#(im working on the Lying. it's so hard. i was at dinner the other day and someone asked me for a bite of my food and i went sure!

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

sometimes i think about that one post about how you should have people who are absolutely delighted by your existence and like that's nice and all but what happens when they get bored of u

[clovermoters]

Snowfall

💌 lando norris x reader

💌 hot tub ski trip smut wc: 0.9k

💌 Warnings: smut (p in v), unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT!!!), swearing

💌 author note: hi this is my first ever fic so please be nice to me !! enjoy lovelies <3

The cold winter night surrounded your upper body as you’re sat in the hot tub at the cabin in the mountains you rented along with your boyfriend, Lando and a couple other friends. The formula one season starts soon and you all wanted to spend some time together before you and Lando are in a different part of the world every other week. 

You came out to the hot tub after dinner to wind down since you’ve been skiing all day and the jets work wonders on your muscles. You rest your head on the tub looking up at the ski and breathing in the cool air from the snow sat on the trees isolating the cabin. you shook out of your thoughts to the sound of the door latching and turn your head to see your boyfriend in nothing but his swim trunks and the dark green crocs you bought him for Christmas. 

“Hi my love!” he smiled as he shrugged his crocs off and placed his towel right next to yours on the lawn chair slightly covered in snow. “Did you leave our friends in there all alone?” you teased as he climbed into the hot tub and settled next to you. “Not entirely, Max and P were cleaning the kitchen from dinner so I'm sure they’ll find something to do.” he said while his hand moved to wrap around your shoulders. He kissed your cheek “I haven't seen you all day, how were the slopes?”

“They were okay, boring without you though.” Lando had meetings about the upcoming season so he couldn’t join you and your friends. “Third wheeling is hard.” you whine while lying your head to his shoulder. 

He laughed “well now we know how Max felt for 2 years” he pulled you into his lap “we weren’t very subtle babe” he mutters while his hands find your hips and eventually make their way to your ass. He starts kissing your neck and you can feel himself growing underneath you. 

“wow you really missed me huh?” you tease as your hands find themselves tangled in his curls. “you know it.” is all he says before your lips smash against his. 

In minutes your kiss becomes very heated and soon Lando is catching your moans in his mouth trying not to disturb your friends who’s window is looking out to the hot tub. Lando’s sure that they are doing the same thing as you two but the thought of his best friend catching him like this makes him want to throw up. The second your lips touch his neck his worry fizzles away out of existence and his focus shifts solely on you. 

A quiet whimper leaves his mouth as you find his sweet spot on his neck. “Fuck, baby. ” He mumbles, moving his hands from your waist to come in-between you. He gently moves your bathing suit bottoms to the side and slides a finger through your folds. He quickly glances at you with lust in his eyes, asking for permission, you nod “use your words, love” your head falls to his shoulder in anticipation. 

“Please Lan” you practically moan. Without hesitation he pushes two fingers into you and slowly pumps. moans fall from your mouth as he curls his fingers hitting the spot that makes you see stars. Fuck Lando loves the sounds you make when he’s inside you. His hard cock is begging to be let free from his trunks as he feels your contract around his fingers. He moves his thumb to rub your clit as your breathing gets heavier. “Lan Im so close” you whimper into his shoulder and begin to lightly kiss it, digging your nails into his biceps. 

“I know baby, I know” he speeds up his movements bringing you to your high and finishing on his fingers. You grab his face pulling him in for a kiss causing him to whimper in surprise, bucking his hips into your core to find release for himself. You tug on his swim trunks releasing his cock and start to stroke it. Lando throws his head back with a groan “I need you..” he moans and that’s all he needs to say for you to sink onto him. Both your jaws fall slack as you adjust to the size of him. “holy fuck” you mumble as you begin to rock your hips back and forth. 

Lando is kissing you like it's the last thing he’ll ever get to do “I'm close baby” he says into your lips causing you to increase the pace of your rocking. it's not long before you reach your second high and his cum fills you up, moans fall from both of your lips. Your head falls to his shoulder as you both catch your breath. Lando grabs your chin and makes you look at him “love you” he simply states and places a kiss on your forehead. “Love you too, can we go make hot chocolate?” you ask with an innocent giggle “Of course my love” he smiles, helping you out of the hot tub and wraps you in your towel before wrapping his own around his waist. You two quickly change into hoodies and sweatpants, you choosing to wear one of Lando's quadrant hoodies from his suitcase before heading to the kitchen to make your cups of hot chocolate and sit by the fireplace while you drift off to sleep in Lando’s arms while watching your favourite Christmas movie, Elf. 

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Be nice to me this is my first ever fic, idk if ill write more i probably will because i had fun writing this

[mika-mp3]

The treasure is all mine!

-Prologe- (Chapter one, chapter two) Genshin Impact x Creator!Reader

warnings: first post ever! almost swear word, the most classic start to a SAGAU fic ever (Im sorry I dont know hot to start else), no y/n used, gender neutral ,english isn't my first language so propably spelling errors, I don't know how Aranaras talk. (I professionally ignored that quest.), characters might turn yandere in the future

summary: After playing TCG your screen becomes strangely white. It starts glowing brighter and brighter and the light seems to suck you in? That can't go wrong... right? Suddenly you find yourself in a forest, not remembering anything but meeting a little creature that might be able to help you out

characters: you, your mom (no this is not a joke), aranara!oc: Aramasu

word count: 1.359

wattpad version here

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"THIS BI-" you yelled at the screen. The third time. The third time you lost at that damn card game, and the third time you got annoyed because of it. "How?? How can this be so hard? It's the same technique I always use when I play normally! It works against bosses; why not now in the Genius Invocation TCG? I was so close this time too!" With a frustrated sigh, you let your head fall back. On the screen was still the word "defeat," big and plastered onto a red background for extra drama. Seriously, who had this idea? It's just frustrating at this point. Not even the recommended teams online seemed to work. You even tried copying the other players' teams that defeated you, but you still lost anyway. Why were you doing this again? Oh right... rewards.

Another sigh escaped your mouth when you heard your mother's voice from the kitchen. "Darling! Come down, dinner is ready!" A small smile crept on your face. 'Darling,' a nickname your mom gave you whenever she was in a good mood. Seems like work was quite alright today.

"Coming!" you answered, the dinner smell already reaching you by the time you finally mustered up the courage to sit up. Looking at the screen one last time, you decided to stop playing Genshin Impact for today. You had already done your dailies and everything else you felt like doing. Seriously though, doing dailies started to feel like a chore. That's why you were more than happy to open chests and explore instead. Standing up, you turned the game off and watched the screen go black.

Or... did it?

You were just about to leave the room when it lit up once more, but not with the loading screen, just plain white. "What the..." A bright white light filled the room, instantly blinding you. With your hands lifted before your eyes, you managed to get closer. "What is this?!" you said, a bit of fear in your voice. This had never happened before! You didn't even know that your screen could be so blinding! Just when you were about to touch it, everything went dark. Dark and warm. That's all you felt. Looking around frantically, you tried to make sense of the situation. It was still bright outside, so it shouldn't have been so dark now! Maybe just the aftermath of the blinding light?

"Darling, are you okay?" You heard a voice in the distance, but it felt oddly far away, as if it went further and further away with every word spoken. "M-.. Mom?" you asked, but there was no answer. It was still very warm. So warm. Slowly, you felt yourself grow weaker and weaker. Soon your knees gave in, but you didn't fall while your eyes closed shut. Before you could say anything else, your consciousness had already left your body. . . . . So... comfy. It was so warm, like on a sunny summer day when you lie down on the grass and just enjoy the fresh air. Talking of which, whatever you lay on felt just as nice. The sounds of birds could be heard in the distance. After a couple of minutes, you opened your eyes and saw...

A vast expanse of vibrant green, stretching out before you. You're lying on a bed of soft moss, the texture cushioning your body like the most luxurious mattress. Above, a canopy of trees sways gently in the breeze, their leaves creating a symphony of whispers. Sunlight filters through the branches, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow that dance around you.

You sit up slowly, feeling the softness of the moss beneath your fingers. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the earthy aroma of the forest floor. You take a deep breath, the freshness of the air invigorating you. The sounds of chirping birds and the distant babble of a stream create a soothing background melody.

As you look around, the forest feels both alien and familiar. Massive trees with trunks wide enough to house entire rooms rise majestically around you. Their leaves are an array of colors, from the deepest greens to shimmering golds, reflecting the sunlight in a magical display. The forest floor is dotted with flowers of every hue, some glowing faintly, adding to the otherworldly atmosphere.

Confused, you try to remember how you got here. The last thing you recall is the blinding white light from your screen and your mother calling you for dinner. Your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of something soft nuzzling your hand. Looking down, you see a white rabbit, its fur pristine and its eyes large and expressive. It seems completely at ease, cuddling against your hand as if it belongs there.

With a gentle touch, you stroke the fur of the rabbit. It nuzzles into your hand, happy and content. A gentle smile spreads across your face. Have you ever felt so at peace before? It's hard to say when you don't remember anything from before. Not like it matters now. Nothing matters. There is no reason to question anything at all. Not why this wild rabbit is so calm and cuddly with you, not scared at all. Not why you don't feel certain things, like hunger or thirst. It's all so nice and warm and cozy.

Wait, there is something. Some feeling, not very familiar, but you still recognize it. Are you being watched?

Yes. No, no, it can't be that. Probably? Turning around, you scan your surroundings. All the bushes, the trees, and their leaf crowns, then you see it.

It isn't threatening, more weirdly familiar than anything. The small creature is floating above the ground with a little cute 'hat'? One word pops into your head as the creature comes closer: 'Aranara.' But how do you know that? It feels natural, like knowing the name of a dog or cat. Aramasu. This little Aranara's name is Aramasu.

"You're not a Nara," says the curious creature.

You answer, "No, I am no Nara. That's what I believe, at least."

With a soft smile, you reach out, cupping the little Aranara's face. It looks up, surprised, almost speechless. The warmth soothing through its body by the mere touch of you.

"What might you be doing here, little Aramasu?"

The rabbit, still cuddled up in your other hand, seems very happy with the encounter. The Aranara isn't surprised that you know its name; it feels truly natural.

Aramasu's eyes widen slightly, then it relaxes into your touch. "I was just wandering, like I always do. But today felt different. The forest whispered to me of a new presence, something... special."

You look around; the forest seems to glow with a subtle, otherworldly light, as if acknowledging Aramasu's words. The trees sway gently, and the air is filled with a soft, harmonious hum. It feels as though the entire forest is alive and aware of your presence, welcoming you in a way that goes beyond mere coincidence.

"Special?" you ask, intrigued. "How so?"

Aramasu tilts its head, studying you with a curious expression. "You have a light within you, one that resonates with the heart of the forest. It's warm and soothing, like the embrace of the earth itself. It's rare to see such light in anyone other than the forest spirits."

The rabbit nudges your hand, drawing your attention back to its soft fur. You feel a sense of contentment and belonging, unlike anything you've ever experienced—or at least, anything you can remember. The forest, the creatures, even the very air around you, all seem to sing in harmony with your presence.

