#rather than an ‘i have to explain everything bad ever to explain why I’m like this n for you to be able to understand me’

[bubblebaththoughts]

Virginity

Neteyam x Fem!Omatikayan!Reader

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warnings: 18+ MDNI, p in v, loss of virginity, semi-innocent reader, corruption kink, cutie caring Neteyam, 18+ MDNI!

The morning started off slow for you, yet the day seemed to go by in a blur.

There wasn’t much you had to do today but right now you were heading home from a little hunt with your best friend, Neteyam.

He was going on and on about this girl he met the other night and you had begun to tune him out, his little sexual endeavors no longer interested you.

“Is everything alright?” Neteyam interrupted your train of thought

You must have spaced out on your walk home, as the clan was now in sight, not too far now.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” You responded distantly

“How are you feeling?” Neteyam prodded

“I feel good. Why?” You ask, turning your head back to look at him briefly

“No reason.” Neteyam shrugged “Just figured it wouldn’t hurt to check on you.”

“Well I’m fine Neteyam.” You smiled, now facing your path again

“I- I have a question.” He hesitated

“Okay, Um- ask it then.” You responded, not sure where this was going

“How come you’ve never…” He looked around, making sure there were no other listening ears “Done anything?”

Your eyes squint in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you listen to all of my experiences but you’ve never told me anything about your own.” He explained, his face now faced the ground as he scratched the back of his ear

“You mean like… sexual things?” You now whisper as your face burns in embarrassment

“Why are you saying it like it’s a bad thing?” Neteyam queried, his hand grabbing your elbow to stop you in your tracks

“I- I mean it’s definitely not a bad thing, but I, I don’t know, it’s just never happened for me.” You stuttered out, your voice almost quivering as Neteyam towered over you.

“Never?” Neteyam’s head tilted in confusion “So, what, you’re a virgin? Really?”

“Shush!” You smacked his chest, making him laugh in amusement

The two of you had been best friends for years, so it wasn’t a particularly uncomfortable thing to talk about with him. But, still, you found it embarrassing for yourself, and you avoided eye contact with him.

“How do you release stress?” Neteyam asked, almost laughing as he looked down at you in amazement “How can you hold out for so long?”

“Because I’m not a sex addict?” You quipped, making him laugh once again

“I’m not an addict. I have a healthy relationship with my sex life, actually.” He grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye, “You can’t just ignore it.”

You shove his hand away, “Leave it alone, Neteyam.”

“I’m sorry, every word that’s coming out of your mouth just intrigues me more.” Neteyam laughed

You try to push away from him, but he has a strong hold on you.

“Have you, at the very least, ever been kissed, sevin?”

Your eyes widen and your face flushes with embarrassment when once again.

“No?” He analyzes you with his eyes carefully, as if he’d never seen you before now. And, to be frank, he probably had never seen you quite like this before.

“Can I ask you a more personal question?” He asked, his eyes still boring into you

You scoff, “Does it get anymore personal than this?”

“Yes or no?” He insisted, taking you by the chin once again to force eye contact

“Fine.” You stared up at him, awaiting his question

“As I was saying earlier… um, to relieve stress, be honest, do you touch yourself?” He asked, rather bluntly

Your eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights, “W-what do you mean?”

Neteyam’s lips pull into a small smirk. “You know, at night, after a long day…” His hand slipped down to you hip, pulling you gently against him. “When you get all alone…”

“No… No I don’t…” You take a breath, “I don’t do that.”

“What a shame…” Neteyam laughed, his hand squeezing at your hip

“Really?” You asked, eyes wider than ever

“I mean… you are missing out… but who am I to judge you for the pace you decide to take?” Neteyam shrugged

“Neteyam… I don’t like that I’m so inexperienced… but now…” You begin to try and explain but Neteyam cuts you off

“It’s alright, it’s never too late, believe me.” He reassured you

“But, I don’t even know how to… you know.” You hinted, now avoiding his eye contact again

“Touch yourself?” He teased

“…yeah.” You nod

“Just… explore yourself… I don’t know how to explain it without… showing you.” He advised

“That’s not helpful.” You laughed

“I mean, if you want, I could… help you.” Neteyam suggested “By showing you.”

“I don’t know…” You looked away from him

“Exactly! You don’t know. Which is why you should let me help you.” He urged, humorously

“This isn’t a joke Neteyam!” You whined, pushing at his chest

“No, it’s not.” He said, seriously “I do want to help you, let me help you sevin, please?”

The second you agreed he was on you.

His lips connected with yours in a passion that you felt you could never recreate with anyone else.

He pulls both of you off of the beaten path into the wooded area that could cover you both. He lays you down on the mossy ground and sinks in between your legs

You feel a tingle of excitement as Neteyam begins to touch you. His hands are gentle and kind as he guides you through the motions of self-pleasure.

He moves your hand up and down your body, slowly caressing each area as he talks you through it. His words are soft and encouraging, telling you what to do and how to do it.

He takes you through the steps of stimulating yourself, explaining each sensation as it passes through your body. You can feel your heart racing and your breathing becoming more and more shallow.

Neteyam uses his fingers to separate your slick folds, and then he uses your fingers to trace over his touches.

“This right here, your clit, that’s your main focus.” He brings your fingers over it

Neteyam smiled up at you, he wanted to comment on how wet you were, but he didn’t want to embarrass you further. Though internally, it boosted his ego and simultaneously made his mouth water.

He guides your hand lower, lightly touching your most intimate areas. You blush at the sensation, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. He teases and tantalizes you until you can't take it anymore and you let out a moan of pleasure.

“Feeling alright?” He asked, looking up once again

“Mhm.” Was all you could manage

Without any warning to you, Neteyam began to ease one finger into you.

You gasp in surprise, making Neteyam smirk up at you. You desperately clench around his finger as he carefully prods at the spot that made you feel the best.

He continues to massage and caress you, slowly and gently pushing you deeper and deeper into pleasure. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge until finally you reach the peak of pleasure and let out a loud cry of ecstasy as you experience your very first orgasm.

“There you go, you feel so good.” He whispers to you

Neteyam's hands are still on you, gently soothing and calming you as you come down from the high. You feel exhausted but incredibly satisfied. You turn to him and smile.

“Neteyam, can I ask something from you?” Your eyes had a slightly worried look in them

“Of course. Anything.” He nodded, his hand resting on your hip

“I, I want you to…” You sigh, unsure how to form your words

“You want me to…?” His eyes stared at you intensely “To what? Use your words.”

“To be my first.” You practically whispered

“That’s what you want?” His head tilted slightly in concern “Me?”

You nod, at this point you were ready to just disappear in to the mossy ground you were both lying on.

“Okay… I’ll do it.” He looked at you, almost as scared as you were. “I’ve… never been with a virgin though, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No it’s alright.” You placed a hand on his shoulder “I want it to be you, I’d rather it would be you that hurt me than anyone else.”

With a gentle touch, he takes your face in his hands and leans in to kiss you. His lips are so soft, and his kiss lingers as his hands slowly make their way around your body.

His touch is so gentle and loving, it sends shivers down your spine. His hands keep exploring, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. He is so patient and understanding, and you feel safe and comfortable in his arms.

You felt a rush of heat flood through you and you opened your mouth to welcome his tongue. His lips moved with yours in a passionate dance that sent shivers down your spine. You felt his hands slide down your back and cup your bottom, pressing you even closer to him.

You could feel his hardness pressed against you and your legs began to tremble in anticipation. He pulled away for a moment, his breath hot against your neck, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. He took your hand and led you to the bed, his gaze never leaving yours.

He lays you down and hovered above you, his body covering yours. His lips moved down your neck and you felt his hands slide up your thighs. You gasped as his fingers brushed against the most intimate parts of you and his tongue explored the sensitive skin around your nipples.

“You’re really sure about this?” He asks one last time

“Yes.” You make eye contact with him, he could see the fear in your eyes but continued anyways.

Your heart raced and your breathing was heavy as he moved up and positioned himself between your legs. You felt his hard cock press against you and you let out a whinper as he slowly entered you.

“Mn- So- fuck- So tight.” Neteyam grunted softly

“Ah- Neteyam!” You cried out for him

“Right here baby… It’s alright, doing so good.” He groaned as he bottomed out inside of you “Sque- Fuck. Squeezing me so much.”

Your fingers dig into his biceps as you whine for him. A mix of pain and newfound pleasure overwhelming you. He gave you a long few moments to adjust to this new sensation. This new stretch.

“Can’t believe you hid this tight ass pussy from me.” He groaned as he began to gently grind his hips against yours “Shoulda let me in here a long time ago.”

He nestles his head into the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.

Slowly, he began to rock in and out of you.

He slides his hand along your thigh, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. His touch is gentle, yet firm, and he knows exactly how to handle your body. His lips brush against yours, and you can't help but melt into his embrace.

He kisses you deeply, exploring your mouth with his tongue. You moan as He continues his gentle, yet deep thrusts into you. His hands explore your body, caressing and teasing you, all of the combined feelings turning you into a quivering, trembling mess.

He takes his time, savoring every moment.

“Doin’ so good for me.” He mumbled against your lips

He drove deep into you, intentionally deep, and your cries of pleasure fill the air. You can feel the intensity of his passion as he brings you ever closer to the brink.

“Oh, you gonna cum for me again?” He asked, sounding beautifully breathless

“Neteyam- Yes!” You cry for him.

“Mm… I might just cum for you too.” He groaned as you squeezed around him

His hand reached down, easily finding your clit again and began to rub gentle circles on it, giving you another leap towards the edge.

The sensations were overwhelming and you clung to him as he moved faster and faster. You cried out as your orgasm swept through you. You felt him tense, and then still.

Just as you begin to calm down, he grabs your hips and pushes in deep, filling you with his warm cum.

“Uh- Fuck.” He moaned, his head thrown back as he stilled himself completely.

After a second, he gently pulled out.

He lay beside you, his arms around you, and you felt a wave of contentment wash over you.

“Thank you Neteyam.” You whispered

“Mm, you’re welcome…” He peppered gentle kisses on your neck “From now on, all mine.”

“What?” Your eyes went wide

“You. You’re all mine.” He smiled against your neck, “C’mon, rest now, you did so much today.”

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[canthelpit0]

Enemies (with benefits) PT2

Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader

Word count : 6.2k +

Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly

Warnings: swearing, smut, a lot of plot, use of Y/N, FOMO, partying, drinking, smoking (cigarettes, weed), pet names (sweetheart, pretty boy, pretty girl, ma, cherry), name calling (slut), making out, getting caught, p in v, jealous!Reader, jealous!Chris, dom!Chris, unprotected (wrap it before u tap it), spanking, riding, doggy, degradation(?), creampie, slut shaming

(A/N: I wrote this in like a day. so I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes. this was fun to write and ended up way longer than intended. Enjoy 🤭)

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 FINAL

Now sitting at my vanity I’m touching up the rest of my makeup. I’ve been invited to some party, even though I said I would distance myself from that kind of stuff. But I was invited and my FOMO was bad enough to make me go.

“You done? The Uber is here.” Evelyn asks. Evelyn is my best friend, and she has been since middle school, she was there for my awkward phases and stuck with me. Now we’re in senior year soon to graduate.

“Yeah I’m coming.”

I say standing up a bit too aggressively than intended. I just really would like to stay home for once and just sleep, but I really can’t.

I don’t even want to go to that goddamn party, but the more time passed the more I thought about how much I’d miss out on.

‘What if something happened and I wasn’t there to see it’

I grab my purse and walk out the door, Evelyn following behind me.

I was wearing a tight, black, mini-dress, that wasn’t as short as the average mini-dress. It is about mid-thigh, but it has a ‘sexy slit’ up my left thigh. And my hair simply down

Evelyn was wearing a simple navy blue mini-dress, that, in her words “has the right amount of glitter on it”. Both of us decked up in jewelry.

Evelyn has her hair bleached, almost platinum blonde. She wears a lot of heavy makeup, but she looks gorgeous with it. Her eyes are dark adding a good contrast.

The first time Evelyn dyed her hair was in like 8th grade. To go from her dirty blonde a little lighter. Until eventually doing it so many times, going lighter and lighter until she ended up here, platinum blonde. But it suits her.

We walk out of my house, the Uber already there like she’d said.

And while I’m still thinking about why I even agreed to this, and ‘oh, it won’t be that bad’ , and ‘I do this all the time anyway’ , we arrive.

“Girl” Evelyn nudges me nodding to the window, and when I turn my head we’re here. I open the car door, and as soon as I do I can already hear the faint hum of the music coming from inside. I slide out of the backseat, Evelyn following behind me, after paying and tipping the driver.

We step up to the porch, and people in the front yard were already throwing up and smoking and whatnot. After all, we came fashionably late.

As soon as we Walk in the intense smell of alcohol and weed washes over me.

I started to question if this was actually a good idea. But when I look over at Evelyn the blonde is already looking over the crowd of people. She looks excited, and I can’t help the sigh that I let out.

Nobody seems to hear it anyway, the music is too loud.

“Go have fun,” Evelyn says over the music elbowing my side.

I roll my eyes looking over at her, a small smile crossing my lips as I chuckle. “You too. I’ll see you later.” I answer loudly smiling back at her before she nods eagerly.

Evelyn isn’t a bad friend at all. She’s great. Just at parties, I would much rather not stand next to her while she is flirting with some dude.

I tell her everything. Always. Except for the fact that me and Chris hook up. It’s kind of a more secret thing, especially since Evelyn knows how much we hate each other. It’s hard to explain. The feeling, the things that he makes me feel. So I don’t even try.

I watch her fade into the crowd starting to make my own way into the party.

It was a simple house party some random popular rich kid was throwing. Nothing special.

I make my way to the kitchen, brushing past drunk and sweaty teenagers.

Parties are way more enjoyable when you’re drunk.

So I pore myself some shots to get myself started.

I down another shot, feeling like the two I already took weren’t enough. I put down the shot glass more aggressively than needed, my face contorting in disgust at the liquid burning down my throat.

I look over at the bottle of tequila on the counter next to me. I sigh steadying myself on the counter my arms holding me up. I look down for a moment already feeling the alcohol kick in. The music started to sound louder, ringing in my ears.

I sigh standing up straight again. I can feel the effects starting. My eyes scan the room, looking for any familiar faces, or anyone cute..

With how much I party I handle my shots pretty well.

I furrow my eyebrows walking around the kitchen island to the living room where most people are, crowded in the middle, dancing and whatnot.

I see Evelyn there, and she’s just dancing so I join her.

After a while I excuse myself. I need some fresh air. I’d been offered one too many beers and I was feeling way more drunk than I wanted to be.

I really don’t wanna go home completely drunk.

I push my way through the crowd of teenagers, making my way to the back door. Getting out, the fresh air hits me like a truck. It feels like I can breathe again.

I step down the porch, sitting down at the steps of the back porch leaning against the railing slightly.

The fresh air feels sobering, but the sips from my red solo cup keep me drunk. I think it’s some sort of beer, but honestly, with the amount of different alcohol I’ve had tonight, I can’t even tell the difference.

Suddenly I feel a presence next to me. I look over to see a brunette boy.

Ethan Marlo.

He’s the school's resident stoner. The leader of the other skater boys. He’s been caught smoking on school grounds so many times.

And while I was certainly not innocent either, at least I didn’t go and get caught.

His hair is long and messy brown… -reminds me of Chris’.. no it’s too curly for that...

His eyes are brown but somehow sharp like he was staring into my soul, and judging everything he saw.

I’d talked to him a few times before, nothing worth noting though. But from what interaction I’ve had with him he was nicer than he looks.

He may just have a resting bitch face.

“Hey?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.

I watch him pull the cigarette from his lips blowing the toxic smoke away.

“Hi.”

I watch as he puts the cigarette back between his lips. I raise an eyebrow watching him. Waiting for him to speak. To tell me why he is sitting next to me.

But he doesn’t.

“Do you talk?” I ask slightly annoyed at having my alone time interrupted cause some random kid sat down.

“Yeah.” He mumbles against his cigarette taking another puff.

He pulls the cigarette from his lips and blows away the smoke before looking at me again.

“I’m Ethan.” He smiles slightly.

“I know.”

Almost everybody knows Ethan. The kid’s a troublemaker. Teachers hate him. He’s a problem child and people know him for that. And he’s not exactly ugly or anything either.

“Now sweetheart, this would be the moment when you introduce yourself.” He sounds sarcastic almost like he was fucking with me.

“Y/n” I say simply staring back at him as he gives me a goofy grin.

I’m not popular in school, but people still know me. They know who I am because mainly Chris and I would always argue. And people know Chris.

Girls are all over him. Asides from the obvious fact that he’s a triplet and most people think that’s interesting. Most people also think he’s hot.

But most people at our school are stupid anyway.

“You want one?” He asks nodding down to the cigarette in his hands.

It wasn’t like I’d never smoked before, but I’m not a smoker.

I shrug letting out a small “Why not”

I look back at Ethan, and I feel him cup my face with his hand. My lips parted in shock. he chuckles, He places his cigarette between my lips.

When he takes his hand off of my face I raise an eyebrow at him, taking the cigarette between my pointer and middle finger as I inhale it.

Taking the cigarette from my lips I go to speak again. I breathe out the smoke.

“Dude” I sigh, my tone sounds flatter than intended. but whatever.

I pause for a moment taking another drag. He was always known to carry some weed.

“You got any weed?” I ask handing him the cigarette.

He chuckles pulling out an already rolled blunt and tossing it over to me. “You’re pretty you know that?”

He says looking back at me. I raise my eyebrow picking up the rolled blunt and putting it in my purse. “Oh yeah?”

It sounds more cocky than it did in my head but oh well.

