#( if not- feel free to let me know & I’ll change it c: )

[excdiia]

𓈒✩  @shachou

of  all  the  visits  that  could  walk  through  the  door  ,  none  would  shock  the  older  muto  more  than  the  one  person  that  just  caused  the  bell  to  chime  in  warning  echoes  through  the  game  shop  .  even  if  he  had  heard  constant  news  of  the  ceo  of  kaiba  corporation  &  both  had  been  victims  during  the  events  of  duelist  kingdom  ,  this  was  the  first  time  the  elder  held  any  direct  contact  with  the  younger  ,  not  since  the  incident  with  his  blue  eyes  white  dragon  .  a  memory  that  ,  given  his  age  ,  felt  bittersweet  by  just  the  rememberance  of  it  . 

still  ,  the  beaming  of  his  wrinkled  face  &  gleam  in  his  eyes  revealed  nothing  about  that  past  occurrence  .  instead  ,  he  opted  for  welcoming  him  like  he  would  one  of  his  grandson's  friends  ,  or  yugi  himself..

❛    kaiba  kun  ,  to  what  do  i  owe  the  pleasure  of  this  visit  ?  if  you've  come  looking  for  yugi  ,  he  left  not  too  long  ago  to  buy  eggs  .    ❜   &  now  that  he  thought  about  it..  he  placed  his  hand  under  his  chin  as  his  face  turned  into  a  thoughtful  expression  .  ❛    two  weeks  ,  as  a  matter  of  fact..    ❜

[tamrielic]

just a little self–indulgent drabble thing because i’m experiencing a nasty flare–up right now due to stress and i am so exhausted and miserable but i honestly can’t stop thinking about how gentle and wonderful and perfect JING YUAN would be to me; this is my first time writing for star rail at all whatsoever so. oof. i wrote it in first–person first without thinking so if i missed changing that somewhere i’m sorry but i gotta go lay down and rest

“baobei, are you still asleep?” the gentle, deep voice cuts through your half–asleep state, making you groan softly as you roll over and blink your eyes open to find jing yuan knelt beside your bed. he’d clearly just gotten back from his official meetings, still looking regal in his general uniform, though his boots and cape had been discarded at the door.

you stare at him for a moment before you reply, your voice rough with both sleep not having spoken in a few hours. “just dozing. i’m sorry, i’ll get up now.”

you shift to pull back the blanket and move to sit up, but are stopped by a large hand resting on your shoulder, jing yuan having stood up to lean over you.

“that is not what i meant. it was a simple question, not a demand that you must quit resting,” he murmurs as he gently guides you to lay back down, sitting on the edge of the bed as he reaches out to brush a few stray curls from your face. his warm golden eyes search your expression, scanning over your body briefly before meeting your gaze once more, his voice softening even further with concern. “be honest with me; are you experiencing a flare–up of your illness?”

you stay silent for a moment, eyes focused on his face, head subconsciously tilting to lean into the touch of his fingers. your voice is hardly more than a whisper when you speak, your eyelashes fluttering.

“you know that i hate to let you see me like this, jing yuan.”

a deep, warm chuckle leaves him, his golden eyes softening even further as he leans down over you, his fluffy white hair spilling over his shoulders as he nudges his nose against yours gently while he hums thoughtfully.

“mmm, perhaps. but have you considered that i relish every opportunity that i have to treat you like royalty; to wait on you hand and foot? you’re so very stubborn, baobei, and you never want to accept any help,” he leans down further, brushing his lips against yours as he whispers. “how about you let this old general dote upon you today, hm?”

you immediately blush, feeling your face and ears grow warm as you squirm a bit, lips parting to brush against his own as you mutter.

“i can’t– you’re busy enough as it is– this isn’t something that the general of the xianzhou luofu, an emanator of the hunt, should be dealing with. especially not from his significant other.”

unable to stop the hitch in your breath, the tears stinging as they begin to well up in your eyes, your hands clench into fists on the bedsheets as you turn your head to the side to avoid those intense golden eyes that are peering into your soul.

jing yuan is silent for a moment, the quiet of the room only making your discomfort and anxiety skyrocket, before he lets out a sigh and moves to climb onto the bed, gently pulling you up and into his lap; the ease of which he does so always startling. he buries the fingers of one hand in your hair and pulls your head to his chest, wrapping his free arm around you and leaning back against the headboard. he holds you in silence for a moment before his deep voice breaks it as he starts to slowly and gently rake his fingers through your curls.

“those are indeed the fancy titles i have been gifted in my life. but i must remind you, fancy titles and immortality or not, i am still just a man. a man who happens to be head over heels in love with a lovely, wonderful individual. an individual whose laughter makes my soul alight, a person whose love for me burns brighter than any sun in the universe. a person who, in my opinion as well as many other’s, is far too hard on themselves.”

you can’t help but to curl into him at that, the tears spilling from your eyes as you cling to him and sniffle.

jing yuan laughs lowly, a laugh that can be felt more than heard, and he turns his head to press his lips to your forehead before murmuring.

“baobei, you must stop being so hard on yourself. or else i shall have to resort to drastic measures...”

he slowly trails his free hand down to gently squeeze the plush curve of your hip, wiggling his fingers and chuckling when you immediately squeal softly and squirm against him.

you pull back from him, your face hot and wet from tears, sniffling as you glare half-heartedly at him. you open your lips to rebuke him, but he slips his fingers from your hair to press a shushing one to your lips, his eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.

“shhh, none of that now, though it is good to see that fire in your soul that i find so endearing,” he shifts, leaning down and resting his forehead against your own.

your eyebrows furrow as you glare at him silently, reaching up and grasping his wrist to pull his hand away so you can speak.

“jing yuan, you... you’re an infuriating scoundrel.”

his lips part in a wide smile as he laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“ah, so you agree with lady fu in that regard, hm? interesting. tell me, what is so infuriating about a man being so deeply in love with someone that the effects of illnesses that are out of their control only make him love them more?”

you are silent as you process his words, truly pondering them as your gaze inevitably softens and you slowly melt against him. you reach your hands up to cradle his face, brushing your thumbs against his high cheekbones.

“i don’t deserve you, jing yuan, but... i’m selfish. i love you, and i need you. i don’t know why you tolerate me when i have such inconvenient chronic illnesses, but...” you trail off, tilting your head as you lean in and brush your lips against his. “... thank you.”

he smiles against your lips and hums contendedly, murmuring a soft “no need to thank me, baobei” before his lips coax yours into a slow, loving kiss.

closing your eyes, you finally allow yourself to relax into him fully, pressing soft and tender kisses to his lips between soft breaths, your hands still cradling his face.

after a few more moments you part, a tiny yawn escaping you as you curl up on his lap and rest your head on his shoulder while whispering.

“can we just... stay like this for a bit?”

jing yuan chuckles quietly, shifting you both so that you’re lying down on the bed as he wraps himself around you, nuzzling his face against your neck and mumbling tiredly.

“i would love nothing more, baobei; a nap is exactly what i need right now, honestly.”

you sigh softly before wrapping your arms and legs around him, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours and the comforting scent of him as you both fall asleep, the bitter and negative thoughts plaguing your mind evaporating as his presence and gentle reassurances ease your worries.

[feitanzi]

Top , Bottom , or Switch? Rough, Soft , or Switchy?

w the jjk men

Warnings: Mature content (mdni), dirty talk, name calling (baby , whore , slut , cocksleeve) degradation, praise , squirting, mentions of edging , overstimulation lmk if i missed something (which i most likely did) not proof read so if u see a mistake feel free to point it out in a respectful way.

smut under the cut U HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

Ryōmen Sukuna: Rough dom for sure. He has never been the type to come off as weak or submissive so trust and believe that does not change even in bed. Sukuna fucks you into the bed. single. time. No matter how many times you’ve cum he’s not stopping until he is content with your performance.

“Come on girl, one more” Sukuna coos down at you as he relentlessly pounds you into oblivion. “Y-you said that and hour agooo..” you whine as tears prick your eyes. a loud SLAP echos through Sukuna’s chambers. “Shut it. You’re a concubine and you should act as such whore. do you understand me?” He says coldly as he pulls you up by your hair. you whimper and nod lazily. “Good , now take my dick like the tight little cocksleeve you are”.

Satoru Gojo: He’s a switch in both departments. he can be the dommiest dom or the subbiest sub. personally i have a thing for subby satoru…🤭Honestly with him its either:

“Right there baby? ohhhhh fuckkkkk. You cumming? Yea me too, cum with me baby” OR “F-fuck right there baby please! oh shit i’m gonna cumm please don’t stop this time i’ve be so good for you p-please!

BUT WHEN HE GETS THE CHANCE TO GET HIS GET BACK? you’re finished “Well well well how the tables have turned” Satoru chuckled as he pushes his 3 fingers knuckles deep in to doing the “come hither” movement. you can’t even look at him as you whimper and beg for mercy. your cumming in minutes in ways you didn’t even know were possible. “shit baby i didn’t know you could squirt” Gojo grins widely. “do it again” he commands as he resumes his relentless assault despite your sensitivity. let’s just say ur in for a long ride…

Toji Fushiguro: Def a rough dom. Much like Sukuna he treats you like a ragdoll in bed. Legs not working? he’ll manhandle em for ya. We all know Toji is a really big guy so if we makin him proportional he definitely has the cock to match and boy is he cocky about it. Through the entire time yall are having sex he is teasing you non stop for your whimpers and little whines.

“f-fuck t…oji slow down it’s too much!” you babble. “Awww poor baby. Daddy’s cock to much for you to handle?” he grins down at you as he angles himself to penetrate you deeper. “fuckkkkk this sloppy little cunt is taking me so well. I wish you could see the look on your face” Toji grumbles as he watched his fat cock slide in and out of you. You subconsciously start sliding up on the bed because of how deep he was really hitting you. “nuh uh baby bring that ass back im not done with you”

Kento Nanami: (i don’t really like nanami all that much but i’ll write for him bc i love you. yes you the one reading this) He strikes me as like a soft dom or a service dom. No matter how pent up he is i feel like he always puts your bedroom needs before his

“Are you sure this is alright baby?” Nanami gently asks while looking into your eyes for any type of discomfort or dishonesty. “M fine kento just keep going” you whine. with that he starts to snap his hips in and out of you at a steady pace as he kisses up and down your neck and up to your lips whispering sweet nothings like “you’re doing so well baby.” and “you feel so good wrapped around me like this”

Choso Kamo: SUBBIEST SUB MALE OUT THERE. He cries , whines, whimpers th full package combo.

“f-fuck!!!!” Choso practically wails and you continue to fist his cock. “Baby pleaseeee, you said i could c-cum and hour ago..~” he whines with a pout on his lips. You kiss his neck gently causing him to let out another hushed whine. “Just keep being a good boy fme hm? you’ll get what you want soon sweet boy” you coo at him. You weren’t lying you’d let him cum soon (if you call 5 more denied orgasms soon)

hey yallllll , tryna get back into the swing of things w writing so lmk what u think my inbox is always open to yall 🥹

As always reblogs are appreciated!! Refrain from copying and or translating any works of mine without explicit permission

[teapartyprincess4two]

Corner Store - C. Sturniolo

pairing: Employee!reader x Coworker!Chris

classification: fluff

warnings: use of y/n, slow build up & slight cursing

summary: Chris is your annoying coworker who always manages to make your shifts a little more miserable than necessary, but it turns out he has a misunderstood crush on you.

—

“That’ll be $10.32,” you say, scanning the last item and looking towards the customer awaiting their form of payment. Your shift seemed to drag on, you had already been here 6 hours and still had 1 more to go before your shift was over. Not like you would be able to leave right away anyways, you always had to wait until the next person scheduled arrived to relieve you. When you checked to see who was scheduled after you, you noticed that Chris, one of the few other people who worked here, was scheduled today. Chris was always late.

You watched as the customer in front of you dug through her purse, struggling to find the correct amount of change. “I swear I have the 32 cents,” she mumbled, fishing around for the loose coins scattered at the bottom of her bag. Your fingers tapped against the counter impatiently as you watched her. How had you gotten yourself stuck in this dead end job?

“Here,” she says, finally finding the correct amount of change. She hands you a quarter, a nickel, and two pennies. She waited for you to cash her out, not realizing that she had yet to hand you the ten dollars. “Hello?! I need the receipt,” her voice holds an impatient tone as her hands point towards the receipt machine aggressively. You sigh, knowing that this interaction could go south quickly if you didn’t choose your next words wisely.

You wanted to reply with, ‘Hello?! I need the ten dollars,’ but your shift was almost over and there was no reason to pick a fight now. “I still need the ten dollars, ma’am,” you replied, using your customer service voice at its fullest potential. She facepalmed, realizing her mistake before responding, “Oops! You’re right, sweetie.” Her hands returned into her purse, this time pulling her wallet out and handing you a ten dollar bill. Without a word you take it from her and cash her out, making sure to hand her the stupid receipt. “Keep the change,” she jokes. The joke feels like a slap to the face, there was no change. There was never change. You wanted to bang your head against the wall.

“Have a good day,” you say, chuckling a bit at her sarcastic joke and offering her a fake smile. She walks out with all her items in hand, the ring of the doorbell letting you know the coast is clear. Once she’s gone you slump back into your stool, pulling your phone out to check the time. 30 more minutes and you’d be free.

