I know privilege when I see it. You may think you earned your strength, but you had power the day you were born…You have the ability to change the world without getting anybody hurt. If I were in your shoes, I’d think twice before using that thing on people who are trying to feed their families.
Hey I was wondering if you had any florist/tattooist AU kyouhaba (or any other ship tvh) fix recommendations? Also I love your art and I hope you have an awesome day
hi anon! i don’t have any fics to recommend at the moment unfortunately BUT i have this little thing that’s been in my drafts for a while /)u(\ i have no idea what to do with it so just …. *shoves it at you* take this dying and not so smooth tattoed yahaba
Ok So I clicked on my word doc for Torn and it told me I had not touched it for 8 days. I was just going through and could not even write any of the story. I am going to go ahead and post a rough draft of some of the story. This is not even half of the story but I want to go ahead and put something out there for my lovelies who have been waiting. I am not tagging this as it is not the finish story. When it’s done I will tag and also put on FF net. Hope you enjoy.
Eric did not get off
from work until well after midnight. He quietly let himself into your
apartment, took off his boots at the door and hung up his coat on the coat
rack. He found himself in your bedroom standing over your bed watching you
sleep. As usual you had kicked off the sheets as he has noticed since having
Abbey you were hot natured at night and could not stand the covers to be on you
long. His body long to be against yours, he longed to taste your skin, he
longed for your legs to be wrapped around him with your tight pussy sucking him
in. Eric shook his head to clear it and walked to his daughter’s room. She was
fast asleep on her back with the night light giving her an luminous affect. He
leaned down and kissed her face before undressing to his boxers and crawling
into the bed he found himself in most nights. Even though work kept him from
you and his daughter during the day, he found he slept better when you three
were under the same roof at night. As he laid down staring at the ceiling his
thoughts landed on you and his daughter as they did all day every day.
You were woken by the
sounds of Abbey wanting to be fed. You quickly got out of bed and headed to her
room. As usual you saw Abbey’s father laying in the bed in her room. You longed
for him to be in your bed with his body up against yours.
You cooed at Abbey as
you picked her up for her feeding.
“Hey.” Eric said
“Hey back. What are you
“I can’t sleep.”
“You want some
Eric nodded yes as he
sat up in bed. Even in the soft light of the night light you could tell he was
tired. His eyes were red with prominent bags under them. You sat on the bed
beside him and as Abbey nursed you found your other hand caressing Eric’s face.
He let out a sigh of pure exhaustion as his eyes closed and his face leaned
into your hand. You wanted to hold him and never let him go at that moment. You
did not like seeing him like this. You both sat in silence as Abbey nurse for a
“You want to tell me
what’s going on?” You asked breaking the silence.
“It’s nothing to
concern yourself with.” Eric opened his eyes and pulled back from your caress.
“Eric, you are
exhausted. I am worried about you.”
“I’ll be fine. The last
thing I need is for you to worry about me.”
You frowned at his response.
“Whether you want me to
or not I’m worried.” You told him as you looked down at Abbey who was half
sleep still latched on your nipple. You gently pulled her from your breast and
handed her to Eric to burp like you did most nights if he was up during your
feedings. You watched Eric hold his daughter, gently patting her back until a small
burp escaped her mouth. Eric got up from the bed and put his sleeping daughter
back in her crib. Eric sighed with weariness as he crawled back into the bed. You
looked at Eric to find him gazing at you and in the soft light of the night
light you could see the desire in his eyes. There was something more in his
eyes as you scooted up closer to him in the bed and caressed his face . Eric
looked intently in your eyes as your fingers lightly caressed his face and lips.
You wanted so badly to kiss his lips. You shook the desire from your body as
best you could and thought this would be a good time to have a long-needed
conversation with him.
“I know you are tired
but I have something to ask you. I need to do it while I have your undivided
“Go ahead.” He had a
feeling what you were going to ask.
“What are we doing?”
“What do you mean what
we are doing?” He asked with a slight frown on his handsome face.
“Us. What are we to
Eric let out another
sigh and rubbed his hand over his face. Yep, here it was the dreadful talk of
“We are two people who
care about each other and both raising our child together.”
“Do you love me Eric?”
Eric’s face gave a
“I love my daughter and
you have my heart.”
“I know I have your
heart but do you love me?”
“I already told you
what you mean to me Y/N. I am not a man to repeat myself just to appease you. I
am here for you and my daughter. What more do you want?” You could feel him
becoming annoyed with you but you needed to know.
“I want you.”
“Do I have you?”
“What do you mean? You
know you do.”
“No more Four?”
“No more Four.” You
“Then you have me.”
“All of you?”
“You have all of me.”
“No more other women?”
Eric looked at you
intently thinking how he would answer.
“Eric? No other women
right?” Your heart started to pound in your chest every second he did not
“No other women.” He
finally said. You sighed with relief hoping he was telling you the truth. “Y/N
you do know my needs and what kind of appetite I have.”
“Yes I do.” You looked
from his eyes as the pure desire you had for him would reflect in your eyes.
“So you really might
want to end your stupid challenge.”
“It’s stupid to you
because you know you will lose.”
“No sweetheart. You
know me better than that. I don’t lose at anything no matter what.”
“Ok Eric if you say
so.” Please God don’t let that be a lie what
he just told you about other women.
As you looked at him in
the soft light you wondered would he ever feel the same for you as you felt for
You didn’t know what
you had expected to him to say. It was not like he was going to profess his
love for you and get down on one knee to ask your hand in marriage but you were
disappointed. You loved this man with every fiber in your body and you just
wanted more from him. Yes, he told you that you were his heart but you just
needed to hear those three words from him.
“Y/N just trust me ok. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I trust you. Do you
want to come lay with me?”
Eric raised his pierced
eyebrow. “And do what?”
“Sleep.” You wanted him
to hold you.
Eric shook his head no.
“What did I just say.”
His voice was hard. “You know that would be the last thing we will be doing if
I crawled in that bed with you. Do you want to do more than sleep?”
You got up from the
bed. He was right and if you told him yes that would be telling him you wanted
him even though you did with every cell in your body. You would not give him
the satisfaction of losing the challenge no matter how silly he thought it was.
“You are right we
better not. Good night Eric.”
You didn’t hear a
response as you watch him lay back down in bed and turn his back to you.
Eric was gone when you
went to get Abbey to start the day. The bed was perfectly made as usual. He
always made the bed better than you. You smiled at the thought of him tucking
the sheets under the mattress making sure you could bounce a quarter off the
bed. After feeding Abbey your tablet alerted you that your mom had arrived. You
wanted to shout for joy. You missed your mom and could not wait to see her. You
were also sad that you will have to leave your baby girl for eight hours a day as
you returned to work in a few days. You missed work but you were going to miss
Abbey more. Four stopped by and sat with Abbey as you and your mother unpacked
and cleaned the apartment she would be staying in right across the hall.
“She is growing like a
weed.” Four commented as he kissed Abbey’s fingers.
“Yes she is.”
The tension between you
and Four was slowly subsiding with each passing day.
“Are you excited about
returning to work? It will be good to have you back.” Four told you as he
watched you clean the dust off one of the dressers in your mom’s new room.
“Yes, I am excited. How
are the initiates doing?”
“They are doing good.”
You notice a change in
Four’s voice so you stopped cleaning and looked over at your former lover.
“Nothing. What makes
you think something is wrong?”
You put down the dust
brush, walked over to Four and lifted his chin up to face you.
“I know you Four.”
Four tried to look away
but you held his chin firmly. You felt the realization as to why he would not
look you in your eyes hit you in the gut.
“What’s her name?”
“She is just an initiate.”
“Just an initiate? I
was an initiate. I can tell you like her. Does she feel the same?”
“I think so. It won’t
be the same as it was with you and me. I will never love anyone the way that I
You leaned over and
kissed Four on his forehead.
“I am so happy you
found someone Four. You deserve happiness. What’s the lucky girl’s name?”
“Well that’s a pretty
name. I bet she is lovely and I can’t wait to meet her.” A slight twinge of
jealously stabbed at your heart but you were happy for Four. If anyone deserved
love it was him. You wondered how long their relationship was going on and if
he told her about you. You wondered if he would ever tell her if he had not
done so already. You hoped not as there was no real need too. He was god father
to your child and that was all she really needed to know. Lord knows you did
not need another woman in Dauntless not liking you.
You were finally done
cleaning your mom’s apartment and you sighed from exhaustion as you flopped
down on your couch.
“Mommy is tired baby
girl.” Abbey responded to you with a string of coos and gurgles. You looked
down at your tablet sitting on the coffee table when you heard the text alert
You smiled at your
tablet when you read Eric’s message telling you he would be home for dinner.
Your eyes zoned in on the word ‘home’. You were tired and had not plan on
cooking anything. You were just going to eat a sandwich but you quickly jumped
up from the couch, pulled Abbey’s baby seat with you, headed to take a shower
and then to the kitchen to cook for your baby daddy.
You had just finish
cooking when you heard the keypad and the door open. The conversation from last
night was still fresh in your mind and as you watch him walk in you hoped one
day he would be able to say those three important words to you. Eric hung up
his jacket, looked you up and down, clenched his jaw in sexual frustration and
took a beeline straight to his daughter. Well
hello to you too, you thought as you made his plate.
Eric sat down at the dinner
table with Abbey sitting on his knee.
“Here let me take her
while you eat.” You told him as you place a plate of hot food in front of him.
Nodding Eric let you relieve Abbey from his knee. You grabbed your daughter and
found your finger nails grazing the back of his neck and you were rewarded with
a light shiver before his blue eyes turned to looked up at you. You smiled
sweetly down at him before putting Abbey in her baby seat and setting it on
rock motion. You grabbed your plate and sat across from Eric.
“Your mom settled in
okay?” He asked before stuffing his mouth with steak.
“Yes, she is. I can
tell she will miss dad though but he will be here on the weekends and vice
Eric nodded as he cut
more off the steak you cooked for him.
“Are you ready to start
back work in soon?”
“Yes.” You replied
trying not to stare at his mouth as he chewed and licked his lips. It was becoming
a strain on you having him around. His very presence turned you on and you
constantly fought at the desire to jump him. However, you were bound and
determine to have him concede.
“Y/N?” Eric put his fork
and knife down on his plate and sat back in his seat.
You jumped out of your intimate
thoughts of him and looked back up in his piercing blue eyes. A seductive smile
played on his lips.
“I’m sick of your
little game.” Eric turned around and looked at his daughter who had fallen
asleep. “Abbey’s asleep. I can relieve some of that stress you are carrying
around. All I need is five minutes and I will have you at release. Just say the
You nearly moan at his
words. You were so tired of fighting.
“Stop it Eric.” You
told him as sternly as you could. You popped a piece of steak in your mouth and
chewed it a little harder than necessary. Eric’s smile widen as he saw how you
were fighting what you and him so desperately needed.
“I think I will need
more than five minutes. You’re chewing that steak a little too hard. I will
have to make you come several times to even come close to getting some of that
“Oh my God.” You whispered
under your breath as the image of him inside you popped in your head.
Don’t you lose! Don’t you lose! He was so damn cocky and sure of
himself which was one of the many reasons you found him attractive but he
needed to be brought down a level or two. Having him beg for you would be a
start. You both ate in silence but Eric never took his eyes off you and the way
he was looking at you had you squirming in your seat. You quickly finish your
meal and got up from the table. You needed to get away from his heated gaze.
You started to wash your plate when Eric got up, walked up behind you and
wrapped his thick arms around your waist.
“Eric what are you
He didn’t answer but pushed
your hair to the side to expose the back of your neck and gently kissed your
exposed skin. His kisses turn into licks, his licks turned into soft bites and
then back to kisses. You were becoming delirious at how good he felt and you
were mad at yourself for allowing a moan or two to escape your lips. Eric spun
you around, lifted you up, wrapped your legs around his waist, planted you on
the counter and brought his lips to yours. You greedily accepted him.
“Can I take you here?”
He whispered against your lips.
“Tell me you want me.” Even
though your body was screaming at you your mind held steadfast.
Eric leaned in and
kissed you harder and you felt his hard on between your legs. Your body
instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist tighter pulling him even
closer to you. As you both fucked each other’s mouth Eric started to grind
against you and you found yourself bucking up to his grind.
moaned. He felt so damn good. You missed him. You needed him. His grind
increased and you started to feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm rising as
your hood piercing was hitting your clit just right. “Oh God Eric!”
“Come for me baby.”
Eric nipped your earlobe.
“Eric you need to
stop.” You said barely above a whisper. You didn’t want him to stop.
“I just want to see you
come. I want to see your face.”
