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buttsmasher · 4 months ago

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Heard You were Talking Shit

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Forced Face Farting, Face Farting, Fart Torture, Multiple uses of the F slur, Asphyxiation by Farts, Passing out from Farts, Eproctophilia, Face humping, Bully cums, Pisses self

Last Monday I opened my locker to find a note waiting for me. It falls to the ground and I quickly squat down to grab the note. When I pick up the note, I see that there’s a lipstick mark and just a phone number. I’m a bit confused, but I text the number anyway.

Hey? Got ur note… Who dis?

Hi cutie xx… Jalissa

Hell yeah, Jalissa is awesome. We went to high school together and I knew we were going to the same college but haven’t run into her yet. I briefly found it weird that she approached me this way but I don’t think too much of it.

We end up talking for like a week before deciding to meet up. She wanted to meet up at the gymnasium at 9:00 PM when it’s close. She has a key to the gym since she works there and I’m game.

However, when I get there, the gymnasium is quiet and the lights are dimmed.

“Hello?” I call out as I walk towards the center of the gym. “Jalissa?” When I reach about half court, all the lights flip on.

I hear footsteps and turn around expecting Jalissa but end up seeing someone else. “Tristen? Tristen Moretti? What are you doing here?” I look around, maybe he had the same idea as Jalissa.

“Heard you were talking shit.” This moves my attention back to Tristen and I watch as he saunters closer to me.

“What?” He’s at arms length now. “I don’t know-” He gives me a firm push and I trip slightly backwards but stay on my feet.

“Called the whole wrestling team a bunch of fags.”

“I mean, the whole sport is a bit faggy.” I comment back. “The whole tight singlet and holding another man and rolling around on the mat. It’s all a bit…faggy.”

He pushes me harder, this time I lose my balance. “The only fag I see around here is you.”

“Fuck off!” I go to get back up, but Tristen quickly pins me down against the floor. He does some maneuvering and I’m unable to get a good grip on him. The echoes of me and him struggling in the gymnasium is the only sound I can hear until he has my face pinned against his ass.

“I’ll fucking show you faggot.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

A rumbling six second fart hits my face. It’s rotten, smelling of garbage and eggs. I start to struggle again, but he pins my arms down to my sides and grinds his sweatpant clad ass against my face. “Eat my fucking gas, faggot!” I try to move my face away from his ass but I have nowhere to go.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFF

More vile gas hits my face and I do my best to hold my breath. Even with doing that, it’s not enough, fumes are still invading my nose.

“Bro, get off!” I grab his hips and try to buck him off, but he uses the opportunity to switch his position. He gets me into a scissor lock and uses his heels to push my head into his ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Fuck!” I yell out as my nose is pressed firmly against his ass. I can’t help the dry cough that escapes my lips. The rotten smell has burned its way into my sinuses and I’m starting to worry.

PBRBRBRBRBBRRRRRR

“Fuck, that was fucking wet.” He comments above me. “How’s that smell faggot?” He releases the pressure of his heels against my head, only to slam my head against his ass over and over again. “Smell it faggot! Smell my fucking ass.”

PFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFFBBRFFFFFTTT PFFFFF

He slams my face hitting his ass with each fart bomb hitting my face. My eyes are watering and I don’t know if I’m breathing correctly. My nose hurts from the repeated slamming and the toxic fumes that I’m being exposed to.

“Dude,” PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT “Stop, please!” BBBRRRRRRFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Not happening dude.” PFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFTTT “This is what happens when you fuck with the wrestling team.”

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

I feel so physically weak at this point, I lose the ability to even try and fight back against Tristen. “Please.” I manage between hacking.

“You want more? Cool, I can indulge faggot.” He loosens his grip on me slightly only to pull his sweatpants down under his ass. He’s wearing a jockstrap that frames his ass.

“No, no, god no!” I begin to scream as he pulls me back against his ass.

“This is why you don’t talk shit!” He roughly bounces my face in between his ass cheeks as he shakes his. PFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFFFTTTT His naked ass is much worse than before. His gas burns my nostrils as he keeps ripping noxious fumes.

“Please...I-I...Can’t breathe.” He doesn’t budge any, instead he pushes harder against my face.

“Good, I wantchu to suffocate in my fat ass.”

PFFFFFBRBBRFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

If he keeps this up, I’m definitely going to start suffocating. I already feel dizzy from all these butt bombs obliterating my nose.

“Gonna make you regret ever talking shit.” He’s already done that. “Eat this faggot!”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

A loud trumpeting 15 second fart hits my face without any filter. Pure garbage gets spewed into my lungs and I start convulsing against him. “Yeah let the gas in. Breathe me faggot!”

PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFTTTT

He doesn’t let me recover and continues to blast me with his gas. How is anyone even this gassy? “I'm sorry! Please, I’ll do anything!” I try groveling with the little bit of air I have left.

“Sorry faggot, I can’t hear you. You’ll have to beg louder.”

“Ple-” PBRBRBRBRBRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFF He manages to fart directly into my mouth as I start talking. It’s absolutely rotten and I begin hacking up my lungs again and I feel like I’m going to throw up. “Oh god.” I don’t learn from my past mistake and he manages to fart in my mouth again, this time pushing his ass and pulling my head as hard as possible.

I feel my cheeks inflating as he keeps spewing a 15 second silent but deadly fart into my mouth. I can’t move and my whole body is shaking against him.

“Fuuuuuuck, that feels so good.” Tristen moans above me as he’s grinding his ass against my face. “You still breathing faggot?” Barely, I think to myself as everything starts to spin. I give one last attempt to fight back and push him off me, and to my surprise I get away.

I’m scrambling to get away when I feel him grab me around my waist and pull me back to the ground. “Where you going faggot? I’m not done with you?” I’m seeing triple as he twists me around and forces me back on the ground.

He pulls his dick out of his jockstrap and starts slapping my face with his cock. I try twisting away but he grabs my head and holds me into place putting his dick under my nose. He starts humping my face and I can feel his dick harden on me.

“I’ll make sure you’ll never forget about this.” He keeps humping me and all I can smell is his natural musk and the lingering scent of his ass on my face. “This is what fucking happens when you mess with me faggot.”

He forces my mouth open and he starts to spurt cum into my mouth. I go to spit the cum out, but then he sits back down on my face again. “Open up faggot.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

His cum gets blown right back in my mouth and I’m forced to swallow his cum and nasty fart. It’s the most vile thing I’ve ever tasted and I can’t stop from gagging.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

PFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFFF

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT

Barrage after barrage of fart is being forced down my throat and it’s at this moment I fear for my life. I can’t even speak anymore to try and beg for my life and I feel myself spasming. I think I may have pissed myself, I can’t even tell anymore.

All I hear is him laughing, grunting, and his trumpeting farts. I’m going to die like this.

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBBRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

PFFBBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFBBRFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT

My legs fall slack against the gym floor.

PFFBBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFTTBRBFFFFFFFFF

Next my arms fall.

PFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Nighty night faggot.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I lose consciousness and my head falls against the gym floor.

Minutes or maybe hours later, I awake alone. Lights completely turned off in the gym.

“Help.” I try to yell, but my voice is hoarse. I struggle to get to my feet and all I can smell and taste is Tristen’s ass. I end up throwing up on the gym floor.

At least I’m not dead, I think to myself as I make my way to what I assume are the doors. I open a door to find myself in a small bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and see the state I’m in.

Jeans drenched in piss and my face is splotchy and red. Everything smells bad and I go to the sink to try and scrub my face. As I’m about to go another round of scrubbing, I feel my phone buzz.

