#I THINK I JUST HAD A HEARTATTACK

[accipitae]

Suddenly stressing out so so so much because farrier school starts march 31st and i still need to find an apartment near the school and also buy all my tools and also buy new work boots and also more jeans because i only have like 2 pairs left (???) and also need to get a trailer hitch installed on my car so i can even drive my stuff up to Minnesota in the first place and also-

[icyowl]

You discover Dragon!Sylus

Pairing: Dragon!Sylus x reader

Request: none

A/N: not proofread. LADS is my current obsession, however I don't have the game so forgive me if it's not lore-accurate. Thank you for being so patient with me :). 2k.

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He always knew you’d be his undoing, he just didn’t think it would be so literal. Perhaps it was one too many resonances, or maybe the depth of your bond had reached some sort of fever pitch.

It began with a headache. Nothing noticeable - given his line of work, headaches were too common - but devolved into a skull-wrenching migraine. Candlelight was too bright, the needle of the recordplayer was too loud, the continuous air conditioning couldn’t keep him cool, even the scratch of the softest silk dress shirt nagged at his irritability.

No hospital would see him, and no doctor could help him given his physiology. The only thing to do was wait it out in the dark cave of his bedroom and hope it didn’t kill him.

It looked like it well might.

The phone on his nightstand screamed, but he used one hand to keep his head from splitting open and used the other to reach for it anyways. He’d permitted only your calls - you soothed the gouge behind his eyes and eased the booms in his chest. Sylus was soothing you before you had a chance to speak.

“I’m alright,” he grimaced at the pain in his throat and the gruff in his voice, “just a cold.”

“Sylus, what’s going on with you? You’ve never asked me to stay away and you sound like you’re really sick.”

“I’m fine, sweetie, i’m sorry if it’s made you upset.”

You paused, gathering strength, then whispered, “did I do something wrong?”

“No. Fuck,” he flexed his jaw through a groan when his head throbbed, “never.”

The ache in his chest ignited, expanding and pressing against his ribs and biting into his sternum. Was the great leader really going to be done in by a heartattack?

“Sylus?!” You called. His voice had turned into something unrecognizable.

The truth was worse. His eyes were open but his vision was little more than vague swaths of browns, blacks, and reds. Fire singed his nerves until it was all he could do to keep from shouting. A slow heartbeat plugged his ears. His fist gripped the sheets, ripping it under his nails. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“It’s too late!”

“I need to go.” He swallowed though saliva was impossible to find. “I’ll call you when it passes, promise.”

A harsh crash berated your ears just before the line cut out. Keys were in your hand, shoes in your feet, and jacket forgotten even before the screen timed out.

—

Sylus’s estate loomed dark and massive even against the pitch of night. Whistling wind, thunder, and rain broke up the perfect quiet. Shivers broke out across your skin. Still, you paused. The burgundy front door was wide open, tilting back and forth amidst the occasional gust. Nothing else dared make itself known.

Your phone buzzed in your hand.

Luke:

GET OUT OF THERE NOW

You didn’t listen. You couldn’t. Worry strangled the survival instinct clawing around under your skin, allowing you the courage to ease the door wider. Sylus’s entryway looked mostly normal, with only the rug slightly off kilter and the lights out, save for the wood panel near the door sheered off its hinges, exposing the house’s raw flesh underneath. Wires were tangled, mangled, or missing. The few that remained crackled and arced.

Someone had destroyed the electrical box.

You crept farther into the lair. With each room, the carnage got worse. Furniture lay overturned, paintings were thrown on the floor, broken glass from vases, windows, and tables forced you to zigzag, even a marble statue the size of you had been thrown through a wall.

You braced yourself on the wall only to hiss and jerk back when a splinter dug into your palm.

A crack of lightning jerked your head up. Though fleeting, the new light let you grasp the details of your surroundings.

Blood.

Smearing the rich wood floor, spattering the walls and ceilings, dripping off a chair’s broken arm. Blood everywhere.

You swallowed the cry of his name. Speaking would only alert your presence to the enemy, perhaps distract Sylus, and kill the element of surprise you still had. The intruders hadn’t seen you yet, and the lack of bodies meant Sylus was still fighting them. He could take care of himself.

Another bright flash glinted off the wall of guns adjecent to you. Who would break in and leave the weapons alone?

Avoiding more glass, you hustled to the last remaining room: Sylus’s bedroom. Blood continued, as did damage to the walls. Something sinister skittered up your neck when the cuts in the wall arced in a ragged quintet. . . claw marks.

The thing in here with Sylus wasn’t a person, but a monster.

You ran to him room, restraint evaporating, throwing yourself through the doorway and crying his name. . .

“Stay back!” Someone yelled, freezing you. A moment later your mind caught up and whispered to you where a double-toned voice had roared. That was Sylus.

The bed was mostly intact, though the sheets laid on the floor in a shredded heap and the gossamer canopy had been ripped off the ceiling. Your heart wilted in your chest - he’d never yelled at you like that. A shift in the shadows on the far side of the bed drew your attention.

“Sorry, my love.” Sylus tried again, this time more normal. It still sounded like a ghost lived in his throat, but now it resembled your Sylus. “I don’t mean to scare you but. . . I need you to listen to me.”

“O-okay. I will, but. . . I want to help you. The wanderer-”

“There is no wanderer.”

“Then-”

“Yes. Everything you saw was me.”

Silence impregnated the space between you and the shadow on the other side of the bed. What could you say? What should you do? Sweat shimmered on your upper lip in the flash of a lightning strike and the canon shot of thunder made you flinch.

“It’s okay that you’re scared-”

“I’m not-”

“I can hear your heart, smell your cortisol-”

“What?” That was not one of Sylus’s abilities.

You could hear the heavy breath befor every sentence, “I know what’s happening - I’ll be fine. Go. I’ll call you when it’s over.”

“No!” You exclaimed. How could he send you away?

“No?”

“I know you’re hurt.” you said, spotting more red on the ceiling. Altogether, he’d bled enough for several men. “I want to help, if I can.”

“I don’t want you to fear me.” Then, he let out a bitter, half-broken moan. It turned your heart to thorns.

“I don’t. I love you.” You said, taking a step into the room.

Unbeknownst to you, the man zeroed in on the soundless tap of your foot on the floor. His eyes glowed. You were right there, close enough to get - to hunt - to catch - to take - Sylus held a clawed hand to his face. Her voice - focus on her voice. Hear how worried she is for you. “I do too, but. . . just. . . I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You think you might?”

“I don’t want to, but. . . I’m not certain I can help it right now.”

“Let’s just take a breath. We’ll work this out together.”

“I don’t know.”

“I know you’d do it for me-”

“I would.” He replied without a breath. Sylus imagined you transforming as he was: scared, pained, ashamed, but still oh so beautiful, adorned in the flesh of his species. Fuck, you had him there. He’d have a difficult time containing himself if he knew you were hiding something like this from him.

“So. . .” you pressed, “what can I do.”

“Just. . . I need a moment to think.” Sylus had you right there, willing to help him amongst a bloodbath and house full of carnage. . . he couldn’t survive if he messed up such a precarious moment.

Something beastial knocked against his cage. Damn, not now. Pain skyrocketed. The inside of his eyelids turned white. If he knew the snarl he let out, he’d hate himself for it, but he didn’t bother to hear anything through the ripple of scales under his tearing flesh. Tearing, bursting, surging, the match lit behind his eyes finally caught and exploded. He felt the bone erupting from his skull, brought a hand up to shield himself from your gaze, and shouted to try and stop you but it was too late.

The massive stony tail curled on the floor between you was the first thing you saw. His entire lower body had erupted in black plates and armor, pulsing with glowing fissures of red. Feet and hands were thick, clawed, and razor sharp, like a wanderer’s. His pale chest, neck, and chin was interrupted by jagged bolts of red that all led to a swirling ruby imbedded in his chest that seemed to breathe with him. Stone even framed his face. Spearing up from atop his head were the cause of his scream: a crown of two lethal, rocky antlers. Blood stained his hair and ran down his face from the fresh wounds.

People had always called Sylus a monster.

You’d just met his eyes when he slammed them shut and cried out - roared - again. The sound more than his appearance was what pushed you back, but not far enough to miss the grotesque push of his antlers further out of his skull. The transformation must have nicked an artery, because more blood dripped from his forehead and a small spray burst out, covering your shirt. He let out a final, quiet snarl as his pain settled, showing off four large canines that turned silver in the flashing light outside.

You both stared at the blood covering each other for a long time. Sylus held a clawed hand up to his face and used the other one to shuffle away from you.

“I was never supposed to let you see this. Forgive me.”

A reply was impossible, but, being the kind heart that was still so obvious, he took your silence as disgust. A new kind of discomfort showed on the part of his face you could still see.

“There’s keys on the kitchen counter. Take whatever you want. I won’t contact you again. It’ll be like I was never there-“

“Sylus,” you whispered, moving to sit on the ground. It stopped him dead. “It’s. . . okay. Who cares what you look like. I just. . . I’m worried. You’re clearly in a lot of pain and can’t seem to stop-“

Now it was your turn to gasp. You’d closed your fist, pulling at the cut and causing your own rush of blood down your arm. Sylus gave no warning that he’d been affected by the sight of your blood, but in a single second you’d been pounced on, taken down until your back pressed into the wood floor and Sylus was over you: leg between yours, tail hugging your ankle, one clawed hand pining your good wrist to the ground while the other held your wounded palm up for intense scrutiny. Sylus’s eyes didn’t look different, but you knew he wasn’t there when he brushed his nose up the major artery on your wrist, then licked the blood rushing to greet his warm lips.

The taste of your blood engorged his pupils, but you only caught sight of it for a moment before he slammed them shut and yanked your hand down to the floor.

He’d always been good with words, but now they were a desperate rush. “My deepest apology. I didn’t mean to. I saw you were hurt and I-“

“Sylus. Breathe.” You tried. He followed your command, and a little sanity returned to him. Your blood wasn’t the only thing he could hear anymore, and it finally seemed like the transformation had subsided. Pain faded to soreness.

Even with the weight and danger of his claws, he relented when you moved your good hand from the ground to wipe some blood drying on his cheek. He took a long inhale, closing his eyes and easing into your touch. Then, Sylus’s tail caressed your calf, a gentle, unconscious kiss on his part. It was warm and kind, just like the real kiss he’d given you the day before. Despite being covered in rough, sharp armor, he’d yet to even scratch you, and his eyes hadn’t changed - they still watched you for any hint at a need or wish. Only his exterior had changed. “You’re beautiful.” You breathed.

Sylus gasped under his breath. The very notion was incomprehensible. You? Calling him that? Now? He rushed out another quiet apology when his tail slithered around your waist and pulled it flush against his. You didn’t retreat, however. All he could find was a genuine, if not sheepish, smile gazing up at him. Sylus didn’t dare breathe when he felt your fingers touch at the plates on his neck, and he heart all but stopped when you thumbed at his lip, asking for permission.

How could he say no?

“You’re certain?” He asked. You nodded. So, he eased back his lips to let you touch the fangs there, slick and waiting. Sylus, try as he might, couldn’t stop the quaky shiver nor the bone-deep rumble when your fingertip stroked the steel-like enamel. Your eyes were so curious when you saw the glow of the gem in his chest. Fcking hell if he wasn’t in love before, he sure was now, if only because the innocent look in your gaze did something to the blood in his body. His evol was ready to explode. He hoped his voice sounded normal when you took your hand away and all he could say was: “do you know how fascinating you are?”

