#then it takes them forever to realize because what are these two if not oblivious

[erwinsvow]

i thinkkk all 3 boys have a thing for r but she only has a thing for rafe (realises when sofia shows up) 🤪 #kook trio reader

this would play out so funny seriously timeline not making any sense but oh well

you watch, jaw clenched and chewing on your cheek, rafe talking to the girl he's been with recently. normally you can push your feelings aside, but it stings this time, since she's been around for weeks. he never stays with one girl for this long, no girl besides you, you think bitterly.

"does she really have to come every time?" you ask, not realizing how jealous you sound. topper and kelce exchange a look. they saw this coming from a mile away.

you are a little oblivious, they discussed one night, not catching onto the way kelce has been suggesting the two of you go to dinner alone for the past month. no, you always agree and then tell him you're inviting rafe too.

you think topper coming over for ice cream and movies is the way he's deciding to cope over breaking up with sarah. you don't even realize this isn't a communal activity, texting rafe and telling him to pick up the ice cream.

it's fine, they've decided, except now you're getting upset, since rafe is doing to you what you've been doing to them.

"it's been like two weeks," top comments, taking a swig of his beer.

"seems like forever. what's he see in her anyways?" you hate that you even asked the question—envy didn't suit you, especially not with your best friends. she's nice, and pretty, and if she's good for rafe then they should be together.

you should be happy for him. it stings even worse because you're not, not at all.

"don't answer that," you follow up, shooting one last dirty look at them and turning away.

"hey! christ." kelce says, while you pick up his scotch and finish it in one drink.

"i need another drink," you huff.

"stop moping," top says.

"yeah, we all know he can't stay away from you. give it another week," kelce snickers, laughing with top.

you don't catch his sentence, a new idea coming to mind.

"what's that pogue's name? the one who sells weed? jj?" you turn to kelce and top, eyes wide and eager, smiling for the first time in an hour. "anyone got his number?"

#THIS WAS SO FUN I HOPE YOU LOOOOVE #i hate writing jealous reader feels wrong... rafe is her one and only <33 #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #kook trio reader

[viviennevermillion]

oooh what if vidyadhara reader with draconic feature just like dan heng (or feng) who's trying to hide the fact that they're jealous but the tail just gives it away by thumping on the ground like it has a mind of it's own and no matter what the reader does it just won't stop unless you grab it

but like, if the tail didn't exist they would actually believe it cuz their expression is actually very convincing

i was thinking of blade, dan heng and jing yuan back when they were still a high cloud quintet cuz i believe they were so popular back then

With a Vidyadhara Reader

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: thank you for the request! i went with present time for this because i feel like i still don't know enough about their past to feel confident in portraying them accurately.

✧ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: dan heng, jing yuan, blade

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: obvious — taylor trensch

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none

Dan Heng, being a Vidyadhara dragon himself, immediately knew what was up with you when your tail started indicating exactly how he made you feel. Yet, because he wasn't open about his past with the other members of the Astral Express Crew yet, he kept silent, simply observing you and wondering what would become of your friendship if one day you decided to be honest about your feelings.

Dan Heng loves you too, but he's hesitant about putting you on the spot and forcing you to share something about you, that you weren't ready to share with him yet. And besides, that would mean bringing up the whole High Elder thing and he wouldn't know how that would affect your opinion of him. His memories of the past are hazy and he doesn't know who you were back then and what that would mean for you now. Whether it would make you see him with different eyes.

So when he comes back from the Xianzhou Luofu with dragon horns and a tail; the resemblance to High Elder Dan Feng undeniable; your eyes fall on him and you immediately know there's quite a lot for you to talk about

At first it's all about what happened on the Luofu and how Dan Heng felt about the whole thing. But he eventually decides it's time to talk about how your tail had been giving away your feelings for him for months now.

You're understandably flustered, still a little shocked from the realization that he likely knew the whole time. You had always brushed your agitated tail off as "things your nerves just do sometimes" so finding out Dan Heng was always aware you were lying about it was quite awkward

However, Dan Heng is happy the cards are finally on the table. He confesses that he feels the same for you and you decide on just burying the past for a while and enjoy your life together now.

You receive a text message from him the next day to enter his room and you find that he has built something akin to a dragon nest / pillow fort for the two of you to cuddle in. Dan Heng lays down with you in his arms and he places a kiss on your horns; a silent promise to stay by your side and love you forever; his tail intertwined with yours.

Blade is... hesitant about falling in love with a Vidyadhara dragon considering how his last close bond with one went.

Blade actually is completely oblivious to your tell-tale signs of having a crush on him. He'd be entering the room and your tail would swish back and forth and he's way too caught up in his own head to notice. His thoughts are spiraling around what happens if you want him to be immortal too and what it means when you reincarnate or whether you will bring ruin to his life like his friendship with Dan Feng did.

Meanwhile you're just like,,, happy to see him

Kafka actually has to slap some sense into him by telling him about your feelings for him and your desire to love him and take care of him that is obvious to literally everyone BUT Blade. This man is DEEP in denial and half the time he spends with Kafka is her trying to convince him that you're not out for making his depression 10 times worse and that since he feels the same; he should just give the whole thing a chance and enjoy your time together

But these interactions made you wonder whether Blade wasn't into Kafka instead.

So your tail smacks onto the ground in an unnerved motion and Kafka chuckles, leaning over to Blade and whispering in his ear about how you're obviously jealous and he should just give in to his feelings already.

This in turn makes your tail act up even more.

This continues until Kafka one day decides to put you out of your misery and just tell you that Blade has a huge crush on you that he's trying to deny and that he mumbles your name in his sleep while snuggling a pillow, which makes you almost choke on your cereal.

Blade enters the room not long after that, finding your tail completely still from the shock of the information you just received. He turns his head to Kafka, speaking in a slow but annoyed tone. "What. did. you. do?"

This incident ultimately marked the moment you two got together but Blade still thinks Kafka is a horrible wingwoman.

Jing Yuan is the only one out of these three who is not conflicted in the slightest.

Rather, he's having the time of his life watching you talk to him with a completely straight face while your tail is having a solo dance session behind you; something you were unfortunately very aware of. You try desperately to stop it from moving while Jing Yuan just stands there with a subtle smile on his face.

He'll subtly tease you about it as well. Asks you if everything is okay whilst he knows full well what is happening here.

When your tail thumps on the ground out of jealousy, Jing Yuan leans close to you and tells you that you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Yes, this is before you start dating. He knows what he's doing to your poor heart by teasing you about this. He hopes it finally prompts you to be honest about your feelings.

Even after you get together, the tail is definitely a big help in showing Jing Yuan how you're feeling at the moment, so he can reassure you when he needs to and give you attention when you crave it.

He often pulls you into his lap and runs his fingertips over the tail, marveling at the scales and how you react to his touches. When he notices your tail is sensitive, he chuckles lightly and presses a kiss to your forehead.

Everytime he sees jealousy or a need for attention in the movements of your tail, he makes a mental note to take some time off to spend with you and pamper you with affection as soon as possible.

#honkai star rail fluff #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail blade #honkai star rail #hst x reader #blade x reader #dan heng x reader #imbibitor lunae #dan feng #blade x you #hsr blade #dan heng #dan heng x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #hsr jing yuan #jing yuan

[kumawaii]

PLACEHOLDER | CSC

cw - meanie!cheol, reader can fit into seungcheol’s clothes, toxic behavior, cheating, voyeurism, squirting, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare

– for my 🪼 anon.

∘₊✧─── 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ───✧₊∘

bestie!seungcheol is the meanest guy ever. he’s brutally honest to the point of being rude, and he never cares about anyone’s feelings. he’s been this way forever to everyone and anyone — from total strangers to his actual family. the only exception to his abrasive ways is not his girlfriend, but you.

when bestie!seungcheol’s girlfriend first met you, she belatedly realized the the special treatment she got from her boyfriend wasn’t all that special. if he didn’t constantly roll his eyes when she did things that annoyed him or cut her words because he didn’t want to keep listening, that was nothing compared to how he treats you.

if you’re out together and you get cold or forget to bring a jacket, bestie!seungcheol doesn’t hesitate to give you his. she also noticed that he never lets you pay for anything, offering you an adorable gummy smile she had never seen while saying he’s got you. he also offers you a taste of any food he gets for himself, even going as far as feeding you. but maybe the most devastating blow is how he looks at you with pure, unadulterated affection.

the worst part of it is how oblivious you are to all of it. at first, she just thought you were pretending to not know, but when she talks to you about his odd behavior, you genuinely don’t know what she means.

“he’s only nice to the people he loves. i thought you of all people knew that.”

you’re not mean or harsh with the delivery of your words. in fact, you say them in a way that heavily implies that you believe bestie!seungcheol is in love with her. it doesn’t make her feel any better though. because all signs point to her boyfriend being in love with you, and she can feel herself start to spiral.

fighting with bestie!seungcheol about you is draining. mostly because there’s not an end to the arguments. it always ends with him telling her bluntly that he would cut her out of his life before even thinking of cutting you off. it hurts, really fucking bad. but she doesn’t leave. for some reason, it only makes her want to hold on to him more.

it’s useless. every time she can feel her boyfriend slipping further and further away until it seems like they’re practically nothing anymore.

but she thinks there might be hope when she gets a text from bestie!seungcheol one random night. in the message he tells her to come over so they can talk. he makes it clear that he’s busy, but she can wait in the living room until he’s done. it’s pathetic how fast she drops everything just to go over to his house.

trying to be considerate was her first mistake. she let herself inside using the spare key she begged her boyfriend to give her. the house is still, and as she slowly takes off her jacket she sees a familiar bag on one of the couches. then, she hears it. faint moans coming from upstairs. her heart plummets.

not leaving right then and there was her second mistake.

it’s like her feet move on their own as she goes upstairs to where the wanton moans are coming from. unsurprisingly, the sounds are coming from bestie!seungcheol’s room. she can tell the door is open from where she’s standing in the hall. stupidly, she still hopes it’s not what it seems.

she cautiously gets closer to look inside while still managing not be be seen. what she sees rips heart heart in two. bestie!seungcheol has you face down and ass up on the bed, completely naked. from where she’s standing, she can see the arousal covering your thighs. all she can do is watch as her boyfriend spits on your cunt and spreads it all over your quivering lips with his tongue.

bestie!seungcheol moans into your pussy as he spreads your ass to shove his face deeper into you. he kneads gently at the soft skin as he slurps up every stream of juice you release.

“you taste like absolute heaven, baby.” seungcheol groans as he slowly tugs on his aching cock. precum is leaking out in thick beads which he uses as a lubricant to fuck his hand. “just like i knew you would.”

his words are another jab to his girlfriend’s shattered heart. this only confirms what she knew to be true. as if it already wasn’t fucking obvious. in all the time they were together, he never ate her out, not once. she thought that it was just something he didn’t like, and it crushes her to see that’s clearly not the case. bestie!seungcheol is sloppy with how he eats you out. fucking obscene, actually.

his tongue fucks into you, licking every inch of your sweet cunt until he gets to your swollen nub. it’s what pushes you over the edge. you squirt all over seungcheol’s face and cover him with your orgasm. his girlfriend watches with soul-crushing disappointment as he laps it all up eagerly, moaning along with you.

“fuck! cheollie!” you cry out as you grind your cunt back on his face, riding out your high.

“god, you’re fucking hot, sweetheart.” your best friend hums against your sloppy pussy. “making a mess all over my face.”

it hurts because bestie!seungcheol doesn’t care that you squirted and called him by that stupid nickname. when she had done both (on two separate occasions), he had made his displeasure clear. this is all too much for her, but she doesn’t leave. not even as she watches your legs tremble with little aftershocks of pleasure. not even when her boyfriend friend looks back at the door and throws her a mean smirk.

staying to watch is her third mistake. her heart keeps breaking as bestie!seungcheol slowly shifts you into a different position, all while murmuring about how pretty and good for him you are. he’s pressing tender kisses to your face as he lays you on his chest, smiling at you like you’re the person he loves the most in the world.

you moan is needy when you feel bestie!seungcheol tease your entrance with his leaking tip. it all feels so good that you have to shove your face in his neck and let out a desperate please so he can finally shove it in and fuck you.

which he does. bestie!seungcheol concedes to you so easily it’s hard for his girlfriend not to feel jealous. especially as she watches him shove his big cock into your tight little cunt in one go. she can tell how tight you are because the grip is crazy and seungcheol is moaning like she believed him unable to do. he quickly starts fucking into you, splitting you open with rough thrusts.

“you’re so fucking tight, baby.” seungcheol groans, feeling your hot cunt clench around him as he spews his filth against your ear. “sweet little pussy was meant to take my cock.”

he rams his dick into you until you’re crying out his name like it’s all you can remember. you’re coating his cock with your cream, and the sight make his girlfriend sick. she can smell the heady musk of sex from where she’s standing, and the sound of lewd squelching and skin on skin seems deafening at this point. but she’s unable to look away even as you cum all over her boyfriend’s cock while crying out like a pornstar.

“fucking love your cock!” you moan, lifting your head to give bestie!seungcheol a sloppy kiss. your tongues play around together until you inevitably have to separate for air. “sh-shit, cheollie. fucking love you.”

he starts to fuck you harder when he hears those words, groaning out his own that break the remaining pieces of his girlfriend’s heart. “i love you too, sweetheart. more than anyone.”

she feels numb at this point. never mind that he never kissed her during sex or said those three words to her. seungcheol just fucking came inside you. he’s never fucked her full of cum like how he’s doing to you — filling you with the love he’ll never have for her.

bestie!seungcheol caresses your body while telling you what a good girl you are and how well you did for him. another thing his girlfriend never got. she didn’t know that he could be such a soft person during sex. the last bit of her heart is finally ripped away when he gently lays you on the bed and start to clean you up. he’s murmuring praises into your skin before helping you into his shirt. then he pulls you to his chest and gently caresses your hair as he reiterates his love for you.

your back is facing his girlfriend, and you’re too sleepy to notice anything but seungcheol’s warmth. so it’s natural that you don’t see him glare at her and nod his head in a way that says get lost. which she does because then maybe she can distract herself from the fact that he never performed any aftercare on her.

his girlfriend’s fourth mistake is going downstairs to wait for him like his text said. she waits about an hour, crying her heart out the entire time. eventually, bestie!seungcheol comes downstairs with just a pair of sweatpants on. he raises his eyebrow at her, clearly irritated. “enjoy the show?”

he’s mad, and she’s just heartbroken.

“why—?”

“we’re over.” he cuts her words, clearly sick of her and her pathetic behavior. “we had our fun, but you were just a placeholder until y/n was ready to admit her feelings for me.”

the living room is quiet until her ex sticks out his hand. she knows it’s a silent demand for the spare key that was never meant for her in the first place. like a zombie, she gives it back and watches him go back upstairs to the woman he actually loves. his cruel actions aren’t shocking because that’s how he’s always been.

now all she’s left with is a heart that’s in irreparable tatters because bestie!seungcheol will only ever love you.

#kumawaii.exe #seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #seungcheol x reader #svt x reader #seungcheol fanfic #svt fanfic #seungcheol fic #svt fic #seungcheol imagine #svt imagine

[mistywaves98]

Omg double request???????? slay??????? Whatabout,,,,,, yan albedo,, kidnapping reader n keeping her in a cage for stress relief,, like he'll occasionally feed her and give her water ofc, but a lot of the time he'll lace it with aphrodesiacs and let her suffer in the cage until she's begging to be fucked- boy makes absolutely sure she humiliates herself- like girl's fighting for her freedom? He'll just make her so desperate she has nowhere to turn to but to him.

-the amazing super awesome best anon ever/jjj

Sorry for taking sooo long with this, I lost motivation and when I got it back I decided to rewrite the whole thing 💀 and I'm finally back from the dead!

✧･ﾟ:* Yandere! Albedo x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ¡Warnings!: NSFW, Yandere/Darker Themes, Kidnapping, Fingering, Making out, Aphrodisiacs, Teasing, slight sadist! Albedo, that's all I think!

✧･ﾟ:* Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You hadn't even known him for that long or that closely, yet he felt a constant yearning whenever you weren't around. You were just another adventurer that completed commissions for the guild, so why did he like you so much? This want for you was hindering his research since he couldn't focus when you were on his mind 24/7. Weighing his options he figured it would be pointless trying to persuade you to stay with him forever since you enjoyed your freedom, it was really obvious. So what was plan B?

Why to keep you with him by force of course.

As adventurous as you were, you could also be a little to trusting and oblivious at times. Everything was calculated down to the smallest detail. Eventually he had formulated the perfect plan to make sure you were his. Due to Albedo's precision, it wasn't long before you were in his lab, unconscious.