Jalissa: Hope you had fun tonight faggot xx

I stare at my phone for a bit before throwing it full force against the wall.

~~~Fin

Author’s Note: Another old story that I found and decided to revamp. I pretty much rewrote the whole thing at this point and changed it from 2nd person to 1st person. I also think I created a new kink for myself? Forcing cum in someone’s mouth and then immediately farting in their mouth? Hello? Has that been done before? Anyways, hope you enjoyed :3

#Gay Face Farting #Forced Face Farting #Face Farting #Fart Torture #Multiple uses of the F slur #Asphyixiation by Farts #Passing out from Farts #Eproctophilia #Face humping #Bully cums #Pisses self

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cptindanvers · 10 months ago

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request for band robin & her popular cheer gf please and just everyone being shook as hell the both of them are together 🥺

"No, Steve, I am telling you-" Robin sighs, hands waving around exasperatedly. "She is not into girls!"

"Well, I don't think we should rule it out completely!" Steve says, leaning against the Family Video counter. "I mean, how can you really be sure?"

"Steve," Robin scoffs. "I'm pretty sure a girl like her looks at not just guys, but guys like you."

"Pssh. If she liked guys like me, she would've said yes when I asked her out."

Robin stops her shelving of a few tapes. "You did what?"

"Yeah, I asked her out," Steve shrugs, arms crossed. "Like, two years ago or something."

"And you're just bringing this up now?"

"Well, I didn't think it was important," Steve says innocently. "But she was totally not into me. Like, at all."

"And you think that, just because she rejected you, she automatically likes girls?"

"What? No!" Steve sighs, dropping a stack of tapes on the counter. "No, that's not what I'm saying, I'm just saying... she rejected a lot of guys that asked her out! And trust me, many tried."

"Well, yeah, because she's way too good for any of you schmucks!" Robin rolls her eyes, rolling the now-empty cart behind the counter.

"Well, have you tried talking to her? I mean, outside of her asking you what day it is."

Robin snorts. "As if she'd have anything to say to me."

It's Steve's turn to roll his eyes. "C'mon. Talk to her. Once she realizes how awesome you are... well, you can see where it goes from there!"

Robin groans, dropping her head onto the counter. "This is hopeless."

Robin does manage to talk to you - eventually.

It helps that your seats are in the back corner of the class - and that you've forgotten your textbook.

"Hey," you whisper, a little embarrassed. "Do you mind if we share?" You motion to the large history book laid flat on Robin's desk. "I forgot mine..."

Robin's quiet, a little shell-shocked that you're speaking to her. I mean, actually speaking!

"Oh, um, yeah!" Robin nods, scooting herself, desk and all, over.

"Oh, you're a lifesaver," you smile a sweet smile and scooch over.

You're radiating, shiny lips stretched into a small smile as your eyes glance up from the board to the textbook. You and Robin reach to turn the page at the same time, quickly pulling away and laughing as your hands touch.

Your attention falls back down as Mr. Jem directs you to an assignment, taking his seat at his desk while quiet chatter spreads throughout the classroom.

"So, pep rally on Friday, huh?" Robin manages to choke out, a short and awkward laugh following.

"Oh, yeah. Are you ready for it?" You ask politely, eyes swapping from your notebook to Robin.

"Oh, yeah!" Robin laughs, a pretty pink dusting her cheeks. "Yeah, um, I'm actually in band, so-"

"Yeah, I know!" You laugh lightly but it's nowhere near mocking. It's sweet. "You play the, um, the horn thing?"

"Trumpet," Robin corrects. "But I do know how to play a French horn. It's very easy to get them confused really, they're similar in color and... sound sometimes. But um, that's not important."

"I think it's cool! I mean, I'm sure it's not easy to learn."

"Oh, I don't know, I've been playing instruments since I was like, super young," Robin laughs again, wishing she could shut her stupid mouth. "Yeah."

"Cool," you smile again, turning back to your work - back to silence.

God, Robin was so uncool! Of course you didn't care about her instrumental history. Just because you were a cheerleader didn't mean you cared about the ins and outs of the band kids.

And yet - a piece of Robin's mind was stuck on the fact that you knew her. Sure, you did pep rallies together where Robin was so clearly decked out in her band uniform but previously, Robin had assumed that her existance had no weight in your life outside of this classroom - hell, Robin was convinced she didn't exist to you outside of the two conversations you've had.

So, perhaps the fact that you knew Robin was in band was groundbreaking - to her and to Steve.

"Okay, she's definitely gotta have a thing for you or something," Steve insists. "I promise you Robin, none of us think anything related to band is cool."

"She was totally clueless! She thought a trumpet was called a horn!" Robin sighs dreamily. "She said it was cool. Twice."

"Yeah, she's a liar," Steve nods. "Did you compliment her cheering?"

Robin's smile drops. "Shit."

"So - I just wanna get this straight - you finally talk to this girl, rant about instruments the entire time, and? That's it? No, I can't wait to see your routine this Friday! or Cheer is cool!"

If looks could kill, Steve would be six feet under. No, make it twelve.

Steve bites back a laugh, clapping a hand on Robin's shoulder. "You'll get her next time, champ. This is good! Good progress."

Robin rolls her eyes, shrugging Steve off and mumbling something about lost data on a whiteboard.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things

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thehistoriccemetery · 1 year ago

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I saw you were in need of requests, so I bring you one.

how would the ladies react to a usually pacifistic Tav sucker punching someone, seemingly out of nowhere? when pressed as to why they did it, Tav reveals they'd been hearing the person they punched make gross comments about their partner all evening

I only did Shadowheart, Lae’zel, and Karlach for this one. Hope you enjoy anon!

CW: Violence

Shadowheart

Shadowheart’s eyes widen in surprise when your fist meets the Sharran priest’s face. He falls backwards, nearly hitting his head against the alter. She covers her mouth to conceal a smile. The smile, however, is quickly replaced with a concerned look. She couldn’t hear your conversation, what could he have possibly said to set you off? You walk back towards her, accidentally smearing blood across as you try to itch your nose.

“Is that his blood or yours?” She asks.

You turn your hands over, just now noticing there is blood on them. “Oh?” You tilt your head. “Probably both?”

“What did he do? Did he hurt you?” She asks.

“No he didn’t hurt me, he… it’s not important,” you said. “Am I gonna get like… smited if I wash my hands of in Shar’s fountain? Smited? Smoted?”

Shadowheart laughs. “It’s actually smote. And if you’re going to get smote for anything, it’s shoving her priest’s head into her alter.”

She takes your face into her hands and presses your foreheads together as you both laugh. She kisses your forehead and you wrap your arms around her. The move surprises and her hands shoot into the air, but she doesn’t pull away.

“You made the right choice… sparing Aylin I mean. I know it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done, but it was the right thing to do.” You say.

“I know, darling,” she says, relaxing and returning your hug.

Lae’zel

When Lae’zel sees you move to punch the old scholar, she’s by your side before you even make contact. The scholar hunches over, groaning in pain. Lae’zel takes the opportunity to take her greatsword down on her back. The body falls limply to the ground. “Kainyak!” She spat. “What did the istik say?”

You smiled. “You didn’t even hear her and you still struck her down?”

“If it was enough to incite any violence from you, I’m sure a swift death was a blessing,” she responded.

“The crèche is that way,” you say, pointing in the direction of the Rosymorn Monastery. You hoped it would distract away from original question. Lae’zel shouldn’t have to hear the racist and repulsive way the woman had spoken of her people.

Luckily, it was enough.

“Then that is the way we will go” she commands, pointing her greatsword in the direction.

Karlach

Karlach almost misses it, but she turns her head at the last minute to see you sock a bard right in the nose.

“Hell yeah!” She shouts, pumping her fist in the air. She’s still about 50 feet away from you, so she definitely didn’t hear what the man said or know why you punched him. She starts approaching a bit more quickly, breaking into a light jog.

Before you know it she’s standing next to you and looking down at the now dazed bard on the ground. “That was awesome!” She says, slapping you lightly on the back. “So uh… what did he do? Must’ve been a hell of a song he was playing to get a rise out of you.”

“He was… he’s not a fan of tieflings,” you sigh. It’s not a complete lie, more of a fib. He’s not a fan of a tiefling, one you are particularly fond of.

“A lot of people aren’t, unfortunately,” she says, reaching a hand out to help the man up. Your heart aches at the act of kindness for such a cruel man.

“I’ll not be taking assistance from you, hellspawn!” He spits, standing up himself and spitting at Karlach. Blood and teeth spattered against her chest.

You glare at him, ready to knock him out for good this time. A swift kick sends him tumbling back to the ground and a stomp to his right hand cause him to shriek. You won’t kill him, but his broken fingers ensure he’ll never play another about your Karlach again.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3 lae'zel #karlach #lae'zel #laezel #laezel x reader #karlach x reader #bg3 karlach #karlach x tav #shadowheart x reader #bg3 shadowheart #shadowheart x tav #lae’zel x tav

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ohdeerfully · 1 year ago

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Headcanons! Alastor with a plush demon reader :3 like readers sinner form is a plush! Because I love height differences and it sounds real cute

-🃏🐱

hi 🃏🐱!! i wrote this more platonically, so it could be read either way, but i might write a more romantic flavored one too :3! sorry its rather short, i hope you enjoy it anyway!

edit: after rereading the request i realized u asked for headcanons but i wrote a whole oneshot im </3 *knocks on my head and it sounds hollow*

Alastor x Plushie!Reader

PLATONIC fluff TW: none! readers kind of a weirdo by accident

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It was no surprise that you became popular in hell very quickly after manifesting. You were often stopped in the streets by people wanting to squish your soft skin, and some people wanting selfies.

I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love with a living stuffed animal? You were very likely the first of the kind.

There was one demon, however, that seemed immune to the charm. No matter how many times you stood on his lap, your giant squishy paws pressed onto his chest, looking at him with your shiny button eyes… he just would not yield. And it frustrated you to no end.

So, you had made it your life—or, death—goal to get him to squish your plushy skin. Even if you had to force him to.

It started with you merely sitting next to him at every opportunity, swinging your legs against the cushion of the couch. Your legs barely reached over the edge; you were quite short. Sitting next to Alastor felt like sitting next to a skyscraper.

You would lay down, sit up again, roll onto your back, over and over again, trying to get his attention on you. He wouldn’t ignore you, per say, as he would respond to your conversations politely, albeit a bit condescending in his typical manner; but, his hands never left the comfort of being folded neatly in his lap.

It got to the point where you were practically laying yourself on top of him, getting desperate now. But, every time, he would simply grab you under the arms and easily set you a foot or so away from him. He would give you a quick pat on the head, but you wanted more than that. Every pat on the head felt like a cruel reminder that he wanted nothing to do with you.

Your frustration has even caused you to get upset with Niffty a few times. While on one hand it was awesome to know another demon that was of similar height, on the other hand it pissed you off at how easily she seemed to grab his attention. Though, she was also just overall more insane—it’d be hard for anybody to ignore her.

You had to admit, though, that the lack of his attention only made your intrigue in him grow exponentially. In a Hell where you were stopped on every corner of the road, in every store, Alastor stood out to you. How come, of all the demons out there, even some of the cruelest in the Pride Ring, the one demon you were actually interested in… could care less about you? Sure, the only reason you were interested in him was because of this very fact, but still! Why?

You had gotten fed up. Alastor was in the midst of, again, picking you up off of himself, when he paused holding you midair at the look of fury on your face. You saw his grin widen in a sinister manner, and his eyebrows quirk quizzically.

“What a huge expression for a face so little,” He laughed shortly. You hated the way his laughter crackled with radio static, and how it practically mocked you.

“You. Are such. A jerk!” You cried, swinging your legs in an attempt to kick his chest. You missed by a longshot, as he held you out as far as his arms could stretch. He only continued to watch you, amused.

“Just pet me!” You cried. You immediately halted after saying that, arms frozen mid-flail. You realized instantly how weird that was to say, especially to Alastor. And he knew, too, evident in the way his eyes narrowed at you and he rushed to place you down on the floor. You struggled to maintain eye contact when he stood back up, his height being the actual physical manifestation of impending doom. His hands brushed down the sides of his coat.

“I believe it makes sense for you to be a stuffed animal,” He said matter-of-factly. “Because of how utterly childish you are.”

You couldn’t help but stomp your foot at his statement; and his grin stretched at being proved right. But, like, come on! Yeah, what you said was kind of weird as fuck, but you weren’t in the wrong or anything! It’s only natural.

His gaze shifted up and ahead of himself, and your shoulders slumped in defeat. Another failed attempt.

That was, until you felt a clawed finger touch against your head and briefly scratch at your velvety skin, right behind your ear. You looked up, shocked, towards Alastor’s unreadable expression. The touch was very brief, and he stood and walked away without another word, leaving you standing there awestruck.

You shook yourself and bounced after him, trying to call his attention again but he ignored you. You opted to just follow him around for a bit, at least until he made it obvious you should leave him alone. He had his hands folded behind his back, a tune humming in his mouth as he walked down the halls. Alastor would never admit it to you, but he did find you rather cute, in a similarly chaotic way to Niffty. You weren’t quite as unhinged, but you had an entertaining amount of spunk and confidence, which he found sort of funny—so much personality squished into one tiny body. You sort of reminded him of a stuffed animal he had when he was a boy.

#ohdeerfully #🃏🐱#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #platonic #fluff

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fanfictiongirlie · 1 month ago