You watched him hold your wrist, careful to keep his claws off your skin, and kiss you there. “I don’t know about fascinating. . . but. . . when you can, can I get a bandaid?”

[xuntybitxh]

Heyy darling i was wondering if i could request Inho x reader who is younger (ofc over 18) and plays games. And when inho was undercover as player 001.

Let’s say another voting finished and reader was a but scared for night and she asked inho if she can snuggle with him for protection and it ends in some smut (of course if you write that) if not just some cuteness maybe just kissing than

Mr. Young-il

Hwang in-ho x reader

Oneshot!!

Warning: finger, getting eaten out, death, mentions of death, nervous reader, cursing, some angst I think? Sorry if the writing is bad

masterlist!!!

Summary: young-il is one of your team members. He promised to protect you and that's what he does.

Every player stood on the platform as it spun and sang a familiar childhood. You had made it to the 3rd game with the help of your group.

You held young-ils hand since he said he would protect you from now on.

Young-il was like your knight in shinning armor, He was handsome to. He was quite older than you but you didnt

The platform stopped almost causing you to fall. But young-il caught you.

"Ten players"

The lights started flickering as you held onto young-il. You looked around as other groups came to your team

"How many are with you?" Gi-hun asked player 120 (hyun-ju)

"Four" she grabbed her team.

"Hey we are five people!" Another team told gi-hun before they were grabbed by some other group.

Your group combined with 120's group was only 9

"We're running out of time!" You told gi-hun

"We need to go gi-hun" young-il grabbed 456s shoulder.

hyun-ju quickly grabbed player 044 and you all ran off the platform

"Room 44! The light green room!" Gi-hun yelled

"Light green room!" Dae-ho yelled.

Your heart was pumping as you ran with young-il hand in hand. The whole thing felt like a horror movie. It was chaos everywhere. People were getting pushed out of room, they were on the floor.

Everyone ran into the room and the door locked shut. The timer ran out and all you could hear where screams and gunshots.

You were shaking as you looked at the people in your room.

"Every person in here owes me their life!" 044 yelled.

"Oh my...you almost gave me a heartattack" jung-bae sighed, she looked at 222 and her belly. And then glanced at gi-hun

"You are here for a reason. You were draw. By destiny." 044 smiles. You looked out the window of the door and saw the dead bodies get taken out.

"Dont worry, i wont let anything happen to you" young-il reasured you.

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The doors unlocked and a new round began

The music filled the room. You lookrd around, you were so anxious, your palms were sweaty and you clung onto young-il.

"Ring-a, ring-a, ring-a, ring-a,ring-a"

The music suddenly stopped

"Five players" everyone looked around. You counted quickly. It was 6 people, you looked at young-il before he quickly let go of you.

"What? What are you" you muttered.

"4 people i need 4 people!" Young-il walked away.

"Young-il!" You yelled as gi-hun grabbed you.

"Cmon we dont have a choice!" Dae-ho said and You guys ran to a room.

"Young-il!" You yelled out the little window thing trying to see if he was alone.

The doors locked and gi-hun quickly pulled you away as gunshots rung through everyones ears.

"Hes ok" jung-bae reassured you and gi-hun.

You just nodded and went to jun-hee (player 222)

"Are you ok?" You asked player 222 and she nodded "did you hurt the baby?" She shook her head.

You ran out the room once the doors were unlocked.

"Young-il! Young-il!" You shouted. And looked around

"Mr. Young-il!" Dae-ho shouted before young-il came with a smile on his face

You ran to him and hugged him

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" You pushed him

"Oh thank god!" Jung-bae hugged him and everyone smiled.

"I was worried for a second. Im glad you made it" gi-hun nodded

"People say im very friendly you know!" Young-il smiled

"Hey.. so i just realized if the next round is 6 players, we wont need an extra one!" He laughs

"Huh?" Everyone looked around confuses before jung-bae laughed

"Ohh! Becausee the baby" jung-bae explained and everyone laughed

"Oh but what if their twins!" Dae-ho laughed

You smiled and the next round started.

The rest of the rounds were a blurb.. only until the last one. All youremeber was the ladys voice shouting 2 players and young-il was dragging you to a room.

Another player yanked you off of young il. You quickly recovered and saw young-il open the door. You ran inside the room and froze at what you saw.

Young-il quickly came into the room and closed it until he realized what you saw.

"Hey! We were here first!" The man stuttered and looked at young-il.

"W-what do we" you looked at young-il until he put the man into a choke hold.

You stared and held the door closed before it locked shut. You closed your eyes when you heard a crack from the mans neck.

You mumbled something but the gunshots covered over your words.

The round was finally over.

----

You sat next to young-il when voting was happening. You were scared he was going to pick stay. He said he wouldnt but you didnt know if you can trust him

Your still kind of scared of how easy he killed that man

"You know...if i hadnt did what i did we wouldve been dead" young-il spoke in your ear.

"I..." you gulped slightly

"I know... you did what you had to" you nodded quickly

"I dont want you to hate me... i did what i had to." He pointed out.

"I know!" You shouted kind of. You were annoyed of the conversation

"We all have blood on our hands in here. Its fine" you snapped at him before your number was called

"Player 103" the guard spoke and you walked to the machine.

Your sweaty palm smacked the X button and put the patch on.

When it was young-ils turn he looked at you. You made an X with your hands and so did gi-hun. You prayed he would press X, and closed your eyes when you heard the button.

You waited a few seconds when you heard some cheers around you and saw him with the X patch. You let out a sigh of relief and he came to you.

The voting was finally over. Half the players voted to stay here. Once again.

You were kind of mad at 001 because you wouldnt be here if he voted X the first round.

---

Gi-hun made a plan to steal the guards guns and find the control room. You prayed it would work and end the games for good.

The plan was smart but would risk alot of peoples lives.

You were shaken by the thought.

The lights were out and you were silently crying. You wiped your tears and went to young-ils bed.

"Young-il" you stood infront of his sleeping form and shook him a few times

He lets out a groan and opens his eyes "hm?"

"Im scared. Can i...stay with you for now" you whispered.

"Okay" he nods and scoots over for you can lay near him.

You tugged on his blanket and went under it. You were making a bold move but you wrapped an arm around him and put your head on his chest.

His breathing hitched for a moment before he carresed your hair.

"Itll be ok. The plan will work" he whispered sweet things into your ears.

"What if something bad happens to you?" You sat up on your elbow.

He shakes his head "how about... if something does happen. I make up for it now?" He smirked slightly

"What?" You muttered but was cut off when he slammed his lips into yours. You quickly kissed him back, and he got on top of you

"Wait..here?" You quietly smiled. The thought of having sex in public turned you on but you were still scared.

He quickly covered himself with the blanket and tugged your pants and panties to your knees. He hid between your legs and let his tounge work his magic.

You bit your lip trying to not moan. His hands gripped your thighs to make sure you dont squeeze them around his head.

You made all kinds of faces as you tried to not be loud. You let out shaky breaths and gripped the bed sheets. You looked arkund to make sure everyone was asleep but gi-hun was guarding everyone.

You looked the other way to make him not be suspicious. Young-ils tongue slipped into you and his fingers played with your clit. Right before you were about to have an orgasim he got out the blanket. You let out a sigh and rubbed your red face

"Whyd you stop?" You whispered to him and he pulled your pants up. He laid beside you and slipped his hand into your pants

"Its easy like this. And nobody will catch us" he smiled and kissed you next before slipped his fingers into your wet aching pussy. You opened your mouth and gasped.

It was kind of loud but nobody caught it. His fingers where like magic. He knew every spot to hit. Every move to make.

You quickly cummed on his fingers and you let out out a shaky sigh.

He licked his fingers clean and then wiped the rest on his shirt.

You quickly put you hand and his pants and stroked him. You wanted him to be at ease to, since he helped you.

"Thank you... for protecting me. And taking care of me" you hands went into a faster pace. He let out a small whimper.

You smiled and went faster before he let his load out onto your hand. You licked it off and kissed his tip clean.

He went in to kiss you before a scream broke out. You both turned your heads to where the scream was and gi-hun woke everybody up. And warned to hide under the beds.

Your legs were shaky but young-il quickly pulled you under the bed.

Their plan just began, and you did not know the horrors you had ahead of you...all you knew was that young-il better be ok after whatever gi-hun decides.

[easyboyrecliner]

GRAVITY FALLS DR. it’s a full moon outside, the weirdos are out.

edit: this is a introduction on me and who I am in my dr , like a more detailed one

ACT I. THE RANCHERS DAUGHTER

JOLYNE MORGAN, is the only daughter of arthur morgan and his now ex-wife, mary morgan (née linton). proud dog, cat, geese and duck owner and the queen of existential dread. She is the living embodiment of the word awkwardness. (but more on that later)

it was clear from a young age that jolyne was going to be: one, a talented actress. she displayed great skills since kindergarten, where plays around christmas was a tradition. jolyne made many parents cry with her portrayal of mary (though it has to be noted that jolyne always knew that she was hellenic polyethic. greek mythology just spoke to her in a way that no other religion could’ve). or secondly: jolyne would maybe die (not literally speaking) of social anxiety around the age of twenty one. she hates talking to strangers and standing in front of her class presenting. yet she may choose acting as her future career path? or she will become a rancher. or a second anna wintour. depends on her mood really-

jolyne loved animals, from a young age. she had many pets. when uncle dutch and hosea had gifted her bunnies, she was the happiest five year old on earth. those two bunnies, snape and hermione, passed a year later due to a storm. they had a heartattack due to the intensity of the storm. so dutch opted for…geese and ducks. jolyne was happy again. around that time she began to name them after gods. culture didn’t matter, her first few ducks were named after japanese and chinese gods.

she was…a very shy child. when jack marston was born, two years after her, and their parents made them interact jolyne mostly hid behind mary’s leg. the adults laughed, mostly because it was cute. and eventually jolyne and jack became friends, it just took a long while. they shared one same interest…loving comically bad movies. and they bonded over their love for blade (the movie that saved marvel and convinced jolyne that children of aphrodite were real). but well jack could never replace her beloved ashley & crouton. whose parents worked on the ranch and pretty much were a big part in jolyne’s upbringing.

as for her part on the ranch…she mostly tended the animals. too young to do any harsh work and she hated the trucks. jolyne loved the ranch. it was big, a beautiful mountain laid behind the house. a forrest was nearby, where a lake with water as clear as the sky hid. mary would often scold her for sneaking out there with jack and eventually her friends from school.

II. SAINT CAELISTIS

saint caelistis is an elite boarding school for rich kids and nepobabies in montana. jolyne of course attended that school and discovered many things about herself.

firstly; that she absolutely hated math. her brain wasn’t build for it. her brain was build for english, history, philosophy and art. languages! afterall she was in the german, italian & french course! where she discovered that grammar isn’t her strong suit. but nonetheless she remained top in her class (behind jessica and dehavir).

secondly; that’d she’d kill for her friends. not literally though. her friends mostly consist of her class (they were stuck with the same people from grade 5 to 12th, sounds like hell but yk…) and her class was crazy. their class teacher (yk the one who organizes everything) was herr müller. his patience did run thin occasionally, but he loves them. jolyne has many friends, including @miainbetween & @briiverse. (a proper introduction of said friendgroup will follow. the crazy things they did will maybe be discussed)

and jolyne discovered her hatred for rich kids who are stuck up in their own ego and wealth of their parents. she has a lot of beef with certain students who she swore to never think of again.

but hey at least she went to school in the 2000s. the memories were great, as were the clothes and the general vibe.

