#but as many more have done before me i do wanna chime in

[ohpassenger]

teach young queers that "i don't personally understand/support [this specific "arbitrary"/complex identity], therefore i'm gonna write about how much violence i'm gonna commit against you, [identity], in my dni post on tumblr.com" is, in fact, professing a hate crime against a queer group, regardless of whether or not you 1) are serious 2) consider that identity """morally correct""" 3) are queer yourself.

first and foremost, please acquaint yourself with the idea that not every thought, opinion, idea you form is absolutely necessary to be shared online. then, understand that even if things don't make sense to you, it is not normal nor good to go around spouting about violence against queer people - and do not let that be normalized to you, for the love of god.

everyone has prejudice. i have prejudice. i think certain things in our community are stupid, pointless, and make no sense. policing your every subconscious thought is not normal behavior, but see the line is drawn when you're writing in big bold letters about how much you hate x queer group in graphic details. that makes you no better than raging homophobes.

[haykawas]

✩•̩̩͙*˚ THE ART OF (NOT) PULLING YOUR BEST FRIEND

summary : You've always been good at hiding your feelings for your best friend, but when Satoru finally manages to land a date with the girl of his dreams, something seems to shift inside you. But don't worry, you have another best friend there who's more than willing to care for you.

word count : ~ 11K for all routes that are out, ~ 2.8K for this part. tags : best friend!to lovers, modern AU, best friends gojo & geto, fluff, angst, eventual smut, drama, love confessions, multiple choices standalone.

It is known that blue is your favorite color.

Blue like the sea. Like the sky on a particularly hot day. Blue like the feathers of a magnificent peacock, and the flesh of a ripe blueberry.

His eyes are blue. They’re this piercing, icy blue you can’t seem to get away from wherever you are. – It is a coincidence that they are your favorite shade of blue, too.

You don’t know when you started liking the color blue with so much passion, and you think maybe you always have. Yet you don’t do anything about it, you don’t go out of your way to profess your love for it. You don’t seek it out and won’t admit it’s the only color that’ll ever make you feel the way you do when you look at it.

It’s okay. There are many other shades to love. It’s just disheartening that it seems to be the only one that suits you so well.

And it is this same shade of blue that is sparkling in Satoru’s eyes, screaming ‘victory’ as he comes back to your table in a confident stride. The wide grin that is stretching his pink lips is triumphant, and you know what this means.

He actually did it.

He slams the piece of paper on the table, leaning at your level to rub it in your face, his sunglasses threatening to fall off his nose. – He always looks so cute when they do that, his nose slightly scrunching to keep them from doing so.

“Ha! You owe me ten bucks.”

You roll your eyes at him, clicking your tongue in annoyance. “I’m sure she took pity on you. That, or it’s a fake number.”

You hope it is, but you would be a fool to believe that. Just a look at your best friend would be enough to understand the fact that he could get anything he would ever want. Like he loved saying, his face card never declined. – To your dismay.

“Oh I knew you’d say that, so I called the number just in case. And guess what?”

“Ugh, Satoru? That’s fucking insane.” You cringe without waiting for him to finish what he has to say.

His eyes widen comically, pointing at you with accusation. “It’s not!”

Suguru also grimaces,  “It is. Creep.”

You grin and silently mouth back the word to your white-haired friend, mocking him.

Satoru rolls his eyes, already exasperated with the both of you, “Whatever you say. While you nerds are gonna be drowning in your video games, I’ll actually be getting some action tonight.” He winks, emphasizing the word action and you feign a gag. And you don’t have to try too hard for it to come out as genuine.

Suguru chimes in, sighing, “Just don’t come crying to us when she ghosts you, man. Again.”

You hum, your chin propped up on your hand, “He sure knows how to pick ‘em, hm, Suguru?”

“She’s different, guys, come on!” He whines.

“Weren’t the three other girls before different too?“

“I believe they were!“ You say, feigning the act of pushing imaginary glasses up your nose. Suguru chuckles, and you grin at him.

“Well, y’know…” He trails off, sighing in defeat because he knows he’s been cornered. “I just really don’t wanna screw this one up.”

You raise an eyebrow, a forced smile on your lips. “We’re just fucking with you, ‘Toru.” You smirk, “But don’t worry, we’ll keep the ice cream ready just in case you come back with your tail between your legs.”

He groans, “I swear you two are perfect for each other. Always teaming up on me like that! What have I done to deserve two mean best friends?”

Suguru looks at you in amusement, and you instantly meet his eyes with a cheeky grin of your own. 

“Two pretty best friends.”

At this meaningful exchange, Satoru groans, throwing his hands in the air.

“See? My point exactly!”

You can’t help but let your lips curve into a half-smile at his antics, and you don’t notice how your eyes seem to shine so much brighter when they are laid on your best friend, but Suguru does. He knows you by heart, having spent so many days and so many nights by your side. 

At the time, you and Satoru came into a package deal as much as Satoru and him did. Naturally, after spending so many years by your side, he understands the mechanics of your brain. Sometimes, such as now, he even senses something’s wrong before you even do.

Right now, he knows that your heart aches. That it must be clenching painfully in your chest, that you must be punishing yourself for not feeling happy for your best friend when he’s been meaning to ask this girl out for weeks now. But how could you, when the mere thought of him touching and tasting someone else’s skin makes you feel like you can’t breathe? Like always, Suguru can’t help but want to protect you.

So he calls your name, and when you turn to him, he leans in to whisper in your ear, “Hey, you really okay with this?”

You try to muster a grin, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and like always he sees right through you. “Me? Why wouldn’t I be okay? ‘m just worried he’ll get his hopes up for nothing, that’s all.”

He lifts a brow not quite buying your act, but he doesn’t say a thing, and you’re thankful for that.

“What do you say we give him a taste of his own medicine then?”

You arch a brow in confusion, and he waves a hand before explaining himself. 

“Remember when you used to date this Nanami guy and Satoru constantly crashed your dates with phone calls and weird texts?”

“And when he actually showed up out of nowhere at the theater and shoved himself between us! I swear I was gonna rip him to shreds.”

“You gave him the silent treatment for a week after that, I thought I was gonna go crazy with his constant blabbering.” He groans, his almond eyes slightly crinkling as he reminisces your high school days.

You scoff, amused, “He always had some lame excuses, too. Nanami ended up breaking up with me 'cause he thought I was cheating on him with that fucker.” 

“So what do you think? Up for a little fun?” He says as he looks at you with mirth in his eyes, waiting for you to catch on. When you do, you can’t help but gasp at the implications of his words.

“Are you serious?”

He grins cheekily, “Let’s go to the same place he’s taking his date, but in disguise.”

“That does sound fun…” Suguru looks at you with anticipation. “But it’s very childish.”

“Yep.”

“And he might see us.”

“That’s a possibility.”

“He’ll be pissed, too…”

“Oh, he will.” He smirks and you can’t help but mirror his expression.

“I’m in.”

“Hey! What are you two whispering about?”

“Hm? Just girl talk, you wouldn’t get it.” You answer, and you hear Suguru snicker in the back. You also can’t help the cheeky grin forming on your lips when you notice Satoru’s expression, but you don’t give him time to argue. “Hey, where did you say your date was, again?”

That’s how you find yourself standing before the restaurant. You can’t help but scoff at the sight.

“Papa’s, seriously? It’s like he’s begging to get dumped!”

Your eyes shift to Suguru, and you burst out laughing at the sight. “You look absolutely ridiculous.” You say with a grin, and he mirrors your expression with a raised brow.

“Oh, and you don’t?”

Your eyes meet and you try to hold it in, – you’re smiling so wide it hurts your cheeks. Suguru turns his neck and averts his eyes so he doesn’t laugh, but you can see the grin stretching his lips.

“The mustache is killing me, man, I’m gonna blow our cover!” You laugh, “Take it off.”

“And ruin the vibe I went for?” He shakes his head, “Just say you want to sabotage me.”

“I do! You look way too hot in this, our cover will be blown immediately!” You tease.

He arches a brow, a hint of amusement gleaming in his eyes, “Do I now?”

“Uh uh,” You nod, “I’m this close to calling off the operation just so I can rock your world.” He lets out a deep laugh, hiding his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes crinkle in amusement.

You return his smile.

What should have been a depressing evening turned into one of the funniest nights of your life. You would try your best to keep yourself from laughing while Suguru would act all serious, without a hint of a smile. He plays his part so well that he makes it even harder for you to keep up your facade. Your laughter echoes through the streets as you try hard not to attract attention, failing spectacularly when you happen to catch a glimpse of Suguru’s costume, –  especially his top hat. 

He has to be the only person in the world who’d think of dressing up as freaking Abraham Lincoln to spy on someone.

After this night, the bond between you two grows even stronger. Late-night conversations become the norm, and you’ve grown used to hanging out without Satoru.

It’s also due to the fact that Satoru would always find himself too busy to spend time with you, for some reason. He also misses on movie nights, and Satoru usually never misses movie nights.

You suspect it has to be because he’s seeing that girl from the Café.

You don’t want to think about it. Nor do you want to think about the distance that is growing between you. Yet you can’t deny that you miss him.

You miss him terribly, because he’s always been the only constant in your life and now it seems like he isn’t anymore. You’ve always shared everything with him, and him with you, so having him act so cold towards you feels strange. It feels like a knife in your heart.

You exhale, your finger hovering over the send button as you contemplate whether to send the message. Even if you don’t think you’ve done anything wrong, you refuse to let miscommunication come between the two of you.

you SATORU . you still coming tonight???:p

No. Too casual.

you wyd tonight? still on 4 movie night?;)

Ugh, too horny.

you Are you coming tonight or are you still avoiding us?

Hell no. Too truthful.

you you coming tonight?

Sent. As soon as you hit the send button, you throw your phone on the couch and bury it under a mountain of pillows. You sigh, feeling slightly stupid for freaking out over such a simple text.

But you never fight with Satoru, this is something you just don't do.

You’re so lost in your own embarrassment that you don’t see the screen of your phone light up, displaying Satoru’s contact name in bold letters.

satoru yeah i'll be there

The scent of sugar fills the kitchen, and you’re lost in thought as you watch the bag of dried corn turn into sweet treats under the microwave’s heat. You sigh for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, and Suguru groans at the sound.

“My mom used to say sighs brought out the devil.” He lifts a brow. “At this rate I’ll have to incense the whole house when you leave.”

“Your mom’s way too superstitious, and you know that.” You roll your eyes. “But if the devil’s real I hope he takes you first. You’re a pain in my ass.”

He hums with a small smile, “Seems like you’re in a mood to me.”

“Classy. And a bit sexist.”

“You know what else’s classy? Not burning up the only bag of popcorn we have.” He throws with a smirk as he leaves the kitchen.

You curse at him under your breath and make quick work to retrieve what can be saved. When you’re done, you meet him on the sofa, and find him already sprawled out.

He scoots over to make room for you, and you let yourself fall on the cushions, propping your legs on his thighs. You place the bowl between the two of you, and there’s silence before you hear Suguru snort.

“I tried, okay? It was all burnt!”

“You’re so not talented at this.” He bites his lip to avoid laughing, while his gaze keeps flickering from the bowl to your eyes.

“Stop looking at it!” You move the bowl out of his sight, “You won’t have any if you keep making fun of me.” You threaten, and Suguru retreats, his hands raised in mock surrender.

“Alright, alright! Give it back and sit down, the movie’s starting.” 

“I wish someone loved me like this.” 

You don’t realize you’ve said this out loud until you feel Suguru’s burning gaze on you. You don’t know if it’s because you’ve suddenly blurted out a lame, depressing confession, or because he thinks you’re crazy for saying it when you’re watching Shrek.

“I’m sure there is.”

You scoff, “Yeah, right.”

You turn your gaze back to the TV, but you can’t ignore the look he’s giving you. You try to ignore it, but he doesn’t let it go. And you know he has something to say. Something you won’t like.

“What?” You finally blurt out, appraising him with narrowed eyes.

“When are you going to tell him?”

“Tell who?”

“Don’t play dumb.” He gives you a blank stare, unimpressed by your act. “Everyone and their mother knows you have it bad for Satoru.”

“Suguru…” You groan.

“Go on, tell me I’m wrong.”

Your mouth opens to try and muster up a lie, but you can’t come up with anything. You can’t lie about this, and he knows it.

He smiles, “See? You can’t even deny it.”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“Oh, did he tell you? Or did you just pull this one out of your ass?”

You roll your eyes, pushing him away. He chuckles, enjoying the sheer embarrassment displayed on your face. 

“You know he didn’t. But come on! You and I both know he never misses movie night, and he’s been bailing on us for weeks now.” You frown, “What kind of best friend does that?”

Suguru hums. “Yeah, sure. A best friend.”

You look at him with arched brows. He’s testing your limits, and while you’re used to this side of him, you’re not in the mood to play. At this point, you’ve both drowned out the sound of the TV, you glaring at him for forcing you to face the truth, and him just waiting for you to come to terms with your own feelings.

You let out a humorless laugh, throwing your hands in the air, “You know what?” 

“Yes, I’m in love with Satoru! So what? Do you expect me to run to his house and confess my undying love for him before it’s ‘too late’?” You exclaim, and you’re too engrossed in your speech to notice Suguru’s panicked expression as he looks over your shoulder, or his hand gestures signaling you to cut the conversation short.

You don’t realise you’re no longer alone until the sound of movement startles you. You turn around with a jump, and what you see makes your blood run cold. Satoru is standing in the doorway, his presence having gone unnoticed until then. You can see the shock on his face, a mixture of surprise and confusion.

You’re paralyzed. 

You feel like the sick butt of a joke. And if the fact that your childhood best friend heard you profess your love for him wasn't enough to make you wish you were dead, it’s the look on his face that crushes you the most.

His eyes search for yours in hope you’ll explain yourself, and it makes you want to disappear from the surface of the Earth.

You never wanted him to know. You never wanted him to look at you like this. Like… he pitied you.

Suguru extends an arm to hold you back, but he’s a few seconds too late. You can’t bear this, so much that you don’t let anyone say a single word before you flee the apartment, ducking under Satoru’s arm without sparing him a glance.

You absolutely won’t stand there and listen to him apologize for not feeling the same way you do.

You refuse to feel your best friends’ sorry glances on you as they comfort you. You know it’s cowardly, that you should just stayed and talked about the elephant in the room, or just lied your way out of it.

You didn't, though. You fled, and the shame is eating you alive, but you couldn't stay there.

Not today. Your dignity won’t let you.

Yet, it seems like fate has other plans for you, because you hear quick, familiar,  footsteps hurrying towards you.

And you know it’s him. 

Him? What do you mean by him? Help a poor writer out!

Suguru Geto, who else?

Of course it's Gojo Satoru.

hello hello, welcome to my standalone first choose your own adventure!! there are three routes to this story (one has two possible branches), two are already out, one is coming soon! i absolutely loved working on this, although this took lots of time. i hope you enjoy it!

rbs are much appreciated <3

[my313]

in beomgyu's room 🧸

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ bad - wave to earth & best friend - laufey

⋆ pairing: bestfriend!beomgyu x f!reader

⋆ summary: a reel of your most precious memories in beomgyu’s room(s), and the one time it’s also yours.

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: fluff, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, non-idol au, mention of mommy kink (sorry they have weird inside jokes)

⋆ word count: 3.6k

a/n: this isnt proofread n i dont think its my best writing, i wanted to focus on dialogue a lot more :0 but i just wanted to put out a lil something for gyu's bday <3 our talented pretty boy 🥹 anyways, i hope u enjoy reading this!

2009 

beomgyu’s room at eight years old is directly opposite from your window. you recently watched taylor swift’s you belong with me music video, and your unassuming neighbor who just recently moved in has become the center of the romantic production running in your little mind. 

when his family invites you over for dinner, you’re giddy to put a name to the pretty boy that’s been in your sights; only ever seeing him with a guitar strapped to his back when he walks by your house as you sit on the porch with a book. 

“hi,” he’s the one opening the door, greeting you enthusiastically. you assumed he would have been a shy boy, especially with the way he walked with his head down and never without an mp3 player and wired earphones. that was just one of the many surprises beomgyu had in store for you and your serendipitous friendship.

beomgyu smiles politely at your parents before pulling the door back and letting you all inside. your mother’s ushering you to the boy, hurriedly greeting his parents and leaving you in beomgyu’s care. 

you turn to him, shy and unsure of what to do, but beomgyu’s there to pull you out of your daydreams. he slightly tugs the sleeve of your shirt, chin tilted to the direction of the stairs. “wanna play mario kart in my room?”

you’re scanning the room to look for your parents, silently asking permission with your eyes when you catch your dad looking back at you. when he nods, you’re quick to relay it to beomgyu, who returns the biggest smile you’ve seen. boys are usually rough around the edges, either boisterous or freakishly hyper-aware of cooties, but beomgyu is different. he’s just loud enough to have you laughing until your tummy hurts, but he’s also a good listener. 

your feet dangle from the height of his bed while he sets up his wii. it only takes a few minutes of tinkering and confused grumbles before beomgyu joins you, sitting close and handing over the controller. 

“i’ve never played this game before!” your voice chimes with the game’s background music, fiddling with the buttons on your controller and accidentally pressing something that makes beomgyu laugh. 

“that’s okay,” he navigates through the buttons on the screen to take you back to the starting screen. “i’ll go easy on you.”

you may have gotten beomgyu all wrong, because as you inch closer to stealing his first place spot on your eighth round of playing, he throws a green shell at you, putting you off-course. 

