#(felt bad about it but have mostly accepted it. excited to get back to it when i feel motivated again!)

[hwangyu]

brand new, full throttle!

beomgyu finds out you're the perfect way to get under his stepfathers skin.

pairing(s); stepbrother!beomgyu x fem reader

warnings; STEPCEST, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap the willy!!!), creampie, reader is a virgin and kind of naive, reader calls her father daddy, beomgyu calls reader sis, beomgyu is a little manipulative, lowercase intended, ... bad writing (esp at the end bcus i can't write conflict to save my life). proofread in the sense i skimmed through it (so not really). lmk if i forgot anything! MDNI 18+

wc; 5.2k

beomgyu fucking hated his stepfather, everyone in the house knew that. you knew it, his mom knew it and your father most definitely knew it, too. beomgyu would purposefully get on his nerves whenever he could, whether it be by playing his guitar or music at times of night which he knew your father would be sleeping or intentionally bumping into him in the hallway.

over the many years, though, your father got used to beomgyu's bothersome antics—which had only pissed him off, feeling as if annoying his stepfather was the only control he really had—your father living peacefully, unbothered, was like an itch he couldn't scratch. that was until one night he had heard your father yelling at you for trying to bring a boy home.

that's when beomgyu had realized that you were the key to not just getting under his skin but the key to getting him so angry that his head would probably explode. his precious and innocent little daughter who could do no wrong, and would never do anything as dirty as even kissing someone. you were daddy's little girl and your father loved to baby you all too much.

ever since then, beomgyu's wondered how he would react if he heard you getting your brains fucked out and how he would react if he knew it was by his own stepson.

it had been about three weeks since your father had gotten angry with you for trying to bring a boy over—even after you had insisted that it really was just to hangout, that you've never even liked a boy like that, that a boy had never even liked you like that, he told you no. which wasn't the issue, but you felt humiliated he got so upset with you, and you really don't even know what you did wrong.

beomgyu consoled you that night. came into your room and rubbed soothingly at your back as you let out your tears. you've always been thankful for beomgyu, he was always accepting of you, as you were of him, even if your father seemed to disapprove of his appearance and hobbies.

despite the fact your father and stepbrother couldn't get along for the life of them, you and beomgyu's relationship was pretty good. you two hung out occasionally, mostly in his room but sometimes in yours, too. he'd invite you to watch a movie or play a game sometimes and you've met a couple of his friends. you liked him and he liked you, surprisingly enough—considering your families blended in both of your early teens.

so, when beomgyu had asked you if he could spend the night in your room for a movie-game night, you happily accepted.

you always brought out your best pillows and comfiest blankets when you two hung out in your room. usually you'd have brought a bunch of snacks in from the kitchen, but beomgyu had told you not to worry about it this time, that he had it handled.

you turned on your console and took your game controllers out of their charging docks, making sure both of the controllers were actuually charged and your dock hadn't failed it like it has in the past—you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that they were both fully charged, smiling to yourself as you started to navigate towards netflix.

it was 10:00pm when beomgyu had gently knocked on your door and your smile grew, excited to spend time with the boy. "come in!" you shouted, although your voice was still rather quiet. thankfully he heard you and the doorknob slowly turned. beomgyu smiled at you as he walked in and even while he quietly shut the door behind him.

he was wearing a black graphic tee with grey sweatpants, which contrasted the lighter colors you were wearing—white pajama shorts with a loose pink crop top. beomgyu always thought it was amusing that you two dressed totally opposite to one another. even in your room, beomgyu stuck out like a sore thumb, usually being dressed in dark, edgy clothes while your room was covered in cutesy stuffed animals and photos.

you'd always tell him that's why you two complimented each other so well, why you got along.

beomgyu hadn't said anything yet, only looking you up and down. if you were any smarter, you'd think he was checking you out. but you weren't and the only thing you noticed was that he had come in empty-handed. tilting your head, you pouted. "where are the snacks?"

"huh?" beomgyu blinked, his eyes shifting from your thighs to your face. "oh," he forced out a chuckle. "there…wasn't any. sorry. i'll get extra next time to compensate."

you hummed, somewhat disappointed. "that's okay…don't worry about it. i wasn't all that hungry, anyway." you told him, hoping that he wouldn't feel as bad. you sat yourself down on the pink beanbag in front of your tv, patting the white one right next to it.

"come on, sit down! let's find a movie to watch before it gets too late."

beomgyu dragged his feet over to the beanbag, sitting himself down with a sigh, watching as you reached out to grab your controller so you guys could look for a movie. "what kind of movie are you in the mood for?" you asked him while keeping your eyes on the screen, "like…something animated or…scary?" you started to list the options—turning your head to face him as you waited for an answer.

you flinched a little to see beomgyu was already looking at you and you briefly wonder if he had been the entire time you were scrolling through the movie selections. he seemed to notice your surprise and he chuckled.

"let's watch catching fire, i know you like that one." he told you—hoping that you would agree and wouldn't try to argue with him and get him to choose a movie that he wanted to watch instead.

luckily, it seems you didn't feel like arguing tonight. in fact, you smiled, "okay! that's a good one." you agreed with a nod, looking back towards the tv to turn the movie on. this time, beomgyu managed to tear his eyes off you.

things grew rather silent from then, besides your guys' comments about the character's choices or asking a question that wasn't entirely relevant to the plot at hand. it was only about forty minutes in when beomgyu leaned in towards you and asked you a question that wasn't regarding the movie at all.

"is your dad here tonight?"

you turned to look at him, absentmindedly reaching for the remote on the floor so you could turn the volume down a little. "y-yeah, he's got work early tomorrow so he's probably already asleep."

the boy placed his hand on your thigh as he nodded with a hum and he noticed you didn't seem to mind the touch by the way you had only offered his hand a glance. "my mom's spending the night at my aunt's, has to watch her dog for the night or somethin'."

you opened your mouth to speak, likely something in regards to the fact you would've volunteered to watch his aunt's puppy instead, but beomgyu managed to speak before you.

"is it true you were just going to hangout?" he suddenly asked and beomgyu noticed the immediate confusion in your face. "with that guy you wanted to bring over a few weeks ago."

truth be told, he felt bad when he saw you frown but seeing your face turn red from the embarrassment that you still felt from the situation was cute. "you of all people know i'm not gonna bring a boy over for anything else…" you mumbled, "i— i don't even do stuff like that." you quietly admitted.

"i know, i know, i'm sorry." beomgyu sighed, "it's just that…you know, guys are kind of sneaky. he probably just told you that he wanted to hangout at your place but who knows what he would've tried with you when he had you alone in here."

you squirmed in your beanbag, uncomfortable with the thought that your friend was possibly trying to sleep with you, even if you still didn't really believe such a thing. not to mention it's kind of embarrassing to talk about this sort of thing with your stepbrother. "i don't know if that's true…i don't think anyone has even had a crush on me before."

beomgyu knows that is certainly not the truth but he can't find it in him to tell you that. "what i'm trying to say is that your first time should be with someone you really trust. someone you know isn't gonna hurt you…someone like me."

your face heated up and you couldn't stop the immediate visual of beomgyu laying you down in your bed and being oh-so gentle with you. you tried to ignore it, because you don't think you should be thinking of him like that—besides, that can't be what he means.

"what are you trying to say?"

he squeezes your thigh like he's trying to reassure you or maybe calm you down, maybe he can tell how fast your heart is beating. "i mean, you're definitely curious, aren't you? if your first time is going to be with anyone, it should be me, since you can trust me, right?" he said—beginning to run his hand up your thigh and up your stomach to find the hem of your crop top, playing at it with his fingers.

beomgyu wasn't wrong, you're curious. you've touched yourself many of times before, but you don't even have any toys, and you've never been brave enough to use anything other than your fingers. you might be kind of naive, but you still want to know what the real thing feels like.

"we don't have to, if you don't want." beomgyu adds, though he doesn't stop playing with the hem of your shirt and you realize that his fingers are playing a little too close to your breasts, but you don't say anything. "n-no, i…i don't know. i'm just thinking."

"what is it that has you nervous, sis?"

you gulp, rubbing your knees together. "are you really sure we should do something like that? you and i?" you ask and beomgyu has to hold back a smile because he knows you're leaning towards letting him have his way with you. "why shouldn't we? like i said, we trust each other and it's not like we're doing anything bad. plenty of stepsiblings do this sort of thing, there are even stepsiblings who date each other."

"oh…well, if that's true…then it's probably okay, right?" you ask him with a hint of hope in your voice and this time, beomgyu allows himself to smile. "of course it's okay. i'll go real slow, so don't worry too much, you just tell me if you want me to stop?"

you nodded, though beomgyu could tell you were still nervous. "h-how are we supposed to start?" you ask him as he leaned in closer and he ran his fingers down your side, "people usually start with kissing, are you okay with that?"

you give yourself a minute to think, wondering if you think you'll end up getting too nervous after a kiss or two. but you do really trust beomgyu, you trust him with your life, so you think you'll be okay. "yeah, that's fine…"

beomgyu was quick to bring his other hand up to cup your face, bringing you closer to him as he pressed his chapped lips against your soft ones—he was gentle with you as to not freak you out too much. the hand on your face travels down to your neck while his other hand remains on your side. unfortunately, you pull away to take a breath.

he watches your face as you lick your lips, looking for any signs of discomfort and he doesn't see any, so he smiles. "was that good?"

a smile breaks out on your face and you let out a giggle, "it was really good. you're a good kisser…i think." you tell him—biting your lip. beomgyu laughs at your cute behavior and leans in to press another kiss to your lips.

"come here," he whispers, standing up from the beanbag and grabbing your hands to stand you up with him. you almost asked him what he was doing, but decided to trust him. the boy picked you up, earning a squeal from you.

your bed, covered in a white blanket with pink flowers—which is fitting for you, he thinks—squeaks a little as beomgyu lays you down, he digs his fingers into the hem of your shorts, but he speaks before he takes them off. "can i take these off?"

your face heats up, growing shy from the realization that he's going to see you naked, but you're too turned on to back out, and you wonder why he's asking when it feels like he was already going to. "y-yeah." you stammer and immediately after your go ahead, he takes them off, throwing them to the floor and being met with your lacy panties.

he noticed the wet patch in the middle, smiling to himself, proud to have gotten you like this. he presses two of his fingers to your clothed cunt and you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut. while beomgyu rubs your pussy in small circles and up and down, he leans down to press kisses to your neck and along your collarbone.

with his free hand, he rides it up your stomach and into your shirt. you feel him grin against your skin when he feels you have no bra on, "you're wearing this with no bra? jeez, were you wanting to flash me tonight?" he asks you with a laugh and you only whine in response.

he ghosts his thumb over your hardened nipple and you gasp. when you feel his lips leave your skin, you open your eyes to look at him and you see him smiling down at you. "i'm gonna take your panties off now, okay?" beomgyu tells you and he waits a short second in case you wanted to say no, but you nod, "just…be nice."

"of course, sis." he says before pulling your panties down, revealing your pretty pussy—he feels his cock straining against his sweatpants. struck with an idea, beomgyu grins. once he throws your panties to the floor, he grabs your wrist and presses your hand to his cock, watching the way your eyes go wide, "beomgyu!"

"see? you're so pretty, you've got me all worked up, too." he reassures you, "can't wait to feel your pretty cunt around me." beomgyu admits. "i've dreamt of this, you know."

"what?" you ask him in disbelief, "have you really…?"

"how couldn't i when you're just so cute?" beomgyu chuckles, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. "lick my fingers for me so i can stuff you with them." he says, his words are embarrassing and they fluster you, but you obey him anyway—keeping your eyes on him as you hesitantly take them into your mouth.

beomgyu's thoughts wonder as he feels your tongue swirling around his fingers. he thinks about how your tongue would feel on his cock and he starts to wonder if maybe he's not entirely doing this just to piss off your dad anymore. maybe he's partially doing this for himself.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, "good girl." he praises you and the way you smile makes it clear that you like it. pressing his fingers to your entrance, he pushes them in slowly, watching your face carefully, he notices your brows furrowing. "it's not too much, is it?"

you shake your head, "no…it's okay, just more than what i'm used to. y-your fingers are longer than mine." you sigh, letting out quiet moans as he continues pushing his fingers deeper inside of you. "your moans are so cute." beomgyu tells you with a soft laugh and it earns an embarrassed whine from you. he means it, too.

beomgyu curls his fingers and you sigh deeply, "that's good." you whispered as he slowly pumps his fingers. "just getting you ready for me."

"w-what do you mean?" you stammer, a moan escaping your throat right after. you try to hold back your moans but his fingers feel so much better than yours and the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy, so you just can't.

"means i don't want to hurt you." beomgyu explained, he thinks that going into detail would've scared you and selfishly, he doesn't really want you backing out now. he worries a little when he notices you frown, "gyu…your fingers feel good but i— i really want you to, uhm, you know…"

his heart soars at your confession, plus the fact you're too shy to tell him that you want him to fuck you and he smiles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "you'll get to feel my cock real soon, i promise."

you reply with a barely audible 'okay', allowing yourself to focus more on the feeling of his fingers stuffed inside of you—you're a little afraid that you may never be able to feel as good as you do right now with your own fingers.

with his free hand, beomgyu lifts your crop top, exposing your breasts. you want to cover yourself but you can't find it in you to move your hands as he eyes your tits. he takes your nipple between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it gently before letting go. "such pretty tits, too. you really are the cutest."

butterflies continue to explode in your stomach, no one has ever complimented your body—especially not like this, and you think something about hearing it from your stepbrother is making it ten times better and a part of you wonders if you should feel wrong for that.

beomgyu finally pulls his fingers out of you. slowly, but he does. you watch him as he lifts his hand up and spreads his fingers apart to see your arousal. you hear him let out a curse under his breath before he licks his fingers clean, "shit. i'd love to taste you someday." he says and beomgyu thinks about it for a minute, being in between your thighs, your hand gripping at his hair while you squirm and tell him it's too much.

"maybe next time we can taste each other." beomgyu offers. next time, you think. a next time sounds nice. "you'll…have to teach me." you know he knows that, but you told him in case for some reason he thought otherwise.

"i don't mind." beomgyu assured you with a smile. "you think you're ready for me?"

you gulped, glancing down at the obvious tent in his sweatpants. you squirm and you're incredibly nervous. "is it gonna hurt?" you ask, looking back up at him and meeting his gaze.

"we'll go slow." he said before pulling down his sweatpants, letting his cock spring free. spitting in his hand, he stroked his dick before lining it up with your entrance and he slowly starts pushing the tip of his cock in.

"wait, wait!" you suddenly exclaim and his movements stop immediately, his head snapping up to look at you. "aren't we supposed to be using something? like— like a condom?"

fuck. beomgyu thinks. "it's okay, we don't need one. it'll be fine, you trust me, don't you?"

"of course i do, gyu, but i thought—"

"then it'll be fine, sis, don't worry."

his words don't totally calm you down but you don't want to stop now, so you push your worries down. "o-okay. okay…if it'll be fine."

beomgyu lets out a breath of relief and he hopes you don't notice. continuing to slowly push his cock into your cunt, he goes in between watching the way your pussy swallows him and your face, which contorts from the stretch. "you feeling okay?"

"yes, yes…keep going, please." you reassure him and he hopes you're not just pushing through any sort of discomfort. either way, beomgyu kept going until his pelvis was flush with yours, and you dragged out a moan when you felt his cock buried inside of you.

beomgyu grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers with his and placing both of your hands by your head. he squeezed your small hands, offering you a lazy smile. "okay?"

"okay." you said with an eager nod, "feels so…full."

as much as beomgyu knew he should wait a moment, let you adjust, he couldn't wait any longer. "i'm gonna move now." he warned you—waiting until you gave him a nod before he started pulling out slowly, letting just the head of his cock rest inside of you, before pushing himself back in.

you couldn't hold back the moans from escaping your throat and your noises had beomgyu grinning, not to mention the low groans that left his throat, too.

beomgyu squeezed your hands again, finding himself starting to go a little faster than he maybe should be. "your cunt feels so good around my cock, sis."

your bed started to creak as beomgyu's pace fastened and the head of your bedframe began to hit against the wall lightly, all while your moans grew in volume. suddenly, you remembered the fact that your dad was still right across the hall from you—that he had work tomorrow and that he definitely wasn't the world's deepest sleeper.

"o-oh, gyu! too loud, we're gonna—"

"shh, no, no. it's fine, your daddy won't hear anything." beomgyu insists. he's lying to you but you don't know that. "don't think about that, just focus on how i'm making you feel. it's just you and i right now."

you want to believe that no one can hear you two but you have your doubts, yet the way he's fucking into you is starting to feel so good, and the way the speed of his pace keeps increasing, you can't find it in you to really care.

beomgyu pulled one of his hands out from yours, earning you a frown, but it was quick to fade and your mouth fell open when he pressed the pad of his thumb to your clit—rubbing it in small circles, a whine left you as your back arched slightly off the bed. "fuck! s-so good, gyu!"

he grins hearing you swear, it's something you don't usually do, and it's definitely not something you do in front of your father. but even disregarding your father, knowing he's making you feel so good that he got such a reaction out of you, it inflates his ego. it makes him feel good.

your bed continues to creak and thump against the wall, along with the sound of skin slapping, as beomgyu fucks you—it's still not as hard as he's really wanting to but he still doesn't want to hurt you. besides, he thinks it'll be good as another excuse to fuck you again sometime, anyway.

"i'm gonna cum, gyu." you squeak out.

beomgyu can feel the excitement in his stomach, eager to feel you cum around his cock. "so soon, baby?" he teases you with a laugh and you whine in embarrassment. "i-i'm sorry…!"

leaning down, he places a kiss on your cheek. "it's okay, i know it feels really good. i'll cum with you, okay?" beomgyu says before his thrusts start to grow sloppy, rubbing faster circles around your clit and he's fucking you harder than he was just a moment ago. he's a little worried you won't be able to take it, but from your moans and whines, you seem to be taking it well.

"kiss me, kiss me, please." you manage to get out and this time, you squeeze beomgyu's hand. "i want you to kiss me."

beomgyu's quick to smash his lips against yours and you don't know it, but the same butterflies that were in your stomach are in his, too. you're thankful he doesn't pull away from your lips as you come undone around his cock and clenching around him, moaning into his mouth—moans he happily swallows.

it feels good as beomgyu fucks you through your high, and his lips are still attached to yours, but the stimulation eventually becomes too much, between him rubbing your clit and continuing to fuck into you, desperately chasing his own orgasm—squeezing in hand and humming against his lips in some attempt to get him to stop but he doesn't, and you're squirming against the bed.

he's so close, though, that he doesn't stop, regardless of your whimpering and squirming, the way your leg twitches from the overstimulation, too.

just as you think beomgyu might have you cumming again, he pulls his hand away and his thrusts come to a halt. he keeps his cock buried in your pussy as he cums. pulling away from your lips, a hoarse groan leaves his throat—his chest heaving.

