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rat-that-writes · 3 years

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Hi friend!! Do u think u could write something dark x reader (although tbh u can write whichever ego u feel most inspired with--im not picky lol) where reader has had a long day at work and just needs some gentle attention and rest and affection👉👈🥺

a/n: hi <3 this is so cute thank u for the request, really feeling it rn. you can tell how badly i want pizza for dinner. enjoy !

tw: very mild embarrassment, thunder, swearing, food & eating (pizza specifically), use of the word lift instead of elevator lol im scottish dont @ me americans

Slapping down hard on the pavement, your feet carried you hurriedly down the street. It had started raining just ten minutes before you left work. You thought maybe it would have stopped by now, the forecast said it would be clear skies at this time, but no. Definitely not. Heavier than before, the rain soaked through your jacket, trousers, and your shoes. Every step you took you could hear the squelching of your socks against the sole of your boots.

You would have called a cab but of course the weather had also soaked through your pockets, rendering your phone useless until it was dry again. You just had to carry on through the misery until you reached your apartment.

Just when you were approaching your half-way-home mark, a loud crack of thunder rang in your ears, startling you enough for you loose your footing on an uneven tile and almost trip over. The streets weren't crowded by any means, but a few bystanders definitely saw that. You felt your face heating up as you caught your breath. Sighing loudly, you carried on walking at a slightly slower pace, not wanting to trip up again.

After another fifteen minutes of freezing misery being poured down on you from the dark cloudy sky, you had finally reached your apartment building. Stomping up to the lift, you stepped in, pleased to find it empty.

Feeling the large metal box moving upwards, it was if you felt your woes lifting with it. Soon, you would be in your cosy apartment, taking a long, hot shower and cuddling up in one of Dark’s hoodies that he never wears. Maybe you’d even call him to come cuddle you. Well, you’d have to dry your phone first.

As soon as you heard the telltale ding of the doors opening, you softly pushed past the three other people waiting for the lift, muttering an ‘excuse me,’ as one of them gave you a slight glare.

You could almost already feel the promise of the hot water gracing your skin, ridding you of the cold rain water and sweat. Turning the key in the lock, you struggled a little. This always happened on bad days. Jiggling the piece of metal slightly, you finally pushed the door open.

Peeling off your jacket, you hung it on the coat rack to dry, taking your phone out of the pocket. You didn’t even wait to turn the light on before you started on your jeans and t-shirt, but maybe you should have because the sight of glowing eyes just mere feet in front of you tore a hoarse scream from your throat. Your hand unconsciously threw itself at the light switch, flipping it on to reveal the the rest of the entity sitting on the back of your couch, knees bent and palms flat against each other. He looked confused, to say the least.

“Oh fucking hell, Dark! What are you doing here?” Your tone softened towards the end, voice sore from the scream.

“I did text you, Darling.”

“My phone got wet..”

“Ah.”

Finally having caught your breath, you chuckled softly. The demon smiled. He could tell you had had quite the long day.

Sighing softly, you continued to undress, uncomfortable with the soggy clothing clinging to your body. You could tell he was trying not to watch too obviously, which was amusing.

“I’m gonna take a shower, you can stay here if you want? I’ll probably take a while.”

He nods, getting up and reaching for you. You hesitantly accepted the hug, not wanting to dampen his clothes, but he didn’t seem to care. Kisses were planted atop your head as his arms squeezed you softly, enveloping your figure. For a demonic creature he gave the best hugs.

“Take as long as you need. I’ll order you some food.”

Feeling cosy and refreshed, you stepped out of the bathroom and into your bedroom to search for that hoodie you wanted. Dark bought it specifically for you to wear. He wore it only once, describing it as “agonising to be cloaked in such common threads,” but you knew he was exaggerating. The smallest inconveniences were always put so eloquently disdainful, which was hilarious.

Eventually, you found it buried at the back of your wardrobe, and slipped it on with a pair of cotton shorts. Falling just above your knees, the hoodie was soft and comfortable against your skin. You always wore this after a bad day.

The sound of voices interrupted your thoughts. Padding into the kitchen, you heard the sound of a very intimidated delivery guy, and a deep, restrained “thank you.”

As your boyfriend returned to the kitchen with a pizza box, your mouth watered and you realised just how hungry you were. Reaching to open the box, you felt his arms come around you and his head atop yours. Smiling, you inquired about the scared-sounding boy.

��Why did that pizza guy sound so distressed?”

“They all do.”

Shaking your head at his answer, you turned around in his hold. Charcoal eyes looking down at you, he smiled again and kissed your temple. Looking up again, he reached for the pizza box and took your hand to lead you to the couch, the Netflix already loaded up.

Settling down between his legs, you put the box on your lap over a fuzzy blanket. Just then, you realised he was still fully clothed in a black dress shirt and black slacks. His expression turned confused as you stood up from his lap.

“You’re still dressed,” you spoke, eyeing him up and down.

“If you wanted me to undress, Darling, you should have said so earlier.”

Making a show of unbutton his shirt, he smirked at you. Rolling your eyes, you set down the pizza and the blanket and ran into your bedroom, leaving Dark looking confused again.

Soon you emerged, a pair of grey sweatpants in hand. He’d worn these a couple times before, at your request. Eyeing them up, he sighed softly.

“I just want you to be comfortable,” you said, tone slightly teasing.

“Very well, for you.”

Getting up, he took them from your grasp and kissed your cheek. Face heating up slightly, you went back to your pizza to grab a slice. That first bite you took was like heaven. Cooled down enough to not burn your tongue, but still hot to please your taste buds. Immaculate sauce, slightly sweet. The cheese. The cheese was even better. You swear you almost left earth and all planes of existence after that bite, until you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down.

As your back made contact with his solid chest, you let out a squeak. He smirked again, placing kisses all over your bare shoulder where the hoodie has fallen slightly. Trailing up your neck, you giggled and shrugged slightly as his beard tickled your throat. Dark hummed, squeezing you again. Eventually, he stopped and let you carry on eating whilst you looked for something to watch.

“Are you gonna have a slice or not? Because I will eat this whole pizza.”

A torn look came upon his face. You rolled your eyes, knowing that his dramatic side was to show itself any moment now. Slowly, he reached for a slice, picking it up with the very tips of his fingers. He brought it up to the two of you, flapping the pizza slightly as it assessing it. A judging hum came from the man, brows furrowed and lips pressed together. All while you look on in amusement.

Taking another bite from your slice, you looked at him. He looked at you, then the slice, then straight ahead as he took a hesitant bite. Forever a man with an unreadable expression, you couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. At least he wasn’t spitting it out.

When he stopped chewing, you kept looking at his face for an answer. Nothing was too clear, but he didn’t look like he hated it.

“It was... fine, actually.” His tone was unusually soft, it almost concerned you.

Slowly turning back around, you grabbed another slice for yourself and one for Dark. He accepted it, but didn’t eat it straight away. He just held in front of him, eyes focused on the movie. A silent chuckle fell from your lips.

Content, you snuggled closer to the demon. His arms squeezed you from time to time, a gentle reminder that he’s still there. As your breathing grew slow and even, you felt the hands of slumber creeping closer into your brain, a silent lullaby drifting you off to dreamland. Eyes closed, you turned your body slightly. Dark’s arms squeezed once again as a kiss was planted on your forehead. A final sigh escaped your lips; you would finish the pizza tomorrow. Now it was time to drift away, in his arms, secure and content. Finally.

