#I'm sorry for the person who requested this

[fanged-fanfics]

hey broski! I hope you don't mind, requesting

Pure Vanilla/Shadow Milk x Sorcerer! Eldritch Magic User!Reader, Oneshot if you can :) Their gender is whatever, They/Them

Reader was Pure Vanilla's assistant or bodyguard like Wild berry, and they weren't from vanilla kingdom, but they worked as Pure Vanilla's and tries to fit in, they have a special abilities(Doctor Strange's magic bcuz yes, also bonus if they used to be non-magic cookie) They're mature and responsible.

Reader was a older sibling/Parent-figure to Gingerbrave's friends.

They all visit to Beast Yeast together and yeah, I don't know. You can add and go crazy. Thank you!

☆ A Stroll Into Town — Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk (seperate) x Bodyguard!Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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You walked dutifully along Pure Vanilla, a contained Shadow Milk being dragged behind you both. While the deceitful beast was passive, you'd decided it had been far too long since visiting your friend Gingerbrave. He'd attempted to write you a few times to tell of his adventures, and you missed seeing him in person. "We'll be coming up in just a moment, I think" Pure Vanilla said through the silence. Shadow Milk struggled against the restraints you had him in "I'm so BOOOOREEDD!! Can't I have a little break? I'm gonna crumble away at this rate!" He cried.

You spun around, pointing your sword in his direction "Quiet. You will be detained when the time calls for it". Shadow Milk didn't seem deterred, and he blew a raspberry in your direction. You leaned back with an unamused look, Pure Vanilla patting your shoulder. "Patience, my knight. He'll have his due time". You grumbled, but gave an obedient nod, walking forwards and dragging the fallen beast once more.

You soon entered through a thick patch of trees, peering into a building Kingdom on the other side. Many Sugar Gnomes flooded the place, building stones up with shovels and saws to make the walls. You walked in perfect tandem with Pure Vanilla, and a familiar Cookie turned to see you, his blue eyes shining with excitement. The next thing you knew, you were being tackled to the ground in a hug. "YOU MADE IT!!! The castle is being rebuilt right now, but I'm SOSOSO happy you're here!" Gingerbrave exclaimed brightly.

You grunted while sitting up, patting the shoulder of the crushing hold you were in "Wouldn't miss it for all of Earthbread. Now let me breathe-" you replied. Gingerbrave pulled back "Oh- sorry! I've been getting so strong recently" he said, grinning as he flexed one of his thin crispy arms "Must be all that adventuring". You smiled, chuckling a little "I'm sure. But I bet you still couldn't beat me". "Oh yeah? I bet I could!" Gingerbrave shot back confidently.

You glanced up to Pure Vanilla, who was smiling warmly at seeing you so relaxed. He gave an approving nod, and you stood, facing your now-opponent "Come on, let's put it to the test" you said. Gingerbrave got a running start, causing you to chase after him. Meanwhile, Pure Vanilla positioned Shadow Milk onto a nearby bench. The beast was still grumbling, practically pouting now "This is what we came here for? Ugh, you're making me think a jailcell would've been a better option"

"On the contrary, this is exactly the kind of exposure you need" Pure Vanilla said, taking a seat nearby. When Shadow Milk glared at him in confusion, he went on, "Look around, Shadow Milk. All these Cookies coming together to build something great. Not just a kingdom, but a home. Even our dear knight can't help but join in". He turned his eye staff to the Cookies running about, using it to see the scenery "They're family, friends, comrades. It's everything you need to learn"

"BOOORRIIINNNG" Shadow Milk interrupted, leaning back in his seat "Sheesh, and just when I wanted to think you couldn't get any worse, you bring out the friendship speech. Give it a rest, you fool". Pure Vanilla just gave a shrug. He was always irritated with Shadow Milk, but it wasn't in his nature to lash out or snap. Not after that first time... he focused on his deep breathing instead, finding comfort in watching you battle with your pals.

Shadow Milk rolled his eyes, but found his gaze going to the same area. You looked so carefree out there. So unapologetically yourself. Just you, the sun beaming down, and the thrill of battle. He didn't remember a time where he ever saw you look happier. Maybe there could be something there.. a spot carved out in the earth for something even as vile as him. Maybe a spot right beside you, if he wanted to really hope. But he shoved the thought back down when remembering the scowl you always fixed him with. It was stupid to get his hopes up, he figured. But for now, he was drawn to your form, awestruck by you, and he felt no need to look away.

[luvrsluxe]

IN TOO DEEP - JEY USO

Summary: A short while after making things official, Jey learns a little more about his gym girlfriend's past - which leads to a not so pleasant secret being revealed.

Pairing: personal trainer! jey uso x black! fem reader

Word Count: 9.23k (...finale for a reason... also not perfectly proofread!)

Warnings: 18+/NSFW under the cut, fluffy headcanons (i gotta be nice, first), kissing, mentions of marriage & pregnancy, ANGST, backdooring (we hate carmelo), breakup, timeskip of a month, a lot of crying (both), arguments, make-up sex, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f! receiving), slow n sensual (lovemaking if you squint really hard) multiple positions, cliffhanger (i would say i'm sorry... but I’m not).

Author's Note: pls grab a box of tissues... that's all. i luv them, and i appreciate you guys for being SO receptive of this concept. it's not the end for them, but they'll be gone for a minute after this.

(p.s.: u can always request standalone stories unrelated to this timeline - personal trainer! jey is so special to me and i'll always be happy to write something about him). happy reading luvs.

Inspo:

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

Part 3 is here

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personal trainer! jey uso is the boyfriend who's ensuring his girl's always well pampered between workouts. Be it that he's the one providing a deep tissue massage, handing her the black card for a new lululemon set to add to her cart, or simply cuddling with her in the warm suds of an epsom salt bath, he's intentional on making sure she relaxes and can reset properly.

"Did so good today, baby. You're a natural; m'so proud of you."

personal trainer! jey uso is the boyfriend that helps you set up your new space in his house, clumsily getting tangled up in fairy lights and lifting every single box into your new room. He can't afford to not spend time with you - and besides, it saves you a long and often lonely commute to his home gym.

personal trainer! jey uso is the boyfriend that falls in love with the version of you outside the gym workouts. Having lived together for about three months, he's keen to help you cook in the kitchen, usually chopping up meats or vegetables, and almost always stealing the first bites when doing a taste test. He loves and learns your favourite recipes, taking time out of his schedule to do ingredient runs while you're away in classes. On one particular day, you arrive after a long study session with your friends and immediately, the smell of a warm, homecooked meal floods your senses.

"Thought you'd want something from home. Y'told me your mom taught you this recipe." He says with the softest of grins, almost sheepish - he's hoping it does her recipe justice.

personal trainer! jey uso is the boyfriend that is so head over heels... so incredibly head over heels in love with you - that when he finally says those three words, he's all choked up. Someone who'd once been noncomittal, and nonchalant about getting into a serious relationship had seen himself change in a matter of months. 8 months to be exact. And when he hears you repeat those same three words, it feels like he's been dipped into a cool, refreshing stream - a new path carved for the two of you to navigate the sweet love that had been building up in the last little while.

"M'thinking... I might marry her uce, just maybe." He'd said to Jimmy, and his older twin quite literally jumped for joy. "I love her... she loves me. We're growing together, man."

personal trainer! jey uso is the boyfriend that puts in work, constantly spoiling you to the point you'll cancel a meeting just to spend a little more time with him at home. After that night in the jacuzzi, he can't ever get his hands off of you. From delicate feather-like touches whilst running errands to raw and primal pleasures consumed in the bedroom; you had the best of both worlds with this man.

"I wanna spend forever witchu, baby girl." He said sleepily after one particularly intense night together. It'd become a routined thing for him to say, reaffirming he was only for you and wanted nothing else that the world had to offer.

"I'd like that. And I want it just as much, Jey."

The two of you were so happy, so in love... so at peace with each other.

For now.

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"I'm hoooooooooooome!" You sang out, slinging your bookbag over your shoulder, the sight of your boyfriend casually lounging in the living room causing your smile to widen only further.

"Yo' cute ass is finally home.... thought I was gonna die without you bein' back." He said, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. His hand finds yours, an immediate reflex that had become part of the routined touches shared between the two of you.

You squeeze it, his slightly calloused fingers interlocking with your slimmer ones. It felt like home - safe, sound, and secure.

"How was work, baby?" You quipped, resting your head against his chest. He sighs, a deep rumble vibrating through you. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, chuckling softly as he answers.

"Same old... new patrons, new trainers to coach...and we're opening two locations in Florida and in California. Jimmy and Solo gon' manage them while I'm here witchu, livin' that 'domestic' lifestyle." He teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He noticed the coils sticking out of your bun, and reached back gently to undo the hairstyle.

"You so gorgeous, ma." He husks, squeezing your hand again. The rate at which he complimented you wasn't a new thing as of late, but it always caught you off guard.

"You're one to talk, Jey." You chuckled, pulling back to grab a snack from the fridge, but he tugs you right back into his chest. The sudden movement has you squealing, and he hugs you tight, making it impossible to leave his affectionate embrace.

"Boy... whatchu doin'?" Your voice is muffled by his bicep, evidently bigger since he's been working out consistently. "M'hungryyyyyy..."

The soft whine makes him grin, baring his gold grill as he looks down at you. "I know but you gon' sit... I made you something." He whispers, guiding you to the sofa. He jogs back to the fridge, grabbing a couple of side plates and a tray of what appears to be homemade cinnamon buns, topped with sticky sweet frosting.

"Surprise, mamas."

He smirks as your eyes widen - they're freshly made, the frosting coating each pastry intricately. You'd always known he was good with his hands, but there was something so romantic and sweet about him wanting you to relax and indulge in the sweet things he had to offer.

"Are you kidding, baby? These look incredible." You mused softly, watching him put the plates and tray of sweet treats down on the coffee table. "Fuck, you spoil me way too much. Part of me feels like I don't deserve it at all."

"How many times am I going to repeat myself, huh? You changed me f'the better, alright... you and me forever." He murmurs, taking a seat beside you. "You made me a better man, mama. M'gon' be doin' things for you whenever... but m'gon' spoil you all the time too."

The two of you sat hand in hand, and he cuts out a piece, holding it in his hand. You lean in, taking a bite as he watches. There’s a certain twinkle of mischief in them; partially because he knows he’s mastered the art of making your favourite desserts… and the other part being that he’s aware he owns another treat you’ve grown accustomed to getting multiple times a week.

“Makin’ babymaking facial expressions while eating dessert, hm?” He jokes, taking a bite of the cinnamon roll in turn. “Baby making… man, if you don’t stop playin’!” You giggled softly, resting your head on his shoulder. “Not that I’d be opposed to being a mama in the future, once I’m working and married.” You added, snatching the snack from his hand and finishing it off.

"You'd make such a good mom, sweetheart." He whispers, grabbing a second cinnamon roll. He notices a little frosting on your bottom lip, and he carefully brushes it off with his thumb. "Any man would be lucky to have you take care of his kids...and damn, if we stay growin' together... m'puttin' a ring on that finger and we're makin' a football team." He teases, taking a bite of the treat as you burst into a fit of giggles.

"Is this your way of saying you have wedding and baby fever, Jey?" You quip, laying your head on his chest. He tears off another piece of the dessert, handing it to you as you listen to his heartbeat. He gives you a knowing look, chuckling softly as the two of you finish off the rest of the pastries in a comfortable silence.

"Maybe I do... Maybe m'seein' we got a forever thing going on, ma." He finally replies, pressing a kiss to your lips. It's a soft, sincere little peck - one that leaves you giddy and wanting more in the moment.

The tender moment stops however, when he gets a phone call.

"Ay, I'll be there. I gotchu, I'll be there, uce."

The call is short, but you wouldn't miss that voice anywhere. Jimmy was the one who'd called him. When he disconnects the call, Jey stands up, squeezing your hand once more.

"Training Team Debrief tonight... y'wanna come with me?" He says, pulling you to your feet.

"Is everyone going to be there?" You quip back, arms crossed against your chest. IT didn't necessarily matter that the team was there, but Jey's brow furrowed at the question.

"Does that matter? We've been public for some time now, mamas. Nothin' bad s'gon happen to you if you go and socialize."

You nod your head, playing off your nervousness. He notices, stepping forward to wrap you in a warm hug.

"Carmelo's going to be there. I'd suggest steerin' clear of him, hm?" He advises, pulling away to grab his gym bag, leaving you in the living room with a head full of neverending thoughts.

More specifically, a ridiculously large pit of dread.

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Upon arrival at the gym, Jey's quick to interlock his fingers with yours, squeezing softly as he led you inside. The usual bustle of trainers, machines, and eager patrons created the perfect harmony of a busy gym night. When you both scan your cards in, you're greeted by a very smug expression, worn on the face of one of the newer hires - Leila.

"Took y'all long enough; you've been gone for nearly three months." She scoffs, giving you a look so vile, you nearly thwack her in her jaw.

"If you cared so much about my whereabouts, you would've called me." You snap back, pushing past her angrily. Jey shoots her a glance, and she can't help but bat her eyelashes in return.

"Spent all those months fucking her... and you don't even know the truth about her, Jey." She purrs, causing Jey to freeze up. The fact that you weren't there to defend yourself in the moment worsened the blow, but a part of him wanted to hear what Leila had to say. She was a silent observer, after all.

"Why do you think your little girlfriend hates me, huh? Think about it, Jey. I'm Melo's best friend... I knew her before you knew her." She began, and Jey shrugs, clearly unbothered.

"What's Carmelo gotta do with y'all bein' friends?" He says, the slight clench in his jaw causing Leila to caution her tone. "What, did he do somethin'?"

