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Jason and Jazz becoming friends through a pen pal thing at school that would send emails and letters back and forth—even after the project ended—until one day when Jazz never got a reply to one of her letters, she kept sending them despite not getting a reply up until she moves out from home and to Gotham for college.
Jason never got to reply because he had died and Bruce and Alfred didn’t have the heart to open letters that were for Jason and couldn’t bring themselves to actually write to this kid who was Jason’s pen pal. If they had actually read the letters they would have learned that Amity Park was overrun with ghosts and that Jazz was scared for her baby brother and living in a very neglectful home. They would have learned that Jazz was lonely and that she missed her friend and that the only think keeping her sane are these letters that she is writing to her one and only friend, Jason.
When Jason finally starts talking to the family and even goes to a few dinners—that usually end poorly, but we won’t talk about that!—and Alfred gives him a pile of envelopes tied together neatly addressed to him in numerical order. Jason is confused for a second until it clicks and these were from Jazz and that she had never stopped sending him letters. He takes them home and cry’s for a bit because his friend never stopped writing him, even when he was dead. Then Jason READS THEM!!! And becomes increasingly concerned after each letter ranging in detail and severity such as, “my home town is being overrun by the undead,” to “I’m scared for my brothers safety, Jason.”
And then the final one saying, “now that my brother has graduated high school Im taking him and moving to Gotham, this will be my last letter. You are my best friend!”
The rest is up to you guys!
#cute#fun#:3#danny phantom#danny fenton#fluff#Jazz fenton#jason todd#pen pal’s au#oh my god they were pen pals#batman#red hood#red hood outlaws#jazz fenton and jason todd#anger management#dp x dc#dc x dp#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp fic#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp anger management#dp x dc anger management#uwu#prompt#fic idea#i tried writing it but i can cuz my adhd is being sucky
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old fashioned (n.b)
summary: you visit another boring gala with your dad, but you always get rewarded for your attendance.
warnings: smut 18+, fem reader, established relationship, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, age gap, nathan is 27 and reader is 20, nathan being a lil shit, not proofread cause im lowkey a lazy bastard
word count: 1.2 k
You should’ve been feeling a hot, red, shame, embarrassed at the way your fathers boss has himself pressed tightly against you. At a random gala’s bathroom. Your ankle length gown bunched up around your hips. Your pretty matching panties dragged down to your thighs. The man behind you, grunting in your ear as he buries himself further inside you.
Only being able to whimper you turn your head to pull his towards yours, hoping to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. He often refuses, opting out of most if not all romantic intimacy with you.
But he indulges you, and you swoon at the honey coated kiss he delivers you. It doesn’t take long for the sweet kiss to turn sloppy, and you gasp into his mouth at the feeling of his tip hitting the deepest parts of you.
You glance forward, staring at your fucked out reflection in the mirror. Your hair is tousled, lips plumped and makeup smudged. You think he likes you this way, always preferring to have his way with you in front of a reflection. Maybe because he loves to look at himself.
When you look behind you, he’s blissed out, head tossed back, eyes closed and brows furrowed. His lips parted, panting slightly. You can tell he’s close, and you watch as his hand snakes up to rub your puffy clit. It doesn’t take long for you to cum again—blame that on how he ate you like a starving man prior to this interaction–shaking and trembling around him as you clench down on his dick.
His hips stutter, and he finds himself grabbing your cheeks to pull you in for another kiss as he fills your insides with ropes of his seed. He grunts, resting his forehead on your shoulder, only taking a couple seconds to enjoy his afterglow before slipping himself out of you and composing himself. You quickly hurry to to the same yourself. Cleaning up and grabbing your purse to fix your makeup.
He snickers in the reflection. Wiping the sweat off his face and fixing his three piece suit. He splashes a bit of water on his face from the sink, before turning to leave you alone in the bathroom.
“You should go out looking like that, I’m sure your father wouldn’t even notice..” And just as usual, he leaves the bathroom. He never talks to you much at these things, but when he sends you a text telling to go to a specific bathroom, you get excited; you feel the need to obey.
You find your seat next to your father again, and send him a tight knit smile. Just as Nathan walks across the stage and stands in front of the podium. It doesn’t take long for his eyes to scan the crowd, landing on you. You clear your throat, and lower your gaze to your lap before you hear him chuckling into the mic.
“What a great ceremony, huh!” His voice booming through the room. He goes on and on about how the company has been doing amazing, meeting quotas and above all marking period. He rambles about their projects and new advertisements. New products and the like.
Now was your least favorite part. Having to mingle with all the other companies invitees. They made you sneer at the obvious way some were trying to make a pass at you.
“Such a lovely girl. You’re in college, right?”
“So nice that you accompany your father to these things. My children have no interest.”
“So…Do you have a boyfriend yet?”
You roll your eyes and excuse yourself to sneak a drink. As soon as you turn around your face to chest with Nathan. Gasping before steadying your fruity drink.
“Nathan.. You scared the fuck out of me.” He shoots you a toothy grin, staring straight at the bruise on your neck. Poorly concealed, bruise. His large hand comes up and moves your hair, showing it off.
“I left some evidence, baby.” He purrs. “Forgive me?” feigning being apologetic. You swat his hand away and fix your hair to cover the mark. Face flushed.
“Nathan. Go away before my father sees us.” You take a gulp of your drink.
“Why? I think it’s time to tell him.” He begins, starting to mockingly sing in your ear.
“That his ceo has been fucking his pretty little girl for a year now. C’mon..”
He urges, pushing you from the small of your back, where you shiver at the contact of his hand there. “Let’s go tell your dad that his boss deflowered his princess.” You stop dead in your tracks at the low tone of his voice in your ear. Smacking the side of his arm.
“What’s gotten into you..? Would you chill out?” You whisper into his ear, hoping he hears how exasperated you are amongst all the crowd and noise.
He slightly frowns, and you find yourself taken aback at his clear display of emotions. He clears his throat before removing the glass from your hands and finishing your drink.
“You’re twenty. You aren’t even supposed to be drinking.” He states coldly. “Ugh. It taste like straight fuckin’ sugar.” He mutters. Setting down the glass sharply before brushing past you to talk to another group. You scoff, and sigh when you realize you’ve accidentally sent Nathan into one of his moods.
You watch Nathan as he shamelessly flirts with other women. The feeling of jealousy rising from the pit of your stomach until it’s everywhere around you. You hate it. You know he would never stoop that low. Still, you hated the way they thought they even had a chance.
You quickly snag an ‘old fashioned’ and finish it in two gulps. Scowling at the taste it leaves in your mouth and the way it makes your entire body shudder.
Feeling brave, you slowly step up next to Nathan, surprised when he actually seems to notice your presence.
He turns to face you, smiling down at you menacingly. You sneer. He excuses the both of you. And with his hand at the small of your back again he leads you away from the group.
“What’s wrong, princess? Can’t stand to see me mingle?” You roll your eyes. He knows that. He knows you can’t stand it when he does that.
“Nathan. What do you want from me? You wanna go public with our relationship, huh? Tell the world you’re fucking a girl seven years your junior?” You whisper the last part and raise an eyebrow while crossing your arms. He pouts. You’ve never seen him pout in the two whole years you’ve known him.
“Tired of hiding you.” He states it like it’s obvious.
“I think you deserve more than just sex in the bathroom at these random ass galas we both know we hate.”
You grab the sleeve of his arm and take him to a slightly secluded part of the room. There’s a smile on your face that you can’t get seem to get rid of.
“Did you just ask me out?”
He raises an eyebrow down at you.
“Honey. I’ve been cumming in you for a year now and you’re surprised I’m asking you out?” There’s your Nathan. Ever the romantic.
“There he is. There’s my Bateman.” You wrap his arm in his, and stand up as straight as you can. Smiling up at him.
“Let’s go tell ‘em.”
#no one look at me rn#nathan bateman x you#nathan bateman#nathan bateman x reader#nathan bateman imagine#oscar isaac imagine#oscar isaac x reader#oscar isaac#˚ . ☆ ⋆。˚ — my writing.
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Gold Dust Woman | iii
A confession that was long overdue makes life even more complicated than before. Y/n has to make the hard decision of logic or emotion, only to realize that the answer she is so desperately seeking brings even more questions, and holds no comfort at all.
Read part two here
Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader, sam kiszka x f!reader
Word Count: 13.1k
Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it), fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!reveiving), oral (m!receiving), face-fucking, choking, praise, touch of orgasm denial, biting, overstimulation, name calling, pet-names, multiple orgasms (male & female), dirty talk, some fluff, angst if you squint (light arguing, mostly just the plot line angst), feelings of guilt, swearing, sorry if i miss any!
howdy. im back from the dead 😁 here’s a little apology for all you wonderfully patient people. thanks for sticking with me ♥️ this is basically porn with plot. sorry if it’s not fantastic, i really wanted to get this out for you guys so some parts are a bit rushed and it’s poorly edited. as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🫶🏻
“Why now, Sam?” You asked, still trying to wrap your head around the information. His hand was still resting atop yours, the heat of his skin searing and the feeling just as electrifying. He didn’t respond, just took the opportunity to watch your face, studying the details like he was dependent upon it. You raised your eyebrow, prying for an answer.
“Now is as good as any time, right? Something about living in the moment, or whatever.” He shrugged, the boyish charm of his humour showing. While it usually made you swoon, now it was infuriating.
“No, not really.” You laughed, but it wasn’t because the situation was humorous. You had no idea what else to do, and that was the only sound that wanted to make an appearance. “Maybe a few months ago? Last week? Last night, even?”
“Why does it matter?” He asked, thinking he could catch you in your lie.
“Because it does!” You exclaimed, keeping your voice as quiet as possible. The last thing you wanted was to make a scene and get everyone else involved. To get Jake involved, more specifically. “I’ve been in love with you for…” you paused, looking past him and settling your gaze on the wall. You needed to gather your thoughts before continuing. Your emotions were high, which never meant anything good. You much preferred to use logic instead of emotion, and the last two days had been completely void of anything logical. “A long time, Sam.” You finally said, looking back to him. “A really long time, and you never gave me any idea that you felt the same way.”
“You never said anything, either.” He defended, a sinking feeling settling in his stomach. Had he known you felt so strongly for him, he might have acted sooner.
“Because every time you come over, you always seem to want to talk to every girl other than me. You always acted like I was just another one of the guys, not that you liked me, too.” You could see the look of regret form on his face, but you didn’t feel bad for saying it. You were hurt, completely baffled that he’d waited so long. “And the one night…” you took a deep breath, forcing the words to come out, even if you didn’t want them to. “The one night I wasn’t sitting there watching you, waiting for you to pay attention to me like a lost puppy, is the night you notice. The night I finally decided to have fun, instead of just existing, you happen to be watching me, too. The night you see another guy paying attention to me was when you finally decided to speak up? Like I was only worth liking when you were scared you couldn’t have me?”
“No, y/n. It’s not like that.” He shut the idea down, realizing how bad it looked, now. “I mean, yeah, it definitely made me want to speak up, to say something before I lost the chance, but that’s not why I’m telling you.”
“Months, Sam. You can’t tell me you didn’t notice. My entire world revolves around you, and you waited until someone else made a move?” You didn’t realize the extent of your words; once you said them, his demeanour changed.
“So, it was more than a game of beer pong?” He questioned, but he didn’t sound angry. Your stomach dropped, realizing you had sold yourself out. When you didn’t respond, he took it as more than enough of an answer. A small smile graced his lips, one that was more than unexpected. You didn’t like the look in his eye, like you’d just lit a fire inside him. “I have competition?”
“No, Sam.” You shook your head, shutting it down before he could go any further. “No competition. Not a game, or a race. This isn’t like that.” But he wasn’t listening, already straightening up in his seat with a smirk adorned on his lips, like he’d been waiting to reveal this idea to you, but didn’t know when he should. “Sam,” you warned. He moved his hand from yours, making a move to stand, now. You got up, too, not willing to let him leave without any more conversation. Once you were both standing, he didn’t turn away. Instead, he stepped towards you, brushing your hair from your face. Your heart sped at the sudden contact, not expecting it.
“It’s okay,” he assured you, running his thumb over your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into him, feeling the same gravitational pull you felt with his brother. Maybe it was a Kiszka thing, or it was just something they had in common. That, you weren’t sure of. You were sure of the heavenly feeling of his hand on you, and how badly you wanted to stay like that, forever. “You can have your fun with him, because I know you’ll end up with me, princess. I’ll make sure of it.” He promised, no tone of joking present within the statement.
“Sam,” you breathed, wanting to put a stop to the situation before it could start. Even so, you couldn’t help but feel your head swirl at the closeness of his face. The scent of incense was still lingering on his clothes even after a long night of drinking, captivating you and pulling you in even further. Through all the similarities you’d noticed between him and his brother, the feeling of their touch was so different. Both fantastic, but so unlike one another. The idea of kissing Sam was almost comforting, like a promise of safety after a long journey. The thought of kissing Jake felt almost forbidden, like it had to be kept a secret, but it was exhilarating. It was a battle of thrill and security; you’d never had much of an issue with it before, but now it seemed impossible to choose.
“Why are you saying my name like that? I haven’t even done anything to deserve it, yet.” He hummed, pulling you into him a little more. You were certain he could sense the effect his words had on you. Your chests were practically pressed together, heartbeats synced and rapid. You were torn, stuck between the satisfaction of finally having him in such a way, and guilt for doing it behind Jakes back. For something you’d been wishing about for so long, it was producing a lot of conflicting emotions.
Unbeknownst to you, Jake was well aware of what was happening in the kitchen. He’d caught on as soon as Sam followed you in there, and he wasn’t mad about it. Anyone with a set of eyes could tell you had feelings for Sam, but he was confident in his ability to win you over, too. Both boys had the same deadly mindset, no worry in their mind that they would lose the game. Their cockiness and determination was leaving them blind to the reality of the situation. Both were so certain they could win you over that they were forgetting they were playing with real emotions, yours and their own.
But, it’s nothing if not human nature to be selfish, and in this specific triad, greed was the only motivator.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You finally said, but you knew you didn’t mean it; there was nothing you wanted more.
“No?” He questioned, using his finger to tilt your chin upwards. “You want me to stop?” You wanted to say yes, to push him away and forget the whole thing ever happened, but you couldn’t seem to find the strength within yourself to do so. His stare was captivating and his touch was invigorating.
“Just kiss me.” You expelled, once again unwilling to think about any consequences. Permission was all he needed to proceed. He leaned down, capturing you in a kiss that was sweet enough to make you forget your worry. It was different than any you’d had before; filled with emotion and not reliant on lust. It was over soon after it started, and unlike the moments you shared with Jake, the ending of the kiss with Sam left you with a feeling of fulfillment and relief. For the first few seconds, at least. Then, a crashing wave of panic followed.
He picked up on your change of demeanour, immediately pulling you into an embrace to soothe the after effects. He held you to him, hand rubbing circles in over your back in attempt to calm you down. “Hey, it’s okay.” He assured you, finally realizing that he may have put a little too much pressure on you. When you didn’t respond, he pulled back to get a look at your face. He wasn’t expecting you to pull him into another kiss, shocked at the suddenness of your actions.
He snaked his hand to your hip, the other cupping your cheek in a loving hold. This one was hungrier, a type of desperation laced within it. He assumed it was for him, but in truth, it was desperation for an answer. You thought if you could pinpoint the exact emotion the kiss produced within you, it would make your choice a lot easier. For a moment, it did. When you pulled away, it seemed like the world made sense again. The comfort from the short moment you shared with him was incomprehensible; something you’d been yearning for forever. The logical thing would be to let Jake go, to understand that at the end of the day, you had real feelings for Sam that had been solidified even further with time. To understand the animalistic nature of your attraction to Jake was just that, and nothing more.
