#and she’s usually careful about doing that where no one can see but she’s got a meeting soon and a pet on the brace just came loose

[radlovesfics]

So glad everyone has come to the collective conclusion that Mark is a munch no matter whatever reality it is that boy FEASTS !!!! (ofc some better than others)

can see him being so into it he does it in the morning, maybe he wants to wake you up and give him some….. attention ;) and this is the best wake up he can think of. or it’s a nice and quiet morning in and you just wake up to him lazily eating you out bc he’s clearly hungry and “eating breakfast”

randomly throughout the day if he’s not working ofc and he gets in a mood while spending time with you or just starts thinking about you bro is on you immediately!! apologizing as he goes down bc he just can’t help himself and you taste so good and he loves you so much and he gets soooo into it

Can totally see him grinding himself into whatever hes laying on or he’s got one hand on himself but he can and will give you his full undivided attention to make it so good for you dw he’s really good at multi-tasking

he wants you for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner bby nothin is stopping that man

Mark has a long and horrible day where he’s just exhausted and comes home to you, the love of his life, just doing somethin hella domestic and you turn to see him come in looking battered as hell and ofc you rush over to check on him and take care of him and he’s so overwhelmed with his love for you at that moment the only thing he can think of to take the ache of stress off his back is to go down on his beautiful and amazing s/o until she’s incoherent and sobbing in pleasure

Mark has also totally come home maybe super keyed up or pissed off and pounces on you the second he sees you. just gets aggressive and sloppy and it’s wet and messy. only time he’s rough with you is if he’s feeling like this or you ask for it. but bro is goin FERAL over you and he’s gripping your thighs so hard and speaking literal FILTH as he practically makes out with your cunt. he acts like a man starved until he’s done then it’s back to being usual goofy and chill Mark who’s ready to have an actual conversation with you LOL. sometimes you just gotta let the man eat till he’s ready ya know ??

he also definitely uses it as a method to relax you. maybe you’re the one hella stressed out or can’t sleep, thoughts erratic and all over the place so Mark takes it upon himself to eat you out until you’re boneless on the sheets. head empty with the only thoughts being of him. he’s pretty gentle and slow when doing it like this, more focused on making you feel good and you enjoy yourself. massaging at your thighs and whispering praise, you don’t last long at all.

def takes what he has ever watched in porn and tries it out with you btw <3

his fav sex position is also 69 btw no I will not be told otherwise 🫶 (unless it’s the one position where he can watch himself go in and out of you bc it’s so hot LOL)

[inseobts]

Hello! Idk if you done this before but could you do a imagine of either the strawhats or heart pirates (your choice) reacting to their newest crewmate die during a battle and then a minute later is up on their feet again cussing how much of a pain it is to deal with this shit. Basically has Deadpool inability to die just without his vulgar attitude and language and a lot less annoying, just seemly chill that they can just, come back to life after being shot? Definitely will give some people a heart attack. (Definitely has their bounty rise a lot after the marines find out they can’t die) plz and thank you!!!!

Surprise, I'm alive!

strawhat crew x strawhat!reader (platonic)

words count: 1.7k

tags: platonic, strawhat reader, immortal reader, luffy tries to test your immortality

masterlist || ko-fi

The battle is chaos. Cannons boom, swords clash, and the air is thick with smoke and the smell of gunpowder. You don’t know exactly how it happens, but one moment, you’re blocking a sword swing, and the next, a bullet tears through your chest.

Your body hits the ground with a dull thud.

Silence.

Then, pure, unfiltered panic.

"Y/N!" Luffy’s scream cuts through the battlefield like a knife. His eyes widen in horror, and his usual carefree grin vanishes "Oi! Get up!"

Zoro, mid-swing against an enemy, falters as he sees your unmoving body "Damn it! They got Y/N!" His grip on his swords tightens "I should’ve been watching!"

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Usopp’s voice is shrill. He looks like he’s about to throw up "We—we need Chopper! Chopper!"

Sanji’s cigarette drops from his mouth as he turns sharply "Tch—those bastards." His expression darkens, and before anyone can stop him, he launches a devastating kick that sends one of the attackers flying "They’re dead. Every last one of them."

"Y/N!!" Nami’s eyes are wide with shock. She looks from your lifeless body to the enemy forces and then to Chopper, who is already rushing over, tears forming in his eyes.

"No! No, no, no! Hold on, Y/N!" Chopper skids to your side, his tiny hooves trembling as he checks for a pulse "They’re—THEY’RE NOT BREATHING!"

"No," Robin murmurs, brows furrowing "Not like this."

Franky’s hands clench into fists "That’s it! These jerks are SUPER dead!"

Brook, ever the gentleman, removes his hat solemnly "Ah…Y/N, my dear friend… You will be missed."

The crew collectively ignores him.

Luffy’s hands shake "This isn’t funny" he mutters. His knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists "They were my crew! They were—"

Then, right in the middle of their grief, in the middle of the battlefield, you groan.

"God, that hurt like hell."

The silence that follows is deafening.

You push yourself up, rubbing your chest where the bullet hole should be, but there’s nothing. Just a torn shirt and a lot of blood.

"Ugh, I hate dealing with this shit." You stand up, rolling your shoulders like you just woke up from a nap "That one stung."

Luffy’s jaw drops "HUUUUUUH?!"

Chopper looks like he’s about to pass out "B-B-But you were—you weren’t breathing! You were DEAD!"

"Yeah, about that," you say, dusting yourself off "I don’t really stay dead. Kind of a thing I have."

Nami looks like she’s questioning reality itself "Excuse me?!"

"You mean," Usopp wheezes, pointing at you like you’re some kind of horror story, "you just DIE and come back?! Like Brook??"

You nod "Not really... but pretty much."

Sanji, still mid-rampage, freezes "...You mean I just got worked up for nothing?"

"I mean, I appreciate the rage," you say with a grin "Nice to know you guys care."

Zoro stares at you for a long moment "You had us thinking you were gone, dumbass."

"Not my fault! I was shot! I wasn't expecting that!!"

"HOW ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE?!" Franky yells, gesturing wildly.

"Oh, I just don’t die."

"THAT IS NOT AN EXPLANATION!"

Luffy suddenly laughs, his earlier grief completely gone, replaced with awe "Shishishi! That’s so cool! Y/N, you’re like a zombie! But not a creepy one like Brook!"

"Hey!" Brook protests "That’s hurtful!"

Robin, ever the calm one, tilts her head "So you’ve had this ability this entire time?"

You shrug "Yeah, but I never really had to use it around you guys. You all are usually pretty good at keeping me from getting shot or anything deadly."

Chopper is still hyperventilating "I CAN’T HANDLE THIS KIND OF STRESS."

"Well, get used to it, buddy." You pat his tiny head "‘Cause something tells me the Marines are gonna be real interested in me once they find out."

Nami groans "Ugh. I can already hear our bounties going up."

"Not my fault!"

Zoro sighs "You’re a pain in the ass."

You grin "And yet, you’d miss me if I was really gone."

He clicks his tongue but doesn’t deny it.

Luffy laughs again and throws an arm around your shoulders "This is awesome! We’re unstoppable now! Let’s go kick some more ass!"

And just like that, the chaos resumes with the Strawhats now fully aware that their newest crewmate is literally impossible to kill.

The battle wraps up quickly after your "revival", mostly because the enemy forces are too busy freaking out about the supposedly dead person walking around like nothing happened. Some of them flat-out drop their weapons and run. Others just stand there, gaping in horror.

"D-Demon!" one of them shouts before bolting.

"Huh," you say, watching them flee "Didn’t expect that reaction."

Luffy grins "Shishishi! You scared ‘em good!"

Sanji lights another cigarette, shaking his head "I don’t blame them. If I saw a corpse cursing about how annoying it was to die, I’d run too."

Chopper is still clutching his chest, trying to breathe properly "I’m going to need so much tea after this."

Nami rubs her temples "You and me both, Chopper. You and me both."

Usopp finally stops hyperventilating long enough to poke you in the arm "Okay, but like… does it hurt? When you die?"

You nod "Oh yeah. It sucks. But I get over it."

Franky whistles "That is SUPER messed up."

Robin chuckles "It’s certainly rare. The government would definitely want to study you to know how to avtually kill you."

You groan "Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about. If they find out, I’m probably getting a massive bounty."

Luffy’s eyes sparkle "That means we’re gonna be even more famous!"

Zoro crosses his arms "Not necessarily a good thing, Captain."

Before the conversation can continue, a loud explosion erupts from the distance. The remaining enemy ships have started retreating, but they’re firing cannons to cover their escape.

One of the cannonballs heads straight for you.

"Move!" Nami shouts.

"Nah, I got it" you say casually.

The cannonball slams directly into you, kicking up a massive cloud of dust and debris.

The Straw Hats lose their minds for the second time that day.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Sanji yells.

Chopper throws himself to the ground, screaming into his hooves "I CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS!"

"Why didn’t they move?!" Nami shrieks.

Luffy just grins "They’ll be fine. Right, Y/N?"

The dust settles, and there you are, lying on your back in a crater, looking mildly annoyed.

"Okay," you groan "That one sucked more than the bullet."

Brook tilts his skull "Ah, but did you feel it in your bones? Yohohoho!"

"I swear to god, Brook."

Franky shakes his head "I don’t know if this is amazing or horrifying."

Robin smiles "Both."

Zoro sighs "At this point, I don’t think anything can actually kill you."

You give him a thumbs-up "Pretty much hiw it works"

Luffy bursts into laughter and punches his fist into his palm "Alright! That means we really are unstoppable now! Let’s get back to the Sunny and celebrate!"

The crew cheers, except for Chopper, who is still lying on the ground, contemplating his life choices.

As the Thousand Sunny sails away from the battlefield, a transmission crackles to life in a Marine base far away. A serious-looking officer listens to the report with growing concern.

"…Confirmed reports indicate that the Straw Hat Pirates have a new crewmember with apparent immortality. We are still gathering information, but if true, this could be one of the greatest threats we’ve ever faced."

The officer frowns "Increase surveillance on their movements. If this is real, their bounty is going to skyrocket."

The crew is still struggling to process what they just witnessed. Chopper is on his fourth cup of tea, shaking slightly. Nami is already calculating how much higher her bounty is going to be just because of association. Luffy, meanwhile, is grinning ear to ear.

"Alright, Y/N, let’s test it!" Luffy exclaims.

You blink "Test what?"

"Your power! Let’s see how much you can take before you go down!"

"Absolutely not," Nami cuts in immediately "We are NOT using our crewmate as a test dummy."

Luffy pouts "But it’s so cool! Y/N’s like a superhero! Or a really bad zombie!"

Brook raises a hand "As an actual undead individual, I must say that I find this comparison quite unfair!"

Zoro leans back against the mast, arms crossed "I say we let them do what they want. If they really can’t die, it’s useful information."

Sanji glares at him "And what, you just wanna go around slicing them up for fun?"

"Did I say that?"

"You were thinking it."

Usopp waves his hands frantically "Okay, okay, let’s NOT casually experiment with Y/N’s immortality like it’s some kind of game! We should be asking the important questions."

"Like what?" You ask.

"Like… can you drown?"

Silence.

Everyone turns to look at you. Your eye twitches.

"Usopp," you say slowly "Why would you even ask that?"

"Because it’s important! What if we’re in a battle at sea? What if you fall overboard? Will you just come back to life at the bottom of the ocean?"

You pause, then frown "…I have no idea."

"WELL, THERE’S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!" Luffy cheers and suddenly grabs you, launching himself off the ship and into the water.

The crew collectively loses their minds.

"LUFFY, YOU ABSOLUTE MORON!" Nami screeches "YOU’RE A DEVIL FRUIT USER!"

Sanji dives in instantly, hauling both you and Luffy out of the sea. Luffy is sputtering and laughing, while you just cough up a lungful of seawater.

"So?" Luffy asks excitedly "Did you die?"

You glare at him "I ALMOST DID, YOU IDIOT!" You shake your head and squeeze water out of your shirt "Looks like I still need to breathe. Maybe I'll just be alive once I'm out of water..."

Chopper collapses in relief "THANK GOD."

Robin chuckles "Well, that settles that. Y/N isn’t entirely indestructible."

