#I swear I had more I’m just too tired to find it rn

[roubee]

Guys what if I kinda made gim cookie a ghost companion that kinda acts like his daughter in a way

UGHH I LOVE HER

[loonylupinblack3]

Period Trouble

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: swearing, nothing else i think?

Summary: you wake up with your period and are forced to go on a mission with Logan of all people

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: literally obsessed with this man rn so ofc i had to write about him. also wolverine has enhanced senses including smell but its like…. barely shown in the movies so i had to search it up to be sure, and some part of me still doubts it but for the purposes of this fic he does have it

You woke up with a groan, immediately curling into a ball. You were early. You were early and you hadn’t emotionally or physically prepared for having your period today, yet the world seemed ready to punish you, burdening you with an early cycle.

You checked the time, cursing every god and deity you knew when you realised you were supposed to have woken up half an hour ago. Wincing, you got up, your body screaming at the movement. Already your stomach was aching, the ghosts of cramps to come caressing your body. 

There was knocking at your door, quiet yet firm. You already knew it was Storm on the other side of the door, no doubt in search of a reason why you failed to get up on time. It was going to be a long day.

You yelled out to Storm, promising to be out in five minutes, and got up, groggily looking for your clothes. When you’d tamed your hair and brushed your teeth, you exited your room to find Storm waiting on the other side, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

She took one look at you and sighed. “What are you wearing?”

You looked down perplexed. “....my clothes?”

She raised her eyebrow. “You’re on a mission today, remember?”

Fuck. You nearly let out a whine. You were not in the mood to go skulking around doing Xavier’s bidding when you had a constant throbbing pain assaulting your stomach, unreasonable mood swings, and exhaustion weighing you down.

Storm sent you a questioning look. “You up for this?”

The mission was nothing big. Professor X needed you to collect some sort of rare herb that had recently been shipped into the nearest city, something he needed to complete a super secret experiment you weren’t privy to. He’d just asked for help and you’d volunteered.

Oh how you regretted that decision now.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you muttered. “Let me just get changed real quick.”

Getting into your previously decided upon outfit, a plain inconspicuous one intended to blend in, you left your room again, this time with no complaint from Storm. Your stomach gave an uncomfortable clench and you sighed, making a mental note to find some nurofen before leaving for the mission.

“Why aren’t you in your outfit?” you asked, just realising Storm wasn’t wearing what you two had agreed upon yesterday.

She winced slightly. “Can’t go. Filling in for some classes.”

Your face soured but you tried not to hold it against her. Storm loved her students, and given the choice of helping them or Xavier with a low level mission, she’d obviously choose her kids. You couldn’t blame her exactly, but it meant you’d have to go on this mission alone, while not impossible by any means it would make it slightly more difficult.

You sighed. “That’s okay. I can go alone.”

When Storm winced even more your eyes narrowed in suspicion, following her with caution. “Storm…..”

She sighed guiltily. “Xavier didn’t want you to go alone. The herb’s too valuable.”

You tilted your head slightly as you entered the house’s foyer. “So who am I going with then?”

Storm’s eyes darted ahead, and you followed her gaze to find Logan Howlett leaning against the wall, hands in the pockets of his jeans. He smirked at you, “you’re looking at him sweetheart.”

You resisted the urge to groan, instead sending Storm a dirty look. You didn’t necessarily dislike Logan, but he was a lot to deal with, and you were already tired from your day that had barely begun.

You couldn’t say all that with Logan standing there however, so you muttered a, “lovely,” and walked past the man to the garage.

He followed you silently, no quip or smart ass comment which was strange for him. You’d just entered the garage, heading towards one of the cars, when you glanced back at him and found Logan stopped in the doorway, staring at you with a frown on his face. Or rather, a deeper frown than usual.

“What is it?” you asked him, standing at the hood of the car.

Logan’s eyes roved your body, searching for something. “You’re injured.”

It was your turn to frown. “What? No I’m not.”

He took a step forward, almost as if he was planning on looking for your alleged injury himself. “Don’t bullshit me Y/n, I can smell your blood.”

You made a face. “What are you talking about…..” you trailed off when you realised it, perhaps the most mortifying moment in your life.

Logan could smell your period blood. He thought you were bleeding from an injury. 

You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m fine. Let’s go.”

He scoffed, walking towards you until you were face to face. You tried to step back and felt the hood of the car against your legs. “I can smell the fucking blood seeping out of you Y/n. I wouldn’t call that fine.”

You gritted your teeth to stop yourself from snapping at him. “I can assure you, I am not injured.”

You moved to walk past him but he caught your wrist, forcing you back into your position pressed against the car. “If you think I am going on this mission with you while you’re wounded, you’re out of your mind.”

“I’m not-”

“Do you think I’m an idiot darl? Is that why you’re denying being hurt while I can literally smell it on you-”

You cut him off. “I’m on my period, Logan.”

He paused, staring at you with an indecipherable expression on his face. You waited for him to speak, feeling embarrassed and furious about it. Why should you be embarrassed of your period? He was the one who was pushing you, prodding you, forcing you to tell him the source of the bleeding. If your answer made him uncomfortable, that wasn’t your fault nor your concern.

Eventually he spoke. “Alright then. Get in the car. I’m driving.”

You scowled at him. “Says who?”

He didn’t even bother looking at you, already in the driver’s seat. “Says me.”

You sighed but didn’t argue further, silently getting into the passenger seat. Logan started the car, reversing it out of the garage and driving down the long winding driveway till you got to the street.

“It’s an hour's drive to the city, give or take,” you told Logan, setting the GPS up on the car.

Logan barely glanced at it, eyes on the road, a firm grip on the steering wheel. He didn’t even respond to you. You sighed and turned away, looking out the window as the scenery passed you in flashes.

As the drive continued, you noticed Logan sending you glances every now and then. If you really focused on them, you’d almost say they seemed worried, concerned even, but they were always too quick for you to tell for certain. You were too preoccupied with your cramps that had started up anyway, and the lack of nurofen you’d forgotten to grab.

Finally, you arrived at the city, driving into the hustle and bustle of the crowded area. Logan’s hand tightened on the steering wheel, obviously not a fan of the traffic the city provided. You watched the stream of people through the window as Logan looked for a space to park, muttering under his breath.

You were mildly entertained at the amount of road rage he had, cursing every car that wasn’t at least 10 metres over the speed limit. His jaw was clenched, hand fisting the steering wheel, yet he still looked at you here and there, like you were actually wounded.

When he eventually found a parking spot the two of you got out of the car and you looked at the address Xavier gave you.

“Should be somewhere along this street,” you murmured, eyes flicking from the piece of paper to the busy street.

Logan moved behind you, so close you could feel your back against his chest, and looked at the paper in your hand. He let out a grunt and moved past you, walking forwards. You frowned and hurried your pace, not wanting to lose him amidst the crowd of people.

Luck was certainly not your side, because soon enough you’d lost him, unable to see his black leather jacket in the throng of people. You hesitated, wondering if you should look for him or just go straight to the address, when you felt an arm around your waist.

“Stay close to me,” Logan murmured into your war, his voice gravelly. “Don’t wanna lose you again.”

You glanced at him as he continued walking, not moving his arm from your waist. “How’d you find me?”

He gave you a smirk. “Followed the smell of blood.”

Again you felt your cheeks heat but you glared at him defiantly, refusing to be embarrassed. He smirked at you, flashing his teeth, as you arrived in front of the address, a plain building home to some sort of florist. 

Logan finally took his hand from your waist, walking to the door with you trailing behind him. A bell gave a little jingle as you entered, and you were immediately assaulted with the smell of flowers. Different sorts of plants took up every corner of the room and Logan’s face soured as he looked around, obviously not pleased with the environment.

An old woman sat behind a desk, watering a plant with a mini watering can. You walked up to her, Logan hot on your heels. When you stopped in front of the desk Logan was so close behind you you could actually feel his chest against your back.

“Mrs May?” you asked.

The old woman looked at you with a smile, her eyes crinkling. “That’s me. What can I help you two lovebirds with? Bouquet of roses? Lilies?”

You opened your mouth, surprised, and tried to find something to say. Being mistaken for a couple shouldn’t have affected you so much, especially while on a mission, but you were flustered and could still feel Logan’s chest right against your back, his warmth almost dizzying.

“We’re not here for flowers unfortunately,” Logan spoke, saving you. Except why didn’t he specify you weren’t a couple? Did that not matter to him, what some old lady thought, or did he enjoy the idea of being thought of as your boyfriend?

Oh god. What were you thinking? Stupid period hormones. 

The old lady looked at you two curiously. “Then how can I help you?”

There was a pointed silence and you realised Logan was waiting for you to speak. You cleared your throat and spoke the random sequence of words Xavier had you memorise, that would inform Mrs May just what type of buyers you were.

The woman’s eyes lit up with recognition and she nodded her head slowly. “Ah, yes, let me just go to the storage room quickly, I’ll be back….”

Mrs May tottered around the desk and through a side door, half hidden behind the multitude of plants covering the area, leaving you alone with Logan.

You took a step away from him and turned around to look at him, finding him staring at you with a frown on his face.

You frowned back at him. “What’s up with you today?”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “What is up with me? I don’t know if you’ve noticed Darl but you haven’t exactly been up to par yourself.”

You rolled your eyes at his words. “That’s not what I meant, and besides, I’m on my period.”

Logan stared at you, arms crossed. “What did ya mean then?”

“You’ve been acting strange. Less talkative and annoying like usual.”

Logan snorted. “Ever the lady.”

“I’m serious. What’s up with you?”

Logan sighed and took a step forward until he was towering over you and you had to crane your head up to look at him. “You are what’s up. I can constantly smell you bleeding, and I can’t get it out of my mind that it means you’re hurt. You’re driving me crazy sweetheart.”

Well…. That certainly wasn’t what you were expecting. Logan smirked down at you as if he knew that, and enjoyed surprising you. You cleared your throat as your eyes darted to the floor. “Well, that’s hardly my fault.”

Logan chuckled. “Not your fault no, but it is your doing whether you mean to or not.”

You swallowed, looking back up at him. “Well…. Don’t you constantly smell when people are on their periods?”

“It’s different with you. Smelling your blood just drives me crazy, plain and simple. Can’t get the instinct out of my head that blood means injury.”

The way Logan was admitting all of this, with such calm, made you think he’d been wanting to say this for a while. The unspoken confession was there, and it was up to you to decide what to do with it.

“I’m glad you care,” was what you landed on, unsure of what else to say.

Logan chuckled again, one hand snaking to your waist. “I do a lot more than care, Y/n.”

You smiled softly, looking up at him. With his other hand he brushed your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The sound of a door closing brought you out of your little bubble and you took a step back, Logan reluctantly letting go of your waist.

Mrs May, either not having seen you two or graciously deciding to ignore it, passed you a package, informing you the herb and all information involving it was inside, and to handle it with care. You nodded and thanked the old woman before exiting the building, Logan again right on your heels.

As soon as the shop’s door closed behind you Logan’s hand was back around your waist. “Not losing you this time.”

You tried not to smile, though internally you were grinning like a maniac, and let Logan lead the two of you back to the car. You didn’t even get to argue your case of driving this time, Logan already in the driver’s seat. You sighed and got into the passenger seat, resigning yourself to another hour of silence as Logan started driving, when you felt his hand on your thigh.

You looked at him but he didn’t say anything, just gave it a light squeeze as he kept his eyes on the road. You looked away, grinning. So maybe the world didn’t have it out for you after all.

[gallaghersgal]

𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫

pairing: lip gallagher x fem!reader

summary: just lip being a cute bf + debbie and ian being little shits

warnings: lowercase on purpose. poorly written tbh. swearing but y’all know how it is. heavily unedited. gen said yolo so i’m posting

A/N: i’ve been on hiatus for god knows how long but my roommate and i started watching shameless and i can’t get this mfer out of my head. things w school and life are hard rn so i just wrote this comfy cozy little thing in my notes app. yolo asf.

wordcount: probably like 500 or less idk i wrote it in my notes app at 1am

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you’re nestled in lip’s arms, high up on his rickety top bunk. somewhere between finishing your nails and kissing until you could barely breathe, you had fallen asleep right against his chest.

you stirred now, your cozy world interrupted a squeaky little voice. “are you in love with her?” debbie questions.

lip shushes his sister, “be quiet, she’s sleeping.”

you were wide awake now, but much too comfortable to move and make that little fact known. plus, you wanted to hear his answer.

“i asked you a question dummy. are you in love with her?”

lip stutters, “i-i dunno. i really like her, okay?”

you’re satisfied with that answer. “in love” was a little too much too quick. but “really like” was something that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“what d’ya like about her?” ian presses.

you can practically hear the gears turning in lip’s head as his siblings impatiently await a response.

“she’s- i dunno, she’s pretty?” lip replies. you hold back a scowl, annoyed at him for not having a better answer.

“yeah, great rack,” debbie comments.

“jesus, deb!” lip’s head falls back in frustration, one hand coming to cradle your head as not to wake you with the sudden motion.

“cut the shit lip,” ian interrupts. “tell us what you really think.”

you hold your breath as you wait for his response. his lips brush your hairline before he sighs. “she’s sweet, yeah? real kind.”

“a real woman of the people,” ian snorts, “princess diana type.” then “ow!” as you hear debbie shove him.

“and- and she’s real smart, too,” lip continues. “really, really fuckin’ smart. an’ she works hard. she just tires herself out sometimes.”

he strokes your hair gently, pressing a few more fleeting kisses to your forehead.

“you’re so whipped.”

you hear debbie shove her brother again, and this time ian fights back, the two making a ruckus as they push each other back and forth.

“come on guys, out. now.” lip orders his siblings around with that same stern voice you’ve heard plenty of times before.

debbie pouts. “but-“

“no buts. go on, she’s fuckin’ sleepin’ in here an’ you’re gonna wake her up. fuck off.”

“we were just-“

“fuck. off.”

“jesus,” you can practically hear ian roll his eyes. “alright, alright. we’re going.”

debbie yells for fiona as the two shuffle out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind them.

you smirk to yourself as lip groans above you, showing your cards. “you’re awake?”

you peer up at him through your lashes, a smirk planted on your lips that he’s just dying to kiss off. “can’t believe your little sister said i have a great rack,” you whisper.

lip laughs, loud and genuine. “yeah, she’s been stuffing fi’s old training bras. growin’ up an’ shit. i don’t like it.”

you’re quiet for a moment, admiring him. you know how important those kids are to him. he’d do just about anything for them, including the minor crimes you find him tangled up in on a weekly basis. he loves them like they’re his own kids, which honestly they kind of are. they may shove each other around, curse each other out, yell and scream at the top of their lungs, but at the end of the day lip has been more of a father to his siblings than frank ever was.

“you really meant all that?” you ask.

lip looks down at you, his blue eyes soft in the dim light. “yeah. yeah, i did. meant every word.”

you smile, leaning up to place a solid kiss on his lips. “for what it’s worth,” you murmur, “i really like you too.”

[roturo]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹ CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI

₊˚⊹♡ I WANNA SEE IT IN MOTION! IN 3D! gojo satotu, geto suguru, nanami kento, yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

tags: sexting, degradation, some of them have sub/dom dynamics, semi public arousal (?), sex videos (do not practice this irl), friends with benefits, established relationships, and more idk.

