I told you I'm a lot to handle. I'm not legally liable for the consequences of your own actions."

Breathing right into his Adam's apple you curl your palms, briefly considering into pinching him. Painfully.

"You sly son of a-"

Jungkook presses a palm over your mouth with a throaty laughter.

"Let's get along with your future mother-in-law, why don't we?"

Spitefully, you lick at his palm but the only thing it causes is laughter.

"Good idea," much to your horror, he licks a bold strip along your collarbone. Your palms relax from the sheer shock of his actions as your nose crinkles in disgust at the sudden wetness alongside your flesh.

"Gross."

"Just fluids, babe," he points out and settles deeper into the covers, arms restlessly caging you in. From the very moment he first came home, pushed all his weight on top of you with an incoherent "miss you" they hadn't eased.

Still, you suppose this was some sort of progress from the temper he worked up in the earlier days. Recalling your little storm cloud and how he would thunder when threatened made you almost smile. In retrospect, it was just him being...really in love. The way he explained it, was that at times it simply overwhelmed him — this love he held for you. Hence why despite your grumbling and grousing, both you and him knew you weren't against it. It made you feel...wanted. And though you supposed someday in the future, the matter would have to be looked at by a therapist, currently you decided to sleep. His embrace was so warm after all.

And then in the border between wakefulness and sleep, there comes his soft voice, softly clinging to the background of your mind.

"You know you could kill me and I think I'd still love you," he chuckles lowly to himself, pressing a cheek against the crown of your head all the while softly swaying you both to rest. Unproblematic, gentle rest. "You're a bit terrifying in that way."

"I wouldn't do that," you deny hazily, your mouth falling open against his shirt. You always drool on it and he never complains.

"I know."

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[hischierswhore]

hiii, could you write some angst to fluff with nico?

like maybe they into a big argument, but end up resolving everything

thaankss🫶🏼

jealousy is a good thing

pairing: nico hischier x bff!reader

a/n: hi anon! i kind of steered away from the whole 'argument' plotline but i think this turned out cute?? idk.

You were currently at some party with Nico and the rest of the team. You were talking to Luke when you excused yourself to go grab a water bottle, as you suddenly felt the urge to drink some water. On your way to the fridge, you saw the worst sight possible: Nico chatting away with Y/bff. This wasn't the first time you'd witnessed the two together. They looked comfortable in each others presence, which made you feel kind of weird for some reason.

As much as you loved Nico and he was one of the most adorable people on earth, it still bothered you seeing him hanging out with someone other than you.

You'd grown to have a massive crush on Nico, your best friend of 4 years. You'd become friends when he started playing with the Devils, and had slowly fallen in love with him ever since. The biggest issue was that you couldn't bring yourself to tell him how you felt because you didn't want to risk losing him.

So now here you were, watching Nico act all happy and close to Y/bff, thinking about what you should do. Tell him how you feel? Go talk to Y/bff? Confront both of them? All these thoughts flew through your head in seconds, causing your mind to run rampant.

You were lost in thought when a hand grabbed yours from behind. You turned around to see Nico smiling at you. He handed you a water bottle and you smiled back as you muttered a quiet "Thanks" before heading off towards Luke once again, leaving Nico standing next to the fridge confused.

He stared at you as you walked away, but his face soon returned to its normal expression as he continued to chat with Y/bff.

They pair continued chatting the night away and you just didn't want to be there anymore. Not knowing what to do, you headed home early to avoid being a third wheel. Once you arrived home, you got ready for bed and cried yourself to sleep at the thought of your love for Nico not being reciprocated.

You woke up in the middle of the night to someone rubbing your back. You slowly opened your eyes and realized it was Nico, who was gently rubbing your back in an attempt to wake you.

You sat up slightly and rubbed your eyes as you yawned, "What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to see if you're okay. You left the party and didn't tell anyone" He replied as he pulled away from your back. He noticed the faint tear marks on your face, even though the room was dark. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Nothing really, I was just tired." You lied. It was true you weren't tired, you were crying yourself to sleep at the fact that you liked Nico more than he liked you. He was probably trying to comfort you by waking you up, not realizing that he was actually making you feel worse.

He nodded as he let out a small sigh. He sat down on the edge of your bed as he began to play with your hair, "Are you sure you're alright? You seem like you aren't yourself."

"I'm fine, Nico. Just go back to the party and talk to Y/bff again or something" You replied quietly as you tried to ignore the confusion in his voice. You knew Nico cared about you, but it was only a friendship. No matter how much you wanted it to be more, you knew it wouldn't happen.

There was a silence that filled the pitch black room, that is until Nico reached for the lamp on your bedside table and turned the dim lights on. You could finally see Nico's face, and he could see yours in much better detail.

"Y/bff? What are you talking about?" Nico asked as he looked into your eyes. Your cheeks were bright red and you were nervously avoiding eye contact.

"It doesn't matter. Just leave me alone" You snapped as you curled up into a ball and you felt the first fresh tear land on your cheek. You hated this part of being in love with someone; dealing with the rejection when they didn't return your feelings.

The tears started flowing once again as Nico brushed his hand up and down your back, attempting to soothe you. But he failed miserably, because instead of calming you down, it only caused you to cry even harder.

Nico felt his heart breaking into a million pieces as he watched you wither away in front of him.

"Y/n please talk to me. What's going on?" Nico pleaded as he lightly shook you. You slowly opened your eyes and glanced over at Nico, noticing the hurt look in his eyes.

"Just go back to the damn party and talk to Y/bff, since she's apparently caught your eye lately" You snapped before rolling over onto your stomach.

Nico was silent for a few moments as he stared at you, wanting to know why you said those words to him.

"You think I'm into Y/bff?" He asked with a sad tone. "Is that what this is about?"

The silence on your end spoke volumes. The way your body language changed gave it away, and it killed Nico to hear the truth spoken aloud.

Nico's heart dropped to the floor as you sobbed uncontrollably into your pillow. He hated that he was the reason behind your tears. Tears ran down your cheeks as you buried your face into the soft material. A lone tear rolled down his cheek and landed on your arm, causing you to stop sobbing and turn to look at him.

"I'm not into Y/bff, you know" He whispered.

You hesitated to answer him as you gazed at his face, desperately trying to figure out what to say.

"But you've both been super chatty lately and hanging out a lot more" You finally uttered.

"Well I didn't want to have to tell you but she's been giving me dating advice on this girl I like" Nico confessed.

"And the last thing I want is for the girl I’m after to think I'm going after her other best friend, especially considering me and this girl are best friends." Nico continued.

You froze, unable to speak. Your mind went completely blank as you listened to Nico explain what was going on. The last thing you expected was for Nico to actually reveal that he was into you. Was he serious? Had he always been into you? You felt faint as you thought about everything that just happened.

When you finally regained control of your senses, you quickly turned to face Nico. There was no mistaking the large smile plastered across his face. You blushed deeply as you attempted to fight back your emotions.

"What?" Nico asked with excitement.

"Do you mean it?" You squeaked.

Nico laughed as he nodded vigorously. "Of course I mean it!"

Your heart soared as you smiled brightly at Nico, reaching forward to hug him. He embraced you tightly as you continued to cry, this time tears of joy.

After another minute, you broke apart from each other. Nico looked at you with the goofiest face possible.

"Were you jealous, schatzi?" He teased.

You rolled your eyes, "Shut up."

He chuckled as he patted your shoulder, "It's okay to admit it, sometimes jealousy is a good thing."

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[zablife]

This look he has just reeks of touch my wife one more time and I'll raise hell. Or reader is shy (and married to Tommy) and is trying not to be rude + moving to stop the touches on her arm. Tommy sees if they keep doing it before he intervenes

Tommy watching you do just anything at home

John pretending to read but watching you tell a someone off. Also him waiting to see if the guy does something

Sorry 😅idk what to do with myself

Tysm for the ask, darl! I love all of these amazing ideas! Protective Tommy makes me feral and that look in the 2nd GIF is pure sunshine. However, I've written loads of Tommy requests recently so I'll show John some love.

Place Your Bets

"You there!" a mean looking drunk shouted over the din of the betting shop. You didn't bother looking up from your desk as you concentrated on taking a customer's bet over the telephone.

Undeterred, the man slowly clomped toward you, swaying as he walked. He approached wreaking of whisky and body odor and you hung up as quickly as possible to shoo him away. Rising from the desk you motioned to the back of the queue, closer to the doors where the stench would be carried away with the breeze. "You'll have to wait your turn," you informed him tersely.

"I know you," he said with a sneer, showing off a row of rotten, yellow teeth. "You was the lass who took my bet last week."

You turned away, unsure how the poor sod had placed his bet and not caring in the slightest.

"I'm talking to you!" he shouted and you turned with fire dancing in your eyes as he dared to continue. "You gave me that rubbish tip about Monaghan Boy!" he said, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve.

"Gonna let your missus handle that one?" a secretary asked as she passed John's desk.

John lowered his paper as he shrugged, "Why not? She can take care of herself better than half the men here," he said, voice swelling with pride. He grinned to himself as he thought of all the times you'd bested him in an argument and counted himself lucky someone else was on the receiving end of your temper for once.

"He must have been off his tits! Came in dead last," the man grumbled to you.

"You'd know something about that, eh?" you countered, snickering as you pushed past him to gather a few papers.

"What did you say to me?," the man asked, puffing out his chest.

"Oh, God, this is going to be good," John said with a slight giggle. He could tell by your folded arms and the way your foot began to tap rapidly against the floorboards you were properly angry now.

You whipped around, annunciating your words as if he were a complete idiot, because he was. "I said you're a fucking drunk who made a shit bet so don't come in here and throw a wobbler like a bloody child!"

Sitting back to watch the drama unfold from behind his paper, John snickered as he listened to you give the man a tongue lashing. The man retaliated calling you a cunt.

John sucked in a breath. "Ooh, I wouldn't call her that, mate!" John commented to no one in particular, shaking his head. He kicked his feet off the desk and leaned forward slightly to see how you would return the insult.

You wagged a finger in the man's face, half his size, but berating him as though you were equally matched. "Call me that once more and I'll cut ya, ya filthy animal! Don't fuck with me!"

That's when John saw the man reach out to grab you by the arm and he was on his feet in seconds, pounding the floorboards menacingly. He pinned the man to the wall, narrowing his eyes at the bastard who dared lay a hand on you, asking, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The man could only gurgle in response as John held him by the throat.

You brushed your sleeve, noting the dirt he'd left behind with a frown before collecting yourself and lightly placing a hand on John's shoulder. He turned to look at you, eyes softening, but grip remaining firm.

"Can I borrow your blade, darling? Left mine in me other skirt," you said, voice as thick and sweet as honey.

"Of course, love," he said, handing it over with a quick kiss.

"Wait, wh-what's sh-she going to do with that?" the man stuttered, too afraid to move.

"Cut your balls off, I reckon," John replied. Breaking out into a shit eating grin, he reached up to smack the man on the cheek a couple of times. Then he pulled back to take in the look of horror as he snorted, "Nah, just take your eyes. She's a blinder after all and she did warn ya not to fuck with her."

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[norrisleclercf1]

I’m Claiming You

Pairing: Toxic!Charles x Bestfriend!Reader

Rating: R

Warnings: SMUT, toxic, possessive, fuckboi Charles, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), p in v (wear a condom people), you slap Charles, rough sex, improper portals of sex, improper portal of Charles, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, slight breeding kink??, unhealthy relationship, red flag behaviour

Synopsis: you push Charles too far, way too far

It was well known that Charles was gorgeous; you knew that, having grown up with him most of your lives together. Charles held no shame to his looks and body, loving to show them off at the appropriate times. But, it still made you stare at him when you two were together on his yacht, especially since he was tan and looked so damn good smiling and laughing.

You kept it to yourself, but you always had feelings for Charles, feelings you knew you couldn't tell him. He’d never gone for you; you weren't the easy girl who didn't care who she was with, unlike you. You weren't like the girl who always hung around the guys, just wanting to brag about sleeping with an F1 driver. Charles didn't say he wanted to take advantage of the women who made it easy, but you knew whenever you saw a new girl on his arm and was gone after a couple of days.

You kept silent about the girls as you just laid out in the sun enjoying the warmth until you felt a shadow over you; with a slight eye-opening, you saw your friend's teammate, Carlos Sainz. Charles had invited Carlos, Pierre, Max, Lando, and a couple of other friends to join on the yacht and enjoy their break together.

“Can I help you?” A slight smile shows on your face, which has Carlos mirroring the smile.