“that’s so not fair, beomgyu!” you grumble frustratedly, shoulders slumped. beomgyu has a mischievous smile on his face; a different charm to the friendly one you encountered at his doorway, or the re-assuring one when he asked to play mario kart.

“i didn’t even know you could do that.” you whine, twisting your body left and right as if it would take away from your loss.

beomgyu’s mouth opens, but instead of hearing his squeaky voice, you both hear your mom’s. 

“yn, time to go home!”

you both tear your eyes away from the doorframe to look at one another. 

“teach me next time?” you plead, eyes shiny and hopeful that you’ve got a new friend to play with. someone who would always be next to you.

beomgyu feels similarly. he lets it show by nodding enthusiastically, his rectangular glasses pressed onto his rising cheeks, swelling from all the smiling he’s done tonight.

2017

“choi beomgyu!” you yell from the bottom of the staircase, leaning on the creaky railing despite beomgyu’s constant warnings of “you’re gonna fall off one day, y’know.”

you’re both sixteen years old, and tonight is prom. unlike the books you read, you were not serenaded by the most beautiful (subjective) boy in school; but like the disney movies, you’re at your best friend’s house and going as each other’s dates. 

the idea was initially disgusting to both you and beomgyu, suggested by menacingly blunt choi soobin during one of your escapades to the internet cafe. when prom started to come closer and closer, you and beomgyu would briefly text about it in jokes. the final straw was probably the fact that soobin actually got a date before either of you. so, with only three days to prom and a whole lot of spite, you and beomgyu hunted down matching corsages and sealed the deal.

you glance at the clock on the wall, ticking seven. sick of waiting on your bare feet, you lift the trailing end of your dress and make your way up to beomgyu’s room.

you don’t bother to knock, having seen the worst of beomgyu and his room already. the sight that greets you is anything but what you expect.

you expected heaps of clothes on the floor from his panicked frenzy of not knowing what to put on under his blazer; maybe some mismatched socks, and shoes tossed to every corner out of indecision. 

instead, you see beomgyu clad in a neat, black suit, with a navy blue dress shirt. his black hair, usually falling over his eyelashes, is tucked away to show off the face that many come to your classroom to see. just like how he was at eight, you know beomgyu is different; he’s delicate, never gruff, even when he picks you up from your doorstep with bedhead. 

beomgyu has always been pretty, but tonight, he’s charming. he’s handsome. just thinking it makes you want to regurgitate your words and flush them down the toilet. it brings upon this weird pit in your stomach that was never there when you were wiping your cheeto-dust fingers on beomgyu’s shirt as some petty form of teasing. that weird feeling you only got when someone cute walked your way, or someone flustered you to the point of developing a crush. you hope it’s nothing too serious.

“woah!” 

“what.” beomgyu deadpans, unamused by your exaggerated gasp. in reality, the pink on his cheeks already has you guessing that he’s shy. your beomgyu has always been one for compliments and sweet gestures, recalling how his eyes brightened every time your smaller hands patted his head when you were younger. 

“no need to get sassy, jeez,” you roll your eyes playfully, the smile on your face never leaving. “you look good. handsome.” 

“thanks,” he smiles sheepishly. it’s silent for a bit, until beomgyu says, “keep ‘em coming…”

“dipshit!” you smack his forearm. “you’ll hear more from everyone tonight, i bet.”

“i guess so,” he shrugs, looking at himself on the full-length mirror, trying to fold his necktie like the way his dad taught him. you move closer, your dress trailing behind you when you drop the sides in favor of helping beomgyu out with his tie. you’re so close; the kind of close you and beomgyu haven’t been ever before, except when you were ten and you fell off your bike, crashing onto him. 

you’re in front of him now, looping the fabric and not really looking at him. you can’t tell that he’s staring down at your concentrated face, smiling softly at how your tongue peeks out of your mouth in concentration. 

he hasn’t gotten the chance to compliment you back, but he’s noticed how beautiful you looked the minute you stepped into his room. his thoughts only get confirmed further now that you’re just a few breaths apart; your lip gloss has a sheen that’s tempting to swipe off with his own lips, and your eyelashes flutter in the way that beomgyu pictures in a few years time, where you’re waking up next to him every morning. 

“not from anyone that matters though.” 

your fingers stop working, peering up at your best friend. you don’t really know what to make of how his eyes glisten; how they look fondly at you, so you revert to the only thing you and beomgyu know will fix anything — fooling around, saying something stupid.

“are you saying if soobin complimented you, you wouldn’t give a fuck?”

“you make it sound like i’m in love with him.” you shrug, lips pursed as you continue the final touches of his tie. he bumps his forehead onto yours, making you curse. “what? bros can seek validation from one another!”

“so can i seek it from you, bro?”

you shake your head, amused by his unfamiliar use of the nickname. “whatever. are you done now?”

“no.” you groan. beomgyu pulls away from you first, going to his bedside drawer and fishing out a box. 

he come back to your side, this time, with the corsage you both overpaid for. beomgyu wraps it around your wrist and prompts you to turn your hand over, tying it up for you. you watch him intently.

unconsciously, your hands extend to caress his head, gently patting his styled hair. the moment your fingers graze his scalp, he freezes up for a few seconds before resuming, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in his chest.

“i forgot to say earlier,” beomgyu returns to his full height, but his hand is still holding yours. he squeezes three times with his dimples peeking out as he smiles, a semblance of a confession that you fail to pick up on. “you look beautiful tonight, too.”

2021

it’s nearly midnight when you and beomgyu decide that the best activity to do when both of you are jobless on a friday night (saturday morning now) is to dye each other’s hair. 

you left an hour ago for a random supermarket run, and you return with a bottle of bleach, developer and a bunch of dyes that were on sale. possibly also a whole new stock of instant ramen. tonight was one of the nights you’re relieved your best friend has a car.

you’re both twenty now, in college and far away from home for a while. still, home doesn’t feel too far away when beomgyu’s still waiting for you outside the girls’ dorm building with disheveled hair. from your freshman year to now, beomgyu’s still been the same beomgyu that you love. you can admit that to yourself now, finally catching the culprit of that odd feeling in your stomach from prom night. though you’re unsure when you can gather the courage to tell him all that.

you’re pushing the door open to beomgyu’s dorm room, seeing his roommate taehyun slipping his shoes on with a backpack.

“are you running away?” you question, half-joking. “beomgyu can’t be that bad of a roommate. he’s like a pet goldfish sometimes.” 

beomgyu’s shutting the door behind you when he walks into your odd conversation with taehyun. “that’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said about me.” 

“goldfish are so cute though!” you reason with him, your tone higher in pitch as your silly charade continues. taehyun’s joining along too, laughing at the banter between you and beomgyu. “did you know the guy who created goldfish crackers made them because his wife was a pisces?”

“i’m a pisces,” beomgyu proudly states, chest puffed out with the bags of your pointless mission weighing down his shoulders. “would you make me a fish-inspired snack, yn? answer carefully, our relationship depends on it.” 

you try to ignore the fact that he says relationship, not friendship. details, details. but beomgyu’s all about details. he didn’t say anything for just no reason, so you can’t help but let the thought fester. for now, you keep up with the jokes.

“you don’t even like seafood, gyu.” 

“okay kids,” taehyun interrupts, heading towards the door. “i’m going to the gym. don’t burn the place up, please…” 

“i think i’m gonna burn something else.” you snark, looking up at beomgyu’s perfectly smooth hair. he catches your stare and consciously guards his head. 

taehyun leaves in the next few minutes, and it’s just you and beomgyu again. 

beomgyu’s eyebrows wiggle comically, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you to the bathroom. “w-wait, wait!”

“what? backing out?” he challenges you, shaking you by the shoulders. “yn, you can’t!” his whining is convincing, but mostly because beomgyu has this pout that he doesn’t know you succumb to every single time he pulls it out — which is nearly everyday. 

“n-no..! just..”

beomgyu’s face softens. he takes your face between his right hand, squishing your cheeks repeatedly. he huffs mockingly, “fine, you can do mine first.”

in the next hour, beomgyu’s desk chair is situated between the bathroom door and the carpeted floor of the bedroom, holding it open to let the stench of the bleach disperse. you’re sitting on said chair with a towel on your lap, while beomgyu sits on the bathroom floor, legs folded to his chest. his back is leaning against the middle of the chair, but he’s essentially sitting between your legs as you clumsily paint bleach over random sections of his hair. 

“sorry if this turns to shit, beoms.” you snicker, layering more product on the strand between your fingers. you’re startled by beomgyu’s movements, his head tilting upwards slightly to look at you before looking back down. “you owe me free food for the rest of our lives if i end up looking like a dalmatian.”

“that’s fine,” you giggle, tapping his shoulder to motion for him to turn around and face you, trying to get the sections with his bangs. “at least i know we’ll be best friends forever.”

beomgyu fights the urge to say something stupid; something that might end the nights of you sleeping over and snuggling close to his chest — the things that pop up in his head range from “you’re so cute, i wanna kiss you.” to “i think i’ve been in love with you for years, so yeah, anyway.”

he still says something rather silly, but he thinks it’s just slightly less off-putting than telling your best friend who you grew up with that you’re in love with her. 

“technically, you’d be my sugar mommy.”

you raise a brow, “outing your mommy kink?”

“yes, and?”

fits of laughter fill the air, you have to place the brush back on the sink in case you smack beomgyu’s face from how you throw your whole body around when you laugh. he’s just the same, nearly snorting when he sees how red your face has become. 

at some point, you’re still trying to recover from giggling so hard, taking the brush back into your hands and picking out sections of beomgyu’s bangs. he chooses to perch his chin on one of your thighs with his head tilted up, as if admiring you deeply from the ground. beomgyu can ignore the prickly sensation settling on his scalp and the cold tiles of his bathroom floor freezing his butt off if he can see you from this view more often. it reminds him of when you used to let him rest his head on your lap that one time your families went on a road trip, and you both were stuck in the back. or the other times in his childhood bedroom where he’d fall asleep and wake up with your fingers tangled in his hair, head over a pillow on your lap. 

beomgyu thinks he fell for you then, that he’d decided that he’d kneel on the ground forever if you asked him to. he thinks he’d probably do much worse if the requests were coming from your pretty lips. 

you stop painting over his hair, signaling that beomgyu’s done. you think beomgyu’s going to get up from the floor, his legs crossed and obviously sleeping from how long you’ve had him sitting down there, but he’s still in-between your legs that it stops you from moving too. you’re about to joke around and tell him to get up, but you finally catch onto the fact that he’s looking up at you like he’s stargazing, or watching the prettiest sunset in the summer.

“gyu, what’s up?” 

it takes a while for him to respond. beomgyu feels his mind drifting to places he doesn’t know he’s allowed to be in; thinking about how he’s thought of waking up next to you since he was sixteen, and it might have sounded like trying to snatch the sun from the sky back then, but he feels an inkling that it’s not too impossible right now, at twenty, in his room and at your disposal. 

“do you remember when we went to prom together?”

you snort, reminded of your trembling hands when your parents asked you and beomgyu to take pictures and pose together, feeling his hand on your waist. “yeah, we looked pretty good.”

“yeah,” beomgyu draws circles and random patterns on your clothed thighs. “we did look pretty good together.”

“what?”

“what?”

“what did you say, gyu?” your voice comes out in a whisper, even when you try to be firm and persistent.

“you heard me,” he mumbles, finally looking away from you with the pink dusting his cheeks.

“no, i think i have to hear it again.” you tease, flicking his forehead to turn his attention back on you. “come on, say it.”

beomgyu bounces back, eyes trained on you as his lips move faster than any other time you’ve listened to him babble. he’s never even spoken this fast when he’s raging on his matches with soobin.

“jeez, yn, you wanna hear me say i’m in love with my best friend who i have also imagined living together with for the rest of my life?” 

he blinks, realizing what he just said. “well… i mean, you got it.”

you press your lips together, trying to hold in the laugh that was threatening to burst out on beomgyu’s deer-in-the-headlights face. you’d feel terrible if you ruined this moment for both of you, so you try and keep it to giggles and a pleased grin.

“you sure you wanna live with me for the rest of your life, beomie?” you tease, bending down and bringing your face close to his. you enjoy the feeling of making beomgyu shy, and you know his guilty pleasure is when you’re rendered flustered and defensive. 

“that’s all you got from what i said?” he pouts.

“aw, baby,” cooing at him. if his hair wasn’t slicked with bleach, you would have fluffed it and patted it the way he always liked. “d’you wanna start apartment hunting and writing down our kids’ names?”

he blinks up at you, briefly taking his phone out of his pocket and turning it over to show his notes app. “yeah, go ahead.” 

“beomgyu.” you stare at him, slightly bewildered and freaked out, but also endeared. 

“i’m just joking!” he puts his hands up defensively. 

he taps your thigh again once his arms let up. “...you still haven’t said anything.”

“if it wasn’t obvious enough, choi beomgyu,” you start, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “i’m also in love with you. and i would love to be by your side forever.” 

2024 

it’s almost been three years since the night beomgyu and you confessed to each other. 

everything seems to come full-circle, because you’re twenty three and sitting on beomgyu’s lap while playing mario kart. you have vivid memories of being eight years old and telling beomgyu off for not going easy on a first-timer, but you’ve had years and years of payback for that moment by now.

beomgyu doesn’t need to go easy on you anymore, occasionally yelling in your ear when you sabotage him, only to trail kisses from your earlobe to your neck as an apology. 

as you finish up your last game as promised, you turn your head and press a chaste kiss on beomgyu’s cheek. sometimes, you still can’t believe your best friend has graduated from being just that, to being your boyfriend. beomgyu chases after your face as soon as you detach from him, his lips quickly pecking yours.

it took a while until you and beomgyu could live together, only finding a place you could both attest to earlier this year. but since then, you’ve made plenty of memories in every nook and cranny. 

you keep old habits like mario kart, and beomgyu purposely makes mistakes with his necktie just so you can tug on it, kiss him and fix it instead. but your life with beomgyu has new bits and pieces that flourished since sharing your love for one another. your shared baths that consist of gossip that beomgyu is overly enthusiastic of; taking selfies every night when you put on sheet masks for each other; and instead of picking you up with bedhead, you have the privilege of seeing beomgyu in a dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up, picking you up from work and waiting for you to fill the passenger seat of his car.

it makes you think not only about all the lovely moments you’ve had with beomgyu, but the ugly parts that only you both know of each other. 

“i really hope this is a forever thing, gyu.” you blurt out. 

“playing mario kart with me?” beomgyu knows what you mean; he can tell you’re floating in your head when you ask him. still, he lightens the mood.

“yeah,” you chuckle. you suppose he isn’t wrong, you wouldn’t mind this at all. 

“baby,” he tucks a hair behind your ear. “look at me, hm?”

“i love you today,” beomgyu kisses your lips, moves to either side of your cheeks. “i love you tomorrow,” now he’s pressing one on your nose. “the day after,” the last one on your forehead. “until we’re old and wrinkly, i love you.”

your smile in the midst of all his kisses is as wide as it was when you first met beomgyu. you cradle his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbones then bumping your noses together briefly. it makes beomgyu laugh, the sound still as pretty as when he stumbled over his words trying to confess to you. “there’s no one else i would have fallen in love with other than you, gyu,”

“my best friend in the world.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Touch of Sweetness 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“That was awesome. We have so many berries,” you dust the dirt off your capris as you stand. “What are you going to make with yours?” 

Loki squints up at the sky and doesn’t answer. You frown. He’s not paying attention. 

“Brother,” Thor calls him back to earth, “the little one asked a question.” 

“You may keep them all,” he says as he puts his chin down. “I have no need of berries.” 

“But... you helped pick them all. You should get some. Oo, have you ever tried berries and a cream? Or you could make a smoothie--” 

“I said keep them,” he slithers and pushes his jacket back to slide his hands into his pockets. “Are we done then?” 

“You’ve nowhere important to be,” Thor insists. “I would know.” 

You sway awkwardly. You don’t want to be a nuisance. Not like you always are. 

“You know, I had lots of fun. With all of you, but I think I should just go home now,” you suggest. “Thanks for coming.” You smile at Queenie, “it was nice to meet you.” You turn and look at Loki, “and you.” 

He peers down his nose at you as his lips thin. “It wasn’t entirely unpleasant.” 

You look back at the others, “what about the berries?” Queenie asks, “you could come over and show me how to make something.” She pauses and looks at Thor. He grins. 

“Of course she can,” he assures. “You could come now, even.” 

“I appreciate that but I gotta get going.” 

“We will message and arrange the details then,” Thor declares. “Drive safe.” 

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Queenie murmurs grimly. 

“I can’t wait,” you say. “Thank you for all your help, Loki.” 

His cheek ticks and he pushes his shoulders up, “it was nothing. Only got my suit dirty.” 

You giggle. He’s funny. Well, now he knows not to wear something so nice to a berry farm. 

“Alrighty, I’ll be going then. I wanna get some pictures of the bunnies before I go,” you chime. “Buh bye!” 

You turn and skip off. You’re wired with excitement. It might not have been a shining success but you made one friends at least. Queenie is nice and it seems like she needs a friend too. 

You stop by the bunny stall and snap some photos before you head off. You’ve spent enough money and time there. Besides, you don’t like driving in the dark and it’s a lot later than you thought. 

When you get home, your sister is there with Estelle. You head to kitchen to put your berries in the fridge. As you make space, Jada enters with her minion at her side. 

“Did you have fun playing in the dirt like a child?” She taunts. 