"Perhaps," Aramasu continues, "you are more than what you think you are. The forest recognizes you, and so do I."

As you ponder Aramasu's words, a sense of purpose begins to stir within you. Though you may not remember your past, the present feels vivid and alive, as if this is where you were always meant to be. The forest, with all its mysteries and wonders, seems to be waiting for you to discover your true self.

-to be continued-

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Thank you so much for reading! Fell free to give me feedback and ideas how to continue this!

Mika

[nkogneatho]

𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄

: ̗̀➛synopsis: You were scared of falling in love but will you change your mind when you meet someone who actually shows you how you are filled with so much love?

#mlist #commission #taglist

—wc: 1.5k

—cw: gn!reader, fwb to lovers (ig), hurt/comfort, mild smut, cockwarming, receiving head, abandonment issues, past trauma, commitment issues, anxiety and crying, fluff, soft gojo, not proofread (its 2 am im sorry)

—a/n: so my mind decided to remind me of my trauma on a Wednesday night so I pulled this out of my ass. Tell me what you think if you read it :)) Reblogs much appreciated.

It fucked you up. Body fragile as a glass, mind clouded dark. The crippling fear emerged on the surface once again. That same old feeling. The feeling of abandoning someone before they abandon you.

You pitied yourself. What a pathetic person to get walked over by all those people. You despised every single decision you made. That included to kindle a relationship with this man.

Gojo Satoru. The strongest, they say. Hair whiter than snow, eyes glinting in light like the ocean waves turn diamond in sun.

He loved you. In fact, he loved you so much it scared you. The anxiety creeped up your back when he said those words to you.

"I love you."

He loves me. He said he loves me. But so did every other guy. He is lying. He'll leave.

Can you blame the traumatized mind to come to such conclusions?

Gojo did expect this reaction from you. He knew you were scared or love and commitment. Although the man felt the need to confess or he were to regret it for the rest of his life. Your knees met the floor with a loud thud, arms hanging like they were a soft toy.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Your voice cold.

"I do. I love you. And I know it's something you never wanted to hear given this relationship—fuck is this even a relationship?" His palm rubbed his forehead, feeling the rough sensation of his bangs

He was right to ask that question. Was this a relationship? You both started as just fuck buddies. You set a bunch of rules (which were tampered later anyway.)

Rule No. 1, no interference with other party's personal life.

Eh. He broke that when he started coming to your workplace with a bouquet of tulips every Monday. He knew Mondays were harsh. So you didn't complain because it did help to get through the rough day. Rule No. 1 successfully broken.

Rule No. 2, dates are okay sometimes but not a lot. Maybe twice a month.

Now, you were the one to alter this rule. Dates might be forbidden but not coming over to his place and treating it like your own home. His place was way more spacious given his generational wealth. It was easier to focus on work in such a silent and lone environment. The rule only got broken when you decided to move in. Well, you would save the time to call him over or you traveling here just to fuck.

By now, he had probably bullied his dick inside you in every single room. You still remembered his words.

"I want to fuck you in every square inch of this house, y/n."

And he did.

He fucked you on the big navy blue velvet layered couch, not giving a shit if your juices stained the expensive material. He'd just buy another one.

He spread your legs and ate you out on the dinner table on that one evening when the takeout took too long to arrive. Your fingerbeds grabbed his head so hard, it might've broken his skull as you orgasmed. He later thanked the delivery guy for being late to which the boy walked out with a confused look.

He made your wrap your legs tightly around him as you cockwarmed him on the kitchen counter. Brows furrowed, desperately wanting to grind. But your locked thighs around his slutty waist, not letting him do so.

Every square inch, he fucked you in. So Rule No.2 was off the table.

Rule No. 3, No catching of serious feelings or saying I love you.

Gojo didn't recently fall for you. He was caught in this way before you realized. Maybe he even doesn't remember it himself when he did.

"What do you mean? You just broke rule 3, Toru."

"Fuck those rules. I don't even know why we had them in the first place. Look at us y/n," he tried to reason. "We never follwed them so don't give me that crap." His voice was elevating to a higher octave. You hated it. You don't like yelling. It triggers the tinnitus in your ear.

Tears started rummaging down your dry cheeks. "Look at me. I know you're lying."

"Baby, I am not. I know it's hard to believe given your past but just trust me on this one." Yes he knew about your previous failed relationships and the effect it had on you. Which is why he took so long to confess. Each day, calculating the outcome. So at some point, he did know how you'd react. Maybe he'll lose you forever.

"Why?" You questioned him. You felt like you were a broken soul. Used and abused mentally. Taken advantage of the innocent mind and abandoned when you were to ask for the real love. You started hating the word love, ironically.

I love you. It sounds preposterous in your brain. What a fool would someone be to ever believe those words.

"Why? Look at yourself," he said.

"I do. Everyday. Which is why I asked the question. I am nothing but someone drowning. But I do not want to be saved. I don't want a savior, Toru! It makes me feel pathetic and weak." By now, you were wailing and screaming.

But he didn't interrupt. He let you scream your heart out. Maybe that was the last option he could choose to make you face your actual feelings.

"You done?" He asked. You were sniffing, catching your breath from all the yelling.

"Toru, all I see myself is as a broken soul. Why would you ever love...this" you pointed at yourself.

"You fool. Look in my eyes and tell me if I lie, but all i see in you is love. It's funny how you hate that feeling yet you're filled with it, y/n." His gaze softened. "You say you don't want a savior. Do you realize you don't need it in the first place. Because it's you who saves others."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember, Ginger was abandoned in the rain when we saw her the other day? No one cared about her but you did. You fed it canned cat food a took her to a shelter. You named her. You cared for her." He intertwined his hand in yours.

"Y/n. I used to wake up every single day in this apartment feeling absolute shit about what happened with Suguru and others. But when you started barging in on random days, that's when I started to feel a little better." You understood it. It is lonely to live alone with your own thoughts haunting you in this big pace.

"You made this house a home. You don't need a savior because you are one." he claimed.

"When did you—you started loving me?" You asked between hiccups.

"Sweetheart. I fall for your every single second. Everytime I wake up next to you. Everytime I see you smile. Whenever you skip on the same colored tiles on the footpath. I love all of you." That is when you realized how selfish you've been. Taking and taking his love but giving none back. He did so much for you. But you were about to leave him in a fear of something that might never happen.

"What if you leave just like all of them?" you asked.

"Give it one more chance. Who knows? Maybe I'll stick around for the rest of our lives." He wore a soft smile as he said those words, affirming you. You started crying again, but this time, it was due to happiness.

"If you never leave, I promise to love you more than myself."

"Oh, baby," he hugged you a tightly. "I love you so fucking much and I am so happy right now."

He pulled away and his lips crashed against yours. It's weird. You've kissed hundred times before but this one felt different. Maybe, because it was filled with love and acceptance.

You came to a realization. You don't know what the future holds. It is not the fear of abandonment that scares you. It's the feeling of you giving away all your love and them not giving any back. You always swam ocean for people who couldn't even meet you at the shore.

But Gojo never left your side. All this time, he was swimming right behind you, concealing you from all the harm. So if anyone's worth the risk, it's him.

Oh. Gojo Satoru. What a beautiful man you are.

[reidreaders]

Girl's Night Out

Poorly Kept Secrets: Part 3

Summary: Part 3 in which Penelope accidentally spills Spencer's secret (you) to JJ and Emily!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: kissing, use of y/n, established relationship, semi-secret relationship, not proof read, idk this is pretty much just straight fluff but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: I'M ALIVE BITCHESS I took some time off writing bc college is hard but im back!! I had so many requests for part 3 to this story so I hope y'all enjoy!!

Part 1 Part 2

Things had quieted down around the BAU in the weeks since Hotch, Penelope, and Derek found out about you and Spencer. The three of them had agreed to keep Spencer’s secret, seeing as how he wasn’t ready to share you quite yet, which was massively relieving to him. The team hadn’t been called out on many cases lately, meaning that Spencer had more free time than ever to spend with you. You and Spencer had only been dating for a couple of weeks, so you were still in the getting to know each other phase of your relationship, so it was tough that he was away fighting crime most of the time. All that to say, it was a nice change of pace for the both of you. You spent your nights taking turns cooking dinner and choosing which movie to watch, you spent your weekends introducing each other to your favorite hobbies (you had a new found love of chess), and lately, you had spent your mornings waking up next to each other. 

You and Spencer had yet another dinner and movie date planned for that night. When he arrived home from work, you were already in his kitchen getting dinner started. 

“Hey, Spence!” you shouted from the kitchen, as you heard the familiar footsteps enter the apartment.

Spencer rounded the corner into the kitchen with a confused look on his face, “Hey?” he questioned, “what’re you doing here so early?”

“I thought it might be nice to have dinner ready for you when you got home! Plus, I might have missed you a little bit.” you grinned as you moved to be closer to him, throwing your arms around his neck as he moved to put his hands on your waist. 

“Well that’s really sweet of you,” he blushed, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t missing you today too.” he leaned in and closed the gap between the two of you. The kiss was soft and tender, yet full of passion. 

Spencer pulled away with a puzzled look on his face, as if something had just occurred to him, “How did you get into my apartment without a key?” 

Your eyes widened, guilt evident on your face. You had hoped that the imminent promise of dinner coupled with the fact that you were so excited to see him would be enough to distract him from the fact that you were seemingly breaking and entering. “Um…” you delayed your response, trying to figure out what to tell him, “I may or may not have bribed your landlord to let me in…” you winced, hoping he wouldn’t be too mad.

“Well, I’m gonna have to have a word with her about that.” He chuckled, leaning in for another kiss. 

You moved back to the stove to finish up cooking dinner, while Spencer set the table. The two of you sat down to eat and began what had become your usual dinner table conversation. You asked about his day, which he welcomed the opportunity to ramble on about. You didn’t mind when he rambled. In fact, you enjoyed it, hooked on every word that came out of his mouth. He asked about your day, and to be honest, you rambled just as much, happy to have someone in your life who seemed to genuinely care about how your day went. Needless to say, you guys had gotten much more comfortable around each other than you were the first time you had been invited over. Of course, it didn’t help that the two of you had been busted by his boss in desperate need of a babysitter.  

After you had finished eating, Spencer did the dishes, while you picked out a movie to watch with him. When you had first started dating, it quickly became very evident that Spencer had never seen any of the blockbuster movies you loved, nor had you seen any of the foreign films he held so close to heart. So, movie night became a tradition, taking turns showing each other your favorites. In the spirit of fall, you had chosen ‘The Fantastic Mr. Fox’, a childhood favorite of yours. 

You had raided his closet before starting the movie, desperate for something comfy to wear. You had chosen a pair of soft, flannel pajama pants and CalTech sweatshirt that smelled just like him. When you returned to the living room, Spencer was already laying down on the couch. You snuggled into him, squished between him and the couch, with your head on his chest and an arm thrown around his stomach. One of his hands was lovingly rubbing your back, but made its way up to your hair as he got more engrossed in the movie. This was your sweet spot. Nothing could put you fast asleep quicker than someone playing with your hair. You began to doze off, and Spencer, exhausted from a long day of paperwork, wasn’t far behind you. 

