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guardarecheluna · 2 months

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You know, i’ve been your baby since the day that we met. (CEO!H)

Words: 8k

Warnings: Pathetic Fluff, Smut (Praise, P in V, Oral, slight daddy kink)

Summary: Harry is bewitched by her, and he would do absolutely anything to make her happy, even though she sometimes doesn’t want him to.

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A/N: Hellooo my loves! It's been a little while, but now i'm here with a lil CEO update since you all seemed to enjoy him last time. Please let me know what you think of it, it always makes my day to hear from you!

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It was almost like Harry couldn’t remember a life before her. She had filled the bottomless hole in his heart with her warmth, humour, cleverness and love like it was the most simple thing in the world. Harry had never been so happy.

It’s been just 5 months since that night in Harry’s lounge, where his clammy hands were shaking, searching for hers. Where he bared his heart before her, and hoped, hoped that she’d at least tell him she didn’t hate him. Y/N could never hate Harry. Sometimes, when she comes to think about it, she feels absolutely crazy when it comes to him. Like she can’t believe that he is hers. Like maybe she was made just for him. Like maybe they were meant to meet when she started working for Pleasing.

Harry had kept telling her how hard he fell, that he felt like he was jumping from a plane without a parachute, blindly falling and hoping to be caught in his lover’s arms. Harry fell hard, but Y/N fell first.

Y/N’s interview had went better than she ever could’ve expected. It was just the day before that she was asked to Pleasing’s office to do an interview for a position as a senior creative. She left the interview happy and pleased with herself, but honestly?

She couldn’t tell if it was because she had actually done well for the interview, or if it was the Harry-shaped opening in her heart that was slowly cracking her open. The tall brunette had been so kind to her throughout the interview, even offering her a coffee beforehand.

As her first day a Pleasing came and went, Y/N tried to gather up her things from her new office to head home. It had been a wild day, introductions to new people, online courses to help her with their IT systems and endless and absolutely endless pining for her new boss. She could swear that she had never met anyone like him, and especially not a CEO who acted like he did with his colleagues. Harry had this softness to him, almost feminine at times, but with a strong masculine cologne, broad shoulders and deep, gravely voice. He emitted a light and kindness that was difficult to describe if you hadn’t met him. He was like a magnet.

Y/N was sure that if you were to google the definition of kindness, a picture of Harry Styles would pop up on the first page. Don’t quote her on that, though.

Harry had checked on her multiple times during the day, taken her and a few other colleagues out for lunch as a “celebration” he said. He really didn’t act like any other CEO she had met.

“Hey, are you still here? Thought your day ended at five, you must be exhausted.” Harry was doing a final round in the offices. Y/N was the last one left, just wanting to land back on her feet and feel her surroundings after a long first day. She thought she’d be the last one out, but Harry was there as well. Of course he was. Y/N snapped her head up, looking at him. He had almost scared her with his quiet steps into her office space. “Jesus, Harry, you scared me!” Y/N scrunched her eyes shut, putting her hand over her pumping heart. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t resist, I didn’t mean to scare ye’ though.” Harry said with a smirk. Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Didn’t mean to, huh? Don’t believe it for a second.” She said, throwing him a suspicious look, but with a smile; she just couldn’t help it. Harry chuckled. “You’ll just have to believe that I’m a kind enough person to not scare away the new employee on the first day, I don’t know what to tell you.” Harry hit back, slight ironic cockiness in his voice.

Y/N just smiled and continued packing up her laptop and the pamphlets she’d gotten from HR, along with a few papers that needed to be signed.

Y/N almost couldn’t look at him without having butterflies erupting in her stomach. Call her stupid, insane, mentally weak, but she could feel a serious crush coming on. Scratch that, it isn’t coming on, it’s already there, burning in her belly and begging to seen and heard.

Or another time, around a month into working for Pleasing when Y/N had knocked on Harry’s office door, almost in tears.

Maybe it sounded dramatic, but getting used to a new workplace, new routines and IT systems; Y/N would find herself frustrated and she hated bothering her colleagues with her questions every 5 minutes.

Y/N knocked on the glass door, her jaw strained and aching with how much she was trying to keep it together.

Harry opened the door, stepping aside. “Hey there, darling. You alright?” He said as he nodded his head to give her a cue to step inside.

He looked so good that day, in one of pristine, ironed suits. The first few buttons were undone, and a fine dusting of hair was peeking out of the shirt as well as the tattoos on his chest that Y/N hadn’t gotten to see the full version of. His lips were chapped, like he had picked on the skin in his anxious thoughts. Y/N swallowed harshly, stepping inside and plopping down on the sofa in his office. “I need your help.” She just said, looking up at him, holding on to her frustrated tears.

Harry could tell she wasn’t her chirpy, flirty and smug self, his heart suddenly feeling gooey and yelling at him to sit down and embrace her.

“Anything, I’m glad you came. What do you need, pet?” Harry said as he closed the door and sat opposite her on another sofa. He was leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees.

“I just…I feel frustrated because there’s so many things I don’t have the hang of yet and I hate being a bother to everyone and asking questions all the time. It’s either that I don’t fucking get it or it’s because there’s suddenly new things and I can’t seem to keep up.” She said, her eyes stuck on the cushions Harry was sitting on, afraid that she’d break if she looked right at him.

Harry was quiet for a good while, anxiety washing over Y/N when he wouldn’t answer. She braced herself for some kind of lashing out. She knew he wasn’t like any other boss, but maybe coming to him with this was a mistake, a showcasing of her weakness that would be the end of her time at Pleasing.

“Sorry…I-“ She started before Harry spoke up.

“Darling, don’t ever apologise. You need to go easy on yourself, you’ve been here for just a month and there’s a lot to learn, you don’t have to do everything at once, that’s impossible. I’m really glad you came to me, of course I’ll help you with anything I can.” Harry said softly. Y/N relaxed into her seat, feeling almost dumb for thinking he’d lash out at her. She nodded, finally looking up at him, to find him searching her eyes and smiling kindly. “Thank you, H, I just, I know it’s a competitive business, and I don’t want to ever let you down just because I can’t figure out fucking excel.” She chuckled.

Harry laughed and shook his head. “As if you could ever let me down.” He said under his breath, almost like she wasn’t meant to hear it. “Let’s get to it, then, come sit down next t’me and pull out your laptop.”

Harry had arranged a small get away weekend for the two of them. Coming up on almost 6 months, they were yet to go on a trip together, and Harry wanted nothing more than some quality time with his girl. His girl.

He had spent two weeks trying to plan everything down to the food they were going to cook, to what activities they could do to keep them occupied.

Harry had booked them a cabin in the woods, by a small lake. It was around a three-hour drive from London, which was perfect for going away for a weekend.

A weekend where it would be just the two of them, no distractions of phones or other people, just them. Harry was so excited, struggling to keep it a secret when all he wanted was to spill all the details and spoil Y/N with insight into all his plans, but he kept his mouth shut.

They had already agreed to spend the weekend together at Harry’s, so naturally, they’d drive home together after work on Friday. Harry was driving, one hand on the wheel, and the other finding Y/N’s over the centre consol. Fingers lightly tracing knuckles and palms while Harry had their playlist on in the background.

Y/N sat up slightly and her eyebrows furrowed when she realized that they were going towards her apartment instead, and not his.

“I thought we were staying at yours this weekend?”

Harry laughed, the plan in his head was turning out just the way he wanted it to. He parked the car outside of her building. “Get out with me.” He said, meeting her when he rounded the car. His hands reached out and gripped her jaw, placing a few small pecks on her pink lips. Confusion was still prominent on her face. “We’re going to go upstairs, and you’re going to pack a bag for a weekend away. I didn’t want to say anything, ‘cause I wanted it to be a surprise.” He smiled. Y/N melted into his touch. “Are you serious, where are we going?” Her eyes lit up with excitement at his words. “Not telling you yet, you’ll find out.” She shook her head at his words.

“You’re so sneaky. And here I was thinking that you couldn’t keep a secret if your life depended on it.” Y/N teased as she turned on her heel towards her apartment to pack a weekend bag.

The pair had stopped early in their trip to get some snacks at a gas station, just something to keep them awake after a long day at the office. Y/N had taken off her shoes and cozied up in the passenger seat, manipulating her seatbelt so that her back was leaning against the car door. Her feet was propped up on the centre consol as she observed Harry from her seat. Every little hair on his head, his eyes on the road that sometimes glanced over at her, a smile spreading on his face when he caught her looking at him. One of his hands reached for her, hand spreading out over her knee and squeezing it slightly. “What’s on your mind, pet?” Y/N tilted her head. “Like you don’t know.” She laughed and leant back against the door. “Just thinking about how the hell I landed you.” She continued, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks with the words, but still confident. Harry sighed. “You’ve got it all backwards, I’m afraid. You’re so out of my league it’s insane, I’m surprised I didn’t have to beg on my knees for you to date me.” He replied to her, once again squeezing her knee. “Well, let’s be real, you kind of did.” Y/N said as a comeback, clearly remembering the anxious, thinly spread Harry that night almost 6 months ago. “Alright, that’s enough or I’ll drop you off on the side of the road.” Harry replied, faking a threat as he felt the embarrassment of that evening come over him. “You wouldn’t, think you love me a little too much to leave on the side of the road.” She continued to tease.

Of course she was right.

“Harry. Is this all for us, have you gone completely insane?” Y/N looked at him without a hint of amusement behind her eyes as she stepped out of the car to look at the so called “cabin” that Harry had rented out. Thing is, it wasn’t just a cabin. It was a huge, sprawling estate, hidden away from neighbours and curious gazes. It had to have cost him thousands of punds just for a weekend getaway, and even though Y/N appreciated his act of love, they had had this conversation before; the one about money.

Y/N didn’t grow up with wealth, and neither did Harry. But as the years had passed, Harry had gotten ridiculously rich. No prize on either cars or estates phased him, he barely looked at the cost of things, which Y/N had thought was completely insane, even though she didn’t exactly know the extent of his wealth.

The first argument about money that they had, was early on in their relationship, just a month after they’d become official.

It had been Y/N’s birthday.

They were newly in love. It had been a month. They spent all their awake time together, at work, at home, in bed and weekends. Their hearts were blooming, still with that wondrous love in their hearts each time they looked at each other. Everything was easy, bright and happy.

Y/N’s birthday was coming up, and since she didn’t want to make a big deal of it, she had told Harry that they’d spend it with some of their friends. She had also warned him, to not get her anything as a gift. Y/N wasn’t really aware of what the code was when it’s your partners birthday, but you’re a new couple, so to avoid any awkward feelings, she straight up told him not to get her anything.

Harry wasn’t like that though. He knew her birthday was coming up long before she’d warned him. It might’ve even been one of the first things he’d memorized about her after she left her initial interview at Pleasing. His nosey ass couldn’t keep his nose out of her application papers that was clearly stating her date of birth and age.

He had been a little bit taken aback when Y/N told him not to get her anything, because he had already gotten her something. Something that, in his eyes it wasn’t a big present of any sort, just an appreciation for his girlfriend that he loved more than the number of stars in the sky.

“Can I just get you something small? Please, I know you don’t want anything, but it doesn’t feel right, I just want to celebrate you, you deserve it.” Harry had mentioned over the breakfast they were sharing. Y/N shook her head at him adoringly. “Does it really mean that much to you? A get together with you and my friends is more than enough for me.” Y/N reached out over the table and entwined her fingers through his. He was warm.

“It does, I like giving gifts, and it can be something small, I just want to get you something. If you really don’t want to I won’t but I can’t lie and say it won’t break my heart a little.” He admitted to her. So, she agreed. It was just something small, and she found his urge to care for her so badly very sweet.

And Harry didn’t necessarily lie, the gift was indeed small, but it was expensive. Harry had barely blinked at the prize when he’d went to the jeweller’s and picked out a piece that would suit her perfectly. And maybe that was the problem in all of this. Harry had spent so much of his life by now, bathing in money, and it didn’t really matter to him anymore what things cost him, because at this point, he had made more money than he’ll ever be able to spend.

Y/N didn’t have that, she wasn’t, nor had she ever bathed in money. She was like everyone else, budgeting her money to see what she could spend and save, and she quite enjoyed it, she didn’t have too much or too little of anything.

So when she opened his “small gift” on his sofa, amongst his friend on her birthday evening, she could feel her blood burning when she pulled out a beautiful, white gold bracelet with tiny charms linked to it. Amongst the charms was an “H” initial and amongst a few others that she could recognize meant something to the both of them. A collective gasp was spread through the room, and Y/N knows she should be happy, but right she felt almost embarrassed. Here she was, sat with her regular friends and millionaire boyfriend, while he gifted her jewellery worth thousands of pounds. Harry sat beside her, smiling widely and awaiting a reaction to his gift. Y/N couldn’t find it in herself to be ungrateful, she wasn’t, but she needed to talk to Harry about the way her stomach twisted and turned, how her cheeks turned red and how she felt guilty to receive something like this. But now wasn’t the time. Instead, she turned to him with a weak smile and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, my love.” She simply said before turning back to her friends and picking up another gift. It hurt her. She could see the slight disappointment in Harry’s eyes as she put his gift to the side.

It had all turned into something much bigger. Y/N wasn’t handling his apparent wealth and need to spoil her very well, and Harry was just confused. He couldn’t understand in his wildest mind how she didn’t want him to spoil her. He couldn’t understand her anger, her guilt, and her refusal to let him love her in this way. Because that was it. Plain and simple he loved her. He hadn’t dared to stutter those words since their first night together, and she hadn’t either, but he sure felt it. He felt in his his whole body, and he had for an embarrassing amount of time.

They made up, at last, and she accepted his gift after a few persuasive kisses and promises of no more gifts like these. She made it clear to him that she did appreciate his effort, and the thoughtfulness, but she didn’t appreciate the huge amount of money he had spent. Harry listened and took it to heart. He wanted to make her happy, of course, and gift giving was part of his love language, he just had to learn to tone it down slightly.

That same feeling in Y/N’s stomach that she had on her birthday had returned as she stepped out of the car and looked at the huge house in front of her. It wasn’t like he had bought her a whole house, it was just a weekend away, but it’s the principle of him spending that much money on her that made her uneasy.

“Darling.” Harry just said as he looked over to her. He knew from the look on her face that the same as the one she wore on her birthday. Harry rounded the car to stand right in front of her.

“This isn’t a cabin Harry. I don’t want to sound ungrateful, you know I appreciate when you plan things like this but…” her fingers played nervously with her rings, tears feeling like they could escape from her eyes at any moment. “Look at me.” Harry said, his hand coming up to her cheek, thumb grazing softly over her jaw. “It’s not just a cabin, ‘m sorry. And I know how you feel about this but you also have to know how I feel. I feel like I could never give you enough, you deserve everything I have pet, and sometimes that shows with money. I don’t want it to bother you like this, because I love y- …doing this for you. You must accept that I want to do this and that I’ve got no bad intentions, just want to show you how much you mean to me.” He almost let it slip from his lips. It felt so easy. Y/N swallowed hard. She didn’t want to fight about money, but being taken care of like this was still so foreign to her that she didn’t know how to handle it. She nodded, and looked up at him with watery eyes. “No more.” She just said as she melted into his body, arms wrapping around his middle and her nose searching for his scent lathered in the neckline of his shirt. “There will be more, I want to give you all of it, pet.” Harry replied. She just nodded into the warmth of his chest.

Overwhelmed was the right word. She didn’t know what to do with all these new feelings of guilt that was put in her, where did they come from? Why couldn’t she just accept that he only did this out of pure adoration for her heart?

They got their bags out of the car and stepped inside the house. From the foyer, she could see straight through the house, with a beautiful lake spread out just a few meters from the house. The water on the lake was shimmering in on the roof, which made the whole house look absolutely magical, like something out of a movie.

The house was massive, white walls and high ceilings with an open kitchen carrying dark wooden details and stone countertops. It was the house of Y/N’s dreams.

They spent the afternoon getting settled in, and going down to the lake to have a splash around. Y/N had discovered a porch swing sitting under the balcony, facing the lake and greenery around it, and if she wasn’t already in love with this place, it only intensified when she saw the swing.

But it wasn’t any old, creaky porch swing, it looked almost like a suspended sofa, blankets draped over it and pillows in the corners.

It was her turn to plan something small for Harry.

As they stood in the burning hot shower after their dip in the lake, Y/N hurriedly scrubbed herself down from the dirt and grime and turned to Harry who looked slightly confused at her erratic behaviour. “You got somewhere to be, pet?” Harry chuckled as she hung up her loofah. Y/N had a mischievous look on her face as she wrapped her arms around his middle. “It’s my turn for a little surprise now. I want you to meet my out the back in 40 minutes, and not a minute earlier, alright?” She said as she reached up and placed a single peck on Harry’s chin. Harry nodded, both his hands coming up to her head, carding through her wet hair and pushing it away from the gentle features of her face, then leaning down and connecting their lips. “I’ll be out in 40 minutes.”

Y/N scrambled to put on her comfortable, yet pretty new pyjamas, and dug out what she needed for her little surprise. She pulled out some candles from the depth of a cabinet in the kitchen, a bottle of wine and her speaker, some fruit for them to snack on and finally, a little gift that she had prepared.

The sun had started to set, a few rays still on the porch swing as she got out. She put the candles in the little lanterns and set up a little table for them, wanting to just have some down-time in the porch swing before their evening ended.

Harry stuck his head out the back door exactly 40 minutes later, a big smile on his face, and his freshly washed curls in a mess on top of his head.

Y/N snapped her head around. “Come sit.” Y/N smiled at him and reached out her hand for him, leading him over to the swing. “You’ve made it so lovely out here, pet. So nice to me, always.” Harry whispered to Y/N’s cheek as he pulled her closer to him. Harry was also wearing some cozy clothes, and through her thin pyjamas, she could feel the heat of his body and ripple of his muscle under his skin. He was home.

They sat down and cozied up with a blanked as Y/N poured them wine. “For you, my good sir.” She said teasingly, reaching him the glass of red wine. As she poured herself a glass, she leaned back into the soft cushion of the swing and into his arms. She was curled up, while Harry had his legs on the ground beneath, softly swinging them back and forth.

“I’m really sorry I was acting like I was earlier. I just have a hard time with you spoiling me like this, but I don’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate it, I do, I really do, H.” Y/N admitted as she looked up at Harry. He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes studying the lake that was still catching the last few sunrays. Then he shook his head as he caught her eyes. “You don’t have to apologize t’me, pet. I know you appreciate it. I just…I need you to know that this isn’t a one-off thing. I want to be able to spoil you. I also know that I’ve told you all of my intentions with you, I want always with you. I want us to enjoy our life, I want us to explore, I want to…I want to be with you, and sometimes I want to spend money on you. I can’t say that it doesn’t hurt me a little when you reject me like that, but I also understand where you’re coming from.” Harry laid out. Y/N felt her insides twist at his mention of her rejecting him, cause in her head, it wasn’t like that; not at all. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m rejecting you. I want the same thing as you, I just…that I don’t want to…bother you, I think. I don’t make nearly as much money as you do and sometimes it makes me feel like shit because I can’t bring the same thing to this relationship as you can. I guess it’s just something that’s always going to stick with me, but I want to be better.”

Y/N said, trying her best to be vulnerable and let him see her side of things. Harry snapped his head to look at her. “Is that really how you feel? Like you’re a bother to me?” He asked her, genuinely, not accusing her of her feelings, but sounding like he was genuinely concerned and interested in what her answer might be. “I do sometimes. I work for you, and I’m your girlfriend, it’s a bit hard to navigate sometimes, because we see each other so constantly, and I just don’t want you to get tired of me.” Harry nodded at her words, and stayed quiet for a moment. Y/N could see the wheels spinning in his head, trying to put the right words into his mouth. “You don’t ever have to feel like you’re a bother. Ever. I want to spend every moment with you, and I know I am so lucky to get to see you every single day at work. I do all of these things because I care about you, and in a world where money is everywhere and everything, I sometimes don’t think about the value of some things. You say that you bring nothing to this relationship, but I wish I could put into words how wrong you are.” Harry said honestly, his thumb stroking gentle circles over her cheek as he leaned in to connect them in a kiss. “I’m in love with you. I haven’t told you since that first night, but I don’t think I can keep it in me anymore, I need to tell you, all the time. I need you to know that you’re it, f’me. I love you so much, and you’ll never bother me the way you think you are.” He said against her lips, breaths switching between them because they’re close, so close. Y/N feels like her whole body is on fire, she’s blushing, her lower stomach filling with arousal and all the love she feels for him is just waiting to explode out of her like a fountain. So she does the first thing that comes to her mind. She kisses him again, again and again, until they’re out of breath and panting. “I love you, thank you for loving me like you do.” Is all she says, and she can feel him smiling into their kiss. Y/N moves around on the swing, and gently places their glasses back on the tiny table in front of them before pushing harry down to lay on his back. “Need to show you.” She murmurs against his mouth, as he welcomes her wet kisses trailing down his neck, making the hairs on his body stand up. “Yeah? You’re going to show me how much you love me?” He teased, as he let himself be pushed around to her liking. There was just something about Harr’s dirty talk that got her going even more, his velvety, low voice, combined with those forbidden, almost taboo words, mixed with his high praises and promise of pleasure. It was her favourite thing.

