#but him just walking up and getting immediately shot at and Thats how they meet seems fun too

[shotmrmiller]

I'm your only situationship.

A/N : yall i stayed up til 324 am writing this. I felt like if i went to bed still only having it as a thought and not on 'paper' thats unacceptable. If i gotta think about this then so do yall! it was also supposed to be a small one shot but it got wildly out of hand im not sorry.

18+ MDNI

TW: typical smut, EXPLICIT mmkay im talkin clutch ur pearls explicit.

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Simon had finally come home from a grueling 6-month mission. All he wanted was some Kentucky bourbon with you at your favorite seedy bar. 

Once he was home, Simon cleaned up, put on a black clinical mask, and sent a text to you to meet him there. As he finished his first glass of the night, a rather attractive young woman approached him, asking if she could buy him a drink. 

“Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around, lovie?”

“Not at all. This is after all the 21st century. I’m simply asking— wouldn’t want any missus at home getting upset.”

“There’s no one at home for me, lass.”

“Well then, how about you get yourself another glass, my treat, and we’ll see where this night takes us?” 

He slightly nodded —he’d never say no to a free drink— and as she left to order a drink, he took his phone out to text you again.

“C’mon, pet. I’ll cover the tab. Too good f’me, now?”

His phone vibrated a minute later.

“I can’t today, Si.”

“Why not? I know you don’t go out on Sundays.”

As the young woman came back, drinks in hand, he lifted the screen to read your response.

“I’ve got a dick appointment~ It’s been a year and then some and I’m gonna claw at my walls if I don’t get a fix ASAP.”

Simon goes tense— soft blues hardening to a silver and he’s gripping his phone so hard it might crack. He pulls up your contact and calls you within seconds.

“Hiya, Si!” 

“What the fuck is a dick appointment?”

“Oh,” you giggle. “I forget you older folk don’t know ‘bout that. It’s just a one-night fling. No commitments or nothin'.’ Exactly what I need right now.” You don’t tell him that the reason you’ve practically regrown your hymen is that when you’re best friends with Simon, every other male in existence pales in comparison. 

“Anyway Si-, he’s getting here in like an hour-”

“No.” And hangs up. 

The young woman who’s casually rubbing his bicep and shoulder gets practically flung off of him, as he gets up off the bar stool so fast it’s falling back with a loud clang, and he’s yanking his leather jacket on and pulling on his leather gloves so hard they’re about to become fingerless—

“Hey! I thought you didn’t have a girlfriend?!”

One gloved hand gripping the front door, he turns his head slightly to her and says, “Pet, with how good I’m gonna fuck her, she won’t even have to ask to know she’s mine.”

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You’re standing in the bathroom with your liquid eyeliner in one hand and phone in the other, staring at the ended call screen. ‘Weird,’ you think, then shrug and put the phone down. ‘Maybe the call got dropped.’

You finally complete the look with your false lashes when there’s a very hard knock on your door. You frown as you look at your phone screen. ‘7:14 pm’. You know the guy said at 8 and you’re in one of Simon’s big shirts he always forgets and your hair is still tied up in an oversized pink and white polka dot scrunchie— The pink leopard print booty shorts you’ve got on will suffice. 

The second time there’s a knock it’s even louder. 

“Jesus Christ, I’m coming!” 

You open the door and say, “I’m sorry I took so long, I—”

Simon flies past you, with a rough shoulder bump and you turn to look at him and he’s almost sprinting to the bedroom, slamming the door open—

“Simon, what the fuck? What’re you doin—”

“Where is he?”, he snarls.

“Who?! Are you talking about my date? He’s not getting here til 8! And why’re you slamming doors in my apartment like you pay my rent?!”

You see Simon deflate immediately at the important part of your answer and chooses to ignore the rest as he takes off his jacket and walks to your hall closet to hang it. Closing your door and locking it, you growl out,

“You need to leave. I haven’t even finished getting ready. I promise I’ll—”

“No, pet.”