“Eric stop.” You said a
little louder as an orgasm was about to grip your body and you pushed Eric away
with all your strength.
“Fuck Y/N!!” Eric
shouted at you. “You need to fuckin stop this! Do you want me to go to Mandy?”
Your body jerked at the
very mention of her name.
“You told me no more
other women Eric!” You yelled. How dare he throw her up in your face.
Eric grabbed your chin
and lifted your face close to his.
“If you don’t stop this
stupid, fuckin game I will go find someone else who would be happy to have me.
Trust me Y/N it would be easy to find someone. All the young, new initiates
that look at me with ‘fuck me’ eyes all day, every day.”
“You fuckin asshole!
You didn’t mean a thing you said to me last night.” You tried to pull your face
away from his grasp only to have him grab your chin tighter.
“I meant every word of what
I said last night. This is on you. All on you.” Eric let go of your chin, went
and kissed his daughter, grabbed his jacket and walked out the door. You still
sat on the kitchen counter flabbergasted. That man never cease to amaze you at
how well he could push your buttons.
“Asshole!” You shouted
at the closed door.
Around two in the
morning Abbey’s whimpers woke you up for a feeding. You quickly went to your
daughter and was surprise that you didn’t see Eric asleep in her room. You
frowned at the empty bed and wondered if he did indeed make good on his threat
to hook up with Mandy or one of the initiates. He wouldn’t dare you thought as
you nursed Abbey. You knew this was him fucking with you as usual. After Abbey
fell back to sleep you grabbed your tablet off the night stand. You stared at
it for a long moment before you dialed Eric’s number.
“What!” he answered
with a sharp snap. You rolled your eyes, biting your tongue.
“Are you still at
work?” You hoped he was at work or home alone and not balls deep in some bitch.
There was a long silence on his end.
“It’s two in the
morning why would I be at work?” He sighed frustrated at you.
“Why are you not here?
Abbey will miss you tonight.”
“Only Abbey?” Eric
“You know I miss you.”
“I’ll be there
tomorrow. I had things to do tonight.”
“I hope the things you
were doing were not another a woman.”
Eric was silent.
“Eric? Are you with
someone?” You asked as you started to panic.
“No, Y/N no one is
here. I have not been with anyone.” He sighed into his tablet. You sighed with
relief. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Without waiting for a reply Eric ended the
call. You slammed your tablet back on the nightstand, crawled into bed and became
more annoyed at him. To know that he specifically did not come and stay with
you and Abbey tonight just to prove some stupid point began to piss you off. He
can push your buttons and play silly games with you all he wanted but he will
not put Abbey in the middle. Abbey was three months now and knew her father’s
face. She was use to him being there when she woke up at night for her
feedings. You sat up in bed as your mind started to think of a way you could
get back at him. You smiled to yourself as you turned on the lamp on your
nightstand. You will send him a pic to remind him just what he was missing out
on. You quickly crawled out of bed and at your vanity pulled your hair out of
its ponytail, ruffling it a little to add body and applied shimmering lip gloss
Jen had brought you.
You pulled your tank
top down to show off your ample cleavage. You had pulled it so low it was dangerously
close to showing the tips of your areola. Crawling back in bed you put your
forearm under your breast, pushed it up and squeezed your breast together. You
grabbed your tablet with your free hand and snapped several seductive pictures.
Picking the most seductive pic you typed in the text section of the message
that you missed him immensely. You grinned as you sent the picture. You saw
exactly when he viewed the picture and held your breath waiting for a reply.
You saw where he started typing and then he stopped for a long moment and then
started typing again.
Quit fucking around and go to bed.
His text read. You
burst out laughing. That should have him wound up pretty tight tonight. You sat
the tablet back on the nightstand, went to your bathroom to wipe the lip gloss
off and pull your hair back into a ponytail. You hope Eric has a restless night
you thought as you climbed back in bed.
When Eric opened your message,
and saw your selfie he gazed at your picture for a long time as his dick grew
harder than a rock. Your eyes were
literally telling him to come fuck you. That little pout you gave with your
lips shimmering just begged to be wrapped around his dick. He growled deep in
his throat when his eyes landed on your cleavage. You knew exactly what you
were doing and it took all of Eric’s strength not to march down to your
apartment and give you what you were begging for in this picture. Eric typed his response to you, threw his
tablet on his nightstand and proceeded to his bathroom for a cold shower. He
refused to relieve the pressure that was built inside him. The next time he
came he would be inside you.
Eric was so busy the
next day at work typing up a report he barely was able to keep up with you
through the nanny cam. You were a busy bee with cleaning, feeding, washing, and
playing with Abbey. Eric did catch himself smiling whenever he heard Abbey’s
little laughs and coos. When he heard
your shriek, he stopped typing and quickly looked over at the tablet. He saw
you run out of your bathroom soak and wet. What
the fuck?! He thought as he watched you quickly pick up your tablet and
call maintenance. Listening in Eric gathered a pipe busted in the bathroom. He
could not help but smile as you stood soak and wet in just your shorts looking
frustrated. Eric zoomed in on your breast and licked his lips as your nipples
were hard as a rock. You heard knocking at your door and quickly found a tank
top to throw on to answer the door. Eric frowned when he saw the maintenance
man walk in behind you with his eyes trained on your ass. You and those damn shorts, Eric thought. The way your ass looked in
them was any man’s kryptonite. Eric watched
you exchange pleasantries with the maintenance man, grabbed Abbey and disappear
out the room while he went to fix your pipe. Eric went back to typing his
report and was nearly done when you came back into the bedroom. The maintenance
man was done fixing your pipe and had called you back into your room. Eric,
watch you as you walked in holding Abbey. It did not go unnoticed to Eric that
the maintenance man was glaring at your ass as you bend forward to put Abbey in
her seat and buckle her in.
Eric frowned as you
both held a conversation. You laughed at something the man said and you touched
one of his shoulders as you continued laughing. What was so damn funny? Eric thought as he watched you on his
tablet. His anger started to build up as he watched you on the screen. Were you flirting? Eric, watch you cock
your head to the side and twirl on a loose strand of your hair. Son of a bitch! You were fuckin flirting
with the man. Eric jumped up from his desk to head to your apartment when
Max walked in without knocking. Eric quickly pressed the home button on his
tablet to hide the live image of your bedroom.
“Eric, here is the
paperwork I need. Look over them, sign them and bring them to my office.”
Eric needed to get to
your apartment before the maintenance man left.
“Sure.” Eric took the
paperwork and started to review and sign. When he was done, he turned on his
tablet and saw that the man was gone. You were getting undress for the bath you
tried to take earlier. He decided he would address you later when he figured
out how to bring up the topic without alerting you to his camera. However, the
maintenance man was a different story. Everyone at Dauntless knew you were his
and off limits. After turning in the papers to Max, Eric headed to the maintenance
Eric stomped into the
maintenance office and demanded to see the man who fixed your pipe earlier.
“That’s Ray and he has
gone home for the day.” Ray’s boss told him. “Can I help you with something
“You can tell me his
“May I ask why?”
Eric did not respond
but just glared until Ray’s boss reluctantly gave him the answer he wanted.
Ray had just sat down
with a sandwich when he got a text alert from his boss stating Eric Coulter was
on his way to his apartment.
“Shit!” Ray muttered.
Why did he fuckin take the maintenance call to your apartment earlier? He knew
why he wanted to see you up close and personal. Everyone in Dauntless knew of
the initiate who had two of Dauntless elites fighting over her and eventually
giving birth to Leader Coulter’s daughter. Ray had seen you around from afar
but he needed to see what was so special about you. He received his answer as
soon as you opened your apartment door to him and smiled up at him. You were
beautiful and he could not help check you out as he followed you to your room.
Eric was definitely a lucky man and Ray knew just being within a few feet of
you he could be risking his life. Ray slammed his sandwich on its plate as he
heard a set of loud banging at his door. Ray swung the door open to an irate
“Can I help you?” Ray
asked Eric perturbed.
“I don’t want you ever
stepping foot in Y/N’s apartment again.” Eric seethed.
“What the hell are you
talking about? I was doing my job and if I get another call I will go and do my
job.” Ray snapped not backing down. Eric glared at Ray and Ray saw Eric’s eyes
turn deadly. Ray knew right then that he was a fool to try to challenge Eric.
“Do you have any idea
what I am capable of? You do not look or speak to her ever again. Do you understand
“Are you threatening
An evil smile played on
Eric’s lips. “Do I look like a man who threatens?” Ray realized Eric was not a
man who threatens but does exactly what he says he was going to do. Eric
Coulter was capable of anything. “Do I? Eric asked again stepping closer to
Ray. Ray took a step back. Wow you must be the Hope Diamond for Eric to
threaten a stranger to stay away from you Ray thought. Now his interest was
really peaked about you.
“You got it Leader Coulter.
I will not step foot in Y/N’s apartment or even look at her.” Ray said to
appease the angry dauntless leader.
“Oh, and keep her name
out your mouth.” Eric snapped before walking away. Ray smiled to himself as he
shut his apartment door. Maybe just maybe he might take the next service
request he sees for your apartment.
You had just put Eric’s
plate on the table when he walked in. You knew instantly he was in a pissy
He glanced over at you
and headed straight for his daughter. As usual when he is in a pissed off mood
he didn’t speak to you. Well you will not speak to him then. You decided you
will eat your lunch in your room. You didn’t want to be around him when he was
in a foul mood. You were just tired and did not have the energy to deal with
“Where are you going?”
Eric asked as he sat down at the table and saw you head toward your room with
“To my room.” You
replied as you continued to your room.
“Come sit with me.” It
wasn’t a demand but an invite. That was a first. You turned around and sat
across from him at your table. You both ate in silence for a few moments as you
both listen to Abbey’s string of gurgles and oohs and ahhs. Eric looked down at
his daughter caressing her cheek. You liked that Eric had pulled the baby seat
next to him at the table. He wanted to be near his daughter. You watched him as
his mood from earlier faded away as he leaned over and kissed Abbey.
“I saw that you had a
maintenance request today.” He stated looking up from Abbey to you.
“Yes I did.” You told
him as you stuffed your mouth with mash potatoes not offering him any more
“What needed to be
You put down your fork
and looked over at Eric. The tone of his voice was off. This was not just small
talk. He was up to something.
“After I had filled the
tub for a bath the sink started to make strange noises in the pipes. When I
turned the water on it went everywhere. Ray fixed it in no time.”
You saw Eric’s lips
curl with disgust at the name Ray. Was he jealous?
“Oh, you on a first name basis with the maintenance
man?” he asked with a slight scowl on his face.
He was jealous.
“Are you upset over Ray being in my apartment?
Eric, you can’t get upset over someone coming in my apartment to fix something
for me. Hell, you can’t be mad at anyone coming into my apartment period. This
is my apartment.”
Eric started to argue
and you held your hand up to stop him.
“You know I will pack Abbey’s
and my shit up in a heartbeat and move out.” You glared at him. Challenging
him. Eric decided not to argue as he knew you would do exactly what you said
you would do. Without another word to one another you both went back to eating
and finished your meals in silence. As
you wash dishes Eric sat and held his daughter before leaving back for work.
You were so engrossed
in cleaning and straightening your kitchen you didn’t hear Eric when he walked
up to you. When you turned around to find him standing behind you, you nearly
jumped out of your skin. You looked up at him not saying a word.
“I might be home late
You nodded and returned
to your task.
“Will I get another
picture of you if it gets too late.”
You turned back to him
and shook your head no. “You know who you have waiting for you.”
Eric’s fingers caressed
“Indeed I do.” He said
softly before planting a soft kiss on your lips. You were almost derailed and
fought the urge to just climb him right where you both stood. The affect he had
on you will always amaze you. You stood in the kitchen and watch him leave. You
stood staring at the door contemplating conceding when he comes home tonight.
You physically and mentally could not take it anymore. You needed him. Plain
and simple. Abbey’s whimpers brought you out of your thoughts as you rushed to
your baby girl.
You gently laid your
angel in her crib for the night and checked around her princess theme room to
make sure she would have everything she needed to keep her comfortable. You
chuckled to yourself as you thought back on the argument you and Eric had about
Abbey’s bedroom theme. Of course, you won. If it was up to Eric her room would
be dark colors with the Dauntless symbol decorating her walls.
You cut on her night
light, you checked off the list in your head to make sure she would be
comfortable as you did every night when you realized she did not have her
monitor. You quickly rushed to your bedside and grabbed one of the pair of baby
monitors and turned it on. You looked over at the teddy bear Angelina had gave
Abbey and decided to put it in her room. You had become fond of the soft, pink
teddy bear but it would look better in Abbey’s room and it really did not go
with your décor. You sat the baby
monitor down as you grabbed the teddy bear and you heard a faint whirring
sound. What the fuck was that? You
sat the teddy bear back on the shelf to see if you heard the faint noise again.