“Nope, I saw you by yourself and figured I'd come by and see what you were doing.” Carlos sits down next to you, taking note of the way Charles and some of the other drivers are watching.

“Now?” You ask, sitting up. Carlos's eyes can't help but land on your chest and your confidence flaring up and purposely angling, so they look fantastic.

“Yeah, Charles seemed busy, and you were up here alone. Thought I'd keep company.” he pulls his eyes away from your chest to look you in the eye.

Carlos’s eyes were gorgeous, like warm pools of brown sugar and honey mixed into one another. You notice how Carlos moves closer, which has you biting your lip and thinking about tanning without some tan lines.

“Carlos, I was just about to take my top off to tan. You sure you want to stay?” You tease not being severe.

The Spaniard looks up at you and down before breaking out into a giant smile and shaking his head, and leaning over to kiss your cheek, which has their flame.

“Easy, y/n, trying to make me jealous? Or someone else?” He asks, which has you turn your head slightly to see Charles's eyes connect with yours.

No wonder you felt the need to squirm, Charles was full-on glaring at the both of you, but you knew it was simply because Charles hated when the other drivers would talk to you. You didn't think much of it since Charles has always been overprotective of his childhood friend.

“No idea what you're talking about, Carlos.” you try to brush it off but start to shift under Charles’s stare.

“Really? Because the glare im receiving makes me want to die.” He moves closer, and you do too.

Carlos was the first driver to approach you, not afraid to push the limits, you two never got together, but whenever you were lonely and Charles had a girl, you'd go to Carlos. It wasn't right to him; he was a sweet man who was supportive and didn't judge you for your choices. Of course, arguments have broken out over Charles; some time ago, Carlos figured out your feelings for the man.

“Carlos, leave it be; he doesn't care for me, see.” you point out, a blonde girl climbing into his lap and mouths messed together, making you cringe slightly.

“Easy, Amorcito, im just saying you deserve better.” He mumbles, leaning in his nose and bumping yours.

You can't resist and kiss the Spaniard back; his hand trails up your neck, fingers weaving into your sunkissed hair. Melting into him, you pull away and peck his lips before laying your head on his chest.

“I wish-” but he cuts you off by leaning up and kissing you again.

“Don't Y/n, I know already.” He lays back down as you both talk, hands drifting once in a while to your top, making you giggle.

Your laughter floats down to the deck, which has the guys looking up once in a while, one of those moments was when Carlos leans down to kiss you again, which has the guys slightly look at Charles.

They could tell he was slowly reaching his breaking point, the girl on his lap long forgotten about as his jaw ticks tighter and tighter with each giggle and touch. The girl whines, trying to get his attention, but he keeps his eyes on them the entire time.

“Carlos and Y/n are cute together,” Lando mentions having not seen Charles's reaction to what was happening on the sundeck.

“What?” Charles snaps, making Lando look up, utterly clueless about the issue.

“Yeah, they're cute together. I was wondering when they’d be open about their relationship, considering they been sneaking around with each other for a while.” Lando shrugs and cusses, having lost at ping pong against Max, who laughs and serves again for a new game.

Not caring, Charles shoots up the girl, falling into a pile of yelps.

“What the fuck, Charles!” she snaps but doesn't get a response watching the driver bolt upstairs, not even caring anymore, seeing red at the thought of his girl with someone else.

Charles moves up to the sundeck and stops seeing how your top was slowly being untied by Carlos and losses it. Grabbing a towel, he throws it on top of you and yanks you up.

“Fucking hell, y/n, stop being a damn whore.” He snarls, not even giving Carlos time to react before you tumble down below into a private room.

“Let me go, Charles, right fucking now!” you say, slapping him across the face, the both of you frozen. You had let go of the towel, your bikini top now on the ground, but you didn't care at the moment.

“How dare you touch me like that? Im not your fucking property. Don't you ever touch me again.” you move to get past him, but Charles pushes you back onto the bed, fury burning in his eyes.

“You think it's cute to fuck around with my friend? Teammate? Touching, kissing, he was ready to take your top off and almost fuck you in front of us; you're lucky I was there to stop it.” Charles spits and pins your arms down, trying to escape his grasp, but his weight prevents you from ever getting out from under him.

“So what? You fuck anything with a pussy, but caring who or what is around. Honestly, Charles, you are nothing but some fuckboi who doesn't care who he hurts; it's pathetic. Maybe I wanted to fuck Carlos! At least he pays attention to me!” you scream and start to squirm your arms, trying to break his hold.

“You’ll never fuck anyone else; you're fucking mine. Mine.” He growls and pins you down again before kissing you.

You freeze, eyes growing round, feeling Charles's lips on yours. Your brain kicks up, and you moan, relaxing in his hold, feeling his bare chest against your chest. He pulls away, his pupils now wide and chest heaving up and down quickly.

“Char-” but your mouth becomes covered again as his tongue moves slowly in your mouth. You always heard the rumors of his skills, but fuck, was it intoxicating to taste him.

Charles moves, pressing his body more into you, your squirming having made him hard; he pulls back slightly and nips your lips before going to your neck. Biting into your skin, a hiss parts your lips arching up into his body, grinding more into him.

“Gonna mark your skim, let Carlos and the others know damn well who you belong to.” He whispers in your ear before biting your ear lobe and sitting up, staring down at you.

You were a mess, hair messy, skin flushed, and lips bruised and red from the kisses. Charles scans your body before settling on your tits and smirks, his forefinger and thumb pinching one of your nipples, making you arch up, choking on a moan.

He loved hearing those sounds; he's cummed to your sounds before. There was a night he came over without telling you and caught you in the shower, the shower head pressed tight against your pussy. You were whimpering his name, almost like you were picturing his face between your legs, and you were.

He left soon after watching you cum; skin flushed from the high heat of the water; now he'd be able to bring that go a reality.

“Charles,” you whine, trying to rub your pussy against his obvious boner.

“Shhhh, baby, im getting there; we aren't going to rush this.” he groans, arching down, watching your bottom form a little wet spot as he rubs himself between your slight folds.

“Please...please, it hurts,” you whine, not caring if you sounded pathetic; you needed this, you craved this, fuck, it was your drug.

“Beg some more.” he groans, his fingers skimming both sides of your hip, goosebumps raise, his fingers cold. He chuckles, seeing your tits perk up even more, and watches as he pulls your bottoms off.

He groans lowly, seeing his wet and tan you were, fuck your skin glowed compared to the small patch of skin that wasn't kissed by the sun, but it was about to be kissed by him.

“Charles, please, fuck, I need you. Please, you my drug, and I want my high. Please, fuck me into a mess, make me yours.” You whimper, and Charles smirks and dives down, hooking your kegs over his shoulders.

You could've cummed right then with the sight of his face buried between your pussy. His eyes are burning into you, his golden skin making him look like a Greek god. Charles's tongue wastes no time splitting you open, his lips sucking in your clit, not caring if he was messy; he needed you, wanted to taste you.

“Charles!” you gasp, arching up into his mouth, bucking as if you've never had an orgasm before. His large hands push your hips down and pull away, kissing your thigh.

“Don't rush me; I've wanted to eat you for years, don't take this away from me.” He kisses your clit, before going back to work.

He feels a burn-in sensation on his scalp and smirks, your fingers pulling his hair as you grind harder against his tongue.

“M close.” you whimper, head spinning and body unable to handle the pleasure he was giving you.

“Cum for me.” He whispers and sucks your clit before scrapping his teeth against the sensitive bud, bringing you over the edge. You shake, hips still rubbing against his lips coming down from the high. Charles pulls away and discards his swim trunks, his hands massaging your legs.

“Y/n, I don't have a condom.” He cusses in French, which has you huffing and weighing your options.

“I'm clean,” you whisper, which has Charles's eyes snap to yours, that lust and hunger burning brighter now.

“What?” voice caught in his throat, not believing what he was about to do. He always dreamed of fuckin you, how you’d be warm and coil around him, sucking the very life out of him.

“I'm clean; if you're clean, then I don't care, Jesus; just fuck me as you own me, Charles,” you whisper, sitting up, legs wrapping around his waist. You feel him twitch between your legs and smile, loving the way you affect him.

“I do own you ma salope.” You shiver at his word choice.

Charles smirks and pulls you closer before slowly positioning himself to enter you. You swallow thickly and feel yourself freezing up, making you stiff in his arms. Charles stops and looks up seeing the fear in your eyes and pulls away hands soothing your hair.

“Dont leave.” you humble catching him off guard, he catches himself and looks you dead in the eye.

“I won't leave, once I enter you, you're mine, body, soul, heart, pussy.” he whisper the last part kissing your neck. “You’ve always been mine, trust me, when I fuck you, you’ll never get rid of me.” he doesn't give you a chance to respond before he slides into you, with one single stroke.

Charles wasn't necessarily significant, but he was of average size, but his girth was no joke; you felt that burn of the stretch, breathless from the slight pain.

He gives you a moment before he feels the way you melt and starts with a quick stroke, he moves standing up and moves and enters you quickly again. He can't help but stumble backwards holding you against him.

“I'm gonna fuck you against the wall ma salope, like the dirty girl you are.” he groans and flips you around the leverage having him start slamming into you.

“Fuck! Yes!” With your legs around his waist, he can angle himself perfectly into you. His thrusts are harsh and quick, but he moves, to drop you before shoving you down on the bed. Your back is arched as he stares at your swollen pussy wet from his mouth, your orgasm. He moves and slams back into, you and reaches around pulling you up by the neck hand squeezing it making yin see stars with the way his hand engulfs your throat practically claiming you.

This time his thrusts are deep but slow drawing it out of, you, the whines, whimpers, the begging of wanting to cum. He tried too hard to draw this out, but you held onto him tight; he loved how you felt, never wanting to leave.

“Cum in me, please, Charles. Claim me, im yours, only yours.” you cry, unable to hold off the orgasm much longer, which has Charles groan, picking up his pace yet again, slowly losing control.

He falls, his body wrapping around yours as he fucks into you like a starved animal; he freezes, feeling your pussy clamp down on him as you cry out, muscles spasming from the intense orgasm. When you let him go slightly, he fucks fast and feels his release, his powers locking up as he spills into you, loving the way you shake from the way he cums in you.

You are his, no matter where and who you were with; at the end of the day, he was the only one to claim you.

“Charles.” you groan, feeling sticky and exhausted.

“I'm not leaving.” He whispers, refusing to pull out, wanting to keep you here. He moves you slightly and lays down next to you.

“You're still inside me.” You mumble, shifting around.

“Damn right I am because at the end of the day, im the only one who'll fuck you like the whore you are, remember that.” He whispers, kissing you deeply.

This was going to end poorly, you knew this, but right now, you didn't care for the signs of how dangerous this was going to be when it all ended, one of you weren't going to survive this, you just weren't sure which one it would be.

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[milkmanxreader]

１

"Isn't the new milk man just a dreamboat?"

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You hummed quietly to yourself as the feather duster swept over everything it could reach. Robert was out for his work, and you couldn't have been more happy. You liked when he was gone, after all. In the background, a phonograph played a slightly older, yet sweet tune. "Heartaches", by Al Bowlly. Robert didn't much care for the tune, but you found it simply darling.

A lot of the songs you had were a bit older, mostly from the '30s and '20s. But you could've cared less about the age of them.

Suddenly— a gentle, yet firm knock on the door shot you out of your thoughts. For a moment you fretted it was your husband, but he wouldn't have knocked. Upon realizing that it must've been the milk man, you sighed, making your way to the door.

The milk man was such a.. interesting man, broad shouldered, short. You opened the door— now who was this?

Instead of seeing the broad shouldered, short, blonde haired man who typically wore some grin standing in front of you, your eyes met with tired dark, dark brown eyes. He was a bit taller than you, with a long nose, a thin chin, and brown hair which was, mostly, covered by the hat you'd grown used to seeing. Only now on a different face.

Despite yourself, you had to admit the man was eye-candy. Face going a light shade of pink, you tilted your head to the side a bit, looking confused.

"Uh.. hello?" you said, though it came out sounding more like a question than you perhaps intended. The man jut out his arms, frightening you a bit. In his hands was the milk crate. "..Right!" 

Although the silent man was.. seeming to be a bit odd, he was quite cute.

You took the crate, "So, stranger," you said, smoothing out the apron you wore with your free hand, "what's your name?"

The cute milk man stared at you expectantly, before speaking in a tired, drawn out voice.

"Francis. Francis Mosses."