Franky grins "Still, that’s SUPER impressive! The Marines are gonna have a fit when they get the full report on this."

Meanwhile, at Marine Headquarters, a high-ranking officer slams a fresh bounty poster onto the table. Your face stares back at them, right beneath a massive new bounty.

WANTED: Y/N Dead or Alive Bounty: 1,200,000,000 Berries

"Find them. Now."

[seyvia]

✦•···• 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩 •···•✦

I admit, I was a little intimidated about tackling this project, but once I got to know their characters better, I felt more confident that I could make an adequate maxis match version. And honestly, I totally get it now! I want to marry them too!♡ Thank you for all the requests, and I hope yuh enjoy em!

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Please do!

Credit me. I worked hard on these sims. ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) Tag me if you use them for something! Change them into your sim style! / give them makeovers!

Please do not!

Please don't claim as your own creations. Don't reupload them somewhere else. Especially dangerous sites where you make money off of my free downloads.

NOTES

Playtested March 2025!

Not all packs are required for downloading! Simply substitute any missing components on the sim.

All cc included! Even my defaults. If you happen to have any conflicting defaults that you prefer, simply locate the defaults file and delete them.

on the gallery too, but that doesn't include cc, so they will look different if you don't have their cc in your mods folder.

This is not 100% my usual sim style, mine is a bit more cartoony. I made Xavier first for a singular sim req and they asked for him to have a more "realistic" style, so I just continued that for the rest of them.

lots of credit to all the amazing cc creators!💖

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𝙼𝙲: a base sim for you to edit however you please. She only has one outfit, the rest are blank.

"I don't remember you."

You are the subject of all their desires, but stronger then you appear. Can you trust the ones around you? ...What if you don't want to be the princess of this fairy tale?

[𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎] mediafire

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𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛: a tiny refresh from my previous download of him.

"My light only shines over you."

An elite hunter who disappears into thin air. Who is he...?

[𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎] mediafire

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𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎: I made him the only spellcaster even though they all use a type of "magic", his position with his evol "magic" stood out more in his story from what I noticed. You can change this to your liking of course. I had to retake his photos because I found better scars when I was almost done. And if your wondering about those, they were caused by his powers... they hurt him.

"I've lived in a never ending winter long enough. If you come closer, then..."

The quiet boy from my childhood became my primary care physician more than a decade later.

[𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎] mediafire

⋆꙳❅°⋆❆･*❆ ₊⋆❆˚｡₊⊹❅⋆

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕: If you hadn't noticed I opted for dressing them in more casual outfits. Since maxis match cc for men is still lack luster when it comes to clothing. I really wish there were corset trousers like Raf's! :( BTW! Don't cha think his tail is spot on?!

"Life is precious, you know. Paint your story with your own colors."

A famous and aloof artist. He invited me to be his bodyguard. It's a good opportunity to investigate what he actually intends to do!

[𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎] mediafire

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜: ......( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,).... I've been sitting here for 10 minuets now trying to remember what I originally was gonna say, but my head went blank... I blame him.

"Don't you see? this is what your heart truly desires."

The leader of Onychinus. He's the most influential, dominant figure in the N109 Zone. He said we were the "same" and knows me... What's going on here?

[𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎] mediafire

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ.♫⋆｡♪♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ.♫

𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚋: ... I think I need to continue to study him at a safe distance for now.

 “I promise you’ll see me everyday when you wake up. ”

My childhood friend. Grandma took us in when we were young. Now he works as a fighter pilot for the Deepspace Aviation Administration.

[𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎] mediafire

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I'm so Tsundere! you have no idea what this has put me though!

Live footage of me at the beginning of this⬇️😭

... How it's going⬇️🤣

[cosmiclily]

daylight

vi x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

cw: the beginning might be triggering for some people, it has homophobic undertones aannd a man being gross, so be aware!

@caspianalexander007 ‘s request!: I was wondering if you could write a little Vi comfort fic? Maybe she’s hurt from a fight or something and Reader is just absolutely spoiling her - patching her up, drawing her a fancy bath, washing her hair so she doesn’t make the wound worse, tucking her into bed, making her tasty soup, just being like super gentle, warm, and comforting. And at first Vi is like “I’m fine I’m fine” but Reader is just like “I know you’re fine. But I want to do this for you”. And maybe there’s a sweet moment where all the affection and care makes Vi breakdown because she’s always been the fighter, the protector, the warrior - she’s never had someone take care of HER for once and it’s such a relief to just - not HAVE to be the strong one for a while, ya know?

Vi didn’t want to cause any trouble—truly. This time, the busted lip, bruised knuckles, and the nasty cut on her eyebrow weren’t her fault.

The guy at the bar where the two of you had gone together had been a disgusting excuse for a human being. He wouldn’t leave you alone, hovering too close, ignoring every polite (and then not-so-polite) attempt to make him back off. And then, right before the fight broke out, he decided it was a good idea to open his mouth and say that you needed a "real man"—that he could show you what you were "missing."

So, yeah. It really, really wasn’t Vi’s fault when she punched the guy so hard that you heard his cheekbone crack.

The guy barely had time to react before Vi had him on the ground, landing another hit that sent him sprawling. Before his friends could jump in, the bar’s security had stepped in, pulling Vi off him and shoving both of you toward the exit. A few harsh words and a lifetime ban later, you found yourselves out on the street, Vi still flexing her bruised knuckles like she was ready to go back in for round two.

Now, back at your place, Vi sat on the counter, legs spread, arms resting on her thighs as you stood between her knees, carefully dabbing at the cut on her eyebrow with a damp cloth.

"I’m fine," she grumbled, shifting slightly as if she was about to leave. "I can do this myself."

You shot her a look, pressing a little harder than necessary just to make your point. She hissed, flinching back.

"I know you’re fine," you said, voice firm, "but it’s my fault you got hurt. I’m not gonna let you take care of yourself." Your brows furrowed so hard you were probably going to give yourself a headache.

Vi sighed, her hands coming to rest on your waist, more to steady you than to stop you. "It’s not your fault," she muttered, her voice quieter this time. "You heard what he said." Her jaw tightened, her usual tone replaced by something sharper. "I would never just sit there and let some asshole talk to anyone like that—especially not you."

Your hands stilled, the cloth lingering against her skin. There was something about the way she said it, the weight behind her words, that made your heart clench.

"I know," you murmured, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "But I still don’t like seeing you get hurt."

Vi scoffed, smirking up at you. "Please, this?" She gestured to her bruised knuckles and busted lip. "Barely even a scratch."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, yeah. You’re real tough, Vi."

"Damn right." She grinned, squeezing your waist playfully.

"Go take your clothes off” you said, stepping out from between her legs and gently squeezing her tight. "I’m drawing you a bath."

Vi raised an eyebrow. "What, are you my babysitter now? Patching me up, making me shower—what’s next, you gonna feed me too?" She smirked, teasing, but you had already made up your mind.

Soup, something warm and comforting—your way of thanking your knight in shining armor for defending your honor.

"Shut up” you laughed, nudging her lightly. "I just like taking care of you."

Something shifted in Vi’s expression then. For a moment, she looked like she was going to fire back with another joke, but the words never came. Instead, she just blinked up at you, lips parting slightly, like she wasn’t sure what to say.

You didn’t think much of it, just gave her one last playful shove toward the bedroom door. "Go. I’ll have everything ready when you’re done."

Vi hesitated, but eventually, she went, peeling off her jacket as she disappeared into the bedroom. You busied yourself with the bath, letting the water run warm, adding a few drops of something that smelled vaguely of lavender. She’d probably tease you for that, but you didn’t care. She deserved a little softness.

By the time she came back, dressed in some clothes she left at your place with damp hair sticking to her skin, you had a bowl of soup waiting for her on the counter.

She stopped in the doorway, her usual swagger gone, replaced by something hesitant. "You really did make me food…” she muttered, almost disbelieving.

You shrugged. "Of course I did. Now sit and eat before you pass out."

Vi did as she was told, but the second she took her first bite, something in her just… crumbled. She didn’t say anything at first, just stared down at the bowl, jaw clenched tight.

"Vi?" You frowned, stepping closer.

She let out a shaky breath, setting the spoon down before rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her palm. "Shit," she muttered, her voice thick. "Sorry, I just—"

She trailed off, and the hesitation in her voice made your stomach twist.

"What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?" You asked, concern slipping into your tone as you stepped closer.

Vi immediately shook her head. "No, no. It’s the opposite, actually." She let out a humorless laugh, her fingers curling into fists on the counter. "It’s just that... I’m not used to this."

And that’s when it hit you.

Vi had spent her whole life being the strong one. The protector. The fighter. She had taken punch after punch, fought battle after battle, and never once expected anyone to take care of her in return. She carried the weight of the world on her shoulders like it was second nature—because it had to be.

But now? Now she was sitting in your kitchen, wrapped in warmth, eating something made just for her, being cared for without having to fight for it. And it was overwhelming. Too much. And at the same time, exactly what she had needed.

"Vi..." you murmured, stepping behind her. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her close. She was tense at first, muscles tight like she didn’t know how to accept it, but you didn’t let go. You just held her, grounding her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone.

"You don’t have to apologize," you whispered against her hair. "You’re allowed to just… let someone take care of you."

She exhaled, a deep, unsteady breath, and after a long pause, she finally melted into you. Her hands came up, gripping your arms like she was afraid you might disappear if she let go.

"Yeah," she whispered, her voice raw, barely more than a breath. "Okay."

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You just held her, feeling the way her breathing slowly evened out, the way the tension in her body began to fade.

"You know," you finally murmured, trying to lighten the mood just a little, "I was gonna offer to feed you, but I feel like that might actually make you cry."

Vi let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. "Shut up."

You grinned, pressing a small kiss to the side of her head. "Never."

She sighed, squeezing your arms one last time before finally pulling away just enough to look at you. Her eyes were still red-rimmed, but there was something softer in them now. A quiet sort of gratitude.

"You really are something else" she murmured.

You smirked. "Yeah, well. You’re stuck with me now."

"Good," she said, nudging her forehead against yours. "Wouldn’t have it any other way."

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[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Mafia! BTS - What They'd Be Like with a Y/N who Is Successful

A/N: I got a request a while ago about Y/N standing up for herself like in a public space if someone bumped into her or sth even though she's always really compassionate, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about the Y/N I usually write. I'm also taking a course in feminist literature and it's making me rethink everything I know about life and society btw.

Obviously this is all fiction and a safe space in any case, whatever our desires and fantasies may be, but I just wanted to put it out there that I could do some requests where Y/N is just as strong and successful (even for prompts I already did). I think it'd be interesting to see how the members' dynamics would change. If not, I've got plenty to work on :) still, let me know what you'd prefer!

Disclaimer: Regardless of whether Y/N is confident or shy or financially successful or poor, the level of her compassion, autonomy and self-determination is unquestionable. There's power in allowing others to take control as well as having the control yourself; neither represents a weakness in the character.

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Jin

I think Jin would have such a hard time when you wouldn't let him pay just like you would feel when he insisted on paying. Other than that he would be immensely proud of your success (for some reason I see Jin with someone who is in law, an attorney or a court interpreter) and how hard-working you are. Although it was hard for him to get you to relax around him as you always keep everything under control, it just made Jin appreciate it even more - that out of all people, he is the one who can make you let your guard down.

Namjoon

Needless to say, Namjoon worships you. He never thought he would meet his match but then you came along with your brilliant mind and swept him off his feet. Although you make your own money, he doesn't want you paying for anything. He loves taking care of you. You didn't let him in the beginning but accepting a gift or a beautiful dinner from Namjoon soon made you realize you weren't surrendering any of your hard-earned power. Namjoon respects your work and your desire to build your own career independent of his power and connections. Besides, there's nothing that turns him on more than seeing you on top of your game.

Yoongi

You would definitely meet through some work-related thing and seeing you take care of business would strike a cord in his heart. Much to his surprise you agreed to go out with him the first time he asked you but he soon realized you weren't settling for mediocrity and are perfectly comfortable in your own company. Getting to know you only drew Yoongi closer and although he always gave you space, whether that meant you paying for the date or driving, Yoongi always had your back.