What the two of you did not know was that Emily, JJ, and Penelope had just finished up at a wild girl’s night out. The bar they had chosen was located conveniently close to all of their houses, and coincidentally, right down the street from Spencer’s apartment. The ladies had just begun their walk home when tragedy struck; JJ had to pee. 

“Oh c’mon can’t you just hold it?” Emily asked, anxious to get home.

“Yeah, we’re so close to your house Jayje!” Penelope chimed in.

“Guys, no! I’m seriously about to have an emergency. Now, can we please just find someplace to pee?” JJ begged, clearly desperate.

That’s when Penelope had a light bulb moment. “Oh! Why don’t we just pop by Spencer’s place real quick? I’m sure he won’t mind!” She said, excited to have found the solution to JJ’s ever growing problem. 

“Sounds good to me!” Emily said, followed by a “Thank God!” from JJ. 

As Penelope led her friends to Spencer’s apartment, she had completely forgotten about the secret she had promised to keep. She wasn’t used to Spencer having girls in his apartment, after all. 

When they finally arrived at Spencer’s place, JJ frantically knocked on the door, but got no answer. The two of you were fast asleep on the couch inside, with the movie drowning out any noise from outside the apartment. 

After knocking for several minutes, and receiving no answer, Emily decided to take matters into her own hands. She pushed past JJ to the door and tried the handle, revealing that it was unlocked. JJ raced down the hall to the bathroom, not noticing what the other girls had. 

“Oh no.” Penelope whispered to herself.

“Who is that??” Emily said a little too loudly for Penelope’s liking.

“Shut up! You’re going to wake them up!” Penelope whisper-yelled.

JJ had finally reached the bathroom by this point, slamming the door shut behind her. Spencer jolted awake at the sound, which in turn stirred you awake, too. He looked around for the source of the sound, but instead found two of his coworkers staring at him with wide eyes. 

“What are you doing here?” Spencer said exasperated, as he jumped up from the couch.

“Spencer, I am so sorry. I totally forgot about Y/N and that she’s a secret and JJ really had to pee and we were right down the street so I brought them here and I’m really, really sorry.” Penelope spat out, practically at the speed of light. 

You sat on the couch, barely awake and trying to process what was going on. You sat up to get a better look at the intruders and realized that you had seen them before in photographs. 

“So, are you gonna introduce us to your dirty little secret, Reid?” Emily smirked.

“She’s not my dirty little secret. She’s my-she’s just-” Spencer was cut off. All of the sudden you were next to him, extending your hand to Emily.

“I’m Y/N. Spencer’s girlfriend.” You said it proudly, even if the two of you hadn’t entirely agreed on what you were to each other yet. 

This statement elicited what was quite possibly a world record blush from Spencer. He was so happy to hear you call yourself his girlfriend that he had to restrain himself from grabbing your face and kissing you. 

Emily and Penelope introduced themselves to you and the four of you made small talk while you waited for JJ. You were happy to get to meet some of the friends you had heard so much about, even if the circumstances were less than ideal. 

JJ finally made her way out of the bathroom and noticed you for the first time, “Woah, what did I miss?” she asked.

Spencer jumped into action mode, determined to spare himself from another awkward explanation of why he hadn’t told anyone about you yet, “Nothing!” he said quickly as he began to usher the girls out of the apartment. 

You giggled under your breath at him. It was so endearing how determined he was to keep your relationship away from the prying eyes of his profiling friends, to give the two of you the space to figure out your feelings for each other, to spare you from yet another strange and unexpected encounter with his coworkers. 

As Spencer walked them out, you couldn’t help but eavesdrop. You listened to the girls asking him all kinds of questions about you. It was incredible how much they managed to ask him between the living room and the doorway. Once Spencer had finally gotten them out of the apartment, you heard him speak. “Can we please just keep this between us. I really, really like this girl and I don’t want to put too much pressure on her by introducing her to you guys already.”  They all agreed to keep his secret, solely because he did seem to really like you. 

Spencer shut the door and made his way back to you, “I’m really sorry about that,” he chuckled, embarrassment evident on his face, “I seriously have to talk to the team about them showing up here like that.”

“No it’s okay,” you assured him, still swooning at what he had said to his friends, “It was kind of nice actually.” you smiled.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?” Spencer asked, genuinely curious about what you could have possibly enjoyed about that encounter.

“Well, I get to officially be your girlfriend now…” you said sweetly.

Spencer blushed again, thrilled that you were excited to put a label on your relationship, “Yeah,” He giggled, “I guess something good did come out of all that chaos, huh?” he said before leaning in to kiss you, your first kiss as an official couple.

hope y'all enjoyed! I had so much fun writing this one, so I think part 4 will be up sometime next week! ALSO my requests are open so send me something to write :)

MASTERLIST

[pear1escence]

Bedrotters

Keegan P. Russ x fem!Reader

Content Warnings: brief mention of weapons and killing.

A/N: Eh. Eughhhh.

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He was dead asleep as soon as his arms were wrapped around you. His head resting in the crook of your neck, taking in the scent of that sugary perfume he loved, deafening the soft snores that fell from his lips.

There’s a bitterness to his return, edging at the feeling of relief that had soothed your soul when his car had pulled into the driveway. A numb feeling of sadness, a trace of the worry that gnawed at you for every day that had passed since he was supposed to be back.

He’s okay. He’s safe, here, with you. It’s comforting, having his body pressed up to yours, a physical confirmation of the words you keep repeating in your head.

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Keegan’s still asleep by the time you’ve left the house, a quick run to the grocery store to grab your missing ingredients for tonight’s dinner. The man must’ve tired himself out to the bone, cause when you return and the house is still silent, no sound of his records playing some old song, no sound of metal scraping against metal while he worked on some repair in the kitchen, you find him sleeping in your bedroom.

His gear still in a pile on the floor, stained with dirt and blood. The digital clock on his nightstand tells you that you have more than enough time to get dinner ready. Enough time to have him in your arms for a little while longer.

The sound of one of your favourite CDs, a collection of slow, melancholic love ballads plays from your speakers on the dresser. The words sound from your lips, a lullaby sung softly for your lover.

You remain like that for a while, humming to the tune of whatever songs are playing. Your mind wanders on its own as you admire Keegan, looking so pretty even with his face still stained from his eyeblack. He’s lying comfortably in your heavy duvet with a soft expression on his face, a stark contrast to the hard image he splayed out for the rest of the world to see.

Your thoughts wander off on their own unmarked path, taking your watchfulness with them. Keegan stirs awake without you taking notice, pale blue eyes watching you as fingertips trace absentminded circles into his skin.

His voice brings you back to the main road, your eyes falling to him as he speaks. “Wish I could read your mind, know where your head goes when you zone out like that.” He sounds tired, voice scratchy from his slumber. His hand lifts to ruffle your hair, and just because you’ve missed him so much you let him, even though you’d otherwise flick his hand away in annoyance of him messing up your locks.

“Was just thinking about you.” You murmur, a genuine smile on your face as his hand moves to cup your cheek. He’s so gentle with you in these moments, when you’ve been yearning for each other for weeks and finally come back together. The roughness of which he handles his guns, the harsh grip he welds his knife with as it sinks into the flesh of an enemy soldier, is reformed so that he can touch you how he wishes. Smoothed down so that he can trace your skin and heal your scars instead of leaving you hurting from open wounds.

It’s difficult, leaving the rough environment of his work to come home to you, where he can be soft and gentle all he wants for a limited amount of time. It’s almost never sufficient, you want more, and you’re greedy for wanting more, but you know it batters him more than it does you.

Keegan’s body shifts upwards, his back slotting against the headboard as his arms hoist you up to hold your body to his. “Hey, stay with me.” He reinforces his words with a pinch to your side, causing you to yelp.

You glare at him, dramatically rolling your eyes at him before leaning into his chest and sticking your tongue out at him. “I am here. Haven’t gone anywhere, Keegs.” He scoffs, arms trapping you as they wrap around your body to pull you even closer, muscles tightening as if you would try to escape. “Y’know what I mean. Don’t like it when you slip away so easily.”

You could be falling asleep yourself nestled up to Keegan like this. A big hand slips underneath your shirt to squish the softness of your stomach, his head tipping forward to nibble at your shoulder. “S’long as you’re not getting stuck on stupid stuff, don’t put yourself in a bad mood, baby.” You hum in agreement. “Mm. Need to get dinner ready.”

He laughs silently, “Playing housewife?” He mutters against your skin, placing a loving kiss on your shoulder. You snort. “You need a shower. You stink.” You respond, feigning annoyance. You shriek as he turns your body to push your face close to him, “No, no! I’m not joking, I’m gonna need to change the bedsheets now, sweaty old man.” You giggle, glancing up at him and catching the sass of his eyeroll. “Mhm. Shut it.”

[luvsaluv]

random post!!

"Fuck, she's going to kill me." Miguel thinks, slowly entering through the window of his apartment. You two had arranged a romantic dinner at home, since well... lately you hardly have time to spend together. However, Miguel was late. Again. The kitchen table was already set, with candles and a bouquet of flowers.

The food perfectly placed in a bowl with a lid, probably his girlfriend knew he was going to be late. "Damn it...she had made my favorite food." Miguel thinks aloud.

“miguel?”

The masked boy stops in place and listens carefully. "Oh...crap..." He murmurs. He slowly takes his mask off, his face in a mix of relief, annoyance and shame. "Hi, honey..." Miguel's eyes go to the floor, not meeting your look. "It's...hard to explain..." He clears his throat. "I got caught up with...work." The excuse came out from Miguel's mouth in a single breath.

"You're lying. You've been late every day for a month...." The tone in your voice is serious and firm.

“whats the real reason.”

"I...I guess you deserve the truth." Miguel stops walking. He turns around and looks directly at you. "I...I have a double life." He takes a deep breath. "I'm...Spider-Man. And I've been trying to balance your relationship with my alter-ego, and well...I'm really sorry, but you suffer the consequences of it."

“is this where you dress up for… what is it called….. comics con!?”

"I..." Miguel's jaw drops and he stares at you in disbelief. He's obviously speechless. "Is this a joke? Tell me you're joking. Tell me I'm being trolled right now." Miguel's voice starts to get a bit louder. "You...You really don't know? Who Spider-Man is?"

“nuh uh…? if its a dangerous job then be safe..!”

Miguel is completely dumbfounded. How could you not know who Spider-Man is? "Well, you're right there. It is a dangerous job. But I'm doing it to keep you safe and other innocent people. That's what heroes do. We protect those who can't defend themselves." He smiles slightly, his heart warmed by the thought of you being safe.

“alright…. im hoping in the shower… if you wanna join..”

"A-Alright." Miguel blinks. He didn't expect that answer. He can't help but smile, his voice a little low from embarrassment. "I-I'll... I'll take a shower too..."

“miggy… why are you so nervous? we’ve taken showers together many times? Qué tiene de malo?”

"No...is not that. It's just... You're so...beautiful! And being here with you is...it feels like a dream." Miguel blushes, a nervous smile on his face. "You make me very...very nervous, honey..."