He took off his hat and bowed a little, a gesture which caused your cheeks to flare a rosy red, and a giggle to escape from you. "I like your name," you complimented honestly. Francis nodded, murmuring a 'thank you'.

"I'm {Y/N} {L/N}." You introduced yourself with a growing smile. He put his hat back on, shot you a nod and without another word, walked back to his truck.

What a dreamboat.

Once the door was shut, you couldn't contain the big grin from forming on your face. Such a handsome, mysterious man— and you got to see him every day? Wow.

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Yet again, supper was quiet. But you were in a better mood, a soft smile on your face as you stared down at the leftover meatloaf you'd reheated from last night. "How was your day, hon?" you broke the silence, albeit reluctantly.

Robert hummed, "Fine."

While part of you wanted to press on, have a nice conversation for once, you managed to hold your tongue. After all, you wanted to go to bed early instead of having a long argument, afterall— you had Francis to look forward to tomorrow.

Distantly you felt a sense of self-disgust. You were a married woman, yet felt excited by the idea of being around Francis. Perhaps not in some lewd way, but something similar, in a way.

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You weren't sure if you had ever cleaned dishes so fast before now. Only twenty minutes you spent scrubbing before you pratically ripped off the yellow dish gloves and was racing to the downstairs bathroom— the only place Robert allowed you to have your "womanly" stuff. Face wash, lotions, ectera.

Surpressing a laugh of excitment, you quickly began your nightly routine, quite excited for tomorrow morning.

#francis mosses #francis #francis mosses tnmn #francis mosses thats not my neighbor #thats not my neighbor francis #francis x reader #tnmn milkman #x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt x you #tmnt x y/n

[folkookie97]

❝ twisted in bedsheets ❞ — jjk

— PAIRING: ex boyfriend!jungkook x female!reader

— SUMMARY: ❝ An affair with your ex who's your children's dad isn't a good idea. Especially when he's about to get married. ❞

— TYPE: angst | non-idol!au

— WORD COUNT: 2,617

— WARNINGS: Past/Secret relationship, Cheating, Coparenting, Husband!Taehyung, Jungkook has a fiancée, Mention of (2) Unplanned Pregnancy, Slight Toxic!relationship, Curses, Sad/Open(?) ending, Inspired by August & Illicit Affairs (Taylor Swift), Mention of brother!Namjoon, Mention of Marriage Convenience, Argument

— NOTES: i hope u like it <3 happy birthday to our bunny

— RELEASE DATE: September 01, 2023

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

Forgiveness is inevitable for our individual evolution. It's necessary in any religion or even in psychology, which emphasizes the importance of that attitude and feeling so that we can have a better life.

Could that be the reason why things were so complicated?

Your brother used to say that you had extreme difficulty in overcoming certain situations, especially when people harmed you. It was as if you didn't care about their remorse. Even when years passed it was like you focused on the pain felt by your past self and refused to forget what they'd done.

Whenever Namjoon said that you would roll your eyes and vehemently deny it. Not only due to the discomfort of acknowledging a possible red flag but also because you didn't see yourself that way.

At least until that day.

"I'm seeing you received his wedding invitation." You felt a kiss on your face as Taehyung entered the living room accompanied by your two children, who didn't waste any time jumping onto your lap and showering you with hugs.

With your head still slightly sore, you returned the affection and watched the two kids running towards their bedrooms.

"How did you know he was engaged?"

The sigh that escaped Taehyung's lips increased your irritation. You made an effort to not rush him as you continued analyzing the expressions on his face. You noticed everything from the subtle bite he gave to his upper lip to the furrowing of his brows.

"He mentioned it to me."

You definitely didn't expect that. Anything was possible except for that.

What the hell was going on?

"Wow, amazing! You and Jungkook become fucking friends again?" You screamed and laughed sarcastically at the same time. "How'd it happen?"

Taehyung trembled at your voice's volume. He never saw you so stressed before. Yelling at him wasn't your style. Like never.

"My darling..." He attempted, sitting beside you and trying to get closer. Despite knowing the reason for your anger, Taehyung wasn't ready for the blow to his heart as he saw you move your body further into the sofa's corner. Away from him. "(Y/N), stop it…"

"Tell me that shit right now or I swear I'll sleep somewhere else tonight."

You didn't want your words to sound so offensive. You were even trying hard.

However, Taehyung knew you well. He knew you all too well. You couldn't fault him for being such an amazing husband.

You changed the question when the silence hung too long, "Why'd you keep this from me?"

“I was afraid you'd wanna be in his bride's shoes."

At that moment you knew Taehyung was correct even with such selfishness.

You really wanted to be in Jihyo's shoes.

You wanted to be Jeon Jungkook's future wife.

After so many years. You still wanted him back.

Resentment. Anger. Jealousy. Envy. Sadness.

Those were the feelings that took over your heart when Jungkook's messages showed up on your phone screen.

"Can you meet me at the snack bar near your house in half an hour? It's about my wedding. Take the twins if you can."

You rolled your eyes with an urge to send him to hell fucking strong.

So it was hard to believe that you were really fighting the intrusive thoughts and getting the twins ready for the meet.

Ivy wore a pink dress detailed with sunflowers and yellow shoes. The little hair bow was the same color as the flowers and contrasted with the dark tone of her hair strands.

Dressing Oliver was always a hard situation so you chose didn't stress yourself more than usual. You gave way to the little boy's desire to wear a simple Spider-Man costume and Iron Man flip flops.

You looked around for Jungkook when you arrived at the snack bar but couldn't find him anywhere. Rolling your eyes and biting your lip to push away the anger starting creeping into your veins, you decided to sit with the kids at a table farther away and near the large window.

The bell on the entrance door rang once again after you ordered a portion of French fries and hurried footsteps ran towards the three of you.

"Did you already order without me?"

Tears were already welling up in the corners of your eyes before you could muster efforts to contain the pain in your heart. The warmth of the liquid reminds you how pathetic you'd seem if you cried in front of him.

You couldn't show weakness.

"Hey, Jungkook. I see you're late... As usual." You commented and saw your children leave their seats to hug his waist and hug him. That damn tiny waist.

"Don't be so mean, my angel. You know I'd never be late on purpose."

His sarcastic smile caused a frown on your face. He was such an arrogant bitch.

Jungkook whispered something to Ivy and Oliver, who nodded with their little heads and hurried to the snack bar background where you knew there were some small tables with blank sheets of paper and colored pencils to draw with.

The owners of that place understood how great it was having a space to entertain customers' children. No one liked seeing kids witnessing adult arguments.

"Why'd you ask me to bring them if you just sent them to drawing?"

"I just miss my children, (Y/N). They're mine too, you forget?"

He didn't say it with a rude tone but a guilt feeling hit you instantly. Even though you knew he wasn't blaming you for those trip days, you were aware that Jungkook would miss the twins a lot and yet you refused to let them being at his house.

"How were the days in London? Business trips are usually quite tiring and I-" You cut off him when he sat across from you. Was he beating around the bush?

"What the hell, Jungkook? You call me here to talk about my work at my dad's company or talk about your fucking wedding?"

It was his turn to rolling eyes and wrinkling his nose while he noticed your impatience. You looked like a cartoon character with your flushed face, furrowed forehead and lips being bitten to avoid more shouting.

If he tried a bit harder certainly he'd glimpse flames coming out of your body. Really like a common facial expression in comics cartoons.

"Wow! Looks like you aren't happy for me."

"And how could I be?" You chuckled with a heavy dose of sarcasm. He couldn't be serious. He'd be cruel as hell. "Why are you marrying Jihyo?"

"Cuz I'm in love with her." Jungkook shrugged as if that were the most obvious answer in the whole world.

For the hundredth time since the wedding invitation papers landed in your hands, you rolled your eyes and felt the urge to grab him by the neck until he dropped dead.

"You didn't look so badly in love with her like that when you were eating me out before my trip just like a dumb needy virgin." You took the initiative to curl your lips into a mocking smile and Jungkook widened his eyes on your sharp words.

"Don't say that." He warned you with a sound coming out much rougher than you anticipated.

Instead of containing the venom dripping through your teeth, you continued the session of criticizing the character of the man in front of you.

"Actually, you didn't look to love her in any of so many nights we've fucking these last three years. But I think you loved moaning my name when I was creaming around your cock and also when you cumshot in my face. And maybe when-"

Your mind stopped processing any more humiliations when Jungkook punched the table and all the decorations placed there rattled, just like the instantaneous movement of your body.

It'd been a single punch. Very quick. But you couldn't help but feel scared in Jungkook's presence for the first time in all those years of going back and forth.

The silence between you two lasted for just three minutes although a discomfort in your chest felt like it hung there for almost an eternity. Slowly you looked at him; his trembling lips and eyebrows frowned. Almost like he was about to cry.

Anything about that sounded impossible to you. Jeon Jungkook never cried easily. Why was he so broken?

"Jihyo's pregnant…" The news came along with a few tears in the corners of his shining eyes.

You definitely weren't expecting this. He knew you weren't because whilst you were trying to come up with something to say Jungkook was faster and cut off anything you could think of.

"Taehyung found her a few days ago at the mall while he was there with Ivy and Oliver. She was buying baby clothes and he saw her briefly."

"It was the day he told me that you asked him to see the kids at your house before the agreed-upon time." You said more like thinking out loud. Jungkook nodded in agreement.

"He got really confused so he came to my house and wanted to confront me. I left the kids playing in their room and sat with him in the kitchen." Jungkook fiddled with his own hands studying the collection of tattoos on his skin with as much interest as he had when he got it. "I told him that I knew about it a few days before. Tell him about the wedding wasn't in my plans but he noticed my engagement ring."

There was so much to ask and so little courage to do it. Your mind was boiling with desperation and your heart felt shattered into pieces.

Goddamn fucking fate!

"How many weeks of pregnancy is she?" You allowed yourself to ask, not interested in more minutes of painful silence..

"Sixteen," Jungkook replied. Sixteen weeks! Four damn months! "It's a little girl. She'll be named Liz."

You clenched your teeth remembering the reason behind the choice of her name.

"Before our breakup you used to say your dream was having a daughter named Liz." You reminded him and he swallowed hard realizing that memory remained fresh in your mind even the years that passed.

"Yeah… But when you were pregnant it was you who chose the name Ivy, so I thought-" Jungkook stopped talking and widened his eyes noticing what he'd just said. "But I love our daughter's name! It's so beautiful!"

You almost wanna laugh remembering how upset he was when saw your pregnancy belly and found out that you hid the pregnancy from him. Annoyance for your secret turned to happiness after a few minutes of civil conversation. And it turned into shock when you told him it wasn't a common pregnancy but a twins pregnancy. He went back to being happy when you told him about the babies' genders and he went back to being upset when heard you say that you'd already decided the babies' names on your own.

And the little girl wasn't named Liz as he always dreamed.

“Well, you know… maybe if I'd chosen the name Liz instead of Ivy you might have changed your mind about us and our relationship."

It wasn't true. You loved your daughter's name and could never imagine it any other way. You were just hating the perks in Jihyo's life and the fake "perfect love" she swore existed between both of them.

"My angel… you know you were already engaged to Taehyung. He's… He was my best friend. I couldn't act that way. I couldn't go against your families' desire to see you two get married."

"It was just for the company's sake, Jungkook! Just for the reputation of Taehyung's family and mine!" You fumed and clenching fists before running the fingers through your head, where you tugged a few hair strands overly desperate.

"I don't give a fuck about that bullshit! It's because Taehyung loves you! HE ALWAYS LOVED YOU!"

If you and Jungkook weren't such frequent customers in that establishment, surely the owners of the place would tell you two to leave the instant Jungkook punched the table for the second time.

Though Ivy and Oliver remained quiet drawing in the other room, you knew your children well enough to know they were covering their ears when they both saw their dad so furious with you.

For that one reason you stared at Jungkook. Eye to eye. Tears to tears.

The resentment was high. However, it wasn't strong enough for your pride worthed more than your children's mental health. Jungkook looked like he shared the same thought and tried to normalize his breathing and clear his mind. He adjusted himself in the chair until his posture was more relaxed.

"Love you, my angel. I swear I love you with all my soul and I think that my love for you can never go away." Jungkook looked like he was about to break. "But it's not fair."

His voice came in trembling whispers and his eyes were teary as you've never seen it. "It's not fair to Taehyung, it's not fair to Jihyo, or our twins, or Liz. Much less to us. Me and you. We don't deserve to live like this."

Deep down, you knew it was true. And that hurt more than if you were lied to.

