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jebetwo · 28 days

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dancing with the devil. preview

IN WHICH, he wants you but you need him.

pairing : fuckbuddy!jake x afab!reader

genre : angst, smut, fluff ????, hurt no comfort, totga

warnings : heartbreak, mature and sexual themes, drinking, smoking weed, usage of profanity (a lot!), jake can be a dick, morally gray characterization, just hear me out it's a ride of emotions

taglist : OPEN leave a comment or ask!

wc : 1k??? idk sorry LOL (estimated 15-20k)

reblogs are super appreciated 💝

THE BASS SHOOK YOUR BODY, reverberating in your chest as you navigated through the sea of bodies in the crowded living room. You were shocked as to how hundreds of university students could fit in a shitty basement suite, but who were you to complain? Lights illuminated the crowd in hues of the most vibrant of colours, casting large shadows against the walls. You had never been one for loud, crowded places, but tonight was different.

Tonight? You were on a mission.

Your eyes scanned the room, searching for a familiar face amidst the chaos. And then, you saw him.

Ah, Jake Sim. The very (and only) reason you even thought of, let alone decided to go to a party. It's not like you didn't drink or didn't have any friends, quite the contrary, actually. You just never found any interest in mingling with sweaty bodies for hours just to stumble home and wake up with a raging headache.

All of that is thrown out the window, anyway. You're already here, faced with the purpose of your arrival.

You and Jake have a somewhat complicated relationship. You've known of each other since middle school and even became apart same friend group for all four years of high school. But back then you weren't friends with Jake.

No, no. You weren't allowed to be friends with Jake.

Park Sunghoon, your now ex-boyfriend and current best friend of Jake absolutely hated the idea of you getting close to him. You never understood why he hated the idea of you and Jake being close; you never got the chance to even talk to the guy, let alone give Sunghoon a reason to forbid a friendship. You were quick to assume maybe he just didn't like you being around guys, which was even quicker to be ruled out as a possibility. You were friends with every other one of his best triends except Jake.

It's no surprise to anyone that Jake found you extremely attractive. Hell, he found you more beautiful than anyone, anything he's ever seen. He sees more than just physical perfection; he sees the essence of everything he's ever longed for. Your eyes hold a universe of secrets and desires, each flicker of emotion a tantalizing invitation to explore the depths of your soul. Your smile is like the first light of dawn, it dances across your lips, a melody of joy and mischief that leaves him breathless.

Jake jumped at the chance to talk to you the second he heard the front door of his and Sunghoon's shared apartment slam shut, the second he saw his best friend standing with his head hanging low in the middle of their shared space. He knew that was it. You guys were done and he yearned for you both but God, was he excited. He knew Sunghoon messed up when he didn't tell you he was leaving to study abroad until days before his departure. He knew you were going to break up when your face shifted through all kinds of confusing emotions when Sunghoon told you he was leaving. He knew this was his chance to finally get you.

He remembers how surprised you were when he first texted you out of the blue, even if it was a simple

hey

ik this is so outta nowhere

but

how are you doing?

He remembers how surprised he was when you started responding to him in longer sentences. He remembers when your conversations prolonged for hours. He remembers when you confided in him on your problems. He remembers you told him when something good happened, and most of all? He remembers when you finally agreed to go to a party to let loose, forget about Sunghoon and get lost in him instead.

Sometimes he feels bad for himself. Sunghoon was being selfish and kept you away from him for the past four years? Jake thought Sunghoon was the luckiest motherfucker alive for having you as his girlfriend. He envied that Sunghoon would be able to call you his, he would be able to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close to his body around everyone, he would be able to kiss your plush lips that he could only dream of tasting, he would be able to hear you would moan out his name and chant it like a mantra. At the same time, Jake understood why Sunghoon kept you from him.

Sunghoon knew the way Jake looked at you.

He never said it, he didn't want to confront it, so he dealt with it how he could to keep both your love and his friend in his life.

It's funny how time can be so cruel.

It was inevitable that you started to slowly fall for Jaks as time went on. He filled the void that his best friend left in your heart. He was there for you and was objective with his opinion, he was soft yet stern with his words, he made your bad days good and your good days better, he made you feel new heights of joy, and he was exactly what you needed. You wanted Jake and there was nothing you could do about it; you fell before you could catch yourself. You were unsure with if what you felt for Jake was right, if Sunghoon is upset that you talk- Wait, did he even know you guys talked?

Yet, you found yourself excited and void of any feelings of uncertainty when you saw Jake sporting a toothy smile on his face as he took another sip of God knows what in his cup.

He stood out like a scorching flame in the darkness of an abyss, his golden hair catching the hues of neon casting the room as he laughed with his friends. There was something so captivating about him, something that made everything around him glow, something that drew you in despite your better judgment.

With a deep breath, you pushed your way through the compact crowd, determined to make your move before doubt could take hold of you and push you away from this scenario. As you approached him, your heart pounded in your chest, the sound drowned out by the pulsing music. You could feel the second he saw you; the heat of his gaze burning your skin as you drew nearer, anticipation mingling with nerves in the pit of your stomach.

When you finally reached him, he looked down at you with a grin. It sent shivers down your spine, goosebumps coated your skin, so much so you couldn't tell if you were cold or if this was just the effect he had on you.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence," he teased, his voice low and husky, yet loud enough to reach your ears over the deatening music.

You laughed, trying to ignore the flutter of butterflies in your stomach as he pulled you into a warm embrace. His arms looped loosely around your waist after pulling out of the hug, you swear your skin was burning under his touch.

You could smell the alcohol radiating on his body.

Alcohol. That's what you needed.

Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed the red cup in his hand and downed the rest of what he had left. You felt the fiery burn flow through your body and veins- why the fuck is this so strong?

For a moment, there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a vulnerability that you had never seen before. A dark gaze that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

God, Jake could cum to the image of you downing his drink.

"Couldn't stay away, could I?" you shot back, your tone playful despite the rapid beat of your heart.

"I'm glad you came," he said, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, "didn't think you would."

"Yeah?" you respond, Jake looks at you with a slight shrug before grinning.

"Yeah, but you did," he tightened the hold on your body and pulled you closer to his, your arms found home looped around his neck, "for me."

You felt the warmth spreading to your face after his last sentence. You weren't sure whether it was the alcohol or the fact he made you so flustered. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. But, before you could overthink any farther Jake interrupted your thoughts.

"It's okay though," he leaned in closer to your face, lips centimetres apart, "I came here for you."

Ah, there it is. The feeling of being wanted and craved, the feeling you so desperately thirsted for after Sunghoon left. You grew so accustomed to having him around, four years, just like that. Gone.

That doesn’t matter anymore though. No, none of it matters with Jake’s face so close to yours, so close that you could count every eyelash if he let you.

He was about to kiss you, you're sure. You could feel his breath ghosting your lips, but then he loosened his grip on you and back away. Before you could question if you did something wrong, he grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you into the crowd, seemingly forgetting about his friends the second you arrived.

All that mattered to him was that you were here, in front of him, and he wasn't going to let anything keep him away from you again. He was going to get what he wants because Jake?

Jake always gets what he wants.

"Sorry princess, my favourite song is playing and I need to dance," you laughed in his face in disbelief. He mirrored the smile that you had.

Happiness looks good on you, he thought.

You were swept up in the whirlwind of the night, lost in a haze of laughter and music and stolen glances. But even as you danced with Jake all night, you couldn't shake this odd feeling that beneath the surface, there was something darker lurking, waiting to pull you under.

But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment. After all, tonight was about forgetting, about losing yourself in the chaos of the night and pretending, if only for a little while, that everything was okay, that this is your new normal.

adie yaps : this preview is a repost bc it wasn’t doing that good 😭 hopefully it does better this time lolollllll bc i have no motivation to finish it rn

++ preview and overall story is subjected to change where i see fit.

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yv0nn1e · 11 months

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broken - il dottore

summary: it was just casual sex. something to blow some steam off and somehow, you find yourself always ending up in his bed when life feels like screwing you in the ass.

pairing: il dottore/zandik x fem!reader

cw/tw: nsfw, smut, slight dumbification (if you squint), unprotected sex, pet names (he calls you baby once), fuck buddies, slight angst, fluff.

note: this is just short, it's a snippet from a fic that im trying to write. wc: 584

"honestly, is it your hobby to let someone fuck your brains out whenever an inconvenience happens?" zandik chuckles as he watches your figure sprawled out on his bed yet again. sweat covering your forehead, you're taking heavy breaths as the man continued to thrust into you. you could only moan out as you try to respond to his rhetorical question even if you could barely think straight as your mind was only plagued with the thought of his cock pounding into your sopping cunt.

"ah- 'tore." you mewled, looking up at him with a fucked-out haze. your makeup was a mess as your tears were tainted in black with your mascara rolling down your cheeks.

"aww, poor baby." he cooed with fake sympathy, one of his hands crawling down over to clit and playing with it making you moan his name even louder. "ah- ahh! zandik!" his name fell out of your soft lips like a mantra of prayers.

for a second there, he was taken out of all the lust the atmosphere around him had absorbed. has his name always sounded this beautiful?

no... it was you.

you and your melodic voice and the fact that he has you at your most vulnerable state, calling out for him. as he continued to use you, his eyes scanned your body. eyes shut as your head was thrown back in pleasure and your back arching as you held onto him for dear life while you continued to moan and call out his name. it felt like you wanted him. that you needed him.

you felt him slow down. opening your eyes, you were met with his ruby red ones shining under the dark as they stared right into your soul. he was panting, the look of lust in his eyes was gone.

"zandik? is everything okay?" your voice was hoarse and dry yet you still looked up at him and asked. he was just staring at you and before you can even ask again, you felt him quickly grab you. his rough hands caressed your cheeks as he went in for a deep kiss. it wasn't rough, it was passionate. it didn't feel like lust. no, far from it. he caressed you so carefully yet so close. you did the same as your hands wrapped around his neck. he pulls away with heavy breaths, panting as he laid his forehead onto yours and your eyes looked at each other once again.

"i love you." he said in between heavy pants. "so much."

five words. it took five words to make tears form in your eyes. you were astonished. he has never even shown any signs of affection towards you— all he ever gave you was nothing but pure spite just as you did to him.

you looked at him and saw something nobody else can take away. it was at that moment you realized that the both of you were not so different. both broken, trying to pick up the pieces and put yourselves back together. you were overwhelmed with all the emotions involved as your heart pounded so fast.

you placed your hands on both sides of his cheeks, thumbs caressing and slowly moving in a comforting way as you looked at him with so much desire and yearning.

"i love you too, zandik." you whispered before pulling him into a heated kiss. slow, passionate, and comforting. it was suffocating but the both of you didn't care. to be broken with him was better than being broken alone.

#dottore x reader #zandik x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader #dottore smut #genshin smut

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little-star-library · 2 months

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Satin Sheets

Pairing: Astarion x gn!Reader

18+ only (mdni please)

Summary: This is just a short little drabble that I brewed in my head and I couldn’t stop thinking about what domestic life with Astarion would be like and I got ahead of myself with this one. Just some spicy fluff with our favorite pale elf.

Genre/Tags: fluff, spicy, little spicy anyways, soft Astarion, slight Dom Astarion, light teasing, blood, blood drinking, sexual themes

Word Count: 2,000+ words

Astarion has always had a taste for the finer things in life, vampire or not, and he has spared no expense when it comes to spoiling you absolutely rotten. And after all that you and your ragtag group of friendly weirdos have been through to defeat the Netherbrain, he took it upon himself to find the “perfect slice of paradise”, according to him, for the fresh start that the two of you so rightly deserved being the heroes of Baldur’s Gate and such. Even if he still remained to be a creature of the night after killing Cazador and refusing to fulfill the right to profane ascension, Astarion yearned for a new life with you by his side and that’s all he could ever want for as long as you’ll have him.

Now searching for your new home was no easy feat as your bosom companion was rather selective in his choices, but you both settled on a little cottage on the outskirts of the Lower City that was a bit of a fixer upper. With a little love and care, along with a generous amount of gold that may or may not have been acquired in an honest manner, your humble abode began to take shape into the ideal sanctuary that Astarion dreamed of. He made sure to include everything that you both could possibly want even if you insisted that he was all you needed to be happy and content, but he insisted on fulfilling all of your desires one way or another. So over time, you and Astarion worked together to create the perfect atmosphere that encompassed a personal reading nook with floor to ceiling bookcases to house all of the books and tomes you collected during your adventures, a small garden for you to plant and grow your favorite herbs and flowers; along with many rugs, furniture, and paintings to decorate the space. But Astarion claimed the bedroom as his domain to furnish. And who were you to deny him?

To say that he lacked any ambition for interior design would be a severe understatement and it certainly showed when it came to his plans for your shared boudoir. Out of the few rooms that were in the cottage, the bedroom would always be Astarion’s favorite. The room itself wasn’t very impressive to him at first glance, but with great determination there came even better possibilities. In the end, the bedroom felt more comfortable yet quaint in his perspective, but in more of a romantic sense nonetheless. Besides the fireplace, there were a smattering of candles placed throughout the area to engulf it in a dim glow along with furs and rugs that lined the wooden floor so Astarion could walk freely without having to dread about the cold temperature of the floorboards. However, the crowning jewel was the four poster bed that stood in the middle of the room with the fluffiest of mattresses, a canopy of crimson red velvet to shut out the sunlight when needed, and a matching set of the softest satin bedsheets that cradled you in a delicate and tender embrace you would never want to let go of.

“Now isn’t this cozy, darling? I think I would go as far to say that this room is the very heart of the house, aside from yours, of course.” His honeyed words always sent your heart a flutter no matter the subject, but he did have a point. Other than the more obvious activities that took place within those bedsheets, you both spent most of your time as of late in bed lazing around and whispering sweet nothings to each other without a care in the world. It truly was paradise to experience something like this with Astarion, to see him so at ease and be able to feel the warmth and love that you held only for him without any further obligations to chain him down. And like so many other occasions that you’ve shared in your bedroom, that is where you currently found yourself now.

The sun had begun to descend for the day and neither you or Astarion had made any motion to draw open the curtains of the canopy. Over time, you began to adjust your sleeping schedule to be more accommodating to your lover’s needs despite your ambitions to discover a way for him to be able to walk in the sun once again. But in the meantime, the two of you basked in the encompassing darkness because this somehow never bothered Astarion, not like this at least, not when he had you wrapped around his frame as he rested atop you and with his head laying against your chest to listen to the slow, rhythmic beating of your heart.

He always awoke from his trance before you so he could admire your presence while you slept and it always made him melt inside knowing that you willingly chose to be in such a vulnerable position all because you trusted him with your life. You looked so peaceful as you slumbered through the day and he looked upon you with an overwhelming amount of admiration, a soft sigh escaping from his lips at the sight. He thought it was truly selfish of him to wake you, but he yearned to hear your voice and feel your loving caress over his body. Your touch was always so gentle and he could never get enough of it.

As gingerly as he could muster, Astarion shifted his weight and started to litter kisses across your chest, starting at where your heart rested and up to the crook of your neck, nibbling gently at the marks he left behind the day before when you offered to let him feed his sanguine hunger, lingering there for a moment as you began to rouse from your slumber. He continued his trek of loving pecks across your jawline and to your cheeks and across your forehead before you puffed out a long exhale with the faintest smile that signaled his trickery at work. With one last dawdling kiss at the corner of your lips from his, you rose a hand to entwine into the crown of disheveled curls that lay over his head, lightly scratching at his scalp which resulted in him falling back into your arms to lay his head upon your chest and practically purring at your gentle affection.

“Awake already, my love? I hope I’m not disturbing your rest.” The low timbre of Astarion’s ‘morning voice’ reached your ears and it sent a shiver down your spine, but you knew all too well of his intentions as you could feel the smirk growing across his face against you.

“No, not all,” you breathed out. “But I was having such a wonderful dream.”

“Oh, is that right? Won’t you tell me about it?” Blinking away the remaining remnants from your sleep addled eyes, you peer down to find those familiar orbs of crimson gleaming in the dark already locking with your gaze that was filled with his fondness and endearment for you.

“Well let’s see,” you closed your eyes and pretended to recollect on your dreams as if they were fading away, but the truth was that you could never forget those vivid visions that your mind had conjured. This earned a playful nip at your sternum from Astarion and it made you squeal in surprise, the sound of him chuckling in response to your squirming only further tested you, but you didn’t have the nerve to complain. You loved it when he was playful with you like this.

“Don’t keep me waiting, love. The anticipation is killing me.”

You looked upon Astarion once more and smiled sweetly at the sight before you. He watched your eyes flutter with his chin resting against your solar plexus and you couldn’t help but lower your hand from his hair to cup his face, stroking your thumb across his pale cheek absentmindedly as your other hand brushed down his arm that was wrapped around your waist. His smile matched your own and let out an unneeded sigh of contentment as he grasped your hand to place a kiss at the inside of your palm, making your breath hitch slightly at the simple gesture. He truly was a vision both in your dreams and reality, a beautiful and somewhat ethereal being that you would instantly gravitate towards.

“It was much like this actually,” your voice barely above a whisper. “Our limbs entangled with each other’s beneath these sheets, gliding across the bed while we take our time caressing and kissing our bodies, mapping out the spots that made us whimper and sigh with pleasure.”

The thought alone made you squeeze your thighs together in search of friction and you could feel a blush rising from your neck to the tip of your ears. Astarion’s eyes seemed to darken in the already dim lighting at the subject of your tale and you could tell that you had his rapt attention by now as he rose from his position to lay on his side with his chin resting in his hand to stare down at you with a look of growing desire consuming his facial features. That sight alone left you breathless and you couldn’t take your eyes off his own gaze, licking your lips in anticipation of his next move.

“Go on, darling. Tell me everything.” His voice emitted a low growl at the sensation of his member hardening against the soft satin, trying to rein in his control before he lost all sense to take you right then and there.

“I-I remember you taking me into your arms,” you began, a slight chill running down your spine at the hungry look in his eyes. Oh gods, those eyes. You knew that look very intimately. It always made you weak at the knees and if it weren’t for the fact that you were lying in bed, you’d be quite sure that he would have you lying in a puddle instead. Trying with all your might to not break eye contact with him was rather difficult, but you couldn’t stand to not see his reactions. “And you devoured me in more ways than one, as if you were completely starved until I begged you to stop, making me cry out your name while you took your fill.”