The right way to go about it was to end your entanglement with Jake, and pursue the relationship with Sam. You understood that had this happened just a day sooner, there would be no internal debate or struggle about being with Sam. You had to act based on that, because bouncing between both boys was immoral and wrong. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt either of them, and allowing things to continue as such would only result in a catastrophic failure. But, even as you came to terms with the fact of the matter, you still felt saddened at the thought of losing Jake. You wanted Sam, that much was undeniable, but just within a day, Jake had earned a spot in your heart and didn’t seem to want to leave.
You yearned for the opportunity to be with Sam for so long that you seemed to put him on an untouchable pedestal. One where he was almost angelic and was viewed as if he could do no wrong. That was the issue with crushes, because it always made the subject appear like they were above all else. And, the idea of them was solely based on imagination. Whereas with Jake, you had actually been with him. Your idea of him wasn’t a fallacy; it was more real than anything you had ever shared with Sam. You knew his hands, his mouth, and his ability to bring you to your knees with just a glance. The version of Sam you had in your head was complete fantasy, and the idea of Jake was reality. And because of that, he was settled in your bones like sediment and was weighing you down while you tried to make the right decision.
“You’re evil,” You sighed, looking over his face. He gave a small chuckle in response, still hesitant to let you go.
“I never said I would make it easy on you.” He teased, giving you a smile. “Think about it, princess. You don’t have to give us an answer right now.”
“You’re asking me an impossible question.”
“Not impossible, just difficult.” He corrected, as if it would make you feel any better. “Like I said, I’m not worried.” You fought back an eye-roll at his statement. He was so caught up in his own cockiness to realize you were hurting over it. This was not the position you wanted to be in, and although he wasn’t helping, you had dug your own grave by giving in to temptation for both of them.
The sounds of footsteps in the hallway caused both of you to part, shying away from each other as if you’d committed a crime. You quickly sat back down, burying your face in your cup of coffee to hide your rosy cheeks and guilty expression. Danny and Josh walked into view, almost immediately picking up on the tense nature in the room. Danny looked as if he was about to comment on it, but decided not to. He always seemed to notice when you were acting out of the ordinary. “I think we’re gonna head out. You coming?” He eventually asked Sam. The boy looked to you one last time, but gave a nod. “We’re still on for lunch, tomorrow?” Danny turned his attention to you, now.
“Yeah, of course. I’ll pick you up at 12?”
“Yeah, perfect.” He agreed.
“Thanks for coming over.” You smiled. “I’m sure you’ll be back soon?”
“You can’t get rid of us that easily.” Josh assured you. You bid your goodbyes, eyes following them as they walked towards the front door. You listened for the sound of the door shutting before slumping down into your seat. You pulled your head into your hands, fingers tangling in the roots of your hair and gently pulling at them.
You knew what you had to do, but you wanted to process it before having to face Jake. You could hear the gentle hum of the guitar from the living room, taunting you with serenity. The sound was much too calming for your situation. The idea of joining him in the living room produced nothing but unease within you; knowing you had to go in there and tell him to leave was agonizing, because deep down, you still wanted him to stay. You were completely caught in your own mess but couldn’t find the strength to have sympathy for yourself, knowing you’d created it all on your own. Right vs. Wrong was barely existing within you, because every possibility seemed to be a little bit of both.
You thought that the shared moment with Sam would have solved everything, that it would have made the turmoil make sense. In a strange way, it did. In many more ways, it made it worse. So, you stood, no real plan in mind, and walked to the living room with intent to settle your mistakes, to right them in some sense, even if you weren’t sure how to. When you appeared in the entryway, Jake didn’t even seem to notice your presence. Instead of announcing it, you watched him for a moment, admiring him while you still could. His hair was framing his face, cascading down in a sea of brown and perfectly showcasing his features. His eyes were settled on his hand, gracing the fretboard with their talent. He seemed to be playing so effortlessly, like it was more natural than breathing. You supposed, to him, it was.
You didn’t notice the trance you’d found yourself in until he looked up at you. The simple eye contact was powerful enough to steal the air from your lungs. It only took a smile for you to forget what you’d come to talk to him about. “Alone at last, Gold Dust Woman.”
‘Fuck.’ you thought to yourself. As confident as you were in your decision, your ability to follow through was diminishing more by the second. ‘Damn him and his pretty face.’
“Come to break the bad news?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. Your blood ran cold, unsure of how he knew without you even speaking a word. He gave a small smirk at the expression on your face, wondering if you would come clean or not.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” you said once you’d gathered your thoughts. He let out a chuckle, shaking his head at you.
“I told you, angel. You’re not a very good liar.” He searched beside him, finding the case for the guitar. He unplugged the cord before gently setting the instrument where it belonged.
“M’sorry,” you mumbled, unsure of what exactly you were apologizing for. Part of you felt it was because it was a show of guilt for your actions, the other part of you thought it may be because you were ending whatever you’d started with him.
“For?” He questioned, sitting back against the cushion of the couch. In place of an answer, you stared, realizing you still hadn’t made up your mind, despite being certain you had. Maybe it was his aura, so intense and alluring, or perhaps it was due to the unfulfilled promise you had made to each other. Either way, any coherent decision and moral was long gone now that he was in front of you. “Hmm?” You swallowed hard, only focused on his hand resting in his lap. The curious hand that started it all, the one that contained all of his power.
“I, uh…” his eyes never left your face, making your nervous demeanour even worse. He expelled a long breath, almost as if he was annoyed for having to answer for you again.
“Sorry that you were sneaking around with my brother?” He theorized. “Or sorry that you were caught?”
“How did you know?” You finally mustered the strength to speak up. He gave a shrug, one that radiated carelessness. He didn’t give a single shit about what you’d done with Sam, and it was blatantly obvious.
“It’s written all over your face, sweetheart.” He let out a laugh, like he couldn’t believe you were so oblivious to your own stature. “Everyone knows you like Sam, y/n. We’re not blind.”
“So why did you start whatever this is?” You asked, feeling annoyance bubble in your chest. If he was so aware of your feelings, there was no logical reason for him to instigate a relationship with you.
“I can’t give you all of the answers.” He replied, nonchalant and unapologetic for his actions.
“At least give me some!” Your frustration was apparent; both boys had been elusive and indirect about their motives, and it was driving you insane. If their intent was to drive you crazy, it was working. He let out a little sigh, as if your inquiries were an inconvenience.
“You like Sam, Sam likes you.” He stated, as if he were explaining the situation to a child. You clenched your teeth, slowly becoming more angry as he continued on. “I like you, you like me.” He paused again, waiting for confirmation of the fact. You wanted to shut the idea down, deny that you had any interest in him. But, you couldn’t, because it simply wasn’t true. If you had no feelings for Jake, it would have been easy to tell him to leave, to end the debate without a second thought. Instead, you were struggling with the simple idea, let alone the execution. As much as you hated to admit it, you did like Jake, and you liked him way more than you originally thought.
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“Now we have a level playing field.” He shrugged. “If you’re going to pick between us, it should at least be a fair decision.”
“So you guys decided this on your own?” You couldn’t help but feel a bit betrayed at the knowledge, that they’d let you drown in guilt and regret while they knew what was happening the whole time.
“I think you decided it, too, actually.” He explained. “You haven’t told me to leave yet.”
“Okay, leave.” You snipped, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance. He laughed at your command, finding the bossy persona entertaining.
“Is that really what you want, sweetheart?” The longer you looked at him, the more you felt the urge to strangle him. Something about his air of superiority was insufferable; the nature of his entitlement was off-putting, almost like he knew you were bluffing, even before you did. You couldn’t find the strength to confirm your statement, because the truth was that you were dreading his departure.
The whole situation was ridiculous, completely unnecessary and utterly pointless. In the battle of winning you over, they didn’t seem to realize that they were only pitting themselves against each other. The promise of affection from you simply wasn’t enough to excuse the loss of their relationship, and you wanted them to understand that before they took it too far. You were well aware of how dangerous the game was, but even so, you were enjoying it despite the fact. Something about being loved by a Kiszka was euphoric, and to have it from both of them was more than enough of a reason to ignore any potential consequences.
“This isn’t a good idea, Jake.” You whispered.
“It’s a better idea than one of us sitting back and suffering in silence. We both have a fair shot, now.” You shook your head, baffled at his inability to see the issue. “We know what we’re doing, angel.” He promised. “Now, tell me the truth. Do you really want me to leave?” You felt dirty even holding a desire for him to stay. The idea of being pursued by both brothers was thrilling, but unsettling, especially knowing that it was bound to be a catastrophe. Knowing that they were aware of the situation and were actively trying to win you over was no comfort; all it served was a reminder that they were obviously not thinking clearly. You knew you should shut it down, stop it before anything bad could happen, but that pull he possessed was stronger than ever. You felt like you were gravitating towards him without even realizing it, with no means to stop it.
He stood, now, slowly making his way towards you. The gentle nature of his movements were like a cloud of a reassurance, a silent promise that he would take care of you and aid you in forgetting any of the worries you had. It was their charm in action once again; both of them had the ability to make you see past even the worst of decisions. The air surrounding him even radiated with a sense of calmness, like everything would be okay as long as he was around.
As his hands landed on your hips, your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. Morally, you knew you should have recoiled, shied away from his touch and told him to leave. You came in with the intent to do so, and still hadn’t let go of the nagging thought. Then again, you felt the same way when Sam was touching you like so. Afterwards, you seemed to have a new found sense of clarity. You thought that the clarity might make a reappearance if you kissed Jake, that the decision would be so much easier if you allowed it one last time. That way, you could have an unbiased opinion on both feelings, and make a plan accordingly. You repeated that thought in your head until you believed it.
Once again, you’d failed to see the repercussions of your actions, blinded by your own stupidity and lack of self-control. In no world was allowing the kiss an intelligent decision. But, you wanted him so badly that in the moment, it seemed only right to do so. The devil was a master at his own game, and you’d fallen right into his trap. As certain as you may have been about your course of action upon your arrival, deep down you knew that Jake would never let you go so easily. “You should go, Jake.” You managed to get the words out, despite not wanting to say them. He was close enough that you could practically feel the warmth radiating off him. His face was just close enough to taunt you, his lips so easily accessible that it was hard to think of anything else.
“I didn’t ask if I should, I asked if you wanted me to leave.” He reminded, the low hum of his voice vibrating through you. You took in a long breath, keeping your eyes closed in hopes it would help you to follow through with your statement. “Because if I remember correctly, you were the one who wanted me to stay.”
“That was before everything got complicated.” You said, barely speaking loud enough for him to hear.
“I don’t think it’s complicated at all, angel.” He lifted a hand to your face, cupping your cheek with the utmost care and caution. Your heart was pounding against your ribs, stomach twisted in a knot, knowing that if you didn’t put a stop to his antics, you’d end up in the same position as you were the night prior. “I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it.” The devil inside you was partnering with the one that was possessing him, pushing you further into his arms. “If that’s what you want, of course.”
You did; you’d been starving for it since he’d given you the first taste. Even if it was wrong, the temptation was too high to turn him away. “You’re despicable,” you breathed, finding the truth of the statement proper for both brothers. Relentless and utterly despicable in their charm.
“You like it.” He taunted, knowing all too well that he was correct. He awaited a verbal answer, but the time for talking was through. Before he could get another word out, you leaned forward and closed the gap between your mouths. As much as he was hoping for the outcome, he was shocked at the suddenness of your motion. It only took him a few seconds to catch up to speed, pulling you into him and responding with as much enthusiasm as you were giving him. The internal struggle you were caught up in was immediately silenced; the only thing that mattered was him, and how you never wanted to forget how it felt to have him on your skin.
When you broke away from each other, you were too far gone to take a moment to reassess the situation, only thinking about the promises of the night prior. There was no more debate on whether he should leave. The thought of not finishing what you had started was unbearable; the idea of his departure was excruciating. You decided that you could decide later, that the damage was already done and you were only allowing yourself to be fully educated before picking your path. You could wallow in your guilt later, but for the moment, Jake was the only thing you could think about.
The human ability to overlook pain for momentary pleasure is abstruse.
“Still want me to leave?” He asked, breathless from the kiss. Although yes was the best answer to his question, you were aware that he wouldn’t even make it to the door before you were chasing after him.
“Shut up,” you snapped, still annoyed from the events that unfolded, and on edge from the pent up sexual tension. His grip on you tightened at the harsh words, picking up on your energy and preparing to match it. “Are you going to finish what you started?”
“Don’t expect to speak to me like that and get what you want.” He warned, lips still hovering over your own. You didn’t cower under the authority, too worked up to submit just yet.
“You can’t walk away either, and you know it.”
“Don’t be so sure about that.” He muttered. He knew he wouldn’t, but he absolutely could if he wanted to. He’d mustered the strength to do it once, and he knew he could do it again. Instead of continuing the bickering, you snaked your hand around to the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss. It was needy, both of you trying to make up for the state you left each other in the night before. A messy struggle ensued, a battle of trying to remove each others clothes without breaking a kiss.
He managed to free you from your shirt, only breaking away from you for a second. You took the opportunity to do the same to him, wasting no time returning back to each other. Now his hands had the opportunity to roam your upper body; the feeling of him on you was better than you remembered it, perhaps because you were sober, or maybe just because you wanted him so badly. It didn’t really matter which it was, you only cared about him never stopping. He guided you towards the couch, neither of you bothered by the fact you were still in the living room. You had both come to the conclusion that the bedroom was too far away and were content with the current location.
Once you were secure on the sofa, he hooked his fingers through the sides of your shorts, pulling them off in a swift motion. There was no more willingness to wait, you were both starving for each other. He settled between your legs, reminding you so strikingly of the night prior that you were almost scared he would leave again. Your worry subsided when his hands returned to your body, knowing no other thought could override how he was making you feel. His lips curiously drifted over every available part of you, remembering every sensitive spot while he used the gesture to appreciate you all at the same time.
You could tell his patience had greatly diminished since the night before. He seemed less concerned with teasing, focused more on catching you up to his speed than anything else. In that moment, you understood just how hard it was for him to walk away from you. His plan had worked; you hadn’t stopped thinking about him once, but he achieved it at a price. His determination for the long game had faltered, and he was caught in your web just as much as you were in his. His silence spoke volumes, proving further that fucking you had been the only thing on his mind.
His fingers slipped between your legs, the act as natural as breathing for him. He took a moment to appreciate the arousal that had begun to pool, but didn’t hover too long. His thumb found its way to your clit, barely applying any pressure. Even so, the small action caused your breath to hitch in your throat. A hard realization washed over you; his hands didn’t only posses such power when you were drunk and everything seemed fantastic. You were sober, no diminished inhibitions and all normal brain power restored, and he still felt better than anything you had ever experienced. The devil inside him was constant, not encouraged by intoxication or any other means. The version of Jake you knew from the night before was the same one in front of you, now. You were gutted at the thought, knowing that liquor didn’t have any effect on the situation; he was just as charming, and you were just as willing to fall for it.
He gradually increased the pressure of his thumb, the small action quickly turning you into a mess below him. He barely had to touch you to drive you crazy. He watched your face, intent on seeing every micro-expression you were willing to make. He had yet to speak a word, and you almost didn’t want him to. As good as he made you feel, there was a part of you that was still pissed off at him. You continued to tell yourself that this was solely to settle the score, to finish what you started and move on, but you knew it wasn’t true. The intense emotions incurring within you were a direct result of his minuscule actions. Without a doubt, that told you that whatever your situation was, it wouldn’t end with your orgasm. It was far beyond sex, now. If it was just a hookup, or just for the sake of sex, you would have no issue telling him to leave. If you wanted to hook up with someone, all you had to do was go to the nearest bar. Whatever this was, was laced with emotion and coated with complexity. Even with his hands on you so intimately, you were terrified of him walking out the door.