A/N: such a weird combination of jjk men lol

gojo satoru

he was tired and annoyed once he got to the hotel after killing some stupid curses that easily a grade 2 sorcerer could do the work– but oh how they have been insisting on him to continue doing missions this days. he swears it’s utahime’s fault to finally take control over the tokyo students and make them move to kyoto.

but the true thing is that he was also so pent up after spending a long time without you beside him, he would call it a day after taking a shower and lay in bed– but a notification on his phone stopped him before doing so.

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i bought this new pair, it reminded me of your eyes, i miss you:(

and holy fuck- he swears if he wasn’t in just a pair of black briefs his cock would suffocate because of how fast he got hard– his hand immediately traveling trough and start working nicely to release the feeling. the pre-cum being more than enough to lubricate his cock and make it easier to jerk off– with one hand he opened up the camera and took a video before sending it to you.

sounds of whines and whimpers coming out of the video, making you immediately wet– a visible wet patch forming in your panties, he sounded so pretty– pretty enough to reply to him with another video of you coming –still with your panties on– by just rubbing yourself in the pillow.

“ah fuck it– someone else can take care of this mission”

geto suguru

he’s not a fan of it– he prefers having it in real motion in 3D– and he knows that because when you do send him some risky text or picture is just to piss him off– or maybe he likes to think you’re just a horny slut for him. 

but fuck it, why he couldn’t be the horny slut just for once this time? just one time –that’s what he promised himself– the idea of you going out with your friends today, the dress you were wearing being a lil bit too much short for his liking –not wanting to be the type of boyfriend he wouldn’t let you wear whatever you want– and he knows other men will be seeing you and get hard just at the thought of you, so that’s why he needed you like right now.

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wouldn’t u be so nice to come back home and help me relieve some stress? pls baby, i need you.

and this was surprising as fuck because geto was always so dominant, making you the needy one in the relationship, so this wasn’t an opportunity to waste.

send a video of yourself to show me how much you want me.

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fuck, i’m typing with just one hand rn, all i can think of is your pretty lips around my cock.

you were in the restroom of the bar you decided to go out with your friends, core pulsing, surely there was a wetness coming out of you, trying to release some tension, you tried to find some friction by rubbing your thighs together.

i’m going back home baby, do not cum.

nanami kento

“you fucking horny needy slut.” 

he exhaled, the words barely hearable– he had to re-adjust in the chair he was sitting on, pants suddenly too tight, tie not letting him breathe and time going lower this time.

“Nanami-san, are you feeling okay?”

he wouldn’t admit it outloud but he’s a fan of the risky texts you send him, edging him and make him eager to go back home as soon as possible– but right now, it would be nice if you didn’t send this in the middle of a fucking reunion he had with some clients. this time you wouldn’t be the only one playing silly games– he would take a quick photo of his growing erection in his pants, with no text, no emoji, no nothing. and the reunion was stressing him out, he was so pent up that he’s a millimeter from standing and leaving.

you knew that, you fucking knew he was in a reunion, but you still decided to desobey him and be a needy brat just to be fucked stupid. and ohh he wouldn’t fall for your silly games, he’s not angry, he’s actually pretty excited to get back home and just edge you till you fall apart in his arms begging for release.

he couldn’t wait.

yuta okkotsu

he’s BRIGHT RED. he was supposed to be focusing on whatever gojo-sensei was talking about, but the moment he opened up your message he expected everything else but this. 

and he thinks this was an accident, but no way– the way your body looks, how good your tits looked, damn. 

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why won’t you come and play with me instead yuta~ ;( 

shit, he felt his cock throb and start growing inside his pants– it was so painful to see you like that and can’t have the real thing in 3D to touch, he swears he could just cum if you showed up in front of him like that-

“Are you okay Yuta?”  Maki’s voice brought him back to reality, the sudden pain of his cock searching for release becoming a little bit too much to bear– he needed to do something right now.

He excused himself to the restroom, clear erection showing on his pants– praying to god no one saw it, a wet patch forming in it thanks to the amount of pre-cum he was leaking right now.

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lewd sounds came from the video; panting, whimpers, and moans saying your name– you never thought he would answer back, fuck- you even thought this was going to ruin your relationship with yuta, but holy fuck. 

there he was, fucking his fist in the bathroom at the image of you, sudden cum painting the mirror, loud whimpers came out of him, telling you how much he needed your little pussy wrapped around his cock–

I’m going to your dorm rn, cant wait anymore

megumi fushiguro

okay. you were supposed to be only friends but god damn. he swears it was the time– suddenly the texts turned more risky and now you’re sending him a video of rubbing yourself with your pillow with his shirt. 

and he was never this eager to cum, biting the lower part of his shirt so he could keep his moans back and not wake up Yuuji in the other group (plus he was way too needy to take his shirt off), phone on the other hand on a video call with you while he shows the lewd image of himself fucking at your own movements between a screen.

fuck gojo-sensei, why did he had to send him on a mission? he needs to see you like that but instead of a pillow being the thing you’re rubbing your pussy into, it needs to be his cock instead.

“Ah- ffuck…” small sounds calling out your name came from megumi’s mouth, almost audible thanks to the shirt preventing him from moaning out loud, “sshit, i just wanna be back to see you and touch you baby, i know you won’t regret this.” strips of cum coming out of him, the view making you dizzy and helping you reach your own high too.

[noemilivv]

Hello! I really love your writing! It's so detailed and is always almost in character and I just wanna request a Adam/Lucifer/Vox x (Frankenstein)GN Reader reacting to the first time they watch as Reader took there head off so casually to look over on top of the fridge find something

hey friend!! ofc i can do that for you, this was a very interesting thing to think about lol

also i’m so sorry that this was so short, i’m having massive writers block and have 30+ requests in my inbox rn haha so i’m quite tired lol

Warnings: Mentions of sex (no smut), lazily written (sorryyy), swear words

Adam, Lucifer, Vox x GN!Frakenstein!Reader

Adam

Due to the fridge being much bigger than you were, and your Frankenstein-like abilities, you took your head off to see something above the fridge, you put it back on once you felt you saw all you needed to.

“That was hot as fuck.” You hear a voice mutter, as you see your boyfriend, with no mask, and in a band tee and boxers say, as he looked he was about to drop his cereal, with milk dripping down his chin. “We gotta try that in bed more often!”

Lucifer

It was safe to say you and Lucifer were on the shorter end of the scale, so when you needed to find something that was potentially atop the the fridge, it wasn’t ideal…

So, you did as any normal Frankenstein would! You tore off your head and raised it just above the fridge to get a glimpse.

You popped it back on like nothing happened, cause it didn’t, and you went to go about your day, before your husband blurted out a “Sweetie, what the fuck?! Are you okay?!”

And then you had to spend the next 20 minutes explaining to your buffoon yet lovable husband that no, you did not die. And no, he can’t do that too. 😀

Vox

Normally, when your in a predicament where you can’t reach something, you would have Vox do it. But then… he waves it above your head for the next 10 minutes and honestly, you weren’t in the mood for that.

So you did what ya needed to, you popped your head off and lifted it above the fridge before popping it back on, cracking your neck after.

Your boyfriend looks over at you. He doesn’t say anything. Just gives you a raised eyebrow before walking off back to his desk with a small yet quiet “Huh.” coming from his lips.

[cvlutos]

So it's established that Jamil is on the strong side, right? With how his unique magic isn't something just anyone would be able to do and how he's really smart but also smart enough to look average? (This could apply to other boys too but I'm in a Jamil mood)

I wanna see him fight for us. I wanna see us in danger, and we yell out Jamil's name, and he comes to our rescue, but its not just him rescuing us- it's him engulfed in fury and making sure your attackers never come near you again. Even better if it's someone who underestimates him. Maybe some Snooty tooty high up guys who visit NRC for something, and since Jamil is a model student he's one of the students to show them around. And those guys are the kind where they compliment him but also sneer at how he's only *average*. Backhanded compliments and such. And then they spot Us, and they're like "That person has no magic, what are they doing here?!" And if you're a girl, well, they'd have something to say about that too. They're not happy with your existence at NRC. So before they leave...it wouldn't hurt to do something about you, right? Like forcibly drag you away? Maybe hit you a few times or tie you up so you stop struggling? And you can't fight back so you yell out in desperation for the one who unknowingly knows your heart- Jamil. And -I dunno how *shrug*- he finds you, sees what's happening to you, and all restraint has left him as he pulls out his pen.

… it’s the weekend. I’m tryna not write rn. I’m trying to control myself. But you had to make it real difficult. I can’t stand you. /j

♡ J.V | FIGHT FOR ME | ANGST W/ FLUFF | [TW: VIOLENCE, BULLYING, BLOOD]

There’s only three of them. Three against one and each with magic, who are dead set on making you remember what.you.are. Magicless. It doesn’t matter if you know the fact, live by that simple inability in which makes you a forever outliner no matter where you go, where you exist. You will always be magicless, bottom of the barrel. Useless. You know this, you do. Yet you make amends elsewhere. You do. You really try.

It hurts.

His broad fist slamming into your nose, while another kick your legs from out under you. While a third take a photo. They laugh, a laugh that mixes in with the ringing of your ears and the pounding of your skull. You feel your body collide with the ground, and they laugh again. As if a record on repeat, they want you to know how pathetic you are. You can hear the click of their camera, their snickers and words that don’t quite reach your ears.

“You aren’t supposed to disappear. Youre still on NRC grounds—What are you,” You struggle to see past their large bodies, yet ypu know his voice. His tired and annoyed voice that stop short. As if fully taking in the scene before him, the others taunt, laughing, saying how they couldn’t care less about ‘NRC stupid rules’. Especially since they let you in. You struggle to sit, to open your mouth to simply catch his gaze. And you do, charcoal grey to yours.

It hurts.

To see his knee slammed in the first students face, fingers interlocked and wrapped around the jerk’s huge head. It happened within a second, for the vice warden to spring from the ground, as if it was mere second nature to bring such a towering body down easily. Yet the look upon his face was neutral, as if his very expression was craved from dark stone, while his eyes, filled with such rage inwhich it sent a shiver down your own spine. He wouldn’t hurt you, as he falls with lands and with a simple step is already on the second one, sending a punch to the face, you swear you could hear a bone crack, before he could even utter a word.

He feels like the wind, the blows past on a hot day, warming your face, forcing you to focus solely on it more than whatever cause such heat. It should burn… yet, your ignore the ache and turn your body. It all happened so fast, with all three bodies littered on the ground. While Jamil stands victorious. Breathing deeply through his nose, shoulders tense, and hands clenched.

Yet when he looks at you, there isn’t any anger, only worry. Fear. Regret.

As if whatever you saw before was merely a fragment. Yet as he kneels before you, face pulling into a frown as he pulls a bundle of napkins and tissues, most definitely in case Kalim needed them, from his pocket he whips the blood from your nose. Sitting in the silence. He’s a soft breeze, barely unnoticeable unless you stop for a moment. “I was worried when you disappeared like that…” He pauses, as if it just dawned on him what truly happened. You got hurt. You really did.

“If anything—and I mean anything happens like that again. Call my name. Call it. Shout it. Scream. Cry,” there’s unwavering loyalty in his words, “and I will fight for you.”

Always.

[ladylooch]

Green Devil with Nico Hischier

A/N: I’m feeling a lil angsty Nico RN. Like I love fluff, but I wanted a little bit of sass from him. 

This is part of What My World Spins Around AU. Catch the rest on my masterlist here.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: Swearing, jealousy, lil angsty, hinting at smut cause it’s me.

Tonight, I’m living.

Someone bought my coffee in line at the drive thru this morning. Nico is home, and my best friend from high school, Connor, is in town for work. I’ve been dying for Nico and Connor to meet since we started dating, but the timing never seemed to work until Connor texted me last week that he had some time on his next trip. Once I saw Nico was in town, I jumped at the offer.

“I’m really excited for you to meet Connor!” I bubble to Nico as we walk down the sidewalk towards a trendy, Tapas bar.

“Me too.” Nico responds as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I shiver, clutching his side to try and suck some of the warmth from his body. “Remember I need to leave by 9 though. If you want to stay later, that’s cool with me.” He grasps the handle of the door, opening it for me to walk in. He gives my ass a discreet slap as I go in front of him. I toss a suggestive look over my shoulder that he receives while biting his lip.

If I wasn’t so caught up in myself, I would have taken note of the immediate change in Nico when Connor and I rush to embrace each other. Connor wraps me in a tight hug that causes me to miss the irked expression on Nico’s face about how close his hands are to my ass.

“You look incredible.” Connor smiles widely, taking me in from head to toe. I pose for a second as a joke while he keeps his hands on my hips.

“Find a NHL captain and you too can be this happy.” I turn to Nico who has pasted a polite smile on his face that doesn’t quiet meet his eyes.  “Babe, this is Connor. Connor, Nico.”

“Hey man, nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Nico extends a hand. They shake firmly. Connor breaks first. 

“You too, man.” Connor juts his chin out in acknowledgment at Nico, then crosses his arms over his chest. “They’re just getting our table cleaned.”

“Oh, okay.” I nod. “So tell me all about Miami. I am dying to hear about your new condo.”

“Unreal views. You should come down next month. We can have a fun weekend together. Get wasted on expensive tequila like Cabo.”

“Oh my god, no.” I hide my face. 

“She legally cannot step foot in that resort again.” Connor says to Nico, snickering.

“Long story.” I shake my head, red tinging my cheeks. I’ve never told Nico about it because it’s still so cringy and embarrassing. Connor motions like he’s spewing vomiting. I slap his bicep to give him a warning. “Stop. Seriously.” 

Luckily, the host is ready to show us to our table. We spend the rest of the night chatting. Connor and I reminisce about our old high school friends we have lost touch with. We stalk their Facebook pages and Instagrams, laughing at how the more things change the more they stay the same in our hometown. Nico is quiet, but that’s normal with people he doesn’t know well. He seems to be content with fading into the background. At least I thought so.

“I think I’m going to head out.” Nico begins to put his jacket on as Connor and I look over the dessert drink menu. I turn to him, surprised. I check my Apple Watch, seeing it’s barely 8pm.

“Oh okay. Are you okay?” I ask, lowering my voice while I examining him for signs of distress. He seems fine. Maybe he’s just tired?

“Yep. Have a good night, baby.” He barely presses his lips to mine before he pulls away, leaving me with unsatisfied, puckered lips. He tells Connor it was great meeting him as he tosses a few hundred dollar bills on the table for the bill. When his body moves from beneath my fingers, I feel an uneasy chill from his absence. Something doesn’t feel right about this. Connor doesn’t notice and dives back into his persistence of me coming to visit him in Miami next month.

“Um…” I cut him off. “Sorry. I’ll be right back.” I say abruptly, grabbing my coat and purse before rushing to the front of the restaurant. The cold air blasts me, stealing my breath as I look to the left where Nico is about to turn into the parking lot.

“Nico.” I call after him, hustling to catch up with his long strides. “What is up with you?” I ask him breathlessly, reaching for his hand and pulling him to a stop. “And what was that kiss?” I wrinkle my nose in displeasure.

“I’m just tired. It’s been a long week.” His shoulders are rolled inwards as he talks to me, grimacing against the cold wind whipping down at us. I sigh, not liking the way he looks above my head.

“Neeks, you seem upset with me.”

“I’m not.” He shrugs, licking his lips and continuing to avoid eye contact. I cross my arms at his chilly attitude. A realization comes over me at the slight scowl on his face.

“Are you… jealous?” I ask with a small smile.

“No, just… have fun with your friend.” He scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks away from me and down the street. I can see his jaw tense as he grits his teeth.