#darkiplier x yn #darkiplier x reader #darkiplier/reader #markiplier egos x reader #markiplier egos/reader #markiplier egos x yn #fanfiction #writing #request #softie <3 #x reader

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rk1kheadcanons · 3 years

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I have a prompt idea if you’re down, no rush at all! I just love the idea of rk1k meeting in college & it just being the first time either of them experience this real and deep love for someone. Like Connor is more on the reserved side & maybe was a lil sheltered, & while Markus is more outgoing he still approaches their relationship very carefully at the start. Both of their feelings for one another develop so strong so quickly, & maybe it scares them a bit and they don’t want to admit it to the other at first just how deeply they’ve fallen for each other because their relationship is still rather new, but it just ends up evolving into this really powerful/beautiful relationship. Can u tell I’m feeling soft rn lol

It's okay Anon, we'll be soft together.

When Connor first enters college, he's still awkward and feels like this is highschool 2.0 all over again. He has no high hopes of it being better than the good times (sharing anecdotes and movie quips with Kara and Chloe in Drama class) or worst than the bad times he experienced (bullying he experienced at the hands of Gavin Reed c/o the varsity football team and fighting with his own closeted feelings).

Connor expected his experiences to just...be.

Connor didn't come here for a good time; he didn't come here for any sort of time. All he intends to do is finish his criminology degree within these four years and dip.

Within a couple of months, he's more sure of himself. He's met some good friends like Simon and Daniel, and Simon's main squeeze, Josh. Daniel and he are best bitches 4 life at the start. He then meets North in English composition and the same happens all over again. The boss WLW and MLM solidarity were real.

He grows into himself with his friends. Now recognizes that he's a hot, gay bitch that has little time for messy people and likes to keep it that way.

He wears a camouflage of the 'shy, sweet type' so he can move around and be unseen easily even as he is constantly on the swivel, partly why he decided to become a detective: he was perfect for it.

His dad thought so too. Had said he would be so dangerous in their respective field because of how he was. He knew Connor was fucking manipulative and maniacal with the cutesy face and dangerous martial arts he'd learned-he'd raised him ofc. That adorable face was a damned front and Hank would guffaw when people fell for it.

Gavin Reed was the first to get his comeuppance senior year of high school and learn this. Connor had played the scared, shy guy- he'd then proceeded to beat the sounds and colors right out of Gavin's raggedy ass.

Now Connor had a damned fan. That bitch followed him to college he was so sprung n that ass whooping. Maybe he gave him brain damage?

Connor ignored him like he did everyone else on campus he wasn't trying to see. He remained reserved and clean-cut. Very few had seen the real him.

Connor had also vowed to not look for a relationship with anyone either in college. Bootycalls? Okay. Something to scratch that itch so he could remain focus on his studies, alright, but not a whole romantic situation.

Connor was just trying to get rid of Gavin for the umpteenth time since this year had started and of fucking course the rest of the football team was there. Gavin didn't know the meaning of "no" and "personal space" and was going to press the issue.

Here steps forward this God of a man. He checks Gavin and Connor's heart in a couple of words.

Gavin's threatened; Connor's titillated.

Markus Manfred enters stage left.

Stupid Markus Manfred and his stupid face, and his stupid heterochromia and stupid kissable mouth. Literally, fuck this dude.

No, literally, fuck him against some fucking lockers in the locker room after Markus winning game right now, get in him, because, because...

God, the way Markus chased his mouth with his own. The way he'd been stripped and lifted as he weighed next to nothing, the quick yet superb preparation on the fly and then the feeling of him quickly and effectively just getting inside... Connor's one leg shook with the stimulus, his other loosely hung around Markus waist for dear life.

Rip to his pants.

He can feel how he's being physically jostled by the other's larger hands, one on his side, the other under his thigh and it's just-

Connor's face is hot and flushed and he knows it. His damned eyes keep fluttering like he's seizing, mouth open and quite possibly drooling like he cannot control his facial muscles, control the noises pouring out of himself as every stroke inside of him touches that one sensitive spot just right.

His nails bite into Markus beautiful copper skin, flecked in freckles as Connor yells out his joyous release to everyone within a three-mile radius.

When it's said and done, they both had to recap how they even got into this scenario.

Neither were complaining, not really, just really taken aback that had happened out of the blue like that and felt so natural. Markus had been chiding Gavin about being a creep, to which Connor amended he was a stalking creep. It hadn't flown over we'll with Markus since he was the captain of the team.

Gav was hazed, he was pissed and retreated. They had stayed and talked to each other. Just talked. Markus invited him to that evening game to which Connor advised he'd already be at because he was a band member. It was early and they had parted but that whole day was filled with happenstance's of Markus appearance and talking to him. The pull had been strong.

The attraction was overwhelming and it was a bit terrifying for both parties to admit. They had just been talking to each other. Nothing significant or substantial.

Markus felt maybe he was riding a gaming win high along with his obvious attraction to Connor.

Connor felt like maybe it was mutual attraction and appreciation for him.

They both left it at that. Where Connor had not seen Markus before, he now began seeing him everywhere: in passing, in some classes, he acts as a student assistant for additional credit and functions.

Connor being in the college band and having a very beautiful jock show him this sort of attention was flattering he has to admit, and that he's a bit curious about him.

Markus asks him out on an official date.

Connor really wants to scoff at him because the scared, nerdy kid inside of him says this is a trap, he's doing this for an elaborate prank, that this is somehow tied to Gavin and you will regret this.

Connor has a hard time believing that someone that looks like Markus would genuinely be interested in a person like him. Then again, he had just blown his back out magnificently not that long ago.

Markus is all warm and fuzzy, bubbly and chipper and Connor gets drunk on the free serotonin every time they meet.

He takes the plunge and says yes to the date and has never regretted it.

The conversation is immaculate, the expectations realistic and superb, and Markus is not just a jock: he's down to earth, adopted into money but lives simply. He wants to be a painter like his dad...

His father is the Carl Manfred, the famous painter and Connor feels like he had an aneurysm.

Connor tells Markus about his Lieutenant Dad, Henry 'Hank' Anderson. How he was the youngest lieutenant on the Detroit police force and Markus stupidly and excitedly smiles and says "I know! I was such a fan of your dad. He helped my dad when art thieves were stealing one-of-a-kind art from the museum!"

Connor is so damned smitten with this lovely creature that it's insane. He thinks he really might lo..like Markus a lot.

Connor's thoughts derail at the word choice a scowl on his face. What was he, 10?

Markus would run away so damned fast if he said those words to him. Just because they'd been going out and now regularly intimate didn't make it love, right? Why, then, did it bother Connor that it felt so right only with this man?

Markus notices the sour disposition Connor has, tries to get him back into the conversation, and even though Connor says he's okay, Markus knows that he's withdrawn from the conversation fully.

Unbeknownst to Connor, Markus had his strong feelings as well over the matter.

He was feeling Connor hard. It blindsided him and he knew that he needed to talk about this with Connor, lest one or both of them get hurt.

They both had fallen hard, much harder than they thought they would.