When his fingers slipped inside you once more, you were ashamed to admit that the thought of Sam was long gone. Whatever evil Jake was doing, he was doing it unfathomably well. The spell he casted over you made it impossible to think of anything other than him, and it was terrifying. You knew that even with the knowledge of a future filled with suffering, that moment made it all worth it. The things you were willing to do to keep having him like this was despicable, and they made you feel dirty for even thinking such a way. But, as you grew to understand in the last twenty-four hours, Jake was inescapable, and part of you was okay with that. As much as it made the nature of your predicament so much more complicated, it radiated an air of comfort. That was another revelation that made your decision so much harder; the thought of cutting him off was unbearable, but the idea of continuing on as such was anxiety inducing. No matter which way you looked at it, every possibility seemed terrible.
“Does that feel good, angel?” The gravelly tone immediately stopped any forebodings before they could surface. In an instant, just with a few words, he had you completely immersed in his being once more. His caring nature seemed to be genuine, but there was a distant look in his eye that made you second guess the sincere impression. You thought maybe it was a question pertaining to his ego, and the idea did not take you as a surprise in the slightest. Still, with how generous his actions were, you had no problem feeding into him a little bit.
“Feels so good, baby.” You sighed, reaching down and cupping his cheek in your palm. The pet name seemed to spark a fire in him, his eyes darkening and his jaw clenching. He took in a long breath through his nose, seeming to relax him and allow him to focus back on his objective. He sped his movements slightly, letting his thumb brush over your clit with every pump of his fingers. “God, please don’t stop.” You whined, back arching off the cushion of the couch begging for just a bit more contact.
“Being so good for me, baby.” He stated, his mind clearly fully immersed in your face. “You know I’ll give you whatever you want.” And he wasn’t lying, although the terms were subjective and almost always his own. You had little say on when you could get what you wanted. Still, you knew that anything at all from Jake was well worth the world, even if you had to suffer first. “You gonna cum for me?” He asked, picking up on the furrow of your eyebrows, the slight part in your lips and the laboured breathing. Even if he’d only seen the expression once before, he could recognize it anywhere. It hadn’t left his mind.
“Y-Yeah,” you stuttered, eyes squeezed shut and the burning in the pit of your stomach growing more intense with every second that passed. You both knew it wouldn’t take much more, but you were afraid he would pull away before you could. Jake’s arrogance left you constantly on edge, wondering if his words were true or laced with deception. Not in a terrible, untrustworthy way, but in a sense so minor that it made you second guess yourself, slowly driving you insane and leaving you begging for more. He’d never lie to you about anything important, but he was quite keen on being an asshole in the bedroom. That was part of his whole wicked agenda. You were certain he only harnessed such a persona to keep you guessing what his next move was, to keep you on his hook.
“Come on, angel.” He encouraged. The three words sent a rush of relief through you, settling the fear and letting you know he wanted it just as badly. He didn’t have to work much harder, because within a few seconds you were coming undone. It was a mess of heavy breathing and slurs of moans decorated with his name. He coaxed you through it, soaking up every detail of the experience as he watched you. “So beautiful,” he breathed, muttering the words to himself as you came down from the high. You would have missed his statement if you had not been immersed in every word and action he gave. Another rush of emotion ran through you, but this one was different than the normal feeling of arousal he usually produced within you. It was endearing, the type of statement that made your cheeks heat with a blush and a smile fight its way onto your lips. It was genuine, and you were certain you could live a lifetime surviving solely off of compliments from him.
He made a move to stand, sending you into a panic, worried he would decide he was going to leave again. He gave a small chuckle at your expression as he steadied himself on his feet. “Don’t leave.” You sat up, head still buzzing from the intensity of the orgasm. You planted your palms on the cushion of the couch to keep yourself upright. “Please.”
“I’m not, baby. Don’t worry.” He reached out, guiding your chin upwards with his hand so he could get a good look at your face. The worry in your eyes was evident, but the sincerity in his face rivalled it. You gave a small nod, opting to trust him. Your eyes drifted downwards, settling on the bulge in his jeans. He was clearly worked up himself, maybe even more than you were. He released his gentle hold on your face to undo his belt. You took in a long breath, trying to keep your excitement from showing to much.
He tossed the belt to the side, continuing his work at freeing himself from his pants. When his jeans and boxers were discarded on the floor, you bit down on the inside of your lip to keep yourself from letting out a gasp. He stood, fully exposed in front of you, and even more attractive than you could have imagined. You were no stranger to the fact that Jake was beautiful, but the sight before you was breathtaking. His cock was eye level with you, tip red and glistening with pre-cum, and even larger than anticipated. Your mouth was practically watering, and you felt your arousal growing more by the second. You reached out, grabbing his hand and pulling him a little closer to you. Before he could comprehend what you were doing, you had slipped off the couch and onto your knees in front of him.
You took him into your mouth, and although he wasn’t expecting it, it was more than welcomed. The relief he felt from the small act was quite evident. He let out a low groan, bringing his hand to the back of your head and gathering your hair. He kept a gentle hold on the strands, not enough to cause you any discomfort, but enough for you to know that he was still in control. You slowly worked yourself up to speed, focusing on the head for a moment before gaining the confidence to take him further. He didn’t push you, content with anything you were willing to give him. Despite his silence on the matter, he was desperate for you, too. After you familiarized yourself with him, your need for him grew. You relaxed your jaw, allowing easier access, and took him as far as you could. Once the feeling became less foreign, you started at a steady pace.
His grip in your hair tightened and his breathing sped, a sure sign that he thought you were doing a good job. “Fuck, y/n.” He groaned, doing his best to stop himself from thrusting in time with your movements. “Doing such a good job, angel.” He didn’t want to push you, but you were both at the point of forgoing any gentle nature. The pent-up frustration from recent events were coming to an explosive climax; any and all formalities of the first time were no longer needed, and the lust was driving you both feral for each other. Your gaze fluttered up to meet his face, your stature refusing to falter. When he caught your eyes, it looked as though it flipped a switch inside of him. His jaw hardened, stare narrowing and the hold on your hair grew tighter still. He pulled you off him for a moment, taking a second to catch his breath.
When your eyes connected, it was almost as if an unspoken agreement was made. As if he’d turned into a whole different person, an aura of dominance surrounded him with just a slight expression change. “Tap my leg twice if you want me to stop.” He ordered. You gave a nod, understanding that you were giving up any control you had previously. If it was anyone else, you might have been nervous to do so, but not with Jake. As much as he could piss you off by times, you trusted him in every sense of the word. “I need to hear the words.”
“I will.” You promised, assuring him you would be honest. He looked over your face for any sign of discomfort, but he was met with an excited expression. With that confirmation, any loving undertone in his concern disappeared. He roughly guided your head back to its earlier position, the tip of his cock resting on your lips. You had to take a second to process the sudden change, but wasn’t fast enough for his liking.
“Open.” He snapped. Your shock over the harsh word was evident, but the change was welcomed. You felt a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, excited at the change in pace. You did as he asked, and he wasted no time taking advantage of the compliance. He started slower than you anticipated, but it didn’t last for long. Once you had adjusted to him once more, he held your head in place and set his own pace with his hips. You did your best to keep up with him, trying to steady your breaths and relax your muscles as much as you could. You had confidence in your ability, but you had to admit that it wasn’t an easy task. If he decided to push you further, you knew it was a possibility that you would have trouble taking his whole length, especially at such a pace. Still, you persevered, knowing that pleasing him was just as, if not more pleasurable than getting off yourself.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He growled. The blunt statement settling inside you, weighing you down like concrete had replaced your bones. The filthy praise was exhilarating, almost sending you into another orgasm from the sound alone. The new rush of arousal that took over you was primal, all fear of underperformance disappearing instantly. You reached your hand between your legs, fingers immediately finding your clit. You desperately searched for some sort of relief while he used you as he pleased.
The whole display was obscene, certainly not where you had expected to end up when you first joined him in the living room. Still, you couldn’t find it within yourself to be upset at the shift in plan. As immoral as it was, having sex with Jake seemed to ignite a whole new part of you that you weren’t sure even existed before. After years of lighthearted flings with boys who tried too hard to act like men, you believed sex was never going to be wholeheartedly enjoyable. Instead, it felt more like a chore by times. Just one night with Jake had you rethinking the entire belief, and now experiencing it again solidified the fact that you were wrong. Never in your life had you been so elated to be wrong about something.
As Jake noticed where your hand ended up, the knowledge seemed to fuel him further. As he fucked your mouth, he used his hand to push your head down in time with his thrusts. Even though you were content with the action, you had to admit that it was a little hard to handle. Your eyes were watering and you fought back a gag with every movement of his hips. You kept his words in mind, knowing that if you wanted him to stop, he would in a heartbeat. You decided you could keep up for a little while longer, mostly because you believed he wouldn’t be able to maintain his pace for any length of time. His breathing was ragged, he was glistening with sweat, and the moans slipping from his lips were pornographic. If he didn’t slow down, you were certain he was going to cum.
One particularly deep thrust caught you off guard, causing the gag you’d been holding back to surface. Your throat constricted around him while a few tears involuntarily slipped down your cheek. In your messy state, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. Before you had time to worry if he was going to orgasm or not, he withdrew from you completely. It took him a moment before he moved or spoke. He had to calm himself down before you moved on to something new. After a few deep breaths, he carefully released his hold on your hair. His hand drifted to your cheek and he used his thumb to wipe away the stray tears that still lingered on your skin. Then, he guided your chin upwards so you he could fully see your face. He took in the sight, wishing he could sear it into his memory.
“Such a good girl,” he hummed, eyes flickering down to your hand between your legs. “Do you like being a little whore for me?” You watched him, wide-eyed and unsure of how to answer. You felt frozen, stopping your hands movement completely, wondering knowing if he wanted a verbal answer or if it was a trick question. His hand cupped your chin, settling it in the space between his thumb and index finger. When you didn’t respond, his fingers tightened against your cheeks, trying to pry a response from you. “Answer me,” his voice was low, but demanding.
“Yes,” you nodded against his grip.
“Yes, what?” You studied him for a moment, trying to pinpoint his desire. When you caught his eye, the answer seemed to come to you with ease.
“Yes, Sir.” You said, confidently. Although he wanted to keep his demeanour firm, you couldn’t help but notice that the corners of his lips upturned ever so slightly. You could both feel the connection; how easy it was to read each other, how easy it was to please each other.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He muttered, loosening his grip on your face. “You liked it so much you couldn’t even wait for me to touch you?” Redness sprawled across your face at the question, suddenly embarrassed at the act of desperation. You quickly moved your hand, but the feeling of shame remained. “Don’t be shy, angel. S’okay.” He assured you, settling the unease that had risen within you. “Why don’t you let me help you out?” Your eyes fluttered closed, already imagining the feeling of him between your thighs again. After the thought passed, you thought it best to answer before he could change his mind.
“Yes, please.” You breathed. He let go of your face, reaching for you hand. You accepted the gesture and let him help you off the ground, noticing the ache in your knees from the hard floor.
He guided you to the couch once more, never straying from you as you sat down. He didn’t speak another word before he sunk down to his knees. He settled between your legs so naturally, like it was where he had always belonged and he’d been grievously suffering from homesickness. He hooked his arms under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the cushion as he guided your legs over his shoulders. As he placed soft kisses to the sensitive skin of your thighs, you felt your upper body melt back into the sofa. You were excited for the next activity, but something about the gentle touch was soothingly sweet. “What have you done to me?” He mumbled, but you could feel him smiling against your skin. You reached down, tangling your fingers in his hair.
“What do you mean?” You asked, tone breathy from the closeness of his mouth to your heat.
“You’ve got me on my knees for you.” He let out a small chuckle, fingers grazing over your hips as he continued to litter marks over your thighs. “You didn’t even have to try.” You swallowed hard at the statement, realizing how quick and willing he was to abide to the change. You were both aware he was still in control, but it seemed as if he’d give you whatever you wanted with the snap of your fingers, now.
“I like it,” you smiled, the knowledge of his soft spot for you swelling your ego slightly. You knew he liked it too, even if he’d never admit it.
“I’d stay here all day if I could.” He confessed.
“Yeah?” You pressed.
“Mhm,” he hummed. “Waited all day, couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking good you taste.” With that, he brought his mouth to your cunt, not willing to wait for any type of response. You let a gasp out, an involuntary response to the feeling of his tongue on you again. His hands were talented beyond measure, but his mouth held power like no other; you were certain that if heaven was real, whatever was waiting for you beyond this lifetime was barely comparable to the euphoria Jake bestowed upon you. He ran his tongue through you, finally getting a taste of what he’d been doing to you. He let out a hum of appreciation, the small sound instantly sending a wave of pleasure through you.
You let your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the sensation as much as possible. When he’d gone down on you the first time, you believed there could be no greater pleasure. Now, you knew you were wrong. Your sobriety allowed you to fully immerse yourself in the moment, and it was better than anything you thought you felt the night prior. He started slow, taking his time really appreciate you. As much as he was pleasuring you, he was enjoying himself, too. Once he satisfied his need to tease you, he pulled back for a moment. “All of this for me, beautiful?” He asked, a small sigh sounding from him. You looked down, eyes casting over his face and soaking up his expression. He looked as if he’d just been gifted the opportunity of a lifetime to have you like this.
“All for you, baby.” You agreed, breathless just at the sight of him. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound of such a beautiful statement. He seemed as though he wanted to speak again, but couldn’t resist the temptation of what was in front of him. He pulled you down a little more, leaning forward to meet the motion. His tongue found your clit with an expert precision, like it was second nature to him. The warmth of his mouth mixed with the feeling of his fingers searing into your skin was overwhelming. You’d never admit it to him, but he already had you on the brink of an orgasm.
Without moving his mouth from you, he freed one of his arms from under your leg and guided it further to the side. The change in position couldn’t even take your mind off of the spell he was casting on you with his tongue. As if he thought he wasn’t already doing enough, he slipped his middle and ring finger inside you, gently curling his fingers upward as he did so. A guttural moan sounded from your lips, completely impossible to hold back. Your fingers tightened against the roots of his hair, a silent show of appreciation for his effort. The sound only seemed to drive him further as he placed his lips around your clit. As his fingers pumped into you, keeping the same momentum, he ever so slightly suctioned his cheeks.
With the curl of his fingers and the growing pressure on your clit, you were having a hard time keeping yourself quiet. Every movement seemed to coax another sound from you, in which he used for more motivation. He knew exactly how he was making you feel, and he was determined to continue doing so. He was encouraging you with his actions, and if he could, he’d be giving you all the praise in the world. To him, there was no better sound than the ones you were making for him. The knot forming in your belly was growing tighter by the second, both of you certain that your climax would come soon. In his true generous nature, he couldn’t find it within himself to deprive you of the feeling.
Within a few seconds of steady stimulation from both his hand and his mouth, you were coming undone below him. Profanities were slurred into the air, your grip on him tightened, and all of your muscles grew tense. Your chest heaved with shaky breaths you so badly wanted to take, but were struggling to find. The orgasm was intense, one that topped any other that came before. It was long, drawn out even further by his unwillingness to slow down. By the time the peak had passed, you had no time to recover before being thrown into another, more intense phase. He’d let up on the pressure on your clit, but his tongue had returned at a steady rhythm. His fingers were still pumping into you, hitting the sweet spot that he had found and refused to give up.