Upon stripping you of your weapon and vision, Albedo realized that he missed one crucial thing. He didn't plan on what to do with you after kidnapping you. It's not like you were there for any reason other than to satisfy his desire for your company.

Eventually he settled on a cage he happened to have when he wanted to observe live monsters he captured for research. He cleaned and even cushioned it a bit before placing your limp body inside. Once he locked the gate he decided that all was good and he could focus again now that you were under his surveillance 24/7.

It had been months, maybe even years and although the likely answer to how much time had passed was the former, the latter was definitely what it felt like. Although it was unlikely you could have escaped, Albedo decided to cuff your arm to the bars just in case. The bindings were tight and made your wrists sore but there was nothing you could do about it.

It made you furious that all you could do was sit there like a doll on display, only taken out to be tampered with from time to time. But again, you were helpless.

You were snapped out of your sulking as the hinges of your cage creaked open and a plate of steaming food was placed into it. As quickly as it was unlocked, it was shut once more. You stared at the meal with a sour look, as good of a cook he was you didn't trust his food because of numerous.... occasions.

But you were so hungry and you could feel your mouth watering at the smell. So as always, you reluctantly gave into your needs.

Why did it end up like this? You already knew the answer. Aphrodisiacs. In your food. That's what lead you here, completely naked on his lap with your back against his chest, two fingers shoved in your mouth while three more are shoved up your pussy not moving an inch. You desperately try to grind your hips onto them for any sort of friction to help you reach your high but you just can't. You can't even begin when the pads of his gloved hand flatten your tongue against the bottom of your mouth. The most you can do is pathetically whimper in hopes he'll get the hint and he does but would rather see you suffer so you just have to sit there, waiting until he decides what to do to you.

"I assume you want me to move my fingers,hm?" A sharp thrust makes you gasp. "C'mon, tell me darling, what do you want from me." He chuckles cruelly when all that escapes you mouth is muffled whines and incoherent noises. "Ok ok, I'll let you talk." As soon as the fingers leave your mouth you speak,"Please, please let me cum! I-I'll be good, just—" You're cut off by another thrust of his fingers into your tight cunt but this time they continue plunging in and out making you moan in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm building up.

Albedo's free hand traveled down your neck and began fondling your exposed breasts making you arch your back at the added stimulation. In doing so you slightly shifted your positions and you couldn't help but cry out as you felt him hit that sweet spot inside of you. "N-ngh f-feels soooo good 'bedo! Please don't s-stop!" Hearing you say his name always made something stir inside of him, something that told him to go harder. "C-cumming!" With that you gushed all over his fingers, coating them with cum that dripped onto his lap, soaking his clothes but that was the least of his worries. You couldn't see the ways his eyes darkened form the position you were in but when he moved a hand to tilt your chin to face him you were met with that scary smirk that, even through your dazed state, had learned to fear because it always meant nothing good.

"Who gave gave you permission to cum? I don't recall saying you could orgasm, now look at the mess you've made." As if there wasn't already a mess," 'm sorry...I—" you were cut off as his lips met yours. His hand shifted form your chin to hold your face in a way that give him firmer grip. Drool ran down your chin as his tongue entered your mouth, licking everywhere it could reach.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were panting heavily. Albedo observed your face as you gazed at him through half lidded eyes. Dried tears stained your face as a bright red blush covered it, beads of sweat ran down your face and your eyes we're puffy and swollen. You were certainly a sight for sore eyes, Albedo made sure to make a mental image of it to paint later.

Lifting you up into the desk, be shoved everything on it aside as he laid you on your stomach. Now your lower half was hanging over the edge and you tensed as the cold surface met your hot skin. You gasped as something big and hard pressed up against your pussy's entrance. "You wanted to cum so bad so you did so without my approval, how disobedient of you... but don't worry, now I'll give you all the orgasms you want."

#i got kinda lazy at the end im sorry 😭😭😭 #smut #x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #yandere albedo #yandere albedo x reader smut #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:* #albedo smut #yandere genshin x reader smut

[c-o-t-o]

Unsure if you're still taking requests, but if you *are*.... is it possible for me to rq denji (csm) x fem!reader with fluff prompt #2 leading into n.sfw prompt #6?

I Wanna Taste, Part 1

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: s.fw, character aged up, descriptive kissing scene

Misc: 714 words, Part 1 of ?? Requested by anon (cooking with them, them licking food off your lips). Thank you so much for the request! I didn’t know how n.sfw you wanted this to go, but feel free to request again and I can continue the fic with another part and make it spicier~!

About: You and Denji make your own food and dessert, but Denji wants a taste of yours.

*Do not remove info or credit from posts when reblogging or sharing!*

Denji has really been enjoying cooking with you lately. Probably because he loves to eat, and he knows that there's a delicious reward that comes with cooking alongside you. He's not always… successful when he cooks by himself. So he has really come to love doing that with you.

Dinner was simple tonight though, after a long day of working all Denji wanted was instant ramen. But you made it a little nicer by bringing home some meat and veggies you could both put in it to make it a little more substantial.

The real fun tonight though, was putting some dessert together. You brought home plain cheesecake and you both made your own slices special with some fresh fruit and different kinds of sauces. Naturally, Denji put every kind of sauce on there all mixed together like he was a mad scientist mixing together some kind of concoction. But you made yours nice and elegant with some strawberry slices and chocolate sauce.

The whole time that you're both eating your cakes, Denji looks back and forth between you and your dessert. You notice this and smirk to yourself.

“How's your cheesecake, Denji? Does it… actually taste good with all that stuff on it?” You ask with a chuckle. Denji drags his last piece of cheesecake through the pool of sauces and jams on his plate before bringing the dripping piece of goop to his mouth.

"Sho’ good,” Denji manages to say with his mouth full. "I really like all the sweet stuff you brought home to use.”

"But you even used the jelly we already had, wasn't it all too sweet?” You laugh as you bring a bite of your cake up to your mouth. Denji has stopped answering, now that his gaze has become fixated on your fork bringing pieces of cake to your mouth, like a dog jealously watching its master eat.

"Denji…? You okay?" You stop and ask him, your head a bit tilted because he looks like he's suddenly in a trance.

Denji's mouth is hanging open slightly. He swallows hard and breathes out heavily. You realize that his eyes have locked onto your lips, and he hasn't looked away from them. Although it's only been about a minute, it feels like forever, with how deeply he's been staring at them. Realizing that, you start feeling your heart flutter in your chest.

Denji grabs the corner of the table between the two of you, slowly pulling himself towards you. His eyes still locked onto your lips, oblivious to everything going on around him now, including you asking him what's wrong.

He continues to pull closer, standing up now to close the distance between the two of you. His hand reaches out, fingertips gliding up your jaw towards your cheek.

Speechless from how quickly this is all happening, you can't get the words out anymore and can only look back at Denji's lustful eyes with a hint of nervousness.

He pauses inches away from you, still breathing hard. You can hear his voice quietly, deeply panting as he tries to calm him breathing. Swallowing hard one last time, Denji cups your face with his hand and leans in to licks your lips.

Immediately, you feel a surge of body heat rush between your thighs in response. You close your eyes to savor the feeling and try to kiss Denji back.

But no, that's not quite it. Not quite what Denji was looking for. With his free hand, he grabs the corners on your lips with his thumb and forefinger, causing your lips to pout. He keeps licking them and suddenly sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. You can hear his moans with your tongue in his mouth now, the vibrations traveling from his tongue to yours. Denji's tongue laps yours for a few seconds before finally pulling away from you.

You gasp for air as your mouths part, and you see Denji lick his fingers that were holding your lips. He looks you straight in the eyes, wipes his mouth with his forearm, and grins with his sharp teeth.

“You had some chocolate on your lips," Denji whispers, grabbing your chin delicately. “After seeing how good your dessert looked, I wanted to see how sweet you would taste, too."

#ask c-o-t-o #chainsaw man #csm #denji #csm denji #denji smut #chainsaw man smut #denji x reader #denji x you #csm smut

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

(Somewhat disorganized thoughts to follow…)

So I’m sitting here thinking about Good Omens, as usual. And I’m wondering. What if Aziraphale hadn’t gone to chat with the Metatron?

Because it’s easy to say “awww yisss there would have been love confessions and kisses and everything would be better.”

But would it?

Because as the great Bildad the Shuhite said, “Nothing has to change.”

If there’s anything this 6000-year slow-burn has shown us, these two are content to remain… not exactly the same, but changing in glacially slow ways (and also not really content, but they’ll fucking do it anyway).

I think watching Gabriel and Beelzebub go off together got them both to realize that things could be different. But would that be enough to get them talking? Or would they have just gone off to their alcoholic breakfast, made a few jokes about whatever the hell’s just happened, then wind up back at the shop drunkenly talking about dolphins and bird space ships again, the needle on their relationship barely moved? And stay that way until the Second Coming finally arrived to shake things up?

Because it’s not a question, really, of them realizing something or revealing something. They both know.

Crowley knows what he wants, but he’d rather spend the next thousand years scowling from the sidelines and watching his angel be a happy idiot than actually put his feelings into words.

And Aziraphale—well, he has ideas, more than we give him credit for, he isn’t wholly oblivious, but his ideas are happy little dream worlds he can play out in his mind. He’s waiting for a better deal—not better than Crowley, obviously, but better than the precarious balance they currently exist in. A perfect shiny happy ending where everything is Good and Nice. And he’s willing to wait basically forever, just thinking about how nice it will be when it happens.

They need nudges. They need excuses. Especially Aziraphale. He sets up this whole ball for Nina and Maggie (partially) so he can ask Crowley to dance for the first time, but he’s there every day! You can just ask him to dance any time! He still denies having a “special” person to amnesia Gabriel. He doesn’t remember anything! Literally everyone in Heaven and Hell and also Earth think you’re an item now anyway! Just say the words!

The nudge for him was the Metatron’s offer. Taking charge of Heaven. Crowley at his side. They can make the Good guys truly Good. No one to question whether they belonged together. Happy ending.

Crowley’s nudge, of course, was Nina and Maggie telling him to goddamn say something. And I don’t think any of them realize it, but that had to be his conversation. If the two ladies had come over and talked to Aziraphale the same way (solo), he’d throw all his defenses back up and that would have been the end of it. If they’d talked to angel and demon together, well. These two are idiots. Aziraphale and Crowley would have refused to take the conversation seriously, talked circles around their guests, and left for their breakfast, laughing together over those humans and their ideas.

So for Crowley to get his nudge, he had to be alone when they visited, and for that to happen, Aziraphale had to go have his talk with the Metatron. Aziraphale had to get a perfect enough option to overcome his anxiety, and for that he needed his chat.

Now, am I saying that without the Metatron’s interference they never ever would have moved forward? Maybe. They’re complete idiots, your honor.

Maybe not, though. As I said, they just watched another angel and demon go off together. Would that be enough for Crowley to realize that, hey, actual communication sometimes has good results? Would that be close enough to a perfect ending to assuage Aziraphale’s fears?

I don’t know if we can say for sure. But I’ve been trying to play out that last scene in the bookshop differently to find where the path to the happy ending was, and I think this is the answer. Aziraphale needed to not go to the Metatron at all. They needed to be on their way before Nina and Maggie decided to visit. And then… somewhere in the talking and drinking that followed, one of them would have to take a risk.

And like, have you met these two? They’d be dooooooomed…

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #ineffable idiots #good omens meta #good omens 2 spoilers #crowley #aziraphale #aziraphale and crowley #good omens prime

[grapejuicestyless]

What A Waste

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summery: You and Harry swore that you would one day marry each other if you were to grow up and not already have a lover. Yet, when the time comes and the two of you are wed, Harry cannot let himself enjoy it.

ANGST

I’m standing at the alter, hands clasped together and eyes looking towards the door at the end of the aisle. Yet my hands do not shake, and my cheeks dk not ache with the pain only a genuine smile can cause. My heart does not pound out of my chest because I am not in love. The girl coming down the aisle is nothing more but a pawn in the grand scheme of things.

Maybe once, I would’ve held those feelings towards her, but our blood has since ran cold. Any fond memories tainted by our final goodbye.

She wasn’t very interesting to look at. Maybe, at least if my heart couldn’t love her, I could have something nice to look at. Something delicate, pretty. But her lips were pouty and her eyes held clouds over them. There was nothing attractive about the solemn face that hid her beauty.

When her hands hold mine, and her face is just inches from my own, I find it within myself to recite the vows I’d written for her. Carefully constructed to sound like a true loving husband, but with no true emotion that not even she, in her most oblivious state would ever have accounted for.

When she read hers, I saw her hands shaking. Her lip trembling and the furrow in her brow as she stumbled on her words. How embarrassing, how nervous she was. Acting like it was all real. Finding a way to make theater into reality.

How softly, she told me she would. Love me forever, take care of me and support me from the sidelines. Even softer, she mumbled about how even when she was riddled with arthritis, sick and tired, she would still twirl my hair the way I lived when we were children. When I kissed her, I felt nothing. When I pulled away, her smile could have fooled me. How genuinely happy she looked. But I remember the way she left me, and I remember how it could never truly be real. And I remember why I hate her, how I could never love her. Not even a little bit, not even at all.

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“H?” She calls me by the nickname she gave to me when we were younger. I don’t realize that even now, twenty years later her mind had still clung to it as if it would be any importance to her anymore.

“Don’t call me that.” I’m bitter, I hate the way it sounds so sweet on her tongue. I hate the way her smile falls when I reprimand her, and most of all I hate the way I’m forever bound to her. With all the money in the world, nothing could separate us, no matter how hard I tried.

She rubs her arms, wearing her fluffy pink pajama pants and a shirt thats reads, “We think Harry had the X-Factor” so cracked, it almost doesn’t even read correctly anymore. The words die on her tongue, look at what I found? I see her enthusiasm melt away. When her eyes drift to the unmade bed and her feet start to move, I speak again.

“No.” Her confused face infuriates me. How could she not understand the justification of my cruelty.

“Your room is down the hall.” The one with the squeaky mattress and dusty floorboards. The one with photos of my old house, with the old garden and the old cats. It’s empty and the heat doesn’t work very well. But the cold from her heart wouldn’t mind it, truly.

I hate how her hair lingers on every surface. I hate how her perfume wafts into the bathroom while I shower. And now, more than all, I hate how she looks at me with rounded eyes glossed over almost too innocently.

But she is not an idiot. We both know it. Silence speaks volumes, I know she pieces together the puzzle as she walks away. The shirt hanging loosely off of her shoulder and her face hidden from my view. She never looks back. She doesn’t say goodnight.

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“Do you think we’d be soulmates in another universe?” I ask, tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. The fresh England summer air hot and humid. I say it with dirt on my skin, grass stuck to my knees. I pull at the ribbons in her hair and watch how she smiles. We were only children then. Fourteen and convinced we were all grown up.

“Why not in this one?” She asked honestly, looking at me with so much truth in her eyes, I believed her. And the way her hand fit into mine, I could feel my heart pounding. And I knew then, she was the one for me. The way my body reacted, how quickly my heart pounded so violently, I thought it might burst from my chest. Too young to be kissing and too old to not think about it, we stare at each other in the wet grass in the backyard and wait for the final sunset to disappear into the horizon, my eyes looking into hers and her hand in my hair.

For a long while, I believed what she did. We were soulmates, we were bound together. Always by my side, always encouraging me. She makes shirts for my family while I start my career. She helps me rehearse my songs and her voice makes me believe that it should be her on stage, not me.

When the band is formed, and One Directions fate is sealed into greatness, I spend the last summer of normalcy singing in the fields and holding her hand like real good friends would. Her hand in my hair again, twirling it between her finger and her thumb. I want to kiss her, but the smile on her face makes me too nervous to. I think she has the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. I think she is the prettiest girl I’ll ever see.

“When we are twenty eight and not married yet, will you marry me?” She asks me in the last week of that August. It confuses me, it’s such a random age. It’s so young. But the idea of getting to be with her forever makes my cheeks flush.

“Why twenty eight? Why not forty?” She laughs, says something on how I’ll find it silly. For a girl with as much potential as her to wish for something so silly.

“I want to have a warm house with a soft bed. A dog and two cats and children. I want two boys and a girl. I want a white fence to keep them in from the street and little family trips where we can all laugh and be happy. And with all of that, I hope I am a writer still. I hope I have critically acclaimed novels and a Nobel Peace Prize.” And I don’t think her dreams are stupid. And even though her dreams are so hard to make real, the way she dreams about it out loud makes me believe it will happen to her.