Instead of that talk Markus promised himself he was mature and level-headed enough for them both to have or even Connor just acknowledging the truth of the matter, they left the relationship in a sort of limbo, as is, neither wanting to face that four-letter word headlong in such a brutally honest way, fear that maybe just maybe what each of them had been feeling wasn't that and neither wanted the hurt if it wasn't L O V E.

I have more ideas on this one but I'll cut it for now because it's huge for a Tumblr post, lol. If it gets some interest, I have no problem with continuing it in another post of my own. HMU if you do like like. 😘

#rk1k #rk1000 #conkus #anonymous #college au #dbh #detroit become human #citrus #🌸 post #a literal story lol

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puckinghell · 4 years

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I would say Elias Lindholm but you don’t like flames rn I think so Andre Burakovsky

Please do not read this if a character with bad self image effects you negatively. Everyone is beautiful in their own way and society lies!

Everything is just so stupid.

It’s always the little things, that get in the way of you being happy, like a cloud of smoke wrapping around the sunshine in your brain. Things like someone looking a little too long. Or a comment under an Instagram post.

People are mean. You know that. It doesn’t mean anything, they’re just miserable about their own life, they’re just pathetic and alone in life and…

And sometimes you believe them.

Not pretty enough, not thin enough. Never thin enough.

You know there’s some extra weight on you that hasn’t always been there. It happened somewhere between getting drunk at frat parties and crying into your notebooks. College is a rough time for everyone, you suppose, and you’re much happier now that you’ve got a solid job. The extra pounds never left, though you didn’t really mind.

But then you met Andre.

It was easy to fall in love with Andre. He’s funny in dopey, bright-eyed way. He has a really nice smile, and kind eyes. He’s caring. And he made you feel special; like someone like him could love someone like you.

It was easy to fall in love with Andre and it’s easy to be with him, most of the time. Just.

Not when social media gets involved.

You know you don’t look like a typical WAG, but naively, you’d thought it wouldn’t matter. You privated your Instagram, deleted your Twitter account. You figured if he didn’t care that you didn’t look like that, neither would you.

You hadn’t counted on it getting hard, though.

Every relationship goes through ups and downs, you know that, and you know Andre loves you still. But as the Avalanche went through a rough patch in the season, so did your relationship. Andre gets withdrawn, focused so much on hockey there’s no space for you left in his brain. You get it, but it still hurts.

The last time it happened, you pushed and pushed for that space.

Now, you’re tired, and you pull away.

It couldn’t have come at a worst time, Gabe posting a picture on Instagram of last summer, where you can be seen in the back, sitting in Andre’s lap. You’re smiling, and he looks happy, but…

No wonder he’s not playing well, she probably crushed him lol

That girl is fat enough to break his legs

Do you think they put her on the bbq? She looks like a pig lmao

Those are just a few of the comments. There’s hundreds of them, and you read them all.

You sit on your couch, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and read, and read, and read.

It takes hours. Gabe’s photo got reposted by the Avs Instagram account, and those comments are somehow even worse.

Your phone buzzes a few times. It might be Andre, but it might not be; you can’t be bothered to check.

Heavy tears roll down your cheek, and suddenly you’re so done with it.

“Babe?” Andre’s voice is soft and careful, when the door opens. He’s used his key, and for the first time ever you wish you hadn’t given it to him.

He can’t see you like this. You’re already not pretty enough, not thin enough, and now you’re ugly crying on your couch on a random Tuesday night, wearing Andre’s hoodie, no make up, and he’s gonna be disgusted, he’s gonna break up with you on the spot, he’s…

“Fuck,” Andre breathes out, when he sees you. His usual happy expression is nowhere to be found, only worry swimming in his eyes. “Babe…”

And you just know it, are one hundred percent certain that it’s gonna happen: he’s going to break up with you.

You might as well keep your dignity and beat him to it.

“We should break up.” You wish it would’ve come out more confident, not shakily between sobs, just before you break out into more sobs, bury your face in the blanket.

Andre’s footsteps are loud against the floor, even though he toed off his sneakers at the door. Then, something heavy drapes around you, and the familiar feeling of your boyfriend engulfs you.

“You’re insane if you think that’s gonna happen,” he mumbles, and then he sits against the back of the couch and pulls you into his lap.

And you’re so stupid, too, because you promised yourself you wouldn’t do this anymore: you deserve nice things, and you wouldn’t skip desserts anymore, wouldn’t tell yourself your body wasn’t good enough, wouldn’t look in the mirror and look away when the reflection met your gaze.

But the first thing that comes into your mind – and out of your mouth - when your body meets Andre’s is “I’m going to crush you.”

Andre’s voice is firm. “Stop.”

You try to pull away, but his arms are around you and he’s stronger, of course he is, all muscles and sharp lines and you’re just soft skin and fuzzy edges, and you don’t fit but you do, and you’re crying even as you try to thrash away from him.

“I’m too heavy, I’m gonna hurt you…”

“Y/N, stop. Hey!” His voice is harsh enough that you stop moving. “Don’t do that. Don’t listen to them. You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love. Let me be there for you. Please.”

The tears just come faster, but you let yourself sink against Andre’s chest now, bury your head in his shoulder. He smells familiar, and his body is warm, and it feels so right that it just feels worse, somehow, as well as better.

He holds you, strokes your hair, and doesn’t say anything. Only when your sobs are starting to become quieter, calmer, Andre talks again.

“Do you remember when we met?”

You do. It was in a dingy, hole-in-the-wall bar, where people still smoke inside and the beer tastes like water but is priced like it, too.

“You said you were afraid of dying alone.”

Oh, yeah, you had said that. You’d been very, very drunk, and Andre’s kind brown eyes had somehow pulled all your secrets out of you.

They still do, now.

“And then I said we could always just die alone, together.” Andre smiles at the thought. “That’s still my plan, you know? Y/N, I need you to know that I love you. You, for all that you are, and all that you aren’t.”

“But…”

“No.” Andre interrupts with nothing but certainty in his voice. “I don’t care what they say, and neither should you. You’re beautiful, and I want you. Only you.”

Something like calm washes over you. It’s not that you didn’t know that, it’s just, sometimes it’s easy to forget, easy to get so caught up in your head and…

“And stop reading Instagram comments,” Andre mumbles against your hair. “They’re all stupid. Everyone is stupid. Except for you.”

“I’m a little stupid,” you admit. To signal that you’re doing better, you lightly press a kiss against his collarbone, and he smiles.

“Yeah, well. I’m a little stupid for you.”

#andre burakovsky #tw: body image #tw: negative self talk #regular blurb

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lovehelpmewrite · 4 years

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A Very Bad Day

Title: A Bad Day

Pairing: Gwil x OFC!Ella

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Ella is having a... less than amazing day. It turns out Gwilym is just what she needed to turn it around though.

Warnings: underage drinking i know bad dont do it im sorry

[A/N]: Okay so I know this is technically before Macarons and Spoiled Surprises but it’s been bothering me for months that I never wrote the middle step between our first date and us doing... y’know, you’ve read it i hope. So yeah, this is that middle step. Half inspired by an actual shit day I had, half inspired by my better half having had a bad day the day I wrote this. Enjoy and feedback is always welcome!! Also thank you thank you thank you to my best fren Mic @o-holynight for making me another amazing header just for this fic you’re so good to me and if you haven’t yet go through her masterlist because it slaps

It was a crappy day. It was pouring, which normally I wouldn't mind—in fact I loved a good rainy day—but I had opened my window the night before and woken up to find my desk soaked in rain water and one of my notebooks with it.