III. WHO IS JOLYNE?

what defies her? she is the daughter of legendary arthur morgan. she is the daughter who forgets to wear her glasses and runs around slightly blind. actress who stared in the hades game: she voiced dusa. the head maid, floating gorgon head. deeply honored, she surprisingly didn’t manage to flunk it. well dusa’s nervous nature was based off of that of jolyne….

but well, jolyne is best described as shy and awkward. she laughs or giggles at the worst moments known to man and blushes. pretends it never happened and looks suspiciously interested in the nearest object. her brows scrunched together when she is in deep thought. she is best described as sweet, shy, and sympathetic. she is known to be kindhearted, an example being when she assists stan or her dad with carrying stuff.

jolyne loves with all of her heart. she gets hurt easily, acts tuff but if you truly know her you can tell she is sad. just the mere thought of her animals dying gets her crying in no time. and if she loves someone (platonically or romantically) there will be signs, she is all out for gifts and words of affirmation. since she loves her friends so much she is often seen “flirting” with ashley, briana, maria & sebastian. it’s mostly meant as a joke, but oh boy do people take it seriously some time…

she is also a great company and likes to share gossip in her free time. jolyne knows the hottest gossip, mostly because people suspect her to not care? or just because she looks so “innocent?”. but she is never able to express her feelings due to her mildly-strong social anxiety. jolyne is not good at hiding things and can speak without filters. she can’t lie with a straight face and gets defensive really quickly.

her hobbies consists of dancing, acting, drawing, baking & fencing. she also tends the animals at the farm. ghost hunting is also a hobby that counts? she befriends the ghosts…? jolyne is pretty skilled with guns, a trait she inherited from her father. she hates singing, but can sing. just occasionally when the time is right (aka a musical night!). surprisingly hates studying & sometimes she might come across as antisocial when she prefers to work alone on projects. though it’s only because she knows her friends will distract her. but jolyne can overwork her to appease others.

theres too many things that she likes & hates. it is really too much. but know that she loves the princess bride, dirty dancing & moulin rouge. her favorite movies ever. music taste? classical music, she loves waltzes, the Bloodborne soundtrack & type o negative if she watched constantine again. her humor is…something. it’s deadpan, sarcastic & very on the nose.

NEXT UP —>. meet the headaches

her kins:

ash from the mr. fantastic fox movie.

tsukimi kurashita from princess jellyfish.

luna lovegood.

silvermist

and

dusa from hades.

playlist (made by ashley & sylvester) :

summerboy ; lady gaga

hello hello ; elton john & lady gaga

sugar, sugar ; the archies

cinnamon girl ; type o negative

let’s go to bed ; the cure

secret ; the pierces

holding out for a hero ; frou frou

taglist: @katmikaelsendevotee , @salemisha , @snoopysites , @sozhuo , @realitycanbewhateveridesire , @ladigube , @rumitome , @s1ckatheart

[celuere]

hii!!!🩷 i must say this, i've been following your blog since your first ever fic and i'm so so in love with all of them!!! can i please please request a soft smut scene of pregnant reader with arle? reader is just shy about her body and your future dad!arle taking care of her wife is just so 😚😚🤤 thank you and please take care of yourself!!🩷 absolutely adoring your fics!!!

pairing: Arlecchino x pregnant!reader

cw: transfem!arlecchino, fluff, pregnant sex, slight lactation kink, just arle being a sucker for her wife in general

I’m so pathetic for Arlecchino taking care of pregnant wifey, giving me heavy baby fever fr

„There, there… take your time, my love…“, a warm hand sneaked around your own, fingers interlacing as the other one gently guided you by the hip over her lap. Specifically, over her throbbing dick. The leaking cockhead dripping with the proof of her obvious arousal and Arlecchino never had to pull herself together so bad as she did now.

But you were pregnant. And it was you who needed some desperate relief. The libido during your pregnancy kept itself always at a pretty low level- only until recently. It started around two weeks ago with innocent things.

Helping you put your shoes on? You were down. Carrying you up the stairs to your bedroom if your feet hurt? You were down. Gently rubbing the tummy oil over your baby belly after a long day while she tells you about her day? You. Were. Down.

And you thought you went insane in the last two days. You couldn’t even look at her merely talking to one of her agents without wanting to mount her, is this what a heat feels like?

Originally you expected her to decline, maybe even scold you for it to even think about intimacy when you were carrying her child underneath your heart.

Yet, she put her paperwork aside onto the nightstand in an instant.

And now you were already slowly lowering yourself on her cock, prior to having her position you correctly because navigating became a little difficult with a pregnancy belly at the end of its second trimester.

Archons if it weren‘t for her dignity, Arlecchino would have busted a good load already by the time you merely passed her tip. You were so welcoming around her, like home. Only noticing how rapidly her chest rose and sunk back, the Knave was gripping onto her self-restraint with all her might.

„O-oh goodness… P-Peru… a-and you truly like what you‘re seeing…? Y-You don’t have to pretend, r-really…“, an insult would’ve been less offensive to her. To her you looked like a prodigy of beauty, as if Celestia had played favorites when you were created.

„What… a nonsense. You only get more beautiful with each passing day for me, ma cherie… especially with that beautiful belly of yours…”, a hot shiver travelled down your spine as her hand from your hip moved over to the obvious tummy, now rubbing soothing circles with her thumb over your skin. It still baffles her to this day that you‘re actually pregnant- that this is her child you are nurturing inside there. And she was eternally grateful for it. For you.

And you looked so incredibly beautiful to her. A certain glow started to surround you ever since you got wind of the news. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it but it made her want to marry you all over again.

Maybe she just will.

„A-Arle… p-please don’t give me heartattack l-like this…“, you squeezed the cursed hand that was still intertwined with your own, trying to maintain a pace that won’t tire you out immediately but was also satisfying enough for you was harder than you originally imagined. Your swollen breasts only idly moving with your gentle pace, but the embarrassment could’ve been straight from the deepest pits of hell itself when you felt them release the warm milk stored inside them. An annoying occurrence you started noticing with the begin of your libido torture two weeks ago.

„G-god I’m sorry- P-Peruere I am so sorry-”, your voice was faltering every two syllables as you tried to compose the humiliation flooding your body. This was another level of torture.

„Shhhh… this is nothing to apologize for, my flower.“, and she had her lips wrapped around your leaking nipple in no time. Her tongue gliding over the sensitive bud as if she were savoring a gourmet meal. At least you tasted like one to her.

Well. This might be just more fuel to your libido-situation.

[herecomethatboi]

Dbd killers x gn! Reader pt.2

Part two of MC slamming killers against the wall. Now it's MC who gets slammed lol

(I remembered like... A few days ago that I have a Tumblr account and I have 70+ followers??? Oh my god??? I love you guys, and i'm so sorry for delaying this. School, life and my love life just ✨love✨ to make me suffer🥲)

((LET'S GOOO))

The Ghostface:

The cat and mouse play begun, once you heard him giggle like a kid opening Christmas presents. The chase went on for what seemed like hours.

But of course, by the rules of the Entity's Realm, he caught up.

The breath was knocked out of you as you were thrown on your front and you tried to buck him off, although now he remembered he actually has his supernatural strengh to pin you down.

He was huffing, you were out of breath and he turned you -rather harshly- on your back making you grunt. He sat on your stomach, then he raised his knife.

You thought he will stab you in the skull, so you winced and closed you eyes while shielding your face with your arms.

With a swift motion he stabbed it into the ground next to you. You lowered your arms and opened your eyes to see his...face.

The mask was thrown somewhere else.

He had a grin on his face. An arogant, stupid grin on his face.

"Caught you now..." His voice was raspy, like he hasnt used it in a while. "Thought you could run away from me?"

"No, I-"

"I think I should return the favour, no?" He cut you off with a grin. At your lack of response his grin grew. "Not so bold now, hmm?"

You glared up at him and tried to push him off, which made him grab your wrists in his hands and pin them above your head.

"Awh, last time you were rougher, i'm almost disappointed." He giggled again.

That was the last straw, and whatever adrenaline you had in your system came in the form of pushing against him and switching positions.

"I can be rough, just like last time." You grinned down at his stupid face with that stupid grin.

"Oh, please, do go on." He... Pleaded? It sounded like teasing, but the honest begging undertone was so obvious.

So, you kissed him. Pinned his arms down by his wrists, and did the knee thing, which made him shiver.

He pulled back, not expecting you to ACTUALLY do something with him.

"Oh God..." He breathed out. His cheeks were pink, highlighting some of his freckles.

"My name should be what you call." You said as you applied pressure between his legs, which made him arch up just a tiny bit.

"Oh...God..." He moved against your knee, trying to find some release.

"Good boy."

The Entity watched with pop-corn as the scene unfolded.

The Legion, Frank:

You were repairing a gen when he randomly appeared next to you. You jumped back, let out a tiny scream (and had a mini heartattack) making the generator explode, which he laughed at.

"Am I that scary? Come on now." He laughed, you glared at him.

"Oh, should I start listing why a SURVIVOR should be afraid of a KILLER?!?" You asked rather harshly. His laughing turned into snickering.

"Yeah, well, this killer has to remind you where your place is after the last time we met." You were pinned against the gen when he finished that sentence. "After all, i'm a big, scary, merciless killer. Am I not?"

You stared at him with widenes eyes for a moment, then your expression turned blank and you clicked your tongue.

"Says the guy who whimpers like a girl." That did the trick, since he started stuttering non-sense that wasn't helping his case.

"WELL FUCK YOU- you... uh- you- uhm- FUCK- uhmmmm-" You chuckled and waited for him to form a sentence.

He stabbed you angrily and ran away, like the baby he is.

Then, when he got back, he started ranting about you to the Legion, who collectively told him to fuck your brains out or you will.

Frank didn't like that, but kept it in mind.

Michael Myers:

You were alas the last one yet again. You found the hatch, but decided to just sit down next to it and wait.

Michael was nearby, you could feel it.

Ever since... THAT, he's been focusing his attention on you, even in the camp where supposedly, no killer can come too close or enter, you felt that piercing gaze on the back of your head.

It wasn't pleasant, to say the least.

So, you decided to finally have a one-sided conversation with the Shape.

If, he lets you, of course.

It took some time, but he came forward, staring at you then the hatch, then back at you, pointing his knife slightly to your only escape.

"I know, I know, I just... Wanted to talk. If it's okay?" You stood up slowly, he lowered his knife to his usual resting position. "I'm sorry. I know it was shitty of me to do that, and I wanted to know if we could just... Go back to the usual trials?" You asked, unsure of his response.

You certainly didn't expect him to slam you against the wall behind you with a hand around your throat. He wasn't choking you, just holding it, as if you were made out of porcelain.

(Which, to be honest, compared to his strengh, your neck could be considered delecate)

You froze. His breathing was deep, but calculated and slow. He then dropped his knife (which was a surprise) and lifted his mask above his lips.

Then with the same fashion you did, he kissed you forcefully.

You stopped breathing for a moment and tensed up.

The kiss ended just as quick as the last one. Then he pulled his mask back down, let go of your neck and left, leaving his knife behind.

You returned to the camp with his knife hidden away, and shocked.

+Pyramid Head: (Ya'll, he has long tongue🤭)

He's been having bad trials lately. Something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was.

Everything just felt... Off.

Then the trial with you happened.

You were new, a complete stranger, and yet, nothing indicated that you were a bad person who deserved to be punished.

Pyramid had this dawning feeling about some survivors, and you were just the same.

Wrong place, wrong time.

He didn't find it in his soul to make people like you suffer. But sometimes. People like you just piss him off.