The normal post-orgasm overstimulation was quite unlike this one; it was unpleasant, mostly, and would usually cause a person to shy away from touch. The feeling that came over you while he continued was new, intense and searing through every nerve in your body, but not uncomfortable. The gentle nature of his movements were pleasurable in a whole new sense. He barely had to work for another climax. You thought that maybe it had to do with how badly your body had been craving him, how desperate you had been for his touch. It was the logical answer, but the more pressing idea was hard to overlook. The one that told you Jake was just that good. That whatever entity controlled him, or whatever entity he was, could make the most painful situations seem pleasant.
His ability to pleasure you without knowing anything about your body was unfathomable, like he’d been born solely for the purpose. Every touch was exhilarating, ever glance or expression was laced with deeper meaning, and every word was coated with a type of emotion you couldn’t fake. As much as you wanted to believe that he was possessed by the devil, you had to find a more logical explanation, but one that came to mind was much less of a comfort than the initial belief. As he guided you into another orgasm with the grace of an angel, your heart ached at the newest revelation your mind had presented.
Jake knew you so well, could pinpoint every lie and pick up on any hidden emotion, knew exactly how to please you, and knew exactly how to draw you in for one simple reason; he’d been watching you, the same way you had been watching Sam. He studied every minor detail that nobody else cared to look for, and instead of you noticing his distant admiration, you were caught up in loving his brother, who in turn was doing the same to you. The twisted nature of the situation had not begun the night before because of too much vodka and a game of beer pong. The situation had been begging to be resolved for a long time, the universe imploring someone to make a move, just to end the tireless circle of suffering. Jake was in love with you, and you were in love with Sam, and nobody picked up on the sorrow until you had all had enough.
You tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t true, that you hadn’t hurt Jake the same way his brother had been hurting you, but it was impossible to convince yourself otherwise. He even said it himself, before you found yourself in a mess of tangled limbs and unspoken truths. He liked you, and it hadn’t begun when you partnered up for a friendly match of pong. It had been blooming for a long time. The lesson you’d been dreading with Sam had manifested itself into one big lecture, now coming from every angle. And, as everyone knows, the karmic tendencies of the universe had never been forgiving. Instead of learning about what the world intended for you to know, you ignored it until it was too late. Your karma was exactly where you were in that moment; still in love with Sam, but undoubtedly falling for Jake, too. Whether that be in lust or love, you didn’t know. Instead of making the easy choice and facing up to the facts when they first arose, you now had a long road of difficult decisions ahead, and you didn’t want to let go of either feeling.
Before you could dwell any deeper about your profound regrets and emotions, a jolt of pleasure ran through you, stronger than the ones previous. Through the overstimulation, Jake had pried yet another orgasm from you at the most malicious time possible.
“F-fuck!” You expelled, head falling back deeper into the cushion. You were clenching around his hand, the burning in your stomach unwilling to settle. Your legs were shaking, hand keeping an iron grip on his hair while you cried out his name. He tapered his speed, slowing down so you could catch your breath for a moment.
“That’s it, angel.” His voice vibrated through you, making every bit of pleasure just a little more intense. “Such a good girl. Doing so good for me.” The words, the orgasm, the caring aura he was radiating were all more than enough to make a person fall in love, but emotions were the last thing you wanted to think about. After only a day, you were exhausted over stressing about the future and refusing to enjoy the present moment. So, without any fear of what was to come next, you leaned forward, pulling his head towards you at the same time, and brought him into a kiss. It was needy, sloppy, and not really well executed, but you didn’t care. You wanted access to every inch of him, finally submitting to the part of you begging to be consumed by him.
The devil doesn’t bargain; merely coerces you to see things his way, and he wanted you to believe that the worst decisions felt the best.
Jake broke the kiss, quickly moving to the spot beside you on the couch. You didn’t have time to process the change before he was scooping his arm under you and pulling you on top of him. You let your legs settle on either side of him, content with the new position. He guided your face back down to his, already yearning for another kiss. As your mouths were connected, he used one of his hands to lightly tap your ass, imploring you to sit up a little more. You obliged, feeling him reach under you to line himself up with your entrance. Instead of pulling you down onto him, he pulled back from the kiss.
“You okay?” He checked in, a bit breathless.
“Yeah,” you nodded, no promise ever holding as much truth as that one. He waited a moment, just to give you enough time to change your mind if you wanted to. When he was met with a staggering silence and a hopeful gleam in your eye, he used his hands to guide your hips down on his cock.
When he bottomed out inside you, you both let out a mutual sigh of relief. The feeling was long overdue, and you were growing impatient with the lack of movement almost instantly. He took one of his hands and cupped your cheek, his fingers tangling in the hair that was hanging over your face. He let his thumb dance over the soft skin, silently begging you to look at him. Your eyes drifted towards his face, but you almost wished they hadn’t. The expression he adorned was far more alluring than anything you had ever seen. It was so beautiful that you wished you could live in that moment for the rest of your life. It was excruciating.
Captivated in his face, you slowly began to rock your hips, giving both of you the pleasure you had been craving. The hand that remained on your hip tightened, fingers digging into your skin in the most delicious way. He moved his other hand to the back of your neck, pulling you towards him. You rested your forehead on his, basking in the intimacy. Although the softness was unexpected, you were thoroughly enjoying being so close to him. You steadied yourself with a palm on his shoulder, your other hand clasped around his arm that was holding you to him. “Does that feel good, angel?” He asked, voice low and full of lust. “This is what you wanted?”
“God, yes.” You groaned, the feeling of him inside you amplified even further by the sound of his voice. With every roll of your hips, he used extra force to bring you down onto him, just for an added effect of pleasure. The tip of his cock was hitting your cervix as you moved, making up for the slow pace by intensifying the sensation.
“I could fuck you all day,” he muttered, tightening his grip on you a bit more. “All of those pretty noises, those pretty faces… you’re driving me crazy, y/n.” He confessed, taking a sharp intake of breath as you sunk down on him again. “Feel so fucking good.” His hand snaked down to your back, pulling your body closer to him. You straightened yourself up, bracing your hand on the back of the couch for better support.
Your chest was now eye level with him, and in his true nature, he couldn’t pass up an opportunity. He ghosted a few kisses over your collarbones, gently sucking marks into the delicate skin, and even leaving a gentle bite when the moment permitted. He worked his way down to your breasts, pulling a hardened nipple into his mouth. The new sensation was overwhelming, making your eyelids flutter closed and your head to fall back in bliss. Being loved by Jake in any way was blissful, and how you were feeling was reflective of the thoughts that had already been swarming your head. Before you could succumb to any more ponderings, he gently bit down on the nipple he had been focusing on, causing you to let out a sharp gasp of shock. You could feel him smiling against you as you did so, forcing an eye-roll from you. He was still an asshole, but it was oddly charming. You couldn’t find it within yourself to be annoyed with him.
Instead, you upped your antics, rolling your hips faster and coming down on him harder. The new pace made it impossible to hold back any noises, the room filled with slurs of moans and the sound of skin on skin. You could tell he was enjoying it, too. The low groans that were muted by his mouth on you only drove you to work harder. Knowing you were pleasing him was orgasm-inducing. His fingertips were searing into your skin, his hold equivalent to that of someone who was taking life-saving measures. You were both worked up, your bodies begging you to succumb to the orgasms you so desperately wanted. Neither of you were willing to end such a fantastic moment so soon, one that had been bound to happen for a length of time. You wanted it to last forever, even if it was impossible. The thought of living in the cloud of bliss he was consuming you with was a comfort, almost as if nothing could ever go wrong as long as he never left.
“Baby,” he breathed, making an attempt to slow your hips but failing miserably. As much as he wanted to hold back, he was too far gone to slow down. “Gotta slow down, m’gonna cum.” He warned. The burning in the pit of your stomach reached a new level, his words only driving you to go faster. You knew it wouldn’t be long before you came undone, too. When you showed no sign of stopping, his head fell back into the couch cushion in a show of defeat. “Y/n.” He let out another warning, but it was too late. With a few more seconds of continuous movement, you had reached your peak. Your fingers grasped at him, holding yourself up as you cried his name. Your climax seemed to break the willpower he possessed. He brought both hands to your hips, muttering a few curses as he came, too.
“Fuck, Jake.” You moaned, trying to ride the high for as long as you could. As your hips came to a stop, you expected a whirlwind of comfort, for him to hold you close and enjoy the bare intimacy of the post-orgasm low. Instead, it was as if a new man were below you. In one swift motion, he shifted and roughly laid you down on the couch without ever withdrawing. As if it were instinct, you wrapped your legs around him, an invitation for whatever he was doing. When you caught sight of his eyes, you realized the soft Jake you’d seen previously had dissipated. The persona was replaced by a feral look, sex-crazed and angry with his loss of control.
“You don’t know how to fucking listen?” He growled, looking over your face for a hint of discomfort. Your features held shock, but no doubt that you wanted to continue. He used a free hand to arrange a throw pillow by your head, ensuring your comfortability despite his annoyance. “I told you, sweetheart, you don’t get to call the shots.” He reminded.
“M’sorry, sir.” You squeaked, slightly embarrassed that you’d pissed him off so badly, but when you looked deep enough into his eyes, you could tell his facade was just as such: an act. He wasn’t willing to walk away from you so soon, orgasm or not. You hadn’t really derailed any plans, because he’d already been certain he’d fuck you for as long as he possibly could.
“Are you?” He pried, supporting his weight on the cushion below you. The new position was delightful; he had never looked more ethereal than when he was on top of you. “Or are you just saying it because you want me to let you cum again?”
“I mean it.” You promised, completely entranced by his beauty. He was having a hard time keeping the tough exterior up, watching you look at him with so much admiration. Behind the act, he was looking at you just the same.
“Prove it, then. Be a good girl for me, okay?” He said. “Can you do that, angel?” You gave a nod, but realized your mistake before he could chastise you for it.
“Yes, I can, sir.” You promised.
“I know you can, baby.” He hummed. “You know your colours?” You watched him for a moment, waiting for him to speak again. “Green means you’re okay, yellow means slow down, red means stop.”
“Okay.” You agreed.
“If you can’t talk, tap me twice.” He said. Your eyebrows furrowed, questions blooming in your mind more by the second. Before you had a chance to ask any, he withdrew and slammed his hips back into you with a force that made your head spin. You let an involuntary yelp out, shocked at his suddenness, but he paid no mind to it. He was already focused on keeping his strength and his pace the same, not worried about anything else unless you were to tell him to stop.
A guttural groan sounded from you, the new angle he was hitting sending waves of pleasure through every nerve in your body. You were certain that there was nobody in the world who could make you feel that good, because you’d never experienced anything like it before. The noises you were making were filthy, absolutely sinful, and he was loving every second of it. Once you had grown used to his thrusts, he used his free hand to reach down between your bodies and find your clit again. He did so with ease, barely even struggling to keep his hand in place as he moved his hips. The added stimulation was enough to push you close to the edge again, and he barely had to work for it. Then again, he barely had to work for any of the orgasms so far. You thought, if there was such a thing as an expert at sex, he would take the crown.
You were already sensitive from the previous climaxes, making his job that much easier. He couldn’t help but let a cocky smirk grace his face, knowing he already had you where he wanted you to be. Your eyes were closed, the pleasure too much to keep them open and focused on anything. Your stomach was burning, head spinning, and lungs aching from the inability to catch your breath. “Not yet, baby.” He warned, knowing you were teetering on the edge.
“I-I can’t,” you stuttered, hoping he wouldn’t make you hold it back.
“You can.” He snapped, not letting up on either of his movements.
“Jake,” you whined, not wanting to disobey the order but knowing you might not be able to control it.
“Shut up.” He hissed, applying a bit more pressure to your clit with his thumb. You clenched your teeth, a violent growl sounding from your chest at your frustration. He couldn’t expect to keep up his pace and not let you cum; the two did not coincide with each other. His request was unreasonable, but you tried your best to comply. You bit down on the inside of your lip, a desperate attempt to distract yourself from the orgasm that was so desperate to be had. It worked for a moment, the pain taking away your focus from his antics. Next was breathing, you focused your breaths to be steady, internally coaxing yourself through the process.
After a few agonizing moments, you were a mess. All of the coping techniques were useless, and you were seconds away from cumming. “Jake, I can’t.” You said again, more serious this time. He knew you weren’t joking; the redness of your cheeks and the glisten of sweat on your forehead was a dead giveaway. When he didn’t respond, you gave up hope that you could push through.
“Cum for me, baby.” He demanded. The four words were the most beautiful ones you’d ever heard. In a mess of moans that resembled more like screams, you came undone once more. Your legs locked around him tighter than before, limiting his movements as you submitted to the pleasure. As you came down, he slowly removed his thumb from you, but didn’t slow his hips. The loss of contact made it easier to deal with the overstimulation from the sensitivity. “Does that feel better?” He crooned, but his tone did not match his movement. His soft voice was an oxymoron to the power behind his hips.
“Mhm,” you managed to give him a sound of agreement, but your brain was only focused on the feeling of him inside you. It felt fantastic, but was beginning to border on pain as continued at the relentless speed. Even so, it was a phenomenal experience, and you never wanted him to stop.
“Such a pretty little whore,” he managed out amidst a moan of his own, clearly getting himself off to the state you were in. Another groan tore through you, the only way you could express your delight at his filthy nickname. Words were unable to form in your brain, any complex thought completely disappeared and was only replaced with his name. His existence was suffocating, but you loved it. It was so wonderful that you almost felt the need to thank him, even if it was slowly killing you. “Give me one more, baby. You can do it.” He attempted to sound demanding, but he was pleading with you. You were surprised he had the stamina to continue so steadily, but you knew he was getting close to another orgasm, too.
“I don’t know,” you cried, genuinely believing you had no more to give him. He took the hand that had been anchored beside you, and slowly trailed his fingers up your body. He focused on your nipple for a moment, gently pinching it and rolling it between his fingers. The feeling caused your or arch your back off the couch, allowing him deeper access to you if it was even possible. He moved on from your breast, but not after palming it and gently squeezing it in his hand. He had been so focused on pleasing you that you couldn’t even chastise him for it; the simple joy he got from the action allowed you to look past the boyish nature.
“You can, sweet girl.” He encouraged. The change from the term sweetheart was new, but very charming. The adoration laced within the words was enough to ignite the fire in you again. His hand drifted upwards still, landing gently on your neck. The touch was welcomed, but he was cautious about your comfort. “Colour.”
“Green.” You assured him.
“Remember what I said?”
“Tap twice.” He gave a nod, happy with your answer. With that, his fingers began to close on your neck, slowly but surely cutting off the blood supply to your head.
“Come on, angel.” He gave the small statement of motivation, hoping it would help you get there. Part of it was because he was desperate to see you cum again, finding it more addictive than any substance. The other part was because he was close, and he refused to give in until he was certain he’d done everything he could to please you. Your head was spinning, not dangerously enough to cause concern, but enough to heighten the insatiable fire coursing through your veins. “I need it, baby. Just one more.” He begged, throwing the dominant tone out the window.
Your heart was pounding against your chest, vision slightly blurry and mind foggy. The only thing keeping you in the realm of reality was his dulcet voice and beautiful words. His face, although shining with sweat and hair sticking to the skin, was one of the most enchanting things you had ever seen. Even if you could, you wouldn’t be able to deny him of the wish. Even as fucked out as you were, there was this small part of your brain that was screaming at you to give him whatever he wanted. It was the devil, maybe, or it was just your heart giving in to the generosity he’d shown you in the last few hours. Whatever it was, you were determined to please him, and it wasn’t hard to do.