"So are we done again?"

You never really started over. Everything should've ended after the casual fuck when you found out your father wanted you and his business partner's son to get married.

Jungkook swore to himself that he was happy as a single man and you swore to yourself that Taehyung would be an excellent husband and dad, even if you didn't love him.

But then when Jungkook got back from his exchange in Canada everything snowballed. He found out about your pregnancy and the fact the child was the result of the drunken reunion you two had a few months after the breakup.

As if everything couldn't be more desperate, you were actually gonna marry his best friend the next quarter.

Taking on responsible fatherhood and coparenting was all he promised to you. The whole coexistence between you two should be only for the twins.

Of course it didn't go as planned. He was angry seeing you in a fake marriage with Taehyung, who still laid with you every night despite loving you with all his heart and not being reciprocated.

His self-control lasted just for three years until the desire to feel you again took over, and after Ivy and Oliver's third birthday party you two fucked for the first time since the night that reconnected your lives.

Jungkook knew you confessed the first cheating to your husband and he also knew that he could ask for a divorce. However, Taehyung loved you enough to remain a second option and only get out of your life if your true love asked you to come back.

But Jungkook never did it. Because of the fear of spoiling your life. Because of the fear of hurting Taehyung's heart. Because of the fear of being a bad example for your children.

The affair between you has never ceased during the last three years. Not even when he forced himself into a relationship with Jihyo to try getting over you.

He wasn't proud of it. Deep down, you weren't either.

And Jungkook couldn't allow himself to fail one more time.

"You were never mine to lose.“ It's the confirmation you needed. It was over. You and Jungkook were done.

On that August 31st you knew Jungkook was no longer the target of your anger. It was yourself.

And you would never forgive yourself for getting twisted in bedsheets of someone that were never yours.

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[muzicgenerator]

pls could u do a tom kaulitz angst? like he’s arguing w reader and mentions something he knows the reader doesn’t like bringing up, and he has to make it up to her, then it can turn into fluff <3

yep here it is!!

hope u like it and sorry for late reply T_T

(BRO OHHH MY GOD THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE DIDNT SAVE 😭😭😭 so i just made a new one which is this one AGHHH SO MAD RN btw i didnt proof read the entire thing)

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Atonement

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Pairing: Tom Kaulitz x Reader

Genre: a bit Angsty, Fluff

Warnings: None

Request Status: closed :(

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ Last Night on Earth : Green Day

Playful bantering was one of the things you and Tom would do everyday in your relationship.

Sure, serious arguments would rise up which a simple kiss and genuine apology would quickly fix.

However those two won't do it right now.

"The hell do you mean I have trust issues?!"

"What?! It's true! Your ex cheated on you so you're scared to trust me; It's not like I'm gonna do what that guy did!"

Definitely, Tom shouldn't have brought your ex up who has no relation to this quarrel.

He knew how much of a prick he was to you and how he treated you; he even witnessed how devastated you were when you once came to him to seek comfort when you found out for the second time he had been cheating.

And he knew damn well you never wanna hear about the jerk ever again.

However, you did appreciate him admitting he wouldn't repeat the history you had with your past lover.

"The fuck, Tom? That bitch has no connection whatsoever about what we're fighting about right now.

And I saw the way you looked at her! It's like, if I didn't interrupt you both would've shared spits by then." enraged by what he said; you raised your voice to match his volume - which was unlike you since you're the composed one out of you two during serious arguments.

"Sorry but he kinda does! This issue you're having surely started with him. I remember the way you wasted your snot and tears on him and I dried it off.

And please stop being overdramatic, she's just a fan and I wanted to make sure she's happy. Not only with her; I mean with everyone of them!"

Tom tried hard to defend himself instead of admitting his wrongdoing.

"You are such an ass for bringing that shit up again when you know damn well your ass had issues too that I helped you get over with and all I've ever done was try my greatest to understand and care for you!

All I ever wanted was for you to stop looking at other people and look at me.. Am I asking for too much?" your voice whispered in offence and slightly croaked which made you resent yourself more.

Tom realized with wide eyes of what he had done,

"No, no of course not ____. No, look- I'm really sorry for what I said, I really am and-"

"Just shut the hell up, Tom. Save it, I don't wanna hear it right now." you harshly brushed past him to storm off to your apartment's bedroom in fear of hot tears falling down to your cheeks.

He sighed; ashamed in himself. Tom truly regrets letting those harsh and unnecessary words slip his blunt mouth. He knew he was better than this - definitely, he should control his mouth more and think about what he should say carefully during times like this.

The night spent alone in the bed you'd always share with Tom felt cruel.

Not for the reason he's not by your side; it's rather the fact that you're in bed without properly making up with him since you'd always forgive one another the same day.

A big part of you wanted to forgive him - believe that he truly didn't mean what he told you and only accidentally slipped because of the heat in the moment; that we all say things we don't mean when we're mad, and that he really wouldn't stab you on the back with a woman like your past lover did.

The smaller part of you scolded for being such an idiot; for believing a man would stay loyal - that you should call it off before he could do any further damage.

Honestly, you felt devastated just thinking about not being with him; so you eventually came into terms with yourself that the fire will settle down and you'll forgive him and he'll do better.

Don't know when it'll die down but it will. Hopefully soon.

Some relationships are worth fighting for, like you have with Tom.

Hence you will stay strong and prepare for many wars.

But tonight; you wanted and allowed yourself to fall asleep being upset and disappointed at Tom.

You'll let tomorrow do its thing.

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It was the next day and the back of your head was pounding alongside a stiff neck.

You sat up and glanced at the digital clock placed on your night table that read 11:37 AM.

After stretching your limbs out while reminiscing the night before; you decided it's time to wash your face and start making lunch for yourself.

When you turned the knob and pushed it open; you were greeted with the aroma of your favourite dish; one that was always served to you as a child when you still lived with your family - one that you shared its recipe and process with your lover.

"Tom?" you asked in disbelief. You were certain he had left since your ears picked up the sound of the front door being pushed open then close in the middle of the night.

Certainty assured your mind that you'd rather not see his face first thing in the morning after such a night. Boy, were you wrong.

Your lover turned his head quickly; unaware of your presence since he's so caught up finishing, as well as perfecting the dish.

"Oh- love, you're awake. I um.. made breakfast but you didn't get up and it's uh, it's almost time for lunch so I thought I'd make your favourite." he stumbled over his words; which is bizarre.

"The pancakes are on the table, you can eat them later as a snack."

You nodded your head with a tight lipped smile and mumbled a thanks before heading to the bathroom.

Once the door had shut; you quickly drowned your face with water to remove the image of Tom cooking without a shirt on.

It's not like it's the first time you've seen him like that; but the way you're reacting right now is how you feel when you catch him in these types of situations - preferably without the post-fight shit going.

After peeing, washing your hands, brushing your teeth washing and drying your face, and doing your skin care - you forced yourself to go back outside for you cannot stay in the bathroom forever.

When you opened and closed the baby blue painted door; your eyes wandered off to the table and drooled at the sight of the newly cooked meal.

Tom patted the seat beside him with a smile; gesturing you to sit beside him.

You had no choice but to join him for lunch; after all, you are starving.

Instead of giving in to his request, you sat in front of him.

Instead of painting a frown on his lips; he still kept his genuinely proud smile (from cooking such a delicious dish) and handed you your plate and utensils - to which you accepted.

"Let's eat?" Tom asked.

"I don't wanna eat without talking about last night." you said with a straight face.

The man in front of you softly breathed a sigh,

"You're right." he agreed with a nod

"I'll start by saying I'm really sorry, and I didn't mean what I said. I just want you to know I would never even dare to think about betraying you like that, and I was an ass for what I did." Tom seemed to look everywhere but your eyes.

He couldn't bring himself to look at your mesmerizing hues for he was certain his shredded heart would be turned into dust.

"I don't even know why I said those things, I- I know this sounds like bullshit but I swear I really don't mean those things and you're the only person who I have my eyes on.

Please give me another chance I- I'll be better now, promise!" he trailed off and fearfully continued;

"But y'know if uh.. if you don't and wanna call it o-"

"Shut up Tom we're not breaking up." you sighed

"I know you said those to defend what you did, and it slipped out because of the heat of the moment. We all say shit we don't mean when mad, I understand. But what I don't understand is why you'd caress her cheek and look into her eyes like that?" your eyes examined his facial expressions and only saw genuine regret on his face. You hoped he'd look at your eyes and tell you directly why.

Hence, before his ready mouth started to explain; you tell him, "Tom, look into my eyes, please."

You caught the way the ball of his throat bopped up and down; swallowing his saliva. His eyes slowly trailed up from the table to your chest, neck, chin, nose, then eyes.

"She said she'd been a fan since the very beginning of the band's debut. She loved all us a lot, especially me. I asked her if meeting us was a dream come true, she said yeah, and we talked a bit more. Then she asked me to touch her face because she really couldn't believe that it was all happening, which I did."

Tom would look away from the two windows of your soul for a second before meeting again.

He was replied with silence; which kind of scared him.

"____? Please say something."

"For God's sake Tom, why didn't you just start with that last night when I brought it up?"

Tom rapidly blinked once, twice, thrice, then for the fourth time. "... I must've forgot to bring it up because I was so caught up in the moment."

You laughed; a true one, "You mean too focused into bringing my ex up?"

He was speechless by how just a second ago you were dead ass serious, and now crying laughing at what you said.

"Sorry, I'm done laughing now." you giggled before continuing, "Fine, I'll forgive you if you tell me where you went last night."

"I went back to my apartment and did some thinking how to make it up to you and slept there. I went out really early to buy groceries so i can cook your favourite food here."

It was your turn to be speechless.

"...You seriously did that?" you asked with doubt in your voice.

"Yeah, I mean the proof is on the table." Tom chuckled.

You said nothing and finally dug into the 5 star looking meal, soon your lover did as well.

"Sooo, are we good?" Tom hopefully asked after sipping his water from the cylinder glass.

"I guess so." you blessed him with a small smile to which he returned with a big one.

Conversation flowed naturally between you as you ate the savoury food.

If Tom didn't make it as a famous guitarist, he'd definitely be a winner in Hell's Kitchen.

After Tom cleaned put the dishes to the sink; you insisted to wash it since he cooked. He declined numerous times but it wasn't going anywhere since you're more stubborn than him.

"All right, fine. Only if you let me hug you from behind." Tom made a deal.

"Pshh, why're you asking as if you don't do that whenever I do shit in the kitchen?"

Tom rolled his eyes with a smirk drawn on his lips as a reply and proceeded to snake his large hands to your waist; then pressing his chest to your back and resting his chin on the crown of your head.

Nothing could be heard other than the clanking of pans, plates, and utensils, along with the flow of the running water from the faucet.

The comfortable verbal silence and physical contact was very much needed after a fight.

After drying your hands with a cloth; you walked towards the couch and sat with your boyfriend still embracing you from behind.

"What do you wanna watch?" you turned your head to the side to look up at his face.

"Whatever you want, I'm fine with anything." Tom looked down to your eyes, then lips.

Slowly, he leaned his fave closer to yours so he could taste your lips.

Once contact had been made; you couldn't help but melt even more to his touch and wrap your arms around his neck - and he couldn't help but deepen the kiss and caress your waist and back.

Soon enough, the passionate kiss had come to an end to catch their breaths.

"I love you so much. You know that, right?" Tom stared into her hues as the tip of their noses touched.

You slowly nodded and brought your hands up to his hollow cheeks, "I love you more." you said before pulling his face closer to kiss each other's lips once again.

Tom mumbled in-between the kisses, "I love you the most, sweetheart." before deepening it. His tongue soon entered your mouth and both your hands rubbed and caressed your bodies.

The hot post-fight make out session would last as long as half the length of the movie you played in the middle of the session; playing Atonement for the millionth time from your entire life.

After pulling your mouths away due to your jaws hurting; you slept and cuddled like babies.

Feeling the safest in each other's arms.

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[waratah-moon]

can I request some Eddie x cheerleader reader but she isn’t like the other cheerleaders kinda thing and ahhh

7. Have you seen my sweatshirt? (changed to fit Eddie's wardrobe obvs) I love cheerleader!reader so much she's such a sweetie pie. 🎂 join my birthday week celebration! 🎂 masterlist / send me a message Warning: judgemental '''''friends''''' wc: 1k

Mornings with Eddie were the best. For one thing, Eddie preferred to wake up with the sun, instead of doing the responsible thing and setting an alarm. Every morning light would stream through his bedroom window, illuminating his soft features; his warm arms wrapped around your waist, his mouth slightly open as he slept. You always woke up before him without fail, taking those few minutes to admire him before you woke him up by peppering his face with kisses.