Your breath was shaking towards the end of your sentence, but Astarion was quick to silence you as he cupped your jaw in both hands at a better angle and leaned down to take your lips in a tender, desperate kiss. The sensation of his mouth was electrifying to say the least and you froze up in surprise for only a second until you hastily reciprocated his actions. There was a familiar pool of warmth that sank in the pit of your core and it grew and grew into a rising flame when your beloved vampire started to tease your bottom lip with the edge of his fangs and a lick of his tongue, silently requesting your permission for entry. You complied willingly and gasped at the touch of his tongue, the two of you moaning softly as you explored each other’s mouths. He tasted utterly divine in what you could only describe as him with the slight undertone of your blood and a hint of red wine he indulged in the night previous. It was simply intoxicating and you never wanted this moment to come to an end. You were floating in a cloud of bliss with only thanks to his attentive ministrations as you held onto him for dear life, tangling your fingers in the curls that rested at the nape of his neck and tugging oh so gently to tease him even more. This earned you another bite from those gorgeous fangs, pricking your flesh until you felt a drop of blood pool to the surface of your lips which Astarion gladly lapped up, making him groan in delight at the taste of your precious essence. But before you even took notice he pulled away suddenly and rested your forehead against yours, the ghost of his cold instinctual breath entwined with your warm gasps of excitement as you tried in vain to regain your breathing. It was all for naught though as you looked up to Astarion and the oxygen left your lungs to see him panting with the pupils of his eyes blown by his carnal thirst that he only held in his undead heart for you.

“Maybe,” you wheezed. “Maybe I’m still dreaming after all.” A chuckle rumbled from Astarion’s chest at your statement and it made your blush darken at the thought of amusing him. It pleased you to know that you could have these little moments of teasing banter that came as a second nature to you both.

“Perhaps you still are, my sweet.” He quipped back, stroking a few loose hairs behind your ear and kissing you at the tip of your nose. “But if this were a dream, then how does it end?”

His smile was infectious and you were completely enamored by his sultry flirting. He knew you couldn’t stand to be teased by him for so long and he knew which buttons to press to get you right where he wanted you. It was infuriating, but you loved it all the same. Brushing your nose along his own, you leaned up just enough to kiss him briefly and wrapped your arms over his shoulders.

“What if there was no ending?” You questioned him. “What if we stay in this dream forever, in each other’s arms just like this?”

“Oh darling,” he thumbs at the bottom of your chin to catch the remaining blood that dribbled from your lips and sucks it into his mouth, licking it away as you whimpered at the sight. “You had me at forever.”

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #dungeons and dragons #18+ only #18+ content #fluff #smut #little star library

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mrsnancywheeler · 4 months

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the lakes (10) // finnick odair x f. reader

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

previous chapter / next chapter

midnight rain

warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, manipulation of someone's feelings, hypothermia which I did my best to research, near death experiences, reader has familial issues, mental illness, self-hate, terms of endearment, backstory heavy, no use of y/n, unedited, the love triangle that was never really a love triangle

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“What do you think would have happened if this never happened to us, if it was just you and me, at home?" Conway’s voice pierced through the night air, you could hear every breath as you laid on his shoulder. Desperate for some type of body heat.

A question that you could answer truthfully, “Eventually we would have gotten married and you'd have taken over your family business, your sisters and I would have absolutely made the most out of everyone in the marketplace.” As much as it hurt you to think about, you doubted Finnick would have come back to you if none of this had occurred. He'd leave you alone to “protect you" as he claimed without an obvious reason and your love would have faded into an unfinished fairytale of what could have been in the back of your mind. You hated to think about it, but Conway was the person you would settle to be with if you couldn't have the love you wanted.

“You really think so?" His fingers were tracing something on your sleeve that you weren't focused enough on to try and decipher. “My family, everyone at school always thought so, but you could have anyone you wanted." No you couldn't, the person you'd wanted most in the world had pushed you away, the only person your soul ached for.

“You could've had anyone to Conway."

“No, I couldn't have." He shook his head with a bitter smile.

“Yeah, who was that one girl?" You scrunched your eyes shut trying to recall her name, “Meena!” Your eyes snapped open,"You dated Meena, she was sweet.”

"Only to try and make you jealous.” He muttered, softly. Finnick had always remarked how Meena looked like you, how Conway was unbelievably entranced by you, for reasons you'd never understand. You didn't know what to say back, it hadn't worked, you'd actually been ecstatic for him to have found someone. "I wouldn't have picked Meena.” He wanted you to say you wouldn't have picked Finnick, you could tell, but you couldn't say that.

"Then, it would've been you and me, and I would have driven you mad.” You averted, giving a breathless laugh.

There was a glimmer in his sad eyes and he gave a slight smile,"No you wouldn't have.”

You smiled and nodded, "Oh I would have, I'd want to do this and that, when all you wanted was to stay home. Then you'd want to go crawfishing and I'd grumble to stay in bed.” It would have been good enough, satisfying enough, but it would never be what you and Finnick could've had. You were both creatures of extraversion, you'd go where he went and make do, if he wanted to fish you'd go along to read or let him convince you to join, if you absolutely refused he'd eventually yield to you. If you'd decided to rot away in your head Conway would desperately want to help, but Finnick would, he'd take care of you, but also force you out of it. If Finnick was everything you needed, everything you wanted, everything you yearned for, Conway was perfect for everybody else.

“That would've been okay with me." Okay. Not like puzzle pieces fitting together, just two books sitting by one another. “Kids?" There was the other thing, Conway would be a great father and needed to be in a sense, but it scared you. How could you raise a child if they were constantly close to being thrown into the predicament you were in now? You would have loved to have kids if the government was different, if none of these chains were locking that up, and Finnick was the same. Children would be perfect in another world, another time.

Yet you humored him, “How many?" No kids would be in danger since both of you wouldn't be able to come out of this alive.

“Four?" Conway leaned tilted his head to the sky, “Two boys, two girls."

“Five, three girls, two boys, take it or leave it." If you tried hard enough you could somewhat convince yourself it was just the two of you, back home, living the life everyone expected you to live. To imagine you'd just settled. He was handsome, so handsome any girl would have adored him, he was sweet and hardworking. His family cared so deeply and was basically your own. The universe stretched itself thin for you and Finnick, if it stayed still it would've been you and Conway.

He laughed and looked back at you, “I'll take it, any day, I would have taken it." He had to know, if you got out you would run right back to him, but the fantasy was better than thinking about that, at least it was easier at some points to tell yourself Conway knew. “Would you take care of my family?" He whispered, face settling into some type of seriousness.

“Of course I would." Even if you'd never be able to look at them again after what you were doing which they surely knew about, you would pour as much money into their pockets as you could.

He looked away from you, his eyes glossy with unshed tears as he stared into the dark. Like he was ashamed to say what he was going to, “It's just, it's always been all of us. They begged me to come home and I don't know, I don't know what I'm supposed to do. And you-" Conway choked on whatever he was going to say, “I'm sorry, I don't want to be an ass, I'm just trying to be honest." He wiped his face of the tears that weren't even falling, but you could see it all on his face. It made you absolutely ill with yourself, he was right, his family was so tight-knit it would be a major hit to all of them if he was gone. Yet here you were playing with him like some sort of toy to get you to the top. He was spilling all of his heart to you, saying what was hard to say and you pulled strings. You buried your face in your freezing hands.

“It's okay." Your voice was muffled, eventually pulling away as you looked at him. “You're right, you don't have to say it. But even if they aren't like yours it doesn't mean they don't need me, I'm the one in the markets, Conway. Mom’s too sick to do it, Dad has to go out and work, and Avonlea has to take care of Mom. No one else is going to do it and they wouldn't have to worry about that anymore.”

It was unsaid that even if that happened it didn't mean you'd break the seemingly impenetrable walls of their bond, a trio you weren't meant for. Maybe it wasn't worth it, if you got out you'd help them, but wouldn't be part of their team, you wouldn't be able to look at Conway’s family without being eaten by guilt on the spot, your best friend would be dead and it would be your fault, all you'd really have is Finnick. But maybe that was enough for how desperately your soul longed for him.

“I'm sorry."

“It's not your fault." You didn't blame the Games either, as far as you were concerned you were the only one to blame. You didn't know when you'd begun to cry, but the way the biting cold hit your wet face made you shiver.

Then his arms were pulling you closer, “No, that was wrong of me, I didn't want to make you cry. Your family is just as important as mine." That only made you cry more. If you weren't so unpleasable you could have been content with him, happy even, that wouldn't have stopped this from happening, but maybe you would have felt less guilty or let yourself die with him, the way you would die for Finnick.

“You're too good to me, Conway. Much too good, you deserve a Meena." You were trying to wipe away your tears, but they were coming much too quick.

" I don't want a Meena.” Then his lips were on yours and for a second it was comforting, which only fueled your nausea. It didn't matter that you were young and confused because you knew he wasn't the one, that this had been what you wanted from him just so you could be with someone else. That beautiful, kind Conway was a means to an end and this was all supposed to end one way.

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It was hot, sweat was clinging to your skin, and your head still stung. You almost couldn't bear to be too close to Finnick and his unnatural heat that was usually so comforting, but he was hovering around you so much that it was nearly impossible to get a few steps away as you all ran through the jungle. Cannons began booming off one by one as everyone finally decided to sit down. There was more guilt this time, most of these people you knew pretty well and had spent time with in some capacity over the years. Even if you hadn't killed any of them, you were still alive when they were gone, how was that fair? Nothing was, nothing had been for so long, never in your lifetime.

“I guess we're not holding hands anymore." Finnick laughed and it caught you so off guard that you couldn't help it when your scoff turned into a laugh as well. Hitting your forehead on his shoulder. The irony of it all, how you'd held hands in solidarity against the Capitol only to tear each other's throats out down here.

“You think that's funny?" Katniss asked, you understood why she was so appalled by his comment, you truly did, but his comments had always evened out your thoughts before they became all consuming. His humor brought light to the dark.

"Just a little bit.” You demonstrated with your fingers, even though it was definitely more than that.

“Everytime that cannon goes off it's music to my ears. I don't care about any of them.” He pointed at the sky, shrugging his shoulders.

“Good to hear." Katniss pulled some weapon out of her quiver to point his way. You couldn't help yourself when you tossed one of your knives up to catch it, as badly as you needed Katniss out of the arena you wouldn't let her attack Finnick. Even if he could defend himself, which he demonstrated perfectly well as he held his trident right back at her. At the end of the day you two were still the team, you could only get her out if she'd cooperate and it would be very unlikely if she went for Finnick that she'd trust anybody after that.

“Wanna face the Career pack alone? What would Haymitch say?" Finnick’s brow quirked, you briefly made eye contact with Peeta. He looked so uncomfortable, looking for an opportunity to decrease the tension.

“Haymitch isn't here." Katniss replied, not backing down. Peeta began to stand.

"Let's keep moving.” His voice broke the tension when Katniss stood as well, maintaining her own eye contact with Finnick, she looked so untrusting, so angry. Finnick grabbed your free hand as you stood. Then he was behind you, slightly grabbing the back of your head.

“We should have cleaned it, you could get an infection." Finnick frowned.

“I'll be fine, Finnick." You smiled, it wasn't like the plan was supposed to take longer than a couple days. You doubted you would die of an infection in that time. Planting a light kiss on his cheek before you tugged his hand to keep walking.

“Let's not tempt the fates." He muttered, silently insisting to be the one who pulled you along instead. Peeta was cutting down the vines as you all walked forwards, making way to see ahead. You glanced at Finnick, how could he still be so breathtaking when he was dripping with sweat? Maybe you were too lovesick for disgust at this point, but it amazed how despite all the grime the bronze of his skin still shone and you would have bet people would still line up for a minute of his time.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer." He flashed those pearly whites at you and you rolled your eyes despite feeling your cheeks get somehow hotter.

“You're a real comedian, Odair, I'll give you that. I mean I'm basically dying of laughter." You deadpanned, rather unsuccessfully, when you stumbled over some branch. Finnick's hand helped you maintain balance, but he was laughing at you just as quick.

“Angel, you don't need to fall for me, I'm already your husband. There's really no need to be so desperate." You playfully hit him.

“And you're just so helpful, I could have died.” You shrugged, over exaggerating as much as you probably could.

"That would have been a rather pathetic way to go, don't you think?” He teased, "And after all that talk about how you could take care of yourself.” Finnick tutted and you shoved his shoulder again.

Katniss' scream instantly tore you out of the moment," Peeta, no!” The machete hit some sort of forcefield ahead and he flew back, roughly hitting the jungle floor. She was immediately scrambling for him, grabbing his face. “Peeta?" Her voice shook and it hit you that maybe it wasn't an act like you and Finnick had theorized, maybe the bare bones of it all showed there was a pure, raw love there even if it didn't always seem that convincing to people who weren't Capitol citizens desperate to eat up any act. “He's not breathing. He's not breathing, he's not breathing! Peeta!” Katniss cried out and Finnick immediately ran to him, pushing Katniss away.

She'd pulled out her bow when you ran up, “Katniss he's just trying to help." You put your hands up as you slowly approached her, she looked panicked, confused and Finnick's lips were on Peeta’s. It looked like her brain was running so fast it hadn't even registered that it was CPR. Finally it looked like it had clicked and she put the bow down, running back over Peeta. You followed, cautiously placing your hand on her shoulders. “It's okay, he's gonna be okay.” You couldn't know that, but it was all you could think to say.

“Peeta, Peeta." She was begging, voice trembling and you saw yourself in her. You'd be the same way if anything happened to Finnick, her desperation proved to you that beyond all else she truly was in love with the boy from the arena.

“Come on Peeta." Finnick said gruffly, doing rough compressions on his seemingly limp body.

“Peeta, please wake up." Katniss was cradling his head and you squeezed her shoulder trying to be as reassuring as you could.

“He will, Katniss, he will." You nodded mostly to yourself. Her body was shaking from her tears.

"Please wake up.” Her body rocked back and forth as Finnick muttered continuous "come on’s,” continuing his attempt to revive Peeta. Suddenly he was gasping for air and Finnick sighed in relief. “Peeta! Oh my god!”

“Be careful, there's a forcefield up there.” Peeta said softly and Katniss laughed through the tears before kissing him. By now you doubted anyone could think their love was all a performance, it made you want to cry as well. Finnick's hand slid back into yours, squeezing it. Telling you that you were in fact on the same page, it amazed you how with looks and touches it was as if nearly every thought the two of you shared could be communicated.

“Oh my god, you were dead. You were dead, your heart stopped.” She stroked his hair, like she was terrified she'd never get too again.

“It's okay, it's working now." Katniss hugged him before they worked to get him standing up again. She was so soft, so caring, which you knew from the act with Rue the year before, but it was so moving to see in real life. All the things that really made her such a good symbol of the rebellion, not the hate for the Capitol, the love for other people.

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By day 3 it was pouring down freezing rain, buckets of it. Only a few more cannons had gone off and you couldn't reason how this would make the games more interesting, watching people die of pneumonia or something of the like. You'd figured out the boots were made to be pretty resistant to water and prevent as much sliding in the mud as possible, but it was basically up to your ankles in muck. Trudging along was a chore within itself, you couldn't even start a fire to keep warm, even if you'd strung up the tarp to keep it from the rain the wood around was all soaked. Every once in a while the four of you would string a tarp in the bare trees, one on the ground, huddle together for some sort of heat, lay the small plastic covers on you and pass the match between your hands as quickly as you could. Before they could burn out and you were terrified you'd run out, that all sense of heat would be gone.

You'd been so cold and exhausted that it took everything in you not to groan as the four of you picked berries. Grateful that Conway had paid enough attention at that station to know which one's were poisonous. Your hands were so numb it was nearly impossible to grab them, nevermind the fact that you were being soaked in the frozen droplets since it was Marlowe and Birch's turn with the plastic covers.

“Your lips are blue." You were startled when Conway was suddenly in front of you, staring at you with concern. You tried to move your hand to touch your lips but it refused to do what you wanted. Then you mumbled something so incoherent you couldn't even tell what you'd been trying to say. His hand pressed to your face, which you only knew from being able to see it. “She's like ice." He looked at the other two anxiously.

“Me too." Birch muttered and Marlowe shot him a glare before approaching you. Fingers touching your neck, searching for a pulse.

“We should set up the tarps, get her out of the rain.” Marlowe advised, looking at the two boys. "I think she's hypothermic.” Everything was a rush to you, it was so confusing. Why were you out in the woods? Conway was here, but who were these other people? It was hard to walk when Conway had led you into the makeshift shelter. “Her jacket is soaked through, hopefully her shirt isn't as much, we should take it off."

“That'll make her more cold." You were pretty sure that was Conway's voice.

“Water makes it worse anyways." The female voice rang out in your ears. Before some other ringing sound came through, this time you were sure you weren't delusional when everyone else's heads looked around. Conway instantly stood up to search for whatever it was.

When he came back it wasn't him you were seeing, there was Finnick. Gorgeous, sunshine Finnick. Your lips tried to move to say something to him but it was too difficult. By the time you felt them move an inch he was gone and it was Conway once again.

“This is huge." He remarked, bringing in some sort of package. Were you ok the boat? None of your surroundings made sense.

“Must have incredible sponsors." Another male voice rang out, who was that?

“It's a blanket!" Your jacket was being torn from your stiff muscles as something surrounded you. Was wrapped around you and your head was laid down. “You're gonna be okay."

"There's a broth too.” The female voice said again, you were seeing Finnick again standing over you, wait no it was your father. Hovering over you as if you were your mother. You just wanted to rest, this was all so overwhelming. Whoever it was was urging you to open your mouth to put a spoonful of something inside. Which was extremely difficult but eventually you managed to, the swallowing was even harder, but it did fill your insides with a pleasant warmth. Everything was such a rush you didn't know when you'd slipped into sleep.

You knew eventually you'd woken up, feeling somewhat warmer, more conscious. You knew people's names at the very least. Conway had his arms wrapped around the blanket, providing even more heat. Marlowe was laying by your side, trying to exude more heat even though she cold herself and Birch was by her side.

“You're lucky to have a mentor who could get you something like that and the sponsors to support it, most people die of hypothermia in under an hour, at least back home." Marlowe said when you'd looked at her. She wasn't bitter or angry about it, at least not at you.

“Yeah." Your voice was so hoarse you almost didn't recognize it. “Thank you for not leaving me for dead. I wouldn't have blamed you, the probability of me dying and dragging the group down waiting for me was pretty high.”

Marlowe just shook her head, "No us four until the end, we'll talk about it more then.” She looked back at the top of the tarp, listening to the rain drops. " When you're done being on the brink of death you'll share the blanket though, right? It's freezing out here.”

You let yourself smile a little,"Yeah of course.”

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TW: sh — If you’re not comfortable with this no worries but I was wondering if you would write a Jordan li x fem reader fic where they are kinda rivals (like reader is a total academic overachiever and just gets on Jordan’s nerves) but then Jordan finds her in the bathroom or somewhere after/while she self harmed/cut herself and realizes that they have to stop being an asshole for a second and help her and just the realization that they don’t know everything that goes on in people’s lives.