“Wow….” I trail off with a breezy laugh. I step closer, biting my bottom lip. “You look pretty green for red being your team’s color.” I set my hands on his hips, wrapping my arms around his back. I secure myself to him tightly, resting my chin on his chest so I’m looking up at his face. “Babe, look at me.” I soften my voice so he knows I’m done teasing. He licks his lips exasperatedly, then turns his sour, scrunched face to me. I raise my eyebrows, signaling I’m waiting.

“Fuck yeah I’m jealous.” He finally scoffs out. At least he wraps his hands around me, pushing me tighter to him.

“Why?” I can’t even begin to fathom why he feels that way. He’s the sweetest, handsomest, dreamiest man I have ever laid eyes on.  

“I feel like he knows you better than me. And I hate that.” I snort, leaning forward to press my forehead to his chest. Nico silently watches me when I pull back.

“Every one of those jokes and stories are from before you.” I pause, waiting for him to soften. When he doesn’t, I continue. “He knows nothing about me anymore. You’re my life now. Not high school football games and Applebee’s late night happy hour.”

“But Miami?” He rolls his eyes.

“I won’t go. It’s obviously bothering you, so it’s not worth it. You’re my priority.”

We stare at each other until Nico finally sighs, looking away at the busy street behind me. I get closer, onto my tip toes, then tenderly pressing my lips on his throat. People pass around us, the world continuing on as we hold each other. I work my mouth up to the nook of his shoulder and neck. I open my mouth a little more, sucking his skin into my mouth. His shoulders relax, head meeting mine as his hands grip my back tighter. I pull away just before I mark him, pressing my nose to the wet spot. I run my hand across his shoulder to the back of his neck and cradle his head. A heavy exhale from him ends our hug.

“Okay.”

“Will you come back with me?” 

“No, but you should stay. For real. Spend time with him… then come home to me.” His eyes darken with hunger as he brushes my hair behind my ear, holding my cheek. I watch as he closes his eyes, then leans down to capture our lips together. This is the kiss I needed from him earlier. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue along the plumped skin. I’m intoxicated when we pull apart. I stare at the lapels of his jacket.

“Maybe… I wanna come home now.” He smirks at me as I pull my phone out and text Connor a quick lie. “I’m suddenly soooo sick.” Nico leans his head back to laugh towards the sky.

“Let’s go needy girl.”

[bobamilkk]

TF2 HEADCANONS PART TWO ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

I told myself I’d get these up one of these days👍 I finished this list at 4 am last night so none of this makes any sense and every word is more chaotic than the ones before it and no I’m not sorry y’all sighed up for this bs

Scout

-Can understand a good chunk of French but can’t speak more than a few simple words if that, has no clue how he understands it (Spy spoke a good amount of French around him as a baby or something idk)

-Can be just has hard to find as Spy-once you loose sight of him he’s impossible to find if he’s actually trying to stay hidden-Like father like son

-Can and will steal your food-this includes Heavy and Medic-He has no fear whatsoever and has been sent to respawn god knows how many fucking times because of this-And yet he still does it

-Loves scifi movies and comics and if you watch a movie with him half of it is him pointing out random trivia facts because he’s incapable of shutting the fuck up (this is also what happens when you watch a movie with me irl. My grandparents are sick and tired of it. Yes this is even more self projection what of it?)

-has mastered the younger sibling talent of fucking climbing people if it means getting something that’s held over his head. He also bites

Soldier

-it’s impossible to tell if he’s insulting you or complimenting you 90% of the time

-Has stabbed Scout’s hand to the table to prevent him from stealing food before and no one stopped him

-The team has movie nights once a week and Soldier always puts on the same inaccurate WW2 documentary he made himself when it’s his turn to pick-he used to put on 10 hours of the American National Anthem but someone (read: The rest of the team working together) lost (read: Violently destroyed) the tape after the third time

-I said he was from Missouri once in a rp cuz my rp friend and I are both from different parts of Missouri so that’s my hc now

Pyro

-I always hc him as Irish for some reason idk why

-Can casually pick up every merc except for Heavy-He struggles a bit with Medic because that man is pure muscle but they can indeed pick him up

-May or may not be a cannibal-it’s a little uncertain but either way they’re banned from the kitchen and cooking duty

-I’m a sucker for the hc that he does not like water whatsoever-Getting this man a bath is like trying to bathe a cat except somehow even more deadly

Demo

-This may be the impulsive sleep deprivation but my brain randomly went “What If he can see general ghosts because of his possessed eye socket, not just Eyelander or the scream fortress ghosts” so sometimes people walk in on him casually having a conversation with the air. Considering he’s made out with his own organs in his head, this is one of the less weird things they’ve walked in on him doing

-Surprisingly he’s the best with kids out of all 9 mercs, Heavy is a good runner up though and Spy’s not far behind but will never admit it

Heavy

-Accent gets thicker when he’s talking to people he cares about

-Was the one who suggested the movie nights in the first place

-Actually cleans up in the base unlike literally everyone else

Engie

-People don’t realize how unhinged this man is ok??? Anyways he’s a caffeine addict and has developed the habit of pulling way too many all nighters if it means getting work done (like me. It’s 4 am as I work on this list. Help)

-What’s a southern farm boy without a few dozen concerning stories about pushing cousins out of second story barn windows or near drowning fishing story? My cousins lived on a farm when we were kids and they scared the shit out of me I swear there was a new broken bone every summer

-probably once had a sleep deprived mental breakdown on his workshop floor because the sweet tea one of the mercs made him wasn’t sweet enough idk man I’m sleep deprived rn and could really use a southern style sweet tea

Medic

-Mann vs Machine hc that his hometown would rather deal with the robots than having Medic anywhere near them ever again. They want him GONE

-Sleeps like a fucking corpse-You can’t even tell he’s breathing unless you look closely. He even crosses his arms like a corpse

-Will take you graverobbing for a romantic date-gotta get experiment canvases somehow he’s running out of room on the other mercs without them just dropping dead from it all

Sniper

-The opposite of a morning person, but his internal clock won’t let him sleep in ever. The suns up? He’s up! Someone help him

-Has befriended a wild owl and feeds it at night-The offense trio very violently helped him name it (They fist fought eachother over who’s name was better while Sniper spaced out thinking about random gator facts)

Spy

-An adrenaline junkie but will never ever admit it

-Spy can mimic voices to a near perfect even without his disguise kit-he however rarely uses this and instead simply mocks everyone instead because he finds it funny (“This is Scout! Rainbows make me cry!”)

-Wears a corset because I said so-It always matches perfectly with his outfit and underwear too-He feels SO bonita

Bonus since it’s Pride Month

-Scout is gay and so many levels deep in the closet it’s embarrassing-He’s also trans because I said so

-Soldier is trans, bi, and poly :) his list of wives consists of anyone and everyone /j

-Spy is bi and a cis man who wears dresses regularly he’s gnc af and I love that for him he’s my wife now

-Medic is gay and still legally married to his wife they’re mlm wlm solidarity married for tax benefits /j

-Pyro is trans, non-binary, and pan and uses he/they pronouns because I said so

-None of these men are straight ok

-Medic did both Scout and Soldier’s top surgery but both of them instead have overly extravagant extremely gorey stories on how they got their scars

[almostfoxglove]

hey there you enchantress of words and feelings

i am writing to you from the depths of a sleepless night (and extremely tired day at work with absolutely no regrets AT ALL would do it again no questions) spent rereading all of i’ll carry you and finishing the last chapter at the early hours of dawn with no one but the stark light of my humidifier to witness the tears rolling down my cheeks.

idek where to start? this was already one of my absolute favorite javi stories but now i think it might have just beat that to become the eternal javi story etched into the grooves of my brain.

i cried for her and her shattered heart that only has the strength to put itself back together for him. i cried for her and her shattered heart each time it thought it was done breaking for him. i cried for her and her shattered heart when it was finally settling (only settling because it would never beat for anyone else but him) for another soul even tho it wasn’t made to fit with another. i cried for her and her shattered heart when it saw him again and realized he would continue to shatter her every day now that he’s tangible again.

and then i read his pov (that i had put aside until this final chapter was released) and cried all over again for him and his shrinking heart that only unfurled in her presence. i cried for every time he came close to presenting his gentle heart at the pedestal of her but never actually did. i cried for all the years, days, and minutes that they were so close yet so far and not even the strongest forces could either bring them together or pull them away from the gravity of each other.

i cried because, i consider myself somewhat of a “late bloomer” - in my early twenties without much to show for romantic entanglements. not to say i haven’t loved because i have but never in a soul-shattering way. and i have cried many times for all that time that seems to have passed without my heart knowing where to put all that love it carries so easily. so reading about these two and how they find each other even after everything that has passed was almost like that weighted blanket that pulls javi under the depths of sleep. this story was that weighted blanket that gently enveloped my weary heart and slowly lulled it to sleep.

ANYWAY (jesus get a grip woman) i apologize for all this rambling. i just didn’t know where to put all these feelings that have been swimming through me all day, at work, hours after i read the last line. this story has taken up a special place in my heart and i will be revisiting as many times as i need to be enveloped by the love of these characters and lulled into a sense of security.

thank you for sharing this beautiful and soul warming piece of art with us and thank you for sharing all your scribblings with the world 🤍

i’m sure i’ll have more to say but for as of right now i’m gonna continue thinking about these two for as long as i can.

p.s. after reading the javi pov drabble i couldn’t help but wonder if you’ve thought about his pov for more situations? like when he leaves that second time (for four years) and when he pretends not to see her after the wedding dress day or any other times. i would love to keep swimming through his pov!

oh my god anon you're making me cry into my coffee rn (tears of LOVE) - I cannot believe how thoughtful and generous this is of you to write / send. speaking of enchanter of words & feelings hello?? this ask is poetry?? I am so fucking touched that you were so touched by I'll carry you - that series has been my favorite to work on so it just means so much that it's close to your heart, too.

I'm so glad that despite all it's angst (sorry to javi I swear you're my favorite pedro boy baby idk why I put you through the wringer with this one) that it's still a comfort to you?? like that's actually gonna make me full on weep to think about I'm so fucking honored <3

re: more javi pov - I am... certainly not opposed to this >:-) I've got a bunch in my writing queue that'll have to come first but I do intend to come back to these two in one shots in the future, sooooo I'm popping this in my ideas doc :,) I'm really so touched that you'd want to read more from them (sobsobsob)

thank you so much for reading & being so fucking sweet to me. I love you sm anon - I'm holding ur hand through the internet right now, ok? you're a fucking gem x

[screampied]

hello my sweet pumpkin pie, cutie pookie.

so happy you enjoy our long chats because i really like talking and talking with you, and it’s just a perfect blend for disaster.

i don’t play games, because if i download anything other than the sims on my computer, poor old sport is going to burst on my face. but!! i did watched my favorite streamer playing it, and other games, including the others from RE. i’m not one for actually playing, i’m more of a watcher. that said, i’m contemplating downloading on my tablet love and deep space because.. well, no need to explain, sylus is just there, just look at him.

ok, so yes you did, and i’m thinking if you follow me before october 1st i’m just going to have to send a non-anonymous ask with “busted” and DO NOT POST THAT PLEASE I HAVE A REPUTATION CHEIDHDKDNKS

omg yes, the mask stays on. you know another one i think is super sexy? jason. ugh, i’m always a slut for hockey players, but killer buffy guy with a nhl mask? oh yeah, me like that. i think once more toji could take that spot, idk man he just fixes the masked killer vibe so much, so sexy.

i have so many ideas for halloween, it’s not even funny, and i can’t start writing it for the life of me. but that’s okay, i’ll just say i got food poisoning and my brain is melting, people will feel sad for me and will let the poor writing slide.

talking about ideas, last night i had an idea for sukuna rider, and i kinda want to show myself earlier just so i can post it and gush about it with you. like imagine something along the lines of being his prize for winning a race… imma just let that there, and the car’s backseat, of course.

i always prefer books over movies, but it’s been a long time, i read most of the books (i think only the two first) in middle school, but the movies i keep rewatching every year. my favorite is the second because, well, finnick. self explanatory.

LEGALLY BLONDE!!! you have such a good taste. can you believe i’ve never watched it until three years ago? it was an instant regret to have never seen it before, fucks sake. my poor girly and academic self was devastated, but that was on me, i’m very cautious with seeing new movies, i like to keep rewatching the same.

and your music taste!!! perfection as well. i was much more into indie before, and my favorite famous singer was only one, mrs lana del rey, that was in middle school and only me and another girl in school knew her, it was like discovering water in a desert. now i’m growing found of sabrina. the thing is i relate so much to the being fucking horny all the time, having a thing for older guys and accepting i’m a flawed human being. well, i think it fixes it.

i’m not really a fan of anything else. i mean, i like grrm as my favorite author, and i used to spend my free time on twitter swearing at him all the time (affectionately. sometimes).

ok, questions of today will be what’s your favorite food from your country (which is lovely by the way, if it wasn’t for my enormous fears of tsunami, i would be going. oh, yeah, and the money.) and a country you would like to visit and one you wouldn’t at all.

nut anon

NUTTY NUT ANON 👹🫵 my bad b i meant to reply yesterday but i was soooo fucking tired. i got like twelve hours of sleep after work and IMSO ENGERGIZED

of course, eye feel like we both match each other’s energy’s so well 🫂. just two sillies chatting together heh. real, i play sims too. i used to be so addicted actually until it stopped working on my FUCKING PC. like wdym no storage what.

WHAT STREAMERS DO U WATCH TELL ME. same, i watch people play and play it for myself sometimes bc why not yk. DOWNLOADDD LADS RN u won’t regret it. i’ve been playing since august and i loveeeee it. it’s a new banner soon eheh. and right, sylus is so 🤭🤭. the only bad thing is that love and deepspace takes up SO much storage. like im not evenjoking its ridiculous ✋🏽✋🏽 but its worth it bc sexy men haha

LMAO “BUSTED” pls that’d be so funny 🌞 let me see if i can find out just who you are heheh

stop jason is so sexy goodbye. yeah he’s kinda smelly under all that gunk but yoh……. DO U SEE HOW BIG HE IS, SHIT. idk mask killers are just >>>>> i love friday the 13th, jason takes manhattan will always be my favvvvv ughhh. A NHL MASK I WOULD SCREAAAAAM. real toji def gives me psycho killer vibes yum

ILOOVEEEE LEGALLY BLOND. omg nutty i actually had an idea about making a fic about it. it would be about satoru and i thought about calling it “legally platinum blonde” get it bc his hair it white 🤒✋🏽. LMAOO ITS SO STUPID. it was supposed to be a crack smut fic, maybe an au where satoru’s a virgin and he loses a bet with suguru that he can take reader out but he eventually falls in love. WHATDO YOU THINK. but omg ty 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i love cheesy romcom movies, me n legally blonde, mean girls, and clueless are like this 🤞🏽🤞🏽. ur real, i rewatch so many movies myself

YAAAAH i also like rock, glam rock specially like queen. i used to have the biggest queen phase in quarantine. i pretty much like any genre besides country, i just …. no. don’t get me wrong tho, the only country song i can stand is before he cheats by carrie underwood NOW IVE NEVER BEEN CHEATED ON BUT ILL SCREAM THAT SONG BAR FOR BAR UNTIL MY THROAT HURTS omg sorry idk what came over me ehm 🙆‍♀️💓🎀. ooh i love lana, favorite album? i still remember when summertime sadness/video games came out, my entire life changed

sabrina >>>> YES. her new album is a cultural reset like UGHHHHH. literally no skips (i haven’t even finished it haha) i’ve only listened to bed chem, espresso, juno, don’t smile, taste and please please please but ohmmyyygod i love the retro 80s vibe she’s giving. you r so right ab older men and constantly being horny, i fear we’re the same person

my favorite food from my country !!!!!!!! probably pepperpot or our bajan fried fish. SO GOOD. hehe thank yew, and yeah 💔💔💔💔 i live like right next door to the fawking sea so we have to deal with hurricanes n tsunamis but thankful we haven’t had tsunamis for like decades. the last hurricane we had was in july, hurricane beryl but thankfully me n my family was on vacation during that time 🧎‍♀️a country i wanna visit issssss brazil !!!!! or the bahamas. one i don’t wanna visit, i don’t think i have one. i wanna visit everywhere in the caribbean one day 🙆‍♀️

[justkeepdancing-nemo]

Failing Nemo || Romo Texts

Summary: On the last week of the term, the stress from uni becomes too much for Nemo.