You looked around your room and you heard it again. Your head jerked to the
teddy bear as you realized it was the source of the sound. What was that noise?
You grabbed the stuff
animal and turned it around to look at its back. Maybe it was a talking bear
and had batteries. You never did really check the bear once Eric put it on the
bookcase in your room.
There was no opening
for a set of batteries. You knew that sound came from the bear. You picked up
the baby monitor and grabbed the teddy bear you were about to cut it open to
see what the hell was that noise when you heard a loud feedback from the baby
You moved the monitor
to the stuff bear again to hear more feedback. As you stood looking at the bear
confused it finally clicked that it was a camera. Eric had nanny cam you! Who
the fuck did he think he was to do that?! Did he think you could not take care
of your child? You sat the bear back on the shelf and stepped away from the
bear to not reveal any further that you knew about the camera. He did say it
was a gift from his mom. Was this on her? No. You knew the father of your
child. This was all him. You grabbed your tablet along with the baby monitor
and texted Jen when you went to the nursery.
For now on walk around in your underwear or nothing at all whenever
Abbey is asleep. He will be begging for you in no time.
Jen’s text read. You found what she said amusing but it
bothered you that he needed to have a camera in your room. Did he think you
were still sleeping with Four? You had to think of something that would drive
Eric insane. Wait you needed to back up. Could you handle Eric’s wrath right
now? You sat on the bed in Abbey’s room and thought long and hard. You would
not dare bring Four into your bedroom because you did not love him in that way
anymore and you certainly wanted to live to see your daughter grow up. You
looked down at your tablet when you heard the text alert.
Remember that toy party we and the other girls had right before you
found out you were pregnant?
Jen’s text read.
You still have what you brought?
Have your mom keep Abbey tonight. You get naked and use that toy on
yourself. You know he will be watching and trust me he will be at your door in
seconds. Challenge won!
Your friend was an evil
genius. When your mom arrived you made sure she came into your room holding
Abbey and told you that she will bring her back in the morning.
You walked your mom to the door and as you
shut the door behind her you changed the entry code. After a few moments you
heard your tablet alert in your room.
It was Eric. Could he
be any more obvious?
About to take a bath. What are you doing?
Working. What else would I be doing? What is Abbey doing?
You turned your back to
the camera to hide your smirk.
She is spending the night with mom.
So you let my daughter stay the night with your mom without talking
with me first?
You ignored his last
text and made sure he saw you put the tablet on the nightstand. Eric mumbled a
few curse words under his breath and sat the tablet on a stand next to his
computer so he can view your bedroom at all times.
Eric started typing a
report for Max when he noticed movement in his peripheral vision on his tablet.
You had peeled off your boy shorts, tank top and stood in your underwear while
digging for something in one of your drawers. Eric abruptly stopped typing as
he watches you pulled out a phallus shaped object. What the fuck? Eric’s mouth fell open as you sat the object on the
bed and peeled off your bra and panties. Eric swallowed hard as he looked at
your naked body. You were absolutely beautiful. You slowly crawled in the
middle of your bed giving Eric a good view of your ample ass. You laid on your back,
spread your legs, gently pulled your lips apart and rubbed your clit with your
index finger to get your juices flowing for your toy. In a matter of seconds
you were wet, you grabbed the toy, pressed the button for vibration, spread
your legs wider and slowly eased the toy in your pussy. You moaned as the
feeling of being filled felt so good. The toy wasn’t Eric but it would have to
do for now. You hoped by the end of the night Eric would be inside you. You
started to squirm as you pumped the vibrator inside you. Eric sat
frozen staring at the screen. It was intoxicating watching you pleasure
yourself as well as pure torture. As Eric cock started to strain against his
pants he decided he could not take the need for you anymore. Fuck the gotdamn
challenge. Eric at times can be a patient man if he wanted too but he had just
run out of patience with you. He did not have an ounce left in him. He was
going straight to your apartment and fuck you. Eric quickly shut down his
computer, grabbed his tablet and earphones. He did not need anyone hearing your
moans as he made his way to your apartment. Eric literally sprinted down the
halls as he continued watching you pleasure yourself on his tablet screen. If
anyone was in his way they moved quickly out of his way.
Your moans became
louder as you pumped the vibrator in and out of your wet pussy. Your climax hit
hard and as your eyes rolled in the back of your head and you knew just at that
moment what to do to give Eric a taste of his own medicine. As the juices
flowed from your body and your walls grabbed onto the vibrator tighter you
screeched out Four’s name. Eric stopped dead in his tracks when he heard you
call out Four’s name. He watched as you came down from your orgasm, sat up in
the bed, looked straight at the teddy bear, lick your lips and smirked. You knew! You fuckin knew about the camera! You
bitch! He was going to fuck you up when he gets to your apartment. He was
glad Abbey was spending the night with your mom. You were fucking with him and
he did not like it.
You had just put your
underwear back on when you heard the sound of the keypad and knew it was Eric. You
rushed up to the door as a smile of satisfaction displayed on your face as you
heard the loud error beep from him entering the code. You were glad you had
changed the code earlier. You heard a string of curse words through the door.
“Y/N!!!” He screamed
through the door.
“What?” You yelled
“Open this fuckin
“No!” You stifled a
giggle. You frowned when you heard him retreat from your door.
Oh fuck! There was no way Eric would give up that easy.
You went back into your
bedroom to throw on some lounge clothes when you heard a loud banging at your
door. You threw your clothes on the bed and ran to the front door in your bra
What in the fuck!
You realized Eric was
smashing the code box with something. Before you could type in the code to
unlock the door, Eric kicked it in almost hitting you with the door. His eyes
were a blazed with fury. You looked down at his right hand and saw a hammer. He
literally smashed the code box to get your door open. The door slammed shut
behind him as Eric charged to you.
“Eric! What the-” Eric
dropped the hammer, grabbed you by your legs and flung you across his shoulder
as if you weighed nothing. You kicked and pounded on his back yelling for him
to put you down. Eric threw you on the couch. You scrambled in a sitting
position as Eric glared down at you.
“You think you’re being
fuckin funny?!” Eric leaned over getting in your face.
“What are you talking
about?” Trying your best innocence act.
“Oh you want to act
dumb now. You know what the fuck I’m talking about.” Eric roared at you.
“I have no idea what
you are talking about Eric. Spill it out!” You shouted at him.
“Did you know about the
camera when the maintenance man came to fix the pipes? Were you trying to make
me jealous or just acting like a whore.”
Your body instinctively
jerked at the word ‘whore’ and you hauled back and slapped him across his face.
“You son of a bitch!”
You moved to slap him again when he grabbed your wrists. You began kicking him,
causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards on your coffee table with
you on top of him.
The wooden table did not stand a chance under both
of your weight and shattered to pieces. You were undeterred by the coffee table
and took the opportunity when Eric let go of your wrist to punch him in the
Eric quickly rolled you
over and pinned your hands to the floor. You winced as pieces of shattered wood
dug into your back, your butt and the back of your thighs. You both were
breathing heavy glaring at each other. Staring
into his beautiful blue eyes and his weight on top of you caused your core to
clench and you instinctively licked your lips which caused a primal growl to
escape Eric’s lips just before crashing his lips down on yours. Eric’s tongue
probed your mouth deeply, exploring your entire mouth. As he kissed you one of
his hands dug into the wooden shards to support himself as he used his other
hand to unbutton his pants. He pulled from your mouth and pulled his pants and
boxers down to reveal his massive hard on.
Eric pulled at your
underwear and with one strong jerk ripping them off causing you to yelp. That
will leave a sight burn on your waist bone. You squirmed under him in
“Don’t you dare fuckin
“Tell me you want me.
Tell me you need me!” You moaned as you lifted up to lick and then bite his
neck. Eric shook his head no in defiance. You started to push him off you.
“Y/N! Don’t!” Eric’s
voice was full of lust as he grabbed your hips to keep you in place. Eric took
his time and slowly took in every single curve on your splendid body. As he
watched you a simple moan escaped the back of your throat and Eric knew at that
moment you had the power to make him beg for your pussy.
“Eric! Tell me you want
me!” You grabbed one of his hands and put it on your hot and wet pussy. Eric groaned
as he inserted two of his fingers inside you. Your walls gripped his fingers
and you let out a loud moan deep in your throat and when he looked into your
eyes you saw in his that he had finally conceded.
“If you want this pussy
Eric tell me you want me and you need me.” You demanded refusing to back down.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Eric
cursed as he buried his face in your neck. “I need you!” He mumbled against
your neck before biting down sending shivers up and down your body.
“What I can’t hear
you?!” You gasped with a smile playing on your lips. Eric lifted up and looked
you deep in your eyes. His eyes were blazed with fire, his skin flushed as his need and desire for you threaten to spill
all over you without him even being inside you. His jaw clenched as his eyes
bore deep into yours.
“I need you Y/N. I want
you.” Eric finally admitted his voice full of need.
“Challenge won.” You
smiled up at him. Eric growled as he pulled back and in one swift motion filled
you to the hilt. You let out a small cry of pleasure with slight pain. The
sensation of your pussy being stretched so wide almost sent you into an instant
You forgot how full he
always made you feel. It was a feeling you vowed never to deny yourself again.
“I’m going to fuck that
smile off your face!” His voice a deep baritone filled with lust.
“Bring it!” You
challenged as you spread your legs wider for your man, your walls tightening
and gripping him, pulling him even deeper inside you. Eric beat your walls
harder than he had ever before. It had been way to long without you he thought
as his thrust quicken and became harder.
“Fuck you are so
tight!” Eric groaned. “How can you be so tight just having my baby?” Eric
pumped deep into you as you leaned up into his ear and purred. “I will always
be tight and right for you Eric.” Your teeth clamped on the barbell in his
right earlobe and pulled gently as you nipped it. Hearing you say you would
always be ready for him stirred something inside Eric causing him to push in
even further inside you and to show just how tight you were your walls grabbed
his thick cock. You were awarded with a string of moans and groans of pleasure
with a few curse words in between. Smacking sounds and heavy breathing filled the
“Come for me Y/N.” Eric
whispered in your ear as he reached down and pulled on your hood piercing and
rubbed your harden nub. The combination of him telling you to come and his
fingers on your clit sent you over the edge and you felt the ripples of your
orgasm seize you. Your nails dug into Eric’s muscular back and you knew it
would leave a mark even though he still had on his black t-shirt.
Eric knew you were coming
as your pussy became even wetter and more slippery.
You literally screamed
his name as you came. Your eyes began to water as you rode out your orgasm.
Lifting one of your legs for deeper access Eric’s frantic thrusts let you know
he was on the verge of coming. You watched with excitement and pleasure as
Eric’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his body shuddered. You were
thrilled you still had this power over him. As Eric came with each spasm he shot
loads of cum deep within you. Tears rolled down the side of your face as he
collapsed on you causing your skin to dig deeper into the broken wood. You
barley noticed the pain as you silently cried. You were happy and content. Eric
lifted up after he caught his breath and looked at you. He knew your tears were
not tears of sadness. Without a word he leaned down and kissed and licked them
away. Eric’s mouth moved to your lips and he softly pulled on your bottom lip
giving it a little nip with his teeth. Neither of you had the need to say
anything to one another as Eric kissed your lips and made his way to your
collar bone. You moaned as you felt him become hard again inside you. You
bucked up toward him ready for round two when he slowly pulled out of you. Eric pulled his pants and boxers off his body
and rose up from on top of you and rid himself of the of his shirt. You laid
spent on the shattered coffee table ruins. He really laid it on you. You gazed
up at him as he stood looking down at you. He was breathtaking as his cock
swung up, vein-covered and hard. He reached his hand out to you and you grabbed
it tightly as he lifted you off the floor with ease. As your adrenaline
subsided a little, the pain from the coffee table began to stab at your back.
Noticing the frown on your face Eric turned you around and brushed off any wood
shards from your back. He leaned over and licked and kissed each bruise he saw.
You closed you eyes and focused on how good his tongue and lips felt on your
“Take off your bra and
go to the arm of the couch.” Eric instructed. “I’m not nearly done with you.”
(Trust me there is more smut!)
You woke up the next
morning to the smell of bacon. You were disoriented for a second as you tried
to figure out why your apartment smelled of bacon. You reached over for Eric to
find his side of the bed cold and empty. You rolled over and lifted your tablet
to see the time. It was pass nine-thirty and you had not slept this late since
having Abigail. Eric really wore you out. As you sat the tablet back on your
nightstand you noticed a glass of water and two pain pills. You grabbed the
pills and chased them down with the cool water.
