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imwetforyourmom · 20 days

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good for you

(if you dont like how its written do not hesitate to ask mw to rewrite it!!)

warnings: smut, praising, kissing, teasing (?), swearing, dom!matt sub!reader, fem!reader, established relationship, making out

a/n: sorry this took so long to get out!! I coupdnt find any motivation to finish it. so thats mb

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y/n slipped the navy blue dress up her body. her eyes scanned the dress one last time, deciding if this was going to be her final decision of the night.

a mid high thigh slit, the blue silk perfecting her skin tone, making it a shiny-ish glow.

the clothing latching onto her skin perfectly,

showing her beautiful curves, the prominent curve forming by her waist and hips. the shimmery blue reflecting onto her skin, giving it the glowy look.

the dress straps hung loosely onto her shoulders, if it were to be tugged on of some sort the straps would easily slip off.

but as good as she looked currently in the dress, she imagined she looked even better without the dress.

the lacy black lingerie currently clinging onto her skin under her dress, the small clothing translucent everywhere but where her nipples and clit were. leaving little to the imagination.

where the lingerie covered y/ns sensitive areas the flowery pattern was jet black and soft.

she ran her hands over her dress, down her hips and the top of her thighs.

inspecting her body and the soft dress one last time, deeming herself gorgeous she walked away from the mirror and to her vanity, grabbing her phone and small bag.

she walked down the stairs, where matt was sitting on the couch, waiting for his girl to finish.

"alrighty matt! im ready now." she spoke, her lips a shameless grin as she walked to the door, bending over and slipping on her heels.

"you look beautiful, baby." he mumbled, his eyes scanning from her ass to the back of her neck, his footsteps got closer to her until his hand touched her lower back.

he ran his hand up her back, until it reached the back of her head. he leaned down and whispered into her ear, "cant wait to take it off you tonight, love."

he pulled away, to put on his shoes.

y/ns cheeks went a dark red, her blush coating her face, all over her face.

not like she hadnt planned for sex later, but matts words really fucking got to her, too much.

• • •

matt slowly zoned out, staring at the woman he loved so dearly, who was currently talking to other people but looked so effortlessly perfect as she did so. the blue dress clinging to her skin so beautifully and her smile a lively and lovely expression.

y/n continued her chat with the woman who stood infront of her. the woman whom was 'Mrs. rosé' was very nice. she was soft spoken and spoke very highly of her husband.

endless compliments about Mr. Rosé slipped from Mrs. Rosé tongue so easily, as if she was speaking with genuine thought, like she'd been thinking it for years but waiting to finally say it.

matt had finally gotten enough of just watching his girlfriend, he'd been thinking about her touch, the way her body would feel, the way her eyes would look up at him.. yearning for his touch.

she just looked so perfect (not like she never did), too perfect to not be praised, too perfect to not be touched, too perfect to not be kissed.

he felt his pants tighten as he stared at her, his eyes moving across her body. the blue dress coating it, shielding her beauty from the hideousness of the worlds eyes, the eyes that took for granted, the eyes that judged, the eyes that disrespected.

he finally got enough of it, he wanted his girl and he wanted her now. he excused himself from the conversation he was supposed to be paying attention too, but was too distracted by y/ns beauty to give a fuck. he walked over to y/n and whispered into her ear, his eyes glancing at the woman she was just talking to.

"can we go home, please?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down y/ns spine. y/n reluctanly agreed and said a quick bye to Mrs. Rosé, before going with matts neediness, his hands on her waist and squeezing as he waited.

she began walking to the exit of the event, leaving matt to follow after her like a lost puppy. his quick footsteps to folllow after her, not without taking a few glances at the way her ass looked in the dress. god, this dress was doing things to him.

• • •

on the drive back, matts leg bounced, needing her, needing her so bad yet couldnt touch her, atleast not till they got home that it.

his hand squeezed the steering wheel, his knuckles turning a white with the force he was using. he took sharp inhales as he got closer and closer to home, just thinking about how y/n would look laid on their bed, laid flat on her back with her legs spread and ready just for him.

his hard-on was already painful enough, but thinking about y/n in such ways as he was was only worsening the pain, his throbbing cock begging to be put to use.

y/n glanced at matt, her eyes traveling over his body, her eyes taking in just how hot and bothered he looked, yet she couldnt put her finger on why.

his cheeks a hue of pink, his bottom lip between his teeth, his hair disheveled and messy with how many times hes run his hand through it in an anxious manner, his leg bouncing furiously slightly shaking the car as he did so. her eyes moving just slightly higher on his leg, the tent in his pants catching y/ns eye.

she chuckled as she realized why he was acting the way he was, clearly the boy needed some sort of relief and couldnt way long enough for the event to end.

even with seeing how bad he needed her she didnt do anything about it, knowing she'd be more satisfied with his reaction when they got home and he'd see her in the black lingerie underneath her dress.

• • •

as soon as matt and y/n had made it in his room he acted quickly, his hands moving fast to shut and lock the door behind him, aswell as grabbing y/n and attaching her lips to his in a fast manner, the kiss wet and needy, teeth clashing together, tongues intertwining and matts hands moving all over y/ns body.

his large palms groping the plush of her ass, kneading at it, before slapping it but then going back to kneading the skin.

matt pulled away and looked y/n in the eyes, before he broke eye contact and glanced down at her body, motioning at her dress, slightly asking if he could take it off.

y/n giggled, knowing what was to be in store. matt was already needy and horny enough, just imagine how he'd react when he saw what was under the dress.

she nodded and moved her hands to the strap of her darkish blue dress, pulling down the straps and letting it fall down her body. faster than she intended it fell to her feet, exposing the lacy, flower pattern lingerie.

matts eyes almost bulged out of his head, his jaw falling ajar and his hands working faster than his mind could, immediately going to grope her boobs. a muttered "you're absolutely breathtaking, oh my fuck." leaving the barrier of his lips.

he put his hands on her waist and pushed her to the bed, plopping her down onto it. he moved quickly, his hands going to the hem of his shirt and pulling it off, then reaching for her bra, his eyes glued to the lacy, almost see through material.

"I cant believe you wore this all night, just for me" he whispered, his voice quiet and his cheeks a pink as he stared down at her body, his eyes leaving a burning feeling all throughout y/ns body.

he leant his head down, his lips ghosting over the skin of her breasts, still with the bra. his hands unclipped the clasp of the bra and gently pulled it off her shoulders. his eyes widening at the sight of his girlfriends beautiful, beautiful body.

"holy shit y/n.. you're so pretty." he spoke with sincerity, being so stunned by her beautiful tits like he hadnt seen them literally two days ago. his head ducked down to pepper hot and wet open-mouthed kisses all over her chest, before focusing on her nipple. the wetness of his mouth covering her nipple sending shivers down her spine.

the sucking and the light biting of his mouth on her hardened nipple eliciting a moan from y/ns mouth. her back arching as matts cold fingers went to her other nipple, pinching and massaging. he pulled his mouth away from the one, before attaching it to the other and repeating his previous actions to it.

he pulled away from both nipples as his hands went to the waistband of his pants, trying to unbutton and pull his boxers down quickly, needing to be inside her, needing to feel her.

y/ns hands went to the waistband of her own panties, hooking her fingers into them and pulling them down her legs, pulling her legs to her chest to help herself pull them off.

then spreading them and placing them on the sides of her, giving matt the perfect view of her pussy.

he groaned at the sight, his mouth falling open and his hands going to positon himself at her entrance, her arousal covering his dick quickly.

he pushed his tip in, already grunting at the feeling. "a- are you ready, baby?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers as he waited to push fully inside her.

"yes, fuck, matt please." she whined, her bottom lip feeding between her teeth in anticipation. needing him, needing more of him.

he placed both hands at either side of her sides, balacing his weight onto them as he pushed the rest of his cock inside her.

a groan leaving his lips while a whimper leaves y/ns. a burning sensation flooding throughout her body as he bottoms out. already finding himself whimpering with how good she feels and hes only been inside her for a few seconds.

"fuck, baby, you feel so good." he mumbled, slowly pulling his hips out, until he was almost all the way out, before thrusting back in.

a gutteral scream escaped y/ns throat, a scream so brutal and loud it scraped her throat—from matts sudden quickened pace, his hips thrusting concerningly fast into hers, his cock filling up her tight walls.

"matttt- fuckkk" she moaned, her back arching and her eyes rolling back, he'd only been in her for a few minutes and she was already at a loss of words.

"mm, you're taking me so well." he praised, his eyes taking in the sight of his girlfriend, her messy hair, a light layer of sweat on her skin, her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes just barely staying open.

y/n spread her legs wider, and pushed them to the sides of her hips leaving matt right between her legs, his cock getting an even better angle into her, going deeper into her.

matt moaned feeling the way y/ns walls hugged his dick, it all feeling so perfect. "fuck, this pussy was made for me" he mumbled, his voice coming out in a low, gutteral tone.

y/n threw her head back, her mouth falling open as pornagrapical moans escaped her lips.

matt grabbed her chin with his pointer and thumb, pulling her face foward and attaching his lips to hers, in a hot and sloppy kiss, yet passionate. full of teeth colliding, exchanging spit and tongues dancing together.

matt rocked his hips into hers, before pulling away from y/ns lips and thrusting into at an even faster pace, if that was even fucking possible.

he placed a hand on a her hip whilst the other on the bed, to both support him and to ensure his girlfriend wouldnt go flying off the damn bed.

"you're incredible." matt groaned, his eyes falling to her eyes, keeping them there to the best of his abilities while still going mercyless into her.

"hmm- ngh—" she moaned, she threw her head back as her eyes rolled back and long, drawn out moans slipped so effortlessy from her lips.

matt stared down at her, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, but also curling slightly.

he grabbed y/ns chin and tilted it upwards so it was facing him, "look at me, baby, wanna see those pretty eyes and that pretty face of yours, hm?" he mumbled, his thumb rubbing her cheek so innocently, as if he wasnt doing a very sinful action to her aswell.

"'m close, matty-" she spoke, her voice breathy and quiet. cutting herself off with a moan. the tightening in her stomach only tightening within each passing second.

her eyes stared up into his as best as she could, her eyelids droopy, her mouth ajar and her noises failing to sound as she was way too fucked out.

"yeah? you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl?" he praised, his hand coming to her clit, rubbing the bud in tight, slow circles.

"fUck" y/ns voice broke, her back arched and her eyes rolled back.

her high approached fast, and the only warning she could give matt before she was climaxing was, "im- cu- matttt" a failed attempt, that was full of pleasure. matt continued thrusting, chasing his own high now.

matts eyes trailed down to her lower stomach, seeing the protruding dick imprint in her lower abdomen, "I fill you so deep, dont I baby?" he mumbled, his hips sputtering as his own high approached quickly.

"fuck, you feel so good" was all he said before he painted her walls white, a hoarse groan escaping his lips.

he continued thrusting, riding out his high before collasping ontop of y/n, still inside her.

"you did so good for me, baby" he mumbled, he pulled out before wrapping his arms around her waist and moving onto his side, pulling her in and holding her.

y/n moved her head into the crook of his neck, wrapping her arms around him and cuddling her body into his. slowly drifting off to sleep.

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angel-of-the-moons · 8 months

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I haven’t stopped thinking about that Hobie baby fever fic ever since you posted it. Many thoughts. Many thoughts many many thoughts and ideas many many little ideas.

You have people saying ‘Oh good luck lol kids are SO hard!’ ‘He’s definitely gonna regret it you’re gonna be a single parent’. But Hobie’s probably been WISHING from a young age he could be a parent, the only thing he didn’t prep for is your little one grabbing his wicks and him nervously calling out “Luv, luv help me LUV-”. He learnt very quickly to tie his hair back when he’s holding them. If you have a little girl, everyone always thinks it’s you who’s done her hair for the day or for school. NOPE. Hobie’s been with her in the bathroom since 6 in the morning putting her in braids and buns. Your baby is his whole world and he’ll be DAMNED if he won’t be the absolute best dad EVER ‼️

Oh my godddddddddd my ovaries went 💥💥

The Pitter Patter of Little Feet Pt. 2

Dad!Hobie x Wife!Reader

TW/CW: A lil angst at the start, Fluff. So much fluff.

A/N: I'm basing all my baby prep off of the things I had to do for my nephew. I am unsure the proper care that goes into textured hair but I hope I can do it justice!

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You remember what people told you, how "someone like him" wouldn't be able to handle being a dad, how he'd leave you. The words said by your mother hurt the worst, the things she said about Hobie. Your father was no better, especially when they found out you two agreed to get pregnant before anything else.

Especially after you put the positive pregnancy tests, the test results from blood work with your doctor, and some baby booties on the table as a surprise.

It was supposed to go like you imagined, right? Happy jubilant crying, hugs, congratulations...

You got the exact opposite, with your parents criticizing everything about your boyfriend, the father of your unborn baby. The man you loved.

"What kind of father would he be? A bad one, just look at how he's dressed! You think he can help dress your child?" Your mother scoffed. "And those awful piercings! I bet your baby will be running around with holes in their face by the time they're six!"

"And what about a job? You can't be the only one to support your family. He's a man, he needs to step up and quit it with that "punk lifestyle". It's not suitable to raise my grandchild in!" Your father grunted.

After your baby was born, you cut them off and had a courthouse wedding, and a little get-together with his friends from the Spider Society. A mix of a reception and baby shower.

Joke's on them! Hobie was an amazing father, and an amazing husband. The moment he found out you two were having a little girl?

Pink. And. Purple. Her style would be all punkish of course.

He got stuffed instruments that crinkled for when she would teethe, some guitar-shaped rattles...

And he would never admit it, but Hobie actually cried, when he got to hold your baby girl for the first time. You guys named her Selena. Selena Brown.

She came out angry, wailing, as if she was pissed off at the world she had only been in for a few moments.

"Already got the spirit! Make a big noise, a big statement. That's my girl!" Hobie laughed, playing with her tiny feet.

After that, Hobie was very attentive. From you working from home, he would help. He'd fetch the breast pump when you needed it, would prep the bottles, and keep Selena occupied while you worked. He would even take the late shifts at night to make sure you got your rest.

As Selena got bigger, her hair became a bit unruly, and at times you had no idea what to do with it. Hobie? He came in clutch. The proper ties, hair masks, grease (if needed), oils, brushes...

The trick was getting the rambunctious one year old to hold still while her father attempted to tame the poofy mass.

It was one day, you got up from your computer only to hear Hobie shout your name.

"Babe! Babe!" He cried out, grunting.

Of course, you made a dash for the living room, only to see your husband with your toddler. Apparently she had moved behind him, her hands clinging to his shirt to help keep her balanced as she bounced on her little chubby feet.

Her big brown eyes gleamed as she giggled, her bottom teeth poking out in the most adorable way.

Well... it wasn't from where Hobie sat.

Selena's little fist had a tight hold over one of his wicks, tugging his head back sharp.

"A lil' help, luv?!" He winced, hissing at you as you covered your face to try and keep from laughing.

"Come on, Bug, give daddy's poor head a rest. He's got enough problems with that mess he calls hair." You tease, scooping up your little girl.

But... even though her grip loosened, Hobie's wick stayed attached to her hand.

"Oh... ohhhhh..." You said, clicking your tongue.

"What! What!" Hobie groaned, trying to tug his head free.

"You made me have a spider baby."

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #my writing #answered

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babyleostuff · 10 months

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GOOD FOR YOU | LEE CHAN

☾₊ ⊹ currently playing: good for you by selena gomez

summary | when Chan comes back home tired and hungry, you decide to help him out

word count | 1.5k

pairing | Lee Chan x gn!reader

genre | smut

warnings | dom Chan, sub reader, some dirty talk, m receiving, cum swallowing, swearing, a bit of a spit kink

You were about to put the pot on the stove, as you heard the door quietly open and close. Wiping your hand on the cloth, you padded to the hallway to greet your boyfriend after his long and probably tiring day of schedules.

“Hey, honey,” you said softly, not to startle him.

Wide-eyed, he quickly brought his gaze to you, but immediately calmed down as he saw your figure. Despite the comforting smile settled upon his face, you could see the signs of his exhaustion - slouched shoulders and the lack of his usual gleam in his eyes.

“Why aren’t you asleep? It’s so late,” he said as he approached you and wrapped his arms tightly around you in a comforting hug you both needed. You stoked his back lightly and put your head in the crook of his neck.

“I just wanted to make sure that you’ve eaten before going to sleep,” you whispered and kissed his neck softly, feeling the tension leaving his body.

“You shouldn’t have waited for me. Next time go to sleep, please,” he sighed and put a hand on your cheek to make you look at him. He tried to be stern with you, but whenever he saw your loving gaze, filled with concern, he couldn’t help but to melt at your genuine care and kindness.

He would never be able to express how grateful he was for you, for taking care of him when he was too tired to do it himself.

“How could I go to sleep knowing that you are hungry and tired? I’ll always be there to take care of you, Chan,” you said and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, wrapping your hand at the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He didn’t object, as his hands found their way around your waist, grazing your sides delicately. Toying with the strands at the back of his neck, he sighed into the kiss and you took this opportunity to trace the seam of his lips with your tongue. Obeying to you completely, he started to walk backwards, as you tried to navigate the both of you in the direction of the living room.

“Didn’t you say something about food?” he asked teasingly, as you pushed him down on the couch.

“I can leave if you want, Channie,” you teased him in a mocking tone.

He quickly shook his head and pulled you down on his lap, sliding his hands down to your ass, squeezing it tightly. His lips attached themselves to your neck, leaving small love bites that would certainly bruise later.

Not wasting any time, you pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it away. You pressed your hand against his chest, scratching his skin gently with your nails, dragging them slowly further down to his abs.

“Can’t get enough of me?” he laughed with a raspy voice and an annoying smirk, sending shivers down your back.

Not bothered with answering him, you grabbed his neck once again to shut his cockiness up with a deep kiss. Your tongues tangled together, his hands all over your body and his bulge pressed against your thigh - this is not how you imagined your evening to go. You unconsciously moved your hips to feel more of him, making him groan in the process. He pressed his growing bulge even closer to your core, making you realize how wet you already were and how much you wanted him inside you.

“Are you going to dry hump me all night, baby?” he whispered into your ear. “Or do you want me to fuck you?” He pressed an innocent kiss to your neck, leaning back on the cushions.

He looked so fucking hot - his gorgeous and muscled chest on full display, hooded eyes filled with lust, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, wet from your arousal. You knew that wearing only panties with his sweatshirt would be a great idea.

“Before you do that,” you chuckled, rocking your hips slowly and teasingly against his, making his lips part in a quiet gasp. “Let me take care of you first.” After pressing a wet kiss against his chest and a last one to his mouth, you got off his lap and kneeled before him.

Your every move was deliberately slow and dragged out, to turn your boyfriend on even more. You hadn't even touched him yet and he was already having trouble taking a decent breath. You sweetly kissed his visible tent in his pants, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. He flinched when he felt your lips on his covered cock, which made you snicker under your breath. Normally, Chan was very dominant and would never let you rule him like that, but today he seemed too tired for that, surrendering himself completely to you.

“Are you going to be a good boy and let me make you feel good, hm?” You asked in the most innocent voice you could. This always drove him mad, and tonight was no exception.

“Cut the bullshit, and get to work,” he said in a harsh tone, lifting his hips, so you could pull his sweatpants and boxers down. “And take off my sweatshirt, now,” he rasped impatiently, his dominant aura back in place.

You simply smiled like the good girl you were. “Of course, Channie,” and pulled his sweatshirt off you, which only left you with your black, laced panties. He couldn’t help himself, but to lean forward and cup both of your tits in his hands. He pinched your already hard nipples, giving them a hard tug. Your pussy immediately clenched around nothing, sending another pool of arousal to your core. The lack of any friction was starting to make you crazy, so you put your hand over your covered pussy and rocked against it, trying to relieve yourself a bit.

“Please, let me suck your cock, so you can fuck me after, Channie,” you whined, while he was still playing with your tits. Almost as if annoyed with your begging, he gave one of your tits a particularly harsh squeeze, which made you moan pathetically.

While still rocking your hips against your own hand, you tried to press your breasts harder against his palm. Unexpectedly, he spit on one of them, carefully distributing his saliva all over it.

Satisfied with his work, he simply leaned back comfortably onto the cushions.

“Go ahead, baby,” he gave you a nod of approval, and it was all you needed before rising to your knees to get closer to his dick.

Keeping eye contact with him, you teased his head with a little lick. Going crazy with the tension from today's day and pent up frustration, Chan threw his head back onto the cushions, placing one of his hands on top of your head and pulling your hair harshly. Not bothered by his action, you took his tip softly into your mouth, sucking gently, acting like you’d never done this before.

Licking off his precum, you sighed in satisfaction. “You taste so good, Channie,” and gave him another long lick along his shaft, coating it in your saliva. You couldn’t stop yourself from pushing your panties to the side, and coating your fingers with your own arousal.

“Do you want to taste me too?” you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He only snickered, pulling at your head to make you look at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to taste you later. Now lick your fingers clean, and get back to sucking me off,” he demanded with a stern voice. You wrapped your tongue around your fingers, and gave a content groan, licking your fingers clean from your own juices.

Putting his dick back into your mouth, you started to go deeper and deeper, sucking and licking him alternately, like a lollipop. He swore under his breath and forced your head further down his cock, tired of your teasing. When you were sure that his whole length was covered in your saliva, you decided to take him whole into your mouth.

Tears pooled in your eyes, as he roughly pushed you down and down again, bobbing your head on his own. Your nails scratched the sides of his muscled thighs, but he didn’t seem to notice. You felt your throat burn from the way he was pushing his cock into your mouth, but you didn’t mind whatsoever - the slight degradation and his roughness was only turning you on even more.

Soon, his groans were getting louder and his grip on your head stronger. You knew he was getting close.

“I’m going to come into your mouth, yeah? You’re going to suck me dry, like the good girl you are, right?” You moaned around his cock as much as you could, making him swear loudly and pushing his hips against your face. With your hand against your pussy, you were edging yourself, saving your first orgasm of the day for either his mouth, fingers or his dick.

“Shit, you’re doing so good for me. Now, swallow my cum, baby,” he said, right as he came into your mouth. Sucking every drop of his cum, like he ordered you to do, you pulled his now soft cock out your mouth with a sheepish grin.

“How was that, Channie?” you asked and climbed back onto his lap.

“You know, you’re the best,” he kissed you softly. “Now, it’s my turn.”

Let’s say that the food was forgotten for the night.