Been Something More …

warnings, huge self harm warning, angst, anger outbursts, attempted sexual assault. pairings, jordan li x reader. requests r open, it takes me a minute to get thru them tho so i do value ur patience ‹𝟥 hope u enjoyyyy

12:15pm

If there’s one thing you know you absolutely love doing is pissing off Jordan Li. Number one at something was instilled in you since birth, it didn’t convenience Jordan in anyway. The rush of being better at something too good of a drug they could give up coke. Jordan was the one you always have to one up, the one where if they’re good at welding you have to be fantastic at it. Where Jordan’s ranking is number three, yours is number two. Essentially you guys are always neck and neck with each other and it irritates Jordan to no end. There hasn’t been a day at God U where they felt like they were on top because you were always there to kick them down a notch.

It wasn’t always like this, though. When you and Jordan first met, you were both wide eyed freshmen’s that were hoping to get into crime fighting school, get under Brink’s good graces and possibly make it to the 7. You had that dream, but you always felt like you weren’t enough for it. No one needed to know that though, not even Jordan. Little did you know Jordan felt the same way. Anyone who had the same aspirations as you had to know their place. General requirement classes were on every freshman’s time table and you found yourself in the same class as the timid teen.

They barely spoke a word to you as you sat next to each other. You noticed their fingers pulling at one another underneath the table, but had the straightest face to anyone who can see. It was applaudable, but you tried not to make it shown that you were watching them. Jordan carried an air of confidence, your body tense, mouth tightly shut. Unnoticed by Jordan. It was a wonder how you guys are the way you are today, constantly fighting and bickering when just freshmen year you didn’t think you could outshine someone like Jordan. The yearn of a hollow heart where it once was filled with a brief friendship from you and Jordan, you really don’t know where it went wrong.

You passed out flyers, enthusiastic energy blooming from you as you engaged with the students who passed by the courtyard of the fourth quad on campus. The housing system always confused you when you first started out, your understanding of it coming from a rival. You felt his eyes bore into you, your smiling almost fading, the lull feeling of wanting to crawl away somewhere and die was welcomed. As much of a front you put up, it always felt demeaning when Jordan would turn their nose down on you.

You used to yearn for them to look at you lovingly only for it to be squashed like a child’s dream of being a mythical creature. “Vote for ____ for Student Council President! Justice is an action that deserves traction. Wouldn’t you want your voice to be heard?”

“Yeah, your future president will make sure all your needs are met. A vote for them is a vote for universal accessibility!” Your choice for your team was all your best friends idea and by the outcome of those accepting pins and proudly placing them on their attire, you knew you were in good hands. Almost all of the flyers that were in your hand were tossed out on to the floor, the aggressiveness of the impact alerting you of who it was. Your own attitude began bubbling underneath the surface, turning your body with a strained smile on your glossed lips. Jordan’s smug look made you breathe heavily, free hand fist curling slowly as you pulled it behind your back.

Seeing them was one thing, knowing they were another one of the candidates was another.

They were the last thing you wanted to see, but going to God U, being amongst the top five, it was fucking inevitable. “Watch where you’re going, I would hate it if someone would to hurt that pretty face,” it was malicious. Like inkling on a threat and it had you wondering if they were serious or not because it was always hard to tell with Jordan. Your jaw clenched, the strain sending a beaming pain through your temples. Your nail dug into your palm. You’re sure it drew blood. “There’s nothing as insulting than being called pretty by you.” You spit back, the grind in your teeth at the last part causing Jordan’s smirk to turn in size that even you wondered how it didn’t fall off his face.

How you wished you could sear it off their face for it to never appear again. “You’re so fucking funny,” Jordan bit, long legs carrying them away from you as they walk backwards, giving you the bird before turning back around. How did it even come to this? At one point you genuinely thought that you both could be good friends, the kind that makes it out of university and grow meaningful connections outside of yourselves that brings you closer together. You thought a lot of things about Jordan. You never thought you’d end up hating their guts.

The lot of you continued handing out flyers as your best friend kept a watchful eye on you from behind the table. It was unsettling succumbing to the thought of surrender, but for your sake, your best friend knew not to stir anything up when it came to Jordan, no matter how much she wanted to. Besides it wasn’t her place to say anything, she knew how you were and to cause anything to ruffle the waters was the last thing she wanted to do.

20:05 (8:05pm)

“So, the last of the flyers were passed out at the courtyard. Since the elections tonight we don’t need to make anymore. We have enough hanging on the bulletins around campus, so, we’re all set!” Everyone cheered as you all were gathered around in the small space that was reserved for the campaign meeting. The people on your team put in so much work — you almost felt like you were slaving them, but with reassurance from them that they volunteered to do this, you weren’t forcing them to do anything.

They knew you were the perfect candidate for president. And you were reminded of it constantly.

“I appreciate every single one of you for putting in all the hard work to make this campaign possible for me. I really couldn’t have done it without any of you,” it was so sincere that you teetering on crying almost. Waterlines slowly filling up. Prior to your life before Godlkin University, it wasn’t something you were automatically proud of; the sheer thought of a full house feeling vacant wasn’t something you can easily tell someone.

They’d think you’re being ungrateful, for gods sake.

You drowned out most of what everyone was saying. That dreadful feeling creeping slowly, wrapping around you like it wanted to cocoon you into a blanket of worry and self doubt. This was typical, especially in a moment of an achievement that you couldn’t imagine for yourself. You knew you were a shoo in for the win, but it didn’t matter how much you were sure, how high your confidence in the moment was; the one thing you knew for sure was the voice in the back of your mind. Way deep to the very crevice of your brain telling you something is going to go wrong. And when it’s right you never respond to it very well.

20:59 (8:59pm)

Everyone stood around their computers and tablets, monitoring the gradual progress of the ballots. You were nervous of course, but you knew. You knew you were going to win, you knew that you were going to be able to give a voice to those that didn’t have the same advantages most funded students did at this school. And you weren’t going to fuck it up for absolutely no one.

It was yours for the taking and you worked so hard for something you never had the opportunity to do in grade school. Only a couple more seconds before the lot of you found out it was you — there was a sudden high pitched sound that drowned out the countdown to the announcement, clammy hands touched your heated skin. Your throat felt tight, your smile tight and frozen as you tried to breathe. Everything was moving slow, you didn’t realise your name was being called until you were shook to reality. “Hey, it’s alright. It was a bust, but you were runner up if they’d–”

“I don’t need your backhanded pity,” you snapped, the expression on your face made her whimper and cower back as you took a strained breath. Your heart dropped way past your stomach, it was completely out of your body before they finished saying that wretched, nonsensical pest’s name. They were invading parts of your life that you were…fine with letting go, but the one thing you were looking forward to, knew that would be yours no matter what was stripped from you like clothes.

You felt like you were in a dream where you were in front of everyone in just your underwear. It was unraveling your mind to the point where you would do absolutely anything to be buried six feet under. “Let’s let loose and forget about tonight, huh? There’s a rager being hosted by Lambda Phi Epsilon…what better way to blow off some steam than to blow an actual steamer?” Layla’s voice pulled you back to reality. You turned your head in surprise weighing the option in your head. Gilmore Girls definitely was not a hot fuck. “If you can get me alone with Luke, I’ll make sure you have a years supply of Nature Valley granola bars.”

Layla squealed pulling you along and out of the dorm to get the both of you ready for an unforgettable night.

22:30 (10:30pm)

On campus parties aren’t something you frequented to for pass time. Mainly because you didn’t care for that. Partially because you knew you’d see Jordan there and their face alone can ruin an entire week for you. But tonight? Tonight you weren’t going to allow anything or anyone to ruin your night of fun. Carefree, brute fun without any sort of supervision. You earned it, you deserve it. Layla was nowhere to be found, failure on her end to hook you up with Golden Boy. But that’s okay since you were nursing your eighth…ninth drink? You kind of lost count after the round of shots Elliot brought over for everyone standing around the island.

The room was divided into twos, doubles of everything showing up in your vision but you couldn’t care less. The only thing that mattered was getting another drink in your system to make it all blur into one. You stumbled around in the kitchen, grabbing a red solo cup and stumbling again towards the keg. Your unawareness of eyes following you left you open for any random party goer to warp you into their grasp. “Whoops! So…rry!” Your giggles filled the air as you dropped to your knees after almost knocking over a passerby while trying to regain balance again. You were pumping the keg trying to get the beverage through, unsuccessfully pouring any beer into your cup.

“Aw, don’t pout. Look I got you.” A smooth voice rang through your ears before you even register it. You looked up a dazed expression on your features, moving over a bit to give him some room. The stranger grabbed your cup, pumping the keg until it spewed out more beer into your cup, your hands coming together to aggressively clap at the revelation. “You did it! How’d you do that?” Your words slurred as his hand grabbed you underneath your armpit to help you stand up and to give you your drink. You held on to him, he was broad and tough to the touch; you couldn’t even remember the last time you felt up a guy.

His hands slyly made its way around your hips, pulling you close to him as he practically carried you away from the scene in the kitchen. Everyone around you was unaware of the two of you, drunk or high off their asses. You were unaware of the situation at hand too, you had no idea who this guy was, but because you were unsuccessful in bedding Golden Boy — despite him having a girlfriend. You’d admit you were even willing to do a little home wrecking if meant getting destroyed by his golden dick.

But the one you were practically hanging off of would have to do. The red solo cup barely made it to your lips before it was pushed out of your hand, a whine escaping you as you carried up the stairs of the overflowing frat house. “My drink…we have to get another!” The guy could barely hear you, nodding along anyway as he continued to drag you up the stairs. You were growing antsy due to the alcohol in your system slowly fading away, but the haziness was still there. “It’s alright I’ll get you another one soon, baby.”

It was fleeting, the way he said it, like he just wanted you to shut up. You didn’t take it this way, though. You could barely understand what was going on around you. A cheer was heard from downstairs, but it soon became muffled as you heard a door shut. The clink sound rebounded on deaf ears. “This isn’t where are – the drinks aren’t… Where…” It was slurred. The guy had you leaning against a wall, hands roaming around the region below your stomach. You hummed, head lolling off to the side.

Everything around you was muffled, the guy talking to you, the music outside the room, the sudden banging on the door that the guy tried to ignore. “We’re busy!” He yelled before going back to you, how’d you get to the bed? You were motionless underneath him and he didn’t seem to care at all. You didn’t hear anything until you came back to reality to the commotion unfolding in front of you. “You don’t see they’re wasted out of their mind? What the fuck, dude?” The guy was shoved back into the nightstand, the lamp toppling over. Your eyes connected with Jordan’s tall stature, the aggressiveness of his push causing the guy to grow red in the face.

“Fuck you, man! They were practically jumping my bones, they wanted it!”

He didn’t even get the chance to stand up straight enough before Jordan landed a clean one on his cheek. With the way his body swung to the side, he was going to be out cold for a week. Fury wouldn’t be able to describe the feeling gorging from within you, “What the fuck, Jordan! You asshole, you’re such an asshole!”

“I’m the asshole? Sorry for fucking saving you from getting raped by the fraternity fiend! Do you realise who you were just with?” You scoffed as you tried to push him back, but being unable to due to his rigid form. “You had no right! I wanted to him to fuck me!”

“Right, so then you can go cry about it and tell everyone who will listen just how fucked your life is! ‘Oh poor ol’ ____, I was taken advantage off while I was drunk off my ass. Why does bad things always happen to me? Why am I such a fuck up that nothing can ever go right?’” Your heart couldn’t even drop from your chest because it was gone the minute it was announced that Jordan won the elections. You felt like eating yourself alive the way a snake does when depressed. You wanted to be nonexistent in a world that was never in your favour. So, Jordan was right. To you, he was right.

“You took everything from me, you know that? I just wanted this one thing and you took that too.” It was barely even a whisper, you shoved your shoulder against Jordan’s as you stumbled your way out of the room. “Where the fuck are you going? You’re not going home by yourself.”

“Of course I’m fucking not! Contrary to popular belief, I can come to a party responsibly and have a buddy when leaving!” You didn’t even give Jordan another chance to stop you before you slammed the door close, making haste to text your sober buddy to meet you outside. One fuck up after the other and you couldn’t even have a night of reprieve to drown your sorrows in liqueur for losing. This was the worst night of your entire life.

03:45am

Sobering up after the unfortunate events that occurred at the party made you pity yourself. Although Jordan was right, having them as your saviour left a horrid taste in your mouth. It was all hitting you at once. Sitting in your dorm room in the dark could do that to you. Streaks of tears stained your cheeks. You’ve been sitting in the same spot your sober buddy had put you in for three hours. Makeup still caked on your face but it was old looking now, the crying didn’t help it stay intact either, what a shock. The only way you were going to get rid of this feeling was a shower. And not just any typical shower.

The communal showers should be vacant during this time of night. Everyone either studying, partying or sleeping. You mustered up enough energy after crying for three hours straight to get up, strip yourself of your party clothes, grab your shower caddy and head off to the showers. You breathed a sigh relief after seeing no one was in here and you didn’t hear anything so you were in the clear making quick work of turning the shower on. You took the stall further down, away from the entrance so you could have some privacy.

It wasn’t something you were proud of doing, but it was something you knew that you needed to do to let yourself know that no matter what, the pain will always be there to comfort you. To mask what dreadful emotion you’re feeling so you can forget what it feels like. Fortunately for you, the showers had benches in them, it wasn’t hard for you to cut yourself because you were not about to sit on those communal shower floors. One slice and you hissed, the blood pouring from the open wound. You didn’t care to have the blood swirl from underneath the curtain because no one was there.

Or so you thought.

“Hey…uh…is everything okay in there?” You silently jumped at the voice that rang through the vacant occupied washroom. And it wasn’t just anyone’s voice. The soft, almost velvety tone would have comforted you at a time where you thought you were both friends. Now it just sends an unusual chill up your spine. “I see the blood. Are you okay?” They continued, hearing them move closer to the curtain. You couldn’t stay silent because they already knew someone was in here, plus the goddamn shower was on! “Everything’s fine, just, go away.”

Jordan called your name and it sounded concerned. Moving closer to the curtain, their delicate hand grabbed on to it, hesitating a little, “I’m going to open this, okay?” It made you jump up slightly, slipping on your foot and blood to collide with the floor. Jordan didn’t wait for an answer before opening the curtain to find you wet, naked and covered in your own blood. There was at least four cuts running down your inner thigh. The worry on Jordan’s face caused your heart to clench and you hurried to cover yourself with what little you had.

“What the fuck! Are you okay? Fuck,” she leaned down, the towel that was over her shoulder long discarded as they reached out to tug you up from your underarms. You didn’t have the energy to fight back, but that’s what losing blood tends to do to you. Jordan shut the water off after getting wet through their pyjamas. They sat you down with care on to the bench examining your thighs. You weren’t sure why they were making such a fuss over it, the both of you hating each other like your life depended on it.

“Why? What the fuck?” She looked at you with her big brown eyes and what shocked you the most was it wasn’t filled with the usually flaming hatred that you always saw. You couldn’t hold it in anymore and tears streamed down your cheeks once more. You let yourself go, the impact of the hit against the wall causing a pain to run through your skull. “Ow…”

“Come on, get up.” After reaching for your towel and securing it around you, she lifted you up from the bench and used all her strength in her female form to lug you out of the washroom.

04:27am

You didn’t expect to ever be in Jordan’s dorm room, let alone on their bed, naked, and getting patched up by Jordan! After you guys had fell off, anything remotely close to friendly activities seemed out of the ballpark for you and her. Literally impossible to be in the same room together. Who knew self harming was going to be the thing that brought you both back together?

It was silent for the rest of the time she spent covering up your wounds. You know for sure she saw the other healed over one’s, just littered across your thighs. You couldn’t read their face as they taped over the gauze, moving back to put away the first aid kit. The silence was killing you, you never realised just how much tension you both held until you were alone with them. The clattering of the kit being stored away was the only sound that rang through the room.

You can hear a pin drop if you so pleased.

You were still on their bed, wrapped in a towel and shivering slightly. Jordan took note of this and walked back to their closet to pull out a sweater and some sweats. Upon noticing, you jumped from the bed immediately stating that you should go. “I’m not leaving you alone just so you can hurt yourself again. You’re staying here for the night. Until I know you’re okay.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Any sane person would be able to tell you that,” Jordan said sternly. You both were in a state off now, eyebrows furrowing. Jordan had enough before they threw you the clothes, which you reluctantly caught. “Put them on. Now.” Without any further argument, you stripped yourself of the towel and slid the clothes on. They were warm and it smelled like her, too. You can’t remember the last time you even hugged Jordan. Wearing their clothes made you realise how much you missed them.

You sniffed as you fix the hem of the sweater. It was a little big on you, the sleeves covering your hands making them look like paws. Jordan hid their smile before walking over to her mini fridge to bring out a bottle of water and gummy bears. “Here.” You accepted, no questions asked. Silence rang through again. The only sound this time was the crackling of the plastic bag and your swallowing as you sat on the floor, Jordan in their desk chair. It was eating away at Jordan to ask why. She couldn’t imagine you feeling that way about yourself so much so to cut yourself.

She always saw you as someone who was resilient, didn’t back down. Never took no as an answer when it came to getting what you want. Jordan saw you as someone they always admired to be. Which made them realise that everyone has their own silent battles going on and that they should be kinder even if it is to a stranger. Even if it is towards you. “I know what you’re thinking. ‘How could you do this? Your life is perfect!’” Perfect came out of your mouth like it was a bad tasting pasta. “I never thought that.”

“You’re lying. I know you do.” You couldn’t stop the tears from falling again and Jordan rushed over to sit beside you on the floor. The haribo wrapper was crushed in your fist as you tried to hold the tears back. It all came rushing out like word vomit, “You were my friend. You were the first person I connected with on campus. I came to this school with high hopes, but I didn’t come here thinking I was going to make an enemy out of someone I admire so much.

“You had no idea how much I looked up to you. How much I wanted to be apart of something I knew you were going to be apart of someday. You had it all. And I just wanted to be…I wanted us to be a paired equal,” you took a second to breathe which made Jordan cut in. “You didn’t use the past tense in admire…does that mean…”

“You fucking asshole. That’s your take away? How much I admired you?” Jordan stuttered a bit before answering you.

“No, that’s not. Fuck. No, I’m sorry. I mean. I admire you too and you don’t even realise.” That confused you. Jordan Li, ranking at number two on the charts, admires you? Someone who could never outmatch an opponent like Jordan admires you? And don’t even get me started on the fact that admire is in present tense, not past. “I’ve always thought you one of a kind. Someone my parents would love more than their own child. Granted I have other siblings, but they don’t count. You’re another Supe with incredibly unique powers. I couldn’t imagine going against someone like you.”

“So what’s with all the animosity for the past three years, Jordan?”

“I thought you hated me.”