He finished off Ada, leaving you injured somewhere on the map. He found the hatch before you, but he ignored it and went after the smell of blood.

Then he found you and with a swift motion you were against the wall.

You tried to fight, which pissed him off some more, making him let out some grunts, but nothing made you stop.

So, he had an idea.

On the front of his head, there's a little opening for his tongue to escape.

So, he did just that and stuck it into your mouth.

It was gross, sure, it didn't feel like a normal tongue, but it was an interesting experience (for him too).

When you stopped, he took out his tongue, tossed you on his shoulder and walked back to the hatch, then he dropped you and left.

He started at his reflection for hours, not knowing WHY he just... Did what he did. But kept that in mind to do it again.

Pyramid could smell the sweet sweet arousal from you, which gave him images he never did and a new hard problem to deal with.

Screw you. (Affectionatelly)

+Evan MacMillan:

Evan had a feeling someone was down in the basement, and he was right. You were there, with your newly found flashlight, frozen in place as he took up the place in the only way for you to escape.

He knew it was over for you, so he took a step toward you, but was met with something hitting his square in the forehead, harshly.

Trapper was stunned the moment you threw a flashlight at him, hitting him on his mask and cracking the top layer off of it.

He almost dropped his weapon at the impact.

He just stood there at the stairs of the basement while you looked between the flashlight on the floor and him, mortified.

Evan huffed and marched to you, which made you let out a panicked noot noot and tried to avoid his reach, which was useless.

He grabbed you, but he didn't expect to be met with the sheer force of adrenaline from you and be slammed against the hooks pillar (is it a pillar???).

You grabbed his mask, threw it away, grabbed his face and kissed him.

He just froze up, not knowing what in the nine Hells he's suppose to do.

Then, you were running away.

The kiss was... Something else for him. Which made him hide in the basement, and just rethink his life decissions.

[nickeverdeen]

hello! I really enjoy reading ur work, so I’m wondering if I could request a TUA (the umbrella academy) preference where the reader confesses their feelings during an argument (they aren’t dating yet) no pressure ofc <3 thank u sm for being a good writer!!

Thanks for requesting!!! And thanks for those words, I might be slower at writing considering I have school tests everyday, well I mean I’m in law school so what was I expecting-

Anyway, thanks a lot for everything 🫶

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Confessing your feelings to Umbrella Academy members during an argument

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TW: Cussing, mention of injury, drugs, sometimes cliché

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You = white text

Luther = blue text

Diego = red text

Allison = pink text

Klaus = orange text

Five = green text

Ben = also green text, but cursive (‘cause I’m running out of colors)

Viktor = purple text

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Luther Hargreeves

This takes place in season 1

The argument was pretty simple

You just wanted him to shut up for like 5 seconds about the moon and stop defending Reginald and digging into his death

You two were currently standing in the “meeting room” in the Umbrella Academy along with others discussing how Reginald died. Sure you weren’t part of this family, but you were invited anyway. Why you had no idea, maybe ‘cause you were a family friend?

“Jesus Christ Luther, stop digging into it so much. It was a heartattack, calm down” you rolled your eyes sighing as you agreed along with others that Reginald died of a heart attack.

“Oh so you’re on their side now? Even my best friend, great” he chuckled at the irony rolling his eyes. “Well I wonder why” Diego sneered. Soon the whole room started arguing about it, you’ve had enough of this. They were adults so they should act like it

Standing up from your seat you shook your head whistling which only caught Viktor’s and Allison’s attention… not what you wanted.

“Shut the fuck up!” You finally yelled and they all grew silent except for Diego who insulted his brother and you before storming off. “We’re all adults yet you all act like kids. Get your shit together” you sighed frustrated.

With that Luther got up and took few steps towards you “You don’t have a say in this. Dad was murdured, and last time I checked I was on the Moon to-“ Luther started but got cut off by you

“Luther, for the love of god, as much as I love you, shut up about the Moon and stop defending him” You rolled your eyes making Viktor raise his eyebrows suprised

Luther stood there kidna offended at first before realizing what you said “Wait what?” You just cussed under your breath. This is gonna be a long day.

At first Allison was kidna jealous for sure, but slowly joined Klaus with sometimes teasing you. You had a lot of explaining to do.

Diego Hargreeves

This takes place in season 2

Along woth others you had enough of Diego thinking about J. F. Keneddy 24/7

It was another night at Elliot’s and here you were, sitting in a corner across the room from Diego with Five between the two of you. You all were watching a tape Hazel gave Five before dying, a man on a grassfield was standing there when the president is getting shot.

To be honest you rightfully along with Lila who was sitting near you had no idea who this is unlike the two boys who seemed shocked at it

“Uh guys? Wanna also tell us who that is?” You asked awkwardly with Lila nodding slightly only to hear a whisper “dad” escape their mouths at the same time.

“Do you see this? That’s dad and he is the one who killed the president” Diego turned to you with a serious expression “Oh here we go” You rolled your eyes crossing your arms. “How can you know for sure that it was him? It doesn’t look like he’s holding a gun” you just shrugged leaving Diego frowning

“Do you even listen to me? That’s a proof that he is the killer!” Diego stood up pacing around the room

“And you know that how? He-“ you get cut off as he looks at you sharply, if you didn’t know him you’d think he’s crazy

“Take it easy, Diego” Five said calmly trying to ease the situation, but of course it didn’t help. “He is the killer! Don’t you hear me?! The evidence is right here!” Diego yells at you pointing at the tape

“Oh for fuck’s sake, you don’t wanna tell me that I fell for a madman” You scoffed crossing your arms taking a step towards him and he took a small step back as he processed what you said

“Well that’s an awkward silence” Lila said chuckling slightly, but none of you spoke until Five told you both that there’s no time for these things right now and you both followed him out to wherever you guys are going

“We’re not done with this conversation” Diego said, but not so agressively, more calmly yet of course not softly as it ain’t in his nature.

Allison Hargreeves

This takes place in season 3

You were starting to get really annoyed with her, but when you caught her trying to rumor herself in the mirror to be happy you couldn’t be angry or upset with her at that moment

You and other Hargreeves siblings were just miding your own businesses, but you did notice that Allison was missing. At first you didn’t make a big deal out of it, she was being really annoying, but still that didn’t mean that you didn’t care about her. You were on this crazy Hargreeves rollecoster since the very beggining and they were all very dear to you.

So here you were looking through the whole hotel for her, you were starting to give up before you heard a glass break in the bathroom.

Slowly you stepped in and that’s when you witnessed it. “I heard a rumor that you were happy” Allison said trying to rumor herself through the mirror you weren’t sure if it’d work, but you sure as hell were concerned by now, you were aware that she had a hard time, but this was really bad.

“Allison?” You stepped in properly after seeing that it doesn’t work

Allison slightly jumped at the sudden voice, she didn’t need to turn around to know that it’s you “What do you want?”

Her words were sharp, but you tried to ignore the feeling and took few steps closer, your eyes inspecting her bloody hand from the distance. “Are you okay…?” You asked slowly unsure if she wants to open up

She just scoffed rolling her eyes as she faced you “Since when do you care?” You didn’t like this defensive side of her, but you knew that loving her means loving her even at her worst

“I always cared, Al-“ getting cut off Allison stood up properly frowning “No you didn’t. You don’t care that Claire’s dead, you don’t care that both my husbands are dead! You don’t care at all!”

She shouted obviously getting irritated by your words even though they were honest. “Allison that’s not true!” You tried to argue back “I care about you and mainly your wellbeing! You need help-“ “I don’t need help! Now get out!” She cut you off once again taking few steps towards you, but you didn’t really take any steps back and stood your ground

“Yes you do! You’re even rumoring yourself to be happy! You’re not alright at all!” You took a deep breath taking few steps towards her as well “Just let me help you!” You looked up at her, but she wasn’t calming down any time soon and you knew that. “And why would you want that?! To impress others with your comforting skills?! Make me feel even worse?!”

She shouted, she knew damn well that she doesn’t mean it and knew that she’s being a bitch right now, but she couldn’t stop. She was hiding her pain and anger deep down inside of her for too long and even though she didn’t want to, she just had to let it out on you. Not ‘cause she wanted to, but ‘cause you were closest and she knew you’d forgive her overtime, plus you understood her and she just had to let everything out despite knowing it’s not heathly for neither of you.

“No! Of course not! Allison I love you and don’t want you to suffer! Please…”

You were more calm at the end, but got confused when she shut up and just stared at you in shock before it hit you that you just confessed

“What?” She asked blinking in confusion, but also a neutral voice “Allison… I love you” you repeated making sure she knows you don’t mean just as friends

“Please don’t… I’ll just lose you too. Stop” she mumbled shaking her head, she couldn’t take another loss

“You won’t lose me” you stood up on your tip-toes and kissed her just shortly and slightly of course, you didn’t wanna scare her. “Now let me help you with your hand” you took her bloody hand and started tending it knowing that Allison isn’t ready for a relationship just yet so you didn’t expect her to say it back right now, but you knew that she did love you.

Klaus Hargreeves

This takes place in season 1

You catch Klaus stealing in the Academy from his father on the funeral day

“Klaus? Wha- what are you doing?” You laughed seeing him under his father’s table where Reginald kept all his work

“Oh Y/N! How nice it is to see youuuuu” He sounded high and he probably was, but then again he had every reason to get high, but that doesn’t mean you approved of it

Klaus quickly reached for a hug which you with a sigh accepted “Klaus you’re high again” you crossed your arms rolling your eyes. “We talked about this”

“But those bitches are everywhere and it’s just so much better” he smiled amd you had to chuckle at his silliness “Give me the drugs” you held out your hand raising eyebrows “Oh you want it too????”

He asked and gave it to you and you just threw it out of the window “What’re you doing?!” He exclaimed with wide eyes “Helping you. Now go wash your face.”

You said clearly pissed off by his behaivor “Y/n! I need those!!!” He whined making you roll your eyes “No, you don’t. You need therapy, along with this whole family of yours” you stated clearly

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” He whined “You don’t understand what I’m going through when I’m clean!” He suddenly yelled at you making you raise your eyebrows

“No Klaus, you don’t understand what I’m going through when I see the man I love somewhere begging for drugs instead of trying to get a real help!”

You argued back, but he stopped “What?”

Five Hargreeves

This takes place in season 3

You both didn’t pick the same side when Reginald asked you all who’s for saving the world and who’s against it - you voted for saving the world while he didn’t

“Are you serious?” You looked at Five frowning confused as he stood on the other side. “Five, after all this time of trying to save the world you’re just gonna give up on the only chance we have ‘cause your older you told you so?”

You scoffed shaking your head and he frowned stepping closer to you “Y/N I am doing the right thing. Right, we’ve been trying to save the world this whole time and did we manage to change something? Nein! It’s over and over the same” Five frowned stepping closer to you

Unaware of the small distance between you two you stepped closer too and looked down at him “I’m not just gonna sit here and wait for the world to end with a boy I fell for and see him die. Five just come on and try this! One more time”

You sighed and tried to plea him, but to no vail as he didn’t budge “”Boy I love”? Please don’t bring that cocky shit-” “Maybe we should all calm down, alright?” Viktor tried to diescelate the situation, but failed as you and Five ignored him and kept arguing.