Hoseok

A part of Hoseok might feel threatened by your business at first, not because he wouldn't wish you success but because he would feel insecure in what he could offer you. He had always taken care of his partners financially before and you were the first who didn't want (or need) it. Still, you're so clever and witty that Hoseok couldn't help but fall for you and it changed his attitude completely. When you began to let your guard down, he truly realized you trusted him with your worries and problems and that was the real way he could take care of you.

Jimin

Jimin loves it. He loves your confidence, your independence and admires your success although he also loves when you let down your guard and allow him to take care of you for once. Jimin likes it when you talk to him about work, even if it's just complaining about a lazy employee. He feels like he is a part of your world that way. You don't mind receiving presents and going on luxurious dates that Jimin pays for because he is so reassuring about you having power and money of your own. He doesn't think about it when you pay for a vacation; money isn't on his mind like that.

Taehyung

Taehyung is a lot like Jimin. His confidence knows no limit when it comes to celebrating your success. He doesn't feel threatened in the least although he is almost always the one to pay, be it a nice dinner, a flight to a luxurious resort or an extravagant accessory. When he does it, Taehyung isn't thinking about the money at all because he has more than enough of it and so do you. He is very transparent about his feelings for you and his attitude towards your career.

Jungkook

Out of all of the members, Jungkook would have the hardest time accepting how self-sufficient and hyper-independent you are. He likes to take care of his partner, not just physically but financially. It is not so much about control rather than Jungkook needing the feeling that he has a purpose. He is always thinking about how to make your life easier without compromising your sense of self. You worked hard to achieve the success you had and Jungkook respected every aspect of it. There was a lot of compromise needed from both of you to achieve a level of comfort of intimacy where neither of you felt threatened. But once you overcame that barrier, nothing could come between the two of you.

[lemonlover1110]

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Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 2] Overthinking

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Pairing: Knight!Toji Fushiguro x Princess!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Suggestive Content, Minor Sex Talk

Story Summary: This is what'll get Toji killed... But how can he reject her when she looks up at him with such beautiful eyes? A man that's been to war won't be killed by the edge of a sword but rather the lips of a woman.

He shouldn’t lay a finger on her, but he’ll do anything that she asks him to. She’s his princess, he has to follow her every word.

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“What?” Toji almost pinches himself to check if he’s dreaming. A weird dream that it would be– But no, you’re right in front of him. You’re right in front of him, asking him to have sex with you. Alert eyes check nearby, watching out for any witnesses. Once he realizes there’s no one nearby he speaks again, “Don’t repeat it.”

“What’s your answer?” You ask, looking up at him with wide eyes and he laughs. That’s his response, a laugh; it ticks you off.

“Princess, are you a cuck?” He responds, and you furrow your brows in confusion. 

“What’s a cuck?” You answer without skipping a beat. He almost wants to burst into laughter but he’s too nervous to do anything else but stare at you. 

“I’ve got a good head on my shoulders, I’d hate to see it rolling on the ground.” He tells you, and you look just as confused. He can’t talk to you in riddles… Though he isn’t speaking in riddles, he just has to be direct with you. He clears his throat before saying, “No. I won’t have sex with you, princess. Good night.”

“Why not?” You question, as if the answer isn’t obvious. It’s not obvious for you, you don’t see an issue with it. Luckily, Toji has the common sense that you lack. 

He won’t answer the question, instead he turns on his heel and leaves you. He’ll search for your night guard, and let this die down. He’s sure that clarity will hit you tonight, and you won’t mention this again. A princess that’s so high and mighty asking to have sex with a man of his status? You have lost your mind. You let the stupid nobles get to your head.

“Toji, where are you going?!” You yell after him, and if embarrassment wasn’t slowly settling in, you’d run after him. You end up scoffing, slamming the door to your room shut and staring at it frustratedly… Did you just get rejected?

No, he didn’t hear you right. You didn’t just get rejected.

You feel… Offended? Mad? No, no. You’d feel offended if Toji had rejected you but he wouldn’t do that. Toji would never refuse an order from his princess.

You stare at the door, and your nails dig into the palms of your head. That son of a bitch rejected you. Oh, you could scream. But you're mature enough that you can suppress it and act like a true princess.

There’s something off with you, and Toji notices immediately. You’re not being your usual self…

“Why are you all dressed up, princess? You do know we’re just staying in the castle, right?” Toji asks as he escorts you to the dining room for breakfast. He does it on purpose to get the bickering started— He wants to completely gloss over the proposal from last night.

You were vulnerable, and of course your friends got to your head. He wants to show that he didn’t take things seriously, and he truly believes he’s doing a good deed. But things aren’t easy like he wants them to be. You aren’t easy.

There’s no ‘Of course someone of your class doesn’t understand the basis of looking good at all times’ and no ‘If I wanted you to speak, I would have ordered you to open your mouth’; instead, Toji is met with pure silence. You don’t even look back to glare at him.

“You’re just staying in today, right? You didn’t tell me about anything else.” He speaks again, continuing to break the basic etiquette. He should not be speaking to you unless spoken first. But that has never been a thing between the two of you. Toji gets to break a lot of rules because you’ve never cared for the rules in the first place. 

“Toji.” You finally speak, and his eyes lighten up. Only to realize that you’re in the dining room, and his presence is no longer needed. The king doesn’t like the guards to join during breakfast which usually ends up with Toji being shunned to the kitchen with the help.

“Enjoy your breakfast, your highness.” Toji tells you before walking away. He goes to the kitchen, sitting down at the table that’s for him. He’s already had his breakfast, so he isn’t necessarily hungry– But the aroma of the food grazes his nose, and his stomach growls.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything, Toji? I know you have a long day ahead of you.” Mayu walks up to him, holding a bowl of oatmeal. She wears a bright smile on her face, happy to bump into Toji first thing in the morning. Unfortunately for her, Toji just isn’t in the mood. 

“I’m good.” He answers, even when his stomach gives it away. She sits with him, knowing that she should continue her duties but her attention is on something more interesting. Someone more interesting.

“Are you upset with the princess?” She asks, a hint of mischief in her eyes. No matter how much she tries, she never hears a single bad word about the princess from Toji; but considering that last night they were cut short, she feels like his feelings have changed.

“Why would I be?” He responds, not even bothering to look her in the eye. He fails to see the frown that comes to her face when he answers. That’s not what she wanted to hear, but she won’t get too bummed out about it, she guesses it’s part of his job.

“What did she need last night?” She continues the one-sided conversation, and Toji tries his best to remain composed. You absolutely did not ask him to have sex with you. You didn’t even look at him. Nothing happened. Who would even believe him if he told the truth either way?

“She needed me to kill a spider.” He lies, and she begins to laugh. Before she can even begin to ridicule you, Hanako walks over to the table.

“Care if I join you two?” The old woman smiles, and Toji points to the chair across from him. Mayu ends up sighing, but she ends up faking a smile. Hanako begins to eat her breakfast, and Toji stares at her. 

The woman that’s across from him has been like your second mother, and it makes Toji wonder if she knows. Did you end up telling her anything this morning? Toji has figured out that you two are close, but how close are you exactly?

“Do I have something on my face?” Hanako questions when she notices that Toji is staring her down. She always ensures that not a single hair is out of place, but she was in a bit of a rush this morning.

“No.” Toji ends up saying. His eyes search for a clock, needing to know how much he has left before he follows you around for the day.

“Ignore him, Hanako. He’s acting weird.” Mayu ends up saying, offering a smile to the woman. Hanako raises her eyebrows in curiosity, but she won’t dare pry. She won’t ask about Toji’s private life, it isn’t her place. “Ever since the princess interrupted us last night, he’s been out of it.”

“The princess?” The woman nearly chokes on her food. Hanako wipes the corners of her mouth with her napkin before asking the obvious, “What were you two doing?”

“Well we were–” Mayu begins but Toji glares at her.

“It’s not because of the princess.” Toji cuts her off, and Hanako clicks her tongue.

“I’m not asking because I care about your feelings, sir.” Hanako replies. “I want to know how to deal with the princess.”

“She’s not a child, she can handle two adults making out.” Toji argues before he bites his tongue. He regrets opening his mouth the moment he makes eye contact with Hanako. He’s right, you aren’t a child and being sheltered is what led you to ask such an inappropriate question last night. But perhaps saying those words to Hanako isn’t the smartest move.

“You are going to apologize to the princess, sir, and you are going to make it good!” Hanako begins to scold him, and he sighs. He has to deal with this and with an angry princess… It’s going to be a long day.

Work today is pure torture. He thought that the obnoxious parties were the worst that the job had to offer, but this is it. You’re acting like proper royalty and not engaging with him whatsoever. Toji didn’t know how much he enjoyed the bickering until he realized how boring the job is without it.

He’s following behind you as you take a stroll through the garden. A garden that’s so well loved and taken care of because of you. These walks aren’t unusual, but the silence that accompanies it is. He doesn’t even understand the point of the stroll when you’re not conversing with anyone.

“Your highness, are we expecting anyone?” Toji asks, the deafening silence getting the best of him. You don’t even look back at him, instead you keep walking. You keep walking as if he didn’t exist.

Toji sighs, at the very least wanting to know where you’re headed. You’re walking around like a headless chicken. Sure, the garden is nice but there’s these pesky bugs that love to get all over Toji. Plus, it’s warm out and his uniform doesn’t help.

“Will you go inside and get my basket?” You ask when you come to a sudden stop. He frowns, confused why you even ask the question until he lowers his gaze and realizes that you’re by the strawberries.

“I can hold them.” He answers, and you scoff.

“It wasn’t a suggestion, it was an order.” You respond, slightly annoyed that he’s defying what you say. Toji never dares to defy your wants– Except right now… and last night.

“I can’t leave you without supervision.” He argues, and you furrow your brows. You cross your arms and finally turn around to face him.

“I’m safe within these walls, am I not?” You question, and Toji sighs. This isn’t the bickering he wanted.

“My job is to watch you, and I’m not taking my eyes off you. You can order me to do whatever you want but I’m your knight, not your maid.” He ends up answering, and you roll your eyes at him. You miss the simpler days where you didn’t need a knight, alas, that isn’t your situation now.

“Fine. Cradle your arms.” You order as you get on your knees to grab the fruit that’s ripe enough to collect. It’s finally strawberry season. Toji crouches down and cradles his arms, just as he was ordered.

He’s watching as your gentle hands pick the strawberries apart one by one. You bring one to your lips, slowly biting down. The juice drips down your chin, goes down your neck and eventually reaches your cleavage– Toji has to tear his eyes away as sweet temptation consumes him.

“Do you want one?” You end up offering, grabbing a big strawberry and holding it in his view. He should refuse, but you’re finally speaking to him. He won’t risk making the situation worse, instead he bites down on the sweet fruit. You chuckle, your thumb going over his chin to clean up the juice that drips down. “They’re juicy and sweet.”

“They cheered you up.” He comments, making you roll your eyes.

“Let’s go back inside.” You stand up, dusting off your dress. “Perhaps the strawberry I fed you rolled around in the dirt before I picked it…”

“I’m still honored.” He teases as he slowly rises. He didn’t even realize the amount of strawberries till he had to maintain balance to keep them from falling. Toji’s eyes remain on the fruit that he holds, making sure that not a single one falls over.

“Good morning, princess.” Toji hears, his eyes darting up to see the fellow knight that walks by. He smiles brightly at you, waving your way. Toji clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes at the lack of courtesy from the knight.

“Good morning, Sir Ino.” You respond, and the sudden stop of Toji makes a couple of strawberries fall to the ground. His brows furrow as he replays the scene in his head… You remembered the knight’s name, you never remember any of the staff’s name unless you’re close to them.

“Hi, Toji.” Ino waves at Toji as well, only to be met by a harsh glare. Toji ignores the knight and follows behind you again, picking up a bit of speed since he’s fallen a couple of steps behind.

“Your highness, how do you know Sir Ino?” Toji questions, as if he has any right to ask you the question. You quickly remind him of his place by ignoring the question. Of course, you’re not going to give in so easily.

Toji knows that you’re still upset with him so he’ll try not to overthink your lack of words. And the man never gets into his head about anything, but it’s weird that you know someone’s name. Toji isn’t special, he knows he isn’t. The question you asked him last night was because he was the first man that came to your mind, and now that he’s rejected you he fears that you’ll attempt to go to someone else for help.