He also insisted on showering together, and he'd made a pretty solid case, saying "it saves time and water, babe." An argument you didn't bother poking holes in as you let him lead you into the shower, taking way more time than was necessary to get clean.

Unfortunately this morning things hadn't gone to plan. You'd still woken up before Eddie, but you'd woken up late.

"Shit, Eddie," you shook his shoulder, pushing the covers back as you jumped out of bed. "We're late."

"No morning kisses?" His eyes were still shut, but he was pouting.

"No time. I'm going to have a shower."

"I'll come," he sat up, slowly blinking the sleep from his eyes.

"Nuh-uh. I don't care what you say, showering together does not save time. You get distracted."

"Not my fault you're distracting," he dropped his head back on the pillow.

"Don't you dare go back to sleep, I'll be out in a few minutes and then it's your turn."

After your shower, Eddie had blocked the bathroom door, refusing to let you pass until you'd given him at least one good kiss. The first kiss hadn't been up to his standards apparently, and neither had the second. He'd finally deemed the third acceptable, letting you back into the bedroom to get changed.

You had a pep rally today, so you didn't have to think about your outfit, one of the few benefits of being a cheerleader. But the weather outside was still cold, and your cheer cardigan wasn't where it normal was; folded neatly with the rest of your uniform. You rummaged through the section of the closet Eddie had put aside for you, finding only a couple of dresses and a pair of track pants, but no cardigan. You didn't even have any of your jackets in the wardrobe.

You grabbed Eddie's leather jacket off the hanger and slipped it on. You had a spare sweater in your locker at school that you could change into once you got there, in the mean time your boyfriend could deal without his favourite accessory.

You'd rummaged up some breakfast, making Eddie some toast to eat the on the drive when he called out from the bedroom.

"Babe, have you seen my jacket?"

"Uh," you started, the leather feeling comfortably heavy against your shoulders. "Yes?"

"Why did that sound like a question?" He stuck his head outside the bedroom door to see you sheepishly buttering toast. "Oh, because you're wearing it."

"Sorry, I was cold and I couldn't find my cheer cardigan."

"'sfine, princess. Looks better on you anyway. You ready to go?"

It turned out that your cheer cardigan was in Eddie's van, but when you started to take off his jacket, Eddie had stopped you. "You'll be warmer in that, plus you look insanely hot."

Eddie's black leather jacket that smelt of tobacco and weed definitely went against your cheer uniform code. But your boyfriend said you looked insanely hot, so you were willing to bend the rules a little.

"What are you wearing?" Jessica asked as you sat down at in your seat for homeroom. She had her cheer cardigan on, her name embroidered neatly on the front panel.

"I couldn't find my cardigan and I was cold," you shrugged, tightening your ponytail.

"Is it your boyfriend's?" You didn't miss the judgemental lilt in her voice.

"You know his name is Eddie. And yes, it is." You were relieved the conversation was cut short when Mrs. Click waltzed into the classroom and began taking attendance.

You were glad when the day came to an end, wanting nothing more than to go back to Eddie's, cuddle up with him on the couch and watch TV. Your day had been filled with lingering stares, whispers, and judgemental questions. But you were used to it, dating Eddie.

The two of you didn't parade your relationship around the school, but your friends knew you were dating him. Not that they didn't question it every chance they got. Sarah Perry had even tried to set you up with one of the basketball players, telling you, "but your relationship isn't that serious. It's just a fling, right?"

That was three months ago, and they still didn't seem to accept that you were happy dating the town freak. You spotted Eddie waiting by his van in the parking lot.

"You should wear my clothes more often, sweetheart," Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss.

"I'm going to have to soon. I'm running out of clothes at your place." You pressed your cheek against his chest, breathing in his scent; it was grounding, standing like this in his arms. "Can we stop by my house on the way home?"

"You sure? I'd love to see you in my Metallica tee-shirt."

You smiled. You would love nothing more than to walk the halls of Hawkins High wearing an outfit that clearly said 'I'm dating Eddie Munson', but part of you wasn't ready for it. "Yeah, I better." But you could always compromise. "But maybe you could help me make a necklace like yours?"

"You want a pick necklace? Turn around." He reached behind his neck, unclasping the chain, and you turned your back to him. "I wanted to buy you a special one, like a silver heart or something cliché, but this is even better." He brushed your hair to one side, clasping the chain around your neck. "Now there's no doubt that you're my girl."

"Was there ever any?"

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[mushrubes]

Arguments

Masterlist | Call of duty masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { John Price by @/zwombite }

Pairing :Captain John Price x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  angst + fluff

Word count : 692

Content: established relationship, argument, slightly ooc + non canonical <3

Have a great day !! <3

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You and Price hadn't always come to an agreement when it came to some things in your relationship. He was set in his own ways. There was no changing it. But of course, he had to be a dick about it. In an argument you were trying to explain your side of things, raising your voice so you could be heard by him. But he took it all the wrong way. "You're being immature, Ruby. Stop acting like a child." He huffed, trying to ridicule you for being significantly younger. "Then listen to me for once, price!" you groaned, holding your head in your hand in disbelief. Price rolled his eyes and snorted. "There you go again, always taking things so personal. Grow up, seriously." He scoffed. "Stop overreacting."

"Screw you. Screw this." You scoffed, picking up my drink and walking out of his office. Price didn't even try to chase after you. He was well used to this behaviour by now. You'd be back to grovel within the hour anyway. "Don't be so immature, Ruby," he called out in a mocking tone. "I'm going to clear my head before I say something I regret!" you huffed, walking through the corridor and going outside, sitting just outside the training area. You found some seclusion in a corner of the yard. It was a peaceful escape from that loud moron. But you were too angry to appreciate the tranquillity. You sat there nursing your anger and trying to understand where the relationship went south. He used to be sweet and caring. So why is he acting like… a dick now? You thought. You sat down in front of the tree, head in your arms, soft sobs escaping you.

You started to cry quietly. It was a relief to finally let your feelings out. Suddenly you were aware of a presence nearby. Someone stood in front of you, but you were too distraught to look up at them. You don't push him away as you feel him wrap his arms around you. You felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you, a masculine body leaning over you, comforting you in your sorrow. You looked up and saw Price, his expression softened, gazing at you with concern. You didn't expect this from him at all. "I'm sorry," he whispered, caressing the back of your head. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." you repeated, sobbing into his chest. Price hugged you tightly. "I was an idiot," he murmured. "It's been a tough day and I took my stress out on you. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry." You noticed his eyes were sparkling with remorse. He seemed genuinely apologetic now. "I'm so sick of all this arguing, price." your voice a whisper as you looked at him.

Price loosened his grip as you spoke, giving you space. "I know." He said quietly, his tone gentle. "We got off on the wrong foot. I don't want us fighting anymore, I promise." Then he gently took your hands. "I'm not going anywhere. We'll work things out, okay? It's not the end of the world. And I'll do better." he promised, his voice genuine. You hug him tightly, burying your face into his chest. Price strokes your hair as you hug him, soothing you and comforting you in the moment. He seems completely different from the brash jerk you used to know.

He's kind and caring now, and you can see a flicker of love in his eyes. Suddenly you feel a spark of attraction, your anger dissipating as you melt into his embrace. He's so much stronger than you and so attractive. You don't want to let go. Price's expression softens even more as you utter those three words. All traces of sternness or arrogance melt away, making him look completely vulnerable. He looks down at you with adoring eyes, taking in every detail of your face. He lowers his head and kisses you gently. He wraps you in his arms, kissing your lips softly and lovingly. The kiss lasts for several long seconds, Price reluctant to pull away but eventually doing so.

"I love you too."

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[heartsiez]

some argument angst to comfort with childe maybe? i ADORE the way u write childe

RIGHT HANDS MISTAKE

⌗ childe x gn!reader

⌗ angst to fluff

— childe

you closed the front door to your home and sighed. you'd been so stressed lately with your work that you decided to leave early today and deal with it all later; being the tsaritsas right hand had a lot of responsibilities and pressure on it. you were most sure you'd have even more things piled up for you tomorrow, but you didn't care.

slowly making your way through the house, putting down your belongings during, you found it was uneasily quiet. usually ajax would be sitting in the living room or would be somewhere in the kitchen cooking for the fun of it, and if he was out, there'd be a note somewhere but there was nothing to see.

"ajax?" you called through the house. you got no answer back so you were about to venture yourself up the stairs until you heard footsteps making their way closer to you. "y/n? you're home this early?" he walked down to you.

"yes, i decided to come back early because works been too much lately with the new fatui trainees and the traveller constantly on the move." you sighed rolling your shoulders back as you flopped onto the couch with him following.

"are you sure its about work? or is it just because you love me and wanted to see me?' ajax slightly tilted his head with a glint in his eyes. you let out a laugh, "you wish." rolling your eyes.

"oh c'mon, you know you love me so." he shrugged, leaning back on the couch confidently. "uh-huh, sure..." you trailed off with a teasing smile making him shoot his head back your way with an offended look.

his look went away as he studied your features over and frowned. "you look stressed. are you okay?" ajax grabbed your jaw to pull you closer and have a better look. you tatted his hands away from you and sighed. "i'm only a bit stressed, my job keeps piling up with so many things and—… yeah."

he bit the inside of his cheek. "y/n, you know it's not healthy to do this type of thing. if you need a break tell her majesty, you're her right hand for archons sake, she'll let you and pause your work so it stops piling."

"ajax, you know its not that easy. right now its a difficult time. yeah, maybe she'd say yes if it were a usual day but no. with the harbingers out in other nations, there is nobody to handle their jobs here except for me." you crossed your arms.

"wait, what? you're handling the harbingers jobs as well as yours?" he almost let out a glare for your rash decision. "y/n, let me help you. i'll be able to handle the harbingers jobs well. i have nothing else to do anyways."

"no. ajax just don't, you can't help me. you're not allowed to do other harbingers jobs especially when they're many ranks above you." you chewed on your lip, standing up from the couch hoping to get away from the near soon heated atmosphere.

"okay.. well, what about your job—"

"you know you're not allowed to do my work out of all jobs, ajax. i've told you too many times to count. my job has confidential information that nobody but me and her majesty can know."

"i know that. i'm just asking to help with the work, not know it. there's a difference." his voice was stern as he got up from the couch too. "ajax, no. i appreciate the offer but helping me is the same as knowing the information. end of discussion." you opened up cabinet in the kitchen to grab a glass.

"what's so bad about me knowing the information? yeah, yeah, its secret info but i'm your boyfriend. you know i'm not going to tell anyone." he chuckled weakly. "who's there to tell anyways? i don't have anyone but you truly."

you ignored him and shrugged, putting water into your cup and downing it in a second. "i said end of discussion ajax." you slammed the glass onto the bench, though not hard enough to smash it. he gave you a look up and down until the realisation hit him smack in the face.

"you don't trust me, do you." it came out more of a statement than a question. you froze your steps to upstairs and stood still, refusing to look back at him. of course i trust you, you wanted to tell him, but why wouldn't the words form out of your mouth?

he swallowed, biting his cheek almost hard enough to draw blood. "why? why don't you trust me?" his breathing got shaky. "is it because i'm a lower rank than all the other harbingers? because i seem to dumb for my job? too young? what is it?" he kept pestering you with questions and all the words seemed to be filling your head to the brim.

your grip on the side of the staircase got stronger, you didn't know whether it was going to be your hand or the wood that was going to break first. he kept speaking, you could tell his stressing out was travelling to your stress, making it rise higher and higher.

