#// okay im going to crawl under a rock now

[iamtired10]

out of focus

pairing - ??? x female reader x ???

synopsis - you have two sides to run from, but both are dangerous.

genre - yandere, stalker fic. nothing cute here

warnings - stalking, death threats, extreme, blood, idk, idk², cliffhanger ending, strong language, reader being dumbass, sorry to hyein, pt. 2 coming soon.

word count - 2.6k

a/n - lame-ass fic, im illiterate, my dark romance era is back!! imma write more yandere fics❤️

the first message had unsettled you, but you’d shrugged it off as a minor, albeit eerie, incident.

an unknown number had texted something vague and unsettling:

i’m watching you.

it seemed like the kind of thing you'd hear in some horror movie, but reality?

that felt unlikely.

it could have been a prank—a bored teenager with too much time on their hands or someone testing a spam bot. you rolled your eyes at the thought and went about your day.

but the messages didn’t stop.

in fact, they grew more frequent, more specific.

at first they were merely creepy—just enough to make you glance over your shoulder, but nothing that couldn’t be brushed off.

however as time passed, the texts grew far too detailed.

someone out there knew things no one should know: the exact time you left for uni every morning, what you were wearing, even the tiny, unnoticed things, like how you tapped your fingers on the counter when you were anxious or the way you hummed under your breath when you were deep in thought.

and then came the photo.

the one that made your skin crawl.

it was of you—sitting alone in your room.

the image had been taken from outside, through your window, the angle unmistakably clear.

whoever was sending these messages wasn’t just toying with you from a distance anymore.

they were close.

so close you could almost feel their eyes on you.

you tried to make sense of it, but there was no logic to be found.

every message came from a different number, each with a distinct tone.

some were desperate, almost pleading, demanding your attention with phrases like

why r u ignoring me? i just want to talk.

those ones felt needy, like a strange, twisted longing.

others, however were chillingly emotionless.

u need to be more careful.

those messages felt more like warnings, threats whispered in the dark.

cold, detached, and calculating.

it felt like you were caught between two different people.

one seemed desperate to get close to you; the other wanted you to protect you.

maybe it was just one person.

maybe they had split personalities, switching between obsession and cruelty. or maybe this was a sick game, a test to see how far they could push you, how much fear they could instill.

despite the growing dread, you tried to ignore it.

life continued, even as the dark presence lingered in the background of your mind.

your best friend, hanni, had been the only person you confided in.

she had always been your rock, grounding you when the weight of the situation became too heavy to bear.

when you told her, she didn’t hesitate. “i’m staying over,” she had said, her tone firm, no room for protest. “you’re not going through this alone.”

and for a little while, with hanni there, you’d managed to convince yourself that things were going to be okay.

but now, hanni had too much on her plate.

you didn’t want to burden her further, so when your other friend, hyein, invited you over for a sleepover, you agreed.

maybe a change of scenery would help.

maybe being at hyein's place would give you the distance you needed to think clearly.

you leaned against the cold metal wall of the elevator, the phone pressed to your ear. “i’ll be there in about 30 minutes,” you said, forcing your voice to sound light, normal.

hyein had picked up on it, though. “unnie, are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.

“yeah, i just haven’t been sleeping well,” you lied. “i’m looking forward to tonight.”

she didn’t push further, and you hung up, exhaling a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

just as you slipped your phone into your bag, it buzzed again.

you froze.

unknown number [+82 67 3573 2345]

dont leave ur house

your heart skipped a beat.

it was that unknown number again.

the familiar sense of unease crept up your spine.

a second message quickly followed. . .

unknown number [+82 67 3573 2345]

if u leave, u’ll regret it

a threat. this was a threat, wasn’t it?

your pulse quickened, and your hand trembled slightly as you clutched your phone.

did they know where you were going?

how close were they?

were they watching you right now?

the elevator dinged as it came to a stop on the ground floor, but your feet felt glued to the floor. your mind raced, spiraling into a storm of questions and panic.

should you go back to your apartment? but what if going back gave them more power, made them think they could control you?

what if tomorrow you received another message, telling you not to leave again?

how long could you play by their rules?

but then what if ignoring them was worse?

what if disobeying meant they’d escalate?

you stepped out of the elevator, the chilly evening air hitting your skin.

the world around you seemed oblivious to the terror that had taken root in your life. people passed by, chatting and laughing, completely unaware of the invisible danger lurking around you.

your phone buzzed again. this time, it was hyein.

hye🐣👶🏻

see you soon right?

be careful on the way unnie (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

you stared at the message for a moment, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on you.

if you went to hyein’s place, maybe you could escape the immediate threat.

after all, the stalker hadn’t done anything physical yet…

but how long until that changed?

you slipped your phone back into your backpack after finishing the text exchange with hyein.

just as you were adjusting the straps on your shoulders, you suddenly bumped into someone. the impact was light, but it was enough to knock the other person off balance, sending them crashing to the ground.

“shi—! i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to—” you started apologizing hastily, looking down at the person who had fallen. your words trailed off when you realized who it was.

“oh… hey, haerin-ssi.”

it was kang haerin, a junior at your university.

you had crossed paths with her before—usually in the library, where she often sat alone, nose buried in a book. your classmates had often teased you, claiming the quiet, cat-eyed girl had a crush on you. you’d noticed her occasional shy glances, but you always brushed off the idea. still, there was something about the way she quietly observed you that made you feel… watched.

“hey, sunbae-nim…” haerin’s voice was barely above a whisper. she had her hood up, almost like she was trying to hide.

she seemed to be in a hurry, her posture tense.

your eyes darted to her phone, which had slipped from her hand during the fall. “oh, let me grab that for you," you offered, kneeling down to pick it up.

but just as your fingers brushed the edge of the phone, haerin's hand shot out, grabbing it before you could. “no!! i can get it myself...” she blurted out, her voice suddenly panicked.

you blinked in surprise.

this was the first time you'd seen her react like that—so flustered, so defensive.

you stood up slowly, eyebrows raised. “uh, okay, but i heard the screen crack. you sure it’s not broken?”

haerin stood up quickly, clutching her phone tightly. “you don’t need to worry about that, sunbae-nim,” she muttered, her gaze avoiding yours.

before you could say anything else, she brushed past you, her shoulder bumping into yours as she hurried away.

you tilted your head, watching her rush off in confusion. “weird…” you muttered under your breath. “what’s she hiding on that phone?”

you shook your head, her sudden panic almost… cute, in a way.

later that evening, you were sprawled on Hyein’s couch, half-watching a movie.

or at least, hyein was watching.

your mind had checked out long ago.

every few minutes, your phone would vibrate in your lap, each buzz pulling you further away from the screen and deeper into a pit of anxiety.

then, a new message appeared, and your stomach dropped as you read it:

unknown number [+82 78 3573 1638]

darling my darling

u're going to regret what u've done

i told u not to leave last night

but look at u, out having fun with that kid

watching a movie like nothing’s wrong

you blinked at the screen, then quickly locked your phone, shoving it into your hoodie pocket.

“unnie, anything wrong?” hyein asked, turning her attention away from the movie to look at you.

“yeah, it’s fine,” you lied, glancing away. “just the stalker sending me another love notes, as usual.” you sighed heavily.

you had reported the stalker to the police, but they’d been no help. whoever this was, they were too good at covering their tracks.

changing numbers constantly, sending messages from random places—it was like they were a ghost, slipping through every crack and loophole in the system.

the police couldn’t pin them down, and it left you feeling trapped, helpless.

another vibration.

unknown number [+82 78 3573 1638]

r u u still ignoring me huh?

r u really having that much fun w her?

w that lee hyein?

is she that much better than me?

what r u going to do next?

sleep w her? w a kid? ㅋㅋㅋ

huh is that it?

this one was different.

more direct. more cruel.

the words cut deep, and something inside you snapped.

enough was enough.

you quickly typed back, your fingers flying across the screen:

stop messaging me

she's a hundred times better than u.

u’re just a pathetic loser who doesn’t have the guts to face me in person.

and dont u dare think about her again

you hit block for what felt like the hundredth time.

but even as the message disappeared, you knew it was only a matter of time before another number popped up, and the cycle would start all over again.

no matter how many numbers you blocked, the stalker always seemed to have infinite patience.

more patience than you, that was for sure.

you stared at your phone, frustration bubbling up inside you.

how long could this go on?

how long before they stopped playing games

and did something worse?

and it had gotten worse.

much worse than you could have ever imagined.

you hated yourself for going to hyein’s house that day.

every terrible thing that had happened to her was because of you.

the guilt gnawed at you like a beast with no mercy.

you stared at hyein, lying in the hospital bed, still unconscious.

her ankle was broken, a bandage wrapped around her head.

the doctor said she was lucky to be alive, but you couldn’t shake the words that haunted you:

unknown number [+82 90 5874 3663]

got a surprise for u, my love.

u're going to like it.

go to the gymnastics building.

i love u. so much

that’s where you found her.

hyein, crumpled at the bottom of the staircase, blood pooling beneath her.

someone—your stalker—had pushed her down the stairs.

the sight of her lying there, so still, so vulnerable, was burned into your memory.

and then the next message arrived.

unknown number [+82 90 5874 3663]

told u to stay away from her

but you didn’t listen

she’s lucky she’s not dead.

but the sound of her skull cracking was loud enough to satisfy me ㅋㅋㅋ

anyway i love u, my darling.

remember this is just a little showcase. i can do worse than that

all of this... it was because of you.

you couldn’t forgive yourself.

the guilt was unbearable, consuming you from the inside out.

mrs. lee’s sobs echoed in your ears as she clung to hyein’s brother in the waiting room.

the grief in their eyes was too much.

they loved her like you did, but they didn’t know the truth—their daughter, their sister, was in this hospital because of you.

you bit back your own tears, but they came anyway, spilling down your cheeks.

hyein had always been like a little sister to you, someone you wanted to protect. now she was hurt, possibly broken, because of you.

the thought of her dying because of your choices was like a knife twisting in your chest.

the stalker had done this.

and they could do worse.

much worse.

the only sliver of relief was that hyein was stable, though she hadn’t regained consciousness yet.

but you didn’t know if the stalker would come after her again.

that thought paralyzed you.

“it’s okay…” hanni’s voice broke through the fog of your mind.

she was sitting beside you, pulling you into her arms.

her hug was warm, firm, as she rubbed your back gently. “she’s going to be fine. don’t worry. she’ll be okay.”

her words were soothing, but they didn’t reach the gnawing fear inside you. “i’m here, okay? no one’s going to hurt you again. the police are here. we’re all here for you. you’ve got me. it’s going to be alright,” hanni whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as you collapsed into her, sobbing into her chest.

“h-han, i’m so scared…” you stuttered, your voice broken. “why is this happening? why can’t they just leave us alone? why can’t they leave me alone? what do they want from me?”

hanni held you tighter, her voice low and serious. “love…,” she murmured.

you blinked and looked up at her, confused. “h-huh?”

she sighed, then met your eyes. “i mean... they’re obsessed with you. they want your attention, maybe more. maybe love. i don’t know... but let’s not think too much about it right now, okay? just focus on being here. on being safe.”

you swallowed hard, nodding as you let out a shaky breath. “o-okay…”

just then, minji’s voice interrupted the quiet moment. “are you guys leaving soon?”

she stood at the door, her eyes flicking between you and hanni.

you tried to pull away from hanni’s embrace, but she held on tighter.

“no—” you started, but hanni cut her off.