"We can't talk about this out here. Just... come this way." She whispers, leading him to the usual offices he worked in at the gym. Upon entry, she shuts the door and sits across from him, tapping her pink nails on the table.

"I swear if this is a waste of my time, Lei...." Jey mutters, but she silences him immediately.

"Oh believe me, it isn't a waste. She's wasting your time by not being honest with you." She retorts, pursing her lips as he taps his foot impatiently. She whips out her phone, airdropping him a voice message that had been left behind by you.

It was from a few months ago... about 11 months, to be precise. Two months before you'd signed up for his training sessions.

"Press play, Jey." Leila chuckles smugly, leaning back in her chair.

He does.

"I'm so over this shit, baby. So over it. Y'keep askin' about the damn gym, askin' about who I'm with. Whole time, I been yours. Provided you solace, comfort, compassion - fucked your doubts outta yo' damn head."

The voice belonged to Carmelo Hayes.

Jey tensed, saying a silent prayer that it wasn't you on the other end of the phone. The way he addressed you - rash, unbothered, and somehow over you.

"Melo... how long are you going to keep getting mad at me? I can't worry about my boyfriend and how fucking suspicious you've been. You were supposed to be my confidant, but you run amuck talking shit and fuckin' someone else."

Your voice on the call was shaky, as if you'd been crying. The tremor made Jey's heart sink, and he clutched onto the phone a little tighter.

"You said you wouldn't let go of me, Carmelo. You....lied. Gosh, you're so..." Your voice breaks, and as Jey listens to Carmelo berate your reasonable doubts, he can't help but be puzzled at Leila.

"She ain't cheating, uce. He treated her badly." Jey says quietly, sniffling briskly to calm himself down.

"No... this is contextual, dumbass. Go to the next one." Leila chuckles, a hand over her mouth as Jey clicks the next one. The date on it... was one week after Jey had started training you. As in, one week after the steamy moment in the sauna. The beginning of the hiatus, before the two of you had made up in the Escalade.

"Thought we were working on us, babe. I get it, you needed a distraction in that damn trainer... but he doesn't put it down like Melo does, you know that."

"Believe me, I... it's temporary. Jey's great, like really fucking great... but.... we both know where home is."

The former tremor in your voice is gone - laced with venom instead. The audible smirk on your lips causes Jey to curse under his breath, scoffing bitterly.

Leila leans forward, noticing the somber expression on Jey's face. At this rate, he's fighting not to get emotional. At the time, it was noncommittal - he was noncommittal. He wasn't ready for a relationship, but you'd changed him.

"We made up after all this, Leila. Sure, it stings a little bit but..." He began, only for her to cut him off.

"She never confirmed or told you that she currently works with him, spends days with him on campus, and that they're partners on a major project right now, huh? She leaves early in the mornings because he picks her up, spoils her, and brings her home to your doorstep. He's still important to her, and if you actually considered the clear hints... you wouldn't have gone too far. His hand was around her waist when she came back to the gym, Jey." She adds, and Jey's fists clench involuntarily.

"M'gon' need you t'leave, Leila. Please."

His chest hurt, hearing the truth. It made him question the whole purpose of the workout sessions - was he the other man? Did Carmelo even know how deep things were for you both? Not to mention, he helped you move into his gigantic penthouse, gave you a beautiful room tailored to your preference, and his puppies had grown fond of their new mama.

What's more, is he talked about wanting to marry you earlier. To raise a family together - it gutted him that only a month ago, he'd told Jimmy he was planning to pop the question soon.

Leila smirks softly, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. "She ain't for you, and until you realize this whole charade was a ruse to break your noncommittal mold and use you to her advantage, you're a lost cause."

When the door shuts, Jey fists his pocket - his soft hand enclosed around the soft velvety box. The very box that held that very ring - the very ring he wanted to propose to you with.

He takes it out, opening the small box in a swift motion. The clear cut diamond, the pretty silver band; fit for a princess.

The perfect fit for you. But clearly, it meant nothing now.

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An hour later, you've finished your workout and are all washed up. Your skin shimmered, as it always did but was concealed under sweatpants and a compression shirt that highlighted your midriff, the soft glint of your bellybutton piercing catching Jey's eye. He steps out, somewhat angry - the expression on his face was unreadable.

Your heart sinks, unaware of what had transpired while you worked out.

"Are you okay, baby?" You whisper, slipping your smaller hand into his. He nods, but his frame remains rigid, stoic, frozen.

"M'fine. Rough night s'all... let's go home." He says, the quieter baritone in his voice slightly unfamiliar. Just as you grab the door, Carmelo steps out of the office, grinning smugly.

"S'bout time he knew the truth about us." He grins, and tears spring to your eyes. He paces forward, only for Jey to step between you and Carmelo, your former ex.

“Yo’ ass ain’t serious, uce. Runnin’ them gums gon’ get you in trouble.” Jey grits out, shoving him forcefully before stepping out of the gym, not looking back at you. Your eyes sting, tears brimming as you take one pitiful glance at Melo, who's holding onto his shoulder.

If looks could kill - you would've vanished into thin air. The pure distaste with which Melo sneered rendered your knees to feel like heavy cinder blocks. Your chest heaved, shaky breaths being taken to calm your quiet sobs. Jey hadn't gone too far, and he when he turned to see where you stood, it was as if the happier halo that he often saw around you had been extinguished.

It hurt like a scar, sustained from emotional turmoil. He still loved you, he could never not. But until he could come to terms, he had to figure out how to give the two of you some space.

Rather than loiter much longer, Jey comes back into the gym, socking Melo in the jaw hard enough that the man falls back onto the ground. He wanted to throw another punch - perhaps engage in a fistfight, but it wasn't worth it.

"Yo' ass is banned from my gyms, and you can go ahead and let Leila know she's fired. If I catch y'all again on my property... or in my gyms in Cali or Florida... ay, man. Tread lightly."

He turns to you, his dark brown eyes appearing sad and downturned. "C'mon mama, s'been a long night."

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The drive home was quiet, save for the soft sobs you tried so hard to muffle in your jacket. Upon arrival, Jey let you go in first while he stopped by to check on his three pitbulls, who were sound asleep. He wrapped his fist around the soft velvet box in his pocket, sighing as he silently decided his proposal was going to be put on hold.

He'd booked tickets to Florida and California to show you the new gyms and get his brothers to meet you, eventually ending the one month trip with a family dinner and him getting down on one knee.

That plan however, was now scrapped. He'd been trying so hard not to break down, but when he opened the safe where he'd kept the ring out of sight, tears stained his cheeks. Part of him wondered if he fucked up, if he wasn't clear about how he felt, or if he needed to do more to convince you that he loved you beyond understanding.

His sobs are quiet, but they're interruped when he hears a soft patter of paws across the floor. There was something special about his dogs, as they were his usual companions before you came along. He turns, meeting three pairs of equally sad, downturned eyes in his pups, and they waste no time in comforting him.

"Mumble, Jax, and Pongo...." He says softly, petting each of their heads as they surrounded him. He stays with them for a while, appreciating the affectionate time spent with his dogs before he has to send them back to bed. He too, needed to sleep on the huge reveal - and consider what steps to take next.

Once the three pitbulls are back in their dog pen, Jey makes a beeline for his room, noticing you'd shut your door. This was new to him, as the two of you often reminisced about the day and chatted for hours on end before going to sleep. He was hoping tonight would've been a special night; a step closer to the 'forever' that he'd dreamed of with you.

You sat quietly in your room, knees huddled to your chest, sobbing uncontrollably. You had no clue what had transpired, but you knew that the secret was out. What you didn't know was that only part of the story had been shown - through Leila. Leila had not mentioned that after the night in the Escalade, you'd cut things off with Carmelo, besides the work partners part. That was beyond your control.

The carpooling was convenient, but it only lasted a month - and that was because Carmelo had stopped being serious about the project altogether, causing you to do all of the heavy lifting. Every time you came back to Jey's house out of breath, it was from taking one bus, to a train, and a short walk to his part of Atlanta. You could drive, but you didn't have a car.

Leila never mentioned to Jey that she was also a good friend to you, before the entire Carmelo situationship happened. She never spoke on how well the two of you got on, as if you were sisters. It was clear she set out to ruin your reputation, misrepresent the entire nature of the relationship, and drive a wedge between you and your boyfriend.

Jey leaned against your door, listening to the soft hiccups of your sobs. He wanted to talk to you, hold onto you, reassure you that this was just a bump in the road. But again, you didn't deny any of the voice messages he had heard.

"I was right when I said I didn't deserve him." He hears you mumble faintly, and his heart sinks. He darts away from the door, slamming the door to his room. His hands tug through his mullet, and he slumps, sitting on the carpeted floor in disbelief.

"How could I be so fuckin' blind, huh?" He mutters, staying there for a few moments, letting the messages replay in his mind. "She knows where home is, huh? Funny, 'cause I know where my home is too."

He gets up, grabbing his travel bag and suitcase, sending his brothers a series of messages. He needed a break.

A break from Atlanta, a break from work, and a break from...

You.

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The night was lonesome, and when the sun finally rose, you rolled over to see a big pair of round eyes peeking at you from the duvet.

Pongo.

"What's goin' on, bub?" You murmur sleepily, only for Pongo to bark softly. That's when you hear the slight jangle of keys, meaning Jey was downstairs already. Usually, if you two weren't sleeping in the same bed, he'd bring you a coffee to your room, kiss you until you were a blushing mess, and sometimes, if he knew you weren't going to work early, he'd settle between your thighs and make up for lost time.

This was different.

You pulled on one of his YEET hoodies, a pair of shorts and slippers as you rushed down to see him. It gutted you to see how good he looked.

He'd grown fond of wearing different hats as of late, opting for a black knit beanie atop his curly, brownish mullet. The entire outfit was the usual black Nike cargo pants and a compression hoodie. No hint of a grin was on his lips as he tied his Panda dunks.

"J-Jey."

He flinches.

"Mornin."

No petname, no quick squeeze, nothing but that two syllable greeting.

"Yo-You're all packed up...?" You quipped softly, noticing the packed luggage. He nods, standing up to face you.

"M'gon' be gone for a month, mama. I... learned a lot of shit yesterday - shit I wished you told me. Not Leila, not Carmelo. You." He began, and his voice betrayed the tough facade he was trying to maintain.

"You're leaving...because of some bullshit that happened MONTHS ago? When you were noncommittal, when we hadn't made up. C'mon now, Jey." You plead, hanging your head as you look down at your slippers.

"I would've wanted to be told he was driving you to work, to campus...I would've appreciated if you had let me know the history was beyond flirty DMs on Instagram when you ditched the gym. You told him you loved him, ain't you? Y'let him see parts of you that I've seen... that I've taken care of. You tore your walls down for him and built them up when it wasn't fuckin' convenient for you, huh?"

As he spoke, he tilts your chin upwards, and the tears fall. A neverending stream of sorrow, splattered onto your cheeks. His thumb is an instant reflex, brushing them away delicately.

"Can we just talk about this, please?" You mumble, the soft request echoed by Pongo's quiet pants as the pup sat at your feet. "Things happened, yes. But... gosh, baby. I mean it when I say that I only want you."

Jey felt his heart nearly seize, and he knew if he stayed any longer, he'd fall back into old habits, rather than give the two of you some space to grow apart and decompress.

"We'll talk when m'back. M'not gon' kick you out of here, though. My mama ain't raised me to be disrespectful. You can stay, and the pups will be here to keep you company. M'gon' be gone awhile." He mutters, brushing one more tear away from your cheek. "Right now, I can't be with you. So m'takin' a step back for myself, and do the right thing for us both."

You nod, and he continues.

"This whole thing," he resumes, straightening out his shoulders. "this shit is done."

Tears stream down his cheeks and you instinctively cup his cheek, brushing them away softly. He wanted to give into the tenderness, the familiar feeling of your hand on his cheek, but he pulls back, wiping the rest away with the back of his sleeve.

The one thing he does, which makes the split sting a little more is take your hand once more.

"I wanna... nah, I need to remember this feeling before I go." He says quietly, and you squeeze his hand. He returns it once more, pulling away to grab his things and head for the Uber waiting for him.

"Jey."

"I'll be safe. Y'ain't gotta worry 'bout me anymore, alright. M'cool."

When the door shuts, your heart practically shatters. Pongo whines as you sob again, the throbbing headache comprised of the night's prior instances and now, a breakup.

No more boxing lessons, no more giggles before bed, no more sweet treats - just the bitter sting of a split.

Jey was gone - and given his known impulsiveness, you knew he would be petty while in Florida and California. He'd be back in his hoochie shorts soon enough, and the bond you two had built together would be meaningless in due course.

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3 WEEKS LATER

"Aye man, explain this to me again. She was with Carmelo, at a time you two weren't even labeled as an item?"

Jey's jaw tensed as he sat alongside his brother, Solo, at an In-N-Out burger spot in San Francisco, a short drive away from their childhood home. He nods, gnawing on a fry as his younger brother chuckles.

"Yo' ass crashed out over the fact she ain't tell you that? I get that jealousy can fuck up your understanding but -"

"Uce, she been hangin' with 'ole boy on her campus. They fucked two nights before she came back to the gym, and she told me nothing disclosed was a lie." Jey said bitterly, and Solo nods.

"You still love her, don't you? You can’t bring yourself to admit it right now, but you love her… right?"

Jey tensed, a soft smile on his lips when he remembered you. He wondered what you'd been up to, but couldn't bring himself to admit it.

"I do. I don't be checkin' on her though - the space is needed, uce."