"ajax, just shut up! for fucks sake." his mouth clammed shut and he froze. "i don't know why i don't trust you. maybe its because you don't tell your family shit and run around behind their backs pretending to be some silly toy maker. or maybe its because you never tell me anything until i find out for myself." your jaw clenched when you turned back to him and saw glassy eyes refusing to look back. "look i—" your voice broke down. "i don't need help."

and to there, you made your way up the stairs and into the bathroom. closing the door with a slam and leaving the man all alone.

a shower is what would always calm you down, but as you were scrubbing yourself so hard that you felt like your skin might come off, you couldn't stop thinking about your boyfriend and your poor word choices.

how could you say that to him? you knew the reason he didn't tell his family was a hard topic and that he had trust issues himself, that's why he was afraid to tell you anything. though, even through the trust issues he had, he still trusted you enough. it was truly just fear of you rejecting who he really is.

you stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off. staring into the mirror, concentrating on the mirror, and not looking anywhere else. in the silence of the towel friction, you could hear quiet sobs from across the hall. you had almost dropped your towel when you realised. was he crying?

he never cries. yeah, he had glassy eyes near the end of your argument but he always finds a way to stay strong and suck those feelings up. shit. how big did you mess up with him this time?

you got changed into your clothes that you'd set out for yourself and groomed your hair down neatly. your hand grabbed onto the handle softly and you pulled open the door, making your way quietly down the hall to the shared bedroom.

you opened up yourself to the room, the light of the outside spreading onto the bed through the gap you made. "ajax?" you questioned the silence. the blankets rustled and not even a second later, someone's head popped out.

ajax's eyes widened and he tumbled himself out of the bed and rushed towards you, engulfing his arms around your torso. "i'm sorry. i'm really, really sorry. i shouldn't of—" his voice cracked as his grip on you tightened, "i shouldn't of pried into your business, and— and—"

you shushed him, slowly moving both of you towards the bed. you laid down and placed his body on top of yours so his head rested on your chest. "it's okay, baby. it's not your fault." you whispered quietly, feeling your shirt dampen from your lovers tears.

"it's all mine. i went too far and should've just explained nicely to you instead of my words becoming harsh. i know you struggle with telling your family and i know you struggle with opening up sometimes." you smiled softly as he looked up to you. "but i'm here, okay? i'm here to help you open up, i'm here to take care of you, i'm here to love you."

he sniffed and shuffled his face closer into your chest. "and i do trust you. i don't know why i couldn't tell you that earlier, but i do. you're the person i trust most in this world." you played with the ends of his hair. "though ajax," you grabbed his attention, he moved to look back up to you. "you do need to understand that i can't tell you anything confidential, or her majesty will have my head." you let out a light laugh.

he smiled small. "i, i know. i was just selfish because i wanted to use my excuse of 'helping you' even though i just wanted to spend time with you. it's lonely having barely anything to do because all the jobs are given to the higher ranks." he sighed. "it's silly but i do love working. well, working in a sense of having something to fight instead of lazing at home."

you tapped his forehead. "hm, well how about this. i'll talk to the tsaritsa about taking a well needed break so we can spend some time together and," you twirled his hair around your finger. "and then when i get back i'll ask her to give you some jobs to do. yeah?"

ajax hummed, going back to nestle into your chest. you moved yourself down to kiss him on the head. "i love you," he whisper-mumbled into your shirt. your face broke out into a soft smile,

"i love you too."

⌗ i gotta stop doing these while i'm meant to be practicing for exams☠

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[squirmhoney]

I Remember Part IV

A/N: it’s finally hear. This part is much softer but next week I make it will be darker again. Warnings: incest. Begging. Dub con and non con (slightly). Fingering. hand job. Oral (f receiving). Smut. P in v. Angst. 18+ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (cousin) Word count: 5.7k

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Four days, that’s how long it had been since you had stepped out of your room. You had lied to your family saying you were awfully sick and shouldn't be around anyone. When anyone knocked on your room, you'd hide in your bathroom, locking the door so they couldn't get in. Your excuse would be that you didn't want them to get sick, that it was better for you to keep your distance.

Truth was that you feared it would be Aegon. You didn't know what you were scared for; the way Aegon may act if he found you or the way you may cave instantly if you saw him.

Eventually, your mother realised what was happening. After seeing Aegon hopelessly mope around the house all day, even at times pacing behind your door as if debating whether to go in, and even withdrawing from the rest of the family. She knew that something had happened.

Laena snuck into your room early that morning, brushing your hair behind your ear until you woke up. You shifted around groaning slightly when you woke up, feeling a deep ache in your gut. Either from the hunger after not being able to eat properly for the past few days or the sadness that crept into your chest every time you thought of Aegon.

“Mum,” you said, fluttering your eyes open to look up at her. “I’m ill you shouldn’t be in here.”

“I don’t care,” Laena told you, cupping your face with her hand. “I’m worried about you.”

“I’m just sick, I’ll get better,” you were quick to say, sitting up in your bed.

“It’s not that and you know it.” Laena was stern, face dropping as she stared at you. “You’re hiding in your room, retracting away from everyone. Me, your dad, your sisters, even Aegon.”

Your turned to look away, eyes glassing over as you felt a horrible shiver down your spine. You bit down at your nails, not knowing what to say.

“Has something happened between you and Aegon?” Laena asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Have you had an argument or something?” Her hand rubbed your shoulder gently.

“It’s nothing,” you whispered, shaking your head.

“Talk to me please,” Laena pleaded, voice laced with concern. “Don’t shut me out.”

It was hard for you to talk to your mother. You were the person people came to, you were the comforter. It was one of the main reasons you and Aegon had been so close growing up. You were his constant comforter, anytime his mother or father berated him, you were there with open arms and loving words to remind him he was worthy.

Your heart clenched as you were reminded of him, a tear sliding down your face. You quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand, sniffing to hold in the tears.

“I don’t want a repeat of last year.” Laena slid a stray hair behind your ear. “Last year was so scary for me. You completely withdrew from me and your dad. You returned home without telling anyone. I was so scared and I was so worried that-” Laena cut herself off as her voice cracked. “And you still won’t tell me why you ran off like that.”

“I’m sorry,” you stuttered, unable to cover up your sobs as you started to cry.

“Don’t apologise,” Laena told you. “Just speak to me or if not me someone else. Your dad or even Aegon. You know when you got here and you started spending time together like you always did. I was relieved. You know no one can make you smile as much as he does, I’ve always been jealous of the smiles that he gets out from you.”

“We argued okay but I don’t want to talk about it,” you stated.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, he’s been sulking around like some lost puppy without you,” Laena chuckled, smiling slightly. “Like he used to do when you guys were kids. If he said something horrible to you and you’d ignore him until he profusely apologised and you’d make up.”

“He is?” Your lips twitched up into a smile at the thought.

Laena nodded, humming in response. “He’s been hovering around your bedroom door, looking like he’s about to knock but he never does.” Her hands took yours as she held them, her thumb rubbing on the back your hand. “You know whenever you two are upset with each other, it takes it’s toll on both of you. Even when you were younger, you hated staying mad at him for too long. It’s why you forgave him so easily.”

She was right, you knew that. You had never felt that way about anyone and you never think you would find that with anyone else.

“He deserves it this time,” you told her, rubbing your tear stained face.

“I’m sure he does,” she agreed. “But it is worth the sadness that it’s causing you.”

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You hated how right your mother was, this whole thing was making you feel dreadful. All you could think of was Aegon. His violet eyes haunting your very soul, the image of his pretty face being the only thing you could see as you closed your eyes.

The meadow had become yours and Aegon's safe haven, every time you wanted to escape your pestering family you'd go there. It was beautiful in the daytime, empty and peaceful. The sun lit up the field of flowers, the colours of blue and red all blurring into one.

However, at night was the really beautiful part, especially when the sky was clear enough to see every single star. The pale moonlight hit the car, lighting up Aegon's face perfectly as he grinned at you. The moon reflected off of his violet eyes, making them glisten as you stared into them. He looked ethereal, you were completely enraptured with him in that moment.

Then he kissed you and you had to remind yourself how to breathe once he pulled away. The feeling of his soft lips lingered on yours, making you lean in to kiss him again. Gods, he was a great kisser. His tongue slipping into your mouth as he grabbed your neck, deepening the kiss further.

Aegon made you feel like you were on pure ecstasy when you were around him. The way his hands gripped onto your thighs, yanking you onto his lap.

"Aegon," you giggled, adjusting yourself to feel more comfortable.

"What?" He laughed, hands sliding up and down your side.

You were putty in his hands as he rubbed your thigh, hand sliding up underneath your skirt, only stopping when he reached your clothed cunt. His hands peeled your legs open, allowing him better access to you.

His eyes scanned your face, watching how your lip parted slightly as his hand stroked over the material of your thongs. The slightest touch from him, making you absolutely feral as you caved.

"Gods please don't tease me," you pleaded, not enjoying his incredibly slow pace.

"But that's the best part," Aegon admitted, grinning at you with that boyish smirk.

Your shifted, moving to sit next to him, your legs still hovering over his. He frowned at this, trying to get closer to you, until he realised the placement of your hand. You squeezed him through his trousers, feeling how hard he already was.

"Don't tease me," he said, shaking his head.

"But that's the best part," you mocked him, fingers undoing the zip of his trousers.

He helped you, lifting his hips up to pull his trousers down, his boxers still covering him. Your hand sliding underneath his boxers as he rutted his upwards into your hand helping you find his cock. You palmed him slowly, liking the way he panted as you had him under your thumb.

Aegon didn't like you having the upper hand so he moved his hand, finally sliding into your pants. His fingers slid against your slit, gathering your wetness as he made his way up to your clit. When he started to rub, you couldn't help the moans that escaped your lips.

You were both becoming desperate for each other, slowly touching each other as if you were trying to saviour the moment but really you were just trying to make the other one break. It was always you that cracked first, especially under his touch, because if there was one thing Aegon enjoyed most in the world, it was to see you a begging mess underneath him.

“Aegon,” you pleaded, grinding down on his hand as hard as you could. Your head rested against his, pressing your body up to his as you hoped to convince him.

“Y/N,” he moaned, pressing his soft lips against yours.

Both of you quickened your pace, your hand now working in long strokes up and down his cock while he rubbed you faster. Moans filled the car walls as you felt yourself getting closer, feeling like you could cum just by looking at the way Aegon’s face contoured with pleasure as looked at you.

“Fuck,” you mewled into his mouth, mouth opening as you felt yourself so close to the edge. Your hips practically rutted into his hand, whimpering his name as you felt yourself overcoming with pleasure. Your hand no longer stroking him as you became only aware of your own bliss.

"Aegon," you cried out, eyes peeling open as you were ripped away from that intense sensation.

You gasped, hand clamping around your mouth as you shot up in your bed. Your eyes darted round the room, only seeing the darkness that engulfed the bedroom. Glad for how it inviting it was for you to slip back into the sheets, easily ignoring the wetness that filled your shorts or the slight tingling feeling you felt between your legs.

For a second you thought about it, just putting your hand between your legs, pressing your fingers into your clit. You could pretend it was him, no one need know as you closed your eyes and whispered his name. But you knew it wouldn't feel the same, it never could.

_

"Why do you take so long?" Baela groaned, watching as you made your way out of the front door. Her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at you. "The others have already started making their way over."

You passed your bags over to Daemon who was filling up the boot, shaking your head as you swung you arm around her. "Wasn't it you that practically begged me to spend time with you at the start of the holiday," you reminded her, pulling her in. "We will only be a few minutes behind. We have the whole weekend ahead of us."

Daemon was grinning at the both of you, watching your lovely sisterly affection as you pushed her into the car. He walked over to the car door where you were piling in, standing over you.

"Ground rules," Daemon said, pointing at your two little sisters. "Y/N is in charge as the oldest you must listen to her. Don't run off or leave her-"

"Can we go now?" Rhaena chimed in, cutting off your dads droning on.

"Okay, okay." Daemon put his hands up in surrender then came over to you, a half-hearted smile on his lips. "If you need me, for anything. Anything at all. Call me?"

"Of course," you told him, nodding as you smiled back at him.

"Love you guys," he shouted, stepping away from the car as he waved you all off. "Have fun."

Your mother sat in the passenger seat, your aunt Rhaneyera in the drivers seat and both Jace and Luke in the back of the car. Your siblings and cousin already filling the car with the noise of their chatter and laughter as the car made its way to the cottage.

The car journey felt long as your stomach filled with nerves for the weekend, feeling like you were back to your first day of the holiday. Luckily no one questioned about your sickness, probably your parents making sure that no one was allowed to bring it up.

You were happy to finally be there, saying your goodbyes to your aunt and mother. You made sure to reassure them, saying how this weekend would be a breeze. The only thing that truly concerned you was the image of the sulking boy that lingered in the back of your head.

When you stepped in, you weren't surprised to see bags dropped to the ground as the others already poured into the cottage exploring. You walked around, making your way into living room to where everyone was.

Your eyes couldn't focus on them as you noticed Aegon, storming out of the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He stopped when he noticed you, eyes wide, lips slightly parted as he just stared. Within that moment, no one else was in the room, the pair of you paralysed to your core unable to look at anyone else.

"Y/N," Baela called, snapping you out of your trance.