I probably look really cocky right now. With the way, I’m leaning back against the higher step behind me.

But whatever. Honestly, I’m too drunk to care.

I put the cigarette back between my lips breathing in the toxic smoke.

Okay, maybe crossfaded.

Pulling the cigarette from my lips, I hold it between two fingers as I take a sip of my drink in my solo cup.

“Yeah”

He looks at me like he genuinely thinks I’m pretty. And honestly, I like the attention, but I don’t know if I actually like it. It feels weird. But I don’t know if that’s just me being drunk and oblivious or something.

I hand him over the cigarette and he takes it from my fingers, taking a drag of it.

“You’re interesting.”

The words leave my lips before I know. He was. I don’t think he was middle class at all. And he was a stoner and a skater, of course, he is interesting.

“Is that a compliment?” He chuckles watching me as he smokes his cigarette.

I chuckle. I feel like I’m sobering up too much.

“Imma go inside pretty boy.”

And with that I’d gotten up, half stumbling to the door. As soon as I'm inside I brush through crowds of people.

Oh wow, that dude looks like Chris

I stop in my tracks as I narrow my eyes at the couple making out in the corner of the living room.

Hold on that is Chris.

Who the fuck is he kissing.

Poor girl

They shift slightly and even from across the room I can tell that he’s deepening the kiss.

I wait to see if they shift enough for me to see her face.

Chris turns her around, pinning her to the wall by her neck. Her entire face is in view.

Charlotte Baker.

I’ve known Charlotte since kindergarten. Chris had too. But I’ve known Chris longer than she has.

I thought he wasn’t into blondes?

I wouldn’t care who he kisses, we’re not exclusive or anything. But him kissing the very embodiment of what he is not into? The person I hate the most?

Well okay, I don’t really hate Charlotte. I severely dislike her. She’s a bitch. No literally. She’s always so rude. But I don’t know if that’s just me. She seems to have a particular hatred towards me.

They continue making out and honestly, I don’t want to see him stick his tongue down her throat- like he had done to me so many times.

I blink aggressively. I realize that people have been brushing past me and that I’d been staring so I move out of the way.

Leaning against the wall of the living room, right opposite where Chris has her pinned. I’m watching them. I know I am. But I can’t pull my eyes away from them.

It feels like I only have tunnel vision on them. And honestly I don’t know who I feel bad for more.

Chris, for kissing Charlotte, knowing she’s a bitch.

Or Charlotte, knowing she’s making out with a guy whose motto is literally ‘hit and quit’.

I can feel my throat burning as I sip on my red solo cup, which is probably filled with beer.

I sigh, I really need to sober up

I push myself off the wall shaking my head slightly. I go to the kitchen, pushing through the teens in my way. Honestly, I don’t know what time it is, but do I care tho.

I pour the liquid in the red solo cup down the drain, watching it. I lean against the counter over the sink closing my eyes for a second to stay focused.

But all I can really think of is Chris and Charlotte making out just a room away. And the thought disgusts me to the point I wanna throw up, but that could also be the alcohol.

God, I wish I could string together a coherent thought.

I glance over my shoulder. The kitchen is open to the living room and entry but from where I’m standing I can’t see them.

I go to the fridge pulling out a water bottle. The bottle is cold against my skin, and suddenly I’m aware of how I feel like I’m burning up.

With shaky hands, I open the bottle of water taking a sip. Letting the cold water flow down my throat and ease the burn of the alcohol I’d been drinking.

I blind furiously stare at the wall trying to sober up drinking half the bottle.

I sigh my eyes drifting back to the living room. I feel more sober than I did five minutes ago.

I can’t see them, so I walk to the other side of the kitchen trying to get a view of where they were without having to go back to the living room.

They’re not there.

My thoughts immediately go to dirtier places. Shaking my head I furrow my eyebrows, my body tensing up before I realize.

Fuck, ew, I don’t wanna think of that. The fuck.

I take another sip of the water trying really hard to sober up more.

But before I know it, I’m already stumbling up the steps.

So maybe I’m not as sober as I thought, what about it.

I think I’d decided to go upstairs to relax instead of outside because Ethan was still outside. And honestly, I’d left him, so if I came outside again he’d surely ask why I came back right?

I open a random door, leaning against the doorway. Staring into the room my eyes squinted.

Until my eyes fall on Chris… with Charlotte.

Them, making out, Charlotte on top of him while she is fumbling to undo his belt.

Chris’ eyes snap open staring at me. While kissing her. My jaw clenches as I stand frozen not moving to leave like I should’ve.

He breaks the kiss slightly, pushing Charlotte away but not letting go.

“Y/n. Leave”

His gruff voice says and my mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out.

When Charlotte hears my name, and sees he’s looking past her she looks over her shoulder her eyes locking her with mine.

A disgusted look crossed my face. Not that it was intentional, but Jesus was this sight ircking.

Did I look like that when I’m on top of Chris? Ew.

I shake my head slightly turning on my heel, slamming the door behind me.

Okay, maybe dealing with Ethan would’ve been easier than ever having to witness that.

I walk downstairs. That sight sobered me up more than all the water I just drank.

I card through the people again now annoyed with how many people are here. Christ i just want to be alone somewhere.

Going back outside I sit back down next to Ethan. He had moved to the side where I had been sitting. And now he was smoking some weed.

“Back already?”

His tone sounds amused, and now that I’m more sober I can clearly see him checking me out.

“You mind?” I raise an eyebrow turning more towards him. my eyes scanning his face.

He had those dark brown eyes. They were droopy and he had heavy bags under them. His hair did remind me of Chris’, it was almost the same shade. His hair was curlier than Chris’ tho and probably also a little longer. His jawline is sharp and-

Why the hell am I comparing this random cute skater boy to Chris?

“No” he chuckles and looks at me.

He looks kind, honestly.

I lean over taking the blunt from between his lips and putting them between my own.

“What, did you already smoke the blunt I just gave you?”

“So what if I did?”

I didn’t. It was still in my purse, but he didn’t need to know that. Maybe he’ll give me more.

I pull the blunt from my lips blowing the smoke right in his face. But he doesn’t even flinch at it.

He’s a stoner, of course, he wouldn’t.

He chuckles watching me, taking the blunt from my lips before I can take a drag. Grinning, he puts it between his own lips.

“ ‘ts fine. I have more” he mumbles around the blunt before inhaling properly.

“I see that” I chuckle watching him as he takes a drag.

He looks pretty like that. He looks painfully similar to Chris tho. He could almost be their lost brother. If he put in blue contacts that is.

That’s a stupid thought-

“So, you know the party is inside right? What’re you doing here?” I ask my curiosity taking over.

He chuckles blowing the smoke into my face like I had previously done to him. He puts the blunt between my lips.

“Don’t question me, pretty girl.” He chuckles. I raise an eyebrow but inhale from the blunt. Watching him pull the blunt to his own lips as I exhale.

“Yeah,” I chuckle watching him. I feel more sober than before, but the weed is making me feel things again. “Mhm, so don’t question me either.”

He raises an eyebrow, pulling the blunt from his lips. But before he can ask anything I'm climbing into his lap.

He’d been sitting there all sprawled out. And the weed was starting to hit me. I don’t know why I’d get on the lap of this random, hot, interesting guy. But, why not?

And if Chris can fuck someone else, I might as well have fun too.

He doesn’t tense up, probably as high as me, if not even more. He looks up at me on his lap looking so kissable.

Those lips that look like Chris’ are driving me crazy

“Making moves on me now sweetheart?” He chuckles putting the blunt between his lips again as he takes another drag. His eyes are already red, and mine are probably starting to get red too.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been flirting with me”

I answer without thinking. Being high, and slightly tipsy from earlier was making me bolder. And the way he looks at me gives me an ego boost.

I pull the blunt from his lips after he takes a drag of it. I chuckle, putting the blunt between my own lips and taking a drag.

“Oh but have I?”

After inhaling I pull the blunt from my lips. Putting it out on the porch steps next to us.

I lean over him my hand cupping his jaw as I kiss him blowing the weed smoke into his mouth.

Except we never pull apart. his hand goes to the back of my neck and my waist, as we start to make out heavily.

My arm wraps around his neck the other one holding him by his jaw as the kiss turns even more hearted.

His hand starts to tail down my waist, to my thigh. My left thigh. His hand grazes my bare skin, getting dangerously close to my ass, and my lacy thong than I would like.

We probably look like we’re trying to devour each other. Well, that’s at least how I feel. Until-

“What the fuck?”

Chris.

I pull away from Ethan abruptly. He looks at my face, then to where I am looking.

Chris is standing there in all his glory. His arms crossed, as he stands in front of the back door. All the way at the top of the steps, on the porch, looking down at us.

I clench my jaw. I wanna ignore him and go back to what I was doing but he was giving me that look. That look that promised trouble. He was telling me to come to him, without telling me.

I lean against Ethan pecking his jawline.

“I gotta go pretty boy”

I mumble under my breath before getting up from where I’d been on his lap and walking the few steps up the porch.

My tiny handbag is on my arm as I walk towards Chris. I pull down the back of my dress as I feel Chris' harsh grip on my upper arm.

“Upstairs you’re gonna regret that.” He says under his breath leaning in slightly so I can hear him.

I purse my lips opening the backdoor and walking in. Chris’ hand stays on my arm pulling me upstairs.

We enter some random room.

The same room that he fucked her in.

He presses a kiss to my head, leaning over me to undo the lace at the back of my dress. The back of the dress wasn’t open, but it had a lace to make it tight.

“You were gonna let him fuck you huh?” He mumbles kissing my jaw.

He locks the door and pulls his shirt over his head.

“Did you fuck her?” The words leave my lips before I think about it. I’m still high from all the weed I’d smoked.

“No.” He says pointedly. My eyes started to trail down his chest. A sight I’ve seen so many times before. “You cockblocked me”

He leans in kissing me as I just kiss back letting him take the lead.

“Did I?” I mock back. My tone is mildly condescending. My eyes glued on his. Those blue eyes piercing through my soul, he looks like he wants to eat me alive

“Yeah. How about you make it up to me, hm?” He says. His tone was ever so condescending and cocky.

I hadn’t even known he’d be at this party. And that makes me think, he was never the type to drink, so he was probably wanting to get laid.

But why wouldn’t he just call me?

I also hadn’t seen Nick or Matt anywhere, so I would assume that he’s here alone.

He hadn’t told me he’d be here. And honestly, I wouldn’t expect him to. After all, I still hate him, and he obviously hates me.

Before I can reply to his question his lips crash on mine again. My arms wrap around his neck, his hands firmly on my waist.

He pulls away from the kiss. He leans down to the hem of my dress to pull it over my head. I slip out of the dress as he just throws it somewhere carelessly. It landed next to his discarded shirt.

“Want you to ride me Ma”

“Yeah?” I raise an eyebrow. Looking him over. He starts to undo his jeans sliding out of them.

He looks over my lacy panties and matching bra. They’re plain black and simple. But Chris likes them.

Chris likes my body, but he hates me.

Before I know it we’re on the bed, Chris under me. I hover over his dick, as I slowly slide down in it.

I watch as Chris sighs throwing his head back further into the pillow under his head watching me.

“You like that?” I scoff. My words come out more rough and disgusted than I intended. He just.. god his existence pisses me off.

“Yeah ma,” his tone is sharp from the heavy breaths he’d been taking.

I lean down to him to kiss him. His hand stays on my waist while my hand is on his chest the other one next to his head to steady myself.

He suddenly grabs my face, holding me by my chin. I look down at him waiting for him to talk.

“Where you gonna fuck him like this too?”

He asks his tone sharp still. But now because he is disgusted and angry, not because he’s breathing hard.

“No. Fuck me like you mean it”

He snaps staring back up at me. He lets go of my face pushing me back. I scoff leaning away to sit up again. His hand goes back to my waist waiting for me to move.

I start to move on it again. Slowly grinding into him. My hand which had been next to his head, trails from his collarbone down his chest to his abdomen. Until I pull my hand off of him.

I start to bounce on it more. Now, not just rocking my hips, but fully riding him.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my dick like the fucking slut you are.”

I hear his breaths get sharper again. His hand trails lower to my hips as he starts to pull me down, intensifying my movements.

I can feel him hit my cervix with every thrust. This angle is heavenly.

The harder I start to ride him, the harsher his grip on my hips gets.

I feel a knot building In my stomach. My movements get sloppier as a result. My eyes shut for a moment as my mouth falls open.

Suddenly I feel a harsh slap on my ass. My eyes snap open as I glare down at Chris.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me.” He says lowly, his voice gruff and laced with lust

I feel him start to move me more than I move myself. “Fuck- Chris” I breathe out as I fall forward. My hands landed on each side of his head to steady myself. My moans echoed through the room.

He starts to fuck up into me. thrusting into my core, while moving me on him to watch his pace. His eyes are locked to where we connect, to where he is fucking me.

“I’m so close-“ I breathe out staring down at him. His pretty blue eyes meet mine again.

“Go on. cum for me, slut”

He starts to pick up pace even more, if that was even possible. The eye contact makes this just that much more intense.

He glances down at my lips and then licks his own. My mouth falls open in a silent Moran watching him, not daring to close my eyes.

At this point, I had fully drowned out the sound of the music from the party downstairs. It was already only a mild hum as we got upstairs. But now this intense feeling of being filled like this was making me forget anything and everything, other than the boy currently under me.

“Come” he demands. I feel another harsh slap on my ass, making y body jolt.

The knot in my stomach snaps. My entire body tenses and I struggle to keep myself up

But Chris holds me in place as he fucks me through it, the continuous brush to my cervix only intensifying the pleasure further.

He slows down, not moving anymore as I come down from my high. This type of high felt better than any drug ever could.

I sit up wincing at the fact that he was still buried deep inside of me.

“Should’ve known I was gonna end up fucking you anyway” he chuckles watching my expression.

He pulls me up slightly, his length slipping out of me. before abruptly switching our positions. He is now on top of me staring down at him.

He taps my arm grinning. “Turn around for me Cherry.”

Cherry, a nickname he had given me when we were just six or so. I’d been eating a bunch of cherries that summer. Chris had loved the fruit, but he hated me. So to mock my love for them he started calling me Cherry.

And it stuck. His brothers also called me that. And then later my other friends. And then basically everyone I knew, and was close to.

It was a cute nickname. But the nickname was born out of hatred and annoyance. Even tho Chris had loved cherries as much as I had, he’d pointedly stopped eating them after that year of my obsession with them.

I’ll see him sometimes have one, but he would never admit that he still liked cherries.

I hum still catching my breath as I turn around.

I prop myself up on my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder. His hand rubbed over my ass. Him deliberately running his length up my slit to coat it in my juices again.

He looks up his eyes meeting mine. And before I knew it he was ramming into me. My eyes widen as I turn to look back in front of me. He immediately picks up a steady and fast pace.

Fucking into me from behind. My core was throbbing around his length, either from too much stimulation, or too little..

He starts to rock his hips into me harder. My moans echo through the room loudly.

My arms start to shake as I struggle to keep myself up.

He grabs my hair roughly, putting it into a makeshift ponytail. He starts to pull on it, using it both as leverage, but also to hold me up.

“Such a tight cunt, all for me” he chuckles using his free hand to spank my ass again.

I clench at the dirty words. And the way his low voice is laced with so much obvious arousal and lust. And the way he is thrusting into me from behind.

If I had to guess I’d probably say, anything from behind is his favorite. Doggy, face down ass up, whatever.

I don’t know if that I’d because he doesn’t want to see me, or if he is just an ass guy, or both, but it doesn’t matter, since it feels good.

He slams into me harshly again, before stopping his movements. I groan in annoyance. I feel the knot in my stomach fades.

Was he fucking edging me now too?

“C’mon” he says harshly slapping My ass again. “Work that ass”

Before I know it I’m already moving. Thrusting my ass back into him. Twerking back on his dick. He tugs at my hair again. I feel his stare at my ass. He was probably looking over the way his big dick disappeared into me.

“Yeah, good girl,” he says in that low sexy tone. His hand moves out of my hair, tailing down to my waist. His other hand trailed from my hip to my waist too.

Suddenly he holds me still and starts to thrust into me again. His thrusts were seemingly harsher than they were before.

I squeal out a moan, my head turning to look over my shoulder.

His pretty eyes focused on my ass. His grip was harsh on my waist. He lets out harsh breaths.

I feel him move slightly, readjusting, his hand going to the small of my back to arch my back slightly. His thrust picks up again and I instinctively Lean lower. My hands quickly guided out making my face fall onto the pillow.

But instead of trying to get up again, I simply lay my upper body down, my arms wrapping around the pillow.

I moan and whine his name over and over again. He has the best mix of sweet and dirty talk. Always degrading but also praising me at the same time.

My back arches back into him “Chris- I’m close” I whine loudly getting cut off by another string of moans leaving my lips.

“Hold it.” He grits out. His hips snap into me harder. His dick grazed every spot making me feel like I’m in heaven. “I’m close too”

The sound of skin clapping and the dirty wet sounds coming from my cunt is loud. He slaps into me repeatedly, my eyes starting to water from the effort it takes not to come at the spot.

“You’re not gonna come before me” he demands his thrusts getting more sloppy and messy. I can feel his dick twitching inside of me as I know he is close too. normally he'd just let me whenever, but it was really dependent on his mood

“Understood, be a good slut and listen ‘aight?” He scoffs his grip on my waist bruising.

I throw myself back in him, meeting his thrust.

“Yes, god- please” I whine. And suddenly I feel Chris’ hips stutter. With one last thrust, I feel his load spill into me.

I continue to move myself back against him tho, feeling my own orgasm wash over me.

He pulls out slowly, but not really gently. He watches for a moment as our combined juices leak out of me.