Y/N straddled his hips, looking down at him with a blown out pupils and slight smile as she tugged on her top to discard it on the floor. Harry’s hands instantly came up to touch. First smoothing over her belly and ribs until he reached her fleshy breasts, pinching her nipples and gauging her reaction. Her body caved into Harry’s as he touched her, leaning over him, with her breasts right in front of his face. Harry seized the moment, sticking out his tongue to tease her nipples, nipping them and working his tongue over them. A frustrated, pleasured moan came from Y/N as she started grinding her hips on his warm, plumping cock. Harry could feel her warmth through her bottoms, opting to grab onto her hips with his hands to pull her closer to him. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me, pet? Feel how much I love you?” Harry breathed into her hair, kissing her pulse point right under her ear, slightly biting on the earlobe.

“Mmmh” Was all she was able to get out before Harry pushed her away from him, grabbing her hand and rushing off to their bedroom for the weekend.

They barely made it through the door before Harry’s lips were on hers again, hands over any skin he could get to as they got rid of the remains of clothes that they still had on.

“Wanna taste…wanna bite.” Harry said to her skin, moving down the bed as he placed wet kisses down her sternum, belly, until he reached her mound. Y/N panted heavily with just the feel of his hands and kisses on her skin as she tangled her fingers through his locks to see his face properly. “Please.” She mewled when he teasingly places feather-light licks and kisses on her inner thighs and mound. “Be good, you’re going to get it, but you have to be my good girl, okay?” He said in reply to her mewl and her hands trying to steer her towards where she wanted him. “I’m good, I want to be good.” Y/N replied absentmindedly. And just as she was about to complain again, she felt his hot tongue inside of her, licking broad licks from her opening to her clit. Shivers of pleasure rippled through her body as he pleased her with his mouth, sucking, nipping, licking, and massaging wherever he could get to.

“You taste like heaven baby, so sweet for me, always.” Harry said as he came up for air. “More, please, H” Y/N said the moment his lips left her. She could feel herself getting closer to her that cliff of pleasure, just about to fall off when he detached. “I know, pet, you’re so close yeah? Could feel it on my tongue. Want my fingers too?” All she could do was nod, frustrated and writhing around in the crispy sheets. “You know I need your wor-“ “Yes, yes please, please do anything” She interrupted him in desperation, her hazy mind not caring about her manners at all. “Good girl.” Was all Harry said before diving back in with his mouth and fingers, instantly feeling her clench around his fingers as he curved them, poking the squishy island of pleasure with the tips of his fingers. Y/N moaned out as she got close, closer to the edge of her orgasm, raising to her elbows so she could see him. His eyes were closed as he worked his magic on her.

“I’m coming” Y/N airily moaned as her whole body tightened and she let herself fall over the cliff. Harry continued to work her through the waved of pleasure, prolonging her orgasm for as long as he possibly could.

Y/N in her post orgasm haze shot up from the sheets, pulling Harry up to her as she kissed him. She could taste herself on his lips, residual wetness around his mouth and chin transferring onto her skin. It was so hot. Without another word, she rolled him over, straddling him once again, like out on the swing. She sat right over his hard length, not yet putting him in as Harry had a lazy, smile on his face, pupils blown out in arousal and pleasure. Y/N put her hands on Harry’s chest, feeling up his muscles and dragging down to his toned stomach as she started moving over his cock, wetting him with her own arousal.

“Pet, Shhi- I’m not going to last if you grind on me like that.” Harry said as he fixed his eyes on hers, a little wrinkle of strain between his dark brows. Y/N said nothing to him, continuing to slick his cock with her wetness with a playful smile and moans of pleasure leaving her lips every time the head bumped her clit. Harry’s hands took a firm grip around her wrists as he sat up.

“You’re just asking for it, aren’t you? Thought you’d want it slow and sweet tonight, but I guess I was wrong.” Harry said in a harsh tone, although Y/N could see straight through him. “Doesn’t matter, just want you to fuck me. You always tease me so I thought you’d have a taste of your own medicine.” Y/N replied sassily with a scowl on her face, but a sparkle in her eye that gave her away immediately. “You…” Harry chuckled as he pinned her down on the bed, giving himself a few cursory strokes before lining himself up with her. “Tell me, pet. Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give it to you” Harry mumbled into her neck, kissing and sucking on her salty skin. “Mhh, I love you, please get in me” Y/N whimpered out as she reached down in between them, trying any and everything to get him inside of her. “I love you too, pet, tell me again” He spluttered out, kissing her lips as he finally sank in to her, groaning int her mouth. A wave of relief flooded over Y/N, her desperation for him finally calming down as he poked and prodded at her insides with his cock. Harry picked up his pace, giving her deep, long strokes with his hips as Y/Ns legs wrapped around his body.

Missionary was a classic for the two of them, people found it boring and plain, but for Harry and Y/N, it was their preferred position. Easy access to one another, being able to touch, look, and swallow the other’s moans as they chased their highs. Few things were as romantic for them as missionary. And don’t get this wrong, they are the couple to explore new positions and find other ways to pleasure, but they always returned to this. There was something so raw and pure about it, and they couldn’t get enough.

Their foreheads were stuck together, panting into each other’s mouths as Harry hooked her legs into the crease of his elbows, allowing him to hit her at a new angle. “Baby” Y/N moaned out from the change in angle, his cock hitting her spot head on as he continued to work into her. A layer of sweat was building on his chest and shoulders from the strain of chasing their pleasure, and Y/N wanted to lick it off. He looked so good like this.

“I know, I know it feels so good, pet, I feel it too. You’re the best I’ve ever had, should never let you leave my bed.” Harry praised her in response as he kissed the sides of her face, looking at her blissed out expression. Y/N could feel her orgasm approaching again, and Harry could tell, letting go of one of her legs and reaching down between them to touch her. “H, I’m going to come, please, keep going” She mewled underneath him, trying to chase his movements with her hips as she threw her head to the side and into the pillow. “I’m coming pet, so fucking weak for you. Want it inside, want me to fill you up, baby?” Harry replied with a raspy groan, and that, that made Y/N tip over yes. Her orgasm wracked through her body, her nails digging into Harry’s biceps as she let out sounds of her pleasure. “Inside, please, Daddy, I want it inside.” She encouraged as her eyes glazed over, fixing her eyes on his as she knew he was right after her, wanting the most out of his orgasm, just as he did to her. “Shit- pet you’re playing dirty, Daddy’s gonna come for you, I-“ Harry groaned as he let out pathetic little whimpers. His hips stuttered, burying himself deeper inside of her and catching her lips in a messy kiss, warm tongue sliding over hers. She could feel her lower stomach, warm with him, chuckling and pushing the hair out of his face as he collapsed on top of her completely.

Her nails started raking through his hair and down his back as they basked in the afterglow of their intense sex. Harry placed a gentle kiss on her collarbone and put his head on her shoulder, looking up at her. “I wish I had more words in my vocabulary to tell you how much I love you, I feel like I love you isn’t enough.” Harry spoke genuinely in a low tone. “Write me a book, yeah?” She chuckled as she tried to settle into the moment and enjoy it before having to detangle from each other. “Don’t joke about that, might as well happen, you know.” Harry laughed as he detached their sticky bodies rising from the bed. “C’mon, my love, quick wash up and then sleep.”

Y/N laid there looking at his outstretched arm, completely bare for each other as her heart pumped with pure love and adoration for the man in front of her. She took his hand, and they stumbled into the shower together.

Y/N was awoken by a harsh light in her face, and Harry sitting up on the edge of the bed. He put his phone to his ear, and she could hear him talking lowly on his phone. Casting her a glance and then leaving through the door as to not disturb her sleep.

She could hear him out in the hall.

“I don’t know what to tell you, I can’t….i can’t do anything from here, I’m away for the weekend…No…Well you’re going to have to fix It in some way, call Niall, I’m not available. All I ask is one weekend in quiet and you idiots can’t even do that. Fine. Call Niall and head of security at IT and figure it out, yeah? Bye.”

Y/N listened curiously in her cocoon of blankets, what time was it, why did they need him now?

Harry stepped inside once again and lifted the blankets. Y/N couldn’t really tell if it was anger or worry on his face. “I’m sorry I woke you up, pet. Some idiots at the office don’t know how to handle their job. Let’s go back to sleep.” She could tell he tried his best not to let anger spill out on their conversation, and she felt bad for him, always having to be available and never catching a break. This job would be the death of him some day.

“You’re alright, baby. It’s not your fault. What did they need you for?” She tried with a gentle voice, welcoming him into her arms as he settled in bed and turned off the bedside lamp. “There’s been some kind of security breach in one department, and someone is trying to leak personal data and now they want a ransom to not leak the data and get out of our systems.” Harry sighed. Jesus. “There’s nothing I can do, but they’re calling in head of IT and security to have a look at it, it’s happened before, but hopefully it’s just a scare. Didn’t want to wake you up though, I’m sorry,” He continued, obviously feeling defeated and helpless in the situation.

“I’m sure there’s a way to make it up to me.” Y/N tried as she placed gentle kisses on his jaw and neck, and she could feel Harry instantly relaxing and smiling at her wording. “Yeah? Tell me and I’ll make it up to you.” He let her lead him on, feeling her hands playing with the elastic of his boxer briefs. “Guess.” Harry shook his head in adoration as he pulled down his boxers and took her underwear off in the same movement, getting in behind her and pushing inside of her. No preparation was needed. Nothing got him harder when he knew she wanted him.

“Fuck, it hasn’t even been two hours and I’ve already missed being inside of you.” Harry admitted with a sigh as he entered her again.

It was lazy, raw and desperate sex, in the middle of the night. Harry couldn’t stop thinking about her, having her in every way imaginable. And he kept thinking about his life from over a year ago, when he had no idea that she, the love of his life, was about to enter into her life. And even if it was just something small, like having sex to take the edge off from the day, Harry couldn’t imagine anything else for his life as they fell asleep cuddled up to each other, leaving no room for work or security breaches to enter his mind. It was just them.

Back at work, a few days later, Lydia, Y/N’s co-worker and close friend smiled suspiciously at Y/N as she prepared her desk for the workday,

“There’s something up with you, and I can’t tell what it is.” Lydia wiggled her eyebrows with an interrogating look on her face. Y/N blushed slightly, but tries to keep a straight face through the conversation, having a sip of her morning coffee. “I’m an open book.” Y/N tried to play, but she could tell that Lydia wasn’t buying it. “You. Me. Meeting in Atlas in 5 minutes. We need to have a MEETING.” Lydia pressed, gathering her things and rushing off to the free meeting room to have a pretend meeting with her best friend. Y/N rolled her eyes and went after her. She could never keep anything from Lydia. She just knew stuff without knowing. Of course, the whole office knew about Harry and Y/N getting involved, but they kept in on the low.

“Alright. Spill the beans, all of them, right now.” Lydia said immediately when she closed the door and plopped down in a chair opposite of Y/N. Just as she was about to answer her, Harry walked by on the other side of the glass. He glanced inside, smiling his brilliant smile and sending her a quick wink before he was off. Y/N looked up with a smile spreading over her face, just from that small interaction. Lydia didn’t even have to turn around. “It’s him, yeah?” Y/N nodded, eyes stuck on the glass where he had just walked by. “I think I’m going to marry him.” Y/N said as she kept looking through the glass. Her heart grew every time she looked at him. If this wasn’t love, then she didn’t know what was.

And Lydia just burst out laughing, a true belly laugh, like she hadn’t heard anything funnier in her whole lifetime. “Babe, tell me something I don’t know. I’ve never seen two people as dumb in love with each other as you two. I’m sure there’s going to be a ring on your finger in the next year, but probably tomorrow if Harry got to have it his way. Plus, you two wreaked of “I just had the best sex of my life” the minute you stepped into the building”

Y/N just blinked at Lydia, blushing at her comment. She hadn’t heard anyone talking about them like that before, and it made her heart grow three sizes. Was it that obvious to everyone? Even Harry?

“Really, you think so?” Y/N replied with a watery smile. Lydia looked at her with a smile. “I know so. There’s absolutely no doubt. I’ve known Harry for about three years, and he’s never been like this, ever. It’s like a different person, I’m telling you- “. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door, both Lydia’s and Y/N’s eyes flying up to see Harry at the door. “Hello ladies, I was just wanting to borrow Y/N for a quick second.” He tried to be professional, bless him, but the smile overtaking his features revealed him. Lydia smiled at him. “Of course. No funny business, Mr. Styles.” She teased him with a smack on his arm as she left the room, turning around when she was behind him and staring at her intensely, “I TOLD YOU” She mouthed to her.

Y/N chuckled, rising from her chair and meeting Harry halfway around the conference table. “What a pleasure, Mr. Styles, what could you want me for, huh?” Y/N teasingly smiled as she stepped into his embrace. Harry looked down at her with nothing but love in his eyes, his thumb grazing her cheek as she leaned into his touch, “Just wanted to ask the lady if she would like to have dinner with me, tonight. Was thinking about making my famous curry, and I’d like for you to be there.” Harry continued with his little act. “Well, my good sir, I would really like that. I’ll see you later, then.” Y/N replied courteously as she began walking out; but not before Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her back into him. Both his hand on her face, gently passing his fingers through her hair and picking at stray pieces of hair, lovingly. “I love you, be good, yeah?” He said in a way that made her lower stomach flutter with arousal. “I’ll be good. I love you.” She replied before he attached his lips to hers in a long, soft kiss. A few more pecks for good measure, and then she turned around and left, a glimmer in her eye.

Harry stood glued in his spot, completely besotted with her and everything that was her. “I think I need to marry her.” He whispered to himself as he shook out of his daydream, to continue his workday.

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prettygiri222 · 6 months

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Summary: you're a succubus looking for a new victim, unaware you've become one

Any character really x Black Fem Reader SMUT

as a succubus, you loved going for the frat boys. they were always so eager to get a pretty girl like you in bed promising you a good time. but you quickly turned into their worst nightmare, ripping orgasm after orgasm from their already spent cocks.

"o-oh fuck! nomorenomore it hurts!" they would cry out. they would be spazzing out and twitching underneath you, arms struggling to get a good grip on your waist as you continuously rolled your hips against them. the friction against your clit was enough to draw your second orgasm of the night. but not enough to make you lose your mind. their heads would fall back into their flat pillows as you milked yet another orgasm out of them.

“awh” you cooed at them mockingly. “is my baby boy too tired?” they would frantically nod, praying for you to get off them as if they weren’t the ones who begged you to get into their beds in the first place. they had come so much it physically hurt.

the intricately designed heart-shaped tattoo that covered your womb shimmered a dull pink as you absorbed their essence. it was your symbol as a succubus and kept track of your hunger. frat boys never kept you full for long, they were only enough to hold you off for a few days.

eventually, you moved on to the jocks. you had guys ranging from the football team to the basketball team to the soccer team. they had stamina, keeping you full for a few more days but something was still missing.

"you like that, huh?" they asked, slapping your ass. they loved doggy, watching the way your ass jiggled and the lack of intimacy. you could care less, always shoving your face into the pillows to hide your displeasure.

their thrusts would get sloppy after their first orgasm and they often neglected your pleasure chasing their own release. but they did satiate your hunger a bit longer. your symbol glowing brighter.

due to your bias, you failed to notice the lust-filled eyes that watched your every move. he was just a regular guy, or that’s what you thought of him at first glance. he easily blended into the school’s crowds with his oversized sweaters and baggy jeans that didn’t do his sculpted body justice.

but he was infatuated with you the moment he laid eyes on your beautiful form. he loved how you always wore such slutty outfits. your short skirts that were the size of a belt. how he easily caught glimpses of the lacey panties and thongs you wore. the way your tongue piercing made an appearance when you licked your plump lips always coated in a sparkly gloss. and he loved that no matter how thick your shirts were your nipple piercing would always poke through.

but he was obsessed with the tramp stamp you had on full display. it was a deviated heart tattoo with devil wings and black ink that stood out boldly against your brown skin. the design intrigued him and with a quick google search he found out why. apparently, it was a succubus tattoo. you were a succubus. a demon obsessed with sex it drained men for their essence.

he couldn’t lie, the idea of you being such a sinful creature was a fantasy he couldn’t get out of his head. he spent days jerking off to the thought of you appearing in his room just so you could drain him. just the thought of you was enough to have blood pooling to the head of dick, it left him nauseous.

but he could never approach you. not when the faintest whiff of your sweet perfume made him pop boners like he was a sixth grader with a crush on his history teacher. you were like a walking aphrodisiac. he felt the room grow hotter anytime you entered, his pale skin flushing easily. it was honestly a shame how you didn’t notice this bundle of desire.

“oh fuck me” you grumbled in the back of the lecture. you opened your phone to a message from the 6’4 basketball player you were planning on linking later saying he had a late practice. you would’ve urged him to skip practice like you did last week but his coach was getting on his ass about missed practices. he said if he missed anymore he was going to be pulled from the starting lineup.

this was the problem with fucking athletes, you had to work around their schedules. you rolled your eyes at the message leaving it on seen. it’s been a week since you last had sex and you were starving. the only reason you held out this long was because this guy was one of your favourites. he didn’t eat pussy but he always made sure to have you creaming on his dick.

you let out a deep sigh. you were in trouble and you could feel it. despite not currently being aroused you felt yourself dampening the denim material of your skirt. the thick cotton of your turtle neck couldn’t hide your hardened nipples.

as a succubus, you gain energy from sexual intercourse with men. but if you aren’t careful you could kill somebody by draining their energy completely. you feed off of their pleasure so it’s fine to neglect your own but where’s the fun in that?

when you starve you begin to give in to your sinful nature. you become the monster in folklore, the sex-hungry demon that feeds off of any and every man they come across. who fuck them to death, literally. but you didn’t want to become that monster. you enjoyed living among humans so you developed a consistent feeding system to avoid giving in to your monster.

you crossed your legs under your desk hoping to relieve yourself. regardless of being a succubus you had standards, you didn’t just fuck any and everyone. the professor was drawing on and on about an essay at the end of the week but it was the least of your worries.

you briefly looked over the people in the class. there was no one in the class that stood out to you. you had attempted to hook up with a guy that sat next to you at the beginning of the year and it was the worst you’ve ever experienced. the guy was cute but he was a virgin. he didn’t know what to do and tried to insert his dick into your ass with no prep. that was the first and last time you went for someone who didn’t ooze sex appeal.

you were about to return your eyes to the professor when you locked eyes with him. your eyes widened in surprise at the intensity of his gaze. he was sitting a few rows behind you placing him in your blind spot. his eyes were dilated in an emotion you knew all too well, lust.

he was completely out of it, he didn’t even notice that you locked eyes with him. you could feel yourself grow hotter at the attention. he was basically eye-fucking you, undressing you right there in the middle of a lecture. probably having his way with you on top of the desks in front of everyone in his daydream. a smile graced your lips, you had found your victim.

the second the lecture ended you threw your tote bag over your shoulder and made your way over to him, swaying your hips. he was focused on packing up his laptop but you saw him stiffen up the moment you got close. he shot a quick glance in your direction before standing pin-straight.

“excuse me” you softly called out from beside him. he looked around before pointing to himself. “yes you” you let a little giggle at his bashfulness. was he really the guy who had you flustered just a few minutes ago?

“oh uhm, hey” his voice squeaked when you pressed yourself against his arm. a blush rose to his cheek as he avoided direct eye contact with you. his eyes focusing on random students who were making their way out of the lecture.