You braced yourself as you slowly crawled out of bed. Your body ached
all over especially your center. You hope the meds will work fast.
“Breakfast!” You heard
Eric call. How did he know you were up?
Wait….Eric made breakfast? You slowly walked to the bathroom to freshen up
and throw on some lounge clothes. Slowly shifting into the kitchen, you stopped
at a standstill as you watch Eric put a plate of food on each end of the table.
What the hell was going on? Eric
rarely cooked for you. He did cook for you when you were recuperating from
Raven’s wrath and as soon as you were able to stand up and move around he had
“Are you working today?
“I always work. You
know that. Now sit.”
You looked at the hard
wood seating that made up your chairs at your table set. There was no way you
would be able to sit down without being in uncomfortable pain. Seeing your
hesitation and discomfort Eric grabbed a pillow off the couch.
“Did you take the pain
pills?” He asked as he put the pillow on the chair for you. You nodded yes as
you slowly sat down. You shyly looked up at Eric as you were always slightly
embarrassed to physically show just how much he had ravished your body. A
slight smile of amusement caressed his lips as he knew you were embarrassed.
You had no idea how hard it was for him to get up this morning as well. Eric
was used to working his muscles with exercise and sex and expected a little
soreness but for the first time in his life someone had fucked him into another
stratosphere and his body screamed with every movement. Eric always knew you
had a tiger inside you but he had to admit you shocked him last night and he
was not easily shocked. You had pulled out your claws and showed exactly what
you were made of. It was a complete contrast to the shy woman in front of him
As he watched you eat he found it a humorous
that you had no idea the deeper imprint you left on his very existence. Yes,
you won the challenge and he knew you found joy in that victory but last night
became more than some stupid challenge to him. You swallowed him whole last
night. Your essence, your soul, your very being and he could not get enough of
you. The very thought of him ever losing you caused him pause and frighten him.
The feeling was worse than the night you were stabbed and he thought he lost
you and his child or the pain he would never outwardly admit he felt when he
saw how bad he hurt you when you found Mandy between his legs or when you went
back to Four. So as usual he refused to dwell on any type of pain or feelings.
He did what he did best, he compartmentalize the feeling and cause his own
share of pain on someone. That is exactly what he did to you when he let Mandy
play house with him. However all that changed as soon as he pulled his daughter
into this world. You looked up at him
and smiled causing his heart to pump harder in his chest. Eric as usual kept
his face hard as stone successfully hiding the reaction of something as minute
as your smile had on him. Eric knew he would never allow anyone to know they
had any type of power over him and you certainly had a power over him. He
already told you that you had his heart and he would not give you any hint that
you had much more than that. You both ate in a comfortable silence. Eric was
done eating before you and got up from the table.
“I’ll have someone come
and clean up the coffee table and bring another one.” He told you looking away
from your beautiful face to the mess on the living room floor.
“Thank you.” You said
barley above a whisper as your mind remembered the pieces of wood stabbing your
back as he drove himself deep inside of you. Eric returned his gaze to you just
as your body shivered at the memory.
“You cold?” He asked
walking up to you.
“No. I’m fine.” You
looked up and your eyes wandered to the red bite marks and hickeys on his neck
that aligned between his neck tattoo. You also saw your nail indents and
scratches along his forearms.
Eric was about to
respond when you both heard someone knock on your door.
“It’s mom. Oh my God
the table! The smash keypad!” How on earth were you going to explain that?
Eric put his plate in the sink completely ignoring your current state of panic.
You stood up from the table just as your mom used her backup key and walked in
(Look who is back.)
You started to sprint to
get to work in a timely manner. You would have to cut across the chasm to get
to your office faster. You smiled when you saw Tris walking toward you.
“Hey Tris! You heading
to training?” You stopped and gave her a quick hug.
“Yeah. I had to escort
one of the initiates to the infirmary. I’m glad it wasn’t me this time.” Tris
said smiling at you.
“Oh, I remember those
days. It seems like yesterday I saw my fair share of the inside of the infirmary
due to training.” You frown when you saw the smile leave Tris’s face. Out of
your peripheral vision you saw someone running up on you and Tris. You turned
around in time to see Mandy throw liquid from a glass bottle at you. You
instinctively turned your back to shield Tris and to keep whatever was being
thrown at you from hitting your face. As the liquid hit your back burning
through your shirt it took a second for your brain to register that she just
threw acid at you. A howl came from your mouth as the acid ate at your upper
back. You grabbed the chasm railing to keep from falling over.
“Tris! Run!” You
shouted. Tris took off back toward the infirmary to grab someone for help just
as Mandy charged at you and knocked you on your back. You screamed in pain as
the rough steel of the chasm’s bridge scraped your back. As much pain as you
were in you were able to block most of her punches. It didn’t take long for
Mandy to get the upper hand as she straddled you and rain down hard punches to
your ribs and face.
“He is mine! Not
yours!” She screamed at you. You were able to get a punch to Mandy’s face
hitting and splitting her bottom lip. You had to get her off you before you
both fell off into the chasm. You head butted her head stunning her enough where
she fell backwards off you. Mandy quickly grabbed the railing as she rolled off
“Oh God! Don’t let me
fall! Please don’t let me fall!” Mandy screamed as she held onto the railing.
You got on your knees
and reached down and grabbed one of her hands.
“Thank you! Thank you!”
Mandy said in relief as she felt you lifting her up. Her other hand let go of
the railing and grabbed your wrist as you grabbed her forearm with your other
hand for a better grasp to pull her up. You started to pull up with all your
strength ignoring the pain you were in. As you pulled her up you looked at her
face and for a split second a wicked smile displayed on her face. My God! This woman was certifiable. You
knew at that moment she would stop at nothing to hurt or kill you. You thought
of Abbey and Eric as you let go of her forearm and your hand began to relax its
grip in her hand. It was either going to be her or you that would end up dead.
It sure hell was not going to be you. Mandy eyes widen in fear as she saw the
stone expression that surfaced on your face and felt your hand letting go of
“No! No! Don’t!” She
shrieked as she tried to tighten her grip on your wrist. You could feel her
hands slipping from your grip. You started to pull from her grasp. “You bitch!
I hate you!” she roared as she realized that you intended to let her fall.
That was the final nail
in her coffin. You yanked your hand from her grasp and froze as you heard her
screams as she fell into the chasm. Her screams seem to go on forever until you
heard her body hit the rocks. You couldn’t move as your body was frozen in
place as you stared down at her mangled body. Your mind was trying to
comprehend that you just killed someone when you felt an arm wrap around your
waist and pull you from the edge of the bridge.
“Y/N?! Y/N?! What
happen?” Eric’s voice slowly reached your brain and registered. You looked up
at him slightly confused. The adrenaline you had felt started to subside and
the pain from your acid burn on your back came back in full force. It hit you
so hard that your body and mind could not cope and you started to scream in
agony as you grasped at your shirt trying to tear it off your body. Eric
quickly turned you around and saw the acid eating through your shirt.
“Shit!” Eric grabbed
the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head.
“Eric what happened?!”
Four jogged up to you and Eric. Four stopped short when he saw you screaming in
pain in just a black bra. “What happen to her?!” Four started to panic seeing
you in such pain. Eric bent down, lifted you by the back of your legs and swung
you over his shoulder. He did not want to aggravate your back as blisters were
starting to form.
“Oh my God!” Four
gasped as he looked down in the chasm and saw Mandy’s lifeless body. “It’s
“What?!” Eric quickly
looked over the chasm as he started for the infirmary. “Fuck!” What did you do? Eric took off as fast
as he could to the infirmary. Your cries turned into loud whimpers
“Y/N concentrate on my
voice. Don’t focus on the pain. Just concentrate on my voice. We are almost there.”
Eric proceeded to talk to you as he rushed to the infirmary and you tried hard
to zone out the pain and concentrate on his voice. Just when you thought you
could not take it anymore and was going to slip out of consciousness Eric
crossed the threshold of the infirmary. Dr. Davis was on duty and saw Eric as
soon as he entered.
“What happen?!” He
asked as he rushed up to you and Eric.
“Her back. It looks
like some type of sulfuric acid.” Eric told him.
“Gurney!” Dr. Davis
called out. In seconds, you were lying in a prone position in the gurney. You
closed your eyes and grit your teeth as they pushed you into a room with Eric
close behind. You screamed as a nurse unclasped your bra and some skin came off
with the bra band.
You let out a louder
cry of pain as the doctor flushed and irrigated your back with water.
“I know it hurts Y/N
but we have to get the acid off your back before it completely eats through
“Give her something
more for the pain!” Eric yelled in frustration. It pained him to see you in
pure agony. Dr. Davis instructed one of the nurses to administer a strong narcotic
analgesic. It took instant effect and Eric sighed with relief as your eyes
close into unconsciousness. Here you were fighting for your life yet again
because of him. He knew that Raven and Mandy were crazy but he was not aware
they were at the level of crazy to come after you like they did.
The first face you saw
when you came to was Eric’s.
“Don’t move.” He told
you as you tried to sit up. You realize you really could not maneuver as you
felt the bandaging wrapping around the top part of your torso.
“Abbey?” You asked
“She is fine. She is
with your mom. They were here earlier but I sent them home until you wake up. I
didn’t want Abbey here. Y/N, I need you to listen to me. I know you are in pain
and groggy from the meds but I need you to listen to me carefully.” Eric leaned
in closer to you. “Max and a couple of leaders were here earlier to see you and
I need you to tell me what happen. They have video of the attack. I watched the
video and you can see where she grabbed the railing when she rolled off the
chasm. The angle of the camera only shows your back and it shows a quick jerk of
your arm as if you snatched your hand away. This leaves the question if you let
Mandy go on purpose or if she slipped from your grasp.”
“She was going to kill
me.” You told him before a spasm of coughs hit you because of your dry throat.
Eric poured you a cup of water from the pitcher that was sitting on a tray at
the end of your bed. You gulped it down in two large swallows.
“She fell from your
grasp as the pain from your back caused your grip to weaken and you know longer
had the strength to pull her up. That is what you will tell them. Do you
understand me?” You felt pain in your hand and looking down you realize Eric
had it in a death grip. As the fog of the medicine began to wear off more you
realize Eric had fear in his eyes. That was one emotion you never thought you
would see from him. He was afraid for you.
A/N : This is my first time writing something like this (pre smut i guess ) so please bear with me as i make my way up the smut ladder. ;)
Your hands were running down the black pole as your hips swayed downwards, following the rhythm of the music. Your eyes flickered open to settle upon the hungry dark blue ones that looking directly at you. You bit your lip as you unbuttoned your white button down painfully slow, not breaking eye contact.
‘Wait till you uncuff me, baby.’ he warned, tugging at his left hand that was cuffed to the armrest. You giggled, stepping down from the build in dancing pole he had installed for ‘workout routines.’
In a swift movement, you were straddling him on the leather chair. His right hand that was not cuffed gripped your waist down but you playfully swatted it away. ‘No, no, no. Daddy’s not touching anything just yet.’ you purred. He smirked in return, eye glistening in excitement. Running your hands through his hair, you rocked your hips in a circular motion, grinding onto him through his boxers.
‘Doll’ he moaned, darkly. You then pulled his lips to yours, pressing into the sloppy yet lustful kiss.
Holding onto his jaw, you kissed down his neck and chest, slowly kneeling in front of him in the process. Your hands rested on his thighs when you looked up at him, innocently. ‘Do you want me?’ you inquired, tracing the outline of his boxer. ‘Yes, fuck yes.’
Without warning, you pulled the fabric down, earning a loud gasp from him. The joker threw his back in pleasure, chest already heaving up and down.
‘Happy birthday, daddy.’ you wished.
That was the last thing you said before feeling the warmth of his right hand roughly grabbing a fistful of your hair behind your head.
A/N : HOW WAS IT?! PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK. also, i want to admit something. Im so sorry but i don’t think there will be a next time part 3. Please let me explain. I have spent the last two days trying to make it but the storyline was just so bad. My drafts didn’t make any sense and the characters were not growing. Please trust me when i say that I legit spent 3 hours on one version and deleted it all cause it had no direction. I didn’t want to spoil two amazing parts with one forced, badly written one. I truly want to write the best for yall who have been the most supportive and lovely peeps. I’m so sorry to have disappointed yall. Hopefully this will make up for it. Really, i am truly honestly so sorry, please dont be angry :(
concept: shitty dirkjohn vampire au where dirk is like, trying so be like some scary creature of the night but john just. doesnt give a shit. he just isnt scared. at all. and like, dirk is hundreds of years old and is so used to ppl being scared of him bc and hes just getting so irritated because NOTHING is scaring this kid, this hasnt happened to him before, why isnt he scared of him???
