#<- who just wants someone to pull her hair and let her nut in them)

[athenasilver7]

Could I request ohshc x reader headcannons (separately) where reader is being bullied and goes to them?

OHSHC (separately) x GN Reader

💙 Hikaru 💙

When you come to him crying about being bullied, he just about snaps.

When you tell him it’s been happening for months? He almost loses his damn mind.

“What do you mean ‘months’?! Why didn’t you come to me sooner?!?” He grips at your shoulders a little to hard.

Yeah, he flips out. Not his best moment, nor is it the best reaction to be having right now.

He feels so fucking bad when your crying increases, no thanks to him, obviously.

Hikaru takes a deep breath and calms down. He starts soothing you, holding you in his arm and rubbing your back, mutter a few apologies to you.

When you finally relax and are able to tell him all the details, well… let’s just say he makes a few calls.

Unfortunately, your bully stays at Ouran. So naturally Hikaru takes things into his own hands.

He starts pulling restless pranks on your bully until they get fed up and transfer.

🤍 Tamaki 🤍

Tamaki eventually catches you crying to yourself one day in the gardens. He’s obviously worried and rushes over to you and asked what’s wrong.

All you can manage to sob out is, “I-I’m getting b-bullied…”

……

………….

He holds you tightly in a protective embrace, stroking your hair to soothe you as you cry against his chest.

He’s… quiet. Very quiet.

Tamaki waits patiently until you’re able to collect yourself. He caresses you cheek with a frown.

“My dear… Who is it? Who’s doing this to you?” His tone is low and his voice wavers as he talks.

You tell him who’s been bullying you.

He spends a few days conversing with your bully, trying to talk them in to changing their habits.

If you bully changes their ways, good. Tamaki won’t care for them, obviously, but he’s at least glad they’ve become a better person. And Tamaki will be practically glued to your side so this doesn’t happen again.

If your bully doesn’t change their ways, Tamaki will jump though hoops of several shenanigans to get them to stop and keep them away from you. If all that fails, he’ll reluctantly get his father to kick them out of the school. Ouran is no place for bullying, after all.

❤️ Haruhi ❤️

Well… that’s just not acceptable.

Haruhi, calmly, goes up to your bully and confronts them on their behaviour.

She’s unaware, but as she’s confronting them she’s roasting the hell out of them.

“I don’t know, bullying just seems like your lacking a hobby or something.” Her deadpan voice just makes the whole thing that much better.

Your bully scoffs and doesn’t let up as they continue to bully you the upcoming days.

Haruhi eventually snaps when she witnesses your bully trying to shove you into the fountain.

“Hey! Knock it off! Seriously, how childish do you have to be? Listen, clearly you have something going on in your personal life, and I’m sorry, but that’s no excuse to be taking it out on someone else. And if there isn’t anything personal going on in you life, then just screw off or else I’m telling the chairman!”

Your bully is baffled at Fujioka’s anger and backs off pretty quickly after that. Your bully even starts avoiding you in the hallways, keeping their distance. Haruhi just glares aggressively at them every time she sees them.

💗 Honey 💗

Tired from the constant bullying, you eventually spill your guts to him, bawling as you do so.

Honey is taken aback, but still obviously very concerned. And mad. Not mad at you, heavens no. Mad at your bully.

Granted, he maintains a calm composure on the outside to calm you.

He calms you by patting your head and whispering compliments to you, assuring you that the insults your bully throws at you aren’t true at all.

He offers you desserts and milk. You don’t want deserts? That’s fine, what do you want? You’re nuts if you think he won’t get you a crate of your comfort food.

The next day at school, all Honey has to do is walk up your bully, and your bully is immediately shaking.

Dude… Honey is practically a human weapon. Who wouldn’t be shitting bricks?

The glare on Honey’s face is not helping in the slightest.

Your bully is quick to run away, and transfers out of Ouran immediately.

🧡 Kaoru 🧡

Oh, sweetness… come here.

Lanky arms and legs wrap around you sloth-style.

He doesn’t know why you’re crying. He doesn’t need to know. He just knows that right now you need comfort, and he’s more than willing to give it to you.

I presses gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Shh, shh, shh… You’re okay. You can tell me anything.” He whispers.

And tell him you do.

He’s frozen for a moment.

He collects himself and goes back to comforting you, telling you how brave and strong you are, and that you should come to him sooner when you’re in trouble.

The next day, much like what Hikaru would do, Kaoru restlessly pranks your bully until they transfer out of Ouran.

Kaoru may be sweet and nice, but he’ll be damned if someone he loves is hurt and he doesn’t do anything about it.

🖤 Mori 🖤

You’re reluctant to tell him for a very long time. Mori is just so calm and tough, a-and… and you’re not. You don’t want to feel like you’re burdening him or relying on him, so… you bite your tongue and deal with it.

Mori, ever the observant one, is quick to notice your change in behaviour the past few weeks.

“Y/N.”

You startle as Mori’s deep voice breaks through the silence.

“…Yeah?” You slowly turn to face him, acting casual.

“What’s wrong.”

You don’t know how, but he managed to phrase that like it wasn’t even a question, he’s telling you to tell him what’s wrong.

You avert your gaze awkwardly and eventually spill the beans.

Mori listens intently, and when you’re done he hums and nods. He gestures you over to him and wraps a protective arm around you, rubbing your back and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

The next day at school Mori, calmly, punches the wall next your bully and glares down at them. “…Y/N.” He says.

Your bully looks up at Mori with wide eyes, visibly shaking. “Y-Y/N?” Your bully asks, confused.

Mori nods, leaning down face to face with your bully. “Leave them alone.” He demands lowly.

Your bully scrambles a nod and hastily dashes down the hall. Your bully sure as hell never bothers you again after that.

💜 Kyoya 💜

Now, he’s quick to notice.

Although, he feels like an idiot for not noticing the first few days it started happening. But as the days went on, your facade slowly fell, and he quickly pieced everything together from there.

“…Y/N, is there anything you would like to tell me?” He asks casually, scribbling something down in his notebook, his tone implying that you will tell him something.

“…No.” You mutter.

Kyoya sigh and pushes up his glasses. “Are you certain?” He asks again, a twinge annoyed.

You fidget with your sleeves for a bit before telling him everything about the bullying.

That’s all he needed to hear. He wanted to know just how bad the bullying is from your end.

At that, your bully just ‘mysteriously’ disappears after that day.

You squint at Kyoya suspiciously after a month of your bully not being at school.

“…Did you kill them?” I ask Kyoya with wide, accusing eyes.

He huffs in frustration and places down his pen. “No. They just decided to transfer.”

“…Because you threatened them.” You accuse.

Kyoya merely sighs.

OHSHC Masterlist

[tommiieimagiines]

hihihi

uhm so am i allowed to request again (i don’t wanna spam) 😭😭🙏

and if i am can u pls do a rui x hopeless romantic best friend reader (i’m totally normal about best friends to lovers lmfao)

so like the reader is always yapping about hot guys and it’s a little angsty at first because rui is thinking to himself ‘why did i have to fall inlove with someone that won’t ever choose me’ and then one day a hot guy comes up to reader and asks her out, reader is about to say yes but then she realises that she barely knew him and there was someone (rui) who had been by her side since day one and she figures out who she really loves (RUIII) so she rejects him and when rui asks why she just hugs him and says ‘because your the one i really want’ mwah mwah i feel like such a genius (i really hope this made sense lmao be prepared for a million bestie-> lovers and angst-> fluff rui requests 😼)

thank youyoyoyoyoyuuu!!

hi guys! i’m so so incredibly sorry for how inactive i have been! unfortunately, the fanfic writer curse caught up to me, and i’ve had considerably bad things happen to me! ToT

i had developed a really bad addiction after a recent episode - which may be why i’ve loved to write my characters so miserable, but they get a happy ending in the end - and have recently relapsed after a couple months. i’ve also been struggling with a lot of things, like being bullied again, pressure from theater, classes, autism, parental issues, memory of past trauma, having no friends, things like that. i’ve just been having a really hard time, so writing has been super difficult for me. i’m currently having some of the worst mental health in my life, and am un-recovering from other things i’ve had in the past too, after seeing the results of my recovery. sorry if this triggered anybody, i just needed to get this off my chest, and felt also that i should explain where i have been. you all supporting me has kept me going, and i hope you enjoy this one too! LETS END THE PITY PARTY!!!

in other - not so depressing news - here you guys go!! sorry for OOCness, obviously this is a more dramatic approach to a story! happy ending, j tried to write the inner narration differently for how you two were feeling at the time.. and ty once again for such a great idea, mama ^3^

“I don’t think I could stand to be where you don’t see me.”

If he has to sit here and listen to this one more time, he thinks he’ll go insane.

Rui Kamishiro loves you. He truly does. You’re his best friend, his partner in crime, his-

Never mind.

Rui loves you, but he absolutely HATES your taste in guys, and it’s driving him nuts. Nodding and agreeing can only get him so far before he wants to rip his own hair out, and tonight is no exception.

“I give up! All boys are dumb, I don’t need them!” You lament, resting your chin in your hands. It’s the same song and dance over and over. You swear off boys, you get attention, you get sucked in, and he has to pick up the pieces when it inevitably fails. How many times has he thought about how much better he would treat you now? He doesn’t know. He’d be a classical lover, he’d never speak to you the way those stupid unprincipled high school boys do.

Gross. That’s his best friend, why’d he think that? And when did he start being so self confident? He really outta look at himself in the mirror. What an egomaniac he’s turning out to be.

He shakes his head.

“You do know I’m still a boy, right?” He prods, trying to cheer you up. He knows this situation well, and he knows exactly how to make you feel better. Again he’d pull you out of this, and again he’d watch you fall in love.

He wishes you could be happy. He wishes you weren’t in love with being in love. You’re too pure for true love, love is disgusting, depraved, and unkind. You’re not anything like that.

“I know, I know, but you’re the only good one!” You point, words self-assured. “I don’t need a boyfriend, you do everything boyfriendy for me anyway!”

Ouch. Thanks a lot, that’s exactly what he needed to hear right now. He’s not gonna dwell on that last bit for now, he’ll wait until he’s home. Then he can- he doesn’t know. Cry, or something juvenile like that.

“So I’m back-up-boyfriend?” He masks himself in jest, smiling teasingly at you.

“Eh, maybe,” you snicker, “you’d definitely be cute if you weren’t my friend.”

He turns to his school work sharply, trying to mask his complete and utter despair. Ugh, why does he have to be so dramatic? His own personality makes his skin crawl with disgust and hatred, and that only makes him cringe more. He could think about how obnoxious he is all day. Maybe he should use that go home and cry pass early. He pretends to check the time, as if that isn’t all he’s been doing.

“It’s getting late, after this problem I should get going.” He mutters, scribbling some random numbers into his notebook. You yawn in response, being broken out of absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

“Ugh, I wish you didn’t have to go!” You drape an arm over his torso, trying to hold him in. He smiles fondly, wrestling to get you off of him.

“I’d have to walk home in the dark then, do you want that?” He knows you’d never let him, and he sees it immediately.

Your face looks knowing, and you let him go right away. It amuses him at first, but quickly fills him with overwhelming pity. You’re so kindhearted it makes him sick. You shouldn’t worry about someone like him, it’s bad for your health.

“Would you like me to walk home with you?!” You shoot up, the idea of him not being safe running through your head. Maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut. How emasculating! He’s not a helpless young girl! He’s just as manly as those boys who you long for, he’s not a puppy to be walked!

God, is jealously turning him into a bigot? He shakes his head once again, this time not just to clear his thoughts. He’s absolutely not letting you walk him home, it’d be mortifying. He takes your attention belly up, you should have a break. Maybe some time to yourself for a change? God, Rui, get a grip.

“I’m fine, I don’t want you out late by yourself either,” he assures, looking at you in haste.

“Ah. You have a point.”

“I always do.” He means more to that, and he wishes he could tell you. He wants you to see that even he knows what he’s talking about. He needs you to see him, just for once. Not as a best friend, or backup boyfriend, just as a regular one. As a lover who dances in the rain, or ties your shoes

He needs to stop. He shouldn’t think about you like that. It’s lecherous.

You two exchange goodbyes, giving him a long hug (much to his horror). He hates how feverish it is it hold you like this, it makes him feel guilty. His body gets hot, his cheeks flare up, his throat feels tight- it makes him feel like a pervert, even if his thoughts are the farthest thing from lewd.

He feels that everything he thinks about you is repulsive, though.

“Be safe”’s and “See you later”’s are passed between you two, and he walks down your front steps, now completely alone. His eyes scan the damp pavement, seeing the golden hues from the sky light the boring rock. That’s how he feels about you, he decides. You’re the sun, and he’s the pavement. He humors himself by thinking that your suitors are the clouds, stopping you from shining your light for him so he can grow weeds in the cracks of his soul. That’s what these feelings are. Weeds.

He wants to live life beautifully with you, he decides. He wants to tie your shoes, he wants to twirl you as you dance.

He wishes he could be the moon. Something of consequence- of importance, but he’s just the pavement. Not the earth, not the stars, not the clouds, or rain, he’s just a man made monster who destroys nature - you - and is walked over by people who do matter.

He should quit being this way, he grumbles, it doesn’t do anybody any good to be so flowery. He’s too girly- too weak. Maybe that’s why you don’t like him. If you’re willing to date anything that moves other than him, that must mean he’s on a completely new level, huh?

That’s what dreaming gets you, Rui. Crushed dreams and embarrassment.

He lets out a pitiful sigh, kicking a pebble with his shoe. He sees a worm in a lawn which reminds him of himself, he sees a couple shopping for a new game which reminds him of you, he sees a convenience store which reminds him that he’s hungry-

His life can be so mundane sometimes, what a drag.

He’s about to reach his front door, when he steps into a puddle. It feels like an appropriate representation of his life right now. A sense of disgraceful hilarity washes over him, and he begins to laugh. He laughs a while, he laughs as he takes his shoes off, he laughs as he peels his button up down, and he laughs as he lays in his bed. How dramatic he could be some times!

He falls asleep quickly. He has a dream about being on stage and forgetting his lines.

He wakes up with a thud, he fell out of bed. How embarrassing. He decides to check his phone.

Weirdo: RUII

Weirdo: wanna hang w me 2day?? u don’t have dance time right??

Weirdo: gonna kill you. WAKE UP

Me: I’m awake, sorry!

Weirdo: finally sleeping beauty

Weirdo: wanna get a snack? i’m simply starved…

Me: When?

Weirdo: an hr maybe…

Me: Okay :) I’ll tell you when I leave.

Weirdo: kay!!

He really doesn’t feel like being social today, but he’d never pass up an opportunity to see you. He’s an obscene degenerate when it comes to you, pouncing on your attention like a sick dog. It’s mortifyingly pathetic.

He gets dressed, throwing on a boring striped sweater. It’s getting colder outside recently, and he’s always ran cold anyway. His hands are shaky and nervous as he brushes his teeth, the anxiousness to see you making his body jittery. He considers breakfast, but quickly shuts the idea down. He doesn’t want to be stressed out - at least more than he already is - when he sees you. Twitchy hands lock his door, and he gets a few feet away before he double checks that he did, in fact, lock it. Pull yourself together, Rui! He screams at himself.

The walk is just as unexciting as he expected, albeit a bit chilly. He’s feeling thankful for the sweater. The breeze runs its hands through his hair, and he’s reminded that winter is coming. He always liked Autumn flowers the best, hibiscus flowers are pretty too, he supposes. It’s nice to have the warmth of the sun soothing his cold hands during summer, for sure.

He trips over a rock on the way, and his pants get wet on the knees. Khaki blends into an ugly brown, and he sighs. How unlucky, would anything go right for him today?

Turns out it will, you look really good today.

You great him at the door, practically buzzing with eagerness. It makes him smile, knowing that you do, in fact, want to see him. Or at least are acting like it. You’re a good friend to him, he’s lucky to have you.

“Rui!” You hug him as a greeting, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. His heart soothes, eyes closing in relaxation. Problems feel obscure and distant when you two are like this, despite his reluctance last night. He can forget about corrupt feelings - or misguided love- and he can just be your best friend. Despite his apprehension to be cared for, he is flattered that you, at least, seem to like him.

“Hey.” He breaths you in, his voice soft. He hopes you don’t notice, it’s embarrassing.

“Hey!” You reply, pulling away. “Big things planned, Rui!”

“What big things?” He asks, amused. “Big things” for you were junk food and shopping.

“Big things! It’s a surprise!” You put your shoes on, and he can’t help but feel jealous as he watches your hands tie them dutifully. He sighs, stretching. He decides to make it a challenge to act normal the whole day. No weird thoughts are going to beguile his mind, he promises himself.

You lock your front door, twisting the knob to make sure that it did, in fact, lock. This fills him with a child-like sense of delight, maybe you two really were similar.

Nah, not possible. You’re too pure - too perfect. Ugh, Rui, no more stupid thoughts.

He watches you check the time, make a face at a nearby bird, and cover your cheeks with your hands. You suddenly perk up, wrapping your arms around him.

“Warm me up, will ya?” You scowl at the cool air, grip tightening. He gulps. It’s weird he reacts like this, considering you two have done things like this all the time. It’s normal, so why does he have to be such a creep? His arms wrap around yours, running his hands up and down to create heat.

“Should’ve worn a jacket,” he chides, “wouldn’t be cold, y’know?” His voice is so casual, like everything is totally fine. It is fine. Fine, fine, fine.

“Gotta look good. I’m on the hunt, obviously,” you joke. It isn’t funny to him, but he lets out a laugh.

“You’re hopeless.”

You two stop at a convenience store first, and you all but sprint to the drinks. He had this ritual down to a science. You grab two different color slushies, and he grabs whatever odd snack catches your collective stomachs eye today. Today the two of you decide to split a cookie, and walk to the counter. The cashier gives you a smirk, and he averts his eyes.

“This it?” The boy cocks his head, and you get the memo. You immediately jump on the opportunity.

“Mhm!” You wink, resting your chin in your hands while leaning against the counter. In all honestly, he wasn’t even that cute. At least, that’s what Rui kept telling himself.

“Don’t worry about it, than. I got you guys,” he waves you off. Score! You think, but he adds. “If I can get your number.” Rui feels like falling into the floor, how awkward! You just scribble it onto a stray receipt, winking.

“Thank you! You’re the sweetest!!” You singsong, skipping along with Rui following suite. You immediately burst into laughter, throwing a fake punch at Rui. “What a weirdo! Like I’d call him over what, 1000 yen?! I don’t even know him, yuck!”

So you did have some sense, he feels like letting out a sigh of relief. You hold your hands out.

“Which one do you want? I got your favorite!!” You look so proud, and he wants to laugh. His “favorite” isn’t actually his favorite, but he’d never tell you that.

The lie started one day in middle school, when the two of you suddenly had a weird craving for slushies. When you picked them out, you had gotten a red one and a blue one, and asked him what he wanted. While he really didn’t like red, he knew you liked blue, so he said red. Now for the past four years, you’ve always ended up getting him a red one, thinking it was his favorite. He’ll deal with it for you. Seeing your blue tongue stick out with brain freeze is better than any sugary drink anyway.

“Red, duh.” He scoffs playfully, taking a sip of it. The taste doesn’t really bother him all that much anymore. It reminds him of you.

You always let him divide the snacks, thinking he gives himself the bigger half. He never does, but he eats slower so you think he did. You skip along, enjoying it.

“Y’know, this isn’t bad. Wish they had the brownie, though. That never does us wrong.” God, don’t make him think of the ‘crack brownies’ - as you two call them. Those are great, and he likes them, so you never miss an opportunity to shove them down his throat.

“Don’t complain. Remember the egg roll incident?” He points, laughing at the memory. You two steer clear of that section now, having gotten sick.

“Ugh, I haven’t thought about that in a while! I’m never eating an egg roll again after that day! Ugh,” you gag.