“could you help me with something?” you asked in that perfected singsong tone yours. looking up at him innocently from beneath your lashes you pressed your soft tits against his chest. his adam apple bobbed as he quickly looked you up and down, eyes briefly stopping when he noticed your visible nipple piercings.

afraid his voice would betray him again he frantically nodded. you had him right where you wanted him. you shot him a dimpled smile before leading him out of the lecture hall and towards your dorm. he sucked in a sharp breath when you walked up the stairs in front of him. every step you top hiked up your already short skirt. you weren’t wearing anything underneath so your bald lips were on display.

you lived in a one-room dorm on campus but you never brought your victims over. you preferred to go over to their dorm but this was a dire situation. you needed to be fed. you hurriedly shoved him onto your bed.

“are you sure about this?” he whispered breathlessly. you had him sitting on the edge of your bed with his jeans pooled around his ankles and you were sitting on your knees in front of him.

"uhm" you mumbled half-heartedly. you were focused on stroking his dick. it was on the thinner side but it was pretty long. there was a vein on the underside that you traced while licking his tip.

“oh fuck” he let out a little whimper when you licked him all the way from the base to the tip before taking all of him into your mouth. he gripped your soft silk sheets in his sweaty palms trying to stop himself from bucking into your mouth. you were grinding against your foot desperate for some stimulation.

the sensation of your tongue piercing on his shaft contrasting against your warm wet tongue almost made him cum. you traced his tip with the ball of your piercing, delighted with the way he shivered. “shit, it’s cold.” he whined.

you bobbed your head looking up at him feeling your wetness pool in between your legs. he was staring at you in awe as you slobbered all over him. your saliva running down his shaft and pooling at his base. your sparkly gloss was smudged all over your cheek.

you alternated between bobbing your head and licking his tip while you massaged his shaft with your hand. letting out an occasional hum when the tip of his dick reached the back of your throat. when you felt his legs tense up you knew he was close.

“you’re like a fucking pro” he stretched out his hands and tangled his fingers in your mini twists. he pulled your hair back into a ponytail so he could get a better lock at you. “i knew your pretty ass was a -fuck- a slut”

you let out a whimper around his dick answering him. your pussy fluttering at his backhanded compliment. while you didn’t have a gag reflex the repeated action of his tip hitting the back of your throat caused you to tear up. your big lips were even plumper as they swole around his dick. he was getting harder just looking at your messed-up state.

he wasn’t ashamed to let out louder moans, letting you know it wouldn’t be long until he came. you stuck your tongue out while stroking his dick, his hot cum landing on it. his face was flushed with pink and his light eyes dilated as he watched you swallow his cum. you opened your mouth to show him proof, your pink tongue empty. “fuck, you’re so hot”

you felt your womb gleam with contentment but it wasn't enough. he was panting hard as you pushed him back on your baby pink sheets. you lifted your shirt off overhead, his eyes widened with the glimpse of your tattoo but you ignored his reaction, most guys just thought it was an obscene tattoo.

you stripped off your short skirt with haste, you wanted more. you hopped on the bed and straddled him. you balanced on your toes while you rubbed his dick between your lips coating it in your slick. you heard him suck in a breath at the sight of your glistening cunt.

"oh shit," you hissed out as you lowered yourself onto his dick. he closed his eyes, overwhelmed by your warmth. you pulled up his shirt revealing his broad chest. he let out a soft moan as you placed your cool hands on his pecs, steadying yourself.

"you're so cute," you cooed. you grinded against him forcing out his little sobs while stimulating your clit. you loved the way he easily blushed, the way his pale skin turned pink.

"you're so good to me" he whined out, grabbing at the fleshy part of your hips. he was rolling his hips against yours desperate for more friction.

"yea?" you asked, wanting to hear more of his whiny voice. you lifted yourself up, removing everything but the tip of his dick before slamming back down.

"yesyesyes" he was bucking up against you frantically, nailing you where you needed it the most. "always saw your pretty ass b-but -ohhh shit- could never talk to you." you angled yourself so he could continuously pound your spongy spots, too caught up to acknowledge his confession. it wasn’t long until he painted your insides white, your pussy clenching in satisfaction.

you were a sight to see right now. he believed the sites when they said succubus had otherworldly beauty. if he thought you were pretty before you were utterly gorgeous right now. your brown skin was glowing in the dim lights and the way you bounced on his was magical. your tits jumped with every thrust, your eyes were glossed over and your pupils seemed to be heart-shaped. something he hadn’t noticed before.

but your tattoo was glowing. that had to be a telltale sign that you were a succubus. besides the mind-numbing pleasure you were putting him through. he was twitching from overstimulation and you were still bouncing on his dick. your pussy making delicious squelching noises as you bounced on him.

“you’re so tight” he whined out. your tight hole was squeezing around him and it was so warm and wet. he was surprised he hadn’t slipped out yet. but you knew what you were doing, the way you skillfully rolled your hips providing pleasure to the both of you. you were quickly drawing him to another orgasm.

you bite your swollen lips as you focus on the growing sensation in your lower abdomen. you could tell he was close when you felt him twitch underneath you. “mhm, you close baby?” you called out to him. he nodded, way too lost in pleasure to find his voice as you drew him to another orgasm with you following close behind. your hips stuttered as a wave of pleasure washed over your whole body.

you rode him through both of your orgasms. a puddle of wetness and cum formed around the base of his shaft as proof. his eyes were closed and he breathed heavily, his chest heaving up and down. he looked a mess, there was drool around his mouth, his straight hair touselled and damp with sweat, his skin flushed a deep shade of pink and a thin layer of sweat shined on his face.

you had to forcefully stop yourself from bouncing on him further. you had to leave him with some energy to get home. you looked down at your tattoo watching as it glowed a dim pink while you absorbed his essence. you would be content for a day or two hopefully enough to give you a chance to hook up with your favorite basketball player. but you were far from satisfied.

you let out a deep sigh as you slowly rose off of him. he let out a whimper at the loss of your heat. you hopped off the bed looking for a towel while he remained lying down.

“you can leave whenever you want,” you said nonchalantly. this is why you hated one-night stands at your dorm, it would get so awkward. you preferred fucking guys at their own dorm so you could disappear while they slept. but you were desperate.

you heard shuffling noises and assumed he was getting ready to go. but it got quiet and you felt a gaze burning against your naked form. you ignored him, continuing to gather items for your shower.

"i'm not done with you" a deep voice called from behind you. your eyes opened in shock as you looked back. he was standing right behind you, towering over you frighteningly. there was a dark look in his eyes as started you down.

“excuse me…” your mouth dried up when you looked down between you two. he was completely naked now and his dick was standing at attention, it was hard and it somehow seemed bigger than before. it was an angry red as pre-cum leak from the tip. you felt yourself grow wetter from his confrontation.

"i've been watching you for a while but you never looked my way. always batting those eyelashes of yours at those stupid frat boys and jocks, huh." he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look up at him. his jaw was clenched tight and he glared down at you. "bet you don't even know my name and we’ve been in the same class for almost a year now." his voice was hoarse as he looked into your eyes.

you meekly nodded. as a succubus who fed off of sexual energy you had to be ashamed for never noticing someone who was soaking in it. his light-coloured eyes were filled with so much emotion that it made your heart swell. a feeling you’ve never experienced with your sexual partners.

“don’t worry though, i’ll take good care of your slutty succubus pussy.” you froze in shock. “make sure you’re well fed.”

Part 2 right here

Characters I had in mind while writing this:

ARMIN, Eren, Zeke, Jean, Geto, Choso, Megumi, anyone you want really

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4ngel-inc · 3 months

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⁎⁺˳✧༚ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖/ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ᡴꪫ

notes — i'm not much into valentine's day but i had to make this (probably v cliche, lol) post for my valentine's-loving babies !! also this is my first time writing for jouno, tecchou+ like 3 others so bear w / me pls :')) i just wanted to write something special for everyone's favs !!

warnings — fluff, suggestive, some dirty talk.

𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 has never spent valentine's day with anyone, he isn't even aware of the holiday until you ask him to pick up your favorite snack on the way home from work one night and he notices there's a pink and red theme to the aisles—a quick google search tells him it's a "love" holiday, coming up quite soon actually, so he asks you what you'd like to do for it. you insist on brushing it off, saying it's a stupid holiday and a waste of money, but money certainly isn't an issue for him, and he was actually finding himself getting quite excited at the idea of doing something romantic for you, so he pulls through on the day of anyways and you come home to an apartment full of white roses. "umm, aku? what's this?" "hm?" he's sitting on the couch, surrounded by literally hundreds of roses as if it's just another tuesday, his head barely peeking over them, "oh, i thought you'd like them, is it alright? i can throw them away. . ." he nervously moves to grab some of the roses before you stop him, "no- no! i love them, actually." your voice softens, fingers tracing over one of the petals, "no one's ever done anything like this for me." he smiles at that, "so, you're pleased?" you pull him in for a kiss by his shirt lapel, and he blushes, "actually, i have little present for you, as well, why don't you relax on the couch and i'll show you?" as soon as your delicate fingers pop open the button of his pants, pulling them down around his ankles, aku realizes he definitely made the right choice in color—white roses symbolize purity, and there's nothing more pure than his love for you.

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 has gone on plenty of dates, had plenty of casual relationships—but being in a serious one makes him realize it's a privilege to make someone else happy, and he now jumps at the chance whenever he can. he's always been a romantic, but he goes all out on holidays, relishing the excuse to buy you pretty things and dote on you even more than usual. he's so silly, he always frowns when he realizes you aren't surprised he got you something—even though he always spoils you on holidays. "aww, you got me something, too? you didn't have to, princess, i thought we weren't celebrating this year!" he whines upon seeing the little gift bag hooked under your arm when you walk into your apartment, meanwhile there's a frilly pink apron tied around his waist, a spatula raised in his hand that's dripping red cake batter. "uh, you're one to talk, 'samu?" he looks around, "hm? this? i just wanted to do something nice for you, angel- i only decided this morning!" dazai knew he'd break the promise you two made to not celebrate, he was just excited to surprise you! but now you've gone and bought him a present too, and you don't even look surprised, he's so sad! "so, you're telling me the balloons, candy, roses, heart-shaped cake . . . weren't pre-planned?" you pull him in for a kiss, "it does smell good, though." he whines again, bringing a hand to his forehead for dramatic effect, "you know i'd never betray you like that, my darling angel! but is it really wrong to want to spoil my favorite person?" he's fake crying now, and you pepper kisses on his face until he stops, "mwah, no, not at all, 'samu- i can't wait to show you what i got for you!"

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 defaults to buying you expensive things, like flowers and jewelry—it's your first valentine's day together, and he wants nothing more than to make you feel special, to convey how much light you've brought into his life. all throughout the day, he's surprising you with gifts. you wake up to a shiny diamond necklace hidden under your pillow, "y'like it, doll? almost as pretty as you, my sweet girl." you exit the bathroom after brushing your teeth to a bouquet of red roses on your vanity table. he makes you dinner (ranked 6 out of 10 but he tried so hard), breaks out an expensive bottle of red wine to have with dessert (your favorite gourmet chocolate cake that he practically tries to hand feed to you), he rubs your feet, gives you kisses all throughout the day. after a while, you practically have to push him off of you, "chu, don't you think this is all a little, much?" he looks confused at that, "huh? i just wanted to make you feel special, you don't like it?" you frown before taking his hand, "it's just, i'd rather spend time with you just talking, or cuddling. . . i want to hear about your week and catch up like we always do. i don't need all the bells and whistles, i like our normal life." something clicks in his mind, and chuuya thinks he finally gets the whole valentine's day thing—it's a chance to spend time with the person he loves most in the world, it isn't about the material things. however, that doesn't stop you two from enjoying the countless boxes of chocolates he bought you that night, your feet kicked up on the coffee table as you two laugh and rant about work and whatever else comes to mind—it's the perfect way to end the night.

𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 isn't really into the frills or outward displays of affection that often come with valentine's day—he's a very private person, so he prefers something intimate just between you two. even though you assure him he doesn't have to do anything special, he finds a reason to celebrate anyways—because, as he puts it, "each day with you is a blessing, i'll take any opportunity to celebrate that, my love." he decides to take you on a walk that night as the sun is setting, and it's truly perfect the way you two just stroll along in a peaceful silence, eventually revisiting the place he'd first told you he loved you. "do you remember this place, dear?" "of course, yukichi, how could i forget?" you turn to him with tears in your eyes, and he smiles, pulling you close as he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your hair—it's the first physical display of affection he's ever shown in public, but he's so overwhelmed by his emotions at that moment, he simply can't bear to not have his hands on you. "every day since then has been so wonderful, i'm lucky to wander through this journey of life with you." fukuzawa knows life with him isn't always easy, he's often busy, and you've told him sometimes you feel a little left out from that part of his life, but he tries his best to reassure you in moments like this—"i apologize for being distant at times, for being consumed with work, but please understand, i could never express how much you've changed my life for the better." fukuzawa isn't always the best with words, but there are times when his feelings just flow from his heart naturally, and almost always, those times are when he's with you.

𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 has so much on his mind, he forgets about valentine's day completely—it just isn't even on his radar. he doesn't go out in public much, so naturally, he doesn't have anything to remind him, otherwise he would've done something for you, really! fyodor doesn't understand the significance of such holidays, or why people would celebrate something trivial and made-up, but he always tries to make you feel special, nonetheless. he knows holidays mean a lot to you, and though he can be distant, he truly cares about your happiness. however, this year, he simply had other things to focus on, and it slipped his mind entirely. he's usually quiet when working, and you didn't expect him to take the whole day off for you, but you're hurt when he hardly steps away from his desk at all that day, only visiting the kitchen to fetch his tea a few times and place a quick kiss to your forehead, "i'll be done soon, is that alright, my love?" "um, sure," you realize as the day goes on he isn't going to celebrate with you, so you decide to go out and have a nice dinner for yourself—a solo date. when you return, he looks a little confused, "where did you go, darling? i wanted to spend time together before bed." you roll your eyes, "it's valentine's, fyo, i took myself out to dinner." you feel bad for the attitude, but you can't deny you feel forgotten. his eyes widen before quickly softening again, "come here, please?" he kisses you, stroking your hair afterward as he gazes into your eyes apologetically, "it is my fault, i was focused on other things. but we can still make the night special, yes? let's go out, you look so beautiful, my one and only."

𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐔 values honesty, so he counts on you to tell him what you want, rather than guessing. he doesn't have time for games, and one thing he loves about you is how direct you are. however, the first year you're together, you make the unfortunate mistake of brushing it off when he asks you about valentine's day—you'd told him it was a stupid holiday, that you didn't want anything, but you were only being polite, you didn't want him to think he had to get you something, but you'd been eyeing the balloons and boxes of chocolates wrapped up with pretty velvet bows. you really wanted tecchou to do something for you, even if it was just something little, but when the day comes, hours go by and nothing happens. you wait all day for him to pull out a bouquet of roses or a box of chocolates, pretending that he'd forgotten just to trick you, but he never does. when he kisses you that night and falls asleep only minutes later, you slip quietly out of bed, sneaking out to the couch and burying your head in your hands—you feel lonely and unwanted, and you aren't even sure why. it's a stupid holiday, but you at least wanted something. "babe?" tecchou sounds sleepy and confused as he flicks the light on, "why are you out here?" "ah! sorry-" you quickly wipe the tears from your eyes, "it's nothing, i'm just being silly." he comes closer, sitting next to you and stroking your hair, "what is it? tell me, please." his eyes show nothing but kindness, and you exhale. "i was just hoping you'd do something for me for valentine's day, i know it's stupid, i told you i didn't want anything, it's just-" he interrupts you, "no- no, i should've known, it's my fault." it isn't, but you appreciate his apology—he's always been so patient with you. "tomorrow, babe, i'll make it up to you, k?" you smile at that, and he kisses you. "come back to bed, i miss you."

𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐎 was intent on buying you something expensive, but you'd insisted you didn't want that—after everything he does for you, the way he protects you and cares for you, you wanted to be the one to show him how valuable he is. you decide to stay in and make him a fancy dinner, instead of wasting money on a crowded restaurant where you'd probably get slow service anyways. you know everything jouno loves to eat, and you've worked so hard to perfect the recipes over the past few weeks, but after trying everything at least a few times, nothing is turning out right. "my love," he slides a hand around your waist, kissing your neck, "hmm, why don't we just order in? we're running out of time, i wanted to spend the night with you." you sigh, "ugh, 'm sorry, babe, i guess i'm not a good cook, after all. nothing is coming out right." he smiles, and you can't understand why he would be happy about this, but you soon understand when he places a hand on your chest, "i know you're anxious, dear, your heart is telling me so, but you don't need to do all of this for me, i just want you-" his last word is punctuated by a hand gently squeezing your hip. you know him well, and you can feel the way his body calls to you, "ha- is that all you want for valentine's day, babe?" he moves his hand further down, slender fingers toying with the waistband of your jeans. he nods before placing a gentle kiss on your skin, "let's order in, love- i'm sure we can make something happen before the pizza guy gets here, yeah?" you laugh and push him away playfully, "jouno! stop it, you're so silly."

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 is so sad when you walk into his office with a little heart-printed gift bag tucked under your arm. "huh? o-oh," he practically jumps from his desk and rushes over to you, "u-um, i was gonna get you something, sweetheart, i just haven't had time yet, i thought- m-maybe i'd give it to you tonight at dinner? it'll be bigger than that one, too, much bigger!" he's frantic, and you look a little confused, though he doesn't understand why. "wait, what?" sigma hates the feeling settling in his stomach, he hates the thought of losing you—it's unbearable, even. "it's just-" he responds, "someone gave you that present . . i'm a little disappointed, i wanted to give you something, but now you've already received a gift." his voice lowers in volume, gaze dropping to his hands, "i should've given you something sooner, i'm truly sorry." you're probably going to break up with him since he utterly failed at his first valentine's day with you, someone else has gone and swept you off your feet before he could! he braces himself for the words he's always dreaded most, the moment you tell him you're no longer interested in a relationship with him, but they never come. "babe, no-" your thumb brushes his cheek, soothing the burning heat on them, "i got this for you! for our first holiday together." your smile is so bright as you hand him the bag, but sigma can't even think of opening it as he places it on his desk wordlessly, grabbing your face and pulling you into a deep, messy kiss, "i-i thought i'd lost you, you're still mine?" you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands roam your body now, "i'm yours, sigma, and 'm so lucky that you're mine."

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 pulls out all the stops—he does all of the cliché stuff he's seen in romance movies, plus asks a few of the ADA members what he should do for you. you're the first person he's ever dated—the first person he's even opened up to since starting his new life away from the orphanage, and he just wants everything to be absolutely perfect for you. after receiving so much advice from dazai, yosano, and even ranpo, he decides he can't make up his mind—so he does a little of everything! he buys you flowers, tons of chocolates, balloons, stuffed animals (one of them so big he can barely fit it through the door of your apartment), and even tries to make you dinner. he burns the steaks and the "baked" potatoes come out of the oven still raw, but even so—the fact he tried so hard makes you melt into a puddle, though you're not sure where you're going to put all of this. "atsushi?! this is all for me?" you look bewildered, and he scratches the back of his head, "ah- is it that bad? i wasn't sure what to do, so i kiiiinda went a little overboard. maybe i missed the mark, though." you stop him before he can continue, "no! i love it, really. i just wasn't expecting. . so much." he's starting to feel a little self-conscious, but your lips on his soothe his doubts. "i really love it, babe. you didn't have to do all of this. i would've been happy just to fall asleep next to you. how was your day?" you brush your fingers against his cheek, and he relaxes a little, "ugh- stressful, honestly. i could hardly get that one through the door," he points to the massive stuffed bear towering over you two, and you both laugh.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 loves candy and sweets, so naturally, he loves valentine's day. you were expecting him to completely ignore your first valentine's day together, saying something like, "meh- i can eat chocolate any time i want, why's it have to be out of a heart-shaped box today?" however, he surprises you with an apartment full of sweets and baked goods on the day of. "ta da!" he pops up from behind the kitchen island when you stroll out of your bedroom that morning, rubbing your eyes as you realize what's before you. "ranpo? what's all this?" there are trays of pink, red, and white cookies and candy and pastries laid out on the marble countertops. "huh?" he pouts, "did you actually forget it's valentine's day today?" he laughs a little, "ah- it's no problem. i've got us covered!" as the day goes on, you start to wonder if ranpo is celebrating your love today, or just celebrating for himself. "uh- honey?" "yeah?" he looks away from the bowl of popcorn in front of him to glance over at you, and you smile a little—though you were hoping for a little more affection today, you can't deny how handsome he looks when he's enjoying one of his favorite treats. "hmm- nothing, d'you like the movie so far?" "eh- it's a little boring, i already figured out who the villain is, of course." you giggle, "of course, should we watch something else then?" he grabs the remote and flicks the tv off, putting the bowl down and turning to you, "actually, i wanted to tell you something." you aren't sure what to expect, but he continues before your mind wanders too far. "you know i'm not good at things like this, but. . ." he takes your hands in his, "i've very grateful to spend today with you, i hope it's made you happy as well."