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Twilight: The Human and the Wolf Chapter Nineteen

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Parings: Paul Lahote x OC (First person, no use of Y/N)

Description: Bella Swan's twin moved to Forks with her sister. Whilst Bella falls for a vampire, her twin falls for a wolf. The story runs parallel to Bella's story in Twilight. But following her twin and her life with the wolves.

AN: Sorry there hasn't been an update in a while, I have been ill + the writing just wasn't coming to me, y'know?

Chapter Nineteen - That Was Awesome! I'm Never Doing It Again

A few days later I walked into Emily and Sam's place, excited to spend the day with them and hang with the pack. Bella had been a lot happier these past days, spending most of her free time with Jacob, I didn't mind, as long as she was getting better. I walked through the already open door, and I was surprised to see Embry sitting with the pack.

"Embry?" I say excitedly. "Long time no see"

His head snapped into my direction, his eyes widening slightly, a broad smile spread onto his face as he locked eyes with me. "Oh man, it's been ages! How've you been, how it's going?"

"Great" I answer, I walk fully into the house and sit at the dining table, Paul reached over and pecked my cheek gently, his arm went around my back, placing his hand on my lower back, holding me. "You wolfed out too?" I ask Embry. He nods, a proud expression on his face.

"Yeah, I phased a few days ago"

"Aw awesome! You know what that means?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows in excitement. Paul had told me what he did with the pack when he first phased and it was something I wanted to try so bad. Embry raised an eyebrow as I spoke.

"What's that?" He asks.

"Well, Paulie told me about it, when he wolfed out, as a little celebration for joining the pack they went cliff diving, and well Paul promised me he;'d take me, so it gives us all a reason to go" I explain, looking from Embry to Paul. They both grinned, obviously liking the idea.

"Cliff diving? Hell, Yeah, I'm in. That sounds sick"

"We can go tomorrow, can't we Paul?" I ask, he nods, a wolfie grin on his lips.

The next day, I travelled up to the cliffs with Paul, Embry, Sam and Jared. I was wrapped up warm, I didn't have the wolf's super warmth, so I'd be jumping in my warm leggings and one of Paul's hoodies, my car was parked close enough to the beach that I could rush and get warmer clothes on when I left the water. I was suddenly feeling terrified, as we trekked up to the jump point. Paul stood next to me on the edge of the cliff, a mixture of excitement and concern in his eyes as he looked down at the water below.

"You ready for this, sweetheart?" He asks, I shiver slightly, feeling my lips tremble as I look up at him. Jared and Embry were laughing besides us, pushing one another.

"Oh definitely not.. but I wanna do it..I may not be a wolf, but Im your imprint, I wanna be apart of the pack, and this jump.. well you've all done it, I wanna do it!" I say, my voice full of determination. Paul smirks and leans now, kissing my lips softly for a moment, his warmth enveloped me, spreading from my lips through my body. I shivered again, not a shiver of cold however. He pulled back and smiled softly, placing both of his hands on my shoulders.

"Alright, sweetheart, you got this. I'll be right there with you. You're part of the pack, and you're my imprint. We're all in this together. Just take a deep breath and we'll jump together."

"Deal!" I say with a grin. Paul smiled reassuringly, his grip on my shoulder tightening gently. He stepped closer to the edge, waiting for my signal. I stepped closer to him, taking his hand in mine as I stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Whenever you're ready, sweetheart. Just jump and I'll jump with you. We'll do this together." He says. I nod, and look back for a moment. "Embry you nervous?" I ask, he hadn't done this before, just like me. Whereas Sam, Jared and Paul had, so he was in the same boat as me. He looked nervous, and the nervous chuckle that left his lips suggested he felt the same as me.

"Hell yeah, I'm nervous. This is my first time cliff jumping, too. But I'm not gonna back down. We're doing this"

"Okay, Paul...I'm doing it" I squeal taking a small shuffle forward, I looked down, seeing the waves beneath me, I liked swimming, I always had. Loved it in fact, however looking down from this height, it made the water look menacing, the waves crashed and the wind howled. I couldn't imagine being in the water in the matter of minutes. Paul's grip on my hand tightened as he held me.

"I'm right there with you, sweetheart. Ready...and...jump!"

"Jump!" I squeal at the same time as him, we jump off the edge and fall through the air, for a moment I felt nothing but the cold air hitting my skin, and Paul's hand gripping my own, it felt like forever until we hit the water. I soon emerged, giggling softly as I see Paul, he was smiling so wide, I could tell he was proud of me in that moment. I was proud of me. We swam a little bit away from where we had landed so the boys wouldn't land on us. He pulled me close to him as the waves moved us in the water, we bobbled up and down.

"You did it, sweetheart!That was freakin' awesome!"

"Holy shit! That was awesome! I'm never doing it again"

Paul chuckles. "Yeah, it was amazing. I don't blame you for never wanting to do that again. You were a real trouper, though. I'm proud of you, sweetheart."

I giggle softly, the waves moved me and I bobbled up and down in the water, the was cold, so cold, I could feel my lips turning blue, but that didn't stop the smile on my lips. As we watched the others jump off the cliff, Paul kept his arm around my waist, holding me above the water.

We all swam for a bit, and when the shivering became louder than the talking, Paul and I left the water and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as we walked back to my car.

"Always so warm" I mumble, snuggling a little closer to him as we walked.

"Yeah, well, I guess being a werewolf has its perks, huh? Like being a personal heater whenever you need me to be."

I dropped Paul off first, after we had dried and changed clothes of course, and then I drove home. My dad's car wasn't in the driveway, I shrugged it off and walked into the house, seconds after I shut my front door, Bella grabbed my arm.

"How could you be so stupid?! Jumping off a cliff?" She yells, I pull my arm away from hers.

"Bells, calm down, it was fun, and I was with the boys, completely safe" I say with a shrug. Bella huffed, pacing back and forth in agitation.

"You call that safe? You could have been seriously hurt jumping off a cliff! And for what? Adrenaline rush?"

"Yeah...guess so" I answer, shrugging, I couldn't tell her the actual idea we went cliff jumping. Bella crossed her arms, her irritation clearly visible.

"Seriously, you can't take unnecessary risks like that. There's more to life than adrenaline thrills. You need to be more careful."

"Bella, mind your own business, it was fun.. I did it once, I won't be doing it again" I snapped, annoyed, she was telling me how to live my life, Bella! After the months she shut off.

"I don't care if it was fun. You should think twice before doing something that dangerous. And I don't believe you. You said that last time you went cliff diving, and look where we are now. You need to be more responsible."

"Alright" I mutter. "Whatever you say, I'm going to bed!"

Bella huffed, but didn't protest further. "Fine. Do what you want. But don't come crying to me when something goes wrong."

"Jeez Bella, calm down!" I snapped, glaring at her as I stepped closer to the stairs.

"Don't tell me to calm down! You're the one acting recklessly, taking unnecessary risks. It's so frustrating dealing with you sometimes" She snaps.

"Oh yeah? And what about those bikes you're building with Jake? Didn't think I knew about them did ya?"

She froze, her eyes widening slightly. "You keep things from me, you take stupid risks, you do things and act like it's no big deal. I'm sick of it."

"And you shut me out ! For months! When that Cullen left you, you stopped existing and you shut me out, your own twin!"

Bella's defenses crumbled a little at my words. There was a hint of guilt in her eyes as she realised the truth in my accusation.

"I... I didn't shut you out. I just..."

"No nothing Bella. You don't get to yell at me for living my life, Im done arguing" I say walking away, running up to my room, tears leaving my eyes.

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@jaybbygrl, @strayteez3staner, @8crazy-freak8, @idontliketoread2137, @bonni-98 @wh0reforbucknasty

#fluff #twilight imagine #paul lahote x reader #twilight x reader

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merrycrisis-if · 4 months ago

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I didn't realize up until 3 days ago that you had updated Merry Crisis. I played the demo very late at night and I felt such a strong feeling of melancholy and longing when reading the scenes between MC and their family members. The messy drama with the aunts and the uncles... The endless boredom shared between all older cousins... The bittersweet memories when remembering departed grandparents... The sibling rivalry when playing any type of games... "Don't forget the taste of your mother's soup". God. I might have shed a tear or two. More than the romances (who are actually great, don't get me wrong), I fell in love with the way you write about the MC's family and culture. There are many things about them I could never truly understand ; I'm not Singaporean, nor Chinese, or even American, and I never lived in either of the places the MC spent most of their life. Culturally speaking, we have nothing in common. But there were so many moments where I saw parts of myself reflected in that young adult struggling with conflicting aspects of their identity, especially when it comes to feeling torn between different places, feeling like a stranger no matter where you are, and being queer while fearing coming out to your parents. What struck me the hardest was when the MC thought their grandmother would have gotten along with Nat, even though they don't know how she would have reacted to their partner being the same gender as them... So, thank you for that. Anyways, this isn't really why I'm sending you this ask. There were heavy rain falls where I live yesterday night, and a part of my basement got flooded. I had to throw a lot of things away, including many childhood drawings and family pictures. Some of my dad's old stuff got pretty soaked as well, but his vintage ViewMaster 3D collection miraculously didn't suffer too much damage. I was drying them up as best as I could, before coming to a stop. There were a few slides of Singapore lost among the countless others of European and American cities, dating back from 1957. It reminded me of you, probably because your story was still so fresh on my mind, and I thought I'd share a few of my favorites with you. I'm sorry for the horrible quality, though. They are pretty old and my phone doesn't take very good pictures.

Thank you for your stories. Happy holidays to you and your loved ones, I wish you all the best.

This message struck me really deeply, so thank you so much for sharing this with me. It makes me so incredibly moved when merry crisis reaches across time and space and ends up resonating with someone from a completely different culture/place -- makes me think about just how many experiences are shared in the most unlikely ways.

I'm sorry to hear the flooding but wow it sounds like you uncovered a lot of real gems. Thank you so much for sharing them with me! The one in the top left made me think about my grandma who says back in the day, my old house used to overlook the sea (kinda like those shophouses in the picture) -- until Singapore reclaimed land and pushed the coast much further south. And the other one, in the bottom left of Haw Par Villa reminds me of the time I went to there with my family (this is a little creepy Chinese place with scary statues and an awesome exhibit of the "ten courts of hell") and there was one statue of what happens when you talk back to your older siblings and my younger brother and I had a good laugh over that (you get boiled alive in lava or something equally horrifying).

Anyway, your message was so special to me. Receiving things like this make me so motivated to write!!

Happy holidays to you too!! <3

#merry crisis #interactive fiction #if #asks

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toxic3mmy · 6 months ago

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prompt: you wake up in a girl’s body and fuck your best friend

okay soooo, i got this idea from an ao3 one shot i read the other day and well, this came outta it

it may not be everyones cup of tea but i always loved gay fics where one guy magically turned into a woman??

IDK

ALSO IM REALLY DEPRESSED SO I LIED ABT GETTING TO UR REQUESTS DONT HATE MEEEE MY BOOBIES <3

warnings: SMUTTTT, mentions of witchcraft and body switching

you and quackity were best friends from a very young age. you and him were inseparable, as if you were one person.

the two of you went through school together. everything changed when his youtube career took off and he changed his focus to that which of course you didn’t mind. you thought it was so awesome the way he was passionate about this.

the two of you were so close that living together through college eventually turned into living together as adults. now, you were working at a law firm as an intern while alex pursued his online career.

truthfully, you were in love with your best friend. you had been from a very young age, it was only natural for you to fall so hard for him.

on a drunken night, you decided to come clean. you told him how much he meant to you. you confessed that you were in love with him.

he smiled sadly and hugged you close

“i wish you were a girl”

those were his drunken words and the two of you never spoke about it again

but within your friend group, everyone liked to tease the two of you as if you were gay together. of course you would enjoy every single interaction like this, hell you two were even dared to kiss once!

it was too easy to fall for your best friend

—

you had gone to visit your family in mexico for a few days and finally you were home. you walked into your shared home as quickly and quietly as possible so that you didn’t wake alex up.

your trip was great. you got to catch up with family and spend some quality time together.

while there, you confessed to your favorite and closest cousin about your feelings for alexis. she was very accepting of your sexuality and even encouraged you to go for it.

you filled her in on what happened when you did confess to alex and her eyes lit up with a devious look. she had an idea and although you were a bit skeptical, you agreed.

you knew she was learning the traditions of brujeria in your family and you were really interested in it. but what she wanted to do was crazy. she wanted to try something new and of course you agreed, not expecting anything to come of it because of how impossible it seemed.

so the two of you spent the last day of your trip together so that she could work on it. and well, you went home that same night.

the next day, you woke up like any normal day. you sluggishly walked to the bathroom and relieved yourself. you felt a warmth trickling down your legs and you were speeachless

“aw shit” you murmured to yourself as you knelt down to clean the floor of your piss

you couldn’t believe it worked

you looked at yourself in the mirror and loved what you saw. your face was a bit more round, your hair reached your ass now, and you had a great rack. you were ecstatic, practically gawking over yourself

and then the fear set in when alex knocked on your door saying that breakfast was ready