Part One of Finding Nemo: Uni Arc

tw: anxiety, depression

DECEMBER 13

Nemo Bae

hey heeeeeey hi what r u doing rn are u studying? [deleted] pay attention to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee [deleted] im losing my mind haha

Robbie

Hey Yeah, I'm studying for my anatomy final which is kind of boring but I swear they added more parts to the human body since I last learned this Nemo Bae

ahahh there are like a tonne of bones thats so weird tho ur a vet student shouldnt u learn about animal parts

Robbie

I think that comes next when I get into more specialized stuff ugh so many bones though you're right how are you though

Nemo Bae

missing youuuu come hang out with me

Robbie

How is studying for finals going? Last time I came to see you we didn't study at all. I failed you

Nemo Bae

thats bc i dont wanna study lol its pointless but hanging out with uuuu isnt

Robbie

Studying isn't pointless Why do you think it's pointless

Nemo Bae

i just cant do it lol i try and i cant pay attention and my back always hurts too much to like sit in one place but if i lay down i fall asleep bc its so boring my grades suck anyway

Robbie

aw that's probably not true I'm sure your grades don't suck I could come over and help you for real this time I can quiz you and stuff

Nemo Bae

they do robbie im not smart like you. i cant write like you. my grades are really bad and ive gotten incompletes in my fellows class because i havent even turned in stuff

Robbie

Hey you're smart don't say that

Nemo Bae

but its true im not smart okay im not cut out for this i dunno i feel like it was just a mistake and im gonna fail anyway so

Robbie

like going to school was a mistake? Nemo you're smart and you can do it. I know you can. You just have to keep trying. it sounds like you're giving up

Nemo Bae

yeah i am ahah ive TRIED ok i keep trying to study for my finals and i cant do it  i tried all semester but all i did was hurt myself so i couldnt even dance i have to write final papers in my ballet and contemporary classes now thats two more papers im just gonna go back to the hollow

Robbie

Nemo I can help okay it's not the end of the world and it's going to be fine

Nemo Bae

no its not you dont get it because tis easy for you

Robbie

it's not easy I still have to study like everyone else That's just how school is And if it looks easy it's because I had a lot of years to learn a lot of things But those were years where I had to try and study hard and put in the effort it doesn't just happen for me

Nemo Bae

well i shouldnt distract you from studying then

Robbie

Nemo

Nemo Bae

what? thats what you're saying you say you gotta study and all im doing is getting in your way you dont have time to help me anyway esp when it doesnt matter and its too late Robbie

We can talk about it more don't just pull away. That's not what I'm saying it's not too late we can work on it together

Nemo Bae

and then when i fail anyway????

Robbie

then you pick yourself up and try again You can replace those grades if you really think you're going to fail You can retake the class

Nemo Bae

i dont want to. i DONT. its too much and too stressful theres a reason not a lot of fairies go to uni esp not from a hollow im so tired of sucking this much

Robbie

You don't suck

Nemo Bae

how would u even know how much i suck robbie youre not in my classes do u want me to send u pics of all my shitty papers lol then youll realize im a lost cause

Robbie

I will never think you are a lost cause

Nemo Bae

i dont even see why we're arguing about this its not even your business

Robbie

Oh its not? im not supposed to care?

Nemo Bae

i just dont see why you do this much

Robbie

You don't see why I care about you and your life this much

Nemo Bae

i dont see why you care about whether or not i go to school if you cared about me then youd say ok nemo i love you but apparently i have to be a freaking genius for you too

Robbie

Because you wanted to go to school? Because you want to take all those dance classes?

Nemo Bae

but i was wrong okay? and it sucks and i spent my appa's money and he's gonna be disappointed in me and clearly you're disappointed in me

Robbie

im not disappointed I just think you're being too hard on yourself

Nemo Bae

i feel like quitting is actually finally letting myself chill but ok

Robbie

im just afraid you'd regret it and I really don't think it's as much of a lost cause as you think it is But I can butt out I guess im sorry

Nemo Bae

its my fault its fine i'll let you get back to studying [deleted] this conversation felt really bad, im sorry i was.. i didnt mean to make it sound [deleted] maybe we can try it, you helping me deleted] im sorry, robbie

Robbie

Yeah, if you wanna talk later just text me

Nemo Bae

okay

DECEMBER 13, SEVERAL HOURS LATER 

Robbie

hey i just wanted to check and see how you are doing and say i'm sorry for upsetting you

Nemo Bae

 you really dont have to apologize. im the one. i know i lashed out at you and took a lot of my frustration and stress out on you and im really sorry about that. i shouldnt have said a lot of the things i said. i know youre just caring about me. im feeling a little better now though

Robbie

That's good! If you want me to come over I can. I want to see you

Nemo Bae

oh im actually uh i kinda left lol i'll be back in a couple of days though! i wanna see you then

Robbie

You left?

Nemo Bae

yeah i think i needed to get out and clear my head and i already feel a lot better

Robbie

Oh okay that makes sense. Did you go to the hollow

Nemo Bae

no im going camping with tae

Robbie

camping?

Nemo Bae

yeah there's this campsite we went to in the summer its got little cabins too tho we might just sleep in the car

Robbie

aren't your finals and stuff...are you gonna miss them?

Nemo Bae

probably? i told you though, im gonna fail anyway and seriously as soon as i decided to go it was like a huge weight off my shoulders i'll work on my papers maybe a little while im gone idk

Robbie

okay I love you be safe please

Nemo Bae

we will! i love you too robbie i really do wanna talk when i get back

Robbie

ill be here

[ksywoo]

Hello Fizzy!!!

I'm here with an idea for ya :)

F2L, Soonyoung confessing his feelings for a friend for the first time - the catch? No one saw it coming, the friend included 😂 Maybe Seungkwan is there and shrieks out of terror when Soonyoung does it? LOL

I'm in my Kwon Soonyoung feels rn (he is 1 of my 3 biases in SVT - I'm not very loyal sshhhh 🥴)

Feel free to do as you please with this idea, and if you're not up for writing it, that's fine too :)

Thank you! 💙

How to Cope with Rejection: An Unhelpful Guide to Protecting Your Friendship / k.sy

pairing: kwon soonyoung x gn!reader pronouns: they/them word count: 5.5k genre: the biggest of idiots to lovers, (accidental) confessions, no like actually everyone in this is an idiot except for woozi, can be read as idol or non-idol, angst if you squint, happy ending warnings: alcohol (reader doesn't drink), soonyoung teases reader for eating fast but thinks it's cute? and it's very short. let me know if there's anything else! note: thank you @twogyuu for the request!!! it was so fun to write and I hope you like it :) kwon soonyoung my absolute beloved

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STEP ONE: Don’t listen to your friends, whether they believe he likes you or not. Outside opinions will either get your hopes up or remind you of how unrequited your feelings are. 

“Have you seen Hoshi?” Seokmin asked you, his arm around Seungkwan’s shoulders to steady himself. “We need to have an emergency BSS meeting.” 

“Seokmin swears he has a good song idea…” Seungkwan explained, glancing warily at his drunk friend, steadying him with a hand to his stomach. “I’m not so sure.” 

“Just tell me where Hoshi is, he’ll understand my vision.” 

You smiled at Seokmin but shook your head. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him for a while. Last I saw him, he was dancing.”

Seokmin whined. “You’re supposed to know where he is! Who’s going to keep track of Soonyoung if you don’t?” 

“Shua?” 

The tall boy perked up, nodding. “I’ll ask him. Let’s go Kwannie.” 

“I’m tired of babysitting you, DK. Let’s leave Shua alone and just hang out here until Soonyoung comes back,” he bargained. “He can’t stay away from Y/n for that long anyway, he’ll be back.” 

Seokmin agreed with the idea and flopped to the floor to give his feet a break, almost immediately closing his eyes to sleep, his head tilting to rest against your leg as you stood against the wall.

“Didn’t you promise to not let him drink much?” you asked, making Seungkwan sigh. 

“I was doing well but I had to pee and when I came back, Jeonghan had convinced him to take a few shots with them.” 

“Of course it was Jeonghan.” 

Seungkwan laughed through his nose as he looked out towards the dancefloor. “Just as I predicted,” he smiled, nodding towards Soonyoung, who was standing in the middle of the room looking around intently for someone. When his eyes met yours, his face lit up and he waved excitedly, excusing himself from the conversation he was in to join you.

“There you are!” he greeted, slinging his arm over your shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You laughed and wiped your face on your shirt despite the sudden butterflies telling you to accept the affection. 

“I haven’t moved since you left,” you said. “It shouldn’t have been that hard to find me.” 

Soonyoung pouted but interrupted his own thoughts when he saw Seokmin on the floor. “Kyeommie!” he yelled, dropping to the floor to sit on the boy’s lap and kiss his cheek as well. Unlike the quick kiss he had given you, he repeatedly kissed Seokmin’s cheek with loud kisses until the drunk boy pushed him off his lap. 

You and Seungkwan exchanged looks, your friend’s eyes filled with sympathy and yours expressing slight annoyance.

The thing was, you had a massive crush on Soonyoung, and every time he did anything sweet towards you, he did something bigger and more lovey to one of your friends. 

In the years you grew to know and love Kwon Soonyoung, you learned that he was many things. He was kind, he was talented, he was cuddly, a tad stupid sometimes, maybe a little loud and dramatic, and above all, the most unsubtle person you had ever met. Any emotion Soonyoung felt or thought he had was clear as day to anyone around him. He was the definition of someone wearing their heart on their sleeve.

If he was hungry, you already knew because he listed several places within walking distance that you should accompany him to. 

If he was happy, he wouldn’t stop talking about whatever it was that made him so, sometimes to an annoying extent, but you seemed to be one of the only people who would let him keep talking until he tired himself out.

If he didn’t like someone, it was rare, but his expression said it all, lips turned down and eyebrows pulled together as he eyed the person skeptically. 

If he was tired, you were painfully aware. He was already laying all over you and burying his face in your hoodie or laying on your lap whining to go home or stay still so he could sleep. 

Point is that he couldn’t hide a secret to save his life especially if it was something about himself. He was an open book, and he liked it that way. Sometimes his closest friends knew how he felt before he even did. Not only was he easy to read, he was over-the-top about how he felt.

So, when after years of friendship you still didn’t think he had feelings for you, it was pretty decided by you and your whole friend group that he didn’t like you back. If he did, it would be way more apparent in so many different ways. You had never seen him with a crush on someone, but you were positive it would have been more evident because it was Kwon Soonyoung; he certainly would have been giggling and twirling his hair every time you blinked if he actually had feelings for you. 

But you were totally fine with just being his friend, really. Okay, it kinda sucked, but you loved to pretend it was fine. You had had a crush on him for so long but it was a well-known fact that he didn’t like you romantically, so it wasn’t worth shedding tears over. 

Except maybe sometimes to Seungkwan. 

Everyone in your shared friend group was aware of your unrequited feelings for Soonyoung, but you only really talked to Seungkwan about it. You had mentioned your crush a couple of times to a few others, and it became something they liked to try to joke to you about in front of him and see how obvious they could be before Soonyoung started to catch on. You didn’t like those jokes so much, so you decided Seungkwan was the only one you could openly vent to without being teased every time. 

You often exchanged looks with him every time Soonyoung did anything like cover Seokmin’s face in kisses after giving you one incredibly platonic cheek kiss. 

“Hoshiiiii,” Seokmin muttered, despite excitedly looking for the boy not five minutes earlier. “Off.” 

Soonyoung listened, moving to sit next to Seokmin instead of on top of him. “Wonwoo said you were looking for me?” 

Remembering the reason for asking everyone at the party where Soonyoung was, Seokmin opened his eyes and sat up. “I HAVE A SONG IDEA.” 

You smiled as Soonyoung listened to the drunk slurring, trying his best to follow along with Seokmin’s ideas, which were messy and unorganized and very questionable. Soonyoung was sweet and patient nonetheless, writing down the ideas on his notes app so they could start writing a song the next day, but really he just wrote them down so he could tease Seokmin when he sobered up. 

“Are you ready to go home, DK?” Soonyoung asked, helping the other boy up when he agreed. 

“Wait, did you drink?” you asked Soonyoung, assuming he was being extra affectionate because of alcohol. 

Soonyoung shook his head. “No. Well, I had some water…” 

You smiled and shook your head.

“I’m going to go around and see if anyone else is ready to go home and needs a ride. Watch him to make sure he doesn’t wander off?” 

Seungkwan agreed and waited for Soonyoung to get out of earshot before turning to you. “Can he stop being cute towards you?” 

“I know,” you groaned. “What is wrong with him? It’s like he can’t tell I’m borderline in love with him.”

“Only borderline?” Seungkwan teased, but you elbowed him. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

Jihoon walked up a few minutes later, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall on the other side of Seokmin. “Soonyoung sent me here to get collected to go home.” 

You laughed. “Yeah, so far just you and DK though.” 

“You’re not going home? Soonyoung sounded like he wanted you to.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Jihoon shrugged. “He asked if I wanted to go home yet, then went on a tangent about seeing if you wanted to go home too and watch a movie or have a sleepover with him or something.” 

You felt your cheeks heat up, blaming it on the temperature of the crowded room. “I think I’m gonna stay here a little longer. I want to make sure everyone gets home safe since I know a few people have had a lot more to drink than Seokmin.” 

At the mention of his name, Seokmin stood up and suddenly tried walking away like he just remembered he had to do something detrimental to the safety and security of the country, but Seungkwan grabbed his arm and pulled him back, pushing his shoulder down so he sat again. He obeyed with little restraint.

“I think he likes you,” Jihoon declared simply. 

“Who?” you asked hesitantly, partially wanting to ignore him to keep your hopes down, but also intrigued in indulging in the fantasy that Soonyoung might like you back. 

“Soonyoung.” 

“We’ve all talked about this, Ji. And all of us have agreed that he doesn’t. It would be so obvious if he did.” 

Jihoon nodded and shifted, putting his phone in his pocket and turning towards you. “But… it is kinda obvious. He talks about you a lot.” 

You scoffed, hopes immediately deflated. “He talks a lot about a lot of people.” 

“But, like, for long periods of time. He literally just brought you up out of nowhere and went on a full tangent about hanging out with you without us. It’s hard to get him to change the topic once he starts talking about you sometimes. And he does it so shy like he’s worried we’re annoyed.”

Okay, that was kinda good reasoning. “Still.” 

“He’s also pretty touchy with you.”

“That is definitely not a good argument,” you laughed. “All of you are touchy with everyone. Trust me, I’ve thought about that one. But every time I’m like ‘oooh he had his arm around my shoulder while we walked to lunch’, he turns around and does something like cuddling with Chan for an entire movie.”  