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 never thought he'd feel enlightened from a relationship, rather than feeling tied down by it. as someone who values nothing more than freedom, he was quite wary of getting into a relationship—most he'd seen didn't seem all that fulfilling at all, nothing but arguments and tears and maybe a few sporadic moments of happiness here and there. however, you quickly teach him that that isn't the case at all—we're designed to love, and he gets that now, as his arms are wrapped tightly around you, the two of you lying on a blanket on the soft grass and looking up at the twinkling stars. "are you sure this is all you want to do today, my dear? it's valentine's day, after all." "mhmm," you snuggle into him, "this is where we had our f-" he cuts you off, "our first date, i remember it well, though it was daytime then." you laugh, "yes, it was summer and hot as hell—and you had me running all around this park trying to figure out your stupid scavenger hunt, i almost died!" he pouts at that, "aww, you never did figure out what was waiting for you at the end." you glance at him, finally tearing your eyes away from the beautiful night sky above you, "i love you, nikolai." he looks a little taken aback at the change in subject, but there's nothing he'd rather hear more than that coming from your lips. he sits up, and tugs on your arm for you to follow. you sit facing each other with your legs crossed, your face cradled in his hands, "i love you, too, my shining star. you're my love, my angel, my everything. thank you for showing me that love can be freeing." you start to cry, but he wipes your tears away quickly before jumping to his feet, "now then! shall we finish that scavenger hunt? i'm sure your prize is still out here somewhere!"

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Can't Fight This Feeling

AN: In a bit of a writing slump so I went back and finished this WIP I've had sitting in my google docs for almost a year lol. Hope y'all enjoy~ (based off of a prompt from this post).

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You and Santi have been dancing around your feelings for each other since the day you met.

Rated: T Words: 2,171 Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x F!Reader (wrote with a F!Reader in mind but since there's no smut, it can probably be read as GN) Warnings: alcohol consumption, unresolved sexual tension, probably way too much banter, LONGING, friends who are secretly in love with each other. AO3

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“Oh, come on, Santi, it’s my turn,” you pout, slouching against the wall where the dart board hangs.

He takes a sip from his beer and chuckles, throwing one of the darts in his hand at the board by your head. You yelp in surprise as the loud thunk resounds in your ear and shoot him a glare.

“Probably not the best place to lean, cariño,” he smirks, taking another sip.

Frankie claps him on the shoulder, turning Santiago’s attention to him. “Hey, I’m callin’ it a night, man. I’m beat.”

“Yeah, I think we will too, for obvious reasons,” Will says, gesturing to his brother who’s half asleep in the booth beside him.

“But we just started another game, guys, you can’t leave yet,” you argue before stealing a swig from Santiago’s beer and giggling when tries to take the bottle back from you.

Will shakes his head fondly, shooting Frankie a look you and Santi both miss while he’s chasing you around the pool table. You steal another sip and raise your eyebrows in challenge, giggling when he grumbles something under his breath.

“What was that, Pope? Didn’t quite catch that,” you call, holding his beer bottle up tauntingly.

He rolls his eyes.

“Goodnight, kids. Be good,” Frankie calls, waving at the two of you.

“Night, Fish!” you and Santi yell at the same time, sending you into a fit of giggles.

There’s a chance you might be just a little bit tipsy.

Santi shakes his head, raising an eyebrow as you absently take another pull from his beer.

“You realize you owe me a beer now, right?” he asks, gesturing to the bottle in your hand.

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’ before chugging the rest of Santi’s drink. “I won this fair and square.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “More like ‘stole.’”

“Like you stole my turn, you mean?”

“I didn’t steal your turn.”

“Yeah you did, I was supposed to go first.”

“Says who?” he scoffs, leaning against the pool table.

You pause, your brain sluggishly searching for a response. “The…gentlemen’s code.”

He snorts, eyebrows raising in amusement. “The gentlemen’s code?”

You nod, crossing your arms defiantly. “Yeah. You know, chivalry or whatever.”

“Right,” he says softly, mischief in his eyes as he saunters over to you, invading your personal space. “And who said I was a gentleman?”

There’s a heat flickering in his eyes as he holds your gaze, a small smirk on his lips. You swallow thickly, unable to look away, the spicy scent of his cologne making you feel lightheaded.

“You want another round?” a voice says suddenly, dragging you both back to reality.

You both jolt, jumping back from each other as if you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing.

“Yeah,” Santiago says, nodding at the waitress. “Thanks.”

She nods distractedly, scribbling something on her notepad as she heads back to the bar.

The dull thud and subsequent clatter of a dart bouncing off the wall brings his attention back to you.

“You gotta be kidding me,” he says, watching unamused as you randomly toss darts at the board.

“What?” you scoff, clutching the remaining darts to your chest.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

“What do you mean? I’m playing darts.”

“No, you’re throwing darts. Playing implies that you have some kind of game plan or general knowledge of the rules.”

“Oh. Wow, I am so sorry. Please teach me, oh, Master of the Darts.”

He scoffs. “If I thought you were even remotely serious, I might consider it.”

“Who says I’m not serious?”

“‘Master of the Darts?’”

You shrug. “What? It’s a better nickname than ‘Pope.’”

The waitress returns with two more beers, setting them on the high top next to Santi. He thanks her, covertly slipping her a few bills as a tip.

“Hey,” you say, bringing his attention back to you. “How come I don’t have a nickname?”

He chuckles, twisting off the top of one of the bottles and handing it to you. “What are you talking about?”

“You and Will and Benny and Frankie all have nicknames. How come I don’t have one?”

He gazes at you in silence for a moment, opening the other beer and bringing it to his lips. You’re pouting, leaning your elbows on the high top.

“Half a minute ago, you were going on about how stupid my nickname was.”

“It is,” you say matter-of-factly.

Santi laughs, coughing a little as he chokes on his beer. “Then why would you want one?”

You twist your lips, putting your hand up to cradle your chin. “Better to have a stupid nickname than no nickname at all.”

He contemplates this for a moment and then nods. “Fair enough. Want me to give you one?”

You scoff, taking a pull from your bottle. “I don’t want a pity nickname, Garcia.”

“Better to have a pity nickname than no nickname at all,” he teases, raising his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes at him, biting back a smile. “Whatever.”

He chuckles, taking another pull from his bottle.

The night continues, and so do the drinks, the alcohol making you both klutzier and even more giggly. On your third round of darts, Santi takes it upon him to correct your (apparently) improper form when your dart bounces off of one of the framed photos on the wall and you dissolve into a fit of laughter.

“C’mere, I wanna show you something,” he slurs, waving you over as he takes another swig from the bottle in his hand.

You roll your eyes with a huff, but humor him nonetheless, shuffling over and giggling again when you trip over nothing. He waves you over again, this time more impatient and makes a weird flourishing motion with his hands when you stop in front of him.

“Turn around,” he clarifies when you simply gaze at him in confusion, and you sigh again, doing as he asks.

You wait, facing the wall with your back to him. After what feels like an eternity, you turn to glare over your shoulder at him. “Any day now, Garcia.”

He scoffs, moving closer to you, so close he can feel the warmth of you through his clothes. He cups your elbow and moves your arm so you’re holding it at a 90-degree angle. Your hand with the dart is up by your head and his fingers are gentle as they shift yours, changing your hold around the dart. Your skin is smooth and soft and suddenly he wishes he could trace every inch of it. He pushes the thought away, grunting when you fight him a little, chuckling at his frustration; the sound sends a pleasant shiver through him. When he’s satisfied, he releases you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder.

He leans in closer with the intention of matching your eye line, but instead ends up with his nose against the side of your neck, the intoxicating smell of you invading his senses. The urge to drag his nose along the shell of your ear is so strong he almost gives in, his breath ghosting over your skin. Instead, he halts, taking a step back, suddenly far more sober than he had been a moment ago.

He looks up at the sound of his name, your face concerned as you gaze at him over your shoulder. “You okay?”

He nods, running a hand through his curls. “Yeah, just, uh…got a little dizzy.”

You turn toward him, now even more concerned. “Do you wanna sit?”

He shakes his head, smiling slightly as he waves you off. “Nah, I’m good. We should probably call it night though…it’s late.”

You study him silently for a moment, swaying slightly, before nodding and blinking at him blearily. “Yeah. I’m tired.”

He smiles, grabbing your arm as you trip over nothing again. You snort, winding your arm around his and laying heavily against his shoulder. “Take me home, Pope.”

Santiago grunts, stumbling a little at the vice grip you have on his arm, and moves to leave, throwing a few bills onto the table as he walks by. The night air is cool and crisp, sobering him even more, making it hard to ignore how good you feel pressed against his side. You both walk in silence, his brain replaying pieces of his night with you.

“You’re quiet,” you say, eyeing him suspiciously when he turns to look at you.

He forces a smile before looking ahead of him again, afraid he’s going to trip over something. “Just tired, like you said.”

You nod, sighing as you lay your head against his shoulder. “I could fall asleep right now, to be honest.”

His lips twitch, his actual smile threatening to spread across his lips. “Don’t let me stop you.”

Your shoe catches on a crack in the sidewalk and you stumble a little, pulling on Santi’s arm and throwing him off balance. He grunts, and you giggle, somehow leaning into him even more than before. When you’ve both found your footing, he shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips.

“Let’s get you home, you trainwreck.”

Thankfully, your apartment isn’t far and you both make it safely to the door without further incident.

“Sure you don’t need help getting up the stairs?” he asks, that crease between his brow deep with concern.

You shake your head absently, your eyes trailing over the rest of his face—his strong brow, stately nose, chiseled jaw, and plush lips…

He’s talking but you’re not sure what he’s saying, completely caught up in how gorgeous his face is. Is it weird that you want to touch it? Probably, you decide, yet still you can’t help but imagine whether his scruff would feel scratchy or like velvet against your fingertips. What would his lips feel like if you dragged your thumb across them? Would his chin feel as sharp as it looks if you cradled it in your hands? You want to know, need to know, the desire to touch him overtaking every thought or impulse in your brain until you finally say—

"I like your stupid face.”

He pauses, taken a little aback at the admission. After a moment, he snorts, brow furrowing as he chuckles. “Uh…thanks?”

“It’s just so stupid,” you continue, trying to make sure he really understands. “It’s so…I like it. Can I touch it?”

Santi chuckles again, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “You…wanna touch my face?”

You nod, chewing your lip as you step a little closer, devouring him with your eyes. He swallows thickly, your suddenly ravenous gaze causing something warm to pool in his gut.

“Can I?” you ask again, your voice soft, like a whisper.

He shouldn’t, shouldn’t entertain this, especially with the state you’re both in right now, but damn if he isn’t curious to see what happens. So he nods. You smile at him almost dreamily and reach up with both hands to cup his cheeks. Santi’s breath catches a little at your touch, and it takes everything in him not to completely melt into it.

His stubble is a tad prickly against your palms, yet somehow still soft as you swipe your thumbs across his cheekbones. It tickles in such a delightful way; you can’t help but smile. Santi’s lips part as you gently caress his face, drawing your gaze to his mouth. His breath puffs against your skin as you drag your thumb over his bottom lip, unconsciously pulling your own between your teeth. It’s so soft, so pillowy. Your finger catches a bit of his stubble on one of your passes over his lip and your breath catches, the combination of soft and sharp sending a shiver through your body. Suddenly, you wonder what it might be like, how it would feel, to have his lips pressed against yours, his five o’clock shadow scratching against your skin. What would it feel like elsewhere? Against your neck, perhaps or…between your thighs? Unable to stop yourself, you lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek, your eyes fluttering slightly as the hair on his face tickles your lips.

You swallow thickly as you pull back, your skin warm, heart beating wildly in your chest. Santiago’s eyes are heavy, pupils wide and dark as he stares at you, your hand still on his face. You sober a little then, shaking your head slightly with a breathy chuckle as you release him and step away.

“Well, uh,” you say, clearing your throat as you awkwardly shove your hands in your pockets. “Goodnight then, I guess.”

Santi can’t find the strength to do much more than nod, his mouth still slightly open as he watches you walk up the steps that lead to the front door of your building.

You wave before you head inside, cringing a little at yourself as you turn away, hoping he won’t remember any of this tomorrow.

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darleneh · 1 month

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Alastor x F!reader pt.1

Word count is unknown I don’t feel like putting it in the word counter website.

I’m Watching

TW: Suicide, mentions of sex but no smut.

Summary; You tell your friend about some ‘man’ who creeps up on you at night!

“He only comes out at night.” You told your friend. You were telling your friend about how some creepy ‘boogeyman’ comes out at night and just.. talks to you. That’s all he ever did, talk to you then he’d put you to bed. He was careful with his touches, you told your friend everything and she was just shocked to hear it. “Does he.. ever do anything you don’t like?” She asked you, worrying about if the creepy man ever did stuff without your permission. “Well, watching me when I’m asleep is one thing I don’t like. He doesn’t like, touch me horribly or anything. More of him touching my shoulder, my face, or my arms. That’s all.” You explained, blushing to yourself at the thought of him touching you in other ways than just friendly ways.

“Good.. but shit, if I had a creepy man in my house watching me at night shits gonna go down.” She giggled, which made you giggle. “He’s cute, like his voice and such. He’s just attractive in general. Maybe you could stay the night and you can meet him.” You winked, punching your friends arm lightly as she kept on giggling. “No. I don’t wanna interrupt it.” She sighed, recovering from laughing. “Eh, we don’t do anything. He just calls me a ‘friend’. Y’know, he calls me darling a lot. It’s cute.” You swirled the cup in your hands, then drinking out of it.

“Darling? Is he British?” She started full on laughing, kicking her feet in the air as she laid back laughing. “No, he just has a radio voice. He told me his name was Alastor and that he died like a hundred years ago. Oh! We should go see if there are any records about him online.” You say, jumping up from your seat and grabbing your laptop. Sitting back down, the two of you huddled around the laptop and searched. “Alastor radio host 1900’s” is what you searched up on google. The first thing that popped up was, “Newspapers about Murderers in the 1900’s.” So, you clicked on it and went searching for his name.

Finally finding something, the headlines said, “Murderer in New Orleans found dead while burying a body.” The both of you read the newspaper article and it showed a picture of him when he was alive. Black and white. “Jesus Christ, he’s fucking hot.” Your friend blurted out, drooling at the picture of the murderer. “We’re both sickos if we’re finding a murderer cute.” You giggled, your friend also giggling. “Hey, it’s okay. He’s dead.” She shrugged, scrolling down to read more about the man. “Alastor Hartfelt.” You read outloud, looking at the picture of him more.

“Maybe I could talk to him about this if he comes around tonight.” You said, turning off your laptop. “Do it, and tell me ALL about it.” Your friend turned to look at you, smiling wide. “But, I’m gonna go home now. Alright?” She got up, and you waved her off. “See ya.” You say, going on your phone. After awhile of mindlessly scrolling you got up and got ready for bed. Taking your melatonin which never worked, you laid down.

After a few minutes with your eyes closed and waiting for the static to come along, you heard it as always. You instantly opened your eyes and shot up, looking around the room for your demon crush. He came along, shadows lurking in the corner then morphing together to form the man you had a crush on for quite some time. “What’s up, Alastor the murderer?” You giggled at your choice of words, locking eyes with the man standing in the corner of your room.

“Weird choice of words.” He says, walking to the bed and sitting on the edge, looking at you. “Weird, sure. But I know who you are.” You brought your chin to your hands, cupping your face. You were slouched. “Do you? What do you know?” He asked you, cocking his head to the side. “Well, Alastor Hartfelt, you never told me you were very much a cannibal back when you were alive. You were a murderer, you got shot while burying a body in the forest, blah blah blah.” You scoffed, smirking at Alastor.

His smile only widened at your choice of words, “Where’d you find this information, darling?” He asks, shifting his body to be more pointed towards you. “The internet, you wouldn’t know what that is since you’re so… old.” You laughed, covering your mouth as you made eye contact with him once again. “I’m not THAT old, my body is of a thirty something year old man.” He rolled his eyes, gripping his Caine.

“A ‘thirty something year old man’ is eight feet? Sure.” You used your fingers as quotation marks to emphasize what you said. “I didn’t chose how tall I was, or how I looked like when I joined hell. Though, Lucifer, the man himself is much shorter than you.” He grinned, which made you laugh. “Really? The most powerful man of hell is short?” You snort, laying back. “Yes.” He nods, looking down at you laying.

“Is hell really that bad?” You blurted out, turning to your side and looking at him, pulling the covers over your shoulder. “Not at all! Though I’ve only gotten used to it.” He says, not showing his teeth anymore, but still smiling. “Of course YOU have. But, if I went to hell, is there anyone nice enough?” You ask another question, he thought about it. “Yes! There’s a few, it’s a hotel. I came up with the name myself, it’s called ‘Hazbin Hotel’ Charlie, the princess of hell, runs it and wants people to be redeemed. But there’s no such way of going into heaven after being sent to hell. It’s just some silly little dream she has.” He says in a playful voice, thumbing the radio part of his staff.

“I’d join if it’s a place to stay, IF I go.” You smiled at Alastor. “I can protect you if you end up in hell.” He says in random, his eyes narrowing towards your lying body. “Really?” You sit up, smiling wider. “Yes, but there’s a price.” He grins, placing his hands on his knees. “What is it?” You questioned. “Well, in exchange for protection in hell, and perhaps in the living world, you’ll give me your soul.” He says.

“Really? That’s it?” You raise an eyebrow, and he nods. “Yes, so it’s a deal then?” He brings his hand out, for you to grab. “..sure.” You place your hand in his, and he has a firm grip, everything turns green, green light surrounds the two of you. The lights happen for a few seconds before fading, and with your hand in his, you couldn’t control yourself as you pulled him close to you for a kiss. It was random, sure, but you found this very.. horny? If that was the right word.

He leans in to your soft kiss on his lips, and soon enough you’re below him with him nipping your neck.

— LATER (sorry I’m not in the mood for smut rn ahahahaha)

You woke up naked the next day, you were naked, and your body was aching. “Fuck, what even happened?” You ask yourself outloud, turning over and seeing someone sleeping next to you, facing away. You jump out of bed, hitting the floor. Your bare ass hitting the floor made the pain from your thighs ache even more, and the impact made a loud noise too. The man sleeping next you woke up, he shot up and looked over the bed to see you rubbing your head from how hard you fell.

“Alastor? Why’re you in my bed,” you asked, finding a shirt next to you and putting it on to cover yourself up. He didn’t answer, instead he moved away out of your sight. You looked down at your inner thighs, and they were filled with bite marks. Your eyes widened at the realization, “Holyyyy shitttt.” You touched the marks, which burned. You heard someone walk next to you, it was Alastor. He was fully clothed, “Seems you woken up on the wrong side of bed.” He held out a hand for you to grab, in which you did.

“Go get some clothes on before I depart.” He orders, walking out of the room and going somewhere in the house. You got dressed, putting on a bra, some clothes, whatever. You walked out of your room and sat down on the couch, Alastor joining you. “If I died right now, would you go to hell and find me?” You asked him. “No I wouldn’t now, since I own your soul you’d be sent to the hotel. In my room.” He explained.

“Oh. Would you let me go? Like, what are you gonna do with my soul?” You asked again. “I’ll summon you when needed. But, I may keep you around.” He admits. “Okay.” You answer, looking down at your hands. “Uhm, you can go now.” You shoo him off, so he leaves, turning into shadows and disappearing. You got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. You grabbed a knife and grasped the base, placing it to your neck, you tightened your neck before moving the sharp blade against your neck. Blood spilled out, and all you could see was red.

end of part one haha

#alastor #hazbin hotel #idk how to tag this #alastor x reader #oneshot #hazbin alastor #im sorry #yuh #alastor smut

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noria-sweetie · 1 year

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Wally x Reader - An Unforeseen Friendship pt.5

GO BACK HOME? | GO TO NEIGHBORHOOD!!