“we’ve been together for 5 years bebe… and i still make you nervous?”

"Of course you do! I love you so much! You have no idea how lucky I am to have you every day of my life." He smiles softly as he takes your hand, leading you to the bathroom. "I'm still amazed every day by how beautiful you are, how strong and smart you are...how lucky I am that we met each other."

[iheartcake123]

HIIII!!! I love your writing, It's a masterpiece to me. Anyways! Can I please have a Gwi-Nam x Reader. Where Gwi-Nam likes the reader and he does anything to get her attention before the spread. Then when the virus was lose in the school, the reader still denies the feelings she has for him but he won't let her go. Sorta thing. If you do this I will be very great full. Keep up the good work!!!!

hiii, here’s your request!! <33 again im so sorry it’s took so long😭 there’s a part where they’re in the principals office but for the sake of the fic, the principal isn’t in there💀this will also be split into 2 parts sskdkf and it’s going to be slow burn🤭

☁️feelings-yoon gwi-nam☁️

Part 1

Masterlist

you excitedly giggled with your friends as you all watched the latest kpop music video on your laptop.

“ah they’re all so cute” your friend commented sinking into her seat.

“we need to get tickets to their concert the next time they hold one!” you suggested nudging her arm.

“for sure. you know i think they’re-” you friend began but was cut off by a loud voice.

“aju nice! dadadadadadada. nice!” gwi-nam obnoxiously sang out loud while attempting to do one of the dance moves which caused other people in the classroom to laugh.

you rolled your eyes and shut your laptop in an instant. gwi-nam just always had to ruin everything for you. every single day he’d do anything to get your attention and it never worked.

you would never like him.

at least that’s what you told yourself.

“asshole” you muttered to yourself as you folded your arms and watched him continue to try and make you laugh.

when he finally stopped, you shook your head and turned to your friend again.

“sorry about that, please continue” you sent her a smile and she began to tell you what she was saying earlier.

“yeah i know the ceo personally” gwi-nam raised his voice again as he spoke to his friends while trying to see if you were impressed “he invited me to dinner and wants me to meet some celebrities, i was actually going to ask y/n to come with me to meet him”

you rolled your eyes again. you hated when he would mention you in his conversations like you were close to him. after sighing loudly, you pushed your chair out and stood up.

“let’s go to the cafeteria, it’s too loud in here” you commented loud enough for gwi-nam to hear.

you just wanted him to stop trying so hard.

as you made your way to the cafeteria with your friends, a voice called out your name.

“y/n!” it was loud and you knew who it was in an instant.

gwi-nam.

you didn’t even understand how he had managed to follow you so fast.

of course, you ignored him as you then began to speed walk to the cafeteria.

“hey! y/n, wait up!” he called out again but this time you felt his presence next to you.

“gwi-nam, i really don’t have time for you. i just want to get some lunch” you said not looking at him, determined to get to the cafeteria.

“i’ll join you then” he continued to walk beside you.

with a huff you stopped in your tracks and turned to face gwi-nam.

“i don’t like you so please just leave me alone!” you snapped before increasing your pace even more. you were practically running.

“not going to happen” he grinned cheekily while quickly catching up with you.

you rolled your eyes and gave up on trying to get him to stop following you. it was clear that he wouldn’t give up anytime soon.

as you got your tray of food, gwi-nam followed you on your tail. he copied every single thing you did. when you had a bite from your food, gwi-nam would do the same with his.

many people would say it’s cut that gwi-nam was so infatuated with you. however, this was constant and even though you thought gwi-nam was attractive, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t, that didn’t change the fact you didn’t want to peruse a relationship with him.

he was a bully and you hated that about him. you hated bullies and were not going to get involved with one.

“even the way you eat your food is pretty” gwi-nam commented as he stared at you putting a spoonful of rice in your mouth.

you had to admit his compliments were sweet. but again, he was a bully.

suddenly, you lifted your head up after hearing screams. students were piling in some covered in blood, clearly running away from something.

your heartbeat quickened and before you knew it gwi-nam had grabbed your arm. he was pulling you up to run away.

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you never thought you’d end up in a situation where you were stuck with gwi-nam. yet here you were.

both of you had managed to escape the cafeteria and made your way to try and find a safer place. now you were stuck in the principals office with him.

“we could maybe make it to the roof after they disperse out a little bit but we’d have to move fast” you told him after listening to the sounds of zombies through the door.

“are you crazy? that would put your life at risk. no way. i’ll find a safer way to get out of this place” he argued back “you need to get some sleep”

gwi-nam stepped forward and grabbed your arm to pull you towards the sofa.

with a sigh you reluctantly sat down.

you hadn’t realised it but you were exhausted.

who knew a zombie apocalypse could be so draining?

a yawn escaped your lips and gwi-nam stared as you forced yourself to stay awake. you didn’t feel safe especially since half dead people were on the other side of the door.

“it’s okay, you can sleep” gwi-nam sent you a soft smile and you shook your head.

“im fine” you desperately tried to hold back another yawn but you couldn’t help it.

a chuckle escaped his lips and he looked at you with a raised brow.

“get some sleep” he then moved so you could lay down on the sofa.

you wanted to protest but you were exhausted. you needed to rest.

[justmeinadaze]

We're A Family Part 10 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I had many feels with this one. From this point forward I may start aging everyone up a bit just because I have some ideas with Steddie being girl dads and then Dylan needing them for advice all growing boys need. Im also drooling to get to teacher Steve... We also may throw another kid in there. Idk. Definitely not 6 @sidthedollface2 !!!

Warnings: ANGST and SMUT with a dash of fluff. Reader interacts with her mother which is always fun (I may also be dealing with things personal in this regard that flowed into my writing...), Reader and boys fight! I know! Its a small one though. She mentions feelings from her previous marriage and feeling like she isn't enough. Um...I think that it.

Word count: 4085

“Dada…da…da…”

“I know, sweetheart. I miss them to.”

You and Aurora were sitting on the floor of your bedroom while Dylan laid a few feet away patting the floor. 

“Come on, Ro. You can do it.” She giggled at her brother as she tried to take a step forward before falling back on her butt.

This was the fourth day in a row that the guys hadn’t been home in time for dinner. Eddie had been working late at the shop while Steve had stayed behind at school to work on a project he had due. You missed them terribly but you would never bring it up. They were both working so hard to take care of you and the kids but you’d be lying if you said there weren’t a few times you had some flashbacks to your previous marriage. 

You reminded yourself constantly that this was different. Charlie had always been out on the town with his friends or fucking other women behind your back. Eddie and Steve were both at work. You weren’t allowed to be angry…right? It’s ok though. The guys said tomorrow everything would go back to normal…right?

The sound of your phone ringing startled you back to reality. 

“Hello?”

“Hey! Is my son there?”

“Lynette? No, he isn’t and if he was I wouldn’t let you talk to him.”

She aggressively sighs. “Just like Wayne. So fucking self-righteous. I need to know if he’s going to the hearing.”

“Oh, well, I can answer that. No. Now leave him alone.”

Dylan laughed as you hung up the phone. “You’re so spicy, mom.”

“Yeah, it comes with old age.” He laughs harder as you laugh with him. “You want to watch a movie, weirdo?”

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Steve sighed as he quietly opened the front door to a relatively dark house. Like you had been doing all week, the kitchen light remained on illuminating the entryway enough for him so he could see. 

“Hey, Munson.”

“Harrington. You’re just walking in to I see?”

He nodded as he reached for the fridge door, softly smiling at the food you left behind for them. 

“We don’t deserve her.” As he turns back around, he notices Eddie reading the note you left behind. Even though you could text them, you always left a note on the counter giving them a play by play of the evening. The metalhead hands it to Steve as he retrieves a beer and leans against the counter. 

“Eddie and Steve,

Dylan insisted on Chinese food so I ordered you both something and left it in the fridge. He had a good day and even told me about a new girl in his class :P. I think he likes her.

Ro still hasn’t got walking down. Our son keeps calling to her like she’s a dog and all she does is laugh lol She has definitely mastered crawling for sure. I saved the lives of one of your guitars, Ed!

She asks for you guys a lot. At night while we’re watching tv, she’ll point or look around and call out for ‘dada’. She misses you two…we all do…

Eddie, baby, your mom called my phone tonight looking for you asking about the hearing. I told her you didn’t want to go. I wanted to give you a heads up just in case she tries calling you to.

I love you both so much,

Y/N <3 “

“Steve, one of us should at least be here.”

“I know… I don’t know what to fucking do, Eddie. This is a big project for the semester and then I have to still go to work and make money. What about you?”

“I’m working to, man. I have more responsibility now and not just here. I…”, he exhales as he heads for the stairs. “I’m too fucking tired.”

Their hearts break when they enter the bedroom, finding all three of you asleep on the bed. Steve carefully picks up Aurora from your chest as Eddie pries Dylan from your hip, carrying them to their respective areas. 

Without even changing, they threw themselves into bed next to you, pulling you into their embrace as they fell asleep. 

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When you woke up, they were both already gone for work. The only reason you knew they even came home was because you could still smell their scent lingering in the sheets. 

For the rest of the Saturday, you busied yourself around the house to make the time go by faster. Eddie and Steve were supposed to come home by 6 but the anger didn’t start to rise until 7 when neither of them had come back yet. Stomping to your phone you noticed a few texts you had missed. Steve said that the group he was working with in his class had some free time so he was going to run to one of their houses to finish up their project and Eddie said he had to work late again but promised he’d be home by 8 at the latest. 

You fumed as you paced in the kitchen. They promised today everything would go back to normal. They told you things were going to go back to how they were so they could at least see the kids before they went to bed. Without thinking it through you grabbed your phone and texted them a response.

“Fuck you both.”

Thirty minutes later, both boys angrily barreled into the house, shocked to find not you but Kierra in the living room. 

“I don’t know what you two did but my sister is pissed.”

“Where is she?”

“She said she needed to let off some steam.”

“Kierra, come on, we know you know where she is.”

Your sister glared in their direction, rising to her feet with Aurora on her hip. 

“Dada. Dada.”, she clapped reaching for Steve.

“I’m taking them to my house to spend the night. Talk to her, gentlemen. Y/N can handle a lot but she won’t put up with another Charlie.” It was their turn to glare, hating being compared to your douchebag ex. “She’s at The Hideout. Bring your shield and swords. My sister isn’t exactly a happy drunk.”

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I’m not supposed to be angry. I’m not supposed to be angry. I’m not—” 

You chugged back the liquid in your glass as you lit another one of Eddie’s cigarettes. You imagined you looked pretty pathetic in a dark bar, smoking a cigarette in a shirt and jacket that were two sizes too big but you needed them close to you. Eddie’s jacket and one of Steve’s button up shirts were blanketed in their smells that had you hugging yourself as you tried to push back the tears that tried to run down your face. 

“Man trouble?” Your eyes shoot up to meet your moms as she sits diagonal from you at the bar, ordering a drink of her own as she lights up the cigarette in her mouth. “I swear me being here is a coincidence. It seems Mrs. Harrington and I don’t have a lot to talk about these days. Plus, she spends less time at that country club now that she’s at your house more.”