Solo smirks at that, crossing his arms. He could see right through his brother’s rebuttal. "Even if it is, yo' ass gon' crack first... she been active on Instagram with Pongo, Jax, and Mumble." He then hands Jey his phone, and sure enough, you've posted a selfie with each of the puppies, captioning it as "mama on duty."

He didn't drop the phone right away, noticing that in the two weeks he'd been away, the gym had been seeing you. There was a renewed confidence on your face, the very same one he'd encountered nine months ago. The usual coils you'd worn in a bun were blown out in a silk press, and you sported one of the lululemon sets he'd bought you a few weeks prior to the split.

"She's beautiful, man. And the pups love her, uce. There's somethin' special about her - I didn't even wanna leave when she'd pleaded for me to stay." He confessed, sniffling quietly before handing Solo his phone.

"I get it. And I think y'gotta hear her out, sooner or later. She obviously has some things she didn't get to explain. She heard you out on your past; it's time you let her do the same, uce."

Jey nods, finishing up his fries as Solo spoke. His younger brother wasn't entirely wrong - the two of you hadn't spoken before he left. When they're done with their meal, they head to the gym.

Meanwhile, you were busy at home, drafting a report for the project that Carmelo had ultimately left in your hands after you cut him off. The last three weeks had been decent, having been productive in your various ventures and spending time with the puppies. Pongo had been running back and forth between your various projects, bringing Mumble and Jax with him whenever food was being prepared. Despite their company, you still felt empty.

You missed him.

The no contact period was nearly completed, meaning he would be in Florida soon and then back to Atlanta. Back to the house, the pups, and the gym.

Back to you.... you weren't so sure.

As you put together the final revision of your project, your phone lights up.

uceyjucey added to their story

"...Oh." You whispered, clicking the notification after a brief moment. The photo was of him, Solo, and Jimmy at the gym location in San Francisco.

You sigh quietly, placing the phone down - only for it to buzz again.

uceyjucey sent a message

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"I think yo' ass is a little worried she got somethin' with Melo, uce." Jimmy said, as Solo spotted Jey's bench press workout. Jey bared his teeth, lifting the weights effortlessly as Solo stood at his head, arms outstretched in case Jey needed assistance.

"I definitely was; still tryna wrap my head around it all. I'm less mad at her - Carmelo though... he gon' get this work." Jey scoffed in response, finishing his final set as he wiped his brow. His twin nodded, arms crossed.

"You texted her, ain't you?" He chuckled, and Jey nodded. "Knew yo' ass couldn't maintain the no contact."

"I asked about the puppies and if she needed a card top up, uce. Nothing about me coming back." He muttered, and his brothers scowled angrily.

"...You're impossible, Jey. Pick up that weight again, man. Two more sets."

By the time Jey was done, he felt exhausted. The sweat on his skin formed a thin sheen, and he was exhaling loudly. "Damn, man." He mutters under his breath, grabbing a towel to wipe his face.

Upon checking his phone, he'd received a number of notifications, some of them from his various social medias, and one particular text message from a certain Creative Director.

Sure, the Florida trip was meant for him to see the gym and reconnect with his family and friends. But it was also the location of the WWE Performance Center. Jey had taken time off to manage his businesses, and there were only three months left until he'd return to the ring. The meeting with Hunter was to set out a timeline, determine his schedules, and given his popularity - allow him to carve out a new return unlike anything he'd done before.

"She don't know about yo' plans with WWE, uce?" Jimmy mutters, snapping Jey out of his trance. "She ain't know you were wrestlin'?"

"Nah she knows, uce. I told her awhile back, and it's on the website too." Jey retorts, exhaling angrily as he clicks his phone off.

"Listen.... this meeting ain't set for another month. I'll dish off this damn report right now. The gym's great, thanks to me and Trinity takin' care of things, uce. The staff is performing at a peak standard, and Zilla takes care of things when I'm on SmackDown."

As Jimmy elaborates on the gym operations, Solo places a hand on Jey's shoulder. "Flight takes off first thing tomorrow morning. Go and get your girl back, uce. Seriously."

"Alright. It's settled."

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4AM, ATLANTA

You were snuggled up in your room, Pongo at the edge of your bed as you flicked through old photos of you and Jey on your phone. The soft bass of Rihanna's voice echoed out of your speaker, filling up the empty void to a reasonable extent. Just as you adjust in your bed, Pongo barks, darting to the door.

"Wait... Pongo, hold on." You hissed, sliding off of your bed and running out to see what had alerted the eager pitbull. Once in the hallway, your breath hitches.

Pongo was curled up near his feet, and Jey had crouched to pet him. "Hey Pongo... s'been so long, hasn't it, huh?" He coos, and the pup barks eagerly in return. You noticed his leg tattoos appeared touched up - sharper than the last time you'd seen them.

When he stands up, his eyes soften at the sight of you. You were in plaid pajama pants, and one of his shirts that you'd cropped out of boredom, as well as your fuzzy socks. It took you a moment to scan him over, noting the black hoochie shorts he'd worn, along with his usual Air Force One sneakers and one of his cropped muscle tanks under an unzipped hoodie. The look - a callback to the first night you two met.

"You're home early." You finally said, leaning against the wall. You wanted to be nonchalant, but you loved him way too much to pretend that you weren't excited he'd returned a week earlier than he said. "How was the trip, Jey?"

"Fine. Stayed in Cali with my brothers, ma." He husks softly, stepping closer to you. "You and the boys held up well, right?" He quips, clenching and unclenching his jaw as you averted your gaze.

"They enjoyed their time with their mama, I'll say that much." You whispered, stepping back from him.

"Y'ain't answered my message."

"There was nothing to say. You checked on the dogs, Jey. Obviously we were in a no contact period, so why would I engage with you? You said it yourself, we're done." You say harshly, making a beeline for your room. "Leftovers are in the fridge, alright. M'goin' to sleep."

Jey let you get a head start, following you after a few minutes. He stops at your doorway, only to walk to his room and drop off his bags. He takes a couple breaths, reminding himself of the advice his brothers relayed to him.

Let her speak. Let her clear her air. And if all else fails, they'd figure out where to go from there.

He changes briefly, replacing the shorts with his usual black sweatpants, the glint of his cuban resting on his bare chest. When he's done freshening up, he takes one more breath, shutting his eyes and remembering the one thing that grounded him.

The memory of squeezing your hand before he left, and you returning the gesture was engrained and on replay. You were his person - you had made him a better man. It was now up to him to actually be that better man, and give you an opportunity to clear the air once and for all.

He walks quietly to your door, knocking gently. From the inside, you sit up, eventually giving him a chance to speak to you.

"Door's unlocked, baby."

Jey's chest caves at the familiar term of endearment, echoed sleepily as he walks in. The soft glow of the LED lights form a halo around you, something like that of an angel.

"You wanna talk?"

You turn to look at him, noting how the light hits right on his cuban, the gleam of his tanned skin, and his gold grill as he asks the question you've waited to hear for nearly a month.

"Let's talk."

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When he sits across from you on the bed, you can't help but smile. It feels like old times being renewed, and he beckons you into his arms.

"C'mere, baby." He pleads, yearning to feel your head on his bare chest. You scoff slgihtly, shaking your head.

"Lemme just... get this shit off of my chest. Alright?" You began, shuffling to shit beside him instead of across from him. "I completely get why you felt the way you did, okay? Especially after the fact you reassured me, explained your noncomittal track record to me, and confessed that... you wanted a future with me. But I was scared, Jey. Scared to get shut out, disparaged, and berated to the point of not wanting to try again. And as for that bitch, Leila... she was a good friend to me. Like a sister. Y'know how you are with some of the guys, like Bron or Damian... homies."

He listens intently, wincing at the sound of Leila's name. The one responsible for driving the two of you apart in the first place.

"Yes, the messages were me. It was how I felt in the moment with Carmelo. After all, he was my first relationship after my shitty ex. I joined the boxing thing to get back at him - not the first ex, no. But Carmelo... we were in a rocky on and off situation the first time I cut him off." You whisper, taking a deep breath to calm the boiling agitation in your chest.

"I should've said something, Jey. I... after the day in the sauna, I left because I still loved Melo at the time. I did."

Jey shifts, stroking your forearm as you continued to explain things to him. He never fell in love when he was casual and noncomittal. He wouldn't have understood the gravity of your scenario if you'd told him so soon. But you taught him how to love; how to give himself to you in a way so intimate that it sometimes left him puzzled in a way he could accept.

"I hear you, mama. M'still listening."

You move your arm from his grasp, taking his hand in yours instead. His breath gets caught up at the gesture, and you squeeze immediately.

He squeezes back, reaching up to brush a stray tear from the bridge of your nose as you resume speaking. "I feel like such a fucking idiot, Jey - two days... before the night in the parking lot, Melo and I got together....we fucked. It wasn't good, given he was there for a quickie. He'd said he had something with WWE going on, and wouldn't be able to stay long." You mumble, and Jey's thumb rubs soft circles on your hand as you carry on.

"Leila sent me a message the night after the Escalade; after I said I was yours. All I gotta say about what was sent, was that Carmelo wasn't shit. He got with her, is currently dating her and had been cheating on me with her the whole time." You added, and Jey shakes his head in disbelief.

"So yo mean to tell me.... Leila's his girlfriend with the child?" He quips, and you nod.

"After the Escalade night, I knew I didn't want a relationship with anyone that wasn't you. Sure, you rendered me unable to walk for a good week or two, but besides that... there was passion, a serious attention you exuded that I couldn't get enough of. You cared about me... and still do now. I got to workout here, have sleepovers, bond with your puppies.... and then... the night at the club, when Melo tried to make you jealous and... fuckin' hell, Jey... I'm just so sorry I didn't say anything sooner."

Jey doesn't say anything as he mulls over everything, and you rest your head on his shoulder. You're drained from the stress caused in such a short period of time, wanting nothing more to turn back time to when Jey had taped your hands for the first time, and taught you how to punch, jab, and uppercut in record time.

"I want you to know that if you're completely done with me... I understand. I get it." You added, and he tsks, muttering a "hell nah" under his breath.

"I told you that I loved you, mama. That still stands. Regardless of what fuckin' happened."

Your heartbeat quickens, and you finally look up at him, meeting the big brown eyes you've grown so fond of. They're more dilated under the soft fairy lights in your bedroom, twinkling slightly as if he's torn between smiling and crying.

"My brothers gave me clarity, and updates on you every now and then. I wanted you to have your space, rather than bombard you with questions and make you feel bad. The way Leila painted only half the picture broke my heart, mama. It did. And shit, maybe it's because I love hard. I don't play about my family, and I don't play about my woman either."

He struggles to keep speaking, letting the tears fall onto his cheeks. "I can't afford to let you go; you're a part of me I cannot lose. And I mean it when I say that I'm sorry I wasn't patient enough that night to hear you out."

You nod at his words, squeezing his hand. He returns it, and you brush his tears away. Seeing him so vulnerable and open tugged at your heartstrings in a way different from the usual conversations.

"We're good, I promise." He mumbles, and you look up at him, the weight in the air lifted almost instantly.

"Yeah, we are." You whispered, pulling him into a hug. A full body hug - the kind where heartbeats seem to blend into one perfect melody, and you bury your face into the crook of his neck. His signature scent of vanilla, coconut, and amber feel like home.

When he pulls back, he presses his lips to yours briefly. It's careful, tentative, and in a way, Jey's unsure if he should have proceeded with it. He stands corrected however, when you return the favour tenfold, kissing him back in a way unfamiliar to him. It's not meant to be quick or frantic. He pulls you into his lap, his soft hands gripping onto your clothed thighs, helping you roll your hips slowly as his tongue gently parts your lips with every kiss exchanged between the two of you.

The quiet yet unmistakable plea from your lips is like music to his ears, and he groans softly when you find a slow pace that teeters along the lines of teasing. His hands continue to guide your hips, eventually sculpting every bit of your torso, noting mentally how every inch of your body felt under his hands. When he reaches the cropped shirt you're wearing, he lifts it off gently, pulling away from the kiss for a moment to admire your body.

"You're breathtaking, baby girl. So damn beautiful."

You could cry, growing shy as he squeezes your supple breasts through your sports bra, wasting no time in taking it off. "M'never goin' to get over how perfect you are, y'know that right? He mumbles, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your sternum as you tremble in his lap.

"Mm..." The incoherent whine drives Jey to carry on with his praises, as he presses another wet kiss to the swell of one of your breasts. He then takes it into his mouth, looking up at you dangerously, the other hand occupied with kneading your other breast deliberately.

"Jey, baby...please." You whisper, barely audible as he sucks on your skin, the sound echoing in your ears. On a particularly sharp suck, your back arches inwards, and your manicured nails find his nape, tugging at the curls as he pulls off, baring his bottom grill.

"Y'just so fuckin' sweet, mamas." He husks, dragging his tongue sensually across your chest. When his lips find your other breast, you squeal softly, grinding against his hips at the slow, dragged out pace.

All you want with him in that moment is to feel.

"Fuck, Jey."

He smirks, dragging his fanged grill teasingly across your skin before meeting your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue finds yours, and he kisses you deep, wanting to blot out every doubt either of you had about the very relationship you had built over the past few months.

The gentle rut of your hips has him tightening his grip on your hips, and he bucks up; the exact same way he did on the hip thrust bench when the two of you had first met.

"Modified version, huh?" You giggled, alluding to that first time together. He smirks back, increasing his pace.

"You actin' like I forgot about this." He teases, bucking a few more times into you before he lays you on your back and kisses the pretty silver pierced jewel on your bellybutton.

"Could never forget about this... could never ever let you go, sweetheart." He purrs softly.