He tightened his hold a little more, the small action enough to send you spiralling over the edge again. You let in a choked breath, trying to fill your burning lungs with a hint of air as your legs shook and your eyes squeezed shut. “That’s it,” he groaned. “That’s my girl.” He held his grip until he reached his peak, too, and you both rode the high together. He gradually let go of the pressure he was holding on with, allowing the blood flow to resume and bring you back to earth. Once you had relaxed against him, your mind was able to produce thought again. Your chest slowed, finally suffice with the amount of air in your lungs. You opened your eyes, immediately met with the sight of his smiling face.
You couldn’t help but give one back, finding his joy incredibly infectious. He leaned down, placing a kiss on your lips. You reached up, pulling him closer to you. He slowly let himself down, resting on top of you. You were a mess of sweaty bodies and tangled limbs, but completely content with the position and comforted by the intimacy. He was still resting inside of you, not caring about the mess you’d both made. He just wanted to be close to you, and you did, too. He broke the kiss, instead letting his lips trail over any available body part. You quickly realized that out of every version of Jake you knew, aftercare Jake was your favourite. Every movement was laced with care and love, making sure that every crude action or word was known to be an act. Your body was exhausted, your mind was, too, but you were more than willing to stay awake all night just to be able to continue experiencing the affection.
“Glad I stayed?” He asked, smiling against the skin of your collarbone. You rolled your eyes, but let out a small laugh.
“I think you just need me to want you.” You joked, but he didn’t laugh.
“Yeah, I do.” He agreed, looking up at you through strands of messy hair. “Of course I do.” Your stomach sank, rattled by the blunt honesty. “It’s the best feeling in the whole world.”
No devils advocate for the sinful desire could overpower the guilty conscience that took over. Jake felt the same for you as you did for his brother, and it was gut wrenching to realize that no matter what destination the road was leading to, it would still be painful for someone. As certain as you were for your love for Sam, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were falling for Jake, fast and incomprehensibly hard. In attempt to ward the thoughts away, you pulled him into your chest again. You wrapped him in a hug filled with emotion, an apology hidden deep within the action. You held him there for long enough that it made the revelations disappear.
Wake up in the morning,
see your sunrise loves to go down
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aaron hotchner x bau female reader
I honestly didn’t like how I wrote my first oneshot, the one of y/n getting shot. I feel like I wrote it poorly so i’m going to try to write it again and just change up a few things
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Stay with me
We are in Ohio for a case.
We just found the location of the unsub, after 2 weeks. Well actually unsubs. plural. The unsub has a whole team of people working for him. We don’t know how many they have but there are 7 of us, Aaron, Emily, JJ, Spencer, Derek, David and me.
We all quickly put on our bullets proof vests before heading to the suv’s. I got into an suv with Hotch and Prentiss.
We all arrive at the abandoned building, it is huge. Due to the fact it’s so big we all have to split up.
As soon as we enter the building, gunshots come flying our way.
We all quickly duck down and begin firing back. They all begin running in opposite directions.
It’s exactly what they want, for us to split up.
I turn and run in the direction I just saw one of them run. He turns and shoots at me, barely missing me.
He runs out the doors and I quickly run out after him.
All of a sudden, I hear a gunshot, and I fall onto the pavement.
Was I just shot?!
I feel the blood start to pour out of me as I become cold. I cant move, no matter how hard I try.
I can feel myself being surrounded in a pool of my own blood.
I can’t tell if i’ve been laying here for 10 seconds or 20 minutes. My eyes are so heavy, but I know if I close them now there’s a chance I won’t open them again.
I hear someone say my name.
Next thing I know, Hotch is kneeling down next to me putting pressure onto my side.
It’s bad. I know it is.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
“you’re going to be okay y/n. It’s okay,” He says but I can hear the panic in his voice.
I just look at him.
I’ve never seen his face like that before, the pure panic. He always manages to keep a straight face, even when dealing with the most horrible criminals.
But I can see it in his eyes that he is scared.
Tears continue to roll down my cheeks and he wipes them away with one hand while his other hand is on my side.
“it’s okay you’re okay,” he reassures me.
My eyelids become even heavier and begin closing.
“keep them open”
I open them again. I think Hotch has tears in his eyes.
“H- Hotch,” I say but he’s screaming for someone to get a medic.
I begin to choke on my blood and he quickly turns me on my side.
“Aaron,” I try to say but it comes out as a whisper.
“it’s okay I got you y/n. you are going to be okay”
I can tell he doesn’t even believe the words coming out of his mouth.
I can feel my body shaking. I can’t control it and i’m so cold.
“i- im cold.”
“i know, it’s cold out here but it’s okay you’re gonna be okay,” he says but I can sense the worry in his voice.
I can feel his shaky hands and he so desperately try’s to stop the bleeding coming out of me.
I wasn’t cold before. He knows it’s not a good sign.
My life begins to flash before my eyes.
I remember everything.
I remember how happy I was when I got accepted into the fbi.
I remember when I first started at the bau 7 years ago and how much I have grown to love everyone on the team.
I quickly snap back to reality as Hotch applies more pressure.
I can definitely see the tears in his eyes now.
I’m not ready to die. I can’t die.
“aaron”
He looks at me and I see a tear fall from his eye. I never used him first name, unless something was wrong.
“i- im not ready to die. please don’t let me die,” I practically beg him.
“you are not going to die. I got you. You will be okay y/n,” He says, I can hear his voice crack.
“please just stay with me,” He says desperately.
“i’m scared,” I manage to get out. I’m terrified and I know he is too.
“I know. It’s okay I got you and i’m not going anywhere I promise. you’re gonna be okay,” He says fearfully.
There’s only so much he can do for me. He’s not a paramedic, he’s an fbi agent, a very talented one but he only knows so much when it comes to gun shot wounds.
My eyes become even heavier and my breathing is extremely shallow.
“you need to stay with me okay? you are one of the strongest people I have ever met. Keep your eyes open.”
He’s trying to be strong for me. But I can tell he’s just as scared as me.
I need to tell him. just in case I don’t make it. He needs to know.
“if- if i don’t make it-”
He cuts me off as tears stream down both his and my face. “you are going to be okay”
“aaron please”
He just looks at me
“I- I love you,” I say.
I hear him let out a sob. “I love you too y/n I always have. Keep those eyes open. Please.”
He’s covered in blood. my blood. It’s so much blood.
I knew the risk when joining the bau. the risk that I could die. But I never thought it would actually happen to me.
The pain begins to go away and I start to feel numb.
“i- im n- not in p- pain,” I say choking on my blood.
I didn’t think any more look of panic could appear on his face but it did as soon as I said that.
I should be in pain. I know i’m slowly dying and he knows that too.
“The ambulance should be here any minute. Just keep those eyes open alittle longer,” He says as tears trickled down his cheeks.
I try my best. But I don’t think I can.
“i- im sorry,” I say as my breathing becomes even shallower and my eyes close.
The last thing I remember is Aaron begging for me to open my eyes and stay with him.
———
I don’t take my eyes off of her. I keep pressure on her side.
Her lips and fingers are turning blue.
Tears continue to slip from eyes. where the fuck is the ambulance?
I hear sirens in the background but i’m too focused on y/n to comprehend anything. I can’t lose her. I just can’t.
“aaron the ambulance is here,” derek says as they rush over.
They quickly take her from me and put her on the gurney.
“if we don’t leave now she won’t have a chance. i’m sorry but unfortunately no one can ride with us. There is too much work that needs done.” and then they leave.
“how the hell did this happen?” I cry out.
“I don’t know but I shot the son of a bitch that did this to her,” derek says and I can hear the anger and fear in his voice.
I look down at where she was. There’s so much blood. too much blood. I’m covered in blood. the grounds covered in blood. y/n was covered in blood.
“we need to go to the hospital now,” I say.
“You’re not driving aaron, I am.”
“no i am driving”
“you are not in the right mindset to drive, give me the keys so we can go,” derek tells me.
I give them to him.
We all gather into the multiple suv’s and make our way to the hospital. She has to be okay. I need her.
———
“how is she,” I immediately ask as I see the doctor. The rest of the team stands aswell.
“She lost a lot of blood. It was touch and go for awhile. Her body is too unstable so we had to put her into a medically induced coma, it will give her body time to heal. She will be in a lot of pain after due to the bullet, it did alot of damage, more than we originally thought. She will be okay and you guys can visit her if you’d like. She should wake up within the next day or two,” the doctor states.
Relief rushed over me. She’s going to be okay. Thank god. I feel tears fall from my eyes and I don’t even bother to hide them.
The doctor shows us to y/n’s room. She looks so peaceful. I feel terrible. She didn’t deserve this.
———
It takes a lot for me to open my eyes but I do it. so many bright lights. Is there a tube in my throat? oh my god i can’t breath. I need to get this out. I begin to thrash and grab the tube when 2 large hands pull my hands away.
“no no no don’t take it okay the doctors coming y/n it’s okay you’re okay”
I calm down at the sight of Aaron.
A doctor rushes in to take the tube out of my throat.
“y/n, glad to see you’re awake, i’m Doctor Stone”
“are you in any pain,” he asks.
I nod.
He puts something in my iv, asks me a few more questions before leaving. I could barely answer him. I’m so exhausted.
Aaron has been here the whole time but the team gathers in here as soon as the doctor walks about.
It’s dark outside, I didn’t realize it was 3am. The team stays for about 30 minutes before saying their goodbyes.
Aaron is still here.
“are you staying,” you ask him softly.
“I was planning on it, are you okay with that,”
“yes”
This is the first time you’ve gotten to be alone with him since you woke up.
“how are you feeling,” he asks softly as his hand lays on top of your.
“terrible,” you tell him honestly.
He frowns.
“do you need anything?”
you hesitate to answer.
“it’s okay,” he tells you.
“i- im scared aaron. can you just hug me please?” you plead as tears fall from your eyes.
He doesn’t hesitate to move closer to you and engulf you in a gentle hug. “it’s okay you’re safe now,” he whispers to you.
“you should get some rest,” he says as he pulls away.
“i’m not tired”
“you do realize i’m a profiler, you can’t fool me,” he says and I smile.
“you look like you haven’t slept aaron”
“if you get some rest, so will I”
“deal,” you say.
he shuts the light out and leaves on the little lamp next to your bed and makes his way to the couch.
I try to fall asleep but I can’t. I’m in pain and i’m just scared.
fuck.
“why aren’t you sleeping,” you hear aaron say.
“why aren’t you,” I reply.
“y/n,” he says as he gets up and sits in the chair right next to me.
“i just- my mind keeps racing. what if I died? What if you never found me? what if you found me dead? I don’t want to put you and Jack through that,” I say as my voice cracks.
He takes my hand into his.
“listen to me, you are okay. You don’t have to worry about what might have happened because I found you. You are okay y/n/n. Nothing is going to happen.”
I just smile at him.
“now come on, try and get some rest. i’ll stay right here until you fall asleep.”
“you don’t have to do that aar”
“i want too,” he says as he strokes my hand.
My eyes become heavy and I quickly fall asleep knowing he is there.
———
It’s been 10 days and i’m finally being discharged. Aaron and I were still in Ohio and the rest of the team left to go home yesterday.
“are you ready to go?”
“yes,” I tell aaron.
He helps walk me outside. I can walk, it’s just very painful to do so.
“you stay here, i’m gonna get the car,” he says as he smiles at me.
———
We’ve been driving for about 2 hours.
“how much longer?”
“we still have about 5 hours”
I sigh, “i’m sorry you have to drive all the way back just because I got hurt”
“dont even worry about it y/n. I don’t mind, really. I enjoy spending time with you. I’ve been thinking, the doctor doesn’t want you to be alone. Do you want to stay with Jack and I?”
“I’d love too but I don’t want to intrude,” I say softly.
“you could never intrude y/n and I know Jack would love to see you.”
I smile. I love Jack. “thank you aaron.”
I lean against the window and close my eyes, letting sleep take over.
———
The next time I wake up, I feel Aarons suit jacket on me. It smells just like him.
“We are about 20 minutes away from my place, do you wanna stop at your place for anything first,” he softly asked.
“no i have everything in my bag.”
It was currently 3am and we just arrived at Aaron’s house. As I get out of the car, I lean over in pain.
Aaron rushes over and puts his hand on my back.
“are you okay? what hurts?” he asked urgently.
I just nod my head.
he grabs both of our bags and helps me into the house and guides me to the bedroom.
“you can sleep in here y/n, i’ll stay on the couch”
“no no no please I don’t want to take your bed.”
“y/n it’s okay I don’t mind.”
“I- I don’t really want to sleep alone,” I whisper feeling ashamed.
He sits next to me on the bed and grabs my hand.
“okay that’s okay, i’ll stay in here with you, okay?”
I nod as a tear falls from my eye.
He gently wipes it away.
“let’s go to sleep,” he softly says. He helps me get under the covers. It’s very painful.
I wince in pain.
“I know i’m sorry,” he says sympathetically.
He goes over and shuts off the light and gets under the covers with me.
“Can I move closer to you,” I ask quietly.
I don’t think he wants me to move because he moved closer to me.
I lay my head on his chest and he strokes my hair.
“I like you Aaron, a lot,” I admit.
“and I like you even more,” he says as he kisses my forehead.
“go to sleep y/n” he whispers in my ear
———
I wake up to noise coming from the kitchen. I realize Aarons not in bed anymore. I try to get up, but immediately wince in pain.
Aaron walks into the room and rushes over to me, “hey hey hey what are you doing?”
He helps me up and guides me into the living room, letting me sit on the coach. “Y/N,” I hear. Jack. He runs over to me and gives me a hug. “Hi buddy,” I say as I giggle.
“I hope you feel better,” he says softly.
“thank you jack.”
“why don’t you go get it for her Jack,” aaron says to Jack.
i’m confused. What is he talking about?
Jack comes running back with breakfast for me.
“Daddy and I made you breakfast,” he says excitedly.
“Thank you both so much I appreciate it,” I tell them with a smile on my face.
Aaron sits down next to me while Jack walks to the bathroom.
“you guys didn’t have to do all this for me,” I tell him.
“yes we did. You’re hurt and you need to fuel your body to get better.”
“Thank you Aaron,” I say and lean my head on his shoulder.
He kisses my forehead.
“I will always be here for you y/n and so will Jack. You two are the most important to me.”
I smile as he says that.
“Once you get better, i’m gonna take you out on a date, how would you feel about that,” he asks with a smile.
“I would love that,” I say with a big smile on my face.
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howdy there Neighbour!!
Can I request the Welcome home ppl reacting to a half cybertronian(transformers) half human reader?
Like!! The reader comes through into the welcome home by accident due to their travelling device not functioning properly! I'd love to see their reactions!!@ but Frank also questioning what even is the reader species might be funni
Hello neighbor!! <3
Thank you for requesting! I’ll try my best. Also you’ll be so cool to them!
Also look at me go! Posting twice😭
It was a sunny afternoon with the welcome home neighborhood and they were having their weekly picnic just up the hill.
Everyone was playing and having fun when the sky got darker and the clouds got grayer, swirling around in the middle.
“What’s happening?” Julie asks in fear as she covers herself from the strong winds, clinging to Barnaby.
As they all hold onto each other they see what looks like a ball of light shoot from the center of the black hole and fall down a little deeper in the woods. This caught most of the crew’s attention and out of all Eddie was the first to take action and run over to where it landed.