“Can I just drink alone, please?”, you whine. 

Your mother nods as she takes a sip of the martini that was handed to her. “How’s, um, how’s Dylan?”

“You would know if you bothered to come by or even call.” She looks down as you snap at her, immediately feeling guilty. “He’s doing ok. He plays baseball now and is dead set on teaching Aurora how to walk.”

“Is that the baby’s name?”

“My daughter, your granddaughter? Yes, it is.”

Your mother sighs as she turns to fully face you. “I don’t have a problem with her. I hope you know that. Janet showed me some pictures of her. She’s really beautiful.”

“No, you just have a problem with her mother being together with her fathers.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Y/N! She has ONE father. ONE parent. How are you going to explain that to her when she gets older. Hell, how are you going to explain it to her now?! I imagine for a toddler that will be extremely confusing. And have you even considered what school will be like for her?! You’re so selfish, Y/N.”

You chugged down the rest of the liquor in your glass as you began to subtly cry. You already felt selfish for being angry with the boys…this is the last thing you needed. 

“Y/N, let me call Eddie to pick you up!”

“I’m not driving, Nick!”, you shouted as you exited the bar.

As you began your trek into the parking lot, your mother’s voice floated from behind you. 

“Y/N, come on. Let me drive you home.”

“Don’t!”, you snap as you turn on her. “Don’t pretend like you fucking care about me now. Don’t patronize me and pretend like you give a fuck about me or my kids! You told Charlie all about my life and things he didn’t need to fucking know which kick started a brand-new custody filing which fucking back fired because even a court so far seems to think my home is better than his! He felt so cornered he took him from school without telling me and got arrested. Did you know that?”

“Did you know that no one makes fun of Dylan at school and most of his friends think it’s ‘cool’ he has three parents? Of course, my son doesn’t care about that. All he cares about is the fact that he finally has men in his life who are there and actually make him feel wanted!”

This was a long time coming. Everything you been holding in was finally spilling out of you and you couldn’t reel it back in. A hand suddenly touched your arm but you didn’t bother turning around. At that moment, it didn’t matter. 

“Y/N, baby, come on.”, Steve murmured before you yanked out of his grasp.

“Aurora may only be one but believe it or not she understands that these two are her father. Biologically, yes, one helped make her but it takes more than that to be a parent but you wouldn’t understand anything about that, would you? I haven’t seen you in almost 2 years and why?! Because I found two good people I love and love me back? Jesus, you’re right. I am fucking selfish! I’m not perfect!”

As you spoke, Eddie and Steve tried to pull you towards the car but you kept fighting to get out of their grasp. 

“Why am I not enough for you?”

Eddie finally stepped in front of you, blocking your mom from your view as he grabbed your biceps forcing you to look at him. 

“Stop! Stop... Get in the car, sweetheart.”

Steve opened the back door, guiding you in before facing your mom. “You know, for someone who cares about how people perceive her, you give off a really shitty image. Maybe it’s time to consider if you’re trying to impress the right people.”

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You barge into the house and head straight for the liquor cabinet in the kitchen.

“Fucking child proof...garbage…ugh!”, you whine as you aggressively pull on the child lock attached to the door.

“You don’t need anymore alcohol, Y/N.” Both men were leaning against opposite counters watching you. 

“I’m sorry, Steven, but you don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m an adult—”

“Whose acting like a child.”, Eddie cut you off.

“Said the man who acts like a kid 24/7.” You glare at them as you exhale. “Fuck this. I’m going to bed.” As you tried to head towards the stairs, they both cut you off. “Move.”

“Or what?”, Steve challenged. 

It had been awhile since you saw this version them; the angry version that didn’t mind playing into your attitude with a fury of their own. 

Turning on your heels, you planned to go around the counter through the living room but Eddie cut you off. 

“What was that text about? ‘Fuck you both.’”

“You BOTH promised me you would be home today?!”

“Sorry, honey. Shit came up. It’s not like we’re out on the town or having any fucking fun! Eddie and I are working our asses off!”

“So do I! I work an 8hr shift AND come home to take care of TWO kids alone!”

“We talked about this, Y/N. You knew when Steve started school and I took that promotion our schedules would be tight. You said you were fine with it.”

“Well maybe I’m not! And tight is completely different that not seeing you at all.”

“What do we do then, huh? You want me to quit my job so we can scrape by for the next year and a half? Maybe, Ed can go back to his old position that he hated. At least everyone would be fucking happy!”

You marched outside, slamming the backdoor as you lit a fresh cigarette. 

“Hey! Don’t walk away! We aren’t done.”

“I DON’T KNOW!”, you screamed. Your hands beginning to shake as the tears started to flow again. “I don’t know, Eddie. I-I know I’m not allowed to be angry and I know that you guys aren’t doing anything wrong or anything like that. But I hear Dylan talk and see Aurora search for you…then I go to bed alone and I just…I feel like I did when I was married to Charlie.”

“That’s…”, Steve aggressively sighs as he tries to control his temper. “That’s not fair, Y/N.”

“I know but, fuck. Maybe I am selfish.”

“If there’s one thing you’re not, sweetheart, it’s selfish. Don’t bring your mom’s ignorance into this because what she thinks about you and us doesn’t matter. What I do want to focus on is you’re the second person today to compare us to your ex and I don’t fucking like it.”

“Me either.”, Steve chimed in.

“Y/N, we know you went through a lot with him and still are but we aren’t him. How would you feel if we said something you did reminded us of Emily.” You cringed at the thought. “Exactly. We would never fucking hurt you the way Charlie did and we would never fucking give up on you either.” You made a funny face in his direction so Eddie continued. 

“Baby, he stopped fighting for you the moment he cheated on you. Fucking asshole was so petty he wouldn’t even let the mother of his child and son stay in their home.”

“If he hadn’t done that though, I never would have met you two.” You flashed them a slanted smile as you wiped your eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking when I sent that text earlier. You know me, I saw red and… I was just so excited you guys were going to be home.”

Your gaze shifted between theirs as something quickly passed through their eyes, something you hadn’t seen directed towards you since living across from them...

 “I’m going to go get ready for bed.” You grin again, tossing the cigarette into the ashtray before swishing past them into the house. 

A hand abruptly grabs your shoulder, spinning you around as lips crash to yours. The many rings on his fingers tells you its Eddie as he pushes you against the living room wall. There’s a neediness to both your energies as he hastily unbuttons your pants and slides his hand under the waistband of your panties, making you moan as he roughly inserts two of his fingers into your cunt. 

You cling to his neck as he sucks on yours, thrusting into you at an aggressive pace. 

“E-Eddie… slow…oh my god…slow down.”

Without a word, he does as you ask, choosing to curl his fingers deep inside of you. Your legs began to shake as you reached down to grip his wrist. You tried to pull at his hair to look at his face but his lips remained attached to your neck. Instead, you searched for Steve, finding him leaning beside you both, his eyes overshadowed with that determination you saw before. 

Tonight, it was just you three and it had been so long since you had been together not just sexually but intimately. You were hurting and so were they. They missed you as much as you missed them and tonight they were going to show you how much. Tonight, the house belonged to you guys and they were going to make you scream their names so all of Hawkins understood you were theirs, no matter what.

You moan his name repeatedly as you cum, yanking Steve’s shirt to bring his lips to yours. As soon as Eddie removed his hand, the other man lifted you into his arms, bringing you into the kitchen and placing you on the island in the middle. The metalhead came around to grip your waist as Steve aggressively tugged off your jeans and panties. 

After pulling you closer to the edge, he threw off his shirt before kneeling, opening your legs wider, and wrapping his mouth around your clit. His motions were just as fast as Eddie, not allowing you much time to catch your breath. Lips and teeth warmed your breast as Eddie switched between the two. 

“I…guys…please…fuck…” You were struggling to form words as they both overwhelmed your senses. The sharp, cold temperature of the granite hit your back as you laid flat against it, thrusting your hips against the man’s face till you felt the coil snap and you came again. Eddie lifted you, placing you on your feet, and turning you so your back was to his chest. 

He fumbled with his belt as he walked you towards the stairs, kicking them and his boxers to the side as you fall forward onto the steps. The man licks his hand, pumping himself a few times before pushing into you as you moan. His fingers clung to your hips as he thrust into you, the obscene sound of skin hitting skin filling the area. 

Footsteps echoed beside you as Steve pushed off his own attire tossing it to the ground. After sliding himself in front of you, your hands grip his thighs for support as you encase his cock with your lips. 

He grunts at the feeling as you moan and bob your head, pulling your hair into a ponytail so he can watch you take him. Eddie falls forward, grinding into your pussy hard as his hands roam your now sweaty body. 

You lift your head, continuing to jerk him as fast as you can, shouting Eddie’s name as you hurtle quickly over that ledge again. He groans as you flutter around him, pulling out before taking you in his arms as he heads for the bedroom. 

Throwing you onto your back on the mattress, he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and breaches your entrance again as he chases his high. Steve climbs up beside you, licking his fingers and reaching between you to rub your swollen clit. 

“Please…I can’t…again…too much…” They both silently continue what they were doing, lost in you and the moment. Eddie grunts as he cums, thrusting his hips till he empties inside of you. 

Steve takes over as the other boy pulls out and backs away, sliding himself into you before pushing your legs together and turning you on your side. This position had him deeper inside of you then you had ever felt as you gripped the sheets for support, needing to hold on to something as he smacked his hips against yours. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand reaching for yours, quickly reaching over to take it as he gripped you tightly. The sound of your whimpers and moans escalated until you couldn’t hold back anymore, crying and shouting Steve’s name into the darkness. His body folded over your own slightly as his rhythm sputtered and he came, rope after rope filling you up. 

The room feel quiet except for your sniffles into the blankets. Someone gently lifted you into their arms and carried you to the bathroom before placing you on your feet by the tub. Looking up, you met Eddie’s soft brown eyes as he smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. A loud grunt left him as you practically tackled him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you cried into his chest. Steve came up behind you, hugging you as he rested his cheek on your head. 

They waited for the bathtub to fill before releasing you, holding your hand as you stepped inside and immediately tugged your knees under your chin as they joined you. After Steve delicately pulled up your hair, he tenderly ran his palms along your shoulders and down your arms as Eddie cleaned your body. 

“I don’t like this…the silence…” The only reason you knew they heard you was because their movements paused for a moment before they continued. “Please say something.”

“You’re more than enough.” Your eyes met Eddie’s in total confusion. “You asked your mom why you weren’t enough and I know part of the reason you feel the way you’ve been feeling is because Charlie made you believe that to. You’re MORE than enough. You are everything.”

“You’re not selfish for feeling the way you’ve been feeling, Y/N.”, Steve continued after. “We miss you to and the kids. When you said Dylan has been trying to show Ro how to walk more, I panicked like what if we weren’t here when she finally did?”

You sighed as you leaned against his chest.

“We finished our project so I’m done there and, of course, the semester ends next week so I’ll be home more. Maybe next semester, I can cut back on some of my hours at work. Things might be a bit tight but…”

“Maybe not.”