Moments of silly memories like this make him feel like he’s known you forever. He can’t even remember a moment where he hasn’t loved you.

“Where’re we going now, commander?” He salutes, following the trail of sunshine you left behind.

“Where ever the wind blows us, kind sir!” You salute back, pushing him along. Your constant checks of your phone don’t go unnoticed by him, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes.

“Who’re you texting? Don’t tell me it’s that guy.” He tries to sound casual, knocking his shoulder against yours playfully.

“‘M not a total idiot, I’ll have you know!” You huff, holding your phone to your chest. “It’s just somebody we went to school with a while back, ‘m seeing if I can pull the moves.”

“Do I know him?”

“Dunno, never saw you two talking, so maybe not. He was in my english class, remember, the only class we didn’t have together?”

“Ah.”

You two walk in silence, except for when he yanks you back from the collar so you don’t walk into oncoming traffic, which amuses you greatly. You two soon arrive at the small mall, and he tails you as you run with excitement. You two browse everything, constantly pointing out cute plushies, or interesting keychains.

“Rui, look! Look!” You shake him, pointing to the back of somebody’s head inconspicuously. “Wait don’t yet- Okay, now! He’s turning around! That’s the guy! What a coincidence we see him here, right? Do you recognize him?”

Ha. Yeah, he knows this guy. He definitely knows him. He’s the one who would trip him during passing periods, he’s the one who left flowers on his desk. They make eye contact, and it’s like all of his growth left his body. He’s just the same freak from middle school, he’s still thirteen.

He shudders at the guys smirk, sensing that he definitely knows that Rui knows him. He jogs over to the two of you, and Rui already knows what’s about to happen, due to the lopsided smile on your face.

Damnit, this is the first time he doesn’t think he can act like it’s okay.

“Oh wow, what a coincidence! Must be fate we run into each other like this, ehe…” You giggle awkwardly, a dumb expression gracing your face. It’s painful seeing you that way for anybody other than him, and he looks away awkwardly.

“Must be.” He answers, swaggering closer towards you. Rui thanks whatever God above because - despite his current situation - at least this asshole didn’t go to highschool with you guys.

He looks down at his shoes, and tries to shuffle away, knowing this jackass is about to say something. He’s quickly stopped.

“Who’s this, huh? Feel like a recognize him from somewhere…” He trails off, smirking through his nose as he turns his attention to him. “Have we met before?”

“This is Kamishiro Rui, he’s my friend! He went to middle school with us, remember?” You happily answer for him.

Ha, friend? What happened to back-up boyfriend? He’s a little hurt, to be honest.

He feels bitter, it’s unbecoming- God, he doesn’t care. He should feel bad for getting so angry over it, it’s not like you belong to him. He’s such a freak, getting attached to you like this.

He starts to pick at his fingers, then he plays with a loose string on his sweater. You two continue to chat like nothings wrong, and he keeps thinking. It’s something he’s gotten good at recently.

He stops feeling bad about himself for a second- a split second where he resents you, and wishes his pain upon you. Wants you to know what it’s like to be so disgustingly, guiltily, revoltingly obsessed with someone. In this split second, he can’t even find it in himself to feel guilty about it, which is unlike him. He wishes you felt love like this, that you were as psychotic about it.

But this doesn’t last long, because he remembers that he loves you more than anything. He’s lucky to be your friend. You’re a great friend, you’re an amazing person, you’re the sun, the sun, the sun.

He’s the pavement, he has to remember.

“I’m- I’ll leave you to it, y’know? Fabric store.” He stutters, choking on his voice. You don’t even notice, waving him off.

You do, however, remember to press his shoulder, uttering an absentminded “Okay, Rui, bye,” and he remembers again how perfect you are for doing it subconsciously. He lets himself feel the touch, long after he’s walked away. He deserves it after the trouble he’s reliving.

When he makes it to the fabric store - which he really didn’t need anything from, Nene had gotten some the other day - he can’t help himself from wishing he could just go home. Malls were always overwhelming already, and now his saving grace has the attention of another man. He walks through aisles, but realizes that he now has to buy something.

‘Least he knows that social cue, he laughs bitterly, running his hands across his face in frustration. He’s so ridiculous.

Meanwhile, you were chatting up a storm. It was your first time talking in person since middle school, after all! You feel giddy for a while, but it cuts abruptly. You feel a strange sense of urgency, something’s missing.

Oh, your best friend.

But where had he gone? You’re sure he was just here. You smile apologetically at the cute boy, putting on your best performance.

“Oh, I better go get my friend now. I don’t like walking home when it’s late. Was nice seein’ you, let’s hang out soon, ‘kay?” You singsong, stepping closer. You want to give yourself a pat on the back, you’re so cute.

He rolls his eyes, and you’re hit with a wave of uneasiness. That noise he made sounds strangely dismissive, he’s not the kind of guy to be a jerk though, you must be hearing things-

“Leave ‘im. Between you and me, he was a total freak in middle school. Probably is now, too. Probably likes you or somethin’, total nutcase.” His voice sounds so casual, like it’s not the douchiest thing you’ve heard all day.

You let other men walk all over you, sure. You let them cheat on you, lie, whatever. But you’re not about to stand here and insult Rui. He’s the only untouched thing in your life - the only person who isn’t cruel. He’s so gangly and awkward, but in the best way. You could live a million times and not be able to deserve him, at least you think so. He’s so unusual, and that’s what you love most about him. Little things like not liking loud lights, or liking the red slushies the best, make your heart buzzy with familiarity. He’s the one constant in your life.

You’ve been awfully worried about him recently, though. His particularly (as you like to call it) has gone to the an extreme, and it’s been a battle getting him to eat real food. You’re not blind, you see the way he’s been spacing out, or tapping a little too much. You just thought he’d been overwhelmed. He worries you to death sometimes, but despite all of his own struggles, he always seems to not care about it, deciding to always be there for you instead. Ah, he’s just such an amazing guy - no, not guy, he’s not anything like those other boys you talk to. He’d never insult someone like that. He’s not just a guy, he’s like your person.

Yeah, he’s definitely your person.

Your heart sputters at the thought, and you feel something you’ve never really felt before - save for hugs between the two of you that lasted just a second too long, or words a little too romantic. The feeling makes your mind fuzzy, and your heart hurt terribly with something you could only place as homesickness.

Oh.

“I,” you begin, backing away. “Yeah, I’m sorry but I’ll really be going now-“

“What? C’mon I was just messing with you, even though having guy friend’s kinda weird.” He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah whatever, I’ll call you back,” you say dismissively.

You’re totally lying, you laugh, you’re not calling him back.

He didn’t seem to like that.

“Damn, can’t even joke around with you people. Whatever, weirdo, sorry I insulted your little boyfriend.” The change in tone amuses you.

Yeah, good riddance, pal.

You turn away, walking through the mall with pace. It takes a while, but you spot him watching a pet stores aquarium.

He’s a funny one.

You wave your hands, trying to get his attention. He swallows, knowing that it’s probably to ask him if it’s cool to walk home by himself. Emotions are stupid, and ironically, you both think that at the same time.

“Rui! Rui! Hey c’mon, let’s go home, yeah?” You smile, face feeling warm. It’s a different feeling from when you usually talk to him. He looks at you, a little shocked. He had assumed you were smiling wide because you set up a date, so he turns his head.

“Where is he, huh?” He looks away, back to the fish tank. You shift in place, was he mad at you? You’re a little irritated at the mention of the guy, though, and huff.

“Don’t worry about that. Seems like I only attract douchebags, so I decided to go.” You explain, poking his shoulder. “Hey,” you start, “let’s just walk home, I wanna talk to you about something.” The idea makes you feel dizzy, but you’ll have to illustrate your feelings one day.

You can leave out the “I think I’m in love with you” part, you think.

The two of you walk in an excruciating silence, staring down at the reflection of the setting sun in the puddles. His heart tightens, remembering his earlier comparison. Even now, you’re so perfect. Even if he’s frustrated with you - despite you turning down the guy in the end (he doesn’t know why, he wanted to ask) - even if he’s ready to scream, and cry, and ask you what it is he did for you to be so turned off by him, he still thinks you’re the most heavenly, divine person to ever grace his view. He wants to be where you see him, he wants to be in your orbit.

“You’re like the sun-“ He blurts out, immediately regretting it. He didn’t mean to say that, God, he’s so fucking stupid. He sees you stop walking, smiling that same stupid, dopey, lopsided smile that he’s always so jealous of-

Oh. It’s for him.

He chokes, stopping to meet you eye-to-eye. You look up at him too, laughing giddily.

“What does that mean?”

He sputters, stepping away. “N-no it’s nothing- It was stupid anyway so-“

“No, tell me!” You urge, laughing a little harder. “What if it was something bad, ‘nd you were making fun of me? That’s not nice, Rui!”

“I- Hey-“ His voice goes a touch higher, a defensive tone rising. “That’s not-“

“Then tell me.”

“It’s just,” he breaths, trying to word it in the least creepy way possible. How does convey the fact that he sees you as a divine presence, that he sees himself as a worthless creature compared to you, without sounding like he’s hopelessly possessed by love for you? “I just- you’re so amazing,” he starts, “I thought of this stupid thing the other day when I was walking home - you know how I am - and well, I just thought of you when the sun reflected off the pavement - since it rained, y’know? - and well, it just- Sorry, it was dumb-“ He rambles, covering his face in anguish.

Nobody’s ever put that much thought into you. Sure, you’ve received a few ‘You’re so gorgeous’’s, where you’ve had to wonder where they learnt such a “big word”, but never something as poetic as that. The usual Rui-ratic explanation endeared you to him even more. You look at him, the smile never leaving. He’s just… so Rui. His stupid striped sweater, his half up hair - that you’d begged him to grow out - his eyes, whatever. Everything about him you treasure, and little do you know he cherished you even that more intensely.

“I think you’re the moon, Rui. Or maybe the earth, since I take care of you, hah!” You snicker, stepping closer to him. He takes a step back in return, and you grab his hands to make him stay put. His heart throbs, and he almost goes crashing down.

“I.. I don’t-“

You yank his hands, making him look back up at you. “Hey, Rui, I,” you look at him assuringly, “I wanna say something, and you can’t laugh okay?”

He holds his breath, so do you.

Fuck it, just tell him.

“I think I’m in love with you, Rui.” You gaze at him, the words shooting out faster than you can second guess them.

“I don’t-“ He breaks away, his fists balling up. You messed up, you think, you really, really messed up. “I’m not- I’m not going to- You can’t just say that because you got rejected. I- It wouldn’t be nice to- You don’t love me-“

“Rui,” you beg, grabbing his arm again, “holding hands on the way to school, cuddling while doing homework, knowing everything about eachother, these aren’t-“ You breath, “I’ve wanted somebody to love me for so long, Rui, and I was so blind to the fact that I was loved. But the love that I felt for you, - that I feel for you - Rui, isn’t the kind where I can be- where I can just be so- so normal about those things!” You monologue, saying whatever’s on your mind. You’re the rambling one now.

“I found myself comparing you to these piece-of-garbage dude’s I’m always with, wishing I could just date somebody like you instead! But now I realize that it is you-“

His heart falls into his gut, and he breaks free from you again. His hands move to his face, covering his eyes. His voice is broken and cracky as he begins to cry. “That was- you-“ He pulls you into a desperate embrace, arms holding you like you’ll disappear. “You shouldn’t, you’re wrong.” He sobs, “I’m- the way I love you is- You don’t understand, the way I feel isn’t normal I- My love is disgusting, and horrible, and depraved-“ He shakes, you rub his back. “You are so perfect compared to me, I’d never be able to- I love you so much, more than friends are supposed to, more than anyone’s supposed to at our age-“

“Rui, hey Rui please don’t cry.” You beg, smoothing out the ridges in his sweater. “I don’t- I don’t agree with that, and I can scream that at you, but I’m sure you won’t believe me. You’re not disgusting for feeling emotions different, Rui that’s what I love about you.”

“Stop- stop saying my name like that. It’s too hard to-“

“Rui, I love you. You don’t need to accept it, but I love you. More than being in love, more than being loved-“

“I love you, too,” his voice cracks, “that’s why I’m so scared. I don’t want to ruin a friendship that’s all I have, if this is just- I’m scared I’d lose you in any way, and I can’t live in a world where you don’t see me. I won’t. It’s sounds horrible but-“ He stops as you pull away from the hug, and wipes his face hastily. You put your pinky out, and his stomach drops again.

“C’mon, just like when we were kids. Pinky promise that no matter what, we’ll always see each other. That way you don’t need to worry anymore, y’know? I never break my kissy pinky promises, ever.”

Just like when you two were little.

He locks his with yours, just like you taught him all those years ago. He remembers your shared handshake for theater, he remembers your shared handshake for testing, and he remembers the song you two had to duet for choir - when you have forced him into it for a year. He holds everything of you so dear to his heart, you endear everything about him to you as well.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I see you.”

“I see you, too.”

You two kiss your hands, then bring them down, still interlinked. You stare at him, and he stares back at you. In a moment of profound sincerity, you lean forward, and kiss him. It’s slow and gentle, and you unlock your hands half way through to hold his face, which he mirrors. His heart settles for the first time. You see him. He’s your moon, your earth, you’re his sun, his stars.

He’s suddenly alarmed by a quick pushing off of him, gasping out a “Rui!”

“I-“ he pants, wiping his mouth. “Hm?”

“we’re in the middle of a park!”

[jarofstyles]

Leather & Lace 2

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Warnings- possessive H, kind of a dickhead

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Things had shifted between Harry and Y/N.

He hadn’t been sure what to expect after she’d blown him, but she didn’t make it awkward at all. If anything? They were more comfortable around each other. Harry was less nervous to touch her, pulling her into his side as they sat on her new couch the next day or adjusting the hair from her face when the wind got it stuck in her lip gloss when they’d met for lunch. The way she reacted to his touch was much more noticeable to him now which made him feel particularly chuffed. Y/N was important to him before, but it seemed like the intimacy had elevated them to a different level.

It had only been a week since the night at her place where she’d given him the best blowie he’d ever received, but they hadn’t done much else. They had cuddled in bed that night, kissed a little bit, but he hadn’t had a chance to get her truly alone and it was driving him nuts. 

Y/N was popular and she had a lot of activities she liked to do. Paint n’ sip classes she helped run, volunteering at the library, at the animal shelter, helping her new neighbor with her cat, on top of her own workload. The closest he’d gotten to alone time with her was when she arrived at his place on wednesday to climb into his bed and pass out, which she’d done with a smeared kiss to his lips. She’d been asleep once her head hit the pillow. 

He’d gotten to see her out quite a bit as he was often wrangled into helping her. He used to pretend to be grumpy about it and huff and puff when she’d pat his head but he hadn’t even tried to do that this week. Instead he let his touches linger and watched her smiles grow, happy to get a few seconds to hug her before she had to move on to something else. It had been driving him out of his mind, and if they didn’t have the promise to go back to her place tonight he may have lost it. 

House parties weren’t something he particularly liked, but when Y/N called him on video chat and gave him her puppy eyes while asking him to help her set it up for Sarah, he couldn’t say no. He did like the other girl well enough and he knew how crazy Y/N was about birthdays, so he’d given up his friday night to the whole surprise party. 

Though he wasn’t feeling very generous with Y/N’s time anymore. For the first hour of the party he’d followed her around and lingered in the corners to make sure she was okay as she chatted to people, but this observing really did him in. She was so fucking perfect. 

It hit him again how much he actually liked her. The whole experience was odd considering he hadn’t considered being in a relationship in this point of his life, content with hooking up and never seeing the other person again, but that was pre Y/N. Now that he had her in his world, it was hard to imagine himself with anyone but her. Sure, she was his opposite in a way, but they attracted. That’s what all the books and movies said, anyways. He want content just observing her, ignoring mostly anyone else who would come up to him or give them one worded answers with his eyes on his girl, the pretty little butterfly fluttering around the room. 

The feeling had been so unfamiliar that the first time he’d felt it, he’d thought it was heartburn or something. 

Harry had already admired her before but it was a whole other level seeing how much she tried to make other people feel seen. She gave them attention, smiling and listening intently before gracefully getting her exit out only to be stopped by someone else. How a woman like that had been into him enough that she’d wanted to blow him and keep him around, he had no clue. But there was no taking it back, and he was feeling greedy. 

Cornering her in the kitchen, he narrowed his eyes at her as she looked at him with a giddy smile. “M’tired of sharing your attention.” he said it simply, placing his hands on her hips and backing her into the quieter corner. She squeaked as her back hit the wall, a nervous giggle leaving her throat as he loomed over her. “Barely got a lick of your attention all week, and m’not happy about it, pet.” His lip pouted slightly, the ring on it glinting at the motion. 

She frowned, wrapping an arm around his neck. “I know it’s been really busy, H, and I’m sorry. I just wanted to help people out.” She sighed, watching him look over her face. The girl looked a little tired, which he didn’t like. 

“I know you do, sweets, but you’ve got t’learn how to tell people no. You’re spreading yourself too thin and you barely have a moment to breathe. Yeah, m’greedy for your attention but I don’t like the idea of you being tired and running ragged because people ask you t’do shit. They know you’ll say yes.” It actually did piss him off. He didn’t think everyone had malicious intent, no, and he knew Y/N was a big girl who could handle herself. But sometimes he had to wonder why they were so comfortable asking such big things of her. 

“I do like to help, though.” She tried to protest but really couldn’t, because he was right. She was bone tired and despite her bubbly nature, she had been deflating slightly as the night went on. Their weekend together was the reprise they got to have where she knew she’d have time to breathe. Selfishly she liked that Harry was able to be blunt and a little mean. He wasn’t to her, but his protectiveness of her really showed. 

“Yeah, but it means I get less time with you. And m’a selfish man, Y/N.” Tipping her chin up, he lowered his face towards her. “Not to mention you’ve been too busy to let me properly fuckin’ kiss you. Like your little pecks darlin, they’re cute, but where’s the kiss you gave me with my load on your tongue? Hm?” 

Y/N sputtered, whining at his dirty mouth but he could tell she liked it. Her eyes had widened but she had no real heat to her scolding, instead leaning into him a bit more. “I didn’t know you wanted me to kiss you like that.” The admission followed a beat of silence. 

“Always want you to kiss me, are you fuckin’ kidding?” He grumbled. “Can’t jus’ give me the best blowie of my life and fuck off. Didn’t let me return the favor which m’dying to do, but even more you’ve been keeping this mouth from me. Don’t like it one bit.” His thumb brushed over the plump bottom lip, exhaling through his nose as he shook his head. “S’a fucking shame. Can’t get how good we tasted together out of my head. Not trying to pressure you if you don’t want to do that stuff, you can tell me to fuck off but.. I don’t think y’want me to.”

“No, I…” She stumbled over her words. “I do want those things. I just didn’t expect you to talk so dirty.” The tilt of her lips gave the clue that she liked it. “I didn’t want to assume it meant more than just that even though I wanted it to and - oh” 

His mouth cut her off. Catching her off guard her lips opened a little bit, letting him be selfish and slip his tongue into her sweet mouth. Humming at the taste, his arm leaned against the wall as he held himself over her while the other kept her jaw angled the way he wanted it. The kiss was just like him. Intense and hot and a little sweet at the end when he pulled back and pressed three more pecks to her lips, rubbing his nose against the side of hers. “None of that shit. Meant a hell of a lot to me, silly little thing. Want to do it all the damn time. So you’re gonna have t’take it easy with giving all your time away, hm? Think I need some more of your help soon… and maybe…” He released her jaw to slide his hand to the back of her neck, massaging it just a little. “Maybe you’ll let me help you, hm? Someone’s got t’take care of such a sweet little thing. It isn’t fair.” 