You’re about to turn your phone off when you notice a text from your coworker Chris.

Chris (WORK): hey you think you can cover for me? I’m running late lol. I’ll be there in like 30 minutes :p

You were fulling expecting him to be late, but 30 extra minutes sounded like actual hell. You groan, running your hands through your hair in annoyance before replying.

y/n: really bruh :|

Why was it so hard for him to get to work on time? He didn’t even live far, you had dropped him off a few times on the rare occasion you were scheduled to work the same shift and he didn’t have a ride. He lived like a full 5 minutes away, 10 minutes if he walked. The text bubbles would disappear and reappear, indicating that he was typing up his response.

Chris (WORK): sorry, I’m waiting for my brother to pick me up. he’s my ride

Another groan of annoyance escapes your lips, annoyed at the fact that a grown man was still relying on others for transportation. The haunting sound of the doorbell rings again suddenly and catches your attention. A couple had just walked in hand in hand. “Hello!” You greeted them quickly using your standard go-to customer service voice as you watched them disappear to the back of the store. You hated greeting the customers, they always ignored you.

y/n: you always do this bro. you could literally still get here on time if you started walking right now

The customers in the back of the store were laughing loudly, causing you to once again look away from your phone and in their direction. They were horse-playing, pushing and pulling each other playfully around the store. As cute as it was, you could only think about them possibly tipping something over and making a mess. The last thing you needed right now was a big mess to clean up.

Chris (WORK): that’s not true.

Chris (WORK): and nah I’ll just wait for Matt to take me

You didn’t even bother replying to his last message because no matter what you said he would still be late either way. A loud crash echoes from the back of the store, the couple gasping right after. You sit up from your stool and tiptoe, trying to see what they dropped. ‘Hopefully they didn’t break anything,’ you thought, but you knew they had. Before you could examine the situation, the couple was running out of the store giggling and laughing.

When you walked over to where they previously were you saw it, an entire 6-pack of Coors Light busted on the floor. You wanted to scream, the only thoughts running through your mind being about how much you hated this job. Somehow this all felt like Chris’s fault because his shift started in five minutes and if you weren’t so busy texting him back you might’ve caught the couple in time to warn them to stop.

“Stupid Chris,” you whispered in annoyance as you bent down to pick the beer cans up. The beer dripped down your arm and onto the floor as you rushed it over to the trash can. You really, really hated this job right now.

—

By the time Chris finally arrived it was well over 45 minutes since your shift was meant to end. You were still cleaning up the mess from before, using bleach and the dirty mop from the supply closet to try and remove as much of the sticky residue as possible.

Chris rushed inside, buttoning up his uniform shirt in the process. Once inside he immediately looked around, trying to find you to let you know he was there and you could leave. “Y/n, where you at?” He called through the store, peering easily over the shelves as he tried to find you. But because you were hunched over scrubbing as hard as possible to clean up the liquid mess on the floor, he couldn’t see you.

He walked down the aisles, picking up a bag of chips on the way. He opened the bag, popping a chip in his mouth as he continued to the back of the store. When he found you, he didn’t even comment on what you were doing, instead letting you know that you were free to go, “hey thanks bro, you’re good to go.” You stood up straight with the mop in your right hand and the bleach bottle in the other as you rolled your eyes at his comment.

A chip fell from his mouth, landing on the floor. This irked you even more. Not only was he 45 minutes late, but now he was actively adding to the mess you were trying to clean up. “Here,” you say sternly, shoving the mop and bleach spray towards him and snatching the bag of chips he was holding.

“Hey! I was eating those!” He exclaims, attempting to grab them back from you. “Bye Chris,” you reply, already beginning to walk off, eating a chip in the process. You quickly learned that you didn’t even like this chip flavor, but you couldn’t stand looking at Chris’s face right now so you took them simply to mess with him. “Wait! You didn’t finish cleaning this up!” He called back, looking between you and the mess on the floor. The mop felt so foreign in his hands, he never mopped. You or one of your other coworkers always did that, but never Chris.

“I’m good to go!” You replied, quoting his own words as you pushed the front door and walked out, the doorbell ringing in the process. You threw the bag of chips away on the way to your car. Now it was Chris’s turn to be haunted by the doorbell.

—

The next day you were off so you decided to focus your energy on studying and binge watching your favorite tv shows. You had a few exams coming up so you made a mental note to specifically study for those. You hadn’t even reached the end of the first day when you received a call from Chris.

You debated on whether or not you should answer it, knowing it had to be a work related call. ‘Someone probably called in,’ you thought. You weighed out the pros and cons quickly in your head. ‘Pros? I answer this call and get more hours. More hours equals more money,’ you thought. On the other hand, the cons were never ending. ‘Cons? everything.’

After letting it ring five times, you picked up the phone and placed it on your ear, “Hello?” You could faintly hear the hum of the convenience store refrigerators in the background along with loud chewing. Chris was definitely eating yet another snack. “Y/n, Marcus called in again. Do you think you can come in?” Chris asks, getting straight to the point.

Why was everyone at your job so unreliable? “Umm I don’t know, I’m pretty busy right now,” you replied, staring at the exam notes sprawled out in front of you on your bed. “You don’t sound busy,” he said sassily and followed it with loud crinkling noises as he tried reaching the chip at the bottom of the bag. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You sounded offended but Chris didn’t notice. He mostly wanted you to come in so he wouldn’t have to get through this shift alone. Of course he could’ve called someone else to come in, but for whatever reason he found himself calling you.

Today was Friday and although your store was generally slow, Fridays tended to pick up around 5pm when everyone was either getting off work or picking their kids up from school. “It means that you don’t sound busy,” he replied again, still crinkling his chip bag. His fingers were so greasy at this point that he kept missing the last chip every time he almost had it.

“I mean, what are you even doing right now? Studying?” He asked again. It was a rhetorical question, but the answer was yes. A loud crunch was heard through the speaker, he finally found that one straggling chip and was now incessantly chewing on it. ‘Lucky guess,’ you thought as you began piling all your notes together in embarrassment. “I’ll be there in 20,” you replied, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation.

“You’re studying aren’t you,” he chuckles, crumpling the chip bag, creating a make-shift basketball. He sits in the stool, shifting his body in the direction of the trash can that sat in the corner so he could throw his bag away. “Shut up,” you grumble, getting up from your bed to start getting ready.

“KOBE!” He shouts, throwing the bag in the direction of the trash can with a swift flick of his wrist. He missed terribly and the bag hit the floor with a soft thud.

—

You arrive to work 20 minutes later, mentally preparing yourself for the long 8 hour shift ahead of you. When you walked inside you noticed Chris had a long line of customers forming, all of them holding a multitude of items. Dread filled your body as you realized that you actually had to work and couldn’t just sit there as you waited for your shift to end.

You made your way behind the counter and situated yourself to the right of Chris, motioning for the next customer in line towards your register. “I can help who’s next in line,” you said loudly. The next customer quickly shuffled over to you, dumping all their things on the counter for you to scan.

The rush doesn’t last long, both you and Chris checking customers out quickly and efficiently in order to get them out the door as fast as possible. “Thanks for coming in,” Chris finally says, watching as you grab a box of candy from under the counter. The box is heavy, causing you to heave slightly when you pick it up. Chris notices this and quickly sits up off his stool to help you with the box. “Yeah, it’s whatever,” you reply nonchalantly, allowing him to help you pick the box up.

He’s now holding the box with ease before inquiring what your intentions with this box of candy were, “you gonna stock up?” You hum in response, ready to take the box back from him so you could begin stocking up the now bare candy shelves around the store. He notices this and offers to help carry it around for you. It was the least he could do after calling you in on your day off. “I got it,” he says, adjusting his arms so the box is comfortable enough to carry around.

“Thanks,” your reply is simple, they always were. Chris had never been able to break through to you on a personal level. Throughout your shifts you would always make small talk to pass the time and he was able to learn small details about your life, but he was never was able to learn anything truly personal about you. On one occasion, for example, he learned that you were working here to pay for your school, but he never learned what you were going to school for. Another time he also learned that you had a dog, but you never told him its name.

All your other coworkers had opened up to him with ease, sharing personal details about their life and even trauma dumping a few times. He wondered why you were always so distant. He wanted to get to know you better, but he didn’t know how.

Chris follows behind you as you stock up the shelves, watching as you organize the rows neatly before moving on to the next. He catches sight of a package of Twizzlers, deciding he was going to use this as his talking point. “These are my favorite candies,” he comments, handing you the package so you can organize it onto the shelf. You don’t even respond, you just continue working like some type of task bot.

He sighs quietly, wondering if he should’ve asked someone else to come in for Marcus. Chris wants to give up, but he decided to try again, “What’s your favorite candy, y/n?” The question causes you to pause. ‘If I wanted to be quizzed, I would’ve stayed home to study,’ you thought, already wishing that these next 8 hours would just be over.

“Um… I don’t know? M&M’s are okay, I guess,” you respond, providing him with a half-ass answer in hopes that he’ll take the hint and stop asking questions. He doesn’t.

“What color M&M is your favorite?” He asks, thinking about the different M&M characters from the commercials. “I don’t know, they all taste the same to me,” you quipped back, trying to focus on neatly organizing the shelves in front of you. He was still trudging behind you and although the box he was holding became lighter with each candy you removed, it was still heavy. He adjusted the box again and pulled it up higher against his chest.

“No, I meant like the characters,” he laughs, his mind replaying all those funny commercials where the M&M’s are getting into trouble. You were silent, seemingly confused with whatever he was talking about. “You know! From the commercials!” He sounds excited, hoping that you know what he’s talking about so he doesn’t sound like an idiot. You don’t remember but decide to just go along with him for the sake of your own sanity, “oh yeah, the red one was pretty cool.”

He scoffs at this response, pretending to act offended, “the orange one was clearly the best.” You chuckle at this and it instantly puts a smile on his face. Finally he was getting somewhere with you.

Chris would be lying if he said he didn’t find you pretty. You were the prettiest girl who worked here, which really wasn’t saying much considering the only other woman who worked here was a 65 year old named Gladys, but he’d been around town and he could never find a single girl hotter than you. So, yes, he’d sneak a few glances your way here and there and was always excited to come into work when you were scheduled. Sometimes he would even come in on his days off to buy a soda for an excuse to see you.

You found Chris attractive too, but you mostly found him annoying. He had a pretty terrible work ethic and every time you worked with him it felt like you were stuck doing all the hard labor. Not to mention the fact that he was always running late, forcing you to cover for him until he arrived. Plus he was always snacking on something and leaving his crumbs all over the place for you to clean. Despite all this, he did have his few good moments. Like right now when he’s helping you carry the heaviest box in the store.

“I knew I could make you laugh,” he comments, handing you the last package of candy in the box. You roll your eyes at his comment before responding, “it doesn’t take much to make me laugh, kid.” Your comment was meant to push his buttons, but he didn’t mind the challenge. “Is that a challenge?” He asks, a small smirk growing on his face as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. This earns him another eye roll from you.

“I’d like to see you try,” you respond with a cheeky smile as you take the empty box from him so you can throw it away. Chris watches as you walk away, feeling absolute smitten by you and confident in his skills to make you laugh at least one more time in the next eight hours.

‘This is going to be fun,’ he thought.

—

Chris spends the next 8 hours of your shift trying to make you laugh. He tells bad jokes, pulls silly faces, and even does stupid little dances all in an attempt to see you smile. You laughed at his first joke, but it was quiet enough for him to miss it. You were grateful for that because it egged him on.

“C’mon y/n! Just one little laugh, one giggle, a chuckle even,” he pleads, walking closer to you from behind the counter. You shake your head playfully as you sit back in your stool and face him. He inches closer once again as his mind comes up with the perfect plan of action to get you to laugh,, “what if I do this!”

He pounces on you, using his fingers to poke at your sides as he tickles you. Immediately you burst into a fit of laughter as you attempt to push his hands away, but he uses his strength to keep them in place. “Chris! Stop!” you say in between laughter. He has the biggest smile on his face because he finally got to hear you laugh after so many failed attempts.

Chris continues to tickle you, failing to notice how your body is beginning to slide off the stool. Before he knows it, you’re leaning backwards and heading straight for the floor beneath you. You shriek at the feeling and reach forward to latch yourself onto Chris’s arms to prevent yourself from falling. He immediately stops tickling you and grabs you firmly by the waist, catching you before you can slip off the chair completely.

At this point his forehead is flush against yours, both your eyes locked in a heated stare as your breath fans against his lips. You tried catching your breath, both from the laughing and from the scare you’d just gotten. The moment feels so intense and intimate, all Chris can think about is how easy it would be to kiss you.

‘Fuck it,’ he thinks as he closes his eyes, ready to lean forward and capture your lips in his before he can psych himself out. You do the same, too lost in the moment to realize that you were about to kiss Chris, your coworker who you found annoying up until a few hours ago. Before your lips can meet, the sound of the doorbell rings through the store causing you to break away as quickly as possible.

You both look towards the front door, fully expecting a customer to be standing there but you’re met with nothing. It was just the wind from outside, it had pushed the door open slightly and triggered the doorbell.

Both of you cough awkwardly, deciding to avoid each other for the rest of your shift.