When we leave the grassy field that night, I have no idea it will be the last I’ll see of her for a while. All I know is in the morning my mother has a solemn look on her face and a letter in her hand. When she sits me down to read it, all I hear beyond the violent ringing is my mother telling me she is gone. She left, only leaving behind her empty promises and a tainted memory of what I once believed to be something so pure and precious.

I don’t see the letter. Maybe if I had, I would have known it was in her father’s handwriting. And my dear Y/n hadn’t left me because the beating of her heart lost its rhythm in me, but because she was forced away into a house that would never be her home.

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“God, you are a self-righteous prick.” She huffs, quickly untying the apron from her waist, letting the blue and yellow fabric fold over her hips and be discarded on the shiny tile floors. Not yet scuffed from the lack of dancing. Never truly loved. But I wouldn’t know what the difference was. I stopped learning how to love when love walked out on me.

“And you must be a victim!” She sticks out her tongue and groans, rolling her eyes and walking down the hall. The lights are dim, candles burning. It’s her own touch. She claimed she hated the big lights. The smaller ones made it much more homely. I didn’t care enough to fight her then, but as I stumble around I wish I had.

“I gave you everything! I gave you a roof to live under. All the money on the goddamn earth and all the glory! And yet you are ungrateful!” I spit at her with venom I don’t even know I possess.

“Oh my god, you don’t even know me!” She turns, and her eyes are crazy, hair wild. “My own husband doesn’t even know me!” She says it like it hurts her.

“Don’t call me that.” I tell her firmly. I try not to look at the rock on her finger, how it taunts me.

“What does it embarrass you? I hope it does. I hope all of your friends tease and taunt you for marrying the girl you never wanted, but had to have!” She laughs then, stepping closer to me, her finger in my chest.

“I will not let a loveless marriage strip me of my heart and my soul. You can hate me, but you should know better than to think you would have any power to strip me of my humanity.” She said it with such power, her voice shook with the same fierceness she felt in her bones. And yet, her anger didn’t lead me astray. For the first time in our loveless marriage, I felt a twinge of guilt for the innocent girl who I let bleed so gruesomely on the floor of our own home.

“Believe it or not, I am not the cruel witch you make me out to be. I am a woman, the same woman who loved you all those years ago. I still dream of having children and cats and a dog. A damn white picket fence! But, what a waste! Our agreement! If it could have at least given me that, or god forbid it had brought us together! I am still the same woman who loved you, and it is clear to me you are not the same man. You are bitter and I pity you because you must be so unhappy to feel the need to be that way.”

“And what else? Do you still dream of a medal in your honor for your writing? Or has that woman finally grown up to smell the roses and see that the world isn’t always built just for her.” I should’ve backed down, the moment she showed vulnerability, but for some reason I could not shut my mouth. I needed the last word.

“I outgrew those dreams the second I married you.” If my heart wasn’t shattered completely then, it had been now. And why? Over some words a girl I claimed to hate had to share?

“What a shame too. A book full of stories of us destined to the fire on our wedding night. And even if I were to write again, who would read about how you broke my heart? And how I continue to let you stomp it out until there is nothing but the dust that remains.” When she leaves, her dress sways behind her. She’s wearing my sweatshirt and she has the same white ribbons in her hair she had all those years ago. She never really did lie to me, did she.

She was only a girl. Ribbons tied into her hair and a white dress with lace so frilly, it resembled her wedding dress. A dress I never appreciated. I wondered if I looked into the old box of photos of the day we were destined for failure, if I would find any photos of her in all her innocence. Or, if that same smile she greeted me with before she knew me would be tainted with the same hate I bred inside of her through my own negligence.

I regret every feeling I’d ever felt towards her. How I called her plain, uninteresting, unlikable. The realization of this guilt hits so hard, it is undeniable. I feel this way because I have succeeded. I have crushed the heart of a girl who continued to love me through my greed. And I know I have succeeded through the look in her eyes and the frown lines by her lips. The lines that once represented deep smiles gone in an instant.

She only solidifies what I know when I see her suitcase by the door. Practically empty, nothing in this house is truly hers. She has gone from one loveless house to another, not yet finding her home. Not yet living her dream.

“You don’t need to divorce me, but I can’t stay. Not now. Not when I still love you. I can’t come back until every piece of you is gone. Maybe then, your insults won’t hurt so much, and we could get along.” She smiles softly, but it’s so fake it hurts my heart.

I don’t stop her, but I wish I had. This house isn’t a home without her. If I could change it, I would. I still loved her, and thats what makes it all sting so much more. The tormenting, the pain and the tears. All a result of two soulmates bound to be together, yet one of them refused to let it happen.

I hope she’ll come back soon. Sooner than last time. And I hope her heart still yearns for me. I’ll propose to her for real this time, not just under circumstance. And when she walks down the aisle, I’ll shake just as badly as she did the first time. And we can laugh about our experience in our first try at rekindling our flame, and we can finally have a house with a fence and two boys and a girl, a dog and two cats. And she can write about how wonderful her life is and win every award there is to win. And I will stand beside her like a good husband because I love her.

I will spend each hour she is gone wishing for her to come back. For the ache to ease itself. And what a waste. If only I could write a good song about it without ranting and going off into small tangents. If only I could’ve done it right. If only it could have brought us together.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #yn x harrystyles #fine line harry styles #hslot23 #harry styles #harry's house album

[marc-spectorr]

come alive

pairing: poe dameron x reader

kiss prompt: #22 …in a rush of adrenaline

warnings: 2.0k wc. mentions of violence, shooting, weapons. curse words.

notes: thank you to the lovely anon for submitting this prompt! i decided to make this its own post bc i wrote quite a lot. also i haven't watched star wars/written for poe in a hot minute so pls be nice to me lol. hope you like it!

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“What’s the escape plan?”

At the question, Poe shoots you an odd look that is quite concerning. “Escape plan?”

“Yeah, the escape pla—oh my god,” you say in a hushed whisper, blinking at him. “You don’t have one.”

“I don’t have one yet. Don’t worry, I’ll come up with something quick and then—”

“—and then we get captured, locked up behind bars to rot or until they decide to—”

Your ramblings are cut short when Poe puts a hand over your mouth, gently shushing you. Three stormtroopers approach the stack of oversized crates, shrouded in darkness due to the absence of sun at this late hour.

You freeze and hold your breath, waiting for them to pass. Fortunately, they march right by without problem, oblivious to the fact that you two are hiding behind them.

As happy and relieved as you were when Poe first showed up to free you, you’re now back to thinking that you will die at the hands of the First Order. It’ll only be a matter of time until someone realizes their imprisoned Resistance spy has escaped. You’ll never get out of here, especially without a plan. You’re doomed.

You swallow thickly and try to distract yourself from the dread and panic clawing inside of you. You’re on the verge of hyperventilating. Glancing around wildly, you need to focus on something else. Anything.

Eventually, you have no choice but to settle on having your attention on the pilot’s stupidly handsome face. You keep your eyes on him, inhaling and exhaling deeply to gather your composure. All the while, you wonder— has he always been this good-looking up close? You have never realized how pretty of a shade his dark eyes are or how much they sparkle in the low light. You’ve never seen such thick and curly hair like his, and you have the biggest urge to card your fingers through it.

“Sweetheart, hey—relax,” Poe murmurs when you grow quiet on him, his watchful gaze flickering every now and then to check your surroundings. “Breathe. We got this.”

Poe has long dropped his hand from your mouth, but it remains on your face, cupping your cheek as he assesses you for any injuries. You feel your pulse pick up a beat. You’re sure it’s mainly from the threat of danger you’ve found yourself in. Certainly not because of Poe, your good friend, and crush ever since the day you joined the Resistance.

No, it definitely cannot be that.

“Okay,” you sigh out, nodding. You take a quick glance at the perimeter yourself this time, mostly to hide away from his gaze. “Now what? We can’t stay and hide here forever.”

“You’re right,” Poe agrees. He steps closer to you, his chest brushing against your back as he scans the area with you. “My ship’s past the tree line. Best course of action is to sneak out without alerting anyone. But if things don’t go our way, we use these.”

Slipped into your hand is a blaster. You take a deep breath and tighten your fingers around the grip. You hope it doesn’t come down to a shootout between you, Poe, and the dozens of armed guards patrolling the place. Violence isn’t really your strong suit. That’s why you preferred missions that involved laying low and gathering intel. Too bad your cover got blown on this assignment.

(And yes, you are still sore about that).

“I’m a shit shot, just a heads up,” you warn Poe. You turn around and bump into him, forgetting that there’s barely any space between you. He doesn’t make an effort to step away, and surprisingly, you don’t either.

Poe’s lips curl into a smug grin. He holds up his own weapon in his hand. “And I’m very much not. See, we’re a perfect match. On a scale of 1 to 10, how’d you rate my spur-of-the-moment escape plan?”

You bite back a chuckle and shake your head. Leave it to Poe to distract you from your worries, even if it only lasts a minute. In all seriousness, you have faith in him. He can be overly cocky sometimes, but he’s smart and skillful. You’ve seen and heard what he’s capable of. There’s a reason why you and plenty of others admire the hell out of him.

“I’d give it a 7.5, mainly ’cause I trust in your confidence too much. Plus, it’s not like we have other options.”

“That’s the spirit,” Poe beams. “Sorry if I worried you about not really thinking this through earlier. Once I found out you were being held out here, I kinda just... went for it, y’know? I didn’t have time to waste. I couldn’t let anything happen to you.”

You smile at him, ignoring how your cheeks are warming up against the crisp nighttime air. You’re touched by Poe’s statement. Grateful that you’ve crossed paths with someone like him. Who else would be this reckless and determined to dive into an impromptu rescue—or insane enough to risk their life to save yours?

The thought has your heart feeling tender, but you can’t get caught up in it at this moment. You and Poe need to make it out alive first. Fuck, now the nerves are starting to creep back in.

“Thank you. If we come back to the base both in one piece, dinner’s on me.”

“You mean when we get back,” he corrects. He holds his hand out for yours. “Deal. It’s a date. Alright, you ready?”

Poe’s question almost doesn’t register in your head after he refers to your dinner offer as a date. He doesn’t seem to be joking around. He sounds serious, and you don’t question it. You find yourself more than okay with calling it that.

Clearing your throat, you give Poe a slight nod, ready as you’ll ever be. Both of you have to get out of here alive. Your date depends on it.

Staying undetected as you move through the shadows was easy in the beginning. Few are out on patrol this evening, and when you do encounter someone, Poe manages to evade them. Surely this isn’t his first go-around at something like this.

You do your best not to allow your anxiety of getting caught to cause you to lose focus. The warmth of Poe’s hand in yours helps soothe you, an assurance that if anything goes wrong, you’re not alone.

When you spot your way out, relief floods over you. You tell yourself you’ll be home soon. That you’ll be back in your bed in no time, tucked under the covers, safe and sound. No longer would you be fearing for your life in the way you are right now.

You’re nearly there— the clearing is just within sight. Less than a hundred yards away more and…

Sirens suddenly blare. So loud that they ring in your ears and leave you disoriented for several seconds. The quiet of the night quickly descends into chaos as guards pour out from every which way. The radioed orders your ears pick up are clear and bone-chilling: they are searching for you, and if found, they want you gone permanently. 

“There you are, scum,” a trooper snarls from behind, weapon pointed at you. They’re about to pull down on the trigger, but Poe reacts much quicker. The blaster in his hand fires, and the man instantly drops to the ground.

You barely have time to process what happened when Poe grasps your hand tightly, holding onto it uncomfortably tight, but his touch is grounding. The two of you share a knowing look as the sound of distant voices and heavy footsteps grow closer.

“We gotta keep moving. Shoot anyone who’s chasing after us, got it?” He says, his voice a blur over the erratic pounding of your heart.

Poe doesn’t wait for your acknowledgment. He makes a mad dash towards the gate leading out of the compound. He wasn’t lying when he said he was not a shit shot, taking down a few men with such ease— they were no match for him.

Luck seems to be on your side tonight. The moment Poe tugs you past the gate, you run across the field and into the woodlands as fast as possible, the fastest you’ve ever moved. Your muscles are sore, and your head is dizzy. It feels like you can’t get enough air in your lungs.

Still, you run. You run and run, even if you’re starting to think that your legs will give out at any moment. You have to get as far away as you can from the place that has kept you captive. It’s your best bet if you want to survive.

Finally, Poe’s ship comes into view. He glances behind you, and you mirror his action, seeing that the guards have lost track of you in the dark. The relieved smile on your face remains for only a split-second, however. As soon as you turn your head back, you see the stormtrooper emerge from the thick bushes, aiming to shoot at an unsuspecting Poe.

It’s like everything is in slow motion. From you realizing that Poe is in imminent danger to the way you forcefully push him out of the line of fire and draw your blaster.

Adrenaline buzzes through your veins. Your chest rapidly rises and falls. You steady your hand even as it fights to tremble. Without thinking twice, you fire your weapon. The first shot narrowly misses the enemy, but the following two blasts hit them fatally, and they slump to the ground, unmoving.

Luck truly is on your side tonight.

You gasp a breath in surprise when a pair of solid arms suddenly wrap around you, your nerve endings still on high alert after all that has transpired. 

Poe’s gentle voice saying your name cuts through your foggy mind, and you meet his gaze. Your heartbeat continues to drum sharply against your ribcage as you stare at him for several moments, tracing the deep, worried lines etched on his face.

You don’t know what comes over you after. You’re unaware of what you’re doing until you’re right in the middle of it.

One second, you’re holding onto Poe—feeling some of the tension in your body seep out upon seeing that he’s okay, he’s unharmed— and the next, your lips are on his, soft and warm. Exactly the way you had imagined they would feel.

Poe doesn’t kiss you back right away; it is the only thing that snaps you out of this haze. Have you misread him all this time? He’s a major flirt, but you thought he was genuine with you. A knot of confusion and embarrassment forms in your stomach. How could you be so wrong? How could you have fucked things up?

You immediately pull away, taking a few stumbling steps back. Poe looks at you wide-eyed, mouth slightly open, but he doesn’t say a word. You glance down at your feet, not wanting to see his expression as you fumble out an apology.

“I-I’m sorry, Poe. I don’t know… I was just—”

You are interrupted when Poe lets out a breathless chuckle. He closes the short distance you had put between the two of you, his hands cupping your face, fingers stroking your cheeks ever so gently.

“Don’t be sorry,” he whispers. “I wasn’t expecting you to do that. It did feel very nice, though.”

Poe’s breath fanning warm over your skin causes yours to hitch. Before you can respond, he slowly leans in and recaptures your lips in a sweet kiss. Your heart stutters and skips for a whole new reason now. Something more electrifying replaces the fight or flight sensation surging within you, making you light-headed in the best possible way.

The kiss abruptly ends at the sound of dried leaves rustling and branches snapping from different directions. You notice faraway lights becoming brighter, no doubt more stormtroopers closing in on you and Poe.

“I’d like to keep kissing you, but we gotta go,” he laughs, nodding towards the ship. “The sooner we get back, the sooner we can go on our date.”

You grin in agreement and place your hand into Poe’s hand. Being with him makes you feel alive, like you can handle almost anything the universe throws at you. You could get used to this.

“Take me home, flyboy.”

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron #oscar isaac x reader

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter Four: Charles is confused

Max verstappen x lando Norris x Charles Leclerc x reader

Chapter summary: Charles leclerc has always known he's weird. Maybe it takes someone just as weird as him to discover he's not alone.

Warnings: Reader discovers sexuality is a thing, almost a car crash, injury description, allusions to past abuse

Notes: Yay! Charles content! This chapter is wicked long, btw. I got carried away... oops.

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Masterlist

Charles Leclerc had always known he was different. He just got a confirmation during his rookie season with Sauber.

He tried to keep his head down and show his talent, yet things never went to plan.

He was glad to be racing with Max again. His rival until Max practically flew up the ranks and Charles was stuck moving at the same speed he always had. Far to slow for his liking.

Now he’d achieved his dream. It’s 2019 and he’s driving for Ferrari alongside Sebastian vettel.

Everything seemed to be okay for now. Aside from his weird attraction to his stupid rival and his girlfriend who spent majority of her time in the Ferrari garage.

He noticed it last year and made it a point to stay as far away as possible from them. And for some reason it felt like fate was laughing at him because he always ran into the two.

Awkward. Stumbling. Stuttering.

He hated himself for this. He hated that he couldn’t just be normal. Fall for someone he actually had a chance with. Not the two most taken people in the paddock.

It didn’t help the Pierre constantly talked his ear off about them. Complaining that Max never shuts up about her. A lovely nail in the coffin.

Now at Ferrari he spent so much time around her that he was mentally hitting his head on a rock.