“H-Harry.” She felt her cheeks getting hot. Harry’s attention had always been intense and maybe that’s part of the reason she’s been so busy this week. Anxiety over being truly alone with him again in case he regretted it, if he didn’t like what they did and didn’t know how to let her down easy- but this was the ideal, she thinks. Regardless of how much he flustered her, or how he was the biggest energy in the room, she found herself preening at the attention he gave her. “It meant a lot to me too.” 

Her hushed voice made him smile, leaning in to press a chaste kiss between her brows. “Good. Can we get going, then? Or would y’let me lick your cute little cunt in one of these bedrooms?” Did he say it just to watch her squirm? A little, but only because it was really fucking cute. 

“We can go. I’ve just got to say goodbye to some people.” She sent him a shaky smile as he nodded, pushing off the wall to wrap his arm around her shoulders. It was a new feeling for her to feel so… claimed. They had been around each other pretty consistently for a while but she could feel people looking, considering Harry was usually the victim of her clinging to his arm instead. Open affection wasn’t something anyone had seen from him, let alone with a girl that was so clearly different than him, but something about that made her giddy. 

Harry was impatient in general, but he tampered it down as Y/N said goodbye to the people she knew here. It was just in her nature to be a polite little flower, floating around the room to wish everyone a good evening. Her manners, oddly enough, aroused him. He liked seeing her be so sugary sweet and knowing that it was 100% genuine. It was even more nice to see considering he’d had a glimpse of what a bold and filthy girl she could be. The blowie the night she’d moved in had completely taken him off guard and let him know then and there that her innocence wasn’t all encompassing. She had some shadows to her, and he planned to see how full they could extend. 

His arm was around her as she said goodbye, merely nodding when people acknowledged him and not bothered when they didn’t. All that mattered to him was they were polite to her- though one of the guys had been a bit too bold, especially considering he was right fucking there.

“Her eyes are on her face, not her tits.” He said lowly. “And if you’d like t’keep yours, I suggest you remember that.” There was no full aggression, only a promise that he intended to keep. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d go at someone for her. 

Thankfully the prick flushed, muttering apologies before dashing away so he could use this as an excuse to get them the fuck out of there. 

Harry didn’t love parties. He didn’t like lots of people. He went for 3 reasons only, and they depended on the night. To get a drink, to get a fuck, or for Y/N. Though now he supposed he’d have an excuse for not going to many others. The plan was to keep Y/N to himself and not have to deal with the people he’d fucked around with not getting the hint even after he stated what he wanted. For once in his life he wanted one person and one person alone, and she was under his arm. 

To his surprise, she didn’t say anything about his snarky reply to the guy they’d last said goodbyes to, instead leaning into his side as they approached his car. It was a bit nippy outside and he knew she ran cold, so he’d remedy that quickly. “C’mere.” He sighed, picking her up and placing her on the hood of his car. Stripping his flannel off, he motioned for her to splay her arms out, helping her put it on. “Wasn’t too bad when you left but it’s a little too cold out for you now, hm?” His voice was softened as he stood between her knees, face level with her as he slipped his hands under the new layer. 

“I never remember to grab a sweater.” She admitted, smiling shyly as she felt palms running over her back. This was different. The whole thing was, seeing as Harry’s treatment of her had considerably softened up. He’d always been nice to her, don’t get her wrong! He let her sit on him and mess up his hair and hold his arm but… feeling him be the touchy one for once really made her feel… validated? Appreciated? She wasn’t sure of what the right term would be, but she felt like he liked her more than she had originally thought. “Who’s place do you want to go to?” 

“Hm… maybe mine. I just did a grocery shop. I know you’ve been busy this week, so I don’t want to go and mess up your place.” Y/N would be a bit unsettled if it got messy and he was planning on seeing what exactly he could get her to do with him. 

It had been circling around his mind the whole week, how he wanted to make it up to her. How he wanted to take her properly and feel her cum around his cock and his tongue and his fingers- anywhere he could get it. He was a man starved, pathetically so, but he didn’t have any shame in it. 

“Okay. I like your place.” It was the truth. He had a nice place in her opinion. It was bigger than her own, but not cold. Darker in aesthetic, brick and dark colors and richer patterns. She’d helped him make it nicer after she had seen the state of it the first time, a real bachelor pad that made her worry for his comfort. Thanks to the sweet girl, he had a much more comfortable sectional couch, a coffee table- with coffee table books, no less- and some art. She’d helped pick out his bar stools for his island in the kitchen, too. Little bits of her were all over his place, but that’s how he wanted it to be. 

“I’d hope so. You helped make it.” He snorted, tugging her closer to him so their centers were flush. The silence happened again, this time a little heavier. “I missed you this week.” The sentiment was repeated as he dragged a hand from under the warmth of his flannel and brushed the hair out of her face. The breeze hadn’t been much of a help. “I sleep better when you’re around. Know I like to give you shit and call you a needy pup, but I love it when you’re like that.” Tipping her chin up, he sighed as he observed her soft features. The slope of her nose, the mascara on her lashes that had flaked just a little bit, the slightly faded lip stain. He couldn’t imagine not being obsessed with her.

“I’m glad. I used to think I was a little annoying to you.” She admitted, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “I’m sorry I was so busy. I didn’t think you’d mind.” Historically he’d get grumbly about it but he understood- and she’d usually pop over or invite him to her old flat. 

“Course I mind. Not that you have stuff to do but you overwork yourself and…” licking his lip, he debated on whether or not to say it. “Was just hoping that you weren’t avoiding me, is all. That I didn’t make you uncomfortable last weekend.” 

Her heart clenched in her chest as she saw his eyes dip to the side, for once in his life showing a bit of vulnerability. Harry never seemed anxious about much, his general setting being a blank stare or a smug smirk, so it wasn’t something she saw often. Sometimes when he was drunk he’d get a little mushy about things but he hadn’t had much, if anything tonight. “No. Of course not. I initiated it, remember?” Her hand lifted to his face, the skin slightly cool from the night air. “I wanted to do it. I promise. If I was uncomfortable I’d tell you. Listen…” adjusting slightly, she caught his eye. “I feel the most safe when I’m with you. Sure, sometimes it feels like I’ve got a guard dog, but I feel really secure. I know you’d never hurt me, you always are so careful with me even if everyone else thinks you’re all rough and tumble… I know you and I know you’d only even touch me in ways I like. I really was busy, but I was just nervous you’d regret it too.” 

Harry’s brows furrowed at her admission. While he was over the moon that she always felt the safest with him, he had no idea why she would think he’s regret it. “Never. I just kept thinking about it. I wanted to do it more. I don’t regret anything, and I feel like I’ve got t’make sure you know that I don’t think of you as one of those quick fucks.” Even if she hadn’t said it, he was sure that was a thought that had lingered around in her head. That was his reputation and he’d be stupid if he didn’t know better. 

“I.. I never thought of it as that, no, but I wasn’t expecting commitment.” She admitted back, eyes wide as he looked into his own. It squeezed his chest, the idea of just being with her sexually. That wasn’t what he wanted. 

“No. I want commitment.” He said lowly. “You aren’t just a fuck to me, Butterfly. Not in the slightest. I fuckin’ adore you, y’know that?” He sighed, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip and tugging it slightly before letting it snap back into place. “You’re my girl. You’ve been my girl for a while. I’ve jus’ been a bit of a pussy in trying to initiate anything because the last thing I wanted was for you t’think that you were just someone else I went to bed with. M’tired of that.” All he wanted to do was crawl into bed with her at night and feel her kissing him in the morning or watch her sleepy little face as she dreamt. All the fluffy, mushy shit he used to feel sick from were the exact things he craved. “Couldn’t get it up for anyone else after a while. I was only able to thinking about you and… after a bit, I had no desire to be around anyone else. They didn’t smell like you, didn’t sound like you. My cock was set on you and I think my heart wants to follow.” 

Y/N had to laugh at his last words but also in shock. She’d heard herself at the beginning of their friendship how he’d scoff at the idea of a relationship, made fun of the romance movies she liked, heard about him disappearing at a party for a bit before coming back with messy hair and swollen lips, sometimes a fly undone. But slowly that had stopped, if she recalled. The hookups, the snarky comments about love. It dwindled. Snark still existed for other things but he seemed to be more lighthearted around her. “You… you want like, a relationship with me?” Her eyes rounded at the thought. 

“I’d say don’t act so surprised, but I get it.” He had to admit that, a smile on his face. It surely was a lot for her to process, considering it still had him in a tizzy and he’d had months to work over these feelings. “Yeah. Want you to be mine. M’not good at sharing, though, so you’re gonna have to tell some of these people that you have a boyfriend that wants to love on you a bit when they demand your attention.” There was another pause as his ears turned a bit red. “If, if that’s what you’d want, though. I don’t want to rush you into a label or anything, m’fine with jus’ figuring shit out but I’ve thought of you as mine for a while and-“ 

Her hand pulled him to her, shutting him up with her lips. 

The man, for all his dark demeanor and rough glances, melted under her touch. Hummed into the kiss in surprise, cupping her jaw and reciprocated immediately as her hands went to the back of his neck to hold on to him. That giddy feeling in his stomach was buzzing as she giggled against his mouth as he chased it when she pulled back to get a proper breath.

“C’mere.” He mumbled, nudging their noses. “Lips are cold. Don’t be cruel, little Butterfly.” 

Y/N couldn’t have that, could she? “Sorry, boyfriend.” She smiled against his lips, pressing them right back where they belonged. 

[nglitchx]

Arcane - Claggor

Title// Black Cloaked

Type: X Reader

(W.I.P): I slowly update the same post with new paragraphs so don’t be surprised if it’s suddenly longer than when you last read it.

CHAPTER ONE

During a cold gloomy night below, footsteps could be heard through the alleyways. The sounds quickening with every passing moment. The desperate figure, unable to catch their breath continues to rush through the darkness. Coming across what seems to be a dead end, the person freezes. Trying to figure a way out, unable to process how to escape as the footsteps of the enforcers echoed closer. The cloaked individual finally took a breath and leaned against the wall in defeat. ‘Guess this is it..’ the person thought while sliding down the wall. ‘So much for an easy loot.’ They thought while pulling a shiny gem from their pants. The glimmering blue, slightly lighting the area showing the girls tired and sweat covered face. “So much hassle over some blue bal-“ she stopped as she noticed a hole in the corner of her eye. Internally praising the light the ball gave her, she rushed towards the hole. So what if she didn’t know where it lead, it seemed like a better option than torture or jail. Pocketing the gem she entered the darkness, narrowly escaping the enforcers that were after her.

She crawled through the strange feeling tunnel all the way into an empty room. Exhausted from the chase, she sat on what looked to be old crates. While assessing her surroundings she freezes at the sound of a door opening. “You sure you want them in here?” said a voice. “Yeah, we only have so much space available.” Responded someone else. As quickly as the person entered she clocked them in the face. There now laid a tan man with a mustache unconscious. The items that were once in his arms went crashing to the floor, thus alarming the other man in the place. “What the-“ before he could even finish she lunged at him. He of course, after realizing what was happening tried to defend himself. They continued to fight in the building, knocking over trinkets and gadgets. After tussling for some time, he managed to land a proper punch on the cloaked girl. Her body flew across the room. Stumbling to get up, he slowly approached her with a bat in hand. “Now, you gonna tell me who the hell you are, or am I gonna have to force you?” He breathed heavily while wiping the blood off his chin. “Neither” she stated while quickly kicking him in the nuts. Not expecting that, the brunette man fell to the floor. While gripping his lower region in pain, the cloaked girl head butted him unconscious. Letting out a breathe of relief, she looked around the building for some kind of rope. After managing to acquire said rope she tied the two men to some chairs.

The hood of her cloak fell as she ran her fingers through her hair. She contemplated how to go about the situation. She’s already wanted for theft, and avoiding arrest, if she murdered the two men in front of her that would only add up her charges. She eyed the unconscious individuals, wondering if they’d keep their mouths shut after the whole ordeal. ‘The short one looks like he’d squeal.’ She thought releasing the grip on his face. “You however… you sir look a lot better when you aren’t punching me.” She mumbled tracing his face as she noticed the big man’s good looks. Instantly, the lass took a step back. Was she really checking out some random dude whom she just fought? None sense, he had just threatened her with a bat. Not unjustly however, it would have been weird if he didn’t after she snuck in and attacked them. Finally coming to a decision she decided to leave them tied up, at least till morning. The feeling of exhaustion was consuming her but she had to make sure this place was locked and secure before even thinking of shutting her eyes. Finally finishing, she sat in a corner with a weapon in hand. The woman closed her eyes hoping to gain some rest before the men awoke. However, morning came much faster than anticipated and she woke up to the sounds of people whispering.

”You know, for a master lock picker, you’re shit at knots.” The bigger man whispered. “Are you seriously comparing locks with knots right now?!” Yelled the scrawny guy. “Mylo, shut it, you’ll wake her up.” He scolded. The two continued to struggle against the rope. Never in their lives had someone ever tied them up in such a manner. “What if we wait it out? Ekko is sure to pop in.” Mylo commented with hope. “Fat chance. He has a date with powder. We’re screwed if we can’t break free.” Chimed the other. The skinny one groaned in despair, if only he could reach the knife on the desk. He found it ridiculous how throughly tied he was. Both men had their chests, arms and legs tied to the chairs. And if that wasn’t enough, the intruder tied their elbows, knees and chairs together. Finally giving up because of the feeling of their skin chaffing against the rope, the men sat there in silence. The cloaked girl opened her eyes slightly to see the guys no longer moving. After seeing that they were still in fact tied up she spoke. “I’m not looking to harm you.” She stated with her arms crossed. The men shifted their gaze towards her after hearing her speak. “Not looking to harm us? You broke in, pummeled us and then tied us up.” Yelled the one she assumes is Mylo. “Well, to be fair she knocked you out cold with one punch. So I wouldn’t exactly say you were pummeled” Said his bigger friend. “What the hell does that have to do with anything.” The other responded causing them to both bicker. While the two men argued, the girl stood up from her corner and walked towards them. She grabbed Mylo’s head and forced him to look her in the eye. “Look, if I wanted you dead, you’d be facing God right now.” She stated letting go of his head harshly. She walked towards the bigger man, eyeing him. “I just needed a place to crash for the night. So how about we keep this mess between us?” She smiled, hoping they’d agree. She was wrong, the men looked at her as if she had made an absurd request.

“Who the fuck would agree to that?” Mylo asked baffled. The girl walked about the room, while twirling the knife in her hand. She sat on the desk and looked towards the boys. “I’m not above gagging and leaving you tied. But I’d much rather spend my energy elsewher-“ she stopped as she noticed a framed drawing. Unable to take her eyes off it, she takes the drawing in her hand. A familiar blue haired girl was on the sheet, but she looked different. “Jinx?” She mumbled slightly panicked. Something didn’t feel right, a sudden coldness filled her body. Her breathing started to feel heavy, as she started to remember things she had done her hardest to forget. “Hey are you alright?” The boys tried asking but she was unable to hear them. A ringing filled her head as she fell to the ground. Dazed, she tried lifting herself but wound up knocking the knife off the desk. The cloaks hood came off her head as she gripped her hair in agony. The blade she knocked over was now up against the chair of one of the men. With how the knife fell against his chair, the bigger man slowly moved his fingers to try and grab hold of it when suddenly, the girl stopped gripping her hair. The noise in her head had stopped. She could finally breathe again. Realizing her hair was showing, she hooded herself once again. Wanting to get as far away as possible, she rushed towards the door. “Our time was short but let us never meet again. Bye bye.” She waved while quickly exiting. “Well great, now what the hell do we do?” Mylo whined annoyed that he was still tied. Not knowing his brother was already breaking free of the rope, he continued to try and wiggle himself out. “My dear brother, we do what we do best.” He said back. “And that is?” His brother looked at him with a raised brow. “We break free.” The big man grunted after snapping the rest of the rope with his strength. He stood up from the chair and began to cut his brother free. “Ho ho well, I believe we have a criminal to catch Claggor.” He smiled towards his brother. “I believe you are correct Mylo” Claggor responded while looking towards the door the woman had ran out from.

Rushing to get far away, she ran with all she could. You would think trying to avoid crashing into anyone isn’t difficult but easier said than done apparently. This woman somehow managed to crash face first into a broad male chest. With a thud, she fell to the floor. A light groan escaped her lips from landing on her ass. ”You alright there?” Asked a voice. The woman went to respond but she held her voice back after seeing who was in-front of her. There stood a man with long hair and a beard, a man she was sure was long dead. “That’s impossible…” she gasped. The man leaned down to try and give her a hand but she flinched back. He raised an eyebrow in confusion towards her actions. Before he could get a word out, some yelling could be heard from the distance. “There Claggor, she’s over there!” Yelled Mylo. Immediately the woman got out of her daze and booked it once again, this time towards an alleyway. Claggor and Mylo tried running past the long haired man but they didn’t get that far. “Whoa whoa, what are you two doing” He questioned while grabbing the backs of their collars to keep them from running off. “Vander let go” Mylo said struggling against his grip. “He’s right, she’s getting away.” Claggor responded. Vander looked at the men then looked in the direction where the woman ran off to. “You’re not planning any funny business are you? I raised you better than that.” He scolded. The men looked at him and assured that it wasn’t like that. After quickly explaining, they managed to convince him to let them go. “We’re never gonna find her now.” Mylo said annoyed. “Let’s split up, we’ll be able to cover more ground.” Claggor suggested. Mylo nodded his head in agreement and went towards the main areas, leaving Claggor to the alleyways.

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AN: I haven’t done fanfics since Middle School. I’m also very much new to Tumblr. Hopefully I don’t wind up dropping this. Anyway, this is just the beginning of the story, if Tumblr lets me edit posts after posting then I’ll add more onto here. If it doesn’t, then I’ll just do a continuation on another post.

AN 2: So Tumblr does in fact allow me to edit posts, awesome. Just added a new paragraph to the story.

AN 3: Fixed some stuff in the other paragraphs and I added a 5th paragraph. I’m thinking about doing at least 10 paragraphs per chapter. Any thoughts? Anyways stay tuned for the next paragraphs.

[mbbmz]

Can’t look away from you!

Shinichiro x reader

I swear I have so many drafts for y’all requests but I’m too lazy to finish them T-T (sorry if I made any spelling mistakes, English isn’t my first language!)

Warnings : semi public sex, oral sex (m receiving), porn without plot

He was trying, really, really hard to focus. But it seemed like he had been tightening the same damn bolt for the past ten minutes. Why, oh why did he think it would be a good idea to take his girlfriend to his shop? His girlfriend who has been so clingy and affectionate since early in the morning, so much he couldn’t help but ask her to keep him company.

Oh was he regretting this decision.

You were looking at him with those eyes. Those you had when you wanted something. And he knew exactly what.

But he couldn’t give in now. He was supposed to be working. Beside, anyone could come in at any moment! His friends, his brother, who all chose his shop as their hangout spot, or even any customer!

In the span of ten minutes, you went from leaning against a wall, to sitting next to him, to sitting on his lap. He was hard, and you knew it. You were just playing with him at this point, waiting for him to break, to lose the battle against his morals and his decency.

And there was a limit to what a man could take, and you made him reach that limit when you laid down, resting your cheek on his thigh.

His resolve crumbled, leaning back as he let out a loud sigh.

- "Fuck… come here, babe…"

You smiled in victory, watching him unbuckle his belt. He looked around one last time, pressing his lips in a thin line, before taking out his semi-hard cock.

You smiled, immediately wrapping your hand around him in a firm grip. As much as you wanted to savor it, even you knew that it had to be done quick.

You looked up at him, noticing he was still looking around nervously, as if someone might magically appear into the shop. Your free hand found its way to his chin, gripping it so he would look at you instead. He let out a silent gasp at the sight, that devious smile stretching your face as you started pumping his shaft in a tantalizingly slow movement.

- "Eyes on me, love."