“uh… im not feeling well! go ahead and eat without me, thanks” you said, trying your hardest to deepen your voice

“are you sure? whats wrong? your voice sounds weird, are you sick?” he asked worriedly

“i think it’s a virus or something, don’t worry”

“i wanted to have a little day with you since you’re back from mexico… i guess we could postpone it until you feel better”

“thanks” you said quickly, hoping he would go already

“are you… going to stay in there all day? i mean, at least let me in so i can take care of you” he sighed, resting his head against the door

“n-no! im fine, really!”

“c’mon y/n, let me in so i can at least make sure you don’t die in there” he laughed

there was absolutely no way to hide this

“okay but… please don’t freak out” you said as you quickly started to look for a t shirt to put on

all you had on were loose boxers but they felt weird. you didn’t have any bras, obviously, and so you had no choice but to wear a tight fitting white wife beater

“i wont” alexis said softly

“close your eyes”

he obliged and you carefully unlocked the door, leading him into the bedroom

“before you open your eyes, i think i need to—“

he opened his eyes and his mouth dropped

“um… what…?”

“please let me explain!”

“okay, who are you… i get it if you wanted an autograph or a picture but what the hell?? why are you in my house right now?”

“what?… alexis! i’m not some crazed fan that broke in! it’s me.. it’s y/n..” you exclaimed

“no you’re not, what the fuck are you talking about! look, i don’t believe in hitting women but if you don’t leave my goddamn house in three seconds, you’re toast buddy!” he yelped and picked up the nearest weapon like thing which just so happened to be a lamp

you blinked at his attempt at being tough and burst out laughing uncontrollably

“lady! i am so serious! what the hell is wrong with you? oh my god… you escaped a mental hospital and you’re using my house as a hideout aren’t you?!”

you couldn’t stop laughing at him, this was just way too hilarious!

“okay i am dialing 911–“

“wait! please… just listen to me okay? i didn’t expect for this to happen… but it’s me. it’s y/n”

“you really are a nut, aren’t you?”

“i can prove it! look… it’s the matching tattoo we got when we were 18” you pulled your t shirt down to show the tattoo littered on your collarbone

he put down the lamp and sat on your bed. he didn’t know what to think. he nervously ran his hand through his hair

“oh god… how did this—?”

“i—i” you stuttered, trying to figure out if you should tell him the truth

“i swear you didn’t have tits the last time i saw you… and your face looks so… different” he softly held your chin in his hand, studying your newly feminine features

“brujeria” you blurted out, cheeks flushed with his touch on your face igniting a fire inside your chest

“w-what?”

“i… my family does brujeria and i tried this new thing and i swear i didn’t expect it to work! ive heard of it working but ive never seen it for myself and well…”

“so… you did this to yourself?”

you nodded, almost feeling shame

“but why?”

“i had a talk with my cousin in mexico and well… you told me you wished that i were a girl…. and i thought maybe things could be easier this way, better, even. i really didn’t think it would happen…”

“so…” alexis cleared his throat, “you’re um, fully a female now?” his face turned red in an instant and you couldn’t help but laugh

“yeah, i mean, i went to use the bathroom and that’s when i noticed…”

“no way…”

“yeah..”

“and so… why are you practically naked?” he laughed nervously, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants

“dude! look at these fucking tits! i don’t own any bras and god they’re already giving me back pain.. i need to get dressed so i can go back and see my cousin or see a doctor! i can’t stay like this—”

he stayed quiet for a while before saying breathlessly,

“i don’t want you to go”

“i… i have to go… i have to fix this” you said quietly as you began to rummage through your drawers to find suitable underwear since you obviously didn’t own any panties. you changed into boxer briefs and shrugged. it would have to do

alex quietly stood from where he was sitting and he stood behind you, looking down at you with a look on his face that you’ve never seen before

“god.. you’re so tall” you whispered as you stopped what you were doing and looked up at him

“you’re so fucking short, it’s really cute” he smiled before grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder

“hey! what the hell! put me down!” you squirmed in his arms and that earned a harsh smack to your boxer clad ass

he took you to his bedroom and practically threw you onto his bed. he stared at you with the same look as before, his eyes filled with lust, as he threw his beanie to the ground and took off his t shirt. he threw his shirt somewhere behind him before slowly making his way to you.

you were sat up with your knees to your chest against the wall

“u-uhm.. why um.. why are we here? i told you i have to go!! i have to fix this shit” you rambled nervously, earning a deep chuckle from alexis

“shh, just let me admire you..” he was now next to you on the bed as he carefully tucked your hair behind your ear

“what are we doing alex?” your whisper dissipated into the thick tense air surrounding the two of you

alexis didn’t respond, instead he gently grabbed the hem of your t shirt and pulled it off of your body. your new set of tits were now on display, your nipples perking up instantly as your best friend trailed his fingertips along your chest. you hiss at the sensation of his cold hands and you feel something beginning to build up inside, just beneath your bellybutton

“o-okay…i get it, it get it. this is about that stupid thing we talked about! look, it was funny back then but right now it’s not okay, i need to see my cousin or a fucking doctor!”

“you mean that thing about how if one of us woke up as a chick then we’d fuck?” he laughed, now trailing his fingers underneath your chin

“y-yeah but it was hypothetical! i didn’t think we’d ever actually be in this situation i mean, it’s just not normal!”

“so, do you want me to stop?” he murmured against your neck, leaving tiny butterfly kisses there

“i-i don’t know okay? but it doesn’t help when you’re touching me and you have your lips on me and god damn i forgot how sexy you looked without a shirt on…”

“you think this is easy for me? feel what you do to me, baby girl” he guided your hand to his clothed dick and your eyes went wide with how hard he was

“oh my god… stop it! fucking shit dude! you can’t just have me touching your dick! a-and now im fucking leaking or something, i don’t know! it’s all warm and wet down here! i don’t know what to do!” you complained, almost whining, not realizing that what you needed was him inside of you

“yeah? i bet your tight little cunt is soaked, isn’t it?” he asked, almost hovering above you

you couldn’t respond, you were too overwhelmed with so many emotions at once

alexis began to lean into you more and more and god it was getting harder to resist him as his strong cologne infiltrated your little brain

finally, his lips were on yours. he kissed you so gently, as if at any moment you could break. you pulled him closer to you and wrapped your arms around his toned back, melting into him

one of his hands balanced him above you while his other hand began to play with your perky tits. you were grinding into him as he rolled your sensitive nipple in between his thumb and forefinger

“o-oh my god! that feels amazing..” you bucked into him more, rubbing your cunt against his leg. you were so frustrated and begging silently for any kind of friction

“slow down princesa, there’s no rush. i promise ill take care of you, okay?” he said in a sweet voice that only turned you on even more

you nodded and your eyebrows furrowed together as his mouth was now attached to one of your boobs, the other was pinching at your already sensitive nipple. you let out soft whimpers as he pawed at your chest delightfully

“g-god… this feels so wrong but so fucking good” you said breathlessly, earning a little laugh from the boy above you

his lips kissed and sucked a trail lower and lower until he reached your boxers. he licked his lips and hooked his fingers under the waistband, sliding them down your legs. you were trembling as he kissed down the front of your pussy. finally, he ran his tongue flat against what you now knew was your clit. your hands instantly buried themselves in his soft hair, pulling it in the process

“you okay?” he asked, pausing for a second. you nodded furiously and he got back to work instantly

his tongue ran circles around the bundle of nerves that were now throbbing. you bucked your hips further into his face without even noticing

suddenly, you felt a finger at your entrance. it stung ever so slightly and immediately turned into pleasure as he curved it upwards. he pumped his finger into you and continued lapping at your swollen bud. the second he added another finger, tears were rolling down your face

“just like that! oh fuck..” you cursed, back arching as you reached up and clung onto his bedsheets

alex was basically making out with your clit now. his two long fingers were curved perfectly inside of you. you were bouncing on his fingers at this point. it all felt so so good

“you taste so good y/n” alex said as he came up for air momentarily

your hands came down and were now shoving his face in between your trembling thighs. his tongue moved even faster now, syncing with his fingers that were plunging into you.

you were restless, squirming and writhing as the sound of your moans and your wetness filled the room. you felt yourself chasing your climax. your thighs clamped shut, forcing alex to stay right there and not move an inch.

as your walls clenched around your best friend’s fingers, alex was being completely engulfed in your sweet pussy. his fingers curved up one more time inside of you and your body paused completely.

you saw stars and felt yourself leaking cum out onto his fingers. you caught your breath and closed your eyes. after a few moments, alex broke the silence

“so… was i any good?” alex asked, wiping your juices from his chin, a shit eating grin on his lips

“shut your mouth and take off your pants” you rolled your eyes

alexis laughed loudly and obliged, gaking off the remaining clothes he had on. you instantly sat up on your knees, your attention completely on him

you took over, pushing his pants and underwear down in one swift motion. his erection sprang free, and you stared at it with a mix of fascination and hunger. He watched your gaze, feeling a surge of pride and desire that made him ache even more

“holy shit! dude, your dick is huge!” you said in awe, almost drooling

“open up princess” he smiled and pumped himself gently

you opened your mouth gingerly. as he lay his tip on your tongue, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock. your other hand cupped his balls, grabbing at them

“you… you sure you haven’t sucked a dick before? you’re doing this so well” he grunted

“believe it or not, your dick is the first to ever touch these lips” you laughed and took him into your mouth almost entirely

alexis whimpered, one of his hands pushing the back of your head onto him further

of course you choked but alex was still enjoying this and you were definitely taking in every little whiny sound he made

you sucked his tip gently, and looked up at him through your doe eyes with your pupils blown completely, your lips wet and swollen, hair a mess, and alex almost came at the sight

“lay down” he said gently but firmly

you did as he told you and alex propped your legs up as if he were going to eat your pussy a second time. instead, he slipped himself in between your legs and hovered over you

carefully, he entered you, savoring the tightness that surrounded him. you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you adjusted to the sensation of his thickness stretching you. he waited, giving you a moment to breathe, before he began to move.

alex was in pure bliss, loving how warm and tight your cunt was. he completely forgot that this was your first time doing this, involuntarily speeding up before immediately stopping as you made a sound of pain

“okay look i respect you, you have game dude but jesus christ you need to fucking chill ! i’ve never done this shit before… at least not with a pussy” you tried to laugh off the sting

“i am so sorry y/n, you just feel so fucking good around me. i didn’t mean to hurt you, princesa” he spoke with a worried expression on his face

“sit back, okay?” you said suddenly and alex laid down, watching you crawl into his lap. a smirk made its way onto his face as he realized what you were doing

you straddled him, slowly taking him into you as you sat all the way down on his lap. you still felt some pain but it wasn’t as bad. you slowly lifted yourself up and slid back down again, your hand on his belly as he watched you intently

you gasped as his fingers pressed against your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. your hips picked up the pace, seeking more, and he eagerly gave it, his movements growing more deliberate with every moan that escaped your lips.

“take it like a good girl… “ alexis groaned as his head fell back in pleasure

you continued to move, his cock hitting you at the perfect angle inside and the pressure of his digits on your clit motivating you to go faster

“that’s it, princess” alexis praised as he watched you bounce up and down

his free hand found your breasts, kneading them as you rode him, your breaths growing more ragged with every thrust

“oh god, you’re so fucking deep! a-alex!” you moaned as you rode his cock

your pace was slowing down as you were growing tired. alex sat up and held you close. your arms rested around his neck and you kissed him passionately as he thrusted into you while you sat on his lap

“say my name again baby, say it” he kissed you on the mouth roughly as his hands held your hips in place and he fucked into you faster now

“alex! fuck… i’ve wanted your cock inside of me for so fucking long, i need more, please!” you pleaded

your eyes locked onto his, teeth biting down on your lower lip as you felt another orgasm building. your walls tightened around him, and you could see the effect it was having on him, his jaw clenching and his eyes darkening with lust. you leaned forward, your breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered into his ear, "I'm going to cum on your big fucking cock”

your movements grew erratic as alex pushed you back slightly, giving you a new angle for him to fuck you senselessly in. the two of you made a sort of ‘v’ shape in this new position as you leaned away from one another and your sex met his in perfect rhythm

your nails dug into his hands that were on your hips, leaving half-moons that would surely bruise. he didn't care, the pain only added to his pleasure, heightening every sensation

the sight was too much for him. your fucked out expression begging for more, your supple tits bouncing as your hips crashed together. he lost control, his orgasm ripping through him like a storm. he filled you with his warmth, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into you.

you came immediately after he did, loving the way you felt his thick cock twitch inside of you

you stopped moving and collapsed onto his chest, your breathing ragged and your heart pounding like a drum in her ears. alexis wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as your breathing gradually returned to normal

“you okay?” he asked, he felt your body trembling again

“yeah, just hold me okay?” you nuzzled into his chest

“okay” he said, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader #quackity fanfic #quackity x y/n #quackity smut

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bearw-me · 1 year ago