She’s weird and doesn’t get human interactions sometimes. She literally talks about the car all the time. She’s told him a few times what the strategy should be and not to listen to Xavi. Somehow she always knows what advice he’s going to need for a race.

Max, on the other hand, was something he’d not expected. It came out of nowhere during his teenage years. They’ve known each their for so long and yet Charles had yet to hold a semi decent conversation with him.

Max is a good driver and everyone knows it. He’d blamed it on respect at first but now they are 20 and Charles can’t help but memorize every stupidly little detail about him.

He determined that he must be mentally I’ll. Or bisexual. Or both.

“Your eyes are going to get stuck if you keep staring like that.” Teases Sebastian. Charles hadn’t even realized he’d zoned in on the happy could. Max dancing poorly with her to some imaginary music. He just moves he’s eyes to the table. Hoping the German doesn’t think much about it.

“Why so glum?” Asks the older male. Charles sucks in through his teeth. He definitely doesn’t want to explain that he’s attracted to both his daughter and her boyfriend. He’d probably thing he was crazy.

“Jealous, I suppose.” He settles for.

“Of which one.” Charles snaps his head up to Sebastian. A cheeky grin spreading across his face. Surely he can’t be that easy to read, right? “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret.”

Charles is stumbling over his words. Questions of how he knows attempt to come out but sound like gibberish. Thankfully Seb understands him.

“You make puppy eyes at both of them all the time. You should be glad they’re both oblivious. It took her and Max years to figure it out.”

The first time he’d been relieved since this conversation started. Neither of them had noticed him. His friendship with the two was as close as he was going to get and he planned to keep it that way.

~

She’d been staying with Max that night. It was hard to find time to just be in each others presence during race weekends. Her mind was racing this weekend for some reason. Her nightmares had been getting worse recently, so she opted to keep herself awake and let Max sleep.

Her head was absolutely throbbing. She’d already stopped a few nose bleeds. She even tried levitating around random objects to get some of her energy out. Nothing was working.

Her vision was going now. She didn’t want to wake Max, but she couldn’t help the cries of pain the wracked her chest. The feeling of the floor. Then a person?

This was definitely a vision. Not a small one by the looks of it. She’s had a few of these before. Where she sees more then a moment and is able ti get a clearer picture.

She’s following around Charles. The Monegasque is racing. It’s the same track they are at now. She looked at the clock. Tomorrows date. Some time around 4.

Charles’ car has a rear tire explode. His car sending him into the wall. She can see his body dangling as the car flips itself.

Then she’s back. The white hot pain still searing her veins. Max holding her gently in his lap. Why does she feel like it’s still going?

She loses sight of Max one again and is thrown into another image. Her and Max sharing an intimate moment embracing each other.

She can’t help the smile that creeps onto her face.

Someone else joins them now. Their intimate moment now being shared.

She’s confused. She’s scared. And she’s in so much pain.

~

Max held her as the pain dies down. He already had a wet rag in hand to hopefully help cool her rising body temperature and wipe away the blood that was stuck to her.

“Do you want to talk about what you saw?”

“Charles is going to crash tomorrow.”

“But you’re not going to let that happen are you?” There is a smug smile on his face. He already knows what she’s planning. Her and Charles had become relatively close since he’s been at Ferrari. Max actually thought their relationship was oddly cute in a way.

“I saw something else, also.”

“Yeah?”

"We were hugging and smiling. Then, someone else showed up. But it didn't ruin it? Like - they joined us, I guess."

Max ponders for a moment. It's not something he would've considered. It's definitely not something he would've seen himself doing.

The girl panicking on the floor makes him think she probably has no idea that it's actually pretty normal for that to happen nowadays. She's spilling words about how she'd never do that to him.

"Shush. I think we can figure this out in the morning." Max heaves her off the floor and into bed. Continuing to stroke her hair until she falls asleep.

~

She was on edge all day. She repeatedly warned Charles about his tires. She warned Seb about his tires and Charles.

It was nearing four o'clock now. She was watching the tire degradation, and Charles was getting close to not having anything left.

She ran. Ran to get on the radio and tell someone about his tires.

Thankfully, they listened. She hadn't been wrong about things yet. Charles came into the pits and got new tires.

The relief that washed over her when he crossed the finish line in one peice was immense.

Check didn't care he finished sixth. She ran to him regardless.

Charles was shocked when she jumped into his arms. She'd done this before. she always hugged him him when he was done racing. He learned early that she likes physical contact over words.

This hug was different. He could feel the tension actively leaving her muscles.

He just embraced her. Letting himself relax into her hold.

~

She was pacing in Sebs hotel room. Max had been attempting to get her to relax her body. Seb was sitting at the table watching the two go back and forth. Then there was Lewis.

Max had told him the interesting predicament they'd found themselves in. Seb had not really understood everything about it, and Max was doing a terrible job at trying to explain it to him. So he had asked Lewis to attempt.

Lewis had explained the idea of polyamory. The same idea Max was trying to explain. The same thing the girl pacing the room was not understanding.

"geliefde, we don't have to think about it."

"Why are we thinking about it exactly?" Pipes Lewis. He'd been quiet since she started pacing. After his explanation of something she'd never heard of.

All of them freeze. What are they supposed to say? She had a vision of the future and saw them with another male? A ridiculous notion.

Lewis looks between them all. The other three look between each other.

Seb looks at her. His face is caring and gentle. "She's been having some revelations about the world recently."

Lewis either is just nodding in understanding because it's the truth or he knows their lying and doesn't want to push further. Either way, at least he dropped it.

Back in Max's room, she'd finally been able to calm down. It still didn't make any sense to her, though. Why was Max so okay with this?

Max, unbeknownst to her, was pondering the idea. He'd learned to just flow with her visions. It wasn't set in stone but sometimes it was okay to just let it happen. This was one of those things that he was genuinely open to try if she saw him doing it.

Somewhere in his brain, he could find thoughts that he locked away. Things he thought were weird and decided never to open the box to that again.

Obviously, she wasn't opposed to the idea either. She saw herself in that vision. Her feelings are much different than Max's, though. He could see the shame in her eyes every time she looked at him.

Finally, he'd gotten her here. He's kneeling down in front of her while she sits on the bed. His hands are placed on either side of her thighs.

"I'm going to tell you how I feel about this and then I want you to be completely honest about your feelings, okay?"

She nods her head. Still avoiding his eyes. The guilt to much for her.

"I'm willing to see where this goes. We don't have to try to change anything. From what you saw, we're both happy. I quite like seeing you smile." His pointer finger quickly moved upwards, and the pad just barely touches the top of her nose. "Now, explain to me what you're feeling because unlike you, I am no superhero."

Superhero. A nickname she earned a year ago when she first showed him. He ranted about how she was like a few comicbook superheros he's seen. She wasn't fond of it at first, but now it feels endearing.

"I don't understand it yet. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. It's just that Hanna and seb had told me that it's two people, not three or more, like Lewis was explaining earlier."

Max nods his head in understanding. His hope is that it helps her keep going. He keeps up comforting little touches along her body.

"I'm not going to try to change anything, but I also don't want you to he upset. I've seen relationships at the paddock end because of someone else getting in the way."

"Well, those relationships were not meant to he three people. Maybe ours is. I've seen you with far too much love to give. I feel it would only be natural to let others in."

~

Charles couldn't help staring at her. Her stupid smile was making him swoon.

She was trying to tell him about something she's working on. Yet his mind was too far away to heat what she's saying.

She grabs his hand. Her attempt at pulling him back to earth. "Charlie? Are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry. I'm a bit out of it today." He laughs. His stupid nervous laugh.

"Want to go for a walk to clear your head?"

"That sounds amazing."

Their in Silverstone this weekend. A place he knows fairly well. This walk made him see things he hadn't before.

"Is Max going to be upset you're walking alone with a different guy?" Charles is very aware that Max is protective of her. Mostly from people she doesn't know, cameras, and the media, but it still doesn't change the fact that he could get punched for this.

He takes note of how she bites her lip. "No, I texted him you were having a rough day and needed a friend."

He hums. The only response that feels appropriate.

He didn't notice how he kept walking, and she had stopped. Her hands rubbed her temples. "Are you alright?" Concern is etched into his face.

Somehow, he'd missed the car speeding towards him. He curses how quiet electric engines are. He thinks it might be the end. The way he attracts tragedy finally catching up with him.

He feels his body being thrown to the side. He thought the hit would be more painful. Maybe the pain just hasn't registered yet. The little patch of grass on the side of the road catches him. The fall felt abnormally slow.

Charles lifts his head to inspect his body. He feels fine. Better than fine, actually.

He drags himself up and glances at where his friend is. Panic immediately rises as he sees her on her knees with blood running down the side of her face.

He thinks the car might have hit her. But she looks perfectly fine aside from that. A car would have cause more frontal damage, and she probably would have hit her head.

Then again, he felt better then perfect right now.

He runs over to her and drops to his knees. His hands reach to gently cradle her face. She's panting and trying to get to her phone, but her hands are so shaky she can't type anything.

"Can I?"

She just nods and hands the device over to him. She was trying to call Max.

~

Max is almost flying out of the paddock. Yelling to Christian that he'd be right back.

He found Charles only a few blocks away. Keeping the head of his girlfriend elevated. Her face seemed paler, and there is a trail of crimson on the sides of her face.

Oh. Oh no.

Max pulls over and gets out of the car. "What happened?"

"A car came out of nowhere, speeding. I thought I got hit, but I don't know now, and she's like this, but I don't think it hit her either." Charkes spills in one breath.

Him and the Monegasque had been friends for a while. Well- as close of friends as rivals can be.

She's still awake and mildly coherent. She'd overexerted most likely.

"Schat, can you tell me what happened, please? I need to know how to help you."

Charles is confused by the question. Obviously, from what he'd explained, she'd most likely been hit by a car.

"Couldn't let gim get hurt." She mumbles. Somehow, Max knows exactly what she said, and Charles is left to decipher the meaning. Is it an English thing?

How could she have stopped the car? She wasn't even close to him!

~

Before Charles has a chance to ask anything, he's helping haul a female body through the 'secret' paddock entrance. The one usually used for emergencies. Max and Charles both figured this could constitute as one.

Charles was still confused why they weren't taking her to the medical center. Or anywhere else that would be able to help her better than they could.

Seb met them outside the Ferrari motor home. The door to his room open and waiting.

"What happened?" He looks at max expectantly for an answer.

"She over exerted herself, I think. Possibly moving Charles and healing him simultaneously."

"I'm sorry, what?" Charles is eyeing the two of them. The two only stare at him.

"Dies he know?" The German asks Max. The Dutch shook his head no and bit his lip. Seemingly giving away some secret.

Charles is confused, frustrated and concerned. He let's out a string of French words that neither can understand.

"I'm going to see if I can't clean her up and see if she'll wake up. Can you take Charles to his room and explain to him what happened?"

"Like- explain explain? Or explain?"

"He's seen it, so there's no use in hiding it now. By the looks of it, she was also willing to out herself for him."

Then Charles is being dragged off once again. Now to the comfort of his room instead.

The Dutchman practically forces Charles to sit down. "I'm going to explain to you, and you have to promise you will never speak a word of it."

~

Charles is still shocked by it all. Even in the evening after he's done all his media chorse, he still doesn't get it.

He knew there were some things about her that were weird and that her childhood was shit, but this is just insane.

He makes his way up to Max's hotel room. His brain still trying to process.

He thinks about turning around when he gets to the door. However, it's like they are reading his mind or something because Max opens the door as soon as he steps in front of it.

"Welcome!" Max moves aside to let him in. Charles takes cautious steps forward. His eyes landing on the bed where his friend lay.

She looks better now. Her face has some color back to it. The blood is gone. He's happy about it, but now he feels awkward.

"It's okay, Max told me that you know now." She sits up but doesn't look him in the eyes.

Max let's them have space yet remains perched on the corner. The guardian he's used to seeing.

Charles sits on the edge of the bed closest to her. She looks panicked.

"It's a lot to process."

She shakes her head. Her eyes find Max for some sort of support. It was easy with him.

"It doesn't mean that I'm going to stop loving you or anything. It's just information to take in and understand because it's new." He rambles. Not even realizing he let the L word slip.

Now her eyes find Charles'. They look for understanding. Charles then knows his mistake. His hand flies over his mouth in embarrassment. Cheeks are now growing red and warm.

"I'm so sorry. That wasn't meant- I-"

Charles stands up and is about to bolt before Max rudely blocks his way out.

He looks back at her as Charles tries to find a way through. "Is the face less foggy now?"

Charles is now confused, frustrated, awkward, and embarrassed. It's a combination that can't get any worse.

~

She's staring at him. Her eyes bore into his soul. The worst part is that Max is laughing about it.

Somehow, they had a feeling this could happen. She had a vision where they were not a couple but a trio. Now, she was trying to see if she could recall a resemblance. Charles adds insecure to his growing list of unpleasant emotions.

"I don't remember." She confesses. Guilt creeps onto her face.

"Well, the question is, do we want to try this?" Max asks with such confidence.

It throws charles' head into a tizzy. The two people he thought were the farthest out of reach are actually the closest? It seems unreal. "Have you two already talked about this?" Charles is hesitant in asking.

"After her vision, yes. There's been some discovery on our end, and it's something we're willing to try."

The girl nods her head in agreement. Her eyes light up now that Max has taken control of the conversation.

"Okay, I'm willing to give this a shot."

"I can't read minds, I need your open and honest feelings. If we're going to do this, then you're going to have to be vulnerable."

Max takes Charles hands in his. Their arms now stretch the length of the small table.

It's the touch that gets him. He'd seen Max do it to her a thousand times and constantly longed for it himself.

"I've actually been crushing on both of you- for awhile now." He admits.

The two look up at him with both surprise and warmth. They were glad to hear this. Relief floods through Charles allowing him to continue speaking.

"I thought I was broken or something because I wanted to be with both of you at the same time. I thought it was impossible, but here we are." Charles looks anywhere but at them.

Then she's next to him. Her lips pressed against his forehead in an endearing way.

It's weird that her powers had somehow managed to help her get two partners.

~

They take things slow. They keep open communication between the three of them. They double-check everything until they learn comforts and boundaries.

They are almost through the season now. They've come to Abu Dhabi.

Charles is an anxious mess. He jas a chance to help move the team up, and he wants it so bad.

It's the night before, and he can't sleep for the life of him. He checks his phone, sending a quick text to their group chat. Mostly filled with funny cat videos from Max.

It doesn't take long to get a response, and he's on his way.

Charles has gotten used to the fact that she will always be able to open the door as soon as he gets there. He barely bothers slowing down as he enters the room and falls face first on the bed.

"Rough night?" Asks Max.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

The girl playfully lays herself across the two. The weight of her body comforting to them both.

Max dosen't let it stay that way, though, as he rolls them all over and peppers both of their faces with chaste kisses.

It doesn't take Charles long to fall asleep with them. His and Max's arms tangled up with the girl in between them.

~

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[wildernessuntothemselves]

Gif not mine

Speaking of hybrids, this is giving dog hybrid gyu looming over kitty you (imagine you're in place of tyun) who is oblivious of the possessiveness he's radiating while he plays with your hair because you just think he's your protective puppy (it's his nature right? To guard and protect) but everyone else can see the death glares he's sending anyone who dares to approach you

Edit: warnings: yandere!gyu, dubcon, heat, marking, knots lol

Ok so imagine this, you've been taking heat suppressants since forever and you never had your first heat (all under gyu's coercion. He didn't want you to go into heat and fuck someone else. No he had a plan)

He waits until college when he can book the two of you a two week summer getaway in a remote cabin. Your friends tell you that it's weird that he wants you all alone where no one can get you for a whole two weeks but you love gyu so much you think nothing of it, reassuring them that they're being silly and that you're ecstatic to spend those two weeks of quality time with your best friend who you didn’t really get much of a chance to spend time with much anymore due to exams and the like.

But your friends are right, gyu has a sinister motive. Prior to the planned getaway, he starts replacing your heat suppressants with fake pills, timing it just right so that when you get to the cabin, the first sign of your heat present themselves and not before because he doesn't want anyone else noticing or god forbid any other cat hybrid trying to get you into bed

You don't realize what's happening at first, you just feel a little feverish and clingy and weird but you dissmiss those feelings. You're not going to ruin you vacation and cut the trip short because you're feeling a little under the weather. No you stick it up. But it just gets worse and worse, beomgyu all the while completely aware of what's happening but acting oblivious too, sneaking off to jerk himself off as your scent gets stronger by the day

About 5 days in, you finally realize your predicament: you're in heat. How did that happen you don't know. All you know is that you're a in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with the only male in a few hundred miles being your dog hybrid best friend. You can't ask him to help you. No it's wrong. Hybrids stick with their own kind. It's frowned upon to mingle with other species. You can’t ask that of him. So you just try to pass the days fucking yourself on your fingers or rubbing against the pillows... anything to take the edge off but nothing works

Beomgyu is such a sweetheart during all of this, offering to take you home but you don’t even know what you'll do at home. You have no heat partner and you weren't just going to pick a stranger off the streets. No it's better to ride it out here. You’re just sorry you ruined the vacation for your best friend.