You muttered sultrily, giving his blushing tip a slow, sensual lick. God, he was so weak for you. You swore you could feel him twitch from the sight.

His free hand rested on top of your head, fiddling with a strand as if he was fighting the urge to just shove you down his length, while the other was on the floor, trying to support his weight so he could lean back even more, leaving you space.

You wasted no time putting both of your hands to work, pumping him while your tongue was brushing against his tip hastily.

His grip on your hair tightened, his breath shaky and his messy black hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. This was such a beautiful sight for you, which only encouraged you to pick up with the pace.

- "F-Fuck… just like that baby…"

He said, his voice stifled and shaky in reaction to your lips wrapping around his length. He wanted to keep looking around, looking for eventual unexpected guests, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you and your bobbing head.

Fuck, it had to be one of the most erotic sights ever. Your lips stretched around his dick, trying to adjust to his size while tears were starting to prickle at the corners of your eyes. Oh fuck, he might just nut right now-

He didn’t even have the time to give you a warning before he shot his load deep down your throat, making you cough, quickly pulling away as you made him ride his orgasm with your fist.

He stared at you, his gaze apologetic yet lustful as he looked at you, cheeks flushed probably from the performance you put up a few seconds ago.

You glared at him, pushing his shoulder lightly, a slight pout on your face. He chuckled, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck as he sat up straighter.

- "Sorry baby… sometimes you’re just too damn hot, I can’t hold back…"

He caressed the top of your head, his other hand putting his softening cock back in his pants. He helped you sit up, scooting you over him. He looked around one last time, before looking back at you.

- "Spread those pretty legs f’me, time to return the favor…"

[demie90s]

Late Nights & Ego Fights

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Juju Watkins X READER ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ MASTERLIST MORE

⭑ pairing: Juju Watkins x reader (USC!influencer!fem!reader)

⭑ summary: You’re an influencer who just happens to hoop—and well. Juju’s the star, the face of the program. But when her mouth gets reckless during a late-night live, you let yourself into her apartment to respond. Spoiler: it’s not with words.

⭑ genre: College rivals-to-something-more, slow-burn tension with a shot of possessive energy, flirtation, private affection

⭑ warnings: mild language, flirting, tension, suggestive vibes

⭑ word count: ~0.9k

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Her live had been going for ten minutes when you clicked in.

You were in your room cleaning after buying and preparing stuff for summer workouts started up again. USC’s media team had been begging you to post more, but tonight, you just wanted to chill, watch something dumb, maybe comment something wild to make Juju laugh. Instead, you saw her posted up on her couch, hair tied up, hoodie slightly off the shoulder, and that sly-ass smirk that meant she was talking spicy.

“Y’all really think she’s beating me in likes? Please. I carry this team and the algorithm.” Juju said confidence soaking through the screen.

The comments were already wild.

@y/nwhore: she said what she said 💅

@trojankid21: nahh not @y/nmaybe catching strays AGAIN

@jujuwife.official: She cute or whatever. Just not touching juju.

You leaned back, jaw dropped. “Wow. That’s how we moving?”

You were no stranger to her ego—hell, it was half the reason y’all clicked—but on live? During your break? You were supposed to be resting, not plotting how hard you were about to pull up.

You scrolled the comments.

@teamjuju: they need to just kiss already

@wbbburner: reader definitely pulling up in 10, just watch

@you’retheproblem: typing…

You didn’t type anything.

You put your phone down, grabbed your keys, and left.

Because what the live didn’t know is that Juju kept a spare key above her door. And what you knew is that she always left her balcony door unlocked when she was streaming. She liked the breeze, she said.

She was gonna feel more than a breeze tonight.

—

Her apartment smelled like vanilla and ego. You walked in quiet, letting the door click behind you as you heard her still going, still talking, the live bright on her phone screen propped up across the room.

You stepped into view. The chat exploded.

@realhoopgirl: OH MY GOD SHE’S HEREEE

@jujusburner: this about to be GOOD

@urnotme: juju blink twice if u scared 😭

Juju froze mid-sentence, her eyes flicking up and locking with yours. She laughed. “Oh, so you just gonna let yourself in, huh?”

You shrugged, taking your time walking toward her. “Spare key ain’t a secret, baby.”

“I was just playing,” she said, biting her lip, clearly trying not to smile. “You know I gotta remind them I’m that girl.”

You plopped down next to her, stole her hoodie string, and tugged. “And I gotta remind you I’m not one of them.”

The chat went nuts.

@heatcheck: she RIZZED HER LIVE

@doubleovertime: I’m sweating rn

@bucketsandbratty: THIS IS THE CUTEST RIVALRY EVER

Juju muted the live real quick, covered the camera with her hand, and whispered, “You really drove all the way here?”

You grinned. “I didn’t come here to talk.”

She blinked. Once. Twice.

You leaned in, whispered, “You still think I’m not touching you?”

“On the court?” she asked, voice suddenly smaller.

“Anywhere.”

She looked at you for a second longer, then reached over and ended the live completely.

“I can’t stand you,” she said, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at you.

“Can’t stop thinking about me either,” you teased.

“You’re so—”

“—irresistible? I know.”

The rest of the night? It wasn’t for the timeline. But the next morning, the video hit YouTube. Juju had left it in. The moment you walked in. The banter. The chemistry.

And the fans ate it.

@burner4life: I KNEW THEY WERE A THING

@juju4prez: she ain’t just “cute or whatever” anymore huh

@usc4ever: manifesting someone pulling up on me like that

All Juju posted was one tweet:

“She still ain’t beating me in likes tho. 😘”

And you just replied:

“But I win where it counts.”

MASTERLIST

[umathurwin]

double vision

topper thornton x reader; nsfw 18+, mild dubcon

Summary: Topper… inexplicably keeps getting sucked off by girls he’s never met. He’s not even certain they’re real. He’s fine, really.

not crossposted on ao3! that’s a first!

“Sarah, you’re driving me nuts,” he sighed, letting his forehead thump against the steering wheel. “I think no matter what you pick, they’re gonna be hidden behind your hair.”

She continued to hold different pairs of earrings to her face. “These passport photos are gonna last ten years, Top,” she said, like he was an idiot. “I don’t want to have the wrong earrings for a decade.”

He glanced at the clock on the dash— fuck, he had to be at his parent’s house for lunch in half an hour. If she didn’t get in the damn Walgreens for the photo, he’d be late and God knows his mother would be loaded with smug comments. Why the hell did he even agree to do this for her anyways? She’d broken up with him for the nth time last week and still somehow roped him into driving her to errands.

She decided on plain hoops and flipped the visor up rougher than necessary. “Be right back,” she announced and climbed out of the vehicle. 

Topper sulked into the driver’s seat and watched Sarah stroll into the drugstore. With every passing day, the value of their relationship was slipping in his mind. At least the semimonthly sex was enough to keep his spirits up. 

He jumped when someone yanked his door open, and jumped again when he realized that someone was not Sarah forgetting her Dior lipgloss. 

No, some random girl had just climbed into his car without asking. He sat stunned, waiting for her to apologize and admit she’d gotten in the wrong vehicle, but none of that happened. 

The girl actually didn’t even acknowledge the driver at first, but looked around the parking lot in a panic. He scanned with her, and noticed a man walking down the sidewalk who’d been watching her. She finally looked at Topper with wide, pleading eyes. 

“That’s my ex, he totally sucks. Can you pretend to be my boyfriend for five seconds?”

Okay, that was a better explanation than the sex-trafficking horror stories that were flashing through his mind. He didn’t really get a lot of time to react to her question, though, because the girl was already grabbing his hand and threading her fingers through it, bringing the veiny backside of his palm to her lips. She fake-giggled, playing up the girlfriend role for the audience who had already spotted her in Topper’s Range Rover. 

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, but this time she waited until he nodded before continuing. 

Yeah, Topper didn’t really put a lot of thought into this. His neurotic, easily-irritated ex girlfriend was literally right in the store, and here he was making out with a total stranger to make her ex jealous. At any moment, Sarah could walk out and the damage from her ensuing fit would cause the city to go in debt. 

But something stopped him from giving a fuck— probably the fact that this girl was a really good kisser and she tasted like spearmint and strawberry Carmex, or maybe just the naughty thrill of his actions. Besides, their attempt worked, and when they broke apart, he noticed the ex boyfriend stalking away in a huff. 

“Holy fuck, I owe you one,” the girl sighed, sinking back into her seat and panting almost as much as he was. She looked at him with big eyes, and the way they dragged up and down his figure left him feeling exposed and nervous. “Actually…”

She didn’t say anything else, but the undeniable chemistry spoke for both of them. They leaned in again and kissed, this time a lot more rushed and desperate. His hands folded through her hair as she felt over his toned chest, and things got heated quickly.

Her hands slid down his abs to the button of his shorts, and he didn’t stop her even as she pulled his zipper down and reached into his boxers. He just kept kissing her— fuck, why wasn’t he stopping her? Why did this feel so good and new, like he was an eager teenager again?

Topper gasped into the girl’s mouth when she wrapped a small hand around him. She smiled, either pleased with the size or the way he was so easy for her. “This alright?” she muttered against his swollen lips, and he blurted out a hundred yes’s before this fantasy could disappear.

He didn’t exactly know what he’d been agreeing to, however, because she stopped kissing him and bent down to his lap. She’d pulled his dick out fully and—wait, oh fuck, she was putting it in her mouth—

Sarah rarely went down on him— oral sex was just something she found degrading in all forms. He wanted to respect her wishes, of course, but it pained him. She was the first girlfriend he’d ever had with an aversion to both giving and receiving, two of his favorite parts of sex. 

But this girl, someone he’d never spoken to before, was changing his life. Out of the few times he’d received a blowjob before, nothing compared to this. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft with a perfect seal around his dick. The spit threatened to drip over his pants, but her vacuum of a mouth kept everything except his throbbing cock dry. 

Thinking about his ex (who was returning any minute) spiked a panic response in his brain that was immediately dissolved by this girl’s mouth. Seriously, he was about to melt into the fucking seat. Who the hell was this girl?

“Oh, fuck, oh my God I’m gonna— ah!” he cried out desperately when she sucked a bit harder, encouraging him to finish. “Where should I— oh, shit— I don’t have a towel or anything—”

But the girl didn’t slow down, not even a little, and slid all the way down until her lips grazed where his shorts were yanked open around his dick. The deepthroating had his head slamming against the headrest and eyes rolling back into his skull. 

He came down her throat with a cry, not even caring that anyone walking in this parking lot could look in and see some stranger sucking him off. 

His hand nearly ripped the oh-shit handle off the ceiling as he came, and the other was digging nails into the center console to keep from head-pushing her. She didn’t stop and swallowed down every drop of cum. She even licked off the excess spit when pulling off his deflating cock. The little freak wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned. 

“That was nice. I’ll see you around, boss.” And she got out of the fucking car, just like that. He didn’t even find out her name. 

He stuffed his sensitive dick back into his shorts and zipped up quickly, but was still breathing heavily and seeing spots when Sarah jumped back in the seat— where the girl just sat. She may have even seen her in the parking lot. 

“Good fuck, sorry that took forever,” she mumbled, but he was too fuzzy to process the half-assed apology. Her eyes drew to where he was shaking and blinking aggressively. “What’s up with you?”

Mysterious blowjob felt like an unwise answer. “Low blood sugar.”

“Well, eat some Skittles or something. You’re weirding me out.”

***

Topper, historically, had immense trouble keeping secrets from anyone. Especially when he had one this extraordinary, he had to tell someone. 

“So you got a blowjob from a stranger while Sarah was in the store?” Rafe repeated, barely dragging his eyes up from his phone by the end of Topper’s story. He nodded. “Crazy story, bro. Didn’t know you were getting into the literotica business.”

“I’m serious!” Topper insisted. He was confident that Rafe wouldn’t give a fuck what he does with or without his sister, considering Rafe was the only man on earth more sick of her shit than himself. “One minute, my dick is down some girl’s throat, the next your sister is telling me about the annoying cashier in the store.”

“Who was the girl?” Rafe asked, though his interest level was dropping in favor of his phone’s glowing notification screen. 

Topper thought back to that day. She’d only been in the car for a few minutes— something he’d be embarrassed about in any other situation. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her face, and from what he did remember, he wasn’t sure he’d seen her around before. 

“I’m… not sure.”

“Cool. Ghost blowjob.”

“Why don’t you ever take me seriously?”

“Because you tell stories about ghost blowjobs!” Rafe jeered.

***

Topper was not handling his stress well. 

Midsummers was approaching, and his back-and-forth with the Cameron girl was causing his hair to prematurely gray. It had been a few days since his semi-public obscene encounter— a mysterious girl appearing and going to third base with him should help him, right?

But no. Instead, he found himself awake at 3:25 in the morning and staring at the ceiling. Rather than lose a night to insomnia, he got dressed and went to the gym (thank God the one at the club was open all hours of the day. He didn’t typically take advantage of this, but nights like these proved it useful).

The parking lot was empty upon arrival, and the fella at the check-in desk was literally slumped in his chair and snoring softly. He scanned in as quietly as possible before starting his workout. 

Rap Caviar hummed out eerily over the deserted gym, so he wore headphones as he started lifting some free weights. After a quick warm-up, he worked on some curls and overhead press-ups. With ankle weights strapped on, he did pull-ups on the bars.

Topper stretched his arm across his torso. This place was the only fucking gym in North America that doesn’t keep the interior at 50°, so he was forced to exercise in just a wife beater that he’d soaked through in minutes. 

Partway through his workout, Topper realized he wasn’t alone. It caught him off-guard, as he clearly expected to be alone during his time there, but the new girl was quiet and kept to herself at first.

At first.

They made eye contact, and she winked so quickly he questioned if he’d imagined it. The girl was just doing light stretches, but his greedy eyes kept taking in her black biker shorts and sports bra— clearly she wasn’t the only one affected by the absurd heat.

But her innocent stretching turned lewd, quickly. At one point, he caught himself fully staring at her completing a standing toe touch, and clearly he hadn’t hidden it well from her either. She smirked and messily drank from her water, letting droplets escape her lips and travel down her neck and chest before soaking her top. If you could call it that.

When she sat in a middle split and stretched so thoroughly she moaned, this was Topper’s cue to leave. He could hear her over his fucking headphones. If he didn’t get out of the gym and fast, she’d catch onto the fact that he was definitely rocking a semi from this personal porn show he got.

Well, she’d catch on if she was a real person and not a sleep deprivation hallucination like he was hoping, for some reason. At least that can be fixed with a good week’s worth of sleep. How does one stop emitting some pheromone that turns strange women into sirens?

In the locker room, Topper retrieved his bag and debated taking a shower here to rinse off the weird feelings he’s been experiencing. When he heard footsteps behind him, he didn’t have to turn around to know who was creeping around.

He spun around and sure enough, the girl from the stretching area of the gym was inches away, close enough for him to see the beads of sweat on her forehead. “You’re not supposed to be in here!” he blurted stupidly and jumped back in fear until his shoulders hit the locker. 

The girl looked behind her to the empty room. “No one here to stop me. Are you gonna tell on me?” she smirked, playing with the hem of his tank top at his shoulder. 

Topper swallowed thickly. He shook his head and shut his eyes as her palms slid down his stomach and worked on lifting his shirt off his body. Once his top was off, she dropped to her knees and eagerly looked up at him. 

She didn’t break eye contact as her hands greedily skimmed over his thighs up to his hips. Her fingers nimbly skirted over the elastic of his gym shorts and his brain went into overdrive; he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Wait, no,” he whined with a traitorous thrust of his hips. “I haven’t showered. I—I’m all sweaty.”

A devious smile grew on her face. “Say less.”

She reached under his waistband and pulled it down, freeing his stiffening cock from his shorts. His face burned; that workout had kicked his ass and he knew he probably smelled like man and sweat, but this didn’t deter her in the slightest.

No, in fact, this freak seemed to be spurred on by it, grabbing his dick and going straight to kissing his sack. Topper was so glad he hadn’t chosen leg day that day, because the way she drooled and sucked on the delicate flesh of his balls had his knees giving out already.

This succubus was insatiable, switching between sucking him off and licking at his balls while using her spit to jerk him off. The noises filling the echoic locker room were foul, wet, breathy. When he asked if he could guide her head, she smiled and dropped a “sure, baby” that made him moan.

Topper had never done things as risky, as insane as this before. He was a missionary at 9 PM with the lights on kind of guy, and he always thought rough, kinky sex was for people who had novels worth of problems to share with their therapists. Topper was a normal boy; he wasn’t cut out for getting his cock sucked by two strangers in public within the same week!

But it sure felt good, though. 

His hips thrust forward and she reared back, clearly not ready for his whole length. Topper knew he was a little bigger than average, but he was losing his composure with her velvety warm mouth around his dick. When she pulled off, a thick string of drool connected her swollen lips to his tip. “Careful,” she said hoarsely. 

She dropped her head down until her nose pressed into the taut skin over his pelvis. The coarse hairs dug into her skin but she didn’t mind a bit, letting the drool from her mouth pool around the base of his cock and drip down his balls. It wasn’t easy, and the girl breathed laboriously through her nostrils, but she didn’t stop even as her throat convulsed around him. 

Topper was in distress. Good distress, if such a thing existed. His hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, but the lockers behind him were smooth and solid. It was becoming harder and harder to stand as the mystery girl continued to suck him off, especially when he felt her tongue start to wiggle against his underside. Was she insane?

His orgasm caught even himself off-guard, washing over him all at once with only enough time to push his cock down her throat. He pulsed and jerked around as he came, and the girl obediently swallowed his load. 

She sat back on her heels, smirking up at Topper trying to catch his breath with a beet-red face. Jingling, manager-like keys echoed from the front of the locker room, so the girl scrambled to hide in the showers as Topper redressed. 

The front desk attendant poked his head in to make sure nothing was amiss, clearly still sleepy from his nap. He nodded to the boy who’d just tossed his shirt on, and left. Topper chose to do the same, grabbing his belongings and dipping out before another sex gremlin would climb out of the ceiling vents and steal his clothes. 

***

By the time Midsummers rolled around, the event was all Topper allowed himself to think about. Even Sarah was confused about his excitement about the dinner, but it wasn’t like he could tell her what else was on his mind. 

“Topper, why do you keep looking at the locker rooms?” Sarah asked, sipping on the vodka cran she surely wasn’t allowed to have. “You act like you saw a freakin’ ghost.”

“And what if I did?” he blurted, voice cracking on the final word. His ex girlfriend slash unwilling date to Midsummer’s looked at him strangely but he still straightened his tie and his posture. “I’m going to get a drink.”

“You have a beer right h—”

“It’s too warm!”

Anything to get away from that table. Maybe if he started binge drinking, his hallucinations and stress and other problems would magically go away. He asked for a shot of ‘literally anything’ before burying his pounding head in his hands.

“That’s a real nice suit,” said a voice from behind him, and he awkwardly spun around to see none other than the girl who’d blown him in the gym a couple days ago. “Tan is your color, for sure.”

He gasped. “You’re real!”

She burst out laughing, and Topper looked down when he realized she wasn’t dressed up like the rest of the party. In fact, she wore a tight black button-down with the sleeves rolled halfway up and matching black slacks. She had on jewelry, but her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail. In her hand were two empty champagne glasses.

“Wait… you work here?”

The girl shrugged, setting the glasses on the nearest surface and creeping in on Topper even more. “Of course I do. How else would my broke ass have access to the facilities here?”

Oh, duh. She’s a Pogue. The other girl probably was as well, and that’s why he didn’t recognize either one of them.

“Girl, you’ll never guess what I just heard from—” the pair was interrupted by, of course, the stranger who had jumped into his car at the Walgreens. Also dressed in the server uniform and tied-back hair, down to the matching jewelry. He’s never really looked at the waitstaff before, but they clearly had been looking at him. “Oh my God,” she said to the girl he’d been speaking to. “This is the guy from the parking lot.”