Plot: After finding yourself in the same situation day after day, a stranger with a camera happens to change up everything with just a snap of a button and a lot of misunderstandings.
WARNING: that smut/really angsty
(gif to rightful owner)
A/N: This has been in my drafts for like… two… (??) weeks now? I’m also dead on in the inside from writing this.
“He Keeps Eating All My Toaster Strudels.”
morning came after a day of nothing but laying in my bed.
alarm went off; I grunted and contemplated calling in sick; rolled
out of bed and showered – the usual routine. I didn’t even have
to wake up really early, I just didn’t want to wake up in general.
Every single time the horrifying bells woke me up I swore I had a
will be the death of me.
work I was surviving off my employee-discounted coffee. Caffeine was
my only motivation. Thank God mornings were slow – only an old
couple and someone around their early twenties stopped by. Usually I
would complain about being bored, but right now it was paradise to be
able to lean against the kitchen door and just relax.
slow, yeah?” The cook, Seokjin, sat down on a nearby chair, “I
hate just standing around doing nothing. It makes me wanna rip my
hair out – ya’ know?”
boy, do I.” I smiled as I straightened up, “It’s also nice
though. I don’t mind not having pissed off customers screaming in
my face. I’d rather have my ears on my head and not their spit.”
chuckled, “Luckily I don’t get to deal with those gems. I’d end
up whacking them with my spatula and losing my job.” He scratched
his neck and closed his eyes; a drowsy appearance swept over, “I’m
surprised you still have
does that mean?”
I figured you’d gotten a least a dent in the payments by now,” an
eye opened, “for at least some credits or a dorm room or something.
You’ve been here way longer than I have.”
I forgot he knew. “Oh…
yeah. Well, I guess I just haven’t really looked into all what I
have. I still need to pay rent and buy food and stuff. It takes a
while.” Shrugging, I slid down the frame and pulled my knees to my
chest, “And that’s the best case scenario – what if I don’t
even get accepted? I’m old for going to college.”
Don’t say that.” He pouted, folding his arms, “I still want to
go and I’m what, two or three years older than you? You’re making
me feel historic…”
don’t say that. You look much too young for your age.” I smiled.
much too formal – it’s fine to just be casual. We’re friends,
yeah?” He returned the grin and stood up, “Someone’s here. I
heard the bell.”
I also stood, smiling more but this time to myself, “we are.”
yawned and rubbed my eyes – I didn’t even bother putting on any
make-up this morning. The customers are welcome to not
stare at my face then. Practically
falling through the doors, my feet carried me to the cash register
and I lazily glanced around to see how many bodies had shuffled in. I
only caught one sliding into a booth and my hand reached for a menu
as I picked a pen up.
I need more coffee.
how may I help you…” I could feel my smile falter, “…Yoongi?”
up?” Gums appeared from behind his lips as I gently set the menu on
the table, “I just want coffee. It’s early.”
be right back with that for you.” As hard as it was, I managed to
still sound at least somewhat professional.
“Nothing else? No water?” My
heels turned quickly as soon as he shook his head; my legs stiff. Yet
you still avoid his gaze – how rude.
expression evened out as he looked at me again, fingers carefully
raising from his side to brush a strand of soaking hair behind my
ear, before it retracted.
can’t get enough of you.”
words echoed in my mind. They rang through my body as he quickly
looked away and excused himself from the bathroom. They spread
throughout my chest as I turned off the water and drowsily dried
myself. They appeared on the mirror as I wrapped myself in a robe.
They shook the walls as I carried myself to my bedroom. They came
from his soft breathing I heard in the living room as I passed by.
threw on clothes and my fingers messily combed through my hair as I
tried to fix it even though I knew it was pointless. Staring at my
bed, my first thought was sleep – but it quickly drifted to
Taehyung and I whipped my head around as I searched my cell phone.
Even though rationally I knew I could just speak with him in the
morning, I felt like it had to be done right now. It’s the least
you could do. After minutes of searching, I ended up by the
couch; staring at a sleeping body. I hesitated poking him – who
knew what he would react like? For all I knew he could rip my finger
off… how did he manage falling asleep that fast anyways?
are you doing Y/N.” It spoke and I jumped back – my finger safe
for now. “Are you okay?”
Jesus Christ you scared me.” I rubbed my face, wrapping an arm
around myself, “I just wanted to know where my phone was. I need to
check on Taehyung.”
oh! Yeah, it’s on the kitchen-island-thing. Sorry, I should have
told you.” He shuffled, turning around so he could look at me. I
thanked him softly – my attention fully on a counter with my lump
of a jacket sitting on-top.
footsteps seemed louder than normal – even if was just my bare
feet. Everything seemed loud. Everything seemed stiff. My thumb
flipped through the pass-code and scrolled through contacts until his
name popped up. Instinctively I pressed call and held the phone to my
ear. My eyes wandered around the kitchen as it rang a few times
before I heard a click.
How was your shower? How are you doing? It’s so late, why aren’t
you sleeping? You need sleep! Is Yoongi back yet? I told him to grab…
oh, well I guess he is or you wouldn’t have your phone.” The
voice in the receiver was rushed, a grin sneaking onto my lips as
caution dripped from his words.
was really nice Tae – I just got out like two minutes ago. You’re
not my mom, stop telling me when to go to bed.” It felt weird
talking so loud and cheerful. Silence was hovering through the entire
apartment not yet a minute ago but here I was. “I’m okay, I feel
better. Thank you for taking me home…”
no, please don’t thank me. It was my pleasure to take you home. I
just wanted you safe. Yoongi will keep you safe too – he’s really
pissed about what happened. I am too.” Taehyung seemed to be
starting to calm down. Calming down? “I’m not going to
drag on about it though, don’t worry. No one has to know if you
don’t want them to.”
know… thank you.” I suddenly became hyper-aware of Yoongi laying
on the couch behind me. “How do you know he’s pissed? He seems
the same to me.” My voice lowered slightly; I tried to curl into
the phone so Yoongi wouldn’t be able to hear me.
trust me. I’ve seen him upset a few times – except it was at me.
He’ll be nice to you though; if he’s not I’ll personally come
over and kick his ass.” It sounded like he was walking through his
house, most likely going to his bedroom since it was really
late. Now I feel bad for keeping him awake. “Are you sure
of course. I’m fine. I just really want to sleep this off. I’m
sorry I was such a wreck earlier.” A chill ran through my spine and
damn, I needed to turn up the heat. The tile floor wasn’t
helping much, either. “I didn’t mean to just… yeah. Just
the fuck are you sorry?” The shuffling stopped and Taehyung voice
snapped. At you. “Don’t you dare apologize. You aren’t
the one who needs to say sorry. That fucking breaks my heart that you
think you need to ‘say sorry’. You were not a wreck. If
anything, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were gone earlier.
I’m so sorry that happened.”
don’t be sorry. I’m not your responsibility. I’m just happy you
showed up when you did. I don’t know what I would have done if you
didn’t.” The words struggled coming out as my throat began
clenching around them. Don’t you dare cry again. “Thank
you so much.”
course. It is my responsibility to take care of you since
you’re my best friend. I don’t know what I’d do without you,
Y/N. I love you so much.” The shuffling resumed and his voice was
muffled. Just breathe. “Get some sleep. If you need me just
pick up your phone.”
love you too,” my elbows touched the counter, “you get some sleep
too,” suddenly all my weight was on my arms. “Thank you.” Just
breathe. I somehow ended the call – or maybe he did. I couldn’t
remember alone let alone form a coherent thought. Taehyung’s
right, I sniffled, just sleep. My eyes shut tight and
automatically my fists came to my cheeks. Calm down, why are you
even crying? He was pissed off? Because of you? This is
all because of you, you know that right?
couch creaked and before I could turn around, my back was pressed
against a chest and Yoongi’s arms enclosed around my own, “Hey,
hey.” The contact shocked me, making me flinch and attempt to pull
away. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not gonna do anything. I’m an
asshole, not a pervert.”
knew he was only trying to make me laugh, but in the end my heart
felt like it had just gotten stabbed because holy shit, Hoseok. I
felt like such a piece of shit standing there in the kitchen just
crying for some reason. Stop. I held my breath since you
can’t cry if you’re not breathing. In the shower my tears
were from the shock but now I was finally realizing what had just
happened. I was digesting everything. Hoseok wouldn’t do that,
why would he do that? Why would he -
hold your breath, you’re going to pass out.” I could feel the
heat from his mouth in my ear, which helped distract me from the ache
in my lungs that was beginning to form. “Y/N – breathe.”
probably love for you to pass out. Everyone’s had enough of your
crying for one night. You’re crying because one of your best
friend’s almost just rapped you, yet all you ever do is sulk about
how no one ever gives you attention? All your negativity does is give
you negative attention. You deserve this. You brought this upon
yourself. How can anyone respect you after this one? By becoming a
doctor? You don’t make enough – you’ll never achieve your
dreams or respect.
no, no.. Shit.” His arms where shaking me, trying to break from me
from my stubbornness. “Let it go. You’re just going to hurt
yourself – focus on me, please.”
Yoongi’s shaking only grew
with each time he repeated himself.
what you’re doing now? You’re freaking someone out. You’re
fucking doing harm to everyone around you now. The only person who
can stand to live with you is gone after this, sweetheart. Your time
is up. Why would he want to stay around someone who can’t even
breathe on their own? “I can’t get enough of you”? More like “I
can’t wait until I leave”.
Please stop.” Now he was rocking me side to side in a death grip,
“Whatever is going on, it doesn’t matter. You know what does?
Breathing. Don’t worry about anything else.” A
whimper left through my wrists, my hands still fists on my eyes.
“Yes, that’s it. Good job, you’re doing good. Just keep
focusing on me.” His praises kept flowing out his mouth as more air
escaped from mine until a sob eventually wrecked my body.
damn it, Y/N.
quickly as I gasped he spun me around and buried my head in his
chest. Yoongi’s hand soothingly rubbed my back which ended up
coaxing more strangled groans from my throat. The hands at my face
dropped down and clenched around his shirt; all he did in response
was shush me repeatedly.
the voice disappeared – or maybe it didn’t. I just couldn’t
hear what it was yelling at me anymore. Still though, the ache in my
lungs was replaced with the betrayal stinging in my heart and my
hands didn’t grab for something to hold onto but instead just for
comfort – which happened to be the shirt I was crying into.
But the more I cried into the shoulder the more pathetic I ended
feeling. Just look at what you’re doing.
M’sorry. S-stop, I’m ruining your sh-shirt.” My fingers dug
into his stomach in a weak attempt to push him away. “M’s-so
sorry you h-had to do this.” I leaned away from him. Get him
away from you, stop being so needy – it’s annoying.
you stop,” the arms tightened around me, “stop apologizing. You
didn’t do anything. First you apologize to Taehyung and now me –
stop. You don’t need to say anything. What you need to do is just
let me help you. It’s okay to cry, it’s normal. You should
cry; it’ll make you feel better.” He rested his head on mine, and
he surprisingly sounded grounded despite what was happening.
ticked away as we stayed slightly rocking in the kitchen. The
cold-ass kitchen. Slowly but surely my weeping quieted and evened
out until all that was left was occasional sniffling.
you okay?” Yoongi mumbled. I couldn’t help but feel jealous at
how easily he seemed to be breathing, but nodded anyways. “Are you
I was shocked at my own voice. I didn’t sound like myself. “I
nodded, lifting his head and letting go of me slightly just to begin
leading me from the kitchen and down the hallway. The entire time his
arm was wrapped around my shoulders as if he trying to steady me.
Which I didn’t mind much since fuck, I’m exhausted.
opened and closed the door, directing us toward the bed. My knees
gave out and I rolled onto the mattress, lifting the covers up and
over myself. Yoongi was standing awkwardly to the side when I looked
over, a forced smile appearing when our eyes met, “Do you need
Nodding, the male turned around slowly but the second he took a step
my heart began racing.
look he’s leaving you. Doesn’t this seem familiar? A little too
familiar? You know the second that door closes so does all the
communication between you two. Didn’t you see his face? He’s
done. Taehyung’s probably never going to talk to you over tonight,
wait. Yoongi?” I shut my eyes.
you stay in here?” Peeling my lids open, I slid lower into the
sheets. “Ju-just until I fall asleep.” He turned a little, just
so he could barely look at me. “Never mind. That’s… stupid.