Your best friend who was starting to look sexier and more appealing every day... his tan skin, his strong hands, you just know his cock could fill you up so well, quench that heat you feel so completely in your core

You can't. You can't. You can't stop. You have to ask him... beg him more like. Your mind too far gone, brain swimming in hormones that incite you to get on your hands and knees and present yourself for him to mount, drooling on the bed as you cry and beg him to take the pain away

And he does. God he's so sweet he'd even do this for you, do something so unnatural just to help you out. You thank him again and again as he pounds your dripping pussy, his own needy growls felt against the skin of of your neck and his knot start swelling inside you.

Oh god his knot. You can't take a knot. You're not built for it. You mind clear up a little bit from the panic and you squeak out "beomgyu... your knot... i can't... you have t-to pull out."

"You can and you will." Comes his sharp response, so unlike him it makes you whimper and stop protesting. "That's right. Good girl."

You claw at the sheets beneath you, ripping them apart as beomgyu's cock rips you apart. "Beomgyu--pup-py--" you screech as he forces his entire knot inside you before cumming, his seed filling you up so much you can almost taste it at the back of your throat.

When his hand twists around your waist to rub at your clit and push you over the edge too, your pussy clenches even tighter around his fat cock and you wail as the pain and pleasure clash inside you.

Your brain is cooked, you can barely register the words Beomgyu mouthes at your neck "good girl. Took it just like I knew you could. My mate "

My mate?

What you do register though is his fangs digging into the junction between your neck and shoulder, claiming you as his.

Days later, when everything finally calms down and your heat passes, Beomgyu apologizes for marking you, chalking it up to the heat of the moment. As if it's something he can ever take back. As if now everyone wouldn't look at you and think you’re claimed. As if he didn’t call you his mate.

#txt smut #yandere smut #hybrid smut

[faithintheunknownsblog]

How do pip and alucard (seperately ) deal with a reader who is oblivious to them liking her?fluff plz

A/N: I'm so sorry, I promise I didn't forget- I've just been trying to get more chapters

Alucard

Alucard would just get tired of it, blankly staring at you and plainly asking you, “are you stupid or something?” 

“What?” You ask, taken aback by the rudeness.

“Are you stupid or something,” Alucard asks again in a serious tone that still has a sprinkle of annoyance mixed in since he had to repeat himself.

You shake your head, “no, I heard what you said. I’m just wondering what the actual fuck makes you think you can talk to me like that.”

“Well, clearly you are too dumb to realize I’ve made multiple advances in attempts to court you.” Alucard says plainly. This old geezer still thinks ‘courting’ is a thing.

“Did you offer the plumpest goat in the whole village to my father as well?” You ask sarcastically, “the Hell are you talking about ‘making advances’?”

“I have been doing like what they do in those movies-” Alucard has been watching cheesy rom coms in attempts to learn how to flirt, “-trying to woo you, but you just haven’t caught on.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from laughing, “that’s why you’ve been acting weird?!”

Alucard stays silent.

When you finally stop laughing and catch your breath you rhetorically ask, “Alucard, you do understand that life doesn’t work like that, right? All of those people are actors and the whole thing is scripted.”

Alucard grumbles, “Seras should’ve just let me give you the letter.”

“Letter?” Your curiosity immediately peaks, “you wrote me a letter?”

“Yes,” Alucard pulls the letter out from his jacket and hands it to you. Though he does not show it, he’s nervous as he watches you delicately unfold the paper and your eyes skin across it.

“Huh,” you keep your look unwavering as you look back up at him. Knowing that your unimpressed demeanor has him sweating bullets, then you fold up the paper and with a smirk say, “I could get used to these types of letters.”

“So that means you’ll let me court you?” Alucard asks.

You chuckle, “it’s called dating now, but yes, I’ll let you ‘court’ me.”

Alucard gets the biggest smile, “I told Seras the letter would work.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t take dating advice from her anymore,” you laugh.

“Well I shouldn’t need to, now  that we’re together,” Alucard says happily.

You just roll your eyes and wave your hand to shoo him away, “alright, now go, I have to finish my work!”

“As you wish,” Alucard tips his head and leaves, now a very happy man to be courted with you.

Pip Bernadotte 

You and Pip are laughing and joking around like usual, but out of nowhere with absolutely no context he says “you make it very hard for me, you know?”

You and him tend to joke around, making lewd jokes, so you assume that’s what he’s doing now, “yes, I know. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a picture of me you wank off to every night.”

Pip shakes his head, “no, not that way. Well, not all ze time, but zat’s not what I’m talkin’ about now.”

“What are you talking about then?” You ask Pip.

“Not to kiss you, I think about it all ze time,” Pip’s attitude is no longer playful. He constantly thinks about what it’d be like to hold you tight as he gives your soft lips tender kisses. You make him so happy and you’re all he thinks about. 

You go back to not taking him seriously and thinking this is a joke. So you decide to test him like you’ve done before and playfully say, “do it then.”

Pip is tired of all the joking, he leans in and kisses you so passionately, the world fades away. At this moment the rest of the world fades, it’s only you and him as it should be, always and forever.

When you two break apart, you're both breathing heavily, the kiss stole all the air out of both of your lungs and after a long pause Pip finally breaks the silence, “zat what I meant.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’ve already figured that out by now.” “Just makin’ sure-” Pip smiles, “-because it took you zis long.”

You roll your eyes and Pip steals another kiss, which he will be doing with every chance he gets from now on.

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[gingerjolover]

You're Losing Me - Part 3

Warnings: RPF, angsty + sad, desperate!naomi, neglectful!naomi?, issues in relationship, fighting?

g's notes: surprise shawtayyyy - also sorry this is late, i went out drinking on sat and then was watching the SuperBowl (congrats to kylie kelce's husband's brother ig)

also barely edited but i will be going in tomorrow or the next day to redo allll of my tags, make a tags post, and edit my fics &lt;3

Naomi, sitting at the computer practically steaming with annoyance, is completely oblivious to you waiting outside. They feel stress regarding the fight, that much is obvious, but also a little bit of a sunk-cost fallacy regarding the work they need to get done. Plus, there's a small part of them that believes this will blow over quickly, maybe spending a night apart will be good for the two of you.

So they keep working, feeling a little bad about it, reflecting on how they could've controlled their anger, trying to convince themselves that the defeat in your eyes was nothing more than exhaustion. Slowly, Naomi starts to feel slight resentment, how could you just leave, yeah they agree that space is great but was it the most mature decision coming from you?

After a while, Naomi's resentment begins to simmer down, replaced with a mix of remorse and confusion for what just happened. They realize that they didn't even acknowledge you or your feelings and that it's too late to fix their mistake, wishing they could have extended even a sliver of patience with you.

"Dammit," they say quietly to themselves.

They take a deep breath and continue to work on their computer for a while, but their focus is beginning to fade. They start to feel like their work isn't as important as they are making it out to be; maybe it never has been, and they want to fix their relationship first.

Naomi goes to check your location, seeing that you're not even halfway to Jo and Kelli’s, and it confuses them. Didn’t you leave right after they went inside? Or were you waiting for them to come back out? Did something happen to you on your drive? It’s been over an hour since Naomi started working again. Worry sinks down in Naomi's stomach, settling like a rock.

Naomi wouldn't be able to live with themselves if something happened to you, so they don't even text Jo or Kelli and move to call you. Leaning against the doors of their office, the repetitive rings while they wait for you to answer, causing their heart rate to speed up, the nerves of the unknown and the potential ramifications of this coming-to-head boiling inside them.

Their mouth is a bit dry and they are struggling to control their breathing, wishing that you'd would just pick up the line.

“Yes, Naomi,” you answer deadpan, so unlike your usual sweet, bubbly, and loving greetings, your voice lacks emotion. Naomi cringes at the volume of your voice but can hear the sounds of the road beneath your tires and that you're using Bluetooth in your car.

How you answer the phone sets Naomi's heart racing just a bit more. They feel the guilt weighing on their chest again, like a heavy animal, giving no reprieve or time to get air into their lungs.

"Hey…" they say quietly, "…can we…umm…talk this out? Because this feels…"Naomi stutters, struggling to find the right words to say.

"…bad," they finally breathe out.

“This…feels— bad?” you ask, almost a little confused, tone still defeated and annoyed.

Naomi bites their lip as they hear your response, the confusion and annoyance in your voice evident at their simplistic answer.

They close their eyes and take a deep breath, trying to compose themselves.

"No, no, this isn't just bad…it's like, a train wreck," they finally say, starting to get slightly frustrated again. "This fight is...the biggest one we've had in, I don't know how long... maybe ever. We haven't even had a small one in forever. You and I are always on the same page."

There's a pregnant pause. Naomi can hear you breathing, the sounds of the road accompanying your deep breaths.

“Do you still love me?” you ask quietly, voice insecure and small.

Naomi feels like they just got punched in the mouth. The shock and hurt that pairs with the realization that this isn’t just a fight rocks Naomi to their core. Had their actions pushed you so far that you think this might be over? That Naomi might not love you anymore?

Naomi feels the air sucked out of their lungs, their skin feels like it’s on fire. You are everything. There’s nothing without you and nothing Naomi wouldn’t do for you. They want you to be their wife, the mother of their children (still undecided about that), and their life partner. Naomi never wants you to doubt their love for you and yet, here you are asking exactly that.

Naomi's heart shatters as your tone makes them realize how far this has gone.

"Yes, of course, I love you," they say, sounding a little angry and confused at how you could question that. "Why are you asking me that? How could you ask me that?"

Naomi feels their heart race at this moment, confused about how this suddenly turned so serious. How could you go from not wanting to talk to them to questioning the very nature of their love in an hour?

“But are you in love with me? Do you wanna still be with me?” You ask, voice shaky and a little crackly over the Bluetooth in you car.

"Yes!" Naomi says, their voice raised slightly. "W-what is going on right now?!" they ask. "Of course, I'm still in love with you! What the hell is this? Please let me know why you're thinking about these things." They pause for a moment, starting to feel a little bit hurt by your question.

There's another pregnant pause. Naomi can hear you stutter, like you want to say something but cant find the words. They can visualize it now, your jaw slack, eyes wide and doe-like, trying to find a way to communicate, and even after the devastating blow that was your questions, Naomi feels nothing but annoyance.

"I am not the one making this harder than it should be…" they mutter.

“Because of that! Why are you so angry with me all the time? Why can’t I spend 5 minutes with you when you’re not talking about MUNA or on your phone or computer? Why can Kelli and Jo go and do things? Why can Katie go on vacation? Why can't you and I do those things? Why are we struggling to be on the same page? What about me makes it so difficult for you to give me time when I’m telling you how I’m feeling?” you ask in a slight, passionate tone laced with hurt.

Naomi stops talking as you start going off, trying to process what you're saying.

You're speaking only facts, things Naomi had denied before but now realizes might actually be true. Naomi never intended for you to feel like this. Naomi has always preached about a work-life balance, never wanting to be blinded by the work they do, so much so that they forget how to be a good partner. And even though you're right, they feel caught off guard, feeling like you're angry at them for something that, at least in Naomi's mind, was done unintentionally.

"I…" they begin to say. "I…don't know."

“Is it me? Is something wrong with me?” you ask, Naomi’s heart cracking into a million pieces.

If there was a question that would shatter Naomi's heart right now, that was it.

"No, no no no! Nothing is wrong with you," they say quickly.

Their words seem to be doing little to soothe your feelings, and for a second, they realize that this "fight" might actually be the beginning of an end.

"It's not you…" they start to say. "I mean it's…it's…" they feel a lump in their throat as they start not knowing what to say anymore.

“If it’s not me, then I— I can’t understand why everyone gets your time but me,” you say, tone defeated and sad, voice so small and unsure of yourself, humiliated that you're allowing yourself to sound like this.

Naomi feels a tidal wave of guilt wash over them after hearing your voice, knowing it's killing you inside to feel so small and like you need to beg for attention. Naomi paces, suddenly feeling anxious at the realization that they are truly the villain, pushing you back into the feelings you had in your childhood, having always promised to be better than what you had before.

"Please, sweetheart, it's not like that, you know that," they say, sounding desperately like they are trying to find the right thing to say to make you feel better.

"I've just…been stressed and overwhelmed and, yeah it doesn't give me the right to ignore you like I have, but it's…but it's not personal. I just…." they trail off, not knowing how to finish that sentence. They're starting to feel defeated and confused themselves, not knowing why they've acted the way they have.

You sniffle softly, Naomi's eyes squeezing shut, their fingers pinching the bridge of their nose as they hear you cry softly.

"I didn't mean to fight with you," they manage to say quietly.

Naomi feels lost now, the feeling of remorse and guilt taking over their body again. They don't want this; they want to fix things, to work it out.

“I’m tired Nomi,” you say softly, tone defeated and exhausted. The pet name for Naomi sent a dagger through their heart, the name usually used in between kisses or giggles, sounding sweet and soft from your lips sounds drained now.

They can hear how defeated and tired you sound and know that they've done something terribly wrong. But they're just unsure of what to do to remedy the situation right now.

"Maybe we just need some sleep, and when we are recharged and rested, we can..." they suggest quietly.

“I’m tired,” you say, cutting them off, voice soft but definitive.

Naomi's blood runs cold. Tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of begging for normalcy, and regular conversation. Tired of being ignored or forgotten about. Tired.

"I…I know you're tired, honey," Naomi chokes up, sitting down on the couch, elbows resting on their knees.

"I'm sorry..." they start, breathing out, "I- you don't deserve to feel this tired, can we... do you want to talk about this after you get some rest? Are you almost at Jo's?" Noami asks softly, defeat lacing their words.

“Yeah...will you have time?” you ask, snark missing from your voice genuinely asking.

"Yes!" Naomi says quickly. "Of course, I'll have time to talk to you, whenever you want, I'm not doing anything else important."

Naomi pauses momentarily, feeling more confused by your question.

"Did you think I'd tell you no?" they ask.

“…Yes?” you respond softly, pulling into Jo and Kelli's driveway.

Naomi is stunned to hear that answer. They're speechless for a second, not sure of how to respond. Earlier when you asked it was snarky, this was a genuine question... had Naomi really proven to be so dismissive?

"Honey…you know that I don't think of you as a distraction that I need to get rid of?" they ask, with a tinge of sadness and frustration in their tone.

"…you know you're my favorite person in the whole world, right?" they ask with no snark in their voice, just genuine concern and confusion.

“I... it just hasn’t felt that way for the last few weeks…” you respond, staring at Jo and Kelli's front door, deciding its now or never, the opportunity has presented itself to have a real conversation about this.

Naomi is quiet for a moment. "…has it been that long?" they ask quietly.

This is beginning to hit Naomi harder and harder the deeper this conversation gets. You've been trying to communicate with them, and Naomi hasn't been listening, not really. Half listening at best.

"Are you saying you haven't felt like my favorite person for a few weeks?" they ask curiously, shame in their words.

“Naomi it’s been like a month,” you say softly, voice muffled. Naomi can practically visualize you running your hands over your face in frustration like you do.

Naomi's heart drops. A month…so this has been building up for longer than they realized. They feel their skin start to heat up. You've felt upset and neglected for a month, and Naomi didn't even realize it.

"Oh my god…" they groan. "…What the hell have I been doing?"

That question is more rhetorical than anything, but it's like it escaped, the utter stupidity that Noami feels is escaping out of every pore. "You've been trying to talk to me about this, and I've been…ignoring you…"

“Not so much ignoring but… distracted yeah… and I get it, I’m not… I’m not asking you to put me above MUNA; I know how much you love the band, and I would never ask you to choose. I just feel like,… what’s the point anymore? I’m practically begging you to pay attention to me,” you say, verbalizing the very thoughts Naomi had gathered in the last 15 minutes of this conversation.

They have spent so much time focused on their work and on the band's new album, and not nearly enough time putting it aside to give you the attention, love, and reassurance that you deserve in a partnership.

"You feel…like you're begging for my attention…?" they ask quietly. "Is…that really how you feel?"

“I mean I left the house today and you got mad and it’s like… you were supposed to come with me… we had plans, I— Emilia’s baby shower was today, and you just—“ you stammer, overwhelmed by the bluntness of this interaction.