"Ahhh shit," I muttered to myself as I woke up and climbed out of bed at the sound of the rain hitting the desk. I quickly latched the thing closed and looked down at the crinkling wet paper that was my notebook, picking it up by a corner and watching the water slide off the cover and off the pages. "Shhhhhit," I repeated, feeling my heart sink when I opened the cover and noticed the ink either bleeding into the other pages or sliding off along with the water. At least I didn't really use it, I thought. It was still sad to see something that I'd paid for just... Fall apart like this though.

I dropped it into the trash bin with a sigh and vowed to start getting ready to go out and buy a new one. Right after I have breakfast, I thought. As it turns out, there was no breakfast. No cereal, no pancake mix or frozen waffles. It was grocery day and Michaela had just left saying she was going to grab Joe so they could do the shopping for both at once.

Okay so I'll go out for breakfast, I decided.

Except the coffee shop was closed. Again, no big deal but... It was another block in the freezing rain to the nearest cafe. It was too close to drive, especially because there was no parking down by it. Walking it is then. The sidewalk was slick with the freezing rain and the leftovers from the last snow so I tried my best to watch my steps and still maintain a quick pace.

Needless to say I almost slipped—I didn't thankfully—but I caught myself at the last second in such a way that my umbrella swung out to the side and in an instant I felt drenched to the bone. I walked in looking like a half-drowned rat, ordered a muffin to go and tried to calm my anxious heart at the stares I was getting from the other patrons. In case you were wondering, yes, it's possible to angrily eat a muffin.

After I made it back to my car I drove to the nearest Staples and practically moaned as the warm rush of air hit my chilled face and body. I picked out a cute notebook—for sixteen fucking dollars, jesus Staples, cost more yeah?—and slapped it on the counter. The younger looking kid checking me out started at the noise but just smiled and asked if I wanted to join their rewards program.

And then I was stood under the edge of the Staples sign trying to desperately shove the notebook in my jacket against my chest because what was once pouring rain had turned into a torrential downpour. It was like a sheet of water coming down at once while thunder boomed in the distance. I held an arm across my coat-covered-notebook and took a deep breath, readying myself for the sheer force of it to pound against the top of my umbrella.

By the time I got back to the dorm my legs up to my knees were soaked even despite my rain boots, as was the back of my coat and my umbrella. The notebook somehow survived the trip thankfully. As I was pulling it out of my jacket my phone buzzed in my coat pocket. A text from Mic.

Hey, over at the boys' and groceries are all put away

Is Gwil home? I might head over in a bit. Having a shit day :(

Aw im sorry :( he is tho I think. I'll ask

I waited a few seconds and then waited for the three dots while she typed.

He isn't but he's coming home in like half an hour from a reading

"Nice," I whispered to myself. Finally, something good today.

Im gonna shower. When he gets home tell him I'm coming?

Yeah ofc

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, glad to finally have something to look forward to. I took off my jacket and hung it on my door to dry before walking into the bathroom and peeling off my soaked jeans and socks, letting them sit on the floor while I turned the shower to scalding hot. I hissed as it hit my back but quickly adjusted to it, letting the water pooling at the bottom thaw my toes. I picked up my razor with a little indecision. He wasn't even going to see my legs or my armpits as far as I was planning, let alone anywhere near my underwear... I shaved anyway. As a way to pass time in the warm water at the least, and at the most it would make my sheets feel nice later.

I got dressed in some loose sweats and a tank top, foregoing a bra with the assumption I was the only one home but when I came out of my room Sarah was back from her class eating at the table.

"Hey!" She said with a smile.

"Hey," I said back quietly, walking to the cupboard and pulling down a bag of chips. "How was class?"

"Ugh, don't even get me started. That dude was still trying to argue with the professor the entire class," she explained, rolling her eyes.

"Someone should keep a tally of every time he says something and then at the end of class take that many points off his latest paper or something," I offered with a small grin.

"We should, oh my god," she laughed back. "Hey, are you okay? Mic said you were having a crappy day."

I nodded, shrugging. "Yeah, I dont know it's just... A lot of little shit adding up, y'know?"

She nodded with a sad smile.

I took a deep breath and tried to stay positive though. "Good news though, I'm heading over to see the boys in a little bit. Did you wanna come with?"

"Ah, I'm going to meet Ben for lunch after his class gets out in like half an hour."

"Ah," I said in confirmation. "Okay, I'll see you later tonight? We need another girls night in, it's been too long."

She smiled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I'll see if I can pick up some stuff beforehand. It's your turn to pick right?"

I nodded, "yeah."

"Okay, cool. Nothing scary please? I like sleeping without nightmares."

I laughed, carrying the chips with me back to my room. "I'll do my best to let you keep your beauty sleep," I said over my shoulder before closing the door.

I sat down on my bed with a sigh, dropping the chips next to me and reaching for my phone.

Gwil just got home, he's in the shower rn tho

Okay tell him im omw and I dont mind waiting or something

I made sure to pull on a sports bra and a sweatshirt before I left, as well as a pair of fuzzy socks inside my rain boots. I was nearly jogging across the street to the apartment, buzzing with excitement to see Gwil.

We haven't been out on any dates since our second when he kissed me, but we had a lot of days where we walked each other to class or we'd get lunch together. Sadly, we hadn't kissed much since then but we made up for it with a lot of hand holding, or his palm on my back, or my hand on his knee and honestly... it was kind of nice just like that. Still, a day like today deserved some serious hugs at the very least.

My frozen fingers shook as I pressed the buzzer and I exhaled in relief when it buzzed again and the lock clicked open, allowing me to rush into the warm elevator and ride up to the apartment. When I got up to the door though, I hesitated.

Do I knock? Do I just walk in? Do I knock and then walk in anyways?

I pulled out my phone and texted Mic.

Im outside the door

Come in lol?

Come open it I feel weird

Between the previous cold and my embarrassment I'm sure my cheeks were tomato-red. She just smiled upon seeing me, waiting for me to take off my dripping boots and then motioning her head toward the couch.

"Gwil's probably getting out soon, you can wait with me and Joe on the couch," she explained, sitting back down next to Joe to watch whatever movie they had playing on the TV. I perched awkwardly on the edge of the cushion, trying—and failing—to control my bouncing knee while I waited for Gwil.

"Hey."

I almost jumped at the soft greeting, springing off the couch and turning to him. My heart was thumping in my chest nervously.

He was just in sweats and a t-shirt but something about it was just so… hot. I hadn't noticed how shaggy his hair was getting until now, still dripping wet and hanging over his forehead a little. I almost missed when he jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

"Do you wanna… my room?" He asked awkwardly.

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah- sure yeah."

I followed quietly behind him as he walked down the hall, stepping into the room and waiting for him to close the door. Then I was stuck just watching while he moved to sit on the edge of his bed with a bounce. I pressed my lips together to suppress an awkward smile, looking around his room. He had different playbills taped up on his wall above his bed, and his desk was covered in papers and packets and textbooks.

"So…" I started, bringing my eyes back to face him.