Part 1 - Part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - You

It was late at night, and Wally was out like a light in your bed. He was wearing your large white shirt as a nightshirt. You were sitting in bed next to him, your pillow propped up behind you to make it more comfortable. Your laptop was on your lap, it was open on Google. 'Wally Darling' was typed into the search bar. You scrolled for a few minutes, not seeing anything special. You shook your head, moving the mouse cursor in front of the W and you click, opening up the search bar.

You typed in 'Who is Wally Darling'. You pressed enter, and still, you didn't get an answer. You sighed, sitting back against your pillow, you bit on your thumbnail, gnawing on it in thought. You stared at the screen, thinking of what else to type in, you looked over at Wally and you stared at him. He was deep asleep, his little toy apple in his hand cuddled under his chin. You look up, and a light bulb lit up on your head. You backspaced the words and you retyped a new search engine.

'Wally Darling Puppet' you typed in, and searches popped up. You scanned through them, and you came across something that caught your eye. 'Welcome Home 1969 TV show'. "1969?" You whispered, it was the first thing you saw with a date. So you clicked on it. A newspaper-like article popped up, the title. 'WELCOME HOME!! THE COLORFULEST TV SHOW OF THE CENTURY!!' It read in all cap bold words.

You read through the article, gathering up info about the 49-year-old show. The show was created on October 11th, 1969. The colorful show was created by Ronald Dorelaine. We got this blessing of a show due to him receiving unexpected help from a new company known as 'Play Fellow Workshop'. It's dominating the Saturday-morning time slot!! Children everywhere love this adoring show. Around every corner, you'll see a boy or girl with a cute toy from the show. My own daughter begged me to get her a Julie Joyful doll, she just loves that dress!!

Your eyes scanned over the words, you opened up your digital notepad on your laptop and wrote down every name you came across. So far, all you had was:

Notepad note pink

Welcome Home - Name of show

Ronald Dorelaine - creator of the show

Play Fellow Workshop - Main Company

Julie joyful - Doll?

The article continued on, explaining what the show was about. This colorful show follows the daily lives of the residents of the neighbors in this friendly little neighborhood!! The children can learn, laugh, sing, and even get some exercise in as they help Eddie Dear deliver the packages.

Your eyes widen, you highlighted the name 'Eddie Dear' and you stared at it. 'Eddie... that's the name Wally called me earlier.' You thought you re-read the sentence, your eyes widening. 'Deliver the packages.' ... like a mailman... you stared at the screen, your world almost stopping as you tried to wrap your mind around the whole thing. You placed your hand over your mouth, not in fear but in thought. You went to your notepad and you added the name to your list.

Notepad note pink

Welcome Home - Name of show

Ronald Dorelaine - Creator of the show

Play Fellow Workshop - Main Company

Julie joyful - Doll?

Eddie Dear - Mailman

You continued to read, becoming invested as hope sparked in you. The kids can even get a chance to help develop their eyesight as they help Frank Frankly look for butterflies to catch. They learn how to identify certain foods with Howdy Pillar at his 100% OFF SHOP!! So far my daughter's favorite character is Poppy Partridge, her motherly love and colorful feathers just catch her!!

You froze. 'Poppy Partridge, the first name he called me, back in the car... he said I reminded him of her.' You thought, your heart raced, half in fear and half in excitement. Fear, because you had a living walking time capsule in your home, and excitement, because you were getting answers. You were becoming invested, and at an alarming rate too. You added the names.

Notepad note pink

Welcome Home - Name of show

Ronald Dorelaine - Creator of the show

Play Fellow Workshop - Main Company

Julie Joyful - Doll?

Eddie Dear - Mailman

Frank Frankly - Butterfly Catcher?

Howdy Pillar - Shop Owner

Poppy Partridge - Motherly

Your eyes scanned over the words, gathering more information. Julie Joyful is just a doll!! She loves playing games, and she likes playing hide n seek with her friends!! The Girls just love her!! Barnaby Bangel Is my favorite!! He's rather relatable, you know? Plus, he's man's best friend!! I just love this colorful show, it just catches everyone's attention of all ages!! YOU JUST CAN'T IGNORE IT!!

'Man's best friend... he must be a dog then.' You thought as you added the newest names.

Notepad note pink

Welcome Home - Name of show

Ronald Dorelaine - Creator of the show

Play Fellow Workshop - Main Company

Julie Joyful - Happy Girl

Eddie Dear - Mailman

Frank Frankly - Butterfly Catcher?

Howdy Pillar - Shop Owner

Poppy Partridge - Motherly

Barnaby Beagle - Dog

You went back to reading, excited to learn more. But we can't forget our little star Sally Starlet!! She's literally a star!! HOW ORIGINAL IS THAT!? She teaches the children that Imagination is very important!! AND THE HOUSE!! IT'S ALIVE!! I don't know about you, but I'd be fearful if I saw giant eyes in my home!!

You stared at this, you've seen this home. In Wally's drawing. 'Does Wally miss these characters?' You thought. 'I'm sure he does... but what is he doing here? It's been years since this show came on.' You thought, trying to understand the non-existent science behind it. You sighed, it was late, you should sleep. You looked down at the time, seeing that it was 11:57pm. You were usually asleep by 11:30pm. You clicked on your notepad, adding the new names.

Notepad note pink

Welcome Home - Name of show

Ronald Dorelaine - Creator of the show

Play Fellow Workshop - Main Company

Julie Joyful - Happy Girl

Eddie Dear - Mailman

Frank Frankly - Butterfly Catcher?

Howdy Pillar - Shop Owner

Poppy Partridge - Motherly

Barnaby Beagle - Dog

Sally Starlet - Star

Home - Wally's Home?

You sat back against your pillow, closing your eyes as if sleep was trying to pull you under. 'I can't sleep now, I only have a little bit left... I just need to make sure.' You thought. 'I need one more bit of proof.' You thought, determined, you opened your eyes, and you went back to reading. But we haven't even gotten to the true excitement of the show!! Wally Darling Himself, you're best friend!! He follows the viewers, learning with us as we go along with him and his friends on their cute adventures in this small but friendly neighborhood!!

You smiled, feeling accomplished. "I did it." You whispered. You went over to the notepad and clicked it, pulling up the notes your eyes widen at what you saw.

ᏇᏂᎧ ᏗᏒᏋ ᎩᎧᏬ?

ᏇᏂᎩ ᏗᏒᏋ ᎩᎧᏬ ᏖᏒᎩᎥᏁᎶ?

ᎴᎧ ᎩᎧᏬ ᏁᎧᏖ ᏝᎥᏦᏋ ᎷᏋ, ᏁᏋᎥᎶᏂᏰᎧᏒ?

ᎩᎧᏬ'ᏒᏋ ᎴᎧᎥᏁᎶ ᏖᎧᎧ ᎷᏬፈᏂ.

Ꭵ ᎴᎧᏁ'Ꮦ ᏝᎥᏦᏋ ᎥᏖ.

ᏰᏋ ᎧᏰᏝᎥᏉᎥᎧᏬᏕ.

ᏕᏖᎧᎮ ᏝᎧᎧᏦᎥᏁᎶ.

ᎥᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᏇᏗᏁᏖ ᏖᎧ ᏦᏁᎧᏇ.

ᏖᏂᏋᏁ ᏗᏁᏕᏇᏋᏒ ᎷᏋ.

๓א Ŧคש๏гเtє.

ภєเﻮђ๒๏г.

You stared, your eyes scanning over the text, your screenshot the distorted text on your screen and you blinked. The message... it's gone.

Notepad note pink

Welcome Home - Name of show

Ronald Dorelaine - Creator of the show

Play Fellow Workshop - Main Company

Julie Joyful - Happy Girl

Eddie Dear - mailman

Frank Frankly - Butterfly Catcher?

Howdy Pillar - Shop Owner

Poppy Partridge - Motherly

Barnaby Beagle - Dog

Sally Starlet - Star

Home - Wally's Home?

You read over the message, not believing your eyes. You suddenly got the chills, feeling as if someone was looking at you. You looked around your room, for once glad that you had the bathroom light on. You quickly typed down Wally's name, adding it to the list, you started the tab as a favorite and you shut down Google. You saved your notepad and you quickly shut down your laptop. You placed the laptop next to you on your bed, too scared to put it on the floor.

You stiffly slid down, your eyes scanning the room the whole time before you drifted off to sleep. The feeling of something watching never leaving.

Came the next morning, you were never more grateful for the sun. You were drinking coffee at the counter, your laptop opened in front of you, and Wally was at his little table, coloring in his sketchbook, he was coloring something, occasionally looking at the TV when he heard some commotion. You sighed as you looked down at your laptop, placing your cup down, you clicked on your 'File Explorer' folder, opening up your saved documents and pictures. You went to the tab called 'Screenshots' wanting to properly read over what you saw.

It was the first inner folder saved. 'Untitled' was the name of it. You clicked on it, and your jaw dropped, the screenshot you saved, wasn't the picture you took. It was normal.

Notepad note pink

Welcome Home - Name of show

Ronald Dorelaine - Creator of the show

Play Fellow Workshop - Main Company

Julie Joyful - Happy Girl

Eddie dear - Mailman

Frank Frankly - Butterfly Catcher?

Howdy Pillar - Shop Owner

Poppy Partridge - Motherly

Barnaby Beagle - Dog

Sally Starlet - Star

Home - Wally's Home?

You stared at it, your eyes dancing over the screen as you tried to wrap your head around it. "What?" You whispered as you tried to understand it. "I know what I saw last night." You said, remembering the distorted text. You sighed, "This is insane... I'll never know what it said now." You said, highly annoyed and slightly scared. The feeling of eyes came back and you shivered. You looked around, not seeing anything. You looked at Wally, he was watching TV, and Bert and Ernie were on. He had a big liking for Burt.

You took your laptop and you went to the couch, leaving your cup behind, as the feeling of being watched became stronger. You sat on the couch, the feeling never leaving, and in a last-ditch effort to feel normal, you closed the file altogether, and the feeling left. Your heart raced as you stared at your screen. Missing the fact that Wally's tense shoulders relaxed, he went back to coloring.

GO BACK HOME? | GO TO NEIGHBORHOOD!!

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reallyromealone · 10 months

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Hi Rome I hope your doing good and drinking water

Can I ask for prompt 2 and 22 with ran if you don't do both at the same time then just one of them is fine

Make sure to take your time

Event

Masterlist

2. The A.C goes out

22. Mermaid

Y'all love Mermaids

So do I ♥️

Fun fact my first anime was mermaid melody

In Bonten it was rare to have time off for a long period though the executives had opportunity at least a few times a year.

Though Ran wasn't impressed that the air conditioning in his beachside house was broken, far to late to call a repair man as the only repair man in the small town was an old man and his son and occasionally the grandson.

Ran noted how indoors were somehow hotter than outside, the executive decided he would make use of his private beach and after soaking his hair in the sink and grabbing a few towels and a bottle of wine he walked down.

Stripping down to nothing he stepped into the cool water, sighing at the feeling as he walked waist deep before looking out at the wide expanse of the ocean and the person swimming in the dis---wait what.

Ran was frozen as he saw the person swim around and he swears to god he saw a tail.

Then he saw nothing.

(Name) was curious as he looked at the human, going below to swim closer.

He never really interacted with humans, his siblings often went to land to work and such but (name) was shy to follow their lead.

He watched the human curiously and was maybe twenty feet away as he poked his head out, the human looking startled as he looked at (name) wide eyed "holy shit" he mumbled and (name) tilted his head and ran noted how cute the sea creature was.

Ran was in awe at the- the mermaid! Holy shit!

"Hi..." Ran mumbled as (name) swam closer "hiii..." He said back, ran in awe.

Mermaids weren't unheard of, treaties with humans and merfolk long developed but he didn't think he would ever meet one as merfolk were either reclusive or very well in disguise.

"What's your name?" Ran was fascinated with the other, (name)s tail on full display and ran was in awe at it, it was huge and honestly beautiful.

"(Name)" (name) said slowly and ran smiled.

This became nightly, Ran adored the Merman who was so innocent compared to those in his life, smiling as (name) poked his tattoos, never seeing anything like that before.

"O-oh thank you" ran said as (name) handed him a large salmon, a bite mark in it from (name)s hunt and (name) looked very proud of his catch.

After a Google search it was apparently in mer culture to share hunts with members of ones pod or mates.

Ran loved being with (name), no longer Bonten executive in the mers eyes but his new friend who (name) was fascinated by, ran learning (name) never really interacted with humans.

"Oh?" Ran was confused as he was handed a scale by (name), the scale seemed to match (name)s as the mer looked shy and ran pulled out his phone to see what this meant.

"Oh...oh!" Ran was flattered by the mer, it was a traditional way of courting someone in merfolk culture.

He wanted ran to be his boyfriend the human cooed to himself.

"I accept your courting"

(Name) looked very happy and went under water before popping back up with a necklace, putting it on and ran was in awe at what he witnessed.

One moment he had a tail.

Next he had legs.

"You wanna come inside? Enjoy that salmon?"

Ran had a feeling (name) was only going to provide him happiness.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #summer 2023 event #summer event 2023 #ran x reader #ran haitani x male reader

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I understand! (Twisted wonderland characters x reader)

《Characters》: Vil, Rook, Azul, Kalim

《Summary》: You have trouble understanding the language everyone speaks in Twisted wonderland to communicate with eachother, causing you resort to say things in your mother tongue, but to their suprise they can understand you.

《Note》: So, I used google translate for every language exept German- uhh Vil is german, Rook french, Azul dutch and Kalim Arabic. Also whole Twisted wonderland talks Japanese. (Also it's only canon that took speaks French, the others are just headcanons!)

Vil Schoenheit:

Vil probably noticed immediately. He had come to notice that a lot of people tended to struggle pronouncing his name, but you got it right on the first try and the way you pronounced it was quite familiar to him.

Though he wasn't completely sure until he heard you mutter it during class, while you were mentally searching for a way to say what you meant. "Kann ich das Glas da haben?" (Can I have that glass over there?)

Vil looked at you nodding. "Hier bitte."(here) He answers and you smile. "Dankeschön!" You say, not even noticing Vil had answered you in your mother tongue.

You continue to try understanding the lesson, writing down words you are familiar with to make a sense out of everything. Vil looks at you tilting his head, an idea had just popped up in his head.

"Wenn du willst kann ich dir Japanisch beibringen." (I can teach you japanese if you'd like) Vil offers and you snap your head towards him in suprise, now having finally grasped that he indeed had talked german. "Wirklich? Das währe nett!" (Really? That would be nice!)

Turns out Vil was better at teaching than duolingo. Because of his strictness you even learned a lot in a very short time, though you thought it was okay.

During that time, you and Vil got closer, because of the language you and him had in common. It's not like that language was spoken rarely, but it was special that even someone from a different world spoke the same language as you.

"Hey! Lieblingsmensch, wie geht's dir?" (Hey favorite person! How are you?) You exclaim hugging Vil. He didn't remember when it came to the point that he allowed you to do so, or the fact that he needed to smile every time you crossed his mind, but he liked that. You teasingly winked and Vil couldn't help but chuckle

"Gut. Und die geht's dir mein Liebling?"(good and how are you my dear?)

Rook Hunt:

When you first heard Rook speak French you felt like a wonder had happened. The first day arriving at Twisted wonderland had already been tiring since you rarely understood a word.

"Rook!" You run towards the blonde haired male that looks at you in confusion.

"Vous parlez français, n'est-ce pas ?"(You speak french, right?) You ask and Rooks eyes widened in surprise. He looks at you with a content smile. "oui je le fais" (yes I do.)

You sigh in relief upon hearing that. Maybe you finally found the perfect opportunity to learn Japanese. You look at Rook again.

"Pourrais-tu m'apprendre le japonais ?" (Could you teach me Japanese?) You ask looking at him with hope glittering in your eyes and Rook agrees with a content smile on his lips.

The next few weeks are packed with Rook trying his best to teach you Japanese and you finally understanding what is happening around you, even gaining the opportunity to converse with the others.

But even outside of those lessons you and Rook spend a lot of time together, spending the whole day talking in French. The both of you become surprisingly close.

"Bonjour mon cher! comment va ma personne préférée au monde ?" (Hello my dear! how is my most favorite person in the world doing?) You tease Rook with a smile, something you started doing a while ago. Rook smiles at you.

"Je vais très bien ma chérie !" (I am quite alright my darling!)

Azul Ashengrotto:

You had been warned by multiple people that making a deal with Azul is a bad idea, but he was the only person that could help you. You struggled with understanding people in twisted Wonderland and after hearing Azul speak Dutch, you recognised that maybe, just maybe you would be able to do something against that problem.

"Azul! Help me alsjeblieft Japans te leren! Ik teken zelfs een contract!" (Azul! Please help me learn Japanese! I will even sign a contract!) Azul blinks at you, hearing you speak Dutch for the first time, he had expected everything from you, but not that.

Azul agrees, making you sign a contract. To his suprise you could read everything on the contract and agreed to the terms that you would work in mostro lounge.

Your Japanese wasn't the worst, but you seemed to have a lot of trouble understanding and speaking. Well at least you were good in writing it.

Soon Azul started to find himself longing to spend time with you even outside of those lessons. He loved talking to you because you were quite a pleasant person to be around.

After a while you started to jokingly flirt with him, though it wasn't sure if Azul understood that you were joking, or you were actually joking. "Hallo mooie jongen! hoe was je dag?" (Hello pretty Boy! how was your day?)

Azuls face flames up before he smiles slightly.

"Geweldig! Hoe was het met jouw parel?" (Great! how was yours pearl?)

Kalim Al-Asim:

This was troublesome. You didn't understand a word of what Trein had said, or anyone else for that matter. You sigh, before hearing Kalim speak in a language way to familiar to you. You walk towards him.

"kalim? hal tatakalam alearabiatu?" (Kalim? You speak Arabic?) The white haired boy turns his attention towards you with a smile. He knew you usually didn't talk that much, mainly because of your accent. But he was surprised to hear you speak his mother tongue.

"naeam 'afeal!" (I do!) You clap your hands happily after hearing that, asking him to teach you Japanese. Kalim probably isn't the best option, but you trust that he wouldn't try to use that to his advantage.

You and Kalim start studying together and much to Kalims suprise he also gets better in school as teaching someone else made him actually grasp what's happening on the worksheet.

You also get often invited to party's by Kalim, simply because he wants to spend more time with you and you accept, becoming closer to the white haired male.

After a while you have a full understanding of Japanese not needing to be reached anymore, but that wasn't the end to your dates with Kalim. The though of you decide to do other things together.

On a long carpet ride you look at Kalim with a smile.

"shkran limusaeadatik ya klim, laqad jaealat hayaati almadrasiat 'afdal kthyran". (Thanks for your help Kalim, you made my school life a lot better.)

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(Alright, so this was fun! I mean I only really understand what I have written and German and the few pieces of french my brain is able to understand. Wich means I have no idea if google translate handed me some bs translation in some cases. I actually wanted to use the official arabic writing, but Tumblr didn't let me! But I hope you'll enjoyed this anyway!

-Uni~☆

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #vil schoenheit #kalim al asim #rook hunt #x reader #unistwistedwonderland #I just had to write it you know

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This is the process‼️

the actual final thing is here 😺

this fucKing bass

Aaaaaallsooooooo

All this text is made with the tool that transforms your voice and whatever you're saying into text so don't expect this to have sense in too many ways okay?