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medusa12346 · 2 years

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Astrology observations: Looks

(This post can be applied to any placement of yours, not only rising. It is possible that it will apply more with rising and inner planets.

💅🏻Fixed risings want to be looking mature/look mature, as they're EARTH signs, they want to look grounded, mature and dependable. 💅🏻Pisces are familiar-I feel like because they're the oldest sign or the end, they look familiar to zodiacs.

💅🏻Capricorn placements have a thing with noses, something stands out about them, some examples of them are Rebal D (iykyk, btw it's not bad-i just meant he has a unique one) and Taehyung from BTS.

💅Leo ascendants are literally so confident, I think that's what makes them so pretty but also their features, literally gods and goddesses. Their hair is great, yes but people don't talk about their posture? Like their body or posture is so graceful.

💅🏻Taurus risings seem to get glasses at a young age? I've met quite a few.

💅🏻Earth risings have plump lips! Like they're so beautiful and pretty, I think they love them too and are very invested in them.

💅🏻Not only Scorpio but Aries have also gone through an emo phase

💅🏻Leo risings have SHORT noses, not about the bridge but they have very short noses

💅🏻Hard jaws: Virgo, Cap, Taurus, Aries, Scorpio, Aquarius, Sagittarius

💅🏻Soft jaw: Libra, Pisces, Gemini, Cancer, Leo

💅🏻!I've said this before! But, fixed risings seem to vary so much in styles which is ironic.

💅🏻I've noticed that Sag's are tall, but they have their growth spurt later than other people like they can lag behind a bit during their younger teen phase

💅🏻For Aquarius, they can look a bit uninviting when met for first time but like if you see them after a few months you'll just be so encaptured-

💅🏻For Gemini, they look sooooo sneaky istg like they're about to burn your house down.

💅🏻When older, Capricorn placements love to have beards if possible. They like to look older than they are LMAO

💅🏻Earth and water risings tend to be short while Air and Fire just-SO TALL?

💅🏻Pisces and libra are so obsessed with their eyelashes? Not only their eyes but their eyelashes are so pretty and long too, and they absolutely adore that!

💅🏻Curly hair or wavy hair is very prominent in Aquarius!

💅🏻If you have sun/leo influence you might be born with hair already!

💅🏻Taurus's usually end up being plump and cute and hourglass!

💅🏻THIS IS PROOF all of my taurus friends (any major placements) have wide shoulders

💅🏻Pisces + cancer, libra, aries, 5h can get feet injuries if not careful!

💅🏻Major Capricorn+ Cancer+Libra influence in a person=Anime man vibes

💅🏻Major Cancer+Pisces+Libra=Anime woman vibes

💅🏻Virgo's ARE petite!

💅🏻Cancers, 4th house, Leo, 5th house, Aries influences can mean baby fat lasts for a while! You all are cute.

💅🏻Aquarius influence seem to have short, pointy noses!

💅🏻My leo rising friend loves taking sunkissed photos. Is that common?

💅🏻As a taurus rising I think we have big, rounded yet winged eyes.

↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞Some celebrity notes

💅🏻yall have you seen selena gomez? HER FACE IS SO SOFT AND SHES A CANCER OMG

💅🏻Britney Spears looks exactly as i'd imagine a Scorpio or Aries to be like.

💅🏻Its not even questionable how Bella hadid is a libra rising, nor beyonce being leo.

💅🏻Bro Timothee Chalamet looks so much like a capricorn-Scorpio duo.

✰This is an old post, from an old account. It is mine.

Copyrighted to @amoretarot

#astrology #astrology observations #astro notes #astrology notes #astro observations #astrologyy #astrooooo #astro notesss

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alotofrandomfangirling · 7 months

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Dance with me? (Roronoa Zoro x f!reader)

Summary: you try to convince Zoro to dance to a slow song with you.

A/n: okay so i love dancing. And i love Zoro. So i thought: why not have Zoro dancing?! And then this idea came out 🤣 it's kinda short, just cause i wanted to write down this scenario ajskajakja i hope you like it though 🩷 this was slightly inspired by Selena Gomez's Body Heat. This song isn't as slow as the song i imagine them dancing to in the fic but the lyrics fit sooo well 🤭 also let's pretend there's a band playing at the Baratie lmaooo

Warnings: drinking, swearing, maybe ooc Zoro (i just had to get this man dancing yk ajskajksja)

"We're connected by the sun

And all of the stars above

You melt me and my body feels no shame

And I don't care tonight

If it burns too bright

'Cause, baby, that's why I came"

You were at the Baratie celebrating after very a successful mission!

Luffy and Usopp were inside eating as much as they could (like always lol) and you were outside watching the band play and the people dance.

Sitting with you and sharing drinks, there were your best friend Nami and your crush Roronoa Zoro.

Yep, you were crushing on the moss haired swordsman ever since you joined the straw hats.

You thought about confessing to him several times, but you were really afraid of being rejected and making things awkward at the Going Merry. No, you couldn't risk that, not when you loved your crew that much.

What you didn't know is that the pretty swordsman felt exactly the same, even though he tried to fight that feeling everytime you flashed your beautiful smile at him.

yeah two idiots secretly in love with each other oh well ajskajskaj

The three of you were just relaxing and drinking when the band started playing one of your favorite songs. It was a slow and romantic song that touched deep into your heart.

- oh my gosh, i love this song - you closed your eyes and started swaying to the beat. It felt wonderful.

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol making you brave or if you just couldn't stand hiding your feelings anymore, but you turned to face Zoro and you were so certain of what you were saying even he was a bit surprised.

- come on, dance with me - you said, very sure of your words.

- what? No. I don't do "dancing", (Y/N). - Zoro replied, crossing his arms and looking away, knowing very well that if he kept looking at your beautiful eyes he was going to give in at some point.

- please, it's just one song... i can lead you - you said almost pleading.

You approached him and put your small hand on his strong arm (yep, the alcohol definitely was making you brave). That's when he couldn't resist anymore and turned to look at you.

- please, Zoro... for me?

The way you said that and tilted your head slightly to the side made Zoro feel something deep inside of him he never had felt before. How could he say no to you?

He rolled his eyes:

- okay, okay... but just one song. Make it quick.

You were so happy you nearly jumped out of your seat.

- yay!! It'll be short, i promise. Let's go! - you said clapping and happily standing up.

He got up too and you grabbed his hand to lead him to the dance area. Yes, you just grabbed the Roronoa Zoro's hand and pulled him with you. Maybe it weren't the drinks, maybe you were just really determined to be with him ajskajskaj

When you got there, you started giving him the directions.

- okay, you have to put your hands here - you grabbed both his hands and placed them on your waist. The touch was so soft and intimate it made your whole skin tingle - and i go here - you placed your arms around his neck.

You could feel he was still a bit suspicious about the whole thing for how tense his muscles felt, but you decided you were going to make that a good time for both of you.

- hey, you're tense - you said softly - just... relax, okay? I know it may seem scary but dancing is supposed to be fun. You don't have to be a pro to enjoy it, just... feel it. It's just you and I having a good time together. No pressure at all.

Little did you know Zoro wasn't feeling nervous because of the dancing. Well, maybe a bit (he had never done that before ajskajskaj), but it wasn't the main reason.

He was nervous for being that close to you. God knows what he could do being so close to the girl he had been crushing on for so long.

You ran your hands through his shoulders and arms, trying to calm him down and feeling his strong muscles slowly relaxing under your touch.

- now you just focus on the beat and move along. When i move right, you move right. When i go back, you go forward. Just... feel it and enjoy - you said kindly and you started moving with the song.

You both moved smoothly through the dance floor and it felt amazing.

- see, it's not that hard. I'm sure you've faced bigger challenges than this one, pirate hunter - you emphasized these two words in a mocking way.

That made him chuckle and look down, feeling a bit shy.

Yes! You made him laugh 🤩 you loved knowing you were the one to create such cute sight.

On the other hand: fuck, you made him laugh 💀 everytime he smiled it made you weak on your knees and you couldn't even think straight.

That's when you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest, while you both just moved along to the beat. It was such a blissful moment, dancing to a song you loved and sharing it with a person you loved too.

Being there with him, enjoying the beat, feeling safe in Zoro's arms... you felt like you could live in that moment forever.

When you lifted your head and looked into his eyes again, it was like the rest of the world disappeared. There was just the two of you, holding each other and sharing loving looks.

You were so close and you could feel his eyes staring at your lips. You took that as a sign.

You cupped his cheek and slowly went in for a kiss.

Was that really happening?! You wanted to pinch yourself to check if all of that wasn't actually another delulu dream of yours.

But it was real. You could feel it.

The kiss was soft and sweet, but also full of emotion.

When you parted you were blushing madly so you just hid your face on his chest again and went back to dancing. This time you could feel he laid his head on top of yours too and that made your heart so warm. And that's because you didn't know he was enjoying it so much he had his eyes closed too, or else you would have exploded.

You knew at some point later you and Zoro would have to discuss feelings and stuff, but at that moment all that mattered was enjoying now.

You stayed like that for another few seconds until the song ended and everyone started clapping at the band. You and Zoro parted and smiled at each other. crap there was that pretty smile again

- see, you nailed it! - you said playfully punching him - thank you for coming with me, it was so nice. And i kept my promise, short and quick - you chuckled.

- yeah... now i kinda wish it lasted longer though - he said trying to look away to hide the small blush that was on his cheeks. Now besides smiling!Zoro, you also had him blushing?! It was definitely a dream.

You hooked your arm in his and led him out the dance area.

When you were going back to your seats, you saw Nami staring at you with a smug face. Damn, was she watching the whole thing?! Prepare for teasing in 3, 2...

- what a show, huh? - Nami said smirking and raising her eyebrows.

- shut up, Nami - Zoro said nonchalantly as he sat down and crossed his arms again, with that "100% done" face of his to try to hide the faint blush that was still on his cheeks.

You just chuckled and sat down for another drink, still feeling the bliss of that amazing moment you had just lived.

And you know what, the night was just beginning. Who knows what else could happen 😉

"Let's go all night

Just you and me

If you're the flame, I'm kerosene"

#roronoa zoro x reader #one piece x reader #live action roronoa zoro #one piece live action #opla!zoro x reader

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kikiwooo · 1 year

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| • Falling hard for you

notes: sfw & nsfw, female & male reader, there are two different occasions, yeah I did write for the both genders.

| reblogs and comments are appreciated |

don't heart the post, I want fucking reblogs idc that I'm being rude, it's what I deserve.

[ Dyrroth ]

The most clueless one, legit thought something happened to him. Dyrroth can and will shamelessly stare at you from across the room. He needs to solve...why you are so attractive to him in the first place.

Refuses to get help from others, they'll tease him at the end of the day anyway. Especially Selena, that witch girl is just no-no. If you're someone that takes part in the matches, prepare to be his first of last target. You make him pretty light headed and the Abyss Prince doesn't like that. Dyrroth gets pretty snappy when he's light headed, no, not to you, he doesn't have the face to talk to you, but his teammates aren't safe from his curses.

The Abyss Prince loves to think about you, his favourite thing to pass time. Beneath him or pinned to wall, eyes wide...

If you're female

Dyrroth will take his precious time to bite into your gorgeous skin after he caught you in the enemy's jungle. He'll pin both of your hands, the more you struggle and let out cute noises the more excited he gets.

" Heh, stop struggling now. Do you see what you're causing? " Dyrroth says while pointing his bulge.

If you're male

Dyrroth specially gets more arousal if you're stronger than him by any chance. His bulge throbs painfully as he watches you fight. The little hearts in his eyes tells everything. His dick stands proud and ready to hump into you or you into him quickly. He doesn't care who's top or who's bottom all he can think about is sweet sweet relief.

" All alone.. all mine. I won't let you get away this time. Obey me and come here~ "

[ Badang ]

Badang would try to be charming while being a complete shy. Ironic. He would be more bold with males tho. He'd try to charm you in his own ways, Badang is a show-off like Lapu-Lapu. If he's got a crush on you, he's got it bad. He'd try to impress you w/ his skills, good job ignoring him.

Badang would enjoy you being on the enemy team more than being his teammate, don't mind him.. that will definitely lead to some interesting ' encounters ' he won't miss the opportunity to battle against you. Being defeated by you makes him feel some things...

Badang is really into make-out and you're so tempting. Badang would be more rough with a male partner while being more gentle with a female partner.

If you're female

Badang is touchy, expect him to be handsy. He'd grab you by arms and hold you in place, you move around too much and your sounds... someone can hear you y'know? The risk of getting seen turns him on.

" Shh... they're coming this way. " Badang says as he pulls you flush against his bare chest.

If you're male

He cannot avoid his bulging dick in his pants. Badang would probably be a little less horny to a male partner, however don't let this get you. Do you even know how much of a turn-on you are to him?

" H-ah! A-alright stop now! T-thats e-enough. "

[ X.Borg ]

X.Borg is a tricky one, he can be playful and is bit messy on the head. He wants someone who can keep up with his craziness, his..weird ideas to have fun. There's %50 chances that you two can be ally's or enemy's, who knows.

X.Borg isn't someone to let his guard down real quick. He will test you first, to see if you're the perfect one to him. However, he'll act a bit more warm to you. If you take part in matches, X.Borg would teasingly flick your head, not too rough not too soft, everytime you die in some stupid way. His way of telling you to not care about that, but of course as long as you don't bring the team down with you.

X.Borg is dirty minded, keep that in mind. He'll imagine all kinds of scenario(s) with you. You beneath him or on top of him, doesn't matter he's got the imagination going on.

If you're female

You'll be shorter than him and that's a plus. He can easily manhandle you, which means, lift you on a counter by your thighs and make out with you.

" Heh., not so confident now huh? " X.Borg says as he dives into your neck, letting out sloppy sounds.

If you're male

X.Borg would definitely want to be a top, but wouldn't be much against being a bottom. Of course, he won't go down without a fight. He's both biter and sucker, he'll try to leave as much as mark he can leave on your body. X.Borg is definitely a freak in bed.

" Giving up so soon? Come on (Name)! Entertain me more! "

#mobile legends #mobile legends bang bang #mlbb #mlbb x reader #mobile legends bang bang x reader #mobile legends x reader #gn reader #dyrroth #dyrroth x reader #badang #badang x reader #x.borg #x.borg x reader #x reader

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reinathevocaloid · 3 months

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A Sladick Playlist

(Bc these two have been living in my head rent-free these days lol)

Animals by Maroon 5 (Cover by Living in Fiction)

Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down, eat you alive Just like animals

I Don't Know Why by Imagine Dragons

Dangerous Your love is always dangerous And now I'm lost in us We're livin' in a lying trust

damn. by Rei Ami

So tell me why you're back again Say what you mean, mean what you say 'Cause what you give is what you get And I don't forget

Killing Time by Infected Mushroom

In my dreams (I can kill you) Close to me You open the cage and he sets you free

Amsterdam by Daughter

Heavy eyed crawling on the roadside Swinging from the street lights I hope by the morning I will have grown back

heart of steel by sanjay.

What would I do with a heart of steel Protect what I love when I don't even feel Taken the chance to fix what I need Nothings right I need a chance to breathe

Maybe by Flower Face

You're the one who's in my body, ripping at the seams And you're the one who's crashing on the highways in my dreams Maybe I won't, maybe I will I haven't slept so easy since you left me in the wild I wish I could've loved you right, but I was just a child Maybe I won't, maybe I will run back to you

Psychobabble by Frou Frou

Do just what I tell you And no one will get hurt Don't come in any closer 'Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two Make no sudden movements And no one need get hurt You're making me nervous If you know what's good for me why would I be loving you?

Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys

When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock When you know who's callin' even though the number is blocked When you walked around your house wearin' my sky blue Lacoste And your knee socks

Turn Off The Lights by Panic! At The Disco

I got so sick of being on my own Now the devil won't leave me alone It's almost like I've found a friend Who's in it for the bitter end

Just Pretend by Bad Omens

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

Invisible by Plumb

I cannot see you But I can feel you I just wanna be with you I've nowhere else to go I've nowhere else to go

Red by BEAUZ

I know all your little secrets Did you think that I'd forget? The first cut always goes the deepest You ain't seen nothing yet

Waiting Game by BANKS

Baby I'm thinking it over What if the way we started made it something cursed from the start? What if it only gets colder Would you still wrap me up and tell me that you think this was smart 'Cause lately I've been scared of even thinking 'bout where we are

The Walk by Imogen Heap

No, it's not meant to be like this Not what I planned at all I don't want to feel like this So that makes it all your fault

The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez

The bed's getting cold and you're not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I'm not alive until you call And I'll bet the odds against it all

Hold Me Like A Grudge by Fall Out Boy

Hold me, hold me like a grudge The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up, whoa Faster and faster, can't do it on my own Part-time soulmate, full-time problem, yeah So hold me like a grudge

Strange Birds by Birdy

You've always loved the strange birds Now I want to fly into your world I want to be heard My wounded wing's still beating, You've always loved the stranger inside Me, ugly pretty

Coming Down by Halsey

Now we're lost somewhere in outer space In a hotel room where demons play They run around beneath our feet We roll around beneath these sheets

Death Valley by Fall Out Boy

But we are alive Here in death valley But don't take love off the table yet 'Cause tonight It's just fire alarms and losing you We love a lot So, we only lose a little But we are alive

The Definition of Not Leaving by Hands Like Houses

I want you to follow and find me Howl like its us and no-one else We could keep out the sadness and stand so tall We could run like wild things, and lie right where we fall

Undisclosed Desires by Muse

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask I want to exorcise the demons from your past I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Disciple by IAMX

Disciple, I absolve you So forgive yourself enough to obey the naked truth That you need to be owned And you beg to be controlled

On The Run by Kayou.

I guess you're back Are you gonna tell me where you went? All the messages I sent, with no reply It's like that You're just gonna walk into my room I hate how you assume That there will always be a place for you By my side Day or night You know that it's killing me

Raw Raw by K.Flay

I came up from the depths of hell with a golf club in my hand You disarmed me, no defense My armor turned to sand It's hard to escape the wounds of the past Every time I feel something real, I wanna take it back

Red Lights by Stray Kids

I'm going crazy now, out of control, I I'm staying up all night again The moment when I close my eyes All I see is red lights

All About Us by t.A.T.u.

They say They don't trust You, me, we, us So we'll fall if we must 'Cause it's you, me And it's all about, it's all about It's all about us

Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy

Scar-crossed lovers forever I'm checking myself out forever I'm saving this all for later Scar-crossed lovers forever Here we are, untouched forever I'm saving this all for later, oh

Spiracle by Flower Face

And I want your parties, the shark in your water The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over And I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow The sweat on your palms and your surveillance shadow

#sladick #shut up anya #my playlists

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kyleoreillylover · 3 months

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Forgiveness

Sami Zayn x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: After Sami leaves the Bloodline, he begs for your forgiveness, after weeks of you avoiding him and refusing to work with him again. But Sami wouldn't be Sami if he gave up, and after he lays it all on the line⎯ for better or for worse⎯ he begs for your forgiveness in a different way.

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more-blog @selena-tyler-564@saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01@empressdede

word count:8,286

setting: around late march 2023

warnings: smut!!

a/n: not really my best work but I love Sami, got inspired by him nd Kevin's storyline, and worked hard on this so here I am posting it. Hope ya'll enjoy!! (also gif doesn't resemble reader, just a aesthetic for the fic, imagine the reader however you want!)

The sun setting on the horizon made for a beautiful view, but Sami couldn't take his eyes off of you as he raced to catch up with you.

You looked gorgeous even while angry. You wore a frown on your face and a hoodie that clung to your figure, the soft fabric swaying with each step you took.

"Wait, Y/N, wait!" He called after you as you reached your car, ignoring him and unlocking the trunk, trying to put your luggage away. Sami grabbed your arm gently, trying to get your attention.

"Please, just hear me out," he pleaded, his voice filled with urgency and sincerity.

You turned to face him, your expression a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Let me guess, Kevin didn't hear you out so you saw fit to come after me instead?" you retorted, your tone sharp yet tinged with vulnerability.

Sami's eyes softened as he took in your words. "I know you're upset, and you have every right to be. But please, just hear me out," he implored, his gaze locking with yours.

"I gave you how many months to leave the Bloodline and then you chose them over me! And now you expect me to listen to whatever excuse you have?" You snapped, your voice trembling with hurt and betrayal.

"Just do what you do best and leave me alone." Your words hung heavy in the air, thick with emotion as you shut your car trunk forcefully, signaling the finality of your decision.

Sami took a step back, his heart sinking at your words. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and the weight of his choices pressed heavily on his shoulders. But he couldn't give up without one last try. He would never give up on you. "Y/N, please," he pleaded again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I messed up, but⎯"

"But what?" You interrupted, your voice filled with a mixture of anger and pain. "There's nothing left to say, Sami. You made your choice."

Sami took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he looked into your eyes, seeing the hurt reflected back at him. "But I made the wrong choice, Y/N. I was blinded by loyalty, by the promises they made. But I see now that none of it matters if I don't have you by my side," he confessed, his voice trembling with sincerity.

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "It's too late, Sami. I'm not sure I can trust you anymore," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your racing heart.

Sami reached out, his hand trembling as he tried to brush away a tear from your cheek, but you flinched away, your heart still raw from the pain he had caused. "I understand if you can't forgive me right away. But please, give me a chance to make things right," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

He wanted to tell you how he really felt about you, but he didn't want to scare you away when you are already being so hostile. "We can defeat the Bloodline together, we don't even have to be friends, we can just work together, but I know that we can beat them if we're united."

You stared at him, and Sami's heart hurt when he saw even more pain and hurt flash across your face. You scoffed, sarcastically chuckling at his suggestion. "Work together?" Your voice cracked with emotion, the pain of betrayal still fresh in your heart.

"Yes, work together," Sami affirmed, his voice unwavering despite the uncertainty in your gaze. "I know it won't be easy, and I know I don't deserve your trust right now. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn it back. I'll prove to you that I'm on your side, that I'm committed to fighting against the Bloodline and protecting you."

You studied him for a moment, and you bit your lip, willing the tears to stay at bay. The ache in your chest was almost suffocating, and Sami's concern grew tenfold at seeing you in such distress. "Please, Y/N," he pleaded softly, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "Give me a chance to make things right. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, to show you that my loyalty lies with you."

You pushed his hand away gently, taking a step back as you processed his words. The air was heavy with tension, and the fading sunlight cast long shadows across the pavement. Sami's eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of hope.

"Why would I want to work with someone who doesn't even wanna be my friend?" You paused, your voice wavering as you struggled to articulate the storm of emotions raging inside you. "You don't even want to be my friend, Sami. You just want to use me to beat the Bloodline," you accused, the bitterness evident in your tone.