“yeah, i think y/n needs rest,” hanni said firmly, smiling softly as her hand continued to rub soothing circles on your back. “she was awake all night, and she’s exhausted.”

you shook your head. “but i need to stay for hye—”

“she has her brother and minji. doctors, nurses, and the police are here to protect her,” hanni interrupted gently. “you were here all night, y/n. you didn’t sleep. you need rest.”

you wanted to argue, but you were so tired.

the exhaustion hit you all at once, like a wave crashing down. you sighed in defeat.

minji nodded. “okay. i’ll keep you updated when she wakes up or if anything happens. and if you need anything, call me. do you want a police officer with you for protection?”

before you could respond, hanni spoke up confidently. “no, i’ll be with y/n. the stalker can’t do anything to her while i’m there.”

minji raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. “alright. . . just let me know if you need anything.”

she gave you both a lingering look before walking away.

hanni finally let go of you and stood up. “i’ll grab your backpack. don’t move, okay?”

you nodded as you watched her walk off, the quiet hum of the hospital surrounding you.

nurses bustled about, doctors talked in low voices with patients, and the distant sound of machines beeped steadily in the background.

it all felt surreal, like the world was moving on while you were stuck in this nightmare.

and then your phone buzzed.

your heart stopped as you hesitantly pulled it out of your pocket.

you glanced down at the screen, and your blood ran cold.

unknown number [+82 67 3573 2345]

is typing. . .

dont go to her house

a/n - fell asleep while writing it -_-

my brain, butt, back, neck, fingers hurts 😣

[naturesapphic]

Reader seeing pictures of nat being close to wanda and kind of gets jealous but mostly insecure, so insecure that they go into subspace and start mumbling things (amongst the lines of "im mommy good girl" "mommy loves me" "her good girl" or sum like that) and nat comes home and comforts them and calms them down?

also sorry for my english its not my first language:)

Insecurities

Mommy!natasha romanoff x little!fem!reader

Warnings: little bit of Wanda and Natasha, hurt/comfort, age regression

Natahsa hasn’t been with you very much recently and it’s fine. I mean…you think it is. You have no reason to worry or to be insecure, but you still feel sad that your girlfriend is always so busy and when she’s not busy she always hangs out with Wanda, her best friend and your other friend. They wouldn’t betray you like that…

You were on the couch scrolling through Instagram when you saw that Natasha and Wanda posted some pictures on instagram of them together. Natasha had her arms wrapped around Wanda’s waist and on Wanda’s page, Wanda kissed nat on the cheek. Tears pricked your eyes and you immediately turned your phone off, throwing it on the other side of the couch. You whimpered and got up off the couch and started pacing back and forth while wringing your hands together.

Tears blurred your vision and you started sobbing which led you to be laid out on the floor. You weren’t thinking clearly and you started to feel yourself go into your headspace. You didn’t want to be a little right now, you had too intense emotions that your little self couldn’t comprehend right. You wiped your eyes and started to stand up but your whole body was shaking because you are so upset in this moment. You whimpered and started crawling to your chest that has your favorite little things that help you regress more and to make you feel calm.

You grabbed your favorite blankie and stuffed animal and crawled to the couch to sit. As you were calming down, the photos flashed in your mind and more tears pricked your eyes and you found yourself crying again. You started rocking yourself back and forth slowly and mumbling things to yourself.

Natasha walked up to y’all’s shared house and opened the door, using her house key. “Babygirl? Im home! Are you okay? Is your phone dead because-.” Natasha said as she walked in the house but stopped dead in her tracks to find you on the couch rocking back and forth and saying something under your breath that she couldn’t quite understand. She walked over to you and got down on her knees so she can look at you and talk to you face to face. She finally started to hear what you were saying and it broke her heart. “M’mommy good girls…” “Mommy onlys wuv mes…” “hers good girls..”

Natasha didn’t understand why you were saying this but you seemed really upset and she hates when her babygirl is upset. “Hey hey angel…it’s okay mommy’s here now..” she spoke gently so she doesn’t startle you and make you more upset. You raised your head to look at her and your bottom lip started to quiver. “Mommy Nu wuv me Nu mores..” you stated and started crying again. “No no babygirl! Where did you get a silly idea like that? Mommy loves you so much princess…” Natasha explained as she scooped you up in her strong arms and placed you on her lap on the floor she was sitting at. “Nu chu donts! Chu wuv auntie Wanda now! Chu don needs mes Nu mores..” you stated and sniffled.

Natasha then realized what you were upset about. She should have known that those pictures would put thoughts in your head. You were working on your insecurities and jealousy problems but nat was there every step of the way and understood you. She thought it was cute how jealous you could get but it does make her sad that you feel that you aren’t good enough for her because for nat, it’s the other way around. She still can’t believe that you chose her to be your girlfriend and caregiver, but she thinks the stars that she gets to be.

“Babygirl…I’m sorry that those photos upsetted you so much. But know that me and Wanda are just friends and that’s it. That’s all we are. She can’t replace you. No one can. You are my y/n/n and you are one of a kind. You are mine and I am yours. Nothing will change that my princess..” she explained to you and you looked up at her innocently “chu mines an I yours? Forever mommy?” You asked genuinely and Natasha felt herself tear up at how broken and sad you sounded. “Forever and always my little dove. It’s you and me against the world.” Natasha confessed and you felt yourself lean into her touch and cuddle yourself into her.

“We will talk more about this later. You don’t need to worry about such big emotions and problems okay baby? But just know that mommy loves you and only you.” Natasha said as she knows that even when you are in your headspace, you tend to worry about everything just like you do sometimes when you are out of it. Natasha and Wanda are just close friends, they feel like sisters to each other and plus they would never ever betray you like that. Ever. Natasha is so in love with you and only you. The reason why she keeps hanging out with Wanda so much recently is because she is planning on proposing to you soon and Wanda is basically a chef and great decorator and she knows the both of you very well to make the best proposal and wedding ever.

Natasha picks your sleepy self into her arms and Carries you to y’all’s shared room and tucks you in the bed. She puts on her black tank top and sweatpants to sleep in and lays besides you in bed and brings you close to her body so she can hold you. She loves you and only you, nothing will ever change that.

A/n: I hope that this was okay! Im sorry this was so late but I hope that y’all enjoy! Remember that winter/Christmas requests are still open! And remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Honey, our boyfriend drowned!

Barbie dolls: jegulus x gn!reader

Word:5.1k

Summary: lemme set the scene: Regulus' car crashes into the lake on his drive to work most definitely killing him and then some mystique happens and I get too lazy to write actual plot but I add some sad and cute and JUST FUCKING READ IT ITS FUN AND NICE

Warnings: regulus dies (or does he mwhahaahha), lots.of talk of grief and death and blood and nasty and self hatred you and James are going through it, regulus with a cane and long hair, talks of the war but it's the tiniest mention, Barty has attachment issues, there is some cringe bc believe it or not Im cringey as a person so it just happens, regulus speaks Google translate French, James speaks Google translate Hindi, I had so much fun writing this.one and that's so stupid bc Its literally about death but it was a hoot, brotherly love, peter included SUCK MY DiCK OH MY GOD, oh James takes a picture OH and there's a cordless phone but I was personally thinking of the big clunky ones that sat on the wall you know, insinuations of the cave, Sirius says Jesus Christ in shock you say Gods no in shock yodabba dabba, everyone are friends I watched MLP okay everyone loves each other now, take a shot everytime I say warm, you cry, I quit

While you and James were in school, you started dating a boy named Regulus. He was beautiful and graceful. Your relationship continued outside the bounds of the school walls. Once you and James graduated you got a home and Regulus joined you both a year later when he graduated. Domestic life was wonderful for the three of you. And then Regulus died. 

It was hard to believe. How could your boyfriend disappear right out from under both of your noses? He left for work one day and didn’t come back. It was like the world paused after that. The walls wept with you both. The house seemed smaller and tighter because everywhere you looked were remnants of him. His books were on the shelf with his writing inside. His additions to the grocery list were still on the fridge. His fancy shoes for events sitting by the door. His winter coat is on the rack. You could still smell his cologne. Maybe that was because James would spray it on Regulus' pillow and clutch it to his chest while he slept. Your day together as a couple consisted of sitting on the couch in silence and staring ahead listening to the clock tick. 

His death put a strain on your relationship. You could barely take care of yourselves. How could you love another person when you could barely work up enough energy to cry? So you both floated around the house silently like you were the ones dead. You didn’t talk to James for weeks. 

Everyone around you seemed to take a hit from Regulus’ death. Evans and Barty became reclusive, you hadn’t heard from them in months.

Dorcas started bouncing around her friends’ homes, staying the night on a new person’s couch because she was scared to leave anyone alone. They’d slip from her grasp like Regulus did if she didn’t stay with them.

After a few weeks, Mary and Lily took on the role of caretaker. Bringing people dinners and shoving them into the shower so they’d bathe every once in and while.

Marlene tried to crack jokes with people, she was most definitely the kind of person to joke until her pain went away.

Pandora spent all her days sitting in a rocking chair in front of the window. You checked on her once and asked her how she was. She told you, without looking away from the window, ‘I had a premonition about this four years ago. It’s scarier in real life. I can’t just crawl into his bed and press my fingers to his pulse. I’m living in a nightmare.’ You sighed and patted her shoulder, leaving her with the wisest words you could muster: ‘Me too, Panda. Me too.’ 

Peter is in the nearest Library every day, reading all of Regulus’ favorites. He even came over a few times to borrow some of Regulus’ personal books.

Remus found a French cookbook and started making his way through it one recipe at a time as a way to get up and do something. He said he thought of Regulus with each dish and it made the pain recede like an ocean wave. 

Sirius took it the hardest, for obvious reasons. He laid on his couch all day, staring at the bookshelf next to the TV. Remus said he couldn’t convince Sirius to move to the bed. He’d only to get up to use the bathroom. Remus would have to sit next to the couch on the floor and feed him so he didn’t wither away. Remus eventually realized Sirius was staring at the picture of him and Regulus sitting on the shelf. After a long time, Sirius finally moved from the couch, instead taking his tears to his bed. You didn’t see Sirius for weeks. 

When Regulus’ funeral arrived it was obvious the impact he left. All 12 of you stared at the empty coffin as it settled into the ground. You didn’t even get the peace of knowing his body was resting in the coffin. They never found it. They found his car in the lake with a massive hole the size of his fancy car on the side of the bridge overhead. The police said his body probably drifted down the attached river into the woods. It was likely his body was scavenged by animals. It did nothing to settle your mind. 

Your lover drowned and then was torn apart by wild animals? Great, glad he’s resting peacefully. All of his things were in the car too. The book he was trying to finish during the month of the crash. His bag with his wallet and every other personal item you could think of. He even still had Pandora’s hair clip on the strap. His blood was on the seat and front windshield. Cops said it was impossible for him to have survived, especially with the amount of blood that was lost. He left for work, taking the route he always did, and died in the process. 

It took a long time but you all eventually healed from it. Of course, it still hurt when you were reminded of it but you slowly got back to your average life.

Sirius got off the couch. Dorcas slept in her own bed. Marlene finally cried. Lily and Mary started making food only for themselves. Remus put his cookbook on the shelf, next to the picture. Peter moved out of the libraries, finding new books. Barty and Evan even joined you and James on a double date once. Pandora moved away from the window. You and James stopped being zombies dancing around each other. You finally talked it through and cradled the other through the night, Regulus' pillow was shoved into the closet. 

You asked your friends for help to pack all of Regulus’ things into boxes. It was terribly hard to move on when his presence was still staring you in the eye. You told Sirius he could stay home but he still showed up. He helped you pack up Regulus’ clothes, taking back the band shirts Regulus stole from him. He even used one as a tissue when he cried about it.

With too many people in your house, you were all able to stuff Regulus into three separate boxes. Remus helped James move them into the attic. even though you wanted him hidden away in boxes didn’t mean you wanted to sell his presence away. You hugged everyone goodbye. It was a sour goodbye, the memory of Regulus’ loss fresh on their minds but happy they got to see all their friends again. 

You, along with all the others, had your good and bad days. You’d say an inside joke Regulus came up with and spend the rest of the day crying next to the window. Some days you’d blossom and be like you were years ago. As time went by your bad days became more and more far apart. You and James’ relationship was going strong, you felt like you were in school again. In a positive way. 

After a long brunch with Remus and Sirius full of laughs, you and James went home and relaxed. James left to go take a nap and you started reading by the window facing out towards the road that led to your doorstep. After you got through four chapters, James was rising from his nap and kissing you good morning. Though it was really more of a late afternoon, you didn’t correct him. He left to go make himself a snack, still in his pajamas. You continued reading.

As you heard the timer go off for James’ food you glanced up to see if he was getting it. You saw him through the opening, reaching over for the pot on the oven. You moved to look back at your book, pausing when you saw someone on the sidewalk. You were an avid enjoyer of people-watching. 