Yeah just – sorry, I –“
I will.” He scratched his head, licking his lips. “Should I just
sit on the bed or…”
you want.” I feel bad enough for asking.
walked around to the other side of bed, sitting down and then
scooting more towards where I was laying down. Pulling his knees up,
his eyes avoided me. He seems so awkward. It was as if an hour
ago in the shower had never happened and it was back to whatever was
between us again. Then again, what you asked him to do was pretty
my fingers inched toward the hand that was closest to me, my head
turned slightly so he wouldn’t see what I was doing. Once my
fingers touched his knuckles, his head sharply turned and he stared
at the action. What are you doing? My fingers continued trailing
upwards until they reached his wrist, before gently wrapped around it
and tugging it slightly towards me.
eyes drifted up and bore into mine as a “Hey, what the fuck are you
doing?” but I quickly shook my head to excuse the lewd thought that
crossed probably both of our minds. Tugging again, he gave in this
time and leaned in towards me and propped himself on an elbow before
I rolled over and latched onto his chest.
don’t give a fuck if he hates cuddling.
you go…” I felt rude not being able to meet his eye, but in the
moment focusing on just sitting the damn coffee cup down right was
more important. After all, I’d rather not take a broken mug
out of my check. “Are you sure you just want coffee? We have food,
lifted the menu, offering it, “M’fine, but thanks.”
be back to check up on you later, then. You know it’s job to get
you to buy as much as possible.” I placed the coffee thermos near
the pile of napkins.
late is ‘later’?”
paused, what? “I, uh… ten minutes? Why?”
coffee alone sucks.” His voice pouted, “Plus you left early and I
haven’t seen you leave your room.” I looked up.
I didn’t…” I glanced around the tables for my boss, “I didn’t
really know what to say so I stayed in my room yesterday.” The last
thing I wanted was for him to think I was ungrateful, so I ended up
taking the seat across from him. “Thank you, by the way. What I
asked was really weird – what I did was weird.”
smile returned, “No problem. I don’t think it was that weird.
I mean, I’ve definitely done some ‘weird’ stuff to you.”
leaned on my hand, “So we’re even?” He shrugged. “Neat. Let’s
never bring it up again, yeah?”
for revenge.” Yoongi winked, bringing the mug to his lips.
nervous as I was for technically taking a “break” and risking
being caught, it felt good to clear things up with him. What mattered
more was the ease of my anxiety from being “abandoned” or
whatever. Though, the more he kept staring at me the more I felt bad
for not putting on make-up in the first place. How ironic.
are you here?” Adverting my eyes, I broke the silence. “It’s
early – for you.”
Yoongi froze. “Right… about that. I, uh,” from the corner of my
eye I saw him nervously lick his lips and lean back into the cushion,
“I have a doctor’s appointment. And it takes, like, two or some
hours to get there and… uh, well then I have to sit in the waiting
room and then deal with the doctors and then… yeah, you know what I
mean? So that’s why I’m up this ‘early’.”
you came to get coffee? We have coffee at the apartment. I know you
know that, too – since you always fucking drink all of it.”
Forcing a laugh out hurt this time. Shit, was that wrong?
“Wait, no. That came out
wrong. I’m sorry. I meant more of an ‘oh, why waste the money?’
The coffee here isn’t any
I know what you meant.” Surprisingly he chuckled, “I just wanted
to see if it’s improved. Which it has – it’s not as bitter,
though it has room to improve.”
have cream and sugar, don’t know why you’re still complaining.”
I unconsciously bit my lip. “Then again you really like to, so.”
I do like my coffee like I like my women,” he smirked as I raised
my eyebrow, “’bitter’.”
jaw dropped, “Am I bitter?” Did he mean that about me?
shrugged, “Sometimes. Though I wasn’t talking about you.”
returned to shift promptly after because wow, that was
rude. I also wouldn’t have
enjoyed getting caught taking an unscheduled “break”. Ten minutes
later Yoongi left, and while leaning up the booth I found myself
cursing him out for not even leaving me a tip. He happily
raises not only my water but also electricity bill and doesn’t have
the decency to help out.
Shrugging it off, I quickly became distracted when another
older couple came in.
rest of the day was a blur. Things started picking up around four
when kids got out of school and parents got off work. More than a
couple of times I was surprised to find myself envying the
families. I couldn’t say I wanted that life, but I wouldn’t hate
it. Perhaps it was just myself longing for my parents. We
used to do that. Ironically
instead of enjoying the time I had with them, I moved away as quickly
as I could. How cliché.
them was the hardest part. My first-hand experience of seeing the
siblings poke fun with each-other and the parents scolding them
before quickly apologizing was… upsetting? You should be happy
for them. They’re happy, they are doing what they love. Naturally
I dismissed all the embarrassed and annoyed faces, wishing them a
good meal, before I rushed back to the kitchen for the next table.
Why aren’t you?
the clock started nearing eight the younger and elderly crowd rolled
out and in came what the staff referred to as, “The Lovers”. It
was the perfect time of day for young adults and middle-aged couples
to have a quick date night. Though cute, it was just as equally
annoying. Not to mention most of them left a mess from doing who
do you love?
they cute?” Wendy, one of the other waitresses, cooed as she swung
through the kitchen doors. “The couples?” Seokjin hummed in
agreement and Wendy grinned.
guess you could call them cute.” Shrugging, I hastily placed drinks
on a tray. “I think they’re more… ‘ooey-gooey’.”
She gasped, and I couldn’t really tell if she was genuinely
surprised or not. “You mean you don’t like the couples? You don’t
like the love in their eyes? Though the sad part is that most of them
not really.” My tone was sheepish to hide the disgust. You
shouldn’t say that. “It’s not like I don’t like them,
though. I’m just…” Haha, it’s because you’re envious.
“Neutral.” You want what they have.
guess I’m just one for the love, right?” Wendy giggled, heading
towards the restroom.
I guess. I
left the room, semi-uncomfortable.
the end of my shift was nearing. The clock had me by the throat and
it was choking me right down to the second. I’m so
exhausted. I was proud, though –
a successful day at work even after whatever that weekend,
if you could call it that, was. I wonder when Yoongi will
get back. The bell dinged and
with one last glace at the clock, I decided this was my last one. If
it’s that far away, why would he even bother coming back tonight?
A forced a smile. Holy shit, I’ve had enough. “How may I
help you?” Jimin.
thought we had met before.”
know, I know…” Jimin giggled, covering his mouth, “It’s just
I really like your name.” Flirty.
can I serve you now? Water?” It took all my strength to not roll my
eyes. I didn’t hate him – not one bit. On the contrary, though, I
didn’t like him either.
please. Also a sixteen-ounce of your most popular.”
got it.” I bowed my head, spinning around. Both brothers
in one day. What a surprise. In
the scheme of things, I had mostly forgotten about Jimin. He had
faded away from conversations and I never saw him around. Then again,
I didn’t see why he would be a topic of interest – especially
with Yoongi. I thought he had finally moved back – but that would
have meant Yoongi would have been back at Taehyung’s by now.
Unless… Unless he meant what he said that night in the
Jimin know he was going to the hospital today? He came to what I
think would be to “keep an eye on him”, but he didn’t seem too
concerned out at his table. He also doesn’t seem too
concerned by flirting with his brother’s “girlfriend”.
I frowned deeply, trying to
balance the glasses on the tray coming out again. Where do
I and Yoongi even stand? I’m not his girlfriend, but we’re
definitely not friends… or am I his girlfriend?
you decided on a meal? Appetizer?” What am I to him? “Or
are you one for desserts first?” What is he to me?
just enjoy this, thank you.” He handed me the menu. “I already
the fuck eats and then goes to a restaurant? “Are
you sure?” He nodded with a charming smile. “You’re just like
your brother.” My heart stopped. Wow, that one slipped
out, didn’t it?
do you mean about that?” Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Sit down,
can’t, I’m on shift. There’s other customers besides you, you
know?” Jesus Christ, they are just alike.
can see why he likes you.” He sipped his drink, eyes sending an
invitation to still sit down.
can see who likes me?”
duh. You two are dating, right?” I nodded quickly. You owe me
one. “Well, I can see why you two are. He likes sarcasm –
actually, he is sarcasm. From the two times we’ve met you’re
pretty witty. I think we can all appreciate that, yeah?” His
fingers tapped the table near a seat. Pushy.
are you going with this? Because you’re really wasting my time,
sorry.” Tapping my foot, my eyes wandered around for my boss. “Spit
just going to leave it at ‘be careful’. He’s a dick, if you
haven’t been able to tell by now.” Jimin licked his lips. “Due
to his situation, he’s more reckless than normal. Do you… know?”
I hummed in agreement. “Yeah, well then you know we all don’t
necessarily know when he’s… yeah. I mean, of course we have a
vague guess but who really knows?”
had an appointment today.” I swallowed, leaning into the tray.
“Maybe we will know after.”
it, but perhaps.” He ran a hand down his face, sighing. “Anyways,
what I’m trying to say: I know you two are ‘involved’, but I’m
more certain than not that he hasn’t told you about his past
relationships.” Jimin stopped, letting the words sink in as he
sipped his drink. Why would that be important? “I take that
as a yes? Haha, well you’re in for a ride. Though, disclaimer, it’s
not as bad as you think.
don’t know if you could call them ‘girlfriends’ or not, but
growing up he had many female friends. Yeah, ‘big deal’, right?
Anyways, there’s been multiple times where he has legitimately
cheated on his girlfriends. And when they came crying to him yelling
‘oh why?’ he shrugged it off. More than not he’d laugh at
them, like it was some sort of game to him.”
this was any other situation I would have shrugged it off, because
“big deal”. The conversation and my thoughts collided with each
other, forming a name. Jinwoo. My heart throbbed, but I
couldn’t tell if it was from the new news I received or from the
must have been able to tell I was unsettled, because he swiftly
reached out to touch my hand. “He’s older now though, and he’s
matured so much. I can’t promise you that he’s changed, but I can
ensure you that he’s better.” Through the sad smile and
concerning look, I felt a smirk play somewhere in his features. “I
really just wanted to tell you though, since it’s been bugging me.
You’re a really nice girl, Y/N, and I feel like this is ‘cliché’
with the whole ‘your boyfriend has a cheating past but he’s
different now’ is going to bore your brains out. In the end I know
this whole… thing has him shaken up – even if you can’t tell –
and it might make him freak out.”
for telling me this, Jimin.” What the fuck? “I appreciate
it.” Please, leave. “You sure this is all you want?”
why are you up so late?”
Taehyung chuckled, “did you not want me to call?”
I always want to talk to you?” I sighed into the phone, rolling
onto my side.
into the door of my apartment was more exciting than I had
remembered. By closing time I had my feet practically carving a trail
into the floor from how much they were dragging, and I could barely
mumble a coherent goodbye to the other employees still there. I threw
my stuff onto the couch after checking for a body – which to my
disappointment, wasn’t there. Wow, he’s been there literally
not that the talk with Jimin set me on edge, but it did make me
wonder a bit. It’s just the past. What was younger
Yoongi like? Was he the player that his brother tried to make me
believe? Why would it matter? Perhaps I had been rude to
Jimin, and he had genuinely tried to warn me about what could
happen. What could? You two aren’t even dating.
silent, what’cha thinking about?” The phone spoke.
really.” …Or are you? “What about you? You’re not
I was thinking about how I was going to confront Hoseok. I mean, that
has to happen sooner or later, right?” Taehyung groaned; I sighed
again. “I know you might just want it to ‘die off’ or
something, but what he did was really wrong – drunk or sober. Haha,
at least we know what he’s like drunk.”
shouldn’t have to confront him. I’ll do it. It’s between him
and I, anyways.” I muttered, scratching my head before turning the
lamp on my nightstand on. I can’t fucking think with it dark in
here. “I’ll handle it, don’t worry. Knowing him he’d
probably just get pissy if you did it. Plus, I would think he’s
already punishing himself. Have you heard from him?” I glanced at
the clock. 22:04.