I sigh heavily trying to catch my breath as I lay down on this stranger's bed fully.

I turn to my side for a moment. Chris rubs over my side and back. He leans down leaving a short peck on my ribs. Caressing my skin.

My eyes meet his again, and he looks… cold.

He doesn’t look like he’d just fucked me. He just looked at me blankly. The caressing didn’t feel like it was out of care and a will to comfort, but rather a force of habit.

He gets up from the bed, and I just watch him as he gets some tissues cleaning himself off quickly before getting dressed again.

I sigh turning full onto my back to stare up at the ceiling. This would be when he leaves.

Fuck, what if Evelyn noticed me going upstairs with Chris?

She knows we hate each other. It’s hard to explain. But I can’t just explain everything to her, it’s a secret. Id have to come up with some excuse and-

“Get up” his harsh voice breaks me out of my trance, my head snapping towards him.

“What?” I ask back flatly, my mind not registering why he is still standing there with his arms crossed.

I feel a chill run up my spine from how cold and uncaring he looks with that glare. The one he always gives me when we’re arguing.

“Get the fuck up? Did you lose that many brain cells?” He scoffs looking back at me.

I glance down at my nude body and then back at Chris. I try to get up as carefully as possible. Trying to get as little as possible of our juices onto this stranger's bed.

I mildly struggle to stand, leaning back at the bed frame to keep myself up straight.

He looks almost proud of the state he put me in. But the disgust in his eyes is stronger.

“Why the fuck are you still here?”

My tone is low but still harsh. I close my eyes for a second, sighing in annoyance.

He looks around the room, before fining and picking up my previously discarded panties.

He licks his teeth for a second before huffing.

He opens them for me. I raise an eyebrow, but ultimately just step through the thong, my hands on his shoulders for support. I let him Pull it up.

Cringing at the feeling of the lingering creampie and the fabric on me.

He wasn’t gonna a bother cleaning me?

“Go on.” He huffs looking back into my eyes as I look into his.

“Walk downstairs, go back to that party, back to that dude. Let him fuck you.” He shrugs his words harsh. He back up slightly looking down at my thighs where he can still see the juices run down my thighs.

“I’m sure you’d like having more than one guy cum in you, right?” He mocks leaning into me again. His glare burns into my face, making me feel like I’m naked, which I am.

“Since you’re such a slut, you probably wouldn’t mind fucking more than one guy right?”

He scoffs leaning away abruptly.

I look at him. My shock subsides as a glare settles on my face. I get that he likes degrading me or whatever, But does he actually think I’m that much of a slut.

“Go on, cherry.” He scoffs tilting his head as he looks over his shoulder his gaze locked on mine.

Why does he always have to ruin good moments?

“Fuck you, Chris.” I say back harshly my tone purely rude.

“Oh, you already have.”

I pause dumbfounded.

I didn’t mean it literally. But I mean I had done that, literally.

The harsh smack of the door catches my attention. I lock back over at the door.

He had left.

God, in hindsight that was a stupid insult. I could’ve said something more creative.

I purse my lips staring a f the door. Before my eyes trail over the now-empty room. The room was pretty neat, except for my clothing scattered around.

Right when I think I tolerate him,

Right after he makes me feel so good,

He’ll do the simplest thing,

And ruin it.

God I hate him.

Masterlist

A/N: looks like this is going to be a series lol

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[sturniolosugar]

INTERLINKED PT. 2

pairing y/n & chris sturniolo

Summary: Y/n and Chris have been best friends for awhile. They end up becoming sexually involved with eachother. They value eachother so much but are both scared of the consequences of their actions, which leads their friendship to be stuck in a rocky place.

Warnings: mentions of self harm (not descriptive, just a mention)

pt1 pt3 pt4 pt5

I guess in a way I’ve developed a toxic attachment to Chris. Because after all we are not actually together. So I feel like I have no right to feel jealousy when he talks to other girls. But we’ve had sex only a couple times. The last time we had sex was 2 weeks ago. I wonder if having sex with me and laying next to me skin to skin rubbing his hands over my body meant something to him or was just a casual Tuesday for him. I get into a spiral when I start thinking of this shit. We were best friends for so long and I have a feeling getting sexually involved with each-other wasn’t the best choice. As much as this possibly could ruin our friendship, I loved it. I loved the way it felt. The way he would touch me, looked at me, felt me, held me. I remember the first time we had sex. It was at his house when Nick and Matt were gone. We had talked for hours and hours. We were both sober not even 1 drop of drugs in our system. So as much as sometimes I wanted to blame the drugs for being the reason we got involved with each other like this I couldn’t. Because we were both completely sober when it happened.

It was right after he saw self harm marks on my right thigh. I didn’t even realize he saw them until I looked up at him and he was staring at me like he saw a ghost. I had on very short shorts (I didn’t realize how short they were and that my marks were visible when I sat down). He moved himself closer to me and put his hand on my thigh rubbing it up and down gently. I looked down where his eyes were focused already and realized he was running his fingers over the cuts. My heart dropped. He asked me why I did that to myself. I had to explain that I felt so much emotional pain at that time that I needed an escape. And that I would of rather of felt any type of physical pain than the mental & emotional pain I was feeling in that moment. He just held onto my hands tightly as we talked about it.

“Don’t ever do something like that again. Your so beautiful inside and out. Your body doesn’t deserve to feel pain especially when your mind already does. Come to me. Anytime. Anyday. Anywhere. Or I’ll come to you. Just tell me where. It doesn’t matter if you were all the way in Alaska I’ll be there. I love you y/n.” he said holding my hands tightly. “I love you too. Don’t think of me differently” I let out a shaky breath. “I love every part of you. All of you. All of your flaws. All of your weaknesses and strengths. Everything. I would never think differently of you. We’re human. Doing human shit. The last thing I would do is judge you. I have no room to judge you ma” he says pulling me into him giving me a tight hug.

He made me feel seen. Like I’m a human. Like I’m allowed to have good and bad times. He’s the only person that knows about the self harm. He never made me feel weak because of it. He made me feel loved. Like I deserved better and that he genuinely cared. After talking about it for awhile that night we continued on with our night. Everything seemed normal at first but I noticed his energy shift. He started being more touchy. More affectionate in a way. Me and Chris have never been afraid to show physical touch. It’s both of our love languages. But he was being extra touchy. So I matched his energy, not knowing what the outcome would be. I laid down at one point and he started poking my sides, that turned into a tickle fight. Seemed casual until he was laying on top of me. His head rested against my chest and I was running my hands through his fingers. I started getting tired so I shut my eyes. As soon as I shut my eyes I felt the warmth of his body move off of mine. I opened my eyes confused as to why he had just moved off of me.

“I’m just grabbing water” he says before getting off the bed and grabbing his water bottle, taking a drink of it. I smile at him. “You want some?” He asked. “Sure” I say grabbing the bottle of water and taking a few drinks. I hand the bottle back to him and he sets it on his desk before coming back to his bed and laying next to me. He positions body close to mine and puts his hand on my stomach and his leg over mine. He gently rubs up and down my stomach causing my shirt slowly ride up but still covering my chest. His hand rubs against my bare stomach as my shirt has been moved up a little from him rubbing up and down against it. “Y/n” Chris says quietly continuing to run his hand over my stomach. “Yeah?” I asked. “I love you. A lot. I want to make you feel good” he says quietly. “I love you too. I do feel good” I respond casually. “I wanna make you feel really good” he replied, still rubbing his hand up and down my bare stomach. “What do you mean?” I ask a little confused. “I wanna make your body feel good. I wanna make your body and soul feel loved. I wanna show you how deep I love you.” He says looking up into my eyes.

And before you knew it we had sex. It definitely didn’t feel like just sex because I’ve had sex. It felt deep. Passionate. It felt like we were making love. Complete opposite of lust. I felt our energies exchange and become one as a whole. He kissed every inch of my body. He took care of me after. Making sure I didn’t feel used. Making sure I was okay. I’ve had no strings attached sex before. But with Chris there was automatically strings attached. He told me he didn’t wanna lose me and that sex didn’t make him look at me differently. He said that he loved me already before sex and having sex wasn’t gonna change that. He told me he wanted to have me all to himself after that. He didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend but that’s what he was implying. I hesitated and told him I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship. I could see his face dim. Like he had just been stabbed in the chest. He brushed it off and said there was no rush but that it wouldn’t change the fact he still wanted me all to himself. I basically denied him right after having sex with him. Since then things between us have been a little rocky. It’s not that I didn’t wanna be in a relationship with him, I was just fucking scared. Terrified.

Since then me and him have had sex and every single time it gets better and better. We’ve only had sex 3 times since the first time and it drives me fucking crazy. It’s like I crave him. I crave every fucking thing about him. Even before sex I craved his energy and love. I always wanted to be with him 24/7 but my emotions intensified after sex. He fucks with my head by continuously talking to other girls. Seeing him at the party the other night with the girl on the couch made me wanna go fucking insane. And I know he must of felt the same way when he saw me talking to Marcus because he pulled me away. I just don’t understand what we are. I don’t know if he has any feeling’s attached, or if he was just manipulating me trying to get me to have sex with him. But I feel like if he was just trying to use my body he wouldn’t have waited almost a year and a half into our friendship. I have tried suppressing my feelings for him but I can’t anymore. It’s impossible. I only was trying to flirt with Marcus to see if Chris was gonna react. And he did. Im supposed to hangout with him tomorrow. It’s hard hanging out with him, especially around his brothers. He acts as if he’s never been inside of me or had his mouth on every part of my body. It’s hard ignoring my feelings for him. I feel like since I denied him right after sex he became colder. He’s still my best friend but I don’t even see the light in his eyes anymore. It’s like I hurt him. I never meant to. I just wanted to protect our friendship. Maybe I should of thought about that before agreeing to have sex with him.

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[calaisreno]

Yes and No

“Do you love her?”

It had taken them less than thirty minutes to go from the Rizla game to just asking each other random questions. The only celebrities that Sherlock knew were nineteenth-century chemists and twentieth-century criminals, which had more or less spoiled the game, and Sherlock had declared it pointless.

Then he suggested Yes or No, which at least required some deductive reasoning, and John agreed. But Sherlock was very good at this game, having deduced nearly everything about John in the first days of their acquaintance. Without asking any question, he deduced that John would choose violin, a human liver, Mrs Hudson’s nephew, and Sherlock’s old mouse-coloured dressing gown.

John gives up. “Fine. What don’t you know about me?”

Do you love her is a real question, he gathers— from the look on Sherlock’s face, which is serious and a bit sad.

The answer, which should be yes, of course I love her, instead comes out, “I’m marrying her.”

“People marry for reasons other than—“ Sherlock stops, appearing to realise he is going in a direction that can only lead to bad feelings. “Sorry, not a fair question. Better: When did you know that you loved her?”

He remembers grief. The intense pain of the days after he saw Sherlock die on the sidewalk in front of Barts. There are few details he can recall after that moment. It was as if the pain had receded just enough to let him breathe, and a kind of grey fog had descended. Pain, then sorrow.

Somewhere during the sorrow part, Mary had appeared. She may have been there sooner, but he hadn’t noticed. At some point he became aware of her bringing him coffee, talking to him, urging him to come out for lunch. Always there, cheerfully bullying him back into life. Eventually he noticed that he wasn’t quite as sad, and that she was rather pretty.

But the pain was still there, a tender spot in his memory, and most days he still felt defeated. Mary helped, though, and he thought that if she stayed, everything would be easier. He didn’t need to explain; she understood. He could keep the memories at bay when she was around.

By then he was having sex with her. He didn’t remember exactly how that had begun. Maybe it was a pity fuck one night when he’d had too much to drink. He woke up in her bed hungover, waiting for the darkness to descend like a weight on his chest, and she was there, making him a cup of tea, urging him to have some toast, sweetly solicitous and not accepting any excuses.

Does he love her?

Sherlock is still looking at him, the question in his eyes.

“She was there when I needed someone,” he says. “I just knew.”

He’d known that morning that he needed to move on, to leave what had happened in the past and live his life. And there she was.

“Your turn,” Sherlock says.

John thinks of all the things he’s ever wanted to know about Sherlock, but has never asked because it has never seemed a good time. Sherlock has a way of warding off questions with just a look. An armour that does not allow anyone in, not even John. He’s wondered about a lot of things, but asking has never been an option. Sherlock never has to ask; he simply deduces. John is terrible at deductions, as Sherlock often reminds him.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Sherlock doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. Twice.”

“That was a yes-no question, so I get follow-up. So, the first. Who was he?”

Sherlock smiles. “You’re assuming it was a man.”

“Wasn’t it? I thought… you’re… erm…”

“Gay? Yes, I am.”

“You loved a man,” John says. Obviously.

“Well, a boy. I was twelve. I suppose it wasn’t love so much as infatuation and hormones. His name was Victor. I never told him until I met him again at uni.” He gives John one of those looks that makes him feel like he is being x-rayed. “Have you ever kissed a man?”

“I’m not gay,” he says at once. “I mean, why would I kiss a man if I knew I wasn’t gay?”

“Follow-up question, then. When did you know you were not gay?”

John’s mouth may have been open for a bit. It’s an odd question. Everybody knows they’re straight until something happens and they know they’re not. Isn’t that the way it works? “I just knew. When did you know you were gay?”

“When I was twelve. I was at a stupid birthday party my mother made me attend, and we were playing Forfeit. I was asked a question I didn’t like to answer and took the forfeit. Up until then the penalties were stupid things like singing a song or doing a dance, but this time it was kissing a girl. The girl was willing, and I was curious, so I agreed. That was when I realised girls weren’t my cup of tea, so to speak. I wanted to kiss Victor.”

John says nothing, though it’s his turn. He remembers a similar party, a boy who wanted to kiss him, and feeling terrified that his parents would find out if he did. Harry had just come out, and he was trying very hard to make up for all of her shortcomings.

Sherlock asks, “How do you know you’re not gay if you’ve never kissed a man?”

“I’ve kissed lots of women,” he replies. “I don’t need to kiss a man to know I’m not gay.”

Sherlock shrugs. “I assumed that I was like everyone else, that some day I would meet the right girl, get married, and have children. That was how it was supposed to work, and I thought there was something wrong with me because I didn’t like girls that way. All my fantasies were about boys, but I thought I would eventually be attracted to girls as I got older. That kiss told me I would never love a woman.”

“You think I should kiss a man just to see if I’m a bit gay?” He laughs.

“It’s your forfeit, for not having an answer.”

“I’m not going to kiss some random bloke just because you—“

“Not a random bloke. Me. Kiss me.”

This is dangerous ground. Somewhere in his libido lies something that he’s thought about. Maybe he’s even fantasised about kissing a man. Having sex with a man. Just a lark, maybe. Don’t lots of men go through that? It doesn’t mean anything.

But, Sherlock. He lived with him for a year and a half, and they’d been friends. And he grieved when Sherlock died. Not grieved like a friend. He’d lost friends before, and this was nothing like those losses. Pain, darkness, unending regret. Even after Mary, some of that darkness remained. Moments when he remembered something Sherlock had said or done, a stab of pain. If it hadn’t been for Mary—

And it came to him. Mary was balm for his wounds. She brought him back from the edge. He is grateful to her. But gratitude isn’t love. Being in such pain for so long, and then a bit of light— that isn’t love, it’s relief. He’s seen patients in physical pain become almost giddy when given a dose of something that takes their agony away, not even enough to make them high. Relief feels like intoxication when pain has gone on so long.

If it hadn’t been for Mary, he would have understood what he’d only begun to see. She helped him, saved him even. But she was a distraction from the pain, not a cure.

He glances at Sherlock, who is pulling back, looking like he wishes he hadn’t just asked for a kiss. Maybe he’ll make a joke about their game, move them towards goodnight, goodbye, see you at the wedding.

“Yes,” he says. It’s an answer to everything— regret, grief, sorrow, love. It’s an apology for not seeing sooner, for the night at the Landmark, for his anger and cruel rejection of the man he has loved for years. “Kiss me.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Sherlock is right. The kiss tells John things he’s tried hard to forget. It tells him that has loved men before, but called it friendship, that he has wanted to touch men and kiss them, and called it lust, or fantasy, or a phase that all men go through. Women attract him too, and he grabbed onto heterosexuality like a life-raft because he was afraid of the alternative. His sister and his father, yelling. Harry thrown out of the house. His father, looking at him, saying not you too. Never you, my boy.

The kiss tells him that has already met the love of his life.

“I need to call Mary,” he says when they break away.

Sherlock looks sad. He nods. “Of course.”

“One more question,” John says. “Who was the second person you loved?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” he says. “I’m about to call my fiancee and break our engagement just days before the wedding because I’m in love with my best friend. So please, answer the question.”

Sherlock’s face does something John has never seen. It crumples and tears fill his eyes, and then he’s laughing and crying and not able to speak.

John kisses him again.

Author note: This is an old ficlet, from Trifles, posted here.

#my fics #johnlock #bbc sherlock #stag night #sign of three #fixit fic

[starysky1289]

stepsis + corruption kink? vanessa starts gentle then edges reader?

Ooo I’ve never written corruption kink ( atleast on purpose) so this’ll be fun!!! This is kinda like, soft curruption but it still works

StepSis!Vanessa X Reader. First time for everything.

It had only been a week since your mom had married William. You had gotten to know him better, but he was a quiet man, he never spoke much. His daughter, your new step-sister, she was rather different.

Vanessa Afton, her name was. She was taller than you, with that gorgeous blonde hair that you’d only see on models. She was a pleasure to talk to whenever she was over. But there you where, sitting in your old room at your parents house, you told your mom you’d stay for a bit to get to know Will better, but as of right now neither where in the house right now.