—

Finally, your shift is over. You and Chris worked together silently to close the store up and restock any bare shelves. Once you grab your things you prepare to walk outside and over to your car. Chris was outside already on the phone near the gas pumps. He was calling his brother to pick him up, but he wasn’t picking up.

When you make your way outside, you use your keys to lock the doors behind you. As you fumble with the keys you hear Chris muttering something under his breath before groaning. You turn to walk over to your car, ready to leave without Chris, but as you reach for the door handle you stop to look in his direction one last time. He’s now sitting on the curb, looking in the opposite direction of you. He’s debating in his head whether he should ask you for a ride or just walk home in the dark.

You watch as he gets up abruptly as he decides he was just going to walk home. He couldn’t bare having to sit in a car with you after what happened today. The guilt ate at you, causing you to offer him a ride. “Need a ride?” You shouted in his direction, waiting patiently for him to turn around and acknowledge you. Immediately his head turned in your direction at the question. He silently thanked God for your offer because he really didn’t want to walk home, but he was to embarrassed to ask for a ride. This also meant that you probably weren’t as upset with him as he thought you were. In reality you weren’t mad at all, but you did feel a little awkward.

He jogged over to your car, standing in front of the passenger side door awkwardly almost like he was waiting for permission to get in. “You getting in?” You asked as you opened the your car door and hopped in. “Oh. Um, yeah,” he stutters before following suit and getting in the passenger seat.

The ride to his house is silent, the only noises being the radio and the sound of the car engine. Considering he doesn’t live far, it doesn’t take long for you to arrive to his house. You pull up to the side of the street and place the car in the park, waiting for him to thank you and get out like he always does when you drive him home. He doesn’t immediately get out though, instead he sits in the passenger seat quietly as he rubs his clammy hands against his thighs to relieve some of the anxiety building up inside of him.

Chris’s mind is racing a mile a minute as he thinks of all the possibilities this night could lead to. He could get out of the car, leaving you with nothing but a simple thank you and then let your relationship return to normal. Or, he could do the unthinkable and gain an outstanding reward in return. Whatever he chose, he knew he’d have to deal with the consequences and right now he was willing to gamble.

“You good?” You ask him as you shift in your seat to gain a better look at his face. He looks so nervous that you almost don’t recognize him because it completely contrasts his usual energetic and confident demeanor. “Yeah, I just-“ he’s struggling to find the right words, afraid to say the wrong thing and ruin it all. “You just?” You push, wanting to know what he’s getting at.

Chris sighs, taking one last pause to gather his thoughts before completely shifting towards you. His eyes pierce into yours as he searches them trying to gauge whether his next move will affect his chances at a future with you. Upon further inspection, he decides to just do it.

“I just-” he begins to say but cuts himself off by planting his lips on yours. You’re caught by surprise at his actions, eyes widening in shock and arms falling stiff to your sides. His hands move up to your face, cupping your cheek in an attempt to get you closer, but once he realizes you’re not kissing him back he completely pulls away from you.

It took you a while to process what had just happened; Chris just kissed you! Despite your reaction, you were satisfied with the outcome of the night. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have-” he begins to apologize, but you interrupt him this time. Your lips are back on his, both your hands cupping his face to keep him as close to you as possible. A sigh of relief escapes him, his warm breath landing on your lips. He melts into your touch, placing one of his hands on yours that rested on his face. Chris tasted like candy which only made you want the kiss that much more.

Finally you two pull away from the kiss, letting go of each other slowly. He has a goofy smile on his face as he stares at you, taking in every aspect of your being. “Stop looking at me like that,” you giggle, covering your face in embarrassment.

He laughs along with you, pulling your hands away from your face before replying, “see, I told you I’d make you laugh.” You roll your eyes, moving your face closer to his once again.

“Shut up,” you whisper, kissing him for the third time that night.

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A/n: I wrote a Matt story so yk I had to write a Chris story. Nick is next don’t worry lololol. Also, I’ve seen your requests/ anon messages and trust that I’m gonna respond to those too! Thanks for reading 🩵enjoy girlies!

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

[frootiest-loopdee-doo]

Fop Peri fic concept incoming

I’m just gonna start posting the fic ideas I get bc 80% of the time I don’t write them, and I don’t mind letting other people have and use them. Hell, you don’t even have to credit me. I’m stalking all the FOP tags so if you write it I’ll see it. I won’t ask for credit, I’ll fucking SAVOR reading it.

Fic idea #1 Dale/Peri

“Peri’s Master Plan” or “I Can Fix Him” is what I’d call this.

First, Peri becomes dev’s babysitter. This can be set before the finale, or it can be au where dev never lost peri, or it can actually be after dev left peri. It just changes the setup a bit. If Peri is still Dev’s godparent he’ll have to be extra careful when hiding all of this from him. If he’s no longer dev’s godparent, this is his way of staying in dev’s life bc he cares abt the little shit!

His reason for becoming dev’s official babysitter even if he’s still dev’s godparent probably would so that he doesn’t have to hide whenever he’s with dev and also because Dale doesn’t screen the sitters ever so Dev probably has had some pretty awful ones.

Basically, dale starts hitting on the “babysitter”. Peri is initially disgusted, as you’d probably expect. He puts up with it though, for Dev.

Peri remembers a romance book about a beautiful female protagonist falling in love with and “fixing” an evil older man, and gets an idea about how he can help dev! If it’s in a human book it has to be something that could actually work with humans right? Why would it say it’s written by a bestselling author otherwise? This is a great idea!

Peri starts to go along with it, flirting with Dale, doing whatever it takes to make the guy fall in love. Peri overtime uses this as leverage to try and teach Dale why child neglect is bad (crazy idea). Dale does fall in love. Does peri? It can go either way. I’d say yes, I think that’s the most interesting way this can go.

Different routes this story could ultimately take, options A. B. and C.:

A. Dale changes for the better, though slowly. Maybe Dev Dale and peri do sort of family bonding. The huge conflict here though is that Peri definitely isn’t allowed to be in a relationship with a human, much less his (former or current) godchild’s dad. Will love prevail? Find out next time on dragon ball z ass fic here.

B. Dale’s treatment of dev seems to improve, and Peri is feeling pretty awesome about that. However, when talking to Dev, Peri realizes that Dale is only being a better dad when Peri is around- basically faking it to keep seeing Peri. Big angst. Peri confronts Dale- and honestly you can go as light or dark on the angst in this confrontation scene. Me personally, I’m depraved so if I ever write this it will probably be as dark as possible (I’m mentally unstable friends!).

C. Peri succeeds for the most part, but he doesn’t love Dale truly. This is eating away at him. He stays for Dev. He’d planned to leave when Dale got better, but as he understands the human condition more he realizes that the odds of Dale continuing to be a better dad are very low if he leaves. Angst, angst, angst.

Obviously Peri would try to hide the relationship from Dev at least at first in pretty much all of these. Dev would probably find out by accident. This could be done differently though, maybe dev knows early on. Maybe peri doesn’t hide it well.

Also, obviously you can take a different route than A. B. or C.

Feel free to be inspired by this rant. Feel free to steal the ideas here. Again, if you do, I’ll probably find it. I’ll probably read it. I’ll probably be very happy. Don’t worry about credit. Actually, don’t credit me even if you want to 😭😭😭

[itskattkm]

Based on a request

Tara Carpenter x Female Reader (Scream Queen)

Warnings: mentions of murder, killing, death, slight angst, scars, dead bodies, tiny fluff, deep shit? Bad translation?

A/N: my dear I tried my best. I hope I understood what you meant with scream queen. If not. Text me I’ll make another story 😉 I think it turned out somehow dark. Also I really wrote not much between reader and the gang. I tried. But somehow it turned out like this. Hope you guys like it tho 🧡

Let’s heal together

I hissed lightly as I impatiently drank a sip of my fresh cocoa. I know… y/age and still drink cocoa? What can I say. This sweet soothing scent and the taste itself made me feel things that calmed me down for a few minutes. Once again, I took a deep breath through my nose when I took another small sip. I closed my eyes in torment. My tongue burned and tingled. It was like this sweet temptation to take it, but I couldn't let it go. Now I opened my eyes again and looked around the campus of Blackmore College.

"New city... new life" I whispered to myself as I wrapped the cup in which my cocoa was with both hands to warm it.

It was winter and the air was icy and pungent. I just hoped to reach the library quickly in order to be able to continue working on my work for the film course.

I put on my headphones after I could laboriously untangle the cables with one hand. Never in my life would I get AirPods, I would be too scared and definitely had too little money to be able to buy new ones if they thought they had to fall out of my ears.

So I stayed with my classic headphones that no longer had an aux connection but a USB c... crazy how everything changes I thought.

My free hand lights up red, the cold was too harsh. Trembling, I took out my phone and started a playlist with dramatic classical music.

Now I got closer to the library, the wind seemed to be my enemy. Hair strands were at the locations of my face that made me restless. When I arrived at the library, the warm air of the heating ventilation hit me. I sigh slightly as I straightened my hair and looked for a free place. In the end, I found a small table at the end of the library on which I could work undisturbed. Nervously, I repeated in my head

"Ignore them, they don't stare at you"

Nevertheless, I didn't leave the feeling of having been stared at by everyone. Was it the way I looked?

Was my hair weird? Were my eyes too conspicuous? Or was it my face in general? More and more I began to look for reasons.

Is it my look? My sweater? My jeans? Or maybe it was the shoes?

But I actually knew the real reason. Well... I suspected it.

They knew who I was. What my story was. Well... they at least only knew what the media told them.

In the end, I made it to the table at the end of the library. A dark wooden table with two chairs. I put my things down on one of the chairs and slowly sat down on the opposite one. Instead of looking through the corridor of the library again, I instead looked out of the window to my left and watched it start to rain.

I unpacked my iPad and started correcting the given "bad" script. We had received the task from our professor to correct a script.

Now time passed little by little. Students came and went. It didn't stop raining and slowly got dark outside, so the library was forced to turn on its warm lamps. I automatically felt safer and more secure. I always found it interesting how warm light represented a safe mood.

Suddenly I recognized a shadow in the corner of my eye.

I took out one of my headphones to better perceive my surroundings. To find out where this shadow came from, I looked over and made acquaintance with dark... no. Almost black eyes. Within seconds, I had noticed the person's face. A friendly and somehow sweet smile. Beautiful teeth. Dimples. And not to forget the light freckles on her nose and cheeks.

I could perceive all this within a few seconds and that even though I only looked into her eyes.

Eyes so dark that they were almost black. Eyes in which the light of the small lamp was already reflected on the table.

"Can I sit down with you?"

She asked and I easily lifted the corners of my mouth without really realizing it and took my coat and backpack directly from the chair to make her place.

As a thank you, she gave me an even wider smile back before she sat down and opened her laptop. Curious, I looked back to the large corridor of the library because I had wondered. Why did she want to sit here?

This question was answered with my look back to the hallway. It had become quite full in the library.

In silence, we both worked on our tasks without worrying about the other in the slightest.

Later, a gossiping mixed group of boys and girls ran past us.

"Looks like the freaks have found each other," one of the girls whispers and tells us condescendingly. With eyebrows pulled together and a concentrated look, I looked after them as they giggled and turned around again before they disappeared. What did she mean by that? I asked myself and still looked confused with working head after them even though they were no longer visible.

"Don't worry. They would never be able to understand us..." A soft voice tore me out of the trance.

"Hm?" I asked and my eyes landed on the girl sitting opposite me.

Her facial expression was gentle, yet there was a cheeky grin on her lips.

"To be the survivors..."

With a slightly tilted head, I looked at her and tried to understand.

"You... don't know?" She asked surprised and smiled even more broadly as if she had to laugh at this situation.

"What to know?" I asked calmly and slightly annoyed. She closed her laptop and stretched out her hand to me "Tara Carpenter by the way"

Confused but with slightly raised corners of my mouth, I took her in comparison to my dainty hand and shook her "Y/N Y/L/N"

When I did this, our eye contact began to become firmer and firmer and then I began to understand and my eyes widened in surprise "Tara? Oh..."

That was the moment I realized it.

She nodded and smiled forcedly before our hands separated from each other and her look became a little more serious "yeah..."

I sighed and looked at her facial features again this time... they looked so much different to me. Now that I knew who she was. What her stories were. Well the things I knew from the media only.

"I'm impressed..." I said gently with a look deeply lost in thought.

"I should be the one who is impressed. What you've been through..." she began, turning her gaze away and smiling as she sighed.

"Maybe... But you went through it twice... Try not to make yourself less strong" I said, smiling broadly.

"How small the world is..." I said and had to laugh slightly about it. So I was sitting here now. At a table with Tara Carpenter. Survivor of two Ghostface attacks.

Tara stood up on her chair as she put her arms on the table to prevent something "can I ask you something?"

I nodded and looked at her gently

"How did you deal with it? Some of us went to therapy... I tried to forget somehow... but I promised my sister to visit a therapist"

I sighed barely audible

"At first I had also tried to just forget it. But there are far too many things that remind me over and over again. Things that were once associated with good memories" thoughtfully I looked down at my iPad before I locked it.

I shrugged my shoulders

"If you know my weights... you can certainly imagine that I was forced into therapy from a certain point. To make sure I'm not crazy"

Tara nodded and something about her attitude and the way these Bambi-like eyes looked at me, I felt the feeling of being able to tell her everything.

It was now two years ago when my family was killed by my own father.