“Eddie?!”
“Wait for us!”
“Hurry, guys!”
And off they went to see that fell from the sky! Was it aliens? Monsters?! No, it was you getting off your little pod.
You are gears and metal wires but you’re human shape? And your face is human enough. What could you be? And what are you doing here?
You groan and shake your head, lifting your robotic arm and clicking a button to show a hologram of a map. “No signal? That’s not possible.” You mumbled.
The soft neighborhood glance at each other before Barnaby stepped on a branch causing it to snap loudly. “Barnaby! You’re gonna scare them off!”
“Im sorry it was an accident!”
“Julie I think you’ll scare them away with that yelling.” Wally cuts in while holding two bush branches on either side of his head to keep him hidden. Very poorly but it’s the thought the counts.
“That’s mean, Wally! I’m telling Home!”
“Tell them. All I have to do is sing to them-“
“Uh, guys, this is not the time-“
“Hello?” Frank was Interrupted by your smooth voice and turns to see you’re now in front of them with a small, amusing smile.
Up close you do look human but looking at your arms and fingers they can tell it’s robotic. With ball joints and moving gears when you lift your hand to wave at them. “Hi..”
Julie, Barnaby and Sally were the first ones to inspect you from head to toe, vocalizing their interest of your unique appearance. As well as looking at your little home pod. “Oh! Careful, I don’t want you to get hurt!” You’ll say as you see them climbing on the pod then giggling when poppy scolds them and makes them get off.
Howdy is amazed when you transformed and added a new arm to help you take the pod off the ground. He’s not the only one with more then two arms! He doesn’t feel as lonely.
Eddie and Frank are both curious and fearful. It’s cool that you can do all this stuff and seeing their friends gush over you is adorable they just don’t knew what you are exactly. Are you human? Robot? Both? That now want to take as much information of you and your kind; speaking of, are there more of you? Do you have family?
Poppy is afraid the trio will break you! You look so durable yet so fragile? Like you’ll break easily. She thinks your nice since you’re keeping the trio occupied with a video of dancing fruits on a hologram screen.
Wally is just a curious and cautious kitty. His eyes are wide with wonder right now. Especially seeing the dancing fruits. He saw and apple and lost it.
Turns out you were on your way home but the portal was built incorrectly and sent you here. So all you have to do is take it down and built it again. But that would take months and you’ll need to charge up before putting your motherboard through that.
For the meantime,
Welcome home.
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she'll get me high (but at a cost)
my very late submission for the Common Fanfiction Trope Event created by the amazing @drop-of-void
CW!!! mentions of abuse, use of the word 'slut/whore', mentions of drugs, implied death, mentions of a gun, you/your pronouns, no use of y/n
wilbur x abused!reader - 877 words
notes: ive been very ill but i didnt want to miss out on the event so as per my usual way of turning assignments in, im doing this on the last day :) poorly written and not proofread, but enjoy
more notes: the character abusing the reader is not given a name and is referred to as he or him and is separate from wilbur.
“Fucking hell- You stupid whore you can’t do anything right c- can you?” he hiccups, slurring all of his words and screaming at you. “I tell you to go buy the drugs you fucking buy them!”
“You- you didn’t give me any money…” you whisper. He only looks at you for a moment before shoving past you and rummaging through the entire house. He comes back a while later on the phone with someone.
“... want as much as I can get for ‘em. No no, I promise, they’re quite the pretty thing. Five hundred? Oh come on. Fine, three hundred. Yeah yeah, we’ll be there soon. No, I won't damage a single hair on its head. ‘Their’, whatever.”
He hangs up and grabs your arm harshly, “Come on slut, we’re going for a ride.” He drags you to his beat up, shitty excuse for a car and restrains you, putting a blindfold around your eyes tightly. He throws you into the backseat and you can hear him start the car. He drives for a long while, swerving quite a lot. You would’ve slept if you weren’t scared shitless. At first all you hear is regular traffic and people bustling in the streets, which slowly turns silent. The sound of cars passing becomes less and less frequent, concrete roads turning into dirt as he leaves the city behind and drives faster. The faint light you can see through your blind fold is gone now and hours have passed.
When the car slows to a stop, he grumbles and gets out, leaving you there. You hear muffled talking and then yelling and then-
A loud gunshot sounds from outside.
You flinch when the car door to your left opens and you scream and kick when the mystery person drags you out.
“Hey hey- Stop- OW- Fucking stop kicking me- Darling I’m trying to help you-”
You stop. The voice belongs to a man, but not the one who brought you here. It’s sultry and… British?
The blindfold is lifted and your eyes are blessed with the sight of the most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life. He’s on his knees to be at your level, in a white button down and black slacks. His sleeves are rolled up and the top three buttons of his shirt are undone. Holy fuck.
He chuckles, (music to your ears), and smiles at you. “Hello there, love. Might wanna close your mouth before you catch some flies, yeah?” He says, pushing your jaw closed with two fingers. Your face turns red and you look away from him, finally taking in your surroundings. The two of you are alone in a large clearing surrounded by tall grass and towering trees, the sky is almost pitch black and car lights illuminate his silhouette. He looks like heaven. You look at him again and speak in a broken tone, “Who are you?”
“The name’s Wilbur,” he replies, too casually, as if your meeting is the most normal thing in the world.
“Wilbur what.. What the fuck is happening?”
“Shh, come on pet, let's get you somewhere safe,” He coos, gently picking you up and placing you into his vehicle, climbing in with you to set you on his lap, “It’ll be alright love.” He speaks with two men outside for a moment, something about taking care of someone, before closing the door. Wilbur holds you calmly, softly speaking words you can’t understand and petting your head.
“Sleep, pet.” He commands, so sweet and addictive you’re sure he’ll rot your teeth.
Exhaustion from the adrenaline leaves you unconscious within minutes.
When you wake up, Wilbur is carrying you in his arms. He walks into a bedroom, shutting and locking the door and placing you onto soft, silk sheets darker than the night sky. “There we go, sweet thing,” he whispers, almost as if he’s talking to himself. He tentatively lifts the hem of your shirt, “Darling? Can I get you into some clean clothes?” The raggedy shirt that hung loosely of your frame was worn and smelled of cigarettes, weed, and sweat. You nodded and let him pull you apart, piece by piece until none of your body was covered.
It took everything in him not to worship and praise your body then and there, physically having to pull himself away to get some of his own clothes for you. When you slipped his large t-shirt over your head, it only made you more irresistible.
Wilbur showed you around, gave you his guest room, "If you disagree with the colours or the furniture just let me know and I'll have them changed to whatever you like, flower."
He was kind, loving and attentive. He kept your favourite foods stocked in his pantry and offered to take you shopping for clothes, but you wore his anyway, finding comfort in his scent surrounding you.
His.
It was his arms you woke up in the next morning. His clothes you wore as you padded down the stairs, barefoot and confused. His table you sleepily ate breakfast at. You didn't ask any questions. You trusted him blindly, willingly.
Because this had to be better than every other morning you spent searching pointlessly for food in that shitty basement.
Right...?
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~ Chapter 6. 02 ~
I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.
I lean my head against the wall letting out a sigh. I need to be alone, after what Ji-su told me earlier today.
I hadn't seen Miss Im yesterday evening. The kids and Mister Han were okay and here, but she wasn't. I wanted to ask Ji-su or Jae-heon about it, but they were both already asleep when I came back from guarding the door.
In fact, everyone was already asleep except Eun-hyuk, Jae-hwan who had to go take over guard duty from me, and Sang-Wook.
I think.
I hadn't seen them sleeping with the others, but he didn't seem the type to sleep among them. My best guess is that he's somewhere on the first floor sleeping.
I didn't want to sleep now. I was tired of everything that had happened, but I was scared I would have a nightmare again.
So I just sat in the hallway all night. I finally found Ji-su the next morning. Her face changed when I mentioned Miss Im and asked where she was.
She was hesitant to tell me, but eventually, she did. She had turned. When we went downstairs she had turned in the bathroom. Ji-su told me that she didn't hurt anyone and that she was actually harmless to others.
I could feel myself choking up while my eyes began to burn from the tears that wanted to come out. I wanted to know more.
I wanted to know what happened and if she wasn't in pain, but looking at Ji-su I could tell that she didn't know much as well.
The only ones I could ask were Mister Han, Hyun-su, or the kids. I didn't want to ask the kids. I don't even think they let them see her.
Mister Han was busy making sure every entrance was secure and safe, so I didn't have to change to ask him. The only one who was left was Hyun-su, but he had left this morning to go upstairs.
Just like me, it seemed like he didn't sleep well or at all. I wanted to yell at Eun-hyuk to give him a break, but that would change nothing, so I just gave him a death glare when he looked at me.
I began to even get more angry when I found out that the residents gave him more work. They had given him a list of things that he had to bring with him when he came downstairs.
So not only is he risking his life for supplies so that we could survive, but now he's also risking his life for stupid shit.
After watching the door close behind Hyun-su I needed a break from everyone or it wouldn't end well for any of us.
“So this is the place you have been hiding.”
I looked up and saw Eun-yu standing in the closet doorway.
I shrug my shoulders before speaking up.
“It’s better for everyone if I sleep here. I don’t want to annoy anyone by waking them up if I have a nightmare.”
I asked Eun-hyuk if I could stay here at night. Like I explained to Eun-yu I told him that I don’t want to scream everyone awake. I know that they didn’t know about my nightmares, but I rather tell them than if they have to find out when I actually scream at night.
“I got scolded at when I wanted to sleep somewhere else,” Eun-yu said with a sigh before sitting down next to me.
It’s not like I’m having a room for myself. This was just a little walk-in closet that had some stuff in it. It had enough space for me to lay in, but that’s it.
"Why do you have that 'I'm angry.' look on your face?"
I look at Eun-yu with from brows.
"What are you talking about?"
She sat down beside me before answering.
"You always had that look on your face when someone makes you angry and you want to kill them." I rolled my eyes letting out a sigh.
"Because I am angry and want to kill people."
She nodded her head looking away from me.
"Is one of those people my brother?"
I looked at her with an 'are you kidding me look.'
"Don't look at me like that. You have my blessing to kill him though. Besides I understand why you would want to."
I pressed my lips together debating if she was serious or not about killing him, but I don't think she really wanted that.
"Yes," I answer looking back outside.
I felt her move beside me before answering.
"What?" She asked confused.
"Yes, your brother is one of them."
I could hear her click her tongue, but it was silent after that. Which was odd for Lee Eun-yu. I looked at her to see what she was doing, but she was just looking in front of her. I could see on her face that she was in deep thought.
I wanted to open my mouth to ask her what was bothering her when she beat me to it.
"So, are we gonna talk about those pictures?"
I turn to her surprised that she brought up those pictures. Only Sang-Wook and Eun-hyuk had seen them.
"How do you know about those?" I whisper.
"I found them in the office. I wanted to ask my brother about them thinking that they were his, but seeing that they were taking like the person was hiding while taking them I don't think my brother took them." She explains looking intensely at me and making me look away.
She is right about the hiding part.
"Besides my brother is maybe weird, but not this weird."
A little laugh escaped my lips before I shook my head looking at her.
"It wasn't him." I pause for a second letting out a sigh.
"It was Yoon-jae. He took them."
"That creep from 802?! I know that he was a pervert. That explains why that gangster killed him. I knew he had a good reason." She spoke looking away from me to think.
"That was not the only reason he killed him. There were pictures of little girls." A grimacing expression appeared on her face when those words left my mouth.
"Some were just normal pictures but others were them beaten up, tortured, and dead. He killed those innocent kids. I don't know how Sang-wook knew, but he did."
I wanted to talk with Sang-wook about it and thank him for what he did, but I hadn't seen him. Also, I don't know if he even wants to talk about it or me. He doesn't seem the person to talk much
"I took this from the security room. I didn't know if you would have wanted this or not. I had thought that maybe you would have wanted to destroy them yourself." Eun-yu took the pictures out, handing them to me after that she stood leaving me alone to think.
It felt wrong to hold them and I wanted to rip them apart or burn them the moment I had a chance.
Nevertheless, looking at them now I don't want to destroy them all.
The pictures of me with other people I actually wanted to keep. In times like this everyone can die in just a snap of a finger, so why would I throw something away that would remind me of them?
Besides the pictures of Eun-yu and the kids, there were also pictures of me with Miss An at the store. She was smiling at me while I gave her one of her favorite foods I had gotten from my job.
She didn't always have the chance to eat it because of her husband, so when she mentioned it one time I knew I had to get her some from my job.
In another picture, it was Ji-Su and I coming back from work with our guitar and bass cases on our backs and some takeout in our hands.
Even though it was late and we were exhausted we were still smiling.
Another picture showed me and Eun-hyuk talking while waiting on the elevator. Then there was a picture of me standing in front of Mister Han at his doorway. I must have probably helped him by bringing some stuff to his apartment.
All those pictures actually made me smile. The time I had lived here was the best time of my life. It doesn't seem much or just ordinary to everybody else, but for me, it was peaceful and I was genuinely happy for the first time in my life.
It's just sad that it didn't last long.
My smile disappeared when I took the next pictures. It was a picture of Miss Im. She had just come back from a walk with her so-called baby when I came back from the store.
We began to talk while we walked to the elevator. My finger moved over her face and I could feel a tear running down my cheek.
I didn't have much time to grieve when the sound of a whistle came from somewhere on the floor. After putting the photos in the pocket of my dress I jump up taking my axe from beside me.
Eun-hyuk had told me I needed to carry it around with me just in case something happened. When I came around the corner I saw Eun-hyuk running out of the security office with a bat and the others were standing all together on the other side.
I moved forward trying to get a glimpse of whatever the monster was. Slowly, a long-haired look figure came from around the corner. It was moaning and groaning, but it didn't seem like a threat to me.
Sang-Wook was about to take a step forward when Miss An stopped him.
"It's my husband. I have to do this." She walked toward him with the steel pipe tightly in her hands.
"Pull yourself together, Kim Seok-Hyeon." It was the first time I heard that tone in her voice.
She wasn't afraid of him like she was before.
"Kim Seok-Hyeon"
Her voice was louder than before when he came closer and closer.
"Pull yourself together!" She now yelled before swinging the steel pip at him.
For a second I thought that it didn't affect him, even when that horrible sound went through me when the pip made contact with his head.
It did stop him from moving.
"You're back." Her voice sounded cold and without any regret from hitting him.
"Do you have any last words?" I could hear him breathing hard, but after a while, a voice came through the mop of hair.
"Please kill me. And."
It took him a second to say it and the word that came out of his mouth was a surprise and one I had never heard him say before.
"I'm sorry."
Miss An. Let out a cry before swinging the pip down at him. This time it did hurt him. A shiver ran down my spine when I could hear it go through his head.
Even when he fell down on the floor Miss An didn't stop. I had seen and heard a lot of horrid things these past couple of days, but for some reason, a chill ran up my spine when I heard her hitting him.
At some point, I had closed my eyes turning my head to the side. She's killing her husband. Yes, he was a horrible person who deserved to die like this, but still, it made me think.
If I could end up like this in the future. Just because I have some control of it now doesn't mean I will forever.
Just yesterday I attacked Eun-hyuk without actually trying or realizing it. Could the people here easily kill me as Miss An could kill him?
Would it be one of the residents of don't really care about me? Or Eun-hyuk, he is serious about protecting everyone, so would it be easy for him to kill me?
If they really had to would Ji-su or Jae-heon do it?
Mister Han?
The kids?
Or Hyun-su....
Would he kill me if they asked him?
Or.... Could I kill him if he turned and hurt someone?