“Will you quit interrupting me! Simon, I swear—”

“Pet.” 

You’re holding a scream behind your teeth, about to rip the hair out of your scalp when you see Simon take one loop of his mask off from around his ear and then the other. You gape. You’ve seen Simon without his mask— that isn’t the reason you can no longer find your voice. It’s the way he put his gloved middle finger in between his teeth and pulled it off so sensually. You can feel your cheeks and ears radiate heat from just seeing the tip of his pink tongue. Christ, you’re down horrendously.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, to distract yourself from the fact that you’re getting wet over an interaction so chaste when Simon is touching your ass, giving it a hard squeeze, before moving down to the back of your thighs and lifting you up. You startle at the movement and throw your arms around his neck out of habit, hoping he won’t drop you in the move to your bedroom.

He presses you against the wall with his hips, then grabs both of your ankles from behind his lower back and hooks the back of your knees over his forearms. Simon noses your jaw and starts grinding his clothed erection deliciously hard over the definitely wet spot on your shorts and growls out, 

“If you think,” grind “that I’m gonna allow My,” grind “Girl,”  grind—and you whimper in his ear,  “get fucked by some little cock two pump chump,” he gives a forced chuckle, “you must be daft, pet. Or maybe you’re doing it on purpose, eh? Trying to get my attention? Well, you’ve got it now. “ 

He moves his face to hover his lips over yours— you can lightly smell the bourbon he drank earlier— and he whispers, “You ever like this and I’m around, you come to me. And if I’m away, you wait for me like a good girl and when I come back I’ll give this,” he taps your pussy over your shorts, “greedy little cunt all the cock it can take.”

With a shaky breath, you nod before he kisses you, his bourbon-flavored tongue curling against yours, and you’re moaning into it because you’ve wanted this for too long and he’s finally touching you. Curling your fingers into his ash-brown hair, you move your mouth to his neck, to the right of his adam’s apple, took a bit of skin between your teeth and sucked. 

Simon hisses, dips his fingertips into your flesh hard enough to bruise, and all but yanks you off the wall to toss you onto your bed. 

You yelp as you bounce from the force of his throw— you’re still bouncing on the bed when Simon grabs the waistband of your shorts and knickers to pull right off, which you’re grateful for because the grey knickers you got on aren’t what anyone would wear for a first, second nor third impression.

Simon grabs both of the back of your knees with one hand,  goddamn bear paws, you think, before you feel his tongue in between your lips— so warm and wet and fuck, you needed this, needed him— and he flicks his tongue up and down on your clit. He sticks his long middle finger into you and it goes in without resistance, you’re slippery, drooling over his wrist and finger that’s curled up into the rough patch of nerves against your gummy walls, that he’s pressing into, over and over. God you’re about to come, your legs shake in his one-handed hold and you’ve got a white knuckle grip on the forearm you’re sinking your nails into—

Simon pulls away. You were so close, your eyes start watering because he can’t possibly be this mean to you but then you see him shove his tongue in between his middle and ring finger, eating up your nectar when he says, “The first time I’m gonna make you come, it’ll be on my cock. I want to see the frothy white cream you're gonna leave at the base.” 

You’re nodding hysterically at this point, anything for him to make you come, anything for him.  With a twirl of his index, he’s telling you to get on all fours. Scrambling, you turn over and arch your back— resting your head on your forearms— and you feel his calloused palms run down from your spine to your ass cheeks before he gives it a spank. 

“You have a condom?” 

You shake your head and you mewl out, “No, but I’m clean.”

“Good. I don’t want anything between us.”

You arch your back further, pressing your ass further into his hips when you hear his belt buckle clank and zipper open. Simon brings his palm to your other cheek, reddening it. 

“Fuckin’ hell, pet. Look at you spread out for me.” 