“I didn’t! I thought you hated me!” You exclaimed into the otherwise quiet room. It was baffling to find out that it was just a case of fucking miscommunication. And come to think of it, there wasn’t a significant event that happened between the two of you to cause such strife in your friendship. Jordan realised she needed to make amends. “Well, I didn’t. At least not all the time. And what I said earlier, it was uncalled for. It’s never your fault, I hope you know that.”

You nodded, “I know, but you were right. I probably would’ve just whined about it when I could’ve just said no.”

“No, don’t do that. You were intoxicated, barely in your right mind. It’s all his fault. Not yours,” you felt her hand slide into yours as she said this, squeezing it gently those wide brown eyes wouldn’t leave you for a second. “Can I also ask…”

“It’s something I’ve always done. Even before I came to God U. Growing up in a household like mine you find other ways to make yourself forget the on going torment from your parents,” you whispered, squeezing her hand back. You leaned over placing your head on her shoulder and she automatically wrapped her arm around you to pull you closer. “I’m sorry for not being there,” Jordan whispered, as if they said it any louder it would ruin the quiet moment the both of you have going on. “I’m sorry for not being there, either.”

“Promise me something?”

You nodded in agreement, “We will always have each other no matter what, who or when. I don’t want you to be a stranger again.”

“I promise.”

#jordan li x gn!reader #jordan li x reader #jordan li x you #jordan li x y/n #gen v x reader #gen v #gen v amazon #gen v jordan #gen v imagine #‹𝟥 requests

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can i request prompt 14 and 17 with remus!? Maybe the third person is james in both cases?

Would be awesome if you could include both the prompts in the same

send me one of my boys + a prompt

remus + reader ⋆ "can you both just kiss and make up—" both of you: JAMES— + almost kissing. but somebody walks in. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—"

you both weren't on speaking terms for almost two weeks now, thirteen days. even during breaks from hogwarts you two wouldn't go as long without as much as a letter. but there you were, sat in the same room, avoiding each other's gaze as much as humanly possible, talking to everyone else besides each other.

of course, of course, remus was the one to start it, he was the one to avoid you like the bloody plague after making out with you at a gryffindor party. you tried looking for him, talking to him, confessing, and the boys would always cover for him, he's not here, dunno where he went. and what were you if not the pettiest fifth year hogwarts has ever had? you could avoid him too, better, you could simply not talk to him at all. not a hello, not a good night. if he couldn't face you to reject you properly, you wouldn't face him at all.

it was getting ridiculous, it was messing up the whole group dynamics, lily and james had to switch desk mates to acommodate your resolve, lily sitting with remus as she felt you would go as far as isolate yourself from all the boys if it meant getting your point made, so she wouldn't give you the chance to, james would be your desk mate. to you, not that big of a problem (but oh, james was a talker, was he always? did he ever shut up?).

as the minutes passed and you kept quiet, sleepiness took over, the fireplace warm, the voices of your friends bringing a sense of home and security, you lay flat on the comfortable rug, your arm going to your eyes to block the light, no one says anything, it's something you're used to do.

you're not sure how much time has passed since you dozed off, it could be minutes or hours, but you were awaken to muffling sounds and one particular voice you knew being raised above it.

"she's the one not talking to me, why're you ganging up on me!?" your eyes opened immediately as your upper body flew up, eyebrows close in a frown as you glanced over remus.

"i'm not talking to you!? now you're blaming me!?" your tone made every sound disappear, only breathing being heard from everyone in the common room. you can see other students outside of your little friend group shuffle around getting their things to leave what seemed to be the beginning of a fight.

remus doesn't even bother to answer, shrugging it off as if it was an obvious thing, that you were the one making things harder and weird. you curl both your hands into fists, trying to keep your cool, "you vanished, avoided me and asked the three moronic musketeers to cover for you." gasps come from the other marauders at the offense, remus opens his mouth to reply, nothing comes out. he didn't think it was that obvious, he had been thinking you were ignoring him.

"my dudes, just, can you just kiss and make up—" james proves that no, he indeed doesn't ever shut up, earning the most genuine yell of his name coming from both you and remus.

your mood and your body softens as you glance over remus for the first time in days, actually taking him in, he looked tired as always, but his eyes were glued on you, sweet, yearning. lily is quick to notice the switch, pushing all the boys outside so you two could talk.

the two of you stay silent, but remus takes it on himself to make the first move and try to fix what apparently he was the one to break in the first place. he gets up from where he is, getting closer to you as your heart beat like it hadn't done that the past two weeks. he offers his hand and pulls you up, not hugging, not touching more than the hold on your hand.

but he's so close you can hear his heart, his breathing, his scent is manly and sweet and you're drowning in him, your eyes glued to his as you try not to sink. "i thought you'd want to forget it." it being the several minutes his hands roamed your body as your lips didn't leave his. or the way his hands gripped on your waist to dear life, almost scared you would disappear in thin air. you take one step closer, but you don't reply, in case he has more to say, and he always does, he's an over explainer by heart. "you were—hammered. i needed time to deal with that."

why couldn't he just ask. why did he just assume you were only kissing him because you were too drunk? the question comes quick and the answer is in his eyes so evidently it makes your heart bleed. because he's insecure and thinks that little of himself. your hands pull his collar without thinking, the desire to show him how silly that was, and his hands find balance in your waist not to fall over you.

it's happening again, your lips are about to touch, you're about to feel him again. if it wasn't for james coming into the goddamn room talking about his forgotten scarf. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—"

remus takes notice and uses the opportunity to regain a bit of dominance, pulling you to him in the kiss you were both longing the past thirteen days. thirteen days he spent thinking of you, remembering the party, wishing he could feel your lips on his again, writing little notes to send you and throwing it away, glancing at you hoping you'd glance back at him so he could somehow read you for answers, was he in love alone?

no. he wasn't. and now he finally knew and he could melt in your arms as he always wished to.

#lari writes blurbs #THIS TOOK SO LONG AND ITS SHORTER THAN I WANTED BUT #hope you like it ;;#remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus x you #remus x reader #remus x y/n #marauders x reader #marauders x y/n #marauders x you

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darlingofvalyria · 6 months

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❝I have these two great friends called Birth and Control.❞

part 06 | it's called a love bug, lovebug

chapter summary:

[ Sunday dinners are actually made for confessions. As Alicent braves it with a wine and a blush, you brave it too. With a boy and a view. ]

[ 2,963 ] [ series masterlist ] |best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader & aemond targaryen x alys rivers,

contains— angst - hurt/minimal comfort(?) - no kings, no martyrs, no betas.

a/n— alexa play it's all coming back to me now by celine dion. it might read a little stilted, i struggled a bit with this chapter as i wrote it in different times. ps. i didn't translate aemond's valyrian with intention. hope it still works? comment, reblog & like at will, mwa ♡

You had never heard of a more reverbrating sound than Helaena's smack to a poor, traumatised Daeron. "You toe licking, armpit looking, ugly garbage can!" Healeana shrieked, promptly dragging her youngest brother further away as you and Aemond scurried deeper into the safety of the darkness and shame, folded defensively onto one another, laughing your asses off.

"Oh my god," you exhale. "I am never going leaving this maze. I am going to live here, eating brambles and shit, and die here. Leave me now and prevail, Aemond. I will be fine. I'll haunt you in two to three business days."

Aemond chuckles from below you, unseen from your gaze, the mesmerised adoration he held as he can still feel his lips tingling from your desperation, still feel the curves of your body, the soft skin— he clears his throat, holding you steady by your hips before moving around until he's hovering over you as you adjusted your dress, eyes fluttering his with pressed lips trying not to laugh.

"I have a feeling dinner is ready."

"I also have a feeling your mother and grandfather knew exactly what we were doing minutes before and I fear I'd rather die here than face that."

He laughs, offering his hand and you take it regardless. "Then my mother would be glad. She didn't exactly feel the new bliss of couples between us."

You scoff. "Only because you treated me like you were cosplaying a Frost Giant." At his raised eyebrow and choked, surprised laugh, you blush. "Oh, get off with it. Your sister really likes the idea of Jotun!Loki and I am not one to kinkshame."

He strangles a laugh, peeling stray twigs from your hair. "I wouldn't dare assume. Let's go eat."

You tighten your hold on his hand, worry crescent on your forehead that Aemond straightens. "And talk?" As good as that felt, as perfect as puzzles sliding in together, you were past the age where burrowing it deep with the good parts and ignoring the pressing talks that need to be addressed.

And Aemond deserved better than that at least.

"Okay." He nods, swallowing. "Later, please."

"Okay." You try and reassure him with a smile and that seems to appease him, if a little.

Once Aegon had made five jokes concerning Daeron's loud rant— he was promptly shut up by his sister smacking him in the back of the head as soon as their mother was fretting in the kitchen and their grandfather's phone pinging for his attention, spoon on his mouth that might have been a medical nightmare — dinner went smoothly.

Daeron had successfully refused to look at your general direction, or his brother, or both since you sat together, churlish in giggles, in chatter and light arguments. Aemond kept taking the nicely marinated baby potatoes on his plate to yours once you finished up your own, and exchanged it with shuffling green beans to his plate because he loves them— it's nice.

It's more than nice. It's everything you could hope for when you think about dinner with your boyfriend's family. It's a softened thought that brews to yearning. You want this. You want be sat next to Aemond like this again, making jokes, piling food onto each other's plate, ribbing with his brother until he blushed then standing up against him when it got too far— seeing the smile he sends your way, endearing, loving, and for a moment, for this one realised moment built on lies and chuckle-fuckery ease, you let yourself indulge.

You joke about spoon feeding him dessert and blush as he envelops his soft lips over the spoon, Daeron and Aegon mimicking gags while Alicent is blushing, unable to stop a girlish giggle, a sound so surprised to her own person that she hiccups.

You are with him and you give yourself strength to break his heart.

Dinner finishes off with a lazy flick, Alicent and his father descending into business talks that usually included Aemond and though you tell him you can go hang out with Helaena— Daeron and Aegon deciding on playing The Last of Us in the game room because Aegon said he needed a good cry but also to shoot things — Aemond who had taken your hand sometime ago and has been brushing his thumb over your knuckles in a soothing gesture, implores you with a look.

You swallow and give a nod, trying for another smile that fails, noticing the moment Aemond sees it fail, his brow curling, lips pursing but doesn't say anything.

As he moves to lead, he pauses, turning back to you. "Where—?"

"Your room?"

Just as he nods, Alicent's soft and embarrassed, "Keep the door open, please," pulls you both to a blushing stop.

Otto— and Helaena rifling through ice cream in the kitchen — crow simultaneous, "Alicent," and "Mom!" as Alicent raises both her hands, the wine in her right sloshing. Though she is pink-cheeked, she maintains eye contact with her son while Aemond is struggling.

"I know you're old and smart enough, young man, and you are such a lovely girl," Alicent says to you, "and I would no doubt adore the grandchildren you will provide me—"

"Oh my gods," you stifle your giggles as Aemond makes a discordant sound in the back of his throat, like a cat hacking a saw. Otto is laughing into his wine while Helaena is making gagging noises in the background.

"— but I hope to have them when Aemond's at least graduated, so that he can provide well for you." Alicent nods, blinking. You can tell that the wine is catching up to her. "He's a good boy so I'm sure he'll do right by you. But I at least want you both to be married, of course, I would prefer if Aegon or Helaena got married first but—"

"— and that's my cue to stage left, folks," Helaena says, making a face as she grabs the entire tub of cookies and cream. "If anyone needs me, I'm in my room trying to find a husband so my baby brother can get married, gods forbid he carries on with bastards from his beautiful girlfriend— whomst, by the way, is my best friend, dunno how we're forgetting my credit in all of this."

Aemond shakes his head. "They're not sleeping here, mom, and providing you grandchildren is not in my agenda." He tugs your hand, smirking as he pulls you close only to whisper playfully, "Not tonight at least."

You shiver, laughing under your breath. "I dunno if you know this, but I have these two great friends called Birth and Control."

He breaks into a laugh and that, at least, eases the tension until you round up in his room, trying to give Helaena a meaningful look but you don't think she understands it with how she salutes you with her spoon, winking audaciously.

"Here." Aemond flicks the light on and his childhood bedroom brings a smile to your face. It's cerebral, the faint blue of his textured wallpaper, the perfectly lined books, even the framed achievements. But there's also the Oasis poster, the little figurines that you know is part of some Old Valyrian battle replica he collected when he was younger, even his old fencing gear and an exact photo of it alongside his club master, his grandfather, and family friend, Criston Cole.

"It's been a while since I've been here," you tease lightly. "It's kind of funny of your mom to think I'd be the first hot girl to christen your childhood bed."

He hums, turning away as he closes the door. When he turns back, he's rolled back his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks at you with sincerity.

"It wouldn't be much of a competition to beat. You were the first hot girl I'd ever got inside my room."

"Ahh. Right. Teasing you before your growth spurt was the highlight of my week."

Aemond let out an aggressive sigh as you laugh. "I was a senior in high school when I met you, riña, this is getting ridiculous. Borderline paedophilic since I had you moaning an hour ago."

You heave, slapping his arm. "Okay, stop, you made it weird now. Gross. Eugh."

"Promise you'll stop now?"

"Fine, I promise."

An awkwardness settles before Aemond nods at the double French doors. "Wanna talk on the patio? You've always liked my room's view than Lae's."

"Yeah," you grin. "'Cos you got the only view of the lake."

"You can barely see it with the trees. And this darkness." Reason out all he wants, but he opens the door for you, and the cool air is crisp and nice against your warm skin.

You hold out on the ledge, squinting your eyes so you can see peeks of luminous bounce of the calm lake between dark sways of forest. Once in a while, it glitters and glimmers, making itself known.

"It isn't fully true though."

"What is?" Aemond fixes his elbows, warmth pressed against yours as he stares at a fixed point of nowhere. But you can feel his tension, feel his questions he's trying to be patient to keep in. You're glad for it. Grateful. Because it gives you enough courage to confess.

"I hung out in your room because I liked hanging out with you," you admit. "Teasing you was the highlight of my day."

"Gee. Thanks."

"I was more surprised you kept letting me hang out with you when I did nothing but annoy you."

"Why do you think that is, ñuha riña?" he asks softly.

"Because you're sweet?"

The way he's looking at you... it makes you breatheless. Especially when he moves to turn fully toward you, taking you by your elbows, and you close your eyes when he leans in expecting his mouth on you, your heart dancing in the palm of his hand because it feels so, so easy to trust Aemond with it, instead he presses his lips underneath your eye, nuzzling against your nose. It shatters and remakes your heart, making you hold onto his shirt for some semblance of comfort.

"Because I've always liked you," he whispers against your skin as if it's his best kept secret. "Because I'm weak when it comes to you. Because you," he breathes against your mouth, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a tug, "make it easy to want you."

A weak laugh escapes your lips and his mouth follows the sound as if he wants to swallow it, but you press a palm to his chest. He growls.

"Easy there, tiger, that didn't sound much like a compliment."

He pulls back, holding your face. "Sorry, shit, I didn't mean— I'm not good at this. I meant... you're unattainable. Not just as Helaena's best friend but... you're cool, you're fucking gorgeous and incredibly hilarious."

"Ñuha jorrāelagon." He breathes care into the word. The word is lost on me and I force my brain to pocket it like a love letter so I can search it up. "I never thought I could be here, touching you like this." Without warning, he moulds his lips to yours in a harsh, deep kiss. It's quick but it leaves you breathless, his voice coming up ragged. "Kiss you like this. It feels like I'm in a dream and I'm struggling to let go of it. So a while ago... after..."

You nod, pressing your forehead against his, unable to look at him in the eye. You focus on touching him, your hands sliding down, making him shiver when you go underneath his shirt, skating his side until you warm your cool fingers with his spine.

"That's the thing, Aemy," you whisper. "In your head, by your words, I'm always a version to you."

He calls your name, leaning back and you're forced to see the confusion on his face.

"Helaena's best friend. Past that, an unattainable crush. Now a fake girlfriend. Someone you use to get Alys' attention, and who better than the unattainable crush? It's a pedestal, Aemy."

"It's not like that, that was a bad, convoluted—"

"But it's the truth, it's how I feel. And though that sucks, I understand." You take his hands as you step back and he's frowning harder, the lines deepen and his jaw is tight. "I knew what I was getting into, you know? But things change because I've changed."

"It's Cregan, isn't it?" he snarls, tugging his hands away.

"Oh, you jealous idiot, it's you! We've gone over this, you incredible dumbass!"

"Me? How the hell is this about—"

"— because I love you!" you shout. Then stop, inhale. Blink. Aemond copies it. It's almost hilarious. "Or I know I can be."

He works his jaw, turning away. "I don't understand."

"Okay, here it is." You inhale. "Just listen and breathe for a second, okay? Okay? Don't turn away from me." You pull him back by his chin, smiling faintly at the pout you form. "Say you understand."

He sighs, taking your hand. "Yes, I understand."

"I can't compete with someone you've loved for so long," you start softly, staring at your conjoined hands wondering if this is the last time you'll get to hold him like this. "Without you showing you can love me for more than that. I can't compete with your own ideal happy ending if I'm not part of it. I won't. I refuse." Your smile is wry, it's heartbreak and it's strings. You wish you had the energy to scream, to act like a brat and demand his heart, his promises in gold-ink and pink-veined hue. It's what your heart wants.

But you're of big age. You've seen love in its spaces, how it takes root in people, how it affects the world around you.

And you know you cannot love him if he does not make the effort to love you in the same way.

Your heart is in your throat but the words come out anyway. "Because I love you, Aemy. And I know I can fight for you. I can fight for what we have. I can wake up tomorrow and choose to love you with the same degree, if not fiercer, if I could. And I could do that again and again. That's how love works. You have to wake up tomorrow, see me, and choose to love me all over again."

You smile gently, sadly. "I can't allow myself to be loved in halves. I've done that before, I'm not doing it again. Not even for you."

You bring yourself on your tip toes— damn tall, beautiful rat bastard — and brush your lips on the corner of his. His eye closed. "I'm not going to pressure you for an answer. Alys was... Alys is a big part of what you know is love, and I respect that. I understand that it'll be hard, but I need to know if you're willing to let go of it for me. Because I can promise you I can love you. But I won't. Not without assurance that you can try for me."

"What are you asking me?" he asks softly, straightening. There's a hard line going into his body, like a dutiful student given an assignment.

"I'm asking you to think if you can see past the little statue you've made of me. See me breathing. Alive, just like this." You press a hand to his face and retrieve it back before he can hold it. He shots you a look of betrayal. "I'm going home with Hel. You know how to message me, okay? Bye, dōna zaldrīzes."sweet dragon.

His eye flick upward, shock and heartbreak and confusion moulds and twists into such a beautiful blue, mouth agape trying to find words he can't find— and you smile wryly, turning away and leaving.

You get to Helaena's door quick, knocking soon after.

"Hmph!"