“Put them in the kitchen. Tell the staff I want strawberry shortcake tonight.” You order as you enter the castle. 

“Where will you go, your highness?” Toji asks, wanting to know where exactly he needs to go after dropping the strawberries in the kitchen.

“I have my piano lesson, remember?” You remind him, and Toji’s eyes almost widen. If there’s one person that he doesn’t trust you around is that damned piano teacher that makes you giggle like a fucking schoolgirl.

“Here, I have to go.” Instead of doing the task himself, Toji dumps the responsibility of the strawberries to the first maid he sees. A bunch of strawberries fall to the floor as he lets them go in the arms of an unaware maid. He doesn’t take his gaze off you as you begin to walk to the piano room. “Princess wants a strawberry shortcake tonight. She likes it extra sweet.”

“Princess, don’t get too far ahead! You know the king doesn’t like when you’re locked in that room with Mr. Kong alone!” Toji yells, nearly running to catch up with you. He feels like he’s going to die early, and he knows who to blame that on.

He’s ignored again, but this time he understands. This has never been something that he’s cared about. As a matter of fact, he usually stands outside to not hear the awful music you claim you play. He has no ground to stand on.

“No smoking indoors, Mr. Kong.” Toji can’t believe he’s setting rules, but apparently this is what he gets paid for. This is the man that Toji has left you alone with for so many times– The idiot is leaning against the mahogany piano, smoking a cigarette while gawking at you.

Worst of all, you’re smiling. Giving the man a soft look while you listen to his instructions. Toji, who is supposed to stand in the corner without even being heard, grabs an ashtray and snatches the cigarette from the man. Toji makes stern eye contact with Shiu as he puts the cigarette out.

“The king won’t be too happy if he smells that awful stench.” Toji comments, a passive aggressive smile coming to his lips.

“Sir Toji, it’s weird seeing you in the room.” Shiu smirks, crossing his arms as he stares at Toji. “Does the king know that you’re here?”

“Does the king know that you’re flirt–” Toji begins before his eyes land on you. You’re staring at the piano keys in shame. Toji rolls his eyes before staring back at Shiu, “Don’t light another one up or I’ll put it out on your neck.”

Shiu ends up chuckling before turning his attention back to you, “Let’s get back to work, your highness. Where were we? Before we were so rudely interrupted.”

Toji’s annoyance grows as he watches Shiu work with you. No wonder your piano skills don’t get any better, the fool isn’t teaching you anything, he’s just flirting with you. And what ticks him off is the fact that you’re welcoming about it– But it’s not your fault. You’re just naïve and don’t realize that you’re being flirted with.

“Can we play? Or is that against the rules too, sir?” Mischief is written all over Shiu’s gaze. He wants to stir the pot, and it works.

“Would you like me to speak to the king? The princess’ piano skills are still awful and you’ve been with her for the past two years… You’re not making much progress.” Toji points out, and you nearly bury your face in your hands out of sheer embarrassment. 

“You dare insult your princess–” Shiu is about to respond but you stand up, getting their attention. You grab Toji’s wrist and drag him out of the room, placing him outside of the door before walking back inside to continue your lesson.

You don’t have to say a word, but Toji won’t dare walk back inside.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Toji?! Who the hell do you think you are?!” Your voice is loud and clear as he follows you to your room. You have to get ready for lunch, and on the way to your room you’ll give him a piece of your mind. You can’t keep your thoughts to yourself considering how he embarrassed you. “Since when do you care about the fucking rules?! For the past– God knows have long, you’ve left me with Shiu without an issue.”

“Shiu! That’s my issue! He’s your piano teacher, not your buddy! He’s Mr. Kong to you!” Toji argues, forgetting his place. 

“Why do you care?! You’re so annoying!” You yell. “What the fuck is wrong with you today?! Why do you think you have some sort of authority over me?! Talking to me as if you don’t know your fucking place!”

“What is my place, princess?! Do you care to remind me? Or should I remind you what you told me last night?!” He responds as you get to your door. It’s the first time he brings it up and he’d feel bad if you weren’t acting the way you are. He swore to himself last night that he would never bring it up. You were vulnerable, he doesn’t want to hold it against you– But he’s definitely had a change of heart.

You look around the place, watching out for anyone before lowering your voice, “That was a mistake. Completely forget that.”

“Good.” Toji answers, looking around the place as he thinks his next words carefully. You’re not going to give up that thought from last night, you’ll just search for someone that’s willing. Whether that’s Toji, Shiu or Ino. 

He shouldn’t get involved in this mess.

He’s not going to die by the lips of a woman.

“But if that’s what you want, I’ll do it.” Toji says, a frown coming to your face as confusion takes over you.

“Huh?” You respond, and Toji licks his lips before looking around the place one more time. He can never be too safe.

“If you want me to have sex with you, I’ll do it.”

[assassin-artist]

I like your Viltrumite OC and her dynamic with Conquest. They remind me of that meme where a cute girl ordered a beer and a tough guy ordered a sweet drink but the waiter gets their drinks mixed up so they have to switch them back.

I'm pretty sure you mean Yuki, right? Cuz the only time I've drawn Mercy (my only Viltrumite OC) with Conquest was when they were beating the shit outta each other, lol. I wondered why you assumed Yuki was Viltrumite, until I looked back at that drawing of her with Conquest and realized the overlay I put on top of it made her outfit very grey-and-white. Oops! A little bit of Yuki rambling below the cut if you're interested (:

She's not a Viltrumite! She's human, born and raised on Earth. Yuki is one of those OCs where I put her into every AU and every fandom I can feasibly stick her into, lol, so if you look at my Yuki tag then you'll see a loooot of different variations of her. She's usually a good person in every world bc "sunshine and optimism" is like the core of her character in every fandom, but in Invincible I decided I wanted her to be more neutral/self serving instead (: I've got Mercy to be the good OC who wants to protect people, now Yuki gets to be mischievous and work with the bad guys because they're fun company

She's my OC where I just decided that I can do whatever tf I want, so she's an OP mary sue that wins every fight and everyone fears/respects her and all that. Probably the main reason I don't post about her a lot, I know stuff like that isn't always that well received on tumblr. But I don't care that much, it's my art blog and I get to post my super self indulgent OC doodles if I want to..

Her basic lore in the Invincible-verse is that she's immortal and has been around for a few centuries (I haven't decided exactly how long, just at least 300 years or so). She can't come back from the dead like The Immortal can, she just has a healing factor so strong that it's incredibly difficult to do enough damage to actually kill her before she's already healed from it. She can teleport, and mainly uses her dual swords to fight with. I justify her being OP as hell with the fact that she basically doesn't interact with the main plotline, like, at all. She interacts with the characters, but she doesn't really get herself involved with what's going on in the world. She's just goofin off in the background

She basically just pops up out of nowhere, messes around with people, says some cryptic shit that nobody understands at the time but will look back on later and go "ohhh", and then disappears again. Silly jester of a woman that doesn't want to work for any organization because she has no respect for the law or governments, so she's willing to break the rules to do what she wants to do. Sometimes she works with criminals, sometimes she allies with the GDA, but most of the time she's considered an eccentric but unknowable entity.

I just really like the idea of her scaring the shit out of people by popping up behind them at random. The Guardians tell her to get out of their base in Utah but she's like "wait I want one of those donuts" and they just can't catch her. They stopped trying to kick her out years ago. She's kicking her legs up on Cecil's office desk and he just sucks it up bc he wants her help on a mission or something. Silly things like that (:

I like the idea of her hanging out with Conquest, because they're both very lonely people. Yuki, like Immortal, decided a long time ago to not get too close to other people because they both know they're going to outlive them all. So she has a very friendly and approachable personality, sure, but she keeps an emotional distance from everyone. Kinda pissing people off by always cracking jokes and never being able to have a serious conversation about anything. I think her and Conquest would have met before he came to Earth, idk how, I have yet to decide on that other than the fact that Yuki proooobably has gone to other planets before (somehow). I just want him to show up on Earth in season 3 to do his job and he sees her again and goes "what the hell. how are you here" and shes like "huh? this is my planet? what are you doing here?" spider-man pointing meme style

she's really just a daydream-only OC in her Invincible AU because I don't have any intentions of making set lore for her, I just do whatever is fun in the moment. and right now what's most fun is her pestering Conquest but he thinks it's funny and they both get some companionship for a little while

[yeonmuse]

SYNOPSIS — Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like involving himself with those at Chaconne academy, but when he finds out his little sister’s music teacher attends and she starts getting a little too close she forces him to let his guard down. Now he’s gotta juggle new people and new emotions entering his life and she’s got to face her past in order to hold tight to him and her future.

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, angst non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎻

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . Strong angst themes, slow burn but mostly fluff. I’m not sure where this idea had come from considering I have 4 unfinished series out right now but I wrote this in 4 days so lets fucking go i guess??? Includes Choi Yeonjun, Bae Jinyoung, Kim Sunwoo, Jung Wooyoung, Shen Ricky, Xu Jiaqi and Asaya Jurin. Wc is 4.1k

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | ENDING

“Sim Jaeyun if you don’t get off my fucking counter I’ll make sure you never stand again.” Jurin yells from the living room at a now frowning Jake

“How else am I supposed to put up the streamers?”

“With a ladder dipshit it's just in the basement.”

“Fuck that im not going down there? You know what happens when you go into a basement during a party?”

“First of all you jackass the party hasn't even started, and second that’s only in movies.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the banter between the two, it was a natural occurrence since all of you had started hanging out together rather than hanging out with Sunghoon and his friends some days and vice versa. There hasn’t been a day since then where Jake and Jurin hadn’t been at each other's throats.

Today wasn’t any different, all of you having gathered together at Jurins family vacation home for the break and today all of you would be celebrating Jiaqis birthday.

“Can you two go longer than 30 minutes without fighting?” Jinyoung who’d somehow always become the voice of reason along with Jay only seems to cause more chaos with his question.

“Maybe if he takes his ass off my counter.”

“I’m not getting that ladder!”

“For fucks sake ill get the damn latter.” Finally fed up, Wooyoung makes his way down the hall to get the ladder himself.

“You know I still can’t believe you agreed to come to this.” Jay takes a seat beside Sunghoon, not missing the way his gaze had been trained on you every now and then.

“Why do all of you keep saying that?”

“Because you’re you.” Sunghoon simply scoffs and rolls his eyes as he continues to blow up balloons.

“I’m starting to see why though, music teachers got you completely over the moon.”

“I think you’ve been hanging around Jake a little too much.” Sunghoon retorts, making Jay chuckle.

“That might be true, but what I said isn’t exactly a lie either is it? You like her.”

“I don’t like her. I just care about her, that's all, she means a lot to Yoari.”

“Just Yoari?” Interrupting the conversation between the two Jurin forces Jay up out of his seat, sending him off to get cups for their drinks which Yeonjun had conveniently forgot to bring with him to Jurins house.

This left Sunghoon alone again, this time alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t say it but Jay may have been absolutely right and for some reason that scared him.

The party was a small gathering. Rather than invite half the school that no one had talked to other than an occasional conversation about class notes or asking to borrow pencils, the gathering had been kept between just your friends. Consisting of just the ten of you with the addition of Jay’s cousin and his friends. As per usual the night entailed lots of yelling over board games and card games, this time with a lot more drinking involved. The conversations only went far left as Jake and Jurin started yet another argument with one another making everyone else slowly leave the table one by one.

You on the other hand chose to slip outside where you could get some peace and quiet, unknowingly Sunghoon wasn’t too far behind. The moment you took a seat on one of the lounge chairs you heard the back door slide open, making you turn your head. Once your eyes landed on Sunghoon you’d shoot him a smile as he made his way over and took the seat beside you.

“They still going in there?”

“The conversations somehow gone back to the ladder situation from earlier.’’ Sunghoon responds, a hint of confusion in his tone, earning a laugh from you.

“Sounds about right for the two of them.”

A comfortable silence lingered between the two of you, the only ambience heard amongst the silence being the crackling of the patio fire set by Jay earlier on, and the faint sound of Jake and Jurin going at it back inside.

“About last night.’’ Sunghoon had finally spoken up, putting an end to the comforting silence and the air around you grew thick at the mention of last night's topic.

“I’m sorry about my mom, I don’t know why she suddenly decided to pry last night, but I could tell the topic made you uncomfortable.’’