How I survived, It still was a mystery to myself today and how I didn't lose my mind all the more confusing. My family was never perfect. They were fighting here and there. They said worse things more often, but I never thought it would really come to one of these things. So it came to one thing at a time. A quarrel that degenerated... first my mother. I was glad that she didn't have to suffer... nevertheless, my mind couldn't understand that she wasn't there from now on. She wasn't there anymore because of a broken neck. I would never forget the look in my father's eyes. It was no remorse. No fear. It was darkness. Pure darkness. I was looking for shelter in one of the bedrooms. Heard the screams of my younger brother...

I took a deep breath to stop thinking about it. In order to no longer hear the screams, I changed the music. A song like once liked to sing together. In addition, we shot embarrassing lipsync video.

"How was it for you?" I whispered and looked up at Tara. Darkness. Eyes so dark that they looked black. After what my father did, I hated brown eyes. But Tara's eyes... they made me curious and thoughtful.

"Someone to kill who was actually close to you?" Tara asked, I nodded silently to answer her question.

After what my father did, I somehow managed to surprise and kill him. I was trapped in the house with the bodies of my family for 24 hours. It took me 24 hours to realize what happened. I needed 24 to understand that they would never come back. It took me 24 hours to understand that I was now also a murderer.

"Hard..." said Tara as our eyes parted and she looked down thoughtfully.

I nodded, "I think I can well imagine it..."

Tara looked up at me and nodded.

"It's hard to process it. Therapy is somehow always good. It at least calms the court or the police... but I guess everyone has to find out for themselves how best to process it..." I took a deep breath and looked down at my phone to look at the cover of the song that was currently playing.

"I try to repeat the good memories... over and over again in my head. Although they remind me of the bad at the same time... somewhere it helps. Somehow it calms me to know that I will never stop thinking about them..."

Tara nodded

"Maybe I'm getting too close to you and maybe that's very off topic now. But would you like a coffee? And talking about something that doesn't remind us of our messed-up life’s?"

I smiled and laughed dryly.

"That sounds good..."

From that moment on

I didn't know how my life would change. I didn't know that I would fall in love with eyes that were so dark and scary for me once. I didn't know I would live on. I didn't know I would create new good memories. I didn't know I would have a new family.

Days passed. Days became weeks and soon weeks became months.

If I didn't meet Tara at least once a week, we would write to each other day and night. At first I wasn't sure if it was good to be friends with each other, if we might be too toxic for each other. But it was the opposite. We lived on. We healed. We were there for each other. We understood each other without really talking about it.

"Are you coming over? The others would like to get to know you," Tara wrote to me at 8:00 in the evening. I hesitated with the message. However, I couldn't think of any reason not to go, as if I found myself 30 minutes later in front of Tara and Sam's apartment door. As soon as I knocked on it, I could perceive several voices. When the door opened, I met a broadly smiling and laughing Tara. I looked down a little shy. Her eyes, which once didn't have a great effect on me, made it harder and harder for me over the time when we became friends. At first I liked to look at them. Then I began to lose myself in my thoughts. Then I started to feel nervous. It usually started with goosebumps... which then turned into a tingling. Since then, I couldn't look her in the eyes for long without feeling like I was doing something that was probably wrong.

"I hope you're ready for a discussion about some movies" Tara began when she ran towards me and hugged me as a greeting. I replied to this lightly and said

"I don't care... I'll stay out of it"

Slowly I followed Tara into the living room and saw the remaining members of core 4.

I grinned broadly "wow the core 4. Can I get autographs?"

Mindy laughed and looked at me proudly "I already like her. Come here Y/n"

I sat down slightly shyly next to Mindy and was drawn into the discussion between Barbie and Oppenheimer without wanting to.

"Mindy go easy on her," said Sam with a head-shaking smile on the armchair. I sighed and my gaze fell to chad "go ahead Y/n what do you think? As a film student"

I leaned back on the couch and began "that the message behind the Barbie movie is great, we don't have to discuss any further... Oppenheimer is purely cinematic a must for itself. That's all I'm saying about it" Tara grinned broadly and threw the pillow that was lying next to Y/n on chad before she dropped next to her "see Chad. We told you"

We discussed different films throughout the evening and got to know each other in between.

Mindy put her arm around Y/n and asked with a slightly dirty grin "are you staying the night? We want to make a spontaneous trip to coney island together tomorrow"

Y/n didn't quite understand the combination of Mindy's body language and the question and was a bit overwhelmed to answer directly.

"Y/n doesn't like sleepovers," Tara said relaxed. When y/n looked at Tara and caught her heart beating faster, Mindy gave Tara a look that meant something like "shut up, I'm trying to clarify things for you here" which Y/N of course didn't see.

"Is there a specific reason?" Sam asked seriously while she let all the scenarios go through her head.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders

"I don't like sharing beds or being not able to sleep in my own bed in general"

"Tara and Sam have a free room... you could sleep in there..." said Chad and tried to help Mindy to convince y/n to sleepover. What Tara didn't knew was that Mindy, Chad and even Sam were pretty sure that Tara and Y/n shared some unspoken feelings for each other but things were going so slow between them. So they tried to help.

"The room where your ex roommate lived in? The one who you know? Tried to kill you guys?" Said y/n and laughed slight

"No thanks..."

To everyone's surprise, Tara said quite relaxed "You can sleep in my bed..." all eyes fell at her and Tara seemed to notice why she added in her sentence "I sleep in Quinn's room of course then"

After a short discussion and the persuasion skills of the core 4 Y/n found herself in Tara's room again.

She watches Tara pick clothes to sleep for her.

"You know that you don't have to stay here if you don't want to," said Tara and handed y/n the clothes. Their hands brushed lightly and y/n turned around to put the clothes on. Tara did the same. Both had turned their backs on each other when they put on their pajamas.

"It's okay. For once, I feel really comfortable with someone else. I like to stay," said

y/n after she pulled up her pants. Tara was so surprised by this answer that she turned around and asked "really?"

Y/n laughed and turned around. Both stood in front of each other in only pants and bra.

"Of course..." she said as if it had been obvious. Tara's gaze wandered briefly over y/n free upper body before she looked into her eyes "I also feel comfortable with you".

Now y/n look also wandered over Tara's upper body and it was the first time she got to see the scars other than the one on Tara's hand.

Out of intention y/n stretched out her hand and touched one of Tara's several scars. She had looked at the scar slightly above her hip and stroked it lightly and carefully with her fingertip.

At that moment, Tara's gaze wandered again over y/n upper body. Near her collarbones she got to see a scar and now stroked it slightly herself.

When y/n took Tara's touch, her whole body began to feel like a burning object. Y/n stopped in her own touch, yet her fingertips lay on the slightly raised and lighter area of Tara’s skin.

Slowly she looked back into the dark eyes. So dark that it reminded her of espresso or the night sky that she liked to look at when the full moon was out.

She slowly put her hand around Tara's waist while Tara's slowly wrapped around her neck.

"I also feel safe around you" y/n whispered as she pulled Tara so gently that it almost felt like slow motion. Only now did she realize how big the difference between the two was. Because when their body was only a few centimeters away from each other, she saw Tara look up at her.

"Me too" whispered Tara with a slight smirk while pulling y/n closer by her neck and then y/n began to lean in and closed her eyes. Tara also closed her eyes and began to feel y/n nose brushing slight hers before their lips touched gently. For a few seconds their lips touched before they pulled away to look into each others eyes. Without saying any words their eyes spoke for themselves. Soon they leaned back in and kissed. Kissed each other softly and slowly.

They weren't toxic. They weren't freaks.

They were connected by a dark and suffering past. They were meant to pass each others path so they could care and give eachother the love they needed.

The love of someone who understood.

[staretes]

Hello may I request an ex husband Jing Yuan x reader?

diverging paths

synopsis: "til death do us part" were the words uttered by you and jing yuan on the happiest day of your life, promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of your long lives. but what are promises, but words to be broken? or, jing yuan sees you, decades after your separation, now a bystander to the life that once revolved around him w/c: 0.7k tags: jing yuan x reader, angst, not proofread a/n: thank you anon for sending me this!! (sorry for the angst HAHA) i think i like it?? it may be ooc but i can never tell?

jing yuan is fine. he's perfectly fine.

he's sitting by a stall in aurum alley, savouring one of the rare moments of his free time with yanqing, when suddenly you stroll past, accompanied by someone else. it's like time stops around him, and his eyes are no longer able to see anything but you. 

it's been decades since he's last seen you. you look more confident. happier. you've changed so much without him. your lips form a beaming smile, one that was once reserved for him, and your fingers are intertwined with your lover in a soft, everlasting grasp.

oh.

your hands look so strange without a wedding band on your finger. jing yuan himself had stopped wearing his ring, leaving the broken symbol of the eternal love both of you promised each other hidden in his bedside drawer. he wonders why you stopped wearing it. maybe you, like him, felt the icy guilt stabbing into his chest whenever your ring comes into sight.

but that couldn't be right. after all, you did nothing worthy of guilt.

maybe, just maybe, you left behind the ring shackling your hands to free yourself of the marriage that had kept you trapped for so long. jing yuan imagines how unrestricted you must feel, like a bird soaring out from its cage, no longer burdened by a dying marriage.

"jing yuan, this isnt working."  this was bound to happen,  jing yuan thinks.  as general of the luofu, he carries the weight of the entire ship on his shoulders. he’s seen the bitter eyes hidden by your understanding smile whenever he was whisked away to deal with the luofu’s every stain and smudge. he’s arrived late and left early on every date, anniversary and birthday you’ve tried to spend with him. when was the last time he even slept in the same bed as you? it’s almost impressive that you’ve lasted 300 years in this empty marriage. throughout these years, he’s watched as the passion and vibrance drain from you, as you poured your love into him, and he took it all, not leaving a single drop for you. “ I’ll be there, next time,” he tells both himself and you. after all, you’ve been there for him all this time. but time and time again, he shatters your trust, leaving you to pick up the pieces and glue them back together all by yourself. it would be cruel to keep you caged in this neglected marriage. so jing yuan let you go without a single question. *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* jing yuan remembers the last time he sees you.  this is the crossroad, where the two of you part ways, where you'll be free to journey through your long, happy life.  "you'll be fine, right?" you ask, your eyes meeting his. "of course, " he lies through a smile. after all, you've already wasted enough of your concern on him. "i wish you well, (name)." he speaks again, but this time, his words are nothing but sincere. "alright then." you say resoundingly, but the doubtful worry does not fade from your eyes. however, it does not matter, as your gaze drops to the ground. "i wish you well too," you tell him and you leave, all the same. 

"general, aren't you at all sad?" he hears yanqing inquire curiously from behind him. “they were once your lover right? qingzu told me.”

it’s at this point that jing yuan realises that he’s been staring at you with a blank expression on his face. hurrying to recover, he faces his young apprentice. 

“you should know better than to listen to qingzu.” he chuckles half–heartedly. “but yes, they were my lover. however, we found that we worked better apart. sometimes yanqing, when you love someone, you have to learn to let them go.” 

“but don’t you miss them?” yanqing asks further, his young mind still confused. 

"i do," he admits. “ but i have wonderful memories of them, and i will cherish those memories always.” always is an understatement, jing yuan thinks, for in his long life ahead, he promises to never let the memories of you fade away.

his gaze lands back on you. you haven’t even noticed him. you’re still walking with your partner, oblivious to the rest of the world. jing yuan knows the feeling. his eyes soften as he watches you laughing and smiling, walking away from him without a glance cast his way.

he hopes you’re happy.

[talktomegooseman]

Missed You Darlin

Ship: Jake Hangman Seresin x Fem! Reader Word Count: 1,095 Authors Note: For @roosterforme’s rocktober challenge! Features The Chair by George Strait. Jake is a George fan and y’all can pry that from me Trigger Warnings: Mention of pregnancy, minor swearing, mention of being sick/naueseous

Jake watched the patrons of the Hard Deck like a hawk, waiting to see you walk in. He was getting restless, and it was starting to bug Javy. “Jake. She’ll be here. Don’t worry.” He says, clapping his friend on the shoulder, walking towards the bar to get another beer. Jake didn’t say a word, just kept staring at the door.

You had just pulled into the parking lot of the beloved bar, rifling through your bag for a mint to suck on to keep your nausea at bay. It was still early on in your pregnancy and you found out not long after Jake got on the carrier for the mission. When he came home just hours before, you felt a little sick, but told Jake it was just anxious excitement for him to be home, and that you had something to tell him after your shift at work was over.

You felt his ring sitting at the base of your throat on the chain that he gave you before he left, promising to keep it safe for him. You felt your ring, a light weight on your finger, and you smiled down at it, touching the ring on your throat with your free hand, smiling. You took a breath, and got out of the car, making your way to the entrance of the bar. You opened the doors, and were met with the sound of a jukebox, and endless chatter. 

Jake’s head whipped towards the door for the umpteenth time that night, and his eyes met yours. “Javy, change the song on the jukebox. You know the one.” He whispers to his friend, a grin on his face, heading towards you, as the rest of the squad groaned.

“Hangman. Don’t. She’s got a ring on her finger.”  Fanboy and Rooster say in unison. “Dumbass.” Phoenix says, putting her face in her hands. “Hangman, I know you’re stupid, but you ain’t dumb. What the everlasting hell are you doing?” Bob asks as he walks past him. “It’s fine y’all. You’ll see.” Jake says, making his way to where you sat.