"you came inside." you spoke up with a pout. beomgyu blinks, like he was out of it for a moment and trying to come back, which he likely was. "sorry, sis. you just felt so good, i think you're the best i've ever had." he tells you with a lazy smile, "it'll be fine."

you nod hesitantly. you trust him but you're still a little worried. you're also worried that you'll never be able to get off on your own again now that you've felt both beomgyu's fingers and his cock.

"what are you thinking about?" beomgyu asks you, his voice is soft and he still hasn't pulled himself out of you yet, but it's somewhat comforting.

it's embarrassing to answer his question but you don't want to ignore it either. "how good you felt." you admit quietly. "and if i'll ever be able to…feel good on my own again."

beomgyu chuckles at your worries. it's kind of…cute, he thinks. "if you ever need my help, you know where my bedroom is."

you fall silent as you process his words. does he want to do this again with you? is it wrong for you to hope he does?

he finally pulls himself out of you and you whine quietly at the loss. "you'll feel me again sometime, don't worry." he reassures you as he pulls his sweatpants back up.

you lick your lips and find the courage in yourself to ask. "do… i mean— you want to do it? again?"

beomgyu smiles at you again, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "i still have a lot to teach you, don't i?"

beomgyu fell asleep in your bed that night, arms wrapped around you as you both dozed off. despite your activities, the two of you still fell asleep relatively early, but the sound of doors and cabinets slamming was enough to wake you both.

you hum in complaint from the noise while beomgyu yawns and starts to wipe his eyes. reaching out, he grabbed your phone off your nightstand to check the time. 6:03am.

"why's he being so loud?" you ask, muffled as your face was nuzzled into neck. you knew it was your dad making all the ruckus because who else could it be?

beomgyu was pretty sure he could answer your question, but he wasn't going to tell you that it was certainly because your father heard him fucking you last night. "i'll go make sure he's okay." he says before pulling away from you, starting to slide out of your bed.

if you weren't so tired, you'd question his intentions because you know the two don't get along at all, but all you wanted was to fall back asleep, so you hum in acknowledgement and let him. "don't be gone too long." you mumbled.

he doesn't say anything but he smiles at the thought that you still wanted to cuddle as he leaves your room, quietly shutting your door as he made his way downstairs. your father was still making a ton of noise, dishes clashing in the sink and more cabinets slamming.

beomgyu walks into the kitchen to see the one and only and he can't seem to wipe the smirk off his face even as your father turns to look at him. he wasn't just pissed, he was seething.

your father was quick to approach beomgyu, grabbing at the collar of his shirt. his brows were furrowed and his teeth were clenched, "you're lucky i don't kill you here right now, you piece of shit."

he laughs at his reaction. this is exactly what he wanted. "guess you shouldn't shelter your daughter so much next time." beomgyu tells him with a shrug before he's roughly let go. he stumbles a little but he doesn't fall.

your father scoffs and he places his hands on his hips. it's like he's so angry he doesn't know what to do with himself. "you're fucking crazy if you don't think i'll tell your mother, beomgyu. that her son's a disgusting, lowlife piece of shit."

the idea of him telling his mom does worry him a little, but beomgyu tries not to let it show. "i mean, you can try. i really don't think she'll believe you." he told your father. "we'll try to keep it down next time, though."

beomgyu thinks he might just earn a punch to the face from the way he notices your father balling up his fists. hell, he might just get beat entirely—even if he does, he'd still fuck you again in a heartbeat. whether it was to piss your father off or not.

"what's going on?" your soft voice suddenly interjects and if your father was about to beat the life out of beomgyu, you've just saved him. they both look at you, beomgyu looks careless while your father looks angry. beomgyu wonders what made you decide to come down, if you realized that it wasn't like him to make sure your father was okay, or maybe you just had a gut feeling.

you're all staring at one another and everything's silent. beomgyu has nothing to say, you're clueless as to what's happening and your father is trying to decide whether or not he wants to confront you about what he heard last night.

"daddy?" you question with a tilt to your head, you're waiting for him to say something but he doesn't. he only sighs and shakes his head, grabbing his keys off the kitchen counter and bumping into beomgyu as he walked out of the kitchen and eventually out of the house, slamming the door shut.

beomgyu wonders why he didn't say anything, but he figures that your father couldn't handle the reality that his little girl really let her stepbrother fuck him. he probably thought he raised you better.

you were pouting, though, turning your head to beomgyu. "he usually says bye to me. did i do something wrong? did he tell you?"

beomgyu shook his head, bringing his hand up to pat your head. "probably just had a rough morning." he reassures you. he certainly had a rough time sleeping last night.

"say, you're free today, aren't you?" beomgyu asks you with a smile and your pout starts to disappear as you nod. "yeah, why?"

"i'll take you for a ride in my car. my treat."

a/n; i dont rly care for how this came out but i think its a little better than the first one i wrote TT also this is probably my second time ever writing conflict so i hope it's not too bad :') </3

[datattertots]

Idk if anyone else have done it but here's my take at least-

Introducing... G̶̪͊l̶̡͛i̴̮̋t̶̘̂ć̴̨h̸̼͐!̵̼̂SMG4! AU

And now a small fun cutscene for this au-

SMG3 slams SMG4 door open, barging into his room. "FOUR WHAT THE HELL?!?!! YOU'VE BEEN STAYING IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY!! I SWEAR IF YOU'RE DOING THIS AGAIN ON PURPOSE I'LL-!!!"

SMG4 turns around with a sharp gasp.

"What the...? Four? What's going on here...?"

Sooo basically after IGBP, SMG4 slowly started to develop this glitch effect, at first he could hide it, but as time goes on it got worse... Especially after they moved to the new castle-

It started off small, a quick flash, a small glitch that could easily be mistaken for a trick of the light, a blink and you'll miss it moment.

Which is why for a while no one noticed, not even SMG4... But when he did start seeing it, he wasn't sure if it was real or just a hallucination...

So it took a while for him to realize and accept something is actually wrong, until he accidentally glitched while holding an object and breaking it when he got startled.

It would start getting worse, but he figured out that staying calm helps reduce and control it almost, while strong emotions often bring it out, so after that he was mostly able to keep it under wraps.

He didn't want to lie to his friends... But he couldn't help it, he didn't know how to explain why he even started glitching in the first place (well... maybe he has a hunch on why but he didn't want to admit it to himself-). Or why he didn't bother to try telling them until now...

It's not like it bothers him particularly (except maybe on a bad day, which usually he stays in for those days, excusing himself by saying he felt sick.), he felt fine! ...Aside from maybe some weird lingering tingle or static like feeling, but that's all!

So he kept quiet and maybe sometimes, his friends would start noticing something was off, but they could never quite put a finger on it, as SMG4 would reassure them that he was fine and/or tell them they were just seeing things.

Obviously they noticed his weird behaviour and started getting suspicious of him anyway, Especially SMG3, so he can only convince them so much before they all inevitably find out one way or another...

Extra notes:

Is this a form of corruption? Kinda? But no, not really, it's more like a wild uncontrollable power he acquired since it can definitely be used to his advantage or do something destructive if left unchecked (more in a future post maybe)

What prompted me to create this Au? Well it started when I thought about other ways SMG4 might get affected after IGBP and then i started thinking about vanellope from wreck it Ralph and immediately my mind was like... GLITCH POWERS!!! :D (It just make sense, after all that's his original name- oh yeah it's all comig together, putting the glitch back in supermarioglitchy4 baby!!!)

What does his glitch power entails?

Well here's a few abilities i have listed for now! (Note; they might be subject to change in the future)

-Teleportation (can glitch through things)

-Painful regeneration in exchange for invincibility (aka he's immortal! But recovering from a critical or fatal injury is still very painful)

-Partial shifting by touch (related to his teleportation but also glitchy nature which he can change, move or remove something by touching something while glitching)

Extra ability

-Enhance speed and strength in a short burst

-Ability to change and modify his voice

Emotions effect

Happy/excited: speed increase and more control/higher accuracy

Sad: lag/slowness and higher regeneration

Angry: power intensity increased but pain doubles and regenerate slower

Scared/shock/nervous: decrease control and accuracy making him glitch a lot more

Will there be more added to the story?

Yes! Still developing it since it's mostly just a concept still so, many things might change along the way.

I've had this idea for a long while now, but never really got to make more of it until now! I hope you enjoy it! :)

[literaryavenger]

Happy Birthday

Summary: It's your birthday and the only person who doesn't seem to be excited about it is you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death. Angst. Fluff. Language probably. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: This story was completely self-indulgent, but I hope someone out there likes it!

Masterlist

You’ve always been very reluctant to celebrate your birthday.

You haven’t had a birthday party since you were 12. The following year your mom died a couple of days before and neither you nor your family were in the mood to celebrate anything.

It wasn’t by any means unexpected, she had been sick for a few years, but it still hit you hard.

You were the youngest and were far too young when she first got sick to really understand everything going on.

You were 8 and all you really remember is watching your mom get more and more sick until eventually there was nothing more the doctors could do.

Her death hit you hard and you closed yourself off, never talking about it or even crying after the day of her funeral. To this day you’ve still never cried, in front of others or even by yourself.

You started exercising to channel all your energy, refusing to do anything more like the therapy your family suggested. 

When you were 15 you discovered SHIELD and decided you wanted to help others, so you signed up for the SHIELD Academy, working your hardest and pushing yourself to your very limit.

You ended up being not only the youngest cadet ever, but the youngest to actually graduate and then the youngest recruit at SHIELD at only 16 years old.

Natasha was very impressed when she heard about you and took a liking to you, convincing Fury to make you part of her team during her missions and teaching you everything she knows.

That’s how you ended up in the Avengers Initiative, not that you felt you didn’t deserve it since you know how hard you worked and everything you gave up to work towards this achievement. 

The team themselves were initially skeptical since you were barely 18 during the battle of New York, but they were quickly proven wrong when they saw how well you handled yourself against the Chitauri. 

You were devastated when SHIELD fell, but carried on as an Avenger, battling Ultron and then moving to the Compound with the team.

You met the actual Bucky for the first time when you were 22, during the whole Civil War thing with Baron Zemo. Like Natasha, you were on Tony’s team, fighting mostly Pietro, but the conflict eventually ended. 

It took Tony some time to get over the whole “Bucky killing his parents while brainwashed” thing, but, as he likes to say, he can’t call himself a genius without admitting that Bucky didn’t have much of a choice. 

Thanks to Tony’s help Shuri was able to find a solution to Bucky’s brainwashing faster than she would’ve alone, meaning Bucky didn’t have to go back into cryo and was pretty quickly cleared to join the team, about a year after the airport battle in Leipzig.

You were warmly accepted by everybody and, the more the team grew the more you felt at home with these people.

And now you wish you could burn down the whole compound because, somehow, Tony convinced you to have a birthday party for the first time in 13 years because, in his words, 'you only turn 25 once'.

Good news is you managed to make him limit the guest list to the team and other people close to you like Maria Hill and Fury. Bad news is you’re still gonna be the center of attention, which you hate.

You couldn’t stop Tony from making everyone dress up for the party, and you couldn’t stop the team from getting you gifts even though you insisted all you wanted was everyone together and to have fun with them since for the longest time nobody ever even knew when your birthday was. 

What you didn’t realize was that the only person more worried than you about your gifts was Bucky.

Since he joined the team the two of you have gotten close, starting with his first training with the team where he very loudly told Steve about his disbelief that someone as young and small as you could actually be an asset to the team.

You quickly put him in his place by taking him down after less than two minutes of sparring, taking full advantage of his underestimating you because he “didn’t want to hurt a pretty little thing like you.”

Admittedly he was impressed and wasn’t shy about letting you know that, while the rest of the team snickered at his initial shock when you pinned him down.

You became friends after that, not as close as you’d like but friends nonetheless.

If you were honest with yourself you’ve been harboring a little crush on the supersoldier, but he’s never shown any interest so you resigned yourself to just being his friend.

Something that you did come to treasure, though, is your and Bucky’s late night talks.

It started with you walking in on him in the kitchen on a late night where you couldn’t sleep, nothing new to you, but the two of you barely talked other than acknowledging each other.

You took a bottle of water and left.

A couple of days later you ran into him again and you stood there in silence while you made yourself a cup of tea and then left for your room.

A few days later again he was just sitting there and said nothing as you made your tea, except this time you put a cup in front of him and silently took a seat next to him at the counter.

Two nights later when you arrived at the kitchen he was already there with a cup of tea in front of him and one in front of the seat next to him.

You didn’t want to assume it was for you, but you took a chance when you noticed it was the cup you always used, a blue mug with Stitch on it that says “Let’s get weird”. Your favorite in fact.

You hesitantly sat down next to him and, without you having to ask or without even looking at you, he told you that the nights you stay up late because you can’t sleep you tend to be more quiet during the team dinners and while you hang out afterwards.

You didn’t say anything in return and just sat there, trying not to overthink how much he seemed to watch you.

But the more nights you spent like that, the more you two talked and you gathered quickly that Bucky is a very observant person, nothing more.

You loved the time you spent together after dark where you’d talk about everything and anything, but come morning it was almost as if it never happened, which you came to accept.

It weirdly made the nights you spent talking even more special, which was almost every night.

But back to the present, you’re currently getting ready with Natasha and Wanda, who know much more than you about hair and makeup and are always happy to help you out with getting ready for Stark parties. 

You put on the black cocktail dress with rhinestones all over the corset and a slit down the left side, then the three of you make your way to the party room and you take a deep breath before entering.

Everyone is already there, all dressed up in fancy clothes as they all shout “Happy Birthday”.

You laugh and say hi to everybody while they all take turns hugging you, there’s not too many people but everyone important to you is there.

Even Laura and Clint’s kids are there, which you consider a second family at this point, since Laura always did treat you like a daughter.

You hate to admit that it's a nice party.

Knowing you, everyone makes an effort to not put you too much at the center of attention and you just go around talking to your friends like every other party.

Eventually time comes for the cake and, the moment you kind of dreaded, opening the gifts.

Since it's the first birthday you allowed the team to celebrate everyone decided to go all in for your gifts, which you picked up on from the very first gift you open.

Pietro got you a first edition of “The Picture Of Dorian Gray” which is your all time favorite book, Wanda and Maria got you a leather jacket and an amazing pair of boots that you knew were expensive because you were all out shopping together when you came across them.

Steve got you a gold heart-shaped locker with a picture of the team inside it, Natasha got you a charm bracelet with a little charm to represent everyone on the team, and Sam got you a cute necklace with your birth stone on it.

When you open Fury’s gift you start laughing since it's a gun, a SIG SAUER P226 to be precise, which is very Fury.

“It was my first gun when I joined SHIELD.” He says with a smile and you smile back, knowing how much thought he put into this gift.

You open Clint’s gift next, a bow and arrow that he already taught you how to use, and Laura got you a pair of diamond earrings.

Your heart melts when you open Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel’s gifts, respectively a friendship bracelet, an Avengers action figure of yourself and a Stitch plushie.

The three of them hug you tightly as you say thank you and now you only have two gifts left, Tony’s and Bucky’s, and they’re both little boxes. 

You open Tony’s next, thinking it’s some fancy necklace or earring but you frown when you see a car key.

“Is this the key to your car?” you ask Tony, knowing full well you’re holding the key to an Audi R8 Spyder, the car Tony’s let you borrow so many times you’re now wondering if he’s gifting you his spare set of keys.

“No.” He says casually “It’s the key to your car.”

You’re even more confused and simply stare at him with your mouth gaped, not really processing the information.

“Y-you… You got me a car?!” You almost yell out of shock and everyone else starts laughing at your antics when you start basically jumping up and down and hugging Tony, squealing like a little girl.

“Well, come on, let’s go see it!” Tony says enthusiastically after you’ve calmed down, and you get up, just as enthusiastic, but are stopped by Steve’s voice.

“Wait, wait. You have one gift left.” He says, picking up the small box and giving it to you. “It’s from Bucky.”

You were so pumped up by the car, you almost forgot about it and completely miss the mischievous look Steve gives Bucky and the murderous glare Bucky gives back.

You also miss Bucky starting to protest before you open his gift, but he instantly shuts up when he sees your face falling the second you open it.

It’s a small necklace with a blue rose in it, it really looks like something you’d give a little girl more than a 25 year old woman.

You look at it for a minute, running your finger on it before you raise your head and look at Bucky.

The whole room goes silent as they all watch you worriedly, everyone noticing immediately that tears are streaming down your face.

Nobody understands what’s happening and nobody knows how to react or what to do, it’s like they’re all frozen by the sight of you being vulnerable for the first time ever. 

Meanwhile Bucky’s heart is beating so loud he’s sure everyone around him can hear it, and he feels himself starting to panic at the thought of having ruined your birthday with that stupid gift.

Everybody else got you expensive gifts and all he did was get you a small, cheap necklace that reminded him of a story you briefly talked about once on one of your late night talks about a necklace you had as a kid.

He saw it at the mall while looking for a gift for you, remembering the sweet smile you had on your face when you mentioned it and the fleeting sad look he thought he saw when you told him you lost it when you were 12.

He was really proud of himself for that gift, but the more he saw the other gifts you got the more he regretted his choice, especially after Tony gave you a fucking car.

And now you were crying, not saying anything while just looking at him.

He doesn’t know what to expect from you at the moment, nobody does, he thinks you might yell, throw his gift back at him, tell him how much you hate it and him.

But you surprise everyone by throwing your arms around Bucky’s neck, hugging him tightly while crying into his shoulder.

You honestly forgot telling Bucky about that story and certainly didn’t expect him to remember it, especially since you always got the feeling that he didn’t care about your talks as much as you.

You just assumed that come morning he deleted everything you told him to make room for more important things, and you didn’t blame him.

But he didn’t.

What you didn’t tell him about the necklace is that your mom gave it to you because blue roses were her favorite, you had that necklace since you were born but you somehow lost it the day of her funeral.

That day you lost the two most important things in your life and cried yourself to sleep, and that was the last time you allowed yourself to be weak and cry.

Until today.

Bucky hesitantly wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back hoping to get you to calm down. He looks around at the rest of the team, panicking a little and not knowing what to do.

Everyone else is as clueless as he is, never having seen you in such a state before.

Bucky starts apologizing, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying, and he feels horrible that it’s because of him.

You shake your head quickly and pull away a little to look at him, wanting to reassure him you’re not sad or angry but incredibly happy, but words refuse to come. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and finally manage to speak.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” It’s quiet, but it’s something, and it’s enough to make Bucky let out a breath of relief at knowing you don’t hate him or his gift.

He brings you back in for another tight hug, almost forgetting about everyone else in the room as you hug him back without hesitation.

You’re honestly not even embarrassed at crying, all you care about at the moment is Bucky, his arms around you while he lets you bury your face in his neck, like you’ve been wanting to do for years now.

“Happy birthday, doll.” He whispers in your ear and, for the first time in 13 years, you really feel like it is.

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

Hi! Love your posts. Can you write crush headcanons for each of the turtles, like how they develop it, how they may act around them, and maybe ask them out? Thank you! Hope you have a great day!

TMNT crush headcanons:

Leonardo:

• Leo developes slow but meaningful crushes! He's very careful, and guarded of his feelings similar to Raph, but in his own way. His crush starts with feeling inspired by his person of interest, someone who makes him want to better himself in any way by either observing their passions, talents, and skills, or who encourages his limits to discover his own.