Sami's brain shut down at your words, his heart sinking even further at the realization of how much he had hurt you. He had been so consumed by his own guilt and fear that he had failed to realize he went about this the wrong way. He didn't ask if you still wanted to be his friend, he simply assumed that you would be willing to work together solely based on your shared enemy.

He had been so focused on convincing you to join his cause that he had neglected the most important thing: your feelings. And he knew you deserved more than that.

"Y/N, that's not true," he protested, his voice pleading as he took a step closer to you.

"Oh really? Then what is true, Sami?" you challenged, your voice laced with skepticism. "Enlighten me, because from where I'm standing, it seems like you only care about yourself and your vendetta against the Bloodline."

Sami's heart sank further at the harshness of your words, but he knew he deserved every bit of it. He had been selfish, so consumed by his own anger and guilt that he had failed to see the pain he had caused you. And now, standing before you, he realized just how much he had lost by pushing you away.

"I know I've made mistakes, Y/N," Sami began, his voice heavy with remorse. "And I'm sorry. I've been so focused on trying to make things right that I lost sight of what truly matters: you."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say next. "I don't just want to defeat the Bloodline. I want to protect you, to make sure you're safe. And if that means putting aside our differences and working together, then I'm willing to do it. But not just as allies, Y/N. As friends."

You looked at him, searching his eyes for any hint of deception, but all you found was sincerity. His words echoed in your mind, and you felt the walls you had built around your heart begin to crumble. Could you really trust him again after everything that had happened?

Sami held his breath, waiting for your response, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and he would understand if you couldn't forgive him. But he hoped, with every fiber of his being, that you would give him another chance.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gazed into Sami's earnest eyes, seeing the vulnerability and regret reflected back at you. Despite the pain he had caused, there was something in his plea that resonated with you, something that made you want to believe in the possibility of redemption.

Then you opened your car door, the same frown from earlier still etched on your face, but the anger had softened into a weary resignation. "Then go ask Jey, your new bestie, for forgiveness because I don't know if I can give it to you," you glared at him, looking up at him through teary eyes. "Or go ask Cody for help since he seems to be your go-to these days."

Sami's heart sank as your words pierced through him like daggers. He had lost your trust, and he knew that mending it would be an uphill battle. But he wasn't ready to give up on you, not when you meant more to him than anything else in the world.

You went to go inside the car, but Sami gently reached out and placed his hand on the car door, stopping you from closing it.

"Y/N, please," he pleaded softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I've made mistakes, and I can't change the past. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us. Please, don't shut me out."

You felt your resolve starting to crumble, so you paused, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. Sami's touch sent a shiver down your spine, a bittersweet reminder of the connection you once shared. Despite your anger and hurt, a part of you still longed for the comfort of his presence.

"Sami, move." You tried to push the car door closed, but Sami's grip tightened slightly, preventing you from shutting him out completely.

"I'm still your best friend, I'm still the same guy that you used to confide in, lean on, and laugh with. The guy you love is back." Sami said softly, his voice laced with emotion.

"I don't even want that version of you anymore, Sami. I don't want anything to do with you." " you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "So go back and beg Roman for forgiveness, I'm sure he'll listen to you. Or better yet, go find a new ally in the Bloodline. Because as far as I'm concerned, you made your choice."

With that, you managed to push the car door closed, leaving Sami standing alone in the fading light, his heart heavy with regret and longing.

Sami's heart shattered at your words, the weight of his mistakes bearing down on him like a heavy burden. He had lost you, the person who meant everything to him, and he didn't know if he could live with that regret.

"Y/N!" He banged against your car door, desperation evident in his voice as tears welled up in his eyes. He moved in front of the car, causing you to roll down the windows and glare at him. "Sami, I might hate you but I'm not gonna hit you with my car," you snapped, your voice sharp with anger and frustration. "So move!"

"No!"

"Why can't you just let me go?!" It was 6 simple little words, but it finally pushed Sami to admit what he thought you'd deserved to know, what he hoped would stop you from leaving him for good.

"Because I'm in love with you!"

The car came to a complete stop as Sami's words hung in the air, the weight of his confession sinking in. You stared at him in disbelief, your heart racing in your chest as you struggled to comprehend what he had just said.

"What?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

"I'm in love with you," Sami repeated, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "I have been for so long, but I was too afraid to admit it. I let my fear and insecurities cloud my judgment, and I pushed you away when all I wanted was to hold you close and never let go."

You sat there, stunned into silence as Sami's words washed over you like a tidal wave. The truth of his feelings hit you like a ton of bricks, shattering the walls you had built around your heart.

You had never expected Sami to admit something so vulnerable, so raw, and yet here he was, baring his soul to you in the fading light of the sunset. You never thought the guy who you have loved for so long would have the courage to confess his feelings, especially after everything that had happened between you.

Sami's heart was in his throat as he waited for your response, his hands shaking with anticipation. He had bared his soul to you, laid his heart on the line, and now all he could do was hope and pray that you felt the same way.

The tension between you was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Sami's heart was racing a mile a minute, his entire being hanging on your next words.

"If you are just saying that to manipulate me to helping you with the Bloodline, I swear to god, Sami⎯" you started, your voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and hope

"I swear on everything I hold dear, Y/N," Sami interjected, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm not lying to you. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I always will. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, especially after everything I've done, but I had to tell you the truth. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't."

Your brain was reeling, trying to process Sami's confession. The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable, and you found yourself torn between the pain of his betrayal and the longing in your heart for the love you had always secretly wished for.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of deceit, but all you found was raw honesty and vulnerability. You felt your heart constrict at his words, torn between the love you still harbored for him and the pain he had caused you.

But deep down, you knew that despite the hurt and anger, you couldn't deny the love you still felt for Sami. Could you trust him again? Could you open your heart to him after everything that had happened?

"I…." You struggled to find the right words, your mind swirling with conflicting emotions. You yelped when the car suddenly jerked forward, the engine roaring to life as you inadvertently pressed on the gas pedal in your confusion.

Sami stumbled backward, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched you fumble with the car controls, shutting down your car and bringing it to a halt. The sudden jolt snapped you out of your thoughts, and you looked at Sami with wide eyes, realization dawning on you.

"Y/N, please," Sami pleaded, rushing back to the car door. "I know I've dropped a bombshell on you, and I understand if you need time to process it. But please, don't leave me. I need you."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. The air in the car felt heavy with the weight of Sami's confession, and you hesitated before finally speaking. "Get in the car," you said quietly, unlocking the doors.

Sami's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of hope and disbelief crossing his face. "W-What?" he stammered, not daring to believe what he had just heard.

"Get in the car, Sami," you repeated, your voice softer this time. The vulnerability in Sami's eyes tugged at your heart, and despite the pain, you couldn't ignore the love that still lingered between you.

Sami didn't waste a second. He opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, his eyes never leaving yours. The car was filled with a tense silence as you both processed the whirlwind of emotions that had unfolded in the past few minutes.

"I don't know if I can forgive you, Sami," you admitted, your voice breaking. "But I also can't deny that I still love you."

Sami's eyes filled with tears, and he reached out to gently cup your face. "I will spend every day of the rest of my life proving to you that I'm worthy of your love, Y/N. I promise."

Your hand trembled as you placed it over Sami's, feeling the warmth of his touch. The air was thick with emotion, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The weight of the past, the pain, the betrayal, and the love hung in the air, creating a complex tapestry that neither of you could easily unravel.

"Kiss me." You felt the words escape your lips, surprising even yourself. The intensity of the moment, the raw emotions, and Sami's confession had left you yearning for a connection that transcended the pain.

Sami's eyes widened in astonishment, a mix of joy and relief spreading across his face. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned in, closing the distance between you. His lips met yours in a tender kiss, a fusion of longing and remorse. The world outside the car seemed to disappear as you lost yourself in the bittersweet taste of reconciliation.

You groaned into Sami's lips as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer. You gingerly brought your hand to his hair, experimentally pulling the soft strands, and Sami let out a low groan at the sensation.

You pulled again, and he deepened the kiss, the taste of salty tears mingling with the sweetness of the moment, each moment a silent promise of a new beginning.

You needed his hands on you, touching you everywhere, needed his eyes to convey the sincerity of his love. You've waited years to feel his touch, and months to have him back in your life, and you didn't want to wait any longer.

You broke the kiss, panting heavily as you sat up and moved to Sami's lap, his hands helping you find a comfortable position. The car's interior was filled with the soft glow of the dashboard lights, casting a warm ambiance that matched the newfound warmth between you and Sami.

Sami looked up at you, breath taken away by your beauty in the new light, your eyes filled with a mixture of love, vulnerability, and a hint of mischief. He couldn't believe that you were here, in his arms, after everything that had transpired.

"I love you, Y/N," Sami whispered, his voice filled with sincerity and awe as he cupped your face in his hands. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, proving that you're the only one I want."

You smiled, a mixture of emotions playing on your lips. "You have a lot of making up to do, Sami Zayn," you teased, your tone light but with a twinkle in your eyes. "But I love you too, even though I should probably be mad at you."

Sami chuckled, a genuine sound of relief escaping him. "I'll take it. I'll make it up to you every day, I promise." He pressed a kiss to your lips, gentle at first, but neither of you could resist the magnetic pull, and soon the kiss deepened into a passionate exchange of shared emotions and promises. The car became a cocoon of love, a sanctuary where past wounds were starting to heal.

Your hands were everywhere; on Sami's shoulders, tangled in his hair, tracing the lines of his face as if trying to memorize every detail. Sami's hands, equally eager, explored the curve of your waist, the small of your back, as if he, too, was afraid this moment might slip away.

"You're mine." You kissed Sami's neck, your voice a whisper against his skin. "All mine. No Bloodline, no Jey, you're all mine."

Sami smiled against your lips, savoring the possessiveness in your words. He realized what some of the hurt you were feeling was stemming from. "You're jealous of Jey." He licked his lips, his eyes locked with yours, a sight that made you feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

You nodded, unable to deny the twinge of jealousy that had gnawed at your heart when Sami mentioned his newfound closeness with Jey. "I was," you admitted, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I know I have no right to be, you can be with whoever you want to be with."

You sighed, trying to push away the insecurity that lingered in the corners of your mind. "I bet you had all of them lining up to be with you."

"Y/N, look at me." When you didn't respond immediately, Sami gently tilted your chin up, making sure your eyes met his. "I don't want anyone else, and I never did. Yes, I had offers, but I politely declined because my heart belonged to you. I might have been foolish, blinded by misplaced loyalties, but my love for you never wavered."

You searched Sami's eyes, finding a sincerity that melted away the last traces of doubt in your heart. "You better not be saying this to sweet-talk your way out of trouble," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sami chuckled, his forehead pressed against yours. “I’m pretty sure you would see through any sweet-talk, wouldn't you?" he said, his voice filled with affection. "I mean every word, Y/N. You're the one I want, now and always."

You grinned, a mixture of relief and happiness flooding your heart. "Well, you've got a lot of proving to do, Sami Zayn. Starting by kissing me like you mean it." You tilted your head, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

Sami didn't need a second invitation. He captured your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all the love and longing he felt into the moment. The car became a cocoon of shared desires, a sanctuary where past wounds were gradually replaced by the promise of a new beginning.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth, the taste of his kiss awakening a hunger that had been dormant for too long. Sami responded eagerly, deepening the kiss as if trying to convey all the emotions he couldn't put into words. The air around you crackled with the intensity of the connection, a magnetic force pulling you both into a realm where only the present moment mattered.

It felt addictive. Sami felt addictive, his touch, his kiss, the way he held you—everything about him was a drug you couldn't get enough of. And in that moment, you both surrendered to the powerful currents of love, forgiveness, and desire.

You grinded against Sami's lap, the friction sending shivers down your spine. His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin as you continued grinding against his lower half.

The car's windows began to fog up, the heat between you and Sami intensifying with each passing second. It was a dance of passion and longing, a physical manifestation of the emotions that had been bottled up for too long.

Sami's breath hitched as he broke the kiss, his eyes locking with yours. The intensity in his gaze spoke volumes, a silent promise of devotion and commitment. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

"I love you too, Sami," you replied, your voice equally breathless. The weight of the past seemed to lift off your shoulders, replaced by the intoxicating energy of the present moment. "And I need you, right now."

You felt the slow creeping of lust overcoming the remnants of hurt and anger as your eyes never felt Sami. His dark jacket was deliciously disheveled from your passionate encounter, and the tousled hair added to his allure.

Sami smiled at your words, a mixture of love and desire in his eyes. He leaned in to capture your lips once more, the hunger between you escalating.

You swirled your tongue across Sami's lips, eliciting moans and sighs from him. Your body arched toward him, pressing your chest to his, reveling in the feel of his strong embrace. A sense of belonging and love washed over you, replacing the lingering anxiety and guilt that had plagued you since you were both at odds.

He responded by kissing you hungrily, his lips caressing yours as if they would never leave your skin. You felt the need for him grow, desperate for the contact that had been denied for so long.

The heat between you intensified as your hands wandered from his hair to his hips, gripping onto the material of his jacket, desperately seeking more friction.

"Take your jacket off," you whispered against his lips, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and urgency. Sami complied, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside. The cool air against his exposed skin sent a shiver down his spine, but the warmth of your body against his quickly erased any lingering chill.

Your hands traced the contours of his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall with each ragged breath. Sami's fingers worked skillfully to unbutton your hoodie, revealing the soft curves of your body underneath. You still had your gear on, the purple fabric clinging to your form, a stark contrast to the heated passion that enveloped you both.

"You look incredible," Sami breathed, his eyes roaming over your body with admiration. He couldn't believe he was here, with you, after everything that had transpired.

"I'd look even better with your hands all over me," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. Sami chuckled, his fingers deftly working to remove your hoodie, revealing the warmth of your skin underneath.

The air in the car was thick with desire as you both surrendered to the magnetic pull between you. Sami's lips left yours, trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers through your body. The car became a haven of shared desire, the world outside forgotten as you lost yourselves in the intimate dance of love and longing.

Your fingers tangled in Sami's hair, urging him to explore more, to deepen the connection between you. His hands, skilled and gentle, traced the curves of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The air was thick with the scent of passion, and the car windows were now completely fogged up, shielding your private moment from the outside world. Thank god for tinted windows.

Sami's lips found yours again, the intensity of the kiss deepening as the hunger for each other grew. The car's interior was filled with the sound of ragged breaths, moans, and the soft rustling of clothes being discarded.

Your hand found the chair's lever, reclining the seat to create more space. Sami eagerly moved with you, the seat accommodating your desire for closeness. He laid you on top of him, his body cradling yours in a sweet fusion of warmth and desire.

The air around you crackled with the shared anticipation, the world outside the car ceasing to exist as you both succumbed to the magnetic pull that bound you together.

"Are…" You kept kissing Sami's sentences away, taking off his pants in the process, making him moan in pleasure. Sami's hands were equally busy, exploring every inch of your body with a gentle yet passionate touch.

"You..." "…sure about this?" Sami managed to speak between kisses, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. He wanted to make sure you were both on the same page, that this wasn't just a moment of shared desire but a choice made with a clear mind.

You nodded, locking eyes with him, your gaze filled with a mix of love and longing. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," you replied, your voice filled with determination. "Now, are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna show me just how much you've missed me?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sami's response was a deep, passionate kiss that left no room for further words. The car became a cocoon of shared desire, the world outside fading away as you and Sami surrendered to the intoxicating energy of the moment.

"Take off that gear." Sami whispered, his voice filled with a primal hunger. You complied, slowly peeling off the last of the purple fabric, revealing the soft curves of your body. Sami's eyes devoured the sight, a mixture of awe and desire reflecting in his gaze.

"You are absolutely breathtaking," Sami whispered, his voice filled with reverence as he traced his fingertips along the contours of your body. The car's interior was filled with the soft glow of the dashboard lights, casting a warm ambiance that matched the newfound warmth between you and Sami.

"Oh, Sami," you sighed his name, the anticipation building between you two. He hovered over you, his eyes locking with yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You nodded, a silent agreement passing between you. With that, Sami sealed the promise with a deep, soulful kiss.

You straddled his lap, your body flush against his, feeling his hot breath caress your face. You felt his heart racing wildly, as if he was running away from an impending apocalypse.

Sami gazed up at you in adoration, his eyes brimming with sincerity, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he nuzzled against your shoulder. He stared at you with such tenderness and affection that even your heart swelled with happiness. "You're perfect," Sami mumbled as his hand went to your chest, tracing a delicate pattern over your rapidly beating heart.

He leaned forward, capturing your mouth once more in another searing kiss. You returned his kiss with equal fervor, letting the emotions inside you take control.

This time it was Sami who led, and you gave Sami the lead as his kisses became increasingly hungry. His tongue swept into your mouth as his hand tweaked your nipple, causing you to gasp and shudder beneath him.

"Fuck," Sami groaned, biting harshly into your lip before sucking it between his teeth.

Was this man trying to kill you before he even got to the main event? The intensity of the moment heightened, the air heavy with the scent of desire. Your hands found their way to Sami's shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles as you let out a low moan.

"Don't tease." You pleaded, your voice a breathy whisper against Sami's lips. His hands continued their exploration, trailing down your sides and over your hips, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Sami chuckled, the sound a mixture of desire and amusement. "I thought you liked a little tease," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch.

"I like it when it leads to something more," you replied, your voice husky with desire. Sami's fingers traced the waistband of your panties, teasingly pulling at the fabric. The anticipation in the air was palpable, the desire between you reaching a fever pitch.

With a swift motion, Sami removed your panties, his eyes locking with yours as he discarded the last barrier between you. The intensity of the moment held you both in its grip, a shared hunger that had been building for far too long.

You always told him how you couldn't stand when he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, but in this moment, you felt like it was true. Sami's gaze was filled with nothing but love and desire, his eyes tracing every curve and contour of your body as if committing them to memory.

"Are you ready?" Sami whispered, his voice a soft caress against your skin. You nodded, unable to find the words to express the longing and anticipation that consumed you.

With trembling hands, Sami guided himself to your entrance, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You gasped as he slowly entered you, the feeling of fullness overwhelming in the best possible way.

You need this. Needed the connection, the intimacy, the reassurance that despite the tumultuous journey, you and Sami were finally back in each other's arms. The car became a sanctuary of shared desire, the soft moans and sighs filling the air as your bodies moved in perfect harmony as you rode him.

Sami felt the same overwhelming rush of emotions, his heart pounding in sync with yours. The sensation of being intimately connected with you, of finally bridging the gap that had grown between you, was like a balm to his wounded soul.

He watched as your face contorted with pleasure, the tension in your body slowly giving way to ecstasy. Every moan, every sigh that escaped your lips fueled the fire within him, driving him to match your rhythm, to lose himself in the shared passion.

But you needed more than what Sami was giving you. Your heels dug into the car's seat as you arched your back, silently asking for more. "Sami, faster, please." you moaned, your voice a desperate plea.

Sami smiled at your request, his love-filled eyes locking with yours. He adjusted his pace, picking up speed and intensity. You moaned out unabashedly as he responded to your request, the new rhythm sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Fuck! Keep going, Sami," you urged, your voice a breathless plea. You dug your nails into his back, the sensation only adding to the intensity of the moment.

"Like this?" Sami whispered, his voice a low growl as he gripped your hips to increase his thrusts. He never thought he would see you like this- a pure angel in his eyes- trusting him with your pleasure, trusting him to love you just as much as you love him

"Yes, oh God yes!" A pleasured cry escaped your lips, your head falling onto Sami's shoulder as he hit your sweet spot with each thrust. sweet spot with each thrust. The car's suspension creaked in response to your passionate entanglement, the rhythmic sounds of your moans and Sami's grunts filling the confined space.

You were lucky that no one else was around to witness the passionate symphony unfolding inside the car. The windows were still fogged up, concealing the intimate scene between you and Sami.

It was fast, hard and , and intense. The car rocked with the rhythm of your bodies colliding, the heated air inside the car reflecting the fiery passion that consumed you both. You couldn't get enough of him: your hands roaming over his torso, his lips, his face, his neck.

Each touch, each kiss, every movement sent electric shocks down your veins, your mind clouding with pleasure, your heartbeat echoing throughout the whole car. It was almost like all you could hear was the sound of your own breathing, everything else seemed to melt away;

You gingerly scratched at his back, testing how his skin would react. He moaned and twisted under your fingertips, his eyes drifting shut. You felt him tighten his grip on you, bringing your bodies closer together and deepening the kiss.

The feel of his tongue against yours was addicting, and his thrusts were fast yet gentle, matching your own frantic pace perfectly. The feeling of his bare body against your skin sent tingles coursing through you; Sami's strong hands holding you steady, his lips moving slowly, sensually, making you feel like you belonged, making you feel like the queen he claimed you to be.

The taste of his arousal mixed with your own, your own tongue exploring his lips and the taste of the saltiness of his sweat, both sensations sending you spiraling into euphoria.

All that was left to do was to reach climax. It wouldn't be long now, and the urgency in your bodies begged for release.

"Are you close?" Sami asked, breaking the kiss, saliva mingling on your lips as he spoke, feeling you tremble underneath his touch. You bit at the corner of your lips, your head thrown back as your hands clawed at his back. Your entire body shook with need, your thighs clamped tightly around his hips as your body quivered and strained for release. He could tell how much you wanted to cum - how much you loved and craved for the release.

"Yes," you breathed out, feeling yourself nearing the edge. You kissed down his neck, trying to get him to move faster, to cum before your body betrayed you completely.

Your hands grasped handfuls of his hair as you tried to hold yourself together, your cries of need muffled against his neck as you bit his flesh lightly, eliciting an incoherent whine from deep within him.

Sami realized what you were trying to do and immediately began to move faster, thrusting his hips into your core as he brought his fingers down to your clit, flicking your little bundle of nerves, making you gasp with pleasure and write uncontrollably.

"You first." Sami panted. The heat in his eyes had increased tenfold, a burning lustful glare directed straight at you. You had that same lustful fire in your eyes, as if the two of you were one being, a single entity in a state of frenzy.

You went to argue, but he silenced your words with a kiss, his lips moving in synchrony as he thrust himself deeper into you.

You moaned out uncontrollably as you wrapped your legs around Sami, grinding against his hardness until your inner walls clamped around it, pulsating around his finger tips. The combination of Sami's hot body thrusting into you and the delicious feeling of your release looming made you want more and more, wanting to experience every aspect of his touch.