The boy hummed, shrugging. “Just saying what I think. It’s a different vibe.”

“He just kissed my cheek. And then immediately after, he smothered DK with kisses.”

Jihoon shrugged in an ‘I don’t know what to tell you except what I’ve already told you and that is that he definitely likes you’ way. “Again, different vibe.”

“Well, no one else agrees with your vibe checker,” you teased. “Thanks for believing in me though.”

“I’m the biggest Soony/n shipper and even I don’t think he likes them,” Seungkwan admitted. “I mean, it’s Hoshi. He’s so obvious about everything; if he does like Y/n, he would have had to suddenly learn how to keep his feelings inside. Like, there’s no way there would be this much debate and confusion if he did because he’d be obvious, you know?” 

“Wow, way to sugarcoat it, Seungkwan,” you forced out a small laugh and he deflated. 

“I don’t mean it like that–”

“No, I get it,” you smiled, even while your heart was wilting. “I’m going to go check up on everyone and make sure they’re all okay.”

“Y/n–” 

“I’ll see you guys later. Text me when you get home.” 

You walked away, missing the way Soonyoung looked around for you in the crowd with a frown after Jihoon and Seungkwan told him you were staying. He’d have to convince you to have a sleepover and movie night some other time.

STEP TWO: Don’t spend time alone, especially if cuddling is involved. It fuels unrealistic fantasies which are not something you should be thinking about when with your FRIEND.

Soonyoung eventually tracked you down and found a day neither of you were busy to invite you over to hang out. Of course, you agreed. It was difficult to not agree with Soonyoung. 

“Your cooking has gotten better,” you commented as you shoveled food into your mouth. 

Soonyoung laughed at your haste. “Maybe you’re just starving. Slow down, you’re going to choke.” 

You smiled but didn’t slow down. It was good and you were hungry.

“I was going to say I couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or not but judging by how you’re barely even tasting your food before eating it, I’m guessing it’s a compliment?” 

You nodded, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “Big compliment. This is so good. Maybe it’s just good compared to what you used to make.” 

“You’re cute,” Soonyoung giggled, his cheeks filling with color at the praise. “I’ve been getting some of the boys to teach me how to make stuff. They’re good teachers.” 

“You’re a good student.” 

He hid his smile behind his hand, trying to play off how happy the compliments made him by changing the subject. “Do you want more?” 

You shook your head. “I’m full. But it was really good, thank you.” 

He nodded and took your plate and his, bringing them to the sink to clean. 

“Wait, let me help clean up since you made dinner,” you offered, gently pushing him out of the way. He let you, dramatically agreeing that he shouldn’t be expected to cook and clean, all while putting leftovers away and cleaning the counters. 

It didn’t take long after tidying the kitchen for you two to retire to the living room and put on a movie. There was even less time between putting on the movie and him pulling you close to lean against his chest with his arms around you. 

During times like this — with your back pressed to his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder, and his arms wrapped around your waist but his hand still managing to hold yours while you two softly commented on whatever movie you picked — it was easy to forget he didn’t like you.

It felt so real, so sweet, so pure. If it was anyone else, you would be suspicious of the occasional kisses he pressed to your shoulder or cheek. If it was anyone else, the small signs of affection would be enough evidence to convince you the person had feelings for you, but coming from Soonyoung, it wasn’t enough to determine a clear conclusion. It was easy to doubt that his intentions were romantic when he wasn’t his normal emphatic self about it. He was so loud and unmistakable about everything, so why would he be anything other than loud and unmistakable when it came to his romantic feelings? 

In everything, Soonyoung was a hurricane that could disturb entire cities with any slight expression of emotion. 

But this? The soft kiss he left on your ear as he giggled at your joke or the slow, absentminded trace of his fingers over your hand and arm when he noticed you were getting cold? This was anything but outspoken. It was soft, a gentle breeze that shakes leaves but does nothing to disturb the tree. 

Unfortunately, it was easy to pretend when the only lights in the room came from the television and the boy whose smile knocked over every wall around your heart. 

STEP THREE: Try dating other people. Sometimes you just need a reminder that other people are cool too, I guess. 

A change needed to be made. When things don’t work, something’s got to give. In this case, being cuddly with Soonyoung 24/7 was not working. It was more than okay when it was actually happening, when you two would cuddle during a movie or sleep in the same bed or when he would hold your hand while walking to dinner, but the after made it difficult. After all of that, when he would cuddle with someone else or hold Minghao’s hand instead, it made all the good things feel insignificant and meaningless. 

So something had to change. Unfortunately, Seungkwan took this to mean you wanted a boyfriend.

“I don’t want to go on a blind date, Seungkwan,” you sighed as you threw an old sweatshirt onto your bed. 

The blonde boy frowned up at you from your floor. “Why not? I promise he’s nice. And probably your type. He looks a bit like Soonyoung now that I think about it.”

“That’s worse,” you replied, head deep in your closet.  

“What, you don’t like Soonie for his looks?” he teased.

You threw a wadded-up hoodie at his big grin. “I don’t want to go on a date with someone who will remind me of the boy who doesn’t like me back. I meant I needed change as in, like, hanging out with him less.” 

“We both know that’s not going to happen.” Seungkwan pulled the hoodie off his head and set it next to the other clothes you were getting rid of. “Come on, this guy thinks you’re really cute.” 

You looked at him quickly. “He knows me?” 

“He was at our dance practice the other day so he saw you when you stopped by.” 

You thought back to that day, trying to remember the faces of the people you didn’t know. “Which one was he?”

“I don’t remember what he was wearing. Super tall? Dark hair?”

“Super tall? Yeah, sounds just like our Hoshi,” you joked. “What, like, taller than Mingyu?” 

Seungkwan shrugged. 

“You’re so helpful. I don’t want to go.”

“But he was so interested,” Seungkwan pouted. “He literally wouldn’t shut up about you after you left. It was annoying but also kinda cute. He’s probably not a good… long-term boyfriend… but I just want you to go out and have fun and forget about your unrequited love for one night to see that you’re capable of being loved by other people.”

You sighed and sat on your bed, looking down at Seungkwan on the floor. You held out your hands and he quickly placed them in yours, staring up at you with a pout. “Kwan, I know I am. I’ve been in relationships before. I’m not hopelessly in love with Soonyoung. I’m actually so fine with where our friendship is at. I’m content! Let me stay content.” 

He paused. “I don’t believe you, though.”

Good, you thought, that makes you a good best friend.

“You just think anyone is better than Soonyoung,” you joked to postpone your answer. 

Seungkwan scoffed. “Not true. I know we argue a lot but he’s one of my best friends. I’m rooting for you and Soon… but we know that’s not… you know…”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, rubbing the back of his hand as you tried to stop thinking about Soonyoung. 

You thought hard about going on the date with Seungkwan’s friend, deciding it probably couldn’t hurt to go out with this guy. If it would make Seungkwan feel better, it would be worth it. And maybe he was right, maybe it would be fun and help you get your mind off things. 

“One date,” you agreed. 

Seungkwan cheered, taking his hands back to stand up and tackle you in a hug. “Thank you!! It will be fun, he’s really nice and funny.”

“He better be,” you jokingly threatened, making him smile. 

STEP FOUR: Realize dating other people is pointless.

He wasn’t nice and funny. Well, he was, but you couldn’t stop yourself from comparing him to Soonyoung and no one does well when compared to Soonyoung. It wasn’t fair to compare a mere mortal with the epitome of happiness and love, but you didn’t mean to. 

“I never said he was a terrible person!” you defended, pouting as a few of the boys continued to make jokes about your bad date. “I said he–” you groaned, giving up as Jeonghan and Mingyu talked over you to make more jokes at your expense. 

“Was he at least a good kisser?” 

“I didn’t kiss him, we went on one date.” 

“Give him a chance. Maybe his most redeemable quality is his kissing?” Jeonghan suggested, laughing as you groaned. 

“He has redeemable qualities, I just didn’t like him in that way.” 

“What’s happening?” Soonyoung asked, joining the conversation late as he fell next to you on the couch. He opted to shove himself in the small space between you and the armrest instead of anywhere else on the otherwise empty couch, leaving him half on your lap with one leg flung over yours. 

“We’re talking about Y/n’s terrible date,” Wonwoo summarized. 

“I never used the word ‘terrible’,” you corrected. 

“Was it bad?” Soonyoung asked genuinely, eyes full of curiosity as he looked at you. 

“It was fine,” you said before anyone could answer for you. “We just didn’t really click, that’s all.” 

“Wasn’t it that dude who hangs around the practice room all the time?” Soonyoung asked, giggling when Seungkwan nodded. “That guy sucks.” 

Half of the room broke out laughing at the abruptness, but you and Seungkwan looked at him. “What? No, he doesn’t! He’s so nice!” Seungkwan defended. 

“Because all you talk to him about is dance,” Soonyoung explained, “so he always throws around compliments to suck up to you. If you talked to him about literally anything else, you’d see he’s so boring. And has bad opinions.” 

“Hoshi’s just mad because he said he liked bears better than tigers,” Wonwoo teased, making Soonyoung frown. 

“Nooo,” Soonyoung lied obviously. “Partly. Mostly. But he’s also boring. He’s majoring in, like, finance or something.” 

“That’s an honorable field…” you defended.

“I thought you agreed he sucked,” Soonyoung looked at you with a pout.

“Aw, is Soonie jealous?” Jeonghan teased, which was purposefully ignored by both you and Soonyoung (after Soonyoung gave Jeonghan a quick, panicked look).

“I never said he sucks!” you groaned again to Soonyoung’s comment. “All I said was we didn’t click.”

“Meaning he’s boring and you won’t be going out again,” Minghao giggled. 

“Does that mean he should join the ‘Rejected by Y/n Club’?” Soonyoung asked with a playful grin. “I can send him an application.” 

You breathed out a laugh out of habit before processing what he said, turning to look at him. “Wait, what?”

“What? Are there enough people to make a club?” Jihoon laughed. 

Soonyoung shrugged. “I guess it really only takes two to form a club,” he reasoned. “So, yeah.”

“Then who’s the other member?” you asked. 

“Me?” Soonyoung said with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The seven of you looked at him, silent except for Seungkwan’s small scream he let out before slapping his hand over his mouth and turning towards whoever was closest to him, which was an equally surprised Mingyu. 

Soonyoung’s eyes widened. “What? Should I not joke about that?” he asked you, worry all over his features. He feared he crossed a line, worried there was an unspoken rule to not talk about his unrequited crush on you.

“What are you talking about?” you asked quickly after the initial shock. 

“Because… you’ve rejected me?” he looked around at everyone hitting each other’s arms or giggling or smiling. “Like, because you don’t like me back? Why is everyone looking at me like that?” His cheeks were tinged with pink embarrassment, or perhaps nervousness from being the center of attention. 

“Because that’s a weird joke, Soonyoung,” you brushed off, cheeks warming at his confession but convincing yourself it was a joke of some sort. You would have known if he made a move before because everything he did was done with obvious intent, and you would have never knowingly rejected Kwon Soonyoung.

He sat up, keeping his leg on you but looking more alert. “You shouldn’t feel bad for rejecting people, that wasn’t what I was saying. If you don’t like someone, then you don’t like them–”

“No, I meant it’s weird to say that I’ve rejected you,” you said awkwardly, trying to explain yourself without giving away your feelings. “You shouldn't joke about liking people.” 

The room filled with awkward tension, everyone but Soonyoung knowing your feelings while Soonyoung tried to understand what was going on.

“But… you have rejected me…” he persisted shyly, cheeks glowing red when you snapped your head to look at him. “And… I do like you?”

Minghao and Wonwoo simply looked up quickly with big smiles but Seungkwan gasped loudly, following his shock with, “Hoshi! You WHAT?”

Jihoon shushed Seungkwan, pushing the younger boy’s face but had a huge grin of his own.

“You like me??” Bewilderment didn’t begin to describe your emotion at the implication of Soonyoung’s – the boy you liked for years – words. "As in, like, like me like me? Romantically? Not just in a friend way?"

“I’m so confused. I’m not… did you not know that?” Soonyoung looked around the room quickly. “Did… none of you know that?” 

Your brain felt fuzzy and confused, trying to process what he was saying. For the first time in all the years of knowing him, you weren’t sure what Soonyoung was thinking or feeling or doing. It was terrifying. 

Others, like Minghao who was giggling or Jeonghan who was full on laughing, found the situation to be a little more entertaining than scary. 

“Can someone please say something? I’m so lost,” Soonyoung begged, looking mostly at you but occasionally letting his eyes flick to someone else in search of answers. 

“Are you being serious?” you asked softly. 

Soonyoung looked at you, eyes concerned and desperate but focused on you like you two were the only ones in the room and possibly in the world. “Yes,” he replied equally soft. 

You just stared at him with your jaw hung open slightly, eyes wide. He had to glance behind him cautiously to make sure you hadn’t spotted a ravenous lion ready to pounce. 

“Wow, look at the time,” Wonwoo coughed loudly, looking at the other friends in the room. “We have that thing we need to do, right guys?” He stood up and pulled Seungkwan up with him, who protested immediately. 

“No, I need to watch this unfold!” Seungkwan cried, eyes still wide and frantic with pure shock. “Do you know how long Y/n has liked Soo–?” 

Mingyu covered Seungkwan’s mouth with his hand and started pushing him towards the door. 

“No way, this is better than TV,” Jeonghan giggled as he continued looking at you (still silent with shock) and Soonyoung (still wildly embarrassed). After seeing even Minghao stand up and Wonwoo’s pointed look, Jeonghan groaned and followed the others out of the room.

“Sorry for the timing,” Jihoon started, leaning down to whisper to you even though you didn’t react, “but I told you so. Never question my suspicions ever again.” 

The door closed behind the five of them, leaving the room eerily silent and tense. 

“Right now would be a great time for you to say something and let me know I didn’t just mess up our entire friendship,” Soonyoung mumbled, taking his leg off of yours in fear that the contact was making you uncomfortable. 

“I–I just…” you stumbled, shaking your head to get your brain back in line. “I’m trying to understand… you like me back?” 

“Back?” Soonyoung emphasized, before letting out a breath. “Well, that’s a good sign…” he mumbled. 

“Yes, back,” you laughed, finally feeling your lungs fill with air again. He looked up at the sound and smiled. “I had no idea you liked me.” 

“How? I’ve been so obvious. Even the boys have been obvious, always making jokes about me liking you and stuff. Like, Jeonghan just did it when he teased me about being jealous.” 

“Soon, they make those jokes because they know I like you and are trying to tease me. I promise you no one knew you liked me. Except for Jihoon, but he was only suspicious.” 

Soonyoung frowned. “Really?” 

“Yeah. Why would you just assume we knew? Did you ever tell anyone that you liked me?”

“Well, no,” he admitted, pouting as he thought. “But everyone always tells me how obvious I am about my feelings. You guys know how I feel about things before I even do sometimes. So I assumed you could all tell this too. I didn’t even try to hide it…” 

“You assumed wrong, idiot,” you teased, nudging his thigh with your knee. “You can’t just assume things like that.” 

“What about you?” he asked. “Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?” 

You paused and gave a nervous smile, realizing your hypocrisy. “Okay, I might have… also assumed some things…” 

He laughed, urging you to explain. 

“I know you’re expressive… so I figured – well, we all figured – if you liked me, we’d be able to easily tell because we always… know what’s going on in your head...” 

Soonyoung laughed again. “You can’t just assume things like that,” he mimicked, making you laugh.  

“We’re stupid.”

“The stupidest.” 