“It’s fine. Your mom was only trying to get to know who she hired, better late than never right?’’

Sunghoon could tell that you had been trying your best to act unbothered by the topic, but it was obviously a heavy one for you.

“Yeah I guess so.’’

“She doesn't know where we are.’’ you suddenly confess, at which Sunghoon just returns your confession with a look of confusion.

“My mom, she doesn’t know where me and my dad are.’’

“Yn you don’t have to tell me this.’’

“But I want to, I trust you.” at your sudden admission of trust Sunghoon fell silent, you trusted him?

“My dad and I we’ve been moving around since I was fifteen. One night he and my mom got into this really bad argument one night and it got heated. She even started throwing and breaking things and trying to physically hurt my dad. I had never seen her like that. She just completely lost it. I had to watch my dad pick up the pieces of a broken home, family photos covered in blood, picture frames broken. I cried so hard that day because for the first time in my life I was forced to realize my family was no longer a family. The neighbors called the police that day and they held my mom overnight, but by the time she got out we would already be gone. It was something my dad was thinking about for the longest time when my mom started to get unwell, but we never had a reason to until she snapped. My mom would call everyone lying telling them she got help just to find out where we were, she kept finding us and It got so bad that we had to cut ties with old friends and family members until she’d finally stopped a year ago. My dad was forced to give up everything so that we could move. He gave up our house, his first restaurant, the place he worked hard to keep up with since before I had even been born. We had to just leave everything behind and had to start new over and over. I’d gone through so many schools and Chaconne was my only chance at going to an actual good school where she couldn't find me. When I told you I didn’t know how my dad had got me into Chaconne I meant it, I’m not even sure how he managed to keep us afloat and manage the house he’d gotten for us now with us leaving everything behind.” you didn’t realize that tears had fallen from your eyes, but Sunghoon noticed the moment your voice became shaky and cracked almost instantaneously. This was a topic you only told Jurin and Jiaqi having been drunk off cough medicine and completely out of it on one of your sickly nights you cried and completely spilled your guts to them.

Sunghoon on the other hand didn’t know what to say, he felt furious, furious at your mother from having put you through all of that at such a young age, yet at the same time feeling a pain in his chest watching you – the girl that was always smiling and putting a smile on others face, break down in front of him. Without thinking he wraps his arms around you pulling you in against his chest, he knew for certain this would absolutely be brought up by Jay and Jake tomorrow if not tonight, but all he cared about in that moment was making sure you had been okay. He may not have had the right words to say to you, but him having held you in his arms until you were calm had been just enough.

“I’m sorry.’’ finally your tears stopped and your sniffling quieted down, allowing Sunghoon to finally pull away

“What for?’’

“For dropping all of that onto you, I shouldn’t have just said all of that, I probably ruined the mood.’’

“No i’m glad, i’m glad that you trusted me enough to let your guard down.’’ His eyes locked with yours, he nearly reached his hand up to brush the tear stains from your cheeks until the back door slid open and out walked Jiaqi, the others not too far behind.

“You two were out here the whole time while we had to sit through their cat and dog fight.’’ Yeonjun complains, plopping himself down on the opposing side of the fire. The once somber and gloomy atmosphere is now taking a turn for the best. From then on there was no more sad talk or arguing, just playful banter and conversations around the fire.

This was the first time since meeting Jake and Jay that Sunghoon had genuinely felt he belonged with a group of people. His guard was now completely down, and he wasn’t afraid to allow it. And though he wasn’t sure how long any of them would last and how long they’d remain in his life he would enjoy tonight. You on the other hand were just grateful to finally have a group of friends to call yours. A group of people that loved you wholeheartedly and shared a love for music just as you yourself did. It felt nice to have a group genuinely connect with you, you just hoped that your time with them would last, that you wouldn’t be forced to move yet again.

-

The next day consisted of what felt like one of the longest drives of the group's life, an hour long drive just to get to the beach, which all ultimately felt worth it when they’d arrived there two hours before sunrise. You felt an immediate sense of nostalgia when your feet hit the sand, to you it felt like home ultimately, after all you were grateful enough to have lived on that very beach. It had been Jurin and Jiaqis idea originally, knowing how much you missed your dad over the last two months you’d been attending Chaconne they made the executive decision to make Jinyoung drive all the way to your hometown. That way you got to see your dad and they would get the opportunity to lounge out on the sand.

Your time on the beach was indeed chaotic, between the guys making the collective decision to bury Jake in the sand and leaving him there, and Yeonjun losing his swimming trunks in the ocean. It was certainly an eventful time. Most of your time was spent out on the beach until sunset, it was then that you all finally decided it was time to make your way down the coast. All of you walked until you finally caught a familiar sight of a large building up on the rocks, a building that had been familiar to you since the moment you turned seventeen.

As you and the others step foot inside the restaurant you’re enveloped in the warmth and comfort of the atmosphere, it completely contrasts to the cool breeze that had been blowing outside on the beach. While the interior of the place had given a more modern and homey appeal it differed from the outside patio that had served as more of your typical tropical beach setting. The doors and window seals adorned with seashells that you and your dad had found when you would often accompany him on his boating trips for the new catch. Your dad and stepmother were more than happy to see that you’d returned home for a visit and with new friends to accompany you. Ultimately embarrassing you when they first saw you all enter, your dad having brought back your old childhood nickname ‘his little starfish’ and your stepmom immediately pressing kisses all over your face as she would often do when you were much younger. In your fathers eyes no matter how old you had gotten you would always be their little girl. Now that you all had finally arrived your dad had been more than happy to close down the restaurant for the night just you and your friends. Friends who seemed to have the time of their lives learning about you and your parents and how your life had been growing up here (of course you and your dad both left out the details of your actual mother). The night couldn’t have ended more perfectly in your eyes, having given your newfound friends a glimpse into your life growing up.

Sunghoon found himself hanging onto your dad and step moms every word about how you'd been as a child and your teen years. Now having gotten to know your dad it was obvious to him why you loved and praised him as much as you had. He talked about you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, his greatest accomplishment. Not to mention the similarities between the two of you having been absolutely uncanny, sharing the same eyes, same laugh, same smile. The smile found himself thinking about countless times. Even your home– the home that your father so graciously opened up to all of you for the night, had perfectly mirrored the characteristics of you and your family.

While most of the guys had gone to sleep you and the girls set out back huddled up by the fire together watching the stars and enjoying your time with just the three of you. That left Sunghoon sitting alone in the living room with a book in his hand, a book he’d been paying absolutely no attention to because he was far too busy looking out at you, thinking about all the new details he learned about you. With a sigh he throws the book off to the side and stands up from his seat, deciding to busy himself with looking at the pictures your father had put up throughout the house instead. Each picture making a faint smile curl onto his lips as they progressed.

“She was six there.’’ your fathers voice startled him, wiping the smile off his face as his head whips around to look at him.

“That was her first time picking up a guitar, her uncle's guitar. She wasn’t allowed to touch the instruments at his house but she picked it up anyway, he found her playing and he couldn’t even be mad at her he’d just sat and watched her play to her heart's content.’’ Sunghoon didn’t say a word, he simply listened to your fathers recollection of memory, unsure as to why he suddenly felt the need to storytell, but Sunghoon didn’t mind.

“This one was her eighth birthday, she got her first violin. She stayed up all night learning the strings and printing sheet music, didn’t get any sleep that night but it was worth it knowing my little girl was happy.’’ Eight years old, she had been the exact same as Yoari back then, Yoari had been persistent in her desire to learn music, Since the moment yn started teaching her she spent sleepless nights practicing her sheet music and random songs just to show you the next day knowing you would be proud of her.

Though Sunghoon didn’t know the meaning behind your father having suddenly told him the story behind all of your photos that night, your father was well aware that Sunghoon had no problem listening. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by him how attentive he was listening back at the restaurant or how often Sunghoon’s eyes would catch you when he would be looking over at the table. It was quite obvious that you were special and meant something to him and even though your father didn’t know exactly how the boy felt about you one thing was for certain, Sunghoon did indeed feel something for his little starfish.

Your father eventually left Sunghoon alone with his thoughts and the girls made their way inside, all of you having grown tired from the long day you had both today and yesterday. While the others had all gone inside and fell asleep you and Sunghoon had been the only two remaining awake. You still sat cozied up by the crackling fire watching the moon and reminiscing your childhood, soon being joined by Sunghoon who felt the need to keep you company.

“Do you-” Sunghoon starts only to stop upon seeing you look at him so attentively, he couldn’t do it, your beautiful eyes locked on him had him immediately tongue tied and he found it hard to ask the question that plagued his thoughts for quite some time now.

“I see why you missed home so much, it’s peaceful.’’ you respond with a soft hum, seemingly lost in thought.

“Yeah, but I’ve also gotten quite used to the chaos.’’ you respond, finally glancing at him making his heart thump against his chest as they met his own.

The rest of the night was silent for the two of you, the sound of waves crashing and the crackling of the fire being your only interruptions. Meanwhile your father stood at the back window watching the two of you with a faint smile.

-

Though your time away from Chaconne had been truly amazing it was finally time to get back to classes and study groups. A chaotic and hectic week it would be with not only exams growing closer, but Yoaris recital being tonight. A night which not only you, but Yoari had been counting down since the moment the event had been presented.

“What do you mean you didn’t ask her are you stupid?’’

“Jake!?”

“What? He had the perfect opportunity to ask her and he didn’t.’’

“Yeah well it’s not like we can change the fact that he didn’t ask her.’’

“To hell we can’t where's your phone.’’ Jake makes his way over to Sunghoons desk searching through loose sheets of paper and old music sheets in search of his phone.

“Look, I backed out. She looked at me and then I just couldn't?”

“Dude the recital is tonight, you don’t exactly have all the time in the world to ask her.’’

“Fuck. I should have just kept my mouth shut, don’t know why I told you in the first place.’’ Sunghoon sighs and falls back onto his bed, sitting up almost immediately once he hears the sound of a phone ringing.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you your second chance.’’ Jake responds only moments before the ringing stops and your voice could be heard on the other line.

You were shocked to say the least when you saw Sunghoons name appear on your phone, he had never called you, of course he’d sent you videos of Yoari practicing here and there but he’d never called, rarely even texted other than the videos.

“Hello?” For a moment the line was silent, but you could hear faint shuffling on the other side.

“Sunghoon did you butt dial me or something?’’

“No- no i’m here sorry.’’

“Oh- did you need something? Did something happen you almost never call?’’

“Yeah. I mean– fuck no nothing happened I just had a question?’’ he responds, sounding unsure of his own words as they leave his mouth.

“Oh? Sure what’s up?”

“Would you want to go to the recital with me? Not as in you coming as a guest or family friend, but a date?’’ On the other side of the line Sunghoon held his breath the moment you fell silent, only releasing it when you finally spoke up on the other line.

“I’d love to.’’

“So- i’ll see you there?’’

“Yeah, I'll see you tonight.’’ Before hanging up the phone he could hear a faint ‘I told you so’ being yelled in the background, and his eyebrows knit together. He then turns to Jay and Jake as he slips his phone into his pocket.

“Was It obvious or something?’’

“Well in what context?’’

“Before we hung up I heard Jurin telling yn ‘I told you so’.”

“Well if you want our honest answer, she came along and suddenly you did an entire 180. If you’re asking if it was obvious that you had a thing for her, she’s practically the only one that hasn’t realized up until now.’’ Sunghoon simply pinches the bridge of his nose in response.

“Great. So it’s just obvious to everyone else before me.’’ Sunghoon complains, making Jake and Jay just shrug in response.

After hanging up the phone your evening consisted of constant nagging and reminders from Jurin that she was in fact right about Sunghoon. You yourself had still been in shock that he had asked you on a date in the first place, having been completely oblivious to his feelings towards you the entire time. For some reason it made you nervous at the thought, your stomach churned and you felt butterflies swarm the deepest pits of your belly. You never thought that Sunghoon of all people could have feelings for you or look at you as anything more than just his sister's music teacher. Your nerves began to bubble over as you fully came to the realization that Park Sunghoon did in fact make you anxious. It was now occurring to you just how often you’d think about him in a way that was not so friend-like. How you sometimes caught yourself admiring him when he laughed or smiled, or occasionally your thoughts would drift to what it’d be like to trace the beauty marks on his face. At the time when all of the thoughts would flood your brain you had chalked it up to them being some sort of intrusive thoughts. You even downplayed the way you would get all giddy when he’d come around, most of the time showing up to the dorm with the other guys or Yoari but it made your heart thump nonetheless. Having him suddenly act on his thoughts and ask you on a date had restructured your brain and the way you thought about him entirely. It made you realize that you were in fact drawn to Park Sunghoonin in a not so friend like way, whether that be romantically or on a deeper scale he was special to you.