• He's thoughtful but very subtle about his affections towards someone, he doesn't exactly want them to know

• Observant, attentive, and a classic romantic is how he is—that last part, in his fantasies, at least. He dreams about being able to provide everything his crush could want or need, even though he can't always do so due to how they live

• Leo asks his crush out after a series of escalating gestures of love so it doesn't really catch them off guard. Asks them to meet him alone to talk because he has something important to say, and then makes the confession.

• "I know you have to know what I'm going to say, you're nervous, I can tell...I probably shouldn't have been so cryptic when I asked you to meet me in the dojo by yourself." He softens his posture a bit, to seem less tense. He'd lit several dozen candles scattered all over the room, partially for himself while he meditated to calm his mind a little, mostly to create an atmosphere. "You've become a close friend of mine despite everything, you know you're always welcome in our home, right? And you can come whenever." There's an awkward pause—he doesn't know how to continue with what he's saying. "Ah, anyways—I was saying...I enjoy your company, I would be honored to show you some stuff I know, in exchange for some of your time. Only if you'd like." God, he hoped that you would.

Michelangelo:

• Mikey couldn't hide his growing feelings, even if he wanted to. And it didn't take much for him to fall fast and hard for his crush; the attention he got was addictive and he wanted to give it back tenfold! He always wanted to feel wanted and accepted by others, so even though he couldn't have that from the rest of the human world, the fact that he had that from you was more than enough for him. He was grateful.

• He's his crush's biggest fan!! If there were merch, he'd wear it proudly even if it embarrassed you

�� Creative and artistic; he painted and redesigned one of his old longboards just for you. It had some of his old pop-art on it, graffiti style, random sketches and doodles, and every sticker he could find. He tried to remember everything you liked to put it on the things he gave you, whether it were poster collages he made for his wall art or putting love onto the bottom of a skateboard. Big gift giver, so expect to get a LOT of stuff from him—even sentimental items he's nostalgic over, even if you feel bad to receive those things from him. He has a lot to give. 😌

• Mikey confesses by accident one day when he doesn't even mean to—he's playing around with you as usual and gets talkative when he's feeling excited, so it just slips out. Mid-play.

• "Ha-hah! That's what I'm taking about, I love you, Y/N!" There's a pause where it has to compute for a second. "Wait, did I just say that out loud?" He's serious for a moment—he can't believe he actually said that. But the next beat, he's back to smiling at you, laughing, maybe trying to deflect the hint of embarrassment he felt (which was rare for Mikey). "Yeah, I did say that out loud, I guess. Whoops...oh—now, tag, you're it!"

Donatello:

• Despite his brains and his intellectual nature, Donnie is an emotional person and actually falls in love almost immediately when he encounters that perfect person. He gets stars in his eyes and runs his own compatibility tests through his mind as he learns more about them, and annoyingly, they're stuck on his mind even when he's trying to work on his experiments and projects.

• Helpful, playful, a little stingy with your time lol—when he wants to spend time with his crush, he wants his brothers away because they take the limelight without thinking sometimes. Always offering to help you with homework or if you need anything fixed around the house, he's volunteering for that. Broken cabinet? Fixed. Wifi isn't working? No problem. Pipes under your sink leaking? He's been fixing up the Lair for years!

• Donnie is not shy. Let's say that rn. He's 👏 confident 👏. He's a little bit of a showoff competing with his brothers to snatch your attention, even if it's just games.

• He asks you if you'll have him on a date one night on your way out of the sewers. He'd been looking for the prime time to hit you with the question and was a little nervous to do it with his peers around, so he dropped the question when you went to leave for the night. "I know you're leaving—and this will only take a minute! But I had something to ask you." He lets you get curious. He holds up the keys to his prized possession, the Shellraiser, that he dreamed about driving you around in. "Ever gone on a joyride through New York in a souped-up garbage truck? No?...do you, maybe, want to do it with me? As a friend thing? Or maybe as more than just...friends?"

Raphael:

• Raph was completely UNready to admit he was getting soft for you. Or ready to commit to feeling the uncomfortable—but tantalizing—feelings you gave him. In honesty, for a good long while, Raph didn't let you know in the slightest he was getting his heart stolen over the course of the months he knew you.

• Very much puts off his crush with his prickly demeanor. But underneath that tough exterior, he's secretly taking every chance he can get to try to impress you in the ways he knows how; if there's any heavy lifting to be done, you bet he's volunteering himself out for that before anyone else can.

• Acts too good for sappy things until the moment his crush is being vulnerable—it disarms him, he's a protector at heart. He wants to be your shield from everything bad in the world, which is a lot.

• Raph plays the long game with his crush hinting over and over again he's in love, with no luck at times. It frustrates him but it's a challenge. He won't be outright and say it; everything he does is subtle, but the second your back is turned, he's making it known he's got your attention just to pull one over on his brothers (in good humor!)

• Makes his crush work with him to get the confession out, low-key. He makes you guess until you finally start to piece everything together. He will not be saying it with his words, but he'll definitely show it.

• "Y/N. C'mere," he says. "What're you still doing here this late, dummy? Already said it's not safe to walk home alone." Silence. "Agh, I did it again. Ignore my crap. But I mean it, stop goin' home alone, you know I told you I'd come too. And if I ain't available then I'm making Mikey go. Hear me? Stop acting like it's a burden or whatever..." He's kicking himself mentally for being unable to say what he actually wants to say. He ruffles your hair roughly to deflect. "See, now ya look silly like you act. Come on, let's go. I like you better safe in one piece than ending up in the back of some guy's van."

I lost all of my TMNT gifs from my old phone 😭 The post feels bare without it, but anyways, this is my first post in over a year so i hope it's good! 🐢🐢🐢🐢

[zivazivc]

What was Ish and Lena's relationship?

I made so much for this ask, don't look at me 🫣

The two trolls had a short summer romance at a "no boarders" music festival called Fusion Fest. Back then it was a pretty new and small thing, and the point of the festival is for trolls from all genres to come together and enjoy each other's music and company; celebrating togetherness and acceptance.

(Yes, I made a logo. 😅 This festival is a major annual event for the mixed trolls in my AU.)

Ish and his friend group went to check it out because they're already a colorful ensemble of different genres, and they were curious to see what it was about.

Lena and her friends somehow caught wind of the festival in their backwater village where nothing new or exciting ever happens, and they decided to go to rebel against their closed-minded, racist parents and community, but mostly because they were bored teenagers who'd never seen any trolls other than Rock Trolls before. Despite them wanting to experience something new, their reason for going was very much NOT the point of the festival; They were treating it more like a freakshow to stare at, and them rebelling against their parents was more just to anger them and not because they were any better...

In my mind Lena is very attractive (in a trashy, grunge kind of way), and a 16-year-old Ish immediately got a crush on her from across the room.

He put his Funk moves on her and left her completely flustered from how forward he was. I imagine he was really charming and smooth, but also I can't stop cringing and comparing it to bird mating dances lmao.

(The song Ish is singing to Lena. It makes it feel extra perfect because I just happened to learn the singer was also a 16-year-old when recording it!)

Lena didn't fall for him as hard as he fell for her at first, but she's one of those girls who will go for any bad boy that looks intimidating, and she thought funk trolls were scary and intimidating, because she was subconsciously racist herself too. 🧍 She did really start to like him after they hooked up though, and started liking him for him (so at least she was learning...)

But then they were faced with an unexpected surprise one morning after waking up from a night of concerts and partying (and mixing of substances that shouldn't be mixed)...

Ish panicked hard, he even tried getting rid of the egg, claiming it had to be a dud given the circumstances, but Lena stopped him saying she felt it move. Thank god, because Leslie hatched only minutes later.

Ish was so freaked out that he abruptly left and headed back to Funk Kingdom in the same day, and just abandoned Lena with the baby.

Lena was also very scared but she immediately warmed up to little Leslie and had no intention of dropping him off at an orphanage or doing something similar, despite her friends' encouragement to do just that, claiming her parents were going to kick her out if she showed up back home with a mixed baby.

I'm thinking Ish did try to reach out to Lena by sending her a letter a few weeks later (he got her address before the egg thing happened), but the letter never reached her because she really was disowned and kicked out of her parents' house when she came home and refused to give her baby up...

So Lena never heard from Ish again, and the next time Ish heard about Lena was about 9 years later when Leslie turned up looking for him with his baby brother, and he learned that she was gone...

(Ish having a weird day where he went out after Kymani poorly relayed a confusing phone call from the police station, and later came back home as the sole caretaker of two neglected kids.)

[genshin-impact-unofficial]

🌦Confessions gone wrong...

Genshin men and how they fuck up their confessions to you.

Ft. Bennett, Venti, Xingqiu, Xiao, Itto, and Wanderer

Tags: Fem!Reader, Long-Hair!Reader(Xingqiu), crushes, pining, fluff, pg, bad things happen to good people. Note: This thread is mostly humor. I just really wanted to bully some characters. No beta. Pay no mind to me trying to edit my mistakes after this has been posted. (Repost!)

Bennett 

Fatal Flaw: Honestly does nothing wrong, is just an unlucky dude.

There’s too many instances to count. The poor boy has really been trying to tell you his feelings for MONTHS.

In his excitement he wanted to be flashy and ask you out somewhere cool, like by the big tree in Windrise. The weather thankfully allowed it, but right as he was about to take your hand and confess, a swarm of crystal flies began swarming him. You didn’t know they could be so aggressive.

A restaurant! He could treat you to a meal and tell you there! When the two of you arrived at Good Hunter, it was unfortunately closed early for the day. Apparently all of the meat had suddenly gone bad…

You get the gist.... he’s been in this constant confession limbo for a while now. The more he wants it the worse it goes.

Bennett finally decided he didn’t need the bells and whistles. He cared about you a lot and he was going to confess to you if it was the last thing he did. And it damn well might be. With a new found determination, he ran out to do just that.

“Y/N!” Bennett called out when he spotted you by the Adventure’s Guild. He rushed to you, paying special attention to every stair step to keep from tripping. You turned around and smiled too sweetly when you caught sight of him. It made the boy’s heart thump in his chest. Were it not for his sudden tunnel vision, he may have noticed that cat running past him and not trip down the remaining flight of stairs. 

The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself being carried up the familiar route to the cathedral. The adventurer’s face flushed bright red when he realized you were the one carrying him piggyback. It was embarrassing..... but it shamefully wasn’t the first time. Bennett sighed in defeat and simply leaned into your back. When felt his shift in weight, you glanced back to smile at him. You giggled at his clumsiness and it was like music to the boy’s ears. You told him how glad you were that he already regained consciousness this time.  

The two of you began joke around like usual and talked the rest of the way there. Bennett took the small victories.

Venti

Fatal Flaw: Tries to impress you too hard.

He knew exactly where he was going to sing his love ballad about you. The sound of the wind as it blew off the hills of starsnatch cliff would be the perfect accompaniment. Maybe it would need some encouragement, but it was nothing he couldn’t accomplish.

Venti wanted the wine to be just right for the occasion too. You deserved nothing but the best. And how else would he be able to judge the quality.... if not just a teeny tiny taste test? He had to be thorough about this choice after all.

The bard usually had enough self control to limit himself to a glass or two, but he felt his nerves get to him a tad. Venti had the confidence that he could show you a beautiful night, but in the end it was your choice whether to accept his heartfelt gesture. The archon respected your freedom above all else. 

They sure don’t call it liquid courage for nothing! Venti was brimming with confidence when he brought you to a picnic under a tree, overlooking the cecilias in full bloom. You were visibly in awe, and your reactions quickly inflated the bard’s ego to dangerous heights. “If you think that’s beautiful, watch this.”

A gust of wind flowed over the field, sweeping up all the fallen petals to dance in the air. It was unreal, magical, magnificent, splendid, it was…… buzzing? A thud fell between the two of you and effectively ended the romantic moment. It was a wasps nest.

“ABANDON SHIP!” Venti cried out, grabbing your hand and booking it downhill. 

Xingqiu

Fatal Flaw: Hubris.

He really doesn’t like to toot his own horn. Maybe once in a while when it’s warranted. But he really out did himself. Xingqiu read plenty of books regarding the art of courting, and they guided the way to what was sure to be the most romantic confession possible. 

The brilliance was in the simplicity of the plan. First he would begin with a gift. The two of you always met at the book store on your off-days. When he sees you wear your long hair in your usual up-do, he would offer the beautiful hair ornament he acquired. Maybe in your excitement, you would even allow him to affix it for you.

The boy’s stomach dropped when he saw you enter the bookstore. He stared while you looked around for him, turning your head left and right in an adorable manner. The movement accentuated your newest feature... a hair cut. “Y/N, over here.” Xingqiu called to you, his confidence was already wavering a little. You excitedly walked to meet up with him and offered a big grin.

Well all is not lost! This leads into his next step; Flattery! “Dear Y/N, you cut your hair. It looks-” “Ugh, don’t remind me.” You quickly cut him off, mood souring just a tad. You explain the tragic story of how you stupidly got a chunk of your hair caught in a lever. The only solution was to cut it clean off, the dramatic change was definitely still a sore topic. 

Now the boy was breaking a sweat. He changed to a new tactic, to cheer you up. Xingqiu dropped the subject and prompted that you both look at the newest releases. It would help to take your mind off things and he was banking on the last step of his plan to pan out. It was his last hope. 

The two of you settled on the docks and were eager to discuss the books you had just picked. Xingqiu had hidden a love poem into the latest book from your favorite author. He knew you couldn’t resist picking it up, so he stealthily slipped the note into the book you held. Xingqiu spend all night pouring his heart out just right onto the page, as if trying to convey every reason he should be by your side. He expressed his desperate want to be the one to protect and cherish you. Watching you now, talking about your day, left his brain dazed in admiration. It made him realize that all those little things before didn’t matter, as long as you knew how much he adored you in the end.

Finally, you pulled out your newest book to show Xingqiu. The distressed boy nearly fell off the dock. “T-the cover-” He stammered, quickly righting himself. You looked back at him concerned, and slowly explained that it was a limited edition cover. It was only available for the first hundred copies sold. When you saw there was still some in stock, you just had to snag one. 

Why do novels make romance it sound so easy....

Xiao

Fatal Flaw: One track mind.

Xiao had been hyping himself up for this one moment for weeks! He nearly talks himself out of confessing every other minute. You may not even reciprocate, but for his sanity he couldn’t keep hiding how deeply he cares for you. The whole situation was so uncertain but the hammering in his chest was proof that he had to do this.

Its like a band-aid he just had to rip it off. To get it over with. Xiao had no idea how to approach it and resorted to redeeming a favor owed to him. He needed to know what he was getting into and have a battle plan. When he approached Ganyu for advice he concealed most of the details. If she was any the wiser who he was asking romantic advice for, she was kind enough to not to mention it and let him keep his pride.

Xiao glanced down at the single glaze lily in his hand. The irony was not lost on him. It was almost humorous, an adeptus making an offering to a mortal and asking for their blessing.

It was almost the time and he prepared as if going into war. You greeted him and sat casually on the balcony railing of Wangshu Inn. Xiao wasted no time with pleasantries and held out the glaze lily to you. “Please accept this.” He stated. The flower was rigidly extended to the full length of his arm. The fiery determination on his face was  quite off-putting while offering such a delicate plant.

“Ah... I appreciate it Xiao, I really do, but I can’t.” You began to say, confusion steeping into your tone.

“I insist and I ask that you hear me out.” Xiao’s arm did moving an inch. It was the first thing Ganyu told him to do. He couldn’t abandon his path already. 

“What is going on Xiao? I really can’t accept-” You try to explain.

“Please.” His eyes were downcast and the yaksha’s tone was the closest thing to a plea that you’ve ever heard it. You were a tad bewildered and felt as though there was no use trying to talk him down right now. Left with no other choice, you reluctantly took the glaze lily in your hand. 

“Y/N I must tell you that I-” Thats as far as Xiao got before the coughing fit began. Your wracking coughs brought you to your knees. A wheeze is the only thing you could manage as you point to your bag. Xiao was alert and scrambling to make sense of what was happening. Your bag is brought to you in an instant and an arm wrapped around your waist to gently guide you to a chair. 

It took twenty minutes to fully get your breathing under control. You declined is offer to go grab you help. You just knew Xiao would disappear as soon as it arrived. It was a small allergy attack and nothing too threatening, but you could tell the boy next to you was profusely beating himself up for it.

You never did find out why he was so insistent on you taking that flower. What a strange guy. 

Itto

Fatal Flaw: All of the above.

The whole situation was more or less doomed from the start. Once his oblivious ass realized he was in love with you, it was over. The oni was going to confess to you so hard that people were going to be talking about it for YEARS!

It was an all hands on deck operation. Itto gathered the whole gang and then some. He was able to recruit the neighborhood kids to gather as  many sakura pedals as they could carry. The boys were on staging duty, making sure the location was so romantic it could even make onikabuto stop fighting long enough fall in love. Itto even managed win a few fireworks off Yoimiya. (She brutally crushed him in a game of Genius Invokation TCG, and mercifully tossed a couple firecrackers his way as a consolation prize.) SCORE!

It was all coming together! All that was left was to distract you for just a little bit longer. That was a job so important that he could only entrust it to his competent second in command. Shinobu tried to convince Itto again and again that he didn’t need all this extra stuff. Pulling off something this complicated was only setting his expectations to an impossible height. Overall wouldn't it be better to be up front and earnest with you about how he felt? Her genuine, good advice promptly fell on deaf ears. Itto was far too busy trying to find which color would make his horns look even cooler in the light of all the fireflies they captured to release right when he said he loved you. Shinobu left this trainweck to to its thing and went to go find you. 

She usually would’ve press the subject more, but she did genuinely enjoy your company. The Arataki Gang Deputy considered you a good influence on the boss and anything that could keep him out of trouble, the better. 

At last, the time arrived to set all the gears into motion. Now Itto just had to wait for.... The realization hit him. He hadn't told you or Shinobu a time or place too meet today. 

The bumbling oni spent a great deal of the afternoon searching for you like a lost puppy. “Yo! Y/N! Hey Hi! I gotta talk to you!” Itto yelled out across the road.  He had finally managed to catch up to you two. The guy was ecstatic that things were looking up, plan was back on track! If he hurried now he could get you to the location the gang set up before sunset. 

Itto excitedly told you that you HAD to see something. You were always amused by his antics, so of course you agreed. Without hesitation the oni all but dragged you out the door and towards the beach.

When you arrived.... oh crap.

Apparently, you need to get a “warrant” or something to set up the most romantic love confession of all time. Are they trying to say they own the beach or something? That's crazy now! The gang members were trying to explain themselves to the Tenryou Commission guards when you both walked in on the scene. Itto may have made things only a little tiny bit worse when he called the annoyed guard a “block head without a romantic bone in his body”, but no one was keeping score were they? Nonetheless, the whole altercation placed everyone on the scene in a Tenryo Commission cell... including you. 

Shinobu was gonna be so pissed.

Wanderer

Fatal Flaw: Forgets he’s supposed to be confessing.