Okay so this is part of the process that I end up making cuz there was a bunch of trial and error in this process because whenever I was doing like the front the front the front and the thing I was getting a little bit confused cuz I was having too many ideas at once and it didn't work out as you think it will but at the end I end up like merging some of those ideas into one and end up looking pretty good that this is the stupidest sketch of how it was looking at the beginning in the terms of the title and stuff

Now the bass that instrument took so long to get it right cuz listen I end up studying technical draw in architecture and if I see something that doesn't have the right perspective I'm killing myself

So of course I was going to get into technical details with creating or drawing the bass

And also in the first parts you can kind of see how it was at the beginning like the colors and stuff trial and error yada yada yada

And I end up making some color arrangements cuz I want this to be bright and stuff and I didn't want this to be pale or look a little bit weird I wanted to have the right contrast

And also talking about contrast you can see the pictures in black and white that's because I wanted to get rid of the contrast and I didn't want something to not pop up right using the wrong colors so that's why there's black and white pictures yes

And also as I know that @aziraphalesbookkeeper favorite color is green cuz I asked that in the ask box I end up placing a bunch of green and several places in the complete piece or the complete render

And also yes the thing that Google was wearing it was going to have some pins with like some flags or whatever and that didn't make up to the end because I was tired and I was lazy and I didn't want to do more things in the jacket

In for the boots I end up searching on Pinterest several things regarding I don't know ehhh Punk boots or something like that and at the end of the day I end up just getting in genshin to look at my wriottesley and admire or have a treaty view of some boots that are similar to the things that I wanted to draw

And also talking about the boots yeah there is not that many things on the boots and I end up getting lazy and tired of drawing details on the boots but it wasn't worth it at the end of the day

And also in the part of Hugo's pants I was thinking into creating like this patches that punk pants end up having with some band names or something embroidered into them cuz that looks cool and I think it matches his personality in some sort of way and I kind of did that it doesn't look that much in contrast with they're saying something his pants but they're there and that's what it matters

I tried okay I tried

Also another little detail in the part of the front I was just searching for several inspiration on rock or metal covers for albums and stuff and I didn't find much of inspiration into that but then I look into some posters and stuff like that and that was just a boost of inspiration and that's why the fronts in the thing end up going from whatever you see on that thing that has like pngs of a scrap of papers and something is already in some kind of text of a chat cuz I remember that in the story both of them end up talking on chat and stuff

On my head it was looking right but then I put it into the actual canvas and it was looking like shit to me so that idea was a scratched and he didn't make it up to the end hehe

And I think that settled it and that's it basically for all maybe I will read all this shit later and find out something that I missed but that's it

#rambling rambles of rambling #creative process #???????#don't expect much from disposed in terms of grammar and sense overall #Nick is probably my accent is too thick for this tool that transfers words talking words into writing words #okay it seems that yes my accent is too thick sometimes #hey if you see a word that doesn't have any kind of sense in whatever I was saying?writing?#dont quote me on that #vat7k #varigo

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Spot me - Dark!Gym!Ari Levinson x Reader

A//N: Do I know how a gym works? No. Did I google it? Yes. Where my search results effective? Absolutely not.

Warnings: Stranger sex? (Kind of, reader and Ari only just met when they get groovy), little!reader, mention of age regression, daddy kink, manhandling, degradation, mean!Ari, READER BLUSHES SO MUCH AND IT IS FUCKING ANNOYING (but like its Ari Evans who wouldn’t blush), non-con/CNC and dub-con, dumbification, manipulation, pain kink, blood kink, VERY ROUGH SEX, size kink, somnophillia kink, Pervy!Ari, implication to stalking, misogyny

Word Count: 3.2k

Dark!content under Ari <3

‘Screw getting your life together. Screw drinking water every day. Screw getting off your ass and screw going to the fucking gym!’ You cursed to yourself as you pushed the doors to your local gym open, unintentionally scowling at woman who was leaving.

You walked to the front desk and plastered a fake smile at the clerk standing behind the counter, “Could I have locker, please?” You asked, she looked up and raised an eyebrow, “Do you have a membership?” She asked, you looked around the desk cluttered with flyers and business cards, “Nope.” You popped the ‘P’, “$10 per hour with additional to use the showers.” She told, you nodded, “Great. Can I pay at the end?” You questioned, “Yeah sure, just take a key. One sec.” She tapped an earpiece and her demeanour immediately changed into an overly enthusiastic one while she walked away.

Your eyes rolled in annoyance, not at the clerk but just at the whole ordeal, ‘what were you thinking?! You didn’t know how to work out!’ You internally stomped your feet like a child having a temper tantrum, you grabbed a key and begrudgingly made your way to the locker room.

You almost got lost by going past the locker room but was redirected by a sign that said ‘Office of Mr Levinson’.

After packing away your bags and only keeping your, headphones, phone and water bottle out, you ventured out to where you could hear music playing a people grunting.

The sight of a mat class met you first and you quickly rushed past. Next there was a pilates studio; that would be a no. Finally you came across a large room with several people working out on their own, ‘at least this one wasn’t a class’ you sighed and pushed the door open.

Choosing you first exercise carefully, you decided a treadmill would be easy, ‘It’s just running! That can’t possibly be too hard!’ Boy were you wrong. After only 10 minutes on the treadmill you felt like you were dying, pressing multiple wrong buttons just to get it to turn off.

You hopped off and grabbed your water quicker than ever, God, you’d never been so grateful for water in your life.

“Oh sweet saints. I will never say another bad thing about you again.” You panted, laying back on the carpeted floor, you knew you looked like a fucking weirdo but you were in agony.

Recollecting yourself, you made your way over to a weight lifting machine, you cocked your head to the sighed in confusion before leaning down to try and pick it up but before you could even get it off the ground you heard a loud thud a few feet away and looked up to see a burly man jogging towards you.

He placed his arm on your lower back and quickly took the weight away from you, “You’re gonna hurt yourself really bad if you do that.” He warned with a laugh, you looked up and were met with an incredibly handsome face, you blushed.

“Oh…I- um- I didn’t know.” You mumbled, he laughed again, “Clearly.” HIs joke made your lips quirk into a shy smile, the man gestured to the dumbbell, “you want me to show you?” He offered, “Could you? It’s my first time at a gym or anything and I don’t really know how all these fancy things work.” You sighed, taking a step back so he could alter the weight.

You looked down as he removed several weights from the ends, “You would’ve broken you back if you tried to lift these!” He teased, you giggled and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

After fixing the settings, the man stood up again and you took a step forward, “So, instead of holding them from the top, try grip them from underneath. It might make it a bit easier for you.” He explained, you curled your hands around the metal bar, “Like this?”, he nodded and removed his cap before standing behind you.

You almost gasped when you felt his hands on you hips, “There you go…and just kick your legs apart a bit- hey! You got it!” He positioned you just right and grinned when you did what he asked, “Now you try lift it.” He told, you tried to pull put instead squeaked as the weight toppled you forward.

Closing your eyes for impact you were grabbed by the wrist and pulled back to standing.

“So 50kg might be too much for you.” The blue eyed man thought, your eyes widened, “that was 50kg?! I was so close! Wow I must be like Hercules or something!” You exclaimed, patting yourself on the back, your new found friend laughed and so did you.

Once he stood back up to his full height, you moved once again towards the weight, “So how much is this?” You asked skeptically as you positioned yourself in the way he did for you before.

“I changed it to 20kg so just try that.” He told, you bit your lip and lifted it, a gasp escaping your lips when you got it up to about thigh height, the man stood behind you and reached his muscular arms around to help you lift it further.

With his help you could hardly feel the weight but still, it was an accomplishment.

You both placed the weight down and you clapped your hands, “Thank you so much, Mr…” You fished and he smiled, “Ari. Call me Ari.” He finished, you grinned brightly, “Thank you, Mr Ari.” You teased, bowing your head slightly, causing him to return your grin as he put his hat back on, “Not a problem, doll.” He winked, beginning to walk away, “My names Y/n!” You called after him.

If only you could see his little fist pump in the air.

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You were so fucking done. You just wanted a cold beverage and a long fucking nap, you decided as you exited the washroom, bag slung lazily over your shoulder and hair in an absolute mess.

As you finished paying the clerk, a familiar blue eyed man walked past you.

“Ari! Hey! Wait up!” You called, jogging after him much to your bodies dismay, he turned around and smiled, “Y/n! Hey, peach. How was the rest of your workout?” He asked, you blushed at the pet name, “Honestly I don’t get how people can do that everyday.” You threw your head back with a whine, Ari laughed, “You just gotta get used to it and y’know it’s really not that bad. You just gotta have the right motivation.”

He leant down to your ear at the last word and pointed to an ice cream parlour directly across from the gym, “Now that is genius business.” You commented, practically drooling at the idea of cold ice cream on a hot day.

There seemed to be a silent agreement between you and Ari as you both made your way across the street. Ari pushed the door open for you and you both stepped into the cool air conditioned parlour.

“Really, Ari? Another girl? Gotta be kidding me, man. How do you always get the hot chicks?” The cashier complained, ‘he must be a regular’ you thought, “Ha ha. Very funny, Sam. Now do your job.” He rolled his eyes, Sam laughed, “Just the usual right?” He guessed only to get a nod in return.

You couldn’t seem to decide…

“You should get the strawberry and cream.” Ari whispered in your ear, making you jump at the close proximity, you nodded quickly, eyes scanning for the one he was talking about. On finding it you pointed at the cashier, “This one, please.” You gulped slightly, not liking social interactions.

After both getting your ice creams you went to reach for your wallet but Ari was going first, Sam threw his hands up, “So now you pay? Guess there’s a first time for everything!” He huffed, Ari nudged him, “Come on, man. Not in front of the girl.” He teased, looking down at you playfully.

The door was opened for you by Ari and you ducked your head again in thanks.

“Your nice.” You blurted, he looked down at you, licking his ice cream already, “Yeah? What makes you say that, sweets?” He hummed, you shrugged, “You help me out. You pay for my ice cream. That’s nice.” You told, ‘God he felt terrible for what he was gonna do to you….not.’

When you didn’t get a response and only a continuous stare, you looked up and smiled as you finally began to eat your ice cream.

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The two of you had been so caught up that you hadn’t even noticed how far you’d walked until the familiar street where your apartment lay.

“My apartments just in here if you’d like to come in. It might not be too clean but it’s a shield from the sun.” You suggested, “You know people usually don’t follow strange little girls into their apartments but what’s a sweet thing like you gonna do?” He mused, unbeknownst to him you were blushing madly.

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You fumbled with your keys before unlocking the door and stepping inside, “It’s not anything fancy but it’s the best I’ve got.” You mumbled, letting him inside.

His eyes wondered around the colourful apartment as he dropped his gym bag to the ground, “It’s cozy.” He told, plopping down on one of your plush sofas, “You think?” You blushed hopefully, pressing your hands together, Ari smiled and nodded, “S’cute. Jus’ like you, button.” He winked.

You covered your face with your hands and turned away from the tall man.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You asked, trying to distract yourself with a domestic task, “I’ll have a coffee, thanks, peach.” He replied, now taking his shoes off and setting them by the door.

You had tried to stop drinking coffee a while ago since you’d decided you wanted to get your shit together, so you’d asked one of your taller friends to put it in a top cupboard…one you couldn’t reach.

Chewing your lip, you tried to stand on your tiptoes to reach it and managed to only skim the shelf with your fingers.

Suddenly, you felt a grip on your waist and looked up to see Ari, he reached the coffee down and placed it on the counter, “Oh- thank you.” You blushed again, turning to face him, ‘fuck he was tall’ you gulped, realising your weren’t even shoulder height with him.

He smirked, “Where’s the bathroom?” He asked, you cleared your throat and tried to step back, only to run into the bench, ‘god you were such a klutz’ you winced, “Through there.” You pointed to a small door just off the main hall, he smiled, “Thanks, doll.”

As you were banging your head on the kitchen counter, you heard Ari call out, “Hey peach? What’s with all the stuffed animals?”, your eyes widened and you quickly ran to your bedroom, “No! Um- Nothing! Here let’s go, your coffee should be done any second!” You tried to drag him but his large frame didn’t even budge.

He pushed past you and moved to the bed, seeing that everything was either pink, with animals or both.

You blushed, ‘I think I’ll just die now.’ You thought, wanting nothing more than to wake up from this horrible dream, a sexy godlike man had walked into your life and was now snooping in your most private space.

“Has it got a name?” Ari’s voice snapped you out of your daze and you saw him holding one of your penguin stuffies, “That’s um…his name is…” You couldn’t seem to get it out, too embarrassed with the truth.

Ari tugged your hips and only now you were almost level with him, ‘how fucking tall is this man?!’ “I asked you a question, angel. It’s polite to answer.” His voice was cool and commanding.

“That’s Mr Waddles but he’s not my favourite.” You finally said, he hummed and placed the penguin down again, “Which one is your favourite?” He asked and all embarrassment flew out the window, replaced my giddiness and excitement.

‘Ari wasn’t judging you! He was just interested!’ You thought happily as you skipped to the other side of the bed.

You picked up your favourite white bunny with a pink bow, “This is Mrs Snuggles. She’s my favourite because we can play dress up.” You explained, handing it to him, “be careful.” You added.

He examined the stuffed toy, “Mrs Snuggles is very lovely, button, but how bout’ you show me your dress up costume?” He asked, you blushed and shook your head, “Can’t show you that one.” You told, Ari raised an eyebrow,, “Why’s that, angel?”, “Cause that would be bad. Not meant for guys to see.” You muttered.

Ari picked up your rabbit toy and moved it animatedly, “So Mrs Snuggles gets to see but I don’t? That’s not very fair.” He faux pouted, “Well Mrs Snuggles is a girl!” You explained with a giggle.

He gave you puppy dog eyes and you sighed, “You gotta sign the pact of secrecy.” You crossed your arms defiantly, he sat up against your headboard as you went to reach for Mrs Snuggles, he shot forward and planted his lips to yours.

You tried to step away but he pushed you back on the bed, hovering over you, “Ari- no… What are you doing?” You breathed, trying to push him away, “You think any guy wants to hear a slut talk? Here’s a lesson for you, sweetheart. The only good thing about you is your holes. And if you ever forget that- well, you won’t, because I’ll be here to remind you.”

His harsh words made tears form in your eyes as he began to tear your gym clothes off, somehow ripping the lycra in half/

“Dumb baby. Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to let strangers into your home?” He mocked, finally reaching the layer only covered by a bra and panties, you squirmed and shook your head as you sobbed, Ari tutted, “Thought you were nice.” You sniffed as he brushed your hair back, “You thought wrong, button.”

After losing so much energy in fighting Ari while he stripped you of your clothes, ‘I should just give in… It would be much easier, letting him use me until he’s satisfied, then he’d let me go…right?’ You thought.

Ari noticed you stopped fighting and smirked proudly, “What a good little slut. Knowing her place.” He mused, “Just please…be gentle.” You begged softly, h kissed your forehead sweetly, “No.” his fingers entered you with such force that it hurt.

You’d had sex before, but not like this. The first time was awkward but your parents always told you that sex should feel good…this didn’t.

Screaming bloody murder, Ari sighed and grabbed your rabbit stuffie and shoved part of it in your mouth as a gag, “You know, baby, if you’re quiet then maybe I’ll make it feel good for you.” He nodded along slowly, pouting cruelly in the process,.

A sob bubbled out from behind the rabbit as you nodded slowly, “Gonna be quiet? Let me use you like my own dolly?” Ari asked, slowly easing up the rabbit and placing it to the side comfortably when you didn’t scream, “P-please…hurts, Ari. Hurts so bad…” you whimpered, “S’gonna hurt a lot more when I put my dick in you so you’re lucky I’m even giving you prep.” He hissed.

Your hands squeezed the soft pink sheets, “What do you say, baby?” He pressed, you closed your eyes tighter, “Thank you, Ari.” You whimpered, he entered another finger into you and continued to prod places you knew they shouldn’t.

His other hand comes down between you both as he moves to kneel before you, thinking you’d be able to escape you quickly shoot up but before you can even stand Ari has you back underneath him and you’re hitting his chest with your fists.

“Get off me! Please!” You cried hoarsely, tears now flowing freely, he scoffs and begins to undo his belt, “Was gonna be nice and treat you good but after that you’re lucky I don’t fuck your ass.” He spits, tying your wrists with leather.

Now having easier access to his own pants, Ari slips them down his big thighs along with his boxers.

He removes his shirt before climbing over you, he slaps his dick on your face in a degrading way, “You thought my fingers hurt, poppet? My dick is bigger than your whole head. You’re gonna be sore for weeks.” He threatened, you whined and tried to move your hips.

Ari moved back down your body and positioned himself at your entrance, ‘god he was gonna split you in half…’ was your last conscious thought before he rutted into you.

“S-s’too big…gotta…you-“ Words incoherently fell from your lips, “See, honey? This is how girls like you are meant to be. Dick drunk and babbling.” He smirked.

‘Ok so. Maybe it wasn’t that bad’

“Daddy- hhhgn- fuck.” You didn’t mean to let the words slip but the he was so fucking big and it hurt so fucking much, “Daddy, huh? Tell me who your daddy is, little girl. Scream for you daddy.” Ari taunted, now snapping his hips brutally against your own, his pubic hair chafing the skin around your thighs.

“H-hurts, daddy…” Your voice softened as your head felt light, Ari kisses your tears away, rubbing his beard hairs over your cheek in the process, “I know, baby. But you looks so pretty bleeding for me.” He moves a hand between you two and picks up some of you blood of your clit, making you shiver and convulse slightly, he scoops it up and begins to paint it on your tits, “so fuckin’ pretty…”

His voice trails off as the world goes dark.

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You wake to a warming sensation in your abdomen as well as an excruciating level of pain, you go to cry out but are muffled by blonde hair covering your senses.

Tuning back into the real world you hear panting near you ear, “Ari…” You mumbled, lids still heavy, he doesn’t even look at you as he sits up, pulling his cock from you along with what felt like half your organs.

As soon as his shaft left your body, you curled up and hugged yourself, feeling hurt and violated, “Taste that, honey.” His hand moves between your legs again and he swipes more of your blood mixed with yours and his come.

Gave me so many good orgasms while you were asleep. Such a good cunt.” He whispers, pushing his fingers past your lips as you taste the vile mixture, “Thank you, daddy.” You garble as the tears cloud your vision.

A proud smile overcomes Ari and he kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you again at the gym, ok, honey? My office is just behind the womens locker room.” He winks, gathering his clothes and leaving the room.

‘Did he own the fucking gym?’

*Mario theme* WELL FUCKERS THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY. I kinda wanna do a series out of this like @balenciagabucky did with midnight train because it’s like my favourite fic series ever.

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CFWC Writer of the Month - Aug 2023: ao719

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @ao719. We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

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How do you want to be known on Tumblr? Anitah

1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?

I first started playing in June 2018. The Royal Romance was the first book I played, and I got hooked from the end of the first chapter. At the time, they were midway through releasing TRR book 3, so I binged books 1 & 2 and finally caught up on the day of the wedding, where the chapter ended with the attack at the boutique. Then I didn’t know what to do with myself because it was the first time I had to wait a week to find out what was going to happen.

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

Finding Tumblr was a complete accident. I was googling something really dumb about Liam and TRR and happened to stumble across a link for a fic on Tumblr. At the time, I didn’t know what Tumblr was; I’d heard of it but had no idea what it consisted of. The fic I came across was around 40+ chapters, and I was in my glory reading this angsty story about Liam, but it wasn’t finished, so when I reached the last updated chapter, I was like, “I need more.” So I opened Tumblr and searched for more Liam fics and found a trove. I lurked for another month or so before finally making my account in September 2018.

3- How did you pick your blog name?

I wish I had some good story for it, but it’s the most basic thing, lol. It’s just my initials and a significant date. I think if I came into the fandom with the intention of actually doing something with the blog, I would have tried to come up with something a little more clever and creative, but I had zero intention of doing anything but reading. I thought about changing it a few years ago, but when I learned that I’d have to relink everything in my masterlist, it didn’t seem worth the hassle.

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!

It’s from the day TRR 3 ended and it’s about how I was sad that it was over but was glad that I had all these stories to read.

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

I’d never written anything until I joined the fandom, so I’ve only been writing for almost five years now. The thought of writing didn’t even cross my mind when I joined the fandom, but within a couple of weeks of making my blog, I had a random idea pop up in my head, and for some reason, I decided to write it down. A few days later, after talking myself out of posting and then talking myself back into it, I bit the bullet. For me to post a story that I wrote was entirely out of my comfort zone. I’m pretty shy and tend to be more of a wallflower, so I don’t usually put myself out there, especially like that, and I’ve never been someone who does something where I intentionally set myself up, knowing there is a very good chance that I will fail. And social media on any platform can be a pretty intimidating and terrifying place when you open yourself up, especially to strangers, even by way of posting a measly little fanfic. So to say I was terrified of posting that first fic is an understatement, but I’m so glad that I did.

6- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to write about?

The Royal Romance will always be my favorite. It was the first book I ever played and was the only one I played for well over a year (I just kept replaying over and over and over until @cocomaxley convinced me to give MotY a try, which I fell in love with). It’s my comfort book. And like every book, it definitely has its flaws, but I love it and the characters so much. And TRR is my favorite book to write about. Liam will always be my number one guy.

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were writing it today?

The first fic that I wrote was I Dare You. It’s not an all-time favorite of mine, but I like it well enough that I wouldn’t change anything about it.

