#but for the love of god you are going to run face first into someone’s bigass cart and it’ll be a whole Thing

[izzih22]

Can u do one where Paige wins the WNBA finals and runs to hug Azzi after the game

For Everything We Dreamed

Note: sorry it took so long for me to put it out

The confetti hadn’t even fully touched the floor when Paige dropped the ball and took off in a dead sprint.

She didn’t hear the crowd’s roar, didn’t see the swarm of teammates chasing her for a tackle-hug, didn’t even register the Finals MVP trophy someone tried to hand her mid-stride. Her chest was burning, not from the game, but from something deeper—years of sacrifice, months of pain, dreams built in whispers and quiet hotel rooms, in late-night phone calls and crumpled jerseys clutched after a loss.

All she could see was Azzi.

Standing courtside in a neutral jacket—nothing branded, nothing blue or green—just her. Arms crossed, eyes already glassy, biting her lip like she wasn’t about to cry in front of thirty thousand people and a national broadcast.

Paige reached her in seconds. She didn’t stop. She barreled into her—arms wrapping tight around her waist, lifting her clear off the ground, burying her face into the crook of her neck like no one else in the world mattered.

Azzi laughed. Or sobbed. It was hard to tell.

“Jesus, Paige—”

“We did it,” Paige choked, voice raw, shaking, heart slamming against her ribcage. “I did it. We did it.”

Azzi’s arms came around her neck, tight and trembling. “You did it, baby.”

“No.” Paige pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. “This—this is everything we dreamed about. Remember? Sophomore year? Sitting in your room with that busted mini hoop and talking about the WNBA? Playing against each other? Finals? All of it?”

Azzi nodded, tears now streaking her cheeks, unbothered by the cameras trained on them.

“God,” Paige exhaled, forehead leaning against hers. “I saw you as soon as the buzzer sounded. I didn’t even think. I just—had to get to you.”

“You didn’t even let your team celebrate,” Azzi said softly, hands still curled around the back of Paige’s neck. “You just ran straight to me.”

“You’re my team.” Paige’s voice cracked. “You’ve always been.”

Azzi made the softest noise—almost like a laugh but more like a sob—and Paige kissed her.

Right there. In the middle of the chaos, under the falling confetti and the flashing cameras and a crowd going absolutely insane. She kissed her like they had nothing left to prove. Like the years of hiding and deflecting and dancing around questions were over. Like they were just two girls who loved each other—who had loved each other through everything.

Azzi pulled away first, her hand cradling Paige’s jaw. “I’m so proud of you.”

Paige shook her head, blinking fast. “I’m proud of us. You’ve been here the whole time, Az. All those games, all those breakdowns—you carried me through so much. Even on different teams, you still showed up.”

Azzi smiled, and Paige thought she might fall apart all over again.

“I was never not gonna be here,” Azzi said simply. “This moment? It’s yours. But it’s also ours.”

Behind them, the team was finally catching up—players calling for Paige, reporters shouting her name, camera crews jostling to get the perfect shot. But none of it pierced the bubble they’d built in each other’s arms.

Paige glanced toward the chaos and then back to Azzi, who was already smoothing her thumb over her cheek like she knew exactly what she needed.

“Come out there with me,” Paige said suddenly. “Come celebrate with me.”

Azzi’s eyes widened. “Paige, I’m not even—”

“I don’t care.” Her grip tightened around Azzi’s hand. “I want you next to me.”

There was a pause—like Azzi was weighing all the reasons she shouldn’t—and then she gave the smallest nod. “Okay. Yeah. Okay.”

Paige laced their fingers together and led her back toward the court, toward the confetti-strewn chaos of the celebration.

And when the cameras turned their way again, Paige didn’t flinch. She pulled Azzi into her side, eyes glowing, smile soft.

Because the trophy was incredible. The win meant everything.

But Azzi—Azzi was the reason for everything.

[existence-is-a-pain87]

A quick drabble as I try to escape the Writers Block I was trapped in:

They Hear You

Yandere!Self-Aware!Dandy's World x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors, swearing

--☆☆☆☆☆--

They weren't entire sure when the first heard you. Nor were they sure why you were the first one they heard.

At that point, they had all long since become used to 'Players' in the 'game'. Using their bodies and facing against twisteds. Some people played many runs a day. Others used their bodies for 'roleplays'.

They were painfully familiar with all the copies of them that existed. Them being made to say things as their God created more. Tweaked things about them.

They always knew they were never real. But when they heard you?

They felt real.

Oh, so real.

You spoke. Often blabbling to yourself, unaware they could hear.

Even if they didn't remember the day they first heard you, they remember exactly what you said.

"Dang it, everyone's gone... I'm so fucked..."

And all of them heard. Even if many were not on the floor, they all heard.

And then you left. Shortly after dying. But before that,

You kept talking.

Babbling to yourself, asking Finn to leave you alone so you could complete that last machine, and giving up when a blackout occurred.

And when you rejoined the game later?

They heard you again.

--☆☆☆--

Everyone's reactions were different.

Some, like Boxten, were initially skeptical of you. Others, like Rodger, were curious. And even more, like Goob, were excited.

Shrimpo was angry.

How are they able to hear someone now? How dare it be you! HE HATES YOU!! HE HATES THAT HE LOVES HEARING YOU SPEAK, TOO!!

Shelly wondered if you liked her.

But none are as interested in you as Dandy is.

Oh! How she hoped you liked dinosaurs! What's this? You're wearing a dinosaur hoodie for good luck? Wow! You do love dinosaurs! You two would be great friends!

Glisten was surprised when he learnt how much you liked him.

He's your favorite? Well, why wouldn't he be! And look at you constantly trying to stay around his Twisted self. How sweet of you! Don't go leaving him now, though...

What's this about a 'Dandy Run'? Are you trying to ignore him?

He hates it when you don't buy from the shop.

So his stock is bad? He'll improve it! Huh- stop calling him 'Baldicus Baldifer' already!

He's the first Toon that falls in love with you.

The others are quick to follow.

--☆☆☆--

Soon things about your game start to change.

First they're weird, but small. Almost unnoticeable.

Like Twisteds being significantly less aggressive. Targetting anyone else you're playing with, seeming to do anything to avoid damaging whoever you're playing as. And if you do aggro them, they seem to lose aggro almost instantly.

But they do stay close. And never aggro on you when chasing the others.

Once you played Brightney and tried to get the Twisteds to aggro on you instead of anyone else.

It didn't work.

Then the changes get more noticeable.

You mention wanting research for a toon? Suddenly, their Twisted is on the next floor! And the one after that! And they're on there until you're satisfied!

They just want you to be happy.

Do you need a heal? Well, Dandy's shop is now selling both band-aids and medkits! And the next floor has a whole bunch littered about!

They don't want you to go. Go on, speak some more. They love hearing you talk.

You soon started to notice these changes. Often voicing your confusion. Especially when you started to get tons more ichor and research than ever.

Then the incident occured...

--☆☆☆--

It was a day not too different from any other.

But you were complaining about how every attempt at a Dandy Run failed, how you were just desperate to encounter him to complete the unlock requirement for Astro.

And Dandy heard these complaints. And he was annoyed.

Do you hate him? Were you trying to ignore him?

Then he realized it was just your silly little completionist brain.

My, aren't you just a silly thing, dewdrop! Had him worrying there, hehe.

So he decided to solve this little problem for you.

It didn't take long for the entire team you were with to be wiped out on the earlier levels, much to your disappointment. This wasn't even a Dandy Run, just your average Main Hunt.

Just ignore how the Twisteds were all rarer and weirdly aggressive...

And when you remarked about how you were going to die soon, it took everything in Dandy for him not to just jump out and tell you to wait a moment for his surprise.

Then, the elevator opened up to the next floor. And Dandy nearly grinned when the Toon you were playing ceased to move.

The floor was littered in research. Clearly over 100 capsules at least. And roaming past? A Twisted Dandy.

Immediately, he heard you start panicking. Wondering how he spawned despite the fact you were consistently buying things from him.

So you quickly just started collecting research, barely noticing how Twisted Dandy didn't aggro on you. Just roamed nearby. Always staying close.

Then you got confused how this floor had well over 100 capsules of Dandy research. It took one floor for you to have enough research for his trinket.

But this incident weirded you out. You were concerned your game was hacked. You didn't want to get banned.

So you stopped playing.

And they were NOT happy.

Thankfully, they figured out how to reach out to you in other Roblox games.

And Roblox just so happened to have your phone number for voice chat...

--☆☆☆--

The texts seemed to never end.

Questions of why you left. Begging you to return. Offering you anything you want to come back.

You kept blocking the unknown numbers. It didn't stop the texts.

You thought you were hacked.

And you soon decided to reply to one of these texts once to beg them to leave you alone.

Didn't you like my surprise?

You questioned what the surprise was.

Well, you wanted to encounter my Twisted form, yes?

This isn't Dandy.

Who else would he be other than Dandicus Dancifer himself?

You told them to leave you alone.

Come back to the game first and the texts will stop, dewdrop.

Why should you trust him?

Why shouldn't you?

--☆☆☆--

You returned to the game.

You don't know why. You're desperate and rather not change your phone number or Roblox account.

Even though you probably should've just deleted Roblox.

Oh well, you could just do it after this, couldn't you?

You think they'd let you go that easily?

Upon loading up, you spawned in one of the elevators on a private server you never bought.

They love you.

You had your classic Roblox avatar.

They're not losing you.

You began asking questions, demanding answers from the game.

They love you they love you they love you.

You didn't get a response.

Love love love love love love love love love love love.

They were all in awe.

Because, finally, after so long...

They could see you.

[jayden-killer]

Dance with me, my lady. My princess.

Knight!Eddie × Princess!Reader.

Finally, the grand day everyone was waiting arrived: the ball, hosted by your parents, the sovereigns of Hawkins. And Eddie will take this chance, once and for all, to confess his love for you.

⚠️ warnings: use of Y/N, Eddie being madly in love with reader, mention of sex at the end.

A/N: Ugh, I love knight!Eddie. This gotta be my fav fan version of him.🤭 As always, I apologise for my English and any mistakes in this fic. I'm a non-native English speaker.

Divider by @strangergraphics.

Great day today for the reign of Hawkins! The palace had opened its doors to celebrate the tenth year of birth of the new kingdom. All that was said about it, from the nobles to the villagers. Even those living in the most rural areas would not have missed such an opportunity. This celebration would mark the beginning of a dance that would take place on the day of the anniversary; the palace was in ecstasy, especially the current queen, making sure nothing was out of place. From the golden banners, to the pruned hedges of the immense royal garden. On one of those sunny spring days the princess of Hawkins was admiring with amusing her mother and the maids run right and miss to select the most beautiful flowers to decorate the ballroom.

She did not notice that behind the pillar where she was resting appeared the knight Edward C. Munson. Her great friend, personal protector who simply called 'Eddie'. "There is a great movement today, eh?" asked the knight with a grin. The princess jumped, only now noticing her presence. "By the gods!" She exclaimed, surprised, "stop appearing out of nowhere. I’m always afraid it might be someone else but you". Eddie rolled his eyes, amused. He knew that it was not mature to surprise the princess like this, but after months of service at the castle, he had a strong relationship with her, so much so that he had difficulty in hiding his playful nature.

"Excuse me, Your Royal Highness. Or is it better Y/N?" "My mother would kill you with her own hands if she heard something like that." And it was true. It was not allowed for a knight (moreover, one of such lower rank) to use the name of a descendant of the royal family. Eddie also leaned his back against the pillar and crossed his arms to his chest, watching with amused eyes the desperate faces of the maids.

Then he turned his head slightly and let his eyes rest on the beautiful face of the princess. "I bet you already have a suitor for tonight". The girl looked up at him. She shook her head. "Actually, no. I didn’t want anyone by my side". Eddie felt a jolt of hope and adrenaline mixed together, but he did not show it; he only widened his eyes and puffed. "I’ve never heard a princess turn down her suitors." "Then I must be the first in history". "It appears so".

An almost embarrassing silence followed. The princess swore to hear the knight’s eyes upon her, making her feel embarassed, until she was shaken by the voice of her friend.

"You’re too beautiful to dance alone tonight".

A wave of heat swept over the girl, her cheeks turning purple-red; Eddie found them pretty in his heart. He would have preferred to die protecting her and the kingdom for which he served, rather than admit what was currently going on in his head. "You only say that because we are great friends," the princess whispered. "I only say that because this is the truth." He turned his head elsewhere, everywhere but to look at her face. Eddie’s hand gripped the hilt of the sword, a habit he had begun to develop since he first stepped in the palace. "But I don’t want men by my side-" Eddie wouldn’t let her finish the sentence, cutting it off almost aggressively. "You should. You’re beautiful, smart, funny, educated and.. and you will soon be married to someone who deserves you. Someone who will really do you justice." He sighed, trembling. "Who will go to battle for you, protect you dutifully. And that day, I’ll be happy to see you happy".

The words died in Y/N’s throat, not knowing how to respond to that confession from his friend, but there was no need for it because Eddie had already set out for the other wing of the castle, marching away. The princess laid a trembling hand on her heart.

Dub. Dub dub. Dub dub.

She felt her heart beat faster than expected. Perhaps that confession was not as far off as he thought. And maybe those eyes full of adoration when she least expected it were not random, just as they were not random compliments, kisses on the hand in the stupidest moments or Eddie's hands braiding her hair with daisies… She would not have wanted any other man at his side but him.

That very evening the royal hall was full of people, and the dances had already begun. A table full of food, on which were placed spicy chicken, oils, marinated vegetables, fruits and much more was placed on a pedestal under an imposing stained glass window of the palace. There sat the rulers and the princess positioned between them, with an expression of melancholy and boredom adoring her face. The most beautiful fabric surrounded her body; a graceful and brilliant dress that shone in the light of candles. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Edward standing straight, just beyond the end of the table, looking at the people present. Nor did he turn his head to the princess. She felt overcome with disappointment when a knight, too presumptuous and too insistent, slid her off the chair and led her to the center of the room, hand in hand. She had recognized that face: Ser Jason from the house of Craver with a fine reputation on his back for decades.

She glanced back at Edward, over her shoulders. A silent cry for help. For a moment the eyes of the two crossed, then she continued to walk. How much she hated those formalities. And how much she hated that it wasn’t her Eddie dancing with her. That was what Edward was thinking, feeling powerless even in his heavy armor. He sighed heavily, trying not to break down. Tonight, she is radiant. But when is she not so beautiful?

Edward flinched when someone, imperceptibly, touched him. Steve, that is how he called him, higher in rank than him, looked at him with disappointment.

"I can see it in your face. Come on, that thing is probably boring her to death," said Steve, crossing his strong arms at his chest, now looking at the princess. She was almost dying of boredom! Eddie didn’t say anything, nor did he move. "Really? I think she’s having fun," he lied. Steve rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure. If you don’t ask her to dance now and confess your love to her, I swear I will". Obviously Steve didn’t mean it, he was just teasing him, yet Eddie snapped at him, frowning his thin eyebrows. "What about the rulers?" "Let them watch, but get her out of that pompous Jason’s arms, now or never". Without being told twice, he descended the high steps of the pedestal, trying to walk with confidence. The heart had begun to beat madly, making space among the dancers and nobles. The closer he got to his beloved, the more courage alternated between ascent and descent.

"Excuse me.. or maybe not?" Eddie’s arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist, making her do a spin. Jason’s face darkened, realizing that his prize had been taken away. Eddie replied with a grin. Suddenly he felt floating on a cloud, dancing among the Y/N present, moving away from Jason’s presence. They danced awkwardly, not caring for the possible eyes that had landed on them.

"My hero," the princess joked, whose hands rested on the shoulders of the knight. "I could not but save you. You were a damsel in distress". Meanwhile, the people continued their dances. Eddie was pleased with the laughter and songs that overcame the volume of his voice because what he was going to say would be extremely embarrassing or… Who knows. It would have been fine. Steve’s words echoed back in his head: now or never.