The whole situation was incredibly annoying anyway. You were the one who wouldn’t take the hint, why should he have to spell it out for you. It’s not like he even wanted these feelings. It was all happening without his permission. On top of that, you were dense enough to miss the point every single time he tried to explain it to you.  

“Is something on my face?” You asked your newly reformed friend while putting down your book. He'd been boring holes into your skull for several minutes now. 

“No? Why are you asking dumb questions?” He snapped. You noticed Wanderer had been doing that quite frequently recently. You sighed in defeat and began gathering your things.

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, I’m heading out.” You told him casually. 

You were usually pretty patient with Wanderer, but he’d been in some sort of sour mood lately. Typically it took a few more irksome things before he would start his attitude, but you just couldn’t figure out whats been setting him off recently. You decided it was best to just let him calm down and try again later.

“Don’t.” Wanderer said snatched your hand roughly before you could get too far. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t calling you dumb.” He spoke without looking directly at you. You made no movement towards returning and his grip on your hand did not let up. 

“And?” You prompted gently.

“Sorry. I’m sorry I said it.” He spat out, clearly annoyed.

You settled back down and asked him what's been bothering him. It’s clear that he was on edge and when you pointed it out his posture became rigid. He was a former Harbinger for fuck sake. Why was this so terrifying. He had been through hell and back without flinching, yet here you were just a person with a goofy laugh and weird interests. It shouldn’t be that hard.

“It’s your fault.” The boy accused, shooting you an annoyed glare. “These emotions aren’t exactly something that come with a manual.”

You blinked back at him in confusion and damn it now you looked cute.

“Stop looking at me! It’s weird.” Wanderer sneered, and immediately scolded himself for harsh it came out. You narrowed your eyes and pointed out that he was just staring at you just a few moments ago. Doesn't that make him weird too? “What? No! That was different. Fuck, you’re already missing the point. That’s why this is impossible with you!” 

You were loosing your patience and told him he was being just as impossible. “Me? At least I'm trying to talk here. You make things so much harder. If you just didn’t look at me like I asked, this wouldn’t have been an issue.” The boy jabbed back at you. 

The bickering went on for a while and concluded with both of you storming off in opposite directions. It wasn’t until Wanderer entered the second room over that he remembered what he was trying to say...... “Ugh, smooth.” He scowls.

<A/N: Hello again! I forgot this one was so long! Thanks for the love I've been receiving on my other works! I read them all and they got me kicking my feet and twirling my hair frfr!>

[theunluckycanuck]

we almost lost montreal

lance stroll & fernando alonso - wc: 3618

tags: smut/pwp, couch sex, established relationship, kissing, smoking, (slight) praise, missionary, lube

a/n: this is my second attempt at strollonso - i hope to be accepted into the community one day. love always, canuck

archive of our own link

"How would we ever get over, Over losing our minds?" - We Almost Lost Detriot, Brian Jackson and Gil Scott-Heron

Maybe Lance was losing it. Maybe the screws were coming undone in his mind. But it was cold, the nights were long. But through the glass door that led out to the balcony of the expensive condo he owned, Lance could see Fernando having his last cigarette for the night.

It scratched a part of his brain that he couldn't quite put into words. Fernando was mostly in shadows from the light of the condo. But Lance could see the small spark at the end of his cigarette. For a man who was a vegetarian to be the best racer, he sure did like the indulge in a dirty little habit during the off-season.

Not that Lance minded, he thought there was a slight bad boy energy to it. Seeing his handsome, older lover happily have a cigarette before they retired from the evening. But honestly, Lance wouldn't be getting much sleep with the erection in his sweatpants. Fernando looked good. Lance was often touted as the pretty boy of F1, but there was something about Fernando that made excitement race through Lance.

The Canadian would go as far as to call Fernando a looked over gem in attractiveness of drivers. So he couldn't help but palm himself through his sweatpants and admire the older man through the glass door as he finished the last of the cigarette. Lance only got more excited when Fernando stamped it out and tossed it over the edge of the balcony before he came back inside.

Their gazes met and Lance spread his legs a little wider. He smiled at his lover and eyed him up and down. He asked, "Looking for something, baby?"

Fernando chuckled as he took his slippers off and got deeper into the condo, "No, but you look like you are undressing me with your eyes. Is there something you need, Lancito?"

Lance could feel the slight sting in his cheeks of heated pink, "Can't I admire my boyfriend?" And raised his dark brows.

Fernando got closer and sat on the white leather couch beside Lance. He reached for his lover and took him by the chin. They kissed, a simple gesture but it was heated in a way that made Lance's pulse jump. Especially with how Fernando held his face, so tenderly. So sweetly, but with enough grip to keep the younger man closer to him.

It sent small shocks of pleasure through him as he reached for Fernando's shoulders and pulled him in even deeper. He tasted like cigarettes, and while a rather repulsive taste. Lance yearned for more, his cock fully erect in his sweatpants.

"You taste good, Nando." Lance chuckled.

Fernando yanked on Lance's shaggy dark hair for a moment and looked into his eyes. His forehead creased as he asked, "Like an ashtray, my love?"

Lance chuckled, "Yeah, but like a sexy ashtray." And then laughed against Fernando's lips. And then moaned as his lover's hands trailed lower to Lance's hips. The two of them continued to make out and Lance only pulled away and swore loudly before he was pushed down onto the couch.

As a result his shirt rode up and little bit. And Fernando kissed at his exposed stomach, pushing his t-shirt up in the process. Lance arched his back a little, squirmed under his lover's touch as any further words got stuck in his throat.

"Relax, my love." Fernando said as he looked up at his lover. His scruffy cheek against Lance's toned middle. Lance only felt his heart hammer and grip onto the couch under him for some kind of support. Fernando kissed his lover's stomach and said, "Relax. I'd hate to tie you up, I think everything you own would leave burns on your wrists."

Lance chuckled lightly, "I'd love if you marked me."

Fernando replied, "I would love to as well, but the press would be on us if they saw your pretty wrists all bruised my attention… Not to mention that neck of yours." He licked his lips, "Soon enough, Lance, I will mark you as mine."

And maybe because Lance was already excited all over, but he could have came from those words. How Fernando said them, it felt like a throb in the younger man's skull. And Fernando knew that. Hence why his hand went past the waistband of Lance's sweatpants and grasped his cock.

The lights were low, the heat between them was heavy. And Lance had never been more turned on in his entire life. Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly true - one time Fernando kissed across where Lance's tattoo was and Lance almost came from the sensation.

What could he say, he loved when his lover's hands were on him. The grip that Fernando had on him made him excited all over. So to get kissed so tenderly while he struggled to her his shirt off was quite the feeling. Only made his pulse leap at the sensation.

Fuck. Was all he could think of. Fernando's lips dragged across his skin made his breath hitch. He couldn't squirm too far away from the other man and he gripped onto the couch a little tigther. His heart fluttered and his cock strained further against the fabric of his sweatpants.

He was a lucky man, there was no doubt about that. He let out a soft moan and Fernando's hands held tighter onto the other's waist and dragged his tongue up against Lance's left nipple and the other man near curled into himself.

"Fernando, please."

"You sound good when you're needy, my love." Fernando looked at Lance once more, "The way you sound. Desperate, desperate for me. Only me. And I am very lucky." He placed another kiss before he got up to Lance's face. They looked at each other closely.

They could make out every small feature in one another. The mole under Lance's eye, the grey that was scattered in Fernando's beard. The smell of cigarettes, Lance's body wash and the anticipation of what was to come was between them Then Fernando crashed his lips against the other and held him close.

The two made out, it was sloppy. It was messy, needy for both of them. Lance moaned into the kiss as Fernando's other hand grasped his cock through his pants. He rubbed his palm against it and Lance could feel the slick pre-cum drip out.

He needed Fernando, he needed him badly.

When the kiss broke, Lance was grinning like a fool. He said, "Fucking take me, Nando. Take me right now or I'm going to lose it." And Fernando was quick to rid the younger man of his sweatpants.

"Desperate, Lance." Fernando said lowly as he continued to stroke his lover's cock. The excitement bubbled in Lance,but he tried his best to keep it down. He didn't want to finish so quickly.

But Fernando's hands, despite years of driving, we're so smooth and felt so right wrapped around his cock. The younger man couldn't help but melt a little into the couch as Fernando stroked his cock till it was painfully erect.

"So good for me, my love." Fernando said lowly, "Such a well behaved boy for me." He licked his lips before he slowed his movements down to a stop. Lance whined and he was shushed by Fernando, "I'm getting the lube, stay here. And don't touch yourself."

Lance watched Fernando leave for the bedroom. He laid on the couch with his cock exposed to the air of the condo. He wanted to touch himself, but what he could do himself was only a fraction as good as what Fernando did to him. He shuttered a little and shifted on the couch.

Naked, exposed. His slim yet strong frame on display. But they were totally alone in the condo. Their shared space for the holidays. Even though it was painfully cold in Montreal and Fernando had an adversion to chilly weather. He braved it for his lover, something Lance found endearing.

Plus it was an excuse for the pair to be bundled up in the condo once the sun went down and the chill increased. Which only further excused them getting handsy with one another. He noticed Fernando returning with lube in hand and tried to sit up by the arm of the couch, but his lover pressed a hand on his chest to keep him pinned down to the couch.

"Lie there. Let me take care of everything."

"You make me sound like I'm a pillow princess."

"Aren't you, Lance-y?" Fernando asked with a wink.

Lance smiled and grabbed one of the throw pillows to put under his head, "I thought you loved that I was a bottom. That you loved when you got to fuck me that way that you do."

Fernando chuckled as he put the bottle of lube on the coffee table before he started to strip down. No one could see in through the windows. And unless they got too loud, no one would be able to hear them. Not that Lance minded a small noise complaint, the condo was empty most of the year anyway. His neighbours could handle a little noise.

The space between them felt awfully intimate. In a way that made both men feel good. Especially when Fernando got onto the couch and got in between the other's legs. He kept one leg planted on the ground for extra leverage as he eyed his lover up and down. He licked his lips before he got the bottle of lube.

"You want this, Lance?" Fernando asked, "You want to be my good boy tonight?" He added with a hint of cheekiness in his tone. That made Lance's cock twitch. He knew that the other man was exctied, that he yearned for Fernando's cock. And in all fairness, the older man was honoured.

He respected Lance, and to see him so hungry for his cock was a high level of praise. Especially when he got the lube across two of his digits and ran it across Lance's hole before he got his own cock prepped to take the other man.

Lance held his gaze, moved between a large grin and a blissed out expression. His cheeks were painfully pink and his breathing was already heavy. It was quite the sight, the kind of sight that would make anyone aroused. Already coming apart before Fernando even had the chance to fuck him.

"You have no idea what you do to me, my love." Fernando said as he stroked his cock to make sure it was thoroughly lubed up. He could feel the excitement across his lover's face. It was quite the sight.

"I think I have an idea." Lance replied with heat in his tone, "I've never seen you this hard."

Fernando chuckled lowly, "Well, you're perfect for me. How could I not? Only an idiot wouldn't be able to get aroused by the sight of you."

"You flatter me." Lance chuckled. He felt more heat in his cheeks, he knew that his entire face was bright pink. But neither cared, it was an endearing factor. To have Lance's pleasured feelings make him so expression.

So warm, and all for Fernando.

The older driver replied, "Only for you, Lance. Only for you." His words were like promise, a commitment of sorts to the younger man. That they would never be strangers so long as they both walked the earth.

Drivers, lovers, future husbands. They were two planets in a certain orbit of one another. Never drifting too far. Not that either wanted to, they were strong on the track together. Like two currents that ran through one another.

Fernando went in for another heated kiss, his cock up against Lance. He heard the younger man moan into the kiss as Fernando teased his hole a little bit. He knew that the younger man was like a live wire at that moment.

No need to prolong the teasing, Fernando could show mercy.

Slowly he sank in. And it was like heaven's prayer. He leaned over and press a hand against the arm of the couch where Lance's head was for support as he inched himself into Lance. The other man tensed up for a moment before he relaxed enough for Fernando to get fully inserted into him.

Fernando paused for a moment once he was inside and looked into his lover's eyes. Brown like rich earth, but warm like honey left out in the sun. Dripped over the surface it was on. Melted and warm, just how Fernando felt with himself in between the other's legs.

"You feel amazing." Lance said with a hitch in his tone. The feeling was incredible. There was something about how his older lover made him feel that he couldn't properly put into words. The allure of the other driver had a grip on Lance as Fernando started to move faster.

Hard to think that Fernando was once his idol. Now his lover. How quickly things could change by being at the right place at the right time. Fernando was still a devil on the track, but his kisses felt like worship against Lance's heated skin. Especially when he reached his collarbone and licked across the smooth skin.

Fernando swore he could feel Lance's heartbeat under his lips as he rocked himself against the other man. The pleasure bounced through him, it was a thrum in the Fernando that he held onto the couch a little tighter so he didn't lose composure too quickly. His movements were deliberate and his pace was steady as he watched his love get wrapped up in intense pleasure.

They shared another heated kiss, Lance got his arms around the other man and held on tightly. The pair moved together and both were overcome with intense pleasure. There was a heated euphoria between the both of them. Sparks that turned into a steady flame, the kisses were wet and loud. And as the pleasure grew, they yearned for each other even more.

"Fernando."

"Shh, Lance. Shh, I've got you. You're perfect." He said lowly, "You have no idea what you've done to me. You are the most irresistible man I've ever laid eyes on." He quickened his pace and watched Lance tilt his head back.

"What about me?" Lance chuckled, "What you've done to me." Somehow Lance became a better driver under the heated gaze of Fernando. All the sexual touches between races, the moments where they couldn't get off one another was great for boosting Lance's morale for driving.

Because if he did well then he got showered with an intense amount of praise. Maybe Lance did have a raging praise kink, but Fernando was more than happy to indulge in it. Let the other man know how good he was. How well behaved he was while Fernando wrung orgasm after orgasm out of him.

"You look perfect as always." Fernando said.

"No need to flit with me, Fernando. You already have me." Lance's breathing grew in heaviness as you held onto his lover and the two of them moved together on the couch. Their experience was marred with heavy kisses and heavier petting.

With Fernando's thumb toying with the other's nipple. He soon replied, "I know, now that I have you. I can flirt with you even more. Because now you have to take it. Just like you take every inch of me." He continued his heavy motions and it made Lance's head spin.

Lance held on and felt the pleasure continue to ripple through him. To have his lover fuck him so well made every inch of him feel more alive. Almost on par with the feeling of racing. The kiss they shared once more was electric and Lance moaned against his lover's lips.

"Taste so good." Fernando said lowly, "Taste finer than any wine and sweeter than any pastry. Tasted many things in my life, but none are as good as you, Lance."

"Fuck." Lance gasped as he reached for his lover and held him by the shoulders, "Trying to make me finish?"

Fernando chuckled, he smiled. The lines in his face only aroused Lance more. He said to his younger lover, "I love taking you apart and putting you back together. You complete me, Lance. Never forget that."

A thousand small actions had to be taken for them to meet, hundreds of little choices and moments led to the pair meeting. But that was the beauty of it, all roads led to each other. And now they were on the same path, hand in hand. Together.

"I love you." Lance said, near out of breath.

"I love you too, my Lance." Fernando said as he pressed into the other man further and quickened his pace. Even with the small ache in his back and hip from the angle, he kept going as the pay off of climax would make it all worth it.

The two drivers fucked one another, Lance could feel the stammering in his heart. To be taken so well by such a strong, beautiful man made his head feel full of euphoric lust. The thump, thump, thump of his heart perfectly in time with the pleasure in his core.

Fuck was Fernando Alonso a good fuck.

"I love you." Lance said as he felt the pleasure reach its peak in him. He arched his back a little and his eyes closed. His entire body felt flushed as he felt Fernando's hot gaze across his skin. There was an up-tick in his pulse and Fernando pressed his lips against his pulse to feel it.

That sent the younger man over the edge, he clung to his lover's shoulders and climaxed with a near-pathetic noise. But to Fernando it sounded sweet, like his favourite melody.

"Fuck… Fuck, Fernando." Lance gasped as he came, messing them both up with his cum. His head was throbbing, but not from a headache. Just the head rush of climax. He was quickly overstimulated by Fernando's continued pace.

"Look at you, Lance." Fernando purred, "Look how good you look under me. You look perfect." He continued to kiss his lover's neck and work his body against Lance's. There was a thrill in his soul at the feeling of the two of them together. It was only aided by another searing kiss.

Fernando could feel Lance's cum against his abdomen, and he knew they'd clean up later. But the feeling of the fluid against his hot skin was almost burning. He felt the thump of his heart in his ears as he continued his rapid pace.

"Fe..Fernando." Lance croaked.

Nothing quite like a younger lover desperately trying to form words after a strong climax. It made Fernando kiss the other man's sweaty temple as he felt close to his own orgasm. They shared another passionate kiss and Fernando knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer.

To Fernando, Lance was the perfect lover. The kind of lover that would make most jealous, but the older man was happy that Lance was all his. It was all he wanted, he thanked the stars or a higher power that everything came together and now he got to indulge in the sweet beauty that was Lance Stroll.

Even the parts the Canadian driver hated about himself, the parts the press hated about him, Fernando only loved in spades. That was his lover, his partner. His everything. The world could hate the younger driver, but Fernando's promise was to make sure that he knew his potential.

Especially when he made Fernando feel so good.

He grabbed Lance by the neck and pulled him in for another searing kiss. With a few more heavy strokes of his hips, he soon finished inside of Lance with tension running around him. He held onto the other man tightly as he came and hear another sweet moan come from Lance's lips.

He imagined that heaven tasted as sweet as the way his lover looked in a post-climax state.

When Fernando slowed his pace to a stop and pulled away to eye his lover. He saw a hazy lust in Lance's dark eyes. It only drew Fernando in further to kiss him gently on the lips once more.

"Always good for me."

Lance chuckled lightly, still forming coherent thoughts, "Back at ya, Nando." Oh, he was really out of it. Fernando's suspicions were correct when Lance basically melted into one more of the other man's kisses before he laid out exhausted on the couch.

Fernando pulled out and Lance clumsily grabbed tissues off the coffee table to clean up the cum and lube. They shared a few more tender kisses, Lance's tongue grazed across Fernando's bottom lip as the older man aided his lover in the clean up.

"Now, now, my love." The older driver said lowly, "As much as I would love to go again. Let's get to the bedroom this time. I don't think my back can take another round in that position."

"Getting old there, honey?"

Fernando took Lance by the jaw, he chuckled lowly, "Careful now, Lance. I don't want you to have to take back those words. Especially when you've been so good for me." And he watched Lance swallow.

It started to snow outside, only aided by the wicked wind that ripped through the streets of Montreal. Another chilled night but as Lance made another sweet moaning noise as he was pushed onto the bed by his lover - the pair were going to be just fine keeping each other warm. ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

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Cassandra Jones x Gen Reader

Starting Relationship Headcanons

Romantic

☆Warning(s) Mention of Blood!

☆Author Note(s) Feel free to give me any constructive criticism as this is my first time doing anything like this. Also, don't feel afraid to share your headcanons, I love reading stuff like that, and Cassandra is so underrated.