The other girl’s jaw dropped— fuck, he wished he knew their names. “Shut the fuck up. This is the guy from the gym.”

Topper wanted the fucking earth to open up and swallow him whole. They were friends? How much had these two shared about these escapades? Why did he feel so mortified when none of this was even remotely his fault?

To make matters worse, the girls didn’t even get upset with him. He really expected them to be disgusted with each other or himself, or maybe both, but that didn’t happen at all. In fact, the girls smiled excitedly and turned to him. 

“Wanna have some fun?” the taller girl asked.

He looked between the two of them, brows furrowed. “What did you have in m—?”

***

The dark haired girl slammed the closet door shut, flicking the light on and tightening her hair back. “Are you sure no one will come here?”

The other scoffed. “Yeah, like our lazy ass coworkers are gonna go out of their way to get cleaning supplies.”

He stood, unsure what to do with himself. He fidgeted with his tie as the ladies set their sights on him

The dark haired girl used her teeth to nip at the waistband of his black boxers, pulling them down until his involuntarily hard cock sprang up. They both wasted no time taking turns jerking him off and sucking on the tip. 

Holy fuck. Holy fuck, what the hell is happening right now. At this point, it had to be a set-up, right? Like, no one in the world just gets two strange women to suck your dick in public, only for those exact two women to be on their knees for you a few days later? Was it even confirmed that these ladies weren’t ghosts?

One of them choked on his dick and yeah, no, that’s as real as it gets. The girls worked together, looking up at him with wide, eager eyes while they sucked his cock. He just had to watch in awe as they ran their tongues and lips up and down his shaft without looking away for even a moment. 

Not that he could tear his eyes away from this if he wanted to. In fact, the thought of taking a picture so he’d never forget this as long as he lived flashed in his mind, but he was too shy to ask. Not to mention he isn’t sure he’d be able to hold the phone.

Both seemed to want to use his body as a test for their deep-throating abilities. One would push as far down his cock as she could, only come up for air when it wasn’t bearable any longer, and let the other take a turn swallowing him down. Topper’s eyes were in the back of his skull and not a single noise coming from his mouth was a formed English word. 

They were making so much noise and while Topper was thoroughly enjoying it, he worried that someone passing by would hear the nasty slobbering and gagging noises and want to investigate. He wasn’t exactly being quiet either, of course, with his desperate moans and whimpers. 

“Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum,” he admitted, and the girls seemed to already know what to do. One kept jacking him off as they both waited with tongues out. He finished on both of their faces, painting them while his vision was spotting and his limbs were shaking. He was numb down to his buzzing fingertips. 

He almost felt used, disrespected, as they used the clean towels on the shelves to wipe their faces off. It was like he wasn’t even there, like they’d gotten what they’d wanted as soon as he came. 

He was wrong, though. The taller girl glanced over at the other and back up at Topper. “Say… how big is your backseat?”

[mayisgoingnuts]

MT!ROY

I decided to accept that he's not that deep (/hj) and made my own version of him, mostly because of lore reasons.

TW for mentions of CSA and parent issues

Tagging the crew @merwynsartblog @clownazon @sunny6677 @bulldog-geckorahhhhh @catsockpuppet @royphobia @luzxii @articus-icecream

Leaving the info under the cut because it's long

PERSONALITY/HIMSELF

— His "toughness" changes depending who he's talking to. He'll easily be an ass to people who he can clearly beat up, but it changes if it's someone his age for example. The only thing that makes him truly chicken out is if he notices that he has ZERO, NO chance or if the other person is clearly nuts. Other factors can creep him out aswell but then it's specific.

— Gray-ace, experiences sexual attraction very rarely. However he doesn't care enough about labels to search more about, and simply thinks that he's bisexual.

— Roy is more of a cat person but also really likes dogs. He just finds both of them dumb and funny./pos

— His vision isn't THAT bad right now, but it'll get worse with time. He does forget, but when he notices it he pretends not to.

— Resting pissed face.

— Tends to stim whenever he's too happy, either verbally or physically. He'll either start to stutter a bunch of gibberish or move his hands, normally pulling his sweater.

— 97% of the things he says with his friends would get him hated on the internet. Most of them are fucked up jokes. (<- don't feel bad for his friends they're just as fucked up they laugh their asses off)

FAMILY

— Vanido comes from Carmen, while Richelieu comes from Richard. His uncle is named Charles Richelieu, and is Richard's brother.

— Talks more easily to his dad than to his mom. Although it's mostly either short talks or awkward.

— Roy does loves them but still wish they were nicer and "less annoying". It mostly goes to his mom.

— Charles was a "disappointment" to his type of family and consequently Carmen disliked him, but Richard still has an attachment since they were quite close. That's also why he trusted Roy to go visit him by himself sometimes.

— Carmen almost ended up being more strict than she already is, but harsher demands caused Roy to actually express sadness, discomfort or panic, which made her feel bad and give up.

— They don't like him wearing eyeliner because they think it doesn't fit him at all.

— The only reason Roy won't stay up late (since he gets to be alone) it's because his parents won't let him. If he's caught awake after 00:00 he's scolded, and depending on how many times consecutive, grounded.

SCHOOL

— Studies in a private school and can't tolerate half of his colleagues. There's some cool ones there, but meh.

— Roy already participated in a LOT of school activities, or just activities in general, because his parents wanted him to. It includes violin, golf, advanced classes, swimming, badminton and ice skating. He hates most of these, but has a 'special spot' for badminton.

— Cheats a lot. He has the potential to be smart, but prefers to not take the effort to not explode./hj

— Most teachers don't like him and he's fully aware of that, but every year there's atleast ONE who'll hold a grudge after a single misbehaviour and then proceed to annoy him for no reason.

— Hates the uniform. It has short sleeves and he doesn't like short sleeves. Plus he just finds it ugly.

MENTAL HEALTH (?)

— Neither Roy or his family knows about his BPD or autism, in a diagnosis sense. They just think he's stubborn and going through puberty at maximum, while Roy himself just doesn't know nothing about it. He knows a little about autism because Robert's family is autistic, but assumed he has nothing to do with it for being the complete opposite of them.

— Has a horrible habit of pulling his own hair when too angry and/or stressed. Ross and Robert try to make him stop doing that, and to not have them to worry, Roy decided to try something else, such as biting his cap. It works, but only does it sometimes because he feels like an animal (/vneg) and because he's afraid he might ruin his hat.

— Roy nowadays feels really shitty in the dark thanks to the mansion. It's not exactly scared, more like uncomfortable. Feels worse if it's a big space.

— Roy already fought with Ross and Robert once, and it ended up making him see them as the wrong ones and just bad people because of a single fail. He hated staying by himself, and had thanked God that they decided to approach and apologize, because Roy didn't had the guts to.

— Bullying other kids without being stopped makes him better as he finally feels like being in charge of something.

— As much as Roy finally "knowledged" his own SA, he didn't fully did. Since his struggles with his family are more obvious and constant, that part ended up being "pushed aside" and he still finds it not a big deal; specially because Roy didn't even know what was happening at the time. He'll only face it in the future.

[celli-ohs]

awooga!

part one of accidentally in love! series shy!soobin x popular!reader; college!au, strangers to friends to lovers! fluff, comedy, angst, smut (switch!soobin x switch!femreader)

ATTENTION: This chapter contains SMUT!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! (M18+)

WARNINGS: mentions of drinking, foul language, dry humping, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex

13. post-nut clarity hits different (written chapter 1.9k)

The adrenaline finally catches up to him, and Soobin stumbles back, gripping the counter with white knuckles. He’s shaking, vision getting blurry with tears as his knees begin to buckle. Fuck this was so embarrassing, why did she have to be here tonight? Someone’s calling his name, shaking him by the shoulders, he can’t really make out who it is though, keeping his eyes shut. Everything is so loud, it hurts. Until a gentle pair of hands cup his cheeks, urging him to look up. “Soobin? Are you okay?” Your whispers bring the world to a silent hum. He blinks his eyes open, and is relieved to be greeted by your pretty face, though there’s worry etched into your features. 

“Let’s go home, yeah?” You give him a soft smile, and carefully help him stand. Just having you next to him gives him strength. You wipe his tears and peck his cheek, reassuring him that everything will be okay. Quickly, you wave to your friends a goodbye, holding Soobin’s hand as you walk through the busy house back out to the street where he parked his car. “Come on, I’ll drive.” You tell him, and he hands you the keys. Once you guys are on the road, Soobin feels his worries subside. “I’m really sorry.” His voice is barely above a whisper. You turn to him surprised. “Why? You have nothing to be sorry about.” He shakes his head. “I embarrassed you, I had a breakdown and-“

“Soobin none of that was your fault. You had a very valid reaction to a situation that she started.” You explain to him. “I’m not upset, I promise. I’m more worried if you’re feeling well than anything.” You confess. You’re focusing on the road again as he stares at you. You’re so… perfect. He doesn’t feel like he deserves you. You’re so popular, so loved by so many people, you’ve probably never dealt with someone not loving you like Soobin has. “How are you feeling?” You ask as you park the car. “We’re not at your apartment.” He says aloud. “Yeah, we are at yours. I thought you’d like to be comfortable at home.” You explain, getting out.

You two awkwardly make your way to his and Taehyun’s shared apartment, and Soobin shuffles inside praying none of them left any dirty laundry laying around. “Let’s go to my room.” He mumbles, shyly taking your hand and pulling you down the dark hall. With the sun gone and his blinds closed shut, his room is pitch black. Somehow he sits you down on his unmade bed. You can’t tell if he can see you, but you open your arms regardless, offering him a hug. And he gladly takes it, practically falling into your grasp. You can hear and feel him take a deep breath, releasing the stress through a long exhale. 

You’re leaning against his pillows, petting his hair as he snuggles your chest when you finally speak. “Do you want to talk about it?” You glance down at him, eyes now adjusted to the dark. Soobin shuffles, looking up at you with his big brown eyes and your heart melts. “I don’t want to bring the mood down.” He pouts. “Don’t worry, you won’t.” You reassure him. Soobin pouts even more and finally nods. “We dated for a year- Haewon and I.” He begins to explain. “And I thought everything was going really well, then Yeonjun found her having sex with some guy during a party in the basement bathroom.” 

No wonder he didn’t like going to parties, that must have been traumatic. “When I confronted her, I found out she’d been sleeping with a bunch of different guys for a couple of months.” He sighs, hiding his face from you. “I was so stupid, I had no idea she was cheating when all the signs were there.” His voice breaks and you have to stop yourself from getting upset. You continue to play with his hair. “It was really hard, she told me it was my fault she cheated, cause I was- I was boring.” You can feel Soobin’s hot tears hit your skin and suddenly you're holding his face in your hands. 

“Soobin please believe me when I tell you I think you’re the most interesting and amazing person I’ve ever met.” You tell him. “You are the exact opposite of boring, she has no idea what she’s talking about.” Even with your kind words he can’t look you in the eyes. “I know, but it hurts to hear when it comes from someone you used to love.” You know exactly what he means. Feeling like your words are not enough at the moment, you press a soft kiss to his forehead. “To me, you’re special.” You promise him. 

Soobin can only look at you with adoring eyes, as if you’d just laid the world at his feet. What’s crazy is that you would, you absolutely would if you had the power. You want to convey that to him, make him understand that he is everything you could ever ask for. So you kiss him, hoping your passion can ease his pain. And he accepts, happily letting you devour him. As time passes, you feel more and more frustrated, and can’t help but grind against him. Soobin doesn’t complain, actually moving in sync with you. His growing bulge does not go unnoticed. 

His hands begin to find their way underneath your tube top, massaging your hip and eliciting a moan from your lips. “I want to touch you.” Soobin mumbles against the sensitive skin of your neck making you whimper. “Please,” Is all you can manage to say. With your permission, his hand ventures down beneath your skirt and panties, his fingers rubbing pressure against your clit. You’re already a wet mess and all he’s done is tease you. “I really like you too Y/n,” Soobin suddenly confesses, and you feel like you’re floating. You can’t even look at him when he slowly kisses down your neck to your chest, pulling your top down with his teeth.

“So pretty,” His lips brush past your nipple and you gasp. “Be mine.” Soobin’s deep voice vibrates in your ears, right before he decides to pull your bottoms right off, diving right into your cunt. You can’t even respond, fighting for a chance to breathe as Soobin laps at your pussy like he’s starved. You should have expected someone as talkative as him to know how to use his tongue. “Soobin, Soobin please,” You beg and he pauses just to come back up to kiss you. “What do you need sweetheart?” You’re much too horny to be thrown off by the pet name, you find it endearing really. 

“I need you please,” You ask, hungrily kissing the skin on his chest. Soobin chuckles, causing his body to shake. “Well since you asked so nicely,” He says, before stripping himself quickly. And you physically gulp. You knew Soobin was big, the dude was 6’1” and you swore he got taller every day. But what stood in front of you was such a surprise, that even Soobin hesitated. “Hey, you okay?” He asks, rejoining you on the bed. How do you tell him you’re even wetter without weirding him out? “Yeah,” You nod, looking away from his leaking cock and up at his face. “You’re so pretty.” You smile. 

Soobin pounces on you, grin on his face. “Yeah? I’m your pretty boy?” He teases, but you don’t find it amusing, you believe it. You’re shaking your head eagerly, innocently waiting for his arrival. Just watching you lay there on your back, your entire body exposed to him, it makes Soobin feel so dirty. He stifles a laugh, and leans down to envelope you in a kiss, you greet him with open arms and hopeful lips. “You drive me crazy sweetheart,” He groans, sliding his cock into your entryway. Your breath hitches and for a second you almost regret your decision, because Soobin’s large size has you wincing. 

But the pain subsides and is replaced with pleasure, and you can hear Soobin groaning into your neck. “Holy fuck you’re so tight,” He pants. “Can I- Can I move?” He asks, and you’re reminded of his shyness. “Please fuck me,” You gasp, grabbing his face to place a sloppy kiss. Soobin doesn’t need you to tell him twice, as he begins rocking his hips into yours. You can’t contain your volume, moaning and whining as he spreads you open. Suddenly Soobin pulls away, sitting upright. You begin to feel more exposed than you expected, and in response you cover your face as he pounds into you. 

“Why so shy?” He huffs, one of his hands reaches down to pull your hand away. “I wanna see your beautiful face sweetheart.” The way he calls you his sweetheart has your pussy clenching, you feel so embarrassed yet you don’t want him to stop. His hips never stop moving, and with the way you’re running out of breath, he’s sure you’re about to come. “Oh fuck!” You hiss, a free hand reach up to rub your nipple. Soobin leans down again, he wants to see your face when you come, he wants to see how crazy he can drive you just from his cock. And the sooner you cum, so can he.

He slips a hand down back to your clit, making sure to slightly speed up his pace. “You feel so good, you’re always so good to me,” He begins to praise. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” You whimper, and Soobin uses a hand to hold both of your above your head. “Cum for me, sweetheart, you can do it,” Maybe it was the intense eye contact, or maybe the compliments, whatever the reason, your body listens to him, and suddenly you’re moaning his name like a mantra as the waves of your high come crashing down. You’re convulsing around his cock, and Soobin barely escapes your pussy to cum on your stomach, groaning with every spurt. 

Both of you are panting for air when he lays beside you. You throw an arm over your eyes, exhausted. You don’t even realize Soobin has run to grab a towel and water, until he’s helping you sit up and wiping you down. You pass him the bottle, and he downs the second half as you two lay back down together, naked and sweaty under the covers. “Sorry, I should have grabbed a condom.” Soobin awkwardly apologizes. “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill anyways.” You inform him. “How are you feeling?” You turn to him. He blinks at you curiously. “About the sex or about the party?”

You burst out laughing. “Either or I guess?” You smile, intertwining your fingers together. Soobin shuffles, avoiding eye contact. “Is it weird to say that I’ve never came that hard before?” He admits, and you can’t help but feel proud that you did that. “Actually, I find it flattering.” You tell him, making him giggle. He was too adorable, you just had to kiss him again. You lazily lean in, fatigue taking over your body. “I really like you Y/n,” Soobin confesses. “More than a friend,” This for some reason makes you chuckle. “Yeah you better, especially after what we just did.” You poke fun. You can physically hear Soobin rolling his eyes. “Shut up and go to sleep, idiot,”

“You just said you like this idiot!”

“Yeah, I can’t help it,”

“You’re lucky, I like you a lot too.”

Bonus:

Taehyun initially found Soobin and Haewon arguing in the kitchen

When Haewon kissed Soobin, Taehyun immediately ran to find Y/n

Jen (who was watching Y/n destroy the boys in beer pong) overheard what happened and tried to fight Haewon

Keeho had to intervene before Jen yanked Haewon's hair out

Keeho picked Jen up and threw her over his shoulder because she wasn’t cooperating

Sunoo may or may not have seen Keeho and Jen leave together later that night

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[bambiesfics]

do u have any headcanons for loser ellie? <3

Sorry if these arent as yummy, I just woke up and I’m so eepy. But these are what I could think up <3 This is such a random collection of thoughts but!

- I think Ellie has a red Coca-Cola themed mini fridge in her room where she stores monster energy drinks and her elf bars so they pull cool when she smokes them.

- She has a vision of -2.00 in one eye and -2.50 in the other eye, but hates putting on her glasses because she’s afraid it makes her look nerdier than she already is.

- She doesn’t use conditioner, only shampoo. And when girls at school flirt with her and ask how her hair is so soft she just tugs on a tiny lock of it and awkwardly tries to avoid eye contact. “Uh-I uh…I dunno. Do you think it’s soft?”

- She falls in love fast, and hard. An absolute master at obsessing over someone so much so that thinking about her crush at night time has been her favorite mechanism to fall asleep at since she was in middle school.

- She owns like 4 pairs of converses and only one pair of doc martens. She still winces thinking about the amount she spent on those. She’s had the same shoe size since she was in middle school so all her converses are beat up.

- Her preferred method of masturbating is angrily fingering herself and she usually does it with a pillow over her head. She’s always pissed after, she doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s because of the sudden dopamine drop from her nut. Or maybe it’s because she’s tired of imagining fucking the same girls she can’t have & who will never want her back. There’s only so many times she can imagine eating a pretty girl’s butt until they squirt on her glasses before she starts getting pissed that it isn’t actually happening, mid-masturbation sesh. She grinds her g-spot until she cums, lazily rinses her hands, and just lies face down on her pillow in a stiff plank position.

- She listens to 40 year old dad rock the most. Think Aerosmith, Depeche mode, Papa roach, Deftones (she has a complex about that) and Alice in Chains. She’d slowly built up a collection of her most loved songs since she was 12 years old. So all her favourite bands and artists are a collection of music she holds near and dear to her heart. Don’t don’t even try it though, it doesn’t matter if you listen to those bands too, you cannot suggest one North American song to Ellie that she hasn’t already heard of. She’ll always know more music than you, even though her Spotify music obscurity rating is like top 6%

- She oddly knows more pop songs than you too. Even though she doesn’t listen to them nearly as much.

- She has slight ringing in her left ear from how loud she usually blasts her headphones at night. Sometimes when the noise really pisses her off, she leaps off her bed and loads up her playstation instead. Which then lead to 10am’s the very next day where her eye bags are a deep purple and she walks through the halls like a freckled ghoul.

- she uses the broken skateboard she used to skate when she was 17, as decoration in the corner for her room.

- she has 17 Etsy bookmarks saved from different tarot love spell practitioners. One time she dm’d one and just went into very scary explicit detail about how she wanted you to notice her, where the scene would be, what she’d be wearing, the first time you’d let her give you head, the fact that you’d be ovulating (that one was really important), and what type of pregnancy cravings you’d have when the inevitable happened and she married you (you weirdly had cravings for her current fav snacks: snickers and carton almond milk).

- she also knows she’s a loser. Scarily self aware girl.