“What do you mean, Ed?”

“The owner of the shop, Scott? He’s retiring after the new year. Part of the reason I’ve been staying late is because… he’s been talking about giving the garage to me.”

“Eddie, oh my god. That’s amazing!” You lean forward wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up including my own if he decided against it. But, baby, this would mean I could be home more and we would have more money. Steve could even solely focus on school but knowing him he would insist on continuing to work.”

“You’re not wrong.”, Steve chuckles. 

“But what about music? Corroded Coffin?”

“I can practice more with them to. Sweetheart, I’m not going to become a rockstar in the next year.”, he laughs. 

“You’re already a rockstar to me.”, you smile as you kiss his lips.

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“Oh hey, look. The entire Munson-Harrington clan came to get you guys AND they seem happy.”, Kierra grins as she opens her door wider to allow you three into her home. “Did you fall on your knees and beg for forgiveness?”

“Eh something like that.”, Eddie laughs. 

“Your mother was at the bar to last night. I’m not sure if she told you that.”

Your sister sighed at Steve’s comment. “I swear to God, that woman can be so…ugh! What did she say, Y/N?” When you didn’t answer, she turned to face you, noticing your eyes focusing on the kids. 

Dylan was holding Aurora’s hand allow her to balance before letting her go. She took one wobbly step forward before falling on her butt and smiling up at him. You sunk to your knees placing yourself a small distance away from her. Your son lifted her up again, holding her hand as he guided her towards you before letting her go. She stood still just for a moment as she looked your way. 

“Come here, baby. I missed you. Give mama a hug?”

You reached out your arms as she giggled before slowly taking two steps forward. She almost fell catching herself on her hands before pushing back to a standing position. 

“Ma…mama!”

She took two more determined steps by herself before falling into your lap. 

“Oh, Wayne’s going to hate that.”, Eddie grinned. 

“God job, Ro.” Steve kissed her forehead as she keened into your neck. 

“Get ready, boys. Here comes the fun part. Running after a toddler around a two story house with sticky fingers.”, Kierra laughed as she wrapped her arms around you leaning her head on the Aurora’s back. 

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[one-annon]

Adam stanheight x fem reader pls? Anything works.

Ty!!! ♡

finally...finally finished this...i apologize so so much for the wait

i tried making it f!reader but it feels more gn!reader than anything...hope thats okay!

tw! ptsd/panic attack/nightmare sorta stuff

it had been about a month since your boyfriend was saved from that bathroom. according to him, the guy he was with came back. you knew he was lying. he had that same look in his eyes he gave you when he said he ate all his food he needed to for that day - or when he says he did, in fact, zip up his fly before you two left the house. it was a look that said 'im knowingly lying to you and i feel guilty about it'.

what he wasn't lying about, though, was his night terrors after. not only that but also his newfound fear of being alone and the dark. before, he wouldnt mind laying alone in bed in his dark room, cigarette in hand. but after he couldnt even handle the dimming lights of movie theaters, which restricted your movie date nights to being a home event. it frustrated you a few times, but you understood. it was a traumatic event you could never understand because you didnt experience it.

you didnt know how adam felt when he woke up gasping for air after a nightmare. usually, he would call you, ask you to stay on the phone with him for just for a little while. just until he calms down. he always sounded so broken, so utterly pathetic that it was hard to not take pity on him.

today though, was a little different. after major convincing, adam agreed to stay over at your house. you two had a great night - tasty dinner, a movie night (which included adam laughing as you screamed at horror movies), and even a bath together. adam always tried his best to be romantic. he may not have money, but he has a heart. that you know. right before bed, he had done your hair, carefully brushing the knots and tangles out and commenting about how gorgeous you were.

"im so lucky," he had said, running his fingers through a small section he had just brushed. "youre such a pretty lady - model material even! and i somehow scored you? i really dont know how that happened.."

you both went to bed happy, cuddled and warm in each others embrace. he was curled up, face hidden away from the world in your chest - his favorite place. you didnt mind, humming a soft tune as he wrapped his lanky arms around you. he squeezed you tight, holding his breath just long enough to where he could hear your heartbeat. quiet enough so he can hear that youre with him. that youre alive. he's not in that awful bathroom anymore - hes here with you in your bed.

the two of you fell asleep peacefully, the big blanket draped over you two helping with the cold of the room but the fan running above you kept you from overheating. everything was going so well. he was comfortable, you were comfortable. everything had gone just as it planned to be. you had your beautiful boy asleep, you were asleep. truly, it was one of the best days of your week.

you didnt dream that night. which, to be honest, you never really were one to dream. you knew adam was though. sometimes, when he had good dreams, he would tell you about them while you made breakfast (because lord forbid he step into the kitchen). sometimes he wouldnt be able to recall them and sometimes he would tell you about how, oh, his friend had taken him to a bar and there was such a pretty lady there that looked just like you and then he realized, oh it is you. and he was so happy to see you because, oh, him and scott were so wasted and, oh..is breakfast already done?

then there was the times he had bas dreams. like tonight. again. you woke up to him shaking so hard you, just for a moment, thought he was seizing or something. taking a good look at him, you realized that wasnt the case. his eyebrows ere tightly knitted together, lips parted as he muttered to himself about wanting to live, soft gasps slotting themselves between his quiet begs. your shirt that he was still gripping was wet with his tears.

glancing over at the clock, you squinted as you tried to read what it registered the time to be. 2:36 am. okay. cool. whatever. you sigh, rubbing your hand up and down adams back to try and wake him up or lull him out of whatever bad dream had a hold on him tonight and back to restful sleep. you swore to yourself, pinching at the bridge of your nose to try and keep yourself awake.

by this point, you were going to call adams brother specs to see if he has some fuckass demon holding him down. you knew that wasnt it. well, there were no physical demons.

you knew who his demons were. he could perfectly describe them to you and one of them you knew personally. blonde, tall, divorced. you had seen him around the hospital you had grown to know thanks to adam. the boy seemed to panic at the very mention of the oncologist, rambling and sobbing while he told you how the man was supposed to come back and save him.

you knew he didn't. adam had told you the gruesome details about how he had to eat someones body - cannibalize someone - just to survive. you tried to take him to a therapy group you had read about full of other jigsaw survivors but he couldnt go. not when he saw that blonde man limp his way into the room. not when he saw how calm he was as he sat down. you remember waiting in the car, hoping everything went alright. but when adam slammed the door closed and begged you to drive off before the session was even done, you knew it was useless.

so now here you were, trying to comfort his sleeping form. at some point, the dream had shifted. he was moving around in his sleep, either grabbing at you or at his foot. his broken foot. adam had totally shattered his foot to escape the bathroom. apparently, he didnt have the guts or the materials to cut his leg like that demon of his did, but he had the toilet lid next to him. if it was heavy enough to kill the man he cannibalized, he said, it was heavy enough to free him.

adam kept his grip on you. he kept muttering to himself. he kept crying. he looked so pathetic. he was such a mess. you just wanted to go back to sleep.

frustrated and tired, you shook him awake. "adam.." you whispered, fighting how heavy your eyelids were. "adam, wake up.." your voice seemed to coax him out of his sleep, a sharp gasp escaping him. he shot up, cold sweat running down his neck as his lungs worked overtime to get air into his body. you were quick to hold him. "cmon..its okay.." you mutter, too tired to fully process that he was trying to dig his way under your skin with his blunt nails.

adam heaved, trying to focus on your voice. he choked out words you couldnt process. knowing him, he was probably apologizing again. you carefully wrapped your arms around adam. enough pressure for him to feel your presence and hopefully bring him back to you, but not enough pressure to suffocate him.

"youre safe, baby.." your voice was right next to his ear. slowly, he relaxed. the boy came back to reality, letting himself go limp in your embrace. he rested his head on your shoulder, turning in a way where his nose was buried in your neck. adam held onto your upper arms, making sure you were still there with him.

you could feel how he stopped breathing. he had to make sure you were still breathing yourself. he had to make sure your heart was still beating. he had to make sure you were alive. adam's hands trailed down your arms until they slipped off, kneading at the bedsheets. he was home. he was safe. those bruised hands patted around, made sure that the lid wasnt around. that the body he had to tear his teeth into wasnt still rotting near him.

eventually, he calmed down. adam refused to separate himself from you. you refused to let him go. a yawn escaped past your lips and you knew it was time to go back to bed. turning your head, you looked at the clock again. 3:27 am. fuck, had it really been that long? time felt like it was going by so quickly. maybe it was because you were tired. you had no sense of time at the moment.

really, that didnt matter. you were here with adam. adam was here with you. his cold hand reached up and played with your hair, reminding himself you were here. you moved him so he was lying back down, his eyes watching you closely as you joined him on the mattress. he continued to stare at you, big sad eyes locking with yours. you smile at him. he smiles back the best he can. it was sad. a sad smile. you hated seeing that one.

"better?" you ask, voice just barely there and heavily laced with drowsiness.

adam nods, his hand resting on top of yours. "yeah..better..im sorry."

you shake your head just slightly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "none of that. not now." you squeeze his hand gently, letting him shift ever so closer to you. adam hides right under your chin, nose stuffed in the dip of your collarbone. he was safe. he was loved. he was saved. you were his angel. you helped ward off the demons. you helped get the bad thoughts out of his head. you helped him.

as much as it frustrated you, you were adam's savior. and you were okay with it. as long as it meant you got your precious boy the other times his nightmares didnt have him. his fingers, which were still carding through your hair, froze. his breathing slowed and his body seemed to melt into the bed. finally, finally, you were able to relax. you held the other close, making sure he was asleep before heading back to bed yourself. you two could chat about whatever nightmare he had while he made breakfast. ><><><><><>< haha its 2 30 am

[tinyidle]

kinktober 2024 w/ @whatudowhennooneseesyou

19:24 night in a seoul apartment (jsy)

kink: deepthroating, slight size kink pairing: soyeon x male reader wc: >1k words i believe (didn't count srry)

ּ ֗ ִ ⠀ ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ⠀ ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ ׅ . 🪩ྀི ֗ ִ ⠀ ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ⠀ ִ ۫ ּ ֗ ִ ۪ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֗

you're lying on the couch in your tiny apartment with soyeon kneeling between your legs. the two of you have been dating for a while now and you're quite familiar with one another, but this was slightly different from all your other intimate moments.

soyeon, who has been working at her own LLC for a couple of years, was wearing her professional outfit, which consisted of a light gray blazer over a white shirt, a matching dark gray knee-length skirt, a black necktie, and a pair of black stockings. you're dressed casually, just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

your apartment is filled with a faint smell of chicken and beer from dinner. somehow, dinner turned from talking to each other about your days to becoming extremely horny, which resulted in wat was happening right now. soyeon, looking up at you with lust in her eyes, is stroking your shaft with her delicate fingers while licking the head and underside with her nimble tongue. she's a pro at making you crave her.