He tightened his grip on the princess'waist, looking into her eyes. This evening she was indeed a diamond. He opened and closed his mouth. Everything he had tried in the mirror before a mission, before bedtime, was now as if he didn’t know what to say. Where to start. He seemed to have forgotten everything.

"I love you".

He cursed himself silently. Eddie looked away, looking for a way out, but found none. It seemed that in any direction the face of his beloved appeared. Like a feverish dream. "How long?". With courage, Eddie moved his eyes to her face and could see her eyes slightly widened with surprise and the cheeks tinged with that redness he adored.

"Since I defended your honor from that mad madman Craver". The princess laughed. In the middle of the dance, laughter grew louder and louder and the music accelerated, just like the hearts of the two lovers. Suddenly the feet of Edward stopped and so also Y/N, the look confused but full of curiosity.

"I need to feel your lips on mine" the man confessed tenderly, "may I, my lady?" The princess knew that it was what she had long desired, and so, nodding, their fingers intertwined gently, while Edward with his other hand resting on her cheek kissed her.

He kissed her with all the affection that he felt and with all the desire that had kept him alive in these months. He mentally remembered that he should thank Steve, He thanked the princess, his friend and lover, for being so kind to him as no one had ever been before. Maybe he thanked those divine beings, the gods, for having given him a second chance, redemption to show the world who he really was: only a poor man with strong and playful appearance, but in need of love, taken away from his first whimpers since he was a newborn.

He kissed a second, third, fourth time the woman who held close to him, enjoying the delicate taste that felt on his lips and letting himself be embraced by the heat that her body emanated against his. In the background, laughter and dancing continued to enliven the room. Much later, the rulers became suspicious of the disappearance of their benevolent daughter. There was nothing to worry about, Steve reassured them, for he had seen Edward escort the princess into his chambers, accompanied by the other court ladies and acquaintances. Not that it was entirely true: the two lovers were busy making love at the time, filling the room with moaning, unfolded sheets under their bodies while Edward rocked his hips sensually, slowly inside of her, savouring the moment.

The princess couldn’t help but think of him, him, only him, and how she had never felt such a feeling. To a pleasure that even the gods themselves could not grant.

They would be occupied all night.

[ang3lmoans]

Angel’s chest ached in a way he didn’t quite expect it to. Not from pain, not from anger—but from the raw, unfiltered vulnerability Garam had just handed him. There was no mask, no seduction, no performance. Just *him*. All of him—afraid, uncertain, clinging tightly to the idea that he could lose what they had just because someone else might try and take it. And Angel knew that fear. God, *he knew it*—how it lived under the skin like a second pulse, whispering that nothing good ever stays, that love was conditional, that one misstep and the people you care about would find better. He stayed quiet for a moment after Garam finished speaking, letting it all settle. Letting Garam *see* that he wasn’t running from those words, or pulling away from the messiness of it. No, he was still here and he wasn’t going anywhere. Then, Angel gently touched Garam’s face, thumbs brushing lightly against the flushed heat of his cheeks. His eyes flicked toward the tear he hadn’t missed, even if Garam had wiped it away quickly, as if ashamed to let it show. “You don’t have to apologize for being scared,” Angel said, low and steady. “That kind of honesty? That takes more strength than anything else. You’re not weak for feeling this way. And you’re not *too much*.” He leaned in and kissed Garam’s forehead, slow and deliberate, letting his lips linger there like he could press reassurance into his skin. He loved this side of Garam, taking accountability and being honest with him. This was all Angel ever wanted from any partner or whatever limbo they were in right now. “I hear you. About Darius. About all of it.” His voice remained soft, but there was a firm edge of conviction behind it now. “You’re not asking too much. I’ll talk to him. Set boundaries. If you’re uncomfortable with us being alone, then that’s something I respect.” He pulled back just enough to meet Garam’s gaze again, brushing a hand gently through his hair like it calmed *him* as much as it soothed Garam. “And no one,” Angel continued, voice tight with emotion, “*no one* gets to tell me you’re not good enough for me. Not Darius, not anyone. Because I know you. I know your heart. And yeah, you’ve got some fears—but so do I. And I *still choose you.*” His hand lowered to clasp Garam’s again, fingers curling around his with warm certainty. “You’re mine. And I’m yours. That’s not changing because someone else wishes it could.” There was a pause—just long enough for the words to sink in—before Angel offered the smallest, most tender smile.“And when we do have our first time,” he added, lips curving with a hint of that usual charm, “it’s gonna be somewhere that *feels* like ours. Not rushed, not messy. Just us. All of us.”Then, a beat. The three-letter words hung on his tongue but he swallowed them away, not yet. Not like this. “Let’s quickly pick out some basics for you and buy that sweater. Then run over to grab the camera and go home. I’m going to cook us a great dinner and we can work together to get your room together. As much as I would love for you to stay in my room forever you will want space eventually” Angel grinned pecking the man’s cheek as he unlatched the dressing room door. As pent-up as he was Angel couldn’t wait to get home where he could poke at Garam a little to have a repeat of the morning. But for now they still had things to do.

garam eyes closed when their foreheads met, exhaling the weight of his emotions away. as much as he wanted something to happen in that dressing room, garam also didn't want their first time having penetrative sex to happen in a dressing room. he wanted it to take place somewhere they could make meaningful, where they didn't have to rush or keep quiet so they weren't caught. he wanted that first time to take place somewhere private and safe, where they could react to each other's every movement, every word, without any kind of fear or sense of urgency. as desperately as he did want angel, the desire to give that first time importance was simply too strong. that didn't quite the voice in his head and his heart and, frankly, his dick telling him to give himself to angel with every word of kindness, flattery, and reassurance. as the pressure to please seemed to lift away from him, it was quickly replaced by the weight of guilt. he knew the negative effect his insecurities had on angel, he could see how angel was going to blame himself as if something he was doing or had done was the trigger to those feelings. but, even though angel was involved with garam's insecurities, he wasn't the cause of them. it was entirely his own problem to bare. garam was acted fast; his hands lifting to cradle both of angel's cheeks, using his gentle grasp to make angel look at him again. "you're not doing anything wrong, you're doing everything right, actually. it isn't you, it's me—fuck, that sounds so cliché but it's true," he let his hands fall down to momentarily rest on angel's before dropping down to his sides, "i am scared and i am insecure, that's my issue... not yours. i am scared that someone will take you from me," not even in a romantic or physical sense, he was afraid of losing his position in angel's life. he was afraid of their friendship, their connection diminishing because somebody else entered his life. "and i really want to tell you not to stop seeing darius, not because i don't trust you but because i don't trust him. he has feelings for you and you are still available so of course he'll think you're fair game but you're not. you are spoken for... you're mine," he claimed, feeling his eyes suddenly start to sting and well up. he didn't want to start crying but the guilt he felt was so strong, taking out his insecurities on angel when the root of a majority of his issues had nothing to do with the other. it was other people making him feel on edge, like he was an inch away from losing everything he loved. "and i'm yours," he continued, a single tear beginning to roll down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away, "even if you don't initiate something, he might and that's what i'm afraid of. he obviously doesn't like me, what if he still tries convincing you that i'm not good enough for you or that you could do better," both things garam already thought, "i know i can't stop you from seeing him, you work together and you are friends and i'm not that controlling. but maybe it's okay to ask that you two aren't alone together, at least not alone for very long? it'd make me more comfortable knowing he wouldn't have a chance to hit on you." because, in his mind, as it's something he'd typically follow himself, not openly flirting in a setting deemed too public or inappropriate, darius wouldn't make a pass at angel if other people were around. "if that's not okay, i understand." his voice neared a whisper, as if he didn't want even angel to hear.

[lokisbxtches]

New You

You leave Sylus alone for two months, and surprise him with a whole new look, unintentionally.

Find photo here

Sylus x thick black reader (anyone can read though)!

Warnings: SMUT, Somnophilia, nervous Sylus, reader is oblivious, yearning Sylus, first time writing smut kinda, all came from my fantasies in my head about Sylus, virgin reader/first time for both. Let me know if I miss anything.

Words: 3.4k

A/N: I am not thick or chubby! I just thought of this because I thought it was cute considering how much sylus loves squeezing and poking MC. Please let me know if you think it is wrong of me to write this! I don’t want to offend anyone!!! I also wrote this with nails on 😭 so if there are any mistakes, please forgive me and if there’s any lore that sounds wrong, let me know! This isn’t proofread, and I’m using Grammarly to help correct this, so it might sound dumb .. I’m not the best writer.

Sylus has been without you for two months, TWO MONTHS!!! It felt like an eternity for him (and that’s saying a lot since he’s lived lifetimes without you). He couldn’t wait for you to come back, couldn’t wait until he put his mighty claws on you and hold you.

He hoped that everything was going well, considering this was the longest you’d been on a mission, especially without him being there to assist and spy on you. He even thought about finding a way to be with you and help you on that mission, but decided against it so he wouldn’t ruin it for you. God, did it hurt to fight against that urge.

He didn’t know when you’d be back, and he couldn’t even text you since the signal was so terrible—I mean, you went into the deepspace tunnel… could you really communicate with anyone from there?—but he was patient, like always, and just waited for you to come back and be with him again.

Soon enough, you came back, but instead of going straight to Sylus's house like you usually do after every mission, you went to your apartment. It wasn't your fault, though, you were so tired that you weren't thinking straight. You were thinking on default, you know? You took the route that you knew by heart—the route straight to your big comfy bed—all you thought about was sleep. You came home and hopped straight into bed, not even taking a shower, just right to bed.

After 30 minutes of sleeping, you hear the doorbell ring. You don’t move a muscle in the hope that the person will leave, but nope. They keep ringing, and you ignore them until they stop after the 25th ring. You sighed and went back to sleep.

Sylus was confused and a bit heartbroken that you didn’t text him when you returned. He saw you on the cameras—that he discreetly put in your house without you knowing… it was for a good purpose, not for anything weird, of course not. It was just in case you were in trouble, like if a burglar broke in or if someone was after you (or if you had company over…), he would know asap, nothing crazy, seriously—when he reached your apartment, he decided to just ring the doorbell like a normal person, he didn’t want to scare you or anything but after you didn’t answer it for so long he grew weary. He decidedly teleported into your house instead of breaking down the door—don’t want the cops to be called, do we?—he flickered with the switch but nothing came on… the house looked neat enough, its small but neat, no sign of forced entry and he doesn’t hear any water running so why didn’t you answer the door?

He snuck towards your room, slightly opening the door, only to see you lying there in your bed, sleeping, not moving a muscle. From a distance, it’d look like you were dead, considering how you were laying, but he knew you and your sleeping positions. For others, it looked crazy, but it was comfortable for you and he didn’t judge—hell, he sleeps laying up so he can’t judge anyway.—he walked towards the side of the bed where you laid, and for a moment, he stood there, watching. He watched as the moonlight spilled into your room and sat perfectly on your drooling face, watched how your eyes were still slightly open—that’s how he knew you were in a deep sleep—you must’ve been tired, he thought, since you didn’t change and you still had your shoes on.

Sylus didn’t want to disturb you, so he walked around the house for a little wondering why the lights were out. He soon saw paperwork scattered on the kitchen counter, It was bills after bills stacked up, you’ve been gone so long, of course, no one paid for them. He curses himself internally for not thinking of your bills sooner, but can you blame him? You practically lived with him now, but still, he’ll pay for them later on. 

Since your house had no power, no water, or air, he took that as a reason to take you to his house, which, of course, brought deep joy from within him. 

Sylus was surprised when you didn't wake from him carrying you or driving to his house. After making it to his house and laying you on your side of his bed, he waited patiently for you to wake (but not until after he took your shoes off. He didn’t want to take your clothes off, though—not yet at least—he didn’t want that to wake you up, and you just so happen to see him stripping you… How would that make him look?)

The next morning, you woke to classical music playing and the smell of breakfast. You were disheveled, but soon got your thoughts together and realized you weren’t at the place you drove an hour to last night. No, this wasn’t your bedroom, this was Sylus’s room… how did you get here, you wondered, surely you would’ve gotten up if you felt someone touch you? You’re not a heavy sleeper. Were you that tired? So many thoughts run through you as you lie there still.

“Good morning, my love” you heard from the doorway. You got up to see Sylus standing there smiling slyly.

“Sylus?” You asked. “How did I-” Sylus cuts you off, “are you hungry? Or do you want to shower first?” He says getting closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bed in no time with his long legs. He cuffed your face, admiring how beautiful you looked, though he noticed something different about you… Did your cheeks get more chubbier, or was his mind making up things since it’s been so long without you? Perhaps it’s nothing. You were still the most beautiful person he’d ever seen and ever been in love with. Thinking those thoughts, he proceeded to squeeze them, smiling as he watched your face scrunched up.

“Sylus!” You exclaimed softly, laughing while pushing his hand away. “I’ve missed you so much,” he says softly, trying to go in for a kiss, but was rejected when you move away. He looks at you with confusion and heartbreak in his eyes. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” you say, pouting, “so?” He says still trying to go in for a kiss, but this time he succeeds, grabbing your face with both his hands, kissing you passionately. “I don’t care if you haven’t brushed your teeth in days or months.” You push him away, “Ewww,” you laugh, he takes this chance to grab your face and kiss you all over.

“I’ve missed you so much, my dear,” he speaks out, “I had to fight the urge to come find you myself and bring you home” he confesses, looking you into your eyes as he caresses your face. “I've missed you too honey, god it was so hard not being able to text you,” you say, leaning into his touch and then kissing his cheek.

After much time, you decidedly get up to shower after realizing you’ve had the same clothes on for two days. “My love…” Sylus speaks up, stopping you in your tracks as you turn around to face him. he gets up and looks at you—this whole time of him being over you he didn’t realize your body has changed significantly. You watch as he stares at you up and down with a wondering look. You let out a sigh, “You’ve changed?” He asks, “I did.” You look down, pressing your lips together, “you’ve gotten…” he trails off, “bigger?” You say looking into his eyes but his eyes are fixated on your thighs, watching as your hunter uniform—aka your shorts—gets engulfed by them, he’s admiring them, “I wouldn’t say that” and he’s right, you shouldn’t say that because it’s not true, “you’ve gotten thicker I might say” that’s right… thicker.

He trails his eyes from your thighs to your belly pudge then your chest, watching as your boobs almost bulge out of your shirt. They were poking and sitting so rightfully good that he could just launch himself at you and rip that shirt off right but he held himself together, he did wonder though how could you change so much in two months?

You watch as he stares and looks at you with confusion, “but how? It’s been two months,” He asks, “Time in the deepspace tunnel works differently than it does here, 1 month here is almost a year there, I guess.” You admit still a bit surprised about that, realizing you’ve been gone for 2 years in the tunnel. “While I was there, I got into an accident, which caused me to be on bed rest. They fed me a lot and wouldn’t let me work out,” his heart sank, “an accident?” He's rushing to your side, scanning you, “It was just my ankle, I broke it, but I’m healed up a bit, though they sent me back here early since I’m still at risk,” you say as you show off your ankle. He slightly calms down.

“I’ll lose the weight in no time, I just need to exercise” you say smiling lightly, “you don’t have to,” He looks you up and down holding your waist, almost buckling in at the knees as he saw your belly pudge, “yea but I can't go fighting wanderers out of breath can I?” You laughed, causing Sylus to roll his eyes, “You know you can always-,” You shush him “I love my job Sylus, and I won’t give it up because im out of shape,” you explained, Sylus just laughs, “but if you change your mind…” he trails off, “I know I know” you laugh finally turning around, retreating into the bathroom to shower.

After showering and finishing eating breakfast, you ask Sylus to come work out with you, “You sure that’s a good idea? You should be resting on that still-healing ankle,” Sylus says, unwilling to help you lose weight.

“Oh, please, I’m fine. It’s practically healed enough for me to walk without a limp. That bed rest and amazing medicine helped me,” you say, still not enough to convince Sylus, “if you don’t want to work out with me, then I’ll just go back to Linkon and work out by myself.” Sylus sighed, giving in to your “threat”, not wanting to be away from you anymore, “fine, but not for long. Can’t risk your ankle getting injured again.” You rolled your eyes, turning on your heels, heading straight for Sylus's personal gym.