- One time her and her counsellor just stared at each other, and blinked back and forth the entire sesh.

[small-sinclair]

More Band!Au Sinclair HCs that no one asked for:

Au belongs to: @arkunder

Bo and Lester had a drinking contest on stage. Vincent was so disappointed.

They play rock-paper-scissors if one of them has to do an interview.

Ask Vincent about his hidden goldfish snacks! He has them hidden everywhere. He’ll just pull a little bag out of nowhere sometimes.

Bo is, indeed, in therapy. Not for drinking but for mental health.

They once live streamed Bo and Vincent playing chess for a charity event. They are both really good at playing.

Lester went off stage for a moment and came back with nachos. He didn’t play the drums for a set, so the twins did the heavy lifting.

The three brothers had the world’s hottest soup to see who can eat more. No one was surprised when Lester won.

They actually love playing catch! They have baseball gloves and a ball they bring. Before a show, they play catch and chill.

Vincent has a base that looks like a mermaid tail.

They went to a nursing home and played for an elder fan. She was 97 year old and loved heavy metal music. She died a few days after later. In honor of her, Vickey wrote a song and named it after her: “Lilith”.

One time, someone passed a fiddle to the stage and Bo took it. He opened up the case and started tearing into it. The crowd went nuts.

They have sibling tattoos. Bo has a sun, Vincent has a moon, and Lester has a star. It’s on their back.

Bo once sung in French during a song out of boredom. The girls and the gays went nuts.

Vincent likes smoking lavender cigarettes.

A kid placed a flower crown on Lester’s head. He nearly cried.

During a meet and greet at a convention, Bo held a crying baby and calmed them down to let the staff member take a little break.

Whenever they go to award shows, Bo wears his black suit and tie; Vincent wears a three piece suit with a Vincent von Gough themed tie; and Lester is in his finest blue jeans, shiny cowboy boots, a nice plaid, and wears his Luisiana belt buckle.

During an outside show, Lester came on stage with an opossum in his arms. Where did it come from? No one knows.

Whenever Vincent goes out to do charity work and Bo comes with him, the twins like to have fun! They’ll color and play with the kids, let them draw on their arms, and put things in their hair. At the end of the day, they do a group photo with everyone they spent time with and hang the photo in the bus. Vincent puts one in his base case.

Bo has an emotional support stuffie named Snuffles. It’s an alligator.

Vincent stopped the show and hopped off stage. Someone brought their cat and he wanted to pet it.

Speaking of cats, whenever they do an outdoor show, Vincent found a kitten stuck in the sound system under the stage. He crawled under the stage and brought them out. Shes named Soundwave and is loved by Jonesy and the fans.

Bo loves playing the piano before the show starts. He’ll come out in his heavy metal outfit and sits next to the keyboard and play classical music like Mozart.

On Saturdays during the summer, they take the day to go to farmer markets and pop-up sales in the little towns by the city. They wear ‘disguises’ when they go. Some people are able to figure them out, some don’t.

When Louisiana flooded, the boys went back home and helped cleaned up the town (I’m assuming Ambrose is still an alive town). Bo helps rebuild houses and sheds, Lester helps cleaning the mud and the muck along with returning any loose critters to the DNR for recovery, and Vincent cooks d and pass out food at a crisis center. If they have to, they’ll give blood.

SIDE NOTE:

Whenever they go home to Ambrose, everyone treats them normal as if they’re not famous. It gives them some space to breathe.

They don’t stay for too long, maybe a weekend or a week. If they stay longer, Bo is down at the garage, Vincent is in the art and hobby store, and Lester cleans up the roads and road kill. They also take this time to help their next door neighbor, Mr. and Mrs. Lane. They’re like grandparents to them.

They live in their own house while Trudy and their father are in the house from the movie. Because Trudy doesn’t approve of them doing this, she doesn’t visit them, and Victor ignores them.

[trashlie]

Love and Deepspace Thoughts

I promised some thoughts about Love and Deepspace and we're a week into the game and I think I can finally ramble about it for a while. I've been immensely enjoying myself and screaming daily with my friends lol and I think I've been able to formulate my thoughts pretty well! Idk how many people actually wanna read this, but I always love to have a record of my thoughts - especially something this early in game, because knowing papergames, there's going to be so much angst, so many twists and turns, and I'm already seeing a lot of threads of how things could play out and I like to be able to look back and see how wrong I was lol.

I play on the North American server and have completed chapter 7, so this will be full of spoilers for story content, as well as a lot of spoilers for anecdotes, tender moments, and some of the myth stuff - I'll try to denote where I'll mention certain spoilers in case you're trying avoid certain things, but it'd be impossible to write all of my sincere thoughts and capture all of what I really love and am looking forward to without spoilers, unfortunately.

Below will have a lot of thoughts on the current LIs as well as speculation about the 2 coming LIs, as well as their dynamics, and further speculation on where I think - or maybe just would like to see - the story could be going. To be clear, I have not cleared all anecdotes or myths, as I'm trying to savor things and good lord I cannot pull all those cards; a lot of this is compilation between my experiences as well as @poisonheart and further things I've read and discussed in the server. I will also be approaching this as a longtime player of MLQC, papergames' other otome game, because I cannot help but see the comparisons between the game and sing the praises of where I feel like they've grown and refined, but I don't think you'll need to have played MLQC to read this - you can honestly just ignore those bits lol >A<

What I can outright, sans spoilers, say is that I'm really enjoying Love and Deepspace so much and I think that it's come at a really good time for me, personally, as a MLQC player, because there's so much in game that's been completed and we're basically going through the motions doing our dailies, waiting for our new chapter events or participating in the occasional events (if you aren't hoarding resources for SP wish tree events) so it feels SO refreshing to dive into a new game that takes place in the same universe/world but have so much new stuff to uncover, so much new lore, new characters to meet and get to know. In MLQC I have a very clear favorite, but so far in LADS, I find that while I think I might have a favorite, I really enjoy all three LIs so much and I don't feel bad when I pull someone else's card, because it means I get to gobble all the lore! I don't feel like "UUUGGHH THIS GUY" when we get to X's chapter route. Perhaps it's just that LADS really caters to specific tropes and cliches in a way that I enjoy, but I feel so much like they've done these characters great justice! This goes for the MC, too, who doesn't feel at all like a cookie cutter MC meant to be a stand in for our own self-insert, but rather has a lot of personality of her own, is feisty and discerning.

Also, I gotta give a lot of props to the character customization features. I understand why people are upset that you can only change your hair and hair color in the photobooth function, but we rarely see MC out of that feature - so much of the game is in first person POV - and the times that we do see her, she's seen from the back, so maintaining the same hair for all characters allows them to keep something they can use for her stand in in such scenarios. But the customization is legit nuts! You can do so much with it, I spent so long tweaking mine the day before the game launched! I want to make side accounts I will never play just to play with that function lol

But let's get into the good stuff!

I really cannot sing the praises for the LIs enough, and that's going to be the bulk of what I'll talk about, because even this early in game, there's so much nuance to the LIs in both their characters as well as their dynamics with MC. Everyone brings a little something different to the table, and with what little we know of the upcoming LIs, I think even if for some reason the current LIs don't work for people, maybe the new ones might? But personally, I am so invested in all three of them! While I think I have a definite ranking in favor forming, it's not like it means I dislike any of them at all, and I'm always so eager to learn more!

One thing I'd like to mention before getting into it is that I love the inclusion of the myth cards, and though they are treated as alternate universes, I think it's more like they are previous or parallel timelines, but I'll try to get into that a little more as I talk about the characters!

From what I can see so far, I think Rafayel is one of the more popular fans with the North American/English-speaking fanbase - and it's not hard to see why! He's sassy, provides good comedy, he's fun to bully, and he's really pouty. I had a feeling he would be my favorite from the get go, just because I tend to have a thing for really pathetic men lmao and I have SUCH a fondness for him. I said I think I have a ranking forming, but it feels WRONG to rank them because that's how much I really like them, but if I had to, Rafayel's #2 position is really, REALLY close to #1! But the thing is, it's not just because of all of those traits above. I'd argue that he's one of the characters who has a lot of iceberg depth, as in there's a lot of depth to him that may get ignored or glossed over because of the sass and brattiness that accompanies, or even masks, it. As poisonheart puts it, the comedy hides the pain - and Rafayel comes with a LOT of pain! There's a delicious complexity to him where he is one part needy and clingy, but also one part resentful and hurt. MC made a promise that she doesn't recall - whether it was in this life or another - and you really get the sense that Rafayel wants to settle the score, but at the same time his feelings get in the way of those bitter, hurt feelings, and I really enjoy this complexity a lot! I think it elevates all of the sassiness, gives it a purpose and meaning.

Take his Nightly Stroll Bond: on the one hand it comes across as comedic and even manipulative -and it is! But when you get into it, you understand why. That's not to say if I think there's justification for manipulation because that's not what I'm here for; I'm just here for a good time and a good time I'm having. But when Rafayel says "It's been 800 years!" I don't think that's an exaggeration - he just isn't talking about just the day that he waited. Is faking an injury/illness and checking himself into a hospital overkill? Sure lol but that's what makes him so delightful to me. There's all of this hurt and unaddressed resentment, but as much as that, there's all of these feelings! Because even though he's hurt, he CARES about MC, SO MUCH. That's the problem! It would be easier if he didn't care, but he does. He's so needy, so clingy, he wants her attention because he's waited for so long while she was off, having forgotten him, living a life that abandoned and left him behind while he waited and waited and listen ;~; my stinky fish man I'm so sorry I cannot wait for her to learn the truth. I want to know SO BADLY what happened! When did they meet, anyway? He makes a comment on the homescreen when he's sulking lol about "See you in three months... three minutes, landlubber"

HOW LONG DID HE WAIT FOR HER IF ONE MINUTE IS ONE MONTH TO HIM?!

And listen, idk what anyone else thinks, but the end of chapter 7 had me in my FEELINGS, with the way he tried to leave her at the bottom of the ocean - but he couldn't, because of their promise, because he's unable to go back on it, because even though she forgot all about him and their promise and went about her life without a memory of him, he can't do that. It's the hurt! It's the resentment! It's the confliction between his feelings, because it seems like they take up equal space - his hunger for her attention, for what feels like she was so fickle to give and take away, the way she meant so much to him and he feels like it wasn't the same ;A;

(I've contemplated how possible it is that they met when she was younger, before she was attacked in the Wanderer incident 14 years ago, and if that could somehow have affected her memory, but I feel like it must be something greater, because seeing the fish glow in his heart means the vow they made was binding, so something strong must've caused her to forget. But that's also why I've contemplated if this was in another life? I'm less sure about this, because in Rafayel's second anecdote, he crosses paths with MC at university, though of course she doesn't recognize or recall him, and he specifically recognizes her voice. "Though her voice has matured, her pronunciation, enunciation, the rhythm of her speech, and even the emphasis in her sentences... Every word strikes like a drumbeat, awakening long-buried memories in his mind" It feels more likely that it happened while they were younger. Also I feel like this passage really encompasses her significance, that he can recall these details, to recognize them after so much time ;~; stinky fish you make my heart ache ;~;)

I appreciate so much that they've given Rafayel so much depth, that under the comedy of his pathetic, sulky exterior is so much reason for it, that there's an undercurrent of resentment and something dark - after all, we haven't actually uncovered what happened with the painting and Raymond. We saw the mermaid skeleton in his house - was Rafayel seeking revenge for his people?

But Rafayel also shows tremendous emotional sensitivity, in ways that sometimes catch me off guard. I distinctly remember lol sitting in shock after 4-3, and the text from Rafayel that pops up asking MC if she got the thing, telling her about how he asked a seagull to send a white seallshell why hasn't it arrived yet lol and I remember going "NOT NOW RAFAYEL READ THE ROOM ;~;" and then he goes on, telling her "if you draw on it and put it into the ocean the sea will carry the feelings you poured into the drawing to the soul you yearn for" and I just started SOBBING lol ;~; It was just so.... poignant but so simple. He didn't say I'm sorry for your loss or my condolences or anything like that - it was his own chaotic, weird method, but it was sincere. Likewise, he shows that similar sincerity in Ocean At Night, despite initially dismissing paper lanterns as silly human traditions - a lantern will be blown out why would you put all your hope in something so fleeting - coming around to using his own flame, that will never go out, to light a lantern for MC with the prayer that her hopes will never go out. ;~; Listen, I cried. I was TENDER my heart was soggy ;~;

And while I know people love a good pathetic man and enjoy chaotic sass and the fact that we really, truly NEVER know where his plots are going to go lmao - always an adventure with him - I hope they appreciate that depth and don't disavow the darker elements of him that give reason to those core elements of him. Rafayel is a character that carries his hurt and bitterness on his sleeve, rather than hiding it or shoving it away, and I really look forward to exploring it and all the messiness it has to offer, and how it will play out for MC.

On the very far end of the spectrum is Zayne. He's the character I expected to not be too fond of, so I was so pleasantly surprised as we got to know him to find myself proven wrong! I expected him to be... hm... I guess colder? More prickly? Than he turns out to be? And, admittedly, he is still rather aloof and cold on the surface, but I think it helps that he and MC have that history and that we are introduced very early to them through the A Frozen Promise Bond. It made it readily apparent that Zayne was not a cold and aloof person because he was too lofty or something but rather... it just seemed like maybe he'd been someone more awkward when he was younger, someone who didn't know how to connect very well with the daughter of this family friend, but he still tried. The snow seal took me out, you guys ;~; I never moved on from that!!!!!!

Despite seeming so cold, there's a certain kind of warmth to Zayne, just under the surface. He shows his care and concern in the ways he knows best, as MC's PCP, caring about her well being and health, but their Tender Moments are a collection of wonderful moments showing them growing closer, getting to know each other better as people, as friends and equals. For the record, Starry Nocturne hurt me so much, but it did two things I thought were so important. a. It showed that he was not infallible, which I think is very important, because often characters are written in their roles as geniuses who never fail, or else accomplish the impossible, and to see him lose a patient, while painful to read, made him so human but also b. It gave him that moment of vulnerability with MC where he could lean on her. It's so, SO important! for a MI to be able to lean on the MC, I feel, for them to be those equals, for him to be able to be vulnerable with her, but especially so for a character like Zayne who feels very reserved and closed off.

MC makes statements about feeling like there's distance between her and Zayne, especially when they first come back into each others' lives for the first time, so getting to indulge in these little Tender Moments of them taking little steps towards each other, closing that gap between them, is so satisfying! Having that history gives them a dynamic unlike Rafayel or Xavier's with her, because she has her memories of their childhood, of who he was when they were younger, and who they are now, and can compare the warmth of him opening up, of the chuckles and laughter she elicits from him. They also have this kind of flirtship I really enjoy - something very coy, not in an uwu so shy way just.... very coy, both dancing around the bush, before one of them calls it what it is - I thought the A Heartfelt Paradise Tender Moment a really good example of this!

It's so easy to read Zayne as being cold and aloof, but he really does have so much warmth, he just isn't good at showing it. He doesn't wear things on his sleeves like Rafayel or MC. But good LORD when he's in private....!!!!!!! The Business Trip Memoria TOOK. ME. OUT!!!!!! This is the game launch and they're already throwing this at us?! It was, to me, such a mature kind of date to give us? Two people who have had to grow used to each other's absence in their lives, and continue having to make space for those absences, as both are busy people - Zayne, a dedicated cardiac surgeon and MC a hunter - and what it means to grow used to the absence and to miss each other. But listen - when MC got in his lap?! She was touching his mouth? His face?! "What did you want me to do, in front of all those people?" he asked her? SIR?!

HELLO?! Girl. Listen.

I had to fan myself alfjkkfkjafjkafkjaf lmao

I looooooove them for that element of normalcy - for the people who have important careers and lives that they have to attend to, but still find the room for each other in their lives. The implication that Zayne rushed his way through school, took on grueling workloads and lacked a social life amongst classmates much older than him, not because he loved learning or even because he was so dedicated to his career - but because it was his way back to MC, so that he could return to stand in front of her? GOD. HOW DO YOU MOVE ON FROM THAT? HOW DO YOU HANDLE THAT? Knowing that he did it all so that he could stand in front of you again? HOWLING pls LISTEN.

Zayne may feel cold on the surface, but he is SO warm, he cares so much. And not just about MC, either. Thank God, too, because I'm not huge on the "Cold man only cares about the woman he loves" type, but Zayne cares so much about his patients, and making sure they feel seen, cared about? His first anecdote had me crying about seniors in hospitals with no relatives to accompany them to their examinations ;~; What a man.

I haven't had a chance to dig into his myth yet, which is a shame, but his third anecdote DID destroy me. I'm not even exaggerating, I was sobbing in my bedroom - and the worst part is I knew it would be painful going in and I still wasn't braced for impact enough! I mean, frankly, both his second and third hurt but nothing like the third! Parallel universe Zayne in a grim reaper role where he must kill humans turning into Wanderers - so very opposite the surgeon version of him who does everything he can to save people, both of them living parallel lives to each other, experiencing each others' lives through their dreams/nightmares. THIS HAS ME SCREAMING!!!!!

So much of MLQC has a lot to do with timelines - parallel worlds, some alternate universes, a whole timeline that's technically the same timeline reset but also still moving forward...... lol I can't help but think about where all of this fits in to LADS. Even though the Myth storylines are taken as alternate universes.... I think they're part of everyone's stories. We see echos of them. I haven't finished Rafayel's but even little moments, like making a break for it and having to run to escape attention echos a scene of Rafayel and the Princess MC making a mad dash in the market alley to escape the palace guards. It feels especially true for Xavier and MC, which I'll get to. But especially with Zayne - whose myth, again, I haven't been able to dig into, but seems to pose him as a sort of god, a forseer - we have two very different timelines/events now: his myth/Philos story and his parallel Grim Reaper self. How many timelines/parallel universes are we playing with, I wonder....?

I really want to revisit this in the future when I do get to dig into his myth, because I can see how Rafayel and Xavier's myths tie into their identities and their dynamics with MC, but I don't know yet how any of that works for Zayne and MC! I'm so intrigued, I can't wait!!!!

And finally, Xavier. God, I should have known lol in retrospect I should have realized Xavier would be my weak spot but listen..... sometimes I gotta lie to myself lol I love everything about him, the seemingly gentle eepy man who is also simultaneously a walking weapon of mass destruction but also so easily stumped by a UFO machine lol. Much like Rafayel, I'm especially fond of him because of the depth and dynamics, but also, honestly, much like Rafayel, he just checks all the boxes. Poisonheart puts it best when she says Xavier is the perfect middle-ground of the two - he's not as sassy as Rafayel is, but he'll still roast MC, he's very grounded and comes off a little aloof sometimes, but he doesn't seem nearly as aloof as Zayne, and he's also really unintentionally funny! He plays the middle-ground of them SO well. And where Zayne was working hard in order to show up in front of MC again and Rafayel has a score to settle but also so much neediness, it feels like Xavier has a LOT of karma to make up for.

Now, I personally don't have his myth cards, but poisonheart does, so everything I know I've experienced via her and all of our hours of screaming lol and the thing that really gets me the most about Xavier and MC is like..... okay it's the way he's clearly this really incredibly strong guy, but he plays the submissive prey role so well? lol He begs if she tells her to, he doesn't resist, he indulges her, he plays along - but when the mood strikes, he'll pull the dominant switch and flip the table and alkfjlFKJKAFJ ALKJFAF LAKJFAKFKJFAJ AFLKJD GODDDDDDDD IT GETS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Xavier has that sense of like.... everything for MC, right? Like he's making up for a lifetime. There's implications that maybe he's been searching through space and time for her, trying to find her, that they've lost and each other countless times before - or rather, she's lost him - and his Shooting Stars myth supports this. Sometimes it's really subtle, sometimes it stands out so much I'm in agony. She remarks so often how he feels so distant, like he's as out of reach and mysterious as a star. She has nightmares about him disappearing and he is incredibly reassuring about staying, about not leaving. And maybe I'm reading into it, but he even talks about her hanging on tight, like maybe if she's strong enough, she can keep him from ever being taken away, keep them from being separated this time.