"So…" he mimicked back, a gentle smile growing on his face.

I breathed out a little laugh and moved to sit next to him on the edge of his mattress, copying his bounce from before and then bumping my shoulder into his.

"So how was your reading? How did it go?" I asked lightly, trying to start some sort of conversation, any conversation.

"Good! It was good," he answered back.

And then more quiet.

"Okay this is awful," I admitted before I could stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

Gwil's eyebrows shot up in surprise, like he couldn't believe I was saying it.

"Can we just like… I don't know, can we just watch something on your laptop or something? I just…" I blew out a quick breath and started to feel my eyes burn with tears I'd been holding in. "I've had a really shitty day and I was so excited to come over and see you and I don’t want it to be all... weird like it is."

He was quiet for a second, which gave me some time to calm back down a little and not actually shed tears.

"You're right," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Okay, why don't we… Do you have something in mind to watch?"

It was my turn to raise my eyebrows. "I mean I… what do you normally watch? What's your favorite show?"

It seemed to do the trick, the tension slowly released its grip on the room and we even managed to move back on his bed so he was positioned laying against his pillows and I was tucked neatly under his arm, half laying on his stomach. We'd agreed on Criminal Minds and somehow watched our way through two entire episodes before we forgot it all together and started talking… and then, well, kissing.

It started off innocent enough. I'd turned my head to joke about Spencer's hair in this season but instead found Gwil already looking at me with a soft smile.

"What?" I laughed.

He just gave a full smile and shook his head. "Nothing."

We were both quiet for a second, and then he leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips.

Oh.

I smiled back and leaned back into him, pressing my lips to his again but longer this time, slower, lingering…

We pulled back slowly, eyes still half closed. And then I felt the slightest squeeze of his hand on my waist and he surged forward again, lips firmly against mine, his tongue teasing across my bottom lip before biting gently.

Oh.

I hummed in appreciation, leaning further against him until my leg hooked in between his and his hand was sliding up my back into my hair and grabbing lightly.

My heart was racing in my chest. Was this it? Was I going to fuck him not 50 feet from our friends? Why am i even thinking that? Calm the hell down.

I practically had to force myself to pull away, my fist still twisted in his shirt, still breathing heavily and close enough to be tempted to go back but I made myself stop.

"We have to… we should just slow down a little," I said quietly.

Gwil nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Yeah you're right we should just… take it easy for a bit."

I nodded back.

Still, we somehow gravitated towards each other again until we were kissing again, albeit softer this time. Somehow we managed to keep it slow. Calm. Instead of dipping back into... dangerous territory. It was just… nice.

It was comforting and reassured a lot of doubts I had. It was almost like a little dance, like a conversation. He'd lean forward and catch my lip with his teeth and in return I'd slide my tongue against his lip. It was jarring when suddenly everything went quiet and we both pulled apart in question only to see Netflix asking if we were still watching.

I laughed a little which seemed to make Gwil laugh which made me laugh more and snort and then he laughed more until we were both clutching our stomachs gasping for air in between laughs. Once we'd finally calm down we were left just staring at each other, not waiting for the other to talk, just looking at each other's faces and smiles and eyes.

"Y'know I was having a pretty crappy day and you made it a hell of a lot more bearable," I said honestly.

"I'm happy I could make your day better," he answered back, his smile wide.

I paused for a minute, contemplating saying anything. "Is it… is it weird if I really like making out with you?"

He shook his head quickly, "no! No of course not. I'm glad my skills were… put to good use." His smile turned smug.

I shoved his chest jokingly, turning in his grasp like I was going to roll away. I grinned when his hand fell to my hip and pulled me back in against him so his mouth was slotted against mine.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To find someone with better lines I guess," I laughed.

"Are you saying you don't like my pick up lines?" He fake pouted, lips puckered out and all.

I gave him a quick kiss. "That's exactly what I'm saying." I laughed again when he dramatically flopped against the bed like he couldn't believe it. I kissed his jaw sweetly, turning it into a raspberry which made him laugh.

"Careful there, I don't need any weirdly placed hickies," he warned with a grin.

"So just for clarification, you don't want a big hickey on your cheek?" I asked, pretending to get ready to mark his cheek.

"Definitely not."

"Hmm," I hummed in mock disappointment. "And I had such plans too."

"Yeah, I'm sure," he said back, turning his head to face me and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He slowly leaned in and gave me another peck on the lips, and then another… and then one more. "You know, I'm really glad you came over."

I smiled back at him. "Me too."

We were quiet once again, just staring at each other again, every once in a while saying some small comment or joke or compliment but otherwise quiet. After a little bit, just when I was starting to feel sleepy, there was a quiet knock on the door.

"Come in," Gwil answered.

Michaela poked her head in after a second with a small smile. "Hey, I was just going to head back, it's almost six," she said softly.

"Oh Jesus, is it really?" I asked in surprise, picking up my phone to see texts from Sarah asking when I'd be back home. "Damn," I laughed slightly.

"Yeah, Sarah said you wanted to do a night in so do you wanna go to the store before home?"

I nodded, slowly untangling myself from Gwil and sitting up, stretching out my muscles. "Yeah, I'll be out in a few minutes, I gotta get the feeling back in my legs," I chuckled.

"Okay, I'll go pull on my shoes."

I stretched out each of my arms and legs, turning awkwardly to stretch my spine before I sighed, turning back to face a very tired looking Gwilym. "Hi."

"Hi," he grinned back, briefly stretching his back before relaxing back against his pillows. "Before you go, come here."

I grinned and leaned back in, our lips connecting for a long, sweet kiss. "Was that all?" I asked after it ended.

"No, one more," he smirked, pulling me back in for another peck. "Okay one more," and then another peck, "just one more-"

"Gwil," I laughed in between kisses. "I- gotta- go- you big dork-"

He gave a big dramatic sigh after the last kiss when I stood up away from him. "Fine, if you must."

"I must," I grinned. "Sorry bub."

"No it's okay," he relented with a smile. "I'll see you on Saturday, right? You're still coming over to hang out?"

I nodded. "Of course, I can't wait." I was reluctant to leave him, looking so soft and inviting and ready for a nap… I forced myself to walk out and close the door behind me, walking out to the living room to find Mic pulling on her shoes while Joe stood by.

"Hey," I announced, making her look up at me after she had both boots on.

"Hey, ready?"

"Yep, lets go get drunk," I affirmed.

"Woah woah woah," Joe interjected, making me turn to him.

"Sorry dad, was I not supposed to tell you that?" I laughed.

"No drinking and driving young lady, be responsible," he said, pointing a faux serious finger at each of us.

"Sure, yeah, whatever you say," I dismissed with a grin. I turned to Mic, "want anything particular? I was planning on wine and some candy."

She shrugged. "Sounds good to me. Grab me some of the uhh the sour patch watermelon things though? Oh! And Reece's pieces," she grinned at the last second as I was walking out the door.

"You already know," I grinned back, shaking my head and closing the door to let her and Joe do their own little goodbyes.

When I made it back down to the front door, ready to open my umbrella and sprint to my car, I noticed it had stopped raining. It was still wet everywhere and puddles took up half the sidewalk but the once black sky was lightened to a pale gray. Michaela beat me back to the dorm, unsurprisingly and I walked in with full arms, happy to be greeted by Sarah and Mic pulling things out of my hands and already opening things.