You scrolled through your phone, bored as hell, until you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You got up, and made your way downstairs, looking out the window to check who it was, Vanessa. You quickly opened the door, smiling softly.

“ H-hey! Vanessa! Didn’t expect you over. “

“ wanted to drop by on the newlyweds, where are they? “

“ oh uhm, there out shopping. You can come in though, if you’d like. I’m sure they’ll be home soon. “

You opened the door wider for her, welcoming her in. She kicked her shoes off at the door, and graciously waltzed in. You shut the door behind her, sitting besides her on the couch, only a few inches away, you could feel your stomach twisting almost instantly.

“ s-so…how’s policing been? Anything good..? “

“ it’s been good. Ya know, one minute your putting some drunk dude in a cell, next your handing out parking tickets. Always something. “

You chuckled quietly, staring down at your feet. Something about her made you warm, fuzzy, made you want something more than just a casual conversation.

“ Are you alright Y/N? You’re looking kinda red…”

Vanessa asked softly, feeling your forehead with the back of your palm. You practically squirmed in your seat, god what were you doing? Attracted to your stepsister?

“ I-I’m fine it’s just..warm in here…”

“ Y/N…are you sure you’re ok? “

She held your face with her palm, her green eyes staring into yours. You couldn’t speak, you were too stunned by her, how she held you. All you wanted to do at this point was kiss her, pull her ontop of you and let her have her way with you.

“ i-i….Vanessa I just….i can’t be around you…”

“ why? Y/N what’s wrong…I’m worried…”

“ y-your so..beautiful and gorgeous….i-i…”

You stood up quickly, holding the bottom of your shirt in fisted up bunches. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, but you knew she was worried.

“ Y-you should stay down here till our parents come back, I’ll be in my room. “

“ Y/N wait- “

You quickly walked upstaires, your eyes only focused on the ground. This was stupid, how could you let that slip up, she’d hate you now.

You slammed the door behind you, imeadiatly sitting against it. You were acting like a baby, like a child. You shouldn’t grow up and get over your stupid feelings but you let them consume you, let them make you feel these ways over your own Stepsister. It’s not like she was your sister sister, but it still felt just as bad.

“ Y/N…can we talk..? “

It was Vanessa, her voice was hushed, she was trying not to freak you out again. She knocked, and you sighed, getting up and slowly opening the door, just enough to stick your head out.

“ I-I’m sorry..”

“ no, don’t be. Will you explain what’s wrong, and we can talk this out. “

You opened the door more, Vanessa leaned against the doorway, giving you a soft comforting look. You squeezed your own hand, you were in it now, nothing else you could do.

“ e-ever sense we…first met…I..I just…something happens in me around you….y-you’re just so pretty and s-smart…but you’re also my sister s-so I’ve gotta grow up and stop this…”

“…you like me, huh? “

You only nodded, you couldn’t make yourself look at her. You felt her gentle hand pull your face to face her, her eyes gently gazing into yours.

“ you hate me…think I’m weird…”

“ no…i think…”

Vanessa moved her hands down to your side, pressing her forehead against yours.

“ I think you’re charming, and kind, and beautiful…and…I like you too..”

She pulled you into her, and kissed you gently. You blushed profusely, akwardly chuckling as she pulled back.

“ N-nessy I- “

“ you can keep a secret, can you? “

“ yeah..”

Vanessa moved her hands lower, as they gently grazed your rear, and dragging them back up to your sides.

“ then why can’t we just keep this our secret…? “

“ a-are you sure though..? I don’t wanna…make you uncomfortable..”

“ I’ve had eyes on you sense we meet…I just didn’t know you did too…please..”

You smile gently and nod, pulling her in and kissing her again, longer this time. Vanessa stepped into your room, keeping you against her as she kicked the door close. She held your face as you kissed, letting her tongues press against eachothers.

“ O-oh Vanessa…”

“ are you a virgin, sweetheart? “

You felt yourself grow warm again at her question and nodded. Vanessa snickered, holding your face.

“ use your words baby. “

“ I-i am…I’m still a virgin…”

She smirked, pushing you onto the bed. You sat on the edge, your legs instinctively spread. Vanessa sat next to you, kissing you as she worked her hands up your clothes thighs.

“ N-nessy…”

“ shh…breaking a virgins the fun part of all relationships…besides…there’s a first for everything. Even fucking my stepsister. ”

“ you’ve done it before?…t-the virginity thing…“

“ a really old fling. Don’t worry…I’ve got you…”

Vanessa gently stripped you of your pants and undergarments, leaving your lower half bare. You were already soaked as she gently traced your folds, you gripped the bedsheets as she pulled you into a gentle kiss.

“ you’ll be good right? Keep quiet incase they come home? “

“ y-yes nessa…”

“ good girl…”

She gently slid her middle finger into you, holding your hand with her open hand. She would get into a steady rhythm, moving it in and out gently to get you used to her. You let out small quiet moans, trying your best not to show how ruined you already were becoming.

“ is that good? Feel good Y/N? “

“ F-feels…feels s’good. Oh v-Vanessa…”

She slowly gave you another finger, giving you gentle kisses down your neck. You moaned louder, biting your lip to desperately try and appease her.

“ doing so good…taking my fingers so well…”

“ I-i wanna be good…Good for you Vanessa…”

She chuckled, pressing a thumb against your clot and rubbing it gently. You threw your head back, moaning into the open air, eventually Vanessa pulled out, focusing only on your clit.

“ N-nessy no…g-go back…”

“ you’ve waited for me for this long…you can wait a little longer. You’ll still cum baby, don’t worry~ “

She pulled you into her, kissing your neck gently. Her fingers ran through your hair, making you whimper slightly. She was all over you, owning you like a pretty pup.

“ N-nessy please…oh I’m so close. “

“ a bit longer Y/N. I wanna make it feel good for you…cmon..why don’t you tell me some pretty little fantasy’s you’ve had about me. There’s no way you haven’t with how you’re acting. “

You burried yourself into her shoulder with her words. She wouldn’t stop unless you said something, and the build was destroying you.

“ I-I…I fucked my hand the other night…thinking it was you taking me from behind…u-using me…nessy…”

“ aww…I bet you’d love that huh? Just a little more Y/N. “

She slammed back into you, this time with three fingers, and using her open hand to cover your mouth. You could hear your parents pulling in from your room, as you tried to have Vanessa get off.

“ no your not. You’ll get to cum, just a little longer baby come on…”

“ Y/N? Vanessa, you two up here? “

Vanessa cleared her throat before responding to your mother.

“ Yes Mrs. L/N!! Y/N is just showing me something, we’ll be down in a few! “

She went back to you, fucking your throat with two fingers to keep you silent. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and with one finally kiss to your neck, she relaxed you.

“ go on baby, cum for me. Cum for me and be the pretty girl I know you can be. “

You would have screamed in pleasure if you could, but you choked yourself down on Vanessa fingers, groaning as you rode your high out.

“ shh..shh…so good for me…breath honey..”

She removed her fingers from your mouth and hole, letting you lean against her. You felt warm and fuzzy, you wanted to have her hold you all day.

“ so..do i get to take you out for dinner tonight Y/N?“

“ y-yeah…you can…”

Vanessa kissed your forehead, and helped you back into your pants. She stood you up and helped you settle onto your feet.

“ I love you v-Vanessa…”

“ shh…I love you too…you ok? “

You hugged her tightly, nuzzling into her one more time, before standing back up, opening the door and walking out.

“ I’m ok. Better than I could be. “

#vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa shelly smut #stepsis!vanessa

[verk0my]

okay so I’m rereading the hobbit and I want to make a list of my favorite quotes and parts so here we go:

“bilbo (…) got something a bit queer in his make-up from the took side” I chuckled

“mr. baggins was very fond of flowers” of course he was he’s a blorbo

“it was a beautiful golden harp, and when thorin struck it the music began all at once, so sudden and sweet that bilbo forgot everything else” bombastic side eye

“as he lay in bed he could hear thorin still humming to himself in the best bedroom next to him. bilbo went to sleep with that in his ears, and it gave him very uncomfortable dreams” criminal offensive side eye

“the explanation did not seem to explain” my brain 24/7 (but also when someone’s trying to explain the rules of any board game to me)

“bilbo was wearing a dark-green hood and a dark-green cloak borrowed from dwalin. they were too large for him, and he looked rather comic” bilbo in dwarven clothes, just throwing it out there

“bilbo baggins, a bur — a hobbit,” said poor bilbo, shaking all over, and wondering how to make owl-noises before their throttled him” this one made me laugh

“trolls simply detest the very sight of dwarves (uncooked)” this one too

“his house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all” I want to go to there

“dori, who was at the back next to bilbo, and a decent fellow. he made the hobbit scramble on his shoulders as best as he could with his tied hands, and then off they all went at a run. (…) that sent them on faster than ever, and as poor bilbo could not possibly go half as fast, they took it in turn to carry him on their backs” WE WERE ROBBED

“why, o why did I ever leave my hobbit-hole!” said poor mr. baggins bumping up and down on bombur’s back “why, o why did I ever bring a wretched little hobbit on a treasure hunt!” said poor bombur” comedic duo

gandalf answered angrily “I brought him, and I don’t bring things that are of no use” we love a supportive friend

“(gandalf) gave bilbo a queer look from under his bushy eyebrows” live gandalf reaction

“you ought not to be rude to an eagle, when you are only the size of a hobbit” good life advice

“here they sat on wooden benches while gandalf began his tale, and bilbo swung his dangling legs and looked at the flowers in the garden” a short king <3

“that only makes eleven and not fourteen, unless wizards count differently to other people” I LOVE BOOK BEORN SO MUCH and this whole chapter is probably my favorite by far

“the hobbit felt quite crushed, and as there seemed nothing else to do he did go to bed” what a mood

“long noses are sometimes useful you see” do with that information what you want

“they knew only too well that they would soon all have been dead, if it had not been for the hobbit; and they thanked him many times” AS THEY SHOULD, too bad thorin didn’t see any of what happened

“he did not like being dependent on by everyone, and he wished he had the wizard at hand” honestly, same

“never laugh at live dragon, bilbo you fool” another hopeful advice

“you are more worthy to wear the armour of elf-princes than many that have looked more comely in it. but wonder if thorin oakenshield will see it too” ouch

“then bilbo turned away, and he went by himself, and sat alone wrapped in a blanket, and, whether you believe it or not, he wept until his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse” this one hurts

“he was in fact held by all the hobbits of the neighbourhood to be queer” of course he was :D

#this is going to be a long post #hope you’re ready #the hobbit #the hobbit book #the hobbit reread #tolkien reread #tolkien #favorite quotes #text

[so-so-woso]

i wanna be the one | part 2

Summary: First game as part of the team, first big night out as part of the team, more flirting. Honestly, it's mostly just flirting.

Also as a general note, the timeline, games, and team composition are all kind of all over the place because while I might be crazy I’m not going to do actual research for this lmao also please don't expect any sort of consistent word count with these, I'm not good at being consistent with anything. Part 3 will be time-jumpy and will probably be up sooner rather than later, fingers crossed.

Word Count: 2,457

The next few days were awkward, for you anyway. No one else seemed to notice, and Leah was as indifferent as usual. You had tried to approach her and apologize once, but she grabbed Beth and hurried out of the locker room as soon as you stood up. You tried to convince yourself it was a coincidence, but you knew it wasn’t. You didn’t think anything was all that bad and really just wanted to clear the air about it and move on, but it didn’t feel like Leah was going to let you do that. So, you guessed, the next best thing to do was just forget that it happened, which you both really did and really didn’t want to do. It helped you had a game to look forward to, despite not playing in it. Still, it was exciting, your first game as part of the team, and against Tottenham. The Spurs managed to score on a late penalty, but you still won 2-1. The atmosphere was truly wild, and more than you had expected – more than you could’ve hoped for – in the best possible way. Er, mostly, anyway.

You always had a hard time accepting when good things happened to you, or when you did well at something. You could talk yourself up in a joking way, playing every bit the cocky athlete, like the opposite of self-deprecating – but it was always as a joke. Being serious about your achievements had always been near impossible. You knew why it was hard for you, but it wasn’t something you liked explaining to other people, so you mostly just pretended everything was fine and that you were as chill and haughty as you so often pretended to be. That didn’t mean you weren’t terrified all the time, though, and it definitely didn’t mean that Doubt wasn’t constantly hovering just out of reach, waiting to swoop down and take you into its talons the instant you felt comfortable. It just meant that you were used to it.

It hit you pretty early, in the 20th minute or so. You were just sitting on the sideline, watching the game, listening to the roar of the crowd – and then all of a sudden you couldn’t hear the cheering anymore, just the rushing of your own blood in your ears. You had shifted in your seat and tried to hide the fact that you weren’t looking at the field anymore. You had wanted to close your eyes, but that would be obvious – not to mention rude – so instead you tried to shift focus on to the back of the seat in front of you. If it was already starting with you riding the bench, you really didn’t want to think about what would happen if you ever managed to get any minutes. You handled it okay, though, and managed until half time when you could go into the locker room and splash water on your face. That helped, as did the distractions of being around the rest of the team and Jonas’ half time speech. The last 45 minutes passed pretty quickly, at least for you, and before you knew it you were back in the locker room, celebrating the win.

Since you hadn’t played, you didn’t have much to do in terms of getting ready to leave after the game. You thought you’d be able to sneak out pretty quick, but several of the girls had very quickly agreed on another night out and you were invited. You could’ve said no, and on one hand you wanted to – but on the other hand, you were still new enough it didn’t feel like a great move to turn down any chances at bonding with the team, so you agreed to meet them later. Part of you knew it would be a good idea, too, because even though as soon as you got home you would want to just go to sleep, but if you told someone you were going to do something then you were going to do it, and agreeing to hang out would keep you from spending the evening wallowing. Your primal urge to be seen as dependable often greatly outweighed any anxiety or despair you felt and had frequently kept you afloat in the past, seemingly set to do so again now.

Planning to head home and change before you met back up with the girls, you pulled out your phone to order an Uber as you exited the locker room. Your head was down as you turned out of the door, a classic bad move that you paid for very quickly as you bumped into a person heading back inside. You immediately apologized, but cut yourself off when you realized it was Leah. She stopped short as well, staring up at you for a long moment. You wanted to apologize again, but found it suddenly hard to form the words you wanted, so you stuttered a bit before she spoke first.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No, no, I wasn’t paying attention, it was totally my fault.”

“Not that. The other night. I…made it weird. I do that sometimes. I’m sorry.”

“Oh! No, that was total—”

“I don’t date teammates.”

“—ly my fault—sorry, what?”

She sighed and rubbed at her chin, glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone was around.

“I don’t date teammates,” she repeated. You paused and drew in a slow breath, making sure you heard her correctly.

“Oh…kay. I don’t…remember asking you out, but—”

“No, I know, but you were flirting. And I just didn’t want to, like—”

She was interrupted by a pair of your teammates exiting the room behind you. They acknowledged both you and Leah, but didn’t seem to notice or at least didn’t ask about the confused look that was surely on your face. Leah, taking the interruption for the distraction that it was, mumbled a ‘yeah’ and tried to slip past you back into the locker room, but you managed to catch her by the elbow. She sighed at being caught and stepped back from the doorway.

“You end a lot of conversations by just walking away, don’t you?”

She rolled her eyes at your observation, but you continued before she could retort.

“It’s okay. The dating thing, not the walking away thing – that you should definitely work on. But as far as who you date, that’s like…your business. I mean, it like really sucks for me, I guess, but—”

“Hm, assuming I’d be interested in you.”

You barely bit back a snort at her interruption.

“Wow, okay, didn’t have to come at me like that,” you said, putting on a faux exasperated voice and gesturing with the phone in your hand. She exhaled a soft laugh and gave a small shrug, “sorry.”

“No, for real, that’s…I mean…I just hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable? With the flirting?”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Okay. Well, if you want me to stop, then…just let me know.”

“…okay.”

“Cool,” you nodded, fingers fiddling with the cross-strap of your bag as you felt a couple more of your teammates exit from the door behind you. They too acknowledged both you and Leah as they passed, and you both said bye to them, with you now deciding to take the opportunity to follow them out.

“Well, good talk, Williamson, definitely not awkward at all,” you said over your shoulder as spun around and moved quickly to catch up with Kim and Lia – but you didn’t move quite quickly enough to miss another soft laugh escaping from the blonde behind you, nor the warm flutter that bubbled up in your chest at hearing it.

Yeah, this wasn’t going to be awkward at all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You spent most of the evening dancing and drinking with your new teammates, and some randos from the club you were at. You had the next week off, so Kim’s ‘two drinks max’ rule had been thrown so far out the window it probably hit a bird. It didn’t take very long at all to find out why she had the rule, either. Most of the instigation seemed to be stemming from McCabe. You kind of hated that it was such a stereotype, but damned if it didn’t seem to be true. She kept trying to hand you shots and make you dance with Foord, which you thought was weird because you were under the impression they were together, but maybe they weren’t, or maybe this was part of their whole thing, you really had no idea, so you just went with it. Of course you danced with Steph, too, and Alessia, and pretty much everyone else who seemed to want to.

There was one girl from the club who kept coming back to you, and the shots Katie kept handing you pretty much meant you were going to keep dancing with her. She was pretty, you thought, but drunk. But you guessed you were pretty and drunk too, so maybe it was okay. She was really touchy, though, which you didn’t love, and once she asked you to meet her in the bathroom you excused yourself pretty quickly. That was not the vibe you were aiming for tonight.

You left her on the dance floor and made your way to the bar to get a water, which you were quietly sipping when Leah slid up next to you. “You move on quick,” she said with a smirk, tossing a glance in the direction of the dance floor, before turning back to the bar and waving at the bartender. You followed her glance back towards the girl you’d been dancing with while she ordered another drink for herself. You opened your mouth to riposte, but instead just shook your head and took another gulp of water.