He's also the one who feels like he's actually endured all the years. Rather than separate timelines or parallel worlds it feels like Xavier has actually traveled through space and time, like he's the same Xavier from the myth himself, which makes him talking about the loneliness of stars so much worse. How long has he been alone, searching for her? ;~;

But their dynamic just really gets to me - it's those echos, the way MC subconsciously acts on them, and how indulgent Xavier is towards her. It's the playful teasing and the gentleness and how he plays so submissive and docile but when the mood strikes he can switch it up and catch her (and me!!!) off guard. It's the way he texts LMAO never writing out you or one lmao (which is marginally better than Rafayel's COMPLETE LACK OF PUNCTUATION LMAO ALFKAJFKJAFKJAFKJAFJK) It's the way he has that innocent baby face and could absolutely get away with murder.

Initially I had contemplated if it was possible he is actually a star and while maybe that isn't true I am still not certain he's human - at least he's not from our world (especially if he really is the very Xavier from the myth) but I still like to think of him as one, because he wears the star motif so well and likens himself to one so often. Also, look, I am a SUCKER for a star motif. I was doomed from the start lol.

There's just something about the agony and TRAGEDY in their past, in the echos, the subconscious fears, and the sheer indulgence!!!!! It's MC telling Xavier he might be her enemy later and the distress it caused him, prompting him to share his access privileges with her to earn her trust ;A; It's the way he's apparently spent DECADES, at the VERY LEAST, on our earth AND HE'S A TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE COOK lmaoooooooo it's the stupid little lines he says because he's not as overtly clingy and pouty as Rafayel but an armful of plushies is a dreadful thing because then he doesn't have a free hand to hold MC's hand !!!!!!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS?! WHINES

I could write a whole essay about Xavier and I'm restraining myself and attempting to be really, really normal about him okay?

But yeah for him it's that depth of like... the guilt and agony he carries - because not only does leaving her hurt him, but it hurts himself, too. That unbearable loneliness, the endless wait, hoping, wondering, unsure of when, or if, he'll find her again, but refusing to give up - and when he does, endeavoring to make up for it. Like, as it is, there's something about strong men being submissive that is so lakkjfkafkjfkjaf alfjakfaf but it's the way Xavier does it with MC that is soooooo INDULGENT, so VERY "for you, because it's you" that makes me want to chew my keyboard and howl at the moon and every time he reassures her he won't leave I feel dread but also I want it to be true.

I know how papergames operates. I know Xavier may mean it, but I also know.... ;A;

And to think, this is all JUST THE LAUNCH STUFF! We haven't even passed chapter 8 yet lmao We don't even have all our LIs! We've (maybe?) yet to meet our antagonist? WHICH I'M EXCITED ABOUT BTW

Listen.

I have some thoughts and I'll try to keep them short (yknow, for me) because this is already long and rambly and maybe I can just expand on this later but: Sylus and Caleb are confirmed as LIs right? But are they the same person or not??????

If Sylus = Caleb it gives us a LOT of potential for exploring some really complex, grey morality. I mean, no matter what, Sylus is going to bring grey morality lol but especially if it turns out Caleb is actually secretly the leader of Onychinus, because it brings that whole "Who is this person I thought I knew?" and more so because Onychinus is poised as an enemy to the Hunter's Association.

But something Papergames has done in MLQC and I fully expect them to do here is explore grey morality, not only in Onychinus, but the Hunter's Association. Xavier's Tender Moments Garden of Secrets brings up the implication that some Wanderers are, in fact, intelligent, and while it's rare, it can occur. And with parallel world Grim Reaper Zayne having to kill people before they turn into Wanderers it begs the question of this world: can that happen here, too? And it gets into the moral conundrums. That's not to say the Hunter's Association are bad for killing Wanderers and protecting people but it starts to bring up questions, because in Grim Reaper Zayne's world, this is being covered up. What about this world? There's also the question of what is Onychinus even doing? I fully expect to find that whatever their objective is, it will be a question of the greater good and if the ends justify the means and the such.

Ultimately, an antagonist LI has to be sympathetic in some fashion, because how else are they going to write the story for them lol. Like they can certainly have Bond/Memoria/Tender Moments that are more about the combative element of their relationship meeting the chemistry that draws them to each other, but at any rate, there has to be something that draws them to each other and makes them care, right? So therefore, he can't be entirely bad, or at least MC has to be able to empathize with him and his objective, or the cause of it or something like that.

If Caleb = Sylus, that might be more achievable because of their history, but obviously that isn't a requirement, and that can also make it more complex, because again, that whole "this person I thought I knew".

I think there's a possibility for that overlap partly because we already have a LI with a history with MC - but to be fair, Zayne's history with MC is very different than Caleb's and has a different dynamic, so even if they didn't give him the villain route, it would still play out very differently and give them a significantly different enough dynamic that I don't think it would be a big issue.

If he's not Sylus, then there's still a lot of avenues to explore with Caleb. They've already implied that Caleb wants to take care of MC, wants her to lean on him and let him play that role for him, to stop being so strong in front of him, and I think that could very well affect his story and what has lead to his "death". Being in the airforce makes me wonder if it's possible that the military is associated in any way with Onychinus - after all, didn't he say that he does top secret work involving the deepspace tunnel, and isn't Onychinus interested in that? It wouldn't be the first time a government agency was written as being corrupt lol (and again there could be a lot gray morality here where Onychinus isn't necessarily inherently bad). Caleb could have gotten involved simply by his job.

There's the revenge angle, if he, too, was an experiment subject (which would make sense because why did Granny take him in as well?) and wanting to get back at? the people who experimented on them. Or wanting to be more involved? A spy case? SO many possibilities and I'm really excited to see where it all goes!

I think regardless of how Caleb is reintroduced to the story, I imagine there's going to be some kind of conflict - his "death" and then reappearance.... did he know that was going to happen? was it planned? was he involved? I don't think they'll bring him back and yay! now she has a family member back but I think there will be some kind of strife to work through, some good ol angst that really plays with the dynamic of feeling hurt and betrayed but wanting to return to the old times that can never be returned to, wanting to seek refuge in someone who maybe doesn't exist anymore, being drawn to someone you cared so much about and feeling so conflicted about it alfkjkfjkjafjkaf kj

I JUST HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS!!!!!!!!!!

This is such a rambling mess so kudos to anyone who made it this far. Maybe I'll manage to write some more bitesized thoughts later @___@

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Tickletober-2024 Day 2: Chase

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

lee!vash, ler!wolfwood

Summary: Vash was somehow annoying and Wolfwood had enough.

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"Get over here spiky hair!"

"NAHAhah-stay ahaway!!"

Vash wasn't entirely sure how he ended up in this situation.

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It had been a long day, the four of them driving for hours across the bland landscape. Their water supply was still pretty full, and their food was tasting good.

Basically, the drive was so uneventful, it was boring.

Roberto was napping in the passenger side, while Meryl drove. The two of them had been taking turns when Roberto was sober.

Wolfwood and Vash were in the back. Vash had been talking for hours, about what, he didn't remember. He was just so restless after being stuck in a car for hours. Wolfwood looked bored the whole time, but that was fine, Vash just needed to talk before he went nuts with just his own thoughts.

That's when it happened.

Vash didn't know what he said, but suddenly Wolfwood sat up straight.

"Pull over." He demanded, "I need to talk with Spiky hair."

The way he said talk sent shivers down Vash's spine. Did I do something wrong?

Meryl just rolled her eyes and slowed the car into a stop, happy for any excuse for a break.

"What did I do?" Vash whined as he and Wolfwood exited the car. "I was just talking."

"That's the problem, idiot." Wolfwood walked around to face him, a scowl on his face. "You're too noisy and I want a nap."

"Well, sure, I can be quiet." Vash rolled his eyes. "You just needed to ask."

"I don't believe you." Wolfwood stepped closer. "I think you need to let out all that pent up energy." He was right in Vash's face.

"So what, we're gonna talk outside the car?" Vash knew he was being too snappy, but seriously, 3 hours in a car will do that to someone. "I hate to break it to you, but that won't heEEAGH!"

Vash lept back, rubbing his hand against his ribs where Wolfwood had pinched. It had tickled.

"Why did you..." Vash's voice petered out as he saw that look in his friends eyes. He took another step back, his hands going up in a placating gesture. "Now Wolfwood... Let's not do anything silly..."

"Isn't being silly your whole thing?" Wolfwood smirked and cracked his knuckles. "This should be right up your alley." He raised his hands into claws. "Now let's get you tired out."

"You know whahat? Ihi'm tired nohow-" Vash backed away from the car and the sinister being in front of him.

Said being just grinned, an evil sparkle in his eye. "Run."

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"Woholfwoohoohd, stahap chasing mehehe!" Vash stumbled up a dune, giggles slipping out when he saw his hunter close behind.

"I will if you stop running!" He paused to gasp for breath. "This would be over sooner if you would stay still!" He lunged at the blond.

"naAH!!" Vash dived under his legs and rolled back down the hill, narrowly avoiding his clutches. "Seehee yuh!" He cackled as he picked up speed, having way to much fun with their new version of tag.

Wolfwood growled, fighting a genuine smile at the silliness that man seemed to project. "I'm coming for you, Vash the Stampede!" He leapt down.

Vash leapt to his feet and turned to see where the brunette was, and all but shrieked when he saw Wolfwood rapidly gaining on him, using the momentum from the downhill to sprint super fast.

"MEHERYHL!" He ran for the car, "HEHELP MEHE!"

Meryl, who had been stretching and pacing next to the car while the two men ran around the area, rolled her eyes and slid into the driver's seat. She winked at Vash.

"W-Wait!!" He was almost there, "Whahat are yo-"

And just as he was about to grab the handle, the sound of the lock clicking rang out, louder than a siren.

He stared in stunned silence at Meryl, who waved cheekily at him. Did she just-

"wAAUGH!" Wolfwood collided with his back, tackling to the ground, pinning him on his stomach.

"I caught you!" Vash's heart lept into his throat at the sinister tone Wolfwood's voice took. He began to struggle, trying to knock him off. Those nervous giggles came back full force.

"W-Wahahit, buhuhuddyhehe, lehets talk a-abohut thiIS-EEAAHAhahahaha-NAHha!"

Two evil hands vibrated deeply into his ribs, making those awful, silly sparks spread through his torso, pulling the loudest cackles from his wide, smiling, mouth.

"Ohoho, no." The self-proclaimed under taker couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him. Vash's laugh was way too contagious. "You've done more than enough talking today. It's time we make sure you get all that restlessness out." He switched to scratching his higher ribs, which certainly got a good reaction.

"WohohlfwohoOHOHHAHAHAHAAA!!" The gunman's legs began kicking frantically behind him, trying to either assist in escaping or distract him from those wiggly fingers wrecking his nervous system. "I-CAHAHAHAHAAANT!! EEAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Case in point." Wolfwood shook his head, grinning, "Look at how much energy is going already! We'll be done in no time."

"Try not to kill him!" Meryl called from her seat, having rolled down the window. She smiled at Vash's bright pink, laughing face. He should laugh for real more often.

"Don't worry, it's gonna take more than a little tickling to off the famous outlaw, Vash the Stampede." Wolfwood pulled a hand away to give her a thumbs up, switching to pinching up and down the blonde's ribcage, giving him a little break.

"eheheheheheh" Vash just lay there, trying to breath evenly. His face felt sore from smiling so much and his brain felt squishy. How long has it been since anyone tickled me? he wondered. No one sense Rem... He felt his heart grow a bit heavy at the thought. It was always fun playing silly games with her. Rem...

"Hey, spiky hair!" Wolfwood's voice jolted him out of his spiral, or maybe it was the scribbling between his shoulder blades, causing his full body to spasm with a squeal. His giggles became higher pitched. Backs can be ticklish!?

"Don't think I'm done just 'cause I gave you a break." Wolfood smiled down at him. He could almost sense when Vash began thinking too hard on whatever his sad backstory was. He did it way too often when given time to think. Maybe this can help him stop for a while along with tiring him out.

Wolfwood switched his smile to an evil grin again before Meryl noticed. "We're staying here until you stop squirming. Then I'll know your tuckered out." He bagan to scribble at Vash's ribs again.

"M-Ehehehehaha-Meheryhyhhl!!" Vash weakly raised a shaky hand towards the car, his nose scrunching when the scratching on his back moved up, towards his neck. "HEHEehEHlp meheheheEHE!"

"Sorry bud," Meryl shrugged unapologetically, "You seem like you need a good laugh right now, plus your jabbering earlier was getting annoying." She then looked up to Wolfwood. "Maybe try his armpits, that's always a good spot."

Vash's stomach swooped at those words, his frantic kicking started again, and he began to claw at the ground. "NohohohoOH!" He shook his head.

Wolfwood snickered at his sad attempt at crawling. "Where are you trying to go right now?" He lifted his hands away and scooting forward onto his ribs.

"Ahahawahahyeehee frohom yohoho-EEEHK!" Vash squeaked as he felt hands rest right in his underarms, unmoving. His arms immediately tried to slam down, but Wolfwoods knees were in the way!

"Any last words?" The fingers twitched.

"pleheheheahase!! wahahait- I-Ihcahahant- ihihihihihit-yohohohouhuHUHUHUOHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAAJHAHAG- NAHAGAHSGAHT THEHRYEHEHEREE!! HYYEEAAHHAHAGSTHTGGHXCJFJ!!!"

"Woah!!" Wolfwood nearly fell off from the sudeen bucking and twisting. "This spot must really tickle, huh?"

"YEHEGRGHEHEHESSS!! STAHAHAHHAASDCGGHH!!"

"In aha bihiht, I wanna mahake sure thihis wohorks." Wolfwood dug in with glee, the hysterical laughter flowing from the human typhoon was so infectious he couldn't help the snickers that escaped.

Meryl couldn't stop giggling either. She was too distracted by the sight of Vash's demise, she didn't notice the movement next to her.

"Ghh..." Roberto was woken by the sound of... screaming? "What are y'all doing?" He opened one eye to the rookie giggling? and looking out her window.

She startled at his voice, turning to face him. "Ohoho... uhuhumm..."

"Ihi'm ticklihihng this idiohohot." The loud, chuckling voice of the new group member came from the driver's side window.

Roberto's eyes widened. This I gotta see. He stepped out of the car and walked around to the front.

There was Vash, cackling and screeching on the ground, unmoving. Wolfwood sat on top, his hands were in fact tickling at the humanoid typhoon's armpits.

"It seems you ahare." How was that screeching infectious? "But I think he's hahad enouhugh." Roberto crossed his arms, giving the don't argue with me look.

"Yeaha, youhur rigiht." Wolfwood backed off, standing up. He faced the older man. "How was your nap?"

"...Fine?" That seemed like a loaded question. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering since I didn't get mine." Wolfwood sighed. "Someone wouldn't shut up." He smirked.

Roberto glanced down at Vash, who hadn't moved much. His arms were clamped down on his side, and tired giggles were streaming out of his giant smile. "He certainly isn't talking anymore."

"Then I believe it's time to go!" Wolfwood clapped his hands. He walked around to his door and sat down in the car.

Roberto rolled his eyes and tapped the humanoid puddle with his foot. "You ready to go?"

Nothing but giggles were his answer.

"Goodness." He sighed, then picked up the blond and carried him to his seat, setting him down and buckling him. "What did you do?" He looked up to Wolfwood, only to see him snoring already. He really did want that nap, huh?

Roberto opened the driver door. "Switch with me, I'm driving."

Vash couldn't stop giggling. Those phantom tickles kept moving up and down his ribs. His brain felt like mush, and he couldn't grasp any thoughts. He only felt lighter than ever.

Maybe he should bother Wolfwood more often...

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Author's Note: I went a little overboard with this one, lol

I freaking love Vash. He's so silly and deserves all the love and tickles (mainly tickles). Until next time!

[miss-constelia]

NPMD and BDSM headcanons!

Max

He loves it, both being the rigger and the rope bunny. The tying up someone part is easy, he's very used to being the one restraining and shoving nerds in places, the dominant role comes easy. He's great at dirty talk, knows when to push and when to kiss to make it better.

But Max has also always had a thing for girls who are forward and freaky, and he does not kink shame (he might joke around, but he'll honestly try anything), so when he gets tied up the first time, he laughs and taunts the other person, being a brat, because he thinks he can get away at any time, but he likes letting the other person try to dominate Hatchetfield High's literal monster. Then later, when he finds out he can't get out on his own, he finds it way more amusing and entertaining than before and starts learning different knot types and ties to replicate it... which only makes life harder for the people he bullies on the daily.

He likes a bit of pain in sex, biting, slaps to the butt and chest, hair tugging and the such. No demeaning words and no hits to the face, ever, but leave hickeys and other possessive marks and he'll go nuts.

He has a problem, though: he keeps trying to tough guy his limits, and has to be reminded that it's okay to have them and that yes Max, if the rope is too tight it can cut circulation and you could lose a limb. He will deny it, but he's a sucker for the aftercare phase, especially cuddling.

Ruth

Ruth is up for anything, and she actually does know how to tie up someone, but she gets way too nervous and excited if she has to and ends up messing it up too many times for it to be an enjoyable experience for both parties. So she'll let you tie her up in any position or style, but she doesn't like being gagged or having anything near her mouth, due to years using headgear.

She really likes positions that tease her, either by making it so she could just touch herself but can't quite reach it or positions that fall into predicament bondage, where she can squirm to her hearts content. She likes dirty talk and doesn't mind if it gets to the degradation part a little bit. She loves vibrators, and if asked if there are too many, the answer is always no. She is saving money to buy a sybian one day.

For some reason, she doesn't like when rope is pulled between her legs, tho...

Grace

She does not like being tied up. At all.

But she'll rig you up so you can't touch yourself and tease you endlessly without even touching you, using dirty talk and remote sex toys. She wants you to try to hold off orgasms on your own, and she'll just watch and make it near impossible for you to do so. It's just so you can be trained to resist temptation when faced with it, of course. And if you can't, she'll have to keep training you, or even punish you if you're being difficult...

Richie

He doesn't mind being tied up, but it honestly doesn't do anything to him. Tying others up, however? He's really good at it. Like, insanely good. He spent an unhealthy amount of time searching and studying shibari online, and it's the only kind of bondage he does, but oh boy does he do it well. He knows shibari is an art and will do artful, complicated, beautiful patterns on people's bodies when allowed to, and it's always an amazing thing to see. He isn't really into the dominant part, but he wants to get people rigged up to enjoy the feelings and sensations the ties and ropes can make them experience.

He's very gentle and pays a lot of attention on the comfort and safety of whoever he's tying up; big part of his enjoyment is knowing he's done a good job to honor the art, and that includes his partner's comfort. He can get a bit technical, but he also likes to know the other person had a good time, and cares to make it as enjoyable as possible for both of them.

He does, however, have a tendency to babble a bit about the history of shibari and its use in Japanese culture while in the middle of a rig.

Pete

In the beginning, Pete is completely against even trying. Too many years being bullied and shoved into lockers, he never thought he would like just being at someone's mercy like that for fun.

And then Steph ties him up and gets on top of him and he's harder and more flustered than he's ever been in his life.

It's just so much easier to let her do whatever she wants and not have to worry about where his hands should be or what he should be doing. Being tied takes away his need to think and leaves him with just feeling. And oh boy does he feel.

Steph is very eager to explore and discover new ways to make him blush. When she pinches his nipples the first time and he almost turns purple from all the blood that rushed to his head and penis, she makes sure to always play with them relentlessly until he's left a whining, begging mess.