Naomi feels a lump in their throat as they think about that. "Emilia's baby shower was today…? Honey, you didn't tell me, did you?" Naomi's voice is filled with confusion and guilt. "Why didn't you tell me you needed me to go with you to this?"

“Naomi, I did, multiple times I mean you even asked me why I was dressed up this morning before we fought. It was in the goddamn calendar! I shouldn't have to ask you to go to events with me!” you say, voice riddled with annoyance and a defensiveness that surprises Naomi.

Naomi feels what's left of their heart drop into their stomach. "I…I don't…remember you telling me…" They take a deep breath, trying to process that information. How did they not remember you were going to a baby shower this morning? Of course, that's why you were dressed up all pretty and holding a gift bag. And it was for Emilia, your close friend, not just some acquaintance.

"God, what…what is wrong with me…" they say, sounding like they're fighting the urge to cry.

“Because I talk and you don’t listen, this is what I’ve been trying to say. It’s why I’m questioning if you even want this anymore! You’ve never been like this, and if there’s something deeper you need to tell me, I can’t keep doing this,” you say with finality.

Naomi starts to tear up, their heart filled with shame as they listen to you talk. You're telling Naomi something they already know in their heart; they just didn't want to fully accept that they hadn't been fully present in the relationship.

"That's…not…I want this, honey …" they whisper. They feel like they're struggling to get the words out, like climbing out of a burning house, trying to save what's inside. "You're my best friend…you're the love of my life, and I want this more than anything…"

They pause momentarily, letting these words sink in for both of you.

“Then fucking act like it!” you exclaim, finally fed up. “I’ve been with you through two album productions and releases, and we haven’t had this issue, so if I’m not the problem and it really is the album and you are so overwhelmed fucking ask Katie and Jo to help you and act like you want to marry me,” you say, definitiveness in your voice, leaving nothing unsaid.

Naomi feels their heart sink even further as they hear how you are talking to them right now. And you're right. Naomi knows you're right, they hadn't been present or attentive or caring, but hearing you express it so pointedly this way still hurts.

"I…I want to marry you." Their voice falters and breaks as they say this, their sadness and shame coming through loudly in their tone. "I do."

“Okay,” you breathe out, unsure where to go from here.

Unbeknownst to Naomi, Kelli sees you sitting in the driveway, opening the door and waving with a sad smile.

“Look um, Kelli just opened the door so— I’m going to go in…”

Naomi feels the spot where their heart used to be pulse, feeling like something is crawling up their throat, struggling to breathe. They want to fix this right now, they need to.

"Can you talk for a second longer, please? I know you probably need some space, but I'm starting to realize how little I've given you these last few weeks…" their voice is filled with sadness and guilt. "Please…can we talk about this in person?" they ask quietly, not even caring how desperate they sound.

It takes everything in Naomi to try and mask the disappointment they're feeling, knowing that they wanted more time to fix this problem that they've caused.

"It's getting late I- I'm tired, I'm not driving back to the house now," you explain softly, rubbing your face.

"Right, yeah... no I get it," Naomi mumbles, wiping their eyes.

There's a long pause, the only sounds that can be heard are breathing from each other.

"I'm sorry I've been so distant lately, I do love you…I love you more than anything, honey" they say softly.

“I know, Nomi."

Naomi feels like they're on fire. Your response doesn't contain you saying "i love you" back. Naomi is quiet for a minute, digesting everything you've talked about. They start to notice how quiet the line has become and wonder if you've hung up.

"Are you still there?" they ask quietly.

“Yeah."

"Can…can you do me a favor then, please?" Naomi says quietly, their voice sounding small and vulnerable.

"Can you just…tell me that you love me?" they ask.

“Naomi—“ you start before Naomi cuts you off, really needing to hear that you love them, even if they don’t deserve it.

"Just…just say it, please," they plead, their voice small and full of anxiety; sharp intakes of breath are doing nothing to halt the turbulence in Naomi's chest.

“Naomi, take a deep breath,” you say delicately; Naomi can hear shuffling and the car door slamming as you get out of your car. Naomi takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm in this moment,

"Please say that you still love me," they beg gingerly.

“Naomi, I love you, I do… okay? I wouldn’t have gotten this upset if I didn’t," you respond tenderly, leaning against your car.

"Are you wearing your ring?" Naomi whispers.

"I’m still wearing my ring; please take a deep breath,” you say gently.

Naomi feels their heart soften a little after hearing you say those words. The guilt creeps in when they realize that even after hurting you, you're still comforting them. They hate how confident it makes them to know you're still wearing your ring. They feel terrible about this whole thing and about how much they've hurt you, but you wearing your ring gives them hope that this is something they can come back from.

"I'm so sorry, baby, so so sorry. I'm sorry I've been…distancing myself like this, honey…it's not right. Can you…can you forgive me?" Naomi asks quietly.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, Naomi, okay?” you say, walking towards the front door. Kelli's eyes are full of empathy, staring you down. Jo stands behind her, furrowing her brows at your tear-stained face.

Naomi stays silent, feeling like a creep for trying to hear your surroundings, hating that youre at Jo and Kelli's instead of home with them.

"Tomorrow, okay. I love you," they say quietly, wanting to hear those words from you again before hanging up.

“Tomorrow… try to get some sleep,” you say, knowing Naomi probably won't sleep, the same as you.

"I will," Naomi says quietly, hoping they sound convincing, wincing when they realize you've always been able to see right through them. "…can I call you tomorrow or should I just wait for you to call me?" they ask nimbly.

“I’ll come home after work; how does that sound?” you ask, voice light and delicate now that you're in the comfort of your friends' home.

Naomi feels a wave of relief washes over her at the thought of getting to fix this face-to-face tomorrow. "Yes, okay, that sounds great; okay, goodnight," they say quietly, ready to hang up before something crosses their mind. "Oh, um, one more thing…" they feel the weight of the impending question on their chest.

"How was the baby shower?" they ask, ashamed.

You sigh softly. Naomi can see how you rub your eyes when you sigh in their mind. “It was— it was good, yeah… Emilia missed you, I— I covered for you, told her you were busy… I think you would’ve enjoyed it,” you say tenderly, trying not to add on to the growing list of grievances.

"Oh…"Naomi suddenly feels a flash of guilt hit them as you mention how Emilia missed them. They hate the thought of that.

"I'm sorry I missed that, and I'm really sorry that you had to explain my absence," they stutter, apologetic and guilty. "What did you tell her…about why I wasn't there? Just…busy, or did you say anything more than that?"

“Naomi, I’ll— we can talk tomorrow, yeah? When I get back to the house, I— I gotta go,” you say softly, Jo and Kelli's concerned faces watching you as you hold your head in your hands, trying to stop yourself from crying.

Naomi feels a lump in their throat as they realize you're trying to get off the phone. "Okay…yeah. Okay, that's fine…we'll talk tomorrow." There's hurt in their voice as they say this; they hate sleeping tonight without fixing this. The thought of not sleeping in the same bed makes Naomi nauseated. The worst part is that Naomi is why you're not curled up in your shared bed right now.

"Okay, goodnight, I- I love you...so much," they say genuinely, words cracking.

“Goodnight,” you whisper right before you hang up.

Naomi stares blankly for a minute, trying to calm down and compose themselves. Their heart feels like it was ripped out, and knowing that you probably feel worse makes it feel like it's being stomped on. They can't believe how they've treated you the last few weeks, the missed calls and dates, the lack of communication, the whole co-existing in the same house like roommates is too much for Naomi to think about without spiraling. All they want to do is hold you and tell you how sorry they are. But they know you aren't in the mood for that; you want some space, and Naomi plans to respect that.

As they crawl into bed later that night, your cat and dog occupying the space that is yours, Naomi lets themselves cry, before shaking it off and coming up with a plan to get you back and be the best partner they can be.

#muna x reader #naomi mcpherson x reader #naomi mcpherson angst #naomi mcpherson x fem!reader #you're losing me

[nightsky652]

Yandere Rich Girl

Her name is Lucy.

She is a girl of average height with long, well-maintained golden hair. Her skin and hair are flawless, and she uses various cosmetics and beauty treatments to maintain her perfect image. She likes to dress in eye-catching and extravagant clothes.

She is a selfish and irrational girl. If she wants something, she will have it. This is her way of thinking, shaped by the fact that since she was a child, she has always been given everything she desired, never deprived of anything she wanted. She grew up with the idea that everything should be as she wants it and that her money can get her anything.

She became interested in you since you two were very young. She offered you money to do all the work in a group project for school, but you refused. This angered her, but you still didn't comply. Another day she asked for something else, offering even more money, but once again, you refused. Normally, she would just ignore you, but for some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about you. When she realized what might be happening, she went into denial, refusing to accept the idea that she might be in love with someone who wasn't a prince or something similar.

She started giving you gifts without you doing anything. When you were in elementary school, they were somewhat normal things like flowers, sweets, and even video games. But as you both grew up, so did the gifts. They stopped being ordinary things, now, she gave you brand-name watches (with trackers), branded clothing (that she thinks would look good on you), and invites you to dine at luxury restaurants. It's useless to refuse because she leaves you no choice.

In high school, she becomes very intense with you. Her personality might make her seem like a tsundere, but don't be deceived, she is definitely a yandere, albeit in a more subtle way (not counting the expensive and unusual gifts she gives you). If another girl seems to have caught your interest and it's not her, she will use her money and connections to make her move, forcing her parents to work abroad or causing their business to go bankrupt, and similar actions.

If any girl is foolish enough to anger her too much by doing something that pushes her to the limit, like stealing a kiss from you, confessing her love, or rejecting you, she will take more extreme measures.

To get rid of people she hates, she goes to greater lengths to ensure their suffering. She might hire a hitman to go after them or even have them kidnapped so that she can personally take care of the problem.

She hates when you don't pay attention to her, even if you have a good reason to focus on other things, she won't care and will demand your attention only on her.

She is very popular at school, as she loves to be fashionable and always dresses in the newest and most exclusive clothes. Many girls admire her, partly because of her great beauty, which doesn't depend on cosmetics alone but is enhanced by them.

All the girls in her group know not to approach you, or it would anger her, and when she's angry, she's terrifying. Only some oblivious girls that aren’t in her group are unaware of this and are the most likely to end up on her bad side by doing things that annoy her without being aware of it.

She always has a lot of money for whatever she wants, but that doesn't stop her from complaining to her father to give her more. Her allowance is so large that she could buy a new car every month.

Her father cares a lot about his public image and, for that reason, doesn’t want to attract unnecessary scandals, so he forbade his own daughter from having a boyfriend. This has always bothered her a lot, but there wasn't much she could do. She depended on him for many things, and if she doesn’t obey him, he might cut her off financially, making things very difficult for her. Instead, she settled for adoring you from a distance, only as a friend or a secret admirer. But she wouldn't be content with this continuing forever.

In the future, when you both have graduated, she will eventually inherit her father's fortune (after an unfortunate incident). The amount of money she has now is absurd, and she is no longer restricted by her father or anyone else. She can have everything she’s ever wanted, and that is you.

With the money she inherits from her father, she can win you over in three ways.

The first is the most pleasant and peaceful. In this, she directly asks you to be hers, going straight to you (knowing where you are thanks to the trackers). She will offer you a life of luxury by her side, where she will pamper you and give you everything you want, in exchange for not seeing or talking to any other girl besides her. This would basically mean abandoning your family because she doesn't want anything to distract your attention from her.

If you accept to be her boyfriend, everything will be very good for you. You will move into her mansion on the same day, specifically into her room, living there in luxury, eating 5-star chef-prepared meals, surrounded by things you've always wanted. But your freedom has been dramatically reduced. You can't leave the room unless it's with her, leaving the mansion happens rarely and has to be also accompanied by her. You won't talk to anyone other than her, the mansion staff is strictly prohibited from talking to you. She doesn't want anyone taking even a little of your attention.

If you reject her, she will become furious. She will leave not understanding why you rejected her proposal, but, as you might expect, this rejection won't stop her, and she will resort to more extreme methods.

The second method is a bit more aggressive. She would attack the place where you work and your family. Over time, she has managed to gather a large number of followers and became an influential figure. She has great influence not only economically but also socially. If she criticizes your workplace or accuses people close to you of things they didn't do and involves them in controversies, she will make their lives more difficult. And if that's not enough, she can always buy the place where you work or bribe your bosses to fire you and put you on a blacklist so that you won't be hired anywhere, leaving you with no job options.

She will offer again that you go out with her, hoping that you accept this time, now that you have no way to sustain yourself economically. It's likely that you'll accept at this point. But if you don't, and you have a friend or family member supporting you, she will go against them and ruin them as well. But if you persist, she will resort to even more extreme measures.

The third method is the most intense of the three. It would happen after you reject her multiple times or if you get a girlfriend, or worse, a fiancée before she could inherit her father's assets. Blinded by anger, she wouldn’t stop at anything and would proceed to take you by force directly.

To get you by force, she would use a large sum of money to pay some hitman to catch you and your soon to be ex-girlfriend, if you have one. They will deliver both of you to her, and she will lock you in the basement of her mansion, a place she had specifically remodeled for you. This place is truly terrible, and you would want to avoid it at all costs after entering once.

In the basement, she has cells where she will keep both of you for as long as she wants. There's barely any light inside, and the doors are reinforced, they are more secure than doors in most prisons, but they aren't that necessary because she will keep you chained to the wall. When you are locked up, she will take the opportunity to hurt both of you, but it will be much worse for the person who tried to steal you from her. She will take her time to make you suffer until your will to resist is broken.

This third method will only end in one way, your partner suffering immensely, and you being completely submissive to her will. You missed your chance, she offered you to be by her side willingly, but you didn't want to accept, so this would be your punishment, but eventually, over time, she would let you out of the basement and live in her room, but you would still be chained.

#female yandere #yandere x reader #yandere childhood friend #yandere female #OC #Yandere OC #yandere headcanons #rich girl #Lucy

[neuroprincess]

Our Last Goodbye - Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader - Part Two

Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Summary: Melissa and Y/N reconnect at a cousin’s wedding and share an intimate moment together. Y/N is hopeful that this could lead to a reconciliation, while Melissa just wants keep this moment forever. Their last… At least until the classes come back and Melissa has to see someone else interested in her ex-wife.

Classification: +18, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Jealousy, swearing, a bit of hard sex, fingering, hickeys, thigh riding, OC (original character)

Word count: +5200

Tag : @agaymilflover ^^

Part One | Part Two

In this chapter there will be two songs that will be attached when quoted.

The new teacher is pretty, tall, redheaded with perfectly cut shoulder-length, slightly wavy hair, sweet brown eyes, and always wearing high heels with a charming blazer. She also has a nice smile and soft spoken, especially when talking with Y/N, as she is doing while the girl tries to cut some broccoli on her plate without success, they slip off the fork every time, slipping to the other side as if they were purposely trying to escape. Unblinking, Alicia takes the cutlery from her hands as she continues to compliment her own students, and as if it were something normal or routine cuts the vegetables on the plate, small pieces are left, then she goes back to eating her Greek salad. Completely oblivious to the stares being thrown directly at her from across the common room, if she had noticed she would have realized the trouble she is getting herself into by staying on the radar of the other redhead, if eyes shot Melissa would have already killed her since she arrived at Abbott. Classes have been back for a couple of weeks, meaning it is still awkward working with the ex-wife, meeting her every day and acting like normal co-workers for the sake of the kids while the divorce papers are in process. The first days on the job were earlier, consisting of class councils and lesson plans, in this short time, the new fifth grade teacher, Alicia, approached Y/N the moment she found a seat vacant next to her, the former seat reserved for her. For years, even when they were not even a couple yet, the redhead had had it as her seat, next to Barb and her beloved at the same time. It was strangely painful to see that place being occupied by someone else, a knot formed in her stomach, Melissa tries not to admit the jealousy she feels when seeing Y/N and Alicia getting closer, renaming this feeling known as nostalgia and so it remains just for her ego. At the same time she is submerged by feelings of sadness and anger at seeing that place she so appreciated being occupied by someone else, simply because she is no longer there and was foolish to think it would remain empty. Yet she tries hard to keep composure around them and pretend she doesn't care what happens around her, but the feeling stays in her chest, rekindled by witnessing the scene in front of her as she enjoys lasagna. The hunger goes away and she can't eat another bite, a knot curling in the throat. Barbara laughs, putting a hand on her shoulder.

- You'll put a hole in their heads with your eyes, Mel. - she says, amused, while Melissa snorts and looks away. She knows her friend is joking, but still feels suddenly embarrassed, because Barbara knows the whole situation and that it is her fault, so she shouldn't be staring at them like that. Then stares at the floor, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down the feeling of guilt and shame. In another moment she would have fought back, joked about the situation, but the days have been melancholically overwhelming - Oh come on! You know I'm joking.