It was a man who left your boots feeling shaken. His hair was longer, reaching down to kiss his back between his shoulder blades. He walked with a limp. He was classily dressed. At the top of his cane was a bird skull. He was dressed in all black and had various silver jewelry hanging from his body. His hair was falling into his face as he stared at the ground. You glanced down at the ground to see his shoes, finding they were just as fancy and put together as he was. You looked back up at his hair, trying to see if you could figure out how he maintained it so perfectly.

As you dragged your eyes up, he shook his head back. His hair flew back revealing his scarred face. There was a scar parting his eyebrow and making a trail across his cheek to his ear. You saw one peeking out from the bottom of his jaw and dipping under his high-collared shirt. 

Even with all the changes you recognized him. You sprung out of your chair, flinging your book back towards the coffee table. You heard it clatter to the floor. 

“James! Call Sirius!” You yelled as you scattered towards the front door, knocking over items on your way. 

“What? Why?” James asked from the kitchen opening. You spun your head back towards him. You probably looked like a frazzled crazy person. You felt like a frazzled crazy person. You were either hallucinating or really watching your dead lover walk down the street. 

“Call Sirius, James.” You said, your tone nipping at his hand and making him turn around for the phone hanging in the kitchen. You flung open the front door, ignoring your shoes and the fact the door smacked against the wall.

You weren’t entirely sure Regulus, or at least what you thought was Regulus, wouldn’t run away if he saw you coming. You ran down the concrete steps and your driveway. You ignored the fire the rough ground started on the bottoms of your feet. James stood on front doorstep with the phone pressed to his ear. You caught snippets of his words as you moved to the end of the driveway, staring down the sidewalk. 

“I don’t know.” Your chest heaved as your mind caught up with what you were looking at. “Just said to call you.” You stared at the man in black walking down the center of the sidewalk. “Bein’ weird.” You saw the man stop his walking as you stood in his way. 

“Regulus?” You yelled. The man stood still. You took a step towards him. James had settled silent. “Regulus? Baby, is that you?” You yelled down the sidewalk. He was standing on the sidewalk in front of your neighbor's house, still staring at the ground. Hr pulled his head up, facing you. Even from a far distance, you could recognize him.

Your body started running before your brain could even tell you to. Regulus picked up his pace, a nice brisk walk. You doubted he could go much faster with his apparent hurt leg but you didn’t care. Your undead lover was on your sidewalk. You picked up your pace, letting your lungs burn. Your heart was burning more, the pain from knowing you’d never see Regulus mixing with the hope that he was really walking down your sidewalk. 

“Holy shit.” You heard James say from the first doorstep. “Listen uh, Sirius, I’m going to have to call you back. I think we might be hallucinating right now.” James said. You heard the quiet clatter of the phone on the table next to the front door. You and Regulus stopped with barely two feet between you too. Your chest heaved. You thought your ribs might explode.

Regulus was beautiful even with the scars and obvious dark experiences lingering behind his eyes. You couldn’t imagine what happened in the past year and a half but he was still Regulus after all this time. You felt like you shouldn’t cry because he might feel guilty and leave again. You closed the gap between you two, wrapping your arms around him. Regulus sighed with his chin pulled over your shoulder. You heard his cane drop to the sidewalk, his weight leaning into yours. 

You gripped the onto the back of his shirt, crying into his shoulder. Regulus held onto you just as hard. You felt James’ arms join yours, holding onto Regulus. After a few moments of Regulus finally feeling at home and you and James realizing you did all that crying for nothing, you all pulled back. Regulus wobbled a second, before leaning on his other side. James quickly dipped down and held Regulus’ cane out to him. Regulus thanked him, leaning his weight back on the cane. 

“You’re alive.” You said, sticking your hands your hands out at Regulus. He gave you a one-shouldered shrug. 

“There’s a lot I need to tell you,” Regulus muttered, glancing down at the cane. You shook your head, reaching out for him again. You let your hands cup his face. 

“Oh let me look at you.” You traced the scars on his face. You tugged lightly on the ends of his hair. You let your hands dip down, tracing over the necklaces. You looked down at the metal skull buckle on his belt, grinning at his fancy shoes again. Even after all the changes, he was still in his stupid shoes. 

“You’re so beautiful, my love. I can’t believe you’re alive.” You said, cupping his face again. Regulus hummed and tilted his face into your hand. You pulled back and let James pull Regulus into his arms. James cradled Regulus’ head to his chest just as he used to when Regulus got bad nightmares. Regulus let out a gasping sob, digging his nails into James’ forearm. James closed his eyes and pressed his nose to Regulus’ hair. 

  A few minutes later Regulus was sat at the table with his favorite tea hugged between his hands. You watched him from across the table, tracking his every move. It was weird looking at him. Aside from the fact you thought he was dead, it was a stark change.

You got to watch James slowly change parts of himself over the year. The wrinkles near his eyes got more prominent, he cut his hair, and he got new shoes, etcetera. You went from seeing Regulus with hair shorter than his chin to watching him flick it over his shoulder. You saw him with the clear and pristine skin he took pride in the scarred look he was sporting now. Regulus pursed his lips and blew on the hot tea in his hands before flicking his eyes up to you. You didn’t shy away from the fact you were staring at him. James wandered into the dining room his phone pressed to his ear. 

“No Sirius, I’m being ser-I’m being for real. You need to get over here now, you’re not going to believe this.” James said, leaning on the doorframe and staring at Regulus. Regulus stuck his hand out at James, wiggling his fingers. James raised an eyebrow ‘You sure?’. Regulus shook his hand, ‘yes.’. James handed the phone to Regulus. Regulus pressed the phone to his ear. He cleared his throat. 

“That coffin was uncomfortable, dickhead.” Regulus said before pulling the phone away from his ear and hanging it up. He set it on the table and took a slow sip from his tea. 

“I think you just gave him a heart attack,” James said. You hummed, staring down at the phone. 

“Yeah I’m not sure if that was the best action but it was a very Regulus thing for you to do so at least some things haven’t changed. “ You said, handing the phone off to James. Regulus closed his eyes as he pulled his tea away from his lips. 

Minutes later Sirius was bursting through your door with Remus tailing fast behind him. Sirius peered into each room, making haste to search the house. Regulus set his tea down. Sirius stood in the dining room doorway, frozen in place. Regulus stood from his chair, leaning on his cane and sighing as he did so. He tilted his head to the side, making a small spin to show off his new look. 

“Jesus Christ,” Sirius muttered. 

“that’s who he looks like, I was trying to place it,”  you said, sighing and smacking James’ bicep. Regulus faces Sirius again, holding his arm out. Sirius closed the space, pulling Regulus into a hug. They rocked side to side. You thought of shooing everyone out but you also wanted to watch Sirius’ reaction. Sirius pulled back and smacked Regulus on the crown of his head. Regulus glared at him, obviously, it wasn’t hard. 

“Don’t you ever do that again you dick,” Sirius said, before cupping Regulus’ face. He grimaced and shook his head. 

“You look like me in fourth year,” Sirius whispered, running his hand through the length of Regulus’ hair. Regulus hummed. 

“I thought so too. I missed home, so I grew it out. I plan on trimming it soon though, not really me.” Regulus whispered. Sirius hummed and traced the scar down Regulus’ eyebrow with his thumb. 

“What’d you do?” Sirius asked. 

“I ended a war before it started, the usual break year plans. I almost drowned and fought off some weird gremlin things. It’s a story.” Regulus said, waving off Sirius’ look of concern. “I’m fine now, other than the trauma I hold with water. But I managed to figure it out. I just take showers weird now.” Regulus added, once again downplaying the severity. 

“Well, your funeral was a waste of time,” Sirius said, turning back around to stand next to Remus. Regulus shrugged. 

“Did you guys cry?” You, James, Remus, and Sirius shared looks. You all shrugged. 

“Eh, not really.” 

“I mean what even classifies as crying these days, you know.” 

"So much I got dehydrated"

“After the first couple of days, it was a breeze.” Regulus rolled his eyes and pulled his tea off the table. 

“So did you guys sell all my shit?” He whispered into his cup. You and James quickly shook your heads. 

“Oh gods, no. It’s all in the attic.” You said, pointing at the ceiling above you. James and Remus left for the attic as you and Sirius chased after Regulus. Regulus took his tea from the dining room to the living room, setting it on the coffee table. You and Sirius stared at him as he settled onto the couch. Regulus propped his cane against the side table, taking a sip from his tea. Regulus lifted an eyebrow at the floor. He leaned over and held your book up. 

“Thought I taught you better than to throw books,” Regulus said, setting the book on the coffee table. You crossed your arms over your chest. You scoffed. 

“I was a little more focused on my undead lover walking into my garden.” You said. Regulus shrugged and gently set the book down on the coffee table. Regulus kicked his foot up, resting his ankle on his knee. James and Remus joined you with all three boxes. They were all labeled with a different form of his name, three different handwritings. Evan wrote R.A.B. in his swirly handwriting. Sirius had written Regulus in his pristine handwriting. You scribbled down Reggie on the top with an almost empty Sharpie. It looked like you didn’t care but you couldn’t bear to look at the boxes any more than you had to. 

Regulus leaned forward, tearing open the nearest box. He started rummaging through it and you wished Evan was here. You couldn’t fold things as perfectly as he could. Regulus pulled out his favorite stuffed animal, setting it on the couch next to him. He closed the box, reaching for the next one. He tore it open just as fast. He pulled out his favorite blanket and book. Regulus threw the blanket next to his stuffed animal. He set the book on the coffee table and as you watched him close up the box again, you sucked in a shaky breath. Regulus lifted his head, looking at you. You turned into James’ arms. James tightened his hold. You hated to get James’ shirt dirty but watching Regulue tear through the boxes you were sure you’d never touch again made your throat close up. 

“Sorry did I do something?” You heard Rehgulus’ voice behind you. James’ hand ran up and down your back. You felt SIrius’ hand land on your shoulder. 

“No, we’re just processing, I think. Lots of changes today.” James said, rocking you back and forth. Sirius took on the role of changing the subject so you still had a little bit of dignity. 

“We need to call the others. I mean this is a big change we’ll have to get every-“ Regulus cut off Sirius. 

“Listen, I know okay. I know, but I haven’t felt at home in over a year. I just want to spend today here. Tomorrow I will tell everyone of my resurrection but right now I just want a nap. You and Remus can stay if you want, I really don’t care. As long as I get a nap on the couch, I’m okay. I will gather everyone tomorrow but today is just..” Regulus sighed, a visible weight lifting from his shoulders. “Just for me. Is that okay?” Regulus asked. Sirius stayed silent a moment. He glanced around the living room. He shrugged, looking back at Regulus. 

“Yeah, that’s okay.” Regulus slipped his shoes off, setting them next to his cane, and laid across the couch. You pulled back from James, wiping at your eyes. You headed off for the bedroom, tearing open the closet. You pulled down Regulus’ pillow and brought it back to the living room. Regulus gave you a soft smile and gently took the pillow from your hands. He set it down before quickly sandwiching your hands between his. He was warm, not cold like a dead body. Maybe he was real. Regulus stared up at you. 

“I learned how to cook traditional French dishes,” Remus said, picking at one of the boxes. Regulus hummed. He was on the brink of sleep but still wanted Remus to feel heard. “You should come over for dinner some night.” Regulus nodded against his pillow. Remus left after SIrius and not long after you heard SIrius’ motorcycle fade away. You imagined Remus’ long legs cramped behind Sirius on the back of his bike and snorted. 

“I love you, you know that? Every day I wasn’t here I worried for you. I missed you so much I’d feel sick. I’m sorry I left like that.” Regulus said. Your eyebrows pinched and you sank your teeth into your bottom lip, trying your hardest to not cry again. You nodded. Regulus hummed and pressed your palm to his lips. You sighed and rubbed his cheek lightly. He dropped your hands and laid back on the couch, now with his pillow propped behind his head.

Regulus turned onto his side, clutching his stuffed animal to his chest. He pulled his blanket up to his nose. Sirius stood next to Regulus, brushing hair out of his face and gently rubbing his cheek before roughly smacking him and messing up his hair again. Regulus groaned and swatted his hands away. Sirius pulled back and slipped out the front door. 

“Mon Soleil?” Regulus whispered into his blanket. You glanced at James, watching his water line fill. 

“छोटा राजा?”  James whispered, his voice fragile. You looked back to Regulus. His eyes were still closed. 