You grinned at him, a new feeling blossoming in your chest now that you could stare at him without worrying you were being obvious. 

“So you just never talked to anyone about me?” 

“I did to Jihoon a lot, which is probably why he thought I liked you.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seungkwan and Jeonghan with their faces smushed against the window that looked out into the hallway, trying desperately to eavesdrop on your conversation. You laughed and shooed them away with your hand but they shook their heads until Wonwoo and Minghao came back, dragging them away by their collars. 

“I guess that one guy has to be alone in his club now, huh?” you sighed. “Seeing as I never rejected you in the first place.” 

“To be fair, there were some times that I was incredibly obvious and you brushed me off and that feels the exact same as rejection. I literally cried one time when I got home because you– never mind. I won’t get into it.” 

You looked at him quickly with guilt, your heart falling at the news. “What? I’m so sorry, I never meant– I probably brushed you off because I was too nervous to flirt back and worried about being obvious–” 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassured softly, reaching out and grabbing your hand. “Just thought that me being affectionate all the time was a pretty big indication that I liked you…” he joked. 

“Okay, but that was almost always followed by you being affectionate with someone else. So it was hard to see that as anything but platonic unless you have crushes on everyone.”

“I don’t, I don’t,” he laughed. “It’s only you. So hopefully now if I kiss your cheek or ask you to cuddle with me, you won’t think it’s just me being friendly.” 

You smiled widely, cheeks warming. “I won’t. I bet if you kissed me right now I wouldn’t think you’re just being friendly either.” 

“So hasty,” he teased. “Not even a date first?” 

“We can go on a date but I’ve liked you for so long and have wanted to kiss you so many times and now that I know you like me I–” 

Soonyoung cut off your rambling by pecking your lips, pulling away before you could even process what happened. You smiled and grabbed his face, pulling him back gently to kiss him properly. It was a little too much, Soonyoung suddenly being the center of attention for all your senses. You suddenly knew what his lips felt like on yours and what he tasted like, which was endearingly reminiscent of oranges. Both of you were too giddy and happy, breaking the kiss not long after. 

“This is too much. I’m too overwhelmed,” Soonyoung admitted softly with a small laugh.

“In a bad way?” you asked. 

“No. Never in a bad way,” he said, giving you one more quick kiss. “I just need to finish processing the fact you actually like me back before my brain will be okay with making out with you. Baby steps.” 

You laughed but agreed, dropping your hands from his face but letting him take your hand in his. 

“But how about a date?” 

STEP FIVE: be glad your friends were rooting for you, but plan revenge to get back at them for profiting from painful years of pining

Despite all your friends believing that Soonyoung didn’t like you back, a few of them had bets going on relating to when, how, where, and why one of you would confess. As soon as word got around to the others that Soonyoung admitted he had a crush on you, people started paying up. 

“I was so certain Y/n would confess because they got sick of being friend-zoned,” Mingyu groaned, handing Seungcheol money. 

“I honestly just randomly guessed Soonyoung would say it thinking everyone knew. I just knew it wouldn’t be Y/n first so I came up with a complete shot in the dark,” he admitted with a loud laugh. 

“That makes it so much more annoying.” 

“Does this mean you two are going to be even more sickeningly cute than usual?” Hansol whined, watching as you wrapped your arms around Soonyoung from behind while he helped Jun cook for everyone. 

“Yup,” you said. “Get over it.” 

“I’ve never been happier to tell someone a second date isn’t going to happen,” Seungkwan smiled at his two best friends. “That guy asked me if you had said anything about him because he wants to ask you out again.” 

“He sucks!” Soonyoung, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan shouted together, making you and everyone else laugh loudly. 

“Tell him to back off,” Soonyoung said, turning around to hold you in his arms like he was protecting you. 

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have said yes even if you didn’t accidentally confess to me.” 

Soonyoung rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight his smile. “That’s reassuring.” 

[theteasetwrites]

The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 91: Contingency

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 11 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing, references to anxiety, generally chaotic/anxiety-inducing situations, pregnancy... ❧ Word Count: 5.7k

❧ In This Chapter: It's been a week since Aaron and Gabriel left to investigate a settlement, and two days since Daryl left with Hornsby and the Commonwealth Army to find them. Now, you're alone, with the kids, and nine months pregnant. It can't get worse, right?

❧ A/N: We're back??? With a new chapter??? Wow. Cool. Crazy. So um we're getting to the end of The Beginning! Or is it? Is there ever really an end? Or a beginning for that matter? These are the existential questions of the series I guess? Idk it's not that deep. Anyway, there is (sadly) no Daryl in this chapter. He's off being a sexy boyboss with great hair and trying to get back to his family to get them out of Commonwealth, but for now, it's Reader (she's basically her own character by now lmao) and the kiddos just hanging out in Commonwealth, trying to stay alive lol. Lots of stuff going on in their world rn, but the priority is, of course, Daryl Jr.

Two days, and no word about what was going on with the soldiers they sent out to investigate the attack at Riverbend. When you’d tried to ask, inquiring about the safety of your husband and brother, you were told that you were on a “need to know” basis. In other words, if you needed to know, they’d tell you. 

Hornsby must’ve decided you didn’t need to know, because when you confronted Mercer, he told you the same thing.

The stress of it all was beginning to get to you, more than it ever had before. You swore that even living on the road for six months after you lost the farm was easier than this. Then again, you weren’t about nine months pregnant, taking care of four children, and worrying desperately about Daryl and Aaron, all while outside your apartment, hundreds of Commonwealth citizens protested in front of the City Hall, demanding justice after learning about Sebastian’s schemes. At least you had a roof over your head, and plenty of food.

Food that was burning as you stood staring out the kitchen window, watching the protesters brandishing handmade signs, with the words Find him!, Money for LIVES, and How many more have you killed? You absentmindedly held the ten-year-old amethyst around your neck as you chewed your lip in thought, wondering about nothing and everything. 

The people chanted, “We want justice!” over and over and over again. You couldn’t blame them. You’d be out there with them if you weren’t cooking breakfast for the kids. 

What’s that burning smell?

“Aunt (Y/N),” Judith’s voice alerted you. 

“Hm?”

“The pancakes are burning.”

“Oh!”

You scurried back to the stove, where sure enough your pancakes had been charred beyond edibleness. “Shoot,” you huffed, always mindful not to curse in front of the children. “Sorry.”

The four children, Judith, RJ, Gracie, and, of course, your Robin, were sitting at the circular dining room table, each tending to their own crafts. Judith and RJ were drawing, Gracie worked on her beaded jewelry, and Robin was experimenting with watercolors (Daryl had bought her a new set a few months ago). 

As you scooped the burnt, lifeless pancakes into the trash can, Robin stood up to take her water cup and brushes to the sink, where she diligently washed her art supplies. “Mommy,” she said, “when are they coming home?”

You didn’t have to ask, you knew she was referring to her father and her uncle. 

The other children’s heads perked up at the question, as if they, too, were very curious about the answer. 

“Soon, I’m sure,” you replied, offering them a reassuring smile. It was oh, so tiring to pretend that you weren’t incredibly worried that something had happened to them, but you had to put on a brave face for the young ones, especially Robin and Gracie. “Don’t tell me you like their cooking better.”

Robin shrugged as her lip quirked into a precious little smirk. “No… I like Daddy’s pancakes better, though.”

Daryl could only really make two dishes: blueberry pancakes, and stew with squirrels or possum or some other type of roadkill. 

You scruffed up her hair in faux teasing. “Yeah, yeah. I know. I do too.”

The little girl returned to her seat to continue her painting, and just as you were about to prepare another batch of pancake batter, you felt a sharp tightening in your lower belly, which you were reluctant to admit you had been feeling a lot more lately. 

You exhaled a sharp hiss as you held your belly instinctively, slightly doubling over. It was the worst cramp you’d felt yet, and it’d only been getting increasingly strong. Of course, you were brushing it aside as Braxton Hicks contractions, but the closer you got to your due date, April twentieth, the more you began to worry. Really, the baby was due to come any day now, though you were too afraid to even acknowledge it. Daryl wasn’t here, and him not being here terrified you. There was no way you were going to have this baby without him holding your hand. It simply couldn’t happen that way. He gave you strength, made you feel safe. Most of all, you knew he’d hate himself if he missed it, seeing his son’s first moments. 

“You okay?” asked Judith, while Robin looked wide-eyed and panicked as you winced in pain. “Aunt (Y/N)?”

You shook your head, as if to dismiss the concern. “I’m fine,” you said. “Baby’s just… restless.”

When you lifted your head to calm yourself, you found your eyes drawn to the crowd outside again, particularly to two people, a man and a woman, who were fast-walking through the crowd with a stern, cold determination in their eyes and a harshness in their step. They looked to be heading towards the downstairs entrance to your apartment building, and when you stepped a little closer, you could recognize their faces. 

Eugene had told your inner circle about a run-in he’d had with two of Hornsby’s minions. If you remembered correctly, it was them, and you weren’t about to risk anything. 

“What’s wrong?” asked Gracie, noticing your face deepen with concern.

“Um… maybe nothing…” Your paranoia got the best of you, and you turned to face the children, trying your hardest not to scare them, though you looked drained of color and slightly wide-eyed. “Okay, we’re gonna play a game.”

Judith furrowed her brows. “Game? But what about breakfast?”

“We’ll have breakfast later,” you said, frantically beginning to clear up the counter. “Right now, we’re gonna play the, um… Quiet Game.”

Judith and RJ hid in the shower, while Gracie hid under your bed. Robin was the last one to hide, while you scrambled to make the place look less lived-in, in case Hornsby’s goons really were after you and the kids. After all, you had quite a bit to do with Connie’s exposé, and you were starting to wonder if Daryl and Aaron were facing problems with the Commonwealth outside the walls. It’d make sense for them to go looking for you and the kids, to ask you questions… Robin didn’t understand that, but she wanted to.

“What’s going on?” she asked, with all the innocence of a six-year-old (almost seven, she would have you know). “Why are we hiding?”

You sighed as you knelt down to hold her hand, looking her sternly in the eyes as you spoke. “I’m not exactly sure, but… I think there might be some people looking for us, some people we’d rather not talk to. Do you understand?”

Her silvery blue eyes blinked rapidly as her mouth gaped slightly in confusion. She was much too precious, much too young to really understand everything that led to this. 

You held her shoulders and offered a smile, though it was hard to smile when you began to hear the heavy, fast-paced footsteps coming up the stairs in the hallway. 

“Look at me, baby,” you said. “Everything’s gonna be fine, just… listen to me. I need you to hide in that cupboard, the empty one by the fridge. Quiet Game means you gotta try to be as quiet as possible, otherwise you’ll get caught. Like Hide and Seek, but you really don’t want to be found. I’m going to be outside, right on the balcony. I’m too big to hide anywhere in here without getting caught, but if they find you, you make a lot of noise and I’ll help you, okay?”

It was a lot for her to process, but she was a smart child, and obedient. If told to stay quiet, you knew she would, even if she didn’t completely know why. “Okay,” she said with a nod. “What about the baby?”

You looked down to follow her gaze, which was directed at your belly. “He’s fine,” you said, and when you heard those footsteps begin to slow, but come closer, you stood up to quickly open the cabinet and coerce Robin’s small body into the cupboard. “Stay in there until I say the coast is clear, and be quiet.”

Before heading towards the balcony door, you pulled a freshly sharpened butcher knife from the wooden block on the counter, then silently opened and closed the door to hide against the wall on the balcony, waiting.

Soon, you heard a knock at the door, and you were sure your paranoia had paid off. The door opened just a few seconds later, and though you couldn’t see inside the kitchen, you knew they were there. You felt them there, as if your motherly instincts told you your child was frightened, and she was.

Robin’s breath hitched as she peered out through the small crevice between the cabinet doors, allowing her to see the large, bald man walking around the kitchen, while a woman with dark hair entered her bedroom, then Judith and RJ’s bedroom, then the master bedroom, then the bathroom… 

The man stayed in the kitchen, though, his presence terrifying the young child, though he seemed to not know she was just a few feet away from him, cowering in the cabinet. 

Memories floated to the surface, invoking that same feeling of dread as when she’d hidden herself in that secret compartment within her closet back at home, while the evil giant in the dead man’s mask who still haunted her dreams a year later lumbered around her bedroom, looking for her. 

When she felt a lump begin to form in her throat, and a whimper about to release from her lips, she cupped both hands over her mouth to silence herself. The man came closer, though, examining the fridge, upon which were several drawings, paintings, and photographs that had been collected by your family the last seven or eight months. 

There was one that had been taken at the Autumn festival, with you, Robin, RJ, and Judith in your costumes, and Daryl dressed as he normally did, but a sweet, soft grin upon his face as he held Robin’s hand, who held yours, too. His other hand rested on Judith’s shoulder, and yours on RJ’s, with your belly much smaller than it was now. Carol had taken the photo, and when it developed, you were almost tempted to make holiday greeting cards, though you knew that kind of thing was both unnecessary and slightly annoying. In any case, it belonged on your fridge, until the bald man took it, and stuffed it in his pocket.

He moved away from the fridge then, allowing Robin to silently release her breath as a small tear trickled down her cheek. 

The woman soon emerged from the hallway. “It’s empty,” she said. “Are you sure he didn’t say anything else?”

“Dixon was the only name that came through,” the man replied, sending a fresh wave of panic through the youngest Dixon’s chest. 

She watched the woman cross the kitchen to peer out the glass door leading to the balcony, and for a moment, Robin feared that the woman would open it, though if she knew her mother well enough, she figured that woman would be in big trouble if she did open the door and find you.

Indeed, you held your knife close to your chest, blade pointed upwards and ready to strike if the woman came outside. 

There was silence for a while, when the woman crossed back over to the dining room table where Robin and the other children had been sitting just minutes ago. 

She investigated the assortment of craft materials splayed out on the table, and spoke once more before they left: “Let’s check the school.”

When you heard the door close, and waited a few moments in silence, you quickly returned to the kitchen to open the cabinet, ushering Robin out. “Come on,” you said, still trying to be quiet. “We’re leaving.”

To where, you weren’t exactly sure, but you had friends here, so surely someone from Alexandria would take you in. One thing was certain, you weren’t going to leave the Commonwealth, not with your baby so close to his due date. 

You retrieved the other kids, and instructed them to pack their school backpacks for the day. Whatever was going on, you didn’t like the sound of what the man had said, about the name “Dixon.” It seemed as though you were wanted, by Hornsby.

When the kids were prepared, you slung your purse over your shoulder and picked up the emergency hospital bag Daryl had meticulously put together (intending to be even more prepared this time when the baby would come). You turned to face the curious, confused, and slightly concerned children, then gave them yet another assuring smile. “We’re going on a little adventure today,” you said, in a slightly sing-song voice. They weren’t buying it. They were all too smart.

As you turned to open the front door, you heard more footsteps just outside, and the sound of shifting movements. Great, you thought. We’re America’s Most Wanted.

Your voice turned serious once again. “I need you guys to go back to the bedroom and wait,” you said quietly, gesturing towards Robin’s room. “And don’t come out until I call. Go.”

They each nodded obediently, retreating to Robin’s bedroom. 

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure as you prepared to answer the door. This time, though, a familiar voice called out to you from the other side. “(Y/N),” said Carol, whispering rather loudly. “Are you home?”

With a sigh of relief, you slowly opened the door, revealing Carol, and then Jerry behind her. The further you opened the door, the more surprised you became. 

Negan’s face showed itself, slightly smirking at you. It was a familiar sight, but not an expected one.