You feel warm velvet over steel over your slit before he slowly pushes inside, not all the way but about a little over half of his length, remembering that your g-spot is a little closer to the front. Fast, relatively shallow thrusts hitting your spot with almost clinical precision have you reeling, your orgasm about to break you, mind and body. Hands tightening painfully, you shatter— loud, high-pitched whines, ringing in your ears and pussy pulsing around Simon’s thick girth— and god, Simon doesn’t stop thrusting. He keeps the same smooth rhythm and you’d think he’s unaffected by the tight vice your pussy has him in— but you hear him, low, deep groans and a tighter grip on your hips telling you otherwise. 

He pulls out to bend over your back, completely covering it, and he murmurs in your ear, “I hope you didn’t think we were done. My girl wanted a fuckin’, now she’s gonna get it.” 

He takes off your pink, silly scrunchy and you see it around his tattooed wrist before he grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and is leaning back up and forcing your back to arch under his pull. You feel his leg at the height of your hips— propped up, foot flat on the bed and knee bent and the other straight on the floor and all you can think of is how this man is gonna kill you with his cock. 

Simon snaps his hips forward, fist full of hair pulling back,  stretching and filling in one strong thrust, bottoming out. He gives you no reprieve, no time to get used to how fucking deep he is, and sets an intense, firm pace that has you feeling a pinch below the navel every time his hip bones slap against your ass, balls to the clit and you love it. Every pinch in your lower belly has your pussy making a squelching sound and you can’t help yourself— you reach underneath your body to feel how split open you are with two fingers, encasing his cock and feeling the skin drag with them as he pulls out.

That has him hissing air between his teeth, he’s about to come but doesn't want it to be over so he pulls out, and opens your cheeks to spit in your furled hole, before pressing in with the pad of his thumb, and you’re almost screaming. He moves back a bit further to spit in your pussy, not that you need it— you’re drenching the sheets underneath you— and now he’s spearing you with his tongue before curling it, getting your juices pooled on it before coming back up, lips smacking, and he grabs your hair in his ponytail and now he uses his other hand to curls his fingers and palm over the front of your throat and that's all it takes for your vision to darken and arms go limp but he’s again, fucking you through your orgasm and this time you leave a creamy white ring at the base of his length. 

“Oh, fuckin hell.” He groans out and it sounds desperate and you know he’s close.

“Come in me, Simon. Please fill me up, I promise I’ll keep it all in.”

He gives a strained chuckle and says, “Pet, I can barely pull out of a driveway much less this tight little cunt.” He squeezes your throat hard, strands of hair popping out of your scalp and his cock feels massive, the pinch in your stomach feels like a cramp from how deep he is and he lets out a low drawn out moan that lasts 3 thrusts— and then there’s warmth filling you up, so much so it leaks from the sides of where you two are connected. Simon lets go of your hair and you fall face-first onto the bed, exhausted. Defeated. Back properly broken. You officially know what it’s like to get fucked within an inch of your life and you love it. 

He pulls out slowly, with a hiss from both of you and with one hand on your left cheek, he spreads you to look at your stuffed hole.

“Fuck. I love seeing me drip out of you.” 

You’re about to tell him to sod off when the doorbell rings and the both of you stiffen and lock eyes. With a mean snarl, Simon grabs a towel from your bathroom and his mask before stomping his way to answer the door, pink obnoxious scrunchy still on his wrist.

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[theyluvjake]

𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙡.

PAIRING: jake x fem reader

GENRES: SMUT, fluff

CW: jake is a little (lot) pervy, smut and more smut

summary: bf jake is obsessed his little doll gf.