"Sami, I'm going…" Your sentence trailed off with another sharp intake of breath against Sami's neck as Sami began thrusting harder and faster into your body. "I'm going to cum soon." you cried out again, grabbing ahold of his shoulders and squeezing them tight, the pleasure growing more prominent by the second.

"I know." Sami's voice was thick with raw emotion, his eyes locked with yours. "I know baby," he murmured, his fingers tightening their grip on your hips.

Sami pulled away from your mouth just long enough to press a quick kiss to your lips, his forehead resting gently against yours. You couldn't keep your gaze off of his face, drinking in the sight of him, his beautiful face lit with happiness and satisfaction.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stared back at you, his expression so tender and warm that your heart clenched painfully at the thought of him crying because of you.

"Why are you crying?" You managed to grit out despite the knot forming in your throat, unable to contain the emotions that welled up inside of you at the thought of Sami crying because of you. "Did I hurt you?"

Sami chuckled at the thought of you trying to inflict pain on him when he was the reason behind the torment that you felt. He shook his head no, leaning forward to kiss your lips again. "No, I just love you so much," he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours once again. "And I can't believe you're here, my love, that you chose me… That you accepted me back."

His voice broke slightly as he said those last few words, his gaze turning distant as he lost himself in his thoughts, but you didn't let him go without putting an end to the silence. With a soft hand placed on his cheek, you guided his gaze towards you, your own tearful eyes sparkling with joy, love and admiration shining brightly from within.

You reached up and cupped his cheek tenderly, bringing your lips together once again in a passionate kiss, partly because you didn't want him to stop and partly because you felt the desire to commit every detail of his gorgeous face to memory.

As your kisses became hungrier and less controlled, Sami's hands started moving from your waist to your breasts, cupping your nipples and squeezing gently, causing you to involuntarily moan. He moved to place a gentle kiss along your jawline, continuing to suckle on your ear lobe.

"I would always choose you, Sami. You could hurt me a thousand times but I'd always forgive and choose you," you whimpered, your chest rising and falling quickly with every harsh breath. "You're my life. You make me happy. You make me laugh. You take care of me. You give me hope."

With each word you spoke, Sami continued to press small kisses all over your jaw and neck, your body begging for his attention, for completion, his thrusts growing more urgent, strong and forceful. "You're my happiness…my happiness," you repeated, the warmth building inside of you reaching its boiling point. "And I'm not letting you go ever again."

You gasped as Sami suddenly pressed you against the car window with such force you knew that you would never forget the searing coldness against your heated skin, and thurstred his cock deep inside of you. You cried out, your muscles contracting violently around his cock, your hands gripping onto his back desperately. "I love you too, so so much."

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment; savouring the feeling of pure bliss engulfing your body; savouring the feel of his fingers rubbing soothing circles across the exposed skin of your stomach; savouring his free hand rubbing your swollen clit and making you throb even more with each passing minute.

He was making you feel like you were floating above everything, above the world and everyone in it, the stars aligning as you were so close to release, it was like all the pieces that didn't fit together finally made sense; finally, everything finally fell in place.

"How much longer?" Sami whispered into your ear as he lifted your leg higher, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in roughly, a loud groan spilling from his lips as he did.

"Just a little bit more!" You panted out, your grip around his back tightening as you fought off another wave of orgasmic ecstasy.

He growled lowly, throwing his head back as he slammed his hips into you repeatedly, his grip tightening on your ass. Your head dropped backwards against the window as your hands went from his back to his face, holding his head firmly in place.

"Kiss me, please baby." You needed the contact as badly as he did, the closeness allowing you to push your desires aside for one final time. He obliged, capturing your lips with his and sucking hungrily on your lower lip, the action drawing another shudder from your body.

Your hands moved from his face to his hair as Sami continued to pump himself into you relentlessly, his movements ragged, almost savage. You were so fucking close, and when he bit your bottom lip softly, thrusting into you the same time he rubbed your clit harshly, you finally let go.

You felt airy and detached as everything faded away; the sound of the traffic roaring past, the sounds of the wind whistling outside, the warmth radiating through the windows; the smell of his cologne; the taste of his kiss; and the warmth of his body.

All that mattered was the feel of the hard flesh of his erection against you, and him pulling out to cum on your stomach, his breaths coming in short gasps. The both of you stood there panting and trembling in exhaustion, your bodies covered in sweat as your breathing finally settled.

Sami slowly withdrew himself, his hands still clutching the sides of your waist. He smiled at the whine that left your lips, gently kissing your forehead as you laid your head against him again.

"My angel," he muttered softly, pulling you tightly against him, his arms surrounding your body. You hugged him back fiercely and rested your chin on his shoulder, closing your eyes in contentment. You loved it when he called you that. It sounded so good coming from his lips. "I'm sorry for everything, but I'm not letting you go now."

He watched as you continued to cling onto him, seemingly unaware or uncaring that your body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. When your eyes closed, he gently tapped on your face to stop you from napping, a soft smile curving his lips.

"You know you'll regret it if you fall asleep," he commented, his voice filled with amusement and love.

"Nope, I won't. I'm wide awake now," you replied with a yawn, snuggling your head tighter against his chest.

"Oh really?" Sami hummed thoughtfully in response, giving in to the urge to nuzzle you with his nose instead of his lips.

"Yeah, really. I'm just tired from this really cute guy who wore me out with his incredible god-like sex."

A low chuckle left Sami, his fingers stroking against your hipbones as his other arm wrapped tightly around you, pulling you flush against his bare torso and kissing your temple softly. "Cute guy, huh?"

You shrugged, your eyes still closed as he kissed your forehead once again, a playful smile spreading across your features. "Yup, super cute. Tall, handsome, kinda sexy…"

"Sounds pretty impressive."

"Mmm, yeah. And he makes you laugh and smile. He's nice, and funny, and kind, and you know what the best part is?"

"What?" Sami asked as you tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

"That I'm in love with him." You paused, a genuine warmth in your voice as you looked deeply into Sami's eyes. He smiled, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.

"I'm in love with you too," he confessed, his voice soft and sincere. The two of you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside the car seemingly fading away. After how many years of pining for each other, navigating the complexities of your relationship, you found solace in this moment. The car, once a place of intense passion, now transformed into a cocoon of shared affection.

"How long did you wait for me?" Sami asked, his fingers now idly playing with strands of your hair.

You chuckled softly, the post-lovemaking glow illuminating your features. "Since we first met. What about you? How long did you wait for me?"

Sami's gaze softened as he recalled the journey that brought them to this point. "I think I knew pretty early on, but I was scared. Scared of ruining our friendship, scared of losing you altogether. It took me a while to gather the courage to admit my feelings."

You smiled, tracing circles on his chest with your fingertips. "And it only took me threatening to leave for you to spill your feelings, huh?"

Sami laughed, a deep, resonant sound that echoed in the confined space of the car. "Well, I couldn't let you go without a fight. I realized losing you was scarier than admitting how much I cared."

You leaned up to press a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm glad you fought for us."

"Me too," he whispered against your lips, the sincerity in his eyes matching the tone of his voice. The world outside the car seemed to disappear as you shared this intimate moment, the afterglow of your connection lingering in the air.

"I love you," you murmured, your words carrying the weight of years of longing and the joy of finally being together.

"I love you too, more than words can express," Sami replied, his arms holding you close as if afraid you might vanish.

Your phone beeped, and you picked it up to check the notification. Sami watched as a smirk crossed your face, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

"What's so amusing?" he inquired.

You held up the phone, showing him a message from a friend. "Kevin just texted. Turns out he's not as mad at you as you thought. Whatever you said to him must've gotten through to him."

Sami's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of relief and curiosity washing over his features. "Really? What did he say?"

You turned your phone off, giving Sami a playful smile. "Let's just say you'll have backup against Jey during your promo. He forgives you too. But don't tell him I told you."

Sami's eyes brightened with gratitude and love, towards Kevin for finally mending things with him, and towards you for forgiving him and helping in the process. "Thank you," he whispered, sincerity in his eyes, and he kissed you tenderly.

The lingering taste of your shared intimacy and the newfound resolution with Kevin blended in the air. The car, once a stage for intense passion, had become a sanctuary of love, forgiveness, and shared history.

"I'm grateful, too," you whispered, the sincerity echoing in your voice as you returned his kiss. The car, though slightly cramped, felt like the most comfortable place in the world with Sami by your side and his lips on yours.

As you lay there, tangled in each other's arms, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that brought you to this moment. The highs and lows, the laughter and tears, the misunderstandings and resolutions – it all seemed worth it now, as you found yourself in the arms of the person you loved.

"I never want to let you go," Sami admitted, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back.

"Then don't," you replied, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "We've waited long enough, Sami."

Sami smiled at you brightly, like the stars in the night sky above. He kissed you once more, a sweet and lingering kiss that spoke of promises and commitment. "Back me up tonight with Kevin? I'll find you a kendo stick."

You smiled back at him, love and support shining in your eyes. "Always."

As you lay there in each other's embrace, you felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. The outside world and its challenges could wait – in this moment, it was just you and Sami, sharing a space where love and forgiveness triumphed over all obstacles.

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bl00dst41ned · 8 months

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•·.·''·.·• snooze •·.·''·.·•

pairing: justin bieber x sza

summary: in which two superstars announce their relationship to the world

author's note: this music video did something to me, i needed to do this. so Hailey is not the picture, no Jelena (the relationship is DONE), SZA is not a pathological liar here, just vibes. (no Hailey slander or Hailey vs Selena debate allowed. Again, just vibes)

word count: 584

[📍64th Annual Grammy Awards]

“And the Grammy goes to…” Avril Lavigne spoke to the microphone before opening the envelope and reading the names

“Kiss Me More, Doja Cat featuring SZA”

The beautiful black woman walked up to the stage walking as slowly as possible since Doja had taken a toilet break at the wrong time. The both of them gave a little speech before going back to sit down.

The ceremony ended and all the celebrities stood up, going to a private space to leave. As she left the room, her eyes came in contact with a certain someone’s eyes. As if they had had a conversation through their irises, he left the room, Solana following him discreetly to a dark hallway.

“What are we doing he-” She was cut off by some hands wrapping around her waist.

“J, someone could see us” Solana informed constantly looking around to see if anyone was there.

“But they’re not here right now”

His tattooed hand grabbed her jaw, bringing their faces closer until their lips collided. Her arms surrounded his neck as their heads tilted, deepening their kiss. Minutes into them making out, she softly pulled him away, laughing at his frustration.

“Wait at least until we’re back to the hotel” Solana completely got away from his grip. “Can’t risk seeing us on tomorrow’s front pages”

“Imagine: SZA and Justin Bieber caught doing it at the Grammys”

Justin and Solana had met at a celebrity birthday party years ago. They grew friends as they healed from past relationships, helping one another. It all changed when Justin invited her for a date at his house since they didn’t want to be seen in public. She gladly accepted, leading to them spending the night talking, a glass of alcohol in their hands. Months after, they officialized their relationship, choosing to keep it private. To the public, Solana was SZA, this voluptuous woman, talented singer and Justin, the world’s favorite it boy.

“Yeah, can’t let this happen”

“I have to congratulate you on your Grammy though” He sent her a smirk as she avoided eye contact.

“Guess you’ll have to wait, babe”

Solana walked off going back to her team and preparing to leave.

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[📍Hotel]

Solana just got back from the after-party. She entered her hotel room and immediately kicked her heels off. She fell flat on her bed before hearing the door open. A smile appeared, already knowing who it was.

Justin lay down on the bed as Solana, got on top of him, straddling him.

He didn’t waste any time to kiss her, ready to spend the night close to her.

[📍Studio]

Solana sat in her studio listening to different instrumentals. None of them inspired her anything, resulting in her scrolling on Instagram, barely concentrating on her music. A notification popped, which drew her attention.

I just had a dream about u

Sol

And what happened?

can’t text you that 😏

Solana liked his text before finally noticing the beat that was playing.

“Hey, put that on repeat, I like that one” She spoke to her engineer as he did so. She took her notepad and a pen to write lyrics.

I can’t lose when I’m with you

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[Social Media]

justinbieber

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justinbieber my girl >>>>

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BREAKING: Singers SZA & Justin Bieber announce relationship with kiss in new music video

[Snooze music video]

sza

sza how can i snooze <3 mv out now

like, repost and suggest if you want (hope you enjoyed it)

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slvttyplum · 6 months

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ೀ jjk men with songs from my playlist.

this an old draft.

nanami: earned it (weeknd) & kiss it better (riri)

- mm dripping thinking about it

- he’s literally these songs

- but will he fuck you to these?

- yes no question

- put down the pitchforks

- “what are you willing to do?” right! but he’s willing to do a lot for you

- “you’re always worth it.” you’re worth all his time, call him and he’s answering first ring.

satoru: sex, money, feelings die (lykke li) & fetish (selena gomez)

- sex, money, feelings die is my fave song

- anyways

- “baby don’t you cry.” this lyric is so him

- this song just reminds me of him

- “you got a fetish for my love.” both of you feed off each other

- “i push you out and you come right back.” he can’t leave for long and neither can you

- your love for him is a drug and so is yours

- he’s addicted to you.

suguru: little bit (lykke li) & ivy (frank ocean)

- little bit just screams suguru

- “i think i’m a little bit in love with you.”

- that song plays every-time he enters the room

- “and for you i keep my legs apart, and forget about my tainted heart.” UGH!!

- all your worries, breakups, open wounds slip away when he’s with you

- touching you, feeding you words of comfort.

- ivy is so him. stsg

- “i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me.” he’s never felt as much love from anyone but you

- “if you could see my thoughts, you would see our faces.” he’s never not thinking about you

- you’re always on his mind.

- the overall song is just… yeah

toji: twisted (two feet) & child’s play (drake)

- the first song doesn’t have many lyrics to go off of

- but i can imagine fucking him to this

- child’s play is toji in a nutshell but reversed.

- “i took my key and tried to hide it so you can’t find it and out on mileage… then you find it awkward silence.”

- this lyric is so funny to me cause just imagine trying to hide your keys from toji and he finds it and you’re both just looking at each other saying nothing.

- “don’t make me give you back to the hood.”

- you threaten this man every-time that you’ll kick him out if he don’t get his shit together

- “took you from the hood and i could never give you back.” sums up the entire relationship, you threaten him but in your heart you know you can never give him up.

choso: meddle about (chase atlantic) & les (childish gambino)

- yall knew a chase atlantic song was going to be up here

- “we only met each other just the other day, but you already got me feeling some type of way.”

- the two of you were love at first sight, he looked good, you looked good, why can’t two good looking people get together?

- “cause it’s not just a figure of speech you got me down on my knees.” HELL YEAH!!

- he’s down bad for you, more ways than one.

- les gives me toxic choso i can’t explain it

- “we’re kissing in the bathroom… i hope nobody catch us.” he KNOWS y’all not supposed to be messing around but he can’t get enough

- “cause either way, we both lying more than half of the time.” see what i mean??

- maybe i’m projecting but choso being toxic when???

- i need it

- anyways definitely

#toji x you #favorite songs #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk suguru #jjk satoru #jjk geto #gojo satoru #getou suguru x you #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen suguru #nanami x you #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu choso #choso x y/n

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romanarose · 2 years

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Podría Enamorarme

Jake Lockley X Reader

Part 2 to Ese Error Es Cosa De Ayer

Masterlist

This is a smut chapter!!!

You can read this separate if you'd really like, but it's gonna make more sense with context. Either way, if you don't want the context, it'll make sense until the last scene.

Warnings!!: SMUT, choking, p in v sex, fingering, lil rough nothing crazy.

A/N: Thank you for everyone's kind words about the event in the first chapter, which if you didn't read, basically a guy fucked me over really bad. and that's where this fic came from. No Jake Lockley came to save me, but my friend picked me up, took me to his house where he was SUPOSSED TO be waiting bc I talked to the groom, but it still took forever for him to answer. He didn't apologize and all he said was "be safe, make good choices" and i snatched the keys away, said "yup" and walked away. He's out of my life. My lovely friend offered to buy me wine and taco bell, but i just wanted bed. she took me to her place and tucked me in. I don't have a Jake, but I have great friends.

Anyway, here we go. Title is from another Selena song.

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Jake walked you inside and you waited while he parked the limo. When he came back inside, you met him with a cheeky smile and extended your hand to him which he promptly took. While you led him up the room, he imagined all the things he wanted to do to you, all the ways he was going to make you feel good and forget about the boy.

As you tried to figure out the stupid card swipe on the door, Jake came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you as he pressed kisses into your hair and neck. “Jake, I’ve never going to get this stupid thing to work if you keep distracting me…” But you strained your neck to allow him more access. Jake took your key card and swiped it easy, making the light go green, even as his hand moved to grab your breast. You moan, throwing your head back onto his shoulder, taking in his smell.

He trailed the knuckle of his free hand down your body, you arch into his touch. The light on the door turned red again. “Mierida.” He mumbled into your hair.

You chuckle, “Not so easy when you’re distracted, is it, hot shot?”

Jake glared at the lock like it stepped on his toe. This time he swiped it and once the light was green he opened it, he gently pushed you into the room and gave your ass a smack as you walked by.

Once the door closed, you were on him. You remember that you were still wearing his sports coat and take it off, pulling away from him to look for a place to hang the nice coat up. “Leave it” he mutters, taking it out of your hand and throwing it on the floor. He takes your face in his hand, kissing you deeply. Jake inhales when you bite his lip, squeezing the hand on your hip harder. “Fuck baby, fuck” his fingers moved up your back, playing with the strings holding your dress up. “May I?” He asked for permission to undress you.

You smile, he was so respectful, but still made you feel like he was desperate to touch you. You take a few steps back and reach behind your head to undo the knot. You take a look at Jake, a little smile on his beautiful lips as he anticipated you. Taking a deep breath, you let the dress drop. You look at Jake’s face hoping he liked what he saw. After tonight, your self confidence was pretty shot.

Jake felt like he was watching aurora beams, a supernova. You were perfect, every curve just screaming to be touched, the black underwear and bra covering far too much for his taste. He hoped to god you wanted to go all the way, that you wanted his mouth on you, that you wanted to feel him moving inside you… When he looked at your face, you looked nervous. He realized he hadn’t said anything.

“Do you-” you start, but before you can even finish, Jake’s lips are back on you, devouring you. He starts to walk you back to the bed, but it’s too far and he simply scoops you up, never breaking the kiss for a second and carefully laid you down at the bed. Jake opens your legs by the knees and climbs on top of you, slotting him hips over your clothes sex. When he begins grinding into you, a shock of electricity shot through you as made your body writhe under him. You moan, LOUD. He breaks the kiss, you were briefly embarrassed by the dramatic reaction, but when you see his shit-eating grin you can’t find it in yourself to be ashamed. Years of catholic school be damn.

Jake continues rutting against you, his hard cock rubbing against your clit as he felt up your body. Perfect, god she’s fucking perfect. No part of your body was still: you rolled your hips to meet him, your hands unbuttoning his shirt, your head fighting for dominance in the kiss. Hell, even your legs moved against him, needing to feel every inch of him, thick, firm thighs and calves included. Fuck he was gorgous. Why was he with you? You couldn’t really fathom it. He was significantly better looking than Davy was. You wondered if Jake was just horny, or if this was a pity fuck, but my god the way he treated you, the way he looked at you… it was more than just lust.

“Please Jake…” you whined “Please I need more…”

Jake loved, fucking loved seeing you beg for him. “As you wish.” He sat up, taking off his shirt. You bit your lip, scanning his body. As he unbuttoned his pants, he looked at you with a sly grin “Like what you see, estrella?”

You nod, mouth open just a bit and eyes wide. “Can I touch you?” You ask, and he glances down, your eyes wide and innocent, your beautiful face looking awestruck.

Your knees are bent at Jake's sides, he rubs your thighs as he’s knelt before you. “You can touch me anywhere you want…” You sit up on your legs, running your hands around his body: chest, back, sides, face, arms. Jake stays still, closing his eyes and allowing himself to simply exist in the moment. Jake knew he was good looking, that much was obvious. He never had much trouble finding someone to sleep with him. For a night, he could find a pretty girl, fucking, make her come a few times and be on his way. One night stands, everyone had a good time. But something was different. The way you touched him.. It was sensual, that's for sure, but it was also intimate, exploratory, tender. There wasn't much tenderness in his life. He could get used to this. His breath hitched when you reached over his boxers, caressing his dick. You slipped your hand in his underwear and pulled his hard cock out, spitting on your hand before stroking him. Fuck, he was thick.

You look up to find him staring at you, mouth agape in pleasure. You meet his eyes, watching his face falter when you work your thumb over the tip. His pupils were blown out, he looked at you like you were the only thing in the room, the only woman in the world. The world belonged to the two of you tonight. Nothing else mattered.

“Carino…” He groaned out, voice strained as he stared into your eyes. “I’m not going to last if you keep working me like that”

You plant a quick kiss on his cheek before responding “Then just fuck me, Tesoro” (tresure)

“Fuck!” He shoved you back on the bed, kicking his pants off and climbing up on you. Jake slips a hand between your back and the bed, you ache up to allow him to undo the clasp of your strapless bra. He throws it away to some unknown corner of the room and his mouth goes to your breasts, sucking one as he gropes the other, muttering swears under his breath.

“Jake, I need you inside me, please?” You buck your hip up at him, your cunt still covered in the black underwear. “Jake please, Jake I need you.”

Seeing you so deparate for him made Jake go fucking ferral, he grips your pathetic underweat with two fast tears, puncturing you with two fingers. You moan, he runs his finger over your clit. God, you are just stunning like this. “So needy, so wet for me…”

You nod your head. “Si, yo neccecito, por favor, te necesito” (Yes, I need you, please, I need you)

He adds a third finger, barely choking out the words “I gotta get you ready for me, bonita nina” (Pretty little girl)

“Estoy listo, please” (I’m ready)

“Si tú lo dices, Munecita” (if you say so, Little doll)

Jake put on the condom and lined himself up at the entrance and slowly pushed inside. Too slow for you. You buck up your hips in an attempt to take him all, but he catches you, pinning your hips to the bed “impaciente eres tú?” (Impatient, are you?)

You nod frantically, hearing him groan as he bottoms out inside you, closing his eyes in pleasure. “Feels so good, baby”

Jake begins moving, picking up his pace quickly when he realizes how wet you are, so ready to take all of him. He hears you whimper, and opens his eyes to check on you. “You’re doing so good for me, taking me so well” He kisses your forehead as you grip his strong arms.