- I know.

- You still love her, you can't deny it. Why don't you go and talk to her? I'm sure the girl would listen to you. - Barbara continues in a whisper, looking directly at the other two teachers interacting as they finish their respective meals - You still care about each other, I can see and feel it.

- Bullshit! - she lets the bad word out, louder than expected, drawing the attention of everyone there, including the duo, she immediately regrets it and looks away, trying to act as if nothing happened. The teachers stare at each other for a few seconds and then return to their normal conversation - I lost my appetite.

Melissa snorts and closes the pot in which she brought her lunch a little harder than usual, then walks away without another word and avoiding looking at anyone, even Janine who seems to understand her and gives her a pained look. That's not what she wants, the only wish is to get rid of these persistent feelings that she has been fighting against since her cousin's wedding one month ago. While returning to the classroom, the redhead recalls that night of love in small involuntary memory flashes, every touch, kiss and mark she left on Y/N. She remembers how Y/N looked at her deeply full of passion, how they embraced each other tightly orgasm after orgasm, sweaty skin boiling with desire and the way their lips joined in a kiss so deep, so intense that they almost lost consciousness, because deep inside she knew this would be their last kiss. She remembers how complete she felt with Y/N in her arms, of watching her sleep and admiring the soft expression on her face as she slept with a small smile on the lips, as if all their problems had suddenly disappeared. Hopeful. And Melissa knew she couldn't give that to her only to disappoint later.

- Hey! - she hears someone calling her, in a few seconds Alicia reaches, Mel's phone is in her hands and the redhead smiles widely, this annoys the oldest one - You forgot it on the table. I was on my way to my classroom, so I thought I'd drop it off for you. - she explains, placing the phone in her hand and squeezing gently.

- Thank you, Miss Malone. - she pulls her hand away from the other woman and turns around, determined to go on her way, but is stopped by Alicia holding her arm gently - What?

- I don't know how to say this, but Barbara says you're very close to Y/N and can help me with something important. - the always extrovert girl turns into an embarrassed mess in a millisecond, blushing deeply.

- In what exactly? - Melissa sounds disinterested, covering up the disdain she feels for her showing more interest than usual in Y/N, but she can't let go of curiosity about what the other has to say. She turns completely around to look at Alicia, waiting for the continuation.

- Well, I want to ask her out on a date, but I have no idea what things she likes. So maybe a brunch in the park and then a comedy show? - Alicia rambles on, oblivious to Melissa's serious expression that realizes the teacher doesn't know they were married. - Or maybe breakfast on Sunday? - she adds, Schemmenti looks at her with incredulity. - What? - she asks, noticing the other woman's expression - Do you think it's a bad idea?

- No, it's not... - she says, still surprised in realization - It's a great idea, I just didn't expect you two to be so close. You're intimate? - Melissa asks, her voice full of curiosity with a hint of bitterness, then disguises her posture, as if she doesn't care and pretends to be willing to really help her, opening a fake smile when the newbie just nods negatively - But yes, I can help you. I know Y/N very well.

After Alicia, the teacher can consider herself a great actress, in a matter of seconds she pretended enthusiasm inventing the most eccentric and different dates, knowing that the ex-wife would hate most of them. She suggested feeding pigeons in the park, doing macramé and cataloging birds, as if these were real hobbies of Y/N, she almost convinced the other redhead that pigeons are her favorite birds and had fun with it. As alternative activities she has recommended tango dancing, climbing walls, making homemade comestic, also told her that the favorite flowers of hers are precisely the ones she hates the most, even wrote down movie ideas and recipes for a breakfast, Y/N's least favorite so to say, all the time wishing that her "help" would stop Alicia from ever getting to share an evening with her. Melissa much less wants them to share Sunday mornings, either in the parks, or drinking coffee together, or reading books together, or, in any way, spending any alone time together. She is content to lead Alicia down the wrong path and sabotage any chances she has with Y/N, cannot deny the delight she feels in seeing that the woman is following her suggestions and will thereby move further and further away in winning Y/N over.

The next two weeks pass slowly torturous for Melissa, as each day she arrives at school hoping to see them away from each other, even with her sabotage Alicia seems to be able to get closer and closer to her ex-wife. She feels increasingly frustrated that no effect seems to have emerged. She simply hates having to watch their interactions and shared moments between them, like when Alicia helped her change the tire of her car that got flat on the way out of school, when they danced together at an event, when Y/N brought her a homemade lunch that they shared in her classroom away from everyone, and, especially, when the redhead randomly presented her with a thin sweater, which Y/N is now wearing while eating a fruit salad reading some random website with Janine.

- You know, you can't keep denying that you still love her - Barb says as she sits down at the table beside her - And that you're dying of jealousy.

- It's not jealousy, it's worry. - Melissa says, shrugging the shoulders - I just want her not to be involved with the wrong people. Barb, she can't be that perfect. She's not the perfect woman for Y/N. She is not what my.... Well, Y/N needs.

- You are jealous. You know she is good enough for Y/N. You're just afraid of losing her for good. - the elementary school teacher laughs and starts unpacking her own lunch, ignoring the friend's incredulous look.

- No, I'm just worried about her, I just want her to find someone who really loves and cares for her. - the redhead snorts and stares at the girl laughing with Janine about something funny they saw.

- And you think that someone is you.

- Maybe. - she admits in a low voice.

A few seconds later Alicia enters the place with a huge bouquet of orange tulips, the ones Melissa swore were Y/N's favorites, she has a shy and strange smile on her face, as she walks towards the colleague with slow steps. Everything is happening in slow motion, the girl and Janine too distracted by their phones to notice her presence, while the other pair of teachers follow her attentively around. She holds the bouquet tightly, she is visibly nervous and holds the breath, then turns to Melissa for some reaction and gets two thumbs up with a smile. Barbara frowns in confusion. And then realizes the possible catastrophe to come. They stare at each other.

- Can you hear what they are talking about? - the redhead asks in a whisper, avoiding to look directly at the unfolding scene, following by the reflection of the phone.

- Nothing, but Janine looks uncomfortable.

- Y/N didn't get the bouquet. Great. - they end the conversation in whispers and she stands up suddenly excited - Hey, Janine! Finished your lunch? I need help getting some heavy books from the library.

Janine follows her without blinking, preferring to throw away the rest of the sandwich rather than continue in the middle of the whole situation, and with quick steps joins Melissa as she walks out of the room. When they are in the corridor, Janine looks relieved and starts to ramble on about how Melissa saved her life by getting her out of that strange situation, her usual smile doesn't reach the eyes. The redhead rolls her eyes and stops in front of the library, despite the neutral expression inside she can barely hide the pleasure that the plan somehow seems to be working. She needs to get Alicia away, as soon and as far away as possible.

- So you owe me a favor.

- What? - she asks in surprise, her smile fading as they stare momentarily at each other. Janine knows she's been dragged into this and she's screwed.

- What did they talk about? - Melissa asks slowly, her eyes narrowing and this intimidates the other woman.

- Y/N and Alicia? Well, the newbie was giving her a bouquet of flowers as a "thank you".

- Thank you for what exactly? - she crosses her arms and walks a step forward, voice a little lower than usual on purpose to intimidate her. Janine never limits herself in speaking as she had just done, there is something.

- For the weekend they spent together.

The smug expression on the redhead's face disappears quickly, the air is taken from her lungs and she can feel that bitter feeling in the pit of stomach, along with growing anger inside her. The painful image of Y/N and Alicia sharing moments takes over her mind, moments like watching trashy movies that neither of them pay attention to, playing board games that should be played with at least four players but are more fun to watch Y/N bend the rules, preparing a meal together sipping wine listening to Laura Pausini in the background, dancing, sunbathing in the backyard, or simply relaxing in each other's company. But seeing Janine's mischievous expression, Melissa knew that her plan had failed. Deep down, she was even praying that Y/N and Alicia had had the worst date of all, with lots of awkwardness, strangeness and no kissing, that it would not develop into the weekend, that her goal of keeping them apart would be successful. But, it seems, her prayers were ignored, so she will have to take matters into her own hands.

- Alicia can be quite naughty. - Janine smiles genuinely at the redhead's reaction, a mixture of shock and fury at hearing this.

- Do you and Y/N still do monthly class planning together on the last weekend of the month? - the teacher tries to cover her anger with a fake smile.

- Yes, we still do.

- Then you should organize another one, shouldn't you? - she doesn't wait for an answer and keeps talking - I need help with a new project. This weekend it's going to be at my house, 5pm, and you're not showing up.

And she leaves without receiving an answer, confident in knowing that one way or another Janine would set up this meeting and as she instructed, she will not show up, inventing a lame last minute excuse. Janine then sends a message to Barbara and Alicia: "All done, step 2 of the plan. I hope this works. Let's see what happens." She breathes a sigh of relief, unconcerned because she knows how jealous Melissa can be and will do everything she can to keep Y/N and Alicia from getting closer, in other words, she will win back her ex-wife.

The weekend comes slower than the teachers at Abbott Elemntary wish, not for Melissa, each day is pleasantly quick as she works on perfecting her miraculous plan. The day after the orange tulips incident she arrives at work early, knowing that on Tuesdays Y/N goes early to organize the "creative day", and eagerly awaits her to help with the boxes of materials she brings from home for her children, the girl is surprised for being ignored for weeks by her but accepts. They have a brief and superficial conversation about the activities while carrying the boxes to the classroom. Then she starts purposely passing in front of her classroom more often, occasionally nodding with a small smile on lips, small well-received contacts that encouraged Melissa to make Gary get her favorite snacks that were taken out of the machines before back to school, this attempt doesn't come the effect she wanted as they were shared with Alicia. The next day there are no more, all the snacks are in the back seat of Melissa's car. So she tries another approach, throws Y/N's lunch away, Alicia's too so there is no possibility of them sharing lunch from the same meal, and for the first time in months the two share a meal together, Melissa practically locks her in the room and convinces her with the favorite dish. The conversation is pleasant within limits but they are still awkward around each other, it's shallow. Neither is willing to open up much yet, they just exchange words about the children's work and a few jokes here and there. Both know there is more to it than that and neither was willing to deal just because they talked again, Melissa spent days preparing herself for when this moment would come, but words fail her when she finds the ex-wife on her front doorstep on a late Saturday afternoon. No amount of rehearsal was enough.

- Janine answered your messages? She didn't even view mine. - Y/N asks cutting out printed dollar bills, trying to make the edges as straight as possible.

- She didn't answer me either. There must have been some unforeseen event, she would never miss spending time at my house. - the redhead disguises, deleting the recent messages on her phone before showing them to her, and then goes back to stirring the risotto in the pan, humming Strani Amori that plays in the background, sound coming from the radio on the kitchen counter.

- That's a fact.

- Look at that, the sky is getting darker and darker. I think there's a storm coming. - Melissa points to the kitchen windows trying to change the topic after minutes of dull silence, a dark cloud takes over the sky, hiding the sunset with a deep blue layer.

- Damn it! - she whispers leaving the scissors aside when she starts to hear the weak drops hitting against the window, foreshadowing of a big storm coming, a lightning bolt crosses the sky followed by the loud noise of thunder - Janine was my ride, there are no buses here to my neighborhood.

- What happened to your car? - the stove is turned off, food is ready.

- Broke again, I'm on a bad streak. - and sighing heavily she remembers how strange the last two weeks have been - First, my favorite snacks are back and then suddenly gone, then someone took my lunch. Oh, and this is the second time my car has broken down in less than one month, also I think a ghost shares the apartment with me. Or my neighbor is dying.

- I miss you talking to me like that. - shy smiles emerge, the two stare at each other for a few seconds, the feeling of calm and comfort of a mundane moment takes over the dynamic, as if nothing has been happening for the last few months and they go back to that time when nothing seems wrong, no discussions beyond what they are going to do for dinner. - I miss us.

- Melissa...

- Are you with Alicia? - the question is almost unconscious, a bitterness in the back of her throat just thinking about the possibility.

- You have no right to ask me that. - Y/N whispers in frustration and confusion, getting up, leaving the unfinished clippings there - You were the one who filed for divorce, you were the one who left me alone in that hotel room to deal with it, who acted indifferent, and now you ask me that? I don't understand.

- Because I am fucked up, Y/N! I was scared, you know all the shit that was my divorce with Joe, but I didn't tell you everything that happened. You know what he said when we were signing the papers? That we had fallen into a routine. There was no more sparkle, no more willpower, that we became more roommates than partners. And when we started to fall into the routine, insecurities took over and I found myself very afraid that it would happen again. - tears fall freely at this point, the redhead struggles to maintain eye contact with her ex-wife who stares at her with the same pain in her eyes. - I didn't want you to get tired of me, to get stuck in this relationship when there's a whole world out there for you while I'm almost double your age and have nothing to offer. So before you could leave I... filed for divorce.

- Mel, I've never asked you for anything but yourself. Your age is not important. And I would never get tired of you, as I said before, I'm not Joe. - Y/N's words are low and she takes a few steps forward, inches away from the woman. Outside the storm intensifies, the sky suddenly darkens and another flash of lightning crosses the sky, they are so focused on each other that they don't notice, just as they don't notice the next song starting to play, Lato Destro Del Cuore.

- But... - Melissa is ready to debate, to devalue and blame herself, but before she can do that she feels Y/N's lips against hers in a soft and tender kiss, their hands thirsty for each other explore their known bodies, looking for more contact and there they stay. The air is taken from their lungs and only returns when they part seconds later, Y/N's hands are still on Melissa's face and Melissa's on her waist - Does this mean you and Alicia are not together?

- What? - the girl laughs, as if it were the stupidest or most random question of all, then realizes that the teacher was asking seriously as she notices her serious expression waiting for an answer - Mel, we are just friends. I've never seen her like that.

- But what about the weekend date? And the tulips?

- There was no date, well, we just went to the flea market for jewelry and old books. - Melissa sighs with relief this time, not avoiding a big smile when she realizes that they had never been on a date, all those painful images dissipated instantly. - And Barbara went with us. The tulips were a joke, I guess, I didn't quite understand why she gave them to me.

- Fuck, Barb... That one... - Y/N is confused, oblivious to recent events - Never mind, you're here now.

Another bolt of lightning cuts across the sky, lighting up the entire room before darkness takes over, everything is dark and silent except for the music on the battery-operated radio. Melissa's hands tighten around the girl's hips, they are closer than before, to the point where she can feel her warm breath and irregular breathing, She smiles, knowing Y/N's fear of the dark and how being in her arms can calm her somehow, it has always been like this, as it had happened many times before in fearful situations.

- Let's get the candles from the living room. - she leads Y/N out of the kitchen, going through the furniture and rooms without needing the vision, knowing by heart every part of the house, except for the other woman's purse left near the couch, stumbling she falls on the couch knocking Y/N on top of herself, since they were holding hands.

The two laugh finding the situation cliché, Melissa's arms wrap around Y/N's body and pulls her to herself, inhaling the smell of shampoo and perfume, feeling the softness of the hair against her fingers as she massages a sensitive spot behind Y/N's ear, drawing a satisfied moan from her. Their eyes meet at the next glimmer and smile before Melissa rises to sit with the girl on her lap, taking her lips for herself again, this time it is deep and fiery, carnal. Her hands snake from her back to her waist, exploring and grasping every part of skin with possessiveness, feeling the heat, her trembling and how she desires it too. Their mouths part for a second and Melissa runs her lips down the length of the neck, one hand migrates to Y/N's hair grabbing a handful of hair pulling her so that her neck is even more exposed to the Schemmenti attacks. Caressing kisses are left on the skin, the redhead's tongue delighting in the most sensitive parts, feeling the warmth and softness of the skin before sucking on those spots. The marks are almost instantaneous from such intensity and strength, shades of crimson painted on her skin. Melissa wants Y/N, Alicia, and anyone else who sees her to know that she belongs to her, only her, and will not go anywhere.

In less than a minute Y/N is practically naked on top of her equally naked (still legally) wife, sitting on her lap wearing only panties after removing the dress she was wearing, the teacher's hands continue to travel over her skin, stopping at the curve of the naked boobs and becomes thirsty to adore the two masterpieces, Without a second thought Melissa takes one of the areolas into her mouth, tongue playing with the nipples and being teased by the girl's micro reactions she bites the erogenous zone, then sucks it unmercifully while facing her squirming face, dimly lit by the pitch and some random lightning. Her right hand leaves the boobs, without hesitation reaching the girl's center, already wet and in need of her touches, and without hesitation just pulls the panties to the side, unexpectedly penetrating her with two fingers. Without preparation or any other preliminary. It's hard, strong, intense and passionate, Melissa lets out a strangled scream when Y/N bites her shoulder trying to hold back her own scream, of pain and pleasure.