When James heard Regulus’ snores next to his ear he slid the bookmark into their place and set it on the coffee table. James leaned his head back, resting it on the couch armrest. You sighed, watching Regulus sleep peacefully. 

“Read to me?” Regulus asked. James nodded and grabbed the book Regulus pulled from the box off the coffee table. James sat on the floor next to where Regulus head was on the couch. He opened the book to the page they left off last time, and you felt like James might cry. He started reading and as he went on you started to wish Regulus had given you a task too. You were just standing there watching them. You quietly joined James on the floor. You sat a foot and a half away from James. He paused his sentence for a second to look up at you and give you a soft smile. You returned it and slipped a hand under Regulus’ blanket. It probably smelled like the attic but Regulus didn’t seem to care, snoozing away. You rested your hand on his hip, lightly rubbing it before getting your hand to sit. You wished to hold his hand but one was clutching his stuffed animal and the other was pressing his blanket to his face. 

“I don’t think we’ll be getting much sleep tonight.” You whispered, not wanting to wake up Regulus. James turned his head to face you. He reached over and held onto your other hand, kissing the back. He nodded and looked over towards the wall. 

“I feel like we shouldn’t go to sleep because when we wake up, the boxes will be back in the attic. Sirius will be back on the couch and we’ll be sitting on the bed sobbing together.”James whispered. You humed. You slipped your thumb under the edge of Regulus’ shirt, pressing your finger into his warm skin. 

“He won’t be warm anymore.” You muttered, eyes still caught on Regulus. James’ thumb rubbed against the back of your hand. You wondered if he was testing to see if you were warm still. 

“We’ll visit his grave on Wednesday together and wonder if those wild animals were well fed. If it was all worth it. Stare down at the dirt and know six feet under is an empty wooden box with nothing but a copy of Regulus’ favorite poetry book inside.” James’ voice wobbled and you gripped his hand tighter. 

“I thought every day that I would wake up and it’d all be a nightmare. I was just dreaming. All those crime shows got to me and my brain inserted me into an episode while I was sleeping. Every morning I’d wake up to find out we were still planning his funeral. I thought I was dead for a while. Thought this was my punishment for not recycling enough or something.” You said, pressing your thumb further into Regulus’ skin. Not to hurt him, but you needed to feel his pulse. 

“I can’t go back there,” James whispered. 

“Then maybe we go to sleep tonight. Maybe we’ll wake up and he’ll be in bed with us.” You said giving the side of James' face a sour smile. 

“Then we start again. We heal again.” James gave you a sad look and stared ahead again. You decided to lighten the mood a little. “And we had a freaky joint dream.” James snorted. He sniffed and stared down at his lap. He kissed the back of your hand again. You focused on Regulus’ skin under your finger. Still warm. 

“And if we wake up to find ourselves right back where we started? What then?” James asked, turning his head to face you. You paused for a moment and let his words stir in your head. You thought about getting thrown right back into that dark and messy place.

You didn’t take showers unless Mary forced you and you hated yourself for everything you did. Why didn’t you stop Regulus and tell him to stay home that day? Why didn’t you drive him to work yourself? Why didn’t you deviate from your routine, anything to save Regulus’ life? And when you got over what ifs that could’ve stopped this all from happening, then you hated yourself for not helping James more. Why couldn’t you take care of him? His parents called every day and he could barely pull himself out of bed to answer the phone. You couldn’t look away from the floor to pick the phone up. You picked apart yourself with sharp nails and then let your pieces rot into something awful that barely resembled yourself anymore. All in the name of grief. 

“So sorry to break up such a sweet moment, however I am trying to sleep. So if you two could shut up: that’d be preferable. “ You heard Regulus say. James turned his head back, glancing at Regulus. He looked back at you. 

“Seems pretty real to me.” You whispered. 

Regulus stayed true to his word, calling every one of your friends to your home. When he joined them in the living room there were screams and cries and most definitely noise complaints from the neighbors. Barty fell to his knees, taking Regulus down with him, and sobbed into his hair. He was an ugly crier too, saliva connecting his two lips when he opened his mouth in a silent cry.

Dorcas and Evan were quick to join them on the floor, wrapping Regulus up in a sea of arms. Probably the first body of water he felt comfortable in a while.

Eventually, Regulus made it to his feet, giving everyone their own hug. Peter told him he had books he found that Regulus would enjoy. Mary smacked him on the back of the head and told him to brighten the fuck up before dragging him into a tight hug. Lily told him she had a new bread recipe she’d been meaning to try. Marlene cracked a stupid joke through her tears and lightly punched Regulus in the arm. Regulus made it to Pandora and she pulled him to her chest, squeezing him as tight as she could. 

“I didn’t see this.” She whispered in his hair. Regulus gripped her back just as tight.

You all had a warm dinner made by Remus and Lily. Regulus and Sirius share a nostalgic look after the first bite. You didn’t have a big enough table so you all crowded into the living room, gathering around the rug. Regulus earned a spot on the couch. Barty was at his feet, arms wrapped around Regulus’ leg.

James shot up halfway through dinner, dashing across the house. He came back with his camera. He took one shot of everyone in the living room before turning the camera around and squeezing himself into frame too. He labeled them both ‘Regulus’ first family dinner back’ on the backs. He added the date and set the camera and photos on the kitchen counter deciding to deal with them later.

On his way back into the living room, he kissed you before pecking Regulus on the cheek. As he settled back into his seat on the floor, the group broke into ruckus laughter from a joke Sirius made. Sirius beamed and your and James’ eyes shot for Regulus. You found him snorting out his tea through his nose. His pain, disgust, and laughter all conjoined and you knew when you woke up tomorrow, he’d once again be in your bed. Warm. 

[mikachacha]

𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝙹𝚁! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You're holding a class for your korean fans for the third time since you came to South Korea along with your team, Jam Republic. You tried to keep it low-key but the other teams decided to visit during one of your classes.

Warnings: suggestive content, Bada and reader being flirty h0es 🤧🤧

(A/N: because @1luvkarina requested it, im gonna do it 🤧🤧 jk it just happened that the pointer landed to her request)

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"You gotta be fucking kidding me right now.." you couldn't believe your eyes at what you're seeing. Almost every participant of Street Woman Fighter has filed in your class that made you feel a bit nervous because out of all classes, they really had to watch you teach this one where you're going for a sexual dance.

"Is she gonna dance in heels?" Lusher asked as she saw you preparing. She noticed you wearing high heels and Bada looked as well. You're definitely wearing heels while teaching.

"Damn.. She looks hot in that one.." they could hear other teams comment as the class finally started. You were great, you made sure that everyone was enjoying themselves and making sure that none was left behind. You'd slow down if necessary or repeat the steps which Bada found quite endearing. Some of the girls decided to join your class but Bada just kept watching, entranced at your movements.

When it was finally time to perform the song, it felt like Bada could just pass away there on the spot. You looked so sexy and confident and just everything. Bada could list off everything great about you right there and then but she absolutely died when you looked straight at her when the line, “do I make you horny, baby” came in. Bada's face went completely red as you openly teased her during your classes.

"Bada-unnie looks like a tomato right now.." Kyma commented as she saw their leader going red in the face while watching you dance. The other girls momentarily stopped to look at Bada then at you who's been teasing Bada the whole time, now understanding why the taller girl is blushing.

Bada could swear you'll be the death of her someday. It was clear that both of you are into each other but for the sake of the competition, you held off. But then seeing her in your class today made you want to tease her because your love language is teasing the people you like even if it bites you in the ass afterwards.

"May we request Lee Bada to join Y/N at the front?" Latrice called out after you just finished dancing and you looked at her then your team who were all sporting big, mischievous grin while looking at you. The other teams were laughing at the seemingly betrayal of your team towards you while team Bebe had to drag their leader up front.

"Ya! I thought we were competitors but why are you teaming up against us?" Bada playfully complained and the room was filled with laughter. You looked at Bada and the others. Your confidence has deflated a lot because your crush is right beside you. You're okay with her being a few feet away but right beside you and about to dance with you? You just wanted to crawl under a rock and stay there.

"Guys I seriously can't do this.. With the infamous Lee Bada? You guys are seriously wishing for me to pass out.." you said dramatically and Bada just shook her head in pure amusement.

"Dance or we're leaking the group chat!" It was Emma who yelled and you gasped, looking at your teammate before telling your sound guy to start playing the song once more. You don't want to get your ass exposed to yes, you're gonna dance with Bada right in front of everyone.

Everyone was left mesmerized at how perfect you and Bada looked while dancing together. Her movements were a bit cooler but yours is sultry. There was cheering and whistling but that didn't really matter to you. To be this close and dancing with Bada, your dreams are coming true. You really admire her, well maybe more on the romantic side rather than on the dancing side. You and Bada flirted a lot while dancing, especially on the most sensual parts, she added her own moves while you improvised some. Since everyone's supporting your gay crush on Bada, might as well go all the way.

When the song ended, you planted a kiss on the side of her lips that made her blush so much that she had to cover her face in an attempt to calm down. The others clapped and cheered for you and Bada before you pulled her to the sides so your students can have their time to shine as well as the other girls from the competition who thoroughly enjoyed your choreography.

"I'll wait for you at the parking lot later. You and me, we're going out on a date." Bada whispered to you and you looked at her, eyes wide in disbelief. Did Bada just ask you out on a date??

"What? I'm not sure if I heard it correctly." you asked and she just chuckled, moving closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I said I'm taking you out on a date. We have so much to discuss." she repeated and you just nodded your head, cheeks red as it finally registered in your mind that Bada is really taking you out after your class ends.

[gingerjolover]

jb calling reader princess 🫣

sorry i took so long! i forgot i made pita dough and then i had to cook them lol

in a jb mood so let do this! some of the times jb calls her gf princess! (i don't think princess is an everyday name, someone call me out if im contradicting my own pet names blurb)

rpf smut under da cut, minors gtfo<3

when you're sad:

jb is a hugeeee empath and i know the second she sees soft!gf's lip quiver she's instantly on her just like "oh princess, it's okay...come here," and holding you in her arms. she's pressing little kisses to your head/hair, rubbing your back and hips, trying to hold you as close as possible. i referenced this in my tramp stamp mini fic but she wants to crawl into your skin, esp when you're sad she is affection to the max

when you're mad at her:

she is soooo pouty, esp if its not like a big blow out fight, she all but whines, kissing your cheek, trying to cuddle into you but you're sooo annoyed by her and she's not above begging, "princess, it was an accident, I'm sorry okay? you're my girl, you know that right? my princess," and then pouting at you, maybe even tickling your sides just to get you to giggle

when she's teasing you:

y'all know the VIBES! softdom!jb loooooves to mock you, okay picture this she has you on all fours just rocking your shit with a strap and her nails are digging into your hips, "that's it princess, fucking take it," like all raspy and focused and then you're whining so obviously the dom leaves her voice and she's giggling being like "you're so cute princess," and rubbing your back

when you're waking up/going to sleep:

talked about this in her accent blurb but she is fully a "g'mornin princess," esp because her accent is the heaviest right after sleep, voice raspy and thick. reserved for the mornings when she wakes up immediately needing to be in between your thighs. going to bed i don't think its inherently sexual like the morning, i think she could be half asleep and you're trying to discreetly take her book off her face and chest, trying not to wake her up, bookmarking it and putting it on the nightstand. she’s fully rolling over onto you (trying to crawl into your skin fr!) and mumbling against your lips, "thank you princess," before moving wet kisses onto your neck, eventually slowing down as she starts to snore softly in your ear.

bonus - in a fight, mean!julien:

she definitely uses it as a mocking name intended to hurt you, y'all do not fight often, there's not a ton of jealousy or major fundamental issues in your relationship but sometimes you both let the stress take over and rather than grounding each other, you're igniting each other up and the words burn, everything around you in flames where you just cant come to middle ground. the house is definitely tense for a few days and maybe julien is just really fucking stressed and you ask for something completely valid but its more than she can give you right now and she pulls the "it's not all about you princess," and it cuts your heart right open because princess is a name she calls you with so much love usually, but this time its venomous, so it really takes soft!gf some time and really tough convo to get over it.