“Harder, please” You run your hands down his back, reaching his ass, and you give it a good squeeze before smacking it. This spurred him on, picking up his past to a near blinding pleasure. You threw your head back, on the pillow, gripped his asscheeks hard enough you think you’ll leave bruises but the noises coming out of his mouth tells you he likes it. His hands are back on your tits, roughly grabbing at them and playing with the nipple.

“Fuck, mami, you’re so fucking sexy, you look so good under me.” He returned to kissing you, but you wanted to mark him. You moved down his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin and sucking hard against the soft skin. The low, guttural sound coming from his throat sparked a fire in you, and you bite down on him, making him slam into you harder. Fuck, that was the spot. You cry out, unable to control yourself.

“Right there, baby?” His hand went to grip your hair, yanking you hard to face him “mírame, chica bonita” You obey, looking up at him wide eyed. “Tell me what you need, Muneca.” (Look at me, pretty girl)

You hesitated, but you trusted him. “Choke me, daddy” It just slipped out.

He mumbled fuck under his breath, but he smiled. “You want me to choke you?” He double checked, hoping he heard you right.

You looked nervous, but asserted that yes, that was absolutely what you wanted. Jake was happy to oblige, Jake wrapped his large hand around your neck, squeezing gently around you, just right. “You like that, baby girl?”

“Yes sir.” You grinned, your body moving under him. “te sientes tan bien dentro de mí“ (You feel so good inside me)

“Fuck, you are just perfect, you know that? You are just… god you are everything…”

He hiked one leg up around him so that he could feel your thighs and squeeze your ass. God, there was so much he wanted to do to you still, but if you kept speaking Spanish to me, he wasn’t going to last long.

“Jake, Estoy tan cerca” (I’m so close)

Jake touched your clit, circling over the sensitive nerves. Finally, he kissed you. “Come for me, mi cielo”

Holding his face, you did as you were told, letting the orgasm wrack through your body, crying out loud enough you worried about the other people in the hotel and immediately quieted yourself, muffling yourself in the crook of Jake’s neck and he pumped you through your orgasm. You drew his own out of him, he finished fucking you into the mattress as you road out your mutual orgasm.

Jake felt your nails digging into his face as he listened to every delicious noise he pulled from you. God, he needed this again. He needed you again, something about you made him want to take you for walks in the park and also choke you while he’s inside you. You were so kind, fun, and beautiful, what a combination… what a woman…

Jake laid on top of you, encapsulating your body in his, playing with your curls and feeling your skin under him.

When you spoke, it was so quiet that he almost wasn’t sure if he heard you. “I could fall in love with you…”

He sat up to look at you. “What did you say?”

“Oh god.” You covered your face. “Oh god, I was just thinking aloud, I was thinking of Selena songs that fit this and it just came to my mind ohmygod” You pull the blanket over your face, humiliated.

You heard Jake chuckle and you feel even worse. “Please don’t laugh at me” You squeak out.

He tried to pull the blanket down, but your grip was tight. Problem solving, he crawls under the blanket and meets you under it. “Hey” he guided your face towards him. “I wasn’t laughing at you, I thought I was laughing with you.” Jake kissed you softly, reassuring you. “I could fall in love with you too, bebita” He touches his forehead to yours, the blanket protecting you from the outside world.

“Does this mean I can see you again.” You look in his eyes, hoping for a yes.

Jake was borderline bewildered. How could he ever say no to you? “If you’ll let me.”

“Of course. Stay here with me tonight?” You took his hand in yours.

“Of course.” He pulled you onto his chest, still holding your hand. With the blanket covering you both, you fell asleep together, the incident that led to this far from your mind.

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5:15 AM. Perfect.

Jake had over gotten a few hours of restless sleep. He was happy in your arms, but he was not happy with how things with left with the cabrone who fucked with you.

5 AM means Gina would be up. Jakes slips out of the bed, pulls up his boxers and grabs his phone as he goes into the bathroom, figuring stepping out the door too many times would wake you. “Hey Gina, I need a favor.”

Half an hour later, he was dropped off at the address he had earlier been to with you. “Thanks Gina”

“Sure honey.” She called out from the driver's seat. “If he doesn’t answer, call the dinner. I’ll find someone to come get you.”

“I appreciate it.”

“Girl must be something.”

Jake hadn’t even mentioned you to her. He just said he needed a ride and Gina came.

He smiled. “She really is.”

“Can’t wait to hear about it.”

Gina drove off, it was almost 6. Jake saw a light on somewhere in the house, he hoped that meant someone was up.

He started knocking on the door, trying not to be too loud. He didn’t care about the guy, but he wasn’t trying to get shot without the suit. He wasn’t sure if Khonshu would heal him if he was just being stupid. To his relief, he heard someone coming to answer.

When he answered the door, he looked tired, hung over and confused. “Who the fuck are you?”

Jake was not impressed. “I need the keys.” he said flatly.

The boy was confused. “What keys?”

Rolling his eyes, Jake tried to keep his shit together.

“To the car? That’s parked in your driveway that isn’t yours? That your girl drove and you were supposed to take the owner back.”

The boy stared at Jake. “Aaaaand who are you?”

“The friend of hers that drove her over here just for you to not answer the door.” Jake glared.

“Yeah I passed out as soon as I got home. I was wondering what the banging was.” He looked out of it.

“You didn’t think it had something to do with the girl you left stranded at midnight in a city she doesn’t know?” Jake was raising his voice, irritated.

The boy grabbed the keys from the counter and handed them to Jake, who noticed him staring at the hickies you left on his neck. The boy raised his eyebrows at Jake, knowing who gave them to him.

“Yeah. You missed out.” He ripped the keys away and got in the car, taking it back to your hotel. When he got back inside, you were still fast asleep. He crumpled up the note he left for you.

‘I didn’t leave, I had to step out. Don’t go anywhere’

When he climbed back into bed, you stirred. “Jake? Please don’t leave.” You muttered, eyes closed.

“I’m not leaving, Carino” He moved the hair from your face and kissed your cheek. “volver a dormir” (go back to sleep)

“Hm? I’m too tired to translate, Jakey”

He smiled. Never, ever would he let someone call him Jakey. But for you, he’ll allow it. “Go back to sleep, amor. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Check out is at 9.” you were almost asleep.

“You still have a few hours, I’ll wake you.”

“Mmm” was all you managed before falling back asleep.

He didn’t sleep, he was too wound up. Jake watched you sleep, so peaceful, so beautiful. He couldn’t wait for Gina to meet you.

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freakystrashdump · 1 year

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🔮The Oracle Bakery🔮

Emperor Belos|Phillip Wittebane/OC

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, Belos is a content warning by himself

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Chapter 14: Golden Messenger

"Hey, come back here!" Katya jumped across the counter, running after the little hog demon who grabbed a fistfull of pralines off the counter and just ran out like hell.

"Katya, wait! It isn't worth it- oh who am I yelling to, she's halfway down the street already." Selena huffed in annoyance, mostly at having to leave the kitchen and abandon the cake she was putting finishing touches on in order to man the counter.

It was the day after, and Selena felt better and less…affected, by the Emperor, after having a good night's sleep.

(Well, that's what she kept telling herself, anyway)

She had made a call to Steve to come pick her up soon, as the cake was done except for a little bit of last minute decorating, and it was getting closer to the hour the private Blight sale was supposed to start. So she'd have enough time to deliver the cake, retrieve the letter, spend time with the Emperor (at his insistence, of course) and be comfortably early to the event.

Perfectly planned out to the last detail.

Since it was so later in the day, it was a slow, peaceful lull when it came to customers. Most wanted hot pastries in the early morning, especially when it came to bread. Fresh loaves tended to be gone in the first hour or two, and Selena couldn't blame them, nothing quite beats hot, freshly baked bread. The little hog thief was a surprise, though, but at least there weren't any customers to man right now while Katya tried to get vengeance.

The oracle placed her elbows on the counter and rested her head in her hands. She arched her back and shoulders, until there was a satisfying pop , and sighed audibly, closing her eyes, taking in the moment of peace she so desperately needed on a day like today. She fantasised about the face Odalia would pull, breaking the wax seal of the Emperor and reading the letter telling her to knock it off, damn it (probably written much more diplomatically than that , but that was probably the gist of it). Just imagining it made her giddy with some feeling of retribution, so she couldn't wait to see it first hand.

The chime on the door woke her up from the little revenge fantasy.

"Hello and welcome to the bakery!" She greeted, eyes narrowing when she saw a hooded, fidgety figure come in, even more so as they let the door ajar behind them, how rude. She followed them as they walked up to the counter, wary of their presence. "How can I help you today?"

The newcomer looked around, making sure no one was in the bakery but them, and raised her hood.

It was…that girl, the young one who came with Asra. The young wild witch he mentors. Eyes bulging out, Selena jumped and reached over the counter, grabbing the hood and pulling it back on, the force of it making the girl bend over "No, no, no, not here, shush!" She looked around nervously, never letting go of her hood as she pulled her along the length of the counter, the girl yelping as she did. Keeping her head nearly pressed against the counter, she lifted the swinging hinge and dragged her over to her side behind the counter.

"Miss Selena, you're hurting me-"

"I said hush !" Selena hissed, continuing to pull her by the hood, all the way to the kitchen door and pushing her inside. The oracle gave one last look outside, just to make sure there was no one looking in, and jumped in to the kitchen slamming the door behind her.

The girl, her named escaped her, was knocked over to the floor and was now picking herself up, whining loudly "W-what was that about?!"

"I thought I told you and Asra that this place was a high risk of being watched !" Selena ran to the one window in the kitchen and peeked out, eyes searching for and hidden scouts. "No wild witch activity! None whatsoever!" She turned to her "What do you think you're doing here, and in broad daylight?! Does Asra even know you're here?!"

Selena squinted, brain working overtime as she tried to recall the girl's name. She was always bad at remembering those.

"I'm- I'm really sorry, Miss Selena, but I made sure no one saw me! Really I did!" She held her hands up defensively"A-and I'm here by myself, actually."

"Lil…Leila!" Selena snapped her fingers in victory "It's Leila, right?"

"Huh?"

"Your name! It's Leila." Selena exclaimed in triumph.

The girl, Leila, pulled nervously on her hair, but managed to smile "Y-yeah, that's right, you remembered."

"Good, I'm bad with names sometimes so- OH GOODNESS GRACIOUS!" Selena yelled out in terror when a group of moths flew above and besides her, brushing against her arms and hair and going up into the ceiling of the kitchen "Titan damn it , you left the front door open and let those buggers in!" Selena despaired, frazzled, and marched closer to have a better look at the group of moths, glaring up at them. "Must have flown in here before I shut the kitchen door, too."

"I'm really sorry, Miss Selena." Leila seemed honest enough, and she walked up behind Selena who was preoccupied by glaring at the moths and thinking up ways to get them out. "Oh wow, that's gotta be at least six of them…is- is that golden thing also a moth?"

"Yeah it's a full eclipse." Selena huffed, and narrowed her eyes "And…yeah, that is also a moth, but…" she crossed her arms as she examined it closer "...I never seen that kind before."

In the centre of the ceiling, surrounded by the other, more common ones, was a fuzzy moth with golden wings whose span was around the size of a witches palm. The gold on its wings seemed to be never calm, swirling like luster dust poured into water. Its magical looking wings opened and closed at a very slow pace as it stood in place, the other moths nowhere near as calm as they kept scuttering around it.

They seemed unnaturally quiet, as Selena didn't hear the little humms only she could hear and understand, messages and warnings they usually carried whenever they would invade her space. It looked like they were…simply watching?

Weird. That was weird, right?

Speaking of weird, there was another out of the ordinary situation that needed her dealing with right now.

"Leila, why are you here?" Selena asked, eyes still trained on the unfamiliar gold moth on the ceiling as she wracked her brain for all the different types of moths she had learned by heart "Did your idiot of a mentor get himself in trouble and needs me to bail him out again?"

Behind her, Leila wrung her hands together anxiously, looking around the kitchen that was still very much so a mess, with pans, pots and baking trays littered around, unfinished treats abound. The cake in the middle of the counter caught her attention. "No, it's nothing like that. It, uh, actually, has to do with you."

"With me?" Selena asked, attention fleeting to the girl for the briefest moment "You're making me nervous." She joked half heartedly.

"Well, you and…" she trailed off a little "...a certain… customer of yours."

The way her voice shook finally caught Selena's attention. If she hadn't been distracted by the golden moth as much as she was, she may have paid more attention to the markings on the ones that accompanied it - sometimes their type and colouring was message enough, it was a type of omen anyone could learn to interpret - and these moths bore the markings of warning. But even so, she narrowed her eyes as the gears in her head clicked into place "Is that so?" She spoke slowly, turning to face the girl "Leila, why are you here?" She repeated herself once again.

As if sensing the air in the room shift, Leila became more nervous, sweat running down her forehead "M-most everyone knows already, you know!" She fumbled over her words "You deliver to the Emperor, r-right? People see you being led by members of h-his coven in the mornings, delivery box in hand, l-like clockwork!"

Selena was aware that by now, it was probably a public secret that Emperor Belos endorsed her bakery. It wasn't like it was a secretive event, and people tend to talk , it's what they do. However, what she didn't get…

"What does any of that have to do with you?" She replied, leaning against the nearest counter.

Leila bit her lip "It…it must mean he trusts you, right?" She pushed on "If he trusts you with his food, then he trusts you , right?"

The oracle made sure to not give any reaction, face remaining neutral. This conversation was putting her on edge; she did not like any outcome it could take. "Leila." Selena started "Again, I must ask. What does any of this have to do with you?" It felt like pulling teeth as the girl seemed too scared to say what she actually wanted, and it made Selena even more on edge.

"It would…" Leila paused, swallowing thickly "...it would be so easy. To get rid of him. Just a little poison in his food…" She looked up at Selena with a small smile and wide eyes "Wouldn't it?

Selena couldn't help the way shock overtook her face, jaw dropping and eyes widening. "Y-you want-" she started, aghast and high pitched, but it quickly morphed into laughter. A full on, belly jiggling laugh, making Selena throw her head back and clutch her stomach, shoulders shaking with each laugh that left her. The reaction made Leila flinch - it was not one she had expected at all , and she didn't know what to make of. However, it did somewhat wound her pride.

"Wh- what's funny?!" She pouted and crossed her arms, embarrassed beyond belief.

Selena, however, couldn't stop laughing "I'm- I'm sorry, I can't, I can't-" she cringed as the uncontrollable giggles started making her sides hurt, and she quickly pressed her hand to the left side in an attempt to soothe it "Ohhh mercy me !"

"I don't get what's so funny! You and Asra both, why would you…" Leila was getting angrier "C-can you please…" she stuttered, clenching her fists "Can you please stop laughing?!" She finally yelled out, overcoming her stutter as she put her whole body into the outburst.

It served as enough to shake Selena out of her fit, even as her face was still red, lips pulled apart in a grin "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just- you have to realise how absurd you sounded, right?" She bit back another laugh "I mean, killing the Emperor? You can't be serious?!"

"I am one hundred percent serious!" Leila stomped her foot "I would not dare joke about this!"

Selena giggled again "Come on, Leila, be real." She let out jovially, but her face fell when she saw that the girl was not budging "...oh my Titan, you're actually serious." When Leila didn't say anything Selena let out another laugh, this one more cynical than the last "No way, absolutely not, not even as a joke. Actually, I'm not even having this conversation with you right now." The oracle put her proverbial foot down and headed past Elena, to the kitchen door.

"But it would be so easy!" The girl tried to argue "You could do it! You could help fix everything! With him gone-"

"With him gone, absolutely nothing would change." Selena cut her off "And only a child or an idiot would think otherwise, and I didn't take you for either of those." Her words were harsh enough for Elena to take a step back

"No, it would, I know it would!" Elena tried her best to change her mind "A-and you'd be a hero, too!"

"A hero?" Selena had to hold in the laughter that threatened to make her double over again "Playing hero is going to get me killed - going to get my entire family killed!" She slammed her hand against the nearest counter as Midnight swirled in her head, masked and keeping everyone she loved safe. Midnight was a hero. Selena was not. "The Emperor's death would solve nothing ." As her anger picked up, the moths started getting agitated, the six common ones taking to flight and circling above her head in a frenzy. The golden one remained where it was. "In case you hadn't noticed, he is the most beloved ruler in recent history. His followers would adore him even if he burned the Isles to the ground if he just said the Titan told him to do it!"

"B-but…"

"No, Leila, I don't want to hear it." Selena grabbed the handle to the door, but didn't open it yet "Assasination is a sure way to a civil war the size of which no one on the Isles has ever known." She hissed through her teeth "Do you even realise the severity of the wild witch hunts that would follow?! It would be worse than anything you've known! Than what I've known!"

"What would you know about wild witch hunts?!" Leila yelled, venom in every word "You chose to accept a sigil, so what would you even know!" She was breathing heavily at this point, voice going hoarse "Y-you're a hypocrite, you probably never had to have to make any h-hard decision in your privileged life , just like every other bougie scum on this island!"

Selena gaped at her in shock, and when Elena saw her eyes turn red and misty with tears, an expression of hurt more than apparent, she instantly felt bad for the venom she spewed "Selena, I-"

"You need to leave." The oracle ordered, voice shaking. She couldn't even look at her, turning away in anger to glare at the doorknob she was clutching tightly instead "I need you to leave before I do something you will regret."

"Selena, I'm really sorry, please, please reconsider-"

"I said get out !" Selena screamed and punched the door with the side of her fist. In her anger, a burst of magic erupted from her, shaking the kitchen. Leila screamed, covering her head to protect it when the cabinet doors slammed open and pans and trays either fell over or flew into walls, clamouring loudly. With how on edge she had been the entire time, it was no wonder when she entered flight or fight mode at Selena's outburst.

Though not many would think that Leila's choice would be fight , actually.

And even though she wasn't crying yet, tears have blurred her vision, leaving Selena a step behind as Leila spun a magic circle. She did, however, hear the moths flying above her heads finally peep up, the little high pitched, soft whistling a clear warning in a way only she could understand. But it came too late, magic blowing in her face and seconds later, there was nothing but black as her body slumped over to the floor, fully unconscious.

The moths kept flying, still whistling and chiming in their unheard language, now no one awake to hear them.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

~*~*~*~*~*~

"...b…os…boss…BOSS!"

The Oracle woke up with the feeling of cotton crowding her mouth and a nasty headache looming over the horizon. What in the world…why was she on the kitchen floor? Titan, did she faint? She hoped she didn't slam her head on one of the counters, she did not want to deal with a concussion right now. She felt something on her face so she opened her eyes, only to be greeted by a sight of gold. As soon as she did, the soft, fluttering pressure was instantly lifted, and the gold left her vision

"...Katya?" She muttered, mouth uncomfortably dry, and she noticed her glasses fell off. The bard witch quickly helped her sit up, and as soon as she did, Selena spotted her glasses just a bit away. "Ugh, my head…what…happened?"

Katya gaped at her, mouth ajar in shock "What happene- how about you tell ME what happened?! I saw you and Steve leave the bakery, how the hell can you also be passed out on the kitchen floor?!"

The high pitched half-yells were only intensifying the pressure of the upcoming headache, making Selena flinch while she reached out for the glasses "What do you mean you saw me leave, you're not making any…" she trailed off as she adjusted her glasses. Now, with her vision clear, her eyes zeroed in on the golden moth waiting patiently on the counter…why did she feel like it was watching her? And…wait, she remembered that moth - the fog in her head suddenly lifted. "Oh, that son of a slitherbeast-" she growled, anger spiking so fast it drowned out any sense of the annoying headache she was dreading. She was on her feet in no time, ignoring completely how they wobbled under her, and ran out of the kitchen

"I'm going to kill her when I find her!"

Katya trotted nervously behind her, anxious that she was back on her feet so fast and still very much confused at what was even going on "Boss, are you okay to be up so fast? What if you faint again…?" The doors of the bakery were thrown open with such might before Selena even touched them, instead being forced open with magic, that all the windows shook alarmingly hard, making Katya flinch in fear that they might break. Hell, she worried that the wooden frames upon which the doors stood may have bent after that. And the angered witch marched out, standing in the middle of the street and glaring down towards the direction of the palace.

"You know what, never mind." The bard let out, holding her hands in front of her defensively.

The bard nervously looked at the door frames, hoping they weren't going to break after that, that she hadn't noticed Selena hold out her arm towards the entrance, eyes never leaving her target. She only realised what was happening when she heard the hatch door to the upstairs apartment slam open and just narrowly managed to move out of the way with a loud yelp before Selena's palisman staff slammed into her. By the time she gathered herself, her boss was already up in the air, a spell circle half-way done in front of her.

"What the hell is going on ?!"

Selena sneered as she finished her tracking spell, a magic arrow shooting out from her spell circle and zooming past the streets, leaving behind a violet trail in the air she could easily follow. "Close the bakery-" She let out harshly, bending over to flatten herself against the staff, so as to minimise wind resistance "-and don't wait up."

And she took off with such speed that the wind managed to knock Katya over.

~*~*~*~*~*~

She was going to kill her, she was going to kill her .

Selena was going to brutally murder that little conniving witch with her own two hands. No goddamn magic necessary.

Cursing loudly when she realised she was starting to go faster than the tracking arrow, she pushed more force into the spell circle that stayed at the front of her staff, the burst of power forcing the arrow to move faster. She heard people yell and curse around her as she swerved through the streets, but she was going by at such a speed that apart from the tone of their voice, she picked up on nothing else.

Titan below, she prayed she wasn't too late. The fear of what would happen to her, to her family , if Leila tampered with the Emperor's food, poisoning him, it burned inside her uncontrollably, only being subdued by the blaze of rage she held for the insolent girl who dared do this in the first place.

She could barely make out the two scouts at the entrance trying to stop her - just a flick of the wrist and a circle drawn with her finger was enough to slam them into opposite sides of the wall. The tracking arrow turned through the halls, and Selena recognised the path as it was leading her to the Throne room.

Oh titan, do not let her be too late.

Shadows rose from the floor, following her command as they raced ahead of her to slam into the guards to the throne room and push them against the doors, forcing them open with a loud bang! and in moments, her eyes zeroed in on who she was looking for.

A carbon copy of her, a nervous grin on their lips, her arms outstretched forward as she presented the boxed cake to Emperor Belos. His hands reaching out to take it from her, his body language relaxed and friendly, as it always was with her. And she saw red, vision tunneling on her double, never once slowing, never once stopping, she pivoted on her staff…

…and she let out a rage filled shriek as she body slammed at full speed into the double.