"You're either getting choked by a robber or masturbating, and really Hel, I need you to make two grunts to tell me the former so I can bust down the door because I don't want to see you bust a—"

The door swings wide, Helaena's face in a comical irritation.

"That is so fucked up, I hope you know— hey, hey." Her irritation sweeps into a frown as you fail to contain your watery eyes. "What happened? What's wrong? What did Aemond do? Oh, that little twerp—"

"— it's not him, it's not him, chill, I just wanna go home, yeah? Get our cakes and go, please?"

Hel's frown deepens, eyes darting back to Aemond's door.

"Please, Helaena," you beg. "I'll tell you when we get home. I'll make us special drinks."

She takes your hand, determination wound tight with concern. "Sure thing, babe. Let's go."

When you make your hasty departure to her grandfather of all of them, Alicent already in bed and the other boys still in the gaming room, cakes in hand, you tow over Helaena's baby blue buggy— she leans over at you with a hand on the ignition, whispering as if she was afraid, "You— are you meeting Cregan tonight? After, I mean." Her eyes widen. "I'm not judging, I'd never—"

"No, no, I understand. You'd never judge me for that, I know. But no. Just you and me tonight."

She smiles softly. It's not like Aemond's but they don't look that apart that it still stings. "Love you."

"Love you too, lovebug."

Loving Helaena isn't hard.

Just as you know loving Aemond wouldn't be, despite it all. But it isn't you that has issues that needs handling, and you've put everything in his court now.

And yet you can't deny your hope.

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icarustypicalfall · 5 months

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Reminiscence

König x reader

masterlist

summary: How is it that a fleeting moment, a mere jiffy between reality and fantasy, can grasp our souls and leave us yearning or empathizing for the rest of our limited existence?

warnings: sfw, usual cod violence, wounds, guns, angst?, comfort, ending...?

word count: 2,3k

notes: my autocorrecter turned every könig with the usual o so if you see one pretend you didn't.. also this fic is so random and i have no clue what happened

“my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake”

Colonel König was a man who took pride in everything he did. He lived a long life, serving alongside his brother Horangi in both successful and challenging missions. Little was known about his past, as he guarded it as if it were a sin. However, deep down, one could sense that the colonel carried a burden, a mysterious weight from the past that only he could comprehend.

Once again, he awoke in his office, drenched in cold sweat with a single tear streaming down his face, evidence of the nightmare that had just haunted his brief slumber. He longed to forget, to erase the memories that had plagued him for years. But no matter how much time passed, moving on seemed an impossible task.

König vividly recalled the scene, replaying it countless times in his mind. There were moments when he secretly desired to descend into madness and never wake up, to relive the painful dream over and over until the colours of his memory faded.

His ultimate fear was not death itself, for he had already died when he left, but rather the possibility of forgetting the sound of your beloved voice or the sensation of tender flesh.

December 12 #### [03:24 am]

Location: [classified]

Operation: [classified]

The pain was unbearable, and he desperately wished for anything to end it, even if it meant shutting his shallow breath forever.

As a child, König dreamt of becoming a sniper. He couldn't explain why, but he yearned for that role deeply, idolizing the revered warriors portrayed in the movies he watched every Friday night.

But as he grew older, his dream transformed into a painful reality. He never anticipated that this simple wish would leave him isolated in the wilderness, with no one to share his throe.

At the age of twenty-two, freshly graduated from military training with the rank of private, König quickly ascended the ranks. His towering physique and exceptional abilities certainly played a part, but it was his unwavering discipline and outstanding performance that truly caught the attention of his superiors. He obediently followed every order, earning the respect of sergeants and majors alike.

Yet König did not mind this, for he harboured the aspiration of becoming a leader one day. Perhaps then, his childhood dream would manifest into reality.

He found himself in this particular location, alongside fellow soldiers, embarking on a mission to test their abilities. It was meant to be a swift operation, in and out, dealing with a drug trafficking affair. At least, that's what he believed.

But reality proved to be harsh, mercilessly slapping him across the face. The frontline was a treacherous arena; once you stepped onto it, there was no guarantee of stepping back.

Every soldier eventually came to realize this as they reloaded their guns, with each bullet either ending a life or starting one. It was a painful cycle, where lives were lost and shattered, yet there seemed to be no alternative for humanity to coexist other than beheading their enemies.

König groaned, searching for his comrades who awaited a sign amidst the unforgiving terrain. The house they were about to breach stood eerily silent, a stark contrast to the constant movement of the criminals they pursued. Suddenly, something rolled out from the darkness, making it impossible to discern its nature.

The silence was shattered by screams and cries of terror.

The gas bomb had served as a distraction. König crawled, feeling the burning air and painful lacerations surrounding him. Though he was away from the epicentre, the effects were still noticeable. Slowly, he eliminated the immediate threat and proceeded to infiltrate the house in search of any remaining criminals. It was a poor abode, with an old sofa in the living room and an assortment of cheap DVDs and guns. As he turned, he heard a movement behind him.

König shut his eyes, feeling the searing sensation spreading through his body. The stab wound wasn't deep, but it caused excruciating pain. He winced as he swiftly eliminated the assailant before collapsing to the ground, frantically searching for anything that could staunch the bleeding in his stomach.

"No, not a tourniquet," he thought, realizing the wound needed to be packed with something to stop the bleeding and alleviate the dizziness in his head. Slowly, he stumbled out of the house and into the surrounding woods, struggling to remember where his teammates were. The cowards had abandoned him, assuming he was dead.

Leaning against a tree, König regretted tearing his shirt, as the cold breeze and dampness of the forest began to affect his body temperature. Shivering, he fought to retain the little warmth he had left as he reached for his radio. How could his comrades, the ones he had done everything to keep safe, leave him behind as though he were nothing more than an insignificant pebble in the road?

His knees grew heavy, and he collapsed onto the ground. The radio slipped from his grasp, just a few steps away, yet reaching for it felt like an insurmountable task. With each passing second, König felt his strength wane, and he slowly began to follow the beckoning light. A gentle beam enveloped him as he caught sight of his mother's tender face. She smiled, extending her hand towards him, just like she used to do in the old days when she would walk him to kindergarten and affectionately call him her "Schnecke."

König closed his eyes, surrendering to the cold embrace under the solitary tree.

13th December #### [11:15 am]

"No, Lou, don't wake him up. Go out, you silly dog."

König opened his eyes, feeling disoriented. He couldn't remember where he was, so he rubbed his temples and attempted to sit up. Instantly, he regretted it, as a sharp pain shot through his side.

"Oh no no no, sit back down, you're still injured!"

König almost flinched at the sweet voice and turned to see you. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought he was in heaven.

You smiled at him, a sweet grin, while patting a dog who was wagging its tail happily. König stared at you, mouth agape and in shock. You were magnificent, if not more.

He hadn't expected anyone to be living here. The cabin itself was a sight to behold, with its wooden floors and walls reminiscent of his grandpa's old cabin. He smiled as he noticed the crackling fire, realizing that he wasn't sleeping on a dusty bed with torn blankets. Everything in this small place exuded comfort.

He struggled to sit up but winced in pain before murmuring with a low, husky voice, "A... are you an angel?"

You laughed dismissively, shaking your head with warmth and amusement. He wished he could stay by your side and make you laugh forever.

Taking a breath, you handed him a mug of warm tea. "No, I am not an angel, but you can call me that if you wish," you said, settling in a wooden chair beside him.

König held the cup tightly, taking a slow sip of the tea, just the way he liked it—burning with no sugar. He hummed with satisfaction, noticing that he was shirtless, with large bandages wrapped around his abs and stomach.

You quickly explained, your cheeks blushing slightly. "Lou found you when we were out at dawn. My dad and I brought you here, treated your wounds, and your clothes are drying over there..." You pointed to the fire, where he saw his combat boots and uniform drying.

König smiled, not knowing what to say. He simply stared at you, yearning for you to continue speaking. He would give you anything you desired, even carve his chest and offer you his heart if you wished.

He muttered, now feeling more at ease with you so close. "I am sorry, Engel, for the... burden."

You frowned, and he wished he could bury himself alive at the sight of your small, annoyed expression. "There's no need to apologise," you reassured him.

He appreciated your kindness and refrained from saying more. He leaned back, closing his eyes and enjoying the gentle sounds of the crackling fire and the rain pouring outside.

König was young and had never thought much about the future, but after seeing you, he vowed to move heaven and earth for your sake. He would willingly descend into the depths of hell with a grin if it meant seeing you smile.

König woke up later from his short nap, his stomach partially growling from the enticing aroma of soup cooking. He smiled apologetically, looking at your tired form as you approached him with a shy smile.

"I need to... um... change your bandages," you said, blushing slightly. He rejoiced at your adorable and sweet blush, sitting up and exposing his stomach for you to treat.

Your gentle touch on his skin made him shiver, trying his best to ignore your proximity and the alluring scent of your perfume as you tended to his wound, though it was almost impossible.

Finally, he looked away, wincing slightly as you accidentally scratched his wound. Your small apology and the comforting hand that cupped his knee were enough to make him feel lightheaded. You had already claimed his heart, it might as well be yours completely.

16th December #### [23:35]

In just three days, König had fallen head over heels with you. He believed that this fleeting enchantment was a reward for his heroic deeds. He had the pleasure of getting to know your father, basking in your delightful presence, and listening to the soothing melody of your voice as you read or sang to him.

As the days went by, König discovered some of your secrets —your deep passion for baking and your dream of opening a bakery. Your voice, sweet as honey, captivated him completely. Often, he found himself daydreaming as you enthusiastically shared your plans for the future. Secretly, he longed to be a part of that future, to spend countless nights gazing into your eyes, like a sky full of shimmering stars. He yearned to be by your side, to blend with you into a single entity and dive into the depths of an ocean where no one else could reach.

However, he knew that these moments were fleeting, for he had to leave. With a heavy heart and mournful eyes, he glanced around the cabin, wishing he could express his deep gratitude. He wanted nothing more than to whisk you away from this world, for you, a sweet and kind woman, deserved to be treated like a cherished princess from an old fairytale. His life was filled with terror, sins, and agony, while yours appeared to be nothing but pure bliss.

But he knew it wasn't right. You belonged here, and he was merely a simple disturbance in your perfect, sweet dream.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at you with a sad smile. Pulling you close, he breathed in the scent of your perfume, a blend of sweet vanilla and cinnamon, hoping to etch it into his memory forever. Reluctantly, he pulled away and gazed at you, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"Take care of yourself, Engel... I will come back."

Desiring a bond, something to remind you of him, he knew he couldn't be with you. At least, he wanted something of his to remain close to your heart. Before you could protest, he slipped a bracelet made of red beads onto your wrist, urging you to accept it despite your slight frown.

"It's a gift. Take care of it until I see you again."

Your lips quivered, realizing that this was the end, a potential tale cut short before it even began. There was nothing you could do to change it. Some things just weren't meant to be, and deep down, you already knew that. But Konig was no ordinary man you had met by chance. His eyes concealed a painful past, a gentle soul, and a heart overflowing with love. Finally, you mustered the words, accepting the gift.

"Thank you... I promise I'll take good care of it."

After that night, König never saw you again.

Months later, he returned, only to find the area abandoned, with no trace of his Engel. He lived in denial, refusing to face the reality. He knew you were somewhere in this world, and the mere thought of being close to you but not close enough tore him apart. He searched for you tirelessly, interrogating every individual who might have known of your whereabouts, but to no avail.

König was strong, enduring everything - the grueling training in freezing nights, bullets piercing his flesh, and the heart-wrenching loss of his precious comrades. Yet, losing you had left his heart in ruins. Only God knows how much he despised starting over, burying the past and pretending it never existed.

What have you done? Where have you hidden his heart? Will you give it back?

He sighed, his voice barely a whisper carried away by the cold breeze. Years later, he continued the ritual he had adopted after losing you. Every night, he would gaze at the old scars you had left behind, his fingers tracing the marked flesh, finding solace in reminiscing about your sweet gestures when you tended his wounds.

König snapped back to reality, feeling a reassuring pat on his shoulder from Horangi, his steadfast companion. The bond between them was stronger than that of brothers, providing unwavering support in the face of any adversity. They stepped outside together, deciding to stop at a café for some coffee while keeping an eye out for their next task.

As they approached the café, König's heart tightened at the sight of its name, "Engel." He pushed open the door, a weight of anticipation settling upon him. The familiar scent engulfed him as he made his way to the counter. A woman greeted him with a warm smile, whispering softly,

"Just a moment, and I'll be right with you!"

Her voice and smile, etched in his memory for a lifetime, made his mind wander. And then, he noticed the familiar red bracelet adorning her wrist. It couldn't be possible. He muttered, his voice barely audible, as if he was once again a wounded soldier in the woods, "Engel ?"

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demigodickrider · 5 months

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indefinitely, forever ☆ okkotsu yuuta! [3/3]

okkotsu yuuta (post shibuya) x fem!reader click here for: part one | part two | part three - no spoilers from the manga, dwdw ;) - alternative universe where yuuta is an SCP? - [18+] three-part series, 10k+ words in total

(note: not proofread, expect grammar mistakes) warning: contains SMUT, reader is a virgin, yuuta is a bit OOC/has that gojo satoru influence, romance, happy ending but contains slight angst and comfort, 2nd person pov, reader swears like a sailor

Yuta rolls his eyes playfully at you, large hands toying with the hem of your shirt. It was unnatural just how touch-starved he was; the relentless need to touch you, any part of you, imprinted into the deepest parts of his soul somewhere. "So, do you want to continue?"

"Continue what?"

"Like, if you wanna fuck.. or something..."

"Huh?!" Now its your turn to be continuously shocked.

"O-Only if you want to!" Yuta insists, clamping a hand over his nose and lips out of embarrassment followed by his classic shy gaze to the side. He turns a shade of red you have never imagined anyone could turn to, but Okkotsu Yuta had always defied the impossible.

You've already lost your first kiss to the floor while being chased down by the same man you just made out with.

So would it truly hurt to just fuck him?

No, it wouldn't.

It wouldn't at all.

His eyes watch your every move. He has a bad habit of staring at people, you note. You pry the calloused fingers off his face and capture his lips in another kiss, this time sensual and passionate.

"Are you sure?" He asks, just before he returns the kiss.

"Stop talking and just fuck me already."

"Will do, ma'am." He teases, sealing your protests with his lips.

Yuta wastes no time in helping you discard your top off, trailing butterfly kisses from your mouth and down your neck. Strong arms rest on either side of your body, hands large than yours clasping over the back and holding you down. His kisses now felt ticklish and feverish, each leaving a scorch on your skin akin to summer heat.

Heat pools between your thighs. You weakly tug at his collar to let him know that you want to see him; just as he had showed off before. Yuta ends the butterfly trail at your sternum, right above your breasts. He stands upright and grins wickedly at you.

"So eager to see me?"

"Shut up, you were the one eager enough to strip for me."

"Mhm," Yuta grips the back collar and pulls it off of him, greeting you with an all-too familiar sight for your eyes to feast on. You can't help but stare at his torso. No one would know that such a strong build was lying beneath the soft material of your sweater. The uniform he had on earlier did nothing for his form as it covered everything your eyes had glory to rest on now. Your fingers yearn for contact; they ghost across thickened skin, hardened with muscle from years of training and killing. "I bet you enjoyed the show, didn't you? Since you sided with me because of my body."

"Don't listen to Maki!"

He giggles, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. You huff, but the sight of him leaning into your touch has you feeling all-forgiving.

"Sorry. Good thing nudity is allowed here."

You were about to protest yet again but he dampens your voice with the palm of his hand. With his other, he unclasps your bra and pushes the strap off each shoulder, leaving a kiss on them as he did.

"W-Wait..."

Yuta ignores your pleads this time, resuming the trail of kisses down to your breasts. Your body instinctively arches up when he plays with the buds on your right breast, watching how it hardens in the cold. He latches onto your left breast next, his hot tongue swirling around the swollen areola and flicking it upwards. Pleasure strummed through your body and you grabbed both his wrists to steady yourself. Soft moans leave your lips as Yuta's tongue works wonders, his other hand nipping the bud playfully.

"Oh, fuck." You wrap your legs around his waist, caging him to you. With your bodies pressed against each other you could feel the dig of his crotch on your clothed half. Not wanting to lose the battle, you started to rut your hips in tandem with his suckling on your breasts, an awkward position to be in but it worked given the heavy groans you were receiving from the man. "Oh, Yuta..."

Yuta hums, switching to your other breast. "Must I give this one some attention too?" He pinches the nub in his hand and licks it.

"Mhm..."

"Hm?"

"P-Please." You were in too deep to really formulate anything.

He's pleased with your answer and continues to suck on it, earning a damn near pornographic moan from you.

The tension hung heavy in the air, once-clear windows fogging up from the heat you were both sharing. One moan after another, he drank up the breathy praises, doing his absolute best to please you. "So good, please don't stop..." Not that he ever would. The taste of your skin was addicting to him, and he worshiped your body in ways words never could, pouring every inch of love he had in him to the way he pleasured you. His hands grab at every patch of skin he could cover, running them up and down your body, over and over again in a routine only he knows. Yuta meets your lips in another fiery kiss, fingers dancing ever-so-lightly over the waistband of your pajama shorts, as if waiting for your permission.

You deepen the kiss, a hand shifting through the soft tufts of his black hair and another resting on his broad shoulder. You swipe your tongue on his lower lip and he gives in, opening up, your tongue breaking through and exploring his mouth. His skin shivers to this, reacting sensitively even to the lightest of touches. He tastes of mild peppermint and a tad of coffee from the one you had given to him earlier. He folds into your play, hands finally slipping past the waistband and pulling your pants down. He's attentive as his large hands glide down your body, feeling the stretch marks on your hips and thighs; every inch of you a different texture that he liked.

He whines cutely when your lips leave his to steady your breath. "I can't do this, I need to taste you. I'll die if I don't."

"No one's stopping you, big boy."

The words went straight to his dick, already leaking with precum and uncomfortably tight in his pants. But he'll gladly cast his orgasm aside just for you to feel fully satisfied by him, being the gentleman that he is. He gives you a light peck and make quick work of your underwear, pulling it by the teeth and shoving them down to your ankles. He then pries your thighs further apart, catching sight of your glistening folds, already wet with arousal from earlier.

"Y-Yuta, don't stare like that." You attempt to close your thighs together. He shushes you, keeping them open.

His curiosity gets the better of him when his index finger traces down and up on your exposed cunt agonizingly slow, your body twitching in response to it. Your breaths turn shallow; airy and needy with every stroke he gives it. Yuta studies how your chest heaves every time his finger ghosts over your clit, and the slight tremor from your legs.

"Ever been eaten out before?"

"N-No. Why?"

"No reason."

"W-Wait.. you're not s-supposed to-!"