Working out was a bit tough for you since you had been on bed rest in the tunnel, it cost you the ability to exercise but you didn’t give up, Sylus knew it was hard for you but didn’t pressure you to stop, he knew you could handle it but he also knew when you couldn’t, when you would push yourself past your limit—he loved that about you but damn did it make him worry—he knew when and when not to step in.

You two worked out all day, only because you didn’t want to stop, but soon enough you tired yourself out and headed back to Sylus’s room to take another shower.

“Weird I haven’t seen or heard from the twin's none today,” you say as you walk through the threshold of Sylus’s bedroom, “I sent them away on a mission two days ago, they should be back by the weekend” he discloses, you've been so out of it you didn't realize today was Tuesday—honestly you didn’t know what day it was, you only knew it was Tuesday because of the calendar on the wall—“where’s my phone?” You asked, looking everywhere, “It’s on the charger over there on the nightstand, it was dead when I came and got you. That explains why you didn’t text me when you got back.” You look at him with a wondering face, “Speaking of that, how did you know I was back?” Sylus was silent for a moment before saying, “Oh, kitten, you must not know I have my ways.” he smirked, which only creeped you out just a bit, “stalker,” you say, grinning.

Just as you were about to enter the bathroom, you turned to Sylus, who was now sitting in his chair, reading a book. It always amazed you how fast he moved, especially without making any noise. “You coming?” You ask curiously, he looks up with a quizzical expression, almost as if you’re speaking to someone else, “Pardon?” “Do you want to shower together?” You ask properly, Sylus was shocked… You asked him to shower with you! You’ve never done that before… I mean, you guys have never done anything! He hasn’t even seen you naked!! Is this a joke? Is he dreaming??? He thinks to himself, “Unless you don’t want to”, Sylus damn near jumps out of his skin trying to get to his feet, “of course I do” he says hurriedly but soon calms himself, “alright well I’ll go run the water” you say walking into the bathroom.

Sylus watched you retreat into the bathroom, he stood there astonished because you asked him to shower with you. He had to be dreaming… was this the next step in the relationship? Either way, he was excited, but of course, he had to keep his cool and pretend like it didn’t affect him the way it did. 

He finally strides his way to the bathroom, where he saw you already naked showering, he damned the way the glass was made because if it wasn’t for that he would be able to see your body clearly from where he was standing. Obviously, He was going to see it clearly once he hopped in with you, that thought made him fly out of his clothes and jump right into that shower.

Oh did he enjoy the view of your very plump ass, took everything in him not to grab it that instance. He didn’t realize he was staring until you asked him to wash your back. He grabbed the towel, lathering it up with your Dove soap, and proceeded to wash your back. As he washed it he got lower and lower until he reached just above your ass, he was staring again. He kept rubbing that same area until you spoke up, “I think it's clean enough, Sylus.” You laughed, turning around and grabbing the towel from him. 

You let the water wash all the soap off your back, hoping your bonnet wasn’t getting wet because of how big it was—Sylus didn’t even realize you put it on—He watched as you raised your arms to pick the back of your bonnet up and leaned over just a little bit so the water could fully get to your neck and back, noticing the water flowing from your back to the bottom of your hanging breast. That sight immediately turned him on, seeing them drip and jiggle just a little bit, he couldn’t contain himself—luckily you turned around just before his cock got fully erect— he grabbed and pushed his cock down so it wouldn’t hit the back of your ass since you were so close to one another. 

He had to focus his mind elsewhere so it would go away but you just had to bend over slightly to wash your feet, that’s when he got a perfect glimpse of your wet pussy and lord did he lose it. He let out the whiniest groan you’ve ever heard, only to immediately stop himself and clear his throat, trying to keep his composure. “You said something?” You asked, rising back to your feet and turning your head slightly to look at him, “No,” he says bluntly, “sorry I’m taking up all the water, it’s your turn now.” You finished washing off and maneuvered to get behind him. 

You helped him wash his back off, soon stepping out of the shower to get dressed. Sylus, on the other hand, stayed in the shower a bit longer to calm himself down.

Sometime after that, he got out, put on a pair of boxers, and headed out of the bathroom. He saw you already halfway asleep with one of his oversized shirts on, which turned him on even more, but he didn’t think about it too much, sliding into bed right with you soon after.

Later that night, he couldn't sleep, still thinking about that shower you too had together, he couldn’t get over it, and that thought made something else rise in him. He ignored it, turning on his side to cuddle you. You turned too—still being in a deep sleep—you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs intertwined with his, breathing into his neck, he pulled you closer. Snaking his hands underneath his shirt to grab your ass just a bit only to realize you weren’t wearing any underwear.

Fuck.

He thought to himself—that one little thing just threw him completely over the edge—his cock only got harder by the minute and he couldn’t take it anymore, “shit,” he breathed out hesitantly, fingers slowly getting closer to the entrance of your pussy, once he reached it he rubbed just a little bit making him whimper so slightly. 

He should stop, he thought, this is wrong but fuck did your pussy feel good. He wanted to stick a finger in but stopped himself, he moved his hand away from your entrance and down to his aching cock. He had to pull it out… He had to relieve some pressure from it.

He didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to be away from you, from your scent, from your touch… he stroked his cock ever so slow, groaning each time his tip touched your clit. He was getting hot and tenser, he had to move you, laying you on your back, pushing the shirt up so he could get a good look at your pretty pink pussy. He wanted to see your boobs too but then he would be getting too greedy… this was already wrong as it is… he shouldn’t make it worse.

Seeing your pussy made him want to jump right on in but he had to control himself and focus on getting his problem out the way before you awake to see what he was doing, his mouth was drooling at the sight of your pussy… he couldn’t hold in his whimpers, he was on his knees in the bed, stroking his dick faster and harder to reach his climax but it wasn’t enough. He had to wake you up.

Getting in-between your legs, face inches from yours, he kissed you—Hoping it would wake you up—peppering kisses all over until you finally awake.

“Sylus?” You ask sleepily, opening your eyes just a bit, “What’s wrong baby?”

Baby

Oh boy did that make him even harder? He pushed his tip into your folds, hoping you would get the message. “Won’t you help me kitten? Please my love I need help,” he begged, you looked down to see his aching red tip leaking with pre cum. At that sight you immediately got turned on, already leaking, “I would love to but I’m tired,” you say hoping he’d understand that you didn’t have the energy. “That’s alright baby… just lay there and look pretty,” you nod as he goes down on you.

You were nervous but he soon washed that away once he grabbed your legs, putting them over his shoulders and immediately diving in.

He was eating you like a starving dog, you couldn’t help but let out loud moans, and you thanked the gods above that the twins weren’t here. They’d be traumatized.

He sucked, bit, and licked at your clit, it was too much for you, pushing at his shoulders only made him dive in deeper, using his evol to hold your hands down. This was your first time experiencing head and god did it feel good… so good that you thought it was too much, it was a feeling in your stomach that only got tighter. You didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t want him to stop although you were nervous.

“S-SYLUS!” You screamed, shaking and trembling, “PLEASE! I-I FEEL,” you utter out of breath, but he doesn’t stop, in fact, he goes even faster, sticking a finger in, fucking you at an inhumane rate with them

That’s when you were pushed over the edge, squirting all over his face and bed—which he gladly slurped up—he added another finger and slowly fucked you through your orgasm, you were shaking and breathing hard.

“Oh hope you don’t think we’re done, kitten.” He says as he hovers over you with smirk that could only mean something crazy.

Part 2 ! Sorry if this didn’t make sense I tried 😫

[literatooru]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

pairing: gn!reader x oikawa tōru

The first thing you hear when you walk into your shared apartment is the muffled voice of your boyfriend, and your first guess is that he’s on the phone with someone. You take your time to take your shoes off and place them neatly by the door, shrugging off your jacket and hanging it before taking a couple steps forward to walk further into the apartment. You hope your slowness will give him enough time to wrap things up with whoever’s on the other end, but if anything, he starts talking even more. Your brows pull together in a soft, confused frown as you tilt your head slightly.

“Hello,” he says. After giving a frustrated sigh, he clears his throat and tries again. “Hello. Love of my life, light of my eyes. I look at you and it feels like my heart is about to burst out of my chest, but not in a bad way. I like it.”

Taking a couple steps, you pad toward the bedroom and stand just far enough so that you won’t interrupt anything, then almost smack yourself on the forehead when you realize what’s going on. He’s talking to himself in the mirror. Again.

With pursed lips, you suppress a smile and swallow your laughter, extremely amused. Oikawa does give pretty entertaining speeches when he thinks no one’s watching and you feel like having a good laugh. After taking a single step closer, you come to the conclusion that he’s not actually in the bathroom, but in the bedroom.

“God, he’s such an idiot,” you whisper to yourself, pressing your forehead against the wall beside you. If you gave exactly three steps forward, you’d be standing right at the door. Right in front of him.

“You are literally the most gorgeous person I’ve ever laid eyes on. And you absolutely own my heart,” he continues, and your eyebrows shoot up. You love how confident he usually is, but he’s never taken it this far. Is he professing his love to… himself? “Ah, no. Maybe that’s too much. Jesus, why is this so hard?”

You hear a loud smack and assume he’s just hit himself on the face, and your frown deepens, because he sounds pretty embarrassed and a little bit nervous, and that’s not usually him, even when he thinks he’s alone. However, curiosity gets the best of you and you don’t dare move an inch, holding your breath as you hear him curse quietly, and then some shuffling. He’s on the bed.

“I…” he pauses, groans, and there’s a soft thud on the mattress as though he’s just punched it. “I have no words. And I really can’t ruin this because it’s going to change the rest of my life, and you’re not making it any easier by giving me that stupidly cute look and I hate you, and I hate this, and—” There’s another thud, this time against the wall, and after a couple seconds, you can hear him jumping to his feet and running to fetch whatever it was he threw, muttering a low ‘sorry.’ He heaves an even more frustrated sigh, and you can almost picture him tugging on his hair as you shift your weight onto your other leg. And there’s yet another thud followed by a loud albeit muffled scream as though his face is buried in a pillow which makes your concern grow much bigger than your curiosity. “Why is this so damn hard?!” After taking a hesitant step forward, his voice makes you freeze on the spot once again. You didn’t think he’d have more to say, since apparently he’s finding it ‘too hard.’ You wonder what’s making him so frustrated, so you keep listening instead of revealing yourself. “The stupid site said to just ‘speak from the heart’, and how am I supposed to do that when I can’t even think straight when we’re in the same room? This is so stupid.”

There’s a longer pause, and you’re so confused that it’s painful. What on earth is he going on about? Whatever it is, it’s irritating him to the point of baldness (which is a shame, because your boyfriend has the most perfect hair you’ve ever seen so much so that it makes you a little jealous. It’s ridiculous).

“Okay, fine. Look. You sit there and listen. Although I guess it’s not like you have much of a choice, but whatever.” A short pause, another sigh, and he’s talking again. “The day we met is the most special day of my entire life,” he begins. Oikawa hesitates before saying the next words, although his tone is much softer, like he’s reminiscing of really good times. “You make me feel like I’m the luckiest guy in the world because I’m the only one that gets to experience all of your mornings, and all of your nights, and… just… being with you, I guess. And I want to keep experiencing you for the rest of my life. I can’t promise you to love you forever, because I’m a regular human being who will eventually die… and that sucks, because life’s good when I’m with you. It’s perfect. So… what I can, promise you is to love you for the rest of my life, however long that may be. Because I honestly can’t picture it without you in it.” After a beat of silence, he adds, although a little more quietly, “do you think it’d be too much to say something about my cause of death probably being a heart attack because it just beats so fast when we're together that it might... I don't know, overwork itself?”

Your heart does a summersault in your chest, and you cover your mouth with your hand to stop a scream from escaping. Is he doing what you think he’s doing?

“Nah, I think that might be too cheesy, don’t you? How about I just…?” There’s more rustling of fabric which allows you know he’s moving again, and you figure it’s probably just best to let him know you’re there. So you take the last two missing steps to reach the door, and stand right in front of him just as he says, “Y/N, will you marry me?” His eyes bug out comically when he sees you, and he drops the ring in his hand onto the bed. It’s an odd sight, Tōru, looking as pale as a sheet of paper, on one knee on the bed right in front of a plushie. “Shit!” he yells, hand darting to retrieve the ring and stammering wildly. “You weren’t supposed to find out,” he blurts out, tossing the plushie to the side. Oikawa blinks once, twice, then adds, “I mean, you were supposed to find out… eventually. I thought— you said you wouldn’t be back until ten.”

“It’s ten thirty,” you whisper.

His gaze shoots to the clock on the bedside table, and he can see that it is, in fact, half past ten. So you’re actually late. And there he is, ruining the most important moment of his life.

“I just… I was just—”

“Proposing to my plushie?” you offer with a feeble smile.

Oikawa gulps, glancing at the plushie and grabbing it to place it face down against the mattress. He doesn’t want such an innocent thing watching the train wreck happening in the room. After a moment, he places the ring right underneath it to keep it safe.

“Yeah.”

“And was the plushie supposed to be me?”

“Yeah,” he repeats, then shakes his head and says, “maybe…” he stammers for a second, halting suddenly when he notices the tears pooling in your eyes, and worry suddenly twists his features. “Are those sad tears or happy tears?”

“Did you really mean everything you said to the plushie?”

His mouth feels dry and his chest feels a little bit tight, so he only manages to nod. However, when he takes another look at you, he finds a little strength in himself, the kind only you seem to give him. There you are, with your hair made a mess, and the bags under your eyes, and wrinkly clothes, and his heart swells with so much love that he does feel like you might actually kill him one of these days because surely it can’t be healthy for his heart to beat so fast.

“Every single word. Actually, words honestly can’t explain what I feel and I just—” he gestures wildly, rubbing his face when he, once again, can’t express himself to the degree he needs to. Tōru swings his feet over the edge of the bed and walks toward you to cradle your face with gentle hands. His thumb swipes across your cheek softly to collect the solitary tear that’s managed to escape your eye, and there’s so much tenderness and love in that single action that you find yourself a little breathless. “How many ways are there to say that I want to spend the rest of my life with you?”

You let out a watery chuckle, placing your hands on top of his and leaning into his touch. He smells fresh, and his skin is warm against you — familiar and comforting. He smells, and feels like home. He is home.

“For the record, I didn’t think it was cheesy at all. I loved it,” you murmur, closing your eyes for a second to relish in the feeling of sharing this moment with him. He leans down to press his forehead against yours and takes a deep breath, wanting to fill himself of you. “And I also want to spend the rest of my life w—”

Your interrupted by his hand suddenly covering your mouth, and your eyes snap open to shoot him a bewildered look.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he says, holding one finger up to make sure you understand. When you don’t move a hair, he nods firmly and withdraws his hand, holding both of them up to make sure you stay in place. “Let me do it right.” He spins around and throws himself onto the bed, carefully placing the plushie aside to retrieve the ring. He has to be careful; it’s your favorite plushie, after all. Oikawa takes a good look at the jewelry in his hand, which glints softly under the fluorescent lights. Giving another decisive nod, he turns around and walks over to you once again, dropping on one knee right before you. You laugh, earning a cheeky smile from him as he takes your hand in his, holding the beautiful ring in the other. “Y/N. Love of my life, light of my eyes. Do you accept to spend the rest of your life listening to my awful karaoke and watching trashy t.v. with me so we can grow old and wrinkly together and have a small army of children with a couple dogs and maybe even a cat?”

You throw your head back with a hearty laugh and nod your head repeatedly, not even caring about the tears flowing down your face. They’re happy tears, after all.

“I do,” you say, never having felt surer of anything in your entire life.

“Perfect,” he whispers, sliding the ring onto your finger and pressing a soft kiss on top of your hand. It looks right at home, like it was always meant to be there. “I was actually planning to make dinner to go with this,” he says, tapping the ring lightly, “but I… lost track of time. Your plushie is an excellent listener, you know?” He smiles as he stands up.