“Sure did,” you say as you slide the basket onto the shelf. 

“Sure looks like you did,” Estelle scoffs. 

You look down at your outfit. You have berry just on one knee and some soil on the other. Oh well, they aren’t your favourite pants. 

“You could’ve come. It was really cool. They had bunnies and a horse cart.” You say. 

“Did he stand you up?” Jada asks, ignoring your suggestion. 

“Stand me up? Who?” 

“Oh, don’t play dumb. Thor. You said that’s what he asked you outside the cafe. So what happened? Did he realise you’re a loser?” 

“I told you, he said he wanted me to meet his girlfriend. She’s nice,” you shrug. 

“Nice? She’s probably too good for you. I mean, she’s dating him.” She snickers. “Do you even know who Thor Odinson is? What he does?” 

“I would know. You gush about him all the time,” you stick your tongue out. 

“That’s not true,” she snaps. 

Estelle laughs, “you kinda of do... along with the rest of them.” 

“He’s a criminal,” Jada says. 

You just stare at her. “So why’d you let me go? I'm your sister?” 

“Oh, don’t do that,” she puffs. “You always are so pathetic. And stupid. You’re an adult, you can take care of yourself.” 

“Come on, Jada, don’t be bitter. You’re the one who’s obsessed with the outfit.” Estelle nudges her. 

“You’re taking her side?” Jada turns on her. 

“No, hell no. But you’re being dramatic. I bet he thought it was funny. She’s so dumb, it’s like having a clown at the party. Something to laugh at,” Estelle jeers. 

“Exactly,” Jada agrees and laugh tritely, “she is a clown.” 

You frown but don’t argue. She’ll just keep calling you names. You wait for her to go before you retreat to your room. The triumph of your day is quickly blotted out by the spiteful chittering you can hear in the front room. 

You wash up and get changed for bed. Maybe Queenie won’t message. Maybe it was all just a game to Thor. After all, what are you compared to him and his pretty, sophisticated girlfriend? And his brother seemed entirely unimpressed by it all. 

You fall asleep in a roil of doubt. You awake, little by little, and linger in bed as you search for the will to get up. You yawn and rub your eyes. You stand up and step into your slippers that look like cows. 

You go out to the kitchen and groggily flip on the electric kettle. As you wait for the water to boil, you go to the fridge and open it mindlessly. It’s more of a habit than an actual mission for anything. You skim the shelves and notice the empty space where your basket of berries should be. 

You let the door shut and look around the kitchen. The basket is empty on the counter. It must have been Jada. It’s like when you got that bottle of Coach perfume with your first pay check and she smash it against the school wall. 

What a waste. 

You hang your head and go back to your room. You’re hurt but not surprised. She’s been doing stuff like this for so long, you’re almost numb to it.  

You close your door slowly as you spot the dark stains across the front of your dresser. You flip the lights on and see the berry-coloured fingerprints all around the drawers. You cross the room and open the top drawer. You check every one and find the same thing in all. You must have slept through it all. 

All your clothes are smeared in berries. They’re starting to stink too. You take out a couple shirts and sigh. You could cry but that would only make Jada laugh louder. 

You shut the drawers and grab your phone from the charger. You go back to the kitchen as you weigh the day laundry to be done. A message pops up as you pour boiling water over a tea bag. You read the screen and swipe up the phone from the counter. 

‘I’ll send a car at noon. Queenie is looking forward to it.’ 

You read a re-read the invitation. It doesn’t leave you any room for rejection. Recalling Jada’s words, you don’t think it is an option. Thor might be nice but he is who he is. You might be just as stupid as they say getting yourself tangled up in all this mess. Yet, your only family are much more sinister than these people your sister claims to be criminals. You’ll take your chances with them. 

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

I Know I’m Bad News (I Saved It All for You) Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Typical TWD Violence and Gore; panty sniffing; allusions to r*pe

The end of the world was not really an ideal event for anyone, and while surely everyone thought their resulting situation was the worst imaginable, you were truly adamant in your belief that your life was the epitome of disastrous. You had been alone for years, having no one and nowhere to turn while cities crumbled and people died all around you. You had done the only logical thing you could. 

You ran.  

And you kept running. 

You stopped when the hunger pains became unbearable. You stopped when your bladder was so full that it might explode. You stopped when exhaustion was weighing heavily on your body. And you stopped when hiding became necessary. 

You had hidden from them. The group of men that were razing the building as they grabbed anything useful, including your bag. 

“Joe! Joe, look at these clothes!” One of the men grinned while sniffing your underwear. “It’s a woman.”

“And by the looks of it, she was here recently.” The older man—Joe, it seemed—noted while lifting one of the packs of crackers you had been in the middle of looting. You had thrown them down as you ran to hide—the location of the package directing them straight to your hiding place. “Come on out, now.”

Sighing, you uncurled yourself and lowered your legs out of the air duct, hopping down to straighten with your hands held up to show you weren’t armed. “Just take what you want and go.”

Joe gazed around with an abrupt burst of laughter that was echoed by the other men. “Oh, we will.” Stepping toward you, he arched a brow when you did nothing more than square your shoulders. “Woo, boys. This one’s gonna be fun to play with. Claimed.”

He reached for you suddenly, mid-step, his intentions unclear but no doubt nefarious. It didn’t matter. Snagging his wrist, you used his own momentum to not only evade him but to spin him back to face his men, their weapons already being drawn and aimed. 

You were faster. 

With his arm now twisted behind his back and pulled upward, you had strategically pulled your own handgun from the back of your jeans, the muzzle pressed against his temple. 

“Put ‘em down.” You spat. When no one made an effort to oblige, you pulled upwards on his trapped limb and ground the cold metal against his skin. 

“Do it, boys.” Joe’s calmness surprised you, but you were wise enough not to grant them a visible confirmation. “Listen, sweetheart. There’s a lot more of us than you. Those odds just don’t seem fair.”

“Fair to who?” You taunted. 

The man scoffed. “You sure do have some spunk, I’ll give ya that.” He tried to adjust his position but your grip only tightened. He was bigger, stronger, but your weapon gave you the advantage. “There’s only one ending here. Put down the gun, let me go. I’ll make sure they’re gentle.” You curled your lip in a disgusted snarl. “Or they’ll put a few bullets in you and we’ll have you anyway. Them’s your choices.”

Your head tilted, you feigned consideration of his “offer,” laughable as it was. “How about I shoot you, then them, one by one?”

“Lady, can’tcha see how many guns we got on you right now?” Another man chimed. 

“Oh, I see them.” You confirmed. “I also see that one has the safety on, three of you aren’t even holding them right, and all of you can’t stop looking at my tits long enough to even try for a decent shot.” Your laughter startled them, their smiles fading. “This guy’d be dead and I’d have a bullet in each of you before you could hit me with one.”

“Oh, yeah? I say you’re bluffin’.” 

The words had no more than left his lips before the shots rang out. A bullet directly between his eyes, one in each shoulder, and in each knee before he hit the ground. Joe scrambled away from you, his arm now free. You kept your composure, your stoicism schooled in place, practiced from a former life of abuse and difficult choices. 

“Anyone else wanna call my bluff?” You asked, a brow lifted in challenge. 

Joe was helped to his feet, rubbing his shoulder as soon as he was standing. He regarded you silently, the others shifting about nervously. 

“Whatcha want us to do, Joe?”

“Well,” he started, but you were quick to interject. 

“You can turn around and walk out those doors. You go your way and I go mine.” It wasn’t a request. The older man stared, incredulous, before his face broke into a grin and laughter bubbled out of him. 

“Or,” He contested. You rolled your eyes and ground your teeth. He was really starting to get on your nerves. “Way I see it, I’m down a man now since you took out ol’ Billy there.” He waved a lazy hand toward the body. “Why don’tcha just come with us?”

“I thought we established that I have no interest in being your fuck toy.” You hissed. 

“Not like that.” He motioned for the men to lower their weapons. “Join us. We take care of our own.” Wagging a finger at you, he started turning to walk out. “Think you might be a fine replacement.” The men parted to let him pass, his invitation left hanging in the air. “Let’s go, boys.”

“But, Joe, she—”

“Wait.” You called out, lowering your gun, only slightly. “Just—hold up.”

You weren’t the first to notice him, but you weren’t far behind the others, Joe at your side. The man was just sitting, cross-legged, in the middle of the road, his head down, shoulders slumped. Defeated. A crossbow laid at his knee. 

He was a pretty one with an air of danger about him. Your time with Joe’s Claimers made you appreciate the rugged men you’d come across. They were always the most entertaining and fought the hardest against the men with which you traveled. The ones before, however, would always be spouting some cocky, desperate bullshit by now. 

This one hadn’t said a word or even moved beyond looking up at the individuals now surrounding him. You hung back, getting a feel for him and how to—even if you should—approach. Sometimes you were the bait, luring men and women into a false sense of security before the group would pounce. It was one of your many roles. 

You actually startled when the man punched Joe and grabbed the crossbow. He moved so fast. While Joe didn’t seem angry—even told the boys to stand down—he was still in the sights of the stranger’s weapon. 

Oh well. Their way didn’t work, so it was your turn. You weren’t about to let them kill one that you really wanted a chance to play with. 

“Wait!” You called, placing yourself between Joe and the business end of the weapon. You knew what to watch for, the eyes would always tell on them, but while in others, you had seen fear, intrigue, and sometimes even desire, this one only seemed to look at you with something akin to sadness. You took note and filed that away for later. “I know you don’t wanna kill me.”

“You don’t know nothin’.”

Oh. His voice was just as rugged as his appearance. “I know you won’t kill me.” You bravely—or stupidly—put your finger on the tip of the bolt. “Why don’t you put this down,—” you drew out the last word and tilted your head in request of his name. Your fingertip still rested against the bolt. 

The man hesitated, the wheels turning as he scrutinized you. You couldn’t help but be impressed. This was a man who could read people as well as you could. Luckily for you, you were a master at shielding your emotions. After a moment of tense silence, he lowered the crossbow. 

“Daryl.”

“Hi, Daryl. I’m Y/N.” 

Len used the butt of his rifle to drop Daryl at your feet, a wicked smile curving the corners of your mouth. 

“And I’m about to have so much fun.” Looking around at the others, they laughed while Harley reached for the crossbow. With a step forward, you placed a foot on Daryl’s hand and pointed at the weapon.

“Claimed.”

[smallestapplin]

LOVESICK SAMM FANFIC RAHHHH

Love sick Sam is so cute

No warnings, just fluff.

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Sam was enamoured, that much his friends could tell, watching him stare at you with the most dopey expression they have ever seen. He can't his eyes off you from across the saloon, he's not strong enough to do so, you are just so stunning.

Even with the dirt on your pant, your joyous but tired smile just captivates him. Sebastian looks to Abigail, who looks at him, and they both look back to Sam, who has completely forgotten about the game of pool, or beating Sebastain at it for once.

"Dude, why don't you just go talk to them?" Sebastain questions, his face scrunched in confusion as to why his friend just stares.

"Yeah man, you're staring like a total weirdo." Abigail laughs, but is quickly stopped by how fast Sam whips around, neck snapping at the speed.

His eyes are wide and frantic "W-wait don't tell me I'm creeping them out! Oh, oh Yoba I can't- I just- hnnnnnn."

Sam sinks down, covering his face with his hands as he lays most of his upper half on the pool table. Sebastain rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a sigh.

"Bro, just go talk to them you have so many times before, so what gives?" He crosses his arms, tired of his friend's bullshit at this point.

Sam doesn't answer, just lowly whining instead of answering.

"Sam, it's just the farmer, you two are friends, right? So why all this now?" Abigail chimes in.

In truth this isn't the first time Sam has done this, it's like a switch flipped in his head and he can barely talk to you without making a fool of himself, the two watched it in real time with their own eyes.

But they also remembered how you chuckled and helped him right back up, making sure he was okay before laughing more. You have a good heart, and clearly like the blonde as well, so why not just ask you out already?

"I can't!" Sam cries, "Everytime I try I can't for, words, I can't think- oh their smile kills me, their are so cute! I wanna kiss them so badly but that stupidly cute curious expression makes me choke. Broskis I'm gonna die, this is it, this is how I go."

The blonde finally and slowly falls to the ground, laying face down to avoid the judging looks from his friends, but it's better than being made to talk to you, he'd die if he had to approach you and explain himself-

"Hey, is Sam okay?"

You yelp as Sam shoots up off the ground, smacking his head into the pool table before fixing himself into a forced casual pose, leaning against the table with a smile.

"H-hey wow didn't uh, didn't see you there sorry!"

Sebastain is cringing so hard, it's like a bad movie he can't believe he's friends with this dork. However Sam can't breathe, the back of his head is throbbing, how heart is slamming against his chest, he's forgetting everything just looking at you.

You look so worried, your hand closest to him reaching for his face.

"Oh my, are you okay? That was a hard hit, c'mon let's get you seated." You almost want to stress how serious head injuries are, but you decide against it, just helping him to the couch nearby.

"I'm fine, so fine! Didn't even feel it, haha!" He's sweating.

Abigail and Sebastain share a knowing glance, before Abigail opens her mouth.

"Don't worry about him, he's just lost the brain cell."

"Tck, when did he even have one?"

Sam weakly glares at his friends, but he quickly forgets his anger when you gently touch his cheek.

"Do you need me to get you anything? I'm sure Gus has an ice pack somewhere." Your voice so soft, like a gentle melody to his ears helping ease the pain from his head.

"I, uh....you're fine- I MEAN good, no no I'm-"

Abigail cuts off his blubbering "Can you get him an ice pack and some water? Seems he made himself dizzy."

"Good idea." You nod, taking your leave and the trio watch you rush over to the bar and wave down Gus.

Abigail and Sebastain look to Sam, watching him curl in on himself with a high pitched, but soft 'aaaaaaa.'

"How did you fumble the bag that badly?"

"Guys please, I just wanna forget I exist right now." The blonde whines.

"You are lucky they like them stupid." Sebastain cackles, patting his friend on his back.

Sam knows he's right, but how can he ask you out when you take his breath away?

[joonggphilia]

TxT Hard Thoughts

Ot5 phone call at a bad time ——————————————————————-

Today, Yeonjun called you from the dance studio and asked for some help. He had been super busy and stressed lately. You opened the door to find him sitting on a chair, palming himself and watching his phone. “M/n, I’ve been so busy today, help me out.” He spoke up, locking eyes with you. “Of course, babe.” You hummed pulling down his pants and pulling his length from his underwear. You worked up from the base and stroked him as he rubbed your shoulders. Suddenly, Yeonjun’s phone rang, the contact reading “Beomgyu” You halted your movements as he answered the phone. “What’s up gyu?” He panted, sweat trickling from his forehead. You started up your movements again. “Y-yeahhuh. N-no, I’m ffine. I’ve got to go.” Yeonjun rasped, as he hurriedly hung up. “What an attention whore. Let’s head to my room.”

Soobin gasped as your sweet lips kissed up his throbbing dick. He threw his head back and whimpered as your tongue pressed against his slit. “Je-Jesus, m/n you’re so good” Soobin panted, his hands running through your hair, and gripping each time you sucked a good spot. buzz buzz buzz. Soobin’s hands scrambled to find his phone. “H-hello. Yeah, tell Kai I- mmmmh -No I’m fine. I’ll be there in twen-twenty.” Soobin whined as he hung up. “You’re relentless.” He breathed, shoving your head down onto his cock. Beomgyu always had you around his finger, and right now he had you around his dick. He wanted a quick fuck in the dressing rooms before he went on stage. “G-gyu, they’ll find us! Calm d-doWN!” You moaned, your arms holding you up on the counter threatening to give out. “You keep quiet and they won’t. You’re such a good boyfriend, letting me fuck you in your dressing room.” Beomgyu groaned, quickening his pace. His phone began to buzz. He hummed and answered the phone. “Yes? Oh M/n! Ugh. I’ll get him.” Beomgyu muted the phone. “Baby, it’s your members. Looking for you.” He warned you, still fucking you over the counter. “I-I’ll be d-done in ten! G-g-gyu! Hang up!” You cried, him finally hitting your special spot.

Taehyun loved when you sucked him off after the gym. Many people did some stretches to cool down and he got a free blowjob from his boyfriend, same difference. Your swollen lips worked him as he scrolled on his phone. “You’re doing great M/n. Maybe a little faster?” He asked, making eye contact with you. You simply nodded and bobbed faster. He loved the whines, whimpers, and other unholy noise you made when you got into it. He threw his head back closed his eyes, one hand patting your head. Ringggg “Fuck. Just keep it up.” Taehyun reassured, picking up his phone. “Soobin, I’m seriously busy r-right now. MmmHm.” Taehyun hummed, lust and annoyance mixed in his tone. “Busy being a whore?” Beomgyu’s voice chimes from the background.

Huening slowly pumped his length in and out of you, littering your body with kisses. “I love you. More than you’ll ever know.” Huening hummed, pushing his cock in even further. “Mmmmm I l-love you.” You whined, rolling your hips to add more friction to your little situation. “I’m so sorry i-I’ve been busy. I’ll make time for you, love.” Huening Kai promised before moving at a normal pace. “D-don’t ugh apologize. I-I was busy….too.” You muttered, your mind fuzzy with lust and love. Suddenly Huening’s phone began to ring. “I’ve got-gotta take it.” He moaned, before picking up. “Kai, we’re going out. Wanna come with?” Yeonjun asked, as he grabbed his keys on the other end. “I can’t. I-I’m with M-M/n.” He panted, looking down at his lover. “Ew. Bye.”