“Well excuse me, but I think you’ve got my chair.” You hear a voice say behind you. “Is it taken?” You ask, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “No it’s not taken, I’ll be glad to share.” Jake says, sitting on the stool next to yours. “Hey sweetheart, is he bugging you?” Penny asks, a protective look in her eyes. “Pen. You and I both know I wouldn’t quote a George Strait song to just anyone. This is my wife, Y/N.” He says, as you give Penny a smile and a small wave.

Back at the pool table, the squad watches the interaction. “The hell is he doing?” Rooster asks, watching as he places a hand on your lower back while you both talk to Penny. Javy returns to the pool table, after getting the song ready to go. “Like he said, you’ll see.” He replies, leaning up against the side of the table. 

“Hey darlin. You got my ring?” “Oh yeah! Here.” You reply, taking the chain from your neck, giving it to Jake, as he removes the band from the chain, and slips it onto his finger. “Feels good to have this back on.” “Feels good to have you back home safe and sound.” You whisper, as your hand rests on his cheek. “Darlin, you have no idea how much I missed you. Let’s dance. I got Pen to get our song on vinyl and convinced Javy to put it on next.” He says, leading you to the pool table near the jukebox. “I’m glad this is our song. The Chair is what started it all.” He says, pulling you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Me too. And there’s more to come.” You say, feeling the beat of his heart.

“What do you mean by that sweets?” He asks, pulling away just enough to look at you. You bring a hand to your lower abdomen, tears in your eyes. “I’m pregnant Jake. Found out two days after you left.” He stares at you for a moment, and then breaks out in a smile. “Really darlin’? Are you really?” “Yeah I am. Now as much as I love you and Mr. Strait, can we sit down and you grab me a ginger ale? Morning sickness is kicking my ass this week.” “Of course sweets. Mind if I take you over to Javy and the rest of the gang?” He asks, as you nod. 

Javy can’t help but grin as you and Jake walk over, an arm slung around your shoulders. A chorus of questions starts to form, but Jake ignores them, nods to Javy and goes to get your drink. “Penny my dear. Could I get a round of beers for the squad and a ginger ale for Y/N?” “Comin right up Hangman.” Penny says, grabbing the drinks and giving them to Jake.

He heads back to the group, sitting next to you. “Ok, Ok, I know y’all have a million questions. This is my wife Y/N. We’ve been married for 2 years, and knew each other years before that. Javy was the best man at my wedding, and that little charade you saw earlier? That’s been planned since we got called back for the mission.” He says, wrapping an arm around you. You wave and smile at the group. “Hey guys. Everything Jake said is true. He’s told me a lot about you. It’s nice to meet you all finally.” You say, leaning into Jake’s embrace. “It’s nice to have some more ladies around. Being around all these men can be tiring sometimes.” Phoenix says, with a laugh and you nod. 

You stay and talk with the group until late into the night, and Penny tell the group to leave. You say your goodbyes, and head to the car. “Did you ride with Javy?” “Yeah, I’ll drive home.” Jake says, his hand out silently asking for the keys. You give them to him, and he opens your door, before getting in himself. The drive home is met with a comfortable silence. 

You and Jake head inside, kicking off shoes and stealing passionate kisses. “Missed you darlin. Now can we make up for that missed time?” “Missed you too baby. We can make up for that missed time, so long as nugget agrees.” You say breaking the kiss, squealing, as Jake lifts you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom. 

[shiny-kaibernyte]

hey there! if you’re taking requests, can i ask for a drayton and/or kieran x a male! reader who has a very punk/alt style and looks pretty intimidating but is actually very kind? maybe the reader specializes in ghost/dark types too

regardless, i hope you’re taking care of yourself, i love your writing!

I really really like this! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this request! As a Ghost/dark specialist myself, i'll use Pokemon i have on my own team for convenience. If you don't like it feel free to yell at me for taking so long and mucking it up! ANYWAY Happy reading.

Warning: Small amount of Angst

Pretend | Kieran x Male Reader

“Kieran… you really shouldn’t rush this! It’s okay to feel nervous. You're not ready and that’s okay, please… don’t push yourself for something out of your reach.” Sitting opposite Kieran hoping your words would reach through to him, and yet the table seemed to only be a small part of the gap between you. 

A bang echoed through the dining room as Kieran slammed his fist on the floor, his voice coming out in a determined shout. “HELL NO! I’M READY I KNOW I AM! I’ll RETURN TO THAT WASH UP OF A SCHOOL AND SHOW EVERYONE HOW MUCH I’VE CHANGED!”

“Kieran calm down! I meant nothing by it, I’m simply saying, maybe wait another day before going back. After all, the spotlight’s going to be heavily on you… Are you… Sure you’re ready for that much attention?” Raising an eyebrow, a hint of worry in your voice, seemingly in an attempt to break through his facade and get through his shell.

Seems it worked

Kieran’s eyes fell to the floor, his head hung low, gripping his jeans so tightly. His knuckles turned white, and his palms read from the pressure. Tears began falling from his eyes, his voice coming out as nothing more than a shaking quiver of what it once was. “I don’t need you… to tell me that…”

“Kieran! I’m sorry please don’t c-” Barely a sentence out and Kieran’s voice breaks through your own.

“I’m not as strong as you… I can’t make people run from me the moment they see me walking down a hall… I can’t glare at someone like you can… make them show respect to you just by looking at them. You don’t even have to raise your voice… Just looking at you makes people's skin crawl. I’ve seen countless Pokémon hide behind their trainer or out right return to their balls… All because of how you look… Your team being all ghost types only helps you… The way you hold yourself up, I’ve never even seen you break a sweat… even in those outfits… How… how can I even comprehend facing that place again… With everything I have done to not only them… but to you? How can you sit across from me and show me the kindness you never show to others? How… Can you let me call you my boyfriend?”

“What are you talking about Kieran… where is all this coming from?” Unable to comprehend anything he was saying, your words only added fuel to this sombre fire within him.

“I Pretended… that’s how I got through. I held myself up by a thread, I pretended to be strong… I wanted to be stronger, I thought I was stronger than you… I needed to be stronger than you… To prove to myself I could protect you… the way you always have me. I pretended… Even when I never showed it to you, I followed you around like a lost Yamper. It’s dumb now that I say it aloud. Pushing you away from me at every step, and yet I admit how much I wanted to be like you… And yet after everything with Ogerpon… the academy… Area Zero. You never backed away from me…” As if a light switch had been flicked, his gaze was fixed upon your face, staring into you, with a look you couldn’t recognise, the tears that were still running down his face were no longer once of doubt and sorrow, but now determination and pride. “I see now… I don’t need to pretend any more. The thread doesn’t need to be held together any more, because it never existed in the first place. You… you were what was holding me up this whole time, I always wondered why I felt so secure around you. I thought before it was because of your alternative style and your Pokémon… That Chandelure of yours is intimidating, it alone took out most of my team. But now I realise you were simply trying to find me…”

A chuckle, that was all that escaped your lips as your arms crossed your chest, leaning back against the wall behind you. The lights on the ceiling blinding your vision as you stare into them, seemingly trying to find the words to compare what he had said, and yet you came up empty. Kieran’s words ring true in your ears. Seems his momentary outburst was all he needed to realise what you had been trying to do ever since the festival.

“What I'm trying to say is… thank you, for never giving up on me. When I met you, I thought you were this… delinquent waiting to punch the first worm you saw in your way, and yet, the way you smiled at me, was something I wouldn't give up for all the riches in this world. Why you chose me to give your kindness to, I will never understand. So again, thank you a thousand times over.” Kieran finally coming down from his outburst, his gaze softening as he played your meeting in his head.

“No need to thank me… You’re a good guy Kieran, don’t let those doubts get to you. I’ll always be here to hold you up.” That was the exact moment your Pokémon decided to show up. The sound of three poke balls opening echoed through the room, one of which caused Kieran to fall back off the pillow and onto the floor. Chandelure, Phantump and Ceruledge, all showing up at the same time. Phantump seemed to be the most affectionate towards Kieran as it flew around his head on the floor.

Chandelure spun for a moment in a silent celebration. Ceruledge simply stood by your side as you leaned forwards again, looking at your boyfriend on the floor. Kieran suddenly sprung up in almost a comedic way, only to be met by Ceruledge's piercing gaze. Though he wasn’t afraid, inspired is the word that came to his mind. A sparkle in his eye, and a bright determined grin, it would seem foolish to think just a few minutes ago he was crying a river into his jeans as voicing his heart's broken poetry to you. “I’m ready to go back! If I'm lucky enough to call you my boyfriend then I'm not going to back down again. Besides, even though I'm no longer leading the league any more, I still have a score to settle with Drayton.”

Your Phantump waved its arms around in the air, its cheeks puffing out for a moment as if trying to mimic Kieran’s new-found strength. “I’ll be right here with you, ready to scare off those who get in your way” The last part came out as a mockery, you wouldn’t really scare anyone, on purpose that is.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Omg i just read all of the angel and devil steddie au things you wrote and I AM OBSESSED! Literally you are so good at writing and I am so jealous that I’ll never experience this irl lol. Anyway thank you for making so many amazing pieces of writing!! :)

Could you write something where Eddie makes Steve watch him slowly tease and finger the reader, using his tendrils to keep Steve against the wall in a chokehold when he tries to come over and touch you? You get a bit worried, but Eddie says that he’ll let go of his grip on Steve once the reader cums a few times, so he makes the reader squirt and then Steve joins them and plays with her boobs and kisses her, then they fuck her until she’s overstimulated? Eddie’s degrading her and Steve’s praising her?

(Sorry if that didn’t make sense, also feel free to write it however you want, whatever sparks your creativity!)

Thanks! :)

a/n: oh my gooooddd I cannot tell you how hard it was not to write this into a whole, huge fic! if only I had all the time in the world...

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“Come on, baby,” Steve attempted a slow exhale to calm the throbbing within his jeans, staring at you intently from his restrained spot across the room, “please cum. Do it for me. Let go so that I can come over there and have a taste, please.”

“Eddie,” you whined shakily in protest of the devil’s purposely feathery light touch over your still panty-clad cunt, tickling your throbbing clit so rudely that your whole body trembled in need of more. 

Settled comfortably behind you, the doe eyes you tilted your head to flash the creature didn’t sway him one bit as his tongue simply flickered across his smirk, “what?” a condescending chuckle rippling through him, “what is it?”

“M-more Eds, please,” you whimpered in his arms, “I wanna cum so bad.” 

“Oh yeah? You wanna cum, do you?” he taunted, not changing his teasing touch in the slightest, his stubby nails drawing slow circles over the agonisingly thin barrier covering you up, tickling the obvious wet spot to grow as he further drew your body into madness, “you wanna get off so that your precious little angel can get what he wants, huh?”

“Yes,” you nearly cried. 

“You know what I think? I think you can cum from just this,” he purred, sucking your earlobe in past his lips, “hell, I think you could even squirt for me, soak those pretty little panties and show Steve just how much you want him inside of you,” you felt like clawing up the walls from just how intense and overwhelming the lightness of his touch felt, “come on, cum for him,” he breathed, his fluttering caress steady on your mess of a trembling form, “come on, you can do it,” not even truly realising how far his teasing had pushed you, your desperate moans didn’t register in your own ears as his airy petting conjured a warm trickle to slowly darken the cotton between your quivering thighs, “there you go, honey,” he chuckled as the gush itself had flown completely over your own head, “fuck…” he suddenly gave the sodden gusset a sharp tap, the clear contrast to the previous rude butterfly that had been his touch caused your whole body to jolt and additional squirt to sputter out, your whole centre literally dripping from your juices, “such a pretty fucking mess…” 

Dazed, you peeked out of the crook of Eddie’s frame that had become your hiding spot, “c-can you let go of him now?”

His eyes briefly flickering up towards the angel enveloped in the familiar forceful and inky tentacles, his smirk then redirected to you, “if you cum for him twice in the next 5 minutes,” you felt his long fingers finally breach the waistband of your underwear, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as you caught sight of the vision of his hand bulging underneath the drenched cotton, “then I’ll maybe consider it.”

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[anemhoez]

Desire…(pt 2)

Scar/AFAB Reader!

A/N: so this was in my drafts for a bit and just needed to be proofread 🤭 oops im so sorry i became a hard ATINY and now my life revolves around those 8 queers 🥴 hope you all enjoy and let me know when Scar comes back i havent touched WuWa since 🙄 feel free to read part 1 here hehe

WARNINGS: language, unprotected sex, monster fucking 👀

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Upon finally entering his room, Scar let you down onto your feet and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Welcome home doll.” he said softly. You looked around the room, taking in everything all at once and learning the kind of person he was behind closed doors. It was all, surprisingly normal looking. The room was large enough to have two separate spaces. There was a section for his bed, ornate and comfortable looking, and a section for lounging where he had a computer set up. Aside from the shockingly bright red walls, there really wasn’t much to say about it. “And here I thought you’d have people chained up and begging for their lives.”