He's gentle, taking the time to untie your pajama pants, slinking them down your thick thighs. His mouth waters at the sight of you sprawled out, and all he wants to lavish on you until dawn.

"You're staring, baby." You say softly, disrupting his thoughts. He grins, settling on his knees and presses a kiss to the center of your black lace panties, eliciting a needy moan from your lips.

"I'll stare at you all day, ma. How could I not?" He hums, stretching your panties until they're tight against your clit. You buck immediately, the friction caused by the lace sending you into overdrive as he watches you intently. "You just... don't see what you do to me." He whispers, licking his thick tongue against your partially covered pussy.

"F-fuck-" You wail out, tossing your head back when he laps your folds slowly, stopping to tug your panties off. He pockets the lace with a smug grin before placing his palms on your inner thighs. He places his thumb on your clit, causing you to whimper his name delicately.

"You ready f'me?" He asks, tugging your lower body a little closer to him.

He knows you're ready. He could read your body language like an encyclopedia, able to see what made you quiver, squirm, and shudder in pleasure. Regardless, he wants to make you aware that all he needs is you, in this present moment.

"Always."

When his mouth returns to you throbbing clit, it's at a slow pace. Like he's trying to devour you at a pace - he doesn't want you to forget a damn thing.

Your jaw slackens, and your hips buck up once, twice, three times before he pins your thighs down. "Just feel it mama. Just let me take care of you, the way you deserve."

The slight scrape of his beard, the brush of his soft nose against your pussy, and his ravenous mouth combined for a messy sensory overload, and all you can do is beg for him not to stop. He complies, suckling your clit until your eyes rolled back, much to his delight. When he feels you push his head a little more, he tosses each of your legs onto his shoulders, but it isn't enough.

You want more.

"So sweet, pretty girl. Just so fucking sweet f'me." He chuckles, spreading your folds apart as he dips his tongue into you, and your thighs trap his head. He groans at the change in position, the vibrations pulsing against your pussy and causing arousal to pool in your lower belly.

"So damn deep, baby. Fuck me, just like that." You garbled out, each word dragged out due to his neverending ministrations. Your nails tug a little harder when you feel that familiar coil of pleasure snap, and he notices almost instantly. He lifts his head up, meeting your eyes as he rubs your soft mound with his index and middle fingers.

“Gon’ head mama - you earned this.” He urges, trapping your clit between his thick fingers, sucking your folds once more as you shook uncontrollably. “That’s it, baby girl. Cum for me. “

His low timbre voice has you feral, and cling onto the sheets for dear life as he drinks every last drop you have to offer. At a point, it’s too overwhelming, but it feels too good for you to want him to stop. “P-please…Jey.”

“I’m right here, sweetheart. You look so beautiful like this, baby.” He whispers, leaning up to look at you. His lips, beard, and chest gleam with remnants of your sweet mess. “Tell me whatchu need right now, aight?”

You struggle to form a sentence, simply pulling him on top of you. His Cuban dangles, and you tug on it to bring him closer to you. “Y-You. Just you.”

In a swift action, he sheds his sweatpants and boxers, his thick length smacking the ridges of his lower abs. He pumps himself twice, given he’d already grown so aroused from eating you out. His tip glistens with precum, evidently eager to be sheathed between your legs.

He taps your pussy with his tip, causing you to jolt up onto your elbows, and he uses one hand to grip your hip, guiding both of your legs to wrap around his hips as he pushes in. He’s so big, and it’s reflected in how you squeeze him in, causing him to growl under his breath.

“Shit, that’s it, baby. Just take it, one inch at a time, ma. Wanna fill you in every sense of the word.” He grunts, and you pull him into a lazy kiss, sighing in pleasure as he completely bottoms out. His other hand finds its way around your neck, not to choke you out, but just to keep you in place. When he thrusts the first time, it feels better than the last time the two of you were intimate.

“It’s so…good, daddy. So fuckin’ deep in me.” You whispered against his lips, and he giggles softly, which in turn gives you butterflies. As he finds his pace, the sound of skin against skin drowns out every doubt you ever had about the future with him. If anything, it ascertains that you were both made for each other.

“Such a pretty pussy, ma. She knows where home is… and damn, I do too.” He admits, pressing kisses down your neck and holding onto you tight as you welcome him deeper into you. His tip finds your cervix in due course, and your wanton moans only drive him to keep going. “Mm, there you go baby, just hang onto me. Hold out f’me.”

You can’t help but clench around him like a sweet vice, and he curses under his breath, knowing how close you are to your orgasm. He looks down at your pretty face, whispering sweet nothings meant only for you. The sight of his darkened eyes, the droplets of sweat rolling down his chest, the swift exhales of his breath as he thrust deeper into you, maintaining the slow and steady pace he’d established - he himself looked like sex personified.

“I feel y-you, right there, Jey. P-please I…” You faltered, and he nods, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Take what you need, mamas. M’yours, forever.” He whispers, and sure enough, you tremble through your second climax of the night. Tears stream down your cheeks, and he kisses them away. The tenderness with which he treated you - it was more than just sex between the two of you.

It was a physical committment.

His thrusts grow sloppy with every breath he takes, and he furrows his brow when he fills you to the brim. The lewd squelch echoes in the room as he slows down a little more, not wanting a single drop wasted. You cling onto him tightly, mewling a myriad of expletives and his name in turn, and you can't help but squeeze your velvety walls around his length.

You could handle one more round. Just one more.

He rolls you onto your side, making sure that you're comfortable, and drapes his arm across your waist. His hand slips into yours, just as he thrusts into you, slow and steady, exhaling shakily in tune with your saccharine whimpers. You squeeze his hand, a plea to let him know you can take it.

As he grips onto your hip, he thrusts a little harder - not in a rough way, but rather to emphasize just how bad he needs to be with you. It's echoed further when he groans your name under his breath.

That, in itself was a first.

Addressing you as who you were, beyond just his sweetheart, his princess, his soulmate... he wanted you to feel connected to him beyond just affectionate petnames.

Two lovers entwined in an intimate dance made solely for them.

"I love you more and more everyday." He whispers, and you turn to look over at him, teetering between uttering a thousand more moans, or acknowledging his words.

"Jeyyy..." You whine out softly, his thrusts only accelerating as he feels you clamp tightly around him, and he groans into your neck.

"I know, baby. I know... let it all out."

It isn't long before you feel that arousal course through you, soaking his dick obscenely. You shudder through the aftershocks, squeezing his hand as he grunts, painting your velvet walls with his seed.

"I love you too, Jey."

You cup his face with your free hand, as he rests inside of you for a while. He can't help but feel at home, and at peace.

"Not too rough, was I?" He quips, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you trace his chest tattoos. You giggle, shaking your head.

"Not rough enough. But honestly, this felt special. It felt different. Something new."

He nods.

"Just like your new adventures, when you go back to the ring. And win championships...and be a star, y'know." You carried on, the slight break in your voice causing him to wince.

"M'gon' be here with the boys every night watching when you're out there." You whispered, and he chuckles at that.

"Just make sure Jax and Mumble don't drag lil Pongo around, hm?" He teases.

As the two of you eventually drift off to sleep, everything seems to be perfect. The two of you set in stride, and graduated from boxing lessons and petty arguments.

For now.

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[wendichester]

I absolutely love your work! Could I request something where the reader is not the most active person, like... She doesn't like running, she's not fit, she's terrible at fighting. She maybe does research, but that's all. But she's good at picking clothes, she always makes sure Sam and Dean look professional/appropriate to what they'll be doing. And she makes absolutely AMAZING apple pie, and she cooks, and all - just helps "passively", not "actively". So one day she decides that "alright, that's enough, I'm only causing trouble" and leaves - and at first the boys don't care, since she "wasn't too useful" - but after like a week or two they notice that they miss the apple pie, they miss someone who could help them with looking better, especially Sam, who realizes how deep in love with her he is? And maybe she comes back?

I'm sorry if it's too specific, or too much details, or anything😅😅

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ all the little things,

summary. when you start to think just how replaceable you are, sam shows you exactly otherwise

pairing. sam winchester x reader ft. dean winchester

wordcount. 681

notes. honestly, this is just a heartwarming idea! thank you for requesting lovely 🩷

The motel room is quiet when you slip out.

Your bag is packed, everything neat and folded because, well—of course it is. You aren’t a mess. You don’t do things hastily or without thinking. But you’ve thought about this—leaving—long and hard, and the conclusion is always the same.

You aren’t useful.

Sure, you help. You make sure Dean’s FBI suit isn’t wrinkled and that Sam has something other than plaid to wear when interviewing victims. You keep the bunker stocked, and you make damn good apple pie.

But you can’t run. You can’t fight. You can barely hold a gun without it shaking in your hands.

And you’re tired of feeling like dead weight.

So you leave.

No note, no big speech—just a quiet exit in the middle of the night, the way you’re sure they’ll forget you.

Because you? You’re replaceable.

Right?

At first, the boys don’t notice.

They wake up, see that your things are gone, and shrug it off. Maybe you got tired of the life. Maybe you found something better.

They don’t talk about it.

They just move on.

Then things start feeling off.

Not all at once—just little things.

Like how Dean’s shirts are suddenly wrinkled as hell, and his ties are never quite right. Or how Sam keeps losing his laptop charger because you’re not there to remind him to bring it.

And the food? Absolute garbage.

Dean burns everything. Sam tries to cook and nearly poisons them both. They eat diner food three times a day, and after two weeks, Dean stares blankly at the menu and mutters, “God, I miss pie.”

Sam’s fork pauses mid-air.

It’s the first time either of them has said it out loud.

Dean catches himself, scowls, and shoves a bite of pancakes into his mouth. But the damage is done.

They do miss you.

The bunker feels wrong without you.

Your room is empty, hollow in a way Sam can’t stand. He stops by more often than he wants to admit, staring at the bed like it might hold answers, like it might tell him why you left without a word.

At first, he assumed it didn’t matter. But now—now it’s everywhere.

It’s in the little things.

Like how there’s no warm light from the kitchen in the morning, no soft hum of music while you bake. No one teasing Dean about his terrible diet or fixing Sam’s collar before an interview.

No one who makes them feel like they have a home.

It takes Sam longer than he’d like to admit to realize what it means.

He doesn’t just miss you.

He loves you.

And he needs you back.

Finding you takes time.

Sam spends hours searching, fingers flying over the keyboard until—finally—he gets a hit.

Dean doesn’t argue when Sam says, “Let’s go.”

Because he misses you too.

You stare at them when they show up at your new apartment.

“...What are you doing here?”

Sam takes a slow breath. “We need to talk.”

You cross your arms, trying to hold your ground. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Dean scoffs. “Bullshit.”

Sam shoots him a look, then turns back to you, softer. “We didn’t realize how much we needed you,” he admits. “Not just for the small stuff—for everything.”

You blink, and Sam steps closer, voice steady.

“You make us better. You make us feel like we’re more than just hunters. More than just the job.”

You swallow hard. “I—I thought I was just in the way.”

Sam shakes his head. “You were never in the way.”

Dean chimes in. “Look, we’re idiots, okay? We should’ve said something when you left.” He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “But the truth is—we suck without you.”

Your throat tightens.

Then Sam says, quietly—earnestly,

“I love you.”

Your breath catches.

Dean smirks. “Took him long enough to admit it.”

Sam rolls his eyes but doesn’t look away from you. His hand finds yours, warm and solid.

“So,” he says. “Come home?”

You hesitate—only for a second.

Then you nod.

And just like that, everything is right again.

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"Young and Beautiful"

Prologue

ya'll, I cannot sleep with my arm in this stupid cast, so i started rereading "the great Gatsby" (my comfort book) and i got this idea. i know, i know, i have 3 unfinished fics buttttttt i'm injured and this is my blog and i have free will so i'm writing this. This is yandere romantic batboys and bruce x reader. BUT set in the roaring 20's. Send in asks, requests, ideas, and just what you think about this! Likes, comments, reblogs and asks are encouraged and keep me going! Love yall <333. This is written in 1st person, reader is recalling events in her journal. This is a rough draft for the prologue! Sorry if it doesnt make sense, i'm high off pain meds writing this bc i'm BORED.

The first time I saw Jason Todd, he was nothing to me Just another boy in my father’s estate, covered in dirt, hands rough from labor, his bruised knuckles proof of a fight he hadn’t won. His blue eyes were sharp, full of something wild, something untamed, something that made you bristle, the kind of fire you knew to stay away from, even at 12 years old.

The first time I spoke to Jason Todd, two years after I saw him, I thought he was filth.

He was a boy covered in dirt, his hands stained with mud and the smell of horses, his knuckles raw from a fight he clearly hadn’t won. His face was sharp, bruised, skinny and too wild for someone who worked under my father’s name. He was nothing, just another street rat lucky enough to be given work in my father’s stables, another nameless stray that old Mr. Wilkes had dragged in from the gutters of Gotham. He smelled like sweat, hay, and something sharp, something angry.

I was fourteen years old and wore pearls around my throat, a silk dress with delicate lace at the sleeves. My father’s estate stretched over rolling green fields, our mansion standing tall like something out of a dream. My mother’s hands were soft, her perfume sweet, and I had never known hunger or want. My world was a world of glittering lights and expensive champagne, of high society and grand parties, of people who smiled with their teeth but whispered behind painted fans.

Jason Todd did not belong in my world.

Yet, somehow, he slipped in like a stain on silk.

We met on the back steps of the estate, where the stable boys cut through to the gardens. I was waiting for my automobile when he nearly ran into me, boots dragging dust over my polished shoes.

Jason Todd? He was filth beneath my shoes.

Or at least, that’s what I told myself.