[euijoosorangeslice]

harua fingering reader under the table while all the members are around orrr vice versa (reader strokes harua) 😣😣

flushed out

shigeta harua x reader

Your friends all hung out every Saturday night, grouped up as ten on a combination of the couch and the floor. After nine other days of rotation, it was finally your turn to pick the movie. “Twilight!” You eagerly selected, watching some of your friends smile and some of them roll their eyes.

“Seriously, __? We watch this every time it’s your turn.” Kei whined, holding his pillow. “Sorry, it’s just the best movie ever.” You mumbled, relaxing into the couch. Yuma and Taki were on the ground, Maki situated behind them. Fuma, Euijoo, Nicholas and Kei were all sitting on one couch, and you were sitting in between Jo and Harua.

As you took a deep breath in, you watched the first twenty minutes of the movie through. Suddenly, you felt Harua’s hand crawling up your thigh. You whipped your head towards him, seeing a slight blush against his face. “I want to try something.” He whispered, making you sigh slightly. “Harua, no. You try this every time. I’m not going into the bathroom with you.” You answered, swiftly dismissing his question.

He whined, slamming his head against the couch. “__, please! I’ve never had a girl…give me a handjob. I just want to try it this once.” he whispered, tapping the inside of your thigh. You rolled your eyes, moving his hand away from your thigh and returning to the movie.

It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes when you heard Harua slightly moan next to you. Again, you turned towards him. “No way.” You whispered, almost angrily. He was touching himself under the same blanket you were sharing with him. “Harua, how horny could you possibly be right now?” You shouted, hushed. This earned you a smug look from Nicholas, who was sitting the closest to Harua.

“I-im sorry __, but please. Just this once, okay? And I’ll never ask again.” He begged, and you sighed in annoyance. “Fine. I’ll give you what you want.” You agreed, spitting into your hand and reaching into Harua’s sweatpants. You reached down further, pushing down his boxers to his mid-thighs.

Slowly, you began stroking his cock in repetitive motions, watching as Harua bit onto the top of the sheets to muffle the sounds of his pleasure. He whined your name, shutting his eyes from embarrassment of how loud his noises were. Jo looked over, and when he noticed your hand under the blanket moving, he looked away.

He began rocking his hips into the pleasure as he moaned, burying his face into his cushion when you cupped his balls with your other hand. “You must really like being watched, since you’re about to cum from just this.” You spoke, not as hushed since Jo already was aware of what was going on.

You looked over, seeing the tip of Jo’s ears turned red from shock. As Harua finished, he let out a long string of whines and moans of your name, louder than he wanted to. Even though he was overstimulated, you still kept stroking him in the same motion. You noticed that Euijoo had looked now, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Once he realized what was happening, he didn’t hesitate to call you both out. “Oh my god, are you two really touching each other under there?” You noticed as Kei’s eyes shot open. “Ugh, oh my god! I knew you were acting weird today, Harua, but not this weird!” He cried, grabbing Maki and shielding his eyes.

Harua had completely turned red by now from all of the attention, his half-hard dick still in your palm. Taki and Yuma just burst into a fit of giggles, Fuma joining them. Harua huffed, trying to push past the embarrassment. “Well, f-first you make fun of me for months on end, saying ‘n-no girl would ever touch me’ , and when one finally does, e-everyone still makes fun of me!”

Harua pulled up his sweatpants, ignoring the stains of his own release on the inside. “Harua, we’re just kidding, do whatever you want.” Nicholas tried to reassure him, but he ignored him. “I- I need to um…use the bathroom.” He rushed off, Jo awkwardly staring at you as you sucked your fingers to get the remainder of him off of you.

“What, do you want one too?” You joked, making Nicholas laugh from his core and Jo turn away from you.

[hypnoneghoul]

okay this is the one topic I will go on anon for, dont mind me.

anyway, seeing as we have a kind of piss thing going on (a trickle if you will god Im sorry)

what about rain convincing the others to just, completely soak him in a gold shower. like think bukkake but piss. I would love to see it with everyone but if also understand if you dont want to do that, in that case choose who you think are best for the scenario. and if you dont wanna write it at all thats also perfectly fine pls dont feel like you have to!

bestie the noise that escaped my mouth when i saw that... yeah

700 words, what it says in the ask so bukkake but piss, rain x all the boys with transmasc dew, bit of p in v

Rain is a freak. He may not seem like one, but he is and all the pack knows it all too well. Each and every one of them was a subject of his… fantasies so many times it was uncountable at this point, whether he was doing something to them or asking them to do something to him.

One of Rain’s favorites was when it was the others’ turn to do something to him. All of them, preferably.

It started with a good old fashioned orgy. A sex party, if you will, though this time the ghoulettes kept away, letting the boys to their own devices. The ghouls locked themselves in Rain’s room hours ago and only noises that kept spilling out of there were an indicator of them still being alive and well. Maybe not too well.

The party was slowly coming to an end. Its grand finale. Everyone had taken a cock and everyone’s cock was taken. Nearly everyone had cum, at least twice. All the sexual tension of the day was dissipating. They were getting tired, but it was still not over.

Rain was still waiting.

He was engaging alright; he’d eaten Dewdrop out, rode Mountain and fucked Phantom, but as they all kept cumming, he didn’t. Not once.

“Fuck…” Swiss sighed as he was coming down from his fourth orgasm of the night, this one inside Dewdrop’s cunt. “This is fun, but I don’t think anyone’s got more in ‘em.”

“I second this,” Aether grumbled from under Phantom. “Got your fill, Tadpole?”

“Ugh. Fine.” Everyone chuckled at Rain’s dramatic eye roll. The water ghoul truly was insatiable, but if he wanted his plan to be followed through, he’d have to agree to do it now. Otherwise he’d have to milk it out of them all asleep, which… he wouldn’t entirely mind, neither would they, but it wasn’t the plan. Rain crawled out of Mountain’s lap and to the middle of the room, settling on his knees.

“You sure you don’t wanna move to the shower?” Phantom asked, still a bit concerned. He did take part in Rain’s… play time more than once, but this particular type of action was his first. 

“Don’t you worry about it, bug,” Swiss scoffed. “He’s got it.”

“Come here,” the water ghoul all but growled at nobody in particular. All of them, really. “Soak me, make me cum.”

They didn’t need any further encouragement.

With some groans and hisses all of them made their way over to kneeling Rain, taking their positions all around him. So simple, yet so powerful. Only Dewdrop waited, sitting at the edge of the bed and staring Rain down with fire in his eyes. As usual, the best part was his.

“Come on,” the water ghoul spat out once more and without further ado, the ghouls looked at each other and got even closer. Rain was opening his mouth again but instead of words, a high pitched moan left it when Mountain’s piss hit his chest. Then Aether on his back, Swiss on his right, Phantom on his left.

Rain was completely blissed out, shuddering and moaning, hands gripping his thighs, as he was being absolutely showered in hot piss. His red cock was rock hard and leaking, waiting for the slightest of touches to make him burst, cum so hard he’d black out. He couldn’t hear the noises others were making, in awe of their packmate so filthy. 

As all the streams were slowly dying out, Dewdrop stepped in. Finally.

He straddled Rain’s lap and the water ghoul’s eyes snapped open. Before he could register what was going on, Dewdrop slammed himself all the way down onto his cock, his wet and stretched out cunt swallowing Rain up to the very hilt with no issue.

Debauched moans rang out from both of them and the fire ghoul rolled his hips exactly once before letting go with a sigh and pissing all over Rain’s cock, balls and thighs. Rain wailed, then, jaw going slack and head falling backwards as he shook all over and cummed deep inside Dewdrop, some of his copious amounts of cum leaking out and mixing with the other’s piss, still trickling out.

Now, Rain was satiated.

[littlepadika]

Padi 🙈 I’ve been so horny today and can’t stop thinking about papi javi I really just need him to use me and then snuggle me after while feeding me a special bottle. Need to be his little girl more than anything 😩

Oof me too… I’m writing this on my phone so pls excuse the formatting. But I’m very h word today sooo much and definitely would be getting hansy with daddy and sometimes forget to use my words and- ahhhh 😻 now I’m even more h word

Ddlg smut below…like super ddlg

“What do you think you’re doing bebita?” He asks after you wiggle on his lap for the third time.

You don’t respond, just tuck your face into his neck further. You had just woken up from naptime with this pulling sensation between your legs. You knew it was daddy’s work time but you needed him badly!

“Hey…” he stops typing and gently pulls your head out so he can meet your eyes. You were so little after naptime. It made his heart melt. “Answer papi.”

“I need somfing papi… anything…” you pulls his two fingers into your mouth. You clench your thighs together.

“What are you feeling?” He asks even though he has a good idea.

“Need… need…” is all you could muster around his fingers.

“You need daddy’s special bottle huh?” He kisses you gently before gently setting you down on the ground. “Go on bebita. It’s okay.”

You undo his belt and pants with your small hands while he strokes your head.

“Sweet bebita- ah yeah…” he groaned as you started licking his tip. “Suck papi…” he helped lower your head down. “That’s- good girl good… Dios what’s gotten into you, bebita… ugh you got a naughty dream?” He shifts his thighs wider, work completely forgotten.

“Mmhmm” you murmur around him. You take him a bit deeper so you can nuzzle against his thigh, your hands gripping the rest of him.

“So little…” he marvels “all mine…” he lets you suckle him at your own pace. You seemed to be content if he didn’t notice your rocking hips under your tiny skirt. Trying to get some friction…

“Come here bebita…” he coaxes you back up to your feet. You pout a little but do as he says. “Let papi see…” he lifts the hem of your skirt to reveal just how wet you were. You didn’t wear panties during naptime because papi said it was good for your princess parts.

“I see… bebita you’re very h word right now. That means you need papi’s special hug.”

You nod shyly, reaching for his cock. Words weren’t coming to you right now but you knew what you needed.

“Baby you are so little right now…” Javi coos, giving your clit a light stroke. It almost made him hesitate because you weren’t verbalizing what you wanted. But he knew his princesa well enough at this point. He saw the trust and submission in your look and it only made him harder. “Papi is gonna take care of you. No te preocupes…”

He lets you stroke him before ushering you back to his room.

He fucks you missionary, helping you wrap your legs around him. He can’t help but thrust harder once you’ve cum and you start whimpering “papi… papi…” in his ear.

“My- little- girl- preciosa- yes” He biting back cuss words when he finally gushes inside you.

“Such a good girl…” Javi pants. “Mmm…” he slips out and turns you gently so you’re resting on his chest. “Hey bebita…” he is confused when you pull away but it’s only to crawl down his body to his softening cock.

“Mmm…” you suckle on the tip.

“Feel- feel better, bebita?” Javi sighed.