“Jesus,” you finally said, “I should’ve stuck with Kim’s rule.”

Leah laughed. “Yeah, you gotta learn not to let McCabe play you so easily.”

“What?”

“She does this to all the newbies. I mean she can handle it, and everybody else knows better, but you newbies – easy prey.”

“Ugh, god.”

“Yeah, I know.”

She laughed again, and you heaved a sigh as you took another long drink, turning to the side and looking back across the club at the rest of your teammates. Your eyes landed on Katie McCabe, who was finally dancing with Foord herself now, and you made a mental note that you were definitely going to get her back somehow. You watched them for a second before turning back towards Leah, who was sipping at her own drink now. This was the first time you really looked at her tonight, and what she was wearing. It wasn’t really terribly revealing or anything, but she was wearing a skirt, which was incredibly rude of her to do.

You weren’t sure how long you were staring at her thighs, but it was definitely way longer than was appropriate. When you finally looked up again, she was smirking at you, and you couldn’t even pretend to hide the giant grin that spread across your face, or the redness that was surely growing across your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you laughed, rubbing at your own face. “That was like incredibly obvious, huh.”

“Yeah, a little bit,” she laughed back.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’re drunk. And I know you like my legs.”

“And still you use them against me like that. You and McCabe, man – I gotta get out of here before one of you kills me.”

You downed the rest of your water and signaled for the bartender to settle up. Leah stayed quietly next to you the whole time, and while she had turned her body away to look back into the crowd, there were definitely a few times you felt her eyes back on you.

“You wanna go?” The words left your mouth unbidden as you slid your wallet back into your pocket. Your head was swimming, but you felt like it was more the blonde’s doing than the alcohol’s – although, if anyone asked, you were definitely blaming the alcohol. When you looked back at her, her head was cocked to the side and she was giving you a look that said we talked about this.

“I don’t mean like—I’m just trying to get to know you. I don’t really know you. I mean, Youtube does keep recommending videos of you to me but they’re all from like seven years ago—”

“Oh god, don’t watch any of those. Wait, if it’s recommending them, that means you’ve watched videos of me on Youtube.”

“Hmm? No. No, definitely not – I don’t think that’s how that works at all, actually.”

“Oh, okay, yeah, my mistake then.”

She laughed at you again, and you maybe fell just a little bit in love as you started stumbling backwards. You bumped into someone, so you turned and apologized, but they just moved away, so you turned back towards Leah.

“And you’re like super sure you don’t want to go on a date with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Just checking. I can wait.”

“You can wait?”

“Yeah, 'cause I’m warning you, Williamson, one of these days—" You wagged a finger at her, as you took another step backwards, but thought better than to end that sentence so instead you just turned and walked away, the alcohol and conversation both threatening you far too much to stay any longer.

You took an Uber back to your flat and practically threw yourself into the shower. You needed to calm down, in several ways, so you made sure the water was as cool as you could really stand and then just sort of stood there for several minutes, letting it rain over you.

You honestly started trying to think about ways you could mess with Katie, but you would be a complete idiot if you really believed anyone but Leah could keep hold of your thoughts for more than about fifteen seconds. But you really did try to think about something else. Well, you guessed, you didn’t really try very hard.

She didn’t date teammates, and that was fine. Boundaries are good to have, and you didn’t want to overstep. But she also didn’t tell you to stop flirting with her. She also didn’t seem to mind you flirting with her, and also seemed to flirt back with you. That was confusing. But you liked it. Like a lot. Like you wanted to do it all the time. Which, honestly, you kind of were doing all the time, any time you talked to her . And you liked it, and she seemed to like it, but she wasn’t going to date you. Which was fine. Really. It was. Totally fine.

Totally.

#woso #arsenal wfc #arsenal women #woso fanfics #woso x reader #arsenal x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson

[cartmankisser]

I GOT YOU FAM!

I'd love a Wally fluff alphabet, please! 🥰

omg ur amazing for linking it. creds for the prompts are linked in pink text of the request!! :)

if you haven’t seen, i ran a poll on my account for what type of personality wally should have and the option that won was, and i quote, “normal wally but… just a little messed up and obsessive.”

so i guess this is like?? mildly yandere wally? haha i’m not sure.. he slowly gets slightly more deranged as this goes on,,

using the small font because these always turn out really long 😭

Activities - “What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?”

— wally isn’t too picky when it comes to hanging out. he’d honestly be content just sitting in silence with you!

in such a small neighborhood, everything is just a few minutes away! it’s not uncommon for you two to take walks around the neighborhood, maybe stopping at howdys shop for snacks before spending the afternoon sitting in a flower-filled field with books and arts and crafts material.

maybe you two could teach each other little crafts you’ve learned over the years!! friendship bracelets, origami, crochet, whatever!!

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

— you’re just such a great friend to him! so caring and kind to him… he always feels calm whenever you’re around, just because of how loving you are!!

most of his uncertainties or insecurities just vanishes whenever he’s with you.. no one else ever could ever make him feel so special! it’s amazing!!!!

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc?

— wally has a hard time picking up on your feelings if you don’t straight up tell him that you’re upset. however, if you’re ever crying or upset, he’d try his best to comfort you!

his go-to comfort methods are usually things that make him happy or calm him down. something like singing a song that barnaby has sung to him before or drawing happy memories to distract you from whatever is making you upset!

he tends to explain to you that he would never make you feel as bad as you do right now. he’s the only one here to comfort you! no one else cares that you’re upset, but he does!! because he loves you!!! :)

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

— wally dreams of a calm, domestic future with you! he loves his neighborhood and home very dearly, and i don’t see him wanting to move anytime soon (he has no reason to!), but he really can’t wait for you to permanently move in with him! sure, he keeps you at his house for as long as you’re willing to stay, but you still leave him at the end of the day!!!!

home is one of his friends too, and he would never abandon a friend! so hopefully you can get used to living inside of a sentient house.. (no matter how much home scares you)

other than that though, i don’t see him wanting to change too much? you two are already so happy together, so why would anything need to change? all you really need is eachother anyways!!!!

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

— i think that he thinks you two are equal. i mean, he tries to listen to you, but sometimes you just need his help!!! he believes that a relationship should be built on respect and understanding! dont you respect him? :(

you really should just trust him and know that what he does for you is for the best. he’s not trying to scare or control you or anything!! he’s just trying to keep you safe and happy with him!!! that’s all!!!! :)))

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

— while he might be quick to forgive you, he doesn't easily forget the actions that led to the conflict. he prefers to work through disagreements for a compromise, that way you both can continue to be happy together!! albeit, he tends to be a bit patronizing and condescending when you two disagree on something,,,

he doesn’t get mad at you very often though. i can see him being awfully patient with you when it comes to misunderstandings and such. he knows you don’t mean to be rude about it!! you just need him to explain to you why he’s right!!!

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

— he’s very grateful for you!! he enjoys the admiration, love, and support you show him, and he makes sure to show his appreciation and love back through small gestures, like surprising you with treats or leaving little notes around your house when he visits! that way, you’re always thinking about how much he loves and appreciates you!

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

— wally values honesty in the relationship and doesn’t feel the need to keep secrets from you unless they would hurt you. and he knows you wouldn’t dare keep anything from him. not if you truly loved him, that is..

he doesn’t really understand secrets that much anyways.. everyone in the neighborhood is such good friends, why would they need to hide anything? (aka, wally unintentionally talks shit and causes drama /hj)

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

— you’ve definitely inspired him to try out new mediums and techniques in his art. i mean, he usually just paints and draws things he likes! and there’s nothing wrong with that, but recently he’s been trying new things!

with you around to help, he’s rarely hit any creative blocks. you’ve shown him how to connect his emotions to his paintings. and now he knows even more ways to make art that is more than just color on paper!!! truly amazing :)!!

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

— wally is quite possessive and can get jealous easily. he deals with it by keeping a close eye on you, and if he perceives any threat to his relationship, he will go to great lengths to eliminate that threat.

he would never destroy something that means a lot to you, but of course, he has to make sure he means the most to you!!! after everything he does for you, how could you not love him more than anything else!?! :)

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

— i love him a lot okay? but he is definitely not a good kisser. he’s never loved anyone like he’s loved you, so he’s just… inexperienced?

i feel like the first kiss would be awkward and tense, as he was nervous and unsure of how you would react to his feelings, but it was still very passionate and meaningful! sometimes you just take his breath away and leave him speechless, but actions speak more than words, right? @:))))

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

— he would confess his love in a very straightforward and direct manner. he would likely sit you down and tell you about how he couldn't imagine his life without you, and that hes willing to do anything to make you happy!!!

he was confident and direct with his confession because he was sure that he had you wrapped around his finger. before he confessed to you, he made sure to be open enough that you’d enjoy talking to him, but mysterious enough that you’d surely be thinking about him all day, wanting to hear more from him.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

— he does want to get married, and he would propose in a grand, romantic way!! he would likely plan an elaborate surprise, such as a candlelit dinner or a sweet picnic in a meadow, and then get down on one knee to ask you to marry him!! he would make sure the moment was so special that there was no chance that you could reject him!

the marriage itself would be pretty traditional, with wally insisting on taking care of all the arrangements and ensuring that everything was perfect for you.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

— i feel like he would call you things such as "my love" or "my darling," and he would use petnames often to remind you how much he adores you!

he has a habit of calling you a handful of different petnames, but always adding “my“ to the beginning of it. you’re his sweetheart!!!! his love!!!!! no one else’s!!!!!!

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

— when wally falls in love, he becomes completely devoted to you. his feelings are somewhat obvious to others, as he can become a bit possessive and jealous when others try to get too close to you, even though he tries to hide those feelings in front of others.

he expresses his love through attention and gifts, showering his significant other with affection and making sure they know how much they truly mean to him!!!!

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

— he’s pretty upfront about his relationship and is not afraid to show affection in public. he enjoys making others aware of you two and he takes pride in displaying his love for you!!!!

he’s not the type to like??? shove his tongue down your throat in public 😭 but i mean small things like holding your hand and keeping you close to him when you two are out together!!

Quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

— wally has a photographic memory, which makes him incredibly attentive to your wants and desires. he never forgets important dates or details, and always makes sure to surprise you with things that make you happy!!

he knows what size clothes you wear and what scent perfume you use. he always picks up your favorite snacks before you come over and he makes sure to use your favorite colors a lot when he makes paintings for you!!!

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

— i feel like he’d be pretty romantic!! and he loves to make grand gestures to make you feel special!! i like to think he’s somewhat creative in his approach and he enjoys surprising you with things you never expected.

he will go to great lengths to make you happy, even if it means doing something cliché like writing love letters or preparing a candlelit dinner. however, his possessiveness can sometimes lead to darker and more dangerous displays of love, such as stalking or isolating you from others.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their? Do they believe in them?

— wally sees himself as your personal cheerleader and will do anything to help you achieve your dreams. however, his version of support can be a little intense as sometimes he tends to control your choices to ensure your success. he believes in you so much that he'll go to extreme measures to make sure you reach your full potential.

i feel like he would also be sure to tell you that you two achieved the victory together and that you wouldn’t have gotten to where you are without him!! he doesn’t mean it in a rude way!!!!! he just wants you to thank him sometimes!!!!!

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

— i think that he wouldn’t mind trying out new things with you sometimes, but only if it's on his terms! he has a certain routine that he likes to follow, and deviation from it can trigger his possessive behavior a bit...

he's very particular about what he considers "spicing things up" and can tend to be a bit controlling when it comes to decision-making. he just wants to make sure you stay nice and safe!!! he makes sure to take good care of his belongings! :)

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

— he believes that he knows you better than anyone else, and as such, he can be highly empathetic when it suits him... however, he's also prone to getting lost in his own delusions and can struggle to see things from your perspective when he feels threatened.

mostly though, he tends to be more sympathetic and pitiful instead of empathetic whenever you’re upset.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

— the relationship is everything to him!!! and he's not afraid to make that known! he has a bad habit of seeing you as his property and will stop at nothing to keep you by his side. in his eyes, the relationship is worth more than anything else in his life, and he'll do whatever it takes to protect it!!! you truly mean everything him, and he’s not afraid to give everything else up for you!!!! :)

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

— wally loves to pamper you with expensive gifts and lavish attention. he believes that he deserves your love and affection in return for the gifts and he sees them as a way of showing you how much he cares!

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

— he is extremely affectionate and loves to shower you with cuddles and affection. however, sometimes it tends to turn into a bit of possessive behavior if he feels like someone else is encroaching on your time together.

Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

— whenever he’s missing you, i feel like he copes by somewhat obsessing over you... he'll stare over old photos and drawings, collecting small things you might’ve left at his house, overanalyzing them until he can almost feel your presence.

he also might engage in stalkerish behavior,,, staring at your house through his window.. maybe even walking to your place to peek through the windows if he thinks he can get away with it.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

— he’s willing to go to great lengths for the relationship, even if it might seem hurtful from your perspective... he tends to see himself as your companion and protector and will stop at nothing to keep you safe, even if it means resorting to things you might not like. his zeal can quickly turn dangerous if he feels that you’re in danger.

#wally darling x you #wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #yandere wally darling #wally x you #wally darling x y/n #welcome home x you

[miyakuya]

— So… no blood?

request: Maybe a one shot with Mikaela and an S/o. Something with S/o comforting Mikaela about drinking from them (they/them if that’s okay?). Also maybe something with s/o feeling insecure because they think Mikaela would pick Yuuchiro over them anytime, for anything. Just s/o feeling like they’re second best

a/n: this is so fucking bad i’m so sorry 🥀 anon😭 i rewrote it 9 times and can’t get it to be as good as i want it to be😭 also thank you coward and astro for beta reading this <3333

“Why do you only drink Yuuchiro’s blood?” It was a simple question, one that you didn’t really expect would catch your boyfriend by surprise. But from the way Mikaela’s head whipped around and he stopped what he was doing, you’d think that you asked him something completely different.

“What?” Mikaela stares at you, waiting for you to elaborate further and you give a small shrug in return, hoping that if you seem like it’s not a big deal, he’ll stop staring at you as if you grew two heads.

“You only drink Yuuchiro’s blood when you need to drink… why is that?” you ask, a bit hesitant if this was something that you truly wanted to know. He continues to stare at you, the wheels in his brain slowly beginning to turn as he processes what you were asking and how to even respond to it. His mouth opened a few times before closing almost instantly as he still couldn’t find the words that he needed.

Eventually, a quiet sigh escaped and he looked away, a bit frustrated. Not at you. But rather at himself. “I just… I don't want to hurt you and… I feel better drinking his blood instead of yours. I know that I won't do it with him but I’m scared that I’ll go overboard if I drink yours.” Mika explained. It made sense, all things considered but you really couldn’t help but think about how… stupid it seemed? Mikaela, even if he can be a bit frustrating to deal with sometimes, would never hurt you so you don’t see why he’s worried about it.

“Mikaela, I trust you. I know you wouldn’t hu—” Mika let out a frustrated sigh, stopping you from continuing any further.

“Yn. I'm still a vampire. There will always be a chance that I can hurt you. Why are you even wanting me to drink your blood? It’s not that pleasant.”

“It’s not that I want you to drink my blood, Mika. I just… feel like a second choice. You go to Yuuchiro for everything. Whether it be for blood, to talk about things that are bothering you or anything in general, you go to him. I have to hear about them second hand because Yuu already thinks that I know about them.”

Mikael scoffed, looking away and focusing on something else to keep himself from looking back over at you. You noticed right away that he was refraining from saying something that he would regret but the moment he looked back at you and his eyes narrowed, he stopped caring. “Really, Yn? I don’t have to tell you every little thing that goes on in my life.”

“That is not what I'm saying Mikaela and you know it.” You let out an exasperated sigh, your hands immediately going to the temples of your head as you tried to keep yourself from getting any more annoyed with him. “What you do or don’t tell me is completely up to you, I don't care. I'm just tired of hearing things second hand from Yuuchiro or any of our other friends and I’m annoyed that you act like my offer to suck my blood so you’re not suffering, is the worst thing that has ever happened to you.”

“I’m sorry.” Mikaela’s voice was quiet and if it weren’t for the fact that he was close to you, you would assume that he didn’t say anything at all. You couldn’t help but look at him with a confused look as he let out a small huff, realizing you want more than that. “I never intended to make you feel like you were a second choice to me, yn. No matter how much I care about Yuuchiro, you’re my partner so I’ll always care about you more. I’m scared of hurting you or showing you sides of me that you may not like so I stick with Yuu on those occasions so I don’t risk losing you. I’m sorry and I promise that I’ll try to at least communicate with you better.”

You nod, smiling at his words. You knew Mikaela was being genuine, he always was with you. “Thank you. It means a lot to me that you apologized and I promise that I'll start communicating better with you as well, especially if something like this bothers me. And.. you know that you can trust me with whatever is bothering you, right? I promise no matter what you say to me will make me love you any less.”

“I know and I’ll try my best to start communicating with you more. I never intended or even wanted to hurt you.” He replied and you nod again, knowing that he was being genuine once again. However, no matter how genuine and sweet he was, you couldn’t help but tease him

“Ah wait… does that mean that you still won’t drink my blood?” You asked, your sweet smile that he loved turning a bit more mischievous. He scoffed and rolled his eyes at your words, regretting apologizing to you.

“You’re so annoying. This is the last time I’m ever apologizing to you.” He grumbled and you laughed, quickly placing a gentle kiss to his cheek and pulling away before he even had the chance to respond.

“But you love me~”

Mika was silent for a moment, staring at you once again before he looked away and pink beginning to dust his cheeks. “…yeah.”