"it's so hard…" she murmurs before engulfing the tip of your cock into her mouth, sucking lightly.

you did your best to gather up enough air in your lungs to breathe out. "s-soyeon… you're really good at this, it's not fair," you say with a smile.

you close your eyes and enjoy the moment, but it's only a few seconds before you can feel her warm wet mouth slowly enveloping your entire cock, inch by inch, all the way down until her lips are wrapped around the base. your eyes open wide in surprise.

"holy shit," you whisper as you stare down at her in amazement.

the shorter woman simply winks before bobbing her head up and down your entire length, using her lips and tongue to pleasure your shaft. she continues like this for a while and you can tell she's loving every moment of it.

suddenly, soyeon removes your cock from her mouth and grins mischievously. "you like it?" she asks, her voice thick with desire as she stroked your shaft in semi-languid motions.

you, despite wanting to push her head down and finish, decide to control yourself. "i love it," you confess, "i don't know how you can do that so easily."

soyeon giggles. "well, i'm not finished yet."

before you can ask what she means, she takes your entire cock into her mouth again, all the way to the base, and begins sucking and bobbing her head. she looks up at you with a twinkle in her eyes.

you gasp in shock and sheer pleasure. "oh my god, you're so good at this!" you exclaim.

"i'm glad you like it," soyeon says, her words muffled by your cock.

"yeah, i definitely like it," you respond, hands squeezing themselves into a fist o further exhibit self-control. "keep going."

soyeon does as you ask and continues to suck your cock, bobbing her head up and down while also licking and stroking your shaft with her tongue. her lips and tongue are driving you crazy.

"ahh- soyeon, baby- fuck.."

you're so turned on, and her mouth feels so good, you can't help but groan and moan in ecstasy.

soyeon sucks your cock faster and faster, bringing you closer and closer to climax. "im gonna cum…" you warn, but you're not sure if she hears you because her eyes are closed and she seems lost in the moment.

soon enough she looks up at you and gives a nod, indicating that she wants you to cum in her mouth. this turns you on even more and you grab onto her head and begin thrusting into her mouth as she continues to suck your cock.

"ughh!" you can't hold back anymore. your orgasm rushes through you and your cock explodes in her mouth.

mmph~ soyeon moans as she feels your warm essence hit the back of her throat. she swallows every drop and then pulls away, giving your cock a final lick. "wow…" she says, rather impressed with how much you came. "that was intense."

you're speechless and simply nod, panting for breath.

after a moment, soyeon smiles and wipes her lips. "i think im gonna go shower now," she says.

you gulp, only being able to reply with a stuttering "o-okay."

"maybe i'll see you in there later?" she says with a wink.

to this offer, you nod and give a much swifter response, "i'd love that."

as she walks away, soyeon turns to give you one last sultry look before disappearing into the bathroom.

[naveries]

august? — I ADORE HER!

PAIRING: non-idol!beomgyu × fem!reader, implied crushes + possible other pairings

STATUS. ongoing!

SYNOPSIS. YL/N Y/N, the delivery girl to her small town not too far from the City finds herself around town, taking many odd jobs and contributing to her community in more ways than one. But now she finds it hard to say no these approaching her final days of High School. On top of that, her true love & passion for music catches up with her as too as her band, finding herself taking on the role of lead singer once again. Can she handle it?

WARNINGS. swearing but not too heavy, kys joke, mentions of abusive parental guardians, mentions of depression, anxiety (might go into detail) & unaliving. possible sensual comments here and there, im not one to write those things but who knows, there will be a warning if so. y/n is a mess mentally and only at a certain point in the story, physically, financially, academically & socially. characters can be immature at times but who isn’t! possible mentions injuries & scars. a whole lot of sad and mad and happy.

The upstairs of Wonyoung’s restaurant has always been closed off from the public, simply because it wasn’t always in their budget to finance more decor and furniture to fill the space, nor the customers. But Wonyoung always thought it was important to clean the space from time to time anyway. You agreed with her on that. It just felt better working in a place, especially with food, where the upstairs room above you was also just as well kept and clean. No dust flying around, no rodents, and no mold or rust. Hopefully anyway, you really hate mold.

And it was a nice space too, the way it was built let them sunlight seep in from the window just right and the antique chandelier from the previous owners of building from 8 years ago (they never took it back, they just left it) dangling in the middle of the empty room just made it feel very picturesque. You all take turns cleaning it too of course. (Wonyoung said it was fine, but you all wouldn’t have it since all of you together spent time in the room)

Because of the fact Wonyoung was really the only one who kept the room clean, and insisted her parents on keeping it that way. She made the decisions regarding the room. And her second decision — after the decision of her being the only one in charge of to maintain the unoccupied second floor. The only one out of her and her parents wanting to keep the upstairs — was to show you Hyunjin around. To other people, it was an empty dusty room, but luckily to the three of you- as soon as you three finished cleaning the place together- you all found it to be a spacious and comfortable hideaway.

It became a really special place. Times like practicing for your audition with two best friend's and the Jang Family coaching you, or the many times the three of you blast music from the tiny speaker sitting in the middle of the room, as you all dance around for fun. (And — of course — come high school, the addition of Sunghoon and Jungwon)

The five of you were upstairs often, if you all needed the space to study, if you and Wonyoung are still working a shift and the boys are upstairs studying or playing board games (board games; kept on the singular shelf you all keep in the room), when one of you have a bad day and you all just wanna be in privacy together, or sometimes your grandfather would bring you guys some food for dinner together, as if you were all a one big happy family.

Fast forward to led to your head lying in Wonyoung's lap alone here on the second level of the restaurant, under the off chandelier, the fairy lights by the windows (You and Hyunjin set up with Wonyoung’s parents for Wonyoung on her 14th birthday. In which she never wanted to take them down) splayed the room in a warm eerie tone.

She nor Hyunjin doesn’t know why you’re reacting like this, why him being here is such an issue. Did something ever happen between you and Beomgyu? They never knew because you never brought him up or answered them clearly enough to figure out a single clue.

“Was this recently?” Wonyoung keeps her voice gentle and comforting as ever, whilst she combs through the tangles in your hair.

"No, I've been feeling like this for a while now" you say while lying in her lap, a blank expression on your face as you stare blankly at a spot on the wooden floors.

“But there’s a this to talk about?” she suggests, trying to piece things together with the little vague bits of information you’re giving her. She continues runs her hands through the silky strands of your hair as you lie in silence. You don't know what or how to say how weird things have been for you recently.

“What’s on your mind baby?” she ask, carefully treading on this topic for the umpteenth time. Not wanting to press on the topic too hard in fear of scaring you away once again.

“Nothing, I’m fine” something very far from the truth, shifting uncomfortably in her lap

“You’re lying to me again...” she sighs disappointedly, but her continuous strokes through your hair don't falter, she knows your desperately wracking through your brain to give her a clear answer. But your stomach still turns in guilt as you can hear the calmness of her voice slowly being invaded by her disappointment. However, an inhale and exhale later, she's calm again. She knows better than anyone how much you're going through and decides to keep her head and hold her ground in case you do decide to spill.

You lie there silent, frustration growing through your insides as you can recall so many other moments of people wanting to be there for you but you stand there unable to grasp an edge. You hate how much it feels like these feelings of tease your senses. As much as you dislike many things about yourself, is mending the endless amount of pain and guilt in your life really such a selfish thing to do?

You close your eyes, pressing your lips together, inhaling, then exhaling out the nerves. “There's a lot happening and I don't wanna jinx the possibilities by talking about this" you blink anxiously as you make a conscious decision to move past your nerves and instead, forward.

Staring down at your head resting in her lap, she smiles, “Your mind works as if you’re living a bad movie storyline" chuckling as she successfully unties a knot in your hair and continues to comb through "That's terrible thinking you know"

“Well television were my only source from my childhood when it came to looking at healthy human behaviour” you argue.

She just laughs "That's fair"

And as lighthearted laughter begins to fill the room, you hear the pattern of familiar footsteps making its way over to you and Wonyoung. Bless the old and squeaky floorboards from keeping anyone from sneaking up on any of you.

“So how’re you feeling now then? Something tells me you might not need a hug anymore” Jungwon asks concerned as he takes a seat in front of you and Wonyoung.

"While I am feeling better, but I hope you know I would never turn down a hug from you" you say smittenly as you smile up to him.

He wears a plain blank expression but to anyone who knew Jungwon better, he was hiding a lot more. Something you've come to admire him for, his ability to keep his emotions in check regardless on how hard reality came to take shots at his dreams and deepest wishes.

You notice him staring at your hand. Realizing that the look in his eyes means he's contemplating whether or not it's okay to soothe you the way Wonyoung is doing right now or give you the space you deserve. And as your stomach fills with warmth from his mindfulness, you reassure him of his worries as you reach out your hand for his. And as soon as his eyes catch sight of your hand floating towards his he carefully takes your hand in his. Drawing circles on the dorsal side of your hand.

The three of you sit there in silence for a while as you close your eyes taking it all in. Before you could've maybe watched on TV on how kids your age would find their way around their problems with their friends and endless amount of wit, as you watched envious. But here you are now in between two very important people in your life and you can't help but feel nothing but grateful to have them here, wanting to savour this feeling forever.

"You know you walk past a lot of people you went to your old middle school with, like Yeosang hyung or Yeji noona" Jungwon says, still holding your hand.

"But?" you retort, knowing there's more.

"But you don't usually spook the way you did downstairs a few moments ago" he says carefully. You can tell by the way his eyes are barely leaving his hands holding yours that he's afraid you might try and run away & avoid the topic of, what you like to call, your bad feelings. Courtesy of your bad conditioning from your parents.

Wonyoung, out of no where, pinches his side and he yelps in surprise. You turn your head to look up at Wonyoung confused, as you find her glaring at Jungwon, and a pout sitting on her face.

"Ow?! What was that for?" he winces as he uses his other hand to rub his side.

"Real subtle Yang!" She spits in frustration, you wonder how her voice is still as elegant and as honey-like as ever, "Here I am, trying to be as gentle and patient with Y/N as possible. Aaand you just jump right on in to the problem! No warning!" she says as she pinches him again.

"Ow! I'm sorry! I'm not as good at this as you are!" he says, wincing in pain while still rubbing the side Wonyoung pinched him twice in.

You chuckle "Hey, no hurting each other on my account please, or off for that matter" you say, your voice sounding a bit croaky and drowsy from lying down all this time.

Letting go of Jungwon's hand, you slowly get up from Wonyoung's lap and let out small sighs while you stretch your arms a bit. Turning your head back to them as your finally sitting upright, you smile endearingly at them.

"And I'm fine okay? Nothing to worry about" You say chipper, yet breathy, voice your body can offer. The same one you use to charm customers from your grandfather's shop into buying furniture they could use.

And well- you're not fine, but you didn't even know yourself what reason, or why you were reacting this way around him. Why your head and chest felt heavy around him or what kind of voodoo sign this meant. Not that you believed in things like that anyway.

And thinking about it now, you don't like the idea of you going through, maybe the next few days or weeks, debating whether or not this means more than the simple relationship status of ex-bandmates you share with him now.

And you most certainly don't like the idea of looking dumb as you struggle to annunciate vowels like a baby learning to talk, trying to describe this all for Wonyoung and Jungwon.