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A/n: sorry it’s not necessarily a Drabble 😭 my tumblr is broken so I would’ve had to post two different times and tbh i don’t have the capacity for that. I feel like I’m dying I’m so sick rn 💀

[iameliseposts]

Hi darling!!! idk the character limit but may I request for the dorm leaders confessing and asking reader to go on a date? I can just imagine them blushing with a boquete of roses or a plushie in their hands for reader! Hcs btw! So its easier for you! ❤️

Your writing is amazing and I hope you enjoy writing this request. You seriously deserve more love and support, dear 🫶🫶🫶

AWHH tysm Cherry! I swear you're too good to me!! This request was long, but amusing to write!

This ended up being longer than I expected, but we can just say it's a Valentine's fic hehe! I hope you enjoy!

Confessing HCs - Dorm Leaders

Riddle Rosehearts

The Unbirthday party went without hitch and it’s thanks to you

Heartslaybul was short on hands and Riddle didn’t think they could get all the preparations done in time

You had helped Ace and Deuce paint the roses; they wasn’t a single white spot 

You had baked many desserts with Trey and man, were they delicious (yum!)

But what Riddle noticed most of all is that you always kept a smile on his face and now, he wants to bring one to your face forever

He had asked you to visit him in private in the rose maze after the Unbirthday party

You have arrived in the rose maze and met with Riddle, who looked nearly as red as the roses with his hands behind his back

Riddle stepped forward and held out what was behind his back: a bouquet of roses

“I grew these and picked them for you, so I would appreciate it if you would have a tea party with me. …Yes, I want to go on a date with you because I love you!”

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie better not have had lied to him

Leona has no relationship experience and why would he? They’re just too much effort to maintain and deal with…

Is what he thought before he fell in love with you and you occupied his mind 24/7

Ruggie was the first to find out, not like Leona was subtle, and he offered his expertise (in exchange for a week’s worth of food of course)

A gift, Ruggie had said, everyone likes gifts

Make it expensive… or meaningful

Leona held his present as he laid back, waiting for you to arrive- oh there you are

You asked him what he was doing in Ramshackle, laying in your bed

He said nothing and held out his present; a stuffed lion all too adorable and cuddly, just like your Leona

“Yeah I bought it for you, so what? You didn’t think I could be this considerate? Well I can. If you wanna pay me back, meet me in the Botanical Garden. I’ll take you somewhere if you do.”

Azul Ashengrotto

And it's all planned out from start to finish

Of course Azul needed to plan out his potential date with you, what did you take him for?

First, you come to Mostro Lounge because he had already invited you, but he was already waiting by the Octavinelle dorm’s mirror

Because of some inconvenience, oh no, Mostro Lounge had to close early!

He wouldn’t mind taking you out and he’d gift you a little something something 

But by the stars the day didn’t go as planned, as Azul stares at the storm raging outside and the rain violently slapping the outside pavement (damn, who pissed off Malleus for a storm of this size?)

A very disappointed Azul goes back to his Lounge, takes a seat at one of the chairs and buries his head in his hands; you weren’t even going to come, were you?

But by some stroke of chance, he hears the door chime open and your muttering, something about heavy rain

The cephalo-merman stands up in shock: could you steal his heart any more than you already have?

And now, he can finally give you his gift, a locket with both your initials engraved together

It wasn’t according to the plan, but Azul didn’t mind: the look on your face when being gifted the locket made everything worth it

“Wait, you actually came? Ah, I suppose that would mean that… you like me too? Of course, you coming here also makes you a customer. Order anything you like, for this was a surprise for you. Consider the locket and dinner a buy one get one free! Though I won’t make you pay for anything…”

Kalim Al-Asim

Parade for two, though Kalim prefers to call it a couple parade!

Kalim wanted to confess and be yours as soon as he could, so he asked Jamil about any confession ideas

To which Jamil replied to confess in his own way and left to do anything else

And so Kalim came up with his own adorable plan: he’d host a small parade for you and confess at the end of it

And one more present he’d make by hand!

You sat outside, behind the training grounds on a special seat Kalim designed and ordered for you

First came the horses, racing steadily forward; next came the peacocks flocking and spreading their feathers

Finally came the elephants and Kalim, looking somehow even more cheerful than ever

You gasped as you realized the elephants held a sign reading, I love you

One of the elephants pass Kalim a box with their trunk

“I’m so happy you came! Here, I made you these chocolates myself! I hope they taste good. And right, like the sign says, I love you! Let’s go hit up a party together, okay?”

Vil Schoenheit

Of course Vil was confident, who would reject The Vil Schoenheit?

And yet, Vil worried his feelings would go unrequited and he wouldn’t be able to give you his own heart

And so, he pulled all the stops

He could order something expense, after all he was a famous student actor and had the wealth for it, but he’d rather make you something by hand

Something meaningful, even more than ‘It's a Wonderful Life’

He couldn’t help it, his mind always came back to you whether he was acting, studying or anything!

You were like the Phantom of the Opera (except you’re so much more beautiful of course!)

Which is why he invited you to Pomefiore’s ballroom, the most romantic room in Pomefiore or even Night Raven College as a whole

Once you walked in the ballroom, the door shut behind you and the room went completely dark

You tried to feel around for a light switch, but a spotlight came into you and another one shined directly in front of you, on Vil

“My potato, you came into my life, as if you were a chaotic tornado. I have compiled a book filled with our memories to be engraved eternally in time. Would you create more mementos by my side?”

Idia Shroud

Can’t he confess through text? No? Fine fine…

He first thought sending you a confession text would be enough embarrassment, but now Ortho is telling him to go to Ramshackle and confess in person

Don’t get him wrong, he does want to confess to you romantically, but he doesn’t know how to 

But then again, someone else butting in and snatching you away would be the bad ending

So, he’ll do it, for the completionist route (nahh he’s lying it's definitely 100% for you)

He marched- err, awkward stumbled all the way to Ramshackle dorm with a gift he made for you shoved into his hoodie pocket

He made a 3d projection of a Hell flower just for you!

He wanted to knock on your door, but his hand didn’t want to, as if it had a mind of his own

Yeah he just stood at Ramshackle’s main door trying to work his hands again

Fortunately, you came out and was met face to face with a red Idia

True ending achieved! 

“EEP- Don’t creep up on me like that! Uh what am I doing here? Um well, I came to um- give you this projection I made and um- IwantedtotellyouIoveyouOKBYE-”

Malleus Draconia

This is a classic friends to lovers, isn’t it?

It was only natural for Malleus to fall in love with his one (and only, but that doesn’t make his Child of Man any less special!) best friend wasn’t it?

All the romantic strolls you’d have at night: walking together as he would talk about gargoyles being far superior than grotesques 

And now, Malleus wants to keep strolling down life together with you

So, he decided to gift you a gargoyle to confess and celebrate the first step in your lives as one

He finds it the least he can do to the person he considers his rock he can depend on whenever his loneliness gets to be too much

You both meet up behind Ramshackle dorm at your usual time to go on midnight walks when he decides to put his surprise into motion

You meet up with Malleus as fireflies swarm the two of you, almost as if pushing both of you closer

With a snap of your Tsunotaro’s fingers, a stone gargoyle magically appears within thin air

You could tell he chiseled it by hand and my, was it beautiful

“Why, of course I’d give you a gargoyle. You must be aware of the feelings I harbor towards you. This gargoyle and my heart are yours. Should you return my feelings, I shall gift you any wonders of this world.”

“Why, of course I’d give you a gargoyle. You must be aware of the feelings I harbor towards you. This gargoyle and my heart are yours. Should you return my feelings, I shall gift you any wonders of this world.”

[nerdieforpedro]

Christmas List

Robbie Reyes (Ghost Rider - AOS) x female reader

Fanfiction rating: All ages

(My entire blog though is 18+)

Masterlist

Summary: You make lists for many of the things you do. Robbie found one of your lists and it made him think about his relationship with you.

Notes: I watched all ten of Gabriel Luna's Ghost Rider episodes. I wanted to write something that was fluffy. I still have a little fluff in me. Might even be able to write more.

Warnings: None, all fluff (Scout’s honor)

Word count: 671 (Drabble 🤭)

Robbie sat at the kitchen table staring at a list you’d left. You were big on them, making them for shopping, tasks at work, keeping track of tasks around the house, all sorts of things. He didn’t expect that before you went out shopping for groceries you’d started another list, a more personal one:

Mention that Christmas is in a few weeks - done

Put up some decorations, not too many to start - done for now haven’t settled on a tree yet

Find ugly sweater from last year - found it need a new one too small

See if I can convince Robbie to wear a Christmas sweater - wore it under his jacket so a win?

Maybe can get him to wear a cute hat with a bell 

Find a little red dress with whatever that white fuzz stuff fringe maybe - ask Anna 

Buy Robbie some red boxers for fun - even if he doesn’t wear them it will still make me giggle.

Bake cookies with Robbie - neither of us should burn them maybe

Ask him about visiting my family - we’ll visit Gabe and his girlfriend first. Might be too early to ask.

Reyes chuckled to himself softly reading over the things you wanted to buy for him but also do with him. Your list was primarily centered on him and while that did warm his heart, he wondered why you’d only had one ask of him. 

Visiting your family.

Robbie and Gabe’s parents were gone from this world long ago and hadn’t told you about his uncle and all that happened with him. From the look on your face, you suspected more but didn’t push it. Gabe had changed the subject to making fun of Robbie never wearing sandals on account of his messed up feet which led to a roar of laughter from the table but he knew you hadn’t forgotten. He wondered what else you held back on because you were good at reading emotions he thought he hid.

When you came through the door with both hands full of groceries, you smiled and kissed his cheek. After setting them down on the table you paused after hearing a small chime. Robbie was wearing a red elf hat with a bell attached at the end with the red sweater you’d bought him - no jacket over it.

“Hey Chica, I found a good hat, though I’m not sold on those boxers.” He grinned and heat came to your cheeks. He’s seen your list. After putting away all the groceries, the both of you sat down as you sipped some egg nog. You’d gone and put on your own green sweater that had snowflakes on it. Laughs were had as he bobbed his head around making it jingle more.

“Did you read the entire thing?” You asked after taking another sip of your egg nog and licking your top lip.

“Yeah I did. You could have just asked me, I’d love to visit Gabe and his girl.” He leaned forward on the table, titling his head, but difficult to take seriously because he softly chimed. 

“I wasn’t sure how to ask. You didn’t even want me to tell them about you until a few months ago, after I had moved in. I already let them know my address change but they didn’t know why Robbie. I…” Trailing off, you looked away before reaching across and taking ahold of his hand, your thumb tracing his knuckles.

“I love you and I’m proud on you. I know you’re not always because of the darkness in you but you’re more than that. You’re my Robbie. I wanna show you off.” Your grip strengthened with the wide smile you gave him.

Pensive, Robbie stood and walked around the table, placing an arm across your shoulders. “Chica wants to show me off huh? Alright. We’ll see Gabe and then head to your family. You are always telling me about your Mom’s sweet potato bake. I'll get to taste it in person.” He pecks your cheek and holds you tight.

A promise of a new Christmas tradition.

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[raccooncati]

In light of recent Hazbin leaks, and to distract people from them, may I offer you the first chapter of a fanfic I wrote for my sister back in March? It's spoiler free and it's basically a crack fic I wrote for fun.

(Is this self promotion? Maybe. Do I care? Not really. Might as well try to get an audience in, other than my sister.) If you like it, there's a little more on Ao3.

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The Morningstar Motel

Chapter 1: Knock Knock

It’s been a few weeks since the Hazbin Hotel reopened, the whole establishment shining bigger and brighter than ever. The only thing that didn’t appear to have changed was the staff. Of course, that was true, for the most part. Husk was still toiling away behind his bar, while listening to Angel Dust complain about the piece of shit that was Valentino, and Niffty was still at war with the pests around the hotel. Not as many as before, but still prezent nonetheless.

And, even though some people were missing from the picture, life, for the most part, was back to normal. That is, if you ignore the fact that the King of Hell has taken permanent residence at his daughter’s hotel.

Lucifer, while not exactly needing to stay there, still concluded that it was for the betterment of everyone if he moved in. It wasn’t at all because he wanted to make sure a certain someone with a red monocle and an attitude stayed as far away from his precious girl as possible. No sir, certainly not the case here.

Either way, it didn’t matter because, at the end of the day, no one cared who was sitting next to them at the bar. Be it a fallen angel or a porn star, the liquor was still the same. And the bartender's not about to judge whatever happened in Lucifer’s head that prompted him to decide that living with the sinners he formerly disliked was for the best. Not his circus, not his monkeys. Especially now.

“…and then she had the audacity to call me, demanding that I give her Charlie’s number, so they could set up another audience. Like that’s gonna happen. Not on my watch!” Lucifer continued ranting about his discussion with the High Seraphim that he had that morning, all while Husk kept pouring him glass after glass of some sugary concoction that only the Morningstars appeared to be able to ingest. Honestly, that thing had to be the reason diabetes was a thing in Hell too.

Angel chimed in, apparently really interested in what the King was saying. “If this goes like last time, we might as well tear down this joint ourselves. Just to cover our bases.”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

“I know, I’m a genius.” Angel took the glass Husk offered him, taking a sip before continuing. “In all seriousness, Your Majesty, is it really that bad they wanna talk? I mean, Heaven never reached out to us before. That has to count for something, right?”

Lucifer sighed. “I suppose so. And, whether I like it or not, this is what Charlie wants. A chance to convince those stuck up holier-than-thou idiots to listen.”

Husk took this moment to join the conversation. “So you’re giving the seraph Princess’ phone number?”

Taking a gulp from his drink, Lucifer turned to the bartender. “Oh, it’s a done deal.” He swirls his drink as he talks. “Although, I did warn Sera that Charlie is busy today, so don’t bother.”

Angel snorts. “Yeah, busy going on dates.” Which was true, Charlie and Vaggie were out for the whole day. The girls were itching to go on a proper date, the first one in months, and their friends and family assured them that the hotel will still be standing by the time they return.

While the two demons and an angel were having their conversation, Alastor watched from the shadows. The Radio Demon was in no way going to interact with that group, it wasn’t in his itinerary for today. And neither was the knocking coming from the front door. Honestly, how was he the only person hearing it? It was quite loud.

Never mind that. He was the host of the hotel, so he might as well do his job and open the door, let the new guests in.

Approaching the entrance, Alastor swung the door open, his perpetual smile accompanying his already rehearsed speech. “Well hello you pitiful sinner! Welcome to the Hazbin Ho–“ The face greeting him on the other side was definitely not someone he wished to see. The word slurred out of his mouth “–Oooo…”, then he abruptly slammed the door in the guest’s face, blocking it with his whole body, to make sure it stays closed. That perpetual smile Alastor was known for dissapeared, it’s place taken by a terrified expression.

That didn’t go unnoticed by the group at the bar. Angel Dust is the first to see Alastor in his sorry state. His eyes widened as he took in the scene. Then he tapped Husk and Lucifer on their shoulders. “Guys, look.”

The King of Hell Is the first to comment on it. “Guess the world is ending again.”

Husk, while more familiar with Alador than most, is taken by surprise by the complete disappearance of the Radio Demon’s iconic grin. “That’s certainly new. What the fuck do you think he saw outside?”

Angel took a second to think of an answer, eyes still on the petrified sinner across the room. “Maybe Hell froze over. That’d be funny.”

Husk snorted, while Lucifer added “If it’s snowing outside, I’m going home to get my sled.”

The porn star speared the fallen angel a perplexed expression. “Why do you have a sled? In Hell?”

“Oh, well, you see, there is this ski resort that Lily and I used to take Charlie to in–“

“–I don’t really care right now. What I do care about is what’s hiding behind door number three.” The demon said, pointing at the Overlord.

Finally deciding that he’d rather deal with all of this at a later date, Alastor disappears in a clump of shadows, leaving the person who has ruined his day be someone else’s problem.

And, oh boy, how Lucifer wished he could do the same. But, unfortunately for him, he now has to deal with the mess left behind by the deer. Some things never change.

Downing the last of his drink, the King approached the entrance of the hotel, bracing himself before opening the door. What greeted him on the other side wasn't a blizzard, or another Exorcist army, but his wife. His estranged wife that he hasn’t seen in literal years.

“Hello, Lucifer. May I come in?”

Yup, definitely wished he could trade places with Alastor right now.