“You think you’re always right, hm? You are a child, you-” However you cut him off with a sneer “A child? That’s rich coming from you” Five took a deep breath and looked up at you his height making it impossible for him to look you straight in the eyes without looking up. “Y/N I love you, but you’re starting to seriously piss me off-“ He shut up as you all realized that another wave of Kugablitz is coming and had to run. Sure you two were gonna have to sort things out

Ben Hargreeves

This takes place in season 2

He got angry ‘cause you keep diapproving of him possesing Klaus’ body

(Btw Y/N can see Ben here)

“Am I talking to Ben or Klaus?” You asked annoyed not seeing Ben anywhere so you just assumed that he posessed Klaus’ body which was sitting on the floor

“Hey Y/N! It’s Ben! God I’m so glad you came I couldn’t find you at the courtyard” he got up and hugged you tightly, but you could still feel that it’s Klaus’ body which wasn’t ideal at all. You didn’t like it and you were over this conversation many times

“Ben… you do realize that I can see you just like Klaus can, right?” You sighed shaking your head in disapproval “But it’s not the same! In a body-“ he starts but you just cut him off

“In any body I can’t see you, but the person whose body it is, Ben” you sighed shaking your head “But Y/N, you don’t understand… being ghost.. it’s as if I’m nothing” He took few steps closer to you, but you just backed up

“Y/N, please just listen… you don’t know what it’s like!” Suddenly he snaps. That’s very out of character of him. “God, Ben. You don’t get it do you?! I don’t love the body you are in, I love you when you’re yourself, Ben!”

You shook your head frowning and andead silence falls in the room and you soon hear him parting from Klaus’ body

“Aw man, I feel like I’ll throw up” Klaus moans and backs up. You ignore him whimpering and just focus on Ben who’s too stunned to speak.

It’s gonna be a long day…

Viktor Hargreeves

This takes place in season 2

Y/N is helping Five look for others so they’d get them all to the suitcase in time, but Viktor insists to go back for Sissy and Harlan

You kept driving around couple of blocks looking for your best friend - Viktor - literally everywhere

Driving on a road leading away from Sissy’s farm you were slowly losing all hope, but for Viktor’s sake and your mental stability’s sake you kept going, you had to find him.

Driving away you saw another car passing by you and Viktor in it. Immediately you stopped in a way that your car - well a stolen car that you claim to be yours - died. Viktor on the other hand stopped slowly

“Viktor? Thank God, where were you?!” You were quick to hug him before he even had a chance to get out of the car properly

“Jesus! Y/N what are you doing here?” Obviously strandled a bit Viktor pulled away and rubbed your shoulder a bit “What’s going on?”

“Five found a way to get back home! No apocalypse or anything like that, we can go back!” You quickly explained and started walking towards your car, but stopped when you realized he wasn’t following “Viktor?” He shifted in his place thinking “I hate to tell you this, but we only have fifteen minutes-“ you started, but he cut you off

“I’m taking Sissy and Harlan” Viktor practically stated “What? Viktor you can’t do that, their disappearance could have major concequences” you shook your head looking back at your watch. 13 minutes.

“What consequences would it create if we’d just take a farm boy and woman with us?” Viktor obviously had enough and he headed back to his car “We don’t have time for that Viktor!” You pulled him by his arm back and he only snatched it away “Viktor don’t” you warned him shaking your head, true you don’t have powers, but he doesn’t have to know that

“What’s so wrong about this? I love Sissy and am not leaving her!” You knew he did. He loves Sissy, but you kidna were in denial. “What?” He looked at you still angry, but more confused now that you’re silent. 2 minutes.

“Sissy isn’t the only one who loves you, you idiot” you said and got into your car, but Viktor stopped you by your hand

“What?”

[nanami-is-nanamean]

Thinking abt a college slut bad boy nanami, who did all the things in college to try and really badly cope with the bs he experienced in hs-- drugs, alcohol, tats, piercings, clubbing, parties, sex, etc. And then cleaning up his look when he gets into the job market so thoroughly that whatever traces nanami had in the world looks like the perfect picture of the perfect average salaryman, never mind the fact that he shuffled around all his soc med data, privated all the risque posts and accounts, wiped his main acc clean and used that as a mask of "i am a regular person with a regular life" and not "ive ripped a line off 7 guys dicks in a single night inside an abandoned building we broke into to host a rave". Just. The most average guy ever.

And gojo, when they get together, slowly finding about nanamis college years and getting a heartattack with every new story he gets that noone will ever believe him for like--theyre in the middle of a mission and nanami goes "follow me, i know this area really well" and gojo doing so and replying "you havent had any missions in this area though, how do you know this place so well??" And nanami replying "oh this is the area where i accidentally got into an illegal street racing group. I taught them how to hot wire a car, and we proceeded to book it from the police when they caught a whiff of what we were doing." Nanami proceeds to point to a wrecked wall. "Huh, guess they never repaired where the car crashed." And moves on

MEANWHILE gojos over there like "wAIT WHAT-- what do you MEAN ILLEGAL STREET RACING GROUP? how tf did you even get INVOLVED with an ILLEGAL STREET RACING GROUP?? Also that wrecked wall looks INSANE--did you walk out of that car crash fucking mangled wHAT--"

Nanami never elaborates.

[bigmacari]

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Cassandra Jones x Gen Reader

Starting Relationship Headcanons

Romantic

☆Warning(s) Mention of Blood!

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

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

☆ Cassandra is... a very intense woman

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

"HANG OUT WITH ME, NO TAKE BACKS"

Finger in your face and everything.

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

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

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

Something about "upping her rank" or something.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And gave you a heartattack.

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

Then she would get competitive.

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

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

Also called herself a God lmao??

Anyways...

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

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

(Wait, what?)

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

(Okay this is a problem)

She thinks you gave her the flu or something.

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

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

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

Like

"Hey Cass? You wanna hang o-"

"NO, TRAINING, BYE"

"Okay...?"

Lmao

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cassandra tenses up more.

Thats when she finally looks at you.

And. She. Is. RED.

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

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

Well

Mumbles

"...what did you say?"

"I SAID DATE ME YOU MORON"

I mean, how could you say no?

☆ !REQUESTS OPEN! ☆

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[femdomlieeh]

Wearing a skirt for you pt. 2 (m)

Sub!Seventeen (maknae line) x Dom!GF!Reader

WARNINGS—boys wearing skirts/dresses ✧ dom/sub dynamics ✧ praise ✧ degradation ✧ name-calling ✧ pet names (master, mistress, mommy, baby boy, kitten/kitty, prince/princess)

NOW PLAYING—Bounce Back ✧ Little Mix

SCENARIO—GF asks them if they can wear/try on a skirt

A/N. Hyung line ver.

M.LISTS—random idols ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

All rights reserved © femdomlieeh

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이석민 / dk / dokyeom / seokmin

He would be such a cute, blushy baby boy when he heard your request. He'd choke on his strawberry milk and ask you to repeat what you said in case he was hallucinating or heard you wrong. When you confirmed you really wanted to see him in a dress or skirt he would be as pink as his drink. His wonderful smile would be on display for you because he had been curious about this stuff for a while.

"C-Can you say that again, Mommy?" he asked with a nice voice.

"Don't you think you would look so so pretty in a skirt/dress?"

"M-M-Maybe. I can try one for you, Mommy," he stuttered with red cheeks and a huge smile covered by a hand out of embarrassment.

He will get more comfortable with it overtime but it will never fail to make him blush and feel cute.

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김민규 / mingyu

Mingyu would be so blushy. Big boy wouldn't know what to say. Were you trying to give him a heartattack? He was never one to be embarrassed, but he would be red when you said what you said. He liked feeling small in your presence. He liked being humiliated by you. He liked getting orders from you. With no doubt he'd put on a skirt/dress for you too.

"Who are you?"

"Your slut," he whispered.

"Louder."

"I'm Mommy's little slut," he moaned as he felt your hand go up his naked thigh under the skirt.

This one is a bit shy about making moves or doing anything without your orders, so you'll have to bring it up if you want to see him wearing anything like that in the future. But don't worry, he's just waiting for you to tell him and he'll put on a matching set of a crop top and short skirt for you.

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徐明浩 / the8 / minghao

Minghao wears crop tops sometimes so it wouldn't be too out of his comfort zone to try on a skirt/dress. He would feel more comfortable putting on a skirt/dress if you asked him to do so because then he knows you're into that or at least curious and interested — he wouldn't take the first step though just in case you didn't like it. But he's been waiting for this and is therefore prepared and has a sexy skirt hiding in his closet already.

"Can I wear one of your skirts/dresses, Mami?" he batted his eyelashes innocently.

"Of course."

He went to your room and when he came out you didn't expect to see him in stockings too.

"Dirty Kitty."

This will become regular. He will surprise you in your skirt or new skirts and pair them with crop tops, thigh highs and garters etc. And whenever he's feeling like a bad kitten he will send you nudes with your favourite skirt on.

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부승관 / seungkwan

Seungkwan would do anything for a kiss even if it's something he doesn't quite get yet like wearing a skirt/dress. But he was the goodest boy for you after all so he would try with an open mind. He'd be pretty nervous though, because he'd want to be pretty for his Mommy so it's important to encourage him with your support, love and kisses. Praise your Babyboy and he'll be even gooder — if possible.

"Do I get more kissies, Mommy?" he gave you puppy eyes and puckered up his lips.

Who were you to deny this precious angel?

His face brightened up and he happily put on the feminine clothing item.

"Do I look pretty for you, Mommy?"

He'll surprise you with a cute skirt or dress every now and then when he's missed you extra much, or if he's in deep need of your attention. Give him your love, he deserves it.

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최한솔 / vernon / hansol

He would try to joke around a bit to lighten up the mood or try to hide his real feelings about it. In reality he would be so damn shy about it, because it might've been something he'd seen in a dirty clip or pic before. And he maybe had a thought about surprising you in a crop top one night (taking baby steps) before you even asked him to put on the skirt/dress. He would be grateful he was in a relationship where you were comfortable enough with each other to try new things.

"You look cute," you played with the edge of his skirt.

"T-Thank you, Mommy," he stuttered and blushed.

He will not be shy to introduce new sides of himself. You two will make mental lists of things you want to try out because you know you can trust each other and have fun.

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이찬 / dino / chan

He would shake his head and be against it the exact moment it came out of your mouth. This brat would decline in a bad manner too. He wasn't that unholy, right? But he only acted bratty because he wants you to be meaner to him. If he heard your stern tone he would put on a skirt/dress it in a split second. Although the idea of using skirts/dresses isn't the sexiest thing he could think of, he certainly wouldn't mind giving you a lapdance with one on, it would be a win-win situation.

"Nope."

"Put it on. Now," you used the voice he didn't dare go against.

"Yes, Mommy."

Putting on a dress/skirt as you edge him will be his go-to punishment if he misbehaves — which happens often — because it's a bit humiliating to him. But he'll enjoy it more than he'd like to admit.

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[queenie-the-court-jester]

circus x gn!reader

ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please, raise your hands for tonight's star act, mx.maddox and the wanderer's!

★Waking up in a thick black fog was not something you'd ever expect to happen to you. Looking around, Spotting a circus in the distance, was pretty much your only hope of finding a way out. What were they doing out here? Were they in the same boat as you? Regardless, you just hoped they're nice..

★kri was the first to meet you, having found you wandering around outside the circus tents, he quickly introduced himself and asked you where you came from. After explaining your predicament, he nodded in thought

"gee.. that sounds rough.. but don't worry, I'm sure Maddox will know what to do, come with me!"

★Maddox had been stuck in the circus for a long while, along with the other residents. Kri opened the flap into his tent and quickly explained the situation.