"Yesss you got the good shit Ella," Sarah said gratefully, pulling out a bag of m&m's.

"Always," I smiled, pulling out a plastic container of cotton candy for myself.

"Okay so what are we watching?" Sarah asked, already transporting stuff to the couches.

It was obvious the two of them had moved everything for optimal TV viewing.

"I was thinking Umbrella Academy if that's cool?"

They both nodded, mouths already full of candy.

I laughed. "Okay, Umbrella Academy it is then. I'll grab the wine."

Somewhere between the third and fourth episode we'd finished the first bottle of wine and went to open the second only to find it impossible.

"Just… open it," Sarah laughed, watching me trying to use the wine bottle opener to grab the cork and failing.

"I'm trying!" I laughed back, pulling out pieces of cork instead of the entire thing. "Dammit! Mic come help us!" I called.

The TV paused as she came over and looked over the destroyed cork, pushed nearly all the way into the bottle. "Dude what did you even do?!" She chuckled.

"I tried to open it, what do you think!" I laughed back.

"Okay, gimme a spoon, I'll shove it into the bottle."

"What? No take it out!" Sarah laughed.

"I can't! This one-" Mic laughed, pointing at me, "destroyed the cork and now its not gonna come out!"

I was wheezing from laughing so hard, practically laying across the counter. "I'm sorry!"

Sarah laughed at my reaction in response, squatting next to the counter trying to catch her breath as well.

"Fine I'll find a spoon myself!" Mic declared, still laughing while she tried to push down on the cork. "Ahah!" She yelled in triumph making us laugh even harder at the pop of it dropping into the wine.

We ate our way through almost all of the candy and the two bottles of wine over five episodes before we decided to call it a night (or well, early morning but same thing).

It was nice, to go to bed feeling warm and loved and like a crap day had turned good. I fell asleep easily and without resistance, the opposite to how I'd woken up. It was a good day, I decided.

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feedback is always appreciated and thank you for reading lovelies!!

#borhap #borhap cast #borhap cast au #college au #borhap boys #gwilym lee #gwilym lee x ofc #gwilym lee fluff #ayhtdifil

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bisquett · 5 years

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Lonely Christmas (David Dobrik x Reader)

Request: Christmas idea based on my life rn, genuinely In severe debt and can't afford to celebrate Christmas, won't watch averts, can't afford gifts, can't listen to songs or watch movies and is just bitter about it, the sound of it makes me cry (here comes the not real part) David kinda figures it out and gets everyone together and celebrates it with Y/N gets a meaningful sweet gift and she's embarrassed but it's an all around beautiful time ❤️

A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

A/n: Wanted to post This before Christmas but didn’t have the chance. So I changed it up a little (A lot but the essence is still there), hope you don’t mind!! Check my Masterlist if you wish, everything I’ve ever posted is linked there. Just go to my description lol –Olivia <3 See you in 2019 ❤️

Christmas, a beautiful time but you were on Grinch mode, far from home, not a penny on your pocket, alone and a shit ton of bills on your dinning table. It was like that most of the year, but the holidays didn’t have the power to make it all go away for a couple of days?

David was going to see his family, all your friends were going back home for Christmas Eve and Christmas day, and you? You were eating cold pasta and avoiding the holiday spirit as much as you could.

Your house looked like it could be July or every other month. The Spotify playlists were a pain in the ass to avoid. Even when you went grocery shopping, a Christmas song would be blasting on the speakers.

The day came, it was Christmas Eve. You were laying on your unmade bed. Soon you decided you were not going to be a functional human being today. You stood up and made yourself a coffee. Opened a big bag of chips and called it a breakfast at 3:00 pm.

Your pajamas were at least comfy. You were in the middle of a series binge on Netflix when your phone started vibrating. You frowned, you’ve already called your mom and dad.

The phone was nowhere in sight, it was probably buried on your bed covers and sheets.

You located it and dug until you found it. It was now a missed call. From David. Then it went off again, you picked up.

“Hey can you FaceTime?” was the first thing you heard.

“I’m a mess” you replied, which was true.

“I’m a mess too” he said, even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was smiling and biting his lip.

“Fine, but don’t get scared.” You warned him before hanging up and started a Facetime call with him.

His face was on your phone screen, he was sitting on the floor, his legs bent to his chest. He was wearing a black beanie and more than two layers of clothes. You knew Chicago was cold but it kinda threw you off, with the Californian weather. He looked adorable.

“I didn’t know I was dating a pathological liar”

“What?” he said, his eyes lighted up. “Where are you?” he asked, trying to make a location on his mind with what he was seeing, which were a bunch of pillows and sheets.

“At my apartment! Where else would I be?”

“Who’s the liar now? I thought you were flying back home!” He exclaimed, his Chicago accent always made a stellar appearance when he was home.

“Yeah, flying. Good joke” you said, almost laughing at the ridiculousness of the statement. “What’s up? What did Santa bring you?” you said with a light tone.

“Wait” he said, the hint of a smile that always was plastered on his face fell. He stood up and you could tell he was walking. Probably to a more private place. He closed a door behind him. “are you alone back there? Do you have any plans?” he asked,

“No. But it’s okay. I have snacks and I’m using your Netflix.”

“Y/N…” he said, you tried to avoid his gaze like he was really in front of you. You hated people pitying you. “You could’ve told me. I could…”

“I don’t need you spending money on me. When I can afford something, that’s when I get it. It’s okay.” You said for a second time.

You both remained silent. A few seconds later David broke the silence.

“Shit” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Well… I called you because my siblings wanted to show you what I got them. Now seems like a dick move.”

“It’s not” you assured. “I want to see”

You made yourself look presentable while David walked back to his living room.

“Alright guys!” you heard David said, gathering his siblings. You grabbed your phone again. Toby was the first one on sight. He was holding a long and large box.

“I got a hospital and a morf board” the little kid said holding the two unopened boxes. You could hear David cheering and giggling behind the camera.

Sarah and Ester with a calmer tone but looking excited showed you their new phones.

“And what got the big boy?” you asked.

“Something not that interesting but much cooler if you ask me” he said, flipping the camera to himself and showing you his socks. You laughed.

“Amazing.”

“I’m giving you my present as soon as I’m back in LA” He assured you. You dismissed him with a hand movement.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m serious.”

You talked a for a while until he had to go. Promising to call you back. You hung up telling him for the fifth time that you were okay.

The day went by, slowly. As the night approached, you heard less and less people on the halls. You glanced out the window. There were fewer cars on the road. Everyone was with family or friends. You cover yourself more with your blankets and drunk a little of hot chocolate.

You fell asleep with the show still playing on your computer. When you woke up, your computer was on the edge of your bed, you were lucky you didn’t kick it off the bed on your sleep.

Christmas day was a little easier on you. It felt awful being away from home, but the Christmas vibe, as contradictory as it sounded, started to die on Christmas Day. It was chilly outside and you regretted not wearing a thicker coat but you needed to go outside, get some fresh air.

Your life was pretty much back to normal on the day after Christmas, you still felt a little lonely but you were pushing through it. You came back to work. You still had a shit ton of bills to pay. Most of your friends were still back home.

David was still back home.