Because the first time I met him, he nearly ran into me.

He didn’t bow like other servants did, he didn’t apologize profusely and beg for forgiveness.

He barely even looked at me before muttering, “Watch it,” like I was in his way.

I had never been spoken to like that in my life.

I hated him immediately.

I took a startled step back, wrinkling my nose at the smell of sweat, hay, and horse.

The nerve.

I straightened my back like Daddy told me to when I wanted to look serious and I tilted my chin up as I stared down at him. "Excuse me?"

Jason smirked, slow and lazy, eyes glinting with amusement. "Did I stutter?"

I had never wanted to slap someone so badly.

Instead, I remember turning and walked away, forgetting my plans of going into town, heels clicking sharply against the stone, vowing to never look at him again and to hate him forever, no matter how handsome he was,.

That vow didn’t last long, especially when he took off his shirt.

Jason was everywhere.

I saw him at the stables, his shirtless back slick with sweat, muscles shifting under tanned skin as he worked. I saw him sneaking apples from the kitchen, disappearing into the trees, laughter on his lips. I saw him in the streets, fists flying, always coming back with fresh bruises, always alive in a way no one else was.

And then, you heard about him.

"That stable boy got into another fight," the maids whispered. "Damn near killed the other boy, apparently the other kid got smart about his lady."

At the time, I thought the strange burning feeling in my gut was disgust at even hearing Jason's name. Now I know, what I felt was pure jealousy, not knowing the 'lady' Jason nearly killed a boy over was me.

"He’s trouble," my mother warned when I asked about him at dinner. "Keep away from him, sweetheart."

"He won’t last long here," my mother sighed. "That kind of boy never does, no matter how much of a soft spot your father has for him."

My father pitied Jason, told me I oughta be nicer to him like I am to the other workers (he would regret that statement soon.)

He had no one. No mother, no father, no family, nothing but the clothes on his back and determination. He had what my father called "the look of a man who'd rather die than fail" and my father respected that.

But Jason did last.

I hated him.

Hated the way he smirked at me from across the gardens, like he knew something I didn’t.

I hated the way he never bowed, never apologized, never treated me like the others did.

I hated that when I was alone, when my father’s friends spoke about marrying me off to the sons of their business partners, I thought of Jason Todd instead.

The first conversation I had with Jason Todd was after I had fought with my father.

It was about marriage. About duty. About a boy I didn’t love.

I ran into the garden dramatically ignoring my father's desperate calls, pearls at my throat, tears in my eyes.

And Jason was already there.

Sprawled under an oak tree, cigarette between his lips, watching me like he’d been waiting for this moment all his life.

"You rich girls cry over the dumbest shit," he muttered.

I whipped around. "What did you just say to me?" How dare he speak to me like I was any other girl, like this wasn't my home, like he didn't work for my father.

Jason pushed himself up, boots kicking up dirt as he smirked. "You ever go to bed hungry?"

My breath caught. He had a point, you were privileged.

"Ever steal to survive?" His voice was low, teasing, sharp. "Ever wake up in the morning and wonder if you’ll still have a roof over your head by sundown?"

I didn’t answer, for the first time in years I felt something close to shame.

Jason tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with resentment. "Didn’t think so, princess."

I hated him. He made me feel childish. He humbled me. He burst my perfect bubble.

And I loved him for it.

I loved him for making you feel something real.

And that was the beginning of everything.

I loved Jason Todd.

I loved him when he me you out of the house at midnight and made me ride my horse bareback through the fields.

I loved him when he knocked the rich boy who called me a tease's teeth out.

I loved him when he threw pebbles at my window on the third floor and scaled the walls to my balcony.

I loved him when he kissed me for the first time at 14 under the summer stars, hands gripping my waist, mouth desperate against mine.

"You’re my Jason, my Jaybird," I whispered against his lips. Corny, but nothing felt better to say, especially when I saw his face.

Jason smiled like I had given him the whole damn world.

And he? He was my whole world.

When Jason was seventeen and I was fifteen, he walked into my father’s grand house, dressed in his best suit, nervous but determined and proud, his hands clean for once, his boots polished.

He asked my father for my hand in marriage. He asked my father for my hand and I thought he would say yes. Daddy always thought he was a hard worker, called him a real good sport.

He stood before my father and said, “I love her, sir. I’ll make her happy. Give me a chance. I ain't got much now, but one day I will. I'll give her what she's got and more.”

My father just laughed.

“Boy,” he said, shaking his head, “she’s not meant for men like you.”

Jason left that night, whispering a promise against my skin.

"I’ll come back for you, I'll be great. Be a man like how your daddy wants, rich and proper, he'll have to say yes."

I waited, god knows I did.

I wrote letters to the last address he gave me every single day.

For five years. Till I turned twenty. I never looked at another man, I had my Jason.

I waited for him to reply, fought off suitors and pressure from my mother. I waited for a reply, that he was coming soon, that he missed me.

I waited.

And my Jaybird never came back.

My father loved me.

He regretted turning Jason away five years later, when I still refused to marry. He never forced me to marry, not even when the years passed and my suitors grew frustrated with my refusals.

He saw my misery, my longing and admitted, “I should’ve said yes. I should’ve let you have him.”

He thought my Jason was a passing infatuation, he wondered what people would say about his daughter marrying the stable boy.

He wished he saw my love for Jason sooner.

But love wasn’t enough to keep the debt collectors away.

I knew something was wrong when my father began to look stressed, when my parents began to argue, and when I heard my mother cry herself to sleep after selling her favorite pearls.

My father was going to loose everything all at once.

The steel business wasn't what it used to be.

And then suddenly, Bruce Wayne arrived like a knight in shining armor.

He was older than me, 18 years my senior. Refined, powerful, and dangerously charming.

And most importantly, rich. He was exactly what I needed to stop my family's fall from grace.

Bruce courted me like a gentleman.

He sent roses every morning, took me to the finest restaurants, whispered in my ear about a future where I would never want for anything again.

He was patient.

He never forced me to love him.

He only asked for one thing.

"Let me take care of you."

I kept Bruce waiting for three months. All I could do was think of Jason. I knew he was not returning, that he either was dead or found some other pretty girl to make promises to.

I told myself love was not enough to fill an empty stomach and keep my parents happy like they did for me.

I told myself that Jason Todd was not coming back to save me, yet each morning I woke up waiting for a letter or pebbles thrown at my window.

After four months of courting, I decided.

And at twenty, I became Mrs. Bruce Wayne.

Jason Todd never sent me a single letter, but I still dreamed of my Jaybird even as I looked at the massive ring on my finger.

OKKKKK SO WHAT YA'LL THINK??? CONTINUE OR DELETE??? FLOP OR BOP? SEND IN ASKS!!!! I MISS YALL! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ROMANCE W JASON AND BRUCE. I REALLY LIKE THIS AU!!!! WHAT DO YALL THINK IS GONNA HAPPEN? SORRU IF IT SUCKS OR DOESNT MAKE SENSE, I'M SO HIGH BRO.

BE NICE PLEASE, I'M IN PAIN! THIS IS NOT EDITED OR PROOF READ.

[ashwhowrites]

Tyler Owens x reader

Something with jealousy maybe?

Yum, love me some Glen Powell. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting ❤️

Jealous

Y/N was nervous to meet Kate. Not because Kate was known to be rude or anything, she was known to be beautiful and nice to everyone. Y/N was nervous because she was in love with Tyler, and Tyler seemed to have a soft spot for Kate.

Y/N has been working with Tyler for under a year and she loved every second of it. She was a photographer and was helping him and his team. Tyler had a charming personality and it worked on her in seconds. His smile and the way he never was afraid of intense eye contact. She was wrapped around his finger and it's been a summer of falling into his bed and shaking in his arms.

If she could change one thing, it would be that they could be together officially. Boone seemed to know Tyler best and she spent many nights asking what Tyler felt about her. Boone declared Tyler was into her but was too nervous to make a real move.

But that didn't make any sense to Y/N. Tyler was never afraid of anything, nothing made him nervous.

Y/N didn't have any issues with Kate until Boone opened his big mouth.

"Ty, you ready to see the girl that got away?" Boone joked, smacking Tyler's seat as he sat behind him in the truck. Y/N, who sat passenger, tensed up at the question. She side-eyed Tyler and hated the fact that he seemed to have tensed as well.

"Oh? Who's that?" Y/N perked up

Tyler was quick to shake his head, "No one. Boone doesn't know what he's talking about."

Y/N didn't like the way Tyler seemed to brush it off. His voice was tight and it made her stomach turn sideways. Whoever she was seemed to put him in a stump.

"Her name is Kate; she's pretty good at what she does," Lily said, as she wasn't aware of what was between Tyler and Y/N. No clue she was adding gasoline to the fire. "Tyler was like a love-sick puppy when she came around, and then she up and left. Back to New York."

"New York?" Y/N gasped. She never thought someone from the city would have Tyler's interest.

"Ignore them," Tyler smiled, looking in his rearview mirror as he shot a glare at Boone. Lily was looking down at her drone. Boone gave an apologetic smile and looked out the window, leaving the couple up front to be the only ones aware of the tension. Tyler slowly slid his hand over to her thigh, giving it a soft squeeze as comfort. But Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy.

~

"Hey city girl," Tyler said, his southern drawl making Kate and Y/N weak in the knees. Y/N stood against the truck, arms folded as she stared as Tyler walked over to hug the girl.

"I was giving him shit. I'm sorry, I didn't think about it." Boone apologized as he got out of the truck. He liked Y/N and Tyler together, and he felt bad he brought up Kate.

"It's fine, I'm good," Y/N shrugged off, "In a way the heads up was nice. I was hoping she wasn't beautiful though."

Boone laughed as he threw his arm around her, "No way near as beautiful as you. Come on, let's go eat."

~

Tyler eyed Y/N as Boone wrapped his arm around her and led her into the small truck stop diner.

"Oh my, Mr. Boone finally landed on a girl?" Kate smiled, watching as the couple disappeared into the diner. Her question made Tyler tense, his jaw became tight as he scoffed.

"No. That's Y/N, she's our photographer." Tyler explained a fire in his chest at the thought of Y/N being with Boone. She didn't like Boone, right? Tyler knew that they were close but he assumed it was as friends.

Kate eyed him, a smirk growing on her face. "Just a photographer?"

Tyler looked back at her, confused by the look in her eyes. "Yeah, let me introduce you." Truthfully, Tyler didn't care if they met right now but he wanted eyes on whatever was going on in the diner.

~

Y/N was staring out the window, sitting up as Kate and Tyler began to walk towards the diner. "Shut up he's coming!"

Boone zipped his lips as he stuffed his face, Tyler walking in with Kate behind him. Tyler took off his hat as he joined them at the table.

"Kate this is my wonderful photographer Y/N. Y/N this is Kate, she worked with us last year for a little bit of time."

The girls shook hands and Kate took the open seat next to Tyler.