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Could I request headcannons of the Hazbin Hotel Crew/Staffs Reactions to a batman or moon knight like hero appearing in hell and somehow drastically taking down its crime. (Let's just say they got the information from the news or something)

i didn't know you could request in blue (cutee) and also: AWESOME request!

𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐐒 ft : gender neutral!reader, charlie morningstar, alastor, vaggie, angel dust, nifty, husk, sir pentious. katie killjoy mentioned 𐐒 cw : none 𐐒 summary : the news broadcast of a hero in hell is finally being covered, you figured it wouldn't take that long for gossip to spread. . . and it reaches all the way up to the hotel 𐐒 note : tried a format swap! is. . . is it working? + the reader IS gender neutral, only nifty and angel make their typical jokes (plz have mercy on me)

It wouldn't take long for you to show up in the news. Wrapping up your knuckles with medical tape while the television droned on in the background. You listen absentmindedly, occasionally flexing your fingers to see if you still had the ability to move them in the temporary restraints.

And that's when you hear it:

"Local denizens of hell have been reporting unusual sightings of a so-called 'hero' that has appeared in hell."

You glanced over your shoulder, the blue glow of the television screen the only light source in the room.

Katie Killjoy rambled on about a local crime ring falling, a thing you took care of not-so-quietly last night.

There were shadowy pictures of you plastered all over the screen, obnoxious 'eye-catching' titles and arrows surrounding the images.

You sighed, turning away from the gossip and focusing on tacking the medical tape down firmly to your wrist.

It wouldn't be long before all of hell was wondering: what was happening?

Charlie Morningstar! watches the broadcast with her mouth ajar, and when its abruptly cut out she squeals! She's so excited others are motivated to improve hell and are actually helping out! She's definitely someone to see the good in you first. Especially when the broadcast depicts the steady decline of crime in that area of Pentagram city. This is such a good sign!

Alastor! Walks in on everyone staring at the screen. Hates that the tv is on, but watches with interest at the headlines, head cocking to the side so he can be sure he's hearing this correctly. 'Hero'. Is that what they were calling you? He doesn't know what to think of it, but it sure is interesting enough to wonder about you and look into it further. How entertaining.

Vaggie! Is skeptical, she's watching with her arms crossed and brows narrowed, even when the numbers and stats are read out-loud. Maybe the hosts or the channel needed something to broadcast and spiked the numbers. . . or your an aspiring overlord looking for fame and fortune down here. Whatever you're up to, she's sure it can't be out of the goodness of your heart.

Angel-Dust! Is probably lounged on the couch next to Charlie and Vaggie, raising an eyebrow at the news. He makes a joke about how he loves a man in uniform. . . or a mask. Definitely watching how that suit fits you, but he's also a little weary, no matter how hot you are, he (like everyone else watching) doesn't know what to really make of you just yet.

Nifty! Stopped her obsessive cleaning to see what all the commotion is about. Eventually she weaves her way up to the tv screen and stares at your caped image with a sinister smile "Ooh a bad boy!" She genuinely likes how unconventional you are. She'd like to meet you.

Husk! Is watching from over everyone's heads, taking a sip from his flask and listening in instead of gossiping with everyone. He's seen hells hierarchy and the way things work out down here. He's not sure what to make of it. . . but he is interested 'to each their own'. Husk definitely wants to watch or listen out for more though.

Sir Pentious! Slithers up to the couch and starts complaining. He was just on the news! He should've been the one on the broadcast in some amazing story! But when everyone finally manages to shush him and keep listening, he gets all sparkly-eyed at the heroic story that seems to be unfolding before him. Quietly thinks you're really cool and ends up your biggest fan. Especially if you have gadgets and stuff you built yourself!

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guitarriffsolo · 1 year ago

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-Cunnilingus-

Verosika Mayday x Reader one shot

You worked in Verosika’s studio. You were her main stylist and put together 99% of the iconic outfits she wore on stage and for public appearances.

Reader is technically GN but said to be wearing makeup

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I was making plans for the next outfit as Verosika was currently touring the 7 rings of hell when she kicked the door open and screamed.

“I hate work! I hate people! And I’m so fucking sick of this tour!”

I hardly knew how to respond to her outburst so I opted to just watching her melt down.

“Do you have a goddamn problem Y/N?!?!”

I stand up out of my desk, I could nearly swear this would be the third meltdown this week.

“Would you like a drink Verosika?”

She sighed and tried to calm down

“Get me a strawberry daiquiri and make it fast.”

I walk over to the mini bar and make a quick drink. I suppose one of the reasons Verosika enjoyed me so much was my past bartending experience before moving into the fashion industry. I hand her the requested drink, she takes a sip and nearly moans at the taste.

“You are fucking awesome Y/N.”

I sit down with my own drink and take a sip.

“So what happened now to get your panties in such a twist?”

“Come take me panties off if you’re so concerned about them..”

I raise an eyebrow but Verosika’s expression doesn’t falter.

“Did I stutter?”

She’s so nonchalant with her offer as she takes another sip of her fruity drink. I had of course heard she would hook up with employees before but me and her had never gone at it. I wasn’t opposed to the idea, nobody could deny that Verosika Mayday was smoking hot.

I set down my drink and choose to respond.

“Get a little closer and tell me what ya want pretty girl.”

Her expression is nearly giddy for a moment before walking over and wrapping a strand of my hair around her finger and giving a twirl.

“You know how to eat pussy baby? I could really use an orgasm for my nerves,”

“Can I kiss you?”

Verosika nods and I lean in for a kiss. I swipe my tongue across her lips and she instantly gets the message and opens up her mouth. My tongue darts in and I can taste the rum in her saliva.

I slither down to the floor to get on knees.

“C’mon baby I’ve neen dying to hook up with ya one of these days, I can just tell you would amazing head.”

Praises effortlessly rolled off the pop stars tongue as I hitched up her hot pink skirt relieving black panties with two pink X’s on either hip.

“You’re already soaking, I havent even done anything,”

My smirk grows and Verosika rests further into the couch.

“Maybe I’m fuckin stressed horny, I don’t know baby but I need ya so bad,”

I oblige the pleading tone and pull her panties down to her ankles revealing a glistening and soaked cunt.

I hitch one leg over my shoulder and push the other one out to give me all the access I needed to bring Verosika onto a mind blowing orgasm.

I start to gently kiss up her thigh as my red lipstick leaves a trail of kiss marks. I hum against her warm skin.

A drop of her slick falls onto my cheek and I lick it up. I swallow the drop then open my mouth to show off. Verosika is nearly moaning just at the sight of my actions.

“Satan why haven’t we done this sooner?”

“Ya never asked.”

I say with my shit eating grin as I lick a stripe between her folds. Verosika brings both hands up to her mouth and gasps out a hitched moan.

Verosikas hands reach into my locks and I can feel her fresh acrylics leaving the perfect scratch on my scalp. My mouth is around her clit and my moan sends vibrations through her cunt.

I drink her juices and eat her out like she’s my last meal in hell. I feel as if I would’nt care if I dropped dead at this point knowing this was the last thing I did.

My tongue enters her as I fuck her in and out. It really was amazing that certain imps including myself had forked tongues, really added spice to these situations.

Verosika bucks her hips up as she chases her chance to pour cum all over my face. My lipstick was smeared and I’m sure my base was messy. It was all worth it to hear the pop star moan out my name and squirm beneath my touch.

I lick back up to swirl my tongue around her clit then I bring two fingers to enter her sopping wet hole. When I curl my fingers it seems to hit the perfect bundle of nerves.

“Satan! Yes! Y/N don’t stop I swear on my fucking life I will kill you if you stop. Holy shit hit right there and keep that hot mouth around my clit!”

Verosika moaned and babbled whatever came to mind as my fingers thrusted in rhythm with the way I would sink in my cheeks around her now swollen bud.

“Mm not stopping V..”

I reassure her and speed up the way I finger bang her. I can tell she’s close when the way she moves her hips gets sloppy and her moans transition into screams.

My teeth ever so gently bite around her clit. Not at all painful, a simple graze but it seems that little touch did it.

Verosika cries out and only then do I notice the mascara dripping down her cheeks. Milky cum squirts over my face and I drink whatever I can catch in my mouth.

“Oh you’re so perfect Y/N..”

Verosika seems pretty out of it and I get up off my knees to grab a damp towel. I first wipe what cum was left over on my face before moving onto to cleaning Verosika. I wipe gently as I knew she was still sensitive.

Verosika already seemed ready to pass out and luckily there was a nearby blanket. I place it over her and fix her messy hair a bit.

“We gotta do that again baby,” She mumbles but she can barely keep her eyes open.

I giggle a bit before responding.

“Get some sleep princess, we’ll talk when you’re rested,”

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Woo first one shot of this blog!

I hope this was good considering I’m not used to writing hook ups and much prefer established relationships😭

Hope you enjoyed masturbating to this slut mwah 💋

(I know yall get off to tumblr blogs don’t even lie to me)

#verosika mayday #helluva boss verosika #verosika x reader #helluva boss #helluvaverse #oneshot

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fandoms--fluff · 1 month ago

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Ouija board

Younger sister reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: You find a ouija board and drag Hope into using it. Which conspires to be a very eventful afternoon.

A/n: It feels like forever since I've written a Hope fic.

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"Hey Hope, look what I found in the attic!" You bound into the room, an old wooden rectangular shape box in your hand. Your older sister can't see what it is exactly, but knowing you found it in the attic, are excited, and not showing the whole thing right away, there is no way this is going to end well. For either of you.

"No thanks. Knowing you, it's probably some torture device our family had in the 19th century" Hope states, attempting to get out of whatever the hell you're so excited about. "I promise it's not a torture device...at least that's not what it was originally made to be. But some people have mixed feelings which don't matter...Anyways. Come over here!" You grab her hand and start dragging her down to the basement.

"Oh, uh-uh. No way am I going down into the basement with you and some sort of torture-not torture box thing." Hope's eyes widen. And for once, your family buds in at the right time. At least that's what Hope believes and how happy she is that your guys' dad comes over to you guys.

You let out a huff, letting go of the basement door handle, but keeping your grip on hope's hand to make sure she can't run away. - Which sounds more stalkerish than you intend. But oh well.

"Now what is this commotion about?" Klaus raises a brow at the two of you and the grip you have on Hope. As well as the old box between your side and arm that he can't put his finger exactly on what it is, but it does look familiar.

"Y/n's dragging me to the basement for apparently for some excitement with what may or may not be some torture implement" Hope tells him. Concern washes over your father's face as he looks back and forth between you and Hope. "Hey! It's not a torture implement. Only some fun." You defend your plans.

"Which has to be done in the basement?" Klaus raises a brow at his youngest daughter in question. "Yeah. It has to be dark enough. The courtyard won't suffice." You point out more casually than it would be deemed normal in most families.

Klaus sighs, not seeing any harm. "You sure there's no sharp objects or murder weapons in that box?" He asks. "And that you won't use anything in the basement. Anything. To hurt your sister?" He turns his look fully to you, with his 'dad' look.

"Yes, Daddy. There are no sharp objects in the box and I promise you I won't hurt my sister. Maybe a little mentally, but definitely not physically. I'm not that cruel." You bring out the big guns by calling your dad that childish term, knowing despite his scary exterior, he melts for it every time.

"Okay. Have fun. Just don't hold your sister hostage for too long" He says, falling in for your name for him like all the other times. After a moment of Hope's mouth gaping, your guys' dad walks away.

"Oh, you're good" Hope scoffs, head thrown back as you open the basement door. "Thank you, thank you very much" You smirk. "Not. A compliment." She grounds out, following you down the creaking and steep stairs.

"Don't worry. Trust me, it'll be fun!" You say and smile at her when you guys reach the bottom. "Last time you said something would be 'fun', we ended up running away from a very angry bull." She bites back. "Oh, that trip to the zoo was awesome." you nod to yourself and let go of Hope's hand, going to one of the small old tables down there. You wave a hand and the candles down here all spark up in flame.

"Not what I meant" Hope sighs but follows you to the dusty table. She kneels beside you and finally sees the wooden box and the contents of what you're pulling out of it. She looks over the surface of the big wooden piece you pull out and her eyes immediately widen. "Oh, hell no! Y/n, we are not playing around with a ouija board!" She exclaims, fear sparking on her facial features.

"Hell yes! Come on, please, i promise nothing bad will happen. And if we do come in contact with a ghost then we'll make sure it's like Casper, a friendly ghost" You smile, and put the planchette in the middle of the board.

"Oh and how will you make sure it's a good ghost exactly?" Hope questions, her face scrunching at the sight of the board. "...We'll see." You pause for a moment again.

"Now come on, please!" You jut out your bottom lip. She sees the puppy look your making with the candle light. "...Fine." She sighs, slumping in her position on the ground.

"Yes!" Your face lights up. "But" She holds up a finger. "If a ghost starts haunting us, I'm going to kill you" Hope gives you a pointed look.

Now in reality, you know your sister would never kill you, it just means she's seriously going to get you back and be a bit mad at you for the next week or so. "Deal" you grin and place two of your fingers from each hand on the planchette.

Your older sister sighs before following your lead in placing her fingers just under yours on the wooden piece. "Yes, okay." You take a deep breath. "Is there anyone here?" You ask awkwardly, making Hope attempt to hold back a snort of a chuckle. "Shut up" you mumble.

Then before you both can either say anything else, you feel a movement underneath your finger tips. "Holy shit. Hello, are you a good ghost or bad ghost?" You ask.