“Oh, I know,” you say with a chuckle, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your forehead against his chest. Oikawa smiles brightly, enthusiastically returning the embrace and placing a sweet kiss on the crown of your head. “How about we just order something?”

“M’kay,” he mumbles, nuzzling his face against you. “But I am making dinner tomorrow.”

“All right, fiancé,” you hum, and you think you actually feel him shudder against you.

“Oh my God, say it again,” he breathes out, pulling back to look at you as you repeat it.

“Fi-an-cé,” you say, enunciating every syllable clearly.

“You know what,” he says, and you let out a shriek when he picks you up and walks further into the bedroom with you over his shoulder. “I think dinner can wait a little longer.”

[scorpioriesling]

hello! can I request a part two of your sorority imagine with Liam, Ridoc, and Dain?

The Morning After

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Pairing(s): Modern!Liam x Dain x Ridoc x reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: After a wild night out, you're left to sort through the mess the morning to follow.

SR’s Note: Hey, I get it, I needed resolution too -- however, this made the most sense in my little head how this story should end. <3 I hope you love it!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans

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Life of The Party

You could only open your eyes to slits the following morning as sunlight streamed through the window. Groaning, you wiped at the crusty corners of your eyes and adjusted to sit, widening your eyes more in an effort to take in your surroundings.

Brow furrowing in confusion, you realized you were in your own room. Your dresser sat in the corner, your desk along the far wall -- and those magnolia curtains that did nothing to block out any outside light.

You looked beside you, the movement causing your head to swim. Groaning again, you took in the rumpled duvet and sheets in disarray. It looked as though someone slept there, however, it was empty now.

You reached for your phone on your nightstand, clearing your throat and realizing how desperately you needed water. Turning it on only made the pain in your head spike with the bright light, so you clicked it off and tossed it aside. Lying back down on your pillow, you reflected on the events of last night.

The kiss with Dain.

Ridoc giving you his shirt.

Ridoc then fingering you.

Liam putting his dick in your-

You rubbed your eyes, wishing to get all those images out of your head. You remembered it all so clearly, everything that went down -- up until, of course, you'd gotten back home somehow.

You layed for five more minutes before you decided was a great first step to try and shake off the hangover. However, when your feet hit the hardwood and you stumbled to the bathroom, the worst case scenario rang true.

Liam was just down the hall in the kitchen, and despite your wishes, he noticed you. He looked up from the toast he was eating, immediately setting down the plate and striding for you.

"Oh good! You're up," he said, and your stomach dropped. This was not how you wanted to start the day.

"Liam, I-"

"Last night," he said, drawing closer to you as he spoke. "Yeah... I wanted to talk to you about all that," he chuckled, his cheeks pinkening. You sighed, bracing your open palm against the bathroom door in an attempt to regain your balance.

"Uh huh," you agreed. He looked at you apologetically, his lips twitching.

"Look... you're one of my best friends, and so is Ridoc," he explained, and you nodded despite the growing migrane. He loosed a breath, running a hand through his short blonde locks.

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I don't think it's something we should make a 'thing'; honestly, I'm not over Jesinia, and I really really enjoy just being friends-"

You blew out a sigh of relief, one hand coming to brace his forearm.

"Pheww! Yes, thank God you said that," you laughed, and he chuckled softly. "Yeah, I think just being friends is for the best; can we just pretend nothing ever happened?" You looked to him pleadingly. He grinned, pulling you in for a tight hug. You breathed in his delicious sunny scent, reveling in the relief you felt.

"If you say nothing happened, it never happened." He assured before letting go. He made a face as you moved to open the bathroom door, recalling something.

"I think Ridoc will be happy about it, too."

Your face pinched. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Liam shrugged, feigning innocence.

"I dunno -- he should be home soon, ask him yourself."

You tried to put it out of your mind as you stepped into the shower, preferring to focus instead on the running water and hangover cure (or so you hoped). But, what Liam said stuck with you. Where was Ridoc, anyway? Had he stayed at Violet's last night? Had he stayed with someone else?

You shook the thought as you scrubbed shampoo into your hair, reminding yourself he could do whatever he pleased. He was single, after all.

But, a small part of you wilted at the thought of him with another woman.

A woman that wasn't you.

✧･ﾟ: *

It was the early afternoon when you'd gotten out of the shower, and you found the house rather quiet when you stepped out in only a towel. The hunt for a shirt was quick; one of Ridoc's old tees had ended up in your drawer, and you chose it over the others as you always did.

As you brushed your hair and padded around the flat, you instantly noticed the bouquet sitting in the middle of the table. Intrigued, you plucked the folded card from the center, and flipped it open to read.

Y/N, Last night was fun, and I'm so happy we met. But, you know how strict it is with my frat, and though I wish it could be different, I think it's best for us to be nothing more than friends. Can we make that work? Dain

Your stomach churned at the reminder. You really liked Dain, truly -- but with all the regulations his frat had on him, there was no way it would ever work. Besides, you'd come to realize but fail to admit that he may just be a placeholder. The one your heart truly yearned for obviously only saw you as a friend; Hell, he had a new girlfriend each week. What were you?

Sighing, you leaned in to smell the roses anyway. You smiled softly at the fresh scent, and for the first time all morning, you weren't thinking of your sinful evening prior -- you were thinking of what could come from it.

Ridoc, bringing you flowers.

Ridoc, taking you on dates at the park.

Ridoc, telling you how much he-

You forced yourself to stop. Ridoc was your friend, and he saw you the same way. Your heart drooped as you sank onto the plush cushions of the couch, grabbing the remote in favor of a movie to take your mind off things. However, you scrolled past your usuals, not finding anything particularly interesting.

✧･ﾟ: *

You were halfway through Mamma Mia when the front door opened. You hated how fast your head turned, and the way your heart stopped as he stepped through the entryway. He kicked his shoes off, sniffling once as he made his way to the living room.

His steps halted when he saw you, the brown bag clenched in his fist in surprise.

"Oh! Y/N, uh... h-hey," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. You paused the movie, sitting up straighter and pulling the blanket more securely around you.

"Ridoc... hi," you said awkwardly. He chewed the inside of his cheek before raising the bag, his eyes wide with glee.

"I brought you breakfast... er, lunch, now, I guess," he chuckled, stepping toward the couch. He plopped down beside you, setting the deliciously greasy-smelling food down on the coffee table before you. You reached for it, peering in to see your favorite; fries and chicken strips, with two ranch dips on the side. You beamed at him.

"My favorite!" You said, and he laughed. You began pulling the items from the bag, setting his cheeseburger and fries with ketchup in front of him and your food in front of you. "Thank you Ridoc, seriously I'm starved."

The two of you ate in silence, enjoying eachother's company while you tried not to confront every thought flooding your mind. You snuck another peek at him, taking in his disheveled hair, unshaven stubble, and usual but muted sage-y scent.

He was surely with a girl.

You remained quiet, munching on your fries when he cleared his throat to break the silence.

"You can keep watching your show," he said softly, reclining back and getting a bit more comfortable. You rolled your eyes playfully.

"You? Want me to put Mamma Mia back on?"

He chuckled. "You know I love ABBA."

You grinned, switching the movie back on as you too leaned against the back of the couch. He swallowed, reaching an arm to lie atop the cushions and around your shoulders. In the quiet that followed, you'd scooted closer to him, snuggling beneath the shared blanket.

"We haven't... you know... uh," he mumbled softly. You raised your head from his shoulder, dreading where this was going.

"We haven't...?"

"Talked. About last night." He said, and you chewed the inside of your cheek in anticipation.

"Oh."

"Yeah... um... look, Y/N, I-"

"You know what, actually, spare me, please," you said, sitting up straight to look your best friend in the eye. "I know what you're gonna say -- it was a mistake, it wasn't good, we should never do it again-"

"No no no no," he says, taking your waving hands in his as his eyes meet yours. "That's not what I was getting to at all, Y/N."

Your open mouth closed, and you relaxed your shoulders a bit.

"Oh... sorry. Continue, then."

He smiled softly, his gaze still holding yours.

"Y/N... last night was... different, for me." He admitted, looking down in thought. "I've never done something like that before that I... I don't know. It really changed things," he says, and your heart began to sink.

"It doesn't have to," you offer quickly, squeezing your fingers in his. "Ridoc we can still be friends, and go on like we have been -- Liam and I are cool, Dain and I are cool, we can be too?"

Ridoc's face falls slightly.

"What if I do want things to change?"

Your brow slowly furrows as you make guesses as to what he means.

"But... why?"

Ridoc squares his shoulders, his hands holding your clammy ones tighter.

"Y/N, I think last night showed me what I've been doing wrong this whole time -- I loved how I felt, but I didn't exactly like sharing you and I most certainly hated watching everytime my best friend or that Junior prick got their hands on you," he declared, and your heart began to beat faster.

"I know I'm not as... boyfriend-material, like Liam, and I don't," he sighs, gesturing to the roses on the table. "I don't bring you flowers, like Dain. But, I just can't keep trying to find you in every other woman I'm with because the truth is; you're right here. You've been here, this whole time, and I'm an idiot for not noticing it before."

Your cheeks heated at his words, and you let go of one of his hands to cup his jaw instead. You turned his downcast gaze back to you, smiling softly as you peered into your favorite pair of brown eyes.

"Ridoc, I don't need boyfriend-material, and I don't need flowers either." You inched closer, and his gaze fell to your lips. "I think I just need you."

A soft smile crept onto his mouth, and he reached to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers tilted our chin to look up at him.

"I wouldn't have gotten you roses, anyway," he whispered, drawing your lips closer to his. "I know daffodils are your favorite."

You practically moaned into the kiss when he finally pressed his lips to yours, the sparks egniting even more than they had the night before. He deepened the kiss, his lips sliding with yours as he tugged you onto his lap, his hands roaming and pulling you close as though this was the last time he'd ever get them on you. He was smiling when he pulled away, looking up and memorizing every inch of your face before he spoke again.

"Well... this has been one Hell of a morning after, huh?"

✧･ﾟ: *

[cumulo-ghoulll]

Frater Imperator HC

(he hates Perpetua's album)

Peacefield

"Alright, Aether, I'm going to listen to this hyped up shit!"

"Alrighty, what's this first one? Peacefield? Sounds dreadful already."

*choir starts* "wait, i recognise that voice. IS THAT SALEM JR? WHAT A LITTLE SNAKE! I GAVE HIM RAVIOLI ON HIS 10TH BIRTHDAY AND THIS IS HOW HE REPAYS ME? BY SINGING ON MY BROTHER'S SHITTY ALBUM?"

"It is his job, C. He is the clergy choir's best soprano."

"I DO NOT CARE AETHER! WHY HAS THE WHOLE JUNIOR CHOIR STABBED ME IN THE BACK??"

"It is literally their job. I don't know what to tell you, Papa . . ."

*first verse starts* "'its not over yet'? What a shame, my ears are bleeding already. 'this is what dreams are made of'? more like nightmares! amiright Aeth? Hehehe!

*chorus* "'a black moon over the peacefield'? Aether! He copied my song! This is a blatant forgery of Hunter's Moon! He just changed the type of moon! See, he can't even write an original song!"

"Papa, it's not theft just because he mentioned a moon? Primo sang, 'a moon shone bright above her trial' in Stand By Him, and Secondo sang, 'the moon is full and shines an evil, blinding light' so they could say you copied them!"

"Whose side are you on, Aether?"

"The guitar solo's good, I guess."

"And the keyboard solo."

"Basically, any part where that fucking V isn't singing is good."

"Ah, finally! The outro! Almost done, thank the dark lord!"

"Bit repetitive hey, Aeth?"

"Quite catchy though, Papa?"

"Whose side are you on, Aether? Seriously?"

Lachryma

"Hmmm, the intro is okay. I guess."

"'like a vampire should ' you know he's not a vampire, right? He's just some poser who thinks he's a Dracula! Unbelievable.

"Copia, do you not also remember your vampire phase during Prequelle?"

"Whose side are you on? I was a better vampire anyway."

"'i can never run and i cannot hide' i wish he would run and hide so i didn't have to see his face again. Hmmph."

"'im done crying' what a whiny loser! I can't stand this guy, how do the fans even like him? All he does is complain!"

"'over someone like you' ME? OH HE SO WROTE THIS ABOUT ME! AETHER CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS GUY?? GET OVER YOURSELF."

"I don't think he wrote about you in particular, C . . ."

"He definitely did, who else could it possibly about? It's not like he has any friends or anything."

"'im done!' Thank Satan, it's finally over! 2 down, 8 more to go. Lord give me strength."

Satanized

"' There's something inside me' hehe yea right! That loser's never had anything inside of him! The V in his name stands for virgin!"

"I don't think that's what he means, C"

"Who's side are you on, Aether."

"'I should have known not to give in' he should have known not to release this shitty album!

"'Im satanized!' I'm getting a headache, never mind getting satanized!"

"You have to admit, it's a pretty good song though!"

"It's alright. Obviously, if I sang it, it would sound heaps better but I guess it's fine."

"Wait a minute. IS THAT CORINTHIANS 6:19?? WHY WOULD HE PUT SUCH WORDS INTO A SONG ABOUT OUR DARK MASTER? WHO LET HIM RELEASE THIS SONG? IT HURTS! IT'S BURNING MY EARS!"

"I can't believe this guy! How have the siblings of sin been singing this song all week when it has such heinous lyrics!"

"'I have begged God for the remedy' there's no way this guy is a true Emeritus! Why is he singing about our Dark Lord's enemy?"

"You do realise he's not singing in first person, right? He's singing from the perspective of the monk in the music video? You did know that right?"

"Seriously, whose side are you on Aether?"

Guiding Lights

"Ah, so this is meant to be the one to make me cry, huh? Well, not a single tear shall fall my eye, Aether! Not a single one!"

"Oh yeah, of course, couldn't make me cry either!" *already wiping a tear from his eye*

"Who even likes sad songs away? I never wrote any, and that why people love me! I'm always happy, me!"

"Life Eternal? Darkness At The Heart Of My Love? Some could even argue the end of Respite On The Spitalfields is sad at the end. . ."

"What even are these lyrics? 'the road that leads to nowhere is long'? How creative!"

"The guitar solo is pretty good, I'll give him that. It's only because Dew's playing it. Even if V wrote it, i dont care."

De Profundis Borealis

"Damn this ones good, eh C?"

"It's okay, I guess. Would you stop tapping your foot? You're getting too into it, it's not that good!"

"You have to admit, it is quite catchy!"

"Seriously, Aether? Whose side are you on??"

"'And a glow within you dies' I wish the glow inside him would die so he'd step down and i could be frontman again."

"Is Mountain not exhausted? This sounds really repetitive for him? Someone needs to write my poor ghouls some better parts."

"Mount told me he had a whale of a time recording this one. The whole pack really like this one apparently!"

"Oh great! So they're all turning their back on me, huh?"

"It is quite fun to play."

"You've learned it already? Traitor!"

"Phantom gave me the tabs! I couldn't help but learn it!"

"Ugh, finally, we're at the end. Wait. IS THAT THE SENIOR CHOIR?? WHY HAS HE TAKEN BOTH THE JUNIOR AND SENIOR CHOIR FROM ME?? WHAT'S NEXT?? THE GHOUL CHOIR??"

"You do realise that the choirs are legally obligated to perform on an album if asked, they don't just sing at mass, C"

"WHAT THE HELL?!?!"

Cenotaph

"It's very jovial for a sad song, huh?"

"Just be quiet, Copia."

(*Copia and Aether sit and cry quietly to this, processing their own grief*)

Missilia Amori

"Ooh, this one will cheer you up, C!"

"I wasn't crying! I just had some dust, um hayfever. It's hayfever season isn't it? Some pollen just made my eyes itch, y'know?"

"'So you want out now, don't you, love?' Damn, so dramatic."

"Someone's obviously broken his heart . . ."