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This first chapter was inspired by a fanart that had no business being as funny as it was. @_deetea_ on Twitter and Instagram

[gendervapor14]

treating myself to some old OP episodes to alleviate the horrors and i can’t resist the urge to ramble about bell-mère’s death a little bit.

so, i will start here, with this iconic moment:

manga readers may notice something right off the bat. “hey, arlong’s not aiming for her head!” yes, in the anime, seems they switched his aim for the heart. i actually prefer this. first of all, that flintlock is huge compared to her, so head or heart, it’s gonna kill her. not a fatality issue. i’m just a huge sap, and i think there’s something more symbolic about him shooting her in the heart for defending her love - her kids. (even tho all of this could have been avoided if she just lied, and then she’d actually be able to keep loving and supporting her kids, but, uh, i digress)

this moment really captured me when i was first watching, because for the first time, one piece truly felt dark. this wasn’t just an upsetting backstory. it had some element of gore here, which i’m not sure would be as effective if he went through with a headshot. they might have censored it a bit more.

more (slightly gruesome) photos and analysis beneath the cut 👀

look at what they got away with here!! this was early one piece mind you, so i feel like things were generally a little cushier? (or maybe that’s just my nostalgia talking XD) but the harsh black and white contrast, the utter silence during this scene, the speed in which this happened! (it was a pain to pause and scrub and get good screenshots, let me add). i will say i’m not up to date with current OP shenanigans, but to me, this seems like one of the most abrupt and brutal deaths in the series. (and this doesn’t even put into account the horrid beating she got beforehand)

there are some nice parallels here between her death and rosinante’s, (most notably her last words being “i love you” to nami and nojiko, and a flintlock as the weapon of choice), but even then, i think this is a bit nastier. seven little bullets in a 10ft tall man is painful, yes, but it wasn’t gruesome, and he managed to cling onto life for a little while afterwards. this was just. bang. done. heart – gone. leaves the viewer totally reeling.

in a way i feel like it’s almost an honor for bell-mère to get such a violent death? okay hear me out i know that sounds crazy. she sacrificed herself for her kids and went out kicking and screaming (or standing solemnly, towards the end). she brought forth such a refreshing take on women in one piece. i mean, let’s not forget this scene:

she was gonna blow his brains out!! zero hesitation!! how many characters in this series, let alone women, would go through something like this? i get that different characters have different honor codes and such, but it was sooo incredibly invigorating to see a woman get her hands dirty like this.

so by that logic, it’s kind of weirdly nice to see her not be treated like a little doll? this is highly speculative though, because i’ve noticed there’s this rather annoying trend where women are used as a moral compass for villains. “oh, look how deplorable arlong is, he did that to a young pretty woman!” we see the same thing with doflamingo, for instance, in his “fight” with viola. “oh how heinous, he threw her to the ground! how disrespectful! she’s just an innocent princess!” yeah, ugh. getting off tangent here

this whole scene set a standard for me, (and hopefully other viewers), who kind of saw the series as a fun lighthearted pirate adventure. yes, there was tragedy and sadness before this arc, before this backstory, but something about this moment in particular made my perception tremble. the bar was raised! a compelling character and backstory can have a truly harrowing ending!! a delightful revelation for me, for whatever reason XD

feel free to chime in if ya got any additional comments or takes on the matter. i don’t think bell-mère gets enough love. if you do wanna chime in, just um. be nice. i’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer, okay. and multiple interpretations of these scenes are valid! i’d love to hear ‘em! <3

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Manners : Part Two

February Filth Fest : Day Nineteen

Park Seonghwa x fem reader x Kim Hongjoong

a/n: part one — you don't have to read it to comprehend this one but i love it sm , i can't not plug it

You've never felt so close.

✫彡wordcount: 1.5k

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, threesome, DP, poly relationship, dom hwa, sub hj, sub-leaning reader, picks up where it left off, unprotected (no no), edging, multiple cream pie & orgasms, so many pet names, intense emotional relationship

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

  "You said you want to fuck her, right?"

   "Y-yes."

  "Then get to it, Baby."

Seonghwa guides Hongjoongs hips to yours, holding the base of his cock until he fully settles inside of you. The three of you let on a simultaneous sigh, melting into each others hold.

"Does she feel so good, Joongie?" Seonghwa asks as he flattens his hand against his belly, stroking his thumb over his heated skin gently.

"Yes," he whines, one hand wrapping around his and the other grabbing yours. "Feels so good."

He rarely fucks you in this position, and the fact that he has Seonghwa behind him guiding his hips back and forth slowly is making it all the better. You are in the same boat, completely loosing your dominance as Hwa guides your subby boyfriend.

"Where's your manners, Puppy?" He leans in closer and whispers, "tell her thank you." It's a nickname he's only ever heard from you, but now that Hwa has heard it, it won't let him live in peace. He slides his hand up to his chest and cups his pec, whispering again, "tell our girl how good you make her feel."

"Oh, Mama!" He yells as he ghosts over his nipple. "M- Fuck, Baby, you feel so good! I wanna cum, please. I need to cum again!"

"No," the both of you chime, albeit yours is more broken by pleasure as his hips settle and his cock rests on your g-spot."Don't cum, please, hold it, Joong!" He's never heard you beg for him like this, and it almost pushes him right over the edge.

He mindless follows Seonghwas hands as he withdraws his hips for him. Even though he lets himself be pulled away, he cries for you, "no, Mama!"

He tries to climb right back onto you when Hwa lays him down next to you. He's stopped with his hand pushing his shoulder back and holding him down with a warning look.

"Princess, you remember last week? When we played with your toy?" You nod lightly, rubbing Joongs arm as he's held in place. "You want our Joongie to replace that toy?"

"Really, really?" You sit up with a new wave of energy, nearly jumping his bones.

"Go ahead and ask him, Sweetie." Hongjoong, who's been watching form the sidelines trying to figure out what's happening, is suddenly jumped on by you. You have a big smile, cradling his face and sitting on his stomach.

"Starlight..." You lean and peck his swollen lips. You can still taste the cum on them. "Do you want to fuck me with Hwa?"

He swallows thickly, looking over your shoulder to see him climbing closer. "At- at the same time?"

You hum and nod happily, moaning as Seonghwa rubs your ass. "I can take it! We done it before, we used my toy, but..." He kisses the back of your shoulder to encourage you. "But I think you'd feel so much better." You rub up and down his chest, smiling fondly at the ring that dangles off the chain on his neck. You fiddle with it as you gather the nerves to ask again after he processes the information. "You want to?"

"Yes," he speaks breathlessly, looking up at you with love flooding his eyes like water in a river during a flood.

He holds both of your hands as you wiggle down to sit on his cock. The both of your shiver at the sudden intrusion, holding on tightly.

When Seonghwas head prods at the base is his cock and your stretched hole, he holds you so tightly that your hands begin losing color. "Are you ready?"

"Uh-huh." "Yeah."

He settles his knees on either side of Hongjoongs and holds your back to his chest as he slips in. The reaction you have is one that none of you had expected.

You cum.

Hongjoong has to physically hold himself back from cumming in response, and all Seonghwa can do is rest his head against yours wordlessly. He's only a fourth of the way inside of you, and he can only imagine what will happen when he fully stretches you out.

He's not going unaffected, no matter how composed he seems as he tells you how good you both are doing. Hongjoongs cock pressed against his so tightly in your warmth, he can't even begin to comprehend the pleasure of being so close to the both of you at the same time.

He bottoms out, arms wrapping around your chest tightly and whispering just how good you're taking it. "Isn't she doing so good, Joong? Taking us so well, my good girl."

"So good y- so fucking good."

"Thank you, oh fuck..." Even when you're stuffed beyond your wildest desires, you don't forget how much having manners make Seonghwa happy. He hums into your neck, and you can feel the smile on his lips.

"Doing so good, too, Baby Boy. Holding back so well."

He sniffles a bit, biting back his tears of overstimulation at the fact he knows how good he's doing. "Thank you, Mars."

He turns his attention back to you, gently massaging your breasts."Are you ready, Sweetheart?" You nod, rocking your hips ever so gently.

Each of you has a different sound leaving you at the sensation. Joong cries out in pleasure, you become a moaning mess, and Hwa almost falls onto you as he groans. "Ah! Oh my fuck!" The pressure of the both of them stretching you out together was good, but nothing, nothing at all, compared to the feeling of fucking yourself on them.

"Keep goin', Baby," Hongjoong pleads, hands finding their way around your back. Seonghwa holds his hands in one of his and places the other ontop of yours as you lean over Joong and steady yourself with your hands on the pillow beside his head.

"So good, Princess," he moans from behind you as you lift your hips. "Fucking us so well."

"Ca- Ah, I can't take it! S'too good," you contradict your own words, bouncing your hips faster and faster.

"Yes, you can, Sweetie."

"You can, Baby!"

Stirred on by your boyfriends praises, you fuck them until you can barely move. You don't know how or when Seonghwa got you all in a different position, but you're eternally grateful as you lay on your side: surrounded by their warmth as they thrust into you. He lifts your leg and places it over Hongjoongs grinding hip, making them hit an all new spot inside of you.

When your walls flutter, Hongjoong buries his head in your chest and whines, edged beyond belief and praying that you will cum soon so he can as well. Seonghwa reaches around and pets his head gently, a stark contrast to the way his cock is frotting roughly against him inside of you.

"Mars, Mars!" You yell as he toys with your clit. "Gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it, Princess. Cum for us."

Your arms wrap around his hand and Hongjoongs head, nearly passing out as your orgasm hits you like you've run into a brick wall. You fall silent as it washes over you.

Hongjoong is right behind you when Hwa tells him to fill you up. His warm, thick seed inside of you floods around them, and then Seonghwa is cumming.

He holds the both of you as close as possible as you begin to shiver in the after shocks of your orgasms, fucked out and overstimulated like crazy.

You've never felt so close to one another. Tangled up in each others limbs. Minds fuzzy with no thoughts other than each other.

Hongjoongs never felt so safe. Stuffed inside his beloved girlfriend in a mix of his and his boyfriends cum. Face buried in the warmth of his Mamas chest while his Mars strokes his head.

Seonghwas never been more content. Listening to the heavy breaths of his lovers as they come down from an unbelievable high with him. The shaking hand of his girlfriend following his as he pets his boyfriends sweaty head.

You've never felt more loved. Filled beyond words with both of your boyfriends cocks and jizz. Cradled between their arms as you all catch your breath from the most intense love making you've ever experienced.

"I love you."

—

[writeandsurvive]

Doubts ~ Alden Parker 2/2

Summary: Alden Parker reconnects with his first love and it gets him all confused  Pairing: Alden Parker x Fem!Reader Words count: 5.5k Warnings: age gap relationship, pregnancy talk, mention of dissociation Author's note: it's been a while since I wrote for Alden and I definitely didn't expect for it to be this long, nor take this way either but here we are. I'm giving myself to opportunity to write sequel fics with that ending, cause you never know. I hope you're enjoying it <3 love!

Around lunch time, he received a text from Jeremy. 

‘Wanna come over with your lady tonight?’ He didn’t answer immediately because he didn’t know. 

A couple hours later, it was your turn to text him. 

‘Jer is inviting us for dinner tonight. I’m down! You?’

He can leave Jeremy on read but he can’t do it to you. 

‘Not sure, day’s a mess.’

More like his head is a mess. 

‘Is it okay if I go anyway? You can join if you leave work early enough.’

‘Of course, go! I’ll keep you posted.’

‘Works. Love you, Superman! ❤️’

‘Love you too’

“You look miserable, Parker.” Nick Torres informed him as he grabbed a pastry still sitting on Alden’s desk.

“Thanks, Torres?”

“I bet it’s past days haven't been easy for you. When are we going to meet the future Mrs Parker?”

“Don’t know. We got some stuff planned already.”

“You know she can just stop by.” Jess chimed in.

“Been there, done that. Nope.”

“Alden” it was Tim’s turn to join, “We’re not jerks from the FBI, you know?”

“I don’t worry about you guys. But—“ his hand gesture showed off the entire headquarters, meaning everyone else. 

“I know what’s going on!” Jess interjected, earning puzzled looks from her coworkers. “You’re gatekeeping her.”

“Gatekeeping?”

“Kasie told me how pretty she is. And she’s younger than you.”

“We established that.”

“You are afraid someone in here, in her age rank, will try to swoop her away from you.” 

Alden let out a humorless laugh. “Trust me, Jess, I’ve seen many people try and fail. Right in front of me. I’m not worried about that.” 

“Or maybe she’s just good at hiding it.” Nick grinned at his team leader. 

“Torres, shut up.” 

“Gatekeeping.” Jess said, again. And Tim and Nick repeated it as agreements.

Alden Parker wasn’t sure what drove him to Joy’s house once again. He didn’t even know why he drove for two hours before going there, just to get her favorite pastries from when they were kids. The case is done, and he should put this behind him like it’s been all of those years. But when she opened the door and welcomed him inside, he smiled. 

They settled at the table with coffee and pastries, and started to talk. It was about the case this time, it was about them. Their past, what happened, how they felt. What their lives became from there. He learned that his ex wife Vivian visited Joy after their divorce because she “wanted to see the woman she fought against through the entire marriage.”

“That’s very stupid.” He said “And I’m sorry she actually came to see you.”

“It’s okay, at least I knew about how your life turned out. But it was fifteen years ago. What happened after that?”

You. He met you several years after his divorce, but that was the only answer he wanted to give. You happened, and you made his life a thousand times better. 

“I'm getting married in two months.” 

“Oh! I didn’t—well, congratulations, Park. Kids? Stepkids perhaps?”

“No and no.”

“Do you regret not having kids?”

Alden rubbed his face before answering. “I’m sorry, maybe you don’t want to talk about—“

“She’s younger than me. Young enough to get pregnant, so—“

“Okay, back up. When you say younger than you—?”

“Ryan’s age.”

“You kidding me right now?”

He shook his head no.

“Park, what the hell! Are you seriously getting married to a girl who could be your daughter?”

“Please, don’t, Joy. I’ve had this conversation too many times, I’m not having it with you.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s—“

“Wrong? Bad? Sick? Perverted? Trust me, I heard it all.”

“No, I was just going to say that—it’s too bad.” He looked up to her. “I was hoping you were single.”

He felt her hand on top of his. He knew he should’ve moved his hand away. He should’ve told her to back off, tell her that he wasn’t, and he was very happy about his life and upcoming wedding. But he let her. He let her intertwine her fingers with his. He even squeezed and she softly smiled. She got closer to him, and he didn’t move away. He saw her face approaching his, and he stayed there. Her lips touched his and he didn’t pull away. 

When his phone buzzed, he basically jumped from his seat, stepping away from Joy. Confused and lost, he grabbed his phone and saw that Jeremy was calling. He cleared his throat before answering.

“Hey pal.” He tried to sound casual.

“Uncle Alden! Where are you? Are you coming?” Eli.

“Buddy, hey! I’m still at work, but I’m coming soon, okay? I hope you didn’t start eating without me?” 

“No but hurry, you’re gonna miss the beginning of the game!” 

“I’m on my way! I’m hurrying up!” 

“Okay! But auntie said "drive safe.””

“Always.”

Joy was sitting at the table again. “My godson.”

“And he’s waiting for you, from what I understood.”

“Yeah, dinner and a baseball game.”

He grabbed his coat to put it on. 

“Is she his godmother?”

“No, Eli was five when I met her. But I really don’t want to talk about her with you, Joy. That kiss shouldn’t have happened.” He started to walk towards the door. 

“But it did and you didn’t fight. Not even for a second.” 

And he hated that. He hated himself. 

He opened the door. 

“Maybe that wedding shouldn’t happen.” She said. 

He closed the door. 

It was probably one of the worst drive of his life. How could he let this happen? How could he do this to you? He never faulted when he was married to Vivian, or any other relationships, but he did it with you. You’re the most amazing thing that ever happened to him, the most precious person he could ever meet, and he betrayed you. And the worst part of this? He wasn’t sure it wouldn’t happen again. Because catching up with Joy does something to him. It makes him feel things he thought long gone. He makes him wonder a lot of things, and pretty much puts his whole life into perspective. What if he changed earlier and her parents didn’t move away? What if she answered his letters? What if life hadn’t separated them? 

What if…

What if it was their second chance?

Alden knocked at the door and let himself in as usual. Eli came running to hug his godfather. Jeremy’s wife greeted him with a hug, the men greeted each other with their handshake, and his eyes laid down on you. You stood up from the couch with a soft smile. But he knows you well. He knows there’s sadness behind this smile. You probably could feel his internal struggle and was worried about it. But you were trying to hide it. “Hey you.” You whispered. 

To your surprise, Alden pulled you into a hug before kissing your forehead and then your lips. It was brief, but nice. 

You all settled in the living room, as the game was about to start. Jeremy’s wife had prepared some toasts and snacks to pick, and she served a beer to Alden. Eli was sitting next to his godfather, wearing his Cubs hat and you were on Alden’s other side. The game started, the conversations went from what you were watching to catching up with one another. Your fiancé and Jeremy talked about work here and there. You and his wife talked about the wedding, and she showed you some stuff she saw online. Lots of DIY. 

“Let me just say it. Sweetie, my lovely wife here is just waiting for you to ask to do all those things for the wedding.” Jeremy said.

“Jer!!” His wife interjected. 

“Do you really want to do all of this for us?” You asked her. 

“Kinda. I mean, I love weddings and I didn’t get to plan ours cause I was very much pregnant. But yeah, I’d love to. If it’s okay with you of course.”

“Of course! I mean I’m good with planning, but decorations, ambiance, that’s not my strong suit.”

“Don’t worry about that then. I’m handling it.” 

You hugged her and looked at Alden. He was physically there, but his mind was far away. You could tell. 

“Den, you good with Becky taking care of the decor?”

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” He forced a smile. “Thank you Beck’s.”

You spent the rest of the game looking at your fiancé who was clearly avoiding your eyes, or actually you altogether. He was focusing on the game with Eli, shouting at the TV here and there. Becky made small talk with you and you answered, doing your best to hide how you were really feeling. At half time, Jeremy invited Alden to the backyard. “You good, man?”

“Yes, just tired. Long week.”

“Meeting again with your first love.”

Alden didn’t take the slug he was about to. He stopped, staring at his best friend. 

“She told you?”

“Of course. She’s worried, Alden.” Jeremy waited for Alden to say something but he just stared at his beer. “Is she right to be worried?”

He looked up to his best friend but this time, he had tears in his eyes. Still unable to say anything, he just shook his head. Not as “no”, but as defeat. He was lost, and lost for words. Jeremy wheeled closer. “Did something happen?” He whispered. 