“Mhm papi.” You hum, finally sated and maybe a little smug. The cat who got the cream.

~~~~~~~~~~~

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[ryololart]

Hospital Troubles

Summary: After Simon crawled out of Mexico and Evan dealing with him.

Warnings: Horrible spanish (im sorry i used google translate), gore description,

I had been bitten by a snake once in my life when I was 14. 

Ethan had gone out with his friends  onto the east side of the highway earlier that day and hadn’t come back in a few hours. I had begged Mason to go look for him but he just handed me his sidearm and told me to go myself if I was so worried. In my house guns were given out like toys. Maybe it was just Texas in the 90s but Papa’s shotgun hung over the fireplace, Mason’s sidearm was always on the table, a deagle I managed to swipe off an officer going around town had its place under my pillow. The cold metal felt secure in my hands.

I got on my old bike that had started to rust from the rain and headed south towards Route 90. My head had been flooded with worry, what if he got taken, he’s hurt, dead. My little brother, he can’t, he’s fine. Out of all of us, he is the most resilient, he would be okay. 

The rocks under my tires sent ripples down my spine as I rode the 30 minutes to the old picnic station in East Sanderson. I nearly drove myself insane for those thirty minutes, pedaling as fast as I could without getting too out of breath. The gun was heavy in my waistband, the metal starting to warm from my body heat was waking me up. The adrenaline was shooting through my body and making my chest feel tight. My muscles were tense ready to react, my eyes on alert, my fingers gripping the handlebars so hard I thought they might turn white and fall off. However, there they were, the four boys and my brother, higher than kites. The sun had just started to go down and the creatures of the nights were coming out. I threw my bike down and grabbed him by his shirt from where he was sitting at the picnic table. The red rage that had been flowing through me exploded in the moment.

“Ethan Richard! Do you know how worried I was, and here you are smoking a fucking joint with these idiots!” My words were laced with venom, but he was my responsibility and here he was putting himself in danger. “If you wanna smoke I don’t give flying fuck! But don’t do it an hour ‘round the trip at dusk! Do you know what's out there ya nitwits? You are lucky I won’t tell ya mothers! Home now!” I let go of Ethan and pointed at his friends, Mitchell, Dighton, and Jose. 

I guess I had been so blind in how upset I was I didn’t watch where I was stepping and my yelling was louder than the rattling. I stepped right on a rattlesnake and he wasn’t happy about that. Got me in the ankle in return, fangs right in the meat. I grabbed the pistol from the back of my pants and fired a shot right at it in panic. Its little head exploded like a firework of red. 

I was swearing up a storm and flipping out, I had seen people get bitten my entire life and some didn’t recover. The boys were higher than the goddamn stratosphere and could barely walk straight and I was panicking. You always let a venom bite bleed out because hopefully it will release the venom. Sucking on it wouldn’t do it no good once it’s there. I managed to get my wits about me by grabbing some rope that had been left at the park and tying all the bikes together. It was nearly dark now, the stars covered by dark looming clouds. We had less than twenty minutes to get back to town before it was completely dark. 

“Ride your fucking bikes and don’t loose the goddamn rope,” I told them and pulled them all along back to town. I had one hand steering and one hand firmly on the gun, eyes peeled on the horizon. It was slow, they could barely feel their peddles to keep going. I felt like I was watching sand fall in an hourglass as the sun faded into the west. The crickets and howling were keeping my thoughts company as we rode. I kept the markers of time in my head as we passed the giant dented rock we called the fallen star, twenty-five, then the broken down truck that has been there forever, twenty, the mile marker, fifteen, the cemetery, ten, the trailer park, five, the clinic. 

I had already started to get dizzy and feel as if I was gonna fall, but I kept peddling, I could fight this. I could do this. We didn’t have any lights in town, it was too expensive, the only thing that lit up the streets were the businesses that were closing. Blood started to drip down my nose. People had started to draw the shades and wind down for the night, and there was a string of six kids, five high as hell, and one panicking and holding her ankle stumbling in the clinic that was closed for the night. Luckily the nurse hadn’t left yet and usher me in the door telling the boys to sit in the lobby, turning the light on for them as their atoms merged with the couch. 

The nurse's name was Lauraine. She had always been a nice woman, about forty then, graying brown hair, tired lines on her face, soft blue eyes that reminded me of a cold stream that I wanted to crawl into. Out of the female role models in my life she was the one I clung to after Mama died. She patched me up, shot me up with anti-venom, and gave me a swat over the head sending me on my way. She did not charge me a dime. Which was nice because I still had a 10k debt to pay her for my mother.

 I had to go get Lucas’s toy wagon and pull the boys back to their homes. I purposely knocked on their parents door to wake them up so that the boys would get in safely, and hopefully never do this again. Kids would be kids but in Texas that will get you killed. 

They were out there in the night for less than an hour. Simon had been out there for a week, barely moving, crawling with his hands to the border, for safety.

 It took him a few days before he would actually look at me. He refused to talk. I would come in and try to make conversation, get him comfortable around normal people again. I’d let him read my reports before sending them to his boss. I think he liked the control. His forms of approval and disapproval were getting a shaking head and a scoff or a rolling of an eye and the paper shoved back in my hands. I flicked him on the forehead and told him to use his words several times but the doctors didn’t like that very much. I spent a lot of time translating for him because he didn’t understand too much Spanish. He picked up a few things here and there but our doctors spoke too difficultly, too many words at once. 

Once they ridded him of his restraints I got him a pen and pad where he tried to stab me, some feral side of him exposing itself.

“Ah-ah, naughty boy,” I hissed, ripping it from his weak hands. “Is that how you treat your host? Hmm?” After that he used it much nicer. It took a bit of coaxing, making sure he felt safe, and that we weren’t gonna hurt him. After what he had gone through, I could understand how he was like a feral dog. No worries, I got a good collar and leash for him. That’s what we are, feral animals just trying to bare teeth instead of biting into flesh. However when it’s time we will draw blood, that is the oldest cycle of the world. Blood for a small amount of peace that never lasts.

First I made sure I was telling him things on my own instead of the doctors coming in and speaking Spanish for me to translate. It was much easier for me to read the reports and tell him myself. Second, I gave him time by himself. We had him on 24/7 watch before but we found the more time he was alone, the better his demeanor was. So at random, unscheduled times he got an hour by himself. He was still being watched on cameras, but I think he felt like a prisoner before, which he wasn’t. Thirdly, I would have shifts in there by myself with him and I would tell him stories. I told him about the time I got bit by the snake and a few others from my childhood that were a bit lighter in nature. 

One time Liana, Marcus, and I broke into Priest Cornell’s house. Found out he was a wannabe rockstar when he was a young adult. He had a guitar, music sheets, a lot of coke, magazines maybe priests shouldn’t have, and other shit that was odd. I got a chuckle out of Simon from that one. It was from deep in his chest, it sounded like a scoff but the slight smirk on his face said otherwise. It was like a treat, to pull one out of him. 

I made it personal because this was. He wasn’t a broken man, his pieces were just a bit shattered. He needed someone to glue them back together again so he could go back to his family. Just like I would have wanted someone to do for me. I tried my best to make the room less sterile, make it a little more homely. Hung up a few pictures, once he wasn’t so unstable I brought in some better blankets, helped him obtain some belongings. 

Lucas had gotten Mono once. Nasty thing, he had kissed some girl at school and she gave it to him. His throat swollen looking like spider bites, bones so achy he couldn’t get out of bed, a blistering fever, and appetite for nothing. I had sat by his bed for a week, cold washcloth on his head, forcing old cans of soup down his gullet. I had been so worried and we were at a time I couldn’t afford to take him to the clinic. I felt helpless.

 That is how I feel with this man in this hospital bed. I knew I had to get him back home. Halcon was the one who had brought him to the hospital. Everyone has to work a shift in town in the doctorate as the border was pretty hostile and the border guards weren’t able to keep it tame enough. He was the one on shift sitting in his Ford Ranger he had bought himself with his second payment. He hadn’t had a family to feed, or a house to pay rent for. Once he got to the base he made it his home, he had no one to go back to anyways. He had wanted that truck for awhile, telling me about it all at bootcamp. He had worked out a deal with the guy who had been selling it in the newspaper to wait to sell it to him when he had the money. God he probably hung the clipping above his bed to look at every night. Since the man had been found by Halcon he was now my unit’s responsibility and I was the Sergeant Master, the highest ranked and responsible for the team and their findings. 

He really didn’t sleep as much as he should have been. He often would wake up thrashing, I would be sitting in my little chair in the corner, working on reports on aircraft fixes I had made that week. Half the time I had Cruz and Dino’s reports to write too because they had a hard time writing in English. He would lurch up, gripping the rails of his bed, sweat dripping down his face, arms shaking. Once his eyes met mine he would take a deep breath and lay back, an arm over his forehead, hiding his face. 

There was a demon in that man's head, plaguing his dreams. Its claws dug itself into his mind, holding on for dear life. Made him do things, act a certain way, worst all of it locked his mouth shut. It was like when you had been traveling for a long time without water, but forced to keep walking, couldn’t stop. You were out of breath, your throat itches and ached for that sweet drink of relief. Yet you still have miles to go to get it. You don’t open your mouth for the hot air as it will only make it worse, you just keep swallowing the little saliva and pray it won’t dry up, but when it does do you accept and fall to your knees and accept the fate the maker had for you? Or do you push through the need and walk, walk for the next day, walk for the day after, and then the next. Whether he had nothing to say or couldn’t conjure up a word, he never spoke. Not once. He would make grunting noises, hums of approval, or a scoff of frustration, but never enough syllables to make a word. 

The doctor would come in to finally take off the bandages on his chest from work they had done on his hook scar. At least I think it was a hook. There was an entrance wound on the backside of his ribs to the front side. It was large leaving a good sized hole behind and the way it pulled up like he had been hanging by it makes my theory further prove itself. When I asked him what it was from and tried to get him to write something he just shook his head at me, his hands would shake with the pen between his fingers. I stopped pressing him for answers after that.

“Hola, ¿cómo estamos hoy?” The doctor pushed the curtain that separated us from the rest of the hospital. Dr. Richard was a short man, tanned skin, dark eyes and hair. His face was lined with wrinkles and tired lines. We had a back corner room next to a window. The walls were a soft beige, the monitors connected to him made soft beeps, and there were a few chairs scattered around from where I had migrated around the room. 

“Hi, how are you today?” I say to Simon without thought, not even looking up from the part I was tinkering with. He raised his hand making a so-so motion and looked away from the doctor. He was not looking forward to this. He was so hesitant towards the doctors. Especially when they brought out their tools, I swear he flinched every time the cool metal of the instruments touched his skin. The fear in his eyes looked like Cargo’s when Mason would yell at him.

“Estamos cambiando los vendajes y comprobando si hay infección en la herida de la costilla. Debería ser rápido. Queremos intentar darle el alta pronto.” The doctor says moving to the opposite side of the gurney to where I was. 

“We are changing the dressings and checking for infection in the rib wound. It should be quick. We want to try to discharge you soon,” I repeat looking up now, setting my project to the side. Simon shakes his head and I know this is gonna be a battle. He had been acting like this for a while. He often would fight the doctors first before letting them do their work. “Mr. Riley don’t fight him, just let him do this and you get to go home soon.” 

“¿Lo sujetarás, Evan?” The doctor asked me to hold him but I knew this was preventing his progress. Each time we forced him through another procedure he would revert back to when we found him. The feral dog that needs cuffs to keep him tame. He was my responsibility and I feel like  I was doing him wrong each time they did this to him. However, what choice did I have?

“no le gustará,” I rolled my eyes knowing this was gonna be a challenge.

“Va a sufrir de cualquier manera, debemos tratar de mantenerlo físicamente sano durante ese tiempo.” He sighed and stood up straight urging me to do the same. I knew he was right, he was gonna suffer either way at least let's make him physically comfortable. I don’t know if I will ever get the full story of what he went through but from his reaction it was bad. I knew what Post Traumatic Stress Disorder looked like. How Ethan flinched whenever someone raised their hands, how Liana and Marcus would turn away from the loud noises on the streets, how Mama would freeze when she heard my loud footsteps or a slamming of a door. I still had flashbacks of my broken door creaking open at night and having the point a the gun under my pillow at a drunk Mason to tell him he was in the wrong room. 