"Hehe what a loser, can't even hold down a relationship!"

"It's a good breakup song though, don't you think?"

"hmm I guess. Damn! I should have written a breakup song!"

"It's a bit late for that now, C"

"Don't remind me, Aeth!!"

"'excite me with your demise' ha yeah! That's what I'm saying! When can we get rid of this loser, eh?"

"'a man of faith is hard to find' well if he wants a good Satanist boyfriend he has the whole of the ministry to pick from . . ."

"C, i dont think thats what he meant. Also, he can't even get in the door."

"I may have locked him out on purpose. . ."

"'you showed me yours, I'll show you mine' what a pervert! Unbelievable, who even is this guy! He's only been on tour for less than a week and he's already too big for his stupid little boots!"

Marks Of The Evil One

"'Rides a steed, white' HES TALKING ABOUT MY HORSE, DEATH! I swear to Satan, if he's taken him on tour or for a stupid music video I'm going to go insane!"

"Death is still in his stable, I literally saw Cumulus sat with him this morning. Also, I think he's talking about the four horsemen, so the first one is Conquest, right?"

"'The fourth rider is Death, rides a steed, pale' well at least my horse got a mention.

"'the marks are spreading everywhere!' eww sounds like he's got a type of a disease. . . what a loser!

"I quite like this one actually, C!"

"Seriously, Aether! Whose side are you on??"

*singing along* "there! there! disciples of the evil one!"

"Okay! okay! It's not THAT good!"

"The guitar solos pretty good . . . again."

"V's pretty good at writing guitar solos, eh?"

"yeah well I could do better but, y'know, it's not bad for a beginner, I guess . . ."

"I like his voice in this one, it's a really catchy song, don't you think?"

"He sounds like a cat with the flu to me but sure . . ."

Umbra

"Ooh this one's gonna be good! I've heard people say it's the next Mummy Dust!"

"hmmm its okay . . . IS THAT A COWBELL?? IS COWBELL GHOUL BACK?"

"Yeah he came back from Scotland to play for the recording. Did you not see him around the other week?"

"Oh so not only is this fucking V taking my ghouls, my choir, my fans, my clothes, my songs, he's taking Terzo's ghoul too!! Next he'll want my rats! Unbelievable!!"

"'I put my love in you' ugh what a slut!"

"Shouldn't you be happy about that, Cardi? He is promoting lust to the masses?"

"Well yes but I hate it!"

"You can't hate something just because you're brother made it!"

"Yes I can! And I will!"

"Damn Cirrus and Dew going wild! At least the ghouls sound good! Can't say the same for fucking V!"

"There's so much cowbell!"

"I know! Isn't it awesome?!"

"Alright, alright, Aether. Just remember whose side you're on."

"this one's going on the gay sex playlist."

"What?"

"nothing."

Excelsis

"'it is the end' THANK THE LORD!

'"its the end of your sadness and pain' well it will be when this song's finally finished"

"'everybody leaves one day' Copia, just sit and listen to this one. I think you need to hear it."

*Copia silently cries through the rest of the song*

"'I am afraid of eternity, too.' You alright, C?"

"ahuh, hyeah. yup. just a little dust in my eye. damn hayfever again. *sniff*

"what do you rate the album out of 10?"

"3. It was shit."

"You cried twice!"

"Okay 6/10. And I didn't cry! I have allergies!"

"Sure."

"My albums were better though, right?"

"Sure, Copia."

[ijustwannabecool]

Red Flags & Race Suits

Carlos Sainz x Wife!Reader

Summary... Carlos is stressed. The car doesn’t feel right, the setup isn’t clicking, and qualifying is in less than an hour. So naturally, the only solution? His wife.

Warnings: Swearing in Spanish, mild fluff and teasing, implied spicy memories

A/N: A warm tiny blurb of Carlos and wife!reader. A little meltdown and a flashback to tie the story together. I hope you guys enjoy it. Happy reading and as always, requests are open. Have a beautiful day! Also, all of this is a story, I know Carlos is no longer with Ferrari, but let's imagine this happened in the 2024 season.

Like, comment, reblog if you enjoyed! (:

The paddock is buzzing.

Mechanics are darting around, engineers are talking over headsets, and Carlos is—spiraling.

Again.

“No lo sé, joder, I just—no se siente bien,” Carlos snaps, pulling at the collar of his fireproof top, eyes wild as he talks to his race engineer who looks like he aged three years in the last five minutes. (I don’t know, fuck, I Just—it doesn’t feel right.)

“It’s the same setup as yesterday, mate,” the engineer replies carefully, clearly not wanting to poke the bear.

Carlos gestures toward the garage, frustrated. “Then why does it feel like I’m driving a damn tractor?”

Fred Vasseur gives the signal. Go find her.

You’re two garages down, chatting with Charles’s girlfriend when someone from the Ferrari crew appears, breathless.

“He’s doing the thing again,” they whisper.

You blink. “What thing?”

“The… Carlos thing.” A vague hand wave. “You’ll see.”

You find him pacing behind the Ferrari garage, dark brows furrowed and hands planted on his hips. He’s half-suited, the top of his race suit pulled down to his waist, revealing the tight fireproof layer clinging to his chest. He looks like a Greek god mid-breakdown.

You walk up behind him, wrap your arms around his torso, and press your cheek to his spine.

“What’s going on, cariño?”

Carlos exhales hard, his muscles relaxing just slightly under your touch.

“S’just—car feels wrong. My head’s all over. Fred wants softs first run but I don’t like it, and I haven’t hit turn 3 right all weekend, and—ugh.” He huffs, tugging off his gloves.

You hum, rocking gently with him. “You remember last time you were like this? Singapore. 2023.”

“Don’t,” he groans.

You smirk, shifting to his side. “You freaked out about strategy and then won the bloody race. You drama queen.”

Carlos glares. “Was not being dramatic.”

You pinch his nipple through the fireproofs. “Crabby.”

“¡Ay, coño!” He yelps, swatting your hand and cracking a reluctant smile. “Stop doing that.”

“You love it,” you grin, and then add, softer, “You’ve driven worse setups and still nailed quali. And you’re better now.”

Carlos sighs, leaning his forehead to yours.

“You’re the only one I let talk to me like this.”

“Because I’m right.”

He groans again, this time playfully, and lets you tug him into a quick, quiet kiss. “You should’ve been a strategist.”

“I am your strategist,” you wink. “And my strategy is: go drive like the brilliant bastard you are. Then I’ll reward you.”

His eyes light up. “What kind of reward?”

You whisper something in his ear that makes him instantly flustered, cheeks coloring.

“…You’re dangerous,” he murmurs.

You shrug. “Go qualify. Then we’ll talk.”

He jogs back toward the garage, but not before squeezing your hand. When he’s suited back up, Fred sends you a thumbs-up.

Later, after he secures P2 with a last-minute flyer, he comes back to the motorhome grinning.

——

The motorhome is quiet now. The chaos of qualifying has passed. Carlos is sitting on the couch, still in his suit, hair damp with sweat, and a sheepish little smile pulling at his lips.

“You were right,” he says, voice low.

You’re seated across from him with your legs draped over his thighs, a smug grin on your face as you toss a grape into your mouth. “Of course I was. I always am.”

Carlos sighs, head dropping back against the wall dramatically. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

He peeks over at you, then leans forward to kiss the inside of your ankle. “Still owe me my reward, no?”

You stretch your legs, one brow raised. “I said if you did well.”

“I got P2!”

“You were aiming for pole.”

Carlos groans, dragging your legs closer until you’re forced to scoot toward him. He kisses your shin, your knee, your thigh—until you’re squirming and laughing, trying to shove him off.

“You’re impossible,” you giggle.

“I’m motivated. There’s a difference.” He grins into your skin, and when you arch a brow, he adds, “You married this.”

“Unfortunately,” you deadpan, tugging him in for a kiss he immediately melts into.

And maybe he doesn’t get his reward right there in the motorhome, but it’s a promise—and Carlos Sainz is nothing if not driven by a good incentive.

——

FLASHBACK SCENE: F2, Spa-Francorchamps, A Melt-Down in the Making

Back then, it was just you, him, and a dream that still felt slightly out of reach.

Carlos was pacing a gravel lot behind his team tent, helmet under one arm, cursing in rapid Spanish and looking every bit like he was going to punch a wall.

“I’m starting last. I didn’t even get a clean run. Engine cut out in the f—fucking last corner—what’s even the point?”

You were seventeen, in a hoodie and your boyfriend’s cap, eating a warm croissant like it was no big deal.

“Didn’t you start P18 in Hungary and still ended up on the podium?”

“That’s different,” he muttered. “That was rain. That was luck.”

You shrugged. “Maybe. But I’ve seen you drive in the dry and in the wet. And either way—baby, you’re a weapon.”

Carlos blinked at you. “Did you just call me a weapon?”

“Yes,” you said, and reached out to cup his cheek. “You’re fast. You’re smart. You’re stupidly hot-headed. But you’re mine. And I believe in you.”

He deflated instantly.

“Mierda,” he mumbled, pulling you into his chest. “Why are you always right?”

“Because one of us has to be.”

He kissed you behind the tent that day, before strapping into the car and clawing his way from the back to P4.

Afterward, when the cameras weren’t looking, he found you and whispered, “One day, I’m gonna win something big. And I want you right there, in the garage, making fun of me when I panic.”

You hadn’t said it out loud at the time, but you already knew:

You’d be in every garage for the rest of your life.

[xoxo-stellea]

𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖲𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ☘︎

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌// 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 (𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇), 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽?

It started so quietly, I almost didn’t notice. Just little things, like forgetting to answer a text or leaving a glass on the nightstand for a few days too long.

Things that didn’t feel like a big deal until suddenly… everything was a big deal. And then, nothing was.

I stopped getting out of bed. Not just for a day or two- but for what turned into weeks. At first, I told myself I was just tired.

That I just needed to rest for a bit and then I’d get back to things. But the “bit” stretched on and time started losing meaning.

Morning and night bled into each other and all I could do was lay there, still, under the blanket that stopped feeling comforting and started feeling like a cage.

Chris tried, at first. He asked if I was okay, if I needed anything. He sat at the edge of the bed some nights, brushing hair away from my face, trying to coax me out with soft words and warm hands. And I wanted to respond.

God, I wanted to. But everything inside me felt frozen. Like my brain had gone underwater and every thought, every word, was muffled and slow.

I couldn’t explain it to him. Not really. How do you tell someone you love that even their presence, their voice, their care-

It doesn’t cut through the fog? That it’s not about them, and yet it feels like you’re failing them anyway?

He kept the house running. Did the dishes. Made coffee I never drank. Left food on the dresser beside me that went untouched.

He didn’t push. And somehow that made it worse. Because I knew he was trying, and I was just… not there. Just a lump in the bed, barely breathing, pretending to sleep so I didn’t have to speak.

The worst part was I didn’t even cry. I wanted to. I thought if I could just cry, scream, feel something, it might break whatever this was.

But all I felt was a numb, aching hollowness that stretched from the pit of my stomach to the back of my skull.

Like something had been scooped out of me and all that was left was air and silence.

I started ignoring my phone completely. Notifications piled up. People asking if I was okay, if I was coming to something, if I’d disappeared for a reason.

I couldn’t even bring myself to open the messages. The guilt clung to me like sweat, but even that didn’t move me.

I stopped checking the time. I stopped looking in the mirror. I couldn’t remember when I last showered, or when I last ate a full meal.

My body felt like it didn’t belong to me anymore. I was just borrowing it for a while, dragging it through days I didn’t want to be awake for.

Sometimes Chris would lie down next to me, not saying anything, just breathing beside me.

His hand would find mine, even if I didn’t hold it back. And that’s the part that made something crack in my chest-

How gentle he was with my brokenness. How he didn’t try to fix me, just stayed. Present. Quiet. There.

Still, there were nights where I stared at the ceiling and wondered if I’d ever come back to myself. If this was going to be permanent.

If I was going to live like this forever- half-alive, invisible inside my own skin.

But then about three weeks after all of this started there was this one night. I was just laying in my bed staring at the ceiling while Chris was already sleeping.

After about an hour of just lying there, I started to wonder- what was I even waiting for?

Some kind of miracle? Something violent enough to shake me awake?

Like I needed the world to hit me so hard I’d start bleeding, just so I’d have a reason to stand up again?

I felt my body was tensing up as I brought up the strength to sit up. It felt like my body was super glued to the bed.

Like something was holding me back.

But I sat up and looked around the room, then at Chris and then around the room again.

His eyes fluttered open as he saw me sitting up. He sat up beside me looking at me but not saying anything.

I looked at the clock on my messy nightstand

2 a.m.

My gaze moves o to Chris‘ face before my lips part.

„C-can you help me take a shower?“

And right as the words left my mouth he nodded and got up and to my side. Picking me up bridal style and carrying me into the bathroom and sitting me down on the edge of the bathtub.

He turned on the light and got on his knees to take of my shorts and then moving up again, taking off my shirt.

He then moved first my legs and then the rest of my body into the tub before turing on the warm water.

Hugging my knees tightly I waited for the water to cover the under half of my body.

As the water reached my upper waist Chris took my strawberry flavored shampoo and applied some of it onto my hair before gently massaging it in.

„Let me take care of you“

He almost whispered into your ear.

All while sitting outside of the tub kneeling down as comfortable as possible.

As the shampoo sat in my hair for a few minutes he held onto my back and my chest and pushed me back a little so that the water covered my hair, washing out the shampoo.

He gently pulled me back up and looked at me for a few moments before draining the water a little so he could wash my body.

And he did, taking his time, moving slowly, treating me like I was something fragile, something worth protecting.

His hands were warm and steady, like he was afraid that if he held me any rougher, I might break right there in front of him.

Every touch was careful, every motion quiet, like he understood that I needed gentleness more than anything else.

And in that moment, I felt seen. Not just as someone to take care of, but as someone who mattered, who was worth being handled with care.

After washing the body wash off he picked me up again and sat me on the edge of the bathtub before getting a towel and drying me down and wrapping it around me.

He left the room for a second, coming back with a white shirt that originally belonged to him and some of your grey sweatpants.

He again dried me up and then helped me to put the clothes on before picking me up again and carrying me into the where he sat me down and started to brush through my hair.

We just sag there for a few minutes. Him behind me brushing my hair and me in front of him trying not to fall asleep right there.

After he detangled my hair he just tossed the brush aside on his nightstand and watched me lay down again.

After basically tugging me in he leaned onto his elbow and looked down at me opening his mouth.

„I‘m so proud of you.“

„But I didn’t even do anything“

I answered or rather asked.

„You asked for help. You got out of bed. You took at bath now. That’s more then you did the last three weeks and even just with my help that’s so unbelievably strong of you and I’m so proud of you“

I can’t help but wonder why he does the things he does. Why he put up with everything I did or not did?

But that’s something to worry about some other day cus for now I’m just tired.

And just a few minutes of talking later I fell asleep in an instant…

A/n// did I write this from experience? Yeah well kinda I feel like a schizophrenic bitch that just died lol cus that’s how I wished that all of my shit had gone but yeah I’m better now and to end all of this I want to tell you that your illness matters, you’re valid, your feelings are valid and okay. You are valid. It’s important to always remember that’s it okay to get help and that your never „not sick enough“ to get help so reach out so someone <3

[digitaldiseas3]

shockingly work has not been terrible today so far!!!