Tyler pretended to look at the menu as he tried to sneak glances up at Y/N and Boone.

~~~

The rest of the night was awkward between Tyler and Y/N. She didn't know what to say to him, not like she had the time to. He seemed so caught up in Kate.

"It looks like he still likes her, Boone." Y/N sighed sadly. Tyler and Kate laughed in the bed of his truck, neither seemed to care about the others in the parking lot.

Y/N moved her eyes to the fire in front of her, sticking her marshmallow into the flame. Before Boone could say anything, Dani and Lily joined.

"Can those two just have sex and get it over with?" Lily gagged. The thought made Y/N want to throw up. She didn't give a reaction as she watched her marshmallow burn.

"They probably have, we just weren't told," Dani said as she grabbed Y/N's stick. "You okay?"

Y/N let Dani take her marshmallow, her stomach beginning to feel uneasy.

"I think I need to lie down. My stomach isn't feeling the best," she said as she stood up. She dusted off her jeans and grabbed her jacket.

"Want me to walk you up?" Boone asked

"Sure," she said with a sad smile. Boone quickly stood up and threw a comforting arm over her shoulder.

"Let's go"

As Kate and Tyler caught up, he couldn't help but notice Y/N and Boone sneaking off alone. He followed their bodies until both disappeared behind a door. Boone had her own room, why was he going in hers?

"You know I think I'm going to call it a night," Tyler said, standing up. Kate nodded and let him go. He quickly went up the steps of the motel, walking towards her door. As he got closer, Boone came out.

Once the door closed, Tyler was fast to grab Boone's arm and yank him into Tyler's room, neighbors to Y/N.

"What the hell is going on with you two?"

"Who?" Boone asked, looking around the room like he was talking to someone else.

"You and Y/N. Since when do you touch her all the time and go into her room?" Tyler argued.

"Slow down cowboy. Ain't nothing like that going on," Boone said as held his hands up in surrender. "But if you keep dragging her along and not telling her the truth of how you feel, someone else might end up walking her to her room."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tyler asked, crossing his arms.

"She likes you, and you like her. Ask her out, dude." Boone said as it was as clear as day.

"I told you I don't know if she likes me more than a hook-up," Tyler defended. Yeah, he was terrified to ask her out and be shot down.

"She clearly does! She's all jealous and insecure in there because she thinks you have a thing for Kate!"

"You are the one who brought Kate up!" Tyler argued, "With your stupid girl got away story...wait she's jealous?"

"Go talk to her," Boone said. Not waiting for a reply before he walked out.

Tyler took off his hat and set it on his bed. Taking a deep breath he walked out of his room and knocked on her door.

The door cracked open and Y/N smiled at the other side. "Hey Tyler, what's up?"

"Can I come in?" He asked, she opened the door wider and let him through.

"Probably don't want to take too long. Don't want Kate to run off on you again," she said bitterly, closing the door.

"Ah, so you are jealous?" Tyler smirked, sitting down on her bed. She rolled her eyes as she stood above him.

"I'm not having sex with you so get off my bed," she snapped. But he didn't listen. Instead, he grabbed her hand and set her on his lap. She tried to fight him off but Tyler held her down against him.

"I don't like Kate," he admitted, "I had a small crush when she first came around but that's all it was. You have nothing to be jealous about," he whispered as he planted soft kisses to her neck.

"I'm not jealous," she argued, hating herself for throwing her arms around his neck. Melting into his lap, his lips danced around her neck. "I don't care if you like her or not."

Tyler hummed as he softly sucked on her neck, he smirked as she let out a soft moan. He pulled away and looked into her eyes, his hands on her hips.

"I like you," he admitted, "only you." His left hand went up to cup her face. His nose nudged against hers, lips ghosting over hers. "What if we take this to another level?"

Y/N felt her heart race as his lips moved closer to hers. "As in?"

"Let me take you on a date, a real date that isn't in motel rooms after dark."

"I'd like that," she smiled, leaning down to press her lips against his. "Sorry, I got jealous."

"Don't be, I like you getting all jealous about another girl," he smirked against her lips, "all hot and mad."

"Shut up, Tyler," she said as she rolled her eyes, kissing him again.

~

"Think they're doing it?" Dexter asked as he and Boone stared at the closed door.

"Oh 100 percent," Boone laughed.

[sylus-little-meow-meow]

I loved you, You know...?

Sylus sits at one end of the dining table while Sylvia remains perched at the other.

A large chandelier lights the entirety of the room, a plush red carpet at her feet, some of the fixtures and furniture replaced from the last time she ate here. 

She wonders if this was due to [mc's] influence. 

She wouldn't doubt it.

Sylvia takes a small sip from her glass of pre-offered water, not knowing where to even start.

There's a long drawn out silence.

It feels like there's an ocean between them that impossible to cross. 

Is this really going to help?

Sylvia has her doubts as she peers up at Sylus, his expression neutral.

She never could get any real emotion out of him.

Why is she here? What is she doing?

“I'm sure he'd be more willing to listen than you initially think.”

The words ring through her head, but she can't see this working or him giving much of a shit. 

Sylus: Are you going to state your business? 

His tone is dismissive as he thumbs the stem of his wine glass. 

Her brow twitches. Is he treating this like a business meeting?

Sylvia: I'm working up to that. Unlike you, this actually means something to me.

Her gaze hardens. 

Sylus tips his glass of wine to his lips before placing it back onto the dining table. 

Sylus: Then you have the floor. 

Sylus: But first I have to admit, I was surprised when you requested to meet with me. You promised you'd never return after the day you stormed out of my home. 

Sylus: I never expected to see you in this dining room again. 

Sylvia: I wouldn't if it wasn't important. 

Her hands curl on her lap and she frowns at the silverware in front of her. 

Sylvia: Trust me when I say I don't want to be here, but I talked to [mc] and she figures maybe you'd hear me out. 

His expression softens at the mention of her name and Sylvia tries not to let it hurt or affect her, but for some reason it does despite everything.

She loved him. But he never loved her.

And by the way his expression morphs back into one of neutrality it's clear that look is only reserved for one person. 

And it's not her.

No.

She's his worst mistake.

Sylvia is almost certain of it.

Sylus: If you're asking to reconcile and for us to-

Sylvia cuts him off, anger lashing through her.

Sylvia: It's not about that. I'm not that stupid and you know damn well I'd never do that to [mc]. 

Sylus says nothing. 

He just takes another sip of his line. 

He doesn't even have enough passion or fire to argue with her. 

She's not worth it. 

I hate this. 

She looks at her lap again. 

Sylvia: Logically, I know why we never worked. I could never be unguarded with you and always felt like a weird sense of needing to be…perfect and poised. 

Sylvia: Because I didn't know how else to get you to love me. If I wasn't perfect I was afraid I'd never get your love, but that was never going to happen in the first place, was it?

Sylus keeps his gaze focused on her, unwavering despite the topic as she finally looks up at him. 

He answers.

Honest as always.

And brutal. 

Sylus: No. It wasn't. 

Sylvia looks at her lap.

She's trying not to cry.

Sylvia: I just want to know why? If you knew you'd never…why would you do that to me? 

Sylus is silent for a moment before speaking.

Sylus: I thought you were the person I was looking for. But I was wrong and by the time I realized, it was too late.

Sylus: And for that?

Sylus: I am sorry.

Sylvia: Sorry for betraying the person you were looking for or for pulling me into it?

Sylus: Both.

Sylvia lets out a harsh laugh, resting her head in the palm of her hand, her fingers digging into the silver of her hair. 

Sylvia: I loved you, you know? You were the first man I'd felt safe with after…

After the man who took away everything from her. 

She can still see the red bleeding into white strands of hair, her older sister's glassy eyes staring up at the ceiling and Lumi’s devastated screams. 

But when she met Sylus, while intimidating, he never laid a hand on her or those she cared about. 

And that was everything to her. 

He could hurt. He could kill.

But he was gentle with her. 

No matter if he didn't love her he was always so careful it made her want to cry. 

Would she ever find that sort of love again? 

Felix flashes in her mind's eye and she brushes the thought away. 

No. 

Felix deserved a better love than what she could ever offer. 

And there was a possibility of the same thing happening with Felix that happened with Sylus.

The thought of losing him…

Sylvia realizes it terrifies her. 

To never speak or banter with him, to hold him at an arm's length if they ever broke up, to have the relationship she and Sylus have now. 

She didn't want to lose him too. 

And if they got together there was an even bigger chance of that happening. 

Her love life was always a mess. She always failed at it.

Her first love killed her sister and her second…

Sylvia: I should go. 

Sylvia says at last, getting to her feet and pushing out the chair from which she's seated in. 

Her heart is even more of a mess than before. 

This was a mistake. 

Sylus: Syl, you-

Sylvia: Don't. Don't call me that.

She clutches her head, feeling a headache pulse at her temple, unrelenting. 

Sylvia: Don't call out to me like you ever cared about me. 

Sylvia: I appreciate the apology and I'm grateful you heard me out, but you can't call me that in private while treating me like I'm a stranger. 

Sylvia: I won't bother you again. I knew coming here wouldn't…

They wouldn't heal the broken parts of me. 

But part of her had hoped.

Sylvia shakes her head before grabbing her purse, leaving Sylus alone in the empty dining room similar to how she'd left when they initially broke up.

With no intention to return. 

As Sylvia steps back out into the open air of the N109 Zone, Sylvia begins to realize…

That maybe love was never meant for her. 

[rosa-tulipano]

fluffy lu thought for my loves. i adore everyone in this little community- please don't let nasty people tear you down. <3 shy, lover"girl", maybe-a-little-childish gender neutral reader <3

we all know that luigi loves to travel. to wander, explore, galivant. and he'd love to take you along with him- bring you to corners of the earth you've always wanted to see and to corners you never knew existed. together, you'd traipse crumbled horizons, wade dwindling rivers, and taste flavors both new and familiar. (all on a budget, of course!) even with the excitement he'd get on these trips- a new sort of rush now flooding his veins from being able to take his most beloved person with him- his favorite moments with you were in the stillness.

sitting in the back of a rickshaw or CNG just watching you watch the buildings sweep by. laying on the beach with you draped over his chest as you admired the sun sink below the ocean line while he took in the way the last few breaths of sunlight baptized your fluttering eyelashes. standing on the side of the bustling street, waiting for the local food cart to prepare your snack, with luigi's chest pressed firmly to your back and his arms winded around your waist.

to luigi absorbing the gleam of wonder on your face and the glow of anticipation in your eyes from experiencing new sights was the neurotransmitter that pumped his heart; it kept him alive, needing nothing more than to stay still in these moments with you. no matter where you went or what you saw (or even what state your appearance was in), you were always the most enchanting view to him

"luigiii" you'd whined, nudging him in the shoulder whenever you'd catch him staring at you. it made you a little shy and although you acted embarrassed, you silently hoped to any and all omnipotent powers that he would never stop looking at you in that way. as if you were the only thing that mattered in the universe. as if you were the moon that drew in his tides

"what is it, my love?" he'd answer in a soft, teasing voice. leaning in closer and bringing your hands to his lips. unblinking, he'd press kisses to each of your knuckles. you resisted the urge to push him again when he cocked his brow with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he looooved acting like he didn't know what you were talking about.

"you know what you're doing!" you mumble-cried, so overtaken by emotions you soared into his arms, tucking your head in his neck and fisting his shirt, feeling his body chuckle in mirth

"oh do i?" his arms seemed to engulf you as he held you close. he pressed a kiss to your hair

"yes, you butthole," your voice was muffled yet your bashfulness and faux pout ever clear. it wasn't often he could make you this shy- usually it'd be the other way around, so he loved savoring times like this. "looking at me...with those eyes..."

"butthole???" he guffawed in amused incredulity, head thrown far back to let his raucous laughter run free, uncaring of who would take offence- not that anyone really would, with it being such a sweet melody. "'those eyes' huh? oh i'm sooo sorry, amore, i really can't help it. it's just that..." his voice trailed off as he finished his tittering, pulling back just enough to cup your face and coax it away from it's favorite hiding spot. he thumbed at your cheek, caressing your skin with the upmost gentleness.

although the tail ends of your timidity were trickling away, your still doe eyed look had luigi melting. and his tender, amorous expression left you almost as breathless as his next whispered words:

"you really are my entire world"

i hope y'all liked this!! barely proofread so my apologies for mistakes. please let me know what you think and PLEASE send me messages with your own lu thoughts! fluffy or smutty hehe i'm open to requests too :D

[flshsticks]

Pair!: Ryan Reynolds x reader

Pronounces: he/him

[requests always open!]

Warnings: nude beach, ass eating, ass slapping, daddy kink, top Ryan Reynolds, bottom reader, creampie

Requested!!: Hey there! I'm in love your work quite a lot so I was wondering if it's possible you could write a Ryan Reynolds x m!reader fic that takes place on a nudist beach and the reader runs into Ryan on a restroom, so they just start casually talking about their sex habits or something related to it. Both Ryan and the reader get so aroused by the conversation so Ryan takes the reader to a secluded area on the beach and they start having sex until night with daddy kink involved and ass eating too. The next day they both wake up and snuggle a bit before the reader begins to suck Ryan's cock while he watches, hand's over his head.

Today was a very nice day at the beach..sorry let me be more clear. The nudity beach, yeah you heard me. A nudity beach, a beach where everyone can go fully nude. Who could honestly think of such a thing?? Because if you ever met that person you’d give them a big ol kiss because now you can stare at the naked men with their cocks completely out. You sighed happily going to the beach. Trying to find a spot to lay your stuff down, after finding somewhere to rest you laid down all your stuff and rested on your stomach. Enjoying all the stares that men would give you when they stared at your ass. Some would stare and some would even whistle at you. After an hour you needed to go to the restroom. Being you, you got some hot guys to look after your stuff while you were in the restroom. They were dumb jocks so yeah they would of course look after some pretty boys stuff. Going into the restroom you open the door walking in, you accidentally bumped into a strong chest. “O-oh! Sorry!” You apologised. He lifted his hands and smiled “no no that’s my fault I should’ve looked where I was going.” He said and you both just laughed it off. You stared down his body, he had nice ripped abs, strong looking arms, and his thighs were to die for.