- literally. just a a random ramble. i did not proof read and im dyslexic so pls dont make fun of me thank u ☝🏻

you already knew how much jake loved when you dressed up for him. from your pretty skirts to the little details of jewelry, lipgloss or some cute frilly socks. which is why it made you even more excited to do so. you got up early for class and got ready for hours, you wore his favorite absolute favorite skirt, obviously one that was a little too short. after finishing the last touches on your makeup you were ready to leave.

second period was the only class you two had together, physics, and when 1pm came around you walked in, without looking for him in his seat walking past him and to your own seat. you didn't need to look, you could feel his eyes on you. practically burning holes into your skin. and not soon after you had sat down you heard your phone ding

jake: not even a hi? :(

jake: you look so pretty baby..

jake: how am i supposed to pay attention now...

jake: did you wear that pretty skirt for me?

you watched as your phone repeatedly went off, causing you to turn off your ringer, smiling at your phone as you read the texts that repeatedly came in.

you: you better !! how else am i supposed to study your notes... you are all thats getting me through this stupid class :(

fuck. the more he stared at you the more he felt the fabric of his pants straining. he tried to take a deep breath before pulling his hoodie over his lap. you were just so cute but all his brain could think about was how cute youd look with his dick inside of you.

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class went by slow as. hell. for the both of you. more for him, you just liked his attention, you knew he wouldn't be completely focused so you did try to pay attention some, taking some notes of your own.

as soon as the professor concluded the lesson jake shot up from his seat like a magnet, he needed to be near you. soon you felt him behind you, grabbing your backpack and putting it on his other shoulder. "hi babydoll," i smiled softly giving your head a small kiss which immediately resulted in your cheeks turning bright pink. his hand had found its way to your lower back, guiding both of you out of the classroom.

"i missed you~" you smiled glancing up at him, his hand carefully moving some of your hair aside. "yeah? wanna come back to my dorm, we can... study" he smiled with a small chuckle. "i still have 1 more class jake.." you pouted - "skip it." "jake-" "please... " he pouted like a little puppy, he was so clingy all the sudden, and you loved it. "fine," he smiled as you both walked through the campus toward your dorms.

"did you like my outfit?" you hummed, "what kind of silly question is that.." - "of course i love it,.. my perfect little doll~" he cooed, gently playing with the lace hem of the skirt between his fingertips. "so pretty for me.." he muttered softly, that alone was enough to make your brain start going fuzzy. thankfully not long afterwards you had both reached jakes dorm, letting you in and leading you to his room, setting both of your things down and plopping his self onto the bed. thank. fucking. god. you two were finally alone. he didn't know how much longer he would be able to keep his hands to himself. "cmere baby,"

jake signaled you over to him, patting his lap for you. you walked over and compliantly sat down in his lap, his hands wasting no time starting to roam your body. "fuck, you make me crazy, you know that?" he finally had no filter. you could feel your heartbeat racing with every touch. he quickly lifted one of his hands bringing it to your chin and guiding your face to meet his. "that was a question doll," - your mind sputtered for a moment before replying ever so quietly, just enough so he could hear, "i know.." ,he hummed contently as you answered him.

jakes hands snaked down, caressing the curves of your waist before running down your thighs, stopping before sliding them up your skirt and gripping your ass. "m,.. just these little panties?... my naughty doll..". your breathing hitched as you felt the wet spot in your underwear grow, trying to shift your hips around to hide it, which only resulted in him pulling your skirt up further. "ive been dying to fuck you all day.." you felt his large bulge pushing against your clothed cunt, earning a small whine from you. Jake smirked as he heard the beautiful sound leave your lips. he wasnt typically this forward with you, but you could see in his expression he was different than normal, his eyes darker, more needy, like he couldn't think straight.