[barbatos-sama]

anthony trying to catch glenn up to speed with all manner of bullshit that's happened in illumine and he's ranting and raving and trying to frame himself as a victim and he mentions auggie "spending all his savings on frivolous bullshit" and when he finally meets auggie again she is A Woman Now and he's like "oh That was the frivolous bullshit"

[artemisiasmuse]

rafe cameron x sweet virgin!reader

she told you she celibate but she told me I can nail her shit

cw: mdni 18+, virgin!reader but has some other experience, lowkey a freak tho, toxic rafe, corruption kink : >, size kink, first times, rafe goes a lil crazy, sweetie pie reader x insane yandere bf rafe is lowkey my favorite trope

~ 6k words

a/n: happy valentine’s day my loves <3 i didn’t read this over and i’m so sorry if there’s hella mistakes i will fix it later! this may or not be self-insert yes even that part

the trouble all began with sarah cameron and her big mouth. well really both of you were to blame, but you’d think she would be quieter when her older brother was lurking around. you were older than her by a few years, closer to his age than hers, not that it mattered though, rafe treated you like you were practically wheezie’s age. you didn’t let it sting you any more you had long gotten over trying to be seen as a woman in rafe cameron’s eyes. or maybe you just stopped watching him, he’s always noticed you but you felt out reach, until now. when he overhears his sister’s words he almost breaks the glass of water he’s holding.

“a virgin at 19 looking like you do is insane” sarah looked you up and down as you tried on the dress you’d bought together at the mall. you got shy at her words, you knew she wasn’t judging you but instead genuinely in disbelief that men weren’t throwing themselves at you. you had long mastered the art of looking unapproachable and uninterested after too many bad experiences.

“stoppp is it so hard to believe, you know how bad it’s been for me?” he really hopes no one sees him leaning against the wall next to his sister’s door, he’d look like such a weirdo. wheezie would never let him live this down, she’d barely held back on letting his little crush slip before. if sarah ever found out he’d be in another hell.

“fuck you’re right, if they can’t make you come what’s the point?” rafe winced at his sister’s words, willing away the temptation to gag. he was trying to focus on the fact that no guy had made you come before instead.

“you’re awful, but i’m done with men for a long time. im gonna focus on college and not waste time on them.” he relished in the twisted feeling that no one could touch you, even if the losers before had a chance they clearly couldn’t cut it.

“righttt being in a dorm filled with horny guys is gonna make that easier.” sarah deadpanned and you shoved her, seeing her point. you hadn’t thought about it like that.

“okay leave me alone i’ve been successful so far”

“oh my god speak of the devil, john b’s calling me over, can you cover for me? i’ll be back in like two hours max, promise.” you were a little disappointed she was leaving you but you knew how difficult it was for her to see him without someone covering for her. you nodded and pulled out your phone.

“fine but i’m ordering pizza,” rafe didn’t know if he should be terrified or elated that you two would be home alone for two hours. why did it have to be today that the rest of his family fucked off? was this divine intervention?

“save me a slice!” rafe could hear his sister rustling around, getting ready to go, so he did the same.

“you’re gonna be too busy eating di-“ rafe promptly ran off at that. he’d heard enough, his imagination would run wild with this new information.

it was half an hour later when, like clockwork, rafe made sure to be near the front door for the pizza delivery. he paid and tipped the guy, while you were making your way down at the sound of the doorbell. he hurries back upstairs, nearly running into you on the stairs. your eyes trace his pretty features and then land on the box in his hands, shock and horror cascading your face. rafe can’t believe that you look so good even now, you’re wearing a crop top with seemingly no bra underneath and high waisted sweatpants. to him you look like a model.

“hey! that’s my pizza” rafe laughs and continues up the stairs, you turn on your heel and follow him up. you’re kinda hangry and your pizza being held hostage is not helping your mood.

“i just paid for it so i don’t think so.” you both reach the top of the stairs but rafe isn’t stopping, he’s going to his room instead. this won’t do, he’ll lock the door and slam it in your face, you quickly move to stand in front of him blocking the path to his doorway. rafe thinks it’s cute that you think that would stop him, he feels a bit stir crazy over how small you look gazing up at him

“i’ll pay you back!” your hands shoot up against the doorframe, blocking entry even further. he wants to tease you a bit more but the idea of sharing a pizza in his room is way more tempting.

“nah it’s fine just let me have some.” you release your blockade and let him move past you, still with his-your pizza in his hold, following him mindlessly. if you were less hungry you would’ve realized eating pizza with your longtime crush and best friend’s brother in his room sitting on his bed was in fact not a great idea. but that fleeting concern is out the window when he opens the box and you climb onto his bed like it’s second nature. rafe does his best to stay concentrated on the present, it’s difficult when your shirt rides up and a sliver of your stomach is displayed, it looks so soft and untouched and he really isn’t hungry for pizza, he never was.

“i was gonna offer anyways for the record.” you say it while picking up a slice and rafe mirrors your action, laughing at your tone.

“yeah sure you were princess,” you ignore the way his voice sounds, the way he says your name, the way his room smells like him and it’s making your head spin.

rafe watches you eat transfixed when you lick the tips of your fingers, he can’t believe that he’s struggling to control himself over pizza but your words are ringing in his head.

“rafe do you have any napkins?” you hold up your greasy fingers and he nods his head dazedly, getting up to grab some for you and taking the pizza box off his bed with him. you move to get off then, looking around his room, you knew he wouldn’t appreciate if you snooped through his things so you just look at the pictures on the wall, the books he has. rafe finds you standing near his desk when he comes back, wordlessly handing you the napkins.

“i always forget you have a motorcycle.” your head motions towards the helmet resting on the surface of his desk.

“i don’t use it as much now.” he leaned back against the footboard of his bed, arms crossed against his chest as he watched you look at his stuff. he couldn’t figure out why you were still in his room, were you that curious?

“can i ride it? i’ve always wanted to try.” yeah rafe might just pass out now. you don’t even know what you’re doing to him, head cocked to the side looking at him so innocently he can barely hold back much longer.

“sure but i gotta teach you the basics so you don’t crash.” rafe is proud of himself for even stringing a sentence together in response. you notice a slight flush to his cheeks and ears.

“okay that’s fair.” you turn towards him, mirroring his form and leaning back against his desk. there’s a few feet between you but rafe thinks it would be so easy to lift you onto the mahogany and kiss you until you can’t breathe. his shorts feel so restrictive and he’s grateful he’s wearing black. he can’t hold back any longer, he has to know.

"is it true?" the words come out rushed, unsure of if they should even be said in the first place. but rafe’s not a quitter and he doesn’t shy away from anything really, even if the past few hours feel like a dream he would have in middle school.

"is what true?" your head does that thing again like a puppy and he nearly keels over, you’re too adorable for your own good. his gaze flits away for a second, he has to commit. your trusting expression and your airy tone make it all the more hard.

"no guy's made you come before?" you blink in shock twice before covering your face with your hands. this must be the most embarrassing moment of your life.

"ugh you heard that?"

"yeah you guys aren't exactly quiet" you might have to kill sarah cameron in her sleep, if she even comes back that is. you don’t know why you answer him, you could have just ran away but the magnetic pull of rafe cameron coaxes you to answer.

"yeah it's true" you sound defeated and rafe has to hold back a snicker, he watches you peer through your fingers at him, watching his expression.

"well i can rectify that..you know for the sake of mankind and all" there’s a smirk on his lips as he says the words that will haunt you forever. you’re sure he’s just messing with you and you huff a breath of disbelief. did he know about your little crush? you’d been hiding it so well for the past few years!

"don't tease me, rafe" you step away from his desk, moving to leave his room. even if it was just the two of you in the house you’d much rather sit in sarah’s room or watch the tv than be ridiculed.

"i'm not, it'd be a shame if a pretty girl like you gave up on men, especially for me." it’s almost as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on your head when rafe cameron speaks. pretty girl the first time he’s called you anything that might suggest you’re not just his sister’s friend. the world spins on its axis and you try to grasp onto his words, try to understand that he might be genuine but you can’t. there’s still that voice of doubt telling you he’s just messing with you. rafe watches your expression go from shock to disappointment, you don’t believe him. he supposes it’s not that believable when he’s been purposefully avoiding you for a while. you must think he’s just messing with you, but he’s dead serious. he’ll just have to prove it.

“whatever rafe i don’t have time for your games.” you mumble it and leave his room, slamming the door a bit harder than you intended. the next few hours are torture. rafe cameron planted an insidious weed in your mind and it’s growing exponentially.

of course it’s not the first time you’ve imagined it, you’d often thought about what his long thick fingers would feel like. or how his biceps would feel under your hands if you held onto them for support. you’d fantasized about every part of him, even the tip of his nose. so the idea that it might just be within your reach had you spiraling. you took a cold shower, not that it helped, your underwear was still soaked after. no guy you’d been with had made you so wet, let alone before even touching you. it was as if the universe was testing you. a sick thrum in your body had found its way into your bones, vibrating with need and you paced in your best friend’s room thinking over all the consequences.

when you’d reached the conclusion that even if he was sincere it was still a bad idea, your phone pinged. a text from sarah that read: “i’m gonna be staying the night here, if you’re already asleep i’ll see you in the morning 🤍” with all your internal turmoil you hadn’t realized it was past the two hours she’d said. she would be out all night. you and rafe were home alone, all night. you swallowed down the lump in your throat, your heart pounding your chest. your feet were moving faster than your head, the pitter patter of your footsteps almost as fast as your heartbeat, and before you knew it you were in front of his door. you hesitated for a second breathing in deep once before knocking, the light was still on so you knew he was awake.

“yeah?” rafe did his best to hide the satisfaction he felt seeing you twitchy and shy in front of his door. you swallowed down again, looking up at him with as much confidence as you could. there was a few seconds of silence, he gave you the time you needed, looking down at you with bright inviting eyes.

“is your offer still on the table?” his face split into a grin, moving aside to let you in like you’d done before and with no hesitation you pushed past him. even the small graze of your shoulder against him set his skin ablaze. he was going to lose his mind.

“‘doesn’t really have an expiration date.” your mind was blanking at his every advance, you tried not to think about his words, you couldn’t afford to fall deeper for him.

“just don’t like tell anyone about this?” you murmured, watching him close the door behind you two and getting a bit nervous. if sarah found out you’d be in for hell. losing your virginity to your best friend’s brother wasn’t exactly a great conversation to have.

“i’m not topper don’t worry.” you believed him, rafe despite his other faults, was always respectful.

“can i kiss you?” you nodded fervently, rafe held back a laugh at your enthusiasm. he walked up to you slowly as if giving you the chance to run and slid his hands from his hips to the curve of your waist. you stood on your tiptoes, your arms going around his neck and rafe couldn’t believe this was real. maybe if he pretended it was a dream he wouldn’t be so nervous. he’d have to do just that. one of his hands cupped your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone and your eyelashes fluttered closed at the touch. he pressed a tentative kiss to your lips.

his lips felt soft and you breathed out in relief after, as if some sort of spell was lifted. rafe kissed you again, this time letting himself breathe you in. you felt so small and delicate in his hold, he wanted to take his time with you. you had other ideas. kissing rafe cameron felt even better than you’d imagined, when he pulled back you surged forward this time, biting his lower lip making him groan into your mouth. another chill of desire wracked your body at the sound and you tested the waters by licking the seem of his lips. rafe pulled you even closer and bent down to kiss you deeper. his mouth opened and his tongue met yours. you tasted so good to him he couldn’t stop himself from sucking on your tongue slightly, making you whine in his hold. the sound flipped a switch in his mind, he wanted more of the sound, he needed to hear you say his name in that airy desperate sound again. a string of saliva connected your lips and snapped off in the middle, your breathing was heavy and his was too. you caught your breath all the while looking up at him, he held your gaze. the furrow of your brows grew deeper the longer you looked.

“we don’t have to do anything else.” him asking for consent again drew in another crushing wave of arousal, you were a lost cause. okay maybe your standards were in hell. even his cologne was better than any other guy, something woodsy and heavy, mature, not like the shitty ones you’d had to smell before.

“no-no i want to,” he’d have to ask you later why you looked so mad after kissing him, right now he had too much else to do. you could only watch as he lifted you by the grip on your waist, your legs going around his hips in fear of falling. he’d done it so casually you couldn’t process it in time. rafe set you down gently on his mattress, his weight pressed into you and your legs tightened around him. he kissed you again, already missing the taste of your lips, and leaned back. you realized what he was about to do as he sat back on his knees.

“no i-can you just come up here?” you felt far too shy for him to eat you out and although rafe respected your wishes he was a bit disappointed. he’d just have to make sure there was a next time. there were other ways to taste you anyways. he followed your lead, leaning back over you and kissing you again, tongue and teeth clashing together in need. one of his hands moved from your waist up and under the hem of your shirt, traveling up slowly until he reached the fat of your breast. the feeling of his fingers on your nipple jolted your body. usually you didn’t get anything out of a guy touching your boobs but him you were arching into his touch, huffing into his mouth. rafe loved how sensitive you were, reacting to every touch of his. he massaged the tit in his hand, reveling in how you squirmed underneath him. if you kept moving you’d feel how painfully hard he was in his shorts.

after giving up on kissing you he peeled off your crop top, trailing kisses down your neck. he bit at the skin and sucked, surely littering your neck with hickies. you smelled so sweet to him and he couldn’t get enough, biting hard in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you squeaked at the feeling, shocked at how pleasure blurred the lines of the pain you should be feeling. being marked by rafe was transcendental.

“look at you, so fucking pretty.” you met his gaze, his eyes raking down your chest and back to your face. the compliment made your head even cloudier, you’d let him do anything he wanted already, and it didn’t even scare you. his mouth trailed lower, biting at the tops of your breasts before latching onto your nipple and sucking, biting and laving over the sensitive nub with his tongue. you writhed under him, desperate for some friction between your legs. you huffed out a breath in frustration. he took his time bruising your chest with his marks. everyone should know who you belonged to. he leaned back to admire his work, his eyes finally meeting yours and seeing your waterline filled with unshed tears. god he was being so cruel, you just wanted to come and here he was doing as he pleased.

“rafe can i have your fingers please?” he was about to take pity on you anyway but the desperate sound of you begging was too delicious to give up. he looped his fingers through yours, hands intertwined against the silk sheets next to your shoulder.

“fuuckkk when you ask like that how can i say no?” his eyes nearly rolled back in his head from your voice, he might just come from it alone. “how d’ya want them?” he knew, of course he knew, he just wanted to hear you say it. your lips were swollen from his kisses and you still managed to look so innocent under him, he wanted to mark every inch of your body so no one could touch you again.

“you know!” you huffed out, a pout on your lips that he kissed away, you still looked at him with frustration. your underwear was practically sticking to you now, you felt so warm and uncomfortable between your legs, desperate for friction. you’d never felt like this before, completely wrecked with need, unable to think about anything besides addressing your desire.

“spell it out for me, i can’t think clearly right now.” he kissed under your ear coaxing you into submission, a purr curled through you at the feeling. his lips were featherlight against you, soft and adoring and you couldn’t remember why you were holding back.

“‘wan you to fuck me with them.” it was a small mumble, slipping past your lips but rafe caught it nevertheless. his free hand hooked into your pants and pulled them down, you kicked them off and let him settle back between your legs. at least being out of your pants gave your legs some reprieve but the cool air only illuminated how drenched your underwear was. rafe’s large hand skimmed past your breasts to your stomach and rested against your waistband. he looked to you for admission and you nodded your head. instead of dipping underneath the band he trailed downwards, over the flimsy material. the ghost of his touch near your clit had you jerking under him, your hands flying to his shoulders. two large fingers pressed against the fabric, right above your opening, his fingers felt moist and he clicked his tongue at the feeling.

“baby you soaked through your panties, whose got you so worked up?” you whined, a pretty throaty sound that you’d been holding in and he vowed to pull more from you. his fingers were skimming along your opening, teasing the fabric and not quite touching you. your legs wanted to close on his hand but your hips moved closer, trying to make him touch you.

“you!” you screamed out, eyes squeezed shut as he removed his hand completely. you’d start leaking through them if he didn’t do something soon.