Your brows furrowed as your jaw dropped a little. You hadn’t seen him in… almost a year. Not that you particularly missed him. “Negan?”

He smiled, lifting his hands a little as if to present himself as a gift. “Well, if it isn’t the goddamn Ice Queen herself. How are you, sweetheart?” His eyes immediately trailed to your stomach, where one hand cradled your baby bump. “Ho-ly shit, you’ve been busy.”

The three visitors came inside, with Jerry standing “guard” behind the front door. Though at first you were mostly irritated to see Negan again, he quickly made himself useful, sitting down with you and Carol to inform you about what was going on outside the walls. But of course, the first question you could ask him was, “Daryl and Aaron, are they all right?”

“Depends what you mean by ‘all right.’”

You glowered at Negan, both worried and incredibly annoyed by his Negan-isms. “Now is not the time.”

“They’re alive,” he said. “But they’re being hunted. Maggie and Gabriel are with them, too. What I know is that Hornsby brought Daryl, Aaron, and Gabe to Hilltop with the whole Stormtrooper Squad, and Maggie didn’t, uh… respond well.”

“What exactly happened?” asked Carol.

“Hornsby tried to scare Maggie by interrogating Hershel, so the thought is that he is somehow gonna use the kid to draw her people out.”

“And Daryl wouldn’t let that happen,” you said, understanding your husband’s motivations to turn against Hornsby. “Right?”

“Your man turned an automatic rifle on the bastard and tried to hit him with a car at full speed,” he replied. “I’d say they aren’t exactly on good terms.”

“And that’s why they came here,” figured Carol. 

Negan nodded. “Uh huh.”

You thought for a moment, processing the whole thing. “But if Hornsby sent those two,” you said, “that means he’s keeping it under the radar.”

“Which means we might be able to get ahead of them,” Carol added. “And him.” You could see the cogs working in Carol’s mind. She always had a plan, even if they weren’t always the best plans. At least she thought of something. “Jerry, do you still have access to that attic space?”

You looked wide-eyed between Carol and Jerry, not knowing that there was such a thing. “Attic space?” you asked. 

“Contingency plan,” replied Jerry. “It’s stocked with supplies, too. No one knows about it. Well, except Carol.”

“Keep the kids there and get word to the others,” instructed Carol. “Tell them to be ready to move on your signal.”

“Get ready for what?” you asked. “I mean, it’s not like we can just… stroll out the front gate.”

“That’s why me and Negan are gonna try to get some insurance,” she replied. 

That sounded all fine and dandy, but there were still some things to be discussed. “I hate to sound self-centered,” you said, “but, where exactly do I fit into this plan?”

“Aren’t you pregnant?” asked Negan. “Or are you hiding a watermelon under that dress?”

If you weren’t trying to get along with Negan for the sake of your family and friends, you’d consider telling him off, but there was no time to argue. “I’m pregnant,” you said, “but the kids are my responsibility. If anything happens to them—”

“(Y/N),” said Carol, reaching over to place a hand over yours. “Jerry will take care of the kids… You should stay here. You can’t be running around.”

Indeed, your feet were swollen and aching terribly, and your legs could barely carry you. To get through the crowd undetected, you’d have to be quick on your feet. You weren’t physically able to do that now. Not with a good ten pounds added to your abdomen. 

Still, there was that other terrible feeling: loneliness. If Jerry took the kids by himself, you’d be alone, and you were scared. As much as you hated to admit it, after everything you’d been through, being without Daryl, or even Aaron, this far into your pregnancy, when you were sure you were going to go into labor soon, was difficult. You couldn’t say that in front of Carol, though. She was known to be unforgiving and, at times, rather coldhearted, even to you. 

“Okay,” you said. “But… Jerry, please don’t let anything happen to them.”

He offered a smile. You trusted him immensely, but he wasn’t you. “Of course.”

You fetched the children from Robin’s room, telling them that they were to go with Uncle Jerry and to listen to everything he said. The other children joined Jerry in the living room, but Robin took a moment to hug you, holding her stuffed white rabbit in one hand as it dangled over your back. 

“I love you, sweet pea,” you said, squeezing her tight as you kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you later, once this whole thing outside dies down. Maybe Daddy and Uncle Aaron will be home by then.” You pulled away to smile at her, and to brush her bangs aside. The almost blonde highlights in her wavy, caramel colored hair shone in the sunlight that poured through her bedroom window. She looked so much like her father, especially when you first met him. Her cheeks had that same delicate contour, but she was more youthful, and more perpetually curious looking. You supposed she inherited that from you. “You’re so precious to me,” you said. “You know that?”

She chewed her lip, then lowered her head as she spoke. “I don’t wanna go,” she said. “I wanna stay with you… Daddy told me to take care of you.”

Your eyes widened as you let out a chuckle and a snort. “What? That’s silly, I’m supposed to take care of you.” You poked her belly to elicit a small hiccup from the child. “Dog will take care of me.” You nodded to the sleeping canine, lounging on Robin’s bed.

She shook her head vehemently, with an adorably stern look on her face. The tightness in her lips was uncharacteristic of her, but it was always interesting to see a new side of Robin. “No,” she said, for the first time in her life being particularly disobedient, and stubborn. “I’m not going nowhere. I’m staying with you. That’s what Daddy would want, and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

You tilted your head and sighed. “Robin Elizabeth,” you said, and she knew that when you used her two names, you were serious, “where is this coming from?”

“Dixon’s stay together,” she said, showing you her bracelet, the familiar beads spelling out DIXON. “And you shouldn’t be alone. You and the baby.”

“Robin, I—”

“Almost ready, kiddo?” Negan’s voice interrupted you unintentionally, and Robin smiled at the man, though her eyes remained serious. 

“Hi, Negan,” she said, crossing her room to hug him. “Where have you been?”

“Oh, here and there… Hey, you ready to go with Jerry?”

She looked between you and Negan, then firmly stood her ground. Well, as firmly as she could. She still wasn’t quite used to this “rebellious” thing. “I want to stay with my mom,” she said, putting on her grown-up voice she’d recently developed. “I’m not going anywhere without her.”

You shook your head and crossed your arms, unsure of what to do. “She should go with the others,” you said. “It’ll be safer once they get to the attic.”

“Kid, why don’t you let me talk to your mom for a minute?” he asked. “Maybe I can talk some sense into her.”

Negan? Talking sense? Into me?

Robin headed into the living room, and Negan gently shut the door behind her, turning to face you as you sat yourself on the rocking chair by Daryl Jr.’s crib. “She can be stubborn,” you said. “But not like this. She always listens to me. She might… fight it a little, but she listens.”

Negan huffed as he leaned against the wall, his eyes trailing around Robin’s bedroom, then finally landing on you. “She should stay,” he said. “In case…” He gestured with his finger towards your abdomen. “You know.”

“Pfft,” you scoffed. “What is my six-year-old daughter going to do? She’s just a child herself. I need… I need Daryl. I’m so scared. Everything is just… not working out the way I thought it would.”

“How did you think it would go?”

“Well,” you sighed, “I didn’t think Daryl and Aaron would go rogue, but I know they have their reasons. This place isn’t like what we thought it was. Or maybe it’s exactly like what we thought it was… I don’t know. I just… I thought I could have the baby here, and then go back to Alexandria, once everything was fixed. Carry on, like it was before the Whisperers. What I really want is to not be afraid for once. For a while, I guess I wasn’t, but it’s always there. Fear. The older I get, the more I realize that it never goes away, and that we just find more things to be afraid of.”

You felt the baby kick inside you, as he had been doing for a while now, though this one felt stronger than all the others. “Now, this baby… I’m afraid he’s not going to have the life Robin did, and I’m afraid that Robin won’t have that life again, either. I thought… I thought they would be okay. I think I got my hopes up again. I always get my hopes up. God, I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” replied Negan, in that serious tone of his. “You were trying. Trying to live. And, Hell, it’s working. You’ve made it this far.”

“But you said they’re hunting us, hunting our people. Trying to kill them. What kind of life is that? And for this?” You gestured to the air around you. “This place is corrupt. It’s like… everything bad about the old world in one place.”

“Maybe,” agreed Negan. “But what’s important right now is sticking together, and your kid, she’s smart. She knows that. Let her stay with you. Besides, no one can keep her safer than you.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Well, Daryl could… But I would do anything to keep her safe.”

You thought for a moment, stroking your abdomen as you felt another kick, and another, stronger contraction. Negan eyed you worryingly, then stepped closer, kneeling down to face you. “You all right?” he asked.

“Mhm. Fine.”

Negan was suspicious, but he also knew you well enough to know that if you really thought it was bad, you’d say so. “What’s the story?” he asked, nodding towards your stomach. 

“What do you think?” you asked. “Do you know how babies are made, Negan? Or is that beyond your comprehension level?”

He chuckled under his breath. “Yeah… You know, I got married.”

You scrunched your face in confusion. “What?”

“Yeah, met a lady out there… Her name’s Annie. She’s with Daryl and the others right now, actually.” He smiled as you continued to stare at him in bewilderment. “What, are you surprised?”

“Frankly, yes. What woman in her right mind would—” His smile began to fade, and though you had no reason to, you felt a little bad. You still hated him, but you felt bad. Just a little. “I mean, um… I am a little surprised, yes. You don’t… seem like the marrying type.” That was a nicer way to say what you were really thinking, which was that any woman who would willingly marry Negan either didn’t know about his past, or knew about it, and was an equally morally bankrupt person.

“Hm, you know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say the Ice Queen is a little jealous.” 

Your eyes widened in amusement. “Jealous? Oh, please, don’t make me laugh. I’m nine months pregnant, my bladder can’t take it.”

“Oh,” he said, standing back on his feet, “that reminds me, Annie’s pregnant, too.”

You huffed and folded your arms over your belly. “You’re messing with me, right?”

“Nope,” he said, hitting the p sound especially hard. “Not as far along as you, but she’s got a bun in the oven.”

You tilted your head and glared slightly at him. “Is this information supposed to make me like you or something? Some kind of… Negan redemption arc?”

He only chuckled, then turned to leave Robin’s room. “You gonna be okay, you and her, and the baby?”

“Fine,” you said. “Daryl Jr. isn’t coming out today. I won’t let him.”

Famous last words.

Robin sat upon the window seat in her bedroom, looking out to keep an eye out for Jerry and her “cousins” as he led them through the crowd. The protests continued, with chaos remaining mostly under control, which soothed your anxiety just a little as you worried about the children. 

Wherever Negan and Carol were, you hoped they were getting the information they needed to intercept Hornsby and his men and get Daryl, Aaron, and the others back home. Meanwhile, you just had to stay vigilant, hoping no more goons showed up at your door to question you. 

At least you got to stay home, keeping watch at the living room window, and trying not to worry too much about the increasing strength and decreasing intervals of your contractions. 

Dog sat curled up on the couch, keeping an eye on you, as if Daryl had instructed the canine to keep you safe, too. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had. “What are you looking at?” you asked him. “I’m fine.”

You weren’t fine.

Not long after that, you felt a much larger contraction, one that had you completely doubled over as you dropped your binoculars on the hardwood floor. “Oh, God!” you cried out, now kneeling on the floor, already tearing up from the pain. Your hand reached out to grab the edge of the couch as Dog jumped up to stand by your side, his nose nudging you repeatedly. The canine began to whine loudly, and soon Robin was hurriedly approaching, eyes wide and voice full of panic. “Mommy?” she asked. “Mommy, what’s wrong?”

“I…” You shook your head vehemently, your speech gone for a moment as you tried to process the pain. “The baby’s coming… The baby’s… definitely, definitely coming.”

The child froze, unsure of what to do. After all, what was she supposed to do? She had no idea how to help you, but she knew about the emergency bag by the door, the one Daryl constantly was adding things to. She scurried across the room to pick up the bag and bring it to you. 

“What do I need to do?” she asked frantically. 

“H-help me up,” you said, holding out your hand. You felt horrible, having to ask little Robin to help you up, but there wasn’t any other way you could get up, and you needed to get to the hospital. She did what she could, though she was too weak to help you up completely. 

Once you stood on your feet, you took the bag from her, and shakily crossed the room to sling your purse over your shoulder. “Come on,” you said breathlessly, realizing you had no choice but to take Robin with you. There was no way you were about to leave her alone. “We’re going to the hospital.”

It was at this moment you desperately wished you still owned a car. You hadn’t driven one in so long you wondered if you even remembered how to drive in the first place, but that didn’t matter—all you could do was walk. 

One hand holding your bag, the other holding Robin’s hand, the two of you walked quickly through the protesters, trying to tune out their shouting as you walked. 

You were fortunate that the hospital wasn’t too far away, but when the sound of a man’s voice over a megaphone sounded, you stopped in your tracks, keeping Robin close.

“A swarm has been detected five miles out!” he said. “Lockdown has been instituted by order of Governor Pamela Milton. Return to your homes immediately.”

The chanting began to die down, but the citizens still bickered in confusion. “After curfew, anyone found on the streets will be arrested for their own safety.”

He continued speaking, repeating his message, and mentioning something about “the brave Commonwealth Army.” You didn’t care to listen, as you had no other choice but to keep walking in the opposite direction of your home. You came here with the intention of having your baby at a hospital, and that’s what you were going to do.

Robin held your hand tighter as you moved faster, the contractions getting stronger and longer with each passing moment. “Come on, baby,” you said, not wanting to lose her in the chaos. “We’re almost there.”

“What’s happening?” she asked.

“I don’t know… but we need to keep moving.” You tightened your grip and kept her closer as people began to move faster, anxiously returning to their homes. Soon you were swarmed, people everywhere you looked, pushing and shoving as a stampede began to form. “Stay close to me,” you said to Robin, pulling her against your leg. “Stay—”

Another intense, sharp contraction had you doubled over, stopping momentarily as you lost feeling in your legs. You felt the wetness of your water breaking, dripping down your legs underneath your maternity dress. If you had any lingering, hopeful doubts that this was actually labor, they were gone now. 

The immense, terrible pain of your contraction forced you to let go of Robin’s hand as you fell to your knees on the concrete sidewalk, with dozens upon dozens of people trampling over each other, and over you, too. You quickly realized you no longer held your child’s hand, and you turned your head frantically to look for her—she was nowhere to be seen. 

“Robin!” you cried out, tears flooding your voice as it cracked in desperation. “Oh, God! Robin!” 

You tried to stand, but several people had pushed you back down as they stumbled over you in the stampede, of which you were in the middle. Another contraction had you screaming in agony, holding your stomach as you wept, crying out Robin’s name in the ensuing chaos. 

“Help!” you finally yelled, no longer able to pretend you could do this alone. “Please! Help me!” It was humiliating, and you felt so weak, but at the same time, what else were you supposed to do?

For a moment, your eyesight became hazy, and your head swayed back and forth deliriously until you began to fall over completely, but when a hand cupped underneath your arm, lifting you up, you came to.

“(Y/N),” huffed Ezekiel. “You all right?”

You shook your head as you tried to make out his face, and when you tried to break free from his grasp, he held you tighter by your arms. “Robin!” you said. “Robin, I can’t find Robin! She was holding my hand, and then…” 

Ezekiel noticed the water around your feet, and the stain on your dress. “Your water broke?” he asked, and you could only nod, sobbing as you looked around for Robin. 

Soon, you felt another hand on your shoulder—it was Connie, with Kelly by her side, and thank God they were there. Ezekiel’s mind moved at the speed of light as he thought of what to do in the chaos of the moment. “You two get her to the hospital,” he said, making sure Connie read his lips. He turned back to you, making sure you were paying attention to him. “I’m going to find Robin,” he said. “Get to the hospital.”