Your moans fill the apartment when he goes down on you. A starved man with a five-course meal ready at his service, tongue lapping up your juices. You're no longer sitting up now, your back against the cold surface with your thighs pressed on your chest. Your legs hang over his shoulders and Yuta grunts at the taste of you; nothing could ever live up to this. His guilty indulgence continues its ravage on your sweet cunt, the fingers in his hair tugging at its roots only egging him on as he devours you. Your clit begs for mercy from his sucking, swollen and red yet the pleasure comes in waves. Goosebumps prickle your skin, this time from a good cause. Tears threaten to spill from just how good he was eating you out, especially when his tongue starts entering you. Warm and languid, he pushes into your hole as far as he could with a finger rubbing on your clit.

"Oh- fuck, that feels so good, Yuta- please..."

His name on your lips was a devout prayer to him. In the moonlight, his eyes hint a shade of blue, fluttering open to watch you. Your head is tossed back, sweat beading across your forehead and your neck, hands no longer have the energy to grip his soft hair when he's propelling you fast towards your first orgasm. His fingers work magic on the tiny bud on your cunt, the little bundles of nerves jerking together once you feel the pressure reach a breaking point.

"W-Wait, feel funny like- mgh, like its-"

Orgasm rips through you hard and blindingly white; with the only indicator of it ever happening being the strangled sob that left your dry lips. Your body convulses, arching up and tensing, tears leaving the crevices of your eyelids. His tongue leaves you only when the trembling subsides. Yuta admires how cute your clit spasms from the overstimulation. Slick covers your cunt and inner thigh.

"Feel good?" Eyes heavy with lust search your face for signs of discomfort, relieved when you mumble a weak yes. He picks you up, cradling you in his arms, "Wanna taste yourself?"

You manage a single nod. Your lips meet in a slow kiss, tongue delving into each other's mouths again. There's a tinge of sweetness on him that wasn't there previously. The orgasm had left your eyes hazy and your mind in a fuzz; all you could really feel was the primal urge to just fuck him. Your body groans in misery from how empty you felt without him. Your free hand tugs on the band of his pants impatiently. He lets go of you, a string of saliva interconnected. He fumbles with his pants and throws it somewhere behind him. He’s left in his boxers and a visible bulge.

He’s beyond needy when you palm his entrapped cock.

"Yuta..." And you're begging for it too.

"I know, I know. So eager for me." He kisses the tips of your fingers and undresses himself, freeing his dick from the confines of his tight boxers. It springs up, lathered in his own precum, upright and demanding attention. It's just as pretty as you imagined, as beautiful as the man himself. "Do you want me to put it in you yet?"

"C-Can I try... uh..."

"Oh," He realizes with a smile, "You wanna have a taste?"

Your head bobs with determination. You've never had sex before, let alone given someone a sex-job of any kind. His right hand pumps on his length. He could easily be seven inches long, and you doubt that it's all he had to offer. Yuta pats your thigh, "You sure?"

"I've never given a blowjob before." You admitted.

"That's okay. I'll teach you."

With the assistance of his arms around you, you stood. He's taller than you by a few centimeters. You've watched enough porn to know that you'd have to kneel down to reach his height, but waited for his orders nonetheless. He puts both hands on your shoulders and pushes you down on your knees, as expected, before placing a thumb on your lips. "Open wide. And try to keep your teeth away."

You did as you're told, opening your mouth up.

"Pinch me hard if it hurts." You agree to the terms and Yuta takes a deep breath, sliding his dick into your mouth. It's warm and comforting, the image of it going down a forever memory. Just as you expected, he's bigger than what you've normally seen; you keep your teeth away and suck in a breath when it glides in, only choking a little when it hits the back of your throat. He stifled a moan, patting your head as a way to tell you that you're taking him well. "Oh fuck," It's odd to see him so tearful, "Your mouth's so.. ah.. warm."

Doe eyes stare up at him, waiting for a move.

"Y-Yeah," He swallows, "You can move now."

With closed eyes you start to bob your head at a slow pace, testing the waters first. The hand on your head forms into a gripping fist, the other holding onto the counter edge for stability. Yuta's breathing heavily, trying his best to stay still for you. Now that you've orally memorized his length, you started to speed up at a constant space, letting your right hand rest on his thigh and the other pumping him up. The entirety of him wouldn't fit you just yet. For some reason, the sounds he’s making caused your cunt to throb even deeper with need.

"Slow down.. Hah..." His voice is raw and deep.

You could feel him harden inside. You suck in your cheeks as much as you could, vacuuming all space for a tighter hold on his dick.

"O-Oh, fuck.. fuck..." This has him hunching over, and panting like the bitch in heat he is, "I-Is this really your first.. ah.. time..?"

You swirl your tongue up to the tip and free his dick with a pop. The absence of his cock left your throat scratchy and your voice similar to sandpaper. You drag your tongue up from the base, following a protruding vein. Yuta whimpers at the sensation pathetically, wanting more albeit also wanting you to be in control. The momentum of his orgasm came crashing down.

"Do I really suck dick that good?"

You attempt to blow the strands of hair sticking to your face.

Tender fingers rake the strands away in a voiceless reply, tucking them behind your ear. Rather, he picks you up for the umpteenth time that day, letting your legs wrap around him once more- and sets you back down on the sofa. The sofa dips down when he kneels on the edge, forcing your thighs apart for the second time. He puts his middle and ring finger in his mouth, coating them in his saliva all while looking at you. Something changed in the way he looked at you.

A tad bit deranged.

Like if he didn't fuck you now he was going to really die.

"Honestly, it made me want you all to myself." He confesses, slipping his middle finger into you. You squeak at his admission, cheeks flushing redder. Your walls stretch around the digit, pulsing and coming alive, a gasp aloud at the sudden intrusion. It wasn't unwelcomed - feels uncomfortable and good at the same time. You've masturbated a couple times before with the same two fingers, but this just felt different. Something about the texture of his hands and how he curls it deep inside took your breath away. He pushes it in, slow and controlled, letting you adjust to his one finger alone. "Think you can handle two for me?"

"That's just one?!"

"I'm bigger than that." Yuta muses, watching you squirm slightly around his finger. It would be too painful for you to take him head-on, considering his size. With god-like patience, he retracts his finger only to slide it back in again repeatedly, widening the hole.

"O-Okay. You can put another one in-"

Tight. So tight.

So tight that you had to hold your breath. The ring that you never noticed was now submerged deep in you too. It's cool unlike the snugness of your vagina. "Y-You're married???"

The man laughs in response, "I wouldn't call it married."

"So I'm screwing with someone else's lover????"

"No, you’re screwing with your lover."

Ooooooh and do his words melt your heart. Red adds to the pink already charming your cheeks and you look away. "Womanizer."

Yuta chuckles, "You'd be the second person to tell me that." If it wasn't for him moving without your orders you would've forgotten that he had your fingers in you. Your slick walls had accommodated them so perfectly he wondered if you were actually meant for him. He scissors his fingers apart, trying to get your walls to stretch even further. Deep within your walls, he starts to pump and curl on the spongy patch embedded on the upper side of your vagina.

He hits it again and again, and each time makes you even wetter than before. He barrels you towards your second orgasm, drinking up the view of your sweaty body twitching when it explodes. You spasm underneath him, mouth open to let out a silent scream.

His fingers leave you with a squelch.

He licks them off. If Yuta could rate you as a meal, he'd give you 6 stars and a Golden Prize Award for Best Pussy. That's just how good you tasted to the boy. He’s handsy again, hands traveling across your body while his cock spreads your folds, feeling you underneath.

“Are you sure you want this raw?”

Your half-lidded eyes bat at him, "Shut up and fuck me."

Amusement glinted in his eyes, “Sorry.” He apologizes mockingly, tone far from apologetic. Yuta takes one last look at you for time’s sake and enters you, pausing when his tip fully breached the inside. It’s barely all of him and it has the butterflies in your stomach taking flight. He pushes the rest of him into you meticulously, afraid of breaking you.

Dull pain shot through you when he broke through, “W-Wait!”

“Are you okay?” He stops, hair matted to his forehead. He’s itching to move so badly with how warm you were hugging his cock. Tears filled up your eyes from how it stinged, but you didn’t want him out. You raise a hand and he understands, granting you some time to get used to his full length. He’s inside you entirely to the hilt, pressing against your womb.

Yuta Okkotsu and his impossibly big dick be damned.

“I-I’m okay now.” He’s on cloud fucking nine the way you squeezed him.

“How do you want it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Let me know if it hurts then. Safe word’s Okkotsu.” Yuta crawls forward and cages your head between his forearms, sharing the same breath you do. Being in charge turned him cocky, a 180° difference from the shy, timid person so worried for you not long ago. You raise a brow at him, and he raises a brow back at you. “Unless you plan on screaming that name of mine too.”

“H-Hey!”

He turns a deaf ear to your stammering, shifting your legs on his shoulder. You feel his dick slide in slightly further and the impatience brimming from him, “I’ll move now.”

Yuta pulls out his length.

Then he slams it back with full force, knocking the wind out of you.

You yelp, followed by a groan, which soon turned into chains of moaning from how hard he was rutting in you. He isn’t quiet by any means either, groaning and grunting equally loud in your ear while he fucks irrationally fast into you. Pain turns to pleasure, the same way your moans turn into high-pitched prayers of his name, saliva drooling from the edge of your lips and eyelashes damp from your tears. Dirty praises drip from his ever-loving lips with every second he spends rough-fucking you. It hits the same spot each time without fail, building up your release. The couch creaks repeatedly, and it would be to no one’s surprise if you had to replace it.

Unlike the kiss you first shared with him, his lips are ruthless- now serving as a way to effectively shut you up. He adored your fingers; how small they were compared to his, now groaning at how they feel scraping down his body, red marks littering his back. He loved how you detested him in the early hours of meeting him and how easily you succumbed to him now, a moaning mess of his own doing. He reveled in the way your body accepted him so easily at the first touch, second, third and the ones you share with him right now.

He absolutely,

truly,

devastatingly,

loved you.

You babble incoherent words, so cockdrunk that the only word he could make out was his name in begging. “Yuta Yuta Yuta-” His hands move to grip your waist for better control. Your folds wrapped so perfectly around his dick that he found it exceedingly difficult to move out each time; every millisecond out of it made him pound back in twice as hard. He aches for more: more of the sex, more of your touch, more of your moans, and more of his name out your mouth.

If he could spend every second of his life devoted to you, he truly would. Whatever energy lost in the heat of the moment was reclaimed by the sounds you made for him. Yuta buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the faint smell of your vanilla shampoo he too shared. Your skin was so soft unlike his, how could it be? You were both human, but you were the perfection he wished he was and he felt blessed to lay even a single finger on you. The pinnacle of God’s creation, laid all bare and fucked out for his infatuated eyes to obsess.

He could feel his orgasm approaching anytime soon.

Yuta bites into you hard enough to draw blood.

“I-It h-hurts…” You choke on your own words, sobbing under his mercy.

“You’re taking it.. hah, so…. well for me, aren’t.. you?” He cooes at you between breaths, kitten licking the spot to soothe your crying. He couldn’t resist the urge to mark you up, your pussy swallowing him deep so much that he’s utterly pussydrunk, only obsessed with the thought of you. How could he, when you’re so perfect and obedient to him? He owed you your life, and he’s fucking you so good that the hands on your waist would inevitably bruise you. His tongue readies another spot by your shoulder; sinking his teeth in once more and lapping up the blood that emerged from within.

“Oh yes, yes- yes - yes yes yes - oh! yes yes - yes-”

It wouldn’t matter if he hurt you, he’d heal you right up.

But why would he?

You looked so much better this way, under his mercy.

He slows down to a constant pace to check his work on you. A masterpiece of purple and blue, on show for everyone to see if your shirt were to uncover enough. Satisfied, he kisses the lobe of your ear, sighing when your moans turn a pitch higher when he nibbles on it.

“Look at you,” He’s as breathless as you are. “Taking me so well.”

His free hand finds its way back on your clit, stroking it in conjunction with the snap of his hips against yours. You’re reaching your third breaking point of the night- evident from the way your toes curl and the tremor in your legs.

“I-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…!”

“Y-Yeah? Me too.” He collects your weakened arms and pins them above you, fucking at the same pace. His eyes marvel in the sight of your fucked out expression, pupils blown absolutely wide, your mouth hanging open singing broken moans for him. A drug to remember; to indulge in forever, tucked into the craters of his mind. “Cum with me, pretty.”

“C-Coming!”

He pulls out just as your orgasm washes over you. Yuta places a hand over your mouth as you scream into it from the onslaught of pleasure running through your veins, bringing you close to the brink of unconsciousness. Your vision turns blurry; it took you time to realize that Yuta had come on you. Ropes of cum landed on your abdomen the same time you did, sultry and dense in white.

For a minute or so you both stayed in your positions, letting consciousness and rationality take over.

Exhaustion quickly befalls the two of you. You turn to the side and Yuta collapses next to you, flinging a protective arm around you. Now you’re locking eyes with each other, face-to-face, both completely stark naked. You wriggle your arm between your bodies to cup his cheek in your hand, admiring how good he looked all sweaty and tired.

He was the first to break the silence, “Do you forgive me?”

You wipe the edge of his lips, stained with lipstick.

“Yeah I do.”

He takes your hand and kisses the knuckles he had healed for you.

“Thank you.”

Aftercare and dinner could wait. The air stills into comfortable silence. It’s early December. The snow outside compels you both to rest, a gentle lullaby sung by the warmth that enveloped you two. Yuta strokes a reassuring thumb over your knuckles, a silent but sure promise to keep you safe. His dark eyes hold a newfound meaning now that you’ve given him your all.

You both share a soft smile, new to this chapter.

Soon you found yourself drifting off in the mess of your bodies entangled together.

Indefinitely, forever.

THE END LOL FUCKING FINALLY IM DONE I HOPE U ENJOYED emuach emuach uHHHHHH ©demigodickrider / aftercare link

#jjk #jjk x reader smut #smut #jjk smut #x reader #yuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuta #okkotsu yuuta #how the fuck do you spell hiss name #yuuta okkotsu #jesus christ #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #hallelujah im done #jujutsu kaisen x reader #romance #the end #what the fuck did i write

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thetriplets3 · 7 months

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whispering to each other + searching for the other’s hand in bed like theyre both tired but cant fall asleep (matt or chris x y/n or smt)

❝𝐢’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰❞

pairing: matt x reader (no defined relationship but mutual pining?)

warnings: brief mention of anxious thoughts, loneliness, depression, vague mention of suicidal wishes

a/n special thanks to @dwntwn-strnlo for editing this you’re the best and shoutout to whoever it was to color code dialogue i took that idea anyways enjoy 🍿

having my 3 best friends away on tour was hard enough but having a rough few weeks physically and mentally on top of that was really hard on me. since i've moved here i haven't really made any friends. parties, events, and crowded loud places aren't my thing which makes it hard to meet people. sure i've met people the odd time the boys dragged me out but i was never able to hold a conversation let alone willingly go up to people. which brings me to now.

the triplets asked if i wanted to come on tour with them but i was in the middle of the semester, the busiest time. so i've spent the past few weeks alone, only leaving when i had to work. it sucks having no one to be able to go do things with, to talk to, and to just be there.

mindlessly clicking through the stories of people i follow, just trying to distract myself from my own thoughts, my screen reveals the faces of the only people i wish i were with right now. my heart aches watching them have the time of their lives being able to explore places they always dreamed of and getting to show their personalities on stage. don't get me wrong i'm beyond happy for them and how successful they’ve become the last few years, but i just wish i were with them. quickly hearting matt’s story of him posing in front of the bean in chicago, i drop my phone beside me and get under my covers, curling up. he seemed so happy being on tour.

i lie there, thoughts wandering, and tears gently flowing as i realize how truly alone i am. my thoughts are disrupted when i feel my bed softly vibrate. lazily rolling over, i grab my phone only to be met with a text from the person i yearned for the most. matt.

heyyy look who’s alive!

where’ve ya been it’s been a while since any of us heard from you?

you doing okay?

unfortunately i've been busy, midterm term time sorry edited

i’m fine

looks like tour’s fun, you look happy

unfortunately? please take time for yourself too you can only do so much if you’re not at your best

you’ll do great on them don’t overwork yourself love

it’s a blast seeing new places, meeting new people, i just wish you were here

shoot i forgot you can see what the other person edited

i was kidding. i’ll try

i wish i was there i miss you but it makes me happy seeing you be successful

we’ll be home before you know it i miss you too

and with that i turn my phone off for the night and bury myself under my covers in a desperate attempt to shut my brain off from thinking things it shouldn't. as the hours passed i tossed more and more not able to fall asleep, stay asleep and get comfortable. peeking at my clock to see the glowing 6:44am, i roll over shoving my face into my pillow and let out an unnecessarily loud groan. seeing no point staying in bed just to not be able to sleep i pad my way to the living room, claiming it my spot for the day. i put on a random season of the office to fill the silence and loneliness that i've sadly become used to. having seen the office far too many times, it's become a comfort background show, making it easy for me to fall asleep.

i accidentally ordered a package to your house from the last time you used my amazon prime to order something. it says it’s been delivered could you just put it aside for me? have a good day

staring at my phone i reread matt's text a few times, my mind still fuzzy and confused thanks to my lack of sleep. finally understanding it after the 5th time, i wrap my blanket around my body and trudge over to the door to pick it up. opening the door and checking the ground for a package i'm met with beat up air forces instead. startled, my head whips just to confirm it's who i thought it was.

matt.

all the loneliness, emptiness, sadness, yearning to see you hit me at once, a wave of tears overcame me as i engulf you in a hug nearly sending you and i to the floor. no words have been spoken, there's no need to. i immediately bury my head into your chest, your one hand coming to cradle my head as the other holds me securely to your body. we stay like this for a few minutes before you slightly pull away grabbing my hands and placing them around your neck, sneaking a quick peck to my cheek as you do so. your hands snake around my waist and gently lift me, bringing both of us into my house. closing the front door we make our way to the living room sitting on the couch turning to face each other.

god i missed you. today was our last day of tour but we were gonna stay there and explore the city for a few days but i couldn’t wait any longer i needed to see you. i was worried about you and couldn't bare the thought of being away for another second.

i missed you more. things haven’t been right since you guys left

like what?

it feels stupid to say out loud but ive felt so alone. like i have no one other than you guys and that makes me feel so pathetic that i rely on you guys so much. i haven't been able to sleep that much my mind just won't shut up i kept thinking about you guys and worrying about something bad happening to you it's stupid i know. heavily sighing i roughly wipe my face drying the tears that i tried so desperately to not let fall.

hey what did we talk about? every thought and feeling is valid they’re not stupid don’t say that.

you stand and offer me your hand and lead me to my room where we crawl into bed. you pull me as close to you as you possibly can. my head on your chest with my arm loosely draped across your body, your cotton shirt carelessly balled up in my hand. your arms wrapped around my torso like your life depended on it. god i missed this

i’m here now okay? everything’s okay, i’m okay, my brothers are okay, nothing happened to us. we’re not going anywhere for a while and when we do your coming with us. and don’t try and say you won’t be able to because of school, you’re coming no matter what. i can’t go that long without you, nothings the same

i won’t put up a fight i don’t want to do this again this was horrible being alone for so long. i missed being in your arms, feeling like nothing bad will ever happen because i have you here

as you place a gentle kiss to the top of my head a comfortable silence falls over us and we bask in this moment of being in each others arms again. my eyes grow heavy but my body is still fighting sleep like it has for the past few weeks

you can sleep now i’m here i’m not going anywhere i promise. i love you so much sweet girl

with the hushed tone of your voice and gentle pecks on my forehead, i feel my body grow heavier with sleep. i blindly reach my hand around searching for yours which you seem to pick up on what i wanted, placing your hand on mine and give it a squeeze once and a while letting me know you're right there.

goodnight sweet girl. i’m right here

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs

(i can’t remember who it was but i saw someone color coded the dialogue and that makes it so much easier to read so shoutout to you if it was you)

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #readers pov

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hypersonic04 · 8 months

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Call It What You Want

hello everyone!! I’m sorry for the delay with this one shot - I lost the draft, then rewrote it, and I’ve struggled getting it to a point where I actually like it lol. I hope this is okay!! I don’t love it, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer <3 enjoy my darlings!!

word count: 1,222

Your knees are pulled up to your chest, a fluffy hotel robe soft on your cold skin. It's cold, and late, probably around half 1, far too late for your boyfriend to be walking through the streets of London to your hotel room.