Hope lets out a squeak of fear as the planchette moves to the bottom of the board. It stops above the 'Yes'. "Yes? Yes to what? Y/n, I swear if this is a bad ghost, I am never speak to you again."

"..okay. I can live with that...Please be a good ghost" You whisper the last part at the board as if your older sister isn't a mere foot away and can hear you. "Really" She deadpans. She doesn't receive an answer from you as you look back at where the planchette is still.

"What's your name, ghosty? Or should I just name you ghosty?"

The planchette starts moving towards the letters. "....M....I....K..ooh, ooh, Mickey Mouse!" You say excitedly. "That's not how Mickey is spelled- Oh" Hope corrects you before her attention is drawn back to the moving piece. The piece continues to move to A.....E....L.

"Mikel?" You pronounce wrong. "Really? Mikael...Oh no." Hope puts it together. "Y/n take your hands away, stop. Now!" Hope is almost yelling as she frantically moves away from the board.

"What- why?" You get cut off. "Now!" Hope repeats. "Okay, okay, geeze! What's wrong?" You remove your hands from the planchette before standing up and going over to sit next to your older sister. "Mikael. Does that ring any bells in your head?" Hope looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"So? It's a dude-oh. Mikael as in our evil dead, dead, vampire grandfather" You finally put together, chuckling nervously. "Hah, uh...sorry?" Your chuckles die down at the growing fury on Hope's face.

"We're burning that thing." She takes another look at the wooden board, box, and planchette. She turns back to look at you. "You're burning that."

"Alright, alright!" You sigh in annoyance. "But I think it's still a really cool piece of-" "Burn it!"

"Okay!" You flick your wrist and they burst into flames. The magic of the fire burn them to a crisp in record time, turning them into charcoaled ashes.

"Now, let's get out of here!" Hope pulls you up with her and basically drags you up the stairs this time compared to how you dragged her down earlier. "Hey! you don't needa grip that tight" Your eyebrows ruffle as she shuts the basement door.

"Okay, I'm sorry. But in good news, i don't think we fully re-awakened Mikael!" You exclaim, trying to lighten the mood. Before Hope can respond, another voice carries down the hallway. "Excuse me, what did you just say, sweetheart?" Your uncle Elijah appears seemingly out of nowhere.

"Nothing" You and Hope both immediately say. "Hey, look, pretty things." You point down the hall in the other direction. "Let's go" You whisper to your sister. And you guys bolt down the hall to a room far away from your guys' uncle.

"Bye Uncle Elijah!" You yell mid way through your escape.

#hope mikaelson #hope marshall #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson x sister reader #hope mikaelson x younger sister reader #hope mikaelson x sister #mikaelson reader #klaus mikaelsonn #elijah mikaelson #mikael #mikaelson #cute #imagines #fluff #writing #thevampirediaries #fanfic #theoriginals #legacies

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demigodsanswer · 5 months ago

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Your modern royalty AU is *chefs kiss*

Thank you thank you, I'm enjoying it! Here's just a little more!

part one | part two

Annabeth woke up to a hard knock on the door. Her face was buried in one of Percy's soft pillows, and his chest was pressed up against her back, holding her in a comfortable little spoon position. Percy Jackson was an excellent cuddler, which was on her "must have" list for a future prince consort. Not that she was thinking that far ahead.

"Pedro Felipe Juan de Todos," a male voice yelled into their room. Annabeth was only half awake, and thought distantly, who the hell is Pedro?

"Qué?" Percy called back.

Oh right, Annabeth thought. He was Pedro. "Jackson" was his mother's maiden name, the Duke's second wife. He was her only son. And "Percy" was ... she actually had no idea if "Percy" was any part of his legal name. (She herself was Ambritt Ingrid and then several long Swedish names almost no one ever bothered with. Princess Annabeth, or Princess Ambritt if she was home-side, was much easier).

"[Is her royal highness Princess Annabeth of Sweden in there with you?] The man asked.

"[Who wants to know?]" Percy asked back.

"[Her security detail.]"

Annabeth tried to keep a neutral, uninformed face, remembering that she led him to believe she did not speak Spanish last night.

"Sorry about my brother. Your people are looking for you," Percy said.

Annabeth looked at her phone. She'd missed a call from her dad. Kings generally did not like being left to go to voicemail.

"I have to call my dad back," she said, sitting up. Percy sat up with her. She let her eyes roam over his chest again. He had a bite mark on one of his pecks. She hadn't meant to bite him that hard.

The night before had been ... wow. The sex had been some the best, but he was, well, just fun. She liked him. She liked him a lot. Annabeth smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"[You are such a gorgeous woman. I don't know how I've gotten so lucky to enjoy you in my bed two nights in a row,]" he'd muttered to her in Spanish the night before when he thought she couldn't understand. He turned her on, sure, but he also gave her butterflies. He was, in Annabeth's opinion, kind of the perfect Prince Charming.

And a Prince Charming she had to be honest with.

"Percy, about last night --" she started. I know what you were saying, she thought, and it was so kind. I'm sorry for lying. But I feel --

While she was planning her speech, Percy interrupted her.

"It can't happen again."

Annabeth leaned back, grabbing the sheets to cover the bare chest on instinct. "What?" She asked, suddenly confused about how the night before had gone. "Why not? What happened?"

Percy looked shocked and then a bit scared. "No, no, I'm sorry," he reached for her but she leaned back, so he settled for running a hand through his sleep messed hair. "I thought that's what you were going to say," he explained.

"Oh," Annabeth said, relaxing a little. "That wasn't even a little bit what I was going to say."

Percy's eyes lit up. "Really?" He asked.

"I was going to say," Annabeth scooted closer. It maybe wasn't the best time for the Spanish confession. "I was going to say that I had a great time last night." She let the sheet fall down. "And not just the sex, but that was amazing. It was really fun hanging out with you. And I'd like to keep hanging out with you."

Percy nodded. "Yeah, yeah, that'd be awesome!" He said with a wide smile.

"How much longer are you in Paris?" She asked.

"A few days, then I go back to New York," he said.

"Me too," she said. "I have a private tour of the catacombs today. If you want to join me?"

"Dark, underground tunnels full of dead bodies? Sounds like a great date spot," he said.

"I think so," Annabeth said with a smile. "Let me just call my dad back."

Before she could reach for her phone, Percy snuck a hand into her hair and pulled her in for another kiss, pressing gently on the back of her neck to bring their mouths together. Annabeth sank into it, not caring about morning breath or anything. He was a dangerously good kisser. Annabeth didn't stand a chance.

The King of Sweden picked up on the first ring, as if he didn't have better things to do than wait for his daughter to call.

"Hi, Daddy, I'm alive and perfectly safe," she said.

Percy raised an eyebrow at her and mouthed daddy? At her. She frowned and mouthed back thin ice.

He just chuckled. She'd given him a little honesty and now she wasn't scary any more? She'd have to find some way to fix that.

"[Are you still with Percy?"] Her dad asked her in Swedish, not worrying about titles for a boy so much lower in status than him. Although, her dad never seemed rude when he ignored titles. He just seemed like a normal dad. Annabeth liked that the most about her father.

"I am," she said. "He's going to join me at the catacombs today. I'm going to call Hugo to pick us up in a few minutes and bring us back to the hotel before we go over."

"[Why are you speaking English?]" He asked.

"Uh..." How did she explain that she was pretty close to getting her childhood crush to finally date her, and she didn't need her muppet voice ruining it? She got a little quieter. "[Percy is still here. It just seems rude to speak a language he doesn't in front of him,]" she said rapidly.

She felt Percy's arms snake around her, and he planted a kiss to her cheek.

"[Alright sweetheart. Be safe, stay in touch,]" her father said. She wondered if he would worry so much if he had remarried and given the nation a few spares. But after her mother died, he simply declared that Annabeth was more than enough for him and for the country. It did make Annabeth feel rather special.

"[Love you too,]" she promised, before hanging up the phone.

"I'm sorry I said you sound like a muppet," Percy said again, still holding onto her. "You actually sound really cute. You're voice is higher when you speak Swedish," he said.

"I'm glad you think so," she said, "because I need to call my driver, and he only speaks Swedish."

A few minutes later, her security and rides were arranged. Percy took a quick shower and got dressed. She showered with him to cut down on water, to prove she did in fact care about the environment.

Percy got dressed in a crisp button down and a pair of jeans.

Annabeth only had her clothes from the night before. "I guess you got your wish," she said, as she rebuttoned her wrinkled blouse. "Walk of --" certainly not shame "--satisfaction," she landed on.

Percy smirked and picked up her panties. "Commando or dirty undies?" He asked.

Annabeth reached into her purse and pulled out a clean pair. "You think I'd suffer the indignity of either? I'm always prepared," she told him. He handed her the dirty pair as she slipped the clean ones on under her skirt.

Annabeth shook her head. "You keep them," she said. "But if I find them for sale online, that will be an act of war," she promised.

Percy stashed them under his pillow, and she was pretty sure he whispered awesome to himself.

A few minutes later, they were in the car back to her hotel. She'd been promised security had cleared out any paparazzi, but she was emotionally ready for them to be pictured together again.

Percy was humming something next to her. It sounded familiar. Annabeth wracked her brain trying to place it.

It's time to play the music. It's time to light the light.

"Is that the fucking Muppets theme song?" She asked.

Percy stopped and started laughed. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't --"

"Bullying!" She accused. "I'm being bullied!"

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #modern royals au

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usernameforaboredcat · 2 years ago

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Head Over Heels (Law X TomBoyF!Reader)

(A little dabble I thought while taking a piss 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 like 3 minutes ago)

Warnings⚠: None

[Part 1/?]

Law meets Luffys older (by like a year) sister who honestly the type of girl he’d imagine being the big sister to the Straw Hat and BOY is she just fiiiiiiiine!

3 brothers!

Imagine growing up with 3 idiot brothers with only one of them being less stupid. Fist fights, rolling around in mud and dirt, covered in blood from hunting, needing a bath every night to not get sick. Haha God I love those idiots!

Law doesn’t know why he’s here, walking down a random street on a random island with the idiot Straw Hat Luffy. As the two walk, Luffy lets out a loud yell as he sees a familiar older girl walking down the street. “HEEEEEEY! (YYYYY/NNN)!”. He calls way too loudly, drawing the attention of everyone including the girl. She turns in confusion, the gasps as she looks over with wide eyes and a bright smile.

Luffy jolts off over to the girl, the Captain of the Heart Pirates groaning as he slowly walks to catch up. He sees her wearing baggy long pants and a bikini, saddles and a small pack bag through the belt parts of her pants. Luffy jumps and hugs her, who hugs him back. “No way! It’s so good to see you again little dude!”. She greets him. “I’ve missed you so much!”. Luffy cries. (Y/n) pulls off the younger kid, putting him in a headlock as she ruffles his hair with his knuckles.

“You little fuck! I thought your ass was dead you little shit! Scared me half to death! I swore I saw the light!”. She snaps at him angrily, tightening her hold as he starts to choke. “I-I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me!”. Luffy breathes out, spazzing in her hold.

The Heart Pirate Captain finally catches up, looking at the two with a raised eyebrow. “The hell are you?”. (Y/n) asks the taller man, looking up at him. A thump goes through his whole body, strange. “Th-this is my friend!”. Luffy chokes out, now trying to pull her arm away. “No shit! Can’t believing you made a friend that isn’t some 30 year old guy!”. She says happily.

Law looks at his now turning blue friend, his cheeks reddening at the sign of his face so squished against her boob. “Hope this little turd hasn’t been too much of a pain in the ass”. She tells him, finally letting go of Luffy to let him fall to the ground. ‘Yes, he has been a giant pain in my fucking ass’. “No, not at all”. He responds. ‘Damn it!’.

She then hums, getting on her tippy toes and leans right up into his face. “Holy crap! You’re that Law guy! I heard about you! Your bounty is like crazy high at like 3,000,000,000 berries!”. She points out in shock. “Yeah! Isn’t he awesome!”. Luffy cheers, now back on his feet. “It is quite impressive, I must say”. She hums, holding her chin with her hand as she nods.

“Uh…th-thanks”. He mutters, gripping the brim of his hat to lower it to hide his slowly growing blush. ‘What’s with this woman? Why am I like this? Damn it!’. “So, whatchu up to these days?”. Luffy asks his older sister, the two turning to each other. “Oh ya know, just traveling around looking for anything to do! Probably doing the least to piss off the old man out of us kids”. She answers, leaning with her hand on her hip.

“How bout you? I’ve seen that your bounty has only been goin up so ya still trying to be King of the Pirates?”. She asks. “Yep! And it’s only gonna go up and I’m gonna be king!”. He responds happily. She chuckles at her little brother. “I believe it! Remember I’ve been your number one supporter since day one”. She reminds him, nudging his arms with her elbow.

She then turns back to the other captain, feeling an arrow go through his heart when her eyes meet his. “Mind if I hang with you guys for a while? Just for a bit, I wanna catch up with my baby brother”. She asks him oh so kindly. Law felt as if his heart stopped, chocking and spitting out his own spit. Luffy laughs at his reaction while his sister just stares.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out a handkerchief, holding it out to him. “Do you…need this?”. She asks nervously, never really seeing a guy act like this before in her life. “Uh…”. He takes the handkerchief from her, feeling the soft fabric on his fingers. “Thanks”. He thanks, raising it to clean his face. “Oh man! You should have seen your face!”. Luffy laughs at his older friend.

He holds the handkerchief back to her, her hand grazing his as she takes it back. Her finger tips are as soft as silk, her fingers smoothly sliding off his. Laws nose suddenly bursts, blood gushing out his nose like a hose. “Holy crap!”. The girl yelps, jumping back while Luffy bursts out laughing again. “Hahaha! Now you’re like Sanji!”. He laughs, holding his stomach from all his laughing.

(Y/n) looks at her brother with a concerned expression. “Is he uh…usually like this?”. She asks him. “Hehehe, nope!”. He simply answers. All Law can do it turn away from the two, his face a dark beet red. Never in his life has he been this embarrassed just because of some girl. (Y/n) leans over so she can whisper in Luffys ear. “Should I leave and we catch up a different time?”. She whisper asks him, causing the younger boy to turn and look at her.