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Mixed with that and not really having friends, she can be a bit awkward (?) tense (?)

☆ Cassandra is... a very intense woman

First time Cass asked you to hang out, she kind of just

"HANG OUT WITH ME, NO TAKE BACKS"

Finger in your face and everything.

When you said "okay...!" She turned her heel and walked away laughing manicly. Kind of scared you a bit, but she was just excited (and nervous but she would never admit that)

Not that she had to, you could see the nervous sweat on her forehead.

Yall would most likely be friends when she's out of the foot clan, mostly because she would be to busy trying to prove her worth to the foot clan dudes.

Something about "upping her rank" or something.

Since she's been training for a clan since she was like seven, she's been way to busy to go out and do things like a regular person.

Fighting and trying to rule the world is the only thing she's really ever known.

So for the first time spending time together, Cassandra would try to drag you along to an adrenaline inducing activity, like sparring or "destroying anyone that comes in our path"

You instead get some tickets to a carnival, and take her around to ride some rides.

If you have a bad stomach, well to bad. She will drag you onto the fastest and highest rides. Definitely would scream the loudest, (out of joy) Somehow has an iron stomach.

Would also try to unbuckle herself from the MOVING ride. Claims its "way more intense". You had to hold her down WHILE on the ride so she didn't fall and get hurt. Almost got the both of you banned.

And gave you a heartattack.

Afterwards, take her to play some carnival games, maybe even win a stuffed animal for her, she'll look at you with little stars in her eyes. (And later put the stuffed animal on her bed)

Then she would get competitive.

I honest to God think she would be so good at scam carnival games. Comes with her ninja skills.

Treated the carni as her "mortal enemy." Also won like everything and shoved it in your arms with a "I WIN."

Also called herself a God lmao??

Anyways...

She's definitely not gonna realize when she has feelings for you at first.

All she knows is that she likes spending time with you and her face gets a little warm when you smile at her

(Wait, what?)

And her stomach gets queasy and she can't stop sweating when shes around you-

(Okay this is a problem)

She thinks you gave her the flu or something.

I mean she's not like stupid or anything, she's just never felt anything like how she feels for you before.

I feel like she gets it when April and her have one of their weekly movie nights. They "conveniently" watch a cheesey romantic movie. (April totally put it on to help the poor girl)

After that Cassandra is just super tense around you. Like bad.

Like

"Hey Cass? You wanna hang o-"

"NO, TRAINING, BYE"

"Okay...?"

Lmao

It's not until you track her down after a pretty bad mission you get to talk to her.

I imagine she gets hurt a shit ton on missions. I mean she's always getting thrown into walls and falling off of tall stuff.

You can't tell me she hasn't gotten a concussion or two.

You stepped in as a medic of sorts for her (and the others tbh) since she dropped out of the Foot Clan. Healthcare is expensive 👍🏻

You walk up to Cassandra, med kit in hand and slowly sit next to her. She tenses when she sees you and looks away.

She always insisted that she "could handle her injures herself" but after being friends for a while she just accepts it to "make you feel better."

(Cassandra definitely likes being taken care of, just doesn't want to admit it)

She's bleeding on her shoulder, that's quite obvious, but it doesn't seem like stitches are needed.

You pop open the med kit and grab the tools needed to help and ever so gently take her hand to get better access to her wound better.

Cassandra tenses up more.

Thats when she finally looks at you.

And. She. Is. RED.

You honestly can't tell if she's in love with you or about to be sick.

Its not until you let go as you finish bandaging the wound she speaks up.

Well

Mumbles

"...what did you say?"

"I SAID DATE ME YOU MORON"

I mean, how could you say no?

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That Is Disgusting Julian - Julian (Trailer Park Boys) X Fem!Reader

Summary: You do a carwash to fund Trinity’s next field trip fees, and your boyfriend, Julian likes what he see’s. Ricky is insecure about not being able to afford the fees though, and has a tough day.

Warnings: Sorta dirty talk and flirting. No graphic smut tho. Swearing. Silly fic ngl. Julian x Reader.

Word Count: 4305

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“Ricky, you better come up with the cash for Trinity’s field trip by the end of the day,” Lucy said, pushing him away with her hand on his chest. Their daughter had a school field trip coming up and the fees were due in two days. Ricky was growing dope again to help support his family, but this batch wasn’t going to be ready in time. He gave up his attempt at funding the school trip and thought great, Trin will get the day off and we’ll just do crafts with her or some shit. This was not an acceptable answer for Lucy. The mother wanted her daughter to fit in at school and be ‘normal,’ as normal as she could be given her upbringing. Holding her back from attending the field trip would make her stand out as sheltered. Asking the school for financial assistance would be embarrassing and then some administration might be suspicious of Trinity’s home situation. “Don’t you understand, she needs to go on this field trip? It is really important to our little girl, so GET THE MONEY,” Lucy was trying to make him understand the stakes.

While Lucy and Ricky were bickering on the porch, you and Sarah noticed. The three of you were roommates, and that made the lot fee’s easier to cover. Instead of worrying about making the payments you were able to spend extra cash on more exciting expenses. “Sarah, we should check on Lucy,” you suggested after hearing the low shouts turn into yelling outside.

Very quickly you could tell what the conversation was on. Lucy was telling you and Sarah the other day about Trinity’s upcoming field trip. The one that Ricky was supposed to pay for. In fact, he had been told about the fees the month before. “Whatever Ricky, I guess you just want Trinity to do just as well as you did in school!” Lucy was upset at Ricky for failing to get the cash needed. It frustrated her even more that it seemed like he wasn’t trying very hard.

Ricky’s Confessional: Is it so bad if Trin wants to be like her dad? Eh either way, if she wants to do well in school she totally can. She’s like 10 but she’s 100 times smarter than Cory and Trevor. I’ll figure out a way to get the money though. Julian can help me rob someone or something.

“Ricky, I think you’re done here,” you told him, starting to nudge him down the doorsteps. “‘You’re done here,’ ‘you’re done, blah blah blah, you know what, you’re done Y/N. Fuck off, I’m trying!” You crossed your arms and let Sarah and Lucy get him off the property.

You felt bad for Lucy, and mostly Trinity. The class was going to a week-long camp to do a bunch of different activities. Trinity was supposed to go kayaking, which she’d never done. Everyone in her class was excited to go, making her figure that so should she. Thankfully, she was out with her friends at the playground while her parents were arguing. Your mind was searching for ways to possibly fix the issue. The little girl had an expectation by now that she was going kayaking, telling her otherwise was going to be heartbreaking. Sarah and Lucy were sulking while you thought. You weren’t going to let money get in the way of her going on that field trip, “Hey girls, I have an idea.” The other two women perked their heads up for a moment. “We can do a carwash today and tomorrow. It’s only 9 AM, so we can get set up by noon just outside of the park. A lot of cars pass through since the gas station is across the street,” you got excited yourself as you explained a plan. Your roommates were right on board as well. Sarah went, “My god, Y/N, you are a genius! If we’re wearing our bathing suits we can easily make a ton of cash. Trinity gets her fees first obviously, but if we make extra we can go shopping for once.”

Lucy’s formerly frowning face was brightened by your idea. She wouldn’t have to keep relying on Ricky for this money and her baby girl would get her school experience. “You used to do dancing at that ‘gentlemen’s club,’ right Lucy? We can bring the ghettoblaster and play some music. If we’re working we may as well have fun right?” Your plan was looking better and better as you three worked out the details. “Hell yes!” Lucy was a hundred percent down with the carwash.

While you, Sarah and Lucy were gathering all the tools you would need for the carwash, Ricky was asking Julian for help. “Trinity wants to go kayaking with her class on the field trip, but I don’t have my dope to sell yet. Julian, man you gotta give me a hand here. We gotta come up with 200$ by the end of the day. Lucy’s gonna freak if we don’t.” Julian loved Trinity like a daughter, so he wanted her to go to the camp. However, it was annoying that somehow Ricky’s failure was all of a sudden his problem. “Ricky, just calm down. We can sell some of the blunts we have from the last batch,” Julian was trying to get his friend to stop panicking. He knew the blunts wouldn’t be quite enough to pay the fees, but he’d eventually find a way to compensate. “Come on bud, just take a seat and let’s think about what else we could possibly sell, pawn maybe?” Ricky sighed and nodded his head as he went to sit down on the sofa.

Julian began to rifle through his cabinets for anything of value that would make him some quick cash. The phone started ringing. Ricky wanted to make sure Julian knew so he shouted, “Julian, JULIAN, JULIAN, SOMEONE IS CALLING YOU!” He picked up the phone with a cautious “Hello” and then realized it was you. “Hey Babe, what’s up?” Ricky was annoyed that it was you. He didn’t hate you, but he knew that Julian worshipped the ground you walked on and it was extremely distracting. You were the center of Julian's world now, and you were close with Lucy. “Jules, I can’t go out this afternoon, but after dinner would work,” you were letting him know that the lunch date you had set was a no-go. He was disappointed at first, but he was fine with it if he could see you later in the day. If it was later in the day perhaps he could get you to stay the night with him. He’d been meaning to ask you to, but it never happened. You were starting to wonder if he ever wanted you to stay over. “That’s cool, I’ll pick you up at 9. Can I ask what you’re up to this afternoon?” The conversation was going on painfully long for Ricky’s liking. He was rolling his eyes and imitating how he imagined you talking but without the noise. The frustration built up enough that he tugged on Julian’s classic black shirt and pointed at his watch once he was sure he had his attention. “You’re doing what? Sorry, you’re breaking up a bit. We’ll talk about it later Y/N,” he was able to say before hanging up. He wasn’t sure what you were saying, but it was something about a car getting washed, the gas station, and the girls.

As soon as Julian took the phone off his ear, Ricky grabbed it for him and plopped it back down. “We gotta sell those joints right fucking now-” he started panicking again, but Bubbles interrupted the man by letting himself into the trailer. “Hey boys, how’s it going?” He was being his friendly self as usual, but Ricky didn’t have time for smalltalk, “It’s going shit. Bubs, can you help Julian and I score 200 bucks by the end of the day? Trinity has a field trip coming up.” Bubbles agreed to sell the blunts with them and go through his shed when he got the chance.

Julian was glad Bubbles was on board, but got curious as to why he came over in the first place. “I came here because I saw your girls with Sarah putting up some fliers. Y/N was carrying a big ole sign that said ‘$18 & We’ll Wash Your Car.’ I was wondering if you guys knew about that. I mean I think it's nice-,” this time Ricky was interrupting him, “They’re gonna strip on cars?! I thought Y/N for sure was too much of a prude to do that but I guess I was wrong about her.” Ricky was impressed at first that the girls were being resourceful, but it bothered him that Lucy felt like she couldn’t rely on him.

Ricky’s Confessional: So I’m thinking, whatever, the girls can do their thing, but I’ll make more money than them by the end of the day. I’ll show them!

Julian’s Confessional: Y/N’s a clever girl, but sometimes she really shocks me. I’m not worried, but I just wanna make sure she’s safe and all. I’ll make sure I pop by sometime this afternoon to check.

“Guys let’s just gather our leftover blunts and then sell them to dumb college kids. Go now. Regroup at my place, then we’ll hit the road,” Julian directed his friends. Bubbles gave him a salute and went on his way. Ricky ran out the door and tripped down the stairs, “Fuck, fucking steps are always tripping people up. I think there’s a hole in my pants again. Bubs you gotta fix this for me later.”

By 11:30 AM, the first customer came to the carwash you, Sarah and Lucy had masterminded. It was an awkward looking boy that looked like he was in his post-secondary years. He handed you a. $20 bill and said to keep the change, so you girls got to work. “You’re welcome Jacob,” you all called out as he was driving away After he thanked you for cleaning the outside of the car.

You wore a white bikini top made of a knitted material on the outside of the demi-cups. The demi-cups covered less of your boobs than regular ones did, but it was cute and would probably serve the fundraiser well if you show a little extra skin. For bottoms, you had blue denim shorts on. They came up high enough that when you bent over enough, the bottom of your ass would show. Lucy and Sarah were styles almost identically so that you all looked like a cohesive team.

At one point, Randy and Mr. Lahey were at the gate of the park. “Good to see you guys working hard. Ricky could learn a thing or two about that,” Lahey said from the other side of the road. You didn’t want to encourage him, but you all couldn’t help but chuckle. Mr. Lahey and his assistant supervisor were whispering to each other frequently and looking over at you guys. No one could tell what they were saying, but the camera crew was able to catch a glimpse of the conversation’s audio. “Mr. Lahey, is this what you meant when you told me to wash down your car?” “Yes Randy. We can do some roleplay about this tonight if you’d like…”

The cars kept coming and at 2 PM you had made $60. “Sarah, Lucy, I’m relieved this plan is working to be honest. I wasn’t sure how much business we’d get,” you opened up with them as you were all working on the fourth car so far. Lucy spoke up, “I didn’t think it would be this good, but I’m super happy with this.”

You smiled and looked down again at the window you were scrubbing. As the afternoon went by you couldn’t help but think of your boyfriend. Earlier, on the phone you were hoping he would catch on to what you were doing and that maybe he’d drop by. Sarah could see you losing a bit of focus so she started cleaning beside you while Lucy distracted the driver for a while. “Y/N, girl, I know you miss Julian. You’ll see him tonight, so you have that to look forward to,” she encouraged you to lighten up. “I know, it’s silly. I secretly hope he comes by. It would be funner prancing around and all over his car than some weird guy I don’t really know haha,” you joked around. Lucy had been eavesdropping as she scrubbed the passenger door while leaning on it, “If he comes by he’s gonna faint seeing you like this!”

Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Julian was driving with Ricky and Bubbles to head home. They had sold the weed, but came up short of what they wanted. The quota was over double of what they had made so far and they weren’t sure where to go from there. Julian was tired of fighting about money all day and just wanted to go home. Then he remembered his talk with you on the phone and what Bubbles said. As he was pulled up to the park he could see Sarah, Lucy and you, Scrubbing a car down with sponges and then waving away the car you just washed. “Looks like we’re taking a short stop before home boys,” Julian said. Ricky was feeling more confident compared to how he did in the morning because now he had $55 to pitch in. It was a lot better than the initial zero.

Julian rolled down his window and tried to play it cool when his girlfriend approached. “What can I do for ya,” you asked with your upper body leaning down so you could see him better. “Just a carwash ladies,” he turned over to Ricky to grab the cash they had made. Ricky sat there with his arms crossed, pouting. Julian had to elbow him hard to snap him out of it and yank the money from him. After that moment he passed the $55 dollars to you with a smirk on his face. “Wow, you must be feeling generous today…” you commented, slowly putting the money into your bag, making sure Lucy saw how much the boys brought.

You and Lucy started on the windshield, with Sarah starting by the trunk. The sponges from the soapy buckets came out and onto the windshield of Julian’s Monte Carlo. Your knees were placed on the hood as you rubbed the sponge on the glass. Your chest on display for Julian as you lingered predominantly on your right side. When your sponge was running out of soap water, Lucy started scrubbing the other side. Once the windshield and hood were cleaned up, you progressed to the driver’s window and Lucy went to the passenger. As you washed down the window in front of Julian you made sure to put on a bit of a show for him. Even the sound of your boobs scraping up against his window as you leaned over to clean the top of his car was turning him on, so the sight riled him to a level he was having a hard time not rolling down the window and just grabbing you.

When you were done with the window and top of the car he did roll it down. It took everything in him to control his urges and contain himself. “d’you lean over like that for every customer?” You were now squatting down to clean the spaces below the windows. “Nah, just the handsome ones,” you assured your man. It gave him joy feeling so special to you. Julian gave you a low growl, and said “Good girl. I’ll make sure I show you later tonight just how much I appreciate this,” licking his lips for a brief moment.

Before you could flirt back with him you heard Ricky blurt out “Oh my fuck that is disgusting Julian. I’m right here, I don’t need to know how bad you wanna bang Y/N.” It felt awkward for you when Ricky said it like that. Maybe it was a bit too public. Luckily Sarah spoke up for you, “Ricky, shut up. It’s sweet. At least they like each other. You and Lucy have been flipping each other off through the window for the past 5 minutes.” She had a point. You didn’t see much of it because of Julian, but you caught them exchanging creative ways to say ‘fuck you’ in different unorthodox ways of sign language. Ricky had no retorts that would be able to properly stand up to you girls so he ended the interaction sticking his tongue out at you, Sarah, and then finally, Lucy. “Fuck off! BUT MAKE SURE THAT MONEY GOES TO TRIN’S FIELD TRIP!” He went off as Julian started driving away so Ricky couldn’t make the interaction any uglier.

Y/N’s Confessional: Jokes on him, we made over a hundred dollars today. So the $55 from them, plus tomorrow… that’ll easily cover Trinity’s fees.

Lucy and Sarah chimed in as you said that with a “Kaching!”

“Rick, why’d you start that shit?” Bubbles was upset because he didn’t like all the yelling. Especially if it was between his friends. Ricky tried to play dumb as if he didn’t just piss off everyone. Bubbles wanted an answer so he clarified, “it wasn’t cool to call out Julian for flirting with his girl.” He knew his behaviour was bad so he admitted to his two best friends in the world, “Okay, maybe, just maybe, I was slightly jealous that Julian has this good thing going, and I’m just over here fighting with Lucy all the time. I love her, but it does get tiring once in a while. Anyway, I’m sorry Julian.” The men all were tired from the day so they embraced in a group hug to clear the air officially. Julian let Ricky know, “Apology accepted, just don’t do that again,” as he patted his shoulder.

Ricky’s Confessional: Maybe I was being hard on them at the carwash. I don’t regret saying it though because they are all over each other and it is GROSS.

Julian’s Confessional: He said that?! I can’t believe him sometimes. You know, when he and Lucy go at it, the whole park can hear them. I’m not exaggerating, it wakes me up at least once a month.

Bubbles: Well, I kind of wanted to say to Ricky that he was being hypocritical about the PDA stuff, but then I would have to explain what that means. That’s too much work.

At 8:30 Julian drove over to your place. He was early, but it was because he was anxious. The carwash got him hot and bothered. His thoughts for the rest of the day were dominated by you in the bikini top and shorts.

After finishing the 6th car, you took a shower and got ready for the date. When Julian knocked on the door, Sarah and Lucy let him know you were still getting ready. Somehow he convinced them to let him into the trailer and find you. You were putting on lipstick as the door creaked open. Julian slowly stepped inside and hugged you from behind. He breathed in your scent after kissing your head. “Wanna grab your toothbrush and stuff. I don’t know, pajamas maybe as well,” he suggested. Oh my god, he wants me to stay the night! You realized. Trying not to reveal how excited it made you, you simply nodded and grabbed the essentials.

On the drive over to Julian’s trailer, you two saw Trinity walking with Ricky. That got Julian interested in how the work day was for you, “You girls make enough money from the carwash?” It made you proud how from one day you had all helped make Trinity’s field trip possible, “With the cash you guys gave us plus the cars we actually made the $200. Tips from customers sure helped.” Julian had his eyes still on the road, but he took his right hand and lightly slapped it on your thigh while he said “Well, you looked good while doing it. I'm sorry Ricky was being nasty. He says he’s sorry, it was hard for him to see us flirting.” Although what he did made you annoyed, throughout the day it became funnier as you replayed it in your head. Being angry at him was too much effort so you already laughed it off.