Scar emerged from a door you assumed led to the bathroom since you could hear water running in the background. “That’s what the dungeon is for, maybe I’ll show it to you one day.” he said and reached out to you. You took his hand and he led you to the bathroom, which had the same red walls but there were accents of black and gold that caught your eye. He sat on the edge of the onyx colored bathtub, observing the way you looked around at everything. “Im a little offended you think i would live like some kind of barbarian,!Rover.” he said crossing his arms over his chest. You giggled and turned to look at him, “Sorry it’s just, I’m glad i won’t have to change much, I like your taste.” you said as you put both hands on his cheeks. You squished his face and leaned in to kiss him but he pulled back. “Who said you’re even allowed to touch anything?” You don’t know why you thought everything he did was so cute, but the way he spoke through his squished cheeks was just so endearing. “Blah blah blah,” you teased and pulled him into that kiss you wanted. He pulled you closer, intensifying the kiss and squeezing your rear. Now you were the one to pull away from him, finally removing your shoes and stockings. He stood up and stopped the running water and added some sweet smelling soap. He helped you get in the tub, making eye contact with you as he removed his own shoes and pants.

You finally got a good look at his dick, at full mast by now after all of the teasing the two of you were doing. And it was just as impressive as you expected, long and thick with a delicious looking curve that caused a pang in your gut once you saw it. He saw you eyeing him and reached for it, tugging on it hard. You made eye contact with him and pointed to your mouth in a cute way that made him smile. He prodded at your mouth, moaning as he felt the warmth and wetness once you took him in. “Who am i kidding, you can do whatever the fuck you want,” he huffed and took the back of your head with both hands and pushed you even further onto him. You gagged hard and looked up at him, his smile widening mischievously, pulling out so you could catch your breath. “You’ll get used to it, promise.” he said and leaned down to give you a kiss.

He then stepped into the tub, sitting down across from you, leaning back on the rim of the tub. “Feels so good to be home, that prison was so dull, if you hadn’t gotten me out of there when you did, I’m not sure what i’d have done.” You grabbed the nearby wash cloth and dunked it into the water, letting the soapy suds soak into it. You began scrubbing him, starting with his neck and chest. “I’m sure someone would have shown up, and given us quite the fight.” As you scrubbed his skin, the scars on his body almost looked red due to the warm water. You couldn’t help but admire his body, muscular yet lean and littered with scars that each held a story to tell. “I told them that once i was caught to not bother coming for me, a part of me felt like there was no way they could win against you,” your hands slipped into the water and began scrubbing his stomach and thighs. “I really was banking my fate on you,” he said softly, taking you by the chin to look into your eyes. “How did you know that i’d choose you?” He smiled and pulled you closer, “The day in that clearing, when i told you that story, you were so interested in finding out the truth,” you moved with him as he pulled your face closer to his, your cunt brushing against his stiff cock as you now straddled him. “Your curiosity to learn everything they’ve been lying to you about, I knew youd want to know more, and getting you like this,” he kissed you as he prodded at your entrance, lazily grinding up against you, “is a bonus, I mean I’m good but I didn’t know i was that good,” he laughed at himself, patting himself on the back for getting someone as lovely as you on his side, and in his bed.

“Quite the gamble,” you said and reached down, taking the base of his cock and lining him up with your waiting cunt. “So impatient,” he said as he watched you, and reached down to stop you from sinking down on him by holding your thigh with one hand, while the other grabbed his cock. He rubbed his tip against your folds, “You think you’re gonna get what you want that easily?” he chuckled darkly and moved you so that you could sit with your back pressed against his chest. You audibly whined, “You are as evil as they say!” you teased and he just laughed. He grabbed some soap and began cleansing your body, trailing the soap down your front, “Come now, I want to help clean up the mess I made,” he kissed your cheek playfully while you seethed.

Once the two of you finished washing up your need was still as hot as ever, now hating how he laughed at you as you began getting bratty with him. But almost as if he felt your desire, the second he helped you stand on the plush bath mat, he lifted you up, and finally stuffed you full of his cock in one swift motion. “Scar!” you yelped out, your wet hands gripping for purchase on his back. He knew exactly how to get to you already, making you realize just how your lives together would play out from now own. You held onto him, the cool air pricked at your slicked skin as he walked you to his bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his dick so deep inside of you, you were sure you felt him in your gut. You tried moving up on him but he held you down firmly and scoffed. “Needy little slut,” his words made you clench down on him even harder, your pussy was aching at this point. “Asshole,” you hissed suddenly, the surprised look on his face threatening to make you giggle through your fake annoyance. “Did you bring me back to fuck me or just tease me?” you tried wiggling out of his grasp, pushing against his chest as you tried to stand. “I’ll just finish myself off-ahh!” you yelped as he gripped you even tighter, his fingernails had turned to claws during your attempt at defiance. Scar dragged his claws up your back, “Fuck I didn’t think you had it in you,” you finally started to ride him slowly, his thick cock molding agsinst your waitibg walls. “You’re holding back, aren’t you?” you huffed against his lips, letting out a small moan as he bucked up against you. “You’re worried I’ll get hurt, right?” you took his face in your hands, kissing his lips breathlessly as you chased your release. “Yes,” he sighed holding you even closer, his hands now resting at your rear. “I can handle it Scar, please don’t hold back.” your voice was a whisper in his ears now, pleading for him to let go and be himself with you.

He growled, the tightness of your walls against him driving him to finally let go. His eyes glowed red and his horns appeared on his forehead. They twisted at the tips as he stared at you, a wicked smile on his face. You reached for his horns, and pulled him into a kiss, one he reciprocated eagerly. He lifted you up as he stood and maneuvered your body swiftly so that you were on your back. But you immediately turned so that you were on your knees, “Come on then,” you perked your ass up to him and you could see the way his eyes flashed. Scar buried himself into you once again, his claws digging into the flesh of your ass, “Rover, you better tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he said with a moan as he felt your tightness around him. You just nodded quickly, bucking back up against him as you craved more of him. His pace quickened, his hips smacking into yours loudly, any mystery of what was happening in here lost due to the lewd sounds the two of you were making. Gods you hated how good his dick felt, already knowing you’d be addicted to it after this. You were certain you’d be begging him to fuck you wherever and whenever you wanted from now on. He pressed down on the small of your back, your body sinking onto the bed and resting on your arms and cheek. The harder he fucked you, the more you felt your peak nearing, accompanied by a slight pain. But you didn’t stop him like he told you to, you didnt want the onslaught of the most intense pleasure you ever felt to stop. Not only that, you were sure you couldn’t even speak a coherent sentence with the whiny babbles that were dripoung from your lips as he pistoned into you. Scar leaned down, “Perfect little rover, all mine.” he moaned out and licked your cheek, trailing a path to your neck. He kissed and sucked marks onto your back and once he was done, he caged your body between his arms. He fucked you into the mattress mercilessly, tears forming at the corner of your eyes at the pleasure and you buried your face into the sheets, quieting the scream that signaled your climax. “Yes, fuck don’t stop!” you begged as you clenched around him, feeling another orgasm incoming. Scar didnt let up, loud grunts coming from deep in his thtoat as he threw his head back, “Gods,” he sighed and thrust against you as hard as he could, bringing the both of you to climax. You writhed on his twitching cock that filled you with his hot seed, finally unclenching your jaw and letting go of the sheets. He kissed the back of your neck, “I really fucking like you, doll.” he chuckled against you before pulling out. He watched his release drip out of your spent and swollen pussy, “You alright?“ You moved to sit up, wiping at you eyes “I’m fine Scar,” you spoke softly, looking at him with tired fucked out eyes. You reached for him and he smiled, moving closer to cuddle you.

The two of you lay next to one another chatting about your new life together and getting to know one another better. He kissed and soothed you, reassuring you with kind words about how he’d never betray you. “You can trust me,” his voice was soft as he spoke, pulling you even closer to him by your leg. You winced and let out a small sigh from the pain, “I told you to tell me if it hurt,” he said rolling his eyes at you. You snuggled closer to him, “I know but it felt so good, I wasn’t about to stop you.” you kissed his chest to reassure him you were going to be fine. Scar growled in defiance but still kissed your forehead, despite you disobeying him. The rest of the night was spent with him praising you and thanking you for choosing him, his stamina unlike anything else you’ve experienced as he pleasured you over and over again.

A/N: PLEASE LET ME CHOOSE HIM!!!!! I WANT ONLY HIM!!! ugh!!! i dont wanna feel good i wanna feel evil and fuck the hot villain 🥲

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© don't steal my shit gang. kinda proofread, will be edited.

It started off with a few stolen glances and a sudden gift disguised as a piece of chocolate cake arriving at your table… 

“Courtesy of the table across from you.”  

And it’s been history ever since. 

“I know you seen me looking at you, you know how to grab a nigga’s attention fasho.”

“Mhm, you know you playing wit’ fire right?”

“Fire aint nothing forreal if you know how to handle it.” 

He was always finding some way to make you fold and he knew exactly what he was doing too. Stringing you on with quick but sensual kisses, “I gotchu, jus’ be patient.” licking his lips whenever the energy of his heated stares was matched by you, his hands rhythmically rubbing up and down your thighs, his eyes always being locked on you whenever you spoke. . .There was no way in hell you were going to make it out unscathed. 

Quick and flirty banter is definitely a pillar in you guy’s relationship, feeling comfortable enough to go back and forth with each other.

“Don’t miss me too much! i’ll see you soon, baby.”

“Dont miss you too much? I’ll be missing you the whole week, ma.” 

He loved buying you bracelets and necklaces with his or your name engraved on them, cute lil’ bags he be seeing you eyeing whenever you walk through Chanel, giving you personalized free VIP access to his shows, shit...sending drivers to pick you up and bring you to said shows. And he always made sure you ate and did whatever you needed to do.

“You eat? Nah fuck that, you hungry?” 

“...Maybe.”

“...Don’t play with me, y/n.”

Brent is definitely a sweet-heart in the beginning, well...in his own little way. He’s a romantic but not hopeless. He knew how to show you he cared while also not overplaying his part and things would definitely need time to build up into an actual relationship too. You weren’t stupid, you knew that even though you knew him on a deeper level than all the fame and even as far as to say you knew him as Christopher, he’s still gonna Brent Faiyaz at the end of the day. There were still going to be precautions, external problems, internal problems, and then internal problems egged on by the external ones; loving him was going to be anything but easy. But your connection started to change in different ways too, the relationship would start off with lots of excitement and rose-tinted lenses until feelings started growing and shit got serious; you was thinking it was going to give Jackie Brown and a dash of search & rescue baby...but in reality, it's giving what you heard and session 32 😭. (coughs in this nigga has avoidant attachment issues) 

As soon as he realized what you two had going on was developing into something deeper, he started getting distant. Missing calls, ignoring texts, even coming up with half-assed excuses for missed dates and blowing you off. 

“My bad, I had a lot of shit going on.” 

“I was in the studio, you know how it be, y/n.”

 “I got too caught up in London, that shit was crazy.” 

“You think i could call you back though?” 

And soon the arguments came and you two started staying mad at each other for days on end, not even bothering to try and smooth things over like in the beginning of the relationship. It was hard and it gave you a lot of anxiety. You wouldn't say that you felt unsafe perse, but you definitely didn't feel comfortable. “You mean to tell me that you can't answer the fucking phone for three seconds, Chris??” You shouted, frustration built up in your voice and it was obvious that you were fed the fuck up. It didn't help that the man sitting in front of you was quick to roll his eyes and smack his teeth, but what definitely didn't help was his smart-ass mouth. “Ain't nobody tell you to hit my jack and start losing yo shit, y/n. That's the shit that be blowing me.” 

“I don’t hear from you for days and you expect me to not get worried? You’re mad at me for giving a fuck about you??”

“Whatever, man.”

The whole thing would just progressively get worse as you two went back and forth. you saying petty shit while he just dismissed your feelings until he decided that he would just tell you shit you wanted to hear so the situation would be deaded.

 “I’m sorry, y/n...” he’d say soothingly in your ear, massaging your hips in circular motions as you’d lay your head on top of his chest, close to where his heart beats. “You know I be missing you like crazy. you can't stay mad at me for too long, baby.” and he was right. This routine repeated and repeated itself over and over again until he stopped ‘comforting’ you and just seemingly stopped caring altogether. 

“Nah bro, you tweakin’.” 

“Okay, y/n. stop calling my phone then, problem solved.”

“And you swear you don’t see how your point doesn’t make sense?”

“You got it, y/n.”

With time, you two just broke away from each other, but never ended things officially. It went from short brief phone calls to text messages and eventually, those stopped too. A hole was left in your chest and you couldn’t help but feel as if you wasted your time, continuously punishing yourself because you gave out a part of yourself you won't get back ━ but you couldn’t help but miss him. You’d find yourself compensating for his absence, making two plates of everything, migrating to his unspoken side of the bed, never taking the flowers he got you out of the vase you put them in; even though they long withered away. “I can't believe this nigga got me out here wasting food, groceries are expensive...Eggs are almost four fucking dollars! I can't do this shit, I need to get a grip and be fucking forreal.” 

But let's not pretend he didn’t find himself trying to make sense of your absence, too. 

⋆ ⤏ FINAL WORDS ! 📢 honestly this doesn't feel like it's 1k+ words but it is 😭. i'm so tired chile and i start school in 4 hours. i'm actually content with how this came out, fw it!!