He didn’t tell you when he was flying back, but you assumed he would stay a few more days, since his vlogs were easier to make with his hometown friends.

That’s why when he asked you if you could go to his house and be there while Chiqui cleaned the house so you could give her some things he asked you to buy, you didn’t see anything suspicious.

You made some small talk with her while she was cleaning, asking her if she needed help on certain things. She was the sweetest.

On your way home, a couple of hours later. You heard something that freaked you out, a few shhhh made the noise go away. You checked your phone. No texts. You turned the key and opened your door slowly.

The first thing you couldn’t help but notice was the white floor and the snow that was falling down out of nowhere. Your jaw dropped to the floor. Confused but amazed at the same time, you cupped your hands and a heap of fake snow started forming.

Your eyes went straight to David, like magnets, you didn’t know he was there but you knew at the same time.

He was wearing a stupid Santa hat and the biggest smile on his face. For once, he didn’t have his camera on hand. You noticed a few of your friends were there. You glanced at the floor, three snow machines were on your small ass apartment. The view in front of you was straight up a fairytale. They put up a Christmas tree?

“Oh my god” you choked a little, laughed right after out of happiness.

David, well aware of your astonishment walked to you and gave you a tight hug.

“Can this make up to it?” he asked in your ear.

You didn’t answer because you were still in shock, you looked around, they decorated the house. The kitchen smelled like Christmas dinner. Your eyes were almost watering.

“White Elephant” one of your friends screamed. Under the Christmas tree you saw a few presents.

“I’ve got a little gift of you” he hugged you again and whispered on your ear. He held your hand and guided you to your room. On your bed laid his gifs, horribly wrapped but the pure fact that he wrapped them himself made your heart melt.

“I couldn’t be the only one with sick socks” he said when you tore up the wrapping paper. A fuzzy pair of socks were in your hands. His shoulders were white with the fake snow. He did it, he brought back Christmas for you. You loved him.

Your friends have already started the game when you two walked out of your room. You sat on the floor and David did the same almost immediately.

You squeezed his hand and he just smiled like it was no big deal. But he just made magic happen in front of your eyes.

#oooo #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik #vlogsquad #vlog squad imagines #david dobrik imagines

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dewy-biitch · 5 years

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Tagged by one of the best humans on this planet @smilexcaptainx 💛✨

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag as many people you want to get to know better!

Nickname: Angie & Angwie

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5’0

Last movie I saw: It takes two

Last thing I googled: Danny Devito height (I just wanted to see if he was taller than me. He’s 4’11 for anyone who is curious)

Favorite musician: One Direction (& solo careers), Shawn Mendes, 5 seconds of summer, Kacey Musgraves & Ed Sheeran

Song stuck in my head: Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke

Do I get asks?: Sometimes

Following: blogs that I enjoy what they post

Lucky number: 24

What am I wearing?: Green long sleeve sweater , black leggings and fuzzy socks

Dream job: Writer, Music producer, or anything behind the scenes of films or shows

Favorite food: Usually depends on my mood but atm pasta

Play any instruments: Piano (haven’t played in a while tho), Ukulele (just started to learn)

Languages: English & Spanish (but I honestly suck so idk if it counts lol)

Favorite songs: atm Amigos con derechos by Reik & Maluma, Talk too much by Coin, and idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish

Random fact: i can touch my nose with my tongue

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: I’m a mess at the moment rn so I really couldn’t tell you

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My tags:

@thatdimpledharry @5sos-imagine-requests @spdersilk @jewels2876 @thatsapien @kay0805 @sanguinesunset @akamaiden @purplerain85 @oliverwxod @sebbies @napsnnarry

And honestly anybody else who wants to do it💛

Tag me if you do, I would love to see your responses to these question

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singslead · 5 years

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answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better!

tagged by : @herlore tagging : @riffrcffed , @imbicilite , @ababwa , @rbelheir , @noblesorrow . jk i’m not tagging 20

nicknames : kendall , kendo

zodiac : taurus

height : 5′1

time : 12:40 am

favourite band / artist : gabbie hanna

song stuck in my head : santa tell me by ari

last movie i watched : ralph breaks the internet !

last thing i googled : “how is nora the protector of central city” ahhahaha i was trying to look up fan theories since the future is supposed to be anti - meta according to leg/ends of tomorrow .

other blogs : i actually just made @soschway so this & that are my only two at the moment . i have some descendants blogs but they on hiatus ‘til d3 .

do i get asks : uhhh i technically have like 43 in my inbox but 90% of them are @palaceflower .

why did i choose this username : hahahha ok so it’s “sings lead” and that’s because there’s a part in the broadway show where aladdin wants to earn money the honest way / stop thieving , so him & his three friends start a street band to do so , and kassim’s a bit reluctant so to quote: kassim: performing like dancing monkeys for loose change ? it’s embarrassing ! it’s degrading --- aladdin: you can sing lead. kassim: IT’S SHOWTIME !

following : 469 ✌️

average amount of sleep : either 5 or 12 hours , no in-between .

what i’m wearing : whitewashed ripped jeans , a 3/4 sleeve tee that says “it’s coffee o’ clock” , & knee high socks with cartoon dogs on them . i’m a trendsetter

dream job : broadway tech . idk which position tho , i just know a tech lol

dream trip : any disney cruise

favourite food : imma b lame and say pizza

play any instruments : uhhh i played flute in middle skl ?

eye colour : blue-green

hair colour : not quite a redhead , but not quite a brunette either .

languages you speak : english (technically american lmaooo)

most iconic song : nobody’s perfect by hannah montana

random fact : i’m a vegetarian who wants to go vegan but my depression is holding me back bc eggs & cheese are rly my only protein rn . :(

describe yourself as aesthetic things : o man i h8 this uh . snowfall , ghost stories , cold brew , watching netflix under a fuzzy blanket , fear of failure , puppies , conspiracies , tiaras , christmas string lights , homemade tea . idk i tried .

#mun /

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liamakorn · 6 years

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Absolution (Part 3)

A/N: Hey guys! Finally, I finished this chapter...took me a long time, mostly because I didn’t feel like it was good. Like, at all. But, I’m sort of happy with it now, even though it’s still very bad lol. So John is kinda OOC? He’s def more...aggressive? But I wanted a soft boi John, so that’s what you’re gonna get ;p Also, I’m aware he uses a tattoo gun usually, but??? The carved sin aesthetic called to me. He and Joseph carved their sins, and cross them out once they overcome them, so if he was trying to romance her then?? He might do this?? Don’t judge me. I know I said this was supposed to lead to must, but I’m not sure now? I like where I ended it. Maybe if I find the inspiration, I’ll write another chapter, but as of rn, this is the last one. Let me know what you think!

Part 1 -Part 2 -Part 3

Tagging: @obscure-fae @aliciawentzshadows

Pairing: John Seed x OC (Maggie)

Warnings: MAJOR CUTTING/SELF HARM TRIGGER WARNING! There is blood! He carves her sin into her flesh! If mentions of cutting or blood trigger you, PLEASE DONT READ!!! Don't sacrifice your mental health for my thirsty ass. Other than that, gentle boi John, dub-con if ya squint. I’m going to hell.