“No no it’s fiiiine! Just give him a minute”. He reassures her. She hums as she leans away from her baby brother, then just to lean back over. “He said he acts like a friend of yours, what’s he like?”. She asks him. “Oh you mean Sanji? He usually acts like that around girls, he really likes girls”. Luffy answer. Oh…OH!!! Oh~. “Oh I see~”. She coos, leaning away from her little brother again.

“Huh? Get what?”. Luffy questions. (Y/n) then grabs Laws hand, gaining his attention and causing him to freeze in place. “So Law, are you here for long? Perhaps we can meet up and you can tell me some stories of dumb shit my baby brother has done?”. She asks him, sending him a little wink. His nose starts to bleed again, but he’s able to muster out a nod. “Cool! Now why don’t we go somewhere nice and chat!?”. She says happily, linking arms with her brother and dragging the two down the street.

Trafalgar Law, Died Age 26

Death By Blood Loss & Heart Attack Caused By Luffys Hot Older Sister

#one piece law x you #one piece x reader #one piece law #one piece law x yn #one piece trafalgar law #one piece trafalgar law x reader #one piece trafalgar law x yn #one piece trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x yn #trafalgar law x you

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lo1k-diamonds · 1 month ago

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Unique 💜 Part 2 - Chapter 4

“Maybe he’s the one.”

PAIRING: idol!Namjoon x OFC

SUMMARY: It's a year later when Angie decides to visit Hyejin, both women looking to get away from their problems. But a certain group is just pausing their tour, and old feelings are rekindled when their paths cross.

WORD COUNT: 5.4 k

GENRE: old lovers to ?

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: angst and arguing (between OCs)

A.N. I'm uploading Part 2 every day as I edit it 💜 The girls finally have time for a much-needed girl talk (thank you for the new look, @eerieedits)

Hyejin woke up dazed, shutting off the alarm she had forgotten to deactivate. Usually, she would have gone to work early in the morning, but since she was on vacation, she was free. Yet now she was awake and had a headache.

She grunted and covered her eyes with her hand. It had been hell falling asleep, and now she couldn’t fall asleep again with her head throbbing like that. So, instead, she got up and grabbed her phone to check her messages. She read the latest messages to her husband with a weight in the pit of her stomach.

[You didn’t pick up]

[I’m calling to tell you I’m staying at my parents tonight again]

Along with his replies:

[They need you, that’s good]

[Stay as long as you need to]

She felt nothing at that message but noticed he had answered at 1:22 in the morning. She tossed her phone on the bed, left her room, and quietly crossed her parent's house as she mused about it. She didn’t want to react as coldly, but she wasn’t even surprised he had taken six hours to reply. Nomin not picking up the phone, not answering quickly or while she was awake, and not bothering to call her back weren’t even news anymore. She had spent months upset about it. Now, it was just… predictable. Before, she used to think she was at her limit, but that was because she was mad. Now, she was just—

“Mom,” she called, seeing her sitting at the dining table with her cell phone on the table.

“Oh.” Her mother looked up from her hands with a small smile. “Good morning.”

“Why are you up? It’s five something in the morning,” she asked with a frown before sitting next to her.

“Your brother called. He arrived safely in Chicago.”

Hyejin could immediately tell by her mother’s features that she was sad. Hyejin reached for her hands over the table. “Chicago is an awesome city, he’ll be okay. He will work to get distracted, and he has friends there.”

“He’s running away.”

Hyejin nodded shortly. “It’s his call.”

“He’s doing it for your father—”

“He isn’t,” she quickly interrupted. “He’s doing it because he hates drama, and he can’t deal with the shitstorm caused by his stupidity.”

Her mother sighed. “Your brother is not stupid.”

“No other word can describe what he has done.” Hyejin almost laughed. “You can love him and admit that he is stupid, you know.”

“Hyejin,” her mother’s tone denoted impatience.

“Either way, it’s going to be okay. He agreed to the divorce, and the board readmitted Dad. In a couple of weeks, no one will remember this anymore.”

Her mother nodded slowly. “Your brother will need way more than a couple of weeks. For your father’s sake.”

Hyejin shrugged. “He was fired from this branch and moved to the US. He should stay there for a while.”

Her mother sighed sadly. “It pains me to have him far away. Reminds me of when you did that.”

“I guess we’re taking turns so your heart doesn’t hurt too much.”

Her mother wasn’t amused. “At least you were there to study.” She didn’t hide her worry. “I’m worried about your father’s health. He tries to stay strong, but he’s not young anymore. I know this shook him greatly. To think he’d lose the respect of his friends and peers, his life’s work…”

“That won’t happen.” Hyejin squeezed her hand.

“Thankfully, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t shaken. I proposed that we leave for Japan for a while and rest in the mountains. You know he likes to do that.”

She smiled. “He likes to do that because you like to do that.”

“It keeps us active…” Her mother was pouting, and Hyejin just smiled. “Anyway, fresh air and being away from all of this could do him some good. What do you think?”

“I think it’s perfect. That’s my medical opinion too.”

“Ahh, it’s so nice having a doctor in the family.” Her mother squeezed her hand reassuringly with a warm smile. “Now, don’t forget to tell him that. Forget your medical opinion, though. He wants to hear it from his dear daughter.”

She almost rolled her eyes as her mother moved away to the kitchen. “He already heard it from his dear wife.”

Her mother grinned. “But he’ll be delighted to hear it from you, too.”

Hyejin’s smile stayed on her face as she parked the car in the garage of her apartment building. So far, everything was going well: her father had agreed to leave for Japan that same day for a retreat, and Angie had said she was exhausted after a day of walking Seoul’s touristic attractions and in need of that spa day they had agreed on. Hyejin was instantly excited to have a girl’s day, especially now that her family crisis was managed. But as soon as she entered her apartment, her smile faltered. She was purposefully ignoring a few thoughts and feelings, yet the sight of her husband running around trying to find something just put everything back front and center.

“I’m home,” she voiced, absentmindedly putting her things down at the entrance before stepping inside to see what he was doing.

“Ah, darling, right the one I need.” Nomin gave her a smile and a quick kiss. “Have you seen my old laptop? I thought I had it at the studio, but I can’t find it, and I really need it!”

He was running around, opening every closet and drawer in the living room, and Hyejin didn’t bother hiding her scowl. “It’s not going to be there.”

He pushed things aside and opened boxes before turning to her. “Ah, right! So, where can I find it?”

She suppressed a sigh and took him to the storage room where they had all their old stuff that was likely never to find a place. He instantly lighted up when he saw his old suitcases and started looking for what he needed. Meanwhile, she just crossed her arms and leaned on the doorframe. She was waiting for him to say something, to ask, to care, but she didn’t expect much.

“Ah!” He sounded victorious when he raised a very old-looking black laptop above his head. He shook off the dust from his knees and pants as he got up, then waved the laptop with a smile. “Perfect! There’s a melody I remember composing that should be in here that will revitalize that album! I’m telling you, it will be a hit!”

“Are you going to clean that?”

He leaned in to kiss her on his way out, but her comment made him stagger. “What?”

He turned back to see the mess he had made, with open suitcases lying around whose contents were spread chaotically everywhere, including on the floor.

He shrugged. “You can ask ajumma to clean it later.”

“It's your stuff.”

He wasn’t even listening; he was already going down the hallway. “I don't care. I don't have time for that.”

She nodded, though her features twisted with a hint of contempt. Turning to follow him, she found him already reaching the entry hall. After checking a message, he put his phone down and reached for his shoes.

“This is so good! I'm so happy I found it. I'll mix the track and have it by tonight. I'll send it to you later.”

He sounded excited, but all she could do was feel the storm brewing. She was about to let it go, but she scoffed when he said those words. “What for?”

“For your opinion, of course.” His tone was amused, as if she was asking about the weather, and that was when she lost it.

“Don't bother.”

Her tone was cold, and something finally clicked for him as she turned her back.

“Why not? Honey, we’ve been through this,” he said mellowly as he entered the kitchen after her. “You know your opinion matters a lot to me, even if you have no producing experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She spun around with a fury, facing him head-on. “Who cares! About your songs and tracks and whatever! Are you even going to ask?!”

He took a deep breath. “Your dad called me earlier and told me they're leaving for Japan.”

She raised her hands in exasperation. “So what?! Is that all there is to know? Why do I even bother? You might as well have married him — at least you pick up the phone when he calls.” She scoffed in disbelief, running a hand through her hair.

“You're saying nonsense.” His expression hardened. “We'll talk when you have some rest. I spent the whole night at the studio, and I’m still not finished—”

“Why the fuck did you spend two full nights there already?!”

His exasperation was clear. “To finish the album, Hyejin.”

“Who gives a shit about that?!”

“Are you even listening to yourself?” he snapped, squinted eyes like blades. “Who does? How about your brother, so that this situation goes away quickly? How about your father, so he can show his face again? How about the company, which is being bombarded on every front? The artists and staff and—” He huffed and closed his eyes for a second. “The real question here is how you don't ask yourself these questions. All you care about is how you are feeling, and how you are doing.”

A laugh bubbled up her throat before she could hold it back. The bile rose to her mouth as her mind struggled to take his self-righteousness. She only cared about herself? What was she doing there, if not trying to care about them?

“Has it occurred to you that I've been working for two days nonstop for all these people?” he asked. “To help them all?”

“Has it occurred to you that you should have other priorities?”

His expression hardened. “I’m responsible for many people, for many paychecks.”

“You’re responsible for your family!”

“You're not a baby! Your idea of fixing the problem is for me to stay by your side and hold your hand for two days! That's ridiculous! You want me to help our family? I am! I'm working my ass off for your family!”

“Oh, fuck off! You were excited to receive this assignment, you're proud of it! You might even be happy this whole bullshit is happening, cause then at least you'll gain more recognition!”

His expression sombered. “Really? That's what you think of me?”

“Oh, don’t act like it bothers you! You think I’m a self-absorbed bimbo who doesn’t see reality, but you have something else coming! You think you can fix something like this by working for two days nonstop and dismissing being there, but you're a fucking naive idiot. Oh, right, because I’m not a producer, well news flash: I was raised by one! Two days won't make an inch of a difference for the album or the paychecks. Two days only make a difference for your ego! But for me?”

She stopped, realizing she was finally screaming something that had been stuck inside for a while.

“This is not about you.” He sighed finally, though he was pale. “This is about everyone involved in all these projects, who are the very reason any of this matters.”

She blinked, her lips parted a little, and there was silence. His words were bouncing inside her head with nowhere to go.

He huffed and rubbed his face. “I really need to go and finish this before I lose track. We'll talk about this later once we've calmed down.”

She didn't even nod; he pressed his lips with apprehension and turned to leave, and she felt hopeless. What the heck had she just heard?

“Alright, before I apologize for rescheduling, you have to tell me more about yesterday.” Hyejin grinned while they waited for the healing stone’s heat to pass through and relax their backs. She had turned to Angie, who was grimacing. “What?”

“Damn, it’s hot.”

She chuckled. “That’s the point.” She gave Angie a moment to get used to it, then pushed, “Come on, spill.”

“If we’re talking, then we’re not relaxing, you know?”

Hyejin raised an eyebrow. “I thought it was good, so it would be relaxing…”

“It is good, just… We should have a proper conversation.”

“Alright… We’ll go to the Wood’s lamp room after this.”

Angie just groaned. “And what is that?”

“A room where light helps you detoxify while we just sit in lounge chairs.” She almost sighed. “You’ll like it, and we’ll be able to talk.”

Hyejin closed her eyes, trying to lead by example, but something was on her mind now. She thought Angie had gone sightseeing with Namjoon the day before and spent a busy night, hence why she was tired and in the mood to schedule their spa day. But seeing her friend’s face, she couldn’t help but feel that that had not been the case.

Maybe things had not gone as Hyejin thought they would. Maybe Namjoon started dating someone in the last few weeks since they last talked properly? Or perhaps they just weren’t into each other anymore?

She pursed her lips as the warm stones tried healing her energies. Whatever had happened, she hoped Angie’s expression wasn’t of disappointment. Hyejin wanted her to have a nice time, relax, and return to her life with more strength. If Hyejin’s problems caused her to neglect Angie into feeling off or rejected, then Hyejin would feel even more miserable.

None exactly counted the time, but both were almost falling asleep by the time the session ended. They were sluggish on their way to the room Hyejin had reserved for them. Their white robes had a blue-violet glow as they lay down to relax under the lights.

“Fun fact: this light can be used to diagnose certain skin conditions, particularly infections.”

Angie smiled. “I missed you with your medical fun facts.”

“Since we weren’t given protection goggles—”

“Eyes closed the whole time,” Angie answered. “UV lights are pretty common,” she mentioned, making Hyejin scoff.

“Alright, alright, Miss Physicist.”

“I humble myself before you; I don’t have fun facts about UV.”

“No?” Hyejin thought Angie didn’t sound very excited, unlike she usually did.

“No. So, what’s the point of this?”

“They say that breathing in a room with these conditions is the equivalent of spending the day in the mountains.”

“And your medical opinion?”

“It’s relaxing and seemingly harmless.”

Angie hummed and stayed quiet. Her muscles were still sore, and she would do anything to relax and ease the blisters caused by her shoes. The soft music and sweet fragrance in the air, something like roses, were submerging her in a calming atmosphere, and she thought it would be possible to finally relax.

“So, how was sightseeing yesterday?”

She brushed her dirty-blonde hair off her face and suppressed a sigh; she knew Hyejin would insist. “It was good! So different I could go on about it all day.”