Tae had rung me up, I had situated myself on the couch with the
television on and a plate of scrambled eggs in hand. I was quite
grateful he had called when he did, since I had migrated to my
bedroom due to eating my eggs way too quickly and nothing good being
on. In the back of my mind, I secretly wanted to be able to greet
Yoongi when he got home – since, you know, hospitals are a bitch
to deal with.
but I haven’t tried to talk to him, either. I would doubt he shows
up to the next outing – actually, make that three or four. If he
does I’ll probably end up getting hammered and slugging him.” He
chuckled again, this one a hearty one. That’s good. “Anyways,
he’s…” Does he know? “He had some stuff to do today;
he’s not back yet.” Play it safe for now. “He’s doing
fine though. He keeps eating all my toaster strudels and I’m pretty
upset about it.”
a dick. He’s sleeping on the couch right? Not all rubbing up on you
in the middle of the night?”
he couldn’t if he tried. I feel violated when he even knocks on my
door.” I felt good to have a normal conversation with him after
this weekend. I feared he would end up being bitter for a week and
not be able to take any matter lightly. When has he ever not made
you laugh though? The event in theory was borderline
traumatizing, yet in reality the only thing that was bothering me was
Yoongi’s whole nice act. And talking to Hoseok.
well keep it that way! I must keep you pure.” His cooing made my
roll my eyes.
says I’m pure?”
then…” He struggled for a second, “…I must keep you in your
current state of pureness. Whether it be one hundred or two percent.”
Cheeky. “Promise?” I hummed in agreement, whether it was
just a reaction or I really meant it. Somehow we managed to keep a
conversation going for another twenty minutes, before we both started
yawing a little too much and agreed to cut the call.
turned off the light, rolling into the mattress. Bed never felt so
good… is it always like this? The crickets outside my windows
didn’t annoy me tonight, and they ended up making me drift away
quicker than normal. In fact, it had seemed as though I was almost
dreaming in about five minutes when I heard a creak from my living
room. Thief? I whipped over, eyes wide open as my clock read
almost 23:00. Yoongi?
I shouted, taking a leap. This could end really badly, you know
this? “Yoongi, is that you?” There was silence for a few
seconds, and I considered jumping out my window because oh fuck
that shit, before I heard a mumble.
it’s me.” Oh thank God. I never knew I’d be this
grateful to hear his voice. “I’m surprised you’re still up.”
The voice was closer, meaning he had come towards my door. My
stuff is still all over the couch.
am, too. Let me get my stuff real quick, it’s all over the place.
Sorry.” I switched the lamp back on, swinging my legs over the
edge. The light burned my eyes, and I rubbed them hastily as I opened
the door and felt my way down the hall. The apartment was dim – I
didn’t even see Yoongi at first glance. “Jesus, turn some lights
rather not. I’m really tired. My eyes hurt from driving so much.”
He grumbled from the corner. Oh, that’s right. “Do you
not really. But if you could just grab my jacket on the counter and
throw it in my room that’d be cool.” I stuffed my keys and phone
into my bag and with the other hand I picked up my shoes. Thinking
back, I was surprised I even asked him to help. Wow, I’m really
opening up to him or something. “How did your appointment go?”
could figure it went shitty and let the subject drop, heading back
towards my end of the apartment. The warm glow stood out, and I
bumped the door with my hip on the way in before dropped my
belongings in the corner of the room. I turned around, Yoongi a few
steps behind and avoiding eye contact. His arm reached out to offer
me my jacket, his face seeming to study my wall.
What’s wrong? “Do
you need anything?” Gingerly accepting my coat, I eyed him. He
never turned to look at me – if anything, he turned into himself
sleep.” Yoongi shrugged,
hands coming up to rub his eyes as a heave left his chest.
tossed my jacket near my bag on the floor, “Is there something in
your eye?” God damn it, you’re going to look me in the
eye if it’s the last thing you do. “Le’me
there’s not –“
stepped forward and pulled his arms down, dipping my head so I could
finally fucking see
his face. But, in the end I ended up wishing I hadn’t since the
only thing I could see where the lines tears had carved into his
cheeks. I suddenly understood why he had avoided eye-contact since
from the looks of it he couldn’t even see in the first
place. I froze, panicking and
not sure exactly what to do.
have you been crying?” Wow, what a genius thing to say
Y/N – you’re a real charmer. “Yoongi.”
I wasn’t quite sure if it was a hiccup or a sniffle but he hastily
covered up whatever noise
it was with shaking his head. “I’m just tired, I told you that.”
My eyes searched his face,
since his eyes seemed to be looking anywhere but mine. “Just let me
go to sleep.” He tried shrugging away, and the memory of me trying
to do the same to him just days before crossed my mind. Instantly I
let go of his forearms in favor of wrapping around his chest, holding
are you hugging me?” He asked, voice tight.
thought for a second, or maybe it was a minute. “…Because you’re
sad.” It was the best I could come up with. It was the
truth. “And… everyone needs
some form of comfort when they’re sad.” I leaned my head on his
chest, listening to his heart beat a couple times before adding:
not sad.” Yoongi huffed, leaning into me. “I’m more disappoin –
no, I’m more hurt than anything.” I
silently edged him on, not moving; barely breathing. “It’s just
my dad. I, uh well the reason I’m back so late is because I went to
visit my parents. I haven’t seen them in a long time and I guess I
thought it’d be a good idea to see them. So after I went to the
doctor’s I drove straight there since my mom had called and I
promised her I’d see her as soon as I was out. The hospital was
honestly the only good part of the trip. Which sounds depressing but,
whatever. They were nice and everything – it just took
for-fucking-ever.” He laughed a little, his arms finally moving to
around my waist.
I went to my parents’ house. At first they were super happy to see
me, and kept asking how I was – it was really refreshing. Then we
just started talking and somewhere the topic of my career came out –
and you know, it’s non-existent. The reason I have as much cash as
I do is because my parents are loaded and feel bad about my…
condition. I ended up telling them that I’m still looking around
and hoping maybe I’ll somehow pick up my photography and make some
cash off of that.” He
tells me they weren’t that happy.” I sighed sadly.
hummed, “Yeah. My dad has a really short temper and he never really
even supported my ‘picture taking’ in the first place.” Yoongi
swallowed loudly, resting his head on my own. “He told me maybe
it’s ‘best I pass, since you aren’t anything I can truly be
proud of’. I’m not anything like my brother.”
nodded, “He owns this huge camera company – how ironic that is.”
sorry.” I tightened my hold. “That’s… that just fucking
sucks. Your dad seems like a complete jerk – I don’t know why
he’d tell you that.”
know he’s a jerk.” Yoongi whispered, maybe to hide the crack that
slipped through on the last word. “But, I can’t help but feel
like shit when he says he could never be proud of me.” His
chest hitched, but this time he allowed himself to sniffle. “I’m
better dead than alive to him. My mom too, probably. Sorry,
I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this.”
knew saying “no, don’t
say that” wasn’t going to do much for him. He wasn’t crying –
or at least, I didn’t think he was – but I
would hate to say meaningless words at this point. He
helped you. I began rubbing his
back, thinking of what to do. Help him.
“Do you want my bed? I can take the couch.”
shook his head slightly, “No, I’m fine.”
bad,” I turned him around, “you’re tired and my bed is super
nice.” This is your plan? Letting
him go, I gently pushed him onto the bed. Yoongi lethargically took a
step before sitting on the edge of the frame. What a way to
comfort someone. “Do you want
water? I’ll get you some water.”
awkwardly made my way out of my room, heading straight for the
kitchen. I couldn’t yet decide if leaving the room was more for
Yoongi or for me. The entirety of the way there all I could do was
criticize myself on how I could work things better because man,
what his dad said was rough. I
filled a glass with water, took a deep breath, and made my way back
I opened the door he was still sitting on the edge, except now his
head was in his hands. I quietly placed the cup on my nightstand, my
eyes not leaving his frame. What do I do? “Here’s
the water…” I licked my lips nervously, clenching and unclenching
my hand. Don’t rip your palms open again like last time.
“If you need anything I’m just outside. I promise the bed is
you.” The light clicked off
as he looked up from his fingers. The red had left his eyes and the
puffiness in his cheeks were gone, but he didn’t seem
better. I took a step backwards,
bowing my head slightly. “Hey,
wait…” His fingers wrapped around my wrist. I stalled,
immediately looking back at him.
eyes met mine for the first time tonight. They darted from one to
other, effectively distracting me from the pulling he was doing until
the last second – when his other hand grabbed my waist and pulled
me onto his lap. The first
wave of emotion when his lips met mine was surprisingly
relief. I steadied myself on the
bed with my free hand, ignoring the awkward twist of my hips as I now
sat on his lap.
The next wave of emotion to hit was the anxiety. Yoongi tugged my
wrist down more, causing my chest to not only arch into his, but also
become filled with butterflies. You’re always so nervous
when you kiss him.
hand that held my waist trailed up to my chin, turning it.
couch sucks,” he whispered, “sleep
in the bed.” His lips ghosted over my cheek as he turned it
before leaning back a bit. I felt like a deer caught in the
headlights. When was the last time he used that?
Yoongi’s eyes trailed over my face, studying me for a few seconds
and then gazing into my own once more. With you? His
thumb brushed over my bottom lip, slightly opening it – only when
the pad slid off somewhat did I realize I was nodding.
split second later and we were kissing again. It was always somewhat
soothing when this happened, but the anxious feeling in my chest
didn’t leave this time. His fingers abandoned my jaw and traced
themselves patterns behind my neck all while twisting to the left and
the back on my mind I couldn’t help but acknowledge whenever things
– it was usually for the
benefit of him.
rude, don’t say that. The
other hand on my waist retracted as soon as my side hit the bed. He’s
at my bottom lip, Yoongi
himself up on an elbow so he was semi-hovering over my frame. He
helped you out. One
of my palms felt it’s way up his arm and then up his face, holding
the cheek. So
much for promising Taehyung.
couldn’t help but wiggle slightly from the uncomfortable position
my legs were in. Twisted to the side with them dangling off the side
wasn’t in my best interest. Luckily, after a few seconds Yoongi
seemed to notice and he broke away to sit back on his knees. From
there he lifted them from the edge and scooted them on the mattress.
Shyly I covered my face partially with my hand, the other arm coming
to wrap around my stomach as I curled into myself.
smirked slightly, running his fingers up from my legs to grab each
wrist, “Don’t do that,” Yoongi murmured while rubbing circles
into my forearm, “I mean it’s kind of cute, but don’t hide
words made heat rush to my cheeks; my initial reaction was to hide
even more. A hand came down and tugged my chin down, opening my mouth
before he licked into it. As nervous as I seemed to be feeling, I
kissed back quickly and pressed into it. He hummed in satisfaction,
tilting his head while his palms deserted their locations to roam
elsewhere. They found the hem of my shirt, pausing for a second and
then sliding underneath and framing the bottom of my ribs. I hissed
into his lips from how cold his fingers were, the contact causing my
back to arch slightly. Nonetheless, they continued to travel up,
slowly but surely.
immediately became self-conscious, hyper-aware now of the fact that I
was bra-less and I swallowed thickly. Then, again, you were about
to pass out. I also became hyper-aware of the fact that I had
hugged him like this, too. Either he hadn’t of noticed
before – and was about to – or didn’t care in the first place.
This is convenient, but concerning. At this point I was
convinced he could feel my heart beating through my chest.
Yoongi had realized my situation, he moved hands back down –
causing me to wonder if he stopping briefly before he rutted my shirt
up more and then continued moving. He breathed into the kiss once his
thumbs ran over my nipples once, twice – and then finally starting
to massage my chest firmly. Instantly I reached down to grab the
bottom of his shirt, pulling it up to hide the fact that I started
away with a lewd smack, he didn’t hesitate to pull his shirt over
his head. I couldn’t be bothered to study his chest, since not only
my eyes were starting to feel heavy but my entire body became drugged
out. Yoongi reached down and tugged mine off, afterwards turning to
throw both of them somewhere in my room. Though doing the deed
many times prior to this, it didn’t change the fact that I
could barely hold eye contact and remind myself to just breathe.
need to turn up the heat.
Goosebumps raked over my skin; a shiver causing me to shake
involuntarily. Yoongi bit his
already swollen lip and started to fumble with the button on his
jeans – his eyes never ceasing to run lengths from my face to
do you wear such baggy shirts?” He sighed, pushing the fabric past
down his hips.
frowned, curling into myself again, “Because they’re comfy?
They’re not ‘baggy’ they’re just… not fitted.”