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The last pair

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader x Matt Murdock

summary: Frank is a simple man who cares more about convenience than appearance. And you and Matt refuse to let him hear the end of it.

warnings: none? language, i guess?

a/n: I wrote this for my bestie @madschiavelique because they inspired me and I wanted to share it. Hope you all enjoy!

w/c: ~600

Frank was beginning to regret his aversion to doing the laundry. It wasn’t that he didn’t do it ever, it was just that he tended to push that off until absolutely necessary—and there had been one pair of pants left in the dresser this morning, so he hadn’t been forced to wash his jeans. 

You see, Frank was a simple man. He exerted the effort necessary, when it was necessary. His appearance was at the bottom of his list of priorities most days, a symptom of his military training and constantly having bigger fish to fry after the subsequent tragedy. It didn’t matter what he wore or if his hair was brushed, or if his face was clean shaven—more than likely he’d be covered in blood by the end of the day. 

But that was before. Before Red, before you. Before he took a step back from his other identity and tried his hand at a civilian life again. Something he hadn’t had for decades. And it was almost peaceful…

But your ceaseless giggles were threatening to shatter that delicate peace. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” You panted, breathlessly. Looking up at him with tears of humor sparkling in your eyes, you took in his glaring eyes and comically grumpy frown and began cackling again. He grunted, shoving past you gently as he stalked to the bedroom. 

“Frank, wait! Come back!” You called after him, guilty yet gleeful. 

“What on earth are you laughing at?” Of fucking course he would come home right now. Why not let everyone in his life share in his humiliation?

Matt hurried inside, shedding his coat, already grinning at whatever had set you off. He strode over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you hello before rephrasing his question. “What’s so funny, angel?” 

“Frank’s outfit.” You barely made it through the two words before the force of another round of bright giggles bent you in half. 

Matt turned his head towards the older man, cocking it slightly. “Oh?” 

“Don’t encourage her, Red. She’s seein’ things.” Frank spoke gruffly, avoiding Matt’s blank gaze as a deep crimson blush crept up his cheeks. 

“Aw, Castle,” Matt pouted in fake sympathy. “She teasing you, baby?” Letting go of your waist, Matt sauntered over to Frank. 

“Shut up, Red.” Frank hissed, standing rigidly as Matt tenderly rubbed his shoulders. Kissing Frank’s cheek, Matt began to apply a bit more pressure, kneading the tense muscles in Frank’s upper back. Groaning in satisfaction, Frank tipped his head forward, letting Matt massage his neck with one hand. 

“That feel good?” Matt murmured, smirking at Frank’s relaxed expression. 

“Mmhmm.” Frank hummed, resting his forehead against Matt’s shoulder. 

With the larger man sufficiently distracted, Matt allowed his free hand to drift down Frank’s torso to his…velour track pants?

“Frank, honey,” Matt began, trying to keep his tone even. 

“Yah?” Still limp against the lawyer, Frank’s voice was muffled by Matt’s neck. 

“Why are you wearing women’s pants?” 

Behind the pair, you shrieked with laughter. Frank straightened, breaking free of Matt’s grasp. 

“They were the only clean pants, ok!” He groused, marching into the bedroom to change. “If it’s so damn ridiculous, I’ll take ‘em off.” 

“Matty, you don’t even know the best part.” You laughed, sidling up to Matt in the bedroom doorway. “Those pants are hot pink, and they say ‘juicy’ on the butt in rhinestones.” 

That had you and Matt both in stitches, practically collapsing to the floor with wheezing laughter. 

“Ya know what? I’m dumpin’ both of ya.” Frank called from the bedroom, stifling a smile of his own. 

[late-to-the-party-81]

Finders Keepers - Chapter Five

AN: Yay! Bucky to the rescue. Thanks for all the love on the last chapter. I hope you like this one just as much. Kisses to you all. This chapter is unbeta’d.

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Chapter Four

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Chapter word count: 3.6k

Chapter CW: Alternating POV, angst, Protective Bucky, feels, growing relationship, mutual pining, there was only one bed, nightmares, hurt/comfort, cuddles, first kiss.

Chapter 5 - A change is as good as a rest

As your heart-rate returned to normal and the levels of adrenaline coursing through your body reduced, your awareness of your surroundings and situation as well as your awkwardness increased. Because here you were, clinging onto your worst enemy like he was some kind of life preserver, covering his jacket with your tears and snot.

As your sobs lessened, you carefully pulled yourself from Bucky’s embrace, almost disappointed when he let you, and rubbed at your eyes with the back of your hands.

“We need to get out of here, doll.” Bucky’s voice was gruffer than usual, and you didn’t want to investigate the reason for that too much.

You moved your head up to look at him, a determined tilt to your jaw. “Not without my leg. Bastards took it and I want it back.”

Bucky’s expression as he took in what you said was a picture and under any other circumstances would have been hilarious. His eyes widened and he looked down at where your legs were partially tucked under you. You could pinpoint the moment the realisation hit because his cheeks suddenly flared red with absolute rage.

“I’m gonna kill him,” he growled, and you suddenly realised that his response was now less hilarious and more arousing, and nope, you weren’t touching those thoughts with a long stick. Instead you reached out and placed your hand on his forearm.

“No, you’re gonna help me find my leg and then we’re gonna leave. They aren’t worth it.”

“But he hurt you,” came Bucky’s curt reply.

“Yes, but I’ll live. If we get out of here quick enough.” It seemed as though your reasoning broke through the caveman attitude and Bucky gave you a small nod before getting to his feet. He held out his hand and without a second thought you took it, allowing him to pull you upright. 

“Anything else I need to know about?” His voice was full of concern, and you knew what he was asking.

“No. I’m fine other than this,” you replied, gesturing down to your right leg. “Let’s get a move on.”

However, you hadn’t quite realised how tired your left leg was until you tried a few tentative hops, one hand on the wall and the other still being clasped by Bucky. You tried not to make a sound as the pain of lactic acid build up lanced through your calf and thigh, but apparently there was no hiding your discomfort from the man next to you.

“Shit, doll. You must be in agony. I could…,” he made a scooping motion with his free hand, and as much as you despised the idea of needing help, you recognised it was the most sensible option. Definitely sensible and nothing to do with craving the feel of his body against yours once more. 

Nope. 

Absolutely not.

You nodded and suddenly you were airborne, scooped up bridal style in Bucky’s arms. You let out an undignified squeal at the abruptness of the action and flung your arms around Bucky’s neck for stability. You saw his lips twitch and a grin made its way across your face, completely unbidden.

“I didn’t see your prosthetic when I came in, but there is an office I didn’t check out. Let’s look there first.”

You vocalised your agreement and Bucky started to walk back down the corridor, his long-legged stride eating up the distance easily. When he got to the office, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flicked towards the other room on the opposite side of the corridor and the way his head cocked to the side as if he were listening. Before you could ask him what was up, he strode through the open door and gently deposited you on top of a desk that was situated against one of the walls.

You looked around, and noticed your backpack against the wall in the opposite corner of the room. The zip was partially undone, because your prosthetic, still complete with its shoe, was poking out of the top. Seeing it so casually discarded made you feel a bit sick. 

“There, Bucky. Can you bring me my bag.” You hoped your sensor net was there as well, and not too badly damaged. They weren’t the easiest of things to replace.

“Sure thing, doll.” He retrieved it and passed it over. A quick “thanks,” left your lips and then you were turning all your attention onto checking your prosthetic and sensor net for any dents or tears. You breathed a sigh of relief when your examination showed that surprisingly everything was as it should be and you placed the two items down next to you so you could untie the tattered ends of your pants leg.

A glance out of the corner of your eye showed that Bucky was standing near the door, as if on guard. “What is it?” you asked.

“I knocked out all of the gang in the other room, but most of them were only with stunners. I’m worried they’re going to wake up anytime now. And I only got in because one left to go into the city. I don’t know when he’s going to return.” Bucky didn’t move as he answered you, still keeping his eyes on the corridor.

“I’ll be done in a moment,” you stated and picked up your sensor net, smoothing it over your stump and plugging it into your ports. The feeling you got when you put your leg back into place was almost overwhelming. You’d felt incomplete since you’d woken up here and now you were whole again. You didn’t have time to linger though - Bucky’s fears were well founded and you both needed to get out of here as quickly as you could. You tied the ends of your pants leg together behind your knee and jumped down from the desk. Swinging your backpack over one shoulder you walked over to Bucky.

“Let’s go, Barnes.”

He just needed a moment. A moment to try and hold himself together, so once Bucky got to the second office, he deposited you onto the first suitable space. Because you just felt so right in his arms. And, fuck, when he’d realised what they’d done to you, he’d had to resist the urge to race back down and continue smashing Brock into a bloody mess.

Once he’d retrieved your bag and passed it over, Bucky went and stood by the doorway, not only to make sure there were no telltale movements coming from the other room, but also to give himself a chance to get his emotions back under control. When you asked him your question he couldn’t look at you. Didn’t trust himself just yet. Didn’t trust himself not to say or do something that he shouldn’t, because all he wanted to do was pull you back into his arms, kiss you and never let you go. You were under his skin, in more ways than one - despite his best efforts to prevent it - and you deserved better than him

“Let’s go, Barnes.” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts and he turned to find you at his elbow, a small smile on your face and your bag slung onto your back. Bucky flashed you a smile of his own and the pair of you walked side by side towards the exit. He made certain to stand between you and the doorway to the other office, shielding you from the sight of Brock lying bloody and broken.

You were just approaching the main entrance, when the door slid open, and the goon who’d left earlier walked back in. All three of you stood stock still for a moment in surprise, staring at each other and then the Hydra guy was walking forwards, aggression plastered over his features. Bucky tightened his hands into fist, preparing to swing hard and fast when suddenly you were moving, arms raised in a defensive guard and you performed a snap kick. 

With your right leg. 

To the man’s crotch.

Bucky couldn’t hold back a sympathetic wince as the would-be assailant fell to the floor screaming. The next moment you grabbed hold of his forearm and drew him forwards, through the door and out into the night. He matched the pace of your jog, and for the next few minutes the pair of you concentrated on just putting distance between yourselves and the warehouse. It was only as the lights became brighter, the buildings more closely spaced that you both slowed down to a walk. 

Bucky’s hand twitched, eager to take hold of yours, but he couldn’t. The silence between you was heavy, laced with something almost tangible, and Bucky wanted it. Wanted it so much it was starting to hurt.

When you suddenly came to halt, he realised he’d been more focused on you than where the pair of you were actually walking. Looking around he realised you’d stopped just down the block from your apartment. He looked back at you, questioningly and you blinked back, shifting your weight from one foot to the other and then seemingly becoming interested in the stitching of his jacket.

“Well, umm. This is me,” you said, uncharacteristically shy. “Thank you again for, err, coming to rescue me. I’d best be…”

“No.”

Your head snapped up then and your eyes narrowed, your usual fire glittering within them. “What do you mean ‘No’? You’re not the boss of me, Barnes.”

Bucky coughed into his fist, feeling off kilter, as surprised by his outburst as you’d been. “Look, I know that. What I mean is… your place isn’t safe, doll. Hydra are down, but not out. And even if they don’t know exactly where you live, they know which area you’re in. God, they took you, from right over there.” He waved his arm in the direction of the alley, his passion growing as he spoke. He saw the way you glanced over and shuddered and in the next moment he’d taken hold of your upper arms. “I gotta know that you’re gonna be alright. I can’t… I can’t…” Words failed him and he knew his emotions were plastered across his face for you to see and right now he didn’t give a damn.

You were looking at him. Really looking at him. And when you opened your mouth again, Bucky prepared himself for another verbal battle.

“Okay,” you said, simply. “I’ll go with you. But I need to get some things first, so let’s be quick.”

You had to admit, the look on Bucky’s face when you agreed with him was priceless. But as much as you hated to admit it, he was right - your place wasn’t safe, and until Hydra were sent packing permanently you needed to be sensible. However, you weren’t going anywhere without a few necessities, so you turned and jogged the few hundred yards to your apartment, Bucky lagging slightly behind, still apparently in a state of shock. 

You let yourself in and made your way up the stairs.

“You, erm, you don’t have to come stay with me,” Bucky said nervously from behind you, and you stopped mid-stride and turned to face him. He almost ran into you. “You could go stay with your diner friends. I’m sure they’d love to have you.”

You tossed your head and let out a bark of laughter. “And put them in danger? No way. And also, I absolutely cannot put up with their lovey-dovey shit for longer than it takes me to eat a burger. You don’t know them like I do. Totally besotted with one another and no strangers to PDA. Makes a single person sick, ya’ know? Besides, you rescued me once. I figure there’s no safer place to be than by your side, Barnes. And I’ve always wanted a look at your secret HQ.” Turning back around you allowed yourself to smile at the sound of a huff coming from Bucky and then carried on up the stairs.

“You make me sound like a supervillain, doll,” he grumbled, and man was it cute.

“Nah. More like a superhero. At least to everyone who isn’t me. I still think you’re a dick.” Cute he may be like this, but you still weren’t letting him off the hook for his previous behaviour. And you still didn’t know what to make of this shift in dynamic between you. For all you knew, as soon as Hydra were gone, Bucky could go right back to being an asshole. He chuckled at your comment and then followed you up. 

When you stopped outside your door, he almost walked into you again and you saw him look around the corridor, a confused look on his face. 

“Which is your apartment?”

A wave of insecurity, tinged with shame washed over you, but you still straightened your spine and put on a brave face.