Scrolling through Instagram, you can't quite believe tonight is real. Your first BAFTA, pictures of you stood on that stage, tears in your eyes and a hand over the silver chain around your neck, the 'R' pendant clasped between your fingertips. You close your eyes for a second, wanting to pinch yourself. This is all you've ever wanted.

Ross' flight had landed around two hours earlier, and you are his first destination since touching down from a six month tour. He needs to see you, to touch you, to congratulate you.

A bottle of champagne sits on the sideboard, your dress in a crumpled up ball on the floor somewhere. Diamond earrings thrown on the bed like they're only worth pennies, heels kicked off and the smell of your perfume stuck to every bed sheet and curtain. There's a bath in the corner of the room, filled to the brim with suds and salts, the room bathed in a warm glow.

The knock at your door pulls you out of your daydream.

When you open it, it's like every award and every diamond you were laced in about an hour earlier meant nothing. You could have won every BAFTA that night, but nothing comes close to the feeling of his hands on your waist, his lips pressed firmly against yours. It's bliss, and it's six months of waiting and yearning for each other.

Pulling away for a second, he holds your face in his hands, eyes scouring over every inch of your skin. Your make up is smeared, your eyes are tired, but you've never felt more loved than you do in that second. He doesn't say a word, just takes you in, and it's enough.

"Congratulations, my love." He says lowly after a few seconds.

"Thank you." You whisper.

Standing on your tiptoes, you press a kiss to his lips again, raking a hand through his hair. His eyes find the necklace laid gently upon your collar, reaching for it. You watch him as he does so, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his gift still firmly around your neck. You smile, brushing your fingertips across his jaw as he looks at it intently. He finds your eyes again for second, his pupils blown wide and dark.

"I missed you," He sighs, shoulders dropping a little bit, voice strained, "so much."

"I missed you, too." You swallow heavily, feeling him squeeze your waist.

It's like you can't stop looking at each other, like the other might disappear if you do so. You stay in silence for a while, and it's comfortable, needed, after the day you've had.

“Is that a bath?" he says suddenly, looking around you. You look back with a nod and an airy laugh.

"’Wondered whether maybe you'd want a bath after your flight."

He doesn't answer, just peppers kisses across your cheeks and forehead.

You get in the bathtub before him, body covered by bubbles and submerged in the water. He pulls his hoodie and t-shirt over his head, smirking when he feels your eyes on him.

“It's rude to stare, y'know." He mumbles under his breath, making his way over to you. You giggle, submerging yourself even further underwater, eyes still following his every move.

He gets in, water splashing over the side of the bathtub, but neither of you care.

You both look at each other from across the bathtub, your legs intertwined in the water and the faintest smile on your lips as you tilt your head back. He watches you, admiring the way your sleepy eyes flutter shut, your lips pout a little, the way your neck strains. He regrets not being at the awards show with you tonight, but the private nature of your relationship means more to the both of you than some red carpet pictures together.

He nudges your leg with his foot, bringing you out of your sleepy state.

“C’mere.” He cocks his head in his direction, grabbing at your waist when you move over to him, water swishing over the sides again.

You settle in between his legs, your back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around you. Your hands rest on his forearms, drawing sleepy shapes on his wet skin.

“I’m so proud of you.” He says, brushing your hair from your neck and pressing a firm kiss there. You lull your head back onto his collar, smiling at the vibrations his voice sends through you.

“And I’m so proud of you.” You hum. “I watched the show in Newcastle on a stream the other night.”

He laughs lightly, deeply, and you can’t help but grin from ear to ear at the comfort it brings you after months of its absence. “Oh, really?” He laughs, and you nod in reply with a giggle.

“Your biggest fan, always.”

You sit up, his hands gently keeping you steady, fingertips pressed into your skin. You move to straddle him, holding onto his shoulders. Looking down at him, his eyes are starry and you inhale deeply, emotional at the realisation that you had really, really missed him. He holds onto your waist, head ticketed upwards and resting back ton the rim of the bathtub, almost in a daze, of sorts. His smile widens for a second.

“What?” You giggle, running your fingertips over his bare collarbones.

“Nothing,” he sighs softly, “I just… I missed you. I missed this.”

You stay in silence for a second, before you lean down and press a kiss to his warm lips. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, you find yourself holding onto him a little tighter. The taste of him, the feeling of his hands so firm on your skin, sends you into a daze, his hair so soft under your fingertips. Pulling away, you feel like you’re looking at a daydream you once had.

“C’mon, my fingers are going wrinkly.” You giggle after a few seconds.

Wrapped up in the duvet, it’s like the two of you are in a bubble. You talk for what feels like hours - the tour, your respective projects, gossip from your friends.

“I know, can you believe it?” He smiles at you, eyebrows raised. He’s laid on his side, head resting in his palm as he holds himself up with his forearm, hovering over you as you lay flat to the mattress. He brushes a few strands of hair from your forehead.

“Yeah, actually, I can. It’s Matty.” You giggle at the gossip he’d just told you about his friend, his eyes scrunching up as he laughs.

“What time is it?” You ask suddenly, looking to the bedside clock. It read 4am and you gasp, looking back at him with wide eyes.

“Relax, it’s fine,” he brushes your hair away from your forehead, “We don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow.”

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You sigh, watching him as he lays down next to you. You move so your head is resting on his bare chest, the feeling of his fingertips on your back soothing.

“We could just run away.” He grins, laughing through his nose gently.

“Don’t tempt me.” You smile.

“Would you?”

“What?”

“Run away with me?”

“Always.”

#ross macdonald #the 1975 #1975 band #matty healy #fanfic #adam hann #george daniel #asks #matty the 1975 #ross macdonald fluff #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald x reader

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kitashousewife · 9 months

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in its place

an: i'm back with a full piece! this is based on alonica by LANY. this is probably my new favorite song and it is SO powerful. i recommend listening to it!

pairings: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: angst! stress! dissociation! angst to comfort, mentions of eating and drinking, established relationship

the weeks have dragged on lately, days seeming almost excruciatingly long no matter how many breaks are taken. the end of the summer has decided to go out like a lion.

schedule changes, and last-minute plans that grab the entire structure of the day with a greedy fist. long days, longer nights, and limited sleep.

needless to say, atsumu is suffering.

little by little, you've noticed atsumu become almost a shell of himself. it started off subtly, with small moments of him losing attention or ending the conversation quicker. short chats turned into silence after a couple weeks.

about three weeks ago, atsumu began losing interest in everything. typically one for sharing every detail of his day with you, gushing about his incredible practices or a new PR while lifting with the team, he was nothing if not excited. lately though, despite your best efforts, you can't get more than a few words out of him.

his smiles are small, his eyes are tired. atsumu's laugh travels through the house in both volume and joy, boisterous and contagious and full love life. now though, it's hollow.

numb, is how he put it the other night.

after a long day for the both of you, atsumu sat on the couch with your head on his shoulder. he didn't say much, only asking about your day and nodding along for the duration of your story. when he didn't react to some rather juicy gossip from work, you sat up. he jumped slightly at your abruptness, but said nothing.

"atsumu, im worried about you."

his ears rang from the silence. he opened his mouth to speak, but shut it quickly.

"do you want to talk about it?" you hold his hand and look at him. he nods.

"i don't feel like myself," he whispers. "im overwhelmed, i'm over it. everything. im gettin' sick of volleyball, i'm tired of coach and his shit advice," he sighs.

"i just don't know what to do."

that night, the two of you planned a trip. once the weekend came, the two of you would drive a couple hours down the coast, stay in a hotel, and spend the weekend relaxing and recovering.

when the weekend finally came, you could feel the relief washing over atsumu. he was smiling wider, he was speaking louder, and he couldn't stop asking when it was time to leave. when he began driving, he tossed his phone into your lap.

"pick somethin' sweetheart, we've got a long road ahead."

the drive went by rather quickly, and lots of stories were exchanged between the two of you. atsumu shared a story from his youth, when his mom got time off work and took him and osamu to the coast for the weekend. he was cracking up, grinning ear to ear, and you were doing anything you could to keep him going.

you arrived to your hotel around sunset, and atsumu rushed to check the two of you in to give you guys enough time to catch it on the sand. the two of you rushed down, laid a blanket down and sat down just in time for the sun to kiss the waves.

"just in time," you sigh, and he kisses your forehead.

"thanks to me, ya couldn't find the entrance to the hotel. i'm never gonna forget that," he smirks.

"how could you? you bring it up every few minutes," you nudge his side and he snorts.

the sun sets in silence, waves crashing with a hum as twilight takes over the sky.

atsumu feels restless. half of him wishes he would've stayed home, anxious about the work he's leaving behind. the other half of him is ecstatic to be away from it all.

the worry and the thoughts bubble up, slowly until they begin to sit at the top of his stomach. he's settling in, but with each passing moment he feels soaked with emotion and a yearning he can't explain.

his eyes look up at the sky and widen in amazement. the tranquility, the stillness, and the calming feeling become too much for him.

the stars glow against the purple sky, almost too bright to be real. the sand under his palms is cool and grounding, and his throat tightens.

he blinks once, twice, three times. slowly, then all at once, atsumu begins to sob as every emotion shatters the dam in his chest, flowing out mightily with their release.

you wrap your arms around his torso as he shakes, chest bouncing as the tears roll down his face, angelic as they sparkle in the moonlight. after a few minutes, he calms down, sniffling as he catches his breath.

"sorry," he sniffs, wiping his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"never apologize for crying, 'tsum. you are safe with me," you rub his back.

"i don't know the last time i cried like that," he looks out towards the water again. "everything is just so beautiful, i can't explain it but i just feel so relieved,"

you nod. he pulls you closer.

"even though were a few hours away, i feel at home with ya here. i feel full again,"

he pulls you in for a kiss, deep and special as the world freezes around the two of you. the type of kiss that feels like jumping into a pool, losing your breath, and taking a deep breath of air all at the same time.

"i love you," he sniffles again, cheeks wet with tears and eyes crinkling from a smile.

the two of you stay out well past dark, splashing in the water like children and dancing in the moonlight without any music at all. the two of you run in the sand that feels almost never-ending, filling both of your souls with relief and grounding each other in love and support.

atsumu falls asleep quickly that night, mind clear for the first time in weeks. he holds you close and rests with a smile.

#atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #atsumu angst #atsumu fluff

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steddieas-shegoes · 11 months

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I don’t know if this is how you request so like sorry if it’s not!

Can you write Steddie getting Murray’d? I’ve seen some people do it before and although I’ve loved them I really wanna see your take on it❤️❤️

Murray thinks he really did something here, but did he? Maybe kicked Steve into gear, but overall, they were so obvious, it's not rocket science. I had some fun with this! I wanted them to be soft and cute and somehow oblivious to the pining. I love writing these idiots getting together. I'm a 0-100 kinda gal if you haven't noticed! - Mickala ❤️

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“Why are you looking at me like that?” Steve asked Murray.

He was an asshole, plain and simple. An entertaining one, but an asshole nonetheless.

And when he stared at you, you had to be prepared for anything.

Steve was sitting by himself for once, not surrounded by children pining for his attention, or Robin cracking jokes about something or someone, or Eddie touching him.

“No reason,” Murray shrugged before turning away completely, acting like he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes staring a hole through Steve’s head.

“He’s fucking weird, right?” Eddie said from behind him, eyes tracking Murray leaving the room. “Watched me for 30 minutes earlier. I didn’t even say anything because he was in a trance or something.”

“He does it to everyone. Just wish he’d say what he wants to say and be done with it,” Steve responded, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder when he put his arm around him.

“Tired?” Eddie kissed his temple.

Steve nodded.

They were always like this, it didn’t mean anything.

Well, okay, it did mean something.

Like that they found comfort with each other and they both were touch starved and touch averse at the same time, and the only people they could tolerate touching them were each other for a long time, and now they relied on it like water, like air.

So yeah, it meant something.

But Steve didn’t want to say how much, and Eddie didn’t seem like he knew how to put it into words, so they just ignored it and did what was natural.

Which was whatever was happening now, as much of their bodies touching as possible, completely relaxed into each other's space.

“So you two are dating.”

Steve jumped, nearly knocking his head into Eddie’s nose.

Eddie was pulling away, looking at the floor with a frown.

“No, we aren’t,” Steve denied it, but watched the way Eddie’s face fell further, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Hm. Does Eddie know that?”

“Shut up, Murray,” Eddie spit at him, angrier than Steve had ever heard him.

“Oh! So Steve doesn’t know?”

“Know what?” Steve asked, inching closer to Eddie again. They’d be stronger if they remained a united front, power in numbers and all that.

“Shut up!” Eddie said louder, not quite yelling, but clearly trying to emphasize how much he wanted Murray to stop talking.

“You hang all over each other so much I started to wonder if you’re conjoined twins. But last time we all got together, Steve fell asleep in your lap. Awww, so cute,” Murray batted his eyelashes and smiled, but it was quite the opposite of cute. “You couldn’t look away the entire time, Munster. Not to mention before that when you just kept looking at him like he was breaking your heart more and more by the second. God, the yearning.”

“What are you talking about? Eddie’s just a touchy guy,” Steve tried to laugh it off, get the attention off of them. Murray was relentless when he got started, and he didn’t particularly like the way Eddie kept shrinking away from him.

“Really? I haven’t seen him kissing anyone else on the head. Or holding anyone else’s hand. Or cuddling anyone else. It’s just you, Steve-O! Lucky you!”

Steve’s mind raced. He thought of every time they were all together, every time it was just the older group, every time it was just him and Eddie. Eddie was maybe touchier than the average person with everyone, but he never lingered with anyone else, never kept anyone close like he did with Steve.

He watched as Eddie put more space between them, his arms crossing over his chest, his hair hiding his face. He was hiding and Steve hated it.

He never used to, not in school, not around the kids. Not until they started hanging out just the two of them.

Then someone would make a joke about how he wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist for just a bit too long, or Robin would give them this stare that made Eddie back away. It wasn’t all the time, but it was enough that Steve realized what was going on.

And he felt so stupid that it took Murray saying something for him to realize it.

Eddie loved him. Eddie was in love with him.

Steve turned to Murray, who couldn’t be more smug if he tried.

“You’re such an asshole. What if he wasn’t out to me, huh? What if you ruined our friendship over this? Or his relationship with everyone here?” Steve was livid. “You just have to be right. Doesn’t matter who you upset as long as you’re the one who wins or gets the final word. It wouldn’t matter what Eddie and I do, if someone tells you to stop, you stop. Got it?”

Steve’s hands were on his hips, like he was yelling at one of the kids, and Murray just raised his eyebrows.

“Sure. Whatever.”

He left the room, probably rolling his eyes at Steve’s dramatics.

But Steve meant it, no one should have to have their feelings aired out in the open like that, especially not to the other person. Especially not when what they had was so nice.

Eddie was avoiding eye contact, but Steve wasn’t going to allow that, not when he needed him to understand his own feelings.

“Eds, can I hug you?” Steve asked, hesitant to touch him with the way he held himself, like he would run the second Steve put his hand on him.

“Why would you want to?”

Eddie’s voice was broken. Steve couldn’t allow that, not after nearly a year of the soft touches, the gentle kisses on his forehead and cheek and, one time, his shoulder.

The way he always had room for Steve, next to him, at his table, in his van, in his arms, made Steve feel like he had to be brave, he had to show Eddie that he wasn’t in love alone.

“Because I always feel best when I’m in your arms. I want you to be okay,” Steve nearly whispered, his eyes staying firmly on Eddie’s still hidden face.

“But you heard him. You heard that I love you in a different way.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you love me?”

Eddie looked up, his eyes watery and bottom lip red from biting it relentlessly.

“If you’re just gonna shut me down, I’d like to not say it out loud.”

Steve got closer, still not touching, not until Eddie said he could.

“Can I say something then?”

Eddie nodded, eyes wide, body still turned inwards to protect himself.

“Almost a year ago, this hyper idiot decided he wanted to attach himself to me. Me. He always found an excuse to spend time with me in that huge house when I was alone, always invited me to things even when I was busy, made me feel special. He hugged me hello and goodbye, he hugged me just because, he held my hand when we watched scary movies. He talked to me about everything he’s passionate about, even though I don’t think I ever understand most of it. He makes sure I’m happy, he does everything he can to make sure that I feel safe and loved, even when I maybe don’t deserve it. He made me realize that maybe I’m not bullshit, maybe I’ve just been put in a lot of bullshit situations that left me trying to find solid ground any way that I could. He shows me I’m worth being loved.”

Eddie was crying, his arms finally back down by his sides.

“He sounds like he really loves you.”

“Does he?” Steve smirked.

“He does. A lot.”

Steve’s breath caught in his throat. It was one thing to hear it from Murray, one thing to suspect he was right, and another entirely to have it confirmed by the man he loved more than anything.

Before Steve could ask if he could hug Eddie again, Eddie had his arms wrapped around him, pulling his head against his shoulder and threading his fingers through the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck.

Steve breathed out against his neck, breathed in his leather and smoke scent.

“You’re the best part of my life, Steve Harrington. Some days I’m grateful for almost being eaten alive by bats so that I could be alive with you in my arms.”

Jesus. Eddie always had a way with words, but it didn’t stop him from shivering against him.