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

This is tough because I have a few that I love for different reasons, but I think Always You will always be the most special to me because it was the first series I wrote that I can truly say I poured my whole heart into. I love that story, and I love the history between Liam and the OC, their bond, and their relationship.

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but found could use a little more love?

When I decided to start Hopeless Hearts, I didn’t think it would be received any differently from most things I’d written before. It was an idea I’d kept on the back burner for over 2 years prior to writing it because I didn’t think it was anything spectacular or out of the box. It turned out to be my most well-received series, and it became one of my personal favorites as well.

I don’t think anything I’ve written has left me feeling as though I wished it had gotten more. I’m still surprised to this day that anyone wants to read anything I’ve written at all, so any love that my fics get is beyond appreciated.

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Angst (but with a HEA). I love putting my characters through the wringer before giving them that happily ever after they deserve. Whether I’m reading or writing, there’s something about feeling the pain and longing they’re going through that gets me emotionally invested. I think that’s why I love the second chance romance trope so much, too. It’s a really versatile trope, but there’s a lot of room for angst in those kinds of stories because of that established history between the characters and a past that tore them apart the first time around.

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

I think I sprinkle a little bit of myself into all of my MCs/OCs. It’s usually something small like a favorite food, a hobby, certain mannerisms, etc. I think the one that I’ve added more of myself into than any other and can relate to the most personality wise would definitely be Charlotte.

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

I struggle with all of it here and there, and I’m constantly questioning whether something makes sense, if it’s flowing together, if it’s too descriptive or not descriptive enough, etc. I think the one area I most consistently struggle with is deciding where and how to end because I always want to leave my chapters with a cliffhanger or if I’m finishing something for good, I want to give it the ending it deserves.

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

I have quite a few that are unfinished that I know I more than likely won’t ever pick back up, mostly because I just lost my mojo for them, but there are definitely some that I want to finish. I’d really like to get back to Past Meet Present one day. I don’t even remember why I got off track with writing it, and it’s been at least two years or more since I last updated it 🫣 so I’m not sure if anyone would even still be interested at this point, but I’d really like to finish that along with Breaking Point and Us Again.

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

No. Maybe. I don’t know, lol. I try to be a “never say never” kind of person, but writing is something that I’ve done for almost five years that literally no one in my real life knows about. Not my friends, not my family, not a single soul. It’s like my dirty little secret. And it’s a little tough because it does get lonely sometimes when you have something that you love doing so much but you just feel like you can’t share or aren’t ready to share that part of yourself with even those closest to you. I’m a pretty self-conscious person, and posting on here where I can hide behind a screen is hard enough; I get nervous and have a good spike of anxiety every time I post something, no matter what it is. I don’t know if I could handle someone who knows me personally even knowing that I write, let alone actually reading something I’ve written. I’ve got the bubble gut just thinking about it 🥴

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

I’ve been lucky enough to talk to and befriend some amazing and talented people in the time I’ve been here who I’ve certainly looked up to when it comes to their writing talents. And there are also those writers who I got to know after I’d been writing for a while that not only continued to inspire me with their amazing stories and talent but who also became a huge support and really close friends. They were and/or are always willing to brainstorm, look over snippets, help in those moments when I’ve been extra critical of myself and feeling very unsure, and/or have just been the absolute best cheerleaders and constantly supportive and encouraging to not only me but others as well. I don’t want to make a list because I always end up forgetting someone and I don’t want to leave anyone out, but anyone that fits that bill above, you know how much I love and appreciate each one of you.

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

I’d say either Always You or Hopeless Hearts for a movie. Series I think Full Disclosure with some Charlotte shenanigans would be pretty fun 😂

17- Do you write original fiction?

I haven’t. I’ve been asked a few times about whether I’ve thought about turning a couple of my series into original stories, but I just don’t think I’ll have the confidence to ever do it 😬

18 - What other hobbies do you have?

I do photography. I love calligraphy and making hand drawn quote signs on wood or canvas. I love to read — I’m currently in my fantasy girl era and have been obsessing over the ACOTAR series for months, lol.

19 - What’s your favorite emoji?

I use so many to express myself in conversations that I think it would be hard to pick just one. My most commonly used ones: 💀 😂 🥲 😬 😍 🥴 🥹

20: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).

I just want to thank CFWC for working so hard to help keep this fandom active and supporting everyone here.

To anyone who’s taken any time to read my stories and interact with me in any way, I appreciate it more than I can say.

This place has been such an escape for me over the past (almost) five years, one I’m still very much in need of. So, whether you’re a content creator, writer, artist, reader, whatever the case may be, whether we’ve interacted before or not, thank you for what you’ve done to help keep this fandom alive.

#choices fic writers creations #cfwc writer of the month #playchoices #choices the stories you play #writer of the month #ao719 #august 2023 #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic

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gnabnahc-143 · 8 months

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Love is what we make of it pt.2 | L.K

Pairing: Lee know x reader

Summary: you knew love with him wouldn’t be easy but you never knew you’d break so fast, now living in a new city, months after your heavy decision, you start to realize you couldn’t love anyone else.

Genre: hurt/comfort, childhood friends to lovers, angst, fluff

wc: 4.0k

Song suggestion: Someone to stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Notes: I couldn’t help but model the couple with semantic error cause I love that show but here is a part 2 cause I couldn’t just leave it at that. Thank you @antoniorhinothethird for the request, I hope you like it <3

Part 1

Music blared as heavy lights blinded you, too in your own head to move along the bodies crashing against you. It had been months since your departure, impulsively moving to a new city as you couldn’t handle the memories that flashed around whilst doing daily chores, just hoping one day all aspects of who you were would burn because thats the only remnant left reminding you of what you had let go. There is not a moment of the past that you could remember without him, whether it was as friends or lovers, all your life you thought he’d be the only constant, and yet here you were trying to cling on to the memory of his voice as it started fade. You knew with a quick google search, you’d easily be able to hear it again, but you thought you didn’t deserve that.

Now in a sea of people with your new-found friends mingling against you, all eyeing different people they hope to take home, you found it impossible to do the same. Your heart has only ever beat for him, even during your school years as you and minho both attracted your own line of suitors, never once did you look at them, keeping your eyes on your supposed best friend. Looking back you wondered how you both never noticed that fact, that no matter what, your eyes never strayed and neither did his. Yet only after decades of knowing each other, and a small fluffy creature came into your lives, did your relationship grew. You chuckled bitterly at the thought, maybe if you had the courage to make the first move, the relationship with a man you considered your first and only love could have lasted longer, living only for a few months.

‘Not a even a year and I already broke’ you thought, cursing yourself for hurting the man you’ve always loved.

Suddenly you felt the atmosphere suffocate you, desperately needing an escape. “Hey, I’m gonna get another drink” you shouted over the loud music, yelling the statement aimlessly to any of your friends but it seemed to fall to deaf ears as they were too preoccupied eyeing their targets for the night. Rolling your eyes you decided they wouldn’t look for you anyways, hastily shoving your way to the quiet-in-comparison bar. You waved at the bartender to order another drink whilst your thoughts continued to consume you.

“Penny for your thoughts” you heard someone mutter beside you

You sucked in a breath as the man beside you seemed to pop out of nowhere, he was extremely good looking, you couldn’t lie, his figure was tall with broad shoulders complimented with a soft yet chiseled face, his monolided eyes holding a certain kindness that made you almost consider pouring your heart out to him.

“Just a lot on my mind” you replied, smiling tightly, hoping he’d take the hint that you were unavailable…even if you unhappily were

“Who better to let it out on than a stranger, you’ll know I won’t snitch since I wouldn’t know who to” he chuckled “plus if you think this is a coy plan to hit on you, I promise I do have a boyfriend who is currently in the toilet but I saw you look troubled and couldn’t help but see if you’re alright” At this point you were desperate for another opinion, as all your friends currently on the dance floor who had heard about the break up had replied with a generic “it’s been months, men are shit, lets go clubbing to take your mind off it”. So you caved, thinking about where you should start when suddenly you heard a blunt voice speak beside you

“He's gay” a shorter man had said wrapping his arms around the taller man beside you, his eyes glaring at you thinking you had been the one to approach his boyfriend. Chuckling the other man ruffled his hair, “I approached her baby, she seemed in distress” he replied “don’t mind him, a bit of a possessive one he is”

“It’s okay, I think its cute, I could use two opinions if your ears are still open” you replied

“Try us?” the shorter man said seemingly understanding the situation quickly, his face now softened as he noticed the blankness in your eyes.

“It’s been months since I broke up with my boyfriend and I am suffering every moment of it” you chuckled, though it soon died as tears came up to your eyes as you retold your story, starting from your childhood up to the break up. Tears were streaming down your face by the end of it, “I just-, the minute I turned my phone back on I got hundreds of messages from him, from his friends, and I- I knew I regretted it, and that even years forward when I find another man to love- If I find another man to love. One word from him and I’d think about it, think about leaving everything for him, and god it hurt to know that I caused him so much pain in just one moment that I couldn’t bare to see his messages. So I blocked him cause any thought of messaging him comes with multiple reasons to stop myself, one including the fact that I hurt him, I don’t deserve that kind of comfort…I loved him so much, I still do and I don’t think I’ll ever stop but although I loved him first, I also think that someone could love him better. God now I'm crying to two strangers about it” you laughed bitterly.

Both of the men looked at each other, eyebrows furrowed thinking of a response to help ease your sobbing self. The shorter man came to rest his hand on your shoulder carefully, nodding to his boyfriend. He told me to come with both of them to take a breather. Now as we sat on the dirty ground of the clubs alley, me inbetween them with a bottle of water, my tears finally dried and my hiccups quietened.

“You alright now?” the taller one said with a comforting smile, his hand rubbed your back as you nodded.

“Okay then let me tell you something, I know how you feel, me and sangwoo started off on a very rough start” they both chuckled, you catching on to sangwoo being the shorter man next to you “to be fair to him, I was an annoying menace trying to get back at him for making me stay back instead of graduating, but as we became friends and work partners, he was…well difficult to read” the man teased

“Hyung” sangwoo whined “I just…my emotions were all over the place and yet I was also showing none of it, I admit I played push and pull, until one day I pushed it too far and it almost led to us never happening and him moving to paris. I was so dead set on the fact that I couldn’t ruin his career and that I could push all of these emotions down and one day move on…but I realized I couldn’t and well he knew”

“I was never gonna leave him, I just made it seem like I was and that gave him the push to finally let him love me. The point is, sangwoo was just like minho but if I had never shown a discomfort in the way he treated me, acting as if he had no feelings for me, then we would’ve never happened” the still unnamed man smiled at his boyfriend “I’m not saying to run back to your guy or that your decision wasn’t completely valid- because it was, but from what I can tell from your story, you’re still in love with him and you shouldn’t push it all down because you think it’s whats better for him. At the end of the day, you never know, it might've been whats WORSE for him”

“Yeah I thought I knew what was better for Jae-young hyung but I ended up being wrong, I realized that, now we’re the happiest couple I know with a succesful game design from that one little project” sangwoo smiled comfortingly “Give it a think at least, if you truly think this is whats best for the BOTH of you, then try to let him go but I think all three of us know, none of this is doing you any good”

You looked at both of them feeling a sense of relief for a surprisingly genuine response, different to everything you've heard recently, finally smiling genuinely for the first time in this whole night. “Thank you both of you, I'll think about it” you replied.

Both of the men smiled at you and you felt you finally gain true friends in this new city, “do you have a ride home? I don’t think you should be driving in this state” Jae-young asked worriedly.

“I’ll probably just walk, my place is pretty near” you replied, smiling to ease his worries.

“We’ll walk you home then? Unless you’re too uncomfortable with that?” Sangwoo added on.

“I’m not uncomfortable nor do I think any of you would hurt me but It’s just across the street and a walk alone might help me with my thoughts” you answered “but if you guys don’t mind can I have your numbers? I feel like we could be friends and I could text you when I’m home safe to ease your worries”

“That’d be great! Here put your number in my phone, jae-young forgot his” Sangwoo rolled his eyes as he handed you his phone, texting you when he saved your number to make sure you had his.

Waving them goodbye, you started your walk back to your apartment, your thoughts running wild to the point you hadn’t noticed when you arrived. Shrugging of your jacket and shoes, you checked your phone to text the guys that you had arrived home safely, when you saw what Sangwoo had texted to save his number.

Unknown: Even from just your stories I could tell he loved you too, at the very least give both of you closure. Just a thought :) - Sangwoo

Your thoughts ran rampantly, you knew he was right, you thought calling him was an option that was least cruel but thinking back ignoring minhos cries might’ve been more cruel than not hearing them. You sighed as you decided maybe the first step to knowing what to do was checking how he was going, you saw a video from an interview around the time of your breakup when you hesitated.

‘Fuck it, I need to hear his voice anyways’ you thought, finally clicking on the video. As it played you noticed his quietness, how his eyes seemed consistently glossy, playing with his fingers the whole way through. He was never good at showing emotion and yet throughout this 10 minute video you could read every single one of them. You watched countless of videos of him after that, each one showing that he was never the same, over time obviously he had become more talkative, the smiles and jokes returning, but the spark dulled and your heart hurt knowing you had caused that.

At that moment, you heard the pitter-patter of small feet, turning your head to see your fluffy grown kitten moving its way to your lap, now feeling a sense of deja vu. ‘He needs closure’ you thought firmly ‘I need closure’.

One month later…

It had been a month since your revelation, you wanted to talk to minho, you needed to, but considering you had broken up through the phone, it seemed cruel to try to fix it the same way. You knew he was currently in Korea, but he was also in a different city, so you started slow, unblocking him and stray kids hoping that maybe he still tries to contact you. Ofcourse considering it had been months, he doesn’t, so you had settled with reading their messages from before you blocked him.

Loml <3: Please y/n just listen

Loml <3: I love you so much, I can show it just please give me another chance to

Loml <3: Answer my calls…please?

Loml <3: I dont know if you’re sleeping or just ignoring my texts but I’ll always love you y/n, and I’ll wait life times for you back.

Felix: y/n? Are you and hyung okay? He isn’t coming out of his room :(

Seungmin: don’t tell him I texted you but you need to check on minho hyung

Chan: He’s not doing well y/n, please text him back

Countless of other messages from him and the boys plagued your mind for the whole month. You heard a knock on your door, you rushed to open it knowing who it was.

“Sorry we’re late” Sangwoo said whilst smiling, you smiled back and ruffled his hair you went to grab your luggage as you headed out to the car outside. You had become quick friends with the couple, they became a source of comfort in the city your other friends couldn’t provide. As you told them your decision to get closure, they supported you the whole way through, helping you through the decision to the end even now coming with you to the city you used to live, prepared to help you through any heart break to come. To be honest you also knew they took this as an opportunity to have a vacation but you digressed and was just happy for the company.

After hours of road tripping you finally arrived at your hotel, ofcourse getting your own room to avoid disturbing the couple. As you got ready for bed you heard your phone ding with a notification, you went to check your phone your eyes widened as you saw who it was.

Han: I know you probably still have us blocked but I really do hope one day you come back…

You stilled, shocked that any of them had texted, you were always close to the boys and had been sad to lose them too when you had broken it off, but what had always scared you was the thought that they probably hated you. Resenting you for breaking their members heart. Before you could reply his texts continued.

Han: OMG YOU UNBLOCKED US???

Han: I thought I’d give it a shot but I didn’t know it would actualy send

Han: unless you got a new number and now I’m texting a stranger, shit that would be awkward

Han: Whoever this is I can see you reading this

Han: REPLY?!?!

Y/N: Hi Jisung…

You were awaiting his reply when instead you saw him calling you, hesitating on whether or not you should answer, you decided you had to know whether or not minho was still living at your old apartment anyways and thus you clicked on ‘accept’ putting the phone to your ear and immediately regretting it.

“IS IT ACTUALLY YOU!” you heard jisung shout over the phone, flinching at the volume. “Yes it is me- before you say anything please don’t tell minho yet” you replied speaking quickly as you knew all to well what the boys next move would be.

“And why should I do that?” he said back, you could feel his tone shift to a serious yet soft tone “He’s still not over you y’know, you broke his heart and as much as I’d like to believe your this cruel person to break up with him over the phone for no reason, I know you better than that and I know you had your reasons. It doesn’t stop me from wanting him to be happy though”

“I’m back in town Ji…I want to give us closure, I want to talk to him. But I have to do it in real life and I know if he knew he could text me he would, I want to be the one to come to him.” you replied. Silence took over the call, both of you contemplating your next words. After a minute of it, you decided to break the silence with a question that would hurt your heart to hear any answer.

“Does he…still live there?” you asked

“He couldn’t bare himself to leave, hoping one day you’d come back” he answered quietly “I always thought he was crazy but now I guess he was right”

“I’m gonna go there tomorrow. I don’t expect him to take me back but I thought that at the very least we both need closure” you said. The call quickly ended after that, he told you good luck and that he was sure Minho just wanted you back but that didn’t ease your worries. You finished getting ready for bed, hoping to sleep your worries away, getting ready for the next day ahead knowing, no matther the outcome, tears would be shed.

The next day came quicker than you’d like as your sleep was restless, stirring in and out of it due to worry. You took a shower and got ready for the day trying your best to keep your worries at bay, checking your phone you saw messages from your friends and Han all wishing you good luck and to text them when its all over. You smiled as you saw Han’s message, truly missing the friendship you had with the boys.

Now walking to what used to be your shared apartment you thought over each possible outcome, he could accept your apology and take you back or he could listen to it and accept closure but reject your advances to get back together. The most dreaded outcome being if he slammed the door upon seeing your face. Trying to calm your thoughts you thought back to what Han said, hoping he was right, that Minho still loves you, the way you still love him. Once again your running thoughts made it so you failed to notice that you were now standing in front of your his apartment door. Breathing in a deep breath you started to knock, covering the peep hole to increase your chance of him even opening the door. After a few moments you heard the door unlock, opening slightly, minho cautiously looked at who it was. Upon seeing it was you his eyes widened, fully opening the door giving you hope as he didn’t just slam it shut.

You looked at him, his hair was messy as if he had just woken up, eye bags heavy you assumed from his hectic schedule, and yet he still looked as beautiful as ever. He remained unmoving, not even blinking, in fear that if he did you’d disappear. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something but no words were said and instead he let out a shaky breath, eyes becoming glossy at the overwhelming emotions. You almost mirrored his expression, your own eyes having tears threatening to spill, words choked up in your throat as you tried to figure out the right things to say as all your previous plans were forgotten, your mind blanking the minute you saw him.

“Hi” was all you could muster, your voice shaking awaiting his response and yet nothing came. His expression remained the same, still not believing you were actually there. “I’m sorry minho-” you decided to continue, wanting to get everything out before he could possibly come to his senses and shut the door, but before you could say anything else he cut you off.

“Don’t.” was all he said, you looked down as you heard that. This is what you should’ve expected, you don’t deserve his forgiveness, hell you don’t even deserve to clear yourself out you thought. Before your mind could go rampant you heard him speak up once again,

“Don’t call me that.” he said, you grew confused not expecting and understanding his words “Don’t call me by my name.” he clarified

Your eyes met, still confused by his words. He continued quietly, eyes unbreaking “Even as friends you’ve never called me by my name, just because we broke up doesn’t mean you can start”

At those words tears started to stream down your face as you saw what you had truly lost or rather what you had let go, a man who even through a breaking of his heart, could still know you better than anyone else. Seeing your tears he pulled you into the apartment shutting the door behind him and instantly welcoming you into his embrace.

“God I don’t understand you, you should hate me, you should’ve slammed the door in my face, you-” he cut you off once again with a hush, petting your hair as he heard your hiccups

“Please” he scoffed “I could never hate you and you know that, you understand me more than anyone has. If anyone were to be sorry it should be me, I know how hard it must’ve been to deal with me and every day I thought back to everything I did wrong and everything I could’ve done to show you I love you the way you deserved to be loved”

“Don’t say that” you replied, shaking your head whilst still tightly in his embrace “I was selfish, I knew you loved me and you did show it but…I was so wrapped up in the idea of a conventional affection, I ignored every sign of your own. Everyday I look back at those moments and I regret everything because you were right, I shouldve said something, and I realize that you promised me to try and yet all this time I never realized how much I needed to. That I never tried to say I wanted more, to even notice your efforts, and I will forever be sorry for that. I love you so much that I thought I couldn’t ask you to change when in reality I never truly wanted you to cause thinking back…you made me feel a love that I know no one else could”

He pulled away, now cupping your face lightly, in a way still afraid this would all be a dream and you’d disappear. His silence was unnerving but the look in his eyes comforted you as you felt that nothing he could say would hurt you if he continued to look at you this way. “Love?”