Being restrained also forces him to let Steph see him and shower him with praise, which only makes him feel more exposed and flustered, but in a good way. He can't hide with his hands tied behind his back and chest pushed forward; being gagged doesn't let him try deny her compliments or indulge in self-deprecating humor - Steph's favorite is the ring gag, because according to her, she likes "hearing his boy moans", which he can't try to stop with that on, even though the sounds he makes mortify him.

When they are done and he's a whimpering, sobbing, drooling mess, his favorite part comes, where he's showered with kisses, cuddles and all the care in the world, and he gets to sleep next to the only person in the world he would trust to see him get undone and put back together like this.

Steph

Oh, she's mean. And a tease. She just loves to see people squirm underneath her.

She knows what she's doing, and she thrives with that knowledge. She's insanely creative, always finding new ways to make people - which now is narrowed to Peter - writhe and struggle and enjoy themselves. Call her a sadist, and maybe she is a little bit, but she just loves knowing she can have that effect on people.

She doesn't restrain herself to a single method or tool: rope, tape, cuffs, gags, sex toys. So many sex toys. Every few weeks she'll show up with a new thing she found on ebay and will (very easily) convince Pete to try. When she found out how sensitive his chest was, she started a collection of nipple stimulation toys that Peter refuses to look at unless they are in the middle of a scene. She's very proud of that.

She'll find the perfect pose to leave you vulnerable and exposed and completely at her mercy, and then she'll torment you until you beg for it again and again.

But even with all the teasing and her slight mean streak, she is relentlessly gentle. She always makes sure to review safewords and gestures when they start a scene, even if they've done it a million times. She checks all her tools and toys frequently to make sure they are always in top shape. She makes sure to make aftercare as special as the scene, because she knows how important it is. And when Pete, even after she brings him to his limits and he's still barely coherent, always, always looks at her and asks to make sure she is okay as well, she knows she'd never do it any differently.

Hope this was fun!

I LOVE BDSM I AM CONSUMING I AM EATING I AM DEVOURING I LOVE THESE A BUNCH DUDE THESE. ARE AMAZING -cheff kiss-

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

"cause now hulu can know my favorite Gilmore episodes"---Can we know them too?! What would you pick as your very favorites? And thank you so much for following back!

Absolutely!! Where a Gilmore Girls page leads, I will always want to follow! 🥰🥰🥰

I love that question!! One moment while I find the Tom Hanks typing gif-

Love and War and Snow - (where I live it's actively snowing right now so I will probably watch this one tonight) - this one is just so lovely, and so weird in that there's a mayor/town selectman who isn't Taylor Doose. I love that we get some early Gilmore lore, and it's one of the first times we see Rory with her grandparents without Lorelai and I love seeing them getting to know their granddaughter and she introduces them to frozen pizza.

Also Luke is a curmudgeon but also he didn't leave the town he grew up in for a reason; he might think they're nuts but he'll support them any way they can. It always makes me smile when he says to old mayor guy- "My father would have taken the coffee".

And the Lorelai and Max stuff- idk I always forget just how little we see Lor and Max together before revisting those episodes- but I love how much Lorelai loves snow. And not to be this basic, but there is nothing better than an open window when it's cold outside- like I relate to her so much when she just opens the window and lets the air in and feels it- and I love her and Rory's talk on the couch.

Double Date- this is such a good besties episode. It makes me sad whenever I read the Lorelai and Rory are SUCH BAD FRIENDS, THEY ARE THE WORST!! discourse- like yes there's isolated incidents but by and large they are pretty loyal, and as someone who never found that person I relate to Sookie so much when she's freaking out- also her and Jackson are lowkey adorable and I love when Sookie finally tells Jackson to stay and Rune finally leaves. Also Lorelai's talk with Mrs Kim when Mrs Kim bluntly says- "I didn't throw they key away. It's in the kitchen" and it takes Lorelai a minute to bounce back from that-

(Full disclosure: I could list almost every episode of season four; like that season really is that bitch for me). Every episode is a banger- I love the townie stuff, Rory starting college, the fact that Alexis Bledel can truly try any hairstyle and she'll still be absolutely beautiful, and obviously it was never going to last, but I kind of liked Lorelai and Jason together- idk why, they're interesting to me. But to narrow it down-

The Festival of Living Art- this episode is just so much fun!! (Also should be mentioned I love a town meeting episode) Lorelai adamantly denying that she is a flincher and Rory using her pull so Lorelai can be the Renoir girl and getting to meet Gill (I think I also love anything Sally Struthers says in that raspy voice of hers- "like a good long-haired cake!") and the fact that no matter how many times I see this episode, I will always need to look up how tall Sebastian Bach is just because Lane looks SO TINY standing next to him (he's 6'3". No, I won't remember this later). Also Kirk as Jesus- a serene Last Supper indeed lol.

A Family Matter/Nag Hammadi - you've seen my page, Jess is not my favorite Rory partner, but I love these episodes so much because there's just so much happening!! I love the awkwardness of Lorelai showing Jason around Stars Hollow and how absolutely gorgeous Lauren Graham looks with her long straight hair and that pink peacoat (like this might be shallow of me but this show is just the most aesthetically pleasing show on top of everything else). Also- this is such a good Richard and Emily episode- I don't know which Emily line makes me cackle more- "Don't want those pantyhose with the seams up the back. You look like ten cents a dance" or- "WELL THEY CAN JUST GO STRAIGHT TO HELL THEN CAN'T THEY?!?!" There's extra, and then there's Emily Gilmore. Also, while I think what Jess said to Luke was out of line, I do love the conversation Lorelai and Luke have at her house- also the "do you ever think maybe Sylvia Plath was just cold?" cold open is one of my favorites and something I thought of many times when the heat in my apartment couldn't get above 58 degrees for like three days last month lol)

The Incredible Shrinking Lorelais- I always watch this and Scene in a Mall together because the former of those two captures PERFECTLY how it is when you're like things are fine they're good and they just keep snowballing and it breaks my heart when Lorelai and Rory are trying so hard and just can't reach each other!

Written in the Stars- I mean this episodes fires on all cylinders- also I do love Rory and Logan together- they meet and Lorelai and Luke's first date and another stellar town meeting- this episode does not miss for even a second!

There are a lot more but those are the big ones- I will spout out a bunch more titles- Like Mother, Like Daughter, Application Anxiety, Eight o'clock at the Oasis, Lorelai Out of Water, The Nanny and the Professor, Women of Questionable Morals, Norman Mailer, I'm Pregnant, The Prodigal Daughter Returns, You've Been Gilmored, Lorelai's First Cotillion... I could keep going lol-

Thank you for the ask! ♥️♥️🫶

[atths--twice]

Valentine's Day, 2024

Valentine's Day is here once again. With a little girl who loves big, there is no way to ignore the day. 💓

I cannot begin to express how much I adore writing domestic MSR. The happiness it brings me is seriously unmatched, it just flows from my fingertips, unable to be stopped.

I hope you enjoy this next installment in the family series.

And happy Valentine's Day. 💓💓

February 14, 2024

“Mommy!” Faith yelled when she saw Scully, running to her and throwing her arms around her neck as Scully squatted down to catch her. “I thought Daddy was coming to get me. I didn’t think you would be here.” 

“Did I surprise you, my love?” Scully asked with a chuckle. 

“Yes, Mommy. You did,” Faith said, pulling back to smile at Scully. “I’m happy to see you today.” 

“Well, I’m happy to see you too, honey,” Scully said, a lump forming in her throat as tears pricked her eyes. “How about you go get your things and we’ll get out of here?” 

“Okay!” Faith said happily, releasing her hold on Scully and running to collect her backpack, lunch box, and any other items from her cubby. 

Scully sighed as she stood up and quickly wiped her eyes as she watched Faith in her now slightly dirty white tights, black fuzzy boots, denim skirt, and her red Valentine’s Day sweater with white hearts. Her hair was pulled back halfway and then braided into two braids to look like a heart, a style which she had begged to have after seeing it in a tutorial video. 

She was a walking valentine. 

Smiling as she saw Faith laughing at something one of her friends said, Scully shook her head. It hit her at the oddest of times, how quickly Faith was growing up and becoming her own person. 

Of course she saw her every day and was privy to everything happening in her life, but there were moments when she would do a double take as she looked at Faith, seeing not the five year old girl, but someone older she did not know yet. It took her breath away at times, not wanting life to move so fast. 

“Mommy,” Faith said, walking toward Scully with her backpack on, her arms full of papers. “Can you help me with all these?” 

“Of course, my love,” Scully said, reaching for the crinkly pages of artwork. “Wow, you have a lot of papers here.” 

“Uh huh,” Faith nodded, rocking up on her toes. “We made love heart trees.” 

“Oh… I see that. Oh, honey. It’s so beautiful. I love the colors you chose.” 

“Thank you, Mommy. But that one’s not for you.” 

“Is it for Daddy?” Scully asked, looking at the different shades of blue paint that she had used to make a large heart shaped tree. There were brown branches added to it, some larger than the others, and a thick trunk at the bottom with a large knothole in the middle. “Is this hole for the animals to sleep inside?” 

“Uh huh,” Faith said again, reaching up to look at the stack of papers. Scully bent down a little so she could see it better. “A squirrel lives in this tree, but he’s out gathering nuts to eat later.” 

“I see,” Scully said with a smile. “Well, you’ll have to tell Daddy all about the squirrel when you give it to him.” 

“No, Mommy,” Faith said, shaking her head. “This one isn’t for Daddy.” 

“Who’s it for then?” 

“For Jacob,” she said matter of factly and Scully raised her eyebrows. “Daddy’s is different colors. Let me find it.” She took the papers and laid them on the floor, slipping her backpack off as she spread out the papers, despite other children and parents walking around her. 

“Honey, you-”

“Here it is!” Faith said triumphantly, picking up a multicolored tree and handing it to Scully.

“This is beautiful, Faithy, but I think maybe we should move over to the table? Or the top of the bookcase there, so your pictures don’t get stepped on? I think that would be better.” 

“Okay, Mommy. I’ll pick them up. Can you get my backpack?” 

“Yeah, baby. I got it.” 

They walked to the low bookcase and Faith set the stack of papers down. 

“This one is for Jacob,” she said, laying the one Scully had already seen beside her larger pile of papers. “This one is for Unco. It’s all yellow and orange because he was the coward lion for Halloween.” She giggled as Scully laughed softly, remembering Skinner in the Cowardly Lion costume. “This one is for Liz Beth, because she likes pink, purple, and little blue.” 

“Light blue,” Scully corrected her in a whisper, smiling as she looked at the tree for Elizabeth. 

“This one is for Raycho,” Faith continued, moving Elizabeth’s drawing over. “It’s blues and purples like her ballerina painting. I like that painting. It makes me happy.” 

“Oh, Faith,” Scully breathed, shaking her head slowly. 

“And this is yours, Mommy. I made this one for you. See?” Moving Rachel’s drawing, Scully gasped at the heart tree Faith had made for her. “Do you like it, Mommy?” 

“I love it. It’s so beautiful,” Scully whispered, squatting down to look at it closer. 

“It’s the colors of your office. The green walls of the office. And black and white and gray. All the colors in there, Mommy. Oh, and little brown, like the bookcases.” 

“Faithy,” she said, touching the drawing and tracing the darker brown of the tree up to the light yellow in the center. “It’s so beautiful, honey. Can you tell me what the yellow is in the middle?” 

“That’s the light,” she said, looking at Scully in confusion. “Like the light on your desk.” 

“Of course it is,” she whispered with a small chuckle. 

“I have to write my name still. The paint was too wet. I can do it later at home, right? Before we go to Unco’s house?” Faith asked, her eyebrows knitting together in concern. 

“Yes. We’ll have time for that,” Scully reassured her, as she continued to look at the heart tree. “How did you make these?” 

“With my fingers,” Faith said, wiggling them at Scully with a giggle. “We did heart finger painting.” 

“And you made one for everyone,” Scully said softly. 

“Welllll…” Faith said, looking around the classroom. “Miss Cole said it was supposed to be only one… maybe two, but I made more.” 

“I can see that,” Scully laughed quietly. 

“She said it was for our family, for Valentine’s Day. But, I have…” She held up her hand and pointed to each finger as she named them. “Unco, Raycho, Jacob, Liz Beth, Daddy, and you, Mommy. That’s six people in my family. I had to make six.” She shrugged and Scully set Mulder’s heart tree onto the pile as she reached for Faith, pulling her close and closing her eyes. 

“Do you know how much I love you, Faith Mulder?” 

“Yeah,” Faith said as she hugged her back. “As tall as the mountains, as deep as the sea, and all the way to the farthest planet.” 

“Plus…” 

“Infinity,” Faith said and Scully smiled as she let her go and smoothed back her hair, kissing her forehead softly. “I love you all those things too, Mommy.” 

“I’m so happy you do.” Faith nodded and Scully kissed her forehead once more before collecting the papers. “What do you say to lunch and then the park?” 

“The big park?” Faith asked, her eyes lighting up. 

“Yeah, the big park,” Scully said, smiling at her. 

“Can Daddy come with us? He always pushes me so high on the swing.” 

“We can call him in the car and ask him if you’d like,” Scully said, knowing full well Mulder’s answer would be yes, leaving behind the project he had nearly completed for Faith. 

“I just need like an hour more,” he had said, hanging yet another large tissue paper heart from the ceiling as she had walked out of her office. 

“Mulder,” she had said, shaking her head. “This is a lot.” 

“Raising the bar, Scully,” he had said, winking at her. “Letting her know that she shouldn’t settle for less than complete adoration when it comes to holidays.” 

“So is this also meant for me? To represent your love and adoration of me?” she had asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at him. “Because… while it is lovely and sweet, I tend to prefer coffee, wine, or something… sparkly.” She had gestured to her ears and then her wrist as he had laughed, stepping off the step ladder and walking over to her. 

“We haven’t even exchanged gifts yet,” he had said in a low voice, pulling her to him and swaying them back and forth as he had smiled at her. “You act as though I don’t know you, woman.” 

“I was just teasing. I don’t need anything,” she had said as she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and he brought his forehead to rest against hers, fully aware she had a gift for him wrapped and ready to be given later. 

“No more of no gifts between us,” he had whispered. “We were different then. We have a girl watching us who sees how love should be expressed and celebrated on special occasions. We have a legacy to protect.” 

“Stop being cute and quoting Hamilton at me,” she had whispered back and he had laughed quietly. 

“Wait for it. Wait for it,” he had sung softly, spinning her suddenly and then dipping her, both of them laughing before he had kissed her. 

“I’ll pick her up,” she had whispered against his lips. “You finish up here.” 

“Thanks, love,” he had said, kissing her once more before pulling her back onto her feet and returning to his task.  

Hopefully he’s finished by now, she thought as they walked to the car and she glanced down at the many heart tree drawings in her hand. 

“Can you call Daddy now, Mommy?” Faith asked as they began to leave the school. 

“Sure, honey,” Scully said, pressing a button on the Bluetooth. 

“Can I say it?” 

“Sure.” 

“Call, Mulder,” Faith said loudly and clearly after she heard the beep, Scully grinning as she glanced back at Faith.  

“Calling… Mulder,” the voice said and Faith smiled as the phone started to ring. 

“Jello,” Mulder said when he answered and Faith giggled. 

“You’re so silly, Daddy. You’re supposed to say hello, not jello.” 

“Oh. Silly me. I must have forgotten,” he said and Scully smiled again.  

“Daddy, we’re going to get some lunch and then go to the big park,” Faith said, opening her arms to emphasize the size of the park. 

“Hey now, but what about me? What if I want to go to the park?” he asked and Scully could practically see him pouting. 

“We’re inviting you, Daddy! This is your own special invitation. Will you RSVP?” 

Mulder choked and Scully covered her mouth as she let out a harsh laugh of surprise. 

“Will I… RSVP?” Mulder asked, coughing over a laugh. 

“Yeah. That means to tell me yes you will or no you won’t,” Faith explained, looking down at the hearts on her sweater. 

“I see,” he said, clearing his throat. “Well then, I RSVP… yes. Yes, I will meet you at the park.” 

“The big park, Daddy.” 

“Yes, the big park. I’ll be there, my love.” 

“Yay! Thank you for the RSVP, Daddy.” 

“You’re welcome, my girl,” he said, laughing softly. “Scully?” 

“Yes?” she asked, laughing softly herself as Faith began singing quietly. 

“Could you grab me something to eat too? S'il vous plait?” 

“Of course, mon cheri,” she said and he hummed. 

“Oh, Tishhhh,” he said softly and she laughed. 

“See you at the big park,” she said, laughing as she disconnected the call, shaking her head. 

As they waited for their food order, she sent a message to Rachel and Skinner, inquiring of their plans for the afternoon and if they wanted to possibly change them and join them at the park. Rachel quickly replied that they would indeed be there, needing to get out of the house for a little while. 

While they ate their lunch at a picnic table, Scully helped Faith write I love you, Love Faith on all of her drawings and then placed them into an extra folder Scully found in the car. 

Mulder arrived, kissing them both hello before he ate his own meal hurriedly in order to push Faith on the swings. 

When Skinner, Rachel, and the twins arrived, Faith was beside herself with happiness. She ran over and hugged them all, telling Elizabeth she liked her beautiful heart dress, which used to be Faith’s. 

“Did you want to give them their drawings, honey?” Scully asked and Faith hurried over to grab the folder, giving out the drawings and telling why each color had been chosen for that specific person. 

Rachel cried at her drawing and the twins, but then laughed when she heard Skinner’s. 

“Aww, you big ol’ lion,” she said, patting his face as he growled, showing his teeth. The kids laughed and then screamed in excitement as he stood up and started to chase them. 

They ran to the playground and he swooped Faith up, hugging her close before setting her onto the play structure. He put the twins in the child swings and pushed them as Faith laughed about something and he smiled back at her. 

“I should probably go give him a hand,” Rachel said, looking at all of their heart trees one more time. “She’s such a sweet girl. So smart. Observant and creative. What will she be when she’s older?” She put the drawings back into the folder, smiled at them, then stood up to join Skinner. 

“What will she be?” Scully echoed in a whisper. 

“Amazing. At whatever she does,” Mulder said, squeezing Scully’s thigh gently. 

“Yeah,” she agreed, looking at his drawing. “All the colors, Mulder. You got all of them, just like her treehouse at home. All the colors, because that’s who you are to her. All the happiness and color in the world.” 

“And you’re her calm, Scully,” he said, nodding to her heart tree. “The peace and comfort she needs when things get to be too much.”

“Yeah,” Scully nodded, tears pricking at her eyes for the second time that day. “I suppose I am.” 

“She’s a pretty great kid,” he whispered, watching her help push the twins, laughing as they began to laugh. 

“She is at that,” Scully replied with a smile. 

“I’m gonna head over and join the group,” he said, turning his head to look at her, a smile tugging at his lips. “But might I first trouble you for a kiss? Can you RSVP on that question?” 

They both laughed loudly and she wiped tears from her eyes as she shook her head. She kissed him, both of them still laughing, before he stood up and extricated himself from the table. 

“RSVP,” he said under his breath as he walked away, shaking his head with a chuckle. 

She smiled as she gathered up their drawings and added them to the others. Putting Faith’s backpack on top of it to keep them from blowing away, she stood up from the table. 

She joined Rachel, who was now pushing Elizabeth in the swing. Faith and Jacob, both suddenly screamed excitedly as they ran across the suspension bridge, their laughter soon filling the air, as Mulder and Skinner played the mean trolls waiting beneath, growling and grabbing at them as they passed. 

What will she be? Scully wondered as she watched Faith, breathing hard and smiling as she whispered in Jacob’s ear. He nodded, his eyes locked on Mulder. 

Amazing, beyond any of our wildest expectations, she thought as Faith and Jacob shouted and ran back across the bridge, laughing and screaming in delight. She couldn’t possibly be anything less.