In your panic, you could only nod and wipe your face of your tears, as Connie and Kelly held your arms and helped direct you towards the hospital, clearing the way through the crowd. 

You couldn’t say you were completely conscious, because at times you felt like you had passed out from the pain and the worry and the fear, but your friends kept you stabilized, until the pristine whiteness of the hospital flooded your vision, and soon you felt yourself become horizontal, on a hospital bed, you presumed, if your mind was in any state to make presumptions.

The rest was a blur, a cocktail of profound agony and confusion. Outside, you swore you heard screaming, and something akin to canisters being dropped, but maybe that was your imagination. In any case, at some point you’d passed out, but not before hearing one last thing. It was very faint, fragile, blurred by the heavy beating of your heart.

It was the sound of a baby crying.

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until next time, i guess.

A/N: angst again..I just have a lot of angst in my drafts rn so might as well get rid of it :)

also, this might be my last fic in a while with exams going on and burnout so yeah 🧍‍♀️

Content warning: mentioned abuse, slight language, angst

Having arguments with Jack was not a usual thing. He promised you at the beginning of this relationship that he doesn't like to shout, never did, but something did take a turn during these past couple weeks.

After the tour started, he started to grow more and more agitated at you, reason being? You had no clue but whatever it was, you tried to subtly keep your distance from him. An argument broke out at your shared apartment, foul language being thrown left, right and centre with slight degradation in the heat of the moment.

During the argument, not being able to think straight, you began to pack up your suitcase.

“Where the hell are you going?” he questioned following you.

But you ignored his question, scavenging and continuing to pack your clothes.

When you were done packing, grabbing whatever you could think about at the moment, you were about to leave his bedroom when standing at the door frame, he snatched the suitcase from your hand.

“Stop.” There was deep pain and regret in his voice.

You stopped.

“Stop and look at me…”

Slowly you raised your head and looked him dead in his eyes. They were swelling with tears but he was trying his best to hold himself together.

“You can't just run away when things get hard y/n..”

“Why not Jack? Why not. You've been ignoring, treating me like shit and frankly i've had enough.”

“You love me right?”

“Yes- “

“Then stay.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “No jack..”

You grabbed your suitcase from his hand and quickly ran down the stairs. Before you could reach the door handle, he shouted your name.

“Swear to god..” he shouted “If you walk out that door I will never, ever fucking look for you again, do you understand me?” you knew this was just a lie to try and get you back, and he would come back to find you.

You ignored him, pulled out your car keys and stormed outside of the apartment.

He started up again. “Wait wait. I didn't mean that..”

You put your suitcase in the trunk. He was standing in the way trying to stop you from leaving.

“Move Jack!”

“You're my everything.” he said, still blocking your path. “Without you, I’m nothing, my love.”

You grew tired of hearing him go on and on and finding ways to possess you to change your mind, you rolled your eyes. The relationship keeps going nowhere every time you try to forgive him when you let go of his anger on you. It was time to take a break, maybe end it.

“Please.” he begged, “Don't break me.”

But it was already too late. Your mind was already made up.

“No.” you said, pushing him back, “I’m done with you.”

He stumbled back and you saw his jaw clenched. You looked down at his hands which were balled in a fist, which made you frightened of his next move. You began having flashbacks from when your ex would constantly hit you and Jack promised and made sure he wasn't the type to assert his anger through violence.

He just stood there in defeat as he watch you left the driveway, not even a kiss to say goodbye.

[tsunreleased]

ok so basically i’m gonna analyze this line by line. i’m insane.

there are two main things i wanna talk about here. 1. the death themes, and 2. the folklore/evermore/atwtmv references.

i’ll start with the death theme because it’s the biggest part of this theory and ties a lot of it together. it’s pretty straightforward and less of a theory, more just an analysis though. also it’s kind of obvious.

the song features her heartbeat throughout the entire thing, save for the very end. “we’re losing [the paitient]” is a pretty common phrase that would be said by doctors right when a patient is about to die, and taylor’s saying it here but about herself. joe wasn’t even observant enough to realize she was dying right in front of him, she had to call her own death just like she was the one to call off the relationship. “now i just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time [to call it].” this is just the very base of the death themes, they continue through the whole song but they bleed into the next part of my theory so i’ll move on for now.

the next part of my theory is that a lot more of folklore/evermore was about her real life then she let on. also specific lyrics in all too well tmv but those ones are more of a stretch. it’s been said in a lot of the articles that their relationship began to fall apart during covid, which is when folklore and evermore were written and also when red tv vault lyrics were being polished. here’s where i’m gonna start my analysis.

“i’m getting tired even as a phoenix, always rising from the ashes”

she’s done this before, “died” a million times, which almost calls back to death by a thousand cuts. however, it reminds me more of illicit affairs. we all know taylor cheated with joe at the beginning of the relationship. she’s written about it in gorgeous and high infidelity, we know this. illicit affairs is a “fictional” song about someone cheating and finding out that the relationship isn’t all they thought it would be. specifically the line “it dies and it dies and it dies a million little times.” like a phoenix trapped in a death and rebirth cycle. idk.

“how can you say that you love someone you can’t tell is dying.” “my face was gray but you wouldn't admit that we were sick” “til we were too far gone to bring back to life.”

these three lines sound eerily similar to the part in atwtmv, “til we were dead and gone and buried, check the pulse and come back swearing it’s the same, after three months in the grave.” they also remind me of a lot of the lines in my tears ricochet about death and funerals and all that.

we also have the soldier references, “all i did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier, fighting in only your army, frontlines, don’t you ignore me.” this combined with the imagery in the entirety of the great war kind of makes me feel like the “im a soldier who’s returning half her weight” from atw is connected somehow.

another point, she talks about how he didn’t notice her the whole time she was dying, and she says “i sent you signals.” which feels very exile. “you never gave a warning sign/i gave so many signs.” plus “now you’re running down the hallway” from you’re losing me and “holding all this love out here in the hall” from exile.

then we have the marriage thing which takes a little detour but does circle back around to evermore. the lover album is full of marriage references. she gives off the impression that she loves this man so much and wants to marry him and be with him for the rest of their lives. marriage is referenced in lover (the song) paper rings and inthaf (and others i can’t remember rn.) she’s fully on board with the idea of marriage. she even follows it up in peace where she literally says she wants to give him a child. then suddenly in lavender haze she talks about not having to be married to be in love, and how content she is with just dating. seems like a huge change. then you remember that she wrote champagne problems, (co-wrote WITH JOE according to her. which is insane to me.) a song about not being ready for marriage idk. also a song she cries at frequently on tour. then in youre losing me, she says “i wouldn’t marry me either,” implying that she wanted marriage and joe said no way, and convinced her she didn’t want it. a lot to think about here.

the last references i wanted to bring up were in the people pleaser line. “a pathological people pleaser, who only wanted you to see her.” shes a people pleaser, constantly needing people to like her (which she talks all about in mirrorball,) but she “only wanted [him] to SEE her.” implying she was so desperate for him to show some kind of emotion towards her that she didn’t care if it was like or dislike or anything, she just wanted him to acknowledge her. this calls back to the archer, (another favorite song of mine to analyze lol), where she talks about feeling like people see through her (which is a double meaning i’m well aware), and now even her own boyfriend sees through her. insane. joe alwyn when i catch you you’re done for. anyway, this majorly relates to the whole theme in tolerate it where he just sits there apathetic and uncaring. not “say[ing] something” or “do[ing] something.” (“say SOMETHING, babe, do SOMETHING.”)

lastly, “now i just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time” is very similar to it’s time to go, the very last song on evermore.

anyway lmao its the middle of the night and i just spent forever writing this in a deranged state of mind, no way i’m proofreading anything so thanks for reading if you actually made it through the whole thing. sorry for clogging up my account i won’t do it again i promise. this song is just insanely fun to analyze for me and i have a million more thoughts but i’m not typing anymore rn oh my god. 💀

ik i don’t talk about songs here unless they’re unreleased but i have an insane mad scientist level delusional theory about you’re losing me if anyone wants to hear it 😭

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Some oral headcanons for Riddle, Idia and Epel (if you write smut for him). Both giving and receiving please 🔥🔥

Woohoo!!!! First ask EVER!!!! I hope u enjoy it aaaah, the reader in this scenario has no specific pronouns but fem body parts, since that’s what I’m most comfy writing with rn ;v; i will try to keep getting better the more i write!

A/N: This piece of writing is purely 18+ only. Minors do not interact.

Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

Giving

Riddle has never given oral, but he is fueled by his desire to please you!!

He offers it as some kind of reward for doing so well on an exam he helped you study for

Now, Riddle has certainly passed by the human anatomy images in textbooks and read about each person’s sexual body parts, learning about it in a very educational way. He usually blushed when he looked at the detailed images and quickly turns the pages.

Riddle would have researched different ways on how to please you before actually initiating anything; he wouldn’t want to completely blow it (pun intended) with you.

But learning about things in a book and actually practicing it would be completely different, he’ll come to find out!

He lets you sit on the edge of his bed while he kneels down in front of you, looking up at your face as he pulls your pants and underwear off

Riddle turns almost as red as his hair when he finally sees your leaking cunt, excited that he made you feel this way!

He watches your face intently as he listens to the noises you make, taking your body language into great consideration.

He focuses his energy on your clit and spends time building you up to your release

Riddle moans lightly as you cum, still licking you as you ride out your high

He wipes his mouth as he comes up to kiss you sweetly, teasingly asking you how it was, the smug bastard KNOWS he made you feel so good

Secretly plans on doing it more often because he wants to watch your face twist in pleasure because of him.

“Ah, my rose... did you enjoy that?” The redhead asked smugly, smirking at your form as he raises his head up. “I believe you really did, by the way you made such a mess on me...”

Receiving

Surprise surprise, Riddle ALSO has never received head!

Is a blushing mess when you offer it so casually during a heated makeout session!! But he can’t deny his beautiful rose, can he?

He remains seated on his chair as you knelt down on the floor, undoing his belt and pulling his bottoms down.

He’s extremely embarrassed because, he’s a bit average if not less than the average. Riddle’s worried you would judge him in that department, but when you stroke the precum leaking out of him with your finger he lets go of all of those doubts!

He can’t help but let out a groan and throw his head back when you give his cock a kitten lick from the base to the tip and then engulf him in your mouth.

Riddle tries to be quiet but you can hear his little gasps and you look up to see his eyes glazed in pleasure.

You also can’t help but let your hands explore his body,

He feels like he can’t control himself and grips your hair in his fingers, releasing in your mouth

If you swallow his cum, expect Riddle to freak out the first time, him completely flustered !! But also secretly turned on 😏

“Mmh,! S-so good...” Riddle’s panting as he finished. “E-eh?! You swallowed?! Why?!!” His face is burning by now. “My rose, let’s wash down that flavor with a sweet tart now, hm?”

Idia Shroud x Reader

Giving

It starts out with the two of you by yourselves in his room, sitting on the floor and playing games

Idia notices the way your thighs look thicker when you are sitting in a certain position, reminding him of a certain set of lewd doujinshi images he has masturbated to a few times

You catch Idia staring, fixated at your thighs and quickly catch on

You have to be the one to initiate anything since you know Idia is not the type to!

When you get up to lay down on his bed, Idia actually manages, somehow, to ask you to sit on his face! You’re surprised he would even initiate anything at all!

You’re embarrassed but seeing the way his eyes look so lustful when you lower your hips to meet his mouth, it spurs you on and gives you some confidence!

He lowkey wants you to suffocate him with your thighs..... he won’t tell you that in person though!

Idia hasn’t done this before, but he has watched a lot of hentai scenes of eating out, so he tries to mimic the same actions and is met with your high pitch moans!

When he feels you squeezing his head when you’re close to cumming he uses his hands to keep you in place, not letting you pull away

When he sees and hears you orgasm he swears he could just die a happy man right then and there!!

“A-ah.. this was so much better than my fantasies.... Y/N, you truly are my SSR character...” you heard Idia muttering into your thighs as he lays there, looking even more happy than you were at the moment! You had to wonder, “was this for my enjoyment or his?”

Receiving

Idia would definitely want you to give him head while he is gaming or coding 👀

Personally I see him as really horny but never brave enough to really initiate things verbally

Idia would have a pink flush on his face as he asks if you could suck him off

He makes sure that he was able to tell Ortho to go out and run some errands for the dorm which he knew would take a little while

He would probably be on his gaming chair, with you on your knees in front of him

Idia would bite his shirt or the sleeve of it while feeling you lick at his cock, sighing heavily once you start to pick up your speed

If he is gaming though, he turns off his mic and releases short gasps and sighs of pleasure, trying to prove he is great at what he’s doing by being distracted but still winning

He would definitely tell you when he was close to cumming, planning to pull out. Depending on if you decide to swallow or have him pull out, either scenario would be a win for him.

The idea of having his seed in your mouth or painting your pretty face only serves to turn him on more :)

By the way DEFINITELY don’t tease him by saying you’ll wear kitten ears the next time you blow him, he will be adding them to his online shopping cart within the next .5 seconds

“Oh- Oh Great Seven- That was close..!” Idia groans, accompanied by the sounds of his rapid movement on his controllers. Once he notices you swallow his cum, he instantly turns pink and you swore his hair flashes red for a moment! “I-..... you didn’t need to... do that..” he turns away from your gaze.

Epel Felmier x Reader

Giving

Epel definitely wants to prove he’s a man who can provide to his partner!!

He would not be forceful, but offer to treat you and take an initiative! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Epel gives you plush pillows to lay down on his bed and makes sure to have his apple scented candles on to set the mood~

He secretly asked Rook for advice but you don’t need to know that LOL

Epel is definitely the type to be shy internally but tries to cover up that fact by trying to be dominant, but not too over the top. He wants to be respectful of your boundaries

Epel will try to use his fingers as well - using them to tease your nipples or play with your dripping hole~

Rook told him to do that LOL

When you look down you’re met with the lavender haired boy looking up into your eyes with a determined yet lustful gaze, cheeks tinged with pink ❤️

When he finally brings you close to your release, he works his pink tongue more aggressively as he watches you come undone~

What a hardworking farm boy! We love :)

“Well, how was that? Wasn’t that something a real man would do for his woman?” He asked you, a big grin on his face when you nod your head and smile at him.

Receiving

You totally catch Epel off guard when you ask to give him a blowjob!!

He became a blushing mess and was shy, at first.

However, you sorta made him a bit mad and told him his dick was cute, no matter how big it was, describing HOW it was cute in great detail!

Epel tried to conceal his feelings but once he felt you wrap your lips around the tip of his dick, he lost himself.

He grabbed your head a bit roughly, “I’ll show you how cute I can be...” as he fucked your face (with your consent!)

Hey, you know the repercussions of calling him cute, and how much he hates it!

If he notices you don’t like how rough he’s being, he will stop being rough once he notices your body language and if there are tears pricking your eyes he gets pretty worried!

However if you DO like it, Epel will definitely keep going at it, and fuck your face faster once he feels his release coming.

You look up at his face while he released inside your mouth and you see his eyes rolled back and mouth agape. Epel’s releasing moans that are throaty and similar to his “real” voice he hides from everyone.

He’s a blushing, panting mess once you’re through with him!

“Sh-shit!!” Epel grips your hair tightly as he shoves his cock to the back of your throat, simultaneously releasing his seed and showing his dominance. “You... were amazing...” he pants, too tired out to even care about how he sounded at the moment.