“Yn can you hurry up you’ve been in there for an hour you had to have found an outfit and done your hair by now?’’ Jiaqi complains from down the hall, her and Jurin having been waiting for an hour and a half now listening to the shuffle of your feet in your room as you scramble to find something to wear.

Finally your door flies open and Jiaqi immediately shoots up from the couch, Jurin following suit.

“Does it…Does it look okay?’’ After nearly two hours of panicking over what to wear, how to do your makeup, how to style your hair, you’d finally made the choice to go simple. Black corset top and black mini skirt, black lace stockings and gloves to pull the look together along with your ribbon lace up pumps. Your hair slicked back into a bumped ponytail with loose curls adorning your forehead. It was a simple and elegant look that you’d had in mind to wear for a while yet were never given a reason to up until now.

“Well if the man isn’t in love already he might be after this.’’ Jiaqi comments as she takes in your look from head to toe.

“You mean to tell me you were hiding those boobs under all those tee shirts, sweaters and crop tops all this time?’’

“Jurin!”

“What am I doing wrong? Look at them?’’ Jiaqi shakes her head in response to her friend's comments and a knock at the door interrupts the slight banter between the two.

“I thought you told Sunghoon you’d meet him there?”

“I did? I told him he didn’t have to come all this way?’’ The three of you share a confused look with one another before watching as Jiaqi swung the door open.

Once your eyes fell upon the woman that stood on the other side you felt your entire world come crashing down at your feet. Jiaqi, just as enthusiastic as ever, greets her unknowingly, though the woman's eyes seemed to be searching for someone, searching for you. You’d given her zero chances to speak, your feet moved before you could even get yourself to think properly and you had run off pushing past the woman in the doorway and completely drowning out the sound of Jiaqis voice calling out to you in worry.

-

Meanwhile on the other side of town Sunghoon couldn’t stop glancing at his phone. You haven't called or texted nor had you shown up and he was starting to worry? Had you gotten sick again? Were you stuck in traffic? Surely you wouldn’t miss the recital you promised Yoari you’d be at, or the date that he had now gotten his hopes up for.

“did yn call? Or contact you at all? Did she say anything about being sick? Or being late?’’ he asks his mom who had been busy checking her business phone at his side.

“I haven’t heard from her sweetheart no, is there something wrong?’’

“She just- she promised Yoari she’d be here.’’

“You and Yoari think too highly of that girl Hoon, even the people you think are special to you can break promises.’’ Sunghoon stares at his phone one last time, a sigh spilling from his lips as he and the rest of his family fully make their way into the venue.

-

You ran until the air in your lungs began to feel like a breath of fire, until your chest felt so heavy you thought it would cave in. You didn’t know where you were or how far you ran but you knew one thing for sure, you needed to get away from campus. Your brain was moving 50 miles per hour and it felt as if the ground itself would swallow you whole at any moment. Your heavy breathing combined with the antagonizing ringing in your ears making it hard for you to think properly. Two years, two years you had gone without her finding you and now she stood in the doorway of your very own dorm room.

13 missed calls from Jurin, 15 from jiaqi. They'd all been searching for you, worried about you. The moment you ran off the two girls followed behind you. They called everyone to help look for you, Jake, Jay, Yeonjung, Haknyeon, Jinyoung, the only one having missed every call being Park Sunghoon. He wanted nothing to do with you or your friends at that moment, he opened himself to you, made himself vulnerable enough to accept his feelings and ask you on a date and you couldn’t even be bothered to show.

When you finally had calmed down enough to come to your senses you realized that you didn’t know where to go, your home was an hour away and if you went back to your own dorm you risked running into her again. You had no money on you nor did you have your phone because you’d just run off without thinking the moment you saw her standing there. It was then you realized there was one place you knew for a fact you were always welcomed, you also came to the realization that you had been late to the recital. Even as thunder clouds came rolling in and the night turned cold you ran for half an hour until you finally made it to the venue, but unfortunately you had already been too late. Yoari had already performed and the Park family had gone home not even bothering to stay for the next hour of the showcase. Your heart sank in your chest as you realized what you had done. Not only had you broken your promise to Yoari, but you completely missed out on your date with Sunghoon.

The dark clouds that loomed over you as you walked for yet another hour had finally begun to pour down with rain, Completely soaked from the rain and shivering from the cold you eventually found yourself outside the park residence. By the time you arrived the four of them had been stepping out of their car, Mrs. and Mr. Park had stepped into the house already while Sunghoon went to pick up his sleeping sister from the backseat. Yoaris' eyes fluttered open for a moment and she seemed to be the first to notice you, wrapped in Sunghoon’s arms and clinging to him tightly. She simply looked the other way as she saw you approaching, Sunghoon noticed you shortly after, but he said nothing.

“Ari…” your heart broke as you watched her rest her head on Sunghoons shoulder completely ignoring you. Your gaze shifts to Sunghoon who had been obviously upset but he’d been trying his best to not say a word to you.

“Sunghoon I-”

“Save it. You made a promise to her. Cross my heart and hope to die, remember.’’

“Sunghoon just let me explain-”

“You should have explained 6 missed calls ago, you’re no better than your mother.” Knowing that they had been upset with you hurt, but Sunghoon’s words stung like hell and cut deep. Sunghoon himself didn’t know why he’d let such words slip from his mouth, but it had been too late to take back. He’d already said it, and he could tell by the look on your face and the glossiness of your eyes that it’d already gotten to you. And although he should have taken it back right then and there, should have apologized and made it right he just walked away, letting his own emotions dictate his actions.

During your walk back to the campus you couldn’t help but think about how in just three hours things had completely fallen apart. You didn’t know when you made it back to campus having been completely out of it the entire way back there, but you were immediately snatched back from your thoughts hearing a familiar voice.

“Yn?’’ As you whipped your head around your tired eyes met with Sunwoos, all it took was for him to say three simple words for you to break down all over again.

“Are you okay?”

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The Other Woman: Endeavour Morse x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman @lieutenantcrosby @to-grow-in-and-to-love @gwyn73

Companion piece to:

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman @lieutenantcrosby @to-grow-in-and-to-love @gwyn73

Companion piece to:

Next Time - Morse doesn't expect to meet his soulmate on the lawn at Oxford.

La Petit Mort - Morse and you share your first kiss in the rain.

California Dreaming - Morse turns up at your classroom to discuss the night you spent together.

The Detective & The Professor - You and Morse turn heads at a university event.

What’s In A Name - Morse refuses to tell you his first name.

The Golden Notebook

Bruises - You see to Morse's care after a beating.

There’s a girl in Morse’s bed.

Her head rests on the pillow where you usually lay, the sheets drawn up to her chest as she sleeps in his shirt, the one you bought him for special occasions.

You can’t describe the way you feel in that moment, like the air has just been sucked out of the room, your chest compressed so you can’t take a breath. You set the key he gave you this morning down on his desk before you leave, slamming the door so hard you hope it wakes her.

You ignore the phone after that, unplugging it from the wall as you smoke cigarette after cigarette, packing the few items he’s left at your place into the box you use to bring home your student’s papers so you can mark them in front of the fire. You place it on his doorstep, right where the two of them can trip over it before you head to the university for morning classes.

It’s that evening he comes to find you, his hair dishevelled, his tie pulled loose. You’re sitting at your desk, sipping from a glass of scotch, watching the light fade through the window across the green when he appears in the doorway of your classroom.

“I thought I’d given you a clean get away.” You say as you drain the glass. “You didn’t need to come here, we don’t need to talk about it.”

“But I want to.” He says as he closes the door behind him, blocking out the rest of the world.

“By all means.” You say, your eyes finally meeting his. “Explain away the young woman I found in your bed.”

He grasps one of the student chairs, dragging it closer to your desk before he throws himself into it. His palms rub over his weary features before he tries to find a way to begin.

“Joan is...” He searches for the words as he clasps his hands together in front of his mouth. “Joan is a friend, one that is in a very sticky spot at the moment.”

“A friend that wears your shirts and steals my pillow.” You remark as you take out your cigarette case and remove one of them, tapping it on the closed case. “You must think I’m stupid.”

“No.” He says shaking his head venomously. “Not at all. I… I’m making a mess of this.”

“I’ll make it easy on you.” You say as you place the cigarette between your lips, using the ornate lighter to ignite it. “You are nothing to me anymore. Just another in a long line of bitter disappointments.”

“Cleo…” He pleads but you’re already raising to your feet and reopening the door.

“I’ve got essays to read and I’m sure you’ve got Joan to get back to so we’ll say no more of it.” You say taking another drag of your cigarette. “You get on with your life and I’ll get on with mine, we’ll keep out of each other’s way.”

“Cleo…” He tries again as he lingers in the doorway, his fingers itch to touch you, to reach for you but he tucks his hand into his pocket instead. “I really do love you.”

“No Morse.” You say sadly and that use of his surname, it’s like someone’s thrust a bayonet into his chest and twisted the blade. “No you don’t.”

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"excuse you?? I would absolutely love to hear about that!!

no pressure tho ofc you don't have to share"

@madcatdaderpydrawer-blog and @emiplayzmc since you both showed interest

oh boy would i love to!! typing it as an actual reblog so its easier to read

basically the sweet au (as it does not have an official name) is basically one of those kind of infection au things but it has an Evil Twist... because the twisteds can be cured relatively easily! (the whole thing revolves around curing the twisteds instead of the process of them becoming twisted because i hate angst bleh)

basically boxten and poppy are the only two toons uninfected (all the other toons have become twisted, and the whole 'toon and twisted counterparts can co-exist' thing does not apply here) and they are trying to cure all of the twisteds and rehabilitate them!!!

i don't really think about this au too much since i prefer my normal version of dandy's world so it's pretty bare bones but just know that, being a relatively common twisted, looloo was one of the first to be saved, and as soon as she was saved she immediately went off to find ol glisten and when she does the two become inseparable

the glisten and looloo from the sweet au pictured below V

i also wrote out a log from boxten and poppy about them yeag, (below cut)

We finished curing Looey Looloo today. As usual the process wasn’t exactly pleasant, but at least it’s over now! We had to help her fit her head back onto her neck, since the ichor had made it come loose, thank goodness all it took was a bit of glue and tying… We questioned Looloo to see if she knew anything we needed to know. Unfortunately she knew nothing of note, besides the fact she had just been searching for Glisten before she got infected. But then -

“So, where is he?” Looloo asked. We (unfortunately) didn’t have the answer to this. We tried to stall but she caught on quick and we just had to tell her that we had no clue where he was. Looloo changed in an instant after we told her that. She just… got up and headed towards the elevator to look for Glisten - she wasn’t even fully recovered yet! It was sweet how much she cared… but also concerning. 

We ended up following her so she wouldn’t get hurt. I mean, she was so unwilling to stop looking for him that we thought we might as well go with her. 1 floor went by… then 3… then 5… then 10… We were starting to get really worried about Looloo. She was unyielding, she just kept going and going. Ironically enough, it was as if she was a mindless zombie again. Looloo didn’t eat or rest… she just kept doing machines and searching up and down for Glisten. A lot of the floors were empty, and then as the elevator loudly arrived at another floor…

“Hello? Is anyone out there?...” We were… frightened to say the least. The voice sounded a bit familiar, but we made sure to keep our guard up. We were worried it was going to be something like Rodger (we still need to figure out a way to cure him, by the way) - just another trick. However this caught Looloo’s attention, and before we could stop her she was out of the elevator and out of our sight. We heard sobbing not too long after, and that freaked us out, so we rushed over to the direction of the sobbing, prepared for whatever threat was there…

What we saw was confusing at first. Looloo was with Glisten. His face was cracked and half was missing, his make up was smudged, and his torso was torn straight in half. It’s clear he was infected, but he wasn’t attacking her. In fact, they were hugging. The sobbing was coming from both of them. We cautiously approached, and neither of them attacked us, they just stared up at us with these big eyes. (They looked like big sad puppies!)