They both look at each other confused, then back at you, watchin as you pick up yourself from the floor and dust off your apron and tie your hair back up.

"Sorry for scare, but I'm okay. Let's just get back to the customers downstairs, yeah?" you say cheerily as you point a finger over at the staircase and begin to make your way over there in a hurry.

"Could've sworn I saw more people coming in from earlier!" and your voice fades out from the distance. Leaving the two Won's feeling like they missed something.

Exchanging a final look between each other, and with Wonyoung helping Jungwon find his footing again, they both decide to start to follow your direction and head downstairs.

Walking side by side Wonyoung lets out an exasperated sigh, looking down at the floor as she treads her feet over to the staircase.

Looking over at her for moment, Jungwon sighs as he lifts his arm to pull her closer to him and caresses her shoulder as they both walk downstairs.

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[leafcabbage]

If you want to talk more about clingy duo and how they love each other,,, im very much willing to listen,,,, (also if you want to talk about drdi phil im also very interested, was looking at that recent drdi phil post like 👀)

im always happy to talk about BOTH and am preemptively putting a keep reading because i feel this may get long....

drdi clingyduo makes me more insane than i already am. and baybee im diagnosed. anyway... oh man what to say about them. i think one of the things that really gets me about them is that they were separated for like 4(? idk my own fic) years and when they were finally reunited and living together again they both decided they should just like.,.. pretend none of that happened and so they never got around to talking about the time they spent apart? like they straight up dont know things about each other from that time because theyve been pretending it doesn't exist. the healthiest way to handle things, really. tubbo was literally getting frantic payphone calls from tommy who was like actively in crisis and then he comes home and cries so hard about it he throws up and then theyre like "Awesome well tahts Over so we never have to talk about it yippee!!" (until sssd of course but thats only the start.)

like MAN they love each other so much but also neither of them entirely know how to go about things productively and healthily and they both feel like it should be enough that they are together again... and its NOT because they have to actually talk about things!!! makes me crazy.

as for drdi phil. man theres a lot there i havent figured out but i do know that he had his own rough shit in his childhood and he saw techno and went "i can like. do something here. i can help." and then he did. and he did a little blackmailing and maybe some insurance fraud to get the job done, but he did it. also he didn't mean to end up with wilbur in his care. that wasnt on purpose he wasnt ready to to any of that but he kind of stumbled into it due to circumstances. like my man is not foster care certified or anything. im gonna avoid saying more on that until im certain im not contradicting facts i laid out in past chapters, but also if wilbur said something out loud, he might have been lying at any given moment.

anyway all that to say. phil is like... really good at seeming like he has everything figured out when in reality hes constantly pretty sure hes two seconds from like spontaneously combusting. also hes a gamer btw. thats how he knows sneeg they are internet friends. i havent given enough weight to internet friends yet in this story so i will say that now. phil goes through a crazy day of teaching at a university he barely feels qualified to work at and comes home to a house he got for extra cheap rent because a guy died there and has dinner usually with his kid who he never planned to end up with and then puts on some headphones and plays fucking halo or something for five hours before going to bed and repeating it all the next day. what a hero

[notahorseindisguise]

"... to bugs"

last time a bee stung me was over 3 years ago. i laid down on the grass and accidentally crushed a bee with my left earlobe. she was just laying still there, and i, the big fumbling giant i am, accidentally put here into a dark, crushing situation, and she lashed out. she stung me on the ear, and she died because of it. it hurt me for 3 or 4 hours at most.

last time a human stung me was a month ago. we were sharing a family dinner, and my dad told me that the way i was sitting on my chair was impolite. i had my left foot up on the chair, the knee resting against my chest, and the other leg crossed between my foot and my body. this came out of nowhere, because i always sit like this, but my dad said it was impolite, and i didnt understand how. i asked him why it was impolite. he said you know why. i replied no i dont. he said i dont believe you and yes i do and stop lying and sit properly. i said dad im being serious i dont get how this is rude and he said something must be really wrong with your brain if you dont understand. i put my feet down and i ate my dinner in silence and i went to sleep early that night. i still think about that every time i sit that way in a chair. i think about how wrong my brain is.

last time an ant bit me was last year. i was at my grandmas house, where my cousins and i would have a yearly water bomb fight. running around, chucking water balloons at each other, at one point i squatted on the ground to avoid being seen, and didnt realise my toe was in a green ant colony. dozens of ants began climbing my foot, and i was desperately apologizing out loud and gently knocking them off so they wouldnt be hurt, but i didnt want them on me or else they would bite. someone heard me talking to the ants and threw a water balloon at me, which exploded on my face, and so i ran after them, to retaliate, not knowing i had left an ant on my foot, and had run away from its home with it, and so it bit me, to let me know. i dropped my balloon and i put the ant back at its home. that was the only bite i got from disrupting the whole colony. it stopped hurting about an hour later.

last time i was bit by a human was a week ago. id had a hard time recently, and was determined to make this day count, especially since i was home alone all day and had all the free time i wanted. i showered (which i normally am not motivated to do), brushed my teeth (which i normally am not motivated to do), shaved (which i normally am not motivated to do), ate (which i normally am not motivated to do), cleaned my room (which i normally am not motivated to do), cleaned the bathrooms (which i normally am not motivated to do), did the dishes (which i normally am not motivated to do), vaccuumed (which i normally am not motivated to do), and then pulled out my laptop to work on an assignment (which i normally am not motivated to do). at this stage in my long hard day, i was feeling very proud of myself (which i normally dont have a reason to do), when my mum came home, saw me on my laptop, and said of course you sat there all day and did nothing. all my pride vanished and i felt worthless (which i normally do), nodded my head, and closed all my schoolwork tabs. if thats all im thought to do, why shouldnt i do it.

the last time a bug hurt me in general was 2 weeks ago. a simple housefly was buzzing around and it accidentally flew into my mouth. i accidentally swallowed it. it became caught in my throat. i had a huge coughing and retching fit because of the obstruction, and i didnt feel better until the next day, when i had forgotten the feeling. but im sure the fly got the worse deal.

the last time a person hurt me was just the other day. i had done my hair in a different way which i thought was really cute. i showed it off to my siblings but before i could say anything they laughed at me and said i looked like an idiot. kt was all jokes. they thought i was joking about the hairstyle. i smiled and laughed with them. i went away and put my hair back and decided to never change it up again.

maybe if people were a little bit nicer i would treat them more like insects

[sebsxphia]

Hello again XD I had a thot in mind I'd like to share with you.

I was thinking about soft, slow sex with Jake. Reader is overworking herself and for a while now and Jake can't do much about it. One day, when her big project has been completed, Reader comes home and is just exhausted. she doesn't even have the energy to eat anything.

Jake just helps her take a bath, change into a clean fresh pair of clothes, and just feeds her dinner while she is sitting on his lap. There's not much talking, just tonnes of loving. Later, they are lying on the bed, reader still on jake's lap with both hands on reader's waist, her face tucked into Jake's neck.

She starts peppering kisses up and down Jake's neck. He switches off the tv and just starts kissing her. Deep, slow kisses, knowing that his baby needs to be taken care of right now. She then strips herself of her bottoms and jake's sweatpants. Reader then just tries to ride him slowly, face tucked into his neck, peppering kisses and hickeys alike, his hands on her waist, guiding her. He puts his fingers in her mouth to suck on, and she does so gladly. The buildup is slow, both enjoying each and every single moment of this. They finally cum, and Reader's body just slumps against Jake's. They stay their for a while, before getting up to clean up and finally sleep.

I so need this rn lol

Have nice day/night

HELLO AGAIN MY LOVE IM SO HAPPY YOU SHARED THIS THOT BECAUSE WEE WOO WEE WOO 😵‍💫

the sucking on jake’s fingers? oml. in any other case when you were exhausted, jake would offer to lay you down and take control of the situation, but jake knew you were still holding onto that mindset of doing everything yourself and working hard. so he let you ride him and take control, but he was there with his large hands to guide your hips and his fingers in your mouth to give you something to ground yourself to against jake.

god, i’m just so in love with the idea of jake always being able to read your body language. i so need this rn too my love! thank you so much for this and i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night too! 💌

[1279777]

Good Bye

I just took off, for my new job in Dubai. Until now it seems like the obvious choice to take.I meant, my career is going nowhere, indonesia's economy looks like going to have a rough time in couple years ahead, more expenses for rami needs like his therapy, maybe go to school, and others.Lately everything seems no longer affordable, even with nadias and my income, we still cant save anything, And after ramis therapy we even need to use our savings.I am a bit regretting that we took that new car, eventough we were very happy with it. It just 4million a month is a lot for usAnd we need to start paying for our apartment like 2million. After living rent free for some yearsI think there are like maybe hundreds of reasons why i need to take this job. Also, working abroad has been my dream since i was a little. Because my dad did that too.It was very obvious to take this job.I would really hate myself and regret it if i didnt.But boy, leaving nadia and rami without knowing for sure when i can get to see them again is awful.This feeling is really killing meI dont even know where to start,Saying goodbye, kissing them, look at nadia in tears, thats awfully hurts.Since we moved in together after our marriage i always go back to her, going home knowing that she is waiting me. I know that sometimes there is a feeling of being annoyed by her things, but i would really miss that like a lotAnd ramiOh mann i dont know what to startI really dont knowI think im about to cry Being a parent is really really hard, but the joy that you got is even harder. Like a lottRami is a special boy, i know he would be okay. There are his grandparents, the nanny, and also nadia.I think i need him more than he needs meI just cant imagine like going home without seeing him while eating his dinner, or playing his toys, or sleeping with his stomach out of his pajamas.I just cant imagine if he is asking why i am not coming home today, and wondering when ill be back, asking if it is tomorrow or the day after. And nadia just gonna say "later"He is probably just gonna forget about it and than continue to play with his toysBut oh man this feels really really awfulI meant in his whole life, his whole 3 years, i was part of his life. Suddenly i am goneMaybe we can still di video call, or other But i dont think it will have the same meaning to him.I just cant think that my presence will be less meaningful to him. From a father that always there for him to be just a video call guy that he meet once or twice in a year.I hate how my dad went to the US without taking his family, maybe he has his own reason, but i hated it how he let me grow up without a father figure. Ironically now i do the same thing to rami.I really hope that this is really temporary, i really hope that we can reunited in a year.I really hope that rami theraphy would be success, and he is getting smarter, so nadia can easily take him to live with me in Dubai.Even for the worst case, i can still go back to Indonesia after a year or two. Saving enough money to buy a house or for ramis school. And we can enjoy our mundane life together lying on the bed on sunday morning. Laughing to each otherI miss their laugh alreadyWhy is this really hard?Maybe rami is taking his lunch right now, I hope rami become better at everything.I hope nadia iss doing okaySince shes with his parents, things would be feel easier to her.Please, be fineI really hope they are We did have a proper farewell, we went to taman mini to see birds and reptiles, Rami had a great time. We were having a great time.And the last three days, we spend our days together, just the three of us. It was niceI cant asking for a better farewell.But i dont know, it still feels not enough.