“We kissed.” 

“Alden.”

“I know, Jer. I’m—horrible. Doing this to her? I hate myself for it, I would kick my own ass if I could.” 

“Look. If it was just a kiss, I’m sure she can get past it. She’ll give you hell for it though.” 

Alden stayed silent again. 

“Was it more than a kiss?”

“No, no! Just that. But—“

Jeremy was starting to understand. 

“Parker, don’t tell me you’re questioning everything right now?”

“I’m lost, Jer. I love Y/N so much, she’s my world. But I can’t shake the feeling that— Joy reappeared for a reason. You know?”

“And that reason was her stupid ass son.”

“He’s a good kid.”

“Don’t. I’m not going to support this bullshit, Alden.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means—if you end it with Y/N to get back to Joy, you’re making the biggest mistake of your life. You’ll regret it faster than you can imagine and believe me, I’ll be right here to say “I told you so””

“Thanks for your support, friend.”

“You’re my brother and I love you, and it’s my job to tell you when you’re being the biggest idiot.”

Alden drank the rest of his beer in one swallow. Jeremy wasn’t moving. He was waiting for his best friend to come to his senses. 

“Will you take care of her?” Alden asked. 

“What?”

“If I— make the biggest mistake of my life. Will you take care of her?” 

Jeremy only saw Alden crying twice. After the accident, and at this very moment. He seemed heartbroken and genuinely torn apart by what he was feeling. Jer wanted to shake him off, but realized there was no point. 

“Yes. We will.” He reassured him. 

Inside the house, you were playing on your phone with Eli. When the commercials were over, he stood up to get his dad and goddad but came back quickly without them. “Auntie. Uncle Den is crying!”

“What? Are you sure?” 

He nodded so you rushed to the backyard. Eli was right. Alden was crying. You immediately kneeled down in front of him, and grabbed his face. “Alden baby, what’s wrong? What’s happening?” 

He loosely wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. You looked at Jeremy for some answers but he avoided your eyes. 

“Sorry for that? Alden, look at me. Talk to me.” 

“Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you what? What do you want me to forgive you for?”

You tried to grab his face to make him look at you but he fought off and kept his head in your neck. 

“Joy.” You simply said. 

Alden didn’t answer but he held you tighter. As if he knew you were about to pull away from him. Jeremy was still avoiding your eyes. 

“Did you sleep with her?” 

You were getting angry at his avoidance. You shouted his name, so he would stop hiding in your neck and holding you so tight you couldn’t escape. “Answer the goddamn question. And fucking let go of me.”

His hold loosened a little, and his face rose up. He looked pitiful. “Did you sleep with her?” You repeated, sharper this time. 

“We kissed.” He whispered, avoiding your eyes.

You didn’t react immediately, just took some sharp deep breaths. He kissed her. He kissed someone else. It was breaking your heart, but at the same time, maybe it was better than him sleeping with her like you thought. You could get over a kiss, right? You could forgive him for being lost for a moment. 

“Was that all?” You asked, afraid of the answer. 

He nodded, but kept avoiding your eyes.

“Fucking look at me, Alden.”

He did. Slowly. You were mad at him, hurt and felt betrayed. But you loved him beyond words, and most importantly, you didn’t want to lose him over a kiss.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I’m lost.”

“What do you mean, you’re lost?”

Alden was nervously rubbing his hands and he looked down at his feet again. You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Stop stalling.” You were getting angrier and angrier. 

“I just–I don’t know what to say, sweetheart. I’m sorry for the kiss, for doing this to you. I hate myself for it.” He gently grabbed your hand that was still on his face and covered it with both his hands. “But I– I don’t know what I want anymore.”

You instantly took your hand off his despite the grip he had on it and you leaned back. Away from him. The tears that had been frightening to fall were now rolling down your cheeks.

“You don’t know if– you want to be with me or with her?” You sum up.

“Baby, I–”

“You’re telling me that– you’re ready to throw everything away. The past two years we’ve had together, our upcoming wedding, projects we have– for an ex, that you hadn’t seen in forty fucking years? That’s what you’re saying, Alden? You saw her only days ago, but you’re willing to risk losing me over her?” You didn’t know how you manage to say all of this despite feeling your throat closing in. You were choking up, but you needed to understand. You needed him to speak up, no matter how bad it could hurt. 

“I just need some time.”

At this moment, you stood up so fast your head spinned for a second. Or maybe it was the shock of what was happening. 

“Time? You need time?” You started to move like a lion in a cage, fighting off your tears as much as you could. Alden stayed seated, looking down at his shoes again. “Look at me you fucking coward.”

You knew this word would get a reaction out of him. He stood up too, grabbed your face to make you stop moving.

“I love you.” he choked up. “But I need closure.”

Those words broke your heart. You knew what it meant. 

You pulled your face off his grip, looked down at your engagement ring for a moment before taking it off and putting it in his palm. “Go for it.”

You walked past Jeremy, Becky and Eli - who didn’t understand what exactly was going -, grabbed your stuff and left. 

~

It’s been a week.

A week since you last saw Alden, a week since he broke your heart into thousands of pieces. A week since you walked home and trashed his greenhouse, because you couldn’t control yourself nor your pain. You knew it wasn’t a way to react, that it was impulsive, but when you got home to get some stuff, you looked around in tears. You saw pictures framed of the two. You didn’t mean to throw it on the floor at first but as you held it, you got madder at his face. His smile. You couldn’t hit him, but you could destroy that picture. From this, you completely dissociated, walked into the greenhouse and broke everything. Throwing the pots on the floor, ripping his flowers, destroying his expensive telescope. In retrospect, you’re mad at yourself for doing all of this, and even considered apologizing to him via text. But you never brought yourself to do it. Not even when he texted to check up on you or tried to call. 

You considered going over to Tay’s house, but decided against it and found a hotel to stay in. You didn’t want to see anyone, face anyone. You couldn’t face reality. For an entire week, you stayed in, barely ate, only texted Tay and Jeremy to let them know that you were indeed alive. But that was it.

Alden has been miserable through the entire week. Barely slept or ate, he wasn’t even bringing pastries to his team anymore. He met with Joy a couple of times but it didn’t feel right. He didn’t push her away when she kissed him, but stopped her when she wanted more. She said she understood it wasn’t easy for him, that she’d give him time to process the breakup, but the next minute, she was all over him. This wasn’t going the way he imagined. He was more lost than a week prior, because living without you felt impossible. He knew he couldn’t have it both ways, that he needed to make up his mind and stick to it. But all he’s been wanting to do was seeing you and holding you. 

He remembers coming home after that night at Jeremy’s and finding the pictures framed all over the floor and the greenhouse completely trashed. He deserved it. He spent hours cleaning, saving what could be saved. He tried to repair his telescope, even asked Tim for some help but his younger coworker told him he may as well buy a new one. 

The team was worried about their leader and they were thinking about interfering. They didn’t know exactly what had happened, but they were investigators so they figured out the big lines. 

“No pastries today?” Nick asked Jess and Tim as he walked into the bullpen. He saw Parker’s coat on the back of his chair so he knew the senior agent was already in.

“Nope. And he’s in a mood.”

“Did you find his fiancée?” He asked Tim.

“I didn’t like doing it, but yeah, she registered in a hotel last weekend. Been there since.”

“So they are officially broken up?” Jess joined.

“Looks like it.”

“Boy, I hope he’s not seeing this Joy woman.”

Of course, this was the sentence Alden heard as he came back from accounting. “Gossiping about my love life? Seriously, don’t you have anything better to do?”

“We’re just worried about you, Parker.” Nick told him.

“I don’t need you to worry about me! I don’t need you to figure out where Y/N cause I already know! And I most definitely don’t need you to do something about it! Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir.” They all agreed.

He stayed a long time at the office after everyone was gone. He didn’t want to go home to an empty apartment. It still smelled too much like you, your presence was overwhelming as all your stuff was still there. Not that he wanted you to come get them. 

It was the middle of the night when he got back to the apartment. And when he heard noises coming from the bedroom, he immediately reached for his gun and slowly walked towards the noises. “Federal Agent!” He called out. “Come out with your hands in the air!”

As he was about to reach the door, it opened to you. You were completely unbothered by his gun pointing at you, just walked past him to go to the bathroom. But you were stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist. He whispered your name, shocked to see you here. “Wh–What are you doing here? How are you?”

“I live here.” You just answered. “You want me gone? Then throw me out.” You tried to keep walking to the bathroom but Alden didn’t let go of your hand.

“No, no! I don’t want you gone! I–I’m not throwing you out. Wasn’t in the first place. I’m just–I didn’t expect to see you here. You’ve been ghosting me.”

“Oh and that surprised you?”

“I guess not, I just– I didn’t want things to happen the way it did.”

“Look Alden, I’m about to pee myself here. So let me tell you why I’m here. I’m not going to make this easy on you. You want to see her? Fine. But you’re not doing it here. You’re stuck between me and her? Too bad, I’m not leaving my spot. Also, you’re making all the calls for the wedding. You’ll call the guests, the caterer, the venue, the minister and tell them you’re canceling it. You should deal with the consequences and I’ll make sure that you do.”

You pulled your hand away and he let go. You really needed to pee. And when you got out of the bathroom, he was still there. Leaning against the wall, jacket off and gun pulled away. He looked miserable. But it was all his fault.

“I’m not seeing her.” He informed you. “I just said I needed time.”

“So what? I should’ve stayed here, and waited until you may or may break up with me? Sit here and wonder if you’re coming home late because you’re with her?”

“Isn’t that what's gonna happen now that you’re here?”

You let a humorless laugh. “You didn’t get it. I’m here because this is my home. My name is on the lease, I pay half of the rent, my whole life is in here. I’m not giving that up, whether or not we’re broken up. And if that causes you trouble, then perfect.”

“So, we’re like what? Roommates?”

“If you want to put a label on it. You ruined my heart, Alden and I’m letting you ruin my whole life.”

“I never asked you to leave, Y/N!” His voice rose up, as he was getting angry. “I never wanted you out of my life! I didn’t even want to cancel the wedding, okay? All I needed was to figure things out!”

“But it wasn’t figuring out what suit you’re going to wear! It’s figuring out if you want to be with me or with her! Do you honestly think I would marry someone if I’m wondering if he really wants me?”

“Wait–” he stayed silent for a second, taking a deep breath. “Are you saying that–if I tell you I still want to marry you in two months, you wouldn’t want to?”

“I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering if you’re still thinking about her.” You didn’t know why but your voice got softer at this moment.

His eyes started to watered. “I kinda feel like you’re actually breaking up with me, right now.”

You silently cried for a moment. “You broke my heart, Alden.” you whispered. “I felt betrayed and rejected, like I’ve felt my entire life until I met you.” 

Alden fell down against the wall until his butt hit the floor. He was silently crying, hating myself even more. “Then–Why are you here?” He struggled to ask.

You kneeled in front of him. “Because I’m pregnant.”

Alden’s brain froze for a very long moment. Did he hear you right? or was he hallucinating? Was it a dream? Were you really pregnant? With his baby? He stared a blind spot for several minutes, but finally looked back at you. He wanted to smile. Despite the horrible circumstances, despite how you got to this point. You were pregnant. You were carrying his baby. Silently, he extended his arms, tentatively trying to touch your stomach. But you stopped him. “Don’t just yet.” It hurt you more than you could’ve imagined to say those following words, “I’m considering abortion.”

His brain froze again for a moment.

“Wait, what? No!” He got on his knees. “Princess! No. I know it’s your body, but I probably shouldn’t be doing this but please, let’s talk about this. You’re pregnant.” More tears fell down his cheeks, but it wasn’t sadness. “You’re carrying our baby.”

“Alden—“ you choked up. “Don’t make this harder than it already is, please.” 

“I can’t let you have abortion without talking it through. I can’t.”

“I said I was considering it.” This time, he managed to hear his hands on your stomach and you didn’t pull away. You were ugly crying by now. “That’s not how I imagined this would go. It should’ve been the most amazing news of our lives, but now—it feels wrong.”

“Wrong? That’s the furthest thing from wrong.” He gently held your face. “It’s far from ideal, it’s—messy if you want to put it that way. But we can figure it out. We can make it work, one way or another.”

“I don’t want to do the coparenting thing, Den. I want to raise my baby with its father, my husband.” 

“And I want to kiss you right now.” He whispered.

“Please don’t. Don’t choose me because I’m pregnant. I could never be happy with that.”

“I understand. Really, I get it.” Silence filled the room again, except for sniffing and deep breaths coming from both you and Alden. “How about we get up now and sleep on it? You can take the master bedroom.”

You followed his lead and stood up. “Did you really think I’d sleep in the guest room?”

He chuckled softly. “Of course not. I just need my shorts and phone charger.” 

Neither of you slept. 

You didn’t want to tell him about the pregnancy just yet, nor like that. You wanted to wait a little and see how things were, see if being around him could help you make a decision. But he knows now, and it may have been easier if he said he didn’t want this baby.  

But Alden wanted this baby. He’s never been this close to being a dad. No woman has ever been pregnant with his baby. And the fact that it’s you—he wants to erase those past two weeks. Erase his doubts, erase his behavior, erase the hurt and pain he caused you. He never doubted his love for you, though. He knows what happened in his mind, he’s known before tonight. Maybe he should just face it and admit it to you. 

You woke up in the morning to the smell of food. Your favorite breakfast food and it both made you hungry and nauseous. You rushed to the bathroom as soon as your eyes opened, and Alden immediately joined you as he saw you running. He kneeled down next to you, holding your hair as your morning sickness hit. He gently rubbed your back. Once you were done, you sat on the floor against the wall. “I’ll get you water.” 

“No. Give me my toothbrush first.” 

He stood up, grabbed your toothbrush that you left there (you only packed a few clothes the week prior and bought the rest), added some toothpaste on it and handed it to you. You brushed your teeth while staying on the floor. 

“Do you want me to carry you to the couch?”

“I’m pregnant, Alden, not invalide.”

You walked to the kitchen with your baby daddy on your toes. 

“I cooked but I don’t know if you’re gonna be able to eat. Or maybe you want something else? Any cravings?”

You sat at the kitchen island and buried your face in your hands. “Alden, stop. Don’t act like your usual loving and caring self.”

“Ooookay. What am I supposed to do then?”

“I don’t know.”

He put a big glass of water in front of you and sat on the stool next to yours. He made you spin so you were facing each other. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

You took a deep breath, “I’m listening.”

“I always knew I’d come back to you.”

“What?”

“I needed closure with Joy. Subconsciously, I was hoping you’d let me—“

“Do your thing with her and wait patiently until you come back?”

He sighed. “It’s horrible, I know. It was selfish and wrong, and just plainly— jerk behavior.”

“I’d say asshole. Dumbass. Dickhead.” 

He sadly chuckled. “Whatever word you want to use, they are all valid.” 

“Basically, you wanted me to give you a pass on this.”

“Something like that, yeah.” 

“When did you reach that conclusion?”

“A few days ago. I ran into Max and his mom, and poor little guy was so upset at us—“

“Oh my god! His game!”

“Yeah. We missed it. And I tried to explain to him that we had some issues, and after he stopped pouting, he actually listened. I told him I’ve had a problem in the greenhouse and that I’d loved his help to get it back the way it was. And I guess from what I told him, he understood that you were temporarily away. And he told me, “We have to make the apartment spot clean for when Y/N comes back.” From there, my mind—“

Alden watched you as you stood up and went to get something from the closet. Then you walked towards the front door with a gift in your hands. “Where are you going?”

“Apologize!”

He didn’t move until you came back, which wasn’t long after and the gift was still in your hands. “They are not home, I’ll try again later.”

“He’s not mad at us, I made sure of it.”

“I know, but we promised we’d be there. And we didn’t show up, he probably felt so sad.”

Your emotions overwhelmed you and you started to cry there, sitting on the couch. Alden sat next to you, hesitating for a moment before hugging you. You didn’t push him away. “He still loves us.” He assured you.

“I still love you but it doesn’t make it okay.” 

You regretted saying it as soon as it left your mouth, but Alden uncontrollably smiled. Silver lighting. 

You let Alden hold you for a moment, because it felt nice on some levels. You still couldn’t believe what he put you through though. “We were doing so good.” You whispered. 

“I know. I’m not even sure I understand myself.”

You stayed silent once more. 

“So, you didn’t—sleep with her?”

“No.”

“Well—maybe you should.”

“Wait, what?” Alden shifted, clearly taken off guard. He gently grabbed your chin to make you face him. “Are you seriously telling me to sleep with someone else?”

“Yes.” You said with eyes full of tears. “Maybe that way you can totally put it behind you.”

“That’s—crazy. Absolutely crazy.” He moved down to his knees. “I couldn’t go that far, princess. I did see her and we—made out, if we can call it that. But it felt wrong, so wrong. I wasn’t kissing the right person. When she was touching me, I kept thinking that only you can touch me. Only you know how to touch me. My entire world felt out of place. I think the sixteen years old in me wanted it, but fuck I’m not sixteen anymore. I’m a stupid old man, who’s so in love with a woman too young for him. A woman who definitely deserves better, because she’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I failed her.” He held your face in his big soft hands, and pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you let me.” He kissed your nose. “I’ll make sure our little one knows how precious their mama is and that we are the luckiest.” You were both crying. “Please.” He added. 

“You know those Moroccan pastries we had in a little shop in New York?”

“Sure. Kaab al ghzal.” He said in his best accent possible. 