Glisten seemed to, somehow, be in control despite everything. It made everything a lot easier, that’s for sure. We got both of them to come back to the elevator with us, promising that we’d cure Glisten (even if he’s still in control, we can’t just leave him on the brink of losing it!) During the trip back up, they stayed clinging onto each others’ sides. Looloo seemed to have a lot of stress relieved just by Glisten’s presence. Glisten is nothing like the toon we used to know, with his ego now torn to pieces. However, he’s still Glisten, that’s clear enough.

Back at the surface of Gardenview, we were able to begin the process of curing Glisten. Looloo still stuck by his side, even after we told her how the process is anything but pretty (I’ll go into more detail on how it works in another log, but just know it’s pretty gruesome). She told us she wasn’t leaving his side ever again, so we just decided to leave it and have her accompany Glisten while he was being cured. Later that night, we saw them collapsed on the floor, sleeping together, so close they were probably breathing each other’s breath. (yuck!)

They’re a pretty helpful bunch, even with the fact they refuse to leave one another. Looloo has taken the liberty of getting Glisten a new bow, while we’re working on fixing his face and his torso.

End of log #06

hm.

is twisted glisten like... doomed to eventually become fully twisted? or do you think he could be saved or at least not ever fully twist???

asking because i'm like really sad right now and i'm just wondering how plausible it would be for looloo to help twisted glisten.

because im very sorry but i don't really like angst like at all all i know is fluff ouh

[martyrbat]

a female character isn't allowed to be a character that is also female. she isn't allowed her own agency and complex motives nor any deeper emotions without it being centered around the male cast around her or a child. even if she's not a mother, she remains one because she could always potentially become a mother or she is the ‘mom character’ to the men/children around her and her actions MUST reflect that. if they don't, she's labeled a selfish bitch. if she is an (actual) mother than that's all she is—she isnt allowed deeper characterization or discussion because thats all she'll ever be, that's all she was made to be. male characters are allowed to be fathers (lireral or in the sense of providing for the people around them) with deeper feelings but a mother? never a mother.

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

I should really finish at least one of my fics before starting a new one, however

[painted-bees]

A quick, sloppy little comic about Magritte

[OC's]

(image description under the cut)

[Image Description: It's a vertical comic strip of 14 panels arranged one under the other. The style is realistic, done with sketchy lines in a dark burgundy. It is not colored or shaded and there is no background. The comic features the interactions of a couple, Magritte (also called Margie) and Rafael (also called Raf). Magritte is a young woman, she is wearing a baggy armhole tank top with a tight fitting black top underneath, shorts and boots. She has a messy bun and a small messenger bag slung over her left shoulder. Rafael is her partner, wearing baggy pants, sneakers, fingerless gloves, V-neck t-shirt and an open button-up jacket with a hoodie and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair has short side with long top bangs and a short goatee.

 (First panel): There's only Magritte visible from the waist up. Off screen, Raf says to someone else: “Magritte has our tickets.” Magritte is excited, looking straight forward. Her left hand in on her bag's strap, her right hand rummaging inside her bag. Magritte says: "Yeah! Even made sure to put them in my wallet so that I wouldn't- uh..."

 (Second panel): She is beginning to look concerned, now with her face turned to her back, both left hand holding the lip to open the bag wider and her right hand still rummaging inside. Magritte says: "wouldn't forget.... Hang on, it's not on it's usual pocket. Haha." The last is a nervous laughter.

 (Third panel): Magritte is kneeling on the ground. Rafael is standing to the side and behind her, only his feet visible. Magritte looks frantic, searching inside her bag. Her right arm is forearm deep digging in her bag. Magritte says: "It's definitely here-! It's the one thing I never forget 'cus I never take it out of my bag!" Rafael says, firmly: "Margie, when you took it out to put the tickets in, did you put the wallet back in the bag?" The letters are bolded, with the word "back" underlined for emphasis. Magritte says: "Give me some credit, there's no way I'm that stupid." The last three words are underlined for emphasis.

 (Fourth panel):  The scene has changed and now Magritte and Rafael are in a car. We see them from the passenger's side. Rafael is driving, looking straight ahead at the road. Magritte is hunched forward, hugging herself with the left hand. Her right hand is holding her head. She is looking out the passenger window, avoiding Raf.

 (Fifth panel):  Rafael turns slightly to look at Magritte.

 (Sixth panel):  The point of view is now a side profile view from the drivers side. Rafael has his left arm leaning on the open window, his right hand on the wheel. Magritte is hunched over facing the passenger window. Rafael says: "I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're worried about." Magritte says: "I can literally feel your disappointment."

 (Seventh panel): Back to the passengers side, Rafael is looking at the road. Magritte is frustrated, no longer leaning her head against her right hand and instead her hand is palm upwards. Rafael says: "Well, yes. It is a disappointing situation, but-" Magritte interrupts: "You'd think I'd be able to do the one thing I was asked to do-! That I'd at least learn from the last billion times I forgot shit. Rafael says, quieter: “that's not where I was going with this...”

(Eighth panel):  Magritte has her right hand holding her face with the palm on her cheek, left hand placing the tips of her fingers on her left temple and eye brows. She is frustrated and angry. Magritte says: "It's not like I've got anything more important rattling around in my brain.  But, for some reason, if it's not my music, or like.... food or something, then it's just not a priority. I can't make myself care enough to make it a priority!"

(Ninth panel): She now has both hands in front of her, elbows bent, finger extended in a vague hand gesture as if there was something in front of her. Magritte says: "I'm an adult in my 20s and I still manage my responsibilities like a child. I'd be more dependable if I could just stop and think for a second, but I'd probably forget to even breathe if it weren't for the..."

 (Tenth panel): Her frustrated expression turned to confusion. Her hands are still in the air in the same position as before. Magritte says:"... why are we parked?" Her noticing this stopped her rant.

(Eleventh panel): Magritte straightens up and faces the window entirely, left hand crossed over her body to lean on the car door. Rafael, off screen: "Margie." Magritte says: "Oh." Magritte's inner thoughts are written around her. "He stopped the car to scold me. No, not ‘scold’. Don't be a child about this. He's disappointed and just needs to make sure you understand so you can do better next ti-"

 (Twelfth panel): Magritte is still looking out the window, but now with a shocked expression. Rafael reached with his right hand, and its now resting gently on her upper back. Rafael interrupts her inner monologue with "I need you to stop repeating the shit your parents and teachers and such yelled at you growing up. They were wrong, and nothing you just said makes sense."

 (Thirteenth panel):  The perspective switches back to the driver's side profile. Rafael says: "A poor memory isn't synonymous with poor priorities. Nor does it speak to a lack of maturity. The priority was there, we just have to build a better habit of checking things before we leave the apartment. Both of us. It's gonna take time. You afford everyone else a ton of patience, all the time. Can you please afford some for yourself? The situation sucks, we were both looking forward to this. But it's not the end of the world. We didn't forget things on purpose. So let's take it easy and try to end the day on a good note. Alright?" Magritte says: "Okay... c-can we um...."

 (Fourteenth panel): Magritte has turned to face Rafael and her eyes are filled with tears and they're running down her cheeks.  Rafael looks startled, lifting his arm off Magritte's back. Magritte says: "Can we get some ice cream on the way back?" Rafael says: "O-of course!" End of description.]

This description was written and provided by Hiwi.

[cinnammonfairy]

⌗ hybrids – f! cat x doberman ghost! + heat + virginity loss + squirting + implied pregnancy/breeding ⋆˙⟡

where you go into heat, and your not-so-new friend simon helps you.

when price finally brought simon home, you did not take it all too kindly. only familiar with the presence of price and few other hybrids (being a house cat and all, always preferring to stay home), you grew uptight at the new imposing presence at your home. you knew price was only trying to look out for you by gifting you a companion, someone you could cling to when he was away, yet he also knew how shy you were too which could translate to unwelcoming behaviour towards those who are unacquainted with you.

simon having been briefed by price of your shy tendencies played along, preferring to wait until you grew accustomed to his presence around the house. which admittedly took... quite a while. price having been home for the start of simon's stay to get you on friendly terms did little to help, only making you ever so clingier.

when it came to just the both of you within the confines of your home, you avoided him with an admirable amount of effort. he knew it wasn't that you disliked him, you just haven't gotten to know him and how could you when you'd scramble if he walked into a room you were currently in? or if he'd be leaning on the doorframe of your shared bathroom waiting for you to finish your lengthy baths, the scent of your bathbomb wafting through the crack of the doorway your humming gleefully at the warmth of the water clear to his impeccable hearing, doberman hybrid and all does little to quell his ever growing fascination in you.

the week leading up to your heat (not that he knew), was filled with uncommon behaviour from you, once an early riser now you woke later into the day, your sweet scent heightened keeping him alert of your whereabouts throughout the house. your usually energetic self, that always found a way to keep busy around the house also grew tired easier, which was how he found you sprawled out on the couch late at night, a show you were keen on running on the tv. gathering your weak form in his arms, he lifted you up bridal style making sure to cradle your head in his arm.

your eyes opened briefly, jolting awake as you realized who was currently holding you and walking you towards your bedroom, before you gave in to the lethargy that seemed to engulf your body. letting him carry you up the stairs, his scent overwhelming your senses leaving your body the slightest bit feverish.

"i don't feel so good." your words coming out barely more than a whisper into the chilly night air, lights dimmed out due to the hour.

"i can see that, let me take care of you yeah? " his arms wrapping tighter around your form as he rounds the corner to your bedroom, tucking you in, and closing the door softly behind him before placing a call to price.

"...the date of her heats are usually irregular, but she's probably going into one soon." price's voice crackles through the phone speaker, as simon's brow furrows.

"what can i do to help her?" simon's reply earns a small huff from price, who's answer has simon's cock growing hard in his trousers imagining you begging for him.

"you can help her but only if she asks, she probably will though. god knows you feel much better than her dildo does."

the next morning he was greeted with the overwhelming scent of your slick, your warm body atop him, bare tits pressed against his chest, his blanket pushed aside so your wet little pussy could rub on his still covered hard on. every pass of his cock spreading open your pretty pussy, his tip catching onto your clit creating pleasurable friction.

"what's all this about angel? where did my shy girl go hm?"

"m' sorry si, need you..." his hands go to guiding your hips, as they grew sloppier. your wetness creating a patch on his boxers outlining his hard cock.

"s' alright pretty, i've got you." tipping your chin up to meet his gaze as he connects your lips to his, softly pecking them as a form of reassurance. price said to take things slow and he promised to try, you had no qualms kissing him back so sweetly as he cradled your cheek in his palm. with your pussy still rubbing on his cock, he moved you to lay below him lifting his body enough to peel his boxers off.

spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt, little hole twitching and leaking slick. your little clit glistening in the early morning sunrise, as he circles it softly with the head of his cock, dragging it down to your pool of slick and up to nudge against your clit, swiping it back and forth as you writhed on the bed moaning for him to,

"put it in now please si."

"so wet angel, i could just slip right in yeah?"

"'mhm! s' wet for you."

"such a good girl, so pretty for like this for me."

he positions the head of his cock on your hole, the both of you gasping as it enters. all the while rubbing your clit softly with his thumb, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks and lips. your pussy halfway enveloping his fat cock as your legs tremble softly, your hole clenching rhythmically at his intrusion. your hands go to his biceps as you feel the knot in your stomach growing ever so tighter, just from him putting his cock in. you've had a dildo and a couple pleasurable vibrators before to help you through your heat but never an actual cock, the feeling of his big cock entering your practically virgin hole was too much to bear, even more so as he rubbed at your clit so sweetly to build enough pleasure and wetness to take his cock. before you knew it, you were cumming hard on his cock a soft gasp left you as he worked you through your strong orgasm, clenching hard on his fat cock.

"so pretty... that was a nice one hm lovie, that feel good for your little pussy sweetheart yeah? y' love my fat cock stretching out your hole so much you can't help it huh."

"s' too big si..." you sobbed out as his fingers kept strumming your clit, prolonging your orgasm.