“What?” You replied confused.

“You said love, not loved. You still- you still love me?” He choked.

“I think I’ll always love you min.” You answered back, eyes unmoving.

“But are you still in love with me?” He broke eye contact looking down at his feet, in sudden fear of your answer

“Yes” you answered shakily “even if I know I don’t deserve to. Even if we both go back to our lives and eventually you fall in love with another person, I would still love you and only you. You’re it min, I don’t want anyone else, and I’m sorry I only came back now to admit that”

“I wouldn’t- I couldn’t fall in love with another person if I tried” he chuckled. “it’s always been you, even as kids it was you” He continued. Now looking back into your eyes you fell deeper into his hold, tears drying as now all you felt was a familiar comfort you knew you could only feel with him. Pressing his forehead on to yours, he recalled his last message to you “and I’d wait lifetimes for you, you know that”

You smiled happily, relishing in the arms of the only man you could ever love. “Give me one more chance to love you?” You asked, quickly wanting to be his again once knowing he still loves you

“If you give me one more chance to show it” he replied, finally meeting your lips, relaxing into the kiss as it had been the final confirmation that this was all real.

Love is what we make of it, and you were prepared to see through conventions to make his love shown, because you couldn’t bear to lose him again, not after knowing what his love actually felt like once decoded.

#stray kids #lee know #lee minho #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids imagines #han jisung #kim seungmin #bang chan #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #lee minho x reader #lee minho x you #lee know x you #lee know x y/n #skz angst #skz fanfic #skz scenarios #skz lee minho

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Allow me to slide this on here, what if the obey me demon brothers had an mc who uh- kind of has a nicotine addiction and is desperately trying to get help. The only problem is they see it everywhere because it's so popular- HHHHH no need to do this, I don't mind :)

Hello, I might not make a part 2 since I'm too lazy unless someone requests it. Bye 😋

And sorry 😅

Thank you for the idea! I'll try my best

(All of this is found on Pinterest so if the original owner didn't post this from Pinterest then idk.)

How do the demon brothers react to Mc having a nicotine addiction

(Found in Pinterest. The account that posted it)

Lucifer

(Found it on Pinterest so idk if the true original art was from Twitter or something.)

The moment he learns about it, he will scold you so badly. Your addiction will turn to dust. Like literally.

Here's is literally what I imagine.

Lucifer: "MC! COME TO MY OFFICE. NOW."

Everyone: "OooOOoOo, someone's in trouble!"

Mc: "Stop acting like kids. You little pieces of shi-"

*later*

*lucifer throws a WHOLE HISTORY of reasons why you should stop using it."

And when you say you can't help it.

Welp, don't worry. You don't need to go to the doctor's for help. Beside your ears. Because, Luci is here! Scolding you every. Single. Time.

One time you tried to talk it out and saying "you look cute when your mad"

(...the pictures says it all)

The people in the background who saw it, and also do it, are also affected. Having nightmares of him beating their ass and scolding them for doing it.

Mammon

(Found in Pinterest. The account that posted it)

He would be baffled. If he sees you doing it multiple times, he just cries little tears saying,

"S- stop doing it! I don't wa- *hic* wanna see you dIeEeEEe!" (The picture is an ex. And also he searched on Google perhaps and see if it's bad and uhh....yeah. he just clicked on one random website and yeah. Imagine the rest)

You definitely took that image and made it stick into your memories now.

Then... an idea 💡 popped inside his head! What happens if he just sells it all? Great deal since it will or might stop your addiction since you don't have it AND! MONEY!! $$$ so now you have a demon who just steals it and sells it.

You just standing there like:....welp, I guess this can help. In a uh...money way. *ching ching*

Levi

(Found in Pinterest. The account that posted it)

Same thing as Mammon. Baffled. Like, excuse me? YOU COULD'VE SPENT THAT MONEY ON GAMES-

(Aggressive much)

He just makes you stay in his room to play games every time there's a free chance. He will even force you to sleep in his room with him.

Not thinking about where you're gonna sleep then it's just awkward seeing that you might have to sleep with him, because he doesn't have extra blankets and pillows. So it depends if you have a bigger or taller body than him then he's gonna sleep on top of you.

Satan

At first, he was concerned but he thinks that eventually, it will stop.

[It didn't.]

*later to our current position*

He would absolutely beat your ass. Get into his demon form and catch you with his tail, (picture is an ex.) Not letting go. If you still somewhat continue it, he will put a temporary curse that whenever you touch it. It. Will. Burn.

Yeah. So his wrath makes your addiction run away. 😋

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angel-ixily · 2 years

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The Scars You Bleed

Pairings: Nick Nelson x male!Reader

Pronouns: He/Him

POVs: First & Third

Fandom: Heartstopper

Requested by: @coffinheartz

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm, depression, anxiety, eating disorders, snot/mucus, B*n H*pe, H*rry Gr*en

Summary: After what feels like a lovely day with his boyfriend, Nick sees something concerning on Y/N's wrist and is conflicted of whether to bring it up with him or not.

“It’s freezing out here.” I said, running my hands up and down my arms. My boyfriend, Nick Nelson looked over and glanced up and down at me. He scoffed in amusement.

“You have got to be joking. It’s 73 out here today and you are literally wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. It can’t be that cold.” He replied, a light smile tugging at his lips. I shrugged.

“I don’t know about you, sir. But you are a walking furnace. You’re always warm.” I made sure to make the ‘always’ stand out. Nick shook his head.

“And you’re always cold. Last week it was almost in the 80’s and you were complaining about it being so cold that you went inside and wrapped yourself in your electric blanket!” Nick picked up a random small purple flower from the grass and stuck it behind my ear. It stuck out through my hair, and I giggled.

“Thanks Nick. I wish I could see how it looks in my hair. I don’t want it to fall out.” I told him, reaching around my head. He pulled out his phone and lifted it up so that we would both fit in the frame. I looked at the camera above us and began to fix the flower so it wouldn’t fall out. Nick stayed silent for a moment, just staring at the camera.

“You look so cute. That flower looks so pretty in your hair.” He spoke. I smiled and looked over to him. I heard a click of the phone camera and I looked up. Nick had a look of ‘oh shit’ written all over his face.

“Delete that.” I ordered him.

“I didn’t mean for the photo to make a sound.” He said quickly as he tried pulling his phone closer to him. I began to try to reach for it. He pulled it closer and tried pushing me away.

I rolled over so my head was leaning over his chest. “Come on Nicholas! Delete it!” I said with a smile. He just shook his head as he pulled the phone up and over him. I reached up to grab it, my sleeve coming down.

It took me a moment to notice the scars, and at that point, Nick was staring right at my arm. I quickly pulled it down. Nick just stared off to space for a moment before biting his lip. My heart began to race nervously. A smile returned to his face.

“Given up, huh?” He asked. I felt relief come to my heart. I crossed my arms to make sure the scars would stay hidden.

“You’re just really impossible in moments like these.” I fake-complained. He scoffed.

“Impossible? What do you mean by impossible?” He asked. I just shrugged.

“Just making up insults, I guess.” I said, turning away from him stubbornly. He laughed and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my cheek and spoke.

“If you really want me to delete the photo, I will.” He mumbled into my ear. I turned my head towards him.

“If you want to keep it, that’s okay. Just don’t show it to anyone else. I looked dumb.” I chuckled nervously. He shook his head in disagreement.

“You never look dumb. I only see that cute face of yours.” He complimented before rolling us both over so that I was on top of him.

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*3rd person POV*

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Nick sat in his bedroom, biting his lip. The image played over in his mind.

The scars on Y/N’s arm.

He just bit his lip, staring off in space. When he finally zoned back in, he looked to his laptop on the left of him. He thought for a moment before picking it up and placing it on his lap.

He went to Google but nothing was in his mind. It was blank. He didn’t even know where to start. He clicked on the search engine, watching the curser blink.

Nick began to type.

'What does it mean if you see scars on someone’s wrist?'

Nick pressed ‘enter’ and links popped up, the first one reading “How To Respond To Self Harm.”

Nick’s heart almost stopped. He had hoped that it wouldn’t be that. That maybe Y/N’s puppy had just scratched him. Maybe even bit him.

Nick slowly clicked on the link. Reading through the passage. The list being; show compassion, respect what the person is telling you, listen, encourage. Things like that. He just pressed his lips together. He felt tears coming to his eyes but he just went back to the search engine.

‘Self-harm’

‘Self-harm scars’

‘Depression’

‘Why do people self-harm?’

‘How to help people with depression’

‘Are people with depression always cold’

‘Signs of eating disorders’

‘Why do people have eating disorders?’

‘Is depression curable’

‘How to get rid of depression’

‘How to help my boyfriend with depression’

Were the multiple questions he asked Google. His heart broke with every question he searched.

Nick slammed the laptop shut and cried into his hands. He couldn’t take it. Y/N had mentioned the fact that, yes, he had anxiety. But he had never mentioned his other mental illnesses. He had never mentioned anything about his scars or battle with self-harm. But a part of Nick knew that if you battled with that stuff, you don’t really tell anyone.

That’s what hurt Nick, though. Y/N knew that he could tell Nick everything, right? Right?

Nick just laid down, grasping onto his pillow, and sobbing harder. He cared for Y/N more than anything else in the world. He should have seen that something was wrong. He should have known that something was wrong. He was his boyfriend! He should have done something. Maybe confronted him about it when he saw them.

He didn’t know what to do at this point. He didn’t want to confront Y/N about it and scare him. He didn’t want to make his lover nervous or anxious. He wanted Y/N to be happy. And Y/N wasn’t happy.

But all those thoughts led Nick to a conclusion. He felt as if it were all his fault.

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*Y/N point of view*

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I woke up to that stupid alarm. The alarm that always made me want to kill myself. Not literally, only on some days it did. But those were the days that I hadn’t been doing so well.

I laid in bed for a few more moments, letting myself wake up a bit. I grabbed my phone off the bedside table and checked the weather. Another day in the 70's. I checked my messages. No new texts from Nick. I pressed my lips into a thin line.

I looked at my dresser, trying to figure out whether or not I had already washed my school uniform. I didn't want to get up, but I decided I wouldn't want to miss out on my form with Nick.

I sat on the edge of my bed and walked over to my dresser. Surprise surprise! I had already worn my school uniform, so I just grabbed some Lysol from the bathroom across the hall, and sprayed it on them so it would smell halfway decent.

I began to take off my shirt and I took another look at my scars. Some days, like right now, I regretted ever making them. I looked at them and just felt pain. Why would I ever do that to myself? Other days...I just felt like I deserved them. I stared at them a bit longer before I put my arm down.

I put on the uniform, grabbed some sneakers, and fixed my tie, before walking down the stairs and greeting my older brother, a university student. He was munching on a piece of toast with some Australian spread that his girlfriend had gotten him obsessed with.

"It's Pride Month, Y/N." He said, swallowing a large piece of the toast. I looked over to him, just blinking.

"And what do you expect I do? Spray-paint my uniform rainbow, get on a rainbow clown wig, tattoo "I love Men" on my shoulder, and start skipping down my street happily to Lil Nas X while wearing drag makeup and stilettos?" I asked him. My brother just smiled, reaching for the class cup beside him to get a swig of his water.

"I mean, I'm not entirely sure how this gay thing works. But that's definitely not what I would be expecting you to do. But tell me if you ever decide to do that, because I need to take photos." He put the glass down and came over to me.

"Have a good day at Truham, bro. Love you." He ruffled my hair a bit, going up the stairs. I rolled my eyes and scoffed amusingly before I walked towards the living room and walked out the door.

Truham wasn't that far from my house, so I just walked. The neighborhood smelled of dampness and the dew spread over the grass. Girls heading towards Higgs passed and waved at me. One girl took it as far as to winking at me. I just gave an awkward smile and kept walking my merry way to Truham.

When I got to the gate, Nick was leaning on the fence, possibly waiting for me. I smiled brightly. He seemed lost in thought. He looked like he had barely gotten any sleep that night. His eyes looked puffier, and he looked truly exhausted. My smile slowly faded. He looked up at me, his face going from the lost puppy look, to a more neutral face. But at the same time, he looked completely heartbroken. Had I done something?

I walked over.

"Ni-"

"I need to talk to you."

I went wide eyed. My heart rate slowly began to increase. My eyes switched between both of his, unsure where to look. He stopped leaning on the fence, walking over to me slowly.

"Uh sure...what about?" I asked. I stopped looking in his eyes and began to shuffle my feet. I felt intimidated. I looked to the ground our feet.

"Not here...Just...meet me in the practice rooms after school. The room that locks you in if you close the door." That's all he explained. He just stood there for a moment, before he turned around and walked towards the school. I stayed there. Just looking at him walking to the school. I looked around me, watching people pass or walk around.

I finally walked towards the school after the first bell.

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Throughout the day, thoughts would appear in my head.

Was Nick going to break up with me?

Did he love me anymore? I mean he loved me yesterday...at least it looked like he did...

What if this was all a plan for Nick to just lock me in the practice rooms?

Hell, not even in form did Nick even bat an eye at what he was going to say after school. He would just talk about whatever. At least that soothes my thoughts a little bit. But they were still there.

I just picked at the skin where my scars were. I stopped when I accidentally re-opened one. The blood soaked my wrist and sleeve, but I just held my sleeve closer to my wrist, hoping it would hide the fact of what I accidentally did.

It got worst during the last hour, anxiety and thoughts swirling my head. My leg bounced. I picked at my other wrist. I didn't pay attention to anything the professor talked about during class. I just looked out the window. Hell, I didn't even talk to any of my friends. It felt like I was alone. Like there had been nobody else in that room but me.

I would sometimes look back and forth from the clock. It went from an hour. To 50, to 40, to 30, to 20, to 10, to 5 minutes. The clock struck down to seconds. And finally, the bell rang. I packed all my stuff into my bag, and made my way down the hallway.

I felt as if everyone was looking at me. I felt as if they were all muttering about me. I picked up the pace and walked into the music section. I walked through the gymnasium where the concerts took place, hearing my footsteps echo and bounce on the walls. I opened a large double door, walking into where the practice rooms would be.

The hallway leading to the practice room Nick would be in, felt extra long. And when I caught sight of the door, time seemed to slow. I was now in the doorway, and Nick had been sitting on the floor, messing with a pillow that had been sat against the wall.

I cleared my throat.

Nick looked up. He gave me a soft smile. One that said, "I've been waiting for you." His face fell again. He stood up and walked to me. He looked into my eyes, opening his mouth to say something. Nothing came out. He looked down at my chest, closing his mouth and swallowing some saliva. He looked back up and opened his mouth again.

Once more, nothing came out.

"Nick," I paused, looking to the left of the doorway. I gathered my thoughts. "Are you breaking up with me?" I asked him, a nervous look on my face. My heart was thumping, a shallow pain within every other beat.

Nick immediately looked up, shock in his face. "What? No! No, no, no! Why would you ever think that? Did I make it seem as if I was going to do that?" He asked, a concerned and sad glint laying in his eyes. His hands trailed up to my face, cupping my cheeks. My heart was calming down now. My face softened. But there was still some nervousness in my heart. If Nick wasn't going to break up with me, then what was he going to say?

Nick lay his forehead on mine. His hands still, and carefully, placed on my face. He sighed. "I'm sorry. This is just...so hard for me to say. I don't even know where to start." He mumbled softly. I bit my lip for a moment and grabbed his wrists lightly.

"Take your time. We have all the time in the world. Use it." I mumbled back. Nick giggled and the smile that lay on his face afterwards was enough to make my heart jump.

We stood there for a while. Nothing but silence and our breathing accompanying us. Sometimes a cloud would move in the way of the sun, and the rays coming through the window would go dark. My thumb was caressing his arm softly. His eyes were closed. If I were high, I would have thought that he was asleep.

He opened his eyes and took his hands off my cheeks. I went to go remove my hands from his wrists, but he stopped me. Instead, he grabbed my hands and just held them. It's as if he were admiring them for a moment before his hands began to etch up the fabric of my sleeves, moving them up a little. My heart sped up.

Immediately, I moved my hands away, guarding my wrists from Nick. I took a few steps back. He looked up at me, shocked at the sudden movement. I pulled my hands closer to my chest and just shook my head. Fear overtook me.

Nick nodded. "It's okay. You don't have to show me. I just..." He went quiet, putting a hand through his hair and looking everywhere but me. When he began to speak, he looked back up. I saw tears pricking his eyes. "I saw them yesterday. In the fields. You went to go grab my phone and your sleeve came down. I saw them. At first I didn't know what they were. I hoped that it wasn't that but something about them just bothered me all day until I searched it up." Tears were now trickling down his cheeks. His breathing becoming uneven.

I felt a lump in my throat. A lump that you would feel when you're about to cry. I held back my tears and I looked to the right of the room. My left hand held my right backpack strap tightly. The other hand lay underneath the left arm.

My voice quivered as I began to speak. "I don't want to talk about it, Nick..." I uttered. A tear or two started falling out of my eyes. I began picking at the skin on my left arm. My left-hand nails began scratching into the strap.

"And you don't have to. You don't have to talk about it...I just," Nick took a step closer to me, more tears falling down his face. My wrists tensed. Nick had his hands out in front of him. "I just want to let you know that I'm here. I'll always be here. I care and love you so, so much and I don't want to see you hurt. I especially don't want to see you hurting yourself. You're way too important to me. Hell, you're the best thing that's possibly ever happened to me. There's so many amazing things that have happened to me and you're the best one. You're handsome, cute, kind, caring, loving. I want you to see that about yourself. I want you to see that you can talk and tell me everything you need to. Please, I want you to know that. God, I just don't want anything to happen to you." At this point, Nick was begging me. His voice was cracking, his face was pale and red from crying, and he was trying to prevent snot from coming down his nose.

Me, well there were 1 of two things happening. 1. I was crying as well. Tear after tear fell from my eyes and down my clothes. Some even landing on the floor. And 2. Nick Nelson had just told me that he loved me. That was the first, 'I love you.' I stood there, heartbroken from seeing the boy I love crying. Yet shocked, because he told me he loved me.

"I...you love me?" I asked, my voice breaking more than Nick's had been. Nick, who was now less than 3 inches away, nodded rapidly. My hands untensed and I stopped picking at the skin on my left arm.

"Yes, I love you so much. And I know it hurts you so much when you do that to yourself but seeing those on you just hurts me. I couldn't help but think that it was my fault. If I had noticed those in the first pla-" I cut Nick off. Now it was my turn for my hands to be on his cheeks. The tears that had been threatening to come out of my eyes, now falling. Hearing Nick blame himself was the most painful thing I had ever heard.

"Don't you ever blame yourself for my scars. None of these are your fault. None of my mental illness, is your fault. Whenever I'm with you, it's as if they all go away. It's as if I don't suffer from the depression, or the thoughts, or the anxiety. It's as if I'm free from the pain. You make it better. you make me better," I looked into his eyes, my right thumb caressing his cheek. "It's nobody's fault but mine. I cut myself. I drew them. It's been a rough few years. But Nicholas Nelson, never blame yourself for my regrets ever again. I might have to tell you that I love you or something if you do." I threatened. My voice and body shaking. I couldn't believe that those thoughts had been in Nick's head all throughout the day. Thinking of it just made my heart hurt worse.

A slight smile began to form on Nick's face. he looked into my eyes lovingly. "You love me too?" He asked. I scoffed, amused.

"Of course I love you as well." I whispered. I connected our lips. Both of our mouths were wet from the tears, but we didn't seem to care. It was just us.

We had to pull away faster than we normally would've had to, due to the fact that our noses were clogged with snot, and we couldn't breathe. But we still looked at each other lovingly.

Nick grabbed my hands again. He looked down at my covered wrists. He wasn't even going to try to pull up my sleeves.

"This is the last thing I'm going to say because I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but please...next time tell me when you feel like you're going to hurt yourself. I will run through the wind, the snow, the rain, the ice, the heat. I'll run through Ben and Harry to get to you. Do you understand?" He asked sweetly. I nodded. He smiled and grabbed my hand.

"Let's get of here before the door slams on us and we're trapped until the janitor finds our bones." He joked. I laughed and followed him out of the building.

I don't think the sun had ever shone brighter before.

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