And he had a huge dick. It was still soft and was still huge. He had a nice looking face. To be honest he was kinda hot. You blushed when he waved his hand “Heyy. My eyes are up here.” He tried to get your attention. Looking back at his face your face turned red. “S-sorry! The whole nudist beach always surprises me with hot guys- I mean it’s not like I said you were hot..- not like your not hot I-“ you ramble he just chuckles “no it’s fine I get it a lot. You’re quite cute actually.” You blush even harder, god this was so embarrassing..”yeah..mostly I don’t see anything better when having sex with other guys..” you look down and he blushes “really? I guess when you do it so many times you probably get bored.” You nod. Looking down you see his dick fully hard in a matter of seconds. And wow it was WAY huger than it was. He looks down and back and yours. You hadn’t even noticed you were hard. You both just awkwardly stare at each others cocks and blush. “What’s your name anyways?” He said “uhm it’s y/n..you?” “My names Ryan Reynolds. “Well..are we gonna do something about this?” He said raising his brows. You immediately nod he smirked grabbing your wrists. “My beach house isn’t that far away..we could, y’know maybe have some fun..what do you say?” You agree to go with him. Getting your stuff and waving goodbye to the happy guys with your phone number in their hands. After a few minutes of walking he opens the glass door of his beach house. A bed right beside the door. Dropping your stuff and putting your phone on a table. you wiped the sand off your feet and entered the house with Ryan. You sit down and lay on the bed. The fluffiest blankets you’ve ever felt. And the poofiest pillows ever. You sigh taking in the warmth. Forgetting you were naked the whole entire time Ryan just stares at your ass the whole time. He sits down beside you and rubs your inner thigh. You blush and look up at him. “So..wanna..y’know.” You nod. Straddling his lap, his cock still fully hard and against your ass, you rub your ass on his cock and he moans, you dive into his lips.

Tongues twisting and enter winging with each other. Drool running down both your chins and saliva mixing together. He pulls away a rope of spit connecting from both your tongues before breaking. He pushes you onto your stomach. He lays his hand on your ass harshly leaving a huge handprint on your ass. You yelp while He watches your ass jiggle from just a slap, smirking he spreads your cheeks licking his lips as he watches your pretty pink hairless hole clench on the cold air, he stars to lick the inside of your ass. You moan loudly reaching back to grip onto Ryan’s hair. Pushing him back into your ass, fucking your ass with his tongue to stretch your ass out for his cock, he stops and starts stroking his cock.

“When I fuck you, you call me daddy m’Kay?” You nod gripping onto the bedsheets.”y-yes daddy”

He slowly starts to ease the tip in before completely slamming in your ass. You moaned loudly eyes rolling back, your jaw slacked and drool running down your chin. He continues to slam into your ass on and on. His hips snapping into your ass, he watches your ass jiggle and ripple from every thrust, his thrusting getting even more faster than before, your belly bulging from the pressure of his cock hitting the inside of your stomach, “ngh! H-harder daddy!” After hearing that He grips onto your hips and slams harder in. He flips you onto your back to see your pretty red face. And teary eyes, he keeps slamming into you, moans bouncing off the walls, you guys were getting at it all night and to be honest you wish it didn’t end. His thrusting getting sloppy, he moans thrusting into you until he cums, your hole getting filled with so much cum it practically spilling out and covering your thighs and the bedsheets, he keeps thrusting before collapsing on the bed beside you, you and him cuddled together deciding to rest for tonight.

10:45am.

Waking up to Ryan next to you, you and him snuggle up together in the blankets. “Last night was..amazing.” You said he nods and holds you tight “yeah it was..but I’m still hard. Wanna give me head??” “Sure.” You flip the blankets off him, grabbing his cock and giving the tip kitten licks. He looks down at you petting your head pushing you down slowly on his cock lifting up his hands behind his head to rest, without gagging you suck on his cock. Up and down. He moans cumming yet again, you swallow up all his cum licking the cum off your fingers licking his fat cock clean, you lay down beside him. He kisses you on the lips and you kissed back. Smiling you guys rest for the day.

(FINALLY I FINISHED IT…I hope u guys enjoy this long(if it is) fic love yous :3)

[vorchagirl]

May I be mean and request No. 2 from the microstory List for Sage and Reyes?

"Kash!"

She heard Lucanis call her name as she stormed down the hallway, her vision blurred by tears. The sound of his footsteps on the thick carpets grew louder, and she increased her speed and ignored him, too angry and upset to face him right now.

"Kashandra! Rook! Stop!" He caught her by the arm, turning her to face him. "Let me explain!"

Kash ripped herself out of his hold and stumbled back a step, desperate to keep distance between them. Being near him hurt too much right now. She had thought Lucanis and Viago were people she could count on, and that Lucanis was the one person who wouldn't lie to her. But he was no different to his grandmother - happily stringing her along like a puppet.

"I don't want to talk to you right now!" she snapped and kept her gaze on the floor, horrified as the tears spilled over and rolled down her cheeks. "I need some time to think. I need to-"

"You need to listen to me - I would never lie to you!" His voice had an edge of desperation to it that sent a surge of pleasure through Kash. "You mean too much to me, and I lo-"

"This was a mistake!" she snapped, cutting off whatever he had been about to say. "We were a mistake. You're not who I thought you were, and I need some space." Kash turned away from him, ignoring the small sound of pain he let out. "Don't follow me, Lucanis. I can't stand the sight of you right now."

(Hope you liked it! And yes, you can expect this scene in a future chapter of Untouchable!) (Oops sorry @leysendris I responded to the wrong ask! XD I'll write yours next! I'm sssssoooorrrryyyyy!!!)

[midnightshindig]

Hiiii, this is my first time ever requesting a fic so please bare with me. But I was wondering if you’d write a Multi-Paul x Fem!Reader who can copy other people’s powers??

IM ALIVE!!! RAHHHH!! First Multi-Paul request, sorry in advance if this ends up being ooc, we don't know tooooo much about his personality rn in the show so I'm working with what I have!

BIG SPOILERS for the latest episode >:O

hcs under the cut!

I imagine it to be a very Kid Flash x Jinx situation

You working as a lone superhero, him working for The Order

You cross paths pretty often, but its always a good time

the stakes are low, is all

You don't report to Cecil, and Paul is usually pretty willing to fail just enough to satisfy you, but complete just enough of his mission to avoid dying at the hands of his boss

He's not sure what the deal with your powers is

You have different abilities every time he sees you

and one day when a swift roundhouse might knock you out, another day you take his punches from all sides like its nothing

It's a mystery

and he loves mysteries

and up until recently, he'd had a great time trying to solve you

Until one day when you're fighting outside a politician's house- Paul sent to assassinate the whole family

"Yknow-" you block attacks from three of his clones, as he stands unimpressed a few feet away

"you could leave them, I could protect you-" you fought through his clones, only for him to replicate more and sick them on you

This didn't deter you, however, and you fought your way up to him, taking hold of the back of his head and pressing it against yours

fucking- iPhone airdrop noises or something

I'm not that worried about the logistics of this power dw about it

Either way-

Paul pushes you back, stumbling and grabbing his head

"WH- What did you do to me?!" He yells out, patting down his body

he feels fine.

His shaky eyes are on your figure, until a fist from the other side of him decks him right across the face

"Where? Where are you!?" he grabs his jaw, dislocated from the punch "Aw fuck! Y/n that hurt!"

He watches with dizzy and blurred vision as you walk over to him, err- the two of you

He looks up at you and your clone, both holding out a hand to him.

"C'mon, get up." You said, the replica staying silent. You obviously hadn't had this power before-

"Oh fuck me...." Paul groaned, taking your hand and being pulled to his feet "Power replication, of course."

You smacked his arm, getting his attention

"I'm serious, Paul. Think about my offer. I..." you look away, the hardened stare of a hero who'd seen to many things

"I don't want you to meet the natural end for a member of The Order. If the Guardians- or Invincible- or someone less forgiving than me-! Ugh." You shook your head, dismissing your emotions and grabbing his hands

"I don't want you to do something you can't undo."

There was a moment of palpable tension between the two of you

He hated being told what to do

and he knew his sister didn't approve of what he did

but when he looked at you, he didn't see disapproval or disappointment or hatred

just fear

just concern

and maybe a hint of affection

He wanted to wriggle his hands free from yours, to tuck his tail and run

but he couldn't.

then again, he couldn't exactly leave, either.

"Y/n...." he started, his eyes meeting yours

Your eyes filled with a glimmer of hope, before deflating once you recognized the sour look in his own

"I can't. You know I love.... sparring with you... but I can't leave The Order. They would do unspeakable things to me, and worse to you." He took a somber step towards you "I can't have that happen."

The next few fights are somber, joyless affairs, and you both get sloppy

your heart just isn't in it anymore, it used to be thrilled and kind of flirtatious to fight with Multi-Paul, quips and comebacks and battle-throughline conversations

but now when you fought, it was silent, a soft look of fear and regret on both your faces

When Machine Head takes of The Order, Paul comes to you

like, literally to the door of your apartment

of your secret identity

You're in casual clothes and messy hair when you open the door, assuming it's someone at the wrong address or a package delivery or something

Instead it's Paul, in his.... in his fucking costume? Oh dear.

"Excuse me- Is this the home of Y/- Oh." His eyes settle on you with a wave of recognition "I'm sorry- you look.... different." It sounds like an insult, but his hardened eyes are glazed over with awe

You lean against the doorframe, unimpressed "What do you want, Paul?"

"I... I'm sorry for hunting you down like this. It wasn't my intention to-"

"What. Do you want. Paul?" You gritted out, pain screwing into your features as your expression soured. Not with hate, but pain.

He sighed, looking away with a bitter expression "That's fair. I... deserve that. I'm here to ask a favor."

You quirked a brow, pursing your lips "Yeah? what is it?"

He looked back at you nervously "Please stop being mad at me."

"..."

"Y/n wai-" you almost slammed the door in his face, being stopped by a quick clone slamming their fingers in the way, being broken by the impact

Your eyes widened and you threw open the door "Paul! What the hell are you okay?"

"Yeah... don't worry about me." The clone phased back out of existence with a smile

"I DO worry about you- fuck- Paul..." You furrowed your brows, cupping his face with an open palm "I know it's not permanent, but I don't like you getting hurt. I don't want you to die, and I don't want to have be the one to put your ass in prison one of these days- why don't you get that? I'm not mad at you- I CARE about you."

it all spilled out, and you're sure your neighbors thought awful things of you

but Paul was the only opinion you cared about

he was shocked, eyes wide looking at you in surprise

He never realized how much you cared, how much it bothered you.

His eyes narrowed and he folded his arms, unwilling or unable to bend "I can't stop with The Order. Not now.... at least."

He sighed, and put his hand over your own, leaning into your hand with a tense, serious expression and closed eyes

"I'm sorry for making you worry. Can I make it up to you?"

You blinked a few times before asking "What do you mean?"

His expression turned to a small smile "Like a date, maybe?"

Your eyes widened and face flushed

"Oh."

"Oh?" He repeated nervously, resisting the temptation to run away once more.

"Not bad 'oh'!! Just- surprised? Pleasantly, that is." You corrected yourself, bringing your other hand to his other cheek and squishing his face together

"I'd like that very much, Paul."

He beamed down at you, leaning fully into your touch "Okay! Uhm- awesome. I will uh... I'll be back! When's a good time?"

"Today!?" You asked with a laugh, shocked by his candidness

"yeah, of course! When have I ever waited? Okay fuck- you get dressed, I'll be back in an hour." and with that he was gone

He arrived, true to his word, an hour later, in a beat-up commuter car wearing a black t-shirt and simple jeans. He cleaned up nice, you had to admit.

"Get in, I know exactly where to take you."

you climbed into the clown car, and half an hour later you were at...

"Paul where the fuck are we?"

"Just cmon." He opened your car door, helping you out and leading the way

You seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, the woods most likely

oh my god was this all a convoluted ploy to murder you?

No of course not

You arrived at a cliff, not a terribly steep one, but dangerous enough in its own right. You wouldn't want to fall off it, that was for certain.

past the treeline, on the very edge of the cliff, was a swingset

"Paul... what is this?"

"I used to come here a lot... after I escaped from the lab I was raised in."

His expression was magical as he stared at the scenery, the sky now both dark and bright with stars all at once

"Paul if you're going to push me off a cliff I swear to god-"

"Y/n." He said sternly, turning to look at you with just as much awe "Trust me. You'll be fine." He bumped his forehead to yours, and motioned for you to leave a clone behind as well.

He clambered onto the small swing as you took a seat next to him in a swing of your own, your feet only inches away from the edge of the cliff.

"Swing." he commanded, like whispering a prayer

and so you did, the two of you swinging high into the night, and it almost felt like flying.

and you realize he's never known what it is to fly.

the rust on the chains and the copy of himself he left behind to stay safe gnawed at you

how often had he fallen off as a reckless and clumsy child and died? only to have a backup standing a few feet away.

The thought made you shudder

"I haven't been here in years" he lamented, leaning against the chain wistfully, like a tuckered out fourth grader

"Paul.... I've enjoyed our fights over the last few years. You know." You nudged his foot with your own, a friendly kick, if you will

He simply sighed in response, before continuing his thought "It's nice to be back with someone I care about, who can appreciate it as much as I do."

There was a warm brevity in the air

nothing needed to be said that would be worth saying, it was a pleasant night held between two people who cared about each other

and the stars shone twice as bright that night

(fun fact this swingset is inspired by a real swingset, over a five-foot drop onto a cement basketball court, my elementary school had, which led to a LOT of kids breaking or twisting their first bones.)

[lgbtqtext]

why do you do so many bi ones that affirm that bi people can have preferences (seemingly even ones that weren't requested, but instead part of mass creation collections), but you told that other anon that if they wanted the same for pan colors they had to request it? that doesn't seem fair or inclusive

Because until recently, I thought the difference between pan and bi was having preferences. I watched a video about bi vs pan a couple of years ago, and the person who made it said that the difference was either having preferences or not having preferences. I was wrong and misguided, and I apologize for that. I read more about pansexuality not long ago, and realized the video wasn't right based on what pansexual people say about their orientation.

The next time I make anything about having preferences, pansexuality is going to be included. I've also planned on going back to some templates to make some animations for it. I didn't mean that pan text about having preferences had to be requested, I meant that I take requests for it. I'm bisexual and have very strong preferences, so most of the bi text about preferences was made for me. I'm sorry I made you feel excluded, that was not my intention at all.

[ssentimentals]

Hi Nini! Thank you for doing prompts again! I loved reading them and enjoyed getting notifications when you did the last one. 🩵

Can I please request Prompt 40: Arranged Marriage with Wonwoo x Reader. He absolutely hates the idea of marrying reader, his cold standoffish and doesn’t want to get to know her at all as he thinks she’s like all the other Chaebol daughters his encountered. (Snobby, high maintenance, just wants fame, etc..) but a situation happens and he finds out she’s the total opposite of what he thought she was.

Thank you!!!

hi lovely! ah, this is so nice, thank you so much 💜 of course you can request, thank you for doing so, hopefully you'll like it!

prompt: arranged marriage