"you're taking it so well though sweetheart, i'm almost there baby. you can cum as much as you want angel."

your orgasm which left you wetter than before made it easier for him to ease his cock inside, groaning at your warmth as he bottomed out. he zoned in on where your eyes were currently resting, the filthy sight of your pussy plugged full of his cock as he took a testing shallow thrust, a mewl leaving your lips.

"your pussy's so pretty full of my cock sweetheart, you're taking it so well, 'm so proud baby."

"what do you say sweetheart?" he says, pulling his cock out halfway, watching as his cock slips out coated in your slick and cum.

"thank you si-i!" he slammed his hips once, again filling your pussy up full and catching you off guard.

his thrusts left you breathless as you looked into his eyes, pleading for anything and everything at all once. your current state of heat left your cheeks perpetually flushed which he found charming, your eyes fluttering, for someone who was practically begging to be fucked just this morning, he loved your sweet, shy and soft little mewls. slotting your lips together to meet for a kiss, one that you so kindly and eagerly return, he knows he's found your spot as a sweet little gasp leaves your lips. he rests his forehead to yours as you lock your feet on his back, your pussy clenching erratically as a telltale sign that you were approaching your orgasm.

"wanna cum si!"

"go ahead baby."

pulling out most of the way, he thrusts in to be met by a spurt of clear liquid splashing and splattering onto your stomach, his pelvis and abs. every time he pulls out the slightest bit to slam his cock back in to your tight squirting heat, he earns another splash of clear liquid that's prompted by his thrusts. the hot sight of you squirting uncontrollably whilst crying softly on his cock prompts his own orgasm, and pumping his load into you.

"made such a cute mess on my cock baby hm? my shy angel's a squirter huh?" he says as he pulls his cock out fully, rubbing his cock fast over your clit to be met by more messy squirts, his thick load now seeping out of your little hole.

"m s-sorry si, it's embarrasing." you choke out amidst sobs where he gathers you in his arms, sitting up and places you on top of him. opening your legs to scoop up his leaking cum and shoving back into your hole, which makes you squeal.

"no need to be sorry sweetheart, 'm so glad i made you feel so good."

you hid your face in his neck as you sunk back down on his hard cock, seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy was an extremely erotic sight to him. your heat making you insatiable for the need of another orgasm.

"go ahead sweet girl, ride me baby, use me all you want."

and you do, if it wasn't evident enough with the protruding bump on your belly with a possessive hand resting over it upon price's return wasn't clear enough, you were having simon's pups.

☆ hi omg um this was just like something i spewed out from my brain deliriously over the course of a couple midnights i acc kinda wanna continue it or make a couple parts of it ... haven't rlly made an intro post but i'm planning to soon .ᐟ ♡ also reqs are open but i'm having midterms rn so if you do plan to leave anything on there might not get around to it for a while :(

ᡣ𐭩 header by cafekitsune .

[ashlynlovestlou]

abby x anxious! virgin! reader

synopsis: abby teaches her an anxiety-ridden virgin girlfriend how to have sex.

cw: NSFW , abby x reader , smut , abby talks you through it , thigh riding , sub! reader , soft dom! abby , afab! reader , dry humping , use of pet names

masterlist

abby's been your girlfriend for a few months now, but you've been putting off having sex with her. solely because of your stupid nerves.

the thought of being naked in front of someone, then hearing your noises and seeing your face and touching your most intimate spots that nobody has reached before. it made you panic just thinking about it.

but abby knew of your fears. she was patient, and she cared about you more than anything on god's green earth.

so when your twice-weekly date came around on a friday night, something felt off. you'd been horny before, and usually you knew how to take care of it, but not quite like this. your legs were tingling and there was an ache where aches shouldn't be.

of course abby, being the observant girlfriend she is, noticed your squirming halfway through the movie the two of you were watching.

"what's wrong, baby?" she asks, looking down at you with a furrowed brow.

"huh? nothing." you respond quickly, crossing your legs and leaning against her shoulder.

abby knew better than to believe you, "you okay? you seem squirmy."

"i'm okay." you respond, a little too quickly. her suspicions only rose because of your soft and nervous tone, "just feel a little weird."

"weird how? you got a stomach ache?"

"no."

"then what–" she stops what she's saying, a shit-eating grin growing on her face, "oh."

you don't respond, biting your bottom lip and unsure what to do. you could sneak away to the bathroom to try to get off on your own. but you know abby has been waiting so patiently for this moment.

"youre horny, yeah?"

your heart sinks in your chest. it took you a moment to realize how she figured it out so quickly. she saw your squirms and the way your thighs flexed every once in a while, trying to create some friction for yourself.

she spreads her thighs apart a bit, creating a perfect manspread. she taps her lap, "come sit. let me take care of it for you."

"abby, i dunno.."

"baby." she says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "i promise i can make you feel so much better than your pillow can. c'mon, sweet pea."

you hesitate, nibbling on your bottom lip. your heart was in your throat, and you were fidgeting with your earlobe. one of your anxious habits.

she tugs your hand away from your ear, kissing your knuckles. she gently tugs you forward into her, "i won't hurt you, sweet girl. c'mon, honey." she guides you by the hips to straddle her lap. she rubs her thumbs up and down the soft plush of your thighs, "let me show you, okay?"

you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. she takes her shirt off first so that you don't feel embarrassed to do the same. once she's down to her black sports bra she slowly takes yours off too, giving you time to stop her if you wanted.

but you don't, so she keeps going.

once the two of you are both in your underwear, her warm and bulky hands settle on your hips, "you okay?"

you nod, unsure where to put your hands. she notices this and laughs softly, "i'll walk you through it, okay?"

"okay..."

"tell me what you do to your little pillow when you feel like this, baby."

"i.. um.." you struggle to get the words out, your cheeks red from embarrassment, "i put it between my legs."

"hmm.." she hums, "then what?"

"i like.. clamp it there."

she plays with your hair, her entire hand embracing the side of your head, "and it makes you feel good? riding your little pillow?" you nod sheepishly, resting your head on her shoulder, "show me."

"what?"

"i want you to make yourself feel good. i know you wanna." she says, kissing your hairline.

"abby, i dont know how–"

she gives your hips a little squeeze, starting to guide you to grind on her lap. the cloth of her boxers rubs against the sheer fabric of your lacy panties, the feeling alone making you gush. you whimper as you feel yourself getting wetter. you're tempted to get off her lap so she doesn't feel the dampness coming from your cunt. she notices you starting to hover, so she pulls you back down. "don't be embarrassed. i want to see you feel good." she guides your hips to move a bit faster, and you moan in response, "can i touch you?"

you look at her, confused because she's already touching you.

she glances down at your crotch rubbing against her lap, then she looks back up at you, "down there, sweet girl. please, honey. wanna feel how wet you are."

you nod, your nerves starting to dissipate.

she snakes a hand down your stomach, her fingertips sliding into your panties. when the pads of her fingers meet your folds she groans, "oh, baby... you ever been this wet before?"

you shake your head, rubbing yourself against her digits.

"there you go, grind down just like that, mhm."

her words of encouragement make you speed up a little bit. she beams at you, so proud that her girl is finally comfortable enough to let her feel you in such an intimate place.

"gonna go inside, okay?" she says before slipping two of her fingers inside your sopping cunt. you moan at the intrusion, your movements switching from back and forth to up and down.

abby chuckles, kissing your cheek. she's so happy that she can finally see her baby in this light. on her lap, a moaning mess, "you're so pretty, mama."

you smile and open your eyes to look at abby. she pecks your forehead, rubbing tight circles around your swollen bud. you clean around her and she pulls you closer so your chest is flush against hers. she knew you were close before you did, guiding your hips to bounce on her fingers faster.

when you finally come undone you mutter tens of 'thank you's' into her ear. you'd made yourself feel good many times, but you'd never felt quite like this.

"thank you, abby." you whisper to her.

she nods in response, "no need to thank me. next time you feel like that, you come to me, m'kay?"

you hum in agreement, closing your eyes and starting to drift to sleep.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

mean!rafe slowly getting soft for reader but she realizes what sort of sick person he really is so she leaves him and now rafe is the desperate one (this would be really appreciated pretty!!!)

i loved, i loved, i loved you

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — talks of murder, stalking, manipulation

summary — after overhearing a conversation between your boyfriend and his best friend, you begin to rethink your decisions.

authors note — can be read as a standalone but is apart of the mean!rafe series. part 1 is “i just wanna be one of your girls” and part 2 is “but i’ll do anything for you.” part 3 is up! “even when you pushed me away” i’ll probably make a masterlist for this cause it’s probably going to end up turning into a series tbh so lmk if i should do that! please request more!!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“baby?” you heard him call out from the living room as the front door shut. he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack then followed the smell of food into the kitchen where you stood all pretty. you had a cute little pink sundress on, a white apron with a ribbon adorning the middle, and your hair was perfectly curled. “you look like a fucking dream.”

he walked over to where you were standing and pulled you into him with his big hands lightly squeezing at your hips. “thank you, rafe. i made your favorite,” you replied with a smile on your glossed lips as you rested your hands on his shoulders. “how was work?”

a sigh left his lips and his body tensed. “same thing as usual. nothin’ for you to worry your pretty little head about,” he said with a kiss to your temple. “i missed you, angel.”

you frowned slightly and hugged him. “i missed you too, rafe.” you nuzzled into his chest deeper and he held you close, taking in the delightful scent of your shampoo. you pulled away a little sooner than he would’ve liked and pulled out his designated chair at the table. “why don’t you eat before the food gets cold?”

he nodded and sat down, laying the napkin over his lap and unraveling one pack of utensils you spent your afternoon packaging up to look professional. you sat across from him in your own seat and waited for him to take his first bite before beginning to eat your own.

he wrapped up some of the noodles on his fork and placed it carefully into his mouth while you sucked in a breath and waited for his validation. “it’s amazing, sweetheart,” he praised while getting more onto his fork. “you always prepare the best, you know that.”

you smiled to yourself and glanced down at your own plate, a red blush spreading across your cheeks. you began to eat as you two sat in a comfortable silence and enjoyed the pasta.

once he finished and was getting ready to get up and place his dish in the sink, you stood and beat him to it. “i’ve got it,” you said softly. you knew how long and draining his work days were and you’d do anything to make the rest of his day better.

“thank you, angel,” he replied gratefully while standing and brushing past you with a loving squeeze to your hip. “i’ve gotta finish up some stuff on my laptop. i’ll be in my office if you need anything.”

you nodded and began to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. once you were all finished, you neatly folded your apron and placed it in the closet in the living room before heading up the stairs and to the office to see if he needed anything. before you could even knock, you heard a loud bang, which you assumed was his fist against his desk.

“goddamnit barry! i fuckin’ told you that i had it handled,” he spat into his phone. “i took care of him, alright? they got rid of the body, the evidence, all of it and now you’re over here screwing it up.”

the body? you placed a hand over your mouth to cover the sob threatening to slip past your lips. you pressed your ear closer to the door and waited for him to speak again.

you heard him curse under his breath and laugh angrily. “it was all going to plan and then—“ he paused. “get rid of him. do whatever you have to do, just fuckin’ get rid of him. i’ll do it myself if i have to.”

a tear hit your hand and you quickly backed away from the door and quietly walked into your shared bedroom. you immediately began throwing clothes into a bag until you heard the office door open. you shoved it under your bed and sat at the edge of it.

he came in and immediately made his way over to you, kneeling in front of you and holding your hands in his. “hey. what’s wrong, sweet girl?”

you just shook your head and faked a sad smile. “i jus’ miss you, rafe,” you lied as convincingly as you could.

he sighed. “i know, baby. and i’m sorry,” he mumbled softly. “look. i gotta go handle something really quick but we can spend the whole night together the moment i get back, ok? i promise.”

a shaky breath left your lips as you nodded and allowed him to kiss you then your forehead as he stood and made his way out towards the front door. the moment you heard it shut, you packed everything you could and sprinted out towards your car. you didn’t know how much time you had until he got back.

you were quick to disable your location on everything and turn on do not disturb before speeding off towards your parents house an hour away. you hoped it would be far enough and undisclosed so he’d never find you.

and only 30 minutes into the drive, you had 72 missed calls and 101 texts from rafe.