He’s so fucking cheeky.
sucked in his cheek, trying not to smile. “You really need some
I?” Sighing I rolled my eyes, shifting my hips as Yoongi pulled on
my shorts. Once they had slid off he pushed my knees down and lied
in-between them, humming in agreement next to my ear.
without a bra.” His voice was
gravelly. I swallowed thickly,
my heart dropping into my
stomach, “Would you do that?” A line was traced with
his tongue from my ear and
along my jaw – ending at the corning of my mouth. His bangs brushed
against my forehead, eyes peering from under eyelashes. “For me?”
breath hitched and my eyes widened, not knowing exactly how to reply
since I don’t know what the fuck he is doing, but keep
doing it. My back arched,
pressing myself into him which coaxed a small groan from his lips
and his hands to slide up my stomach. Immediately afterwards his
teeth attacked my neck, sucking skin in before gently biting it. Even
though we still had – some – clothing on, there was suddenly
I reached up and knotted some fingers in his hair while the rest
trailed across his shoulder blades.
whine bubbled from my throat as he bit down on my collarbone. Yoongi
pecked the spot, shifting his hips while my finger pressed into his
spine. After fixating himself, my attention drifted to my
thigh where something heavy was pressing into it. His nipping trail
continued across the bones, the butterflies abandoning my stomach. I
found a sort of confidence that he was at the least
sporting a semi, and with the
new feeling I lifted my hips up into his ever so slightly. The second
pressure was placed he ground down with twice the effort, emitting a
groan from both of us.
let up, then pressed down harder. “Shit…”
Yoongi stuttered, halting his trail. He continued the action over and
over again, rolling down into me. Breathy moans came from my chest;
small strangled noises coming
from him. My fingers twisted
around his locks and dug into his back. The air around us became
heated, and I could feel my
forehead begin to break out only after a few minutes.
actions started to slow down, his licks returning. A few seconds
later his grinding stalled altogether, but before I had a chance to
complain one of his hands slipped down and rested heavily between my
legs. My body went limp, my fingers coming undone from on-top of him.
He pushed down harder and his fingers shifted slightly as my breath
hitched again, a broken groan coming out. He
skimmed through the thin fabric – stroking it again while his other
to grope my breast again.
s’okay, right?” He breathed into my neck, voice dripping with
sexuality. I nodded feverishly,
sighing as his hand dipped underneath the hem of my underwear. His
didn’t go further, and only teased subtly before he growled lowly,
“You have to say yes or no.”
he spoke, fingers dove along
my folds; slicking themselves as I tried to find the strength to
speak again. A strangled “yeah” left my mouth after a second and
then replaced with a sharp
inhale as he slipped a finger
in. After several slow pumps
another digit dipped in – both swiftly curling upwards. My face
flushed, hips bucking instinctively while a whine worked it’s way
past my lips.
a steady rhythm had been set, Yoongi leaned forwards and sucked on my
bottom lip. Not long after finding the certain place that caused
me to squeeze around his fingers time after time again, he worked his
way into my mouth, effectively swallowing the moans that kept falling
out. I couldn’t really keep a decent kiss going on my end, which
ended up making the action just smacking noises that filled up the
room. Quickly a coil clenched in the bottom of my stomach, my hands
flying up to tug at his hair and twirl the locks behind the ears.
you close?” He purred into my lips, earning a nod and more broken
moans. “Can you cum?” Yoongi’s
thumb pressed harshly into my clit and his fingers seemingly pumped
roughly right into the building knot. “For me?”
my breath caught in my throat, ignoring his play on words, before a
strangled noise emitted out. My back arched as my heart pounded in my
ears, eyes squeezing shut. The pace he had didn’t slow, but kept
moving fluidly while little groans vibrated his chest here and there.
Only after the stimulation
became sensitive and I started squirming again did his hand retract.
so casually he pecked my lips before leaning back on his knees and
then swirling his tongue teasingly around his digits. Yoongi’s
eyes, dark like many times before, bore into mine while his free arm
snaked down his torso before his palm rolled over
his boxers – a low groan pouring from his mouth.
the fuck, why is that so hot?
don’t have a condom on me,” he choked out, continuing to palm
himself. Though it was a comment, I could tell it was more a question
than anything. My heart dropped – part disappointment, part arousal
– as I shook my head, biting my lip.
pull out?” I breathed rhetorically, “I’ve dealt with messier
hummed, not rejecting the idea. He’s too fucked out to
say no at this point. His hands
discarded my last piece of clothing. While he worked on his I pulled
myself higher on the bed, trying to find a comfier – less
hot – position. Before my head
could rest on the pillows, his hand gripped the back of my neck,
causing me to suddenly arch my back as his teeth grazed my jugular
and his knee pushing open my legs.
couldn’t tell if he was mumbling words or just moving his lips in
my neck, but the noises
seemed to disappear as soon the entirety of his length sunk into me
at once. He shushed my small cry, soothingly rubbing my inner thigh.
Stopping, he let me get used to the feeling all while peppering my
neck in pecks. Soon after, my hips ground up into his, a grunt coming
from both our throats. Immediately he slowly pulled out; in, rolling
down with each press.
you’re really tight.” Yoongi sighed, nibbling at my earlobe.
I am single.” A
small chuckle rocked my body.
pace began picking up; he groaned, “Always one for humor.”
hand trailed down to grab my knee and hitch it up higher. After a
moan bubbled out from me, he bit down on my neck and thrusted faster.
My body flushed, sinking into the bed as a hand clamped down onto his
shoulder for support. Soon the room became filled with broken whines
and growls, the rhythm becoming slightly less smooth as his hips
jerked feverishly. The warm feeling returned in my abdomen, not
letting me catch my breath.
thumb returned to my clit, quickly flicking tight circles while I
squeezed around him. My head spun, dizzy from what was happening and
I quickly cried out once more, biting my lip and shutting my eyes
tight. A second later Yoongi pulled out and his face fell into the
crook of my neck as he came undone on-top of my, moaning into my
skin. Warm liquid spewed across my stomach and chest, relief flooding
through my veins.
chests heaved, relishing in the feeling for a minute. My hand ghosted
from his shoulder to cup his cheek, lifting his face to meet mine.
His bangs were damp against his head, eyelids droopy and lips
swollen. Completely fucked out. He
pulled back suddenly before I had the chance to kiss him.
be right back.” He mumbled, pushing himself off the bed.
stayed still, hyper-aware that this stuff was
running off my skin and onto my blanket with every breath I took. The
door swung open, followed by a warm cloth pressing into my skin. I
hummed from the pleasant feeling, my hands rubbing the free edges in
an effort to help. He dabbed the cloth on the comforter, picking up
minute later he disappeared again, my fists coming up to rub my eyes
as my breathing finally evened out and my body heavy with fatigue. I
swung my knees up, dipping under the sheets while my attention turned
to the click of the door. Yoongi crawled forward on the bed,
capturing me in a kiss as his also pulled the sheets over his legs.
Lying down, his arm wrapped around my side and moved me closer.
tongues swirled lazily around each others, foreheads mashed together
before the slowing kiss finally came to an end.
So as you may recall I finished a novel last spring that I’d been working on for yeeeeears. If anything great had happened, trust me, I would have told you immediately. But it’s time for an update anyway.
Maybe you can answer this. I don't have access to the regular webpage so I'm on the Tumblr app. Do you have links to any good writing planning websites or planning ideas? I have this idea for a book that has been stuck in my head for a couple days so I know I'm gonna take off with it but I want to plan first. Just wanted to see if you had any recommendations
Our webpage is under construction for a little while, sorry about that! You could try our Plot A Month series. The Guardian also has a series of tips from published authors. First Draft in 30 Days author Karen S. Wiesner has a lot of examples of what she uses (although her website is not that great). I’ve also been fairly impressed by Matt Bird’s The Secrets of Story recently. Good luck!
Hiya! Is it okay to request hc's on Genji's S/O who loves to smother him with affection? I have a weak spot for him ❤ hope you're doing okay! Thanks in advance!
I’m doing well! I had a closing shift at work so I’m tired from that, but tomorrow is my day off! and if i dont get called in i will get to write, draw, and play OW all day!! im really excited!! also, as a reminder, i have a tip jar here! no pressure tho!
Edit: i finished this last night and it accidentally sat in my drafts all night, whoops!
when genji was younger, he would live for that sort of attention, and now that he is older, nothing really has changed
he adores that you smother him with affection to an almost unhealthy point
he spent so long hating himself that the fact that he doesnt now, and that someone else likes him too, is just too much
he is also a little bit touched starved from all those years of isolating himself
he is not the biggest fan of PDA, if you are then he will be constantly blushing
he also gladly returns the attention
one of his favorite things to do is find the softest blanket you to have, wrap you up in it, and then cuddle with you on the couch while watching a movie. Neither of you will be getting up anytime soon
“No, I’m not giving you my DS, you BROKE my last one!” >:0
“Are you really still mad about that. That was last year.”
“STILL RELEVANT! I had to start ALL OVER. You made me lose all my shiny Pokemon!”
I doodled this last night cause I had lots of feels. I still have lots of feels. I’ve had feels all week! Take a break, Yuugi! Staring at a screen all day can’t be healthy!
Also, I am going to adding a new tag to little things like this. Thinking about starting a little mini comic series for cute little domestic life puzzlenerds. Because who doesn’t like domestic life!Yuugi and Atem? :D
A not so funny thing happened on the way to publishing...
Last week I published my romance novel “Insignia” on Amazon. I felt like it was ready, and I was certainly ready to get it out of my hair. I also feared that if I didn’t do it on my terms, something out of my control would come up to keep me from finishing. You know how it goes.
Guess what I discovered days after publishing? I had published the wrong draft.
I have never rolled my eyes so much (at myself), never wanted to kick my own ass so hard. It’s taken me a while to admit why this boo-boo happened, but I finally understand.
While I loved writing this book, it was not the only thing I had to do. I have a demanding family and demanding freelance writing gigs. I am worried about my ill parents. I have my own health issues to deal with (nothing serious, just a bunch of little stuff piling up because I don’t have time to get everything taken care of); and the list goes on.
Except for @spookynightfury‘s gorgeous art, I did everything myself and it was hard af.
Now, look - I’m not saying this to get pity or praise. I’m not trying to make excuses for screwing up. I’m saying this so you understand that when you’re undertaking a big project like this largely on your own, you need to (1) take care of yourself; (2) pace yourself (3) go easy on yourself (4) get editing help if you can. If you can’t, take deep breaths and work in small bite-sized pieces. I should have done more of that.
Because I didn’t, and because I pushed myself until I couldn’t see straight - waking up early, staying up super late, not eating properly, etc - there’s a version of my novel floating out there that’s a hot mess. Hopefully if anyone got a hold of that older version, they can still follow the story as they navigate the minefield of the dreaded early draft.
Listen, writers and all artists. When we embark on this journey of doing what we love, it’s easy to get caught up in serving the Creativity Beast. Mine doesn’t sleep and won’t shut up. It’s maddening sometimes.
I have to say is that I apparently love torturing myself. :’) As if the Namjoon
and Hoseok fic wasn’t enough, I just had to go and make fuckboy!Jin….ahaha…OTL.
To make it worse, this was never meant to be more than one part, but y’know…I’m
a masochist. I also want to thank @chokemejimin or specifically the lovely @the95liner for her excitement over this since it gave me motivation to FINALLY finish this after having it in my drafts since October. (Thank you for following my main blog too <3)
EDIT: ASDFGJL; Tumblr has been stupid this whole day and I couldn’t edit this in the morning like I wanted, but I’m a shitty person and forgot to mention @hadskye (aka Admin RD) and give credit where it is due. Forgive me for being a horrible friend, but yes, this amazing woman helped me a lot with the hashing out of this story and provided me with part of the dialogue. 💜💜💜
Genre: asdfgghjkkl;; SMUT…eventually, fluff, angst, Fuckboy!Jin au
A bitter scowl decorates your face as
your cheeks turn an annoying red, having to witness Seokjin lip-locked with one
of your female coworkers in the back storage closet. Did he have no shame? Even
when they both knew you were watching them, they shamelessly continued and it
only caused your brow to develop a twitch.
“You’re at work! Get out of there and
get back to work before I tell manager Seoyoon-nim to fire you guys!”
The two finally separate, with Seokjin
letting out a dramatic sigh of annoyance while the girl had the decency to look
scared and quickly scurry out the door that lead to the front of the café. Your
stare pierces through Seokjin’s as he finally glances at you, letting that
infuriating smirk adorn his stupid, handsome face.
“Ah, y/n, I see that you’re living up to
being a killjoy like always,” his smirk turns into a condescending smile as he
fixes his – stupidly perfect – hair.
Your heart clenches slightly as you turn
away from him and walk toward the door leading to the front. “Just get back to
work,” you mumble out and walk outside, letting your gaze pass the store as the
sound of the grinder continues in the background.
i am. so down to hear more about any and all aus you may have brewing around in your head. please. i need more. you and arc are wonderful people and i love all the stuff youve made. and the recent hp au just got me even more down with everything. hell yes.
there are more random AUs than there is time in the day
there’s also a bachelor AU draw i’ve had sitting in my drafts for a couple months now and i actually read over the outline of it last weekend because i saw it in my gdrive and holy fuck yall it’s incredible send arc all the love and good vibes bc she is incredible??