“I’m craving them.”

He chuckled softly. “Then I guess I’m going to New York.” 

“Actually, I, um—there’s this new musical on Broadway—“

“Then I guess we are going to New York.”

“Two different bedrooms, Alden. Connecting at best.”

“I can deal with that. What else?”

“Your treat.”

“Obviously. That it?”

“You leave your phone here.”

Dilemma. He wouldn’t do it in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for his work. He’s technically off for the weekend, but being a Federal Agent comes with a lot of inconvenience, and being called at any time any day is one of them. But he saw in your eyes how serious you were. It wasn’t about his work, which is something you’ve always understood and were mostly okay with. It was about him showing you he meant every word he said. 

“Let me just inform the team.”

[june-julie]

Heyy!!Um if you don’t mind can you write for mbav?(benny weir x fem reader) Something along the lines of evil benny creating reader’s evil copy and she starts flirting hard with the real Benny and when Sarah and the real reader destroys the evil copies Benny gets sad and misses the evil copy :>

Two is better than one.

Benny weir x fem!reader

“What were you thinking?”

Warnings: cursing, seductive behaviour, degradation.

— Summary; what anon said 🫶🏻

— A/N; I LIKE IT PICASSO this came to me when cleaning and I literally stopped everything to write it. I got so many evil copy requests I’m down them ALL.

Benny and you didn’t particularly have a clear relationship at times.

There were certain things he said or done that always had you second guessing,

maybe it was the way he looked into your eyes a second longer than usual when he smiled that signature grin of his or maybe it was the way he teased you until he was sure he made the tips of your ears red but one thing was clear,

It was the things he would do a second later that would make you uncertain It was obvious Benny weir flirts with any girl that walks his way and honestly you were thankfully that the girl were daft enough to pay more attention at the fuck boys than Benny otherwise you were sure he’d be snatch up by now.

“Ethan you’re delusional if you think Benny weir has any sort of romantical feelings for me at all.” You explained your frustrating case of what always clouded your mind.

“Why are you so sure of yourself? Why is it so hard to accept what I’m saying is true y/nn? You’re telling me you don’t see the way he looks at you?” Ethan protested but not as strongly as he had before, poor Ethan has this whole conversation rehearsed with not only you unfortunately.

Benny had to force a giggle out of himself to cover for the untrue words Ethan had mistakenly spoken “dude, no need to lie to me. I like the girl and all but I think by now I can tell when a girl doesn’t like me as hard as that is to believe.” Benny replied sarcastically to a eye rolling Ethan, his favourite expression in both Y/N and Benny’s opinion.

Christ you guys even argue the same.

“Let me entertain the possibility that you are right for a minute,” Ethan merely nodded mind elsewhere. “If I get as far as asking him out and not get rejected by whatever godsend was on my side that day that Benny didn’t run away scared of my ‘proposal’ “ you qoutated for your special day of the weeks rant affect “who’s to say he still wouldn’t make comments about every other woman he saw that day? We just wouldn’t work as much as I wanted to.”

“Denial is a river in Egypt.” Ethan chimed matter of factly with a cheeky smile he knew pissed you off “your just trying to convince yourself because you know none of that mumbo jumbo isn’t going anywhere with me.”

“E, you wanna know how I can see that she doesn’t like me?” Benny tugged on his backpack straps with a thin pressed lip “not really.” Ethan muttered unbothered “great, well for one I flirted with a girl right in front of her today to get any reaction out of her anything! And she didn’t care! That’s like movie 101 the chick totally storms off in jealousy yet she didn’t budge.” He finished

How was it that Ethan was the only expert in spotting the hurt in the teens faces ? Or the broken laugh he oh so quoted All you guys needed was to stop being so stubborn and a little confidence couldn’t hurt.

-

It was after school and you were walking home with your headphones on, playing whatever song your iPod had to offer on shuffle then you spotted something, oh cool benny grandma Evelynn is having a yard sale.

“Hey Benny what’s up?” You waved as you saw his grandmother leave the stall seemingly leaving Benny to sell the remaining products,

“grandma is selling all the junk in her house she no longer uses and she said if I help I get extra cash so currently being an entrepreneur.” He grinned leaning on the table with his collared striped sweater sleeves pulled up revealing his forearms, that mixed with his smile had you saying ‘shut up and take my money!’

“I don’t think that’s how that works but sure I’m always up to support a business.” You furrowed your brows but nonetheless went along with his playful manner “I’ll take that vintage camera.” Maybe it’ll help with you and your friends picture day project.

“Fine choice m’lady.” You giggled in response and took the camera “I’ll see you later benns’ “ and with that you left.

-

It was the next day at school and if you had known Benny and Ethan had their own school picture day idea maybe you wouldn’t have volunteered to help your friend.

But having said that it didn’t stop you from sticking your tongue out at Benny like a child cheekily as he slumped in defeat

“defeated with my own tools.” He muttered as you laughed sympathetically in response patting his shoulder “sorry Benny rabbit, maybe next year?” You teased further more making sure to use the name you knew he hated cause you just loved to be the person to grind his gears.

Unfortunately you missed what he whispered to Ethan “It’s cute when she says it..” ethan looked puzzled at the boy.

You agreed after class to futhermore help your friend by testing out your retro cam, having successfully found a dark room you firstly tested it with a simple selfie really 2010 pose of you, Y/n.

And then you set it aside to develop, continuing with your classes.

Later on you went to check on it and would you look at that! Perfect 80s selfie, you just Missed the laboured breaths behind you as you were knocked unconscious.

-

Benny tapped his pencil on his desk as he watched the clock on the wall, you should definitely be at this class he remembered on your timetable you had the same classes as him! So then where were you? 10 minutes went by and mid way through class Y/N finally showed up,And boy did she make an entrance.

Are you allowed to wear shorts that short? Or leather jackets that cool?

You slumped in your chair looking directly at the teacher, eye contact and all. “Care to explain what was more interesting than class that made you 20 minutes late Miss Y/N L/N?” The teacher rightfully asked through a stern voice.

“literally anything..?” Y/N replied as if it was a joke and not they were real consequences.

The Teacher was taken aback “Y/N this is nothing like you whatever has gotten into you I’m not dealing with this today.” She explained furthermore to a doodling Y/H/C.

“I didn’t want to deal with this math today and yet here we are.” Y/N shrugged “who in the right mind puts fucking letters in marginal equations?” The teacher scoffed “detention IMMEDIATELY.”

And with that Y/N stood up, smirking at Benny who’s mouth was agape “like what you see? Or is staring your new habit Dork?” She leaned on his desk table inching closer to him as she maintain intense eye contact “what did I just say?” The teacher raised her voice and with that Y/N practically strutted out.

Benny leaned into Ethan “I don’t know what Y/N has done with herself but I like it.” He spoke unbeknownst to Ethan’s bewildered expression, this has supernatural written all over it and yet again he was the only one to spot it.

Obviously Y/N wasn’t gonna listen to the teacher though, she had a better plan in mind. Why not finish what she started? So she dragged her friend to the room where she left the camera and made a copy of her, putting on her best sickly sweet voice imitating the other sweeter more rational Y/N she managed to fool her friend into becoming a copy just like her and whilst Y/N was having fun Terrorising other teens days her friend would make more evil duplicates.

Fun and innovative, woman in stem yk?

Mindlessly she walked through the halls she had about a few hours before school was over and then she could go to go carts she rented for the day.

That’s when she spotted him. Benny weir. she just needed to figure out why the other Y/N was so intrigued by him so she made her way over to him “well if it isn’t just the guy I was looking for, can I talk to you? “ benny looked around puzzled and then nodded, Y/N turned to look at Ethan “alone. take a hint third wheel.” She did a fake smile for a millisecond benny raised a brow

Third wheel? In what?

“What is it that makes you so important?” She began in a low tone as she eyed him head to toe slowly “my charm, i get A’s in calculus I do a killer Tom cruise from top gun impression” no one in the world could not cringe at the words Benny utters.

Well unless you got a tolerance like the other Y/N does, which was what evil Y/N was so aggravated to figure out.

“Not the things you say Idiot, the things you do.” She took a step closer to him “ I’m not sure I’m following now y/nn? This about my yearbook photo idea?” He guessed utterly lost, poor guy.

“This is about how every thing you say or do drives other me crazy, you’ve such nerdy arms and yet she fawns over your slender hands.” Evil Y/N sure knew how to cut and praise you in the same sentence that was for sure.

Benny didn’t respond he just looked down to said hands in question and then back at Y/N he was finding it hard to maintain eye contact under this pressure “I bet you haven’t even been with a girl, how pathetic.” She chuckled yet her eyes showed interest and she inches nearer again.

Benny gulped “Y/n what are you talking about…?” Benny managed to speak as he trailed off as if he spoke any louder than he did he was afraid you would stop.

“Maybe if I teach you a few things you might actually have the balls to get with me.” Why she was speaking about herself in the third person was beyond Benny but what wasn’t beyond him is whatever degrading kink evil you just summoned in him.

He grinned “if this is you getting back at me for teasing you so much I admit im not sorry.” You pressed your hands flat against his chest “that’s exactly what it is.” sexual frustration totally didn’t play a part at all.

So you tangled your hands in his brunette locks and peckered his neck then his lips

‘Whatthefuckishappeningohmygodsheskissingmethisissohot’

And then she stopped with a tug of his hair releasing a low whine from Benny as he opened his Green eyes “If you actually want to take me up on my offer find me in the dark room, I’m only having fun. Think you can do that pretty boy? Hm?” Benny nodded cheerfully She smirked and spon around on her heels and walked away.

Did Y/N just walk straight out of his wet dream or something?! Like I know yesterday Y/N was pretty Damn sexy in her flarely skirt that Benny was so sure she put on intentional to screw with his head but this was definitely a dream he had only a week ago.

-

Somwhere along the line you woke up, not evil you but actual you and you spotted your friend tied up,

“what happened?! Are you alright?” You asked frantically concerned as you untied her “there’s a evil copy of me and you going around terriorising people! I don’t know what’s going on but I think she knocked you out too!” That would explain the raging headache that got worse by the minute.

‘I have to go tell Sarah and Erica’ you thought.

-

Frantic to find Sarah you scanned the halls as you tucked a strand of Y/H/C behind your ears and was certainly not looking where you were going and it became more certain when you bumped into a unknown force.

Benny flushed being met with you, except you lost the shorts and the leather jacket, but hey you did sport his favourite skirt on you “I knew it was intentional!” He muttered under his breath thinking aloud

“benns’ are you okay? You look a little red and your shirt is all scrunched up..” you expressed with much concern for the boy “I’m fine, y/n. And if I’m not I’m still taking you up on your offer later and you can make me fine.” He grabbed your hand to politely shoo it away from his striped shirt as he winked

“offer? What offer? Benny I need your help finding Sarah.” Benny tilted his head in confusion That word be the third time today you drive him around the bend in mind whipping mood Change,

you are a force of nature woman.

He was gonna flirt but he saw your expression and put his feelings aside for a moment “what’s wrong bunny?” His brows furrowed “there’s these evil copies of me and (I forgot her name I’m so sorry) walking around and they’re planning on making way more! We need to stop them or who knows what they’ll do.” You pleaded with urgency.

“That chick Ethan’s into? Wait you have a copy?” You nodded, deciding against telling Benny that she had a boyfriend right now as it wasn’t the top priority going on right now.

Benny slumped, of course it wasn’t you.

“Benny? Hello? Come on!” You grabbed his hand and went to find Sarah and Ethan, unknowing to how extra sweaty his hands were today as you interlaced your fingers together.

-

“What in the Jennifer’s body is this bullshit? You’re meant to be evil Me?” You scoffed eyeing her “it’s not like I give a fuck what you think honestly cause you’ll be dead in a minute.”

“Honey you’re just another bad selfie gone wrong.”

A few minutes of bickering and fighting go by and you finally manage to tear the developed photo apart.

Sarah stormed into the bathroom after dealing with the other copy “are you okay?!” You nodded offering a Sympathetic smile “totally should’ve took that jacket before she vanished.” Sarah rolled her eyes reminding you of how she does it just like Ethan does and you both smiled.

“Let’s get you up.” She helped you from your position on the floor as you regained your breath and stood up.

-

Now with school done you rejoined your favourite best friends as Rory, Sarah, Erica and Ethan walked ahead. Benny still looked distant and you couldn’t help but notice it.

“Hey Benny you’ve been quiet all day, are you alright? I hope evil me didn’t say anything mean to you, If she hurt you that wasn’t me I’d never do any like that.”

Benny for the first time after today looked you in the eyes again with a hitched breath I don’t think he’ll ever forget your hands on him, or your pillowy soft lips for that matter.

“She didn’t it’s just she said some things…” you looked at him as he looked down “what did she say?” Her words played in his mind but he couldn’t bring himself to repeat them so he shook it off “nevermind it doesn’t matter, it’s stupid I’m all good.” He forced a smile but you saw through it “hey.. you know evil Y/N rented go carts?” You tried cheer him up and knowing Benny it worked and automatically he was back to his old self “only room for 2!” And with that you two scurried to front in giggles

Maybe things could be different now?

Ahhh I’m sorry that was so short but I hope you like it😭😭 I’m gonna proof read it later if I made any mistakes <33

[tparker48]

The day would be bright as Lisa made her way through the market with her friend Mike. Making their way through, they visited many Jewelry shops and trinkets booths to see what they would like. Lisa Especially as she search for things that would match her purple purse. But after time went, the grew hungry when the decided to take a break at a food stand. Ordering some fish sticks, the two sat on the benches and talked.

"This place really has it all, the product they got here are really nice" Lisa commented.

"And expensive. You sure you wanna shop here? I'm sure there's other places that can have some good things for you try." Mike chimed in, picking up a fishstick as he placed it into his mouth.

"Nonsense, if your going tonfind something if special value, why nit goto a market afterall?"

"Im just saying, I'm just saying" he laughed playfully. "Well then, which would you like to hit next?"

"There's a jewelry shop that might hold some goid stuff, we can hit that once we're done." she finished her meal before she stood up to adjust her shirt. "But first, I have to use the bathroom. I'll be right back." she threw hers away before she went to the back of the market. Mike only nodded before continuing to eat his fish. Lisa made her way down the alley as she used the directions from staff to find her way to the bathroom. Heading inside, she went through the paneled doors to do her business.

A few minutes later, she came back out as she followed the path to return to mike. "Alright, now that that's over with, i think there's another jewelry shop I saw in the way here. I heard this time around they some pearls that-grk"

She bumped into a solid object as a she stepped back from what she hit. Looking up to as built but skinny guy as he blocked her way. "Hey there little lady" they said, their voice smooth, but mischievous. "It's most important to watch where you going. You don't know who you might run in to."

"Oh, terribly sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Apologies for knocking into you Mr.." she said.

"Charlie, call me charlie."

"Charlie. Well then Charlie, I apologize again" she said once more, moving past charlie. "now if you excuse me I'll-" a tug would pull at her pants, stopping her in her tracks. Looking back, a hand clasped at her belt, Charlie's hand as his gaze met hers.

"Not so fast" he smirked deviously "You can't just walk away without paying a little fee"

"Fee?"

"Yeah fee, it gets so hard to find some good clothes nowadays. And you went and tarnished mind. And that's just won't do. Butch, Skimpy?" He looked behind him, two other figure stepping out from the alley. Skimpy was short as he came just to the waist of the other figure. And the other, Butch, his body built like a large drumstick as he towered over them all. "So watcha got?" He turned to Lisa, his grip growing tighter.

"I-I really should be getting back. I got someone waiting-"

"Waiting?!" Charlie mocked, swinging her against the wall. Pinning a hand next to her side as he leaned in close. "Im sure they wouldn't mind waiting a bit longer. But first.." He paused, drawing a finger across her chin "let's get that fee taken care of.."

He eyed her clothes for any valuables. Looking at her hearted necklace as it swayed around her neck. It looked decent enough, but even that wouldn't even be a hefty. Her dress did seem it as rocks shined around the fabric, but any who'd take a glance at that wouldn't even sell a penny. Looking to her waist, he looked at her purple purse as it swayed around her hip. A devious smile spreading across his face. "That purse will do just fine."

About half an hour passed since Lisa went to the bathroom. Mike already finished with his fish sticks as he laid across the table, looking to the alley way to see Lisa come from it. But no one came through that he recognized. "Wonder what's taking her so long?" He asked himself, getting from the table as he followed the trail that she took. Stepping towards an alley way, he began to walk through to head to the bathroom. But stopped when Lisa walked from behind the corner. Her dress torn at the bottom as her hat was muddy. "Lisa?! What happened?!"

"Hmm? Oh this? Just had a little bit of tustle with a few folks."

"Are you hurt?" He asked checking her sides. She seemed alright from he saw. Now bruises, no scratches, everything looked good. But he noticed her purse was gone. "Where's your purse."

"oh..that raggedy thing. Don't worry about it..its not much I want you to bother with."

Mike didn't know what to say to her response. Looking at her face as her expression seemed sad. But his attention looked forward when laughter lingered ahead. The three guys huddled together, celebrating upon their latest steal. One raising their hands as the purple purse held between them, before they bolted further into the Alley way. Mike's hand clenched as they disappeared behind the corner, wantng to chase after them. but looked to Lisa as she looked to the ground, taking her hand her hand and leading her out the alley way. "Come on, lets get you of these dirty clothes" he said softly. Lifting her off the ground and carrying her back to the market place.