"I'm sorry for your predicament young one.. but im afraid we don't know any way out.. on the other hand, you are welcome to stay and be apart of the circus"

★having no other options you accepted, kri excitedly dragging you to the nursery, where all the children and young adults stayed. He introduced you to jiro, Kyo and wendy. Explaining how the four of them were the clowns

★jiro welcomed you with a kind smile, and nodded his head as greeting. You noticed how he didn't seem like much of a talker, preferring to watch and listen

"welcome y/n, I hope you enjoy your stay here"

★Kyo was obviously the most energetic of the bunch, happily blabbering about whatever and making horrible jokes. His friends only gave a small laugh and pat on the back

"it's great to see a new face, come to me if you need a picker upper okay?"

★and last but not least, Wendy. She stayed quiet, giving a shy smile and looking away whenever you'd make eye contact. She shook your hand and soon left, having seemed uncomfortable

"don't mind her... She just needs time getting used to everything, she'll come around"

★they assigned you a bed, and that's how your life at the circus started. Everyone was very welcoming, everyone but wendy. Often staring at you wearily and from a distance. 'Till one night, she came into your tent after everyone went to sleep

"shhh.. I'm sorry for bothering you this late butI need to talk to you.."

"..okay? What is it you need?"

"I'm sorry if I've been coming off as.. distant.. it's just.. you remind me of something that feels so familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.."

"oh..."

"..as you already know, everyone calls me wendy, so you can too I guess.. sorry, did that come off as cold? I'm not really used to Talking to new people.. a-anyways, if you need anything, or if you have any questions.. you can come to me"

"I'll.. keep that in mind, thank you Wendy"

★she gives you a smile and leaves soon after, quickly rushing away. The next few days, she slowly starts talking to you. Opening up bit by bit

"you know.. everyone calls us the dream team, but I really don't think we're suitable for that name. Even Maddox calls us a nightmare!"

"yeah, because you're the main factor to that assumption"

"Wendy.."

"...sorry"

★during your stay with them, you learned that Wendy showed up at the circus just a few days before you, no wonder she seemed so distant. Sometimes she'd say random words in Spanish, most likely cussing kyo out

★their roles in their act goes like this: jiro and kri are the sideshow, doing tricks and all sorts of things while Kyo and wendy were the mains. Acting out many silly stories and using slapstick humor most of the time.

★the first time you saw them in their costumes you nearly had a heartattack. Imagine seeing four scary looking clowns just staring at you ominously from the darkness

★they perform for these shadow people that would come to the circus, nobody knows what they are or why they show up, but there were rumours that once, long ago, the previous circus inhabitants refused to perform for them and.. well.. they had to be "replaced"

★during one of the dream teams acts, you wandered off. Exploring the back tents and dressing rooms when you came across multiple people you recognized, from when they all welcomed you into their little family

★a ballerina named Odette, who was next in line for the show. She seemed sweet as she waved at you from her dressing room, waving back you quickly left

"oh! Hello y/n, do you need something?"

★samson the beast tamer, a peculiar cocky man. He bowed as he dragged a lion by a chain collar behind him. You sincerely hoped they didn't mistreat the animals like other circuses, but judging by the lions calm and obedient attitude, maybe it was domesticated?

"good day sweets"

★will the stuntsman. He gave you a devilish grin as he passed by you, carrying some metal pipe. Giving a wave and smile in return

"see ya later toots!"

★maybe living in the circus won't be so bad..?

[dragonridernoobie]

(2012)Master splinter x a younger male reader?

Ok, I don't know what you want (Y/N) to be but I will do my own thing. I hope you like it!

2012 Splinter X Male Reader

Master Splinter had 4 sons. Michelangelo, donatello, leonardo, and rafael. He raised them since they were babies. He showed them how to fight, cook, know right from wrong, and how to live in a world of humans who fear them.

Though, over the years, they learned how to be friends with some humans, and they now hang with them full time in the sewers. Master Splinter was never more proud since his boys were showing that not all mutants were monsters.

Through the years, his boys went through alot of stuff. Like fighting the crang (idk how to spell it since I'd if it is called krange or krang) going into space, back in time, and more.

One thing he was not expecting was his boys to bring him a small Mutant baby. They found it in a crang laboratory.

Master Splinter taking it in immediately, this little boy reminding him the time were his 4 sons were babies. Though, he mostly took it since his boys don't know how to care for a baby.

When Master Splinter took this little Mutant as his own, he immediately started to feed it and everything.

He named this little Mutant (Y/N). He was a very cute Mutant.

Master Splinter showed his boys how to care for a baby to, so they would know how to.

When it was time to change dippers though, Master Splinter never seen his boys clear a room so fast before.

He decided to use that as a threat when they misbehaving.

It works extremely well.

He let's his sons baby sit (Y/N) but there were times were he head a near heartattack since they did things that were not baby safe.

Like skateboarding while holding (Y/N) or doing parkor while holding (Y/N).

Though, even if the brothers are sometimes crazy with their younger brother, they are the best big brothers to.

They help (Y/N) with his work, how to fight, and beat up anyone who is mean to their brother.

Without letting Master Splinter know.

The family just got a lot bigger but better.

When Amy comes to meet their little brother, she immediately fell in love with him

She named her self (Y/N)s aunt and best friend.

Jacky (i think that's what his name is) shows (Y/N) how to play hockey but wasn't allowed to babysit (Y/N) alone anymore since the first and only time he did, he used (Y/N) as a golly for a hockey ring.

It was a wierd family but a perfect one.

You (Not my art)

[barrenclan]

I GOT THE DREAM CURSE. It was supposedly the last page of the comic, and it starts off with Pinewing in the nursery with kits, three black kits that are his and Cormorantleaf's. Apparently a lot of time has passed since the last issue, maybe like 2 or 3 years, and suddenly there is this yowling outside. They go to see whats up, and you realize this isn't barrenclan territory, but like a lush rainforest type of terrain, and cootstorm is on the ground convulsing and then she dies. There is a medic that i just dont recognize that was trying to heal her, but it just didnt work. Apparently the medic thinks it was some sort of heartattack because Redstar (who dropped her leader name) got into some argument with her. Then i find out that like Barrenclan all split off and oddly enough Redstar, Pinewing, Cormorantleaf, and Cootstorm ended up staying together, and they joined a clan of cats that all had defiance origins but strayed together. Pinewing talks about how Slug and Daf went their own way, and Black, Night, and the kits went together. Its never mentioned what happened to the sisters but its implied they died?? Then you get introduced to the new cats of the clan and pinewing talks abt his opinion on them, but then he suddenly feels sick and cormorant is asking him whats wrong and like... suddenly he begins to literally drown?? Pine is drowning but there is no water anywhere, and water is just pouring out of his mouth and he cant breath, AND THEN HE JUST DIES AND THATS HOW THE ISSUE ENDED AND IN MY DREAM YOU WERE LIKE "and thats the end of barrenclan! lmao!"

Frightening! What an ending!

Oh god that literally is my worst nightmare. I dread to think what the Erins would do to Slugpelt's character.

Hmm a furry AU would be fun. And you're honestly not far off with the comic being set in the 80s or 90s, haha.

It just sounds to me like he's having a nice time.

[platonic-writer]

Ok ok so I have an idea, how about headcanons on Dottore with gn child if they got kidnapped, like I can just imagine him destroying everything and everyone in his path just so he can find them. Also if your not comfortable in writing kidnapping a minor that's fine <3

Ooo this is gonna be so fun to write!!!sorry it took so long 😭🙏LIKE I FORGOT MY PASSWORD

Your Request has been made!☆

KIDNAPPED GN! CHILD READER & PLATONIC DOTTORE

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You really didnt mean to go outside without your dad's clones!

It just... kinda happened?

But its okay you know damn well that your dad won't take long

Dottore wasnt a sentimental person, really he wasnt supposed to even get attached to a dumb and actually lovely kid

The moment he realized his dumb kid wasn't with anyone he grinned

Afterall they thought that a harbinger probably wouldn't care if a dumb kid went missing

And dottore knew he could take his time with finding you, i mean cmon he had the most oblivious kid that ever existed

Meanwhile with gn!reader

" Mister weasel... i don't wanna question your way of styling your own hair... but what is that..?σ(^_^;)?" -gn!reader

" what. WDYM MY HAIR? JOHN WHY DID WE KIDNAP THIS FUCKER?" -weasel looking ahh

" i dont know. You do look like you have a weasel on yo head tho.( ・_ゝ・)"-John

Yeah no the kidnappers want yo ass gone

But a job is a job so they gotta do what they gotta do

The moment they do hurt you, you yourself know that your dad won't spare them

" r.i.p on yall i hope yall survive(ﾟ_ﾟ)"-gn!reader

It wouldn't be a surprise if dottore suddently had more Subjects for his experiments

Yes you watch it, and yes you get to stabby stab them

Id think dottore would double the security on gn!reader and always try to be with them to protect them, he would also carry different kinds of sugar to distract you sometimes if it gets a bit too graphic for his kid

A kidnapped reader is no problem for dottore, i mean he has clones to help search for the kid

Dottore can't stand gn!reader, his child, to ever get hurt so he may aswell try to make you immortal

After some time gn!reader starts to just always try to get kidnapped

Dottore can't take all the heartattacks anymore

"WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS GETTING KIDNAPPED!?"-dottore

"dunno ┐('～`;)┌"- gn!reader

Sneaky little child just wants attention from her dad

Dottore with his fucked up mind actually finds it good that gn!reader keeps getting kidnapped because he can be their savior, because logically if he saves you, you will adore your dad more (--->or that's what he thinks)

Summary: He will always love you even if you're a bratty child who keeps trying to get kidnapped. He will always get panicked tho when he hears that you've been kidnapped. He's now paranoid and has to keep you in his line of sight. He's a Helicopter parent who loves his child dearly and would do whatever he could for said child.

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THANK YOU FOR READING THIS!! i have to get used to writing again after so long- again sorry for not posting much;((　｀□´)

( there will come even more headcanons from now. FRFR)

[iridescent-solstice]

Pst @graciebasie . . . remember Rockstar!Asra? Cause he def remembers you.

❝ Locked in the hotel There's some things that never change ❞

Sighing you lean forward on your elbows, watching intently as he sings. Standing behind the studio's glass window, you were tasked with adjusting and tweaking the audio ever so slightly when needed. That was your job. To make sure everything ran smoothly behind the scenes. So, Asra was absolutely perfect for his fans. Not like he wasn't that all on his own. You could see why the viewers kept requesting for this cover. The song Senorita in his normally soft and airy voice was already enough serotonin to provoke a heartattack . . . but when he adds an air of intimacy into the mix? Instant kill. No chance for recovery left . . .

The relationship between you two was strictly professional but even you couldn't deny the thousands of compliments his fans would spew in the comment section. And with the studio completely empty today as per his request. You could freely admire him without the fear of getting caught. Something something about feeling more at ease with just you by his side. Normally you'd be against it, but he was far too insistent this time, so you gave in. Just this once though. Usually, you’d be his side to give feedback and not behind the glass fiddling around with buttons, but today the camera was turned on. Unfortunately, it was only a few feet away from you. Turned towards Asra so there'd be no chance of any eye contact. Not even accidental. He wasn't a fan of staring directly into the camera or even in its general direction.

❝ You say we're just friends But friends don't know the way you taste, la-la-la ❞

Stunning. Is the only adjective that would do justice when Asra’s like this. Always in a world of his own when he’s singing. He really is passionate about his craft, and it definitely shows.