#mikaela hyakuya x reader #seraph of the end x reader #mikaela x reader #seraph of the end #mikaela hyakuya #matchless poet; writing

[digitaldiarystuff]

Unexpected Pt.2

firstly, i’m so sorry about disappearing from here and hopefully i can be back🥺

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pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N

summary: falling for your best friend is a bad idea, everyone knows that but what if it’s too late?

genre: again, a bit of everything

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The ceremony started and everyone was seated, you may purposefully sat away from Ruben but that’s not important. Your mind was going crazy with thoughts, you weren’t even together so why were you affected about them? Everything was going well for the wedding and you were trying to help with everything keeping Elena close to you all the time, you were afraid if she ever left you had to greet Ruben and Angela.

“Hey Y/N, can you check the stereo in the garden and make sure the sound quality is ok?” the bride’s mom asked you and you happily obliged seeing this as a way out to clear your mind.

You walked into the garden which was decorated with white and pink flowers and had a big dance floor in the middle for the after party. It was looking over the lake and it was beautiful, you even forgot about the task in hand and walked over to the edge looking at the view when a voice startled you.

“It looks amazing.”

Ruben.

“Yeah, yeah it does.” you said without even turning to him. You didn’t know how to face him now.

“Are you avoiding me?” he asked. Ruben was always very direct and this was one of his better qualities most of the time but not tonight.

“No of course not. I’ve just been busy.” you lied but both of you knew it wasn’t true.

“You know you can’t lie to me.” he came closer and stood with hands on the railing next to you. You didn’t even know what to say but he continued.

“So I guess I owe you an explanation.”

You turned to him for the first time and wished you hadn’t, being this close and looking at his eyes were making you emotional and it was utterly embarrassing.

“When I went away with the team, Angela was there with her friends and she asked to have dinner so I went.” he took a deep breath like he was out of it. “And then she told me she still loved me and asked me for another chance and I- I don’t know I guess it felt good to hear her say those things so it kinda happened. And I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier, I actually wanted to but she came to Manchester with me and I’ve only been back for two days and I didn’t want to say this on the phone” he ended his word vomit.

“It’s okay Rubes, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. I’m happy for you.”

It wasn’t a lie, you were happy that he was happy. You loved Ruben with all your heart and being his best friend for years means you knew he wouldn’t do anything to upset you specifically, you were just collateral damage. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was the slightest hint of nausea and hurt you felt but that should pass quickly, right?

“No I have to because I don’t want to hurt you.”

A little too late, you thought.

“You didn’t hurt me Ruben, we’re just best friends and you know I like Angela. Anyway, I should get back inside they’re waiting for me.” you put on a hopefully believable smile and walked away before he could say anything.

He knew this wasn’t best to bring Angela here without telling you they were back together but she didn’t give him the chance and he was being a little coward if you really think about it but the thing that stung him the most was you didn’t even look at him for more than 4 seconds or hugged him after being away for a month and it was all his fault.

For the rest of the night you successfully avoided them and devoted yourself to your friend and her happy day. It’d be selfish to not celebrate with her because of your own reasons. As you were dancing around your eyes fell onto Angela, she was standing there alone with her phone in her hand and she looked rather uncomfortable. You knew you should at least say something. Your relationship should go back to how it was, both with her and Ruben asap.

“Hey Angela.” you smiled and made your way and she looked up and smiled to you.

“Hey Y/N, it’s been a while.”

You hugged her.

“Yeah, I heard you are back together.”

“Yess, it was certainly unexpected but I’m happy that he reached out.” she beamed and your smile faded a little.

“Did you say he reached out?”

“Yeah, I was also over there and he saw my story and sent me a text asking me to come over to his hotel and tbh I thought he was just giving me a bootycall but turns out he wasn’t.” she happily answered and your mind went blank. Ruben lied to you, even after everything he couldn’t even be honest.

“Do you know where he is, I’ve been trying to find him for a picture for the bride and the groom.” you said as nonchalantly as possible and she pointed to the building saying he was using the restroom.

You thanked her absentmindedly and made your way inside. It was one thing for him to get back with her and you could accept it but lying to you… Why would he do that? You found him just exiting the building making his way into the party.

“Oh hey Y/N” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes but you couldn’t care less.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah sure, do you want to sit here?” he pointed the chairs behind you and you nodded.

“Ruben I’m only going to ask you once, why did you lie to me?”

“What?” he said with confusion

“Why did you lie to me and said Angela reached out to you first? Do you really think it matters? You weren’t over her, okay no problem. Why didn’t you tell me that and created a whole story about her texting you and asking you for dinner?”

After you finished speaking Ruben stood there silently for a while and you couldn’t really wrap your head around his lie.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled

“That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say?” you could see he was getting frustrated but it wasn’t your fault.

“Tell me why you thought you needed to lie Ruben?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Do you think I’m in love with you or something?” you said without even thinking. Your newly found feelings for him will forever be a secret anyway.

He looked up at you for the first time and you could see he’s sad.

“I’m sorry did I offend you saying I’m not in love with you?” you were getting heated. “Because Ruben, if I was, it wouldn’t matter who initiated it.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” he said and looked at you with puppy eyes, those eyes could make you melt a few days ago but today all you felt was heartbreak and anger.

“I think it’s best if we kept our distance for a while.” You tried getting up to leave but he quickly held your wrist making you sit down again. When he made contact with you, you felt all the control leave your body and you hated yourself for it.

“No. I don’t want that.” he was firm with his answer. “I won’t allow that.”

“Well it’s not your choice at this point.” you pointed out and he knew you were right but couldn’t accept it.

“No, I can’t let you walk away from me.”

His eyes were like fire, you knew Ruben could never hurt you but his demeanor change was drastic. You felt yourself desperate under his intense gaze and started considering how can you cope with this situation but suddenly you grew a backbone realizing this is his doing and he needed to face the consequences just like you were facing consequences for falling for your best friend.

“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you I don’t think I can be in your life right now, you can’t have your cake and eat it Ruben. I’m done.” you said and firmly stood up leaving him there to tell your friends you were heading home because of a headache which wasn’t completely a lie.

You had to put Ruben and everything that reminded you of him in your past, at least for a while.

#football #football imagine #football x reader #football x y/n #football oneshot #football x you #football blurb #football one shot #ruben dias x you #ruben dias angst #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias oneshot #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias #manchester city

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Once Upon a Time 5

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The uneasy interaction follows you around the rest of the day and into your next. As you try to relax and forget about everything outside your apartment, your mind can't help but stray back to Andy. Not what he said, more the look on his face. You know the next time you see him will be less than pleasant.

Great. You always get anxious about work but now you have a whole new pest. You start to think you said something wrong. Gave him some idea that you were doing anything but your job. You're paid to be helpful but he's just another one of those ‘professionals’ who doesn't see your work as work.

You huff and puff as your time off comes to a pitiful close. Your stromach is squirming at the thought of walking through those doors the next morning. You brew some chamomile and retreat to bed in a futile effort to settle down.

Your sleep if fitful and unrewarding. The morning greets you, painful and gray. You get up, get washed, and get dressed.

Your eyelids droop on the train ride, prompting you to stop by the cafe for an early medium roast. As you approach the facade of the bookstore, you see a figure at the doors. Your heart flips before you recognise them. It's Mr. Pine.

He punches in the security code on the pad before slipping the key in the slot. He peers over and greets you with a smile. You could hug him. This place has been rather empty without him.

“Good morning,” he pulls open the door and steps back in his gallant way to wave you ahead of him.

“Morning,” you reply as you sweep into the store ahead of him.

The censor triggers the lights and illuminates the eerily vacant space. Pine closes the doors, locking them from the inside. He strolls forward casually, easily cafching up to you with long strides.

“Good to be back,” he preens, “and how have you been?”

“Okay,” you answer, “how about you?”

“Very fine. Some family matters,” he explains ligthly, “but much better than they were.” He walks with you up the center aisle, “why just okay?”

You shrug and hesitate. It sounds like he has a lot going on. Besides, you're only an associate, he must have much bigger issues as the owner.

“Oh, just tired. No big deal,” you assure him.

“Ah yes, I find this time of year rather draining,” he agrees as you near the back of the store, “should require support however, you know I will do my best to accommodate.”

“Thanks, Mr. Pine but I think I'll survive,” your force a smile, “better get clocked in.”

You stop and peek towards the employee lounge. You'll go that way and he'll head off to the back office. He doesn't. He lingers as if he can sense your doubt.

“Of course, but please, take some time to enjoy your coffee. It smells wonderful and I should hate for it to go cold,” he says. He's the nicest boss you've ever had, it's too bad he hasn't been around.

“Thanks, erm…” you purse your lips as you contemplate your sudden spark of boldness, “actually, I almost forgot. There's been someone asking for you. A man.”

“Oh,” he tilts his head curiously, “did you direct them to Colin?”

“I offered but they were insisting on you. I don't know if it was business or not so…”

“Did this man give a name?” He slants a brow.

You cradle your coffee with both hands and swallow. You feel like a snitch, like a child taddling. You nod, “yeah, Andy?”

He's quite as a line etches between his brows and he hums, “ah, he was here?”

“Several times,” you confirm.

“Hmm, curious,” he muses and the tension quickly slakes from his features, “well, if he should appear again, you will fetch me. I'll be certain he does not continue to ask after me.”

“Oh, yeah, thank you, sir,” you let out a breath of relief. It's a bit cowardly but you just can't deal with him again.

“Certainly, but…” he raises a long finger, “did he bother you very much?”

“Me?” You echo.

“Yes, he wasn't rude, was he?”

“Not really, just a bit… pushy.”

“He is that type,” he scoffs, “well, he shouldn't be hounding my place of work, it's wholly inappropriate and unfair to you and the other staff. It shall be dealt with.”

“Thanks again,” you say, “I'm just gonna… put my things away.”

“Yes, yes, don't let me keep you,” he feels along hia jacket and slides his phone from his pocket, “I have a call to make before opening.”

He sets off and you do the same. You feel a little less addled but not entirely relieved. Something about Mr. Pine's reaction makes you suspicious. He's usually unshakeable but you saw that fine crack in his veneer.

You're not entirely certain Andy is a fond acquaintance. It's hard for you to see the two men getting along, almost complete opposites in their demeanour. The more you think about it, the more Andy seemed ready for a confrontation each time he asked for the elusive owner.

Whatever happens, hopefully, you're not the one dealing with the fallout.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #drabble #au #series #bookstore au #once upon a time #defending jacob

[beewolfwrites]

you’re one of my favorite authors so i’m so glad you’re active again! <33 I’ve started rereading awiaf just to remind myself why it’s my favorite fic ever so thank you for feeding into my brain rot since you started awiaf until now.

on the other side of this ask

I have worms for brains and I desperately need chishiya trying to drop hints that he likes the reader but just… is so terrible at it and gets frustrated because if it. He probably doesn’t even know the first thing about flirting, let’s all be honest.

Hey Anon! This probably strayed a little from your request, but if you'd rather have a fluffier version, I'm happy to redo it :)

The idea of Kuina being a horrified wingwoman to Chishiya's terrible flirting attempts was just too funny not to write about.

(Chishiya x gn reader)

(Kuina = losing hope in all humanity)

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It was killing her to watch. 

She’d given him more expert advice than she’d ever given anyone - heaven only knew that boy needed it - but he was still so stiff, so standoffish, and so goddamn terrible. And now, hiding behind a pillar in the hotel lobby, Kuina felt like crawling into a corner and burying her head in the sand. 

‘Thanks… That’s really nice of you Chishiya.’  

The words had come out in the same awkward tone that one might use when humouring children, or fending off an over-familiar stranger on the bus. And what’s worse, Chishiya hadn’t even realised. 

‘You just pull the pin and it should work,’ he explained, showing off the “pin”, which was actually a keyring attached to a piece of string. 

‘Great,’ (Y/N) said, eyebrows drawing in bizarre confusion. ‘I guess it’s useful to have… maybe.’ 

Kuina bit her hand, fighting the urge to drag him away at his heels. Luckily, she didn’t have to, because without even saying goodbye, or ending the conversation whatsoever, he was now walking away, smiling with satisfaction and leaving (Y/N) standing in the hotel lobby looking utterly bewildered by the events that just occurred. As Chishiya passed the pillar, she grabbed his white hood.

He shook her off immediately. ‘Was that really necessary?’ 

‘What the hell was that?’ Kuina hissed. ‘What about everything we practiced?’ 

He shrugged lazily. ‘I thought it went well.’ 

You can’t be serious?

‘That right there? That was a car crash. You can’t just walk up to someone and give them a bomb as a present. They think you’re insane now.’ 

‘I doubt that. I left a note in their room beforehand.’ 

Kuina felt the colour drain from her face. ‘You did what now?’ 

Chishiya gave a knowing smile. ‘While the games were on, I left a note on the bed explaining that I had a gift. It was hardly a surprise.’ 

Oh my god… This is a disaster. 

She placed both hands on his shoulders, locking him in a firm grip that he couldn’t escape from no matter how much he tried to squirm away. 

‘Chishiya, listen to me now. Normal people don’t do things like this. You don’t know (Y/N) well enough to just walk into their room. You’re gonna end up with some really weird rumours going around, and I don’t want to be part of that.’ 

He finally broke away with a scowl. ‘You’re overreacting. If you’re not going to help, you can find somebody else to annoy.’ 

‘I’m literally trying my hardest to help you, but you’re impossible. This is impossible.’ 

He made a small noise of irritation and stared aimlessly at the white lobby wall. ‘Do you have any other suggestions then?’ 

‘What about telling the truth?’ 

‘No.’ 

‘It’s not that bad. Tell them how you really feel. Admit that you weren’t sure how to show it, and you screwed up —‘

‘I didn’t.’ 

‘Yeah, you did. You haven’t got a clue how to flirt, and that was a horror show to watch.’ 

He averted his gaze, looking anywhere but at Kuina. ‘Any other bright ideas?’ 

She rubbed her temple. ‘I’ll see what I can think of,’ she said. ‘Just let me work on it, okay?’ 

As she parted ways with Chishiya in the lobby, Kuina didn’t have much hope. The situation was eating away at her, because believe it or not, she wanted Chishiya to be happy, even if he was an asshole sometimes. Well, most of the time. However, even after borrowing all of her expert advice and tips, he still couldn’t quite make flirting seem natural. 

And worse, he actually did like (Y/N), even if he had never really shared the depths of his feelings. But Kuina wasn’t blind. She’d seen the way his eyes trailed after them, no matter where they were in the room. He would only ask how Kuina’s games had been whenever (Y/N) was placed in the same group. Anybody else wouldn’t have noticed. Except Kuina wasn’t just anybody. 

I think I might actually feel bad for him. 

Stepping into the elevator, she pressed the button for the sixth floor. She was so lost in her thoughts that when the doors opened, it took her a good few seconds to realise that she was standing face to face with the object of those thoughts - the object of Chishiya’s affection.

‘Oh! Hey Kuina, this is actually kind of cool. I was just looking for you.’ 

Oh no.

Kuina could already see where this was going. ‘Really? We can go into my room if you want to talk,’ she suggested. ‘It’s better than standing out here.’ 

They must have been knocking on Kuina’s door, and since the timing was right, that could only mean one thing. There would be a very long conversation ahead. The two shut themselves away in the privacy of Kuina’s room, sitting on two small chairs in front of the window. 

‘Sorry for the mess.’ Kuina began scooping up the array of lipsticks rolling around on the desk behind her. ‘I think I already know why you’re here.’ 

There’s no point beating around the bush.

(Y/N) tried to hide a grimace behind their hand. ‘It’s… well. Have you noticed Chishiya-san acting strange recently?’ 

‘Strange?’ 

‘It’s just that - this is so weird. He stares at me so much, and earlier when I came back from my game, I found a note from him on my pillow. I didn’t even know he’d been in my room.’ 

Seriously, Chishiya? The pillow?!

Kuina feigned surprise. ‘What did the note say?’ 

‘He wanted to meet with me in the lobby, so I did. Just now, actually, and…’ (Y/N) pulled out a soda can with red and blue wires stretching from the lip to the base, and a tiny pull ring on top. ‘He gave me a homemade grenade.’ 

‘I’m so sorry.’ It was the only thing Kuina could bring herself to say. ‘I really am. I can have a word with him if you want?’

‘That’s not all,’ they added. ‘The other day when I woke up I found something in front of my door too. I don’t have it here, but it was a… a shank, I think?’ 

Kuina fought the urge to put her head in her hands and cry. Chishiya hadn’t told her about this, probably knowing she would disapprove. And disapprove, she did. 

‘I don’t have it with me, but it’s a piece of shaved metal tied to a screwdriver. There wasn’t a note but I think it was him. I didn’t really know what to say to him before. I just, I’m a little confused. I always thought he was kind of cute, but all of this is weirding me out…’ 

Hold on. 

Kuina’s eyes widened. She replayed that last sentence in her head. 

Hold on just one second. 

‘I’m only asking because I care,’ they said, ‘but is he okay, you know, mentally?’ 

‘Look,’ Kuina interrupted. ‘This is going to sound crazy, but hear me out.’

Maybe honesty really is the best policy. 

She took a deep breath. ‘Chishiya actually likes you. As in, he likes likes you. He’s just fucking awful at flirting.’ 

(Y/N)’s whole body froze, eyes flashing with hope. ‘You mean he likes me in that way? He has feelings for me?’ 

Kuina nodded and leaned back in her chair. It was like a huge weight had suddenly been lifted from her chest.

‘I wasn’t going to say anything since it’s not really my place, but the two of you are getting nowhere like this. I know how he looks, but Chishiya’s not made of stone. I think he just wasn’t sure how to tell you and decided to make you weapons for protection. He’s really logical like that. I guess he figured regular gifts didn’t have any value in this place.’ 