“Hazlo rápido, ha lidiado con suficiente dolor Richard,” I told him to make it quick. “Mr. Riley, he has to change the bandages, it will be quick.” Simon shakes his head at me, eyes glancing back and forth from Dr. Richard and I. I go to touch his hand and he pulls it back quickly, that look returning in those bloodshot eyes. Then I have an idea:

“The first time I went to Mexico I was nine,” I managed to snag his hand in mine and his breath quickens, but his eyes are off the doctor and on me. “My oldest brother, Mason, was a border guard and he has a special mission to go over the border to check a train coming into Texas. He didn’t speak a lick of Spanish and needed me to talk to the conductor to keep the train in place long enough to check the cargo. You see this was an illegal drug run that a cartel had paid my brother to let through and they had to make sure everything was still intact. My brother was a bad man but didn’t have any skills in lying, he was too stupid, and they weren’t supposed to be in Mexico-.” Dr. Richard managed to pull the blankets down and start to cut on the old bandages and Simon was still too focused on me. 

“I remember crossing the border and thinking, well none of this is any different than Texas,” I laugh a little. “It was all still hot and sandy. Only thing which was different is most people only spoke Spanish, and the dirty looks were now directed towards us instead of the other way around. The train stop was about six miles from the border. I had on old tennis sneakers that sole’s were started to rip from the bottom and a toe was poking through the front. My feet ached and blistered but we kept walking. I felt like I was on a mission, my mind racing with thoughts of being a government agent, undercover. I felt so important that day. I was so headstrong I barely even noticed my surroundings and how beautiful it was becoming as we walked away from civilization, down the tracks. It was early morning, the sun just rising, orange light touching all the rocks around us. Lizards sitting on large rocks, soaking up the heat after the cold night. Once we found the train, the boys went right into the cargo, crawling like bugs up the ladder. I knocked on the conductor's window, leading him to sliding the door open. The man was older, graying hair, dark skin, a big scar on the left side of his face and part of his ear missing. I just started talking, asking him where the train was going, what kind of train it was, who he was, what he was doing. Childlike questions. I feel guilty now because he was a kind man, especially to someone who was obviously not Mexican. With my blonde hair and green eyes I was noticeably American to anyone,”  His bandages had been removed, wound cleaned, and new ones applied. He was so focused on me, like an owl his gaze piercing and head tilted to the side. “Mason checked the cargo and it was all there, signaled me with a hooting noise, and headed back home. I talked the entire way home about how cool I was and he called me his little spy. I had never felt so useful, until I watched the train blow up in front of my face as we crossed back into Texas. I learned later the guards had planted bombs to blow up the train and blame it on a different cartel to start a war. Get them more focused on each other than the border. The man was dead, and I never knew asked him his name.”

 I shook my head at the memory. I could still feel the heat on my face from the blast. God my ears are still ringing to this day. This was the first time he didn’t need to be restrained during or after the doctors did work on him. 

[actualalligator]

Here is another snippet of the new thing that is still untitled. Buck meets Eddie over voice chat on a video game after the ladder truck explosion ends with him medically retired. Eddie hasn't yet made the move to LA. TW: suicidal thoughts/almosts

Under ✂️ because it's long

He drops his phone on the ground and crumples forward.

There's nothing but the quiet sounds of the world and the pound of his own heart.

Until his phone starts to ring. His arms feel so heavy as he reaches for it, but he manages to drag his thumb across the screen. "'Lo?"

"Buck? Are you hurt?" Eddie's voice filters through his speaker a little tinny, but it brings on a fresh wave of tears.

"No," he says.

"911 means emer--"

"I almost drove my jeep off a cliff."

There's silence for a few seconds. Then Eddie says, "What?"

"I turned at the last second," Buck says, rubbing at his eyes. "I just thought it'd be easier on everyone if I wasn't here to disappoint them anymore."

"Buck..." Eddie sighs. "Oh, Buck."

"Is this rock bottom?" Buck hiccups. He picks up a rock and throws it.

"Buck, where are you?"

Buck waves a hand like Eddie can actually see him. "Out on some off-roading trail."

"You know that's not true, right? That it'd be easier if you weren't here anymore? You're having a rough time. Your friends and family understand that," Eddie says.

Buck throws another rock. "You *heard* Maddie yelling at me, Eddie. She's seven months pregnant. She shouldn't have to be worrying about me."

"She's your big sister. She's always going to worry about you. Just like I'm always going to worry about my little sisters."

Buck sighs. He leans back on his hands, looking up at the sky. It's clear for now, but the weather had storms on the forecast. "What if I never feel okay again?"

"You will," Eddie replies. "But it'll take time."

Buck closes his eyes. "If I call 911, they're going to ask questions I don't have good answers to, Eddie."

"Do you think you can drive home if I'm here on the line with you?"

Buck glances at his jeep, the door still wide open. "I can. Just pretend you don't hear my pathetic crawl back to the jeep."

"I'm going to be working, but I'm here," Eddie says.

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[mxlktxa]

im right here, promise

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

pairing; abber anderson x f!reader

c/w; (mentions of) nightmares, language, (mentions of) arguments

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

I woke up to heavy pants and sobs from the room across from me. I sat up and peeked at the bottom of the door I resided behind, seeing some light reach through from the other door. Abby was up. But why? And what was with the crying?

I creeped out of my sleeping bag on the floor, slipping past my door in order to creak open the door to Abby’s room.

There she sat, head buried in her large hands, rocking back and forth as she weeped. The door soundlessly shut behind me, yet Abby still sensed me.

Her tears ran down her face, pooling up at her chin and dripping down once it was heavy enough. Her eyes red, skin pale, and hands trembling.

“Abby? What’s wrong?” my feet tracked me in front of her, acting on instinct to place her hands on her knees so that I was able to hug her head to my stomach.

I received no answer. Unless you count quiet huffs and groans as one, then perhaps I did receive one. Just one I wasn’t really anticipating.

“I’m right here. Whenever you’re ready, go ahead,” I comfortably whispered to her, now sitting on the bed next to her but still keeping her head against me.

Abby moved herself so her head was on my lap, seeming to instantly calm herself down. Leaning my head over to check on her, she was already glancing at me.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Abby gave a weak, still an almost unseeable smile. I returned the expression, starting to reach for her braid and undo it.

“I’m sorry,” she started, “about earlier today. Pushing you away like that. I just… I didn’t want to be around anyone or take my anger out on you.”

“And that’s fine. You don’t have to tell me things right then and there.”

“I know but,” Abby huffed, looking away from me now, “you looked so hurt and I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know, Abby. I know. I wasn’t hurt, just worried.”

Her head turned up to me again, now showing a bit of a bigger smile. I giggled, motioning her to sit up and face her back to me. She did what was silently asked to, hair free from her braid and covering most of her back.

“Do you want to braid it back up or do you want a hair tie?”

“Braid it back up. It’s nice when you do it.”

“As you wish,” pushing her hand around, my lips connected with the nape of her neck, separating her hair into three even sections and getting straight to work.

We sat in silence for a bit, with the exception of me humming a lullaby tune as I braided. Abby slightly swayed back and forth but not enough to challenge me. I leaned over a bit, seeing her face contort with some frustration.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“I had a bit of a nightmare too."

"Yeah? Would you like to share?"

"It's the usual honestly. Running into the hospital. Seeing my fathers corpse on the ground. Owen and you trying to block the view," she paused after that, shivering in the slightest, "But this time... You two got shot. Owen was dead right off the bat but you. You were trying to hold out and I was trying to keep you with me," Abby's voice quivered with fear, like she was on the verge of tears again.

"Baby," I hushed her, letting her hair slip between my fingers so I could crawl in front of her, "I'm not dying. I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna be right here."

Abby looked to me with hopeful eyes, taking my hands to place them on either side of her head. I snickered, places many kisses onto her forehead. Abby gave a little chuckle, hands meeting my waist.

"Braid my hair in the morning?" she asked, pulling me in to hug me closely. I hummed softly, snaking my arms around her, "please? I'll wake up extra early."

"No, no. It's okay. Lay down, Abs. I'll sleep with you tonight."

Abby hurriedly got under the covers, dragging me along with her. I squealed at the action, hiding my face in her chest as she settled the blanket over us and let me rest my head on her chest.

"Promise me you won't go anywhere?" Abby asked more than demanded, hand meeting my cheek to caress it.

"Abs... I'm right here. Promise."

"Good," she sounded so comforted and happy. Abby then encased me in her arms, kissing the top of my head and relaxing.

"Goodnight, angel."

"Goodnight. Abby. Abs. Abigail. Muscle M-"

"Close your eyes and shut your mouth."

"Yes, ma'am."

[musingsbycaitlin]

if i must give up, then so must you: a wip intro

it's been about a year since i last posted on here, and even longer since i posted a wip update or intro, and i apologise for that. basically living away from home at uni made me ✨anxious✨ and ✨mentally ill✨ so the only writing i ever did was for assignments and my creative brain was turned off entirely. but! now that i'm back home and getting help, boy do i have a wip intro for you!

tw: gun violence, alcohol abuse, emotional abuse

disclaimer: this is my original work and plagiarism is never tolerated.

okay let's go:

genre: literary fiction

setting: 1800's, somewhere in the wild west

predicted word count: 50k

pov: first person, present tense, unnamed narrator

status: about 5k into the first draft

aesthetics: loading a rifle, wind whipping up skirts, dusty earth under feet, struggling to breathe, sleeping for a week, floral wallpaper, sunlit dust in the window, long-legged spider crawling along wooden floorboards, fingernails brushing arm hair, dogs barking in the distance, creaky gates, chewing tobacco floating in a whiskey glass, snuffed candles, laced lingerie hanging on the back of a chair, teeth touching

summary: it seems odd that her grandmother would lie, but our unnamed narrator is questioning her late grandmother's wisdom after a group of bandits raid her town. over night, she feels compelled to follow a lone cowboy she spies from the edge of her town, and finds herself going on a reflective journey across the wild west. From town to town, she wanders and meets people; she falls in love with someone she didn't expect; she learns what it means to be a woman without the burdens of her grandmother's lies. 'if i must give up' is a story about learning truths whilst growing up secluded, and reflecting on past traumas and the guilt that lingers there.

characters (the few main ones at least):

narrator: 20, (she/her), this barbie is down on her luck fr. she is just muddling her way through compulsive thoughts and actions and following this guy just because she can. a truly chaotic queen.

anne: 30, (she/her), the definition of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. she says, dont talk to me unless you're pretty, but if you're pretty she can't talk through the drool. somehow a simp. anne please explain yourself to me.

jonah: 30-ish, (he/him to a hellish extent), good god please sir just sit down. major gael vibes, let that sink in. this ken's job is emotionally manipulate. im done talking about this man.

brady: 46, (they/them), a cowboy just out for a good time, riding and riding in both connotations of the word iykyk. lets give a hand to the obligatory orville peck inspired character of the book. if tassles on cowboy hats where invented, they would be rocking it daily. oblivious yet knowledgeable, gruff yet softly spoken. they are my fave, i will take no further questions.

[forlorn-crows]

What about sunshine’s first kiss with another ghoulette of your choice 👀

im screaming and kicking my feet at all of the prompts in my inbox now, and how many of them are about sunny!! i think that's so lovely.

im not sure what mood you had in mind when you sent this to me, anon, but my brain went hurt/comfort sooo i hope thats okay? cumulus/sunshine sweetness under the cut :)

The new summons behaves generally like what she’s named after—a ball of sunshine. Her radiant aura and bubbly character shone through immediately, and so they named her Sunshine. There was talk of ‘Victory’ and ‘Stratus’, too, but nothing stuck like ‘Sunshine’ did.

To see her upset had quickly been deemed a rarity or a total improbability. So, it broke Cumulus’ heart to find her one morning sullen and teary-eyed, curled into the smallest ball possible on the corner of her bed. The first breath of daylight shines through the leaded glass and onto her shaking form, bathing her in somber, cool tones.

Sunshine’s back is to her, and Cumulus isn’t sure she’s heard her in the doorway yet. It feels too intimate, too vulnerable to disturb her in a mood like this, even though every fiber of her being is saying go to her, care for her. Truly, she’s about to step away before a loud sob shakes Sunshine’s entire body, the broken sound of it echoing into the hallway. It cuts Cumulus deeply, a dull sting that she immediately moves to soothe.

“Sunshine?” she asks quietly. The smaller ghoulette’s breath hitches at Cumulus’ voice, but she doesn’t answer.

“Can I come in? I don’t want to intrude, but . . .” She cracks the door open halfway, pausing with her hand on the knob.

“S’okay,” Sunshine breathes, almost imperceptible. Cumulus sighs internally with relief and enters quietly, shutting the door fully behind her.