Pain shot through her shoulder as it made contact at such velocity, but she ignored it, more focused on how the world tumbled around her as she was sent flying across, the impact not doing much in stopping her momentum. Somewhere in her mind, she knew she heard the Emperor's voice, calling to her, but her ears were ringing, her mind only having the capacity to focus on her target. Selena clutches her staff close as she and her double both rolled and skidded across the floor like ragdolls.

However, the oracle had more control over her fall, and it took her less time to recover and jump like a feral beast on top of her disoriented copy, holding the staff with both hands and pushing it over her neck to keep her in place.

"You conniving little wretch !" Selena hissed as she pushed the staff further, making her copy gasp and writhe beneath her "You'd dare abuse my hospitality in this way?!"

Gasping for air, the copy tried pushing her off, but Selena wasn't budging, making her panic. Her eyes darted around, hands clawing up the furious oracle, before she saw the smashed cake to her side, half way out of the delivery box. In desperation, her arm flew towards it, grabbing a fistful of icing, as much as she could reach, some seeping through the gaps between her fingers from how tightly she clenched her fist. And with all her might, she slammed her hand into Selena's face, the icing filling her nose and mouth. The impact only managed to snap her head to the side, but did very little in forcing her off.

Selena sputtered and spat out whatever made its way to her mouth, wiping the rest messily on her shoulder and upper arm without removing her hands from the staff "You little-!" She saw the illusionist stone hanging from a necklace around her neck, and eased the pressure on her staff to grab it, ripping it off with minimum effort. The copy's visage faltered, but didn't fully disappear.

"Please, I'm sorry, don't hurt me please don't hurt-" the copy whined when she saw Selena's hand clench into a fist and snap back. She shut her eyes in fear of it making contact with her face.

The fist flew down, but it just narrowly missed her, instead slamming hard into the marble floor. The sound of the illusionist stone shattering was like a loud shot, sending shockwaves through the eerily quiet throne room, and fragments of the broken spell slipped like smoke through Selena's clenched fingers.

With it broken, the illusion spell was gone and the copy's visage faded, leaving only a terrified Leila in its wake.

Selena raised her fist once more "Now I won't feel bad about messing up your f- hey, HEY!" The oracle let out as she was forcibly removed from Leila, fighting against the scouts dragging her away "Let me go! She deserves it! Let me go !" Her injured shoulder screamed in pain as she struggled in their hold. Somewhere, she registered someone calling her name, but most voices sounded distant to her ears, muffled by the anger that was still ablaze. Once she saw Leila be picked up from the floor by more scouts, the Golden Guard at front with his staff poised to strike at any moment, her anger flared at the sight of her face, and she managed to squirm out of the hands holding her, making one last attempt to jump the damned witch who almost ruined her life.

Alas, she was stopped in her tracks, a new pair of hands gripping her shoulders and manhandling her with ease, pain shooting through her entire arm and sobering her up

"Selena!" Finally, finally , the Emperor's voice reached her. The familiar comfort of the golden mask, staring down at her, filling her vision.

"What. Happened." Belos didn't ask, he demanded her to answer, his voice low and threatening as his fingers dug in to her shoulders further. Though his grip loosened almost instantly when the girl let out a pained yelp, eyes widening slightly at the reaction.

Pointing an accusing finger, Selena's voice shook with rage as she spoke "She- she is what happened!" She hissed through shallow breaths "She kn-knocked me out and t-ook my place!" Pulling her sleeve over her palm, she started frantically wiping the cake off her face with shaking hands, using too much force, the buttons scratching at her skin "And the cake! The cake!" She hiccuped, feeling angry tears gather in the corner of her eyes, any sense of composure lost "Sh-she wanted to poison you, with my cake, looking like me -" she swallowed the sob in her throat while still wiping her cheek obsessively, the sensation being the only thing keeping her grounded "Putting m-me, m-my family - in danger! Emperor, please believe me, sh-she-"

Gently, as if dealing with a scared animal, Belos took the hand scrubbing at her face in his, pulling it away with soft, reassuring words "Hush, hush now. Calm down, it's okay, it's okay." He goaded her, moving his other hand from her shoulder up to her neck, fingers firmly pressing just under her jaw as his thumb traced soothing circles "It's okay, my little Lena, it's okay. Shhhhh…"

"I believe you."

As if by magic, at those words, her anger melted away, the adrenaline she was running on wore off and instead was replaced by a sense of relief so intense she could barely stand it. As well as the full intensity of the fear she had been pushing down - feeling like it was going to burst through her chest as her mind finally caught up with everything that happened. The tears that were gathering before finally felt safe enough to spill over; Selena bit her bottom lip to keep her chin from quivering, attempting to keep at least some sense of dignity, though it did little to help.

"She would have hurt you a-and all the blame would be on me-"

As her attention wandered back to the apprehended witch, her face twisted at the sight of her, the muscles in her jaw tightening and lips drawing back in a snarl. Belos places both hands under her jaw, turning her head so the only thing she could see was him, the only thing he allowed her to look at was him, his grip keeping her head locked and unable to move, the mask once more filling her vision, calming, familiar.

"Eyes on me." He ordered, "Don't look at her, just me." His head tilted up and he spoke to the guards behind her "Guards, get that traitor out of my sight." He ordered in an almost inhuman growl, before his attention shifted back to the woman in front of him "Hunter, make sure she is taken to the lowest depths of the conformatorium." He hissed, eyes trained on Selena, as if his words were meant to be a reassurance for her "I never want her to see the light of day again."

"Yes sir." Hunter answered, almost too gleefully, his glare never leaving Leila "Let's go, traitor ."

"N-no, you can't, you-"

"Guards, silence her." Hunter ordered, his voice eerily similar to the way Belos barked out orders earlier.

Leila's mouth zipped shut by one of the guards' spells, lips glued together and nothing but the muffled sounds in her throat escaping her now. And Selena ignored her, every agonised muffle, the mask of gold the only thing she could focus on through her blurred, tear-stained vision.

"I'm so sorry-" she struggled to keep her voice even "-th-this never should have happened…"

Once more, Belos shushed her "Don't worry your pretty little head, Lena, everything is fine." He soothed her, thumbs rubbing away the tears trailing down her cheeks "You're right that this never should have happened, but the fault is mine. I should have been more careful in keeping you safe."

Selena felt her chest clench. It felt heavy, so heavy, as he spoke, she struggled to swallow down every sob that fought to escape, entire body shaking from the effort to keep it all down.

"You're safe here." Belos continued, not letting her look away "You're safe, with me ." He paused, frowning "Selena, breathe. "

Oh. Oh , she forgot to do that. Every part of her was so clenched and taut that she literally stopped breathing. Selena gasped in a breath, the air feeling so cold all of a sudden it was like ice poured down into her lungs, and she flinched, hands flying up to grip her blouse over her chest.

"Good, now out ." Belos goaded her, head tilting to the left "Breathe out for me."

It took effort, the ice in her lungs feeling like it wanted to stop them from moving all together, but she let out the breath she was holding in, shaking on her lips…

…And her eyes widened when out came myst, black and twirling in the air, like ink meeting water.

The panic was almost instant. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth, however as her anxiety spiked so did her breathing quicken, which did little to stop the ice cold myst with each exhale. It threaded finely through her fingers, impossibly black and cold, so cold, her palms felt like they were submerged in snow up on the coldest peak of the Knee. Feeling the Emperor's hold on her falter from the shock of the sight before him, she broke away from his grip and took two steps back, horrified as the pieces fell into place.

"...the poison…" she barely let out as her teeth started to chatter "...she… the icing…."

She saw how Emperor Belos reached for her, but stopped in his tracks, his mask tilting down to gaze upon his own hands. Where he held her, where he took her hand in his, where the icing was smeared over his gloves.

Of course she breathed out, ice burning in her chest, more black wisps leaving her parted lips of course that, in the end, he'd care more for himself.

Of course he'd be afraid of touching her now.

Cold, so cold. She started coughing, each one feeling like her lungs were full of shards. Spreading in her chest, ice growing, growing…

"You're safe, with me." What a joke.

And what a joke that, for a moment, she believed it.

Selena would have laughed, but all that came out was a harsh wheeze, the black wisps coming out in waves, and she shuddered as she felt the cold crawl it's way up her neck. The edges of her vision grew darker. The sounds reaching her became more muffled.

"It's…" she whispered, mist overtaking her sight "...cold…"

Legs gave way under her, and the feeling of falling made her feel so sick, like it lasted for way longer than it should have. Like she was falling for forever. She didn't even remember landing, not really. When did she close her eyes? Were they…even closed?

"...don't…care…..or….der…..fetch...Hettie… NOW!"

…Who was yelling? So far away, so, so far away.

"Se…" they were still speaking, were they under water? Was she? "...na…se……le…"

She could barely feel it at first, but there was a pressure just below her eyebrow, before it pulled up. Her eye stung as her eyelid was forced open, and she flinched at the light. So, they were closed, afterall. Huh. She didn't remember closing them.

Not like it did anything, besides the light, she could barely see anything else, just moving shapes and gold .

Calming…familiar…

Gold, like the sun.

And…there was blue. Beautiful blue she rarely saw anywhere. Hiding behind the shadows of the gold, but she saw it, clear as day.

She inhaled deeply as the sense of peace at something so familiar overtook her. Unfortunately she forgot every breath felt like a fist of ice clutched her lungs tighter, and her entire body convulsed, pulling in on itself as she so desperately tried to get any warmth back in her bosom. But she couldn't, something or som eone holding her, leaving her unable to fully curl into a foetal position as her body craved. A pathetic whimper left her lips, not being able to vocalise more.

"...o…y…oka….you're o…" she felt how close they were to her, but the voice was just so far away. They moved her, and her face was pressed into cloth, the grip around her tight and secure. It made breathing harder, but there was warmth behind the fabric, and it made her chest ache just a sliver less, so she welcomed it.

"...you're…okay…" the voice rumbled close to her, through the warmth, it felt like it enveloped her now.

Selena sighed. It was so cold. And sleep felt so inviting.

"I have you, you're okay."

~*~*~*~*~*~

She was drowning.

There was nothing but darkness, black as the night sky if it were robbed of its moon and its stars.

And she was drowning as she sunk further down.

Selena remembered hearing older witches tell her all about how your life flashes before your eyes at times like these. "Oh, this is it, isn't it?" They'd think, dignity and clarity of mind never leaving them, even in their darkest hours. Disappointing, then, that she had no such moment, her mind blank of any big finale.

Disappointing. She was disappointing. That's all she ever was.

She sank lower.

It was strange how her eyes didn't burn in whatever it was robbing her of her breath, even as she stared into the ink black void. She assumed they were open, at least, because, for a moment there, something flickered in the distance.

She squinted, trying to get a closer look, the flicker of light growing stronger, more prominent, as if getting…closer? A yellow light, no wait. Not yellow.

Gold .

Eyes widening, she reached out her hand towards it, with much difficulty as her limbs felt heavy.

It came closer and closer, until it touched the tips of her fingers. She couldn't…quite tell what it was, but it was a beautiful gold, glimmering and shining. Comforting and calming, warm , like the Sun, washing her in light. And the gold turned into strings, extending up from her fingertips, threads leading up far above.

And suddenly, she was being pulled up.

And suddenly, she was out of the oppressing ink.

And suddenly, she was no longer drowning.

Selena gasped for air, strings everywhere entangled with her limbs and keeping her upright, even as her knees gave way. It took her a moment to remember how to breathe again, to gather her strength enough to raise her head and look up above, greeted by ever changing colours of a world the likes she has never seen before. And the threads of gold, keeping her up like a marionette, stretching up and all leading to…

Moths.

There were…dozens of them. Beautiful, glimmering moths made of shimmering gold, who pulled on the strings that helped her, held her from falling. They fluttered above her, flying in circles and eights.

There was one, noticeably bigger than the rest. While the smaller ones flew above, it came closer to her, right in front of her face, and despite her innate dislike of them, Selena didn't flinch, nor did she feel the usual goosebumps the creepy crawlies gave her. Instead, all she felt was safe. They were safe, they wanted to keep her safe.

She opened her mouth - it took a moment for her voice to come out "...hello?" She let out, and cringed at how hoarse she sounded.

The moth landed on her forehead, right at the base of her hairline, making Selena close her eyes and sigh.

"Time to wake up, now."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was dark once more, when she opened her eyes again. But this time, it was a natural darkness, brought upon by the shroud of the night sky, the stars and moon bathing everything in a soft, cosy glow. And above, she no longer saw the colours shifting and squirming, but the top of a canopy bed on which she lay.

Wait, a canopy bed? She doesn't have a canopy bed, what the hell-

That train of thoughts had to be put on hold, as unfortunately Selena was sent into a coughing fit once her body was finally aware that it was awake. It brought back the feeling of ice in her chest, now simmered down to an uneasy frost, and it made her turn to her side and curl into herself to find warmth. Something which proved to be a feat in itself thanks to the literal piles of blankets and comforters on top of her, a noticeable weight to be sure.

It was, however, moments later that she discovered she wasn't alone, as a steady hand gently coaxed her to lie on her back once again. Once she whined, she heard a voice address her sweetly.

"I know, I know." He shushed softly "But you must lie like this, it helps expel the frostmyst faster."

Selena blinked once, twice, before she realised she couldn't actually blink the slight blur away - she didn't have her glasses on. Thankfully, being nearsighted, she could make out who it was seated on the edge of the bed near her in the shroud of the night.

"Emperor…Belos?" Her throat felt cold and dry, so much so that it hurt to speak and swallow, and the discomfort was very audible as she spoke.

It was, indeed, the Emperor, but in a much… different appearance than what she was used to. Long gone were the long, elegant cloak and cowl which kept all of him hidden, instead he wore casual, comfortable clothings she never could have imagined him in. An off-white long sleeved blouse, with a high collar, tucked haphazardly into a pair of dark sleeping trousers. And while the mask was still in place, shielding his face from view, with the cowl gone his hair was free; beautiful and cared for, it was long and light in colour, tied back loosely so it was kept out of the way, but stray locks still fell out of the ponytail and framed his mask.

He looked so… normal . Just a man, not a caulous Emperor, not the most powerful witch to ever have graced the isles. Just a man, nothing more.

"You're…awake." He smiled behind the mask, fingers gently grazing over her forehead "I knew you'd wake, but…" he trailed off, that last one seemed like it was mostly a reassurance for himself. Belos' shoulders slumped as he exhaled with relief, the way his body relaxed made it seem like it was taut and stressed for a while now.

His hand moved away from her face, moving down to hunt for her own which she managed to fish out of the many covers earlier. He took her hand into his, giving it a squeeze, and kept it in his hold as he turned away from her to use a crystal ball that was set on the night table. With a simple touch, the crystal ball lit up a bright purple, magic establishing a connection to who he wanted to see.

"Hettie, she is awake." The Emperor spoke, though Selena couldn't see into the crystal ball from where she was lying. "I require your presence immediately, if you please."

"I will be there as soon as possible, my lord." She heard a woman speak "In the meantime, just make sure she is warm and breathing regularly, the frostmyst needs to flow out of her lungs."

"Of course, thank you Hettie."

While he spoke with this Hattie, Selena took her time to look around the dim room. While she couldn't see quite everything, thanks to both her missing glasses and the night time shrouding the room, it was easy to see the size and lavish decor of the room. The canopy bed upon which she lay was huge, with thick drapes tied to the carved out bed poles, and she was laid on top of way too many pillows that kept her upper body somewhat propped up. The many layers of blankets and comforters she took note of already, pressing her down into the bed and making moving just a little harder than it had to be. But despite them, she didn't feel overheated, instead just a little bit chilly. Not uncomfortably so, but it was jarringly noticeable when juxtaposed with the blankets that by all accounts should have made her horribly hot.

A squeeze on her hand brought her back from exploring the room she was in, and she turned her head back to the Emperor, who had finished his conversation, the crystal ball he spoke through now dim. She watched as he lifted her hand up, limp in his hold, and brought it up to his face, pressing her knuckles against his mask where his lips would be.

"I was…" Belos spoke as he held her hand pressed to his mask "...afraid, I must admit, of the prospect that you may not wake." He sighed heavily "How are you feeling, Selena?"

Selena swallowed even though it made her throat feel like it was covered with pins "I'm…still a little chilly." She rasped wearily, "Though not as much as before, the cold doesn't hurt anymore." She grimaced a little bit, squinting her eyes "What time is it? Wh-where am I, even?" She gasped "Pip! Where is my palisman?!" Selena clutched the Emperor's hand as her anxiety spiked "I was so careless when flying with him, is he alright?!"

Belos lowered her hand to the bed again, still holding it securely "Your palisman is fine." He assured her "He's in the sitting room, unharmed, but shaken. I'll let him in after Hettie checks up on you." Once he saw her calm down, he continued "It is close to midnight, I think. Still the same day, and as for where you are, you're still in the palace." He explained slowly, as to not overwhelm her "Currently, however, you are in my chambers, where I can keep watch over you."

"In your- huh ?!" Eyes widening, Selena suddenly felt immensely warm, cheeks burning hotter than the boiling isles. She struggled in the heavy blankets as she tried to get away, realising exactly in whose bed she was "Titan below, I am so s-sorry to intrude like this! This is incredibly improper, I'm so, so sorry, oh Titan!" She panicked and flailed, fighting the blankets for her dear life.

She was, however, promptly forced back down, two hands firmly pressing down on her shoulders and holding her pinned down to the bed.

Oh Titan, he was above her. The Emperor was above her, pinning her to the bed. Titan smite her right now-

" Calm down ." Belos ordered her firmly "You are here on my orders, and you will stay here until you are free of the frostmyst in your lungs." His voice was harsh and unwavering, letting her know that, in no terms, would he be accepting any complaints from her on this decision. "Are we understood?"

Selena, not trusting her voice, could do nothing more but give a weak nod.

"Good." Belos titled his head slightly, and Selena was instantly aware of that -by now familiar- feeling of his eyes observing her with uncanny concentration. "Your worries are entirely unfounded, Selena. Afterall-" one hand moved from her shoulder, tracing over her collar bone and resting on her neck "-I get to decide what is or isn't improper."

Her breath hitched in her throat, the implications of his words lying heavy on her chest, making her mind go hazy. She felt his eyes burn into her, unwavering and unrelenting.

As she opened her mouth to speak, though she was uncertain exactly what she planned to say to him, he was off of her faster than she could blink, back on the edge of the bed where he sat before. Honestly, it was close to convincing Selena she may have hallucinated the whole ordeal in the first place, if the ghost of his palm didn't feel like hot coals where it held her.

What in the world-

"Good evening, Emperor." A new voice intruded, letting themselves into the room with no hesitation and a hint of familiarity "Has our Lady finally awoken?"

Our Lady???

"She is awake and aware, just like you said she would be, Hettie." Belos informed courtly "She says she still feels the chill, though it doesn't cause her pain anymore."

The newcomer finally came close enough for Selena to see her, and she instantly recognised them as the Head of the Healing Coven, Hettie Cutburn. A tall brawny witch, with most of her face covered by a veil, though at this time of night her eccentric headwear was missing, replaced instead by a silken scarf wrapped around her head.

"That is to be expected, the potion I had Vitimir make has expelled most of the frostmyst out of her lungs, keeping her safe from freezing, but the rest has to evaporate on its own." Hettie rounded the bed, creating a light orb in her hand to add some illumination to the dim room. She took a seat opposite of Belos. "How are you feeling, my Lady?" She asked, taking Selena's hand into her own, pressing down to feel her pulse with her fingers. With her other hand, she made a spell circle, various glyphs and letters scrolling inside it as Hattie read them. "Still feeling the frost?"

"Y-yes, ma'am. It's still cold, but I'm just comfortable enough under all these blankets." Selena answered.

"Hmm." Hettie let out, deep in thought "Your pulse is a bit alieviated, and your body temperature is slightly above expected this far in to the treatment. You seem to be recovering a little faster than my prognosis."

Selena puffed her cheeks and looked away in embarrassment "Yeah, I wonder why." She muttered under her breath. Tho by turning her head away from Hettie, she made the grievous mistake of facing Belos instead, who was very obviously staring at her, probably unblinking. Selena flushed and just settled for staring at the canopy ceiling.

"Your vitals are beautiful, my lady, exactly what I love to see!" Hettie exclaimed cheerfully, letting go of her wrist "You should be right as rain by tomorrow afternoon, dearie!" She waved her hand away and the magic circle disappeared "What a relief! Then again, I knew a fighter like you would not let a little cursed frost from the Knee Lake bring them down easily." The healer chuckled "Your heroics have been the talk of the entire Palace, my Lady."

"O-oh, that sounds absolutely dreadful." Selena whined "I wish it wasn't - it was no big deal, really it wasn't."

She felt Belos take hold of her hand once again "It is very much so a big deal , Selena." He spoke "You endangered your life for my own. The amount of poison you ingested was minimal, barely a speck compared to what a full bite would have done, and it managed to take you out in mere minutes." He turned his head away in thought "If I or Hunter had taken even one single bite, we would have been turned to black ice almost instantaneously."

Oh. Selena blinked owlishly, the weight of how dangerously close she came to death finally settling in. She only felt…cold, and then she fell asleep. Was it really that bad?

…what was that dream she had, about drowning? There was a golden moth, too, wasn't there?

As she laid there, deep in thought, Hettie sat up from the bed and strolled over to the Emperor's side "Now as I said, she needs sleep and warmth. Make sure she gets both, my lord." She clasped her hands together "Warming her from the inside works wonders as well."

"I have soup and tea waiting eagerly for her." Belos got up as well, getting ready to escort her out. "I want to prioritize her rest first."

"Good, good. As you should." The two stood at the door, just out of Selena's earshot "I'd wish you would prioritize your rest as well, Emperor."

"Rest is for the wicked, my dear Hettie." Belos chuckles.

"Oh, speaking of." Hettie put a hand to her mouth as she moves in to whisper "Osran's protige is still waiting outside of your chambers, he fell asleep on a chair he brought. Should I ask him to leave?"

Belos sighed "That would be her uncle, he must be worried." He explained "Can you please inform him that Selena had awoken and is lucid? I don't want him to worry, but Selena still needs to rest, you see…"

The healing witch put one hand to his shoulders "Do not worry, I shall speak to him and ease his worries." She turned to leave, raising her voice so both could hear "Rest easy, both of you. The worst is over."

"Thank you, head coven Hettie." Selena called out from her place on the bed.

"Oh, please, just Hettie will do." She chuckled and left, Belos following after her to let her out.

"E-emperor?" Selena called out, stopping him in his steps.