Have I ruined it?

She had tried to explain the best she could, to put Chishiya in a good light and dissolve any rumours of him being a homemade weapon-obsessed stalker. But by doing this, did she also sabotage his chances? 

(Y/N) smiled gently. ‘I guess when you think about it that way, it’s actually kind of sweet.’ 

Kuina was perplexed, to say the least. There was no way in heaven or hell that Chishiya was sweet. Not a chance. The man was cold, stoic, calculating, basically anything but boyfriend material. But she wasn’t going to say this to the one person who might actually be able to change him.  

(Y/N) stood up and grinned at Kuina. ‘Thank you! I think, I might actually go and talk to him now. His room is just down the hall, isn’t it?’ 

“It’s room nine,’ Kuina got to her feet too. ‘I’ll come with you, but I’ll be hiding around the corner. If it’s okay with you, I want to see how this works out.’ 

‘That’s okay,’ they said. ‘I’d like you to come. It’ll be good having you there, for support.’ 

The pair left Kuina’s room and headed down the hallway towards room nine. Judging from the vague shuffling noises they could hear through the door, Chishiya was inside. Kuina gave a wink of encouragement and hid just behind the corner, the perfect place to listen in and spy from afar. (Y/N) knocked on the door, holding the soda can between both hands.

The shuffling noises paused, then the door opened, revealing Chishiya. When he saw who was on the other side, his lips parted in mild surprise. 

‘Hey Chishiya.’ (Y/N) shuffled awkwardly. ‘I just wanted to stop by to say I’m sorry about before, if I seemed off. I was still kind of thinking about my game earlier.’ They held up the soda can. ‘Really, thank you for this. It’ll be really handy in a pinch.’

To anybody else, Chishiya’s expression would seem static, bored even. But Kuina saw the vague tug of a smile on his lips; she knew better. 

‘If you use it in your next game, I can make you another one,’ he replied. ‘Or if you need a knife that you can hide in your jacket. Tasers too.’

‘Tasers?’

He smirked. ‘All you need is an electronic device. It’s a simple rewiring trick.’ 

The two spoke in hushed tones, Chishiya faintly smirking and (Y/N) taking in every word he spoke. Watching from behind the corner, Kuina was delighted to finally see her efforts come to fruition, and she had to admit, these two oddballs kind of suited each other. Who would’ve known? 

(Y/N) peered over Chishiya’s shoulder, their face lighting up. ‘Wait, is that your workbench? Can I see it?’ 

‘Sure.’ He opened his door wider and (Y/N) slipped inside. 

This is the cutest thing I’ve seen in ages, Kuina thought. Maybe I should become a professional matchmaker. 

And then she froze. 

She froze because Chishiya didn’t close the door behind him. Instead, his eyes jumped over to where she was standing, looking at her squarely. 

Busted!

She gave him an awkward wave of her fingers. However, instead of scowling at her for meddling too much in his affairs, he gave her the briefest of nods - a small thank you for the world’s greatest wingwoman. 

#alice in borderland #chishiya #aib #kuina #imawa no kuni no arisu #chishiya x reader

[lightlycareless]

Imagine: naoya and y/n have been happily married for years, and y/n has Lesley Gore's "You don't own me" as ringtone because it makes naoya so embarrassed, he would be like "love, I have already apologized 🥺"

PS: love your work, you alone are making justice to naoya's character. Your characterization of him is canon in my mind.

Hello!!!

Awww this is 🥺 man I feel so bad for him haha. But it's true, once everything is healed and nice, this man will still feel that he could never make up for his mistakes 😭 you'd be there to reassure him, though :) ❤️

Anyways, I've decided to apply some creative... differences to this. Mainly because I wanted to get really angsty with it mwahahahahahahah (also, it's not noted here, but there are some things that will remind her of those days, so she will avoid anything that might make her remember that. The two are in love, but... it's a difficult path. but trauma always is.)

Also, thank you so much for your lovely words!! I do try my best :') I'm so glad that you liked my characterization!! This man is capable of more... under the right circumstances 🤭

warnings: a bit of angst. naoya is deeply regretful. you're supportive. mentions of abuse (not really, but something bad is implied)

happy reading!

“—this is why I don’t like going out with you. Nothing ever seems to be of your liking!”

“If you have such a bad time with me, then why don’t you leave?!”

“I might as well!”

Naoya was never one to overhear gossip (coming from strangers, that is.). Thought it to be incredibly boring, dull, mundane, especially from civilians. What could they even experience? Their boring 9-5 job? Yeah, no thanks.

Yet, something about this conversation didn’t elude his attention like it used to, and before he knew it, when he was once focused on your voice, he was now nothing but attentive to the hurtful words of the couple nearby.

They weren’t directed at him, obviously, nor did they refer to anything he could take personally…

But the weight of his past makes it impossible for him to look beyond his own guilt, instinctively attaching their words to his own actions. Like he was the one they were discussing.

Naoya knows he was a… less than desirable man at the beginning of this marriage. He doesn’t claim otherwise, he can’t, since there are still many things to make amends for…

Things that he knows he’ll never be able to; for the atrocities he committed to you… they’re unspeakable. Even with the promise he made to spend of the rest of his life making it up to you, one he doesn’t intend to let go.

But… will he ever amount to it? Can he do so?

…

He’d rather die trying, than never at all.

“Another one?” You ask when he suggests going to another store. The two had come on a date at a shopping mall, intending to pick up some things needed for the apartment, alongside enjoying each other’s company; Naoya’s work had been quite demanding as of lately, and he intended to get his dosage of you, enough to cover a whole month. “But I thought you wanted to head back already…?”

“Yes, but then I thought we’d make the best of our visit here before leaving instead. Who knows when we’ll be back?”

“Oh, well… if that’s what you want…” you frown, a bit unsettled by his sudden change, which was only to worsen.

“No! I mean—we can do that too if you want to.” Naoya interjects.

“You’re not making much sense…”

“What I mean to say is that we can do whatever you want.” He scurries to explain. “Just say the word and I’ll do it.”

“I... don’t have anything in mind, really. Going home sounded good.”

“Are you sure? We can go somewhere else too. You know I have no limitations.”

“I think I’m done for the day—”

“Home it is. Would you like the estate, the apartment, or your parents’ house?”

“My parents house?? But that’s—that’s on the other side of the country!” you gasp; and while you’re always appreciative of Naoya’s willingness to go above and beyond, this was actually a bit… excessive—and that’s saying a lot coming from him!

“And?”

“What do you mean and? We can’t just hop on a plane and leave!”

“Of course we can.” He corrected. “We can leave right now if you want.”

“Again with the—Where did this come from?? Is everything alright, Naoya? What’s gotten into you??”

“Nothing! Is it wrong to want to please you, too?” Naoya frets.

“Too?” you repeat. “What do you mean by that?”

“It’s—It’s nothing. Just tell me what you—”

“No, it is important. It has to be if it’s affecting you like this!” you cry. “Tell me, Naoya. Please. I thought we agreed we could tell each other everything!”

“It’s nothing you don’t know already.”

“Like what?” you frown. “What do I already know?? You’re not making any sense!”

“That I don’t deserve you!” he condemns. “That I’ve done terrible things to you that I can never erase, no matter how much I try—and that perhaps you’d be infinitely happier with someone else; someone… that isn’t me.”

Even with the large, noisy sounds of the lively mall, silence manages to quickly engulf the two soon after, drowning you in the pain Naoya’s unexpected words gave you, piercing your heart and the hope you’ve placed for the future of this relationship.

One created with the notion that everything bad had been left in the past, ready to move on… only to realize, it wasn’t that easy to do so. Suddenly coming back, in the most unwanted, painful way you could’ve imagined—seemingly unprompted, but equally damaging to Naoya’s sentiments.

“That’s… that’s not true.” You eventually murmur, looking at him, while Naoya’s eyes remain glued to the floor. “None of what you’re saying is true.”

Then why do I keep feeling this way?

���… you don’t… believe that… do you?” You continue, managing to get a glimpse of his face, which reflected nothing but sadness and disbelief towards your words.

“It seems like all I do is hurt you.” Naoya laments. “No matter how much I try, I’ll never be able to escape—"

“Don’t say that—that’s not who you are.” You interject, stepping closer to him. “We’ve come a long way from where we began, you’re not that same man from before.”

“But I keep making the same mistakes, I keep hurting you.”

“It’s not easy to leave behind what you thought normal for all your life—or to accept them as mistakes…” you take his hand. “So, when you do fall back into your old ways, but bounce back right up… It shows you’re trying. It shows you’re regretful and want to do better.”

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

“I know.” He lifts your gaze to yours; you place your other hand just above his cheek, giving him a soft smile. “And… I know you don’t do it intentionally. I’ve seen your heart, the pain you went through and how it affected you. But I also saw what you’re capable of, the love you’ve harbored, how you longed to share it, and… how lucky I am to be the one to earn it.”

“…I’m the lucky one.” Naoya leans into your touch. “To have found a wife so compassionate…”

“We’ve both done things we’re… not proud of. But that doesn’t mean we’re eternally bound to them. As long as we’re regretful and strive to do better… it’s all that matters.”

“But when is enough?” Naoya murmurs. “When will I stop feeling like this?”

“I don’t know. There are some things we can’t stop, we simply… learn how to live with them.” You admit. “I wish it was possible.”

He frowns, looking away.

“But I do know one thing, though.”

“…What is it?”

“That I love you. With your faults and virtues—and everything in between. Is what makes you, you, Naoya.” You giggle, he gives you a tight smile. “And I’ll spend my whole life telling you that until you believe it yourself!”

He chuckles; seems that both have made lifelong promises that neither intends to forget anytime soon.

“I love you too.” Naoya professed. “Thank you for everything. You’ve given me so much, probably even more than what I deserved—that I’ll spend my whole life making it up to you.”

“You don’t have to, Naoya. You only deserve more.” You reassure him. “But really, you don’t need to make it up to me! As long as you remember the love we have for each other, and that I’ve long forgiven you, is enough for me.”

At your words, the tears Naoya was trying his best to hold back finally slide down his cheeks, which you quickly wipe away with your thumbs, before giving him a smile and pulling him closer for a peck on the lips.

“Everything is going to be fine.” You promised, he looks back at you. You kiss him again, taking him into your arms and hugging him. “If you don’t mind me asking, however… what happened that made you feel this way? Did I do something?”

Naoya sighs, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“No, never. It was just something stupid, actually. Some people arguing, that’s all.”

“Oh.” You blink, quickly understanding why he’d feel insecure about your relationship; the familiarities were too close for comfort. “That’s… unfortunate.”

“It reminded me of how we used to be… how I’d treat you.”

“That is long gone. We’ve worked past that and now, we’re in a much better place.” You snuggle against him. “Both figuratively and literally.”

“Do you still want to go home?”

“Yeah, all this shopping made me tired. Unless there’s something else you wanted to see?”

“No, I was mostly suggesting things for you. I’ve been feeling tired for a while too, now.”

“We can arrange something else for another day, then. For now, I just want to head back home, lay on the futon, cuddle underneath the covers, and maybe watch a movie… how does that sound?” you grin. “I can even prepare some popcorn, if you’d like!”

He chuckles.

“It sounds wonderful.”

Just like his new life with you. Something he never thought he’d receive, nor deserved, at least in the beginning of his marriage.

Until you proved to him otherwise, showing him that the ways of his clan, those forcefully imposed on him, didn’t determine who he was, who he could become.

That he had much more power over his life, the ultimate decision on what to do remained on him and no one else.

It was to be a difficult path, one promising bumpy roads, which will probably never end if he were to be realistic…

But it’s just as you said. As long as both know, deep inside, that they’re doing their best to overcome these obstacles, as well as remembering that they’re always there for the other, alongside their ever-growing love… nothing else mattered.

It was you and Naoya against the world.

And he wouldn’t want it any other way.

🥺 I believe Naoya will always feel undeserving, even when they have a kid together and whatnot. He comes from a very difficult family, so be prepared to face these kinds of situations when in a relationship with him 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

omg i can imagine it already, when he's super old, reflecting on his life he had alongside you, his kids, and probably grandchildren too... only then will he finally admit he's happy with the life he had. jfc i'm crying goodbye.

Anyways, I know I deviated a bit from your imagine, but I still hope it was to your liking! the angst between the two is real, but so good too....

As always, thank you so much for sending in this! Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

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Yami Sukehiro x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with someone that brings wonder into your life.”

“What’re you doing here?” Yami asked, taking a seat beside you.

You raised a brow, “I didn’t realise the pub was a place I wasn’t allowed to visit.”

“Never said that.” shrugged Yami before turning to the bartender and gesturing for him to bring whatever you were drinking as well.

“Then what did you mean?” You asked.

“Just that this isn’t a place that a noble Captain of a Magic Knight squad goes.”

“You’re here.”

“I’m not a noble.”

“And I am?”

Yami laughed, “the one and only here.”

The bartender was quick to bring Yami a drink of alcohol from the top shelf. It was one of those weird drinks that swirled multiple colours and was served only to those with a high level of mana. A drink strong enough to take a grown man out for a week and just happened to be very expensive.

Of course you liked drinking expensive things.

Yami did know of a few other nobles that frequented this bar. Most of them weren’t from the upper class families though and often order entire bottles instead of spending an evening here as you seemed to plan on doing.

There were a few Magic Squad Captains, apart from himself, that came here but they were few and far between. Even Yami didn’t come here often.

“How many drinks have you had?” Yami asked, eyeing the half empty mug of alcohol in your hand.

“Why’re you so curious?"

“Who says I’m curious?”

You leaned in towards him so suddenly that Yami thought you might have been going in to stab him. Instead, being the ever rational person you were, you grabbed his hand. “Your feelings say you’re curious.”

Yami eyed you curiously, “you aren’t wearing your gloves.”

“Didn’t want to.”

“Come on, you’re probably drunk.” Yami sighed, “come on. Let’s get you back before something bad happens. Wouldn’t want Vengeance worrying over you like a mother hen and I definitely don’t need Fugeleon scolding me.”

Yami found your hands were surprisingly warm as they slid down from his hand to his wrist.

You smiled, “you’re a lot nicer than anyone thinks.”

“And you’re a lot meaner.”

“Your mind agrees, but your heart doesn't.”

“And what does my heart say?”

“That while you’re a little annoyed your curiosity definitely beats out that annoyance. And sure, you came here wanting to unwind a bit but ultimately you’d rather entertain yourself by speaking with someone like me instead of drinking alone.” You gave a playful wink, “why else would you be here?”

Yami rolled his eyes, “neat little tick you have there.”

“Oh, I don’t need to use ‘tricks’ to figure out how you’re feeling. I can see it all right here.” you pointed to his face, “your eyes are very expressive. Always giving away what you’re really thinking and feeling.”

“I’m going to get Vengeance if you keep being such an ass.”

“Ah yes,” you looked off into the distance, “William.”

Yami raised a brow, “not very fond of him, are you.”

“It’s not that I dislike him or anything. It’s just sometimes he’s a little too…”

“Overbearing? Clingy? Obnoxiously positive?” Suggested Yami.

“Yeah. I guess you could say it’s been a pretty bad week. I don’t really want someone to just come in and tell me everything will get better eventually. Sometimes I think things are just better the way they are. Even if those things mean being not in a-so-great mood.” you explained.

Yami held up his mug, “well I can toast to that.”

You lifted your mug up to his own, tapping them together slightly, before downing the rest of what you had in your mug.

Yami was used to people drinking, Vanessa happened to be one of the biggest alcoholics in the Kingdom, but he hadn’t been expecting you to be so adverse to the effects. He was already feeling the lightheartedness that comes with a buzz and his cheeks were likely flushed. You, on the other hand, looked rather unaffected. Your eyes weren’t hazy and your gaze was direct. Maybe you were drinking something different?

Whatever.

You always were a weird one.

“So what’s the deal with you and Vengeance anyway?”

“The deal?”

“You know, your relationship status and whatever. I mean, you can feel everyone’s feelings so don’t you know-”

You cut him off with a smirk, “you’d be surprised at what people feel. It isn’t always as cut and dry as you may think it to be.”

“How so?”

“People like William, who don’t have strong feelings, are rather complex creatures. Everything feels rather similar. There are delicate differences like a twinge here or a slight edge there. It’s like the difference between teal and aqua. They’re different colours but don’t have much of a difference from a distance.” you explained, “get it?”

“Not even slightly.” Yami shrugged, “So, how are my feelings?”

“You’re very expressive, just as I said.”

“No but didn’t you just say everyone’s feelings are at different levels?”

You nodded.

“Then how do mine feel?”

“Oh,” you flushed, turning away from Yami and towards the bartender as he refilled yours and his mug.

Yami leaned forward, now suddenly intrigued at your sudden change in demeanor, “do they get your stomach tied in knots or something?”

“It’s just… that’s a rather intimate question.”

“Well you just finished explaining Vengeance's feelings so it can’t be that intimate, unless-”

“No. Definitely not.” you huffed, “and besides I didn’t describe how his feelings are. Just how people in general feel.”

“Whatever.”

You raised your mug to your lips before taking a long gulp. Was the alcohol hitting you now? Your cheeks weren’t yet flushed but it would probably take a few minutes before your system could fully take it in.

“So.” Yami said expectantly.

“So what?”

“Are you going to tell me or not?”

“Why should I?”

“Because I asked nicely.” Yami rolled his eyes, “do you need another reason?”

“Yes actually. I’m not some kind of toy that people can pass around to tell them whatever their feelings. I happen to be a person with feelings as well.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” teased Yami.

You elbowed him lightly, “come on.”

“So do you want me to pay you or something?”

“Of course not!”