"did you want my attention baby?" "m?, is that why you dressed up in my favorite skirt~?" you slyly nodded your head, "words baby,-" he carefully turned your chin leaving one of his hands fondling your ass. "yes jakey... wanted your attention.." you mumbled, he kissed your lips softly in reward. but before you knew it he was giving you the exact attention you were now craving, his lips pressed against yours moving rhythmicly together, the kiss was needy, sloppy, and above all hot. he carefully guided his tongue into your mouth, feeling your hips shift around needlessly, causing him to chuckle a little into your mouth, making you whine. "as pretty as this little top is, i dont think we need it," he whispered before asking and then carefully removing it from your body along with his aswell.

he quickly went to work, trailing wet kisses all over your neck down to your chest, he physically couldn't get enough of you, he would devour you whole if he could. he trailed kisses all the way down to your tits, carefully sucking on the skin, slipping his tongue down to play with your nipples. earning small whines and moans to leave your mouth as your head hung in his shoulder. "jake.." you whinned, you could feel your wetness soaking through your panties onto his pants at this point. he pulled away just to look at the mess you made, "oh baby, look at the mess you made.." he pointed to the wet patch on his pants, your cheeks were beet red at this point. "want some help?" you nodded quickly in response.

he wasnt going to tease you anymore, at this point his dick was painfully hard and he needed to fuck you before he would actually explode. jake quickly lifted up your hips pulling your panties off before setting you down on the bed and taking off his pants and boxers letting his cock finally spring free of its restraints. "what about-?" you asked as you still had on the mini skirt, "keep it on." he smirked

— too be continued?

honestly my first time writing and i kinda think its shit so idk if i should keep going or not, but honestly if at least like 10 ppl actually want me to write the rest, i will!! let me knoww...

[odearly]

pt 2 - habits (stay high)

without me? - halsey

⟡ summary: Being a fairly well known K-pop idol was difficult, especially when you're hiding a consuming drug problem. A drug problem you and su-bong shared, and after an article gets made about your habits your entire career comes crashing down. Su-bong leaves you in the dust to avoid getting caught in the crossfire of Korean media, but when you meet again in the squid games can you really trust him to be on your side even now?

⟡ warnings: angst, drugs, no happy ending.... unless, typical squid game violence

You were a star, destined for greatness when Korean tabloids shot you out of the sky. Your boyfriend, su-bong who had achieved a rap career after you openly promoted him to your record deal and fans did nothing to try and support you after your scandal.

"I can't be seen with you anymore! What if they try to drug test me too?" Su-bong said, arguing with you after having to have a meeting about letting you go from the album they were making together.

"Really? Really Su-bong? You're kicking me to the curb after everything we've been through?" You were angry, rightfully so.. you just watched all of your income slowly get drained out of your account with lawsuits from brand deals saying you 'ruined their image'.

"You're being selfish! I can't ruin my career over your dumb decisions!" Su-bong argued back, he had a tone that did nothing but break your heart and you didn't know how to handle this loss aswell as the loss of your career.

"MY dumb decisions? Are you fucking kidding me Su-bong? You're as much of a drug addict as me!" You snapped back, venom lacing your tone from complete anger, shame and hurt from this argument.

"I'm not getting caught like you though am I?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in question. He really didn't care.. or atleast thats how it seems.

You shook your head with a scoff, walking off to the shared bedroom they have. You grabbed one of the Prada duffel bags he'd bought you years ago for one of your birthdays, shoving as many clothes as you can fit into the bag and putting it over her shoulder. You gave him one last chance to say he didn't mean it, looking at him for a moment in silence. Your eyes looked like they were about to well up in tears but you blinked them back, Su-bong stayed silent. He didn't utter a word as you walk out the door, watching you drive away in his Cadillac to one of your high school friend's houses.

now here you were, laying in the shitty bunk beds that were provided for each of the contestants of these fucked up games. desperately craving a pill, needing a release from your mind begging your thoughts to stop for even a moment. your thoughts wont stop, they wouldn't after watching nearly a hundred people die in a game of red light, green light.

you sat up in the uncomfortable bed giving the room a small once over as you notice a mop of purple joking around with a shoulder length black haired man in the corner. you couldn't believe your eyes.. why was he here too? was he in debt? a million questions came to her mind before the biggest one... did he have pills?

you were staring so long you didn't even notice the black haired man that was sitting beside him pointing a questioning finger at you, causing su-bong to lock eyes with you.

as soon as he saw you the color drained from his face, worry immediately washing over him as she turned around and tried to put together his thoughts.

it was only a couple minutes later before he pulled himself up and walked over to your bunk.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone sounding angry with a hint of worry.