"Yes, Selena?"

"Would it…" she started nervously "Would it be alright for Pip to stay with me during the night, please?"

He looked at her from over his shoulder. "That should be no problem at all." He left the room, leaving Selena alone.

Now, in the silence of the spacious royal quarters, Selena did her best not to think. Because if she did, she felt like she might have a full breakdown. She closed her eyes and tried to tune everything out, to pretend like everything was normal. She prayed and hoped for Belos to return soon, finding his presence to be a better option than being alone with her own thoughts. Feeling tears well up, she raised her hand to place it on her forehead, taking deep breaths as she tried to keep herself calm.

Seeing Belos enter the room once more actually made her release a sigh of relief. She felt herself smile at the sight of him.

"Here we go." Belos took his seat at the edge once more, holding something nestled in his arm. "It seems he is a bit tired, so maybe it would be best for both of you to go to sleep."

Selena held out her hands, Belos transferring the bundle of feathers into her awaiting arms. Pip, indeed, was at the end of his rope, barely awake and already limp in her hands when she brought him close to her chest. "Hey, buddy, hey." Selena sniffled a little, choking back a sob "Oh, you're not hurt, I'm so glad. I was such a moron, I could have cracked you…" she brought her hand up to wipe her eyes, stopping the tears before they could fall. Pip let out soft caws and she laughed "Yes, yes, I'm fine, I just got my check up, I'll be alright." She looked up at Belos "Right?"

"Hettie is the finest medic in the Boiling Isles." Belos assured her as he reached for her, threading his fingers through her hair "And if she trusts you'll make a full recovery, then it must be true."

Selena smiled, feeling so tired and emotionally exhausted that she welcomed his touch. "There, you heard the Emperor. Go to sleep, sweet heart of mine." She brought up the sleepy bird to kiss the top of his head, before placing him down on her chest. As soon as he heard the beating of her heart, he was out as a light, snoring softly. She turned once more to Belos "Emperor…I do not know how I can ever thank you for the kindness you've shown to me."

The man chuckled "How about you start by getting some rest?" He brought up humorously.

Selena let out a soft laugh at this, the corner of her eyes crinkling in mirth. "I'll try my best." she said sleepily, eyes fluttering over him, once again being hit by just how...normal he looked. "I hope I'm not being too bold with my words, my lord but…" she smiled weakly as a yawn escaped her "Your hair. It is very lovely."

Belos tilted his head silently, absorbing her words. He turned his head away from her and touched the strands that fell in front, inspecting them "...is that so?" He hummed, deep in thought.

It took him a couple of moments before he turned back to her, leaning over her and pressing a hand to her forehead. A dim red light lit up the room, coming from the tips of his fingers.

"Time to sleep, now." He whispered. The magic from his fingers seeped into Selena, relaxing her muscles and she felt her eyelids flutter shut.

"Mm…good night…Emperor…" Selena muttered in a daze, magic lulling her fully into a deep sleep in a matter of seconds.

Belos remained where he was, letting himself indulge a couple of moments more. Just watching her. Now that he could, without her feeling uneasy. He sighed and rested his forehead against hers, cursing the mask for a brief moment as it stood between them.

He knew she'd wake.

There was no plausible outcome where she wouldn't. Yet it still wracked his nerves waiting for the first critical hours to pass, even with the knowledge it would be fine. She would be fine. She had no choice but to. So he took a moment, just to breathe, just to be near her, finding solace in knowing she was alright.

Once he had his fill, Belos stood and headed for the door. He stopped, one hand placed on the wooden frame and looked back to the sleeping maiden occupying his bed.

"Sweet dreams, o' witch of mine."

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”Captive heart”

Summery: You meet yeonjun when walking home one evening and a he’s “the perfect stranger” you’re instantly hooked and as it turns out, much to the both of your surprises so is he. After bonding over disappointments you decide to start a “friendship” that consists of more coupley things than the both of you can handle while still being able to call each other your friend. But A “wild passion that drives away the cold” is just what the two of you needed. So maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Correction: it wouldn’t be so bad if the both of you weren’t drooling over the other person whenever you were together.

A/N: this fic is based on the song captive heart by Selena because I didn’t have any other inspiration but then I listened to this song and it all suddenly came to me lol. This as stated before in the release date post, it’s for the lovely @itz-yerin but I really hope everyone else who reads enjoys it! This fix MIGHT have a “lost scenes and epilogue” as sorta a part two in the future. warnings and info: strangers to friends to lovers but they’ve had a thing for each other since day one, cursing, some very mild angst, making out? I guess idk but they kiss a bit, mentions of “sobering up” but no mentions of actually drinking they were just really tired of that makes sense. Bad spelling and all around shittyness lmao If I missed something please let me know!!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper. This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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You’ve just fixed your shoe for what seemed like the thousandth time in the time you’ve walked from whatever place it was you had come from. At this point it didn’t matter when you saw him. The sun was setting so you didn’t want to take that long. But he made you brake your concentration on the walkway ahead in you. Eyes seemingly moving on their own as a man almost stomps lathargicly down the concrete steps of a small corner eatery. Head hung heavily and body swinging along with his steps like he was either half asleep or a piece of jello. He looked mildly disappointed as he raised his head. Running his fingers through his light hair, his hand stopping at the back of head as he turns his attention to you. A smirk appearing on his face, pulling his lips and eyebrows up like how you suddenly feel looking at him. Even for a second, you already felt like your feet were lifting off the pavement. Hovering over the reality of the situation that you would probably never see him again. You already felt like you were flying. It wouldn’t have been more tv worthy if there was a romantic song crescendoing in the background. He looks away from you, now seemingly searching for something across the street. But, here you are, having to walk past the man as he nods at you like he has a cowboy hat and is tipping it at you. God, he’s look handsome in a cowboy hat. Once you’re past him he takes another look both ways. They really weren’t showing up, huh? Probably his fault. He really was looking to apologize, seriously, but of course they didn’t believe him. Maybe he really wasn’t around enough. Though, judging from the exceeding the expectations of beautiful person he just saw walk past him, maybe this day wasn’t that much of a disappointment.

He shrugs, not as uninterested as it might seem. and with a shake of his head, he returns to his seat inside. He puts his head in his palms, running his fingers through his hair. Maybe it was his fault for picking such a run down place. But he isn't one to get oo caught up in maybes and what ifs. What's done is done. Just like how his ex has apparently shown their former relationship to be.

You stop at once your cross the street, turning your head back towards the guy who was no longer at the door of the eatery. Looking at the sky, you're trying to remind yourself how late it is. But it wasn't working. now all you're doing is trying to plan out how much time id take for you to grab a water or something and sit down because you really did need to rest your feet. and while you were in there itwouldnt hurt to stare at him a little longer, would it? You nod to yourself, you should have enough time. You take another longing look at the sky, remembering how you felt like you were dancing in it when you saw his face, and head back the way you came.

you spot him instantly, pretty hard to miss, even from the back. At least for you with his silk black hair tickling his neck, sleeves of his shirt hung across shoulders anyone would die for, and smith skin that somehow seemed to lift your hands towards him. In a sort of muscle memory you didn't know you even had. You smooth our your clothes and take a breath, not wanting to linger at the door too long. gladly nobodys at the counter as you make a b-line for the drink cooler on the back wall, your eye already on the drink you want and-- "shit" you mutter to yourself. The door was stuck. Of course the door just had to be stuck. Cause you couldn't just quickly take your drink and sit and the booth directly in his eye sight and have your fun like you had planned. Because just like your shoes, today you just weren't going to get your way.

you feel a tall pressance behind you. the smell of some faded cologne and something else you couldn’t quite place…. Was it fuity? Earthy floral? But that’s what we now. It didn’t really matter as you turned around just in time to catch his lips moving ti speak. “Forgive me if I’m wrong but, I think you have to pull it.” Your eyes go wide, you try to look away, but not before the knowing smirk on his face is replaced with a big smile. “No no! It’s ok. I’m kidding! I swear, that thing was glued shut as a joke or something.” He laughs, his hands shooting up to hover over your shoulders. You can feel the warmth of his hands, welcomed since, being so close to the fridge you were starting to get a little too cool for comfort. But you relax at his statement, eyes going back to their normal size. You chuckle, “god you had be worried there for a second that I’d just embarrassed myself.” He shakes his head like at a past memory. “Listen, if it was anyone who was embarrassed it was me earlier when there were people in here and I tried for a good minute prying it open and fell flat on my ass….” He suddenly gets grim, and you almost are worried before you realize hes winding up for another joke. “And, sad to say, there’s really not much cushion to break the fall.” You start to snigger as he cocks his head at you, faking shock. “Oh my god! How dare you!” He puts a dramatic hand over his chest. His heart secretly beating hard under his hand. You try to contain your laughter, wanting to play along but the hand over your mouth is only going so much. “Worse part is I didn’t even know what I slipped on!” God you were so early to laugh with. How was this happening to him? “Proves you can actually try too hard.” You shrug, already fully enamored. He was only a few feet away from you but you wanted him to be closer. Somehow he had made this whole embarrassing situation a great experience. He had turned you wanting to run out is there and never come back to you laughing with him at what he had done earlier. Maybe it was just knowing someone had done the same thing, maybe it was who exactly was explaining what happened to him was. Yeah that probably had something to do with it. But however he achieved it he achieved it well. And right now that stupid drink you’d probably never be able to taste now was a mile away in your mind. “I honestly wanted to curl up in the back and never leave.” You raised an eyebrow. Was he like an owner of this place? “Speaking of: I’ll go get you a drink!” He shoots you a quick smile and bolts off towards the back kitchen. A minute later coming back with the exact drink you wanted and a cup with ice. “How…” you wonder aloud. “Oh this? I’m friends the owner and his son. Used to come here almost every day after school to see my friend and get and a free ice pop from his dad.” Now that you're inknabout it, yeah, this place has been in business for as long as you’ve been there and from the looks of it it’s even older. You nod. “And this?” He holds up the drink you had your eye on from the cooler as he puts the cup down at the opposite bench from his at his table. “I saw you looking at it. Good choice. I’ve had to have tired every other flavor and drink here and that ones the best.” Your eyes fall to the two and a half empty bottles of it on his side of the table. God he’s really been sitting here for a while.

“I can see that.” You take a seat as he scoots the other bottles to the side. now you're suddenly wondering why he sat you by him. But you figure it's noting as you try to strike up a conversation. "You've been here for a while, I'm guessing." you gesture to the drink bottles piling up. and you hope he's not like that in his home life. he rubs the back of his head, acting like you've caught him red handed. But suddenly looking down, up, anywhere but your eyes that already seemed to drive him up a wall with how enchanting they were. "Yeah.... about that..." he laughs nervously, and you wonder if you've struck a sensitive spot. cause, with the way he's acting, seems like it. he shrugs nonsheluntly then raises his head. "Yeah, so my ex didn't show up when I asked them to meet me here. Not to tell you my entire life story or anything but… uh I was gonna stop waiting cause and hour with no call seems a little much to just be getting out your door late. You know I’ve never gotten stood up before. It’s kinda a weird feeling.” He tries to joke, and you can’t tall if he’s serious or not. But You nods, now understanding his situation. “Ans what made you…. Stay?” You ask. “I was disappointed at first, but now, I think it might’ve been the best. Cause hey, I got to see you.” He smiles, cheeks puffing and perfect lips curling until you start to smile too. “Yeah and meet me too.” You stand up a little and reach your hand over to him. “My names y/n”

after talking with him a little bit more, and him getting you another drink. In which you followed him with your eyes as he came and went. You feel comfortable enough to share more with him. “I sorta understand what you feel though.” You breathe, body feeling surprisingly relaxed when thought you just met the guy. But with the way he wrapped your attention to him and him only, you happily decided not to think of much else. “What? Your last relationship was a bust too?” “No, but, I understand how you feel with getting disappointed.” He looks you dead in the eyes, making heat creep up into your cheeks. “I hope you’re not disappointed now.” You smile, shaking your head with a firm no. “Far from it.” He muttered a “me too” under his breath, winded a little too much to get stronger words out. a bit later and you two are cleaning up the table from empty bottles. “…but yeah, kinda like what you said I keep wanting to do things. Experience things…. But random and very inconvenient road blocks keep popping up. Wrong place, wrong time. It’s starting to happen even with smaller things. It’s annoying honestly” you think back to not long ago today when your stupid shoes just had to have a problem when you were walking home. Yeonjun dusts off his hands and takes a deep breath. “Here’s my proposal: we both seem to have been at a standstill when it comes to these things. What if,… together, we seek out what happiness and all the things we’d both want in a relationship.” “What’s in it for me?” You ask. Thought barely even caring. You were already trying to make an excuse to spend more time with him. Seemed like an interesting guy who had some things to say you were actually interested in listening to.

he smiles again. Pulling up jazz hands next to his face. “Experience.” He jokes, beat later and he’s not serious “Also, we’d get to hang out.” You think for a moment. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. “So…. Like a date? Is that what you’re saying?” Getting to be close to someone like that, “it’s just…. a chance like his doesn’t happen all the time and I know this is a weird thing to ask but let’s get close, yeah?” you think for a moment. "get close" you've never heard it put like that. what the 'it' was you were even referring to you didn't know. but whatever he meant you didn't really care. cause here was something, right in front of your grasp, asking for you to come closer. no road blocks, noting keeping you further than you longed for. the both of you wanted someone to be close with. this was perfect, right?

that night you wonder what in the world you exactly meant by “experiences” or whatever else the fuck you told him. You knew what he was asking of you. You knew what you had agreed to barely any questions asked. And you don’t regret it, but a small part of you really wants to have talked about what exactly is on or off the table. But Yeonjune had just gotten out of a relationship. So did he really want to spend all his time with you doing vaguely couply or friendshipy things? Turns out he didn’t mind it in the least. In fact, the next day he calls you unexpectedly to go out to a cafe of your choosing. “We like the same drink. So I trust you with these things now.” You smile and though he can’t see you he hears it in your voice. “Wait why did you want us to go there?” “Well we’re going to because friends aren’t we? Both of us are seeking something without a road block and preferably a human companion and not an allergy. How else are we supposed to become close friends if we don’t spend any time together?” You say yes but, deep down you’re thinking about all the other terms for the two of you he could’ve used other than friends. Eh you figured this was where it was gonna go anyways. But it didn’t mean you didn’t want to spend time with him.

Yeonjun on the other hand was currently wallowing in self pity once you two got off the phone. He rocked back and forth with his knees to his chest. “Friends?” Really? Why did he have to be so blunt about it? People were starting to stare. God usually he wasn’t like this. Or… in a way maybe he kinda was. Beating and around the bush and shit.was that the right decision though? He’s just gotten out of a relationship and he aided in braking. Maybe being friends for a bit wouldn’t be so bad. The problem was, he didn’t know now if he could stay far enough away like friends do. Well and least the friends who actually are just that only.

You meet him at the place. Well, meet as in hes five minutes late. He stumbles in the place looking like he’s been awkward log enough to have hallucinations. But when he sees you the hardness on his face disappears. “I have something for you.” He says in a sing songy tone. Both his hands are in front of him. You look outside. “Where?” He looks genuinely offended as he pulls a small tube out his pocket. “A token of my appreciation for keeping me company.” Hopefully for a while longer, too. He thinks. You wait for him to open his palm to you.

“come and get it.”

you look around, thankfully he’s quiet enough so as to not draw all the attention towards the two of you. You grasp his tightly closed palm with two hands and start prying. Really? Did he really have to be so difficult? A moment later and you open the jaw like clamp that was his hands right before he could tease you about taking so long. “Glue?” “Yeah super glue” he puts infusus on the super part to make it seem better than it is. you made me do all of that? for glue? “Why are you—“ “it’s not even used! Still is the package!” “But it’s…. Glue.” He places it in your palm, closing your hand around it. “Glue that can be used to fix your shoe you wore yesterday.” He realized it was starting to need fixing? It was that obvious? He must see your wheels turning. “Get it now?” “Oh yeah, thanks.” Still surprised he even payed attention to that.

he walks you home that day and the both of you want to say more but you hold back, not wanting to go there just yet.

next time he calls you it isn’t just a five minute transaction of where the both of you wanted to go or if you were busy. He was originally just calling to see how you were doing but it turned into you saying you were hungry. Then him asking what you had in your fridge cause you needed to eat. Then you groaning “notiiiinnnnnggg” as your roles over onto your stomach on your bed. “Really?” He sounds worried through the other side of the phone. “Actually noting?” He was already grabbing his keys so he can run to the store to pick you up a basket full of whatever you wanted. “No, no. Not really. Just don’t have what I want.” Which then turned into an hour long debate of what brand and type of Raman was the best and lots of “how the fuck can you stand to eat that shit?” Laughing, and eventually the offer to go and get some right then and there. “It’s about dinner time anyways.” You reason, stepping over to where your clothes were.

"Itadakimasu!” He says as you take your first spoonful, not waiting to sit down.

and he's Looking way to cute for getting ramen. And later once you two sit down on a nearby park bench to enjoy the packaged goods, you tell him just that. “Aren’t you like, too cool for going to go get ramen from a convenience store?” “I like to dress well.” You stare blankly at him “my clothes or?” He asks. “Just you. Not just the nice clothes.” You’d be a hipacrate if you said it was weird to dress decently to be here. “I dunno, you just…. You have this- this was about you. How you conduct yourself, I mean, seems a little two high end for eating like this.” You didn’t know if you were on point or not, not knowing him for long would really do that to you. What he says next you’re not ready for, and really he doesn’t know if he is either. But he says it none the less. Wasting no time getting into his own head, a place he also wasn’t too ready to go into. “I’ll try to be more open with you, then.” He pulls at a stray string from his pants. Weirdly enough, he had accedentally matched you. And also weirdly enough you and all your “this is not a date” “this is not a date” jitters did not know what to do with that. You look up at him, body wanted to freeze but mind wanting noting more than to scoot closer to him in intrigue. “I know I’m—“ he started, placing the cardboard cup to his side and holding the ankle that was slung over his knee “I’m glad you think I’m cool and shit. But I need to understand that’s not everything to me. Sure,it’s a lot. Do you know how long it took me to pick out this outfit?” Yeonjun laughs. He looks at a loss for words.

“It’s not everything. Got it.” You nod, “and you’re not too cool for ramen.” He shakes his head with a smile. “I know we just met and what you said was probably a joke but, i never wanna come off as better than you. Or too good for something you’d like to do. Or anyone for that matter. Slap me if I do, please.” You realized something right then and there as each word came out of his mouth: he was telling th truth. And telling it to swine he hasn’t known for long. He wanted ti push himself out there. You realize that. But he also was careful not to only show one side. You felt honored.

you learn a lot of things about each other with your legs brushing against each there’s on wood bench that couldn’t be any less comfortable. But once you stoped focusing on it and starting on him. It was like you felt the clicks of mores code inside your head. Even though it was only you rocking back and forth in the squicky chair, it still felt like something bigger. You and him sitting here. Some sort of code telling you something. A subliminal message that bubbled under the surface. Words or a feeling cast into your mind without you realizing it. Something about all this telling you that his was right. He was right.

you learn that he likes fashion

That he’s the type to give his jacket to you when you’re cold. Cause he did. and no, you definitely didn't feel a jolt up your spine when he did that

you learned that oh yeah he’s definitely a fuckin flirt

that he doesn’t want to be viewed as some one dimension being. A robot, who only knows one thing and that’s how to save his face. He doesn’t want to be viewed as an airhead who should care about more things than he does. Cause it seems like he does care. Does think about a lot of things. And it sounds like he’s had the experiences to talk about it when he explains how He doesn’t wand people to look at him and only see him. Some guy and want to know all about him. He really wants people to try and get to know what makes up him on the inside too.

he learned a lot about you, too. listening intently whenever you spoke. like hat rain flavor you could eat until you died and what good smells and flavors you remember from childhood that whenever experienced again now, bring you back a hole flood of memories that feel like new

you learned, most importantly that you liked spending time with him a whole lot and he did too

“Ever feel like you want a moment to last forever?” He asks, looking deeper into your eyes than he has intended. Stupid back of his mind coming to the front. You look to both your sides as if there could be someone else he’s talking to. “Yeah that ramen in my mouth.” He scoots closer to you. Just want you wanted but couldn’t say. “Want me to take your picture?” You raise an eyebrow. "I mean, you do already have your camera out." he notes.

the next most memorable time you spend with him is at your place. you joke he looks like a wreck and he admits he hasn't gotten much sleep in the past couple days. he takes a look at himself in his phones camera. and then tries to smooth down his hair. "I really do look like it. I might have to stay here forever, I can't go back outside looking like this." and he actually looks desperate. you ponder for a moment, wondering what the hell you were going to do with him. "are you thinking about a way to help or how expensive it would be to keep me here?" he laughs. an idea pops into your head and you jump up to the bathroom. it wouldn't be so bad, he thinks, spending more time than he ever has with you. he's smiling jut thinking about it as you, unaware and running, come back to him with a razor and shaving cream. a blank look quickly shifts onto his face while you're sitting there across from him, most generic and lifeless smile on your face, blinking your eyes manically. he backs away like you're holding a weapon. (TECHNICALLY--)

"oh no, no no no no no-"

next thing he knows he's sitting on a chair with shaving cream on his face, trying not to shiver every time your hand comes closer. "Im telling you." you try to reason, "the only thing that's making you look like this is... this." you gesture to the lower part of his face. he humphs still. "as much as it'd be funny to see you in a handlebar mustache I think that's contributing to making you look like a zombie." "are you calling me pale?" he accuses, his neck shrinks back into him like a turtle. he doesn't know why he agreed to this. he does... though. he agreed cause you're you and he'd almost never say no. and as much as he'd like to lie to himself and cover it up, he wants you closer. physically, mentally, whatever you'd like. and maybe him saying he wants to do cute little friendshipy things together wasn't entirely true. he still wants to do these things, always has, but he wanted the both of you to view them as more than something small. he wanted them to go down in history in the both of your minds as the day you felt your hearts flutter and skip a beat and your mind spin in the best way possible.

"no, im calling you..." youre suddenly at a los for words on how to exactly describe him. "let me just do it." he grabs your arm to hold you back. and from then on the both of you are locked in the game he started. you try to force it out of his tight grasp but its no use. "let go!" you laugh, struggling, "you said youd let me do it!" you yell as he laughs. eventually he stops, letting go and letting you do your thing.