'I can guarantee they will kill you the first moment they have a chance." My hands turned into fists when I heard the voice again in my head.
Shut up.
'Just wait and see. They are just the same as the people in the orphanage. Only thinking about their own wishes and desires without caring who gets hurt in the process.'
I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt someone brushing past me making me open my eyes.
To my surprise, Hyun-su had returned.
He was looking down at the scene just as intently as I was.
Is he thinking the same things as me?
My eyes followed his figure while he wobbled back to the room. To be locked up and alone.
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Hiii!! I really love ur writing, i was wondering if you could write some tom fluff? Only if you want!! <3
Heyyyy! Of course, no problem❤️❤️❤️❤️. Feel free to request for anyone. (I tried my best on this, took a little brainstorming)
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Tom Kaulitz x Reader
context: tour is stressful and you just need each others love and comfort.
warning: some angst
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You guys were exhausted. The tour was taking a toll on you two and it was really affecting you. Snapping at each other, arguing, falling asleep with your backs facing each other.
None of it was right. Especially after this argument you just felt torn, laying on the hotel bed while Tom sat out on the balcony. Tears stained your flushed cheek, shivering with the pain in your heart.
You faced away from the sliding door and heard the quiet screeching of the door sliding in its frame, cold air from the dark night grazing your skin.
Toms body dipped in the mattress, hesitating as he moved closer to your body. His arms warped around you and his head rested on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” He sighed and kissed the side of your head. Shocking to you, you both haven’t apologized once on this trip, so why now. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.” He pleaded with you, squeezing your still body, appreciating the warmth provided by his body.
“I don’t want to fight anymore.” You tried your best to keep your voice from breaking. Tom’s body stiffened. He lifted his head and combed hair out of your face.
“Can you look at me? Please.” A deep frown evident in his voice. You turned to him, avoiding his eyes. His hand caresses your arm and snaked up to your face, cupping your warm cheeks, tears adorned across them. You look up, meeting his desperate gaze.
“Im sorry.” Your voice was soft and raw. Tom shook his head and pulled you into a delicate kiss, scared he’d break you if he wasn’t gentle enough.
“Don’t be sorry.” His voice buzzed against your raw lips. He rested his forehead to yours before pulling you into a deep, tight hug. “I love you so much. I was never mad at you either, baby. I was just stressed and I handled it poorly. So, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.” His words spread warmth through you and you could help but blush into his neck.
“I love you more. And i forgive you.” You pull away to look at his face, kissing his tender lips affectionately.
He smiled into the loving kiss and hugged your frame tight, not wanting to let go. You’re head fell into his chest and he played with your hair, causing you guys to contentedly fall asleep in each others arms.
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i got so inspired by @im-a-marion3tt3's fic "i am cruel only to be kind" that i had to write my own take on what could have happened !!! (if you're planning on reading my fic, make sure you go and read hers first so it all makes sense !!)
major tw for attempted suicide and a suicide note. please do not read this if you are not in the right headspace to do so <3
1.2k words, dewdrop angst, rain loving dewdrop so so much.
“Dewdrop? Dewy?” Rain sobbed as he shook the limp body of his mate, begging him to wake up. “Come on, you’re okay… Come on, come on!” When no response came from the fire ghoul beneath him, Rain started screaming. “Help! Help, it’s Dew! He– He– Fuck!”
“Rain? What’s going on–” Mountain rushed into the room at Rain’s screams, words catching in his throat as he took in the sight before him. “Shit!” In an instant he was at Dew’s side—Phantom too, although Rain truly had no idea how the quintessence ghoul had arrived; trailing behind Mountain possibly—and kneeling down next to the fire ghoul’s unconscious body, cradling his head in his hands. The three of them had tears running down their cheeks as Phantom did their best to work their tendrils of quintessence through Dewdrop’s body, keeping him alive and breathing until someone could come along and sweep him along to the infirmary for further observation.
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That had been a few hours ago. Now, Rain’s back in Dewdrop’s room, collecting clothes and anything else he might need while he’s staying in the infirmary. He’s got Dew’s favourite duffle bag laid out on the bed, throwing the basic essentials into it, too out of it to really pay attention to exactly which shirts he’s throwing in; he thinks at least one of them is actually his. It’s as he’s turning back around to the cupboard after throwing a handful of socks into the bag that he notices something out of the corner of his eye. He’s not sure how he’d missed it before, but the contents of Dew’s bedside table litters the floor around it, replaced by a piece of paper folded in half. It’s not addressed to anyone, but it’s obvious what it is. It’s a letter. Dewdrop’s final goodbye to the world, written under the assumption that his attempt at hanging himself would work.
It’s his suicide note.
With shaking hands, Rain reaches out and picks it up from where it’s resting on the bedside table. Unfolding it, before he can even take in any of the words written on the paper, he notices teardrops crinkling the surface of it. His own eyes well up in sympathy at the idea of Dew sitting here in his bed, sobbing quietly to himself as he writes out his final farewell. Rain takes a deep breath, sits himself down on Dew’s bed in preparation of what’s about to come, and begins to read.
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hi.
i’m sorry.
i don’t know what else to say. feels stupid to write a note you probably won’t read. and even worse that this is supposed to be poetic or meaningful, not a handful of poorly thrown together words written long before i actually worked up the courage to do this.
i used to fear death. i think i still do. i’m terrified, to tell the truth. i don’t think i’ll ever be brave enough to go through with my plans… but then i have thoughts like that which prove my worthlessness, and i think, maybe one day i will be. brave enough, that is.
i’m going to miss you all. not that i’ll be able to miss you. i don’t think i get another chance of life in the pits. or at least, i hope i don’t. but maybe my soul will still wander the asphodel meadows forever, crying out your names. i don’t know. i’ve never really believed in an afterlife. or god, satan, whatever. ironic, i know. the part of me that’s still scared wants there to be one. a second chance. another go. maybe in a body or brain less fucked by my own shitty decisions. the other part of me wants to slowly rot in a coffin for the rest of time. it’s what i deserve, after all.
i had a point. my point is i love you all. at least, i think that’s what i’m trying to say. i’ve never been good at expressing affection. but you all know that. i’ve never been much good at anything, really.
i shouldn’t be piling this onto you. i’m sorry. this is supposed to be my goodbye, not my pathetic life story. maybe i’ll meet you all again someday. i hope for your sakes we don’t, but for my sake we do. is that selfish? i think so. then again, it doesn’t really matter, does it? we’re never going to meet again. not if this works.
i hope it works.
it’s hard to convey my love and adoration and appreciation for all of you in any letter or note. especially since i’m not… well, i’m not exactly known for my emotional capabilities. but please know that i love you, and i’m glad we all met. thank you for the ghost project. thank you for everything.
dew.
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By the time Rain’s finished reading and rereading the note several times over, dozens of fresh teardrops litter the paper’s surface. He… He doesn’t know what to think. Doesn’t know what to do. He hugs the piece of paper close to his chest, no doubt smearing the tear-damp ink all over his shirt. He doesn’t care. For all he knows, this could be the last piece of Dewdrop he ever gets to hold. The infirmary staff say he’s going to make it, and while Rain believes them and is holding onto that belief for dear life, he refuses to get his hopes up. He knows he won’t be able to bear it if Dew’s taken away from him just as he starts believing that the fire ghoul will pull through. Genuinely doesn’t know if he’ll survive without Dewdrop living and breathing beside him.
His heart is breaking open under the weight of Dewdrop’s letter resting on his chest. He needs to go see Dew, find his room in the infirmary and sit with him until he knows the fire ghoul will wake up. Right now though, no matter how much he longs to move, to get up and find his mate, he can’t. The weight in his chest is too much for him to bear and he’s exhausted. He reaches down to the floor for one of the books Dew kept on his bedside table before he shoved them all off. He opens it to a random page and places the note delicately inside the pages, keeping it safe and uncrinkled. The passage underneath the note reads: “Now cracks a noble heart. Goodnight, sweet prince; and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.” Rain can’t help but think it seems quite fitting for the predicaments he and Dewdrop have found themselves in tonight.
He rests the book on the bedside table and gets under the covers of Dew’s bed, surrounding himself in his mate’s scent. He’s barely laid himself down before his eyes are slipping closed of their own volition. He doesn’t want to fall asleep just yet—wants to stay awake and soak in the warmth of faded body heat that lingers on Dewdrop’s blankets—but before he knows it, his eyes are closing and he’s falling asleep. A small, sad smile on his face as he dreams of angels with long, blond hair and the remnants of hellfire in their veins.
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here’s a much needed life updates post! even though generally speaking not a whole lot has happened lol
life has been pretty difficult since i lost my grandpa truthfully. it’s been a lot of struggling since then. lately in particular (as in the last few months) i’ve been struggling mentally more than ever. i think im going through one of those really painful transitional/growth periods (which figures, it’s about time for my saturn return) but i also think i am neurodivergent in some way? as in im like 99.99999% sure i am neurodivergent. i can’t think of any other explanation for the way my brain works and for the way i am struggling.
it’s weird because i have a lot of guilt about exploring the idea of possibly being neurodivergent. i’ve been talking with my doctor about it and every time we’re done talking i feel like im a liar or that im manipulating her or others into believing i could be neurodivergent in order to have an excuse for just not being a good person, friend, daughter, sister etc. i’ve been talking with her about OCD specifically. there are a lot of things im learning about OCD that i relate to and that have been completely taking over my life since the death of my grandfather. but i also relate to a lot of the traits of autism, so truthfully i don’t really know what’s going on and not knowing has been isolating and sort of difficult and scary. i have this intense need to know what’s “wrong” with me or why i act/think/feel the way i do. i think that in and of itself is a symptom but i’ve always been that way. i think i have trouble relinquishing control. and lately i just feel very out of control. my work, friendships, family life, self esteem, and everything all just feel extremely unstable lmao and i know the primary reason is me. because i’m always bracing for the next terrible thing to happen and i’m always worried about ruining everything or hurting someone or i don’t even know what. i worry every moment that i am awake.
i’ve been adjusting my meds under the advice of my doctor and a psychiatrist and im trying to get back into therapy but god is it intimidating lol! i don’t know why! i think the thought of starting all over with a new therapist just scares me a lot. i know i have to do it though because i can’t manage this on my own anymore at all. and i have no idea how to make it any better or manage my stress. so physically and mentally im doing really poorly. i think maybe worse than ever. but i’m alive lol and i’m trying to get back to a point where i feel ok and not so paranoid and distressed all the time. im just trapped in this horrible cycle. it’s really frustrating. and i just want to understand why but i don’t for now and i have to be ok with that.
it isn’t all bad though lol and i do have things to look forward to. im trying my best to build and deepen new relationships so i feel less isolated. being agoraphobic in your early 20s really does a number on your social life!!! i managed to get beyoncé tickets and im planning on flying to visit some of my closest friends later this year. so i have things to look forward to and that helps keep me going on the days where i just want to give up. it’s hard 😅 but hopefully it won’t be this hard for too much longer and i’ll be able to look back on this time period and feel proud of myself for pushing past it. because right now truthfully i just feel ashamed and sad most of the time. i think shame and guilt are like my primary emotions lol. and just general tiredness. but i’m trying my best to claw my way out of it
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Hi, Jade!! This is probably not the place for this ask, so please feel free to ignore it. But I'm in need of advice or more like a listening ear and you're the one I thought could help. So at almost 24 years old I've never had a relationship, never even kissed and, to keep it short, I see myself as quite a loser in general, and I just met a guy that seemed like a potential romantic interest and he asked me on a date and my mind started racing anyway and I'm scared shitless of all the things that come with a relationship. I'm afraid if I don't address this, I will sabotage the whole thing, but I don't know how.
I'm sorry if this is tmi or not the place for such thing
hi honey don’t be sorry—
I get messages like this every now and then, of course not the exact same, but usually someone who feels down about themselves because of a lack of romantic experiences who’s worried it’ll reflect poorly on them when they do try to be romantic. I don’t personally think it makes you a loser, and anyone who DOES think you’re a loser is a jerk. I don’t mean to be annoying or bossy or rude to you and im sure you know yourself and im not saying YOU are a jerk, and you could even say there’s nothing bad about being a loser anyways, but also you’re not a loser and it’s no reflection of your heart that you haven’t been in a relationship or kissed someone. I think love is awfully difficult.
I mean I think it’s great that you have thought to yourself about how you might sabotage this if you don’t address how you’re feeling. I’m not a therapist but I defo think that self reflection is great and it’s like the first step to your solution. I think that it’s natural to be nervous about stuff you’ve not experienced, like, what if he does want to kiss you, and what if you’re not a very good kisser yet! But I also think that anyone worth kissing won’t mind if you’re not very good at it to begin with, or that you’ve never done it before. The only love worth your time is a patient one, full of understanding (but obviously this doesn’t make it less terrifying!!) there are definitely videos you can watch about this, not just kissing but the intimacies of relationships, there are videos about how to hold hands! There’s no shame in not knowing something!! And every one person or relationship is different so it’s not like you’d be the only one learning, your partner will have to learn about you too
altogether I think you’re right in that panicking about this might sabotage it before it’s even happened, and adding weight to things can make them so scary when they aren’t. Milllions and billions of people have fallen in love before us without a manual and im sure they’ll do it again, but you’re not wrong to be worried either!! Depending on how worried you are, you could talk to a friend, the potential partner, you could even talk to a chat service or helpline.
tl;dr — it’s okay to be scared about this, but you aren’t a loser, tons of people don’t know a thing about love at your age and you’ll learn as you go. there will probably be things you don’t like, but im sure there will be double good!!
I hope this helps, and I really hope none of it comes off as though im patronising or condescending you because it isn’t my intent at all. I’m not an expert but just from my own life experience this is what I think of it. I really hope things go well for you and that you make decisions that make you happy!!!!
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https://www.tumblr.com/strawberrysturniolo/744422904007098368/i-ended-my-friendship-with-my-friend-and-now-im
I’m so sorry bae this is awful. I stand by the fact that best friend breakups are so much more painful than regular breakups and I’m so terrified of that happening with my current best friend
if you’re referring to me, i didn’t give a single fuck about ending the friendship bc i knew a real friend wouldn’t do that shit. it was a cunt move and i knew i deserved better. i don’t miss her at ALL lol
if this is for the anon who sent the original message, friendship breakups can definitely be hard but you have to remember if you want to be treated poorly by someone bc you’re scared of not having a friend or if you’d rather wait for a better friend
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Marigold: *hanging in his aerial silks, sleepily in a little daze as he twirls lazily to stretch and crack his chronically sore body. Quietly imagining music in his head and moving to it slowly as he twists into another pose, then another, then one he hadn’t done in decades* I-
*flashback*
Marigold: *in his room in his family estate, finished his studies for the day and got bored of painting or reading or the other hundreds of hobbies his father bought him to keep him occupied in his cage. Now hanging from his aerial silks, only one foot in a lock and the other stretched out with the other silk wrapped around it as he spins, holding on with only one arm as he daydreams flying on a gryphon far away from the isles… only to get literally yanked from his musings as suddenly the silk around his foot is tugged from beneath him and his balance leaves him sending him falling to the floor* AH-
Ancano: *catches him quickly holding him tight* haha, gods I didn’t think it’d come loose that easily. You were so lost in your-
*SLAP!*
Marigold: *pushed him away and slapped him hard across the face before hugging onto the silks and weeping as he drops to his knees, knowing full well Ancanos gossip of an aunt would be in the drawing room with his mother and his own parents* PAPA!!!