“It’s fine. We were joking earlier that it’s him being salty he hasn't gone on a date in ages. Also, was Randy just rubbing himself on Lahey’s car like he’s a bear on a tree just now?” You turned to get a second look for a second as Julian started going faster. “If Ricky think’s we’re gross, I hope he sees that,” Julian wanted to wipe his mind from seeing the greasy shirtless man rubbing the car with his back side. You also wanted to unsee the sight, “Mr. Lahey was just staring and drinking his liquor, what a freak.” Your boyfriend also saw what you saw, but talking about it further would make it last longer in his mind. “Babe, let’s focus talk about anything else!”

“Oh yeah, so what are we doing tonight?” It was almost completely dark outside, and most places were closed. “I was thinking we could have a chill night. Watch some television and then go to bed,” could have been a lame suggestion, but being with the man you loved was easily enough to satisfy you.

When you were walking up his doorsteps hand in hand he waved off the camera crew to go away for the day. The night started with flipping through television channels for a couple minutes, but whatever you settled on wasn’t that riveting because you and Julian kept talking about random things. “So who came up with the idea today? Especially those outfits,” he questioned. Julian had you laid back with your head resting on his lap while he played with your hair. “All me Jules, did you like it?” You sat up a bit to get a better look at his expression. He was impressed with how you came up with it on the fly, but “Truthfully, as hot as it was, I don’t like the idea of other guys just getting to see that.” You weren’t going to brush off his feelings so you got up to sit beside him and keep watching him. He kept going with his thoughts, “I always want you to be safe, you know that. You’re like my angel though, so it feels like I should always be guarding you somehow. Right now, getting you all to myself is the best actually. I guess it’s silly.” Julian grabbed his glass and took a swig, not expecting much of a response from you.

“I have to do it tomorrow too. The sign and fliers included it so the girls wanted to make some extra money…” he was already nodding his head in defeat. “But, I think I know how to make it up to you,” you recovered the circumstances for your man. You had planned on getting some action that night, but now wanted to take it a step further. “This might make some people in Sunnyvale upset. I don't care though. I want you to make me scream Jules. Please, make me scream for you. Then everyone’s gonna know exactly who’s gonna be after ‘em if they give me the wrong look. Right Babe?” Now your legs were wrapping around Julian’s hips, your arms snuck their way around his neck and your face was dangerously close to his. “Anything you want Y/N,” he obliged with a dazed tone and his eyes locked on yours.

1 AM

Ricky was in his car when he first heard the rumbling from Julian’s place. The weather was warm enough and your bodies were sweating so you had cracked open the window, making the audible moaning louder to those around. “Fucking hell! Shut the fuck up you two! If you don’t quit it I’m gonna- I’m gonna, fine I’m not sure, but you gotta stop!” Ricky was demanding from outside Julian’s trailer. It was a taste of his own medicine but he wanted none of it.

Ricky’s Confessional: Y/N and Julian are like teenagers when they get together. I have no idea where it comes from but they’re just on each other 24/7. Like you would think they’d get tired, but no. There are breaks, and I’ll think it is finally over... but they’re still going.

Ricky was going back to his car telling the camera crew, “I think I can finally sleep now. No more ‘fuck faster’s for me to endure. I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow-“ he was sorely mistaken. “Juliannnn, it’s your turn to be on top I think big guy!” You called out. Ricky was pissed. He was hitting the ground with his hockey stick, raging. “Goddammit! What does it take for a man to have peace around here!”

11 AM

Bubble’s Confessional: Oh, I had no idea until you guys just told me about the noises last night. See, after Lucy and Ricky being so loud I make sure to keep some ear plugs next to my bed. I just block out the greasy stuff.

Julian’s Confessional: Last night was awesome. Can’t tell you what we did, but Y/N’s probably moving in soon.

Ricky’s Confessional: SHE’S MOVING IN?! No no no no, that can’t happen. I need sleep! They didn’t stop until Like 3 AM. Guys, I think I’m gonna have to start parking the car somewhere else if this keeps up.

Author’s Note: Man I don’t even know why this one got so long. I don’t mind it though. Hopefully you enjoyed!❤️

[kayentokk]

Easy Peasy Sukuna Squeezey(Part 3);What Could Go Wrong

Pairing;Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Summary;What could go wrong during your weekend with Sukuna? Not much except one thing, or one person.

Contains;fluff, lots of fun, ex, sukuna gushing, childhood memories, some cussing

Wc;2,010

A/N;I am literally so sorry, tbh I forgot I made this a series 😅 and then I checked my comments and I was like oh. So my bad guys I will try to update this regularly and get my schedule back together. Also just comment on any of the posts for this series that you want to be tagged to get on the tag list. 

Tag list 🏷️; @charlie-xo

Prev. Series M.list

The week felt like it took forever to be over, exams, loads of homework, part-time job, all that hectic stuff. But this weekend you get to-well you’re not really sure exactly what Sukuna has in store for you but whatever it is you’re excited for it. 

You had texted your roommate the day you were over Sukunas apartment that you’d be staying there at least until the weekend was over. You often stayed at Sukunas for long periods of time when you needed a break or just wanted to hang with your best friend. He never really minded you were pretty good company, in your own words, and he was used to spending long periods of time with you. During school, after school, in the summer, whenever your moms wanted to have a girls night, just whenever. 

Anyways your roommate was obviously cool with it, she had mentioned she wanted to have “company” over anyways so it all worked out. You took Sukuna’s advice and blocked your ex, you were probably going to do that anyways since the relationship was definitely over, so you have no idea if he’s texted or called. Not that you care though, he’s an ass and he should have enough shame, decency, and brains not to call and understand it’s over. 

To be honest you’re at the acceptance stage of grief, it is what it is he wasn’t the one for you, but it still sucks. Sukuna has actually been really helpful, he’s been, for lack of a better word, a great distraction. He won’t tell you what he has planned for tonight though, all he said was to be ready in pajamas. Maybe a movie night? 

You guys used to do those every Friday, but then college got too hectic with it being senior year and all. Sukuna said his classes are pretty easy, although you aren’t too surprised on that one he’s always been exceptionally intelligent, he claims it’s because he just decided to major in business since he’s not exactly sure what he wants to do.

He didn’t want to be a chef, even though he’s exceptionally talented in cooking too, but he’s a waiter at a restaurant for his part time job. When he first got that job you visited to see the restaurant, and him, it was a nice little quiet diner. He was annoyed and disgusted about it on the outside but you could tell he was embarrassed about you visiting, mostly because one time there was a couple that sat in the booth behind you and made comments about, “young love.” And every time you would sit in that same booth just to annoy him because you knew he thought about it each time, it was honestly hilarious. You and him? Being a couple? What a joke.

Sukuna texted he was on his way back, he had a lecture that was in the evening that day and he left a little early to start you guys’ weekend plans. Apparently you hadn’t been paying much attention to any calls or messages because you had about 10 missed calls from your friend and a dozen text messages. You immediately called back.

“Hello? Girl! Why have you not picked up, I’ve been calling you for forever.”

“I’m sorry! I was just laying here, and I had on dnd from when I was in classes earlier. I guess I never turned it off,” you replied in an anxious tone.

Mai just sighed before continuing, “anyways your boyfriend-“

“Ex,” you cut her off before she could even begin.

“Your ex-boyfriend,” she corrected herself with irritation, “has been showing up like every other hour asking about you, and I wasn’t paying much attention before but I’m pretty sure his car was outside yesterday for a while. He’s probably waiting on you, has he texted?”

“I don’t know if he’s texted I blocked him. That’s probably why he’s showing up, he thinks I’m home. Just ignore him, and if he continues to knock call the police or something.”

“Why can’t he just leave you alone? It’s clearly over, there’s nothing there anymore.”

“I know, I’m so sorry by the way.”

“You’re fine, enjoy your weekend babes! I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Mhm my company should be over soon, talk to you later, be safe.”

“Kk you too, bye Mai,” and with a small beep, the call ended. 

He was coming by every hour? How insane. You hoped he wouldn’t give Mai much trouble, but then again she could handle herself. What if he knew you were at Sukuna’s? Well he didn’t know the address….he’s dropped you off before though. Maybe he doesn’t remember it? Oh no what if he shows up?! And then your whole weekend of distraction will be ruined, and all of Sukuna’s hard work will be-

“-n? Y/n! Hey, Earth to y/n again. Seems like I’m having to do that a lot this week huh?” Sukuna jokes. 

“Hm, oh yeah sorry-“ you say lost in your thoughts.

“Uhh you sure? Why’re you all spaced out?”

“It’s nothing-“

“We both know it’s not nothing you might as well tell me, you’re not very good at your poker face I’ll have to teach you sometime,” he says playfully.

“It’s just- he showed up at my apartment. He was looking for me-“

“But you’re not there so what’s the problem?”

“Mai is there, which I’m sure she’s fine he’s not crazy he’s just a whore, but what if he shows up here?” 

“Wow never thought I’d hear you slut shame someone, that’s a new low y/n,” he smiles and then continues, “but you don’t have to worry about him showing up here. That is if he knows what’s good for him.”

Oh yeah one small thing, the time your ex dropped you off him and Sukuna did not get along. It was the briefest moment, it felt like when your dad dropped you back off at your moms’ after spending a weekend with him, but it was tense. You could tell, Sukuna’s sharp maroon gaze stayed on him even after you had stepped inside. So, safe to say he’d have to be pretty ballsy to show up here.  

“Put on some boots or something we’re going out,” Sukuna says gruffly.

“Going out where? I’m in pajamas-“

“I know, good. I told you to be, glad to know you listen.”

You scoffed, “no way I’m going in public like this-,” you gestured with your hands waving in an up and down movement to your unprofessional getup. 

“Relax. You won’t be the only one, I’m about to change too.”

“Oh because two of us looking like we just rolled out of bed is better than one,” you said sarcastically.

“Exactly, I knew you’d get it I had to admit I was getting a little worried there,” he teased.

“Oh shut up dimwit,” you said smiling.

There it was again, stunning.

Sukuna went to quickly throw on some sweats and an old faded t-shirt, probably sporting some random band. He grabbed his keys, and you were out the door. 

You loved night time drives, everything just hit different. The music vibed better, especially when Sukuna let you have the aux, the car ride is just more fun at night. When you arrived at the destination Sukuna parked the car and reached to turn the knob on the volume down.

“Look where we are,” he said turning to stare at you.

You immediately turned to look out the window, and even though it took you a second you realized-

With a big shriek and gasp you turned back to Sukuna, “this is-!”

“The ‘best convenience store ever in our hometown’ I know you said it to me so much it’s engraved in my brain.”

Sparkles were in your eyes, along with some unshed tears. So many great memories were here. Every time you passed a test with an A your mom would bring you here to get your favorite snack, and since Sukuna always did well on tests you’d take him about once a month to continue the tradition. But then you guys’ campus was at least a 35 minute commute from here, and when it was busy during the day maybe 45, so you stopped coming. There just wasn’t enough time and you guys got really busy. But not many people were on the road at night, and with Sukuna’s driving you guys probably made it there in 20-25 minutes tops. 

You were so happy you could scream. It was apparent in your face, the brightest smile. You jumped out of the car and immediately ran into the store, Sukuna not far too behind you. 

You had already grabbed one of the small dark green dingy looking baskets, ah the same as always, from the entrance and were halfway down your favorite aisle by the time he got inside. 

He greeted the kind old lady at the register who had witnessed your excitement just moments ago, screeching with joy, which scared her when you rushed in. 

He quickly found the aisle you were in and watched you decide which snacks you wanted, carefully picking the items and placing them in the basket. 

You rushed from one place to another, grabbing drinks, chips, snacks, anything you wanted because who knows when you’ll visit here again. Then you just stopped, and Sukuna watching your madness didn’t think you were ever going to. Then your eyes started to well up with worry.

“What’s wrong?”

“I- I left my wallet back at your apartment, I can’t buy any of this-“

“What? I’m obviously buying, dimwit,” he scoffed repeating your words from earlier.

“Really?” You asked, the excitement immediately perking back up inside you. 

He didn’t even get to answer before you continued happily on your shopping spree, how could he say no anyways? By the time you were done you couldn’t even pick up your basket. You quickly looked to Sukuna for help, and he rolled his eyes taking the basket with his left arm. You began to giggle watching him walk to the register. You couldn’t help it, the sight of him carrying a basket like a soccer mom was just too funny. 

A stuffed full basket being carried by his well built arm, the vein bulging from the somewhat strenuous task being carried out. His hand flexing and unflexing to stretch after putting the basket down, making the veins even more visible as they pop out due to his contractions-

“Y/n? You coming? Don’t you wanna get home to eat all this stuff?” 

You quickly snapped out of your haze, and ran up to the register where Sukuna had already taken his wallet out to pay, making a comment about how you were most definitely going to eat it in his car. You left a happy customer that day.

Before you left you made Sukuna stop in front of the shop so that you could snap a quick photo of the two of you together, you wanted to send it to your moms. 

You smiled the whole car ride home, and when you got in the house. 

“Thank you,” you said sincerely with a huge grin on your face.

“Yeah, yeah I know I’m the best,” he replied with a smirk.

“Can you cook the ramen please?”

“Who else was gonna-“

And then the shrill ring of the doorbell rang. 

“Are you expecting someone?”

“No, no one comes over here. Maybe it’s just a package.”

“At 10pm?”

“I don’t know, maybe some drunk has the wrong door.”

Then it rang again.

“Okay maybe not…”

“Sukuna just go get the door I’ll start prepping-“

Before you could finish your sentence though, he already opened the door ready to tell off the drunk.

“Oh. It’s you.” 

You didn’t like Sukuna’s tone, and being the nosey person you are sometimes, you rushed to the door. You immediately understood his tone. 

“Oh, of course it’s you.”

Next

@/cafekitsune for the divider

[bramblepatchbriars]

Been a while since I had anything worth posting about, but today's a good one. I've been padded for work as often as possible lately, not just because I enjoy it, but also out of convenience. I work security, and I can't leave my post without someone coming to relieve me. Most days, that's fine. Some days, though, the schedule gets thrown off just enough to leave me desperate, especially depending what they serve for breakfast. Without a gallbladder, fatty/oily food goes right thru me.

I realized I was getting uncomfortable this morning around 10, but I figured I could hold it awhile longer, make my dry padding last till lunch at least, cuz usually I get a break around 1030. But today, 1030 rolled around and I still hadn't been offered a break. I was starting to feel bloated by then and was farting a lot, but I waited 15 more minutes till I was sure they weren't showing up before I finally gave in. I pissed myself heavily, from my morning tea and the hot chocolate at breakfast, thankfully I didn't leak. As I stood there, waiting for the liquid to be absorbed and it to be safe to move again, I realized I was still bloated...

At that point I took a risk. I started pushing. I couldn't tell how bad I needed to go, or what it was going to be like. I felt like it shouldn't be much, since I couldn't mess myself more than a couple wimpy rabbit turds last night with my suppository when I tried. But when I pushed the mess out into my diaper, it just kept coming. It was mushy and hot and I could feel it sticking to my ass even as it got bigger.

I stood there afterwards, waiting to smell it, but thankfully the diaper and my many layers of clothes kept it mostly contained, I only occasionally got a whiff when I moved. I wasn't sure if I could sit back down without compromising that. Thankfully, before I got tired enough of standing to have to make that choice, patrol came by to offer me a break.

I gratefully accepted, and made my way to the bathroom. Rather than use the closest men's room, I headed straight for the any gender restroom upstairs, because I didn't want to have to get cleaned up in a stall with dry TP. It was the right call, too. I knew it as soon as I took my diaper off. The muck clung to my ass as I squatted over the dirty diaper with a wet paper towel. I thought to myself, "This is why you don't mess yourself at work anymore" while I spent 10 full minutes wiping myself down. There's an awful lot more of my ass to wipe than an infant, I'll tell you what!! Despite that, tho, I was excited. I made a huge mess in my diaper, and I loved it. If it hadn't been such a risk I would've loved to stay in that messy diaper. Someday I hope I'll have that kind of perfect mess at home when I can get my vibrator out and enjoy it the way I want to.

[bc-writes]

Touch Me Through The Screen

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2209 Warnings: Modern Setting, Smut, Camboy!Aegon, Phone sex, Mutual Maturation, a whisper of crossdressing, only mildly gross Aegon. Notes: This is my first writing in 5 years, but this show actually put worms in my brain so I have to have an outlet.

Part 2 Ao3 Link

His streams always started the same way, casually talking to his viewers, his mostly clothed body relaxed and on display. With the camera angled just so, cutting the view of his face off just above his mouth. Once the regulars and tips started coming in, and they always did, that was when the show really started. It was the same routine you had seen a million times, but you still couldn’t help the pang of disappointment you felt when the stream notification popped up on your phone and you were still stuck in a meeting. Normally you would be home and ready to pull up the stream, but work trips and time zones were nothing if not a bitch.

Your mind couldn’t help but wander, and the closer the clock ticked to 5:00 pm the less bad you felt about it. You could see him clearly in your mind, by now he would be in equal part teasing his stream and himself, letting his hand slowly roam his body and peeling off his shirt, revealing soft and practically porcelain skin that will undoubtedly be flushed the most delicious shades of pink and red in no time. Once the praise started pouring in it never took long for his pants to come off next, which was always one of the most exciting parts because what happens after is what would really set the tone for the stream. It was such a shame you had to rely on memory and didn’t get to see the reveal yourself. To see if his flushed hard cock would pop up against his stomach, or if you would get to see his thin hips contrasted in something lacey and deceptively sweet that was just barely holding his cock that was already leaking against the fabric.

Your mind quickly got completely caught up in imagining all the ways it could play out after that if he would be slow and teasing, or so needy he just couldn't wait. If he would use toys or just his hands. You could even hear all the sounds he would make in every position and combination ringing through your ears like he was in the room with you, to the point you almost didn't realize when the meeting had finally come to an end and so had your day.

A thankfully quick Uber later you found yourself rushing to your hotel room, opening up the app as you pulled open the door. Tossing off your shoes and making your way to the bed you were relieved to find the stream still on. The screen filled with the familiar setting, and you could already feel your skin heating up as you observed the scene. It was obvious that you had come in at the very end of the stream. He was flushed, reclined against the pillows on the bed, still catching his breath while his cum cooled on his belly, and his hand softly pulled on his cock riding out the last moments of his high. Just like his streams always started the same, they always ended the same, so when he sat up giving one last smirk to the camera you did your best to inscribe the image in your brain before the stream suddenly turned off.

You couldn't help the groan as you threw yourself back against the pillow, disappointed you had missed one of the few things you regularly looked forward to, especially after such a long day. It wasn’t long before you were pulled out of your commiserating by the soft buzzing of your phone next to you. Glancing at the familiar name you quickly accepted the call.

“If it wasn’t rude enough to leave me alone, I can’t believe you would even miss my stream.” Aegon petulantly whined before you even got a chance to say hello.