“that’s right me, not those fucking losers, just me.” his free hand, closed around your chin making you open your eyes and meet his. he looked crazed, pupils blown and overshadowing the blue with hooded eyes and a satisfied grin curling his lips. when you met his gaze he finally dipped his fingers beneath the band and pressed his thumb against your clit. he found it with such ease your eyes rolled back into your skull, gasping at the feeling of finally being touched. “i got you baby,” your legs spread wider for him, pulling him into you as his fingers slid through your drooling folds all the while his thumb ground against you. his fingers were so much larger than yours you could feel him everywhere. he prodded your hole with his index finger, grunting at how tight you were. streams of arousal kept pouring out of you, you needed him to do something. you squirmed under him again and rafe acquiesced, shoving his finger in. you were so tight and warm around him, slippery and soft walls hugged him as he stretched you out with one finger alone. “f-fucking tight,” he was gonna start soiling his shorts from the way you felt around his finger alone. he fucked you slow and deep, feeling along your insides for your sensitivity. he knew as soon as he found it because you screamed his name, hands clutching his arms tightly.

“feels weird,” he let you get used to the feeling, his thumb grinding against your clit. you were already feeling close and he’d barely started.

“poor pussy probably never felt this good huh?” you whimpered at his words, he was being so filthy and usually it turned you off. nothing about rafe could do that at this point. you shook your head, affirming his suspicions and his middle finger circled your opening. he was gentler this time, moving his fingers in inch by inch until you stopped clamping down. the pressure of him stretching you wasn’t unbearable but you didn’t know how you’d ever take more than his fingers at this rate. he accurately hammered against that spot, out for blood, while his thumb circled your clit. you were dripping onto his hand, coating him with your juices and the squelch of his fingers fucking into you filled the room. the sounds were so obscene you tried blocking them out with your pathetic little whines but rafe was determined to hear your soppy cunt crying for him. it wasn’t long before you felt the encroaching of your release and he knew it he could feel it in the way you clenched around him and whined when his fingers pulled out completely. one more carress of the sensitive gummy spot inside you had you seeing white. your vision blurred as you shook in your release, holding his wrist so he’d stop his motions, shivers wracked your body as you came the hardest you ever had. your walls fluttered around him, more of your release dripping down your cunt and soaking the sheets below. he was sick enough to leave them like that for the night, you smelled so sweet and he bet you tasted even better.

his fingers dipped out of your underwear and your eyes opened to watch him, probably a mistake on your part because just the vision of rafe cameron licking his fingers clean and groaning at the taste made you ready to go again. his eyes rolled back in his head at the taste, his eyes ground shut at the sugary flavor coating his tongue and teeth. he really hoped you’d let him have more later because now that he’d had a taste he wanted the full meal. you shivered at the way he reacted, your whole body on high alert from your orgasm, but even as sensitive as you were you couldn’t help but be greedy.

“rafe, can we go further?” his heart might just give out, you look nervous even now after he’s already addicted. he moves back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your eyes are drawn to his chest.

“thought you’d never ask.” you’re not even trying to hide how you ogle him, seeing him at the beach is one thing but in front of you, when you can touch him is another. rafe watches you reach a hand out, slightly out of range and moves closer to you, letting you touch him. your smalls hands traverse the expanse of his shoulders, his pecs, and trace the outline of his abs. when they reach the tuft of hair above his waistband, rafe has to stop you. the tiny fleeting touches make him twitch in his pants. he moves your hand to rest against his shoulder, pulling your underwear all the way off and looking down at how he completely drowns your body out.

“fuckkk can’t believe im the lucky one who gets to break this little pussy in,” he kisses along your neck, hands squeezing your waist and marveling at how diminutive you feel. he can’t wait to be inside you, he wonders if you’ll even be able to take him.

“s-so dirty” his words are heating up your entire body and you’d feel embarrassed if you weren’t arching into him. rafe moves to pull down his shorts, waiting a beat before he does.

“you sure you want this?” while taking your virginity was something he could only dream about before he needed to be sure.

“yes i want it to be you, i trust you.” you say it as normally as you can.

“we can stop whenever you want, like i said ‘offer’s not gonna expire.” you hope you can take it up even after this, maybe not even once or twice. if he could make you feel like this why would you need anyone else? then he pulls his shorts off and you start to regret your decision.

“oh-is th-that gonna fit?” his cock sprung out and slapped against his stomach, long and thick and way too big for you. you could barely take his fingers this would never fit. it looked so angry white precum dribbling down stark against the flushed pink curling along the veins and curving with him to the right. you wouldn’t survive this.

“you’ll do your best right?” you nod enthusiastically, you wanted to take as much as you could. “good girl.” oh, you’d have to explore that later. you nearly moaned at him calling you that. rafe caught it though, he knew your reactions well by now. he lined it up over your stomach, seeing how far it would go and your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. your belly button was completely covered, not that it mattered he was halfway up your torso. rafe’s grip on your waist tightened, he’d ruin you for anyone else, stretch you out and mold you just for him. no one would feel as good as him and he nearly drooled at the sight.

despite how feral he felt, he made sure you were still wet enough for him to slip in, you were. his tip pressed against you, he let you drool onto him, juices swirling with his and making a sick plap plap plap sound as he tapped against you. he’s far wider than his fingers and you tried to relax. you motioned for him to come closer, his lips out of reach and you kissed him sweetly. when he could feel you relax he pushed in, instantly being shoved out. so tight he couldn’t even get the tip in. “fuuckkkk gonna have to marry you.” you don’t even process his words and he doesn’t really know he’s saying them out loud either. he tries again, pulling you slightly onto his length and you gasp at the stretch. you’re gripping him like a vice and it’s nearly uncomfortable but being inside you breaks something inside of him and he’s drooling into your mouth. you don’t even care you want more. “doin well angel-hah-taking me so well.”

the pain is an afterthought now, you want him to stretch you and fill you until you can’t breathe. you don’t know if you’ve wanted anything more in your life. so you do the unthinkable, you try moving down his length. rafe can’t be held responsible for his actions after that.

he gives into your silent plea, skewering you on his cock and pushing past your gooey rings of resistance until he’s halfway in. you held your breath the entire time as he curved into you, tip smearing precum along your walls as he molded you to him, his veins catching on your entrance and making you jolt at the feeling. you push at his chest, the pain making you scream his name as he lets you adjust. there’s tears trailing down your cheek that he licks away. he kisses you until the ache between your legs becomes distant, it’s salty and sloppy but it distracts you enough. rafe makes the mistake of looking down, sees the way you’re gaping for him and how it looks like he’s splitting you in half and he bottoms out. the snap of his hips against yours makes you moan, he’s filled you up now and you can feel him in your throat. you swear you feel him get bigger when you whine his name pathetically, his dick twitching inside you.

it’s too much and you try running from it, shoving up the length of the bed but rafe just pulls you back down. “t-too big hng can’t-“

“come on i thought you were-fuck-a big girl,” he groans into your ear, you shove against him once more and he slips out a few inches, just enough for you to relax. you can still feel him nestled against your cervix, he’s leaking into you and your thighs are coated in both of your arousal. you tap his shoulder for him to move again, pulling out until his tip is the only thing inside and then spearing all the way back in. the feeling makes you cross-eyed, his throbbing tip bumps along your sensitive spot until it nestles against you, as far high up as it can and you think you might be coming on every thrust because you’re so obscenely wet more slick just pours out of you every time. rafe knows it’s because there’s no space for anything but his cock and he can’t help but grin, watching your pussy engulf his length despite how small you are under him. every thrust sends your whole body upwards but his grip on you keeps you close, he’s almost fucking you back onto him.

“feels good hah,” you finally murmur into his neck, wrapping your legs around his hips so he can drill into you better. his thrusts are deep and slow, letting you get used to the feeling but you don’t think you like it like this. if he’s going to ruin you he might as well do it properly. “h-harder.” rafe moans your name at your request, his voice sounds so wrecked you clench down at the sound alone.

“turned this pussy into a slut, ‘couldn’t even take-hah-two fingers now look at you.” really he’s proud of you, proud that he made you like this. although he wants to tease you he can’t hold back much longer either and it’s your first time so he’s gonna be nice to you. rafe pulls out and slams back into you setting a faster rougher pace, your skin is slapping against each other and you think he might bruise your hips. your head is shoved up the length of his bed until it threatens to bump against the headboard, he puts his hand between you and the wood, his other hand holding onto the frame for support. your legs are being bent and pressed to the sides and the new angle makes him hit that spot with blaring accuracy. a sick ring of white forms at the base of his dick and his balls are slippery from your arousal. you still have a vice grip around him, something he won’t get used to but is definitely get addicted to. the room smells filthy and the sounds of you chanting his name combined with the squelch of your cunt is pornographic.

“gonna be a good girl and come around my cock?” your walls flutter at his words, like his permission has you ready to come. you come undone with one more thrust, your cunt is milking him as if coaxing him to come. “fuck fuck fuckkkk.” he pulls out just in time to come onto your stomach, shooting thick gooey ropes onto your soft skin. the white contrasts the blue and purple that is starting to bloom around your neck and tits.

you blearily watch it happen, disappointed he didn’t come inside, but warm and fuzzy from your release. there’s one thought nagging you though as you rest comfortably on his sticky soaked sheets. “it wasn’t a one time offer right?”

“no fucking way, i’m never letting you go.” rafe looks at you like you’re crazy, he’s ready to propose. there’s no way in hell he’s making this a one night stand. after all he’s broken you in, now it’s the fun part.

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# PUSSY TALK !! (vi x reader)

$YNOPSIS. you’ve been feelin’ a little insecure about yourself lately. good thing you have a girlfriend who’s head over heels for you, no matter what! // wc. 2.4k

warnings. insecure!reader, talk of body image + weight, face sitting, spanking (ass + clit), praise, dirty talk, stripping, oral sex, size kink (?), teasing, fingering, begging, squirting, overstimulation, mirrors, awkward aftercare, spooning, pet names

NSFW below the cut. minors, stay away. enjoy your read!

Dresses aren’t your favourite piece of clothing. They never have been and they never will be, and even as you stare at yourself in the floor length mirror of your bedroom, you absolutely hate how this dress looks on you.

When you asked for something flared that would hide your curves, you didn’t expect your tailor to make you look like an overstuffed cream puff. The flared sleeves hang off of your arms like misplaced scraps of fabric, and the material pools at your feet, surrounding you in an unceremonious circle. You look frumpy, you feel frumpy, and nothing in the world could have convinced you that this is the dress you were going to wear to the annual Councillor’s Gala.

“What the fuck…” You turn around to inspect the back, and it’s even worse than you thought. It seems as if the tailor has attempted a daring backless design, but to you, it just looks like a gaping hole, the fabric tight and loose in all the wrong places before messily accumulating just above the apple of your ass. It looks horrible, and if you weren’t insecure enough, this dress makes you feel like a laughing stock. 

And that’s when the dreaded words come out of your mouth. “I seriously need to lose weight.”

Someone doesn’t like that, because out of nowhere, you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and a sharp chin on your shoulder. “And why’s that? I think it looks perfect.” 

Vi loves seeing you in dresses. She thinks they make you look so graceful, no matter what shape you choose. It solidifies the fact that you are her perfect princess, and she will never understand why you hate them when they make you look so pretty. 

She also doesn’t understand this whole weight thing you have going on. If anything, one of the things that first had her on her knees for you was your body, and like now, she always feels a need to be touching it, whether it be stroking your thighs or kissing your collarbone or, like now, wrapping her arms around your perfect waist and pulling you into her chest. 

“‘M not perfect though, Vi,” you grumble, hands running along the sides of your chest and resting over where her hands cradle your tummy. “I look like a creampuff.” 

“Creampuffs are sweet. I like creampuffs,” she says, her eyes making contact with yours in the mirror as she noses your neck. “I like you.”

You roll your eyes and whine. “I know you like me, Vi. But that’s not gonna change the fact that I hate this dress.” 

“Take it off then.” She says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world, like you’re not going to be stuck in it for three whole hours, playing the part of a member of high society whilst trying your hardest to ignore the obvious stares at the atrocity which is your outfit. You want to tell Vi that it seriously isn’t as easy as that, but you’re distracted by her hands slipping into the open back of your dress. 

“I can help you,” she whispers in your ear, and you can feel the cold metal of her nose piercing against your heated skin. “Take it off, I mean. Relax.” 

“Vi…”

“Can we try something?” She begins to kiss your neck slowly, and you whimper when you feel the rough scar on her lip brush against your heated flesh. “I know you’ve been feeling some way about your body lately, and to be honest, I have no idea why because your body is already so fucking perfect…” Her hands slide up the insides of your dress, and you lift your shoulders automatically as she slips those god awful sleeves off of your shoulders. “There’s something I want you to do for me.”

After all this time, she hasn’t broken eye contact once, and you notice her eyes go dark when she shoves the front of your dress down, only to find your perky nipples staring right back at her. “What is it?” 

“Sit on my face,” she states simply, hands coming round to rub at your tits. “I want all of it, baby. Your whole body. I want you to fuckin’ suffocate me.”

You probably will. You stare at your girlfriend in the mirror incredulously, because there’s no way in the universe that you’re going to sit on her face. Not in a million years, and certainly not today. “No.”

“Give me one good reason why not.” She has a point, because it’s getting increasingly hard to refute her when her hands are making their way underneath the front material of your dress, letting it drop to the floor and revealing your regulation panties. “Go on, give me one good reason why you shouldn’t sit on my face.” Before you can open your mouth to protest, Vi smiles and bites your shoulder. “And your weight is not a valid answer.” 

You raise your eyebrows. “Violet.”

“Yes, baby?” She acts like nothing is wrong, like asking you to crush her skull in between your legs a couple hours before the most important event of the year is a completely normal request. And she continues to act this way, even when she slips her hand into your panties, fingers eagerly in search of your clit. “So what I’m hearing is you don’t want to sit on my face, and you don’t want me to make you feel so good that you forget all about this stupid dress and that stupid gala?” 

Your back arches into her chest when she starts rubbing your clit in small circles, lips widening into a smile as she watches you unravel against her. “That’s not what I said.” 

“So why are you acting like you don’t want it?” She’s taunting you now, fingers halting all movement on your clit and sliding down lower, tips starting to tease your quivering hole. “Because I know you want it, baby. She’s telling me you want it.” 

You hate how Vi can read you like a book. You do want this, but you’re worried, and she makes sure to eliminate of all of that worry by slipping her fingers into your cunt, mouth dropping open in wonder when you begin to crumple against her.

“Vi, please.” 

“No.” Stubborn. “You’re not cumming unless you’re where you're supposed to be, princess. My game, my rules, and no amount of that pretty begging is gonna change that.” 

You bite your lip as you feel her palm grind against your clit, fingers speeding up and continually assaulting your sweet spot. It’s so hard not to beg her to let you cum, especially with the way she’s holding eye contact with you so intensely. 

“Say the words, and that orgasm’s yours,” she mumbles, smile ever present as her fingers alternate speeds. “Come on baby, I know you can.”

You can, you will, and you do. Your pleas to cum are replaced with nonsensical begging and whimpering, your hands futilely clawing at her biceps as you try to rip her fingers away from your weeping hole. “I’ll do it, I’ll do it, just let me cum, Vi, please-”

All of a sudden, the pressure building up inside of you dissipates, and you notice Vi licking her fingers clean as she backs towards the bed. “That’s what I like to hear,” she laughs, sitting down on the bed in a way that has you weak in the knees. “Come take a seat, princess.” 

Embarrassingly enough, that’s all it takes to have you stepping out of the pool of fabric on the floor and crawling onto the bed towards her, legs planted on either side of her hips as you bend over and catch her lips in a heated kiss. It’s loud and it’s messy, her hands sliding up your thighs and onto your covered ass as you grind down onto her knee, tongue intertwining with hers in a clash of passion and need. 

“Good fucking girl,” she groans, squeezing the flesh of your ass before slapping it hard, drawing a quiet gasp from your lips. “Come on, baby, c’mere, come sit.” 

Your hands splay the surface of her chest as you push her back onto the bed lightly, chest heaving gently with every heated breath you take. Vi looks up at you like you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, because to her, you are, and she wouldn’t want to be underneath anyone else. 

“There she is,” she whispers as you situate yourself comfortably on her chest. “My pretty girl, huh?” 

“I’m nervous,” you mumble, hips beginning to move slowly as you plant your hands on either side of her head. “I… don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Trust me, you won’t.” She captures your hips in her strong hands and pulls you further up her body, letting you hover just above her collarbone. “I’ve lifted this perfect body with my own two hands before. What makes you think a little face sitting will hurt me?” 