Aegon stormed past you as you walked over to your sister, a door slamming in the distance once you stopped by her.

Baela looked at you, a deep frown covering her face as if she was contemplating what she was about to say. "Don't do it."

You rolled your eyes at her, stepping into the kitchen as you went onto a search in the cabinets. Then your eyes laid upon it, the sleek black wine fridge in the corner. You typed in the code, it opening up for you as you pulled a bottle of white.

"Y/N," Baela snapped, stomping in behind you. You ignored her as you pulled out 2 wine glasses from the cabinet, sliding past her to make your way out of the room. "Don't."

"I love you but this is really none of your business," you told her, turning on your heel to give her a pointed look. "I'm going to go now. If you need me you message or call me. I'll order food for everyone later, have a drink or two lighten up." You made your way through the living room, hoping she'd stop following you. "But whatever you do, do not barge into my room."

Baela nodded, watching you as you picked up your bags.

You sighed once you reached the master bedroom door, trying to pull the handle but only finding it locked. You knocked, having to practically slam against the door until you heard shuffling and a loud groan from the other side.

Aegon yanked the door open, whiskey bottle still in hand and lips parted ready to shout. Then he noticed you standing there, pushing him to the side to make your way in. You dropped your stuff on the side of the room, placing the bottle and glasses down as well.

"You do not need that," you told him, yanking the whiskey bottle from his hand. It was already open, the smell of it lingering from his breath as he reached to take it back. "Don't be stupid, you do not need it."

You walked to the en-suite, opening the bottle as you poured out its contents in the sink.

Aegon didn't protest, instead he just watched wide eye, slightly defeated as if you were taking away his most precious belonging.

"You can have a glass of wine and you can take it steady," you said, pointing to where you had placed the bottle and glasses.

He snatched the bottle off the side, opening it to chug some of it down. Of course he was acting like a bratty child, trying to drown his sorrows by ignoring you.

"You could at least pour me a glass," you sighed, unpacking things from your bag to find something more comfy to change into.

"What are you doing?" Aegon asked, sitting back on the bed.

"Changing," you replied.

"No I mean what are you doing here? Coming into my room- you know what I mean." He seemed frustrated, voice growing louder as he spoke.

"There's only a few rooms here. So if the others are sharing and some are sleeping on the couch, I'll just share this room with you." Both of you knew you were lying but who really cared in the moment, you were together weren't you. "Anyway they're all doing their thing, I just want to relax and watch a movie or something."

Aegon couldn't help but stare at you as you peeled the clothes off your body, fist clenching when you stepped out of your shorts. Your bare ass still showing the faint brown bruises that he had marked you with, making him slip into his self loathing a little bit more.

When you were changed, you walked back to the bed, grabbing a few of the pillows as you placed them like a wall between you and Aegon. You sat on the other side of the bed, using the remote to turn the TV on, putting a movie on as you felt Aegon's eyes piercing into you from the side.

"I'm sorry."

You twisted your head round to look at him, seeing that broken boy staring back at you. His lips quivering as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He looked exhausted, the hollow darkness surrounding his eyes and his sunken expression indicating lack of sleep that you hoped was due to not having your presence.

You wanted him to suffer like you had, you wanted him to be unbearable pain. It was only fair, you thought but why when he looked at you like that, did you feel yourself crumbling inside ready to cave into him.

"I fucked up," he pleaded, a tear falling down his face. He opened his mouth, struggling to figure out what to say as the words stammered out of his mouth. "I just want to make it up to you and-"

"You know that night I came in and-" your voice cracked as you felt a sob lodged in your throat "-I just wanted to see you."

His hand reached out for you and you slapped it away, glaring at him.

"You say you love me," you sobbed, hands reaching to cover your face. "But you do the meanest things to me."

He pulled you in, arms wrapping around you not moving even when you punched at his chest. It took a moment for you to relax, finally sobbing into his chest as he comforted you.

"I love you so much," Aegon confessed, hand sliding against your back.

"Please stop saying that," you told him, pushing away at his chest as he begun to release you. You parted slightly, his arms still around the sides of your body and your faces only a mere few inches apart. "You don't love me."

"I've always loved you, Y/N." Aegon's lips trembled, tears slowly sliding down his face as he looked at you with deep pain. "It never started at a certain point, it was just always there. From the very moment you defended me against my dad when I was ten. Taking the blame for throwing his phone in the pool when you knew I had done it in a fit of rage. How you constantly every time without a fail would try and defend me when I got in trouble even when it didn't work."

You peered down, nibbling on your lip as you thought back to such memories. How even when you tried to take the blame, you'd both end up in trouble. Your parents telling you it wasn't okay to lie.

“Or the time my mother slapped me around the face in the kitchen. You came to my room and reassured me that what she said was not true, that someone would love me. That I was worth something. That-” his voice was shaky making it hard for him to speak “-that you loved me. From even before then I wanted you to love me but after that I realised all I needed in life was your love.”

Aegon cupped your cheeks with his hands, holding you there so you had to look up at him. "I thought it was evident in the way I'd follow you around aimlessly like some love sick puppy. When I do something to make you mad, you'd ignore me for hours until I was on my knees begging for you to forgive me." His fingers wiped away your tears as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I've always loved you and I'm here begging for your forgiveness again, something I truly don't deserve. If you want, I'll get on my knees and beg for it because of how I feel about you. I’ll do anything you want me to.”

"You are right, you don't deserve my forgiveness," you admitted, hands reaching up to rest on his chest. You paused for what felt like the longest second, taking the sight of the beautiful broken boy in, knowing that a few words could crush him. "But my mother is also right. Every time I try and stay upset with you it always takes it toll on me. I hate being without you, it's why I forgave you so easily growing up."

Aegon relaxed finally, letting out a deep sigh as his eyes fluttered shut.

"I'm tired," you whispered, leaning into him. "I'm so tired, Aegon."

"Of course, my love," he said, pulling you into him as you laid yourself on your chest.

You both fell asleep like that, his hand tickling your back and your head resting against his shoulder. Both of you finally finding some sort of peace between you.

_

When you woke, it was in Aegon's arms, your lips fighting a smile as you noticed him already awake. His fingers still running down your back as he flicked through his phone. You lifted yourself up, giving him a peck and catching him off guard completely.

"What time is it?" You asked, noticing how the curtains were drawn and the lamp was the only thing to light up the room.

"It's about 8 o'clock," he replied.

"Oh I need to order food for the others." You rushed to find your phone, looking around the room.

"It's fine. I've already done it." Aegon grabbed your arm, yanking you back towards him. "And I got us some food as well."

"You did?" You straddled his lap, hands falling to his chest as you got comfortable. Eyebrows raised at him as you smirked.

"I don't think Baela likes me very much," Aegon said, hands sliding up your sides. "I think she hates me... actually."

"Oh yeah," you chuckled, imagining how that interaction went. His hands slid under the clothing of your t-shirt, fingers tracing the soft skin of your stomach as he made his way further up. You shivered in delight at the feeling, noticing his hungry eyes staring at your chest. "Let's not talk about my sister right now."

"What do you want to talk about?" Aegon asked, hands finally cupping your breasts as he sat up further. His lips found your neck, licking and sucking a line up your throat.

You rocked your hips back and forth, sighing contently at the feeling. "How about how you still need to make it up to me?"

"What do you have in mind?" He gazed up at you, a wide grin as he waited for your response. He wanted so badly to hear those dirty words fall from your lips.

"I want you to eat me out."

That's all Aegon needed, flipping you both over to lay you back down on the bed. He hovered over you, stripping you of your t-shirt. The way he stared at you had you on edge, nerves swimming in your stomach as you could see his violet eyes dilate at the sight of you.

"Aegon kiss me," you whispered, hoping that with his lips on yours you'd be able to calm yourself.

He hovered over you, pressing his lips onto yours gently. You grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss further. Hovering over you, Aegon rubbed his cock between your legs, making you wrap your legs instinctively around him.

Aegon broke the kiss, hovering his lips over yours. "Needy for me, are you?"

"Yes," You whimpered, reaching up to his lips again only for him to lean away.

He tutted, sitting up so he could kneel between your legs. He grabbed your ankles, pushing them down against your thighs, your knees reaching your rib cage. "I'd like to play with this position later." His erection grinded into you, making you leak at the sensation.

Finally he leaned down, wrapping your legs around his shoulders. His fingers slowly trailed over the material of your thong, your hips arching to increase the friction.

"Please, Aegon," You pleaded, feeling desperate for him now.

He pressed soft kiss to the material of your thongs, loving the way you mewled and bucked your hips up to him. Sticking his wide tongue out as he placed a long stripe against your clothed cunt. Your fingers weaved into his locks, massaging the back of his head as you tried to pull him closer. He was enjoying teasing you over your underwear, having you writhe under him.

"Aegon, please, I beg of you. Stop teasing me."

With his finger, Aegon slipped into your thong, pulling the material down. Your heart raced at the single touch, staring blissfully at him as he pulled the material around your knees. His lips reaching closer to and closer to your core until you could finally fell his breath against your folds.

"You have such a pretty cunt," Aegon admired before finally diving in.

You moaned loudly as Aegon's tongue started to explore your cunt, sucking and licking between the folds. Of course, he wanted to saviour this moment, your cunt was the sweetest thing he ever tasted, his favourite meal.

When his tongue started to lap at your clit, going between flicks and circling it, you couldn't help yourself as your hips arched up to grind against his face. His hands held you down, keeping you firmly in place as he pressed his face deeper into you.

Aegon knew your body better than yourself, knowing each move to make, each part to touch, that had you a crumbling mess as you were now.

"Gods, Aegon." You gazed down at him, eyes glassed over, feeling blissful.

One of his hands moved, sliding across your thigh as his hands grazed the skin. A sinful shiver ran down your spine, not able to stop the sounds that rolled off your tongue. His fingers sliding into your entrance suddenly, bringing you closer to the edge, a tension constricting in your stomach.

"Aegon," you cried, pulling his gaze towards you. The way he grinned between your thighs, eyes holding your own, made you feel like you could cum in seconds. "I'm so close."

He quickened his pace, sending your body into a wave of pleasure. Your thighs clenched around his face, your cunt pulsating around his fingers uncontrollably. You gripped the sheets around you, his name being the only thing that escaped your lips as you moaned for him. He didn't move when you were finished, still lapping at the juices as you grounded yourself.

"Aegon, it's too much." You squirmed at how sensitive you were.

He released you, unwrapping your legs from his shoulders to hover over you. You stopped him, placing your foot on his chest as you shook your head at him breathless.

"I'm not done with punishing you," you told him, biting on your bottom lip as you thought for a second. "You want to show me how sorry you are, cousin?"

He was glaring down at you, chest tightening as he couldn't stop thinking about fucking you. But with your angelic voice, he was smitten ready to do anything you said. "Yes."

"I want you to fuck my thighs," You said bashfully, giggling at the thought.

"Really?" He asked, raising his brows.

"Really."

Aegon rolled his eyes, climbing off the bed. For a second you thought he might be annoyed at you but then his hands grabbed your legs, yanking you till your bottom was at the end of the bed.

"Fuck." Aegon caught sight of your pussy again, palming himself over his boxers. "You're so fucking wet for me." His fingers reached down, being coated by your wetness as he slid through your folds.

He finally pulled his boxers down, swallowing the frustration down as he tried to ignore it. Your mouth hung up, watering slightly as his cock sprung free. His pre cum leaked from his tip, angrily staring at you.

Once Aegon caught you, staring at his cock hungrily, he chuckled. He knew that within seconds he could have you like putty underneath him and then finally he'd be able to feel those spongy walls.

He stepped between your legs gliding his cock between your slit. Nudging your clit as he gathered your wetness, making sure to coat his cock. You whimpered, feeling his cock slide against you. Your cunt clenched down, wanting to feel him inside of you.

Aegon poked his tip at your entrance, hoping to push his luck at your dazed reaction. But you pushed him back with your foot again, shaking your head as a reminder. Aegon groaned, grabbing your legs to squeeze them together as he finally slid his cock between your plump thighs. His cock still sliding against your cunt as he did so, the tip nudging your clit ever so often.

You liked this, watching him pant on top of you as he tried to reach pleasure. He was struggling, loving the soft feeling of your thighs but knowing that your cunt would feel great. It was there, teasing and taunting him as he rubbed against it.

Not everything was so bad from this position. He could watch your ample breasts bounce as he humped himself into you. But as your rutted your hips up into him, whimpers coming from your lips, something snapped within him.