An angel. That’s what he looked like, well he always did, but especially under the ambient lighting you choose today. His golden-brown skin glitters as the light bounces off his thick golden choker. His fluffy white hair messy yet stylish in a way only he can manage to pull off. Not to mention the way he grips his guitar while rocking his hips every now and then. He must be aware of what he's doing. There's no other reason he'd be grinning to himself as he sang if he wasn't. In a good mood, you note. Whatever he's thinking about must be exciting because he can't stop smiling to himself. His dimples even more prominent due to the halo effect behind him. His signature baggy white shirt is rolled up at the sleeves leaving his arms exposed for everyone's viewing pleasure. Biceps flexing every now and then, while one slender hand grips the base of the guitar as the other skilfully toys with the strings.

You flinch when he suddenly turns towards you. Scrambling, you look down at the soundboard. Did you miss a lighting cue? Highly unlikely, but then again . . . You have been extremely distracted today. However, that didn’t seem to be the case at all. So confused you glance back only to be hit with a sight for sore eyes. His paralysing hypnotic eyes locked onto you make you freeze like a deer caught in headlights. Furrowing your brows you make a questioning expression as if to ask what's wrong. Confusion only growing when he continues to sing as if he's not acting extremely out of character. It's only when his eyelashes flutter sinfully, a grin twitching at his lips while he tilts his head back with a low lidded stare that you realise what's going on . . . He's singing to you.

❝ Ooh, I should be runnin' but Ooh, you keep me coming to ya ❞

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @kodaswrld ]

This drabble had me in a chokehold. I hope I did the concept justice!

[twdgrxmes]

Summer of Sin - Dbf Joel Miller x Reader (Part 2)

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: None tbh, making out?

The bar was nothing like the ones near campus. No pulsing bass or sticky floors or packs of sweaty undergrads screaming over each other for tequila shots. This one was smaller, quieter — tucked into the edge of town like it had always been there. Old neon signs glowed in the windows, their buzz faint under the soft drawl of country music playing inside. It smelled like cheap beer, wood polish, and something fried — comforting, in a way that made your shoulders ease as soon as you stepped through the door.

You spotted her instantly.

Carly was perched at the corner of the bar, waving a long-nailed hand like she’d been waiting all night. Her hair was piled on top of her head in that signature messy bun, gold hoops glinting in the low light. Same infectious smile, same denim jacket, same way of looking at you like no time had passed.

“There she is!” she hollered, sliding off her stool and wrapping you in a too-tight hug that smelled like peach body spray and nostalgia.

You laughed into her shoulder. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“And you’re a whole damn grown woman,” she said, pulling back with a grin. “Look at you, all glowy and shit. College did you good.”

“Still figuring things out,” you said, shrugging. “But yeah. It helped.”

“Sit. Drink. Tell me everything.”

You obeyed, letting her shove a margarita glass toward you. The salt stung a little as you took your first sip — tart and cold, grounding. Carly was already rattling off stories: who’d gotten married, who’d broken up, who was secretly dating who — like no time had passed since high school. You listened, nodded, laughed in the right places. Let yourself feel pulled back into the rhythm of old friendship.

But Joel still tugged at the back of your mind.

“You okay?” Carly asked, halfway through her second drink. “You’ve got that faraway ‘thinking about a boy’ look.”

You blinked. “That obvious?”

“Gabs. Please. I’ve known you since kindergarten.”

You looked down at your drink, traced the rim with your finger. “It’s… complicated.”

“Ohhh.” Her eyes lit up, conspiratorial. “Is he hot?”

Your lips twitched. “Yeah. But… he’s older.”

Carly raised an eyebrow. “How old?”

You hesitated. “Like… older older.”

She tilted her head, smirking. “Married?”

“No.”

“Kid?”

“Yeah. A daughter. She’s not around anymore, though. Moved out.”

Carly nodded, leaned in, wiggling her eyebrows. “Well, who’s the lucky guy?”

You bit your lip gently. “Joel Miller.. ”

“Damn, I don’t blame you. That man’s been Dad Crush Material since forever. Hot, handy, broody as hell.” She narrowed her eyes. “Wait. Are you seriously telling me something happened?”

“No. Not really. I mean…” You sighed. “I don’t know. It’s just—he’s always been around. And now I’m not a kid anymore. And I swear there’s something there but I can’t tell if I’m making it up.”

Carly grinned so wide it hurt. “Oh babe. You are not making it up.”

You gave her a skeptical look. “How would you know?”

“Because you’re somkin’! You probably give that man a damn near heartattack everytime he sees you.”

Your smiled, shaking your head softly, “Shut up..”

“Mmhmm. Don’t give me that innocent face. That man would be drooling over you, especially if he saw your get-up tonight..”

You shook your head, trying to fight the heat rising to your cheeks. “He’s my dad’s best friend. It’s… messy.”

“And hot,” Carly said, raising her glass. “So hot.”

You clinked glasses, even as nerves twisted in your belly. You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. That Carly was reading too much into a glance, a shift in tone, a loaded silence.

But it didn’t feel like nothing.

It felt like pressure building in your chest, like something just waiting to tip over.

~

The glass in your hand felt lighter with every sip, the ice rattling against the sides as the tequila sunk in. It wasn’t your first drink of the night, but it was the one that made the edges of the room soften, the lights dim just a little, and the noise fade into something distant, like a hum instead of a roar.

Carly had wandered off to chat with someone, leaving you alone with your thoughts. But thoughts felt like they were slipping away — you could feel them dissolve with every second, leaving you floating in the buzz of alcohol. The bar seemed quieter now, the chatter around you muffled, like a cozy blanket wrapped around your head.

You didn’t see him at first, not until he slid onto the stool next to yours. His voice was low, smooth, like he was trying to be heard above the hum of the place, but it was warm, familiar in a way that pulled you in.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked, a half-smile playing on his lips.

You blinked, realizing how close he was. His dark hair was starting to gray at the temples, the kind of silver that made him look more distinguished than old. His shirt was tight enough to show the muscles in his arms, but not too tight — just enough to make you think, for a second, that maybe he worked with his hands, like Joel did. You swallowed the sudden lump in your throat.

“Nope,” you said, your voice coming out a little softer than you meant. “It’s open.”

He took a sip of his drink, watching you over the rim of his glass. “I’ve not seen you around here before. You come in often?”

“Not really,” you said, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Just tonight. I needed a change of scenery.”

“Seems like you got it,” he said, a grin playing on his lips. “What’s your name?”

You hesitated for a second before answering. You weren’t used to this — talking to strangers like this. But the alcohol had already loosened the grip on your inhibitions.

“Gabriella,” you said, eyes flickering away for a second. “And you?”

“Luke,” he said, holding out his hand.

You shook it, the warmth of his skin sending a little jolt through you.

“Luke,” you repeated, testing the name. He had a comfortable, easy smile, the kind of guy who didn’t rush things, who knew how to lean into a conversation without forcing it. “What brings you to a place like this?”

He chuckled, his voice like velvet. “I like the quieter places. Don’t get much of that in this town, you know?”

You nodded, sipping your drink again. The alcohol was starting to feel better now, easing the tightness in your chest. You had no idea why you were talking to him, why you felt so drawn to him, but somehow the space between you didn’t feel so wrong. He wasn’t Joel. He wasn’t even close.

But you were still aching in a way you couldn’t quite explain. So, you leaned into the conversation.

“I get that. The town’s… it’s small, right?” you said, leaning a little closer, letting the tension slip from your shoulders. “Everyone knows everyone, and sometimes it feels like there’s nowhere to hide.”

Luke raised an eyebrow, eyes flickering with interest. “You got something you need to hide?”

You froze for just a beat, then laughed, the sound bubbling up unbidden. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “I guess we all just have our secrets.”

His smile deepened, and you felt his gaze drop to your lips for a second before he leaned forward.

“Well, I’m not one for hiding. I like to make things clear.” His voice dropped lower. “What do you say we get out of here?”

The words hung in the air between you, a challenge, a suggestion — something in his eyes that made your breath catch. You felt a little spark of rebellion flare inside you. You were tipsy, you were far from home, and for a fleeting moment, you let yourself feel like you weren’t the “good girl” for just a second. You wanted to leave with him, not for anything serious, but for something that felt easy, uncomplicated. For something to stop the ache you couldn’t quite explain.

You turned on the bar stool, face warm. “I don’t know…” you started, but the thought fizzled out as his fingers brushed your wrist, warm and deliberate.

“Come on. Just a few minutes. We’ll talk, get some fresh air.”

You could almost hear Carly’s voice in your head, urging you to have fun. To do what you wanted. You told yourself it wouldn’t mean anything. It wasn’t a big deal.

You slid off the bar stool, feeling a little wobbly as you stood. Luke’s hand was at the small of your back, guiding you toward the back door. You felt like you were on autopilot, like your body was moving without your mind fully in control.

The noise of the pub faded as you stepped into the cool, damp night air, the door slamming shut behind you. Luke’s hand was firm on your lower back, guiding you through the narrow alley that stretched behind the bar. The buzzing of your pulse drowned out the muffled music and chatter from inside. You could feel the tension hanging between you, thick and heavy, a strange mix of excitement and something else you couldn't quite place.

Once you reached the back, the dim lights barely illuminated the grimy brick walls. The air smelled faintly of stale beer and cigarette smoke, and for a second, you felt a pang of regret — what the hell were you doing? But before you could second-guess yourself too much, Luke was right there in front of you, his eyes dark with intent.

He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “You sure you want to stay out here?” His voice was a quiet whisper, the low hum of the alcohol still in your veins making everything feel blurry and distant.

You didn’t answer immediately, not sure if you were still thinking clearly. But you let him pull you closer, his lips brushing against your cheek, and before you knew it, his kiss found yours — slow and deliberate. His hands slipped around your waist, pulling you even closer, his lips demanding but not overly forceful.

For a moment, it felt like you could let go. Like you could forget everything that was weighing on you, everything that had led to this moment. But then, the sharpness of reality cut through the haze. Joel’s face flashed in your mind, his expression hard and distant, the way he’d looked at you just before you walked out. You weren’t just running from him. You were running from yourself.

You pulled away, hands pushing against Luke's chest, your heart racing. “No,” you said, breathless, as you took a step back. “This isn’t right.”

Luke hesitated, his gaze searching your face. He wasn’t about to give up easily, though. His hands found your arms, pulling you back toward him. “It’s just a kiss,” he said, voice low, coaxing. “No harm in it.”

Luke blinked, surprised — then smirked. “Come on,” he said, brushing your hair back, leaning in again. “Don’t play shy now.”

You shook your head, more firmly this time. “I said no, Luke.” You didn’t know why, but something deep inside you was screaming at you to stop this before it went any further.

But he didn’t move back. His hand slid to your hip, fingers digging in.

And then—

“What the hell are you doing?”

The voice snapped through the air like a whip. You froze. Luke stepped back. You turned.

Joel.

He stood at the mouth of the alley, shadowed and still, but the fury in his eyes was unmistakable. His jaw was tight, hands curled into fists at his sides.

Luke scoffed, casual. “We were just talking, man. Chill out.”

Joel didn’t even look at him. His eyes were on you. Disappointed. It stung.

“You done?” he asked, voice flat.

You opened your mouth, the words stuck behind a knot in your throat. “Joel, I—”

But Joel didn’t seem like he wanted an explanation. He just turned on his heel, his voice cold as he walked away. “Get your shit together, Gabs. We’re leaving”

You stood there for a beat too long, the echo of Joel’s words settling like stones in your stomach. The guilt hit harder now — not just because he’d seen, but because he sounded so disappointed.