“It’s Cumulus,” she says gently. “Can I sit on the bed with you?”

Sunshine nods her head silently. She looks up at her with red-rimmed eyes, watching her as she sits on the opposite corner of the mattress.

“Do you want someone to talk to?” Cumulus resists the urge to gather her up into her arms and coddle—she still isn’t sure where Sunshine’s boundaries lie. She likes Sunshine; she doesn’t want to overstep by imposing her mothering onto her.

Sunshine sniffles and considers for a moment, eyes fixed somewhere on the space between them. “Would you, um . . .” Her eyes slowly drag themselves up to Cumulus’ face. “Could you hold me?” she whispers, voice stifled by a choked-down sob. That lump in her throat bobs, lip quivering as she waits for an answer.

“Oh, Sunshine,” Cumulus says sadly, shifting her body so Sunshine has space to crawl into. “Come here.”

The small ghoulette drags herself into Cumulus’ lap and winds her arms around her middle. She tucks her head into her shoulder with a sigh. Cumulus pulls her in, encircling her with her warm arms. Sunshine feels small, both physically and emotionally, and she’s trying and failing to hold back her tears, shaking with the effort.

“You don’t have to hold it in. I’m here.” The words make the dam break, and Sunshine’s chest heaves with sudden sobs, like they’re being wrenched straight from a broken heart. Cumulus rubs her hands up and down her back, swaying the both of them back and forth like cattails in the wind. Sunshine doesn’t speak, and Cumulus doesn’t prompt her—she just lets her cry into her shoulder, releasing whatever hurt she’s burdened with.

Cumulus’ shirt is soaked with tears and mucous by the time Sunshine’s sobs subside, but she doesn’t care one bit. The sun had further risen, tracking a patch of warm light to their corner of the bed. It seems to have soothed Sunshine in part, along with Cumulus’ gentle rocking.

Sunshine sniffles and raises her head from Cumulus’ shoulder. She blinks wearily, taking in Cumulus’ face like she’s seeing her for the first time. She smiles shyly.

“’M sorry,” she says, voice hoarse and thick with the aftermath of tears.

“Darling, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Cumulus’ clear blue eyes flick between Sunshine’s warm hazel ones, searching.

“I’m just . . . having a hard time. I’m not used to this body, this,” she gestures vaguely, “anything. I feel helpless. Worthless.”

Cumulus frowns. “I’m so sorry you feel that way. You’re not worthless. We’re all really grateful you’re here.”

Sunshine makes a small noise, ducking her head away from Cumulus’ gaze.

“Hey.” Cumulus cradles her face in her hands and smooths her thumbs over her cheeks. “I really mean it. You already mean so much to all of us. To me.”

A rosy blush blooms across the freckles on her nose and reddens the tips of her pointed ears. Sunshine’s eyes dart back to her face, down to her mouth.

“D’you really mean that?” It’s whispered like a confession, hidden meaning hanging on her tongue.

Instead of answering, Cumulus inches closer—carefully, like Sunshine might fly away like a frightened bird. But she doesn’t. Her breath hitches as Cumulus closes the gap between them. Sunshine’s eyes flutter shut as that plush mouth meets hers, light and tender. Sunshine’s hands tighten against Cumulus’ waist, clinging to her as she lets herself be drawn closer. It’s as sweet as a drop of nectar, as soft as the fuzz on a bumblebee. It’s all Cumulus can think of in that moment to show the new summons how much she truly cares.

Cumulus pulls away after a lingering moment, still close enough that she can smell that ripe citrus scent that’s uniquely Sunshine. She bumps her nose affectionately before resting their foreheads together.

“I mean it,” Cumulus says with a smile.

Sunshine huffs a laugh, the end of it catching on a sob. “I like you, ‘Lus. A lot.”

“I like you too, Sunny. We all do.”

[futureseaempress]

It’s Beas nice ask day!

So my question for you: What is your craziest “truth is stranger than fiction” moment you have experienced in real life

oh me oh my i have like a billion moments like these...

i gotta say its tied between (okay going under the cut cause im a clown who must dance)

So on a dark and stormy night, my stoner roommate and I were trying to trace back why our dryer just wasn't getting clothes dry quickly. Only problem: our electrical is under our house in a crawl space and our house is situated on an UNEVEN hill. So you have to be mighty tiny to crawl into the right places.

Good news: I am small.

Bad news: I am horribly claustrophobic and cannot enter this spot without my brain SCREAMING that the house will collapse on me.

So we go under the house anyway calling up to our other roomies (beauties who are watching reality tv on the couch and laughing at us) to help us echo locate where we oughta be.

Bubba bumps his back on SOMETHING but we don't pay it any mind, he's okay and we can't get where we need to anyway. I give up and go shower to get the red clay and cobwebs off and he goes to idk smoke weed. BUT oh no

the water

it's no longer running

...

oh shit

what did we accidentally do???

i hop back into my clothes and my beat up nikes to go explore. We're turning knobs and levers we've never even seen before while our roomie calls to us updates from topside.

we're pacing the property

at a complete loss

then

just as we're about to go to a hotel for the night and call someone to get us water for the next day

i hit my head on SOMETHING under the house

i hear a loud WHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

and my beautiful roommate shouting "WATER'S BACK"

same beautiful roommate

about two years prior

im heeming and hawing about how my only family in our city is a gay hair stylist who primarily works in the african american women's beauty industry... i've only met him twice, but he was really kind to me and im hoping that as the only gays we might bond. but it's also weird bc he robbed my grandma and pawned all my moms gold jewelry from the half a year they lived in Saudi Arabia. and also the only thing we have in common is growing up in a very small town in a different state and now living in a big city.

and im describing my neil patrick harris look alike of an uncle

and my roommate this look on her face

and she asks "have you ever seen chris rock's documentary Good Hair?" and i say "no of course i have not."

and she says "well i know you love Ice T i thought maybe" and i say "while i love him my knowledge is VERY lacking" and she takes a knee and swears to me that "as a black woman [she] must educate [me, her] white compatriot"

and the whole lead up in this documentary is all the contestants for this hair competition saying their biggest fear

and

every

single

one

man, woman, new to the game, old hat

are afraid of one man

.... Jason.

AND WHO IS JASON?? IF NOT MY GAY AS THE DAY IS LONG WHITE TWINK UNCLE. WHO WHEN I FIRST MET MY GRANDMOTHER FAILED TO MENTION HAD ANY RELATION TO US AND UPON THE SECOND MEETING (at said grandmothers funeral) MY MOM ASKED HO WI COULD POSSIBLY KNOW HIM. HE ONCE STOLE THE FAMILY GOLD FROM SAUDI ARABIA AND COULD HAVE BEEN ROBBED OF THIS ENTIRE EXPERIENCE AS HE WAS IN AN AIRPORT HEADING TO NEW YORK BUT HIS FLIGHT GOT DELAYED ON 9-11 AND HE USED TO HAVE A WIFE AND HAS A SON BY HER AND HE'S THE MOST INTERESTING MAN I HAVE EVER MET.

anyway these are my stories

DUN DUN

[tidbit-fanfic]

okay so I’m severely confused about Sebastian’s contract with Marvel right now…

I was aware that basically he has a set number of movies to go through before he is released. And although I love him tons, this caused a lot of questions raised about Bucky as a character, aka is Bucky going to die, retire, etc.

The last I knew he had three movies on his contract, not counting his cameo in Wakanda Forever.

So how does that work with What If?…

If each season equals one movie, then technically season 3 is it for Seb’s contract, or does it not count?

I mean I have no doubt that Seb will stay with Bucky for as long as he can, seeing as how the character is his literally baby and has been a huge part of his career, but the panic that we could end up with Bucky dying in Thunderbolts is real.

SO I offer alternatives to killing Bucky off:

1. Get him and Alpine and have him retire.

So I am aware of Seb’s cat allergy, but I’m pretty sure he can still be around dogs…get an all white Husky, name it Alpine and boom. Not only will that prevent an allergy attack, but it also kinda plays on the ‘white wolf’ term, and I find it hilarious. Bonus points if Bucky meets Alpine through Sam, making Alpine a military service dog, who is trained to help Buck through his PTSD attacks, as well with simple daily things he could struggle with. As for retiring…I really don’t see Bucky ever truly retiring, but it would be nice to see him take a step back and possibly train the next generation of SHEILD agents maybe? I don’t really know, but Bucky definitely gives the whole ‘Im gonna work until I die’ vibes. Maybe even work as a mechanic or some sort of labor job? I think it would be a waste of the assassin skills to not have him train the next gen, but I’ll take what I can get.

Actually, that’s the only idea I have, but I do have notes about what NOT to do.

Don’t have him and Sharon end up together. (Please don’t.)

Don’t send him back in time. (I feel like this is self explanatory)

Don’t kill him please.

As for the Sharon thing because I do believe I need to explain:

Even though they’ve had zero on-screen tension, I could see Marvel Studios pulling that relationship out of their ass. And that’s just. No.

I really don’t see Bucky as a character who could easily fall into a relationship and have kids. With all of his trauma and issues, I just cannot see him ending up in a long-term relationship, especially with someone like Sharon. It’s just too close to essentially being a Steve prt.2 And him ending up with Sarah also seems to be a bit out there.

Bucky just doesn’t seem like the type to settle down, and if he does, it’s probably not going to be on-screen, and definitely not with someone who’s life is entirely put together. (I’m a sucker for the we can fix each other type relationships)

I mean, this man could also return to Wakanda and I dunno, figure something out.

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK…imma crawl back under a rock now.

[marinerainbow]

//Okay so now I'm imagining for the Dragon AU Katherine starting out as this scullery maid for the dragons, cleaning in the kitchens to earn her freedom and in no way plotting her next escape (she tried the old tie the bedsheets down the tower routine. Psycho Demento caught her.) She serves them whatever entrails they've managed to catch while flying so she can make a serviceable meal for them. Smartaz is picky but the rest of them wolf down so much human food it's hard to really get half the preparation in. They'll eat raw chicken eggs and still flailing fish and giabt insects, horse meat and venison with its skin still on. Every so often they'll chomp into apples and leave nothing not even the pips.

Then when Katherine becomes a hunter gatherer for them and tries to shoot down easy prey or find wild, non poisonous berries and mushrooms or trade a butcher in the next village for his best cut of mutton, they start to respect her skills more. Hvæsa offers his back as a carriage since her human legs struggle to keep up with them. She'll get in the way of raids when she sees there are mothers with children in the vicinity and will sometimes sneak into houses to warn families that she saw dragons heading their way and give them time to evacuate. Other times she will escape into the forest until they've finished looting.

One day she saves Smartaz from being downed and slain by another hunter by pushing into him so he loses control of his crossbow. He rages at her and she rages with her and she fights him off as much as she can but he slaps her face so hard it reddens. Preparing to do more damage with a weapon he spies Unctuo and decides his glistening hide will make a perfect sell on the black market. Kitty without much strength to get up tries crawling after him but she hears the hunter's yelps. As if he's been tripped. Demento has camouflaged and used his tail as a tree root and is now cackling manically. The hunter being ambushed by the dragons who land in a circle around him, draws his weapon while Smartaz draws the sarcasm. They demand he hand over whatever he has or they'll burn him to a crisp. He starts some grand speech about how he's the greatest dragon hunter in the land and he's been hired as mercenary to bring their heads to the queen of a neighbouring kingdom. Kitty weakly throws rocks at his feet from under a stone underpass and he discovers her and drags her out. When Smartaz angrily tells him to let go of their slave he threatens to slit her throat unless they give themselves up to him. Smartaz thinks for a moment, then tells Unctuo to cut the sack loose and empty the loot. He's about to protest but does so anyway. Smartaz says they can have this bag in return for their servant. The hunter ponders over the treasure then laughs.

"This is a measly offer, for a meowle who cost me the pink coat of a pygmy dragon."

Smartaz stops. What is he talking about? He looks over Kitty, red in the face, barely standing, he looks to the hunter's bow.

"Boys...sick 'im."

At once the dragons are upon him. Firey breath is unleashed and in his place lies two smoking shoes. Demento encourages Kitty to pick them up. Smartaz announces they're going home to eat and Kitty doesn't say a word on the way back to the castle.

She weakly prepares a bird or two they caught and carries it into the great hall. She's about to ascend the staircase when Smartaz pipes up "Where do ya think ya goin'? Yer eatin' with us!"

Kitty looks to a spare chair. She sits down, in between Hvæsa and Jobbernowl...and devours the cooked fowl.

I felt like I was about to reach through the screen and destroy this hunter myself for hurting Katherine. But the dragon mafia took care of that for me 😌 though she definitely could use some comfort now. Someone get this girl a book and some warm tea! (Fleurs on it)

I love all of this!!! Gooooooddd I just want to write it out. Really. Demento can camouflage?? (I never thought of that for Dragon Psycho, but it's so perfect!) Kitty doing her best to save her acquaintances, the dragons getting protective of her abd starting to treat her better!!! This is such a slow-burn wholesome story that I wish I could see animated ^^

Imagine that after the fall of The Dark One, Katherine will still visit her new Dragon friends! Or they pick her up. That'd probably be easier. They go on hunting trips, share the spoils, catch up with each other, etc. She's not expected to prepare the food anymore, but she still does; she doesn't want to eat raw food herself 😆 but it's also for them too. She also tells them where they can or can't raide, and they will listen because they are all friends now! (At least take it into consideration??? Come on boys.)