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His thumb stroked her jaw, pressing lightly into her throat. Felt her pounding heartbeat beneath his fingertips. Regarding her thoughtfully, John leaned closer, pressing his nose to her hair and breathing. Maggie let her eyes close, enjoying the warmth his body gave off. He dragged his lips to her ear, making sure she felt every movement.

He implored her to confess. To reveal her deepest, darkest secrets, no matter how petty. No matter how small. To rip open her ribcage so he could see the tangled mess of sin that lay beneath.

And she did.

She breathed out everything she could think of, pouring her heart between stuttering breaths, focusing only on the man in front of her. It was as if a weight was being lifted from her shoulders; Maggie found herself rambling more and more, sharing more of herself than she’d ever imagined she could. His gaze remained fixated on her, as if nothing else existed. It stirred a warmth in her gut that burned down to her toes. The attention positively ached, and yet, she never wanted him to look away. So she divulged her soul, hoping to keep those blue depths on her for just a bit longer. She confessed her greed. Her sloth. Her pride.

When she reached lust, Maggie hesitated. John tilted his head, licking his lips. As if he could taste her sins. He chuckled in response to her silence, gently stroking her cheek. Leaning closer, John nudged his nose against hers, warm breath fanning over her face.

She didn’t need to vocally confess her sin; it was written all over the way she moved, the goosebumps spreading across her flesh, the whimper she let out as his grip tightened just slightly against her throat. But he made her anyway. Eagerly awaited the words he knew would fall from her lips. Maggie whispered how she’d felt about him from the moment they’d met; how she’d dreamed of him every night since. Every unholy thought she’d ever had was voiced for him to judge. His resulting groan made her toes curl, watching as his eyes darkened.

“I know your sin…”

His voice must’ve dropped an octave, a mere growl compared to his usual cocky tone. It took everything Maggie had not to moan aloud; although, at this point, she might as well have. There was nothing she could hide from him. Not now.

His lips brushed against hers as he spoke,

“At first, I thought it must be wrath, or envy...but now, I see. Your sin...is lust.”

A shudder ran down her spine. Of course it was. She knew he was right. He could see right through her. And oddly, she didn’t mind. She wanted him to see her; to weed out her sins and lead her to the salvation his brother had promised. It terrified her. But he knew that too, grazing his nose across her cheek, delicately running his thumb along her jaw.

Laying his palm flat against her sternum, he paused for a moment, relishing in the pounding of her heart.

“But that’s alright.”

Slowly, deliberately, he dragged his hand down her front, between her breasts, stalling just above her navel. Pushing away from the tree, careful not to move too far from her body, John’s other hand gripped her wrists. With a steadiness she envied him for, John raised her arms above her head, pressing just a tad harder than was necessary; she could feel the bark digging into her skin, sure to leave marks.

“Pain is the gateway to forgiveness. Only after you’ve been punished for your sins, can you be cleansed of them.”

Leaning in closer, John almost snarled into Maggie’s ears,

“You will leave your hands where I have placed them. Do not move until your atonement is complete. Am I understood?”

The authority in his tone gave her chills. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear, and unlike last time, she didn’t hesitate to give it to him.

“Yes.”

The growl he released was more of a moan, and Maggie could tell he was enjoying this more than he let on. One look down would’ve told her for sure, but she didn’t dare. Instead, she held his gaze, blue eclipsed by his blown out pupils.

“Are you ready, Maggie?”

Gasping her confirmation, she watched in fascination as a wicked grin found his lips, falling to his knees in front of her. It took her breath away; she had to dig her nails into her palms just to keep her arms steady.

Maggie was so caught up in the sight of John Seed, on his knees before her like she was the altar he worshiped at, she nearly missed him reaching back, retrieving a small knife.

She flinched at the snap the blade made as he flipped it open, breathing escalating in a mixture of fear and pure excitement. This was it. She would be free. She would be pure. He would lead her to Eden, where she would finally be free from her sins.

God, when had she become this person?

Slowly, as not to startle her, he lifted her shirt, letting his fingers graze her skin the entire time. She’d never considered herself sensitive, but Jesus she could tell her jeans were absolutely soaked. If he noticed, he didn’t mention it. Letting the fabric bunch around her waist, John skimmed his palms along her hips, catching her gaze as he popped the button of her jeans with a flourish.

Maggie’s knees trembled. With a calculated leisure, John slipped his long fingers into the band of her jeans, tugging at them to reveal the patch of skin just above her panty line. It was pure torture. And god, the look on his face as his eyes devoured her skin, his own excitement evident in both his expression, and through his pants.

A soft sigh slipped past her lips, eyes fluttering closed as his touch warmed every inch of her exposed flesh. Maggie could feel his breath against her navel with every exhale, and it was driving her insane.

It was the cool touch of metal that snapped her, briefly, from her daze, a spike of fear stabbing her heart. What was she doing? This was absolutely psychotic; and yet, she couldn’t move her arms, her breath caught in her throat as the blade just grazed across her skin. As if sensing her unease, John pressed a chaste kiss against her hip, sending her hurtling back towards that fuzzy state of mind.

“Shhh, pet, you’re alright. This is going to hurt, okay? But I know you can handle it, I know you can find redemption...I believe in you, just trust me…”

The first incision wasn’t as bad as she’d feared. A hard sting, sure, but something she could deal with. However, the moment he began to drag the knife down, slicing her skin like it was butter, she could help but cry out, biting down on her lip so hard she tasted blood. John never stopped speaking, muttering praises as he went.

“You’re doing so well, little lamb, barely even moving, I'm so proud of you, pet…”

He gave a brief pause between letters, allowing a short reprieve for her to remember how to breathe. He must’ve been looking at her, but Maggie’s eyes were screwed shut, digging her nails into her palms. She refused to move her arms down, determined to finish her atonement. To make John proud.

The next letter was just as bad as the first, if not worse. She could feel blood dripping down her legs, staining her jeans red, even as John attempted to control the blood flow. Still, she didn’t move, gritting her teeth to the pain.

This was by far the worst one, the blade twisting into her flesh to form the correct shape. She couldn’t help the screams escaping her throat, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. He was trying so hard to be gentle, always praising her, a firm hand holding her hips to the bark.

“We’re almost done, you’re being so good for me, pet...I knew you would be perfect, I'm going to take such good care of you…”

The euphoria she felt as the last letter was carved surprised her. She was still whimpering, trembling from shock and dizzy from blood loss; but it felt good. She was freed. John was immediately by her side, pressing a cloth to her fresh wounds, gently lowering her arms to rest around his neck.

Maggie could barely hear him as he continued murmuring in her ear, something about salvation? She could've sworn he mentioned walking through Eden's Gate together, about exploring the new paradise side by side. The thought made her heart flutter, even as her eyes slipped shut.

Encouraging her to hold the makeshift bandage, he bent, sweeping one arm under her knees while tightly gripping her waist. Maggie had no will to fight, nuzzling gently into his neck. He was so warm… she could've laid there forever. Something in her addled mind warned her she might not have a choice in that matter. It was too faint to be sure. Dismissing the thought, Maggie breathed in John’s scent, mumbling what she hoped resembled a ‘thank you ‘.

She might’ve imagined his smile. Some part of her slipping subconscious might’ve convinced her that he’d pressed a meaningful kiss against her temple. But there was no way she could mistake his words, the sound echoing in her head as sleep overtook her.

“Let’s get you home, pet…”

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