wonwoo has no hope, sadly. future with arranged marriage never looked bright for him and the fact that he's supposed to meet his future bride in an hour makes him annoyed at best and angry at worst. he doesn't want to act all high and mighty, but he lived his whole life in the chaebol society and he knows exactly what kind of person his future wife is. she probably has a very nice smile but it's fake and there's nothing behind it. she probably is intelligent, snobby and has perfect manners. she probably spends money like there's no tomorrow and knows everything about new fashion trends and nothing about any economical/societal matter. she probably is ignorant and shallow - she probably is nothing wonwoo can possibly fall in love with. and yes, looking for love in an arranged marriage is a naive thing, but is it so bad to wish to at least not hate the person you're going to tie your life with?

there's a small playground not far from the designated place of meeting and wonwoo goes there. it's around noon on sunday, sun is shining bright and plenty of kids are there, but he finds himself a quiet corner on the nearby bench. annoyance swims in his mind and he tries to calm down, watching kids; their carefree spirits never failed to put him in a better mood. he tries not to think of his future bride, tries not to picture how miserable his life is about to get and instead focuses on looking around. some boys are building sand castles, others are playing tag and then he notices one little girl standing at the top of the slide. even from this distance wonwoo can see how tight she's holding the railings, can feel how nervous she is. before he knows it he's up on his feet with an aim to help little out but someone is quicker than him. wonwoo pauses, watches as girl who's probably around his age walks over. he comes closer and listens to the gentle conversation, smiling at sincere kindness display in front of him.

'it's alright, sweetheart, i'm going to be right here. i will catch you, you don't have to worry about it,' the girl says in a warm tone.

'i will help her catch you,' wonwoo steps closer, smiling to the little girl who still looks hesitant. 'so don't be scared.'

'or you can always turn back,' you offer after few seconds, when the girl doesn't reply. 'it's okay if you don't want to-'

'i want to,' little girl interrupts, puffing her cheeks in the cutest way.

wonwoo chuckles and turns to you right when you also turn to him. beautiful eyes, he thinks. beautiful smile. you take few steps back, standing now right at the end of the slide. wordlessly you reach out to wonwoo, who readily takes your offered hand and also moves to the end of the slide. you smile at wonwoo and then turn back to the girl: 'look, we are both here. we will catch you, darling. we will never let you fall.'

beautiful soul. in the end, you both cheer when you get an armful of a happy squealing girl. she does it again and again and all the times you both catch her, laughing along. it's the happiest wonwoo felt in months and when girl's mother comes to get her daughter, he's almost disappointed. time flew quickly too, he's got only ten minutes to not be late for the meeting and- he doesn't want to go. he also doesn't want to lose you just like that- 'um, sorry, wait,' he calls, when you turn to go. 'i just- i was wondering if we could maybe-'

'i'm so sorry but i can't,' you reply hurriedly, looking sad.

oh. of course someone like you is already taken, what was he thinking? wonwoo nods and wishes you well... only to walk in the same direction as you. when you enter the same building, he realizes that it looks like he's some freaking stalker. 'i promise i also need to be here,' he mutters, when you both enter the same elevator. 'i'm not, like, stalking you.'

you let out a nervous laugh. 'uh-huh. i hope so.'

god, you two are even going to the same floor. it's a rather popular business center so wonwoo doesn't think much off it but when you both turn in the same direction, he slowly realizes that-

'oh my god,' you pauses, looking at him with wide eyes. 'you're- you are jeon wonwoo. the one i'm-'

'supposed to marry? yeah.' wonwoo finishes, knowing that he is smiling like a fool. 'that's me.'

it's crazy. feels like a dream or something straight out of the movies. you both laugh in disblief and when wonwoo opens the door and holds it for you, when you both enter the room with your lawyers already present, when you smile at him timidly and blush, looking away- wonwoo realizes that this is not a dream. it's all real. and maybe future with arranged marriage can be bright if it will have you in it.

a/n: this trope truly is my kryptonite.. hopefully you liked it! - nini

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[papercuttragedy]

hi I love your Solygbm headcanons, do you have any more headcanons for the skeleton brothers?

Hi, thank you so much for taking the time to ask! And, lucky you! I have another backstory. It's how Sans and Tops became friends. Sorry if it took a while. I took a lot of breaks and spoilers for my later re-adaption for this fiction. Coming soon!

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So, even when Mar (Sans' mother) was still alive and well, Sans was a bit of a friendless kid. Sure, he got along fine with his brothers (mostly) and yeah, he was decent to anybody who had the time (tolerance, really) to talk to him, but overall, he was often at home with his mother to keep her company, while Wingdings searched high and low for any sort of day job to keep them structured. She was actually the one who taught him all sorts of jokes, and he loved every single one of them. He even tried to come up with his own (due to his age at the time, 7 or 8, he wasn't at all great, but Mar enjoyed it dearly and even helped him with more original ones).

After Mar was brutally attacked by a group of monsters that fateful summer night (whether of Asgore's affiliation or not, we'll never know) and died a painful and slow death from those injuries, Sans had a mental shutdown.

He wouldn't talk or look at anybody for days on end. His already friendless personality developed an unusually aggressive behavior towards all to leave him alone. Which, unfortunately, worked. Any slight mention of that incident or even of his mother in general would make him furious and helpless and just full of self-hate.

One day, a few months after Mar's murder, his newfound loneliness caught the attention of older, shit-headed kids who felt the impulse to mess with somebody. I'll never know who exactly escalated it, but eventually, one of the kids says something triggering, which escalates to a 1 on 3 fight. Sans, despite his strength, is easily overpowered, but before a beating can occur, a blue bunny monster, 2 years older than Sans, (and one that Sans had rarely seen, but never really talked to) managed to use his wit to get the boys' hands off him and whatever other half-ass strength God gave him to dispel that fight and leave those small-minded bastards to run off, (presumably not to get caught).

Sans, still saddened and extremely pissed of what one of the kids said to him, begins to quietly leave, though it only causes the bunny boy to follow him, who tries to engage in conversation and see if he's alright.

At first, Sans ignores him, but soon he can't stand the "coddling" anymore, and simply tells the rabbit to "go away" and how he doesn't want his help or pity. This, in turn, pisses the bunny boy, who's confused by what's his deal and how Sans would rather let himself get hurt and unintentionally (without any knowing context) asks if that's what his mother taught him to view himself. This re-angers Sans, and with that, he punches him hard. The bunny boy stays in shock for a moment and then shoves him back in defense. A full-on boy fight happens in that neighborhood alleyway, and by the time both boys are tired, Sans has lost one of his adult teeth, and the bunny boy, a chunk of his ear.

They stay like that for a while, and as Sans breaks into a helpless sob, the bunny leaves him for a bit and takes something from his rendor and gives him a nice cream from his homemade work, something that was influenced from humans.

The following went something like this:

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The stranger's voice sounded more persistent.

"C'mon. Take it. You're upset."

Sans snarled at him (or at least tried to).

"Fuck off."

"I will if you just take it."

Agitated, hungry, and far too exhausted to fight back anymore, Sans used his remaining upper body strength to snatch (though his hand trembled far too much to give the aggression he wanted to show) the red frozen thing from the bunny's hand, and took a large bite.

The texture was cool, crisp, and yet a sweetness covered his senses from head to phalanche. He froze, and for a moment, the bunny tilted his head in response.

He probably thinks I hate it.

"Think it's nice?"

Sans didn't bother to respond but simply gave a slow, affirmative nod without looking at him. He looked the type that would boast. A satisfied hum could be slightly heard afterward, somewhat confirming this.

"Well. I'm glad ya like it. Took me all day to get the taste perfected. It ain't much, but I hope it makes your day somewhat less shitty."

Sans searched for any sign of deception or condescension in that cheerful tone. Surprisingly, and thankfully, it wasn't.

"...thanks."

"No problem. If it's okay with you, I can walk you home in case those goons come back for a reround. It's dangerous out here, day or night. Does your mother even know you wander alone out here -"

The remaining sentences died off as soon as Sans felt his gaze return to him, and the gut-wrenching look of misery and hate resurfacing. He wanted to cry all over again but willed enough strength to not give any sort of satisfaction.

After what seemed forever, all that could be heard was a simple "Oh."

"..."

"I- I had no idea. I'm so sorry. I really am."

Took you forever to read the room.

Sans felt himself impulsively wanting to say that thought bitterly, but whatever could come out was interrupted by the bunny boy again.

"I know what you feel. I lost my mother too, recently. About 2 to 3 years back. It's not that long once you think about it. I only have my brother now."

Sans stared, slowly taking the time to look at the bunny again, seeing instead a downtrodden face that stared at the dirt that stained his already dirty clothes.

"I've only got my brothers too."

"Huh. No father?"

"Barely knew him. Wingdings never wants to talk about him."

"Wingdings?"

"My older brother."

"Oh. And your other brother?"

"Papyrus. He's about to be 4 soon."

"I'm really sorry."

"Don't be. It ain't your fault. I'm sorry, too. For being a dick...and for your loss as well."

"Don't be. It ain't your fault either."

....

The bunny turned his face up to look at him, and Sans finally truly looked at his face. They stared at each other, and suddenly, the bunny let out a goofy chuckle and said; "You look not half bad without that tooth there. My mama would have called you a ruffian."

Sans snorted before instinctively rolled his tongue to the spot where the now empty gap in his mouth remained. He couldn't but be impressed.

Wingdings is gonna kill me.

"Speak for yourself. It ain't gonna come back anytime soon. Neither with that nick in your ear."

The bunny placed a hand to cover that ear. His smile spreading farther. "At least it looks cooler."

"Really? No way."

"Oh no?"

The bunny paused again, his smile becoming more gentle as he slowly retracted his hand from his ear and lent it out in a greeting manner.

"Name's Tops."

Sans paused again, and for a moment, he felt as if it were another trap for him to fall into. But, that face was so genuine that it didn't seem likely.

So, hesitantly, he offered his hand and clasped it into a firm shake. Sans felt a smile he never knew was there grow.

"Sans."

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Jia Shin: Adios Nonino » 2025 Korean Nationals

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Helloo! It's my first time requesting:)) I love your fics lol. You write so good!!

Can I please request yandere bonten men with a slightly chubby bimbo reader who's insecure about her weight. She's bubbly, gullible and naive. They caught her talking to someone who's tryna hit her up. For the nsfw part can I please get belly bulging 😔

no? *sigh* fine.. here's my offering..

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Yandere!Bonten!Mikey x Chubby!Insecure!Bimbo!Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, wife!reader, mention of Sanzu and Bonten execs, brief mention of murder, gun use, lowkey naive!reader, size kink, belly bulging, big dick!Mikey, spanking, unprotected sex + creampie, kinda rough sex, not proofread ♡

note: I didn't know if you wanted a poly relationship or separate, so I just chose Mikey (I couldn't do all of them, I'm sorry but my brain is fried), I'm trying to keep the note short so anything else I have to yap about is in the tags

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You, your husband, and the Bonten executives were out at one of their nightclubs, trying to enjoy the little bit of time they had to spare due to their demanding jobs. You were in your cutest little dress, Mikey's favorite dress to be more precise. The one that hugged your curves just right and drove him damn near insane from how bad he wanted to rip it off of you.

Bonten had all gone their separate ways throughout the night, essentially leaving Sanzu in charge of watching you. He walked away from the booth you were sitting at for not even five minutes just to turn around and see a man, who he recognized as one of your coworkers, sitting across from you and quite obviously flirting with you.

Sanzu's first thought is to get this man away from you, by any means necessary. He walks back over to the booth, drawing his gun and pressing it to the man's temple.

"I don't know if you know this, but this lady right here is my boss's wife. So I suggest you move unless you want a piece of metal in your brain."

As soon as he's made aware of the situation, Mikey gets security to escort the man out the club, you can tell he did it because he has the slightest of smirks on his usually blank face. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as if to give you a warning.

"What did I say about talking to strangers?"

"But he's not-"

"Don't talk back to me, I could have this whole place burned to the ground in a matter of seconds with that bastard trapped inside."

Soon, the rest of Bonten comes over and surrounds you at the table, naming off all the things they could do to your coworker.

"We could send some of our men to his house, teach him a little lesson without-" Koko tries to suggest.

"Or we could just take care of him ourselves." Sanzu interjects, itching to whoop some ass.

They couldn't care less about the man being your coworker because employees are always replaceable and they know Mikey would rather you not work with him anyway, so they all silently agree to take care of him permanently later on. For now, Mikey has to take care of you. He excuses himself, dragging you from the club into the car, and as soon as he gets you home he's bending you over the kitchen counter and pushing your dress up past your hips.

"C'mon baby, you know better than to test me like that, don't you?"

Mikey brings his rough, calloused hand down on your ass, smirking as he hears the little squeak that slips out your mouth. He grips your soft hips, his bulge pressing right against your pussy through your panties. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants and underwear down. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your plump thighs to reveal your soaked cunt.

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me.”

His middle finger slides back and forth between your folds, brushing lightly against your clit and making you weak in the knees. He lines himself up with your entrance and eases in, his fat cock stretching you out and causing a painful yet pleasurable burning sensation deep in your stomach. You can feel the tip of his dick knocking against the inside of your tummy, bulging through and pressing you firmly against the counter.

"Fuck! You're squeezing the life outta me."

"T-too big 'Jiro.."

"Too big? C'mon you can take it baby, you always take me so good."

His hips slap against your ass as he thrusts hard, his hand burying itself in your hair and pulling you off the counter to get a deeper angle. His free hand reaches around, cupping your tummy and applying pressure to the bulge formed there.

"You're so full of me, aren't you baby?"

All you can do is nod hurriedly and spew out nonsense in the form of moans, too fucked out to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. He presses soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder, his thrusts slowing down as he feels your pussy clenching around him as you cum. He lets out a raspy grunt shortly after as he starts to cum, filling you with his hot, gooey load.

He chuckles breathlessly as he pulls out, high off of his orgasm as he watches his cum leak out of you and drip down your thighs.

"You did so good princess. Gonna start behaving now, right? No more talking to strangers yeah?"

You mumble a soft 'Mhm' as your legs start to give out and you lie against the counter.

"Good." He peppers kisses on the nape of your neck before fixing his pants and helping you walk to the bathroom, knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about anyone stealing you away.

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