You knew that look in his eye as he brought his cock out from your thighs, tip prodding at your entrance to see your reaction . Your breath caught in your throat as he slid slightly in, your cunt clenching around him. He pulled straight back out, hissing at the sensation.

His hands wrapped around your calves, pressing them into the mattress as your knees touched your ribs again. In this position, with his weight pressed against you, you were completely vulnerable to him. Both of you knew it.

You knew what was coming and in a sick way you wanted him to just take it. In an even more twisted way you probably had wanted him to take it since the moment you had arrived, not wanting to admit to it though.

Without warning he slid into you, your cunt letting him slip in as he bottomed out slowly. You both moaned, his cock slipping in and out of you.

"Just-fuck," you whined, eyes squeezing shut as he pushed in and out of you. He was staring at you, eyes blown out and dark with desire as he taunted you. His cock sliding in and out so slowly, that you were a stuttering mess with your words. "Pl-please go faster."

"I just love it when you beg," Aegon teased, slamming into you completely. He leaned down over you, hovering his lips over yours. "Keep begging, Y/N."

"Please," you repeated, sounding so desperate as you looked up at him.

He was smirking down at you, chuckling menacingly as he started to pound his hips into you harder and faster. Your eyes started to brim with tears as your lower stomach tightened.

"Keep looking at me, my love," Aegon whispered into your lips, letting them touch but not kissing you. Your eyes connected and the moment felt so intimate as your hands gripped onto his arms. "I want to watch as you cum around my cock."

That's all it took, the pleasure being all consuming as your core clenched on him. You cried out his name as your pussy squirted all over him. Your cunt was squeezing him, ripping his own pleasure from him as he came underneath you. His cum squirting inside of you, painting your walls.

Both of you were completely blissed out, trying to catch your breath as Aegon's grip released you. You pulled your legs out from underneath him, wrapping them around his waist as he collapsed on top of you.

After a few moments, he finally slid out and you whimpered slightly as you felt his hot cum slip out of you.

Aegon disappeared into the en suite for a moment, coming back out with a wet towel and a proud smirk on his face. He gently reached between your thighs, wiping your pussy as he cleaned you up. You hummed at the sensation, closing your eyes as you relaxed.

You crawled back up the bed, slipping underneath the sheets as you waited for him. It wasn't long before he moved in beside you, pulling you onto his chest.

For a second you realised you both hadn't said anything, the silence quite comfortable between you. His fingers tickling the skin of your arm as he traced shapes there, you were sure he was spelling out your name.

"Aegon," you whispered, tangling your leg in between his. He lifted your chin with his fingers, your gaze falling upon his face. You knew then as you felt your heart stop in your chest, how you felt for him. "I love you." Your heart constricted, tears forming around yours eyes. "I'm in love with you."

"I know," Aegon said, your head falling into his chest.

"What are we going to do?" You asked him, sobbing into his chest. "It's not like we can just be together. You're my cousin. We are family."

He hushed you, his fingers grazing your back as to calm your cries. "We will figure this out together but for now don't think too much into it. Just enjoy this moment with me."

You looked back up at him, nodding as you nibbled on your lip. His hands cupped your face, thumbs wiping your tears before he leaned into to kiss you. His lips made you forget, letting his presence sooth you. Your body relaxing into his once again.

"If it's any constellation, I love you too," Aegon whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

With both of your body's wrapped up in each other, you slept for once peacefully. As if nothing in the world existed outside the room, as if nothing else truly mattered.

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Ra-on 1

Summary: Ra-on comes into your room to deliver some human essence for you to drink.

(If I'm going to be writing about Ra-on, I'm at least going to make him into a good-looking, if soggy, pretty boy. Just, looks like he's been left out in the rain. And is slightly oily. Pathetic style. And gross. I am not exaggerating when I say I made Ra-on real gross. It's fun for me.)

"This," you sloshed the full bottle around, "I have to drink, this?"

"Yes," Ra-on nodded and looked away, biting his dry lips, "It's, uh, it's Minhyeok's."

"…did you drink first?" You asked.

"Well, no but-"

You put the bottle on the floor and rolled it towards Ra-on with a light kick. "Then you drink first. I'm not drinking before you."

Ra-on is weaker than you are. More prone to collapsing faster than you. He'll need it more than you do, even though you are pretty sick yourself. That and you want to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.

"But-"

"Just drink first." You said in a tone that left no room for argument.

Ra-on gulped as he picked up the bottle. He swished it back and forth, as if fascinated by the thick consistency. He licked his lips. He popped off the cork and began to chug.

"Not in front of me," you groaned out, massaging your throbbing temples, "Out. Drink that elsewhere."

Why? Just, why? Is this another one of his kinks? Being looked at while chugging cum? He can have all the kinks in the world, but he shouldn't do them in front of you! You didn't agree to see!

You know what? You've known Ra-on for too long. He wasn't thinking, again. Probably being overly cautious because you're sick and very testy. Thought that because you didn't tell him to get out the first time, that he isn't allowed out.

Augh, that man needs more friends. His social skills are right down the gutter. Not these devils though. They don't count.

Ugh, it's so gross to think about. You care for Minhyeok, you won't deny that but to have to drink his cum? To survive? That's hell. Disgusting. And it was still warm too and you don't know if that's worse of better than if it was cold.

Ra-on choked and popped his lips off the bottle. He coughed, wiped his mouth and gurgled out, "Sorry. I'll-I'll go. I'll be back with more, okay?"

Ugh! Why? Well, you know why but… ah!

"Hey."

Ra-on went stiff and hesitantly turned around, like you're about to scold him. Look at him, he even has his eyes to the ground.

"…" Alright, you have to ask, "Do I have to drink the entire bottle to get better?"

Ra-on blinked and relaxed his thin shoulders, "Ah, well… yeah. It's better to be safe than sorry. If you drink too little, you'll collapse sooner."

…oh boy.

"Minhyeok's balls are gonna be raisins by the time we get back," you collapsed your head into your knees.

Poor man. He does not deserve this fate. But what a trooper, truly.

Ra-on was silent, then gasped after a delay. "…oh no. To have to provide for the both of us… on his own… Um, hey."

"What?" you asked, flatly, head enduring pain that can only be described as being sliced by wires.

You heard shuffling of clothing. "…I think it should work… if I give you some of mine-"

"No. I'm drinking that. And it wouldn't work anyways." It has to be essence from a human that isn't in Hell at the moment. You don't know if it's some purity shit, like somehow being in Hell taints you but whatever. Point being, Ra-on is not an option, and you will not tolerate him being an option.

You're already having trouble keeping yourself from throttling him at every moment. If you had to drink his jizz, you'd straight up let yourself die. You know he would find satisfaction in that. It would pop up later in his masturbation fantasies, you just know it.

…he's always been like that, always sexually charged no matter the time and place. You have no problem with that. His libido will act how it wants. The problem is…

The problem is how Ra-on deals with it. He indulges in it and yet refuses to seek anyone out to relieve it. Refuses to say anything about what he's into and what he wants, and yet jacks it no matter where or who is in the room.

…he didn't even have the decency to stop stroking his dick when you came into the room to borrow Minhyeok's computer. He even finished the minute he saw your face, like he wanted to be caught.

That face... You'll never forget that face of fear and bliss.

You kicked that damn chair out Minhyeok's room the minute Ra-on ran off.

…point being, you don't want anything to do with Ra-on's kinks or semen.

"Well, what if we tried?" Ra-on insisted, pale eyes rounding out in that infuriating puppy-dog like fashion, like that'll work on you the same way it works on Minhyeok.

Gross. Vile. Disgusting.

Your head pulsed and you growled, "No. Get out."

Ra-on clenched his jaw and practically skittered out the door. Good. If he lingered any longer, you would've thrown your shoes at him.

You fell back on the bed. Sleep. You need sleep so you can stop being so angry and snippy. And finally quiet down all the memories you don't want to remember. All so you can be a better person.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #drabble #hell-drabbles #hell-drabbles exclusive #ra-on #reader insert #embittered companion au

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Dating Tyler Durden Would Include...

As requested by: @hyuugasmary

Just some headcannons for dating the world's most chaotic character!

⚠️ Warnings: mentions of death, sexual innuendos⚠️

Tyler Durden is a man who is very in-tune with his feelings. He doesn't deny himself the simpler pleasures of existence and knows where his priorities lie. Therefore, when he figured out he had the hots for you and realized your intellect was something he clicked with, he made you his.

Part of me thinks he was slightly forceful about it. If you had denied his request when he first popped the question, he would've done everything in his power to show you that he could be the person you needed. For example, if you're someone who cares more for physicality in a relationship, he would allow you to watch him kick ass in Fight Club. If you're someone who cares more for personality and intuition, he would focus more on showing you just how intelligent he could be. Either way, he has both looks and smarts so you'd be getting both in the end.

If you had said yes without any hesitation, he would've admired your eagerness and would show it back to you in abundance.

So now, how would you fit into your boyfriend's overarching hatred of the patriarchy and his plans for mass destruction? Simple. You would just be there to offer him support through his ideology and provide him with affection while he makes nitroglycerin. He loves your imagination and your intensity when it comes to arson and sex.

Fight Club is no different; you appreciate the way Lou's Tavern quickly becomes a safe haven for you and the boys, all of whom treat you with utmost respect. I mean, they have to considering the fact that you're their leader's love interest. They allow you to watch from outside of the circle to engage you in the activity, but will never allow you to fight since they know Tyler wouldn't allow a single scratch on your body....unless it came from him.

Tyler wants someone to be on his level of bad-assery. Sure, he wants to protect you and keep you safe but he lets you start any fight or argument just as long as he was right by your side to finish it for you. He wants someone with an internal flame and a passion for watching the world burn.

While you're staying with him on Paper Street in the early days of Project Mayhem, the Space Monkeys instantly refer to you as Second in Command. If you identify as female, you're usually met with "Mrs. Durden" whereas if you identify as a male or somewhere in between, you're met with "Mr. Durden #2."

Tyler lets you harass the newcomers on the porch saying that "you'd teach them a better lesson than I could since they'd be staring at you anyways." But still offers to beat anyone up if they glance at you in a suggestive way.

Nights with Tyler are spent hunched over pots of the latest soap mix; gagging at the smell of the liposuction bags as you pull them out from the fridge. Tyler plays his music which is something with a sharper edge to it since he is very much into the punk genre, but I also have a feeling he would also play a lot of Depeche Mode.

On the nights where he didn't desire to blow things up in the morning, he would stay with you in his room, wrapping you up in his arms and playing with your hair while you fell asleep. He would never be cold to you but he would spend a lot of time on his "homework assignments" and phoning in on the other clubs set up in different states. He would tell you what was on his mind as he thought of it, but the nights where he felt really comfortable, he would let his anxieties and insecurities show just a little bit more than usual since he trusts you not to judge him. Which you don't.

During the day, you would usually watch him in the basement of Lou's Tavern as he prepared for another club session later that evening. You would also tag along with him when he worked in the theatre while he spliced single frames of pornography into family films. You usually picked out the lewd images since the two of you would crack up when kids started to cry.

Bonus!

Patching up Tyler's wounds after an intense session of Fight Club, scolding him for going too hard and overexerting himself.

Wearing Tyler's infamous coffee mug printed robe in the mornings.

Dancing with Tyler to no music in corridors of fully populated buildings for absolutely no reason other than self amusement.

Calling your boyfriend Mr. Durden once on accident since it's all you heard on a daily basis and him laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes.

Both of you hating pet names but you call each other "babe." He will occasionally call you "love" but only in the bedroom or times where there's no one else around. It's not that he's embarrassed, he just likes the exclusivity.

Having him tell you about his scars while you trace over them on his bare skin, admiring every inch of the beautiful man before you.

One time you got into a fight with Angel Face (Jared Leto's character) and he pushed you. Tyler beat his face in so hard that the blonde had to use his $300 of personal burial money a bit sooner than he anticipated.

Tyler will teach his "life lessons" when you're around but he would never dream of putting you in danger. His near-life experiences are only for the times he knows you're sound asleep safe at home in his bedroom.

Tyler is just a little bit more cautious about how much trouble he really gets into, knowing that he can't die when he has you to come back to every night.

And last but not least...

Tyler wears your clothes. You saw how he dressed in the movie with his Goodwill attire? Yeah. He doesn't care much for fashion or practicality so he will 100% walk to his job as a banquet waiter in your cutoff pink shirt with a shrimp on it.

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun with this one! >:)

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