In a way, she’s right. Vi is strong, more so than most people. If it got too much, she would be able to move you effortlessly, and-

You’re pulled out of your train of thought by the feeling of Vi’s nose nestling in between your legs, rubbing up against your pulsing clit under your panties. “Vi…”

“You’re thinkin’ too much, baby,” she groans, voice muffled in between your thighs. “Just do it.” This time, she doesn’t leave you any time to think, because she’s now mouthing at your cunt through your panties, strong arms wrapping around your thighs and pulling you ever closer. You gasp in surprise, one hand coming up to grip onto the headboard as you fight not to lose balance. 

Another thing about Vi: she’s impatient. And when you hesitate to begin moving your hips, she does it for you, fingers pulling the seat of your underwear to one side and arms pushing you down hard. 

“She’s so wet, baby, I don’t know how you can say you don’t want this.” Her tongue darts out to lick your throbbing clit and you whine, hips stuttering as you stare hazily at the mess of pink hair in between your legs. Vi is staring up at you with lust swirling in her eyes, and you can feel her smile on your cunt as her tongue slides downwards to your entrance. “I mean, she is practically begging me to eat her out. Is that what you want?”

Before you can answer her, you’re caught off guard by her hand slapping at your clit playfully, sending pleasured shockwaves throughout your system. “ ‘M not talking to you anymore, silly,” she laughs, thumbs rubbing at the area she just assaulted. “I’m talking to her, since my girl doesn’t seem to know what she wants anymore.”

“Stop it,” you grumble, but Vi pays no notice, resuming her languid licks on your pussy. Your protests are quickly turned into prolonged whines and whimpers of her name, the pressure once taken from you beginning to build in your core with each shallow thrust of her tongue into your hole. 

“Not until she’s satisfied, angel.” And she means it, because the grip she has on your thighs is nothing next to lethal, and you feel yourself begin to shake as the pressure builds more and more. “And she’s getting close, don’t you think?”

She is. Your head begins to swim and you tangle your fingers in Vi’s hair in an attempt to stabilise yourself but it proves futile, mouth dropping open as you beg her to let you finish. “Vi, please, please, I’m sorry, I-”

“Nothin’ to apologise for, angel, you’re doing a great job.” You have no idea how she still manages to speak when she’s being all but crushed in the trap that is your quivering thighs, but her voice drives you ever closer, your hips grinding down onto her happily awaiting tongue as you chase your orgasm desperately. You want it- no, you need it, and when she begins to massage your ass sensually, you think you might just squirt.

“Vi...”

“Yeah, baby? Is she telling you something?” She loves playing this game, delaying your orgasm as long as possible whilst making it impossible to hold yourself back. It feels like her hands are everywhere because suddenly her thumb is massaging your clit, and you’re begging her like there’s no tomorrow.

She seems satisfied by your begging, because she takes one arm off of your thigh to use her fingers to fuck your needy cunt. “Cum for me baby, c,mon. Give it to me.”

And give it to her, do you, and in gracious abundance at that. Your juices drench her face unceremoniously as you twitch above her, spine shaking as you hold on to her hair for dear life. You’re all but riding her tongue, and she’s moaning profusely into your cunt, the vibrations only heightening your sensitivity. And try as you might, you can’t pull her away, her mouth a suction as she pushes you unforgivingly into overstimulation.

When you’re all but ready to surrender your stability to her relentless assault in between your legs, you feel a strong pair of hands lifting you off of her mouth gently, and light kisses being littered all over the expanse of your thighs. Vi’s mouth travels along your skin lazily, her powdery blue eyes looking up at your shaky form with nothing but love etched into her irises. You barely begin to register the sweet praises she gives you, instead basking in the afterglow of your intense climax mixed with the feeling of her hands stroking your back.

Moments later and you’re laying down on the bed next to her, curled in a foetal position as you fight the army of sleep threatening to overthrow you. “Are you tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Why don’t you… skip the gala? Stay here with me, I’ll cook, and…”

You think the difference between the Vi laying next to you now and the Vi who made you climax to the brink of passing out is a cute one. She’s never been too good with aftercare, instead trying to make awkward conversation in an attempt to divert from the fact that she just rocked your world in more ways than one. “We can stay home. I’ll tell the organisers I wasn’t feeling too well.” That, and the fact that god awful dress made you want to bust a nerve.

Vi smiles at you gently, and you wish you could stay like this with her forever. “Sounds good. I’m looking forward to it.”

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summary: a situation between pogues and kooks at the beach made Rafe rethink his priorities

word count: 1.8k.

warnings: season 4 spoilers, established relationship, mention of the dead turtle, that hoe Ruthie, protective Rafe

a/n: i'm obsessed with season 4, y'all. absolutely in love with everything that's going on and especially with Rafe being in a better place with a girl that he actually likes 🥹 this scene at the beach with turtles just made me sob, so I really need someone to drag that bitch by her hair. sorry not sorry.

Your heart was beating with adrenaline from the scene that just happened at the beach, with Topper’s girlfriend almost running over the pogues and being the usual insane bitch that she was. Rafe stood beside you, silent but shaking his buzzed head in disapproval.

Kie was standing on her knees on the sand, in shock, with juice still dripping down her face and hair. She brushed off the help of her friends, instead standing and picking something up from the ground, without hesitation, going towards the group of people around you. They seemed absolutely delighted by the whole situation, laughing, fist bumping each other, and making you want to punch every single one of them in the face. 

You didn’t even want to be here in the first place, not with a bunch of people with whom you shared mutual hatred towards each other. Rafe was your only connection with them, and it seemed like even for him it was a bit too much. A fun day at a beach with a little surfing competition, where even Topper and JJ seemed to have some fun together, took the wrong turn way too quickly.

“Look what you did! Is this okay?” Kie stopped in front of Ruthie, reaching out her hand to show something that you weren’t able to see, but by the look on her face it was obviously serious to her. “There was a turtle hatch, you idiots! You drove right over it!” Your stomach twisted at the realization, and you took a step closer to see it yourself. 

“Oh my God.” You whispered, catching a glimpse of a tiny dead turtle with a crushed shell laying in the palm of her hand. So little and harmless that the picture of it brought tears to your eyes. 

“Don’t look, baby.” Rafe’s deep voice mumbled near your ear, with a warm hand sprawled across your back to try to distract you, but you shook your head, unable to take your eyes off it. 

“All right, but it was only one.” Ruthie said with her usual attitude, nonchalantly pointing to the rest of the turtles that, luckily, were perfectly fine. Your mouth opened in disbelief, and you looked at Rafe to see him uncomfortably rubbing the back of his head. 

“I’m so sorry, Kie…” You whispered to her, stepping further away from the kooks, eyes drifting again to the dead animal in her hand. No matter how hard you tried to fit in with Rafe and his friends, you could never be one of them if it meant to be a bunch of pompous and cruel rich kids. You thought that, maybe it was time for you to finally admit that. 

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” She briefly looked at you, because despite not being friends, there never were any arguments between you and the rest of the pogues, always keeping cool and friendly with each other. “There’s something wrong with you, people.” Kiara looked back at the kooks with disgust written all over her face. 

“I’m leaving, Rafe.” Barely holding back your tears, you looked back at your boyfriend, before picking up your beach bag from the sand and turning around. “I’m sorry again for them, Kie.”

“No, wait, Y/N.” He pushed through the crowd, wide-eyed, quickly approaching you and grasping your wrist. “This is not—“

“I don’t want to be here. I didn’t sign up to hang out with your friends when I started dating you, okay?” You groaned in frustration, attempting to move, but Rafe stopped you. “I don’t even know why we’re here, why you are here, when you clearly don’t enjoy it anymore.” 

“Listen, this is not so easy, okay?” He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was not fully directed at you; Rafe was already struggling with trusting those around him, and the fact that you slowly but steadily made him reconsider his current surroundings did not help. 

“You are not like them, they are not your friends, don’t you understand it?” The pure desperation was speaking in you, searching for the answers in his eyes. You overheard some people laughing at you, as they were too confident that Rafe would never listen to someone like you, someone from the cut, not even realizing the war that was currently going on in his head. 

He was silent, thinking, making his already overwhelmed mind go hundred miles per hour to figure something out, because you were right. The more time had passed, the more the two of you were together, the less Rafe found himself enjoying the presence of his old friends, the less he wanted to do that childish bullshit. 

“This dumb fucking bitch almost ran over people and killed an innocent animal because her big ego got hurt, do you understand?! So I’m leaving. Alone or with you.” You almost whispered the last part to him, too scared that he'd not choose you. At the end of the day, you were a pogue, and no matter how much you tried, you would never be good enough for Rafe. 

“What did you just call me?” Ruthie arched a brow, now shooting daggers at you. 

“I called you a dumb fucking bitch, didn’t you hear me?” You spat, finally having a good enough reason to tell the truth right in her face. “Or are you too stupid to get that through your thick scull?” 

“That’s rich, coming for a pogue. It’s just a cycle of life. And if you, losers, are so offended by that, it’s not my problem.” 

“A cycle of life? Getting flattened by a truck is not a cycle of life.” Kiara pushed Ruthie with her hand, and it nearly turned into a fight, with JJ standing by his girlfriend's side. You turned away from them, too frustrated and drained to bother listening to the rest of the conversation, your gaze shifting to Rafe, who still held your hand.

“I want to leave. Stay here if you want to, I don’t care. I’m done with them, Rafe.” Your teary eyes met his blue ones, and he shook his head, pulling you closer with your forearms. The mere thought of you leaving him, angry and upset, triggered a whirlwind of panic within him.

“Hey, no, I’m not staying, okay?” Rafe's hands, now much gentler and delicate, touched your cheeks, wiping away a few tears that you could not keep back. Rafe had never been too comfortable with the display of emotions, and he was pretty sure that it was the first time he had actually seen you cry. And he knew how much you had always carried for animals, how you petted every stray cat or a dog on the street, and how you hated any form of violence against them. 

The pulsating and aching feeling in his chest at the sight of your tears made him want to drop everything, or rather, eliminate everyone who had upset you, and just hold you in his arms. 

“Aw, look at you.” You heard that annoying voice behind you back again, pulling you out of the bubble in which you fell, and turning around, you saw that Kie and JJ were no longer there. Your eyes instantly rolled back as Ruthie looked at you with her usual fake sympathy, crossing her arms over her chest. “Go back to your side of the island, you’re not one of us. Don’t even know why Rafe bothers to bring you here when you’re just another dirty toy to—“

Rafe left your side before she could finish her sentence, looming over her with the most furious expression you had ever seen on his face. Everyone and everything seemed to fall silent for a moment, and you held your breath, unsure what he would do. “Wanna say some bullshit about her? Try to do it right in my face and see what happens.”

“You’re not seriously protecting the pogue. She’s not on our side.” Her smile faded, her eyes now nervously looking between Rafe and Topper, who was standing behind her back. 

“C’mon, Rafe…” He started, but quickly shut his mouth as soon as Rafe turned his head towards him with a silent threat. You felt your heartbeat quickening as the atmosphere started to get even more intense. Everyone around you also started arguing and saying God knows what, but Rafe was awfully calm, and it frightened you even more. 

You moved closer to them as you made your way through the warm sand, until you were able to place a comforting hand on your boyfriend's back. He was so tense under your touch that it amazed you how the hell he was not shaking because of it. The only times you had ever seen him behaving that way was when people whispered something about his father behind his back.

“It’s okay, Ray.” You whispered, kissing his shoulder and sliding your hand down his back to take a hold of his bicep. 

“You’re lucky that I don’t hit women. But if I hear a single word about my girlfriend again, you will regret it, I promise you." Your stomach flattered from the way he protected you, from the way his friends opened their mouths in shock at his words. Even Topper and Kelce were too stunned to speak, sending each other weird glances. “Control, your crazy bitch, Top.” 

As if nothing had happened, Rafe stepped back, throwing a protective hand over your shoulders and guiding you away from the group. He was silent for a whole walk towards his truck, only stopping near the passenger door and turning you to face him. 

His worried blue eyes were almost shining under the bright and hot sun and you saw words forming in his head and sitting at the tip of his tongue. You waited another minute, while Rafe was focused on your necklace, thinking. His hands found a place on your waist, rubbing circles into your skin, until he finally took a deep breath and looked up. 

“You’re right.” He said simply. “I’m not this person anymore. That shit with racing with pogues was fun and all, but I didn’t like what happened today.” You half smiled, nodding and encouraging him to talk. “If—if I want to be like my dad, I need to have my priorities straight. No more of this bullshit, no more fake ass people, yeah? You’re the only one who's been here for me for a long fucking time. You’re the only one who I can trust, baby.”

His hand cupped your cheek, eyes focused solemnly on you, before he lowered himself closer to you to place a kiss on your lips. 

“This is the right decision. You’ve overgrown them, you’re a better man now. And i’ll be here for you whenever you need me, I promise. I guess it’s just us now." Your body sagged against his, too wrapped in the comfort of his presence to even care about anything else. Your lips brushed against his, making Rafe groan.

“Just us, baby.”

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Halloween AU!!!

hey so. i put SOOOOO much effort into this au and for what? at least it ended up looking cool? anyways Halloween is my favorite holiday and i just HAD to make something for them!

i had a LOT of ideas for what everyone would be, but i really wanted to stick to a certain theme cause it's based around Halloween. i knew i had to have a vampire, werewolf, and a witch. cause like... obviously. iconic Halloween stuff!! but i took some liberties with everyone else and i think they turned out pretty cool!!

Jason was originally a fox shifter (which i still love and might draw art for some day) but i went with a bear in the end. is that because i thought about tiny bear cub Jaybin and wanted to cry? yeah. yeah it is. i KNEW Steph was going to be my werewolf though i started doubting myself when i went to draw her. turned out to be my favorite drawing on here which makes sense cause she is my light my love my daughter my will to live and all that jazz

Tim was actually gonna be a harpy but thank god i didn't go for that in the end. Duke was the one that was a bitch and a half trying to figure out BUT!! comments on the post asking what y'all thought led me towards Psychic so THANK YOUUUU everybody that commented!! (specifically those who thought of ghost!! Duke and Tim ended up being a perfect duo in this au)

Babs was pretty easy to figure out what I wanted for her. I read somewhere that they are seen as protectors of forests/ are considered spiritual authority figures and also.... she looks cool as fuck. Did not expect how easy it was to find a ref for a deer in a wheelchair though? I can never find the right hand or face angle reference but that was super easy???

For Bruce there was literally no question he HAD to be human. it's literally so funny that everyone who knows Batman thinks he's a spooky vampire but he's human. his first son, however?????? THAT'S the vampire. I knew Dick had to be a vampire too. A little nod towards that one comic run but in my au nothing bad happens ever 🥰 Damian also being a bat shifter is very on purpose because how funny is it that he's a bat man. Literally not a single person in the League thinks that Bruce is telling the truth about being human. Bruce you are NOT beating the secretly a vampire allegations.

adding in Jay's hilarious joke it's so fucking funny:

Alfred is actually a demon. I CAN NOT remember who made this post so if someone can help me find it, it would be appreciated!! because this was inspired by them!!! but somewhere i saw someone talk about Alfred being a demon that Thomas and Martha made a deal with (i think it was for an au idea?) and I just HAD to put it here. Alfred looks so human and everyone expects it, but he's definitely not. I put the ??? because it's so fucking funny. see if you can spot the 1 hint i put on his drawing that something is amiss!!

Peter is from an alternate dimension still, but it is not a world of creatures like him, it's just the same as LoF canon except Peter grew some extra limbs and eyes. He finds that it's actually pretty easy to fit in with the Waynes. Hard to feel like a freak when a guy can turn into a fucking bear, or your dad is a vampire, and the teenagers in the family are trying to summon ghosts or make potions.

additional doodles for this au:

i am still debating whether i am going to draw something for this au or write a oneshot, but i DO want to do something with these for Halloween