“Well, I could say the same thing about not even bothering to wait for me.” You responded rolling your eyes, his complaints were a little harder to take seriously when you just saw how much he had enjoyed his stream.

“All my other fans were able to make it.” You could see him clearly, sure that he was lying back in bed, a faux pout on his lips. “Maybe I should call one of them instead.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Make it up to me then.” He shot back.

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh before responding, “I take it you already have something in mind”

“Since you missed my show, I think it’s your turn to put one on for me.” He purred through the phone in his cocky little tone that never failed to make you equal parts annoyed and wet.

“You know I did see the last few minutes of your stream.” You grab one of your spare pillows, setting it up so you’ll be able to rest your phone facing you at the foot of the bed. “I don’t blame you for not noticing, I know your brain doesn’t work as well once you get even a little fucked out, but that's a fast turnaround even for you.” You quickly send over the Facetime request.

Your screen is almost instantly filled with a view of almost white blond hair, soft lilac eyes, and a light pink pout that you could almost fool yourself into thinking was real if it wasn’t for the words that would come out of it. “That hurts, you should know I’m never too tired when it comes to your pussy.”

“Ever the romantic, Aegon.” You settled yourself against the pillows, the camera just aimed at your face for now. “Not much of a show so far.” You hated how you could feel your face warm up as his eyes took in every detail of your face he could see. He might complain but it always felt like he was trying to commit you to memory every time he looked at you.

“Maybe I should just leave it to the professionals then.” You teased. “You just need a good teacher.” Aegon quickly shot back.

“Prop your phone up on the end of the bed.” You slowly set your phone up, trying not to let him see you had already prepped for it, his ego didn't need any more stroking. “Now move back and let me see you.”

Moving to the middle of the bed you sat on your knees, keenly aware of how Aegon was silently taking in your body as your pencil skirt rode up your thighs as you fidgeted in place.

Taking a page from his book you decided to move it along, slowly sliding off your shirt, revealing your bra as you slowly ran a hand over the top of your breasts. You also found yourself not for the first time in your life wishing phone audio could work just a little clearer as you could just make out the small “Fuck” Aegon let out over the call.

“Like this?” You asked, slightly shifting forward, spreading your knees even more while your skirt climbed even higher up your knees. Watching yourself on the screen to make sure he had a clear view.

“You’re doing perfect, baby. Can’t decide if I want to see your perfect tits or perfect pussy first.” Aegon groned, you could see his chest start to move more as his breathing picked up as you slid your hand closer and closer to the inside of your thigh. “Then why don’t you leave the hard choices to me and tell me what I missed out on.”

“I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the deal, this is supposed to be my own private show.” He complained, eyes bouncing from the hand playing with the hem on your skirt and the hand running across the top of your breasts. “You know I don’t actually remember agreeing to that. How about we make a deal that benefits both of us?” You offered.

“I’ll keep this little show going, as long as you keep telling me about yours.” Besides what people like to believe about him, Aegon wasn’t stupid. You could tell he was trying to work out if there was a catch, but you could see when his brain power officially went to his cock as he watched your hand make its way between your spread thighs, hips just barely moving as you drag a finger over your clothed core. “Fuck, okay, deal. What do you want to know?” Aegon eagerly panted out.

“What did you wear?” “Not much for long.”

“Aegon.” “I love it when you say my name like you hate me.” He grinned.

“Had on a nice little lacey number.” You could see him shift in bed. Trying not to moan as you picture him wrapped in lace, touching his cock through the lace, grinding up against his own hand. “The blue one that you like, wore it just for you but guess who didn’t even come to see?”

Rolling your eyes at his jab, you shift to slide your skirt down your hips, leaving you just in your underwear. “Thought about you, even when you’re not there you make me so hard.” he panted out. “All the attention from your fans is what gets you hard.” You responded.

“Yeah,” He laughed a little. “But, you’re what makes me throb.” You could feel yourself clench as he groaned, at least no one could ever accuse him of being shy.

“Bra or panties?” You rushed out, starting to get desperate for more stimulation. “I thought you’re making the decisions now?” Aegon pointed out.

“I’m being nice.” You said, much more breathly than intended.

“That’s new.” He laughed at his own joke, then quickly answered before you could take the option away. “I’m dying baby, let me see your tits.”

You easily unhooked your bra tossing it with the rest of your clothes. “Need you here with me, they look so lonely without me. Play with ‘em for me please.”

You started playing with your tits, wishing it felt as good as when it was his hands on you. You knew if he was here his mouth would be attached sucking and licking at every section of skin that he could, while his hand would grasp and caresses the other. He always said he didn't want them to feel like he had a favorite. Which would make you laugh, if the combination didn’t make it harder for you to even process the words.

You didn’t even notice when your eyes slipped closed, focusing on the feeling of your hands on your tits, your thighs rubbing together trying to provide some friction, and the needy little sounds Aegon was making in his bed much too far away. Until he spoke again, “Fuck baby just like that, show me how good you’re feeling.” Aegon called out breath coming heavier.

Sliding your hands down you slipped your underwear off, shifting back on the bed so Aegon could get a glimpse at your soaked core. You could hear him hiss as you let your finger roam to your cunt, finally giving some much-needed attention to your clit. Looking back you could see the purple of his eyes was almost completely eclipsed by his pupils. You couldn’t hold back a whine as you asked him to show you more.

Aegon didn’t hesitate to flip the camera. Showing you his hand tight around his hard cock, his head glistening already with pre cum. Feeling your cunt throb just looking at him you pushed a finger into your sopping cunt. You watch as his hand speeds up as you do. “Gods you’re so perfect. When you come home we’re not leaving the bed for at least a day.” Aegon practically whines, as more pre cum gushes from his tip.

“Put another finger in for me baby, I need to see you cum.” Aegon begs, you can feel his eye glued to your cunt. Both of you wishing it was his hands, not yours pushing you to your rapidly approaching peak. “Been thinking about it every time, I need to see the real thing. I can hear how wet you are, know you got to be close.” He rasps, as your hand pumps in and out of your cunt and plays with your clit. Until Aegon's whines and begging push you over the edge.

You manage to catch your breath and open your eyes just in time to watch him fall apart. Ribbons of cum shoot all the way up his still heaving chest, while pathetic little sounds fill the air. Until both of you lie in silence, both taking a few moments to recover.

“Fuck when are you coming home, Baby?” Aegon eventually asks as you retrieve your phone, his camera once again flipped to his face.

“Not soon enough.” You sigh, enjoying the softness of the bed, even if it feels somewhat lonely.

“Tell them you need to come home and take care of me.”

“I’m sure the ‘sorry my boyfriend is a whore and can’t be alone’ excuse will go over great with the boss.”

“Exactly,” Aegon says almost seriously before the conversation drifts to a comfortable silence.

“I’ll push the show back an hour tomorrow.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[laveens-pearl]

BUNNYMUNDxFEM!Human reader

A.k.a. -The Easter Adventure-

Summary: after falling asleep, reader randomly finds herself waking up in the realm of Easter and it’s grumpy Guardian who’s not at all excited to have a human strolling around three weeks before his favorite holiday

Find part 4 here->

Part three

The travel itself wasn’t as nerve wrecking as last time, and when you felt the air calm around you again, you immediately opened your eyes.

He’s not gonna have to tell you twice.

Your legs were still a bit wobbly as you let go of Bunny though, which left you surprisingly dizzy.

He let out a low chuckle as he watched you suffer.

-Easy there, now. Wait wait, where are you going?

-Didn’t you say we have work?-you mumbled, rolling your eyes as he came up to lend you a hand, and you were taken a bit aback by the small, harmless smile on the corner of his lips.

-Yeah. But we cannot get that done if you get yourself killed first-he murmured, setting you back straight with both hands as he leaned down a little.

-As the Guardian of Hope, I think you’ve got a pretty great chance of keeping me alive-you retorted, with a small smile.

You stayed there for a little, and you wondered whether he acted on orders, or secretly had some of Santa’s ale that made him act so.. acceptably.

It was definitely a nice change compared to his previous behavior.

-Better?-he asked after a few beats.

When you nodded, he stepped back, clapping his hands together-Fantastic, hurry up then! We’ve got eggs to paint!

Right. The real Bunny was definitely still in there.

____

The first day had gone by pretty fast. You spent it mostly on Bunny’s back, while he showed you different parts of the Warren, and explained their functions, going in detail about what you’ll have to do in them later.

Riding a bunny, especially if it’s a six foot, jacked specimen who happens to be an expert of tai chi, was decidedly not as fun as it first seemed.

He was way faster than a horse and much more jumpy (but you’d been afraid of those your entire life which didn’t really help matters).

He would hop on and off trees in mere seconds, dive into tunnels and come back up, sometimes without warning you, and you often ended up laying flat on the grass as you massaged your temples in order not to throw up. Luckily, after a while the both of you got used to it.

In the following days he introduced you to the Eggs ( the huge stone ones ). As you came to find out there were a lot of them, almost as much as tunnels which mainly served as passageways, but they were also Bunny’s favorite way of traveling.

He wasn’t really a chatterbox, and his mood didn’t change as days came and went either, but you still managed to learn a few things about him between here and there. How he was afraid of heights (and sleighs), that he preferred light over dark and that he had been a bunny all his life ( but of his exact age, or what he’d been doing before he became a Guardian he refused to discuss, no matter how many times you’ve tried to ask.)

He never officially called you his assistant, but he clearly dealt with you as one: as it turns out, your actual job was to coordinate eggs, then paint them on the last stop before they cascaded to the tunnels in order to be transferred to the surface later.

He wasn’t always by your side, disappearing from time to time to check other parts of the Warren which, to your surprise was much bigger than it seemed. Before you could notice his absence he’d always come back though, either to check on your work, or bring you some food which often consisted of some way of carrots.

The taste wasn’t bad though, and being on a vegetarian diet was the least of your worries in between all the work he showered you with. If anything, he definitely took the assistant part seriously at last.

Bunny lived in a small cave, decorated as a cottage, but he spent many of his nights just wandering into the dark, often sleeping under the bright sky, or curled up under a large bush (which was surprising knowing his size). Therefore, he didn’t have any problem offering it to you, and you gladly accepted.

The more the days passed, the more used you’d gotten to the work, the whole place itself, and slowly but unrelentingly even to him. Step by step, it seemed like he slowly grew comfortable in your presence too.

It was funny seeing how his instincts mixed with his personality. Sometimes, you’d find him rabidly running around, or scratching different parts of his fur, and at others he’d just walk like a human, examining the eggs with such a sharp eye any project managed could envy.

He was clearly amazed with your painting knowledge too. It took him about three days to start giving you compliments about it, but you’d always see it in his eyes anyway: the way they lit up every time he noticed a beautifully patched up egg.

As the days passed, he came back less and less to check on you, and more to just talk about anything.

It was weird at first: anybody who’s ever been intimidated by a rabbit doesn’t really forget the experience, therefore you did not trust him.

It became better after a while though, so much so that you’d seek out his company whenever you had a free moment to yourselves, (which wasn’t often), mostly during the evenings.

The two of you would walk along the blooming trees, and watch the sunset from a flat rock, chewing away on some snacks as you talked about all kinds of things.

During one of these nights, about a week after your first arrival, you were laying in the same way, as the plush grass caressed your cheek and the breeze of the summer wind warmed your heart.

Bunny had just been telling you the story of how Jack Frost became a Guardian, (,,wretched guy he still is a jackass, no matter how many years he’d spent here”), when a sudden idea came to your mind. -Bunny, can I ask you something?

He stopped for a moment, lying propped on his elbows as he furrowed his nose and turned towards you, green eyes gleaming of curiosity. -Mhmm.

-Does it ever get lonely around here?

You didn’t know if they felt these things. They were mostly eternal beings after all, and him in particular as the Guardian of Hope wouldn’t have to have such thoughts if he actually stuck to his job.

The more time you spent here though, the more you came to wonder whether loneliness is something that could be erased, even if it was in a place like The Warren.

His eyes widened a little as he listened to the question, then turned back, humming thoughtfully to himself.

-I don’t know t’be honest. I’ve never thought much about it.

-About what exactly?

-What it’s like to be lonely-he shrugged, glancing back towards you and a bittersweet grin appeared on his lips-a long, long time ago, after I first became a Guardian, it struck me a little. Being eternal makes you wonder whether you’ll ever have actual company again.

-And then? What happened?-you asked, becoming even more curious.

-Then I saw what it’s like to be believed in, and it changed everything-his voice turned more and more enthusiastic as he talked, and you watched how his eyes glinted in passion for the job he came to love as his center-Easter.. it means new life, new beginnings ya know. And wherever I go, I bring hope with me.

-I guess you’re right-you chuckled, quickly turning towards the sky so he wouldn’t notice you staring-don’t tell North, but Easter’s way over Christmas for me.

-Thanks Sweetpea…-you noticed his green eyes flicker to you, as he smiled to himself-Frankly, since ya got here, I think I should’ve appreciated the peace a lil more.

-Hey!-you scolded, kicking him in the side, but your voice held no actual grudge this time-if i’d known the Easter Bunny was such a grumpy-head, I wouldn’t have come in the first place.

He chuckled, in that deep voice that could be surprisingly warm if he wanted it to be.

-Fair enough, but you’ve gotta admit, you didn’t make things any easier either. Scared the heck out of me the first time you barged in here.

-Me?-you retorted, eyes widening from surprise-with what exactly?

-There’re about twenty reasons why I shouldn’t answer that question-he retorted, and the faint mysteriousness in his tone enlightened your curiosity.

-Really? Come on Bunny, with the amount of roasting you do, I don’t think you could surprise me by now.

He glanced towards you thoughtfully, and you noticed something flicker in his eyes, that for a moment, left you wondering whether you aren’t the only one with spiraling thoughts around here.

-Believe me Sweetpea-he muttered, turning away before you could actually decipher something from the expression-ya wouldn’t want to know.

A few beats passed, and you didn’t say anything. That was way off track, even for him, but you guessed you could get the truth out of him later.

-That’s funny-you mumbled after a while-and here I was, thinking the Great Bunnymund isn’t afraid of anything.

-He is, if the subject is an all too spirited teenage girl-he grinned, and you felt your cheeks get a little heated from the comment. Luckily, he didn’t notice as he was still lying flat on the ground, glancing at the stars.

-You wouldn’t judge if you actually met any other teenagers, you know-you mumbled, mimicking a frown of embarrassment.

-Who said I’m judging?-he shrugged, but the glint of mischief didn’t leave his eyes-if they’re anything like you, I’d be out of business the moment they appear on my doorstep.

There really isn’t anyone else in the world who could’ve put ,,you’re hopeless” in a more plainly roasting manner, and coming from the Guardian of Hope, it hit twice as hard in the gut.

You were growing used to his comments by now, but some of them still got to you, and you weren’t really able to make a difference between a joke and an actual offending intention. Then again, maybe he could surprise you after all.

When you didn’t answer, he straightened up a little, leaning closer as he glanced down towards you.

-Hey-he waited until you looked at him, then gave you a kind smile-ya know I’m kidding, right?

-It’s a lil hard to know between all your moodswings-you muttered, but tried your best to ease out the anxiousness in your voice, so that he wouldn’t notice.

-If it helps, you’re way better off than my last visitor.

-WHAT?-you turned towards him fully this time, your eyes widening in mere seconds-you mean to tell me you’ve had humans in here before?!

He winced a little from the volume, and you grinned apologetically.

-Sorry. Forgot you have extra sensitive ears.

Bunny didn’t say anything other than a meaningful glance, but luckily, he decided to grace you with an answer.

-Only one. And she was about two years old. Enough to mess up the whole process for me though.

You stared at him dumbfounded, and your curiosity grew even further: his voice clearly spoke of adoration despite his words, and it made you wonder about the actual circumstances he met the little girl in. This time you didn’t say anything.

He seemed a little lost in thought as he continued, smiling to himself.

-Ya remind me of her a little actually.

-Why, because we both disturbed your so called peace?-he rolled his eyes, but kept smiling in that weird way as he answered.

-Yeah. And because ya have that same sparkle in your eyes when you smile.

You didn’t know why you forgot to breathe for a second. Maybe, because you’d never heard him say a whole sentence without being snarky, or because you just never thought he’d notice things like that. And probably because he had beautiful eyes too.

It was a long moment. Then out of nowhere you remembered how you were actually talking to the Easter Bunny in a dream, and blush spreaded furiously through your cheeks. You cleared your throat, and he turned away.

-Right, so you think I’m not hopeless after all?-you chuckled, easing out the anxiousness as if he didn’t just render you speechless seconds ago. He hopped on his feet, juggling a little as he gave you another of his signature lopsided smiles.

-I told you lil one. You’re never gonna know what I think.

Then, without saying anything else, he disappeared into the night, leaving you all alone with your thoughts.

___

The next morning, you awoke to a set of noises you haven’t heard before. You generally loved to sleep in on mornings, and since the cave was surprisingly effective when it came to being soundproof, there were already a bunch of people standing in the main clearing when you arrived, feeling a little too sleepy for your liking.

When they noticed you appear, they stopped with the lively chatter a little, and the guy standing closest turned to you with a sly grin on his face.

-Aah so this is Bunny’s new assistant then!-from what you’ve heard from the Easter Guardian, he couldn’t be any other than the newest part of the group, the famous troublemaker and Guardian of fun, Jack Frost.

-Careful there, he’s still sensitive about the topic-you chuckled, holding out your hand for him to shake-i’m Lainey. It’s nice to finally meet you.

The white haired guy nodded, immediately accepting the offer and you were a little surprised from the coldness of his fingers, as his icy blue eyes zeroed in on you.

-Jack Frost. But I’m sure Bunny’s already taken care of the introduction.

-‘f course, what did ya expect?-the said Guardian grinned, crossing his hands in front of his chest.

As he spoke, your eyes fell to the girl standing next to the Winter Spirit. She had a colorful appearance along with feather light wings, and radiant eyes that shined in a warm shade of purple.

-Gosh, it’s so nice to finally see you Lainey! North has told us all about you, and I’m dying to see your teeth! I mean, I do see a lot of human teeth but they’re mostly from children, and human dentists’ work cannot be trusted, you know because of the mishaps and all.. -she exclaimed, flying closer, and you noticed about four small creatures that looked like the miniature version of her, all peeping excitedly-I can’t believe we actually have another human help us with a Holiday! It’s been so long since we’ve been out on the field and…

-Easy there, Tooth, ya might wanna give her some time to breathe-Bunny interrupted, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. First of all, how did she even know you were a frequent visitor of dentists?

Tooth immediately noticed your reaction, and she smiled apologetically. Her voice still ran like a cheetah on narcotics when she spoke though.

-I’m sorry, I’m scaring you all over now, aren’t I?

Despite all the positive energy she carried with herself, you felt a little dizzy merely trying to decipher her words, that didn’t prevent you from smiling back though.

-Don’t worry, you wouldn’t be able to make a worse first impression than he did-you retorted, sending a meaningful glance towards your host.

He just rolled his eyes, but the shadow of a smile never left the corner of his lips. -Yeah, but you haven’t seen her when she first got here either. Stomping on my eggs and all.