“I’m glad I carried you kicking and screaming out of the Upside Down,” Steve smiled against his skin, letting his lips linger at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

“I was bleeding out and can’t be responsible for what I was doing or saying.”

“You told me to leave you there to die like a hero and then accidentally punched me in the face when you tried to roll out of my arms.”

“I couldn’t let you get all the glory.”

Steve rolled his eyes and pulled his head back, smiling at Eddie’s smirk.

“But you’re glad I did now?”

“I dunno, maybe I could be more glad…” Eddie leaned in further, resting his nose against Steve’s, breathing slowly.

“How’s that?”

“I think if I got a real kiss…”

“Consider it done,” Steve whispered as he closed the final inch of space between their lips.

A year of kisses, and touches, and cuddling, and telling each other everything, was nothing compared to the way it felt to finally feel the solid pressure of Eddie’s lips on his.

He didn’t want to pull away, felt the pull to deepen the kiss, maybe let Eddie push him against the counter or the wall, or maybe drag him to the closest bedroom. But now wasn’t the time.

They’d had a year to get here, they could take as long as they wanted to have more.

Eddie’s smile against his lips told him that he knew what he was thinking and he agreed.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #murray bauman #ficlet #anon request #steddie get murray'd #it's about the silent pining my friends #idiots to lovers

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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 2 years

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Billy & Stu Imagine: Comforting you when you're sad SMUT

Content/Warnings: Not gendered but Reader wears a skirt, Fingering and oral (Reader receiving) kinda boarding school AU? They live in dorms, Angsty!! Referenced self harm and scars on your arms, Reader has depression

Summary: Depressive!Reader feels like a failure and the comfort your best friends turns into more

It drained your last energy to get to your room unnoticed, to slip past your classmates without letting the emotions show that boiled inside of you. You kept your gaze down so they wouldn't see when tears welled up once in a while before you regained control over your expression.

Only when you made it into your room you allowed yourself to slowly fall apart. Tears blinded you and streamed down your heated cheeks as the first sobs escaped your closeted throat.

You failed again, failed like you always did despite your desperate attempts to be better. You really tried to keep up but eventually you would always fall behind and end up being the airhead who doesn't get it.

Sinking to your knees you folded your arms over your head on the edge of your bed. Your fingers ran through your hair, painfully gripping it for a moment. You thought about the knife in your nightstand, and instinctively you yearned for the pain to quieten your buzzing mind.

That was when a soft knock interrupted your thoughts, and a moment after the unmistakable steps announced that your best friends had just entered the room. The door softly shut behind them, you didn't even bother to hide the tears- you couldn't put yourself together at this point.

They exchanged a look, over the course of the day they had felt your energy shift. The others had thought you were just tired but since they were your best friends even someone as oblivious as Stu had noticed that something was wrong. And then you had disappeared so suddenly after class- so they went to find you.

Now that they saw you like this their suspicion was confirmed and the worry worsened, they hated to see you like this. To see their best friend, the person who accepted and completed them, look so broken. And you didn't even tell them.. even though they always came to you when they felt bad.

Stu was the first to hurry to your side, kneeling down next to you and eyeing you with worry. Billy followed after locking the door, he didn't want anyone else to see you in a vulnerable state like this.

"Why didn't you tell us.." he said softly, and gently pushed his fingers through your hair while Stu rubbed your back.

"What made you sad?" Stu now asked, and you sobbed in an attempt to answer, "I'm good at nothing, there is no way I can archive anything after school."

They knew about these insecurities, so they fell silent for a moment. Then they gently tried to make you stand up,

"C'mon.." Stu said, "Don't sit here on the ground.." Billy wiped away a tear from your cheek with the utmost care, seating you on the bed. They sat down on both sides of you and looked at each other, trying to figure out how they could make you understand how amazing you were.

"You are smarter than you think" Billy begun, and made you look at him. "You are not dumb, you are just hindered by your depression."

"Yeah! I mean how could you expect yourself to run with a broken leg?" The blond added, and put his arm around your waist. Billy in turn put an arm around your shoulder, and you let your head drop down on his.

"You aren't lazy for not being able to learn as much as you want to Y/n. Doing your best doesn't mean working until you have to cry." Billy added and pressed a kiss to your head. That made you tiredly open your eyes again and his gaze was met with this incredible exhaustion in yours. You were so hopeless right now..

In a moment of tiredness your body felt more heavy, making you and Billy lean back a moment. But he just went with it and laid down facing you. Stu did the same and hugged you from the back, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. That made you hum quietly, putting a hand on top of his on your stomach. "You are so warm.." you murmured and closed your eyes.

Billy played with your hair and put his forehead against yours, you could feel his breath. He then surprised you by gripping you by the back of your knee, leading your leg to lie on top of him to which you gently put a hand on the back of his head.

It was comfortable, cuddling with them like that. You had hugged them before, but never have the three of you been so close. But it didn't feel weird, it felt.. right, it felt natural.

Stu kissed your shoulder again, then your neck, it caused a good kind of shiver to run through your body and a soft gasp left your lips. It seemed as if they paused a moment at that, you felt them looking at you despite still having your eyes closed.

Billys hand on your leg now rubbed your thigh, "Your skin is soft" he said quietly and Stu hummed in affirmation to that. Billy now also pressed a kiss to your jawline, your eyes opened just a little bit, you could now feel his lips lingering over yours. You looked at him and without a thought your lips connected as if it was natural, moving against each other softly.

Stu started to rub your stomach now, it all made a heat rise within you and it was focused on both of them. They made you feel comfortable and also.. excited. You couldn't help but push your backside against him, instinctively encouraging him like that. He groaned at the fraction and let his hand go a bit lower, just testing the waters as he played with the hem of your skirt.

He usually already had an intense gaze, but when you opened your eyes to look at Billy it seemed so much.. more. So soft oft yet possessive and it made you feel both so protected and wanted at the same time. And despite Stu already being quite the touchy type the way he was being physical right now was also different. It was bearing a kind of possessiveness as well, as if he didn’t want to let go of you.

Billy put a strand of your hair behind your ear and pressed another quick kiss onto your lips, exchanging a look with Stu to confirm that they were thinking the same thing.

„Just let go, we‘re going to make you feel better.“

He said lowly and slid his hand over your thigh, sliding your skirt up in the process. His sharp gaze darted down to your exposed underwear, and his index finger lightly pressed down on your sensitive spot.

Your breath hitched, and both listened up attentively at the pleasant sound that left your lips. It was thrilling to hear what you sounded like when you were being touched. So different from anything your friends knew from you, but something they have absolutely imagined before.

He circled that area, building tension in your stomach while Stu‘s hand went to lightly press a finger against your entrance, swirling the tip of his finger over it on top of your panties.

They kept on touching you like this before they clearly felt how turned on you were through the underwear.

„Let me help you dear“ Stu said and yanked your underwear down, exposing your throbbing sex completely. Billy pushed you on your back by your shoulder and helped to slide them off your legs completely.

They hovered above you on either side, making your eyes widen wish a blush. It made them smile to themselves to see you like that, so bashful but with that turned on gleam in your eyes hanging over your gaze as you looked up to them.

Billy now directly felt up your entrance with his fingers and groaned, you were so perfect. He started easing two fingers into you, making you moan and throw your head back at the penetration. They both looked on with awe how easily your insides swallowed him, tightening around his fingers so deliciously.

You were so embarrassed that you tried to close your legs, but Stu firmly gripped them by the back of your knees and kept them separated.

„Don’t be embarrassed, you‘re stunning.“ He said and rubbed his face briefly against your thigh, grinning mischievously before leaning down to flick his tongue against your sensitive spot. It made you moan even louder, and you threw your head to the side in bliss.

They exchanged glances and Billy kissed you again, thrusting his fingers in and out of you firmly while Stu came up between your legs to continue his vigorous treatment with his tongue.

Your hips started to move on their own to meet this wonderful feeling, making them smile as the feeling in your stomach increasingly build up.

They seemed to feel that you were close and increased their actions. Billy relentlessly pounded his fingers into you, starting to kiss down your neck and leaving a soft bite on your shoulder. Stu started sucking directly were you wanted him the most, and tears spilled from your eyes as you felt yourself coming over the edge.

You completely came undone, and came around them. Arching your back, looking prettier than anything that they have ever seen before as they kept on pushing you through your orgasm.

You lost all energy and caught your breath, feeling the pulsing remain after they softly retreated from it.

„You are breathtaking when you cum, I could work you up for hours.“ Stu said and played with your hair, licking his lips with a grin.

„You did so well, you should rest now.“ Billy added, which made you whine and hold onto their arms as they attempted to get up.

„No! Please.. stay with me.“ You asked, and they exchanged a glance before getting off their shoes and settling down on either side of you again.

„Come here.“ Stu said, you followed swiftly and moved over into his open arms. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours, closing his eyes along with you.

Billy put an arm around your waist and settled down to lie behind you, putting your skirt in place again before pulling the blanket on top of all of you. „Sleep.“ He said, „We‘ll be there.“

And you relaxed further, sighing as you cuddled into your best friends under the blanket.

I hope you liked it!!

#slashers x reader #poly ghostface #poly ghostface x reader #billy and stu x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #ghostface x reader

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anlian-aishang · 1 year

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SNK Men - Rebounding With You - Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Zeke

// snk x reader, angst turned fluff, allusions to smut, alcohol mention, food mention, hurt-comfort, modern AU, gn!reader. // while writing this, i listened to // read also: Rebounding After You

Eren

A messy bun. Freshly pierced gauges. All black - shoelaces to earrings. Clearly, he had been through something. The look in his emerald eyes warned others to stay away, but you were not like the others, not just another.

His outfit screamed don’t talk to me, but all you could think of was how much nicer he would look without it. Long swigs of his drink demanded his lips, you wondered how he would react if you threw his highball to the floor and put your mouth in its place. His hair was unkempt, tangled, yet you yearned to run your fingers through it. From across the bar, you eyed him up like a tiger would a steak, oblivious to the fact that he could tell you were.

Eren let you have your fun, but flashed you a side-eye and a smirk at just the right time. After a couple seconds of eye contact, you snapped out of your trance and shot your stare straight down. Fuck. Steel soled boots approaching, you knew it could only be one person. Fuck me! And when he cinched your chin between his fingers and drew your gaze to him, he knew it could only be one person. One person to lift him out from the rut he was in. One person who could overpower their taste even more than the alcohol. One person whose scent he not dare wash off his clothes.

He did not have to tell you what he was using you for. It was obvious each time he groaned against your neck, each time he flipped you on your knees and slammed into your furthest depths. After a few weeks, though, you began to question his intentions. More than just a one night stand? The toothbrush he bought you, your phone’s charger on his nightstand, they communicated the sentiment he would never say.

Armin

You had an educated guess. Over the days, his outfits so persistently ironed had grown increasingly wrinkled. In meetings, he was even quieter than usual. Times you expected him to speak up, his lips stayed shut. Topics that would normally enrapture him failed to draw even a sliver of attention. It was so obvious to you, but apparently not to anyone else.

Armin left the space with speed, but without any particular hurry. Not looking to socialize, but not looking for conversation, either. So swift, you could not keep up. When you instinctively reached and grabbed his shoulder, it startled you both, “A-Armin!”

He turned rapidly - not mad, just concerned. You could not remember exactly what you said, for you had wanted to say a lot of things. Out to lunch? Are you free? Come over some time? You’re single, right? Eventually, you stumbled your way to a new book you had been reading, one that made you think of him - no, not that - made you think he might like it. It was awkward, but you got there: a two-person book club, meeting every Friday afternoon.

And soon, he returned to the ironing board. He slicked his comb with gel and shined his shoes back up to standard. There was something - someone - to dress for again. Someone to be excited over. Someone to distract him from the past few miserable months. Someone who taught him how to love again - Friday by Friday.

Books turned to movies. Movies to dinners. Dinners to dates. The things that reminded him of his ex were overrun by reminders of you. As you grew closer, they grew further, until you were all he saw.

Jean

Jean startled when you hugged him, but hours later, he admitted it felt nice. Accidentally brushing against you on the sidewalk, guilt at first, gratitude to follow. When you leaned in, he widened his eyes, then closed them, telling himself just one kiss. Just until he got over it.

Your flirtation was not subtle, but he was happy to indulge. Each text sent and received alleviated some sting. Minutes with you were minutes he was free from his heartache. Every time and everywhere you touched him, you adhered a bandage to a scar left behind. Eventually, he was covered in band-aids, bound to fall off every now and then. He had always heard that one should not talk about an ex to their partner, but he had never been through a break-up like this. You had only been dating for a few weeks, but you could already tell that Jean wore it on his sleeves, he just couldn’t help himself.

When he started to open up, you let him. It was not that you tolerated it, but you yearned to learn all about him, even if it was about his former lover. Sometimes, he choked up when talking about them. Sometimes, he said good things about them. Most others would have told him to get over it, but that thought never came to your mind. Each time he appreciated them, it showed you how attentive he was. When tears fell, you understood how deeply he felt things. Maybe most would have found it scary, but you found the opposite scarier. If he was able to get over them quickly, how quickly could he get over you - god forbid - if the time came? He harbored no ill will towards his ex, not a spiteful bone in his body. Though the relationship had come to an abrupt end, his care was not so easily severed.

He was a good boy, now your boy. You were determined to show him how good you could be, too.

Levi

Relationships were foreign to him. Rebounds, even more so. On his balcony, cup of tea in hand, he overlooked the streets below, sipping and resigned to the fact that this just wasn’t for him. It was exactly what they had said when they left - they just weren’t for him. A deep inhale and slow exhale, chai steam evaporated, they were right, after all.

His friends, coworkers even, watched him go from stoic to saddened, irritable to impossible. For their own sake, they tried to set him up, but that only seemed to aggravate him all the more. He scolded them as he did himself, “Just face it, I already have too many idiots to deal with.”

Months and months dragged on, and everyone was beginning to believe he was damned to be a bachelor - him more than anyone. Not the typical playboy kind, but the kind who ate alone, kept to himself, and whose Friday nights were spent buying groceries and stopping at the local tea shop - their most loyal regular.

Which was why, when he forgot cash at the cash-only establishment, you subtly bagged his purchases and slid the paper bag across the counter. Flat brows to a rare arch, you stole the words out of his mouth, “No. I insist.”

Levi, still cold, attempted to snarl on his way out, but the light bell chime on the door and your warm smile in his wake melted his grunt to a soft sigh. Since that night, he found himself stopping by more often, always the weeknights that you worked. When closing time came around, he lingered and eventually offered to help. While mopping, you caught him swaying to your playlist. As you counted the till, he noticed the upward glances you snuck between bills.

To you, a fairy tale. To him, ridiculous. One fateful night, a torrential rainfall kept you both locked in. Just the two of you. You split stale pastries, invented new drinks, shared secrets, including that midnight kiss. Your lips tasted of matcha and powdered sugar, a taste he believed was right for him.

Erwin

A nice dinner. Too nice. Roses. Candlelight. A table with city views. Not a fold out of place, not a falter in his movements. Erwin spoke so politely, you wondered if he had rehearsed, or were you dreaming? The six-figure salaryman, you knew he would be professional, but this was suspiciously perfect. He acted as though there was a deal to be closed, an asset he desperately needed, one only you could provide.

You had no power over him, at least, not inherently. Tall, dark, handsome, what did he have to be afraid of? What could have gotten to him? Subtly, while he ate, you examined the man opposite you. Hair perfectly slickened. Tie fastened just right. Smartphone tucked neatly in his breastpocket. Funny, how it had not gone off the whole meal.

Wait. Wasn’t he a businessman? Where was his watch? Of all men to wear a watch, Erwin Smith should have been at the top of that list. An odd discomfort nicked you: seeing a dog without a collar, a fence with some knots undone. His keys. Two copies of the same keys? Seriously, who needs two mail keys? On the same ring, nonetheless.

He could sense it, your realization. He figured you would catch on eventually, that was why he picked you in the first place - a good head on your shoulders, one to catch his tells. A relationship freshly severed. You were the rebound. Your lips parted at the thought, but slowly grew content, a thankful smirk even. Whoever fucked up before you was to thank - having landed you a date with the sector’s wealthiest figure - on his best behavior.

It was then that you knew what you were and what you had. For him: a way to forget failed ventures. For you: a man of dreams wrapped around your finger.

Reiner

In his presence, your intentions were pure. A friend to him, that was what you were. A shoulder to cry on. Always available whenever he needed a night out, always picking up the phone and listening to his slurred words. A smile and a laugh the morning after. Wholesome you always pulled through.

At night, alone in bed, you could not tether your mind from its dirtier ideas. You wanted to slap away his stupid thoughts. Don’t you know they didn’t love you? They didn’t deserve you. Hell, you don’t deserve them! When you first kissed him, your tongue would wipe away their leftover taste. Before he could even begin a fresh start, your flavor would be down his throat.

You had been good friends since college, able to read each other effortlessly. Knowing he was finally single, though, made you blind to the fact that he suffered the same inner battle. Reiner had an appreciation for your platonic care, you had always made him laugh the most - far more than they ever did - no matter how down he was feeling. The teasing ruffle of his hair he needed. The punch on the arm. You provided it all, he loved it all.

After a few weeks, though, that was not what he craved. Your friendship had brought him back from the brink, but now, he wanted to feel high again. In daylight, you told him that he deserved to feel happy. At night, he heard you whisper that he deserved to feel good. Both of you were so opposite in sunlight and in moonlight, but thank god for twilight. Lunches together bled into evenings, and when you witnessed the other sides of each other, you both recognized that there was more to your days than friendship.

Zeke

Zeke got you with all the right things, all the words and actions that were textbook for starting a relationship. You had to admit, his skills were formidable, but he was no match for you - the first to see through his tactics.

You let him have his fun. The hard and fast kiss, the overnight, the seemingly mindless text exchanges. You knew you were more, though. You knew you were convincing him of it. You could tell he was learning. Kissing you, he felt compelled to take his time, to take breaths between, to decorate the spaces with words from the heart rather than a guidebook. Nights together no longer had one objective, but were eaten up by movies, take-out, and long talks. Texts became phone calls. Phone calls became face to face meetings, then dinners, then rooftop conversations.

Eventually, Zeke admitted that there had been someone not long before you. You put your arm around his back, nodded, and bit your lip - having figured that out from the start. He came clean with his intentions, that he did not go looking for someone to settle down with, but someone to help him get over them. Looking to you, uncharacteristic panic in his gaze, he said that he found both in you.

He expected you to leave him then, just as suddenly as they had, but unlike all the others - you managed to toss his surprises back at him. This time, you were the one to push your lips hastily to his. Shocked but swiftly, he wrapped his arms around you. His cheeks turned red, his hands began to shake, never had he felt this way about anyone before. In that way, you were his first. He prayed that breakup would be his last.

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