Ancano: I- wait I’m sorry Fleur I-
Lord Varla: *steps in followed by Ancanos mother and aunt* what’s happened- Marigold- *hurries over and seemingly dotes over him but is really just concerned he’ll have to risk another surgery on his ‘perfect’ son*
Marigold: *playing up to his reputation around court as the poorly and fragile young lord as he cries and hugs onto him* A-Ancano h-he pulled on my silks! I fell a-and now my ankle hurts I-I I- I- *easily starts making himself hyperventilate from years of practice, having had great experience getting Caryalinds guards fired or nobles stripped of their rankings just for ‘scaring him’*
Ancanos Aunt: *bites her lip a little adding another bit of gossip in her arsenal* Oh dear- Ancano how could you be so cruel to your fiancé. Look at how high those are~ you could have killed him.
Marigold: *bingo word. Holds his breath tight making himself pass out* nghh…
Lord Varla: MARIGOLD?! *shakes him a little before lifting him up* Get out. All of you.
Ancano: I- I-it was an accident I swear! M-mother!?
Ancanos mother: Quiet. *huffs at him before looking at Lord Varla* I’m so terribly sorry for my sons careless and childish behaviour. We will leave now and I will send to hear of our dear Fleurs recovery. *bows and grabs her son by the wrist dragging him from the room* you idiot!
*present*
Kaidan: *walked in to let him know dinners ready only to feel tears from his suspended lover hitting his face* Petal?… hey… love can you hear me?…
Marigold: *looks down, tears pouring from his eyes from remembering yet another time in his life he had to survive* h-help me down p-please. I-im scared…
Kaidan: okay… *gently and carefully unlocks his feet and holds the silk steady as the Altmer slides down into his arms* I’ve got you sweetheart… it’s alright…
Marigold: *hugs onto him tight, crying into his shoulder, remembering why he stopped doing that pose*
#i fixed it#it’s what I get for writing when I can’t sleep 🤣#I mix up pretty high elf men lol#ancano skyrim#ancano#marigold dragonborn#Altmer dragonborn#Kaidan skyrim
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who tf told yeji? i kinda think it was yuna or woo. i also may be way off but i have a feeling yuna might be jyp gossip too… we don’t actually know that much about her and she was replying to y/n’s posts like a fangirl even before they were friends. she’s also been 100% good/nice so far and from what we’ve seen in this series, nobody is completely good/nice. everybody has a grey area at some point.
poor yeji dude. as much as y/n is going through it, she absolutely deserved this reaction from yeji and hyunjin. i’m glad yeji didn’t hold back and give her a chance to tell hyunjin bc honestly y/n has had so many opportunities to and failed so what difference would her telling him first now make. i also loved that y/n could recognise yeji’s “state of agony” and relate to it, therefore making her feel even more guilty and actually understand the weight of her actions. yeji also asking “what did i ever do to you?” is so fr bc she literally just existed in hyunjin’s life and that was enough for y/n to want to ruin her. to think that this whole chaos started just bc y/n’s toxic level of jealousy.
the imagery of hyunjin melting with y/n, literally begging to hear that it’s just a misunderstanding… fuck that hurt. in a way it was like he was begging to not have to endure the pain of their past again and the regret of letting himself get hurt again. the realisation that his blind trust in y/n has once again been his achilles heel and possibly always will be.
hyunjin telling y/n “it’s always someone else isn’t it” is so true. he reminds her of all the past opportunities he gave her to come clean to him and didn’t, but all she’s replying with is excuses that she was scared to lose him and yeosang’s threats. like ofc yeosang’s threats scared her but at the end of the day she dealt with them poorly until it was too late. so far this series she’s shown she feels remorse for her actions (bet related or not), but she’s always had a habit of preaching excuses or blaming someone else instead of owning her shit. so its understandable for hyunjin to not believe her immediately when she said seungmin forced her (i had a feeling what happened between them wasn’t consensual like i dm’d about). in a way it’s like the kid that cried wolf. from hyunjin’s perspective, she’s the common denominator in so many issues but somehow always finds away to divert blame away from herself.
as much as i wouldn’t blame hyunjin and yeji for never wanting to speak to y/n again i hope they talk about everything properly. i’m ofc looking forward to hyunjin and y/n’s talk, but i also really hope yeji and y/n talk to each other alone too. yeji deserves an explanation more than anyone tbh.
also i’m obsessed with the end referencing the sun (hyunjin) and moon (y/n), that was beautiful and tragic 🖤
i love how i ruined everyone for you that now you just cant trust anyone anymore i cannot 😭😭 i agree i think recognizing the pain in yeji plays a huge part in her guilt ultimately i feel like yeji and yn mirror each other sometimes they both have a sense of darkness to them but yn clearly had it much worse 😞 and yess yn feels remorse for her actions but instead of dealing with the consequences she runs away a lot and withers in self pity and hatred instead which is toxic as well
aww im so glad you liked it my love🥹🩷🩷🩷 this was so much fun to read i.just wanna kiss ur brain cus ugh its so sexy i love it this is one of my fav notes of urs i think tysmmm for blessing me w it🩷🩷🩷
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Hi!! This is a little story I'm working on that still has yet to be finished
What's it about?
It's a fluff x drama fic that is between modern!CEO!kaeya x fem!reader and diluc x childe x fem!reader.
It is no where near organized or put together.. It's all over the place lmao.
Well.. When will it be finished?
I procrastinate... A ton, so either within s couple of months, by the end of the year, or in a couple of years. I started this story in 2022 and it's still very short.
Enough talk, enjoy this short little story!
➤; THE ASSISTANT.♡
Oh,dear. Kaeya was in his office calling someone so he can work out a meeting and hopefully convince them into giving him all their money and then owning their business. He only did it to gain more power, for now he had stolen about 3 companies. You walk in by accident to set down his coffee he had asked for previously on his desk, he looks at you with a slightly annoyed look. Kaeya was busy on the phone and didn’t like anyone disturbing him. Not even you, “Y/N, why are you here? can't you see i'm on the phone.” he said with a obviously irritated tone, “im sorry sir i just walked in not expecting you to be on the phone since you're not on it so often,i didn't hear you speaking you know these walls and doors are thick..” you responded with a kinda upset tone, you didn't like getting in trouble,especially with him. He sighed as you put the coffee down on his desk finally. “Y/N get out for now. We’ll talk later about this situation.” You nodded and walked out his office.
Hours later you were called into his office. You walked up to the door and knocked. "Come in! " you heard his voice faintly say, walking in after those words and sitting down in the chair in front of his desk. "You remember why I called you here, correct? ” you nodded your head “yes sir, i do.” He sighed “Well just in case, let me tell you again. Earlier you had the nerve to walk into my office while i was on a phone call and proceeded to say that you couldn't best because of how thick these walls and doors are. Do you know how serious that could be if they heard you?” he was never this serious before so this frightened you a little. “I’m sorry sir. It won’t happen again, I swear. '' You said, your voice was shaky as you fidgeted with your hands to relieve your fear.
He glanced at your hands and sighed, seeing the obvious sign of nervousness and fear obviously he was gonna try and calm you down. He wouldn't want any of his employees scared of him now would he? “Y/N i’m dearly sorry, i don’t mean to seem like i’m going to fire you. I won't.. just.. I’m a little stressed out, okay? But I don't want you to be scared, I don't want you to be afraid of me.” He said to you as he looked at his computer to check if he received any new emails, of course not. You started to tear up, hearing him speak to you so calmly was calming you down, I mean after all you did like him so it wasn't that hard to get calmed down by him. He caught your eye when you first started working there, his voice, every time he came to work with his hair wet because of the rain and ran his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face. Everything he did made you like him more,there wasn’t a time where you didn’t want him a bit. All that he did was so perfect to you.
“Here,I'll give you this.” Kaeya said with a smile while he went to his desk and grabbed a small cat plush that was obviously hand knitted. It was a nice color of black with white around its eyes. He handed it to you as you smiled, you obviously questioned if he did it himself. Looking at it closely, your lips curled into a smile. Seeing the poorly stitched cat face with all hints of fluff sneaking out. It was adorable and it brought you comfort, “thank you, sir,” “Kaeya, call me kaeya honey.” He told you. Of course you were taken back by the random nickname your own boss has given you. Did he see you as more than just an assistant? I mean it also can't surprise you that much, he was known for being flirty. Questions roamed your head and it seemed as if you were nervous, your eyes wandering the room as more questions kept coming in and it started hurting your head. You sat back in the comfy chair and slowly started to fall asleep, kaeya laughed at your state and let you sleep.
The next day you woke up in a house that wasn’t yours and you assumed it was your boss’s house, remembering the last place you were, which was his office. “Good morning comrade” a mysterious voice said, but that nickname.. ‘that voice doesn’t sound like my boss..’ you thought. But if that wasn’t your boss, who was this? It didn't click but that nickname was so familiar. “Oh I'm sorry, were you expecting your sweet, charming, caring boss? Shall I remind you who I am?” The voice said, you were more concerned of where the voice was coming from.
Too tired to get up and look around, you lay there pathetically. The man hummed, opening the door to the bedroom you were in and looking at your figure. You had been changed into comfortable pj’s, no wonder you slept for hours. The man had beautiful ginger hair and ocean blue eyes, he was quite tall and lanky. Which you thought looked stupid, but then you realized who it was and you're face immediately became red, holy shit. “Hello there comrade, recognize me now?” it was your boss’s enemy, Childe. You didn’t really despise him like your boss did but you also still didn’t like him for how weird and cocky he was.
Cringing at his remarks, you always wondered how you got tied up in situations like this. To be the one to go to companies and convince them to do a meeting with your own boss. Not wanting to see him, you would rather kill yourself then be in the same room as him. “Come on, why don’t we catch up? Its been soooo longgg…” The ginger whined, which was true. It had been a year since you last spoke to him. Since you last saw him and he’s been obsessed with you ever since. Last time you saw him you were, of course, convincing him to do a meeting when he said “I’ll accept it, if you let me do whatever i want with you. Just for today” Declining for obvious reasons, knowing what it’d lead to. Trying to convince him there were other ways to deal with it but he wouldn’t listen, so you had given up and called your boss to pick you up. Telling him that you couldn’t convince the man to do a meeting and gave up from a remark he made.
Back to the present, remembering it made you turn around on the bed so your back was facing him. Swinging your hand at him, a sign for him to go away and leave you alone. But like the stupid man he is he doesn’t obey and just sits at the edge of the bed next to you, you tried to nudge him away but he doesn’t budge. Laughing at your actions and finally stopping after a good moment. God how did you even end up here, why were you here? Did he come to get what he wanted after a whole year of not seeing each other? It wasn’t fully clear but it was obvious he wanted something from you. You hated yourself so much for even giving inside, but you couldn’t break character. You heard another set of footsteps approach the bedroom, who the hell could it be now? You didn’t have time to say anything about it before you saw a man with red hair and glasses.
“Childe, what are you doing with her.” the red haired man asked. “Just having a talk with her diluc, what's so wrong about that?” childe pouted. So his name was diluc? It sounded familiar but you couldn’t think right now with two men now in your presence. You just wanted to fall back asleep and hope you’d be back in your boss’s presence, you groaned at the sight of them and the two men looked at you. “Oh now you wanna talk, i see.. Just because another man is here? ” the ginger joked “Shut the hell up childe. She just groaned. You’re so quick to assume stuff.” the red head mentioned, you turned red and you hid yourself under the blanket. God what were you thinking? You were in a room with two people you liked and you were supposed to hate them, “Oh? Hiding now are we?” Ajax asked, it was more of a statement but to you it seemed like a question. “Ajax can you ever shut your mouth? They're probably embarrassed or scared.” diluc said, He was right, you were both embarrassed and scared.
You didn’t wanna be there, you would rather be in your house in comfortable clothing. You could feel the bed sink beside you, only to feel arms wrapped around you from your chest and your waist. Diluc was in front of you, holding your waist while ajax was wrapping his arms around your chest, laughing behind you. You melted into their arms, feeling warmth. You almost forgot about the fact that they were two people that ran the same company. You soon fell asleep, them following.
The next day you woke up to the sky being bright and the two men still asleep, you just layed there not wanting to disturb them. You actually enjoyed them cuddling you and holding you as if they were to keep you protected at all times. You could hear Ajax softly snoring while Diluc was sleep talking, you were already awake yet still tired so you took the chance to just embrace the moment and go back to sleep.
#genshin impact#genshin diluc#genshin fanfic#genshin kaeya#genshin childe#genshin tartaglia x reader#genshin fluff#genshin angst#genshin modern au#genshin men#childe tartagalia#childe x reader#kaeya x reader#diluc x reader
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Angel and Devil
Kim Dahyun & Fem-reader // Part One
A/N: Might not finish this. Im not sure yet 😭
In a school separated by angels and demons, it sure isn’t easy. That was what many thought at least. The demons were often treated poorly by the angels. There was no controlling it; the teachers and administrators would simply just sit back and watch like it was no big deal. You however, were able to conceal your identity as a demon. But it wasn’t because you were scared of the unfair treatment. No. It was to be able to cause your own little mischief behind the scenes. To you, the best thing to do in life was to corrupt the angels. Those who you believed deserved it or literally just anyone you laid eyes on when you got bored.
There was a set amount to how many sins an angel could commit before they would be punished and would be seized of their status. Seven in fact. If an angel were to commit one of each of the seven deadly sins, they can say goodbye to their status. That was the lowest of the low at the school. Angels would either treat them with the uttermost disgust or naturally act like they didn’t exist. And because of you, the number of those fallen angels would slowly, but surely increase.
You were quite popular, but that wasn’t really surprising. Afterall, you were endearingly stunning. Your style, unique. And there was something about the manner in which you carried yourself that everyone adored. Not to mention how you have your way with your words. Flirty but sweet, you could say. Anyone would be on their knees for you with just a simple glance, a tilt of your head, and a small, warm smile. You had an advantage and you knew it.
Today, it was rumored that there was a new student. Someone bright. Someone sweet and tender. Someone that all would love.
New victim, you thought.
Everyone settled down in their seats as the bell rang for the first period of the day. Whispers of the new student filled your ears. Do you think it’s a girl or a boy? I don’t know, but I hope they’re cute. Shouldn’t they be here by now? Are they a demon or angel? Gosh, I’m so excited!
Clack! Clack! Clack!
As the footsteps grew closer, the excitement radiating off of your classmates multiplied by at least ten. All eyes were on the door. Yours too of course, you weren't any less excited than your classmates. And through the door came your teacher with the new student.
She was gorgeous. Her soft porcelain skin shone as she walked in. Her hourglass figure short, but that didn’t matter. You could see the heart eyed boys practically drooling over the said girl and the girls nearly dying to become friends with her. The new student walked up to the front of the class and bowed.
“Hi I’m Kim Dahyun. I hope we can get along.” She spoke.
Her voice was as soft as her skin seemed. You were intrigued. Would this be easy for you this time? You usually would be able to read a person with one encounter, but her? All you can tell from her is that she’s far too good of a person to commit any sins, but you love a challenge, so why not?
“You can sit next to Y/N over there, Dahyun. And Y/N, I expect you to help her catch up on the material we’ve learned in class this year, ” Your teacher said. Disappointed expressions creeped onto your peers who wished they were you. It only made you chuckle.
The two of you nodded and the pale girl headed over to your table. You shot her your signature smile as she did the same. The teacher began her lesson while Dahyun was visibly confused. Need help there? You wrote on a scrap piece of paper and passed it to her. She nodded eagerly. From that moment on, both of you became class partners and friends.
#twice fanfic#twice#x reader#i actually kinda like this one#i wrote more but i think ill wait to publish
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