-I bet he must’ve scared the hell out of you-Jack grinned ruefully, ignoring his comment-imagine he was mad about a blizzard I created for three decades. This guy’s crazy about holding grudges.

-Yeah mate, cause it was Easter Sunday-Bunny retorted clearly unphased-being believed in makes you all floppy now, doesn’t it?

-No, being in love does-the Winter Guardian exclaimed, gently pulling Tooth towards him by the waist, and she smiled-it’s official. She’s my girl now.

Your eyes became wide at the announcement, and as you immediately noticed, so did Bunny’s. They did look undoubtedly like two people who were made for each other but then again.. a few days until now you didn’t even know they existed.

-I bet she appreciates being addressed like that-the Easter Guardian muttered under his breath, causing you to punch him in the side-hey!

-Shut up, they look really cute together-you retorted in a whisper, quickly evening out your voice-Congrats guys. I’m sure holidays will be even more fun from now on with you two cooperating throughout it!

Bunny rolled his eyes at your antics, but he didn’t say anything. That was weird, you thought. Since when is he known to let people tell him what to do?

Seemingly though, you weren’t the only one who noticed the change in his behavior: Tooth’s purple orbs flickered curiously between the two of you as she grinned proudly, placing a featherlight kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek.

-Thanks Lainey, it’s still new really. North went all over his head when he first found out. He ordered the elves to compose a whole song about it and all.

-Wait wait wait, you mean to tell me ya told North about this before us?-Bunny interrupted, huffing in clear annoyance as he glanced expectantly at the pair.

-Sorry mate, but you can’t blame us-Jack retorted, that all too happy smile accompanied by mischief in his eyes-you guys were so busy getting ready for Easter, we didn’t wanna interrupt. We came here only after North told us to check in on Lainey actually.

-He sends his most heartfelt greetings-Tooth added, sending you a kind smile, before her eyes travelled to Bunny-he also told us to remind you he’ll blast through all of the eggs if he hears even a strand of her hair is in any kind of trouble.

-‘Course he did..-Bunny mumbled, the usual amount of arrogance coming back to his voice-Honestly, do i look like someone who wants to cause trouble?

-I don’t know, do you?-Jack quirked a brow, momentarily glancing at you-does he Lainey?

-You can go and tell North he should worry about his own eggs, before I get there to crush something-the accused retorted before you could actually say anything, and your eyes widened as you registered his comment.

-Bunny!..-Not only the snarky tone in his voice, but simply the fact that.. gosh, how can someone even be this unbothered about threatening Santa Claus?

When he noticed your expression, he just shrugged, clearly unaware of the effect he’d created: -What?

Jack snickered.

-I warned him you’d come up with something like that.

-See? I don’t even know why we’re talking about this then-the Easter Guardian huffed, as he crossed his arms.

-Maybe, because Lainey here hasn’t known you for a few hundred years like we have? Anyway, we’re just making sure nobody gets hurt while you’re getting done with the whole egg-paint thing.

You were still a little too impaled to say most likely anything. Tooth smiled, but it seemed like she was trying to apologize to you, rather than to the offended image of Saint Nicholas himself.

-You should’ve seen them when they first met. War was all over everything- she mumbled, and the creases of worry darkened her features for a moment before she brightened up again-anyways. If all’s well then we’ll just go, won’t we Jack?

-Naah, you’ve gotta give me a tour around here first. It’s been about a hundred years since we last visited, I wanna see the eggs-her boyfriend retorted, finally stepping away to kindly shove their friend in his shoulders-come on, Bunny. I’m sure you got something I haven’t seen around here yet.

The Easted Guardian merely rolled his eyes, but let himself get dragged into the process.

-Fine, but don’t even dream of freezing any of these googies, or I’m gonna have ya repaint and transfer all of them.

-You should send that grumpy old ass of yours to vacation sometime-the shorter guy grinned, flying away before the other could catch him.

Their bickering echoed from a long distance even as their shapes disappeared between the green hills.

As you let out a breath of relief, Tooth landed next to you, sending you a warm smile and she stretched her arm out towards you.

-Would you like to fly with me?

Flying with the Toothfairy after a whole week of preparing Easter, meeting Santa Claus and then Jack Frost? You would’ve been a fool to refuse an offer like that.

[mosaickiwi]

Fall Unto Me (part four)

Part one, part two, part three

The end of Angel!Angel and Demon!Ren yayyyy I'm sooo excited to have the rest of my brain back!!! IT'S FINALLY OVER (mostly).

A very long and nonsensical string of writing thoughts and notes on it will be posted much later. Also if anyone wants to ask questions I can answer them in the infodump or on discord if you want a more immediate response... I hope you enjoy da finale 👉👈 sorry this is my baby i really love talking about it but it was impossible til now fjdslkjflks

cw// religious themes

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

That mundane, quiet night had taken a turn for the better. You could barely move a muscle after trying to settle your curious desires for your devilish companion, though they still remained. The books and red string were put back where they belonged before you found yourself cradled in strong arms and curled under silken sheets.

Ren had brought you to rest in bed, arms keeping you securely nestled at their side. His bare chest felt incredibly warm against your cheek. The sound of their heart beat steadily, and you moved your head to hear it better. Mesmerizing, and comforting. 

“I'm… tired? Fatigued?” you muttered aloud. It was so hard to stay awake, your eyes kept fluttering. You’d never been quite so drained before.

He gently held your chin to look at you, smiling all the while. “Why do you think? You’re an absolutely ravenous angel. Were it not for that fatigue, you’d surely still have me pinned on the floor with your head thrown back in—”

“Hey!” you interrupted him. The casual way they said it had you suddenly embarrassed. Being aware of your newfound… ‘ravenous’ side was something else entirely.

“It was a wonderful sight, my love, little angel,” he sang your praises with adoration, ending at a word. That word. The one you didn’t know.

An odd little pet name you were all the more curious about.

“What's that word you keep saying?” you asked and his eyes suddenly widened. “I love all the endearing things you call me, but that one—I can't place it.”

“...Oh, love,” he whispered, muffled as they leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’m so sorry. I won't use it anymore.”

“Huh? Is it something bad?” You weren't sure what he meant by that, but you knew well and good they'd never say something cruel to you, let alone call you by a cruel word. Nonsensical as the question was, no other reason came to mind.

“Not at all. It's my favorite word,” his voice was soft, almost heartbroken. “I didn't think you'd forget it so soon… I'll tell you when you're ready, I promise. For now, you only need to rest.”

A simple nod in response on your part. You accepted the answer so easily. There was nothing to worry about anymore. With how exhausted you were from the act, sleep was a natural decision. You could talk in the morning. Or any morning after, you no longer minded. Eventually you'd leave, so what was another few days or weeks?

You settled in and closed your eyes, lulled to sleep by their heartbeat in your ear.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Cold. You woke up cold. Jolted awake from your own nightmare of falling, drowning in the endless clouds that you once walked upon with ease, only to land in the depths of the freezing ocean below you. With a hushed gasp, you sat up in bed.

The devil was asleep right beside you. Pink hair stained with eerie grays from the moon’s glow through the open window, horns so dark they almost blended into the shadows, ghastly inked patterns that crawled from their shoulders down to their hands. 

One of his was laced tightly with yours. 

You trembled as you slowly pried his fingers away, crawled backwards on the bed until you felt nothing under you and almost fell like that cursed dream.

But the same hands you struggled to get away from caught you. You found instant comfort in his touch, despite the disgust that climbed up your back when you woke—where did it come from? Why were you even trying to get away? 

“I've got you, it's alright,” Ren murmured softly. He guided you to stand, wrapping a wrinkled shirt over your naked shoulders along with his arms. You held on as tight as you could. Your fingers were shaking. 

“I need to—I need to go, Ren. Now,” you gasped into his chest. Your entire body was unsteady, vision blurred from tears you weren't capable of shedding. Whatever you were saying didn't make sense in your head. You needed to go… somewhere. You could picture the place—it had sunkissed clouds as far as the eye could see—but did it have a name?

He read your mind, gently offered the word you couldn't think of, “Heaven?”

There. Home. You nodded. 

“You'll only get hurt.”

“I already know I'll have to repent before my god,” you muttered sheepishly and pulled away, clutching the shirt like a cloak. His knowledge was vast as ever, but what did a demon know of heaven’s affairs? 

“No, little angel. If you even make it that far,” they cursed the realms under their breath and followed as you left the room in a sudden hurry. “They'll take whatever is left of your halo and wings.”

You didn't waste any time throwing open the cabin’s door and walking out into the cool night air. Forced to pause at the sight in front of you, you stared; the breathtaking field of flowers was fully blooming. They were finally as high as Ren promised, the tallest with their golden petals proudly on display in the hallowed shape of a halo.

The beauty only helped his words to sink in. Whatever is left of your halo and wings? You turned around, fully expecting him to be right behind you.

You were face to face as you questioned him, a bite of anger held in. “What do you mean?”

Blue eyes that only seemed paler in the night, once full of hatred for heaven, pooled with long lost grief. “You've fallen from their grace,” he said quietly.

“That doesn't happen.” You denied it quickly. Such a thing had never happened in all the histories of heaven, you at least knew that without ever reading those records. If what he said was true, it’d be common knowledge. A warning that all angels would heed.

“It does, because I—”

A bell rang in the darkened night sky above. Ren froze with unknown fear for a split second and hurriedly reached towards you, shouting something. Another bell obscured their voice, then another and another until the number grew to so many your thoughts drowned in their thunder. Someone was calling you home.

Before you even realized it your wings sprouted forth and threw the unbuttoned shirt he'd given you to the wind, bringing a burning anguish so suddenly intense to bloom in the middle of your back that you fell to your knees. Ren immediately kneeled in front of you. The pain and desperation in his voice pulled at your very core, except you couldn't understand a thing. The bells were so loud. You cried out sharply. It may as well have been silence from what little else you could hear. 

A cracking noise managed to cut through the clamor of the bells above. Translucent shards of stained glass dropped from your head and piled themselves in the dirt at your knees. There was so little of it but you recognized the golden shade, illuminated by the fire licking at your shoulders.

The halo that you'd gained once the library's doors had beckoned you. The few pieces that remained of it, anyway.

Your heart stopped, then started anew. A feeling worse than the holy fire that was turning your beloved wings from feathered grace to ash. He was right; you'd fallen long before this night.

A thousand bells began to still, one by one. You could start to hear Ren again, though only a few words were clear.

“...At night… Forgive… Happen… …Never wanted this for you.”

The last feather fell away into nothing, and the burning in your back, along with the bells, died with it. All the heat you could feel was the demon only inches away, his desolate gaze fixed to you.

You blinked, tear stained cheeks now icy from the salted wind blowing across the ocean. Bits and pieces came back as memories.

The simple, towering clouds that decorated the heavens far as the eye could see. A sun that shined brightly, an everlasting sunrise that greeted you no matter the day. The library that once seemed like paradise you were destined to guard for the rest of time. All echoes of the being that was no longer you.

Something was missing. 

“My… that word,” you whispered. He'd told you it was his favorite word. One that you’d forgotten. “... It was mine?”

He smiled as best he could. It didn't reach his eyes. “You remember it.”

“A little.”

“Then... let me say it for you?” he asked and you nodded. They leaned close, the word slowly leaving their lips with reverence, sadness, unwavering love.

Nothing about it sparked as familiar on the surface. But the word once belonged to you, that empty part inside understood it. Fresh tears welled in the corners of your vision. “When did they take it from me?”

Ren gently wiped your cheek as the tears overflowed again. “I don't know.”

“How—it was mine,” you repeated with a sob. You felt the cold seeping through you and huddled into his embrace. Their body felt more warm and inviting than anything around you. There was nothing—no one else you could ever reach out to anymore.

“I’m sorry. We only have eternity together, my love,” he breathed, tucking your head below his chin with a strangled noise. “I'll say it each and every day so you'll never forget it. I don't want to lose your name, either.”

[cryingpariah]

Usopp: *sigh* Oh Dad, what would you say if you could see me now?

Franky: What’s that?

Usopp: It’s the only postcard my Father ever sent me and my mom. Check it out! 😃

*Usopp hands Franky the postcard*

Franky: Usopp…this is a picture of your dad mostly naked wearing a black speedo with the caption saying “Wish you were here Banchi” and pointing to his crotch.

Usopp: Yeah! He’s missed his wife and son and wished they were with him.

Franky: *flipping the picture over and around* There’s no mention of you in this “Postcard”?

Usopp: Well duh, He probably didn’t even know I was born yet.

Franky: Usopp…why is the speedo smudging on my hand?

Usopp: Oh because I drew it on there, too bad the plastic doesn’t keep the ink too well.

Franky: Usopp…how come there aren’t more of these letters?

Usopp: I don’t know, maybe Dad just couldn’t write? After all he is a very Infamous pirate and the mail is checked over a lot by government officials.

*Flashback*

Banchina: “I want to hold you tight and make you feel right”…Jerk *she tosses the photo in the fire*

Young Usopp: Hey Mom! What are you doing?

Banchina: Just tossing some kindling onto the fire *cough cough* you know how sick Mommy gets when she’s cold.

Young Usopp: I’ll go get some sticks!

He was different before. It was odd to think with how much animosity she carries for him now but Bachina could definitely say she did once love a man named Yassop.

They had grown up together, so close their house were right next to one another. They spent hours scrapping their knees on hills and playing catch and release with bugs. He had been her only friend in a human sea of people that looked down her family of poor fishermen. Yet there he’d come, again and again, shakily asking her father if she could come out once again.

The older they got, the more their feelings of friendship became something deceptively sweet: First Love. Bachina remembered fondly the nights they spent practically halfway out their respective windows talking through tin cans and giggling up a storm.

2 years of dating turned into probably the worst marriage proposal ever received in recorded history (shooting at dry grass to light up a heart and a ‘WILL YOU MARRY ME BACHI?’ whilst having a picnic on that same dry grass isn’t exactly any girl’s dream after all) but received and accepted it was.

Life was chaotic but blissfully until a gut feeling told her to check. She was pregnant! Bachina couldn’t be more excited! She had always dreamed of the pitter patter of small feet in their home! She couldn’t even think of a clever or romantic to tell her husband and burst out with it the second he walked through the door.

And she saw it. Fear and hesitation. Then as her pregnancy went on came the talks of destiny, travel and freedom. Wasn’t life more than one small island in the East Blue? Didn’t she want more than this little town? Live in the fast lane for a bit?

No, no she really didn’t. And if he felt that way, why marry her in the first place? Her love waxed and waned as the months passed on and his passive-aggression kept up. Anytime she tried to initiate a conversation about it he backed down and claimed he was just speaking out loud. She didn’t believe him.

One day though, he ran into the house smiling like he used to and for a single treacherous moment, Bachina's heart skipped a beat. Then he started speaking about a man with the reddest hair he’d ever seen and the opportunity of a lifetime. A chance to explore the seas, to be somebody! He begged for her to understand.

She understood perfectly. She (even at 6 months pregnant, not that he was keeping track) helped him pack his suitcases with everything he had ever bought or touched or breathed on. She didn’t need it or him. Her and her baby would be just fine. With a kiss on a cheek and a promise to write, he left that night.

2.5 months later, her baby arrived early and perfect. She wept as she stared into his own weeping eyes and held him close. She glanced at the empty seat next to her, where the father should be, and smiled sadly. Perhaps it was cruel to rob a child of a parent but she hadn’t made that choice.

Her choice would be her family, every single time.

[rosemarycovet]

i’m the girl next door - billy loomis x stu macher x reader

Billy walked into stu’s house and into his dining room that’s when he sees you sitting at the dining table eating ramen and drinking your third carpisun

while you listen to music on stu’s walkman

you looked up at billy then back down slurping your noodles not really acknowledging billy

‘who the fuck are you’ billy thought to himself

“stu,who’s that girl down stairs eating?”

“oh that’s (y/n/n)”

“who?”billy said bluntly like he supposed to know who you are

“she’s the girl next door” stu said with a grin

you and stu had met not that long ago probably a year ago

you had recently just started living next door to him

You didn’t go as the same school as him and billy though

you and stu bonded over horror movies,music,and having the same humor

you guys spent hours in either stu’s room,your room,on the porch,or on the roof talking never getting bored of each other you guys could spend forever listening to each other

stu’s favorite moments with you is when either one of you guys snuck into each other room at night falling asleep snuggling up each other as a horror movie or a record player played in the background

your favorite moments with stu is when stu would get your old red maroon bike out and ride around the neighborhood with either one of you being in the back you mostly liked when you were the one steering the bike and stu held onto your waist leaning his head on your shoulder as he whispered jokes in your ear

you guys never really asked each other out you guys just started dating he never asked if you wanted to be his Girlfriend it just felt like you already were

one time when you guys were at a record store an elderly lady asked if you guys were on a date you smiled and stu replied with

“yeah me and my lovely girlfriend are looking for new records” as he held your hand you gushed over the word ‘girlfriend’ because you guys never really brought it up and stu didn’t even mean it in a teasingly joking way he actually meant you were his girlfriend

Billy now kinda knew you and stu were a thing and he would get jealous frequently of both of you

he had came to visit stu to hang out

when billy had enter stu’s room he saw you laying your head on stu’s lap as you guys went over your flash cards

Billy envy you

billy didn’t know if he wanted to be you or stu or be with you guys

“oh hey billy boy” stu said playfully with a smirk on his face

stu quickly got up as you lifted your head off his lap going

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you rode your red maroon bike to the vhs store to rent new horror movies right when you walked in you went straight to the horror section that’s when you saw billy holding psycho and halloween in his hands as he continued eyeing the movies you came up to him and said hi he gave a quiet hi back at first it was a bit awkward that’s when you confronted him

“I know you like stu..and not in a friendly way”

billy quickly shot his eyes at you glaring at you he was about to deny you,lash out on you,calling you stupid and crazy until you reassured him it was okay and that stu also had feelings for him not just stu but also you

Billy was a bit taken back by your words he was surprised

You two had quickly bonded over horror movies you even made him let out a laugh at one of your jokes

as you guys rented your movies and left you asked billy if he wanted to come over to stu’s with you he accepted and rode you back with your bike on the back of his car

You guys stopped at the gas station picking up a whole bunch of snacks

on the car ride to stu. billy got to know more about you he really liked your personality and interest.your jokes also made him laugh you were funny but not in a ‘annoying’ stu way

maybe you weren’t that bad after all

stu was surprised to see billy with you when he opened his door but was glad and excited

all three of you guys talked about your feelings for each others as halloween played in the background .stu was very more then happy ,billy jealousy had left he was relieved and you’re heart was melting

stu was happy that billy gave you a chance and that you guys got along so well

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you and billy were spending the night at stu’s house binge watching horror movies as it was blue hour outside

you laid your head on billys lap and your legs on stu’s lap as he playfully pretended to bite your toes

you playfully hit stu on his head with your foot as all three of you played kiss,marry,kill with slasher

stu kept laughing at the slashers you kept choosing as billy kept rolling his eyes

you laughed at Billy’s reaction when suddenly one of your favorite songs started playing stu eyes lit up as you both got up and started dancing billy just watched as you begged for him to get up

eventually he got up and started dancing with you and stu as all three of you laughed