After buying her some new clothes to wear, Mike treated her to a restaurant as he bought her some tea. Setting her along the outside tables before he stood in front if her. "Now that you're all dry, how about you catch up on some shows." He handed her his phone.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna go take a quick walk around the place. See the sights a little bit"

"Oh..okay" she replied.

Mike lowered toward her and kissed her forhead. "Don't worry, I'll back." He assured with a smile. But when he turned, his smile would flipped as he walked from the table. Vanishing around the corner. "Now where are those three.."

**********************************************

In a warehouse just a few houses down from the market, the three crooks hid inside. Away from other people, They looked through Lisa's bag. Throwing out document and papers, before digging through the pockets and found cash"Oh ho man, look at all this money." Charlie said. Shaking them oit and letting the money spill on the floor.

"Right?! This chick was packing!" Skimpy chimed in. Snatching the bag from charlie, he looked inside the purse as well. Noticing a small golden mirror resting inside the pocket. He went to reach in for it, but butch latched onto the purse. Lifting it as Skimpy dangled in the air. "H-hey!"

"Don't go spoiling the goods. We still gotta figure out how to sell it!"

"Yeah? Well until I het this mirror first!" Skimpy said. Fanning at the purse to reach inside. Butch rolled his eyes and shook the bag the to loosen skimpy's grip. Watching him fall on rear as he stood smugly over him. "Why you lousy-" skimpy got from his spot and charge at Butch. The big guy holding his palm along his head to keep him away. "Just wait until I get my hands on you!" He yelled up to him. Butch chuckling at his efforts to bypass his arm.

"Big guys, right. We hit the jackpot with this one. This purse is gonna make us millions! We gotta play our cards right, so don't damage it you two"

"That purse doesn't belong to you.." Mike's voice pierced through the air. Startling the three crooks as he entered into the building. His form towering past the shelves.

"Who are you supposes to be?" Charlie asked.

"None of that is your concern. But I know what is, that purse your holding." He pointed to the two holding it. "Give it to me.."

"Give it to you?!" Skimpy responded. "We caught this bag fair and square!"

"Yeah!" Butch responded, letting go of Skimpy as he crashed into the shelf. "It was easy pickings taking it from that scrawny woman. We're not giving it up!"

"That scrawny woman..is my friend" Mike scorned. His fist cracking as they shook in place. His steps more louder the closer he got to the three.

"Alright, I think I've heard enough of this" Charlie said. Annoyed he had to cut his search through the bag short. "Butch! Take this trash to the curb!"

"Hehe, with pleasure." He grinned. Dropping the bag to the floor, pounded his fist together and charged at Mike. Balling his fist, he punched forward. Awaiting to see his fist connect to his face. Nearly imagining the deformed expression he would have after once it landed, But his fist wouldn't connect. Instead, his hurtling fist crashed into Mike's palm. His force overwhelmed as it stopped in place. "What the?"

"I tried doing things nicely.." Mike groaned. Reaching forward, He Clasped at Butch's neck.punching him in the gut to throw him off.

"Bastard!" Butch wheezed. "Get off me!"

Mike pulled him to the ground and pinned at his heck. "It's not so easy picking on someone your own weight" Mike said. Pressing harder, his hand started to glow. Pulsing lightly as his hold on Butch's neck grew wider.

"Butch what are you doing?! Fight him!" Charlie barked. Watching as he struggled underneath Mike.

"You're dead meat! You hear me!" Butch yelled. Pushing into Mike's palm to get him off, the pulse getting stronger the further he struggled. After seconds of twisting and turning, He found that he grew smaller. And smaller, and smaller, until the thick fingers stretched at his back. "What the? Wha..what did you do to me?!"

"Now you're getting the picture.." Mike said. Curling his fingers around Butch. Hoisting him into his hand, he turned him over to himself. Glaring at the now small man, watching him twist and pound between his fingers to get himself free. But he wouldn't let him. Tightening his grip, he Presented Butch to Charlie and Skimpy, their shocked expressions spreading across their faces.

"He's..small." Skimpy muttered.

"The heck you do to butch?!" Charlie asked furious.

"Made him into a size more manageable. Now he's no bigger than a small hacky sack" Mike replied. He tossed Butch around, juggling him from one hand to the other. Never batting an eye toward him as he kept his gaze the two in front of him. Butch's form flying by below, feeling his body get more smaller with each land he would make his hand. the heavy weight that collided against it getting lighter, as his palm now refusing to move upon impact. After the last toss, he stopped and held Butch between his fingers. The once bulky brute Now no bigger than his pinky.

"Unshrink me you lousy bastard! Fight me like a man!" Their voice yelled. Coming off as noise when they reached Mike's ears.

"Think it's time to shut that mouth of yours" Mike responded. He unzipped his pants before loosening his briefs. Releasing his flaccid cock inside, it flopped onto his waistband. The head already sticking out from the shrouded skin as it pulsed heavily. Cupping it into his hand, he pointed the head upwards. Moving his occupied hand overhead as Butch dangled over the smooth surface of the head.

"Hey, what fo you think you're doing?!" Butch yelled. But received no response from Mike. Instead, the other hand came to view as it lowered to the edge of the cock head. With just a squeeze, the slit gaped open, presenting it pink tunnel inside. "He waai-" Letting go, Butch races toward the gaping maw of the slit. plunging shoulder deep into his urethra, before a thumb tucked the rest of him inside. His legs the only thing left sticking out.

"What the hell!"

"There's no way!"

"Finally I can hear myself think" Mike said. Unfazed by the flailing legs sticking out of his cock. Feeling Butch worm around the thick tube like fish, as he curled a finger underneath bulge sticking out from its length. He'd be lying to say he didn't enjoy, so he decided to let it be known. Stroking slowly his slit climbed to Butch's ankles. Swallowed its meal down its length before the bulge got lost in his strokes. Letting him sink the rest of the as he deposited into his balls.

"he..really.."

"Took a lot more time than expected, but he's in." He said to them. He displayed his sac to them as his right nut swelled, Hand and footprints soon extending out from it. "Who's next?" He eyed at the two crook, slowly walking forward.

"Get the purse!" Charlie yelled. Bolting to the hallway of the warehouse. Shaken up, Skimpy followed behind him. Lookimg over his shoulder to eye Mike. His tall form filling the door frame, His cock filling its view as Mike dropped and let them sag back between his legs

"What are we doing?!" Skimpy yelled as ran behind Charlie. His little legs nearly tripping on themselves in efforts to catch up.

"We're taking this purse and we're getting out of this dump!"

"What about Butch?!"

"Forget him!" Charlie said.

The two turned the corner and raced through the hallway, Doors flying by them as cob webs flung at their shoulders. Traveling further, the two entered into a larger space. Suing machines aligning in columns, leasing toward a main table resting at the corner of the walls. Looking around, they found an exit door along the left side of the room. Heading toward it as the tried to bust through Its panels. But they held steady, the panel is creaking heavily with each tackle they made. The panels stopping halfway, before pushing against them.

"What's the hold up! Open them!" Charlie yelled.

"They won't budge!" Skimpy shouted. Reaching on the other end to see why they wouldn't move. Feeling bulky metal wrapped around the handles. "There's chains on them!"

While they focused on the door, they stopped when footsteps echoed from the door across the room. Looking to the dark hallway they exited from, they weren't sure how much time they had left before Mike appeared. Grabbing Skimpy's collar, Charlie rushed to the other doors around the large room. Busting into a room as furniture scattered around inside. A wooden wall next to them aligning with the couch as it stretched to the window. This can't be the only spot they could hide. But where else would they good? Closing the door, Charlie pulled Skimpy with him as they hid behind the furniture. Hiding behind a sofa as they peered over the top of it.

"Charlie-"

"Shh!" He hushed Skimpy. The faint footsteps getting louder, a silhouette soon casting over the glass window.

Pushed open, the two hid behind the sofa. Mike stepping out from the door as he made his way inside. "hmm.." His groan traveled through the space. His steps clicking on the tiled floor. He Scaled the room for any sign of the crooks. A hand at his balls as he held his sac in the center of its palm. "Come out, come out.." He said into the room.

Following the empty path to the window, looked to the furniture ahead that blocked the way. But looked away as he turned to the wooden wall a few feet away. "I know you two are here somewhere. Why don't you make it easier for the both of us and hand me that purse." He said. Looking to his sac, the right orb bounced upward. A pouch of skin stretching outward as it drooped over the side of his palm. Its egg-like shape jostling in place as Butch struggled inside. "Your friend's pretty restless." He said. lowering a finger down to scoop his teaticle back into his palm, pinning a thumb on top as he rubbed over its surface. "I wonder how you two will fair?"

He turned toward the door and walked toward it to search the other rooms. Looking to the couch just a few feet from door. Peering at for just a moment, before finally making his way out. As the door closed, Charlie and skimpy peeked out from behind the couch. Mike's shadow moving away from the door.

"Phew.. That was close.." Skimpy whispered.

"Keep quite you fool, we don't want him to know we're-"

Crash! A hand extended out from the wall as it clasped at Charlie's shirt. Another bursting through as it grabbed at the Skimpy's as well. The two tried to run to reduce Mike's hold along them, but he refused to relent. Heaving them to the wall as their backs slapped against the wooden board.

"Grgh!" Charlie pried at the wall. Hoisting himself slowly away from the wooden surface, but the arm pulled him back. A loud creak echoing from behind as Mike heaved harder.

"Charlie! I Can't get free!" Skimpy yelled. Cracks beginning to form at his back. The wall caving in on the hole upon the increased strength. Breaking through, the arm pulled retreated past the wall. Skimpy screa3mimg as he zoomed through the wall and into the other room. A flash soon shining as their voice grew smaller.

"Holy!!" Charlie gasped. Increasing his efforts to break free of Mike's grasp. He knew he was next, feeling the hand at his shirt grow tighter. Heaving backwards as it crashed through the wall, Charlie latched onto the wall as his back sunk in. "Grh! I'm not going in there!" He yelled. Pulling harder as he felt the strength coursing through the arm. It was like fighting against weights as each pull sunk his back downwards. His shirt beginning to tear as the corner of the fabric ripped off as it stretched to his sleeve. Snapping off, Charlie bolted for the door. Grabbing the purse along the way as he ran out the room. Looking over to the his shoulder see mike stepping out the opposite room.

"He got, Skimpy, Butch. This guy is crazy!" Charlie wheezed through his breath. Breathing heavily as he Bolted down the hall. Turning at another door, A door shined further ahead. This was it, a way out! Holding his breath he ran with all his strength to open panel, but halted when Mike stepped in the way. Their eyes meeting each other.

Mike only shook his head. Holding his cock in hand to display it to Charlie. A little foot sticking out the slit as it suckles around their ankle, a clench sending it inside as drizzle of pre drooled from its lips.

Charlie didn't know what to say. Frozen as he gazed at Mike's balls, the other testicle filling as it swelled the same height as the other. But when Mike stepped forward, his body told him to run. Bolting through the hallway from where he came through. Running into room, he hid behind the wall to catch his breath. He's won't stop, this guy was relentless! He the thought to himself. Afraid to peek out from behind the door, he looked to the purse as he held onto the handle. "This purse, all this for a damn purse!" He cursed. His head perking up as footsteps came from behind. Mike soon stepped inside, Charlie's heart sinking as he bolted down a pathway next to him. Hoping to find another way around, but instead found a dead end. Turning to Mike as he blocked the way. "L-look! You want the purse? Here!.." Charlie stuttered. Kicking the purse over to Mike "Take it! I don't want it!"

As the purse slid to Mike, he stared at it for split second. But stepped over it as his gaze Met Charlie's.

"W-what's the deal?! You've got the purse, now leave me alone! Hrck!" A palm collided against Charlie's neck.

"You think handing over the purse will weasel your way out of what you three did. I don't think so." Mike scorned. Raising the Charlie higher until their head aligned his.

"What?!" Charlie wheezed.

"You didn't care when my friend was pushed around. So allow me to show you what it's like to be on the other end." Mike said. Pressing harder, his hand began to glow. Slowly beginning to pulse as the Charlie started to shrink.

"Wait!...Wait!"

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About an hour passed since Mike went on his walk. Lisa finishing off a sip of the coffee she ordered as she browsed through her stories. But noticed the crowd grow less vibrant than before. Most have already left to go shopping, whereas others went inside. "I wonder what type of purses are online.." She sighed. Flicking through her phone as she clicked on the online order, but looked up when a figure stood in front of her. A familiar face coming to view. "Oh there you are Mike. I almost thought you went around shopping without me."

"And miss all the shops without you? Come on you know me better than that by now" Mike chuckled.

"I suppose your right." She smiled back. "So how was your walk?"

"It was pretty good, got see a lovely sight. And look what I found along the way." He pulled the purple purse from his back. Hovering it front of him to Lisa.

"My purse!" Her eyes lit up. Grabbing a hold of the handle as she looked inside. Everything was there, like it never left. "But how did you.."

"I ran into those guys from before. Had a little talk with them about what happened"

"you did?! Are you hurt?!"

"Oh I'm fine. A little winded a bit, but I'll live. But for now.." He took Lisa's hand into his. Lifting her off the table and into arms, how about we finish our shopping together. I saw a fashion store that just might have what you'rer looking for to match your purse.

"Oh really? Let us go then" she said.

Mike nodded as he lead her forward. A hand at her back as he walked alongside her.

"Im so glad I got my purse back. But there's still one thing Im pondering How did you get them to hand you the purse?"

"Well, I showed them somes jewels of mine that I carry with me all the time. Shared a bit of it with them and just let me have." He said.

"Oh, I didn't know had jewelry. You you gabe them diamonds?"

"Something like that.."

As the two continued to walk, Mike scratched at his crotch to adjust the fabric wedging between them. At least from what he told Lisa. But inside, his balls swelled as they jostled around between his legs. The left testicle toppling over the right as they bounced over one another. Bulges stretching out from them in the progress.

"Well this is just the perfect mess isn't it?" Charlie muffled from the left nut. Pushing outward from his own prison to stop himself from knocking into the from coated walls.

"We just had to steal that purse! We couldn't have just stuck to scams instead!" Skimpy muffled from the right nut. It form much more swollen as both him and Butch shared their prison egged prison.

"Lousy stinking bastard, when I get out of here I'm gonna gonna beat him to a pulp!" Butch thrashed around. Punching at the elastic walls of the sac to cause an uproar, but they'd barely make a difference from the constant bouncing from Mike's legs.

"Will you stop moving Butch, you're splashing me into the cum."

"Cry me a river, Im cramped as it is without your whiny butt in it!"

"Who you calling whiny!"

"You squirt!"

"Shut up already!" Charlie yelled.

[madangel19]

"We can go all Night" with Swiss, you know me :)

Oh boi you're gonna love this one >:3

“It’s so hard, Swiss. I don’t think I can handle another round.”

“We can go all night, Princess. I know you can take some more.”

Dewdrop paused by Swiss’s closed door when he overheard what was going on in there. It looked like Swiss was having another fun night with his favorite human, Delia. He couldn’t help but step closer to the door, eager to overhear what they were doing. Maybe he could join them if he asked nicely. 

“Fuck how are you so good at this, love?” Delia whined.

“I’ve had lots of practice, baby. I’m one of the best smashers around here. I even topped Dew at this,” Swiss replied, chuckling darkly. 

Another delicious whine from Delia brought Dew even closer. This sounded really good. He had to see what was going in there. Swiss certainly wouldn’t mind him coming in to watch or participate. He had done it plenty of times before and ended up having a nice time each time he did it. 

“I’ll top you next time, love. You’re in for it now,” Delia grumbled.

“We’ll see about that, princess. Try me,” Swiss crowed.

Sweet little Delia topping Swiss? This was something Dew had to see for himself. He looked down and noticed that he was hard. Yeah, he was totally going to join them.

Dewdrop grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it. It was unlocked to his surprise and he pushed it open, walking into the room.

“Hey there. I couldn’t help but overhear you two and was wondering if you wanted a third-,” he stopped short when he saw the scene before him.

Delia and Swiss sat together at the foot of his bed, looking at him with wide eyes full of surprise. Swiss was shirtless while Delia wore a lacy black nightgown. The television in Swiss’s room was turned on and a game of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate was about to start. The multi ghoul’s gaze went down to Dew’s tightening pants and he smirked, his surprise melting away.

“Oh! Hi there, Dew! Did you want to play Smash with us? Swiss has been teaching me how to play and it’s so much fun!. There’s room for more!” Delia chimed, patting the space next to her. 

He did indeed love playing Smash with his pack mates, but from the way they were talking, he thought something completely different was happening.

“I…Uh…I think I’ll pass. I thought you guys were fucking,” Dew grumbled, not bothering to hide his erection. 

“Oh, we were. We’re just taking a fun little break but then it got serious,” Swiss said, pecking Delia on the cheek and making her giggle. She stopped giggling when she noticed his erection.

“Do you need help with that, hon? We can finish this game first and then we can have some fun,” she suggested, smiling at him innocently.

Swiss perked up, looking from her to Dew with a knowing look in his eyes. That didn’t sound too bad. He had been in this situation plenty of times before. Swiss would end up jerking him off sooner or later while during the game.

“Do you wanna play with us? We could still use a third,” Swiss said, grabbing an extra controller and holding it up for him, a devilish smile growing on his lips. 

“Fuck it. Let’s smash,” Dew said, taking his pants and boxers off and sitting next to the multi ghoul. He could feel both sets of eyes on him as he grabbed the third controller. It was only a matter of time now.

Ahaha...

I had so many ideas, but this one was calling my name