- Oh, Mel... - she whispers trying to control her breathing as the redhead begins to move inside her, slowly but steadily, enjoying every second of this intimate moment she has missed so much. Both of them are completely delivered.

- Amore mio, I've missed this so much, for fuck's sake. - Melissa whispers in her ear, as she gradually speeds up the movements, the body on top of her bends back and moans loudly. - Oh my God, how I missed it...

The redhead leans in with her fingers still inside Y/N, taking her along as she gets on her knees and the girl lies on the padded couch, back supported by the various decorative cushions. A better and easier position for Melissa, who smiles before giving a quick and hard thrust as she crawls over to straddle one of the thighs, rubbing her intimacy against the skin, moaning instantly excited, her hips moving slowly, enjoying the sensation. They kiss again, Melissa's lips are warm and soft, her tongue teases Y/N's, eager and wild, deliciously invasive. The movements increase, harder and faster, everything is so intense, the teacher's hips move faster in search of more pleasure, they both moan loudly, but not as loud as the rain that falls outside, intensifying just like the activities inside the house. Y/N brings one hand to her wife's hip and the other slides to her pussy, feeling the excitement dripping between the fingers, something she has come to expect with her wet thigh, and strokes the bundle of nerves. Quick and sure, just like Melissa's strokes, they work their way to climax. The desire only grows, each touch, kiss or moan doesn't seem enough to express the longing their bodies felt for each other, they feel completely vulnerable and full of desire, the sensations mix and multiply, bringing them to climax. Melissa holds her tightly, kissing her with desperation as they cum together, pleasure running through their bodies as to share the ecstasy of this moment, trembling in each other's arms. Melissa collapses on the girl with a big smile on lips and if Y/N could see her face she would find a pair of bright olive eyes. Still in the dark their lips meet again after taking in air, it's quiet and gentle, touching each other softly, exploring every inch of each other's mouth, Melissa's fingers tangle in Y/N's hair again, deepening the kiss. The soft touch and warmth spreads through every part of their bodies, they have barely finished over one orgasm and are already longing for another. The redhead slides her hand down, caressing Y/N's body, pressing on her hip, pulling closer.

Melissa smiles and whispers: - We still have a lot of time to make up for it, Amore mio. - she slides her other hand behind her, gently caressing the back of Y/N's neck as their lips come together again.

Opening her eyes, Y/N is faced with Melissa's calm and relaxed morning face, her red hair disheveled, skin illuminated by the dim light coming through the window. Her reddish lips are ajar, arms around her, and her stare fixed on the girl as a plea for her to stay. She is underneath, body curvaceous and smooth, her breasts pressing against Y/N's head resting right there using it as a improvised pillow. Melissa looks at her tenderly, enjoying the sight of having her in her arms again, then holds Y/N tighter, desperate not to let her leave. She knows she can't prevent this from happening, but she still tries to make the most of this moment. Their hearts beat together, and she feels safe and loved again.

- I still can't believe we slept on the carpet! - the girl whispers with exhaustion in her voice, and Melissa smiles, nodding her head.

- I know, but it was still great! One more moment to add to our list of adventures.

- And places we've had sex, we haven't had it in the kitchen or in the dining room. - the answer is always the same and it doesn't surprise her when the redhead nods in denial, her kitchen is a kind of sanctuary and would be weird to see nonna cooking or eating there. - Just kidding.

- Amore mio... - Melissa's voice is serious now, hoarse from having just woken up after the best night's sleep in months - Forgive me for everything I've put you through. You're staying, right?

- I never wanted to leave and I never will. I love you! - they stare at each other with their faces too close together and a smile comes to their lips, the feeling of security and trust they feel for each other is so strong that both realize that no matter what the future brings, everything will be okay because they'll be together - I will give you back your necklace, but you better never take off again. It's a threat.

- Fuck, I am so lucky. - Melissa places a soft kiss on Y/N's lips - I fucking love you.

Meanwhile in the group:

"Do you guys think the final part of the plan worked out?" (Janine)

"Idk, I hope so, I texted Y/N yesterday and she didn't reply. She always replies." (Alicia)

"I did the same to Melissa and she didn't reply either," (Barb)

"Everyone knows that Melissa would puncture her own tires to not let her leave the house, she must be holding the poor girl captive." (Barb)

"LMAO" (Janine)

"Of course!" (Alicia)

"Thank you for participating in this crazy plan with us, Alicia." (Janine)

"You're welcome ^^ I've always wanted to put my college drama classes to use." (Alicia)

#melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary x reader #imagine

[haddonfieldwhore]

tequila sunrise - will borgen

will borgen x fem!reader

summary: you join will and a few of the guys on vacation

warnings: drinking, language, one use of y/n

word count: 1.3k

you nearly tripped out of your flip flops as you ran after will towards the dock, as the guys threatened to leave without you. you and will, along with a few other guys from the team were staying at a lake house for a week during the summer break, and you had almost forgotten about the scheduled boat ride, having lost track of time.

“wait for us!” will yelled as vince laughed, asking the driver to wait for the two of you.

“you could have told us you were leaving,” you laughed, and tye helped you onto the boat before the driver pulled away from the dock.

“where’s the fun it that?” brandon teased, and you and will sat down on the bench seat at the back of the boat together.

“drink?” matty offered, holding open the lid of a cooler full of ice and canned beverages. will grabbed a beer and passed you a drink, always remembering your favourite.

“thanks,” you smiled as he passed it to you, some of the ice water from the outside of the can dripping on your bare leg. will wiped it off your skin with him warm hand, and you shivered from the cold feeling, pulling your towel tighter around your shoulders. you were dressed in just your swimsuit, the summer sun beating down on you as the boat cruised through the water.

“i haven’t been swimming in forever,” tye stated, looking out at the water over the edge of the boat.

“me neither,” you agreed, unable to remember the last time you had been.

“you wanna go now?” matty joked, pretending to push you off the boat, but wills arm circled around you instantly; even if you’d actually been pushed, you wouldn’t have fallen with how fast he caught you.

“thanks,” you laughed. “oh - i forgot to put sunscreen on my back- can you help?” you asked, and will nodded. you grabbed it from your bag and turned away from him so he could apply the lotion to your skin. you shivered as he pressed his palm against your shoulder, and he laughed at you. “it’s cold!” you defended.

“i’ll anchor the boat just up ahead of you guys want to swim around for a bit,” the driver informed you all, and will removed his white button up shirt, leaving him in just his swim trunks.

“here, you can put these in my bag so you don’t lose them,” you offered, taking his sunglasses and hat off of his head. he ran a hand through his hair to fix its matted down state from the hat, and smiled.

“thanks,” he smiled, both of you oblivious to the other guys watching you. it was a long running contest amongst most of the other kraken players to see how long it would take for you and will to get together; with the rare few who actually took your word for it when you assured them you were ‘just friends’. you and will had known eachother for years, inseparable from the very beginning; nothing romantic ever crossed your mind because you were already a matching set in your mind; you couldn’t have one without the other.

“what are we all waiting for? last one in does dishes!” brandon yelled before jumping into the water, disappearing beneath the surface.

“does he know we’re ordering takeout?” vince laughed, but jumped in, tye following after him. you, will, and kailer were the only three left on the boat, and kailer was still dressed, giving will time to grab your hand and pull you with him as he jumped into the water.

“will!” you splashed him after resurfacing, everyone laughing as kailer realized he was the last one in the water, matty having jumped in after you and will.

“oh, by the way, we’re using paper plates, dumbass,” vince laughed, and that seemed to cheer him up.

•

when you got back from the boat ride, you were all pretty hungry so you ordered food from the local restaurant, kailer indeed relieved that he didn’t have to do any dishes. after a bonfire and many drinks later, you stumbled to your room with the assistance of will, the two of you a mess of giggles as he walked you to the bed. you began rummaging through your suitcase, when you realized you had forgotten to pack you pyjamas.

“wait - will,” you called as he began to leave the room to go back outside. he turned back to you, his eyebrows raised expectantly. “i forgot to bring pyjamas; can i borrow one of your t-shirts?” you asked, and he nodded.

“yeah, of course. i’ll grab you one, hang on.” he disappeared up the stairs to the room he was sharing with tye, returning a few minutes later with a grey t-shirt in his hand.

“thank you,” you said, turning around and removing your top, before sliding the shirt over your head. wills breath caught in his throat at you undressing in front of him, but he didn’t say anything about it.

“no problem,” he smiled. “do you need anything else?”

“no i’m okay. are you going back outside?” you asked, and he nodded, so distracted by how cute you looked in his clothes that he almost changed his mind and stayed.

“yeah for a bit. i’ll see you in the morning,” he smiled, and you returned it before he walked out, closing the door behind him. you brushed your teeth and washed your face, knowing that you would regret it in the morning if you didn’t. you looked down at wills shirt on your body; the soft fabric smelled faintly of his cologne, and you hummed as you crawled under the duvet, quickly falling asleep.

it was around an hour later when you heard the door creak open, though it didn’t alert you enough to fully wake you up. you mumbled softly as you felt the bed dip behind you and arms encircled your waist.

“sorry, go back to sleep.”

“will?” you whined sleepily, his arms pulling your back against his chest, holding you tightly. you could fell alcohol faintly on his breath from how close he was, his face resting against your shoulder. he had drank the right amount of alcohol to reach the clingy stage of drunkenness, a side of him that you loved.

“i didn’t mean to wake you up,” he mumbled, already falling asleep. you smiled, finding yourself quite comfortable in his arms as you also felt sleep taking over your body again.

“that’s okay,” you whispered, still feeling the effects of the alcohol you’d consumed throughout the day. safe to say you had all enjoyed yourself quite a bit. “goodnight will.”

“goodnight,” he replied softly, squeezing you tight.

•

tye walked down into the kitchen rubbing his eyes as he looked around for his missing roommate. his eyes only found vince, head down on the counter, and tye assumed he was nursing a similar hangover to the one he had right now.

“hey, have you seen borgs?”

“no, he’s your roommate,” vince groaned, his head pounding as he looked up at the younger man.

“he never came to bed last night.”

“bullshit, he went in before any of us.”

“besides y/n,” tye pointed out, a lightbulb going off in his head. “10 bucks he’s in her room.”

“15 says they’re naked.”

“deal,” tye agreed. “but i hope we don’t have to see that.” the two of them crept down the hall to your room and peeked inside. sure enough, the two of you were together, tangled under the covers in each others arms; thankfully fully clothed.

“told you,” vince laughed quietly as not to wake you up, and pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of the two of you.

“what’s that for, blackmail?” tye joked as they shut the door and walked back to the living room area.

“no,” vince explained, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“it’s going in a folder of pictures to show at their wedding one day.”

disclaimer: all events and interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

#will borgen fic #will borgen x reader #will borgen kraken #will borgen imagine #will borgen #hockey imagine #seattle kraken hockey #hockey fic #hockey #nhl #nhl fic #nhl imagine #real person fiction #nhl players #seattle kraken #seattle kraken fic #seattle #kraken nhl #kraken fic #kraken

[cjrights]

since you asked

CJ sighed, her head resting on Alora's chest as they lay in bed. She gazed up at the ceiling, trying to find something interesting to focus on, anything that would take her mind off of the nagging feeling that had been gnawing at her for days now. It was pointless though; she couldn't stop thinking about it. A new girl had moved to town, and from the moment she saw her, CJ knew there was something different about her. Something that set her apart from the other women in their small community.

Her name was Juice, and CJ had caught herself staring at her more times than she could count. The way Juice's hair seemed to glow in the sunlight, the way her eyes sparkled like diamonds when she laughed... CJ felt like she'd been punched in the gut every time she looked at her. And yet, despite the overwhelming sense of discomfort, CJ found herself drawn to Juice again and again.

She tried to push the thoughts away, telling herself she was being ridiculous. She was happy with Alora, or at least, she thought she was. But as she looked over at her wife, who was sleeping peacefully beside her, CJ couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. That there was this hole inside her, this emptiness that only Juice seemed to be able to fill.

Alora stirred, rolling onto her side to face CJ. "Hey," she mumbled, her voice raspy from sleep. "You okay?"

CJ forced a smile onto her face, feeling a pang of guilt. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel so drawn to another woman when she loved Alora with all her heart? "Yeah," she lied, trying to sound convincing. "Just thinking."

Alora studied her for a moment before nodding. "Well, if you need anything, I'm here." With that, she rolled back over and went back to sleep, leaving CJ alone with her thoughts once more. As much as CJ wanted to join her, to bury these feelings deep down where they couldn't hurt anyone, she knew it wouldn't work. Not anymore. Because Juice had already invaded her mind, her heart... and there was no going back.

Over the next few weeks, CJ found herself spending more and more time with Juice. They would meet up after school, grab coffee or go for walks around town. At first, it was just casual; they were friends, nothing more. But as the days turned into weeks, CJ realized that her feelings for Juice had gone far beyond friendship. She was falling for her, hard.

But CJ knew she couldn't be with Juice. She was married to Alora, and she loved her deeply. So she kept their secret hidden, even from Juice, who seemed oblivious to CJ's true feelings. Until one day, while Alora was out running errands, CJ and Juice decided to hang out at the park. They sat on a bench, talking and laughing, when Alora called. CJ excused herself to answer the call, stepping away from the bench.

As soon as she hung up, an uneasy silence fell between them. Juice looked at her, concern etched on her face. "Is everything okay?" she asked softly. "You seem... distant."CJ bit her lip, fighting back tears. "Everything's fine," she lied again. "It's just... Alora gets jealous sometimes. I shouldn't have answered the phone." With that, she stood up and started walking back toward the bench, hoping that Juice wouldn't notice the way her hands were shaking.

But Juice did notice. And as soon as CJ sat down beside her, she could tell that something was very wrong. "What's going on, CJ?" she asked gently. "You can tell me." And in that moment, all of CJ's fears and doubts came pouring out. She told Juice about her marriage to Alora, how much she loved her but also how much she longed for someone else - for Juice.

It was a mistake, of course. As soon as the words left her mouth, CJ knew she should have kept them locked away forever. But it was too late now. The damage had been done.

Alora found out about their secret meeting eventually.

The silence between CJ and Alora was deafening. They moved through their days like two ships passing in the night, avoiding each other's eyes at every turn. The love that once lit up their world seemed to have dimmed to a mere flicker. They were roommates now, nothing more. It was painful, excruciatingly so, but CJ couldn't ignore the truth anymore. She had fallen in love with someone else, and it had torn her and Alora apart.

One afternoon, CJ's twin sister Luce showed up unannounced. She had always been close to both of them and was the more reliable one , and she could see the strain in their faces immediately. Without a word, she pulled CJ aside and gave her a firm shake. "Wake up!" she yelled. "This isn't fair to either of you. You need to fix things with Alora."

"I can't," CJ whispered brokenly, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what to do."

Luce sighed, reaching out to take CJ's hands in hers. "You're going to have to start by telling her the truth," she said softly. "You can't keep lying to her or yourself any longer. You owe it to your marriage... to yourself... to try."

It wasn't easy, but CJ knew her sister was right. With Luce's support, she steeled herself and finally sat down with Alora.

Alora listened to CJ's confession with tears streaming down her own face. She felt like she'd been hit by a truck, her world shattered into a million pieces. For a moment, all she could do was stare at her wife, trying to process the words that had just come out of her mouth. And then, she started crying. Hard. "How long?" she choked out, her voice trembling. "How long have you been feeling this way?"

CJ shook her head, tears falling in a steady stream. "Not long," she insisted. "Not until I met Juice. But it doesn't matter now, does it? Because I can't undo what's already been done."

Alora nodded slowly, wiping away her tears. "No," she whispered brokenly. "You can't." And with those words, their marriage seemed to crumble before their very eyes. There was no forgiveness left in Alora's heart, only hurt and anger.

As they parted ways after that conversation, it was clear that there was no going back. Luce found herself drawn to Juice, recognizing in her the same unyielding strength and resilience that defined CJ. They fell into each other easily, as if they'd been meant to be together all along. And as for CJ and Alora, well...they would learn to coexist as roommates, but their marriage would never truly recover from the damage that had been done.

OK LOWKEY MUNCHEDDD IM VERY MUCH DEAD STILL

this is hurting my heart tho i cannot stand the thought of fighting with my wife 🥲🥲

@iminlovewithpaigebueckers welp im sorry causeeeee

@lucespeaks TWIN. WHY YOU STEALING MY HOES.

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