"does this even count as sorta friends seeking what we want from a relationship or friendship or whatever?" he turns around at your words, suddenly serious as you stop what you're doing to say that. "firstly, wow offended. sorta friends? I thought we were much more than that." you probably shouldn't hang on that sentence. but you do. more than sorta friends could just mean friends. all there could be to it. but since you have no idea, you choose to from now on think about it way too often and settle for the butterflies in your stomach. "also, were seeking happiness, right? we're smiling, aren't we?" he nods like: that sounds about right to me. you smile at him, his face going back to where you had him where you are facing his side.

"I think we make really good choices together." Yeonjun tells you, you’re heart nearly stomping at the sound of his voice, a smile creeping out your face as he nearly trips over a crack in the sidewalk as his words slur together. this was his idea, you remind yourself. "um nope. I didn't make the choice." but you did, he suggested it and you went with him without thinking twice. you reach down to fix your god forsaken shoes again and look to the left to see the same eatery you'd met him at. "I thought it'd be cute." he sulks, not wanted to stop talking there. but I ended up letting us get like this cause I was scared. I wanted us to have fun, he thinks, walk down "memory lane." take you to where we first met and where I think I started believing in forever. and he fears he's messing things up, again.

"oh." you say under your breath. and he just smiles as if he didn't just tell you a whole lot more than what you were expecting. but you just act like you didn't hear it. "Why'd you want to do something cute?" you ask him, your arms around each other shoulders feeling heaver now. "because you deserve it." and he wanted you to see him in a different light, not just the freind he though you only saw him as. but hey, now with the both of you half asleep and stumbling, a fresh new light is deffintitly what you're seeing of each other. just, not the one he had wanted. "aw, you deserve it to."

you both had agreed to "sober up" at your place before he went home. somehow that had turned into you laying down, head on his stomach and him drawing random shapes onto your collar bone. "sober up", meaning drink some coffee or anything to get your energy back up and try not to go to sleep just yet. He'd gotten entirely too tired entirely too fast and here he was paying for it. Not being able to talk to you as much as he had wanted. He felt kinda stupid, letting himself get that way just because he had no idea what to say. Or even if this was a good time.

Somehow that had turned into you laying in between his legs on your tummy and him staring entirely too long at your lips. his eyes half shut, he looks at the clock on his phone and stretches. "leaving already?" you sensed just what he was thinking. "I don't know if I should stay." it comes out more of a question than he had originally intended. maybe you were too willing, looking for someone like him, even. but this was how you just were: falling quickly, hard, and frequently. but when he touched you, it felt so real and grounding that you knew you weren't going to go anywhere. its only fair for him to match and stay here too, right?

"well," you inched closer, higher up on him, tiredness taking over and clouding your mind, "you should. at least a little longer." "a little as in five minutes or...." he's asking to tease now, really. he knows you wouldn't mind however long he's planning on staying. you roll your eyes at him. "god, what am I gonna do with you?" you laugh. you're about to look away, shift away, when Yeonjuns eyes catch yours, making you linger on his face for another minute. "whatever you'd like." the words come out of his lips almost too perfectly for you to focus anymore. suddenly this was getting real and the shock of it made you want to say something about it. or at least do something-- agree somehow? you weren't sure. "I mean, Im so tired. what are we--" his hand is on top of yours now. and this time the only thing your mind can think of is to lace your fingers with his. the scene was kinda funny; him looking at his hand like he was in awe while you stared at his jawline and realized it really can't go on like this. with the both of you longingly staring at the other and barely controlling yourselves. heart fluttering a little too much for staying just friends. but really, you reason, were you ever?

your elbows are both propped up on your mattress. he looks back at you, eyes shining more than before and you chuckle. "bro, are you blushing?" he looks at your interlocked hands and then back at your smiling features. as much as he'd like to linger on it and memorize this new smile you have, one he's never quite seen before, he also wants to make it even bigger. "Dude," he nearly whines, long and drawn out, "did you call me bro while we're holding hands?" and it worked, you're smile is a 3x bigger now. but what he didn't expect was to get the sudden urge to kiss you. at least not right now.

as his brain was short circuiting just thinking abut it, you're sitting up, hands still wound tightly together like someone had taken ribbon and tied it to the both of you. he comes up with you, your head finding its perfect place in the crook of his neck. and a second later, with him right above you like this... you're thinking of kissing him too. you also feel like going to sleep right here right now. your face unwashed and pjs not on. "we just gonna stay like this?" "I wouldn't mind. you?" he cranes his neck towards you. "someones gonna have to--" he leads you by the hand closer to him. if that was even possible. now you're more face to face. and when he leans back a little you follow. half sitting he brings a pointer finger to hook gently under your chin, sighlently asking if he could bring you closer. you nod and his lips are on yours in an instant.

now his free hand is traveling up and down your torso as he deepens the kiss. his lips are soft, plush, and warm and way too fucking comforting. your other hand is fidiling with the hair at the nape of his neck, forearm on his shoulder and wrist crooked as his arm circles your waist, brining you impossibly closer to him. it felt like the hole world was right in front of you. and his hand held the keys to you feeling extrdenary, to your heart opening and letting him in. you finally pull away, but only because of the need for air. if it was up to you you'd be staying in his arms, lips pressed together his pure bliss for all eternity. "...Turn off the lights." you finish. he starts to move away from you and your eyes widen. "that wasn't an invitation to leave." you say. and his hand stays laced with yours the whole time he gets up to turn off the lights. he strains and the tips of your fingers were the only thing that could stay together but it was still sweet.

he climbs in bed next to you again, resuming his previous position. and pulls out his phone to switch on a dull flashlight, putting it in a space where you two aren't blinded but can still see. you look at him like: why? "wanted to see you." he says simply. you start to wonder why but he's a step ahead of you, leaning in to show you why. the hand that was on your waist before is grasping the side of your face gently as the two of you lay further down. his eyes are closed but fuck, all he sees is you. all he feels is you. and all he's thinking about is you. no worries about what he's gonna say or how it'll come out. somehow, you've opened the flood gates of his emotions in a way he doesn't think he's ever felt before. he starts peppering kisses along your jaw, neck, cheeks, then eventually when he's had his fill he moves back to your lips. And now with your lips in sync and closeness heating the both of you up to where all you needed and wanted in that moment was each other, everything that you two could think about was how right this feels.

the next morning and he's you wake up with limbs tangled together and him behind you, breathing tickling your neck. But once he wakes up and the worries are back, he shoots up, no longer feeling dangerous and free. His head is started to pound from thinking about this. about you, about the both of you and what happened last night. what was he going to do? he collects his phone from your extra charger you plugged into the wall for him at what had to have been early morning. when all he could think about was how you felt next to him and how he never wanted to leave.

"Where you going?"

he doest even want to turn around. he barely even recognizes what he's doing. he doesn't even want to.

Now you're actually starting to get worried. had the both of you moved too fast too soon? was letting yourselves go the night before even a good idea? you were starting to dought the both of your decisions. god, you don't know what you'd do if this actually affected him as much as it seems like it did. maybe you should've thought through answering him with a yes when he asked if he could stay. or at least put some difference between he two of you! and besides, what did this even mean? were you two just going to go back toeing friends who look at each other for too long and replay that night over and over in your heads? or did this mean he just needed a moment to collect himself? cause you knew what you wanted, alway have. but for some reason he seemed always in the dark about ti. like he was caught between two different lives.

but you hated the way he was on the fence. you wanted to shout at him to hurry up and pick one. it'd been a while since you've started this bizzar relationship anyways. so why was he making eyes at you, being this close, and now kissing you apparently, and then not saying what that means to him or how he wanted to proceed?

you're following him through your place now. "I was just starting to like this." you liked how firm it felt. how definite it all was. and you thought he felt that too. but now he's finally turning around before your door. and backtracking towards you. he steals one last surprisingly sweet kiss before he leaves and mumbles angainst your lips, "me too. im sorry... just, give me a bit of time?" you still don't fully understand, and maybe thats ok. but you do understand that you need to give him a minute. leave him be for a little until he comes to you. and you can respect at least that.

a day of thinking later and he's reaching for his phone. sticker you'd picked out together from one of your little outings still holding onto his phone case. they looked so cheep you were sure it'd fall off in a day or two. hm, he should probably update you, right? but more than that, he misses talking to you. or, at least sending a good morning and good night text on the both of your ends. he wants to sulk. he really does. but he knows that won't be doing either of you or the current state of your relationship any good.

but...

he doesn't know how to put it to you so should he just not? but its... you. and suddenly, for what felt like the first time in ages, he didn't want to mess around with these things and drag his feet and whatever else he's done in the past that feels like a lifetime ago ever since seeing your face. he's falling. and falling hard. he actually admits how deeply he is into you this time. you've gotten each other into the palm of the others inviting hand. he doesn't feel-- no, he can't, mess around this time. you've made him realize that these types of things are way to important. you're way to important to take so long with. You've captivated him. as he has you. Took each other into your arms and held with such a force that didn't suffocate nor shatter but instead, made you both feel comforted and warm

he picks up his phone to call you, smiling. yeah, he knew exactly what he ws going to say.

after calling you to see if you’re home to talk, and knowing word for word what he wants to tell you about what he feels, sparkling eyes show up at your door in record time and this time the exact shoes you were wearing the day you two had met behind his back to replace the broken pair.

~End~

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Another Chance

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: It wasn’t easy to let her go, but at the time it was the only thing you felt was right for the both of you. But now that she’s randomly shown up in your life you’re not sure you’re ready to move on from her.

A/N: There may or may not be a part 2 to this. I haven't decided yet. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!

For a Tuesday night, the dinner rush was quite busy, which you welcomed more than anything. It helped make the night go by faster, and the only thing you wanted to do was go home and sleep for three days straight. Even if that wasn’t possible, you could still dream.

Opening up your own little restaurant in New York wasn’t easy, but it had been your dream for the longest time. Things weren’t always easy, especially the first couple of months, where you were constantly anxious of possibly having to close up shop. However, things had finally taken a turn for the better as business had picked up significantly not long after.

Now it was almost one year since the grand opening, and business was booming for a small restaurant. Bills were paid on time with just enough leftover for you to live your rather modest lifestyle and create a decent savings account for future travel. You loved your job, your employees were amazing, so all in all you could say you were happy.

“Um, boss?” Selena called to you, rousing you from your concentration as you finished up the last touches of the dishes going to table 1. You looked up to see a slightly starstruck expression on her face and wondered what had happened out there. Or who was out there. “Someone’s here asking to see you at table 4. They haven’t ordered yet, but insisted on speaking to you first.”

“Tell them I’ll be out in sec, please. Thanks, Sel,” you answered, turning to your sous chef, Esther. “Can you take over? I’ll be right back.”

She nodded. You stopped by your office to clean up a bit before presenting yourself in the dining room. Once you’ve quickly swiped any stray hairs away from your face and straightened your chef’s coat, you set out.

On your way over, you greeted a few of your regulars and checked on a few newer faces. As you approached table 4, you could have sworn the figure facing away from you seemed familiar, but you didn’t know why.

“Hello, I’m Chef Y/N,” at the sound of your voice, the mysterious stranger turned to you with electric blue eyes you would never forget, “Kate?”

The girl gave you a short wave with a tight lipped smile, her nerves apparent from the incessant shaking of her leg and her twiddling thumbs.

It’s been years since you’ve seen the archer, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t missed her. In fact, you’d been missing her since the day you broke up. No one needed to know that, though.

The breakup was a bit of a blur to you. It was quick and full of unanswered questions and heavy hearts. You just remembered your heart shattering when you saw Kate’s face fall and her blubbering as she tried to fix something that she didn’t even know was broken.

It had been your choice, but that didn’t make it easier or hurt less. Especially, when Kate would constantly seek you out to try to fix things, to get back to being happy together. But you were firm in your stance. Eventually, you had to cut off all communication with her. It was the only way you’d both move on.

So it was a bit surprising to see your ex-girlfriend sitting in your restaurant years later, looking even more beautiful than when you last saw her. Her body was more toned, her hair just a bit longer and shinier. There were a few more scars from what you could see of her face and hands. You could only imagine everywhere else.

But none of that mattered, you were just happy she was healthy and alive. Everytime she showed up on the news, your anxiety almost crippled you, as you hoped for her to come out unscathed.

“Heard you finally opened your own restaurant, thought I’d come check it out,” the raven-haired girl said, her eyes flitting back and forth between yourself and her hands.

“Uh, yeah. Took some time, but I finally did it,” you smiled a little awkwardly, the tension between the two of you a bit more uncomfortable than you’d like.

“You have a minute?” she asked, gesturing to the open seat across from her.

Nervously, you considered her offer. A part of you was about to make an excuse about needing to back in the kitchen, but another part of you did want to just hear her voice for a little longer. It didn’t even matter that things were awkward between the two of you, her voice was still the most soothing sound you’ve ever heard.

Scanning the restaurant, you figured Chef Esther could handle the orders for a bit. So you indulged yourself, sliding into the booth across from her.

For longer than you cared to admit, the two of you just sat and snuck glances at each other whenever you thought the other wasn’t looking.

“You look good,” you said, breaking the silence and bringing Kate’s attention back to you.

“You, too,” she smiled. “And this place, this place looks great. I love the color scheme. The blue walls with the accent wall of gray, blue, and white. Like it’s not too bright, but not too dark to feel gloomy, “ Kate described, her eyes still exploring the place with wonder. “The white tables lighten up the room a bit. It’s just the way I remember you describing it.”

Your eyes widened, “You remembered all that?”

“Of course. You were always talking about opening your own restaurant,” she reminded you, and you felt embarrassed as you pictured all the drawings that littered your apartment when you were living together. “It was always fun to see all the sketches of your ideas. Looks like it all came together.”

“Yeah, I guess it has. It’ll be a full year in a few weeks,” you said proudly.

“I know,” Kate said, which surprised you. From your perspective, your restaurant had flown under the radar since its inception, which you didn’t mind because it kept the clientele from getting out of hand most days. For Kate to have heard of this place must mean word had spread more than you thought.

“How's the hero life?” Unlike you, Kate had been anything but discreet. Her success was being plastered around the city and everyone wanted to know more about her and the new iterations of the Avengers.

“Good. It’s good. Not everything I thought it would be, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything,” Kate answered.

You nodded but weren’t really sure what you were agreeing to. “Good. I’m happy for you.”

This small talk was weird and nerve wracking but you didn’t know what else to talk about with her.

“So, um, do you know what you want to order? Or did you just stop in to say hello?”

Kate reopened her menu, scanning the list of dishes again. “You know, it’s hard to choose. Everything just sounds so good.”

You smiled, taking that as a huge accomplishment. In an urge to impress her, you wanted to pull out the big guns, “Do you trust me?”

After a rather significant pause, where you considered taking back your words, Kate responded. “Sure, why not?”

“Alright then, I’ll whip you up something off our special menu. Only a few special people know about it,” you sent her a wink before heading back to the kitchen.

When you returned, Esther looked at you with raised eyebrows but said nothing, and you didn’t divulge any details. Instead you got straight to work.

As you were cooking, you were quite intrigued by the fact that the interaction hadn’t been worse. You chalked it up to time mitigating any explosive feelings from getting in the way. It made you think that maybe the two of you could be friends.

For reasons you refuse to admit, you decided to hand deliver the food to Kate, asking your second to take over once more.

“Dinner is served,” you announced, placing the nice board in front of her, watching as her mouth practically watered at the sight.

“Is this?” Kate looked at you for confirmation.

“I almost made you one of our more “refined” dishes,” you rolled your eyes at your own use of air quotes, “but thought this would better fit your taste buds.”

“You always knew me best,” Kate said offhandedly, reaching down to grab the cheeseburger from the board, taking a hearty bite. “Man, I almost forgot how good your cooking was.”

Your face warmed at the compliment.

“I’m glad you like it,” you smiled, “I’ll leave you to it.”

Before you could step away, Kate’s hand shot out to stop you. Shocked, you turned back to her, eyebrows raised.

“Thank you,” Kate said.

“Don’t be a stranger, Kate,” you said, your hand giving her arm a quick squeeze before leaving again.

****

By the time it was last call, the flow of people had died down. Your sous chef went to work cleaning up the kitchen and you began prepping for the brunch rush tomorrow. Like most nights, your employees finished their work and offered to stay, but you quickly brushed them off and told them to get some rest.

After all your tasks were complete, you grabbed your backpack and keys, walking out of the building to see someone with an adorable dog waiting just across the street. They start to make their way over as you’re locking up.

“Kate? What are you still doing here? And who is this beautiful pup?” you crouched down, waiting for the dog to approach you before gently petting the dog’s head.

“You said to not be a stranger,” she shrugged, a small smirk on her face, “And this is Lucky, say hello, bud,” Kate instructed, giving him praises as he followed obediently. “I was wondering if we could walk you home,” she said.

“You don’t have to do that, Kate. Really, I’m just a few blocks away.”

“Come on. It’s late,” you rolled your eyes but took her up on the offer as you led her down the street.

The three of you walked in silence, Lucky nudging your hand with his nose every few steps, which you found so cute. The city was still alive, but it was peaceful with Kate by your side. Most of the earlier tension seemed to have melted away.

It was about halfway to your destination that you felt something in the air shift.

“I know you’ve had a long day, but there’s something I want to ask you,” Kate began, her voice quiet, to the point you had to lean towards her to hear. When she didn’t say anything, you slowed down to look at her. “Did my mom pay you to break up with me?”

You were stunned by her question, but tried your best to hold a steady face. Honestly, since Kate showed up, all you could do was replay your entire relationship in your mind. All the good, the bad, and the end.

“What brought this on?” you asked, concerned but also trying to buy yourself some time to formulate your response.

“I went to see my mom today,” Kate said, her eyes avoiding yours as her grip on Lucky’s leash tightened. “She made this comment about having to pay off a bunch of people to get me to where I am,” Kate explained. “She never said who, but she did say she also paid off some of my exes.”

You took a deep breath. It was time to tell her the truth.

“Yes, your mom offered to pay me off to walk away from us,” you confessed, and that must have been all Kate needed to hear because she was turned around and started heading in the other direction.

Your shoulders dropped as you let out a huge sigh. You considered letting her go, once again feeling it was for the best, but your tired body betrayed you as it sprang into action.

“Kate! Kate, wait, please!” you shouted, jogging to stop her. When you finally caught up to her, you grabbed her arm to keep her from moving further away. “I didn’t take it, I promise.”

“But you still broke up with me,” she stated, her blue eyes lost as she tried to process everything.

You nodded, “Yeah, I did.”

“Why?” her voice cracked and you felt all the unresolved feelings from your sudden break up years ago come bubbling to the surface.

Your throat tightened as the tears started to well up in your eyes, “Because you didn’t need me, Kate. I didn’t want her money, but it helped me come to the conclusion that you would be better off without me.”

Her response was quick. “You don’t know that.”

“Look at us, Kate. I mean seriously look at us. Money aside because I could care less about that, but our lives are so different. You’re a full-fledged Avenger now. You’re a hero like you’ve always wanted to be. And I am just so damn proud of you,” you hiccupped as the tears started to fall. “But you didn’t need me to make all of that happen. You made your dream happen all on your own.”

“It didn’t mean as much because you weren’t there to share it with me,” she whispered. “For so long, you and I talked about our futures together, and one day it just all disappeared. I wasn’t ready to let it go.”

“Kate,” your voice got caught in your throat.

“When my mom told me she paid off my girlfriends, you were the first person I thought of. I thought maybe that’s why you broke up with me. That maybe it wasn’t my fault,” Kate cried, causing Lucky to whine by her side as he tried to comfort her.

“It wasn’t,” you assured her, “you were the most important person in my life, Kate.”

“Then why did you leave me?”

Your heart physically ached. “Because for your dream to come true, I couldn’t make you choose between me and being a hero.”

“Why couldn’t I love you and be a hero at the same time?” she pressed.

You sighed, walking over to the nearest building, pressing your back against it and sliding down until you were sitting on the floor. Your eyes were stuck to her shoes until she followed your actions until she was sitting next to you, Lucky sitting in between her legs.

“When we were dating, I knew you better than anyone else. You’re one of those people that give your all to whatever it is you’re doing. School, archery, dating. All of it,” you said, leaning over to pet the golden retriever. “Hero life takes a huge commitment. Your heart is so big and you want to help everyone. That’s what I loved about you. But I couldn’t sit back and watch you split yourself trying to make everyone happy. It’s impossible.”

Kate sat in silence. Everything in her mind was jumbled and out of sorts.

“I also wanted to be able to share my dream with someone who could be there for me when I needed them. And you couldn’t always be there,” you added sadly. “It didn’t matter how much I loved you because it wouldn’t be enough if you weren’t actually with me.”

All of this changed everything to Kate. There was so much she didn’t know before, and this information had her seeing things differently. But her feelings were the same as they always were. And she had a feeling based on how you talked about your feelings before there was a chance you still felt something too.

“Would you ever consider giving us another shot?”

You scoffed, “Have you been listening to me at all?”

The archer shifted her body so she was fully facing you, her lips pursed as she thought over her words, “I hear you, I do. But what if things could be different now?”

You scoffed, “How?”

“We’re older, wiser now. I can make time for us and still be a good hero. We can grow and change together. You are living your dream and I’m living mine. What if we could find a way to make them coexist?”

“And what if we can’t?” you countered. You didn’t want either of you to get hurt from this relationship a second time. Because this time would probably hurt so much more than before.

“But if we can, it could be the most beautiful thing to experience. I haven’t stopped thinking about us, and I know I still have strong feelings about you. Feelings that I’ll never be able to shake,” Kate said, her thumb stroking your cheek softly as her eyes stared straight into yours. “I think it could be the love of a lifetime, if we let it be.”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “We’re different people then me were before.”

“We are,” she agreed, “but I fell in love with you once, and I think I’d fall in love with every version of you.”

“You don’t know that,” you argued.

“And you don’t know that I won’t,” she shot back. “I want to give this another go. But only if you want to,” she said, leaving the ball in your court.

It was all so sudden. You knew things couldn’t go back to how they were. It’s been too long for that, but you also couldn’t ignore the feelings you had. The ones you thought you had abandoned for both of your dreams to come true.

“I want to try again,” Kate was about to cheer before you stopped her, “but only if we go slow. We can’t jump into what he once had.”

“Totally agree. Slow and steady,” Kate’s smile was near blinding at your decision. “Let’s get you home,” Kate said, standing up and offering her hand to help you to your feet. “You need some sleep.”

“Sleep sounds heavenly,” you said, never letting go of her hand, which she responded to by pulling you closer, her lips pressing against the top of your head.

It felt good to be close to her again. To be in her arms and to have her in your life. This was how it was supposed to be.

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