“Don’t have one,” came your blunt reply, and then you unlocked your door and opened it. “Sorry, you’ll have to stay out here - there isn’t room for both of us.” You stepped in and started to go through your belongings, grabbing a few changes of clothing and other hygiene products and stuffing them into your bag. Bucky hovered in the doorway, but you didn’t look at him. Didn’t want to see the pity on his face now he truly knew your circumstances.

“You live here?” Bucky’s voice was incredulous, and you spun, defensive and ready to rip into him, when he stopped you with his next words. “Resourceful, doll. And actually harder to track. I’d never have thought to look for you in there.”

You sniffed. “It does for me. Got everything I need.”

Bucky leant against the door frame and grinned. “I bet you do. Don’t need help with much, do you? Come on. I’m tired, so you must be exhausted. If we’re lucky we can get the last grav-train and save ourselves a walk.”

You gave him a small smile of your own as you exited your small space and he moved out of the way. “Sounds like a plan. Lead on, Barnes.”

Bucky was in hell. How could he not be when he was tossing and turning in his easy chair and you were only a few feet away, breathing gently as you slept in his bed?

He’d been right about the grav-train and it had greatly reduced the travel time back to his place. He’d watched you stare in awe as he let you in, as you took in the vast wall of monitors and his work bench, scattered with half-repaired items. He could tell you were itching to sit down and continue what he’d started, just for the enjoyment that bringing a device back to proper working condition could elicit. However, he’d been right about your state of tiredness, and it had been easier than he’d thought to convince you to go and take a shower and get ready for bed. You hadn’t even questioned where he was going to sleep or argue about the fact he was obviously giving you the only bed. He found he’d quite enjoyed you just trusting him, despite the fact that your usual sassy attitude both amused and antagonised him in equal measure.

But now here you were, and he hadn’t quite thought through what having you so close to him, yet so far, would actually do to him. You were in his bed, your body scenting his sheets and he wasn’t there with you. With every breath you let out, every move that rustled the coverlet, he had to resist the urge to climb in behind you, pull you against him and hold you tight as you slept. And, god, weren’t these just the feelings he’d been trying to avoid from the first moment you infiltrated your way into his life?

Bucky turned over in the chair, trying to ignore how something was digging into his hip and pulled the blanket up higher, determined to get some sort of rest. He was just starting to float, his body finally relaxing, when a noise brought him back awake. Thoughts fuzzy, he looked around in the dim light and then heard it again. You were whimpering - letting out small noises of distress.  He didn’t even think -he knew what it was like to have nightmares triggered by a traumatic event - and moved quietly to your side, perching on the side of the mattress. He didn’t immediately touch you, not wanting to feed into your terror, but spoke softly instead.

“Doll, wake up. It’s alright. You’re safe here. It’s me - Bucky. You’re just dreaming. They can’t hurt you.”

You sat bolt upright, wide eyes reflecting the meagre light and then you were wrapping your arms around him.

“Bucky!” The way you said his name was like a benediction and Bucky immediately pulled you into his embrace, stroking over your hair and shushing you softly as your trembling slowly melted away. As your breathing returned to normal, Bucky loosened his grip, intending to leave you to your rest, but you didn’t let go of him. 

“Please,” you begged him with a whisper. “Stay. I don’t want to be alone.”

Bucky froze. He wanted to do exactly as you’d asked, but if listening to you sleep from across the room was hell, this was going to be worse, even though it had been exactly what he’d been thinking about. And then your hand came up and cupped his cheek.

“Bucky, please.”

Bucky knew at that moment that he was gone. He’d never be able to deny you a thing.

“Sure thing, doll. Budge over.”

He watched as you did so, and then lay down next to you, on his back, arms straight out by his sides, staring up into the darkness. He let out a grunt of surprise when you snuggled into his side, throwing your arm across his waist and tangling your ankle with his. Your soft snores filled his ears as you slipped quickly back into slumber. How on earth was he going to sleep like this? Luckily, he found out a few minutes later.

You woke slowly. Warm and content. The mattress beneath you was soft and the quiet noises of the person slumbering next to you were comforting. 

You opened your eyes and took in the sight of Bucky Barnes, relaxed in sleep. He looked so much younger, so much softer like this, and you carefully reached up to move a lock of his hair off his forehead. This was going to hurt when it ended, but you were going to enjoy every moment you could, even if you did feel a bit of a creep watching him sleep.

You’d never wanted an antagonistic relationship with this man, just the friendship of someone you thought would understand you and you’d never worked out why he hadn’t liked you. But he couldn’t hate you that much, could he? He’d risked his life to come and rescue you and opened his home. He’d comforted you in the night and stayed when you’d asked. And the more you thought about it, the more you had to admit that over time, with all the needling you’d done, all the times you’d bested him, you’d no longer wanted to be his friend. You’d wanted to be his equal. His partner.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Bucky mumbled, turned over to face you and slowly blinked his eyes open. His arm lay across your waist and your leg was still tangled with his, but you didn’t move away, just smiled up at him.

“I’m good, thanks. And thank you for staying with me last night.” Your hand rested against his chest, the cotton of his black tee-shirt soft under your palm. 

“‘S alright, doll. You wanna talk about it? Can help sometimes.”

Your brow furrowed as you recalled what it was that had bothered you in the night. 

“I dreamt you didn’t come,” you admitted. “That Brock started to do some of the things he threatened to do.” The hand on your waist tightened as Bucky processed what you said, so you hurriedly placated him. “But you did come, and the only thing he did, apart from take my dignity, was kiss me. Luckily it was brief. Yuck!” You tried to inject some humour into your voice to try and lighten the mood. It didn’t work.

“Rumlow kissed you? You didn’t tell me that?” Bucky’s voice was low and shaky, as though he was trying to control his temper.

“Well, it didn’t seem relevant at the time. It was gross, but definitely not the worst thing that happened while I was there. I’m more annoyed because it was the first kiss that I’ve had in years. Grim.” You realised Bucky was staring at you, a strange look on his face. “What is it? Have I got an eye booger?” You reached up to wipe at your face, but Bucky moved his arm and clasped your hand. His thumb brushed over your palm and a jolt of sensation ran through you.

“I could take that memory away,” Bucky whispered and you stared back at him.

“What?” Was he saying what you thought he was?

Bucky shifted, getting closer, his warm breath fanning your cheeks. “I could kiss you. Make you forget about what he did. If you want?”

You looked at each other, poised on a knife edge, because there was no mistaking what would happen here. It wouldn’t just be a kiss. Did you dare? You edged yourself closer, your mouth mere millimetres from his, and whispered.

“I want…”

The words were barely out of your mouth before Bucky crashed his lips onto yours.

Chapter Six

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[danderling]

Hi! Was wondering if u had a dni or any boundaries regarding other users interacting with you!

Good question tbh, I’ll pin this until I finally remember to make an intro lmfao

Also heres a carrd for Palestine it has links to many ways you can help !!!

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BYI (before you interact:)

-I’m a pretty impulsive+emotional person and can make choices I regret later, it happens rarely now but I’ll give a heads up for people that are close

-I often am a bit busy especially nowadays

-I do have certain ships I dislike and ones I will avoid for my mutuals

-TRUST ME I DON’T BITE if you wanna be mutuals and don’t fall under DNI go right ahead!!! I love meeting people

-As of making this post I am under 18!!

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THIN ICE

-T4com!c, Tr!fe, and P4co are all thin-ice ships

I personally won’t say if I ship them or not however lots of my close friends don’t like it so I avoid it for their sake. If you ship them it doesn’t change anything apart from me avoiding convos/art related to them

-Recovering d*rkshippers are thin ice

This is mostly because I’m kind of wary, but I still want to make it clear I try to be a supportive blog and will let anyone recovering from bad habits know they are welcome ^_^

-Pickle haters

He’s just sort of a comfort character to me tbh, although if you don’t like him that’s your opinion I can’t change that

-14/13 years old

I’m alright with being mutuals but nothing more than that

-18/19 years old

They’re adults so I think I’ll be a bit more lenient, however I’m a minor so it’s off putting

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DNI

-Pr*shippers, D*rkshippers, every single one that be apart of this community.

I will only be accepting communicating via asks(no asking for ANY d*rkship material) or reblogs but we will not be mutuals or friends. Unless the person thinks they want to make a change, I can’t really help them or change their views otherwise

-Isr4eli supporters.

Yeah no I’m gonna be blunt here you are BLOCKED if you don’t support Palestine, Congo, Sudan, etc. they are people suffering and the fact these people still are around gross me out

-Below 13 years old

It’s a BIG age gap and considering some of my posts people this young shouldn’t even be on my blog

-Above 21

21 years old is the absolute limit because again, it’s a bit age gap

-AI/NFT supporters

LMFAO these are deliberately and actively developing to take jobs and harm the environment, I doubt any of them get near me but if you stumble across me just know to leave me be pls <3

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That’s all I can think of as of now, if there’s ones I missed feel free to ask those too and I’ll edit this post when I check it out :3

[dispatchwithlove]

Antagonistic Shakarian 👀

Deserves more eyes 👀👀👀👀

Thanks for the ask 😊

Ok. So I got a bit of an itch for antagonistic relationship dynamics and of course my mind was like "what if shakarian? 👀"

I think it's really fun, but I'm really worried about writing and posting it because I'm so used to writing bestest of friends Jane and Garrus. But I do like this idea because I want to show two people who used to be close and are questioning their beliefs and how the world works bumping heads because they're challenging each other. There will be a lot of contempt, but that's only because they care very much about each other. Maybe Garrus convinces Shepard there's no such thing as a model hero (pure paragon doesn't exist in reality), maybe Shepard reminds Garrus of some of the values he dropped in order to become Archangel. And also it's an excuse to write two people that are disasters having a lot of hot sex 🤭

here's where their issues start. it's still very rough!

“I think you're a good man, one I’m proud to—” “You’ve never lied before, Shepard. Don’t start now. That’s what you used to think of me.” So, that’s how he wanted to play this. No feelings spared. “Fine, I don’t want a vigilante on my ship. I don’t want someone who doesn’t know when to stop—” He scoffed, and a spike of anger shot up her spine. “You wanted the truth. Complaining afterwards is cowardly.” “I’m not complaining. But I used to look up to you—

“Excuse me?” Before she thought to contain her anger, she took two steps towards him, feet pounding against the floor, fists balling. She didn’t want a vigilante, true, but a C-Sec officer turned vigilante she could reform. Insubordinate prick, she wasn’t interested in. Instead of backing down, apologizing, retreating, he fucking smiled like her anger only amused him. “I used to look up to your tactics,” he said. “Best mind for assessing a situation I’ve ever worked with. Seems a suicide mission calls for someone who doesn’t know when to quit. That’s all I’m saying.” “What the fuck happened to you?” Shepard asked.  “Sorry you don’t like me now, people change in two years, though. You, for example—” Having no fucking interest in any more truths for the evening, she threw up a hand. “Yeah, I’m starting to understand that. Bunk here for the night. I’ll figure out what to do with you in the morning.”  She turned to leave, itching to look at something else, to get away from him before she said something she’d regret, or do something she’d regret. She’d never felt like punching a subordinate before, and would have never guessed the shy, do-right Garrus Vakarian, who looked up to her, who wanted to be a Spectre again because of her, who always stood at her six as if the position filled him with pride, would have been the bastard who drove her to that point. His hand caught her wrist, wrapped tight.  “You, for example, have become very touchy,” he said.  She jerked her arm trying to free her wrist, but he held firm, her skin burning from the friction, bones pulling too tight. His eyes held the cool confidence she only saw when he settled his rifle on his shoulder, but there was something more dancing in his gaze, something she couldn't read. She knew she could take him in hand-to-hand, hoped her instinct that he’d never hurt her could be trusted, and yet his hand felt so large, and his intention so murky.  Yes, she could take him. But she’d walk away with at least a broken wrist. And losing a friendship that meant more to her than she’d realized up until that day.  “Unless you want to be escorted off this ship at the next stop, let go.” His eyes blinked once, softened. Holding firm, his thumb stroked her palm. A ripple that – and she knew exactly what it meant – purred from his body and infected her senses. Within a breath her anger turned to confusion, and back to anger.  He’d never expressed anything more than platonic admiration before. Why would he imply something like that in the middle of a relationship breaking argument? And why did she like the sound of that purr so much? Irritation — at him, at her reaction — prickled through her.  “Lonely Garrus? Pretty sure Omega should have satiated whatever need you had.” “Not all.” His hold stayed firm. Whirring machinery and a steady beep from somewhere at the back of the room filled the silence.  He was needling her, playing with her. Knowing that didn’t wash away the desire shimmering deep in the pit of her gut, though.  Tension, heat, and thoughts of the taste of his skin and the strength of his grip on her thighs pulsed through her mind.  Shame rattled her back to her senses.  “I’m not interested in playing games with you. I’ll give you the night, and if you can’t get yourself together by morning…” He released her wrist with care, but the tender touch surprised her even more than the roughness just a moment earlier. Despite the burn on her skin and twist in her tendons, despite the fact that every instinct told her to run, the loss of his touch caused an unfamiliar desperation and loneliness to bubble up right in the center of her. Her ribs felt too small and her heart and lungs too big. “We’ll talk tomorrow,” she said and left, her footsteps pounding in the silence. Doors hissing behind her, she shook the tension from her hands.