When you finally mustered the nerve to go back inside, the air felt heavier, thicker with the weight of what had just happened. Your heels clicked against the sticky floor as you stepped through the door, scanning the room until your eyes landed on him.

Joel was leaning against the far end of the bar, arms crossed tight over his chest. His jaw clenched when he saw you walk in — and it wasn’t just because of Luke.

It was the dress.

His eyes dropped to it, lingered there for half a second too long before he dragged them back up to your face. His lips pressed into a thin, hard line.

“What the hell was that?” he said as you got close, voice low but biting. He didn't yell — Joel never needed to. His restraint was worse than shouting.

You looked away, suddenly aware of just how short your dress was, how bare your shoulders felt under his scrutiny. “Nothing happened,” you muttered, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

“Didn’t look like nothing.” His gaze was fire, but it wasn’t jealousy. It was disappointment. Disgust, even. “You let some random guy feel you up in the alley behind a bar, what would your father say?”

You flinched. “Joel, I was— I’m not—”

“You’re drunk,” he cut in, voice sharp. “Jesus, Gabriella. What were you thinking?”

You didn’t answer, because you weren’t sure you had been thinking. You looked down, suddenly hyper-aware of how unsteady you felt. The buzz that once felt warm and thrilling now twisted into nausea, shame simmering under your skin.

Joel let out a sharp breath, running a hand down his face. “Let’s go. I’m driving you home.”

You hesitated, but your legs felt like rubber and your head was spinning. There was no fight left in you.

He didn’t wait for a reply. He just turned and started walking, and you followed.

~

The silence in Joel’s truck was suffocating.

He hadn’t said a word since you slid into the passenger seat, cheeks flushed, legs wobbly, the sting of his disappointment still buzzing under your skin. The radio was off. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight you could hear the leather creak beneath his fingers.

You stared out the window, the cool glass against your temple grounding you just enough to keep you from unraveling completely. But the alcohol was still in your bloodstream, loosening your mouth, making your emotions rise sharp and hot.

You’d never felt more humiliated. 

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“I wasn’t doing it to piss you off,” you muttered.

Joel didn’t look at you. “Didn’t ask.”

“Well, I’m saying it anyway,” you snapped, turning to face him. “I wasn’t trying to make a scene or whatever. I just— I was horny, Joel.”

That got him. His head turned slowly, eyes narrowing like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right.

You pressed on, bitter and bold. “I wanted to be touched. That’s all.”

He didn’t speak. Just stared at you, his jaw tense, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes.

You leaned in, sloppier than you meant to be, your voice dropping to a whisper. “Why don’t you touch me?”

Joel’s breath caught. You could feel the weight shift in the cab, the way his body suddenly wasn’t quite as still. He didn’t move away — but he didn’t move closer either.

You reached across the console, hand clumsy and uncertain, fingers brushing his thigh. “You act like I’m made of glass,” you said, voice thick. “Like I’m gonna break if you want me too much.”

“Gabs,” he warned, low and strained.

You ignored it. Your hand slid higher. “Do you want me?”

He grabbed your wrist then — not hard, but firm, stopping your hand halfway to where you were heading.

His eyes burned into yours. “You’re drunk.”

“So?” you whispered, leaning in, your face so close to his it felt like the air between you might snap. “You think I don’t mean it just because I’ve had a few drinks?”

“I think you don’t know what you’ll regret in the morning,” he ground out.

You gave a bitter laugh, eyes searching his face. “The only thing I regret is not saying this sooner.”

You leaned in — reckless, desperate — and kissed him.

It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t soft. It was all heat and ache and unanswered questions, your lips pressing against his like they could force him to feel what you felt.

For a second, he didn’t move. And then —

He kissed you back.

Hard.

But just for a second.

Then he pulled away, panting, his forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathless.

“Don’t do this,” he said, voice ragged. “Not like this.”

Your heart sank. “Why not?”

He exhaled shakily, eyes screwed shut. He let go of your wrist and turned away, hand reaching to kill the engine.

“Let’s get you inside.”

~

The truck door slammed behind you with a thud that echoed too loud in the quiet street.

Joel didn’t say anything as he walked you up the path to your house, his hand hovering near your back but never quite touching. You knew he was trying to keep some kind of line between you — as if that line hadn’t already been crossed in the truck.

The porch light buzzed overhead. You fumbled with your keys, missing the lock twice before Joel gently took them from your hand and opened the door for you.

You stepped inside, blinking at the darkened living room. Empty. Still. You turned slowly, leaning against the door as it closed behind him.

“You can go,” you said softly. “My dad’s out of town. Won’t be back ‘til tomorrow night.”

Joel hesitated in the doorway, his jaw tense again, like he was working through a war in his head. “You shouldn’t be alone like this.”

You shrugged, arms crossing loosely under your chest, trying to act nonchalant. “I’ll be fine.”

He didn’t move. Just stood there, silhouetted in the doorway, eyes flicking over you — from your tousled hair to the straps slipping down your shoulders. The fabric of your dress had ridden up just slightly, the hem hugging your thighs in a way that made your skin burn under his gaze.

You could see it in his face — he didn’t believe you.

You sighed softly, “Fine, Joel, just stay.”

~

He followed you down the hall in silence, his footsteps heavy behind yours. You pushed open the door to your bedroom, heart hammering, suddenly unsure if this was a good idea — not because of what you wanted, but because of how much it mattered.

Joel stood in the doorway, still as stone. Watching.

You turned your back to him, fingers fumbling at the zipper of your dress.

After a beat, you heard him move. The floor creaked as he stepped closer.

His hands barely grazed your back, making your breath catch. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his presence overwhelming in the room. The moment he touched you, it was like everything else in the world stopped. Your pulse raced, your skin flushed under his fingers.

He gently tugged at the zipper of your dress, the sound of it pulling down the fabric of the night, each inch leaving you more exposed to him, to the weight of what was happening. His breath was steady but shallow, like he was fighting something inside himself.

As the zipper slid all the way down, the cool air hit your bare skin. The dress, heavy with the weight of unspoken words, slipped from your shoulders and down your body. You were standing there in nothing but your lace underwear, your heart pounding in your chest.

His hand lingered on your back for just a moment longer than necessary, the tension between you two nearly suffocating.

You turned to face him slowly, your eyes locking with his. You were bare before him, vulnerable, but you didn’t feel afraid. You felt alive. The rawness of the moment, the intoxicating mix of need and hesitation, left you breathless.

He looked at you, eyes dark, and the air between you crackled with something more than just the tension of the night.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice hushed, rough with restraint.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Your throat was dry, the anticipation between you almost unbearable. You stepped closer to him, barely a breath separating you now, your body leaning into his. His hands hovered, as if waiting for permission — or for the courage — to touch you again.

Without another word, you closed the distance between you, your lips finding his in a kiss that was slow at first. Gentle, as if he was testing the waters, feeling for the pulse of this moment.

But you weren’t about to let him pull back. You kissed him harder, deeper, your hands finding the sides of his face, pulling him closer, as if you needed more, as if you needed him now. His hands found their way to your waist, drawing you closer until you could feel the heat of him pressing against you.

Joel’s breath hitched as he kissed you back with a raw intensity that left you gasping for air. His hands roamed over your skin, urgent, but never rushing. Like he was memorizing every inch of you, every curve of your body.

You could feel him trembling slightly, fighting something — maybe the same thing you were. The knowledge that this wasn’t just a kiss, that it was more, so much more. There was a fragility to the moment, but also an undeniable force, a push and pull of attraction, need, and desire.

Your hands slid down, tracing the muscles of his chest, feeling the heat of him beneath the fabric of his shirt. You could hear his breath quicken, and the sound of it made you burn.

Joel pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“Gabriella,” he murmured, his voice thick with want, his hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you might slip away. “This is a mistake.”

But even as he said the words, his lips found yours again, desperate, a low groan escaping him. He kissed you as if he couldn’t stop — as if there was no going back. And in that moment, you didn’t want to.

You didn’t want any of this to stop.

You kissed him back harder, and he responded with the same intensity, his hands tracing the curve of your body, his touch possessive, needy, like he was marking you, claiming you.

His lips moved down, kissing your neck, your jawline, the place where your pulse beat fast and frantic. Every touch, every kiss, seemed to shatter the walls between you, the walls you’d both built so carefully.

You pulled away breathlessly, giggling, "When's the last time you got laid, old man?"

Joel stiffened, something flickering in his eyes—desire warring with something darker, more resolute. His hands, which had been gripping your waist, suddenly loosened. He took a step back, creating space between your bodies that felt like a chasm.

"Christ," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. The muscles in his jaw worked as he swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the floor, deliberately avoiding the sight of you standing there in your underwear.

"Joel?" Your voice came out smaller than you intended, confusion creeping in where confidence had been moments before.

He shook his head, reaching down to pick up your dress from the floor. "Put this back on," he said, his voice rough as he handed it to you, still not meeting your eyes.

"What's wrong?" you asked, clutching the dress to your chest, suddenly feeling exposed in a way you hadn't seconds ago. The cool air raised goosebumps on your skin—or maybe it was the sudden shift in his demeanor.

"This," he gestured between you, finally looking at you with eyes filled with regret, "this is wrong, Gabriella."

"It didn't feel wrong," you countered, taking a step toward him.

He held up a hand, stopping you. "You're drunk. You don't know what you're doing."

"I know exactly what I'm doing," you insisted, a flash of anger cutting through the fog of desire. "I'm not a child, Joel."

"No," he agreed, his voice softening slightly, "you're not. But you're.. You’re my best friend’s daughter, and you've had too much to drink, and I'm..." he trailed off, cursing under his breath.

"You're what?" you challenged, refusing to let him off the hook.

Joel sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I'm taking advantage of a situation I shouldn't be."

"That's bullshit," you said, hurt making your voice sharper than you intended. "I kissed you, remember?"

"And I should've stopped it right then," he said firmly. "I'm stopping it now."

You clutched your dress tighter, feeling tears threatening at the corners of your eyes. "So that's it? We just have to pretend this never happened?"

Joel looked at you then, really looked at you, and for a moment, his expression softened into something that made your heart ache. "Gabriella," he said, your name like a prayer on his lips. "You deserve better than this. Better than some... heat-of-the-moment thing you might regret in the morning."

"I wouldn't regret it," you whispered, taking another step toward him.

He shook his head, more firmly this time. "Put some clothes on, Gabs. You should sleep this off."

"Joel—"

"I need to go," he cut you off, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I shouldn't have stayed in the first place."

You watched, frozen in place, as he turned away from you, his shoulders rigid with tension. He moved toward the door, each step deliberate, like he was fighting the urge to turn back.

The sound of his boots on the hardwood floor echoed through the house as he walked away, followed by the soft click of the front door closing behind him.

You stood alone in your room, the dress still clutched to your chest, the ghost of his touch still burning on your skin. The space where he'd been felt impossibly empty now, and you weren't sure if it was the alcohol or the rejection that made your head spin.

Slowly, you walked over to your wardrobe, pulling a shirt on over your head, not bothering with pants. You sank onto the edge of your bed, replaying the evening in your mind—the way his eyes had darkened when you kissed him, the heat of his body against yours, the taste of whiskey on his tongue. It had been real. All of it.

But as you lay back on your bed, staring at the ceiling, you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he was right. Maybe you did need to sleep it off. Maybe in the light of day, things would look different.

Or maybe they wouldn't.

Either way, there was no going back now. Something had shifted between you and Joel tonight, something fundamental and irreversible. And despite his words, despite his retreat, you knew one thing for certain:

This wasn't over.

Not by a long shot.