Hyejin invited her to, so Angie told her about her route, the mishaps, and the number of times she just pointed at yummy food without speaking a word of Korean.

“I don’t know. I guess I look foreign, and I have money to spend.”

Hyejin hummed. “And no one bothered you?”

“Not at all. Some people kind of looked, but I’m just another American in touristic places.”

Hyejin didn’t answer immediately but didn’t take long to heave a deep breath. “I’m sorry. This means that you spent the whole of yesterday by yourself, right? I’m truly sorry.”

“What? Forget about it. I’m here for myself, too, and there’s nothing like alone time to put things into perspective.”

The bell chimed, and the lights were turned off. Both could finally open their eyes and face each other, and Hyejin didn’t love Angie’s expression.

“Did you figure something out?” she asked.

Angie observed as the light’s intensity in the room increased lightly every few seconds to get their sight adjusted. “I’m still curious, and that brings me joy. Funnily enough, I stayed up for hours watching Masterchef to unwind last night. And it’s not like I couldn’t have done it at home, but there it feels like a waste of time, whereas here… I’m free to waste my time,” she said as they freed the room. “You know?”

“Absolutely.” Hyejin almost sighed as she guided Angie to the heated thermal pool at the center of the spa. She sighted the VIP room and headed there. “That’s why days off and vacation are important.” She passed the badge at the entrance, and the door unlocked, leading to a fully windowed room with a jacuzzi and a smaller pool with ongoing jets, both of which looked upon the public pool below. She preferred the quiet of that place, so she put her robe on a lounge chair there, and Angie did the same. “But you and I don’t know how to do that.”

Angie followed her into the warm water and sighed with the hot jet just on the right spot on her back. “You think we’re burning out?”

Hyejin considered for a moment. “I think this might put the breaks for you before you do.”

“And you?”

“I’m glad I took this week off. I couldn’t have known how much I would need it.”

Angie nodded and looked around; the room was spacious and beautiful, decorated to give a sense of tranquility, and empty aside from them. She looked at her best friend; Hyejin seemed troubled. Angie had noticed how she had avoided going into details for the last few hours, and she didn’t want to be the one to bring it up.

“How was it with Namjoon?” Hyejin's tone was neutral, and Angie pursed her lips.

“It was good. He didn’t know I’d be here, I think it caught him by surprise.”

“Right, they’re just back from the tour, so I don’t think I told him. It never really came up,” she tried, apologetically. Seeing Angie’s blank expression, she asked, “Was it weird?”

“Weird?”

“Because you haven’t talked or seen each other in a year.”

“Why would that be weird?” Angie had an easy smile, but after playing with the droplets falling off her fingers into the water, she confessed, “It was a bit in the beginning. For him, anyway. I had to tell him to knock it off.”

“And then?” Hyejin was curious, and seeing Angie’s pensive lines, she was getting worried. “You know, I never know it with you two. I honestly thought you would both ask about the other, but you never did. Neither of you.”

“It was the deal.”

“You had a deal?”

“No.” Angie’s brown eyes raised to Hyejin’s, and she tried organizing her thoughts. “More like a mutual agreement that it was a moment in time. And that it was unique and singular and never to be repeated. We did the most of it and didn’t bother setting anything else up. Doing so would feel like betraying that feeling, you know?”

“Isn’t that stupid?”

“No. We gave each other everything for those days we were together. Shared everything, showed everything, it was… like living a lifetime in a weekend?” She smiled. “I’m making it sound silly.”

“No, you’re not.” Hyejin nodded. “I know the two of you, and that makes perfect sense to me. You two make sense to me.” Angie nodded quietly, and Hyejin huffed. “Alright, so what? He dropped you off and left?”

Angie’s glistening eyes raised to the ceiling. “No…”

Hyejin sat up, mindlessly forgetting about the jet over her spine. “What? Well?”

“He came up, and we had dinner,” Angie confessed, and Hyejin was about to explode. “He said free and interested, so…”

“Oh my— Never to be repeated, my ass!!”

Angie groaned and hid her face in her palms. “Don’t.”

“Oh, yes! You two just make sense!”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“How can you say that?”

“It only works because it’s a moment in time. And even then…”

Hyejin stopped splashing water around them playfully and looked at her more seriously. “What do you mean?”

“We were together, and then he left the next morning,” she revealed, keeping her head low and close to the water line.

“What? Without saying anything?”

“He said that he wasn’t available yesterday.”

“And today?”

Angie shrugged and shook her head. “But I’m here the rest of the week, so…”

Hyejin angrily splashed the water. “What is it with these idiots thinking that we’ll just stick around for them?” Angie looked at her with sadness, but in a second, her brow raised — that sounded like personal experience. However, Hyejin continued her rant, “I know he has a busy schedule, but putting you in any spot other than top priority is infuriating!”

Angie sighed. “He had his life planned. Of course, he—”

“No. See, when people want something, they do anything for it.” Hyejin’s eyes were glistening, and Angie was worried, doubting that it was still about Namjoon. “They worry, they care, they show up.”

“Namjoon owes me nothing.”

“He knows how you two feel together!”

“And it might not matter.” Angie shrugged.

I could never forget about it. And it mattered a lot.

She instantly pressed her lips at the memory of Namjoon’s sweet voice nearly whispering close to her ear while his arms surrounded her.

“No, that’s not fair,” she corrected. “I know it mattered to him, it’s just— Even if it feels amazing, he has responsibilities.”

“I understand that, but he is a star. You think he can’t deal with it and just make it all go away?”

“I don’t know, and it’s none of my business.” Angie shook her head. “It’s not up to me, I’m no one to him.”

Hyejin clenched her jaw for a brief moment. “You keep belittling yourself—”

“I’m being realistic.” She smiled and swam a bit closer to tap Hyejin’s leg with her foot. “I’m a passing moment, nothing else. It’s not the same.”

Her tone was firm, meaning for Hyejin to stop drawing parallels, but she grimaced before looking down, annoyance still blemishing her features.

“We fought this morning,” she revealed, something close to aversion on her face. “And I finally asked myself why we’re even married.”

“Shit.”

She looked at Angie’s expression and chuckled. “That’s the right reaction.”

“What did you fight about?”

She looked up at the lamps falling from the ceiling over their pool and gathered her thoughts. “If I had to ask you when do you think before this morning was the last time I saw him, what would you say?”

“What do you mean?” Angie was frowning. “He wasn’t with you?”

“I was at my parents.”

“So?” Hyejin waved her hand for Angie to make a guess, and she tried, “I don’t know. Last night?”

“The last time I saw him before our chance encounter this morning was when you saw him.” Angie’s eyebrows jumped, and Hyejin scoffed. “And don’t go thinking we spoke more than a few texts. He didn’t pick up the phone or call.”

“What the hell.”

“He spoke with my dad on the phone, and he thinks that’s good enough.” Hyejin looked away to hide her glistening eyes, but a bitter grin spread on her lips. “This is so pathetic. I’m so pathetic.”

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true,” she insisted, pushing her knees to her chest underwater. “He used to care more, pamper me, call to go out on spontaneous dates. Now, he just tells me that I’m selfish and I only care about how I feel.”

“That’s weird.” Angie scowled. “Why would he think that? Your life was on pause to help your family.”

“Because I wanted him to be there, and he thinks that’s a waste of time. See, my dad called him to inform him personally that he was going to Japan for a while, and in Nomin’s mind, that means he didn’t have to bother asking me how I was or how the situation was. As if that’s all he needs to know.” She took a deep breath to hold the tears emerging in her eyes. “And it’s such fucking bullshit. All he knows is what I’ve texted him and my dad told him. Why can’t he see that seeing my family like this takes a toll on me? My brother fucking everything up royally and running away, my mother hiding her cries, my dad having chest pains… It’s like he only cares about the practical aspects. He believes that staying at the studio for two days to work on the album will fix everything and make him a hero.”

“Oh… I see.”

“Right? And sure, the company will praise him, my dad will be thankful, my brother maybe too, but me? I don’t even want to look at him. When I tried telling him I needed him to care, he told me this wasn’t about me. In his words: this is about everyone else. And it just…” Tears suddenly ran down her cheek, and she didn’t bother hiding them. “It makes no sense. I’m not a transaction, our marriage is not to my family, but to each other, and I just feel… invisible. I’m selfish, exaggerating, and don’t understand what’s at stake.”

“That’s not true.” Angie immediately swam to get to her and hold her. “You’re none of those things, you care. I’d say you understand better than him. In life, we’re never just one thing. He wants to be a producer and a good son-in-law, but he is also your husband. That doesn’t disappear just because he has other stuff to do, no matter how important it is.” Hyejin was sniffling, and Angie held her calmly. “And it’s normal to want support from him. To expect it, this is difficult for you too.”

Hyejin sobbed, then hid even more in her friend’s neck. “I don’t know why I’m like this, but—” She was trying to talk while she bawled. “Everyone I count on just doesn’t give two shits about me.”

“Hey.” Angie splashed a bit of water onto Hyejin’s back playfully. “Is that fair?”

Hyejin pulled back while wiping her face. “Sorry, let me put this differently. The men in my life.”

Angie hummed. “Is that true? I thought your dad was amazing.”

Hyejin gritted her teeth and ran both hands through her wet hair. “Right. You just can’t let it slip. Fine.” She huffed, sitting back on the platform with the jets aimed at her back. Angie got on it, too, sitting by her side while Hyejin rubbed the cry out of her face. “I have an amazing dad, I don’t know why I fall for guys that are so… emotionally unavailable.”

“Guys? Who are we talking about?”

She gave Angie a side-eye. “You know who. Yoongi and Nomin.” Angie pressed her lips. “Well, one I had a crush on my whole life. I suppose I couldn’t ask for the same care from him as I can from my husband. But even then, we were good friends. Then, that one time, we had that cream incident, and he pushed me away. I left for the States then, to study, and when I came back we reconnected, but he was always busy. I still remember my fluttering heart hoping for the smallest crumb of attention, but it was impossible. His career was at an all-time high, and… yeah. I decided to move on, and shortly after, I met Nomin and fell in love.”

Angie was quietly listening, going quickly over what she knew about Yoongi. It was a secret shared by Namjoon that he had feelings for her. But now, a year later, who knew?

“Then he left on tour one year ago, and we stopped talking. He’s back now, so I naively wanted him to be present again.” Hyejin chuckled a bit embarrassedly. “In the car, I tried to invite him in, but he kept—” She took a deep breath. “He doesn’t think of himself as family, and even my parents thought that was weird.” She scoffed, thinking about their shocked reactions.

“Then it must be.”

Hyejin hummed, “I… saw him yesterday when I took my father to the emergency board meeting.” She locked eyes with Angie for a brief moment, then looked down. “We talked and fought, really.” She chuckled. “We finally talked about ten years ago, and he said he thinks about it. I asked why he pushed me away, and he said it was to make me happy. He said I'm everything to him and that I'll always be a unique person to him, and we... almost kissed.”

Angie’s eyes widened more and more, and her chin dropped. “What?!”

“Well, you know, we didn’t! There was just this… tension that I thought he…” She seemed lost in remembering it. “I thought he wanted to.”

I know. Always knew.

Hyejin closed her eyes with goosebumps up her arms. “I know he wanted to.”

Angie was stuttering, “But that’s— Well— I mean— But have you really talked?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know. You’re sort of on and off with your friendship, but what he told you… Sounds like he still has a lot of important feelings for you.”

Hyejin pressed her lips, then huffed. “Right? I didn’t want to read into it, but… But it can’t be.”

“The question is: did you want to kiss him?”

Hyejin looked up at the ceiling, tears forming in her eyes. “Yes. I’m ashamed and embarrassed, but yes. He pushes me away but then shows up when I need him, comes instantly when I send him a message, holds me when I cry, and doesn’t tell me I’m exaggerating. I keep thinking I did something wrong a year ago for him to just break off contact, and he keeps telling me I didn’t, and I think it’s because he cares that much. He doesn’t want me to feel bad, though I really wish I knew what I said or did.”

Angie pressed her lips. “You do?”

Hyejin raised an eyebrow. “Yeah.��

“I think you know what it is.”

Hyejin frowned for a second, and then her eyes widened. “You don’t mean…”

“What else could it be?”

“I don’t know, maybe I ignored a text or was impolite to him or something.”

Angie chuckled. “The guy holds you when you cry and has been friends with you for over a decade. None of those things would cause a dent, and you know it.”

Hyejin took a deep breath to calm her palpitating heart. Her hands were trembling, and she hid them underwater. “But… he doesn’t look at me that way. He never did.”

“Have you never asked him? You’ve never asked him directly if he ever felt anything for you in all these years?”

“No, in all these years… He hasn’t, so.”

Angie splashed her. “Are you deaf? He admitted he pushed you away to make you happy!”

“He knew I was leaving to study in the US. Of course, he’d push me away. Otherwise, I would have been hung up on him.”

Angie almost threw her hands in the air. “He said you’re everything to him and—! Girl, shut up! Ask him. You have to ask him!”

“What’s the point? Nothing has changed.”

“Is that true? I think a lot has changed,” Angie mused, looking down at her legs underwater. “You’ve been married for a year, and with everything that has happened in the last few weeks, would you say you’re the same person as before?”

“No, not at all.” Hyejin sighed after a moment of silence. “But I’m scared of opening that door. Even if I fell in love and tried to build my life with someone else, I— I know Yoongi is still somewhere in my heart.”

Angie smiled sadly. “Maybe he’s the one.”

“No.” Hyejin sighed and shook her head. “I don’t want him to be.”

“Why not?”

Hyejin was tearing up again, and this time, her features overflowed with sadness. “Because he’d never be with me. Even if he felt something, he’d also choose his career over me, and I can’t handle that shit again.” She sniffled and wiped her face. “I might as well go to the States again and leave this whole bullshit behind.”

“Running away doesn’t fix it. Maybe what is missing is closure, and then you’d be able to let go and not be hung up on it.” Angie stayed quiet as Hyejin tried to compose herself. “But hey, you wouldn’t be alone. I’ll be right there, regardless.”

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