“Then what?”

“Hmm,” you brought the mug back to your lips, taking another long drink. You looked rather deep in thought. Your eyes narrowed slightly and your eyebrows scrunched closely together. Yami found himself wanting to reach over and smooth the creases in your forehead but decided against it at the last second. He wasn’t some weirdo.

His decision to pull away at the last second though ended up with his arm awkwardly in the air between the two of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

Yami cleared his throat, feeling a flush crawl up his neck, “there was a fly in the air.”

You smiled, “of course you did.”

“You and your little tricks.” huffed Yami.

“Alright,” you placed your mug down on the counter with certainty, “I'll describe your feelings but only if you promise to do something for me.”

“As long as it's nothing to do with Nozel. My brain is literally going to melt if I have to deal with another one of his outbursts.”

“I actually find his outbursts rather amusing.”

“That’s because you’ve never been on the receiving end.”

“Well regardless, this doesn't have to do with him.”

“So what is it that you want? I’m not paying your tab or anything am I?”

“Of course not and it shouldn’t be embarrassing either.”

Yami eyed you suspiciously, “how… reassuring.”

“Very~” you reached into the small bag pulling out a wad of gold coins, “so what kinds of things are you willing to do?”

The bartender came back to count the coins you’d left for him.

“Anything.” answered Yami.

The bartender tried to hand over extra coins to you but you pushed them back towards the bartender before turning to look at Yami, “anything? Well then-”

Yami cut you off, “anything within restraint. Like I said before, nothing that’ll get me in trouble.”

“Great!” you smiled, grabbing Yami’s hand and running out of the bar with him.

You smiled in a way that Yami hadn’t seen you smile. Your eyes glimmered with excitement and untold secrets.

You’d always been childish but Yami can’t recall the last time you’d actually looked so young.

You were one of the younger captains but the age difference hadn’t actually occurred to Yami until right now. You didn’t have the same stress lines you did before. No worry or stress evident upon your features. It was almost like seeing a different side of you.

The two of you ran through the alleyways of the streets and eventually came out upon the edge of the city. A large clearing that seemed to disappear far into the distance where it met with the sky.

“What are we doing here?” Yami asked.

“I wanted to see the sky.”

“And so you dragged me along to see?”

“Of course. You said anything, after all and I wanted to see the sky.” you explained.

“So why did we have to run all the way here?”

“Because it’s easier to feel other people’s emotions when they’re not around other people and while they’re tired.”

“And why couldn’t you explain that to me before running off?”

“Because sometimes you gotta just go with the flow.”

“Is that what you were doing?” Yami asked, amusement bubbling up in his chest.

“Of course!” you smiled in a way that sent butterflies to his stomach, “doing things just because you can when you can is what makes the best little moments in life. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Yami nodded.

“Isn’t the sky beautiful tonight?” you asked.

Yami shrugged, “I guess.”

The sky did look rather nice today, but nothing very different from what he’s already seen. Perhaps there was something you saw that he didn’t?

“Girls are supposed to like pretty things like the stars, aren’t they?” Asked Yami.

“To be honest, I actually don’t think the stars are that pretty.” you shrugged, laying down on the ground and staring up at the sky, “kind of mundane, really.”

Yami raised an eyebrow curiously, taking a seat beside you, “huh. And what’re some things you do find interesting?”

You smiled in a way Yami didn’t know you could, “people that spark.”

“That thing where there are tiny spots of flickering light?”

“No, that's sparkling. Very different from a spark?”

Yami snorted, “what’s the difference?”

“Sparkling, as you so brilliantly put it, is tiny specks of flicking light. A spark, on the other hand, is a single burst of light that often erupts into flames.” you explained, a gleam in your eyes.

“And how exactly do people spark?”

“Passion, heart and brilliance.”  The three mixed perfectly create the sensation known as ‘wonder’ or in other words, a spark.”

Yami laughed, “you’re so weird.”

“At least I don’t sit on the toilet all day,” you laughed, “that’s probably why your squad is always dead last in rankings. No Captain there to take care of them.”

“As if your squad is so good.”

“I’ll have you know that my squad ranks second, only after Golden Dawn.”

“Yeah, second in being tryhards.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “tryhards?”

“Don’t you know any modern lingo?” Yami rolled his eyes playfully, “it’s an insult to someone that tries too hard.”

“Huh. What a strange thing to say, especially since you, by the definition seem to be quite the tryhard yourself. Apart from Captain duties, of course.”

“Sweetheart, you’re talking to the King of Tryhards.”

“Didn’t you just say that being called a tryhard was an insult?”

“Nothing’s an insult when directed towards me.”

“Strange thing to boast about, but whatever suits you.” you sat up and once again snatched Yami’s hand. Your hands were pleasantly warm. Your fingers were softer than Yami’s own and left a pleasant tingling sensation as they moved down towards his wrist. “The moment right before the sun rises. Anticipation and determination. Survival and unknowing. You’re like a gentle breeze in the midst of a summer evening.”

Yami flushed, “nice trick.”

You rolled your eyes, “it’s not a trick.”

He interlocked his fingers with yours, “I know.”

Fall in love with someone that brings wonder into your life.

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[intuitivesef]

Your love story described as a poem

Pick a card reading

Don’t second guess yourself when choosing a card. Trust your intuition.

Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t.

Author’s note: I described it as a poem to enhance the beauty I felt throughout the reading. :) Also, added a channeled message and a quote from them because I felt like something was missing and I kept hearing love messages.

Moodboard: @hannamichelle-seraf

Dividers written by me

Masterlist

Pile 1:

Love at first sight.

𓂋 ʚ♡ɞ

One look. One look was needed for me to find my true love. You were there doing your own thing, I felt a need to look at your direction, Realized the reason—I just found my fucking soulmate. I didn’t want to look that way, I wasn’t interested in love, I never gave a damn about it, But you changed my whole concept of it. Looks weren’t my thing, I never cared—it was all about the soul, But you, damn you, love. You changed everything for me, The way your body moved, the way you dress, It makes me lose my fucking mind, and I know you know it. You like teasing me all too well, damn you, You’re killing me, I love it.

𓆩♡𓆪

Message from them:

Damn it, baby. I never cared about looks, I don’t care about it and I shouldn’t, but you did something to me. I’m not superficial or anything, but I love it when you dress up for me. Looking so hot and sexy, God. It kills me, it turns me on, it just... I can’t explain what you do to me.

𓆩-𓆪

A quote from them:

How can one be beautiful internally and externally? To think your looks wasn't the only attractive thing, to think I would learn to fall for someone's personality than looks, thanks so much baby doll face!

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Pile 2:

Best friend

𓂋 ʚ♡ɞ

You wouldn’t think you’d fall for your best friend like that, Nah, I didn’t so either and yet here we are. Sometimes, I would catch myself daydreaming about you, Punching myself and getting frustrated because I didn’t want to lose you, I didn’t want to be forgotten, but at the same time, I wanted your love, But I couldn’t accept my feelings for you. Months after months, Came up with a plan to ask you out, Hoping you would accept it rather than reject my love for you, And you accepted it.. My eye couldn’t believe it. You probably thought something was off with me during the moment, But you didn’t understand how I felt, How I wanted to pick you up and kiss you, Where I wanted to scream so loud because you accepted my love, Where I wanted to cry so bad because you felt the same, The joy I felt when you accepted it broke me in the best possible way. Thank you for feeling the same way, You mean the world to me, You know that already, But saying it again to you is the best. I love you dearly and I will always do. Love you.

𓆩♡𓆪

Message from them:

I’m so thankful you felt the same way as I did because I thought about you all the time. I daydream about you, dreamt of you, and I couldn’t stop. At first, I couldn’t accept what was happening because I’m not the type to fall for someone, but you were the exception. Your kind soul brought me to my knees and honestly, I’m glad it did. I got to learn how to love someone without getting hurt through the process. Commitments were never my thing, and you knew that, but I don’t know what happened. You’re the only person I wanted to commit to. I will always be loyal to you like you’re to me. Thank you for loving who I am and never judging me. Your acceptance brought me to tears.

𓆩-𓆪

A quote from them:

Thank you for being a blessing in disguise. Usually a disguise isn't a blessing and yet underneath that cold exterior of yours, there was a beautiful blessing. To think you hid behind a wall for your own reason and yet the person underneath was the most beautiful, the most extraordinary person I have ever met. To think you would hide that for your reasons.. well it's okay, I know the reason why now, but remember I will always love you no matter what.

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Pile 3:

Meeting at the wrong time (heartbreak for both parties)

𓂋 ʚ♡ɞ

Time tests us both, We were broken at the same time, Shouldn’t we call that destiny? I don’t think so—why call it destiny when we were both sad when we met? I broke up with my lover—you dealt with your short coming, We were pulled together; two souls met a sad awakening. Drawing a card, roll the dice, that’s what we are. Just a gamble. That’s what I thought, I thought God was playing with me again, Playing with my heart and shit, I was wrong. Though, I dealt with pain from my last relationship, You came into my life and rocked my world. Made me lose focus on the goal, healing myself, but… I’m glad you did because I didn’t need to heal, I thought I did, but no. I was okay just the way I was because you fell for me too. They say I had a shitty heart, that I was worthless, and such, Yet you said the complete opposite, Sometimes I wonder why you love me, But then I read your little notes, And I see why. You have lit a fire in my soul, Something I didn’t think would come out, Something I was afraid to let out, Yet you made it come out within seconds, Not days, not months… Seconds. Thank you, my dear, my love, my sunshine, If God didn’t put me there, Made me have a breakup, I wouldn’t have gotten to marry you. I’ll say I do every single time.

𓆩♡𓆪

Message from them:

You got me out of my shell and made me the person I am today. If it wasn’t for you, then, oh man, I don’t know who I would be, where I would be, or if I would be alive today. I was struggling with the breakup, the way they said stuff about me ate me alive. I’m a gentle soul, I know that today, but at that time, I had no idea what I did wrong. I know I didn’t do anything wrong and everything was leading me to you, but I think.. I’m kind of grateful for the breakup?? I guess it brought me an awakening of some sort because now I get to call you my wife/husband. How special is that? I get someone who gives me the love I deserve.. the love that saved my life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You don’t know how much you mean to me. ❤💙

𓆩-𓆪

A quote from them:

Are we just a gamble? To think I would find someone like you is truly a dream come true, to think someone would love someone as unlovable as me and show me I am worth fighting for…thank you so much baby, from the bottom of my heart.

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Pile 4:

Childhood friends

𓂋 ʚ♡ɞ

Who would have thought my childhood friend would have become my lover? We were just two kids doing something stupid, Playing around the backyard, Enjoying our meals together without a care in the world, Everything stopped when I had to move. We said our goodbyes, wept our sorrows and moved on. Life had other plans for us. We meet at a party, You came up to me, Said I looked familiar with a faint smile, A smile so god damn gorgeous—I knew. Told you who I was, You had the brightest smile, We still had the chemistry from before, Got to talking again, Fell in love, Got married, Now have a kid.

𓆩♡𓆪

Message from them:

I didn’t think I would ever get married because staying in a relationship wasn’t my thing, but here I am, a mother/father to our child. Crazy, right? But I’m glad because when I moved away, I thought about you every single day. I wasn’t interested in a relationship, I wanted you as kids and I wanted you during that party. And I got you, life gave me you and now you’re mine. I manifested it as a kid, manifested during my teen years, and adult years, and got what I wanted.. you and I’m so fucking happy and blessed. To see you during that moment, my heart sank. I couldn’t believe it and I didn’t want to believe it because how? For you to notice me when we didn’t see each other for a long time shocked me. It still shocks me when I wake up in the morning with you in my arms. Do you ever feel the same way? I always wonder, but I don’t ask. Why would I? I got the person of my dreams and I never want to change that. :)

𓆩-𓆪

A quote from them:

I knew the moment I saw you, it was you and I was right, I got my diamond that I wanted forever. I really did get you, I got what I wanted, I was so patient for you angel face, so patient and I got you, I am so fucking happy, oh my god, darling, my baby…Gosh fucking dang it… I cannot express how good it feels, I just cant- You need to understand how good it feels and I don't even curse, and yet here I am, for you, just because I finally got you. I got you for all for myself and I am so fucking happy.

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[adrianasunderworld]

Okay so I'm sorry for word vomiting here but I've got this AU that I've been developing in my head for the past few weeks. I call it my Disney Crossover/House of Mouse/When I say everyone loves Yuu, I’m talking about the entire Disney animated multiverse AU.

(I’m going to be referring to Yuu as she/her because of my own pronouns)

Basically, Yuu ends up working at the House of Mouse every night for extra money because Crowley sucks. She travels through a magic mirror in Ramshackle. Everyone there loves her: the (human and animal) adults think of her as their daughter, the animals love her (she’s not a beast tamer for nothing), the kids constantly want to hang out with her and even the villains have a soft spot for her (mainly because she treats them like normal people and not as villains. She’s super kind and sweet to them even when they try to scare her). Somehow, they realise that they don’t really know who she is or how she got there or anything so they ask her about it and she’s like “it’s a long story I don’t want to explain the whole thing.”

So due to either Disney Magic™ or one of Professor Von Drake’s inventions, the entire Disney theatrical animated universe watch everything that’s happened to Yuu so far in Twisted Wonderland. So obviously this would lead to lots of questions and everything but that’s not what I want to talk about. Oh no. What I’m getting to is this:

Ship Wars.

Everyone sees how Yuu has got each and every boy at NRC wrapped around her little finger and she’s literally so dense and oblivious to how positively smitten and whipped they are for her so they play a little matchmaking. Obviously The Great Seven™ would want Yuu to get with their own Twisted versions. It was unprecedented. Normally every villain knows not to get on the bad side of the Mistress of all Evil but the second she’s like “she’s my future granddaughter, my Malleus has been courting him the day they met” WWIII breaks out.

The Heroes™ are at first like “why villains though?” before realising that the boys would rather chop off a limb before they would ever think about letting Yuu get anywhere near harm and they’re like “so for their wedding, I’m thinking…” Because what’s the biggest bragging right than having the beloved Yuu getting with someone that’s based on your story.

Listen, because I have ideas™ of villains trying to get their kid (yes, they see the boys as their kids, sue them) with Yuu and the heroes being like “Are you married? No. Move over.” Simba and Nala helping Leona with ‘Can You Feel the Love Tonight 2.0’ whilst Scar and the hyenas scheme in the shadows (the hyenas love Ruggie by the way. He’s an honorary member of the cackle), Aladdin and Jasmine hardcore shipping Kalim with Yuu (Aladdin to the other princes “they rode on a magic carpet and had an elephant parade. Perfect first date material right there.”) whilst JamilYuu shippers Jafar and Iago seethe, Alice may not know much about relationships but she’s got an imagination, an older sister and sees how invested the White Rabbit, card soldiers and the Queen and King of Hearts are with RiddleYuu so she’s going to help. The Dwarves hate Vil. Snow White loves everyone. She just wants Yuu to be happy. Lovable himbo tries to get Idia and Yuu together but Meg just rolls her eyes and Hades yells at him for ruining his plans. Ariel and Eric see Azul, a mer who’s fallen in love with a human and they’re like “our time has come. Sebastian, get your voice ready.” and Ursula’s like “that might be the one good idea you two have ever had”. Maleficent has been MalleYuu Shipper No1 from the start (a title that Lilia had to give up to her after a one minute stare down). She already has a room prepared for the prefect for when she visits the Valley of Thorns. Aurora, Phillip and the three good fairies think that Malleus is a sweet boy and are rooting for him.

Of course, there will be ship wars.

And don’t get me started on the battles that the villainous henchmen/sidekicks get with each other. If I have motivation, I might write something for this AU but I have a bunch of headcanons and scenarios for it. Also, Yuu is an honorary Disney Princess. She gets to sit with them at their table and has a personal invite to visit their castles whenever she wants so that they can have some girl time together. (Mulan and Merida mainly want to teach her how to use weapons and are 100000% ready to hunt down any of the boys that try to mess with her).

Listen, I love everything about this. House of Mouse was one one my favorite cartoons as a kid so i'm all on board for this. (It is an affront that the series is not on Disney+, but at least its on Youtube.)

Mickey tapping on the glass of the Ramshackle mirror: Hey, hey kid. Wanna work at my club?

All i'm thinking of is the episode where Max has a date with Roxanne and everyone swears not to embarrass him, and then proceeds to embarrass with their well intentioned attempts to make it perfect. Like dedicated Sebastian's Kiss the girl performance and setting up a Lady and Tramp style meal for them. That, but with the NRC boy of the week.

Miss Yuu: I'm going to be bringing my friend Azul this Friday. When he heard about the club he was interested to check it out for ideas for his lounge.

The entire cast of the little mermaid:

There is not a speck of chill in that establishment. Sebastian's going to perform Kiss the Girl. Ariel and Eric get the bright idea to invite them to sit with them like a double date. Ursula and batting the other villains from interfering with a stick. It's a mess.

Rinse and repeat every other week with a different student.

Imagine Hades trying to teach Idia how to be a quick smooth talker to get Yuu to go out with him and its just failing miserably. Or Yuu just glaring at the Magic Mirror in the lobby.

Or ladies night at the House of Mouse, and all the princesses insist Yuu sit them and enjoy the show, and Minnie assures her she can take a break for a while. Then upon Clarabells suggestion in the episode, they do a bachelor auction, Only the Bachalors are Vil, Malleus, Leona and whoever else they could rope into it. Only all the princesses are bidding on their favorites and then giving the date to Yuu.

And like you said, everyone sort of adopts Yuu in their own way. But Goofy especially is going full dad mode for Yuu. Just comes to her defense at any moment like he does with Max and its very sweet.

#twisted wonderland #miss yuu #the house of mouse