"Why do you care?" You snapped back with a sting of a million bees. If looks could kill, the glare you were sending through his soul could certainly knock him out at least.

"What the hell do you mean? You can't be here, its not safe!" Su-bong exclaimed slightly slurring his words as he spoke, his voice was all too familiar when he got upset and high like this.

You looked at his eyes, looking at the dilated new moons in his eyes. He was still on drugs, that much was certain.

"Obviously i'm here for money, i'm not really finding jobs out there with multiple lawsuits i can't afford to pay for." you snark back sharply, scoffing in disbelief at his audacity.

Your words sobered him up, reminding him of the outside world and what he had waiting for him aswell.. debts and his own suffering after you were gone.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed in frustration that he'd now be competing against you. "Listen.. okay.. I'm sorry for how things went down between us but you need to stick by me. I'll get us out!"

You stayed silent for a moment, almost genuinely considering his offer but you couldn't trust him anymore. His word meant nothing after he abandoned you when you needed him.

"I don't need your help or your pity, su-bong. Go find another girl to prey on for their fame this time." You turned around in your bed, officially ending the conversation with him.

You heard him scoff and the tip tapping of his shoes as he walked off. You didn't understand why he wanted to be so protective now when he certainly didn't feel like protecting you before.

The night came quickly after voting you had voted stay because the current 9.1 billion won split between over 300 players wouldn't fix the issues you came here to solve. Dinner passed by in a blur and Su-bong didn't try to speak to you for the rest of the day.

When the lights went out you tried to sleep but your restlessness was not aided by the stiffness of the bed or the thought of possibly dying tomorrow in the next game. You did eventually fall asleep though, after your thoughts got too exhausting and you finally felt your eyes getting heavy.. bracing yourself for the moment you wake up and have to play another game.

a-n: first time posting one of my stories lmk if u like it. this song is literally so him coded!! next chapter will be more fluffy 🫡

[mattsrod]

- ; CHRIS STURNIOLO ; -

' experimenting ' - requested.

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- ; warnings - use of toys, plot(?), smut, established relationships , mutual masturbation,

- ; 11:13 am

you and chris left the house early this morning before matt and nick had even opened their eyes.

usually, you and chris would sleep later than them considering the nights you had together.

but no, last night you two went to sleep extremely early as your morning plans would require you to.

because in the afternoon while you were at work you received a text from your boyfriend.

and this lead to where you are now.

in a sex shop.

in downtown LA.

at 11:30 in the morning.

- ; 11:28 am

"chris if you get a boner from those sex dolls we are leaving."

"too late."

although he was joking, you still shot him a look.

but he didnt look back.

instead, he was looking at the large array of vibrators infront of you two.

"what are you thinking?" he asked, looking at you attentively.

"of you fucking me with one of these." you turned your head and looked up at him innocently.

"i meant what kind of vibrator are you thinking of getting dumb a-"

"is there anything in specific you two are looking for?" a voice chimed in before chris could finish his retort.

it was a store employee with purple hair and a face adorned with peircings whose name tag read "sapphire"

"im just looking for something to make my girl feel good." chris answered way too casually.

you again, shot him a look, but his eyes were locked onto 'sapphire'

"well, we have a lot of that here!" she laughed awkwardly.

you cracked a smile back.

chris stayed expressionless before saying, "well do you recommend anything for first timers?"

how the fuck is he so casual about this? you thought.

"i think i have just the thing! its on the pricier side.. so let me know if you want something cheaper!"

sapphire then walked to the back of the store where you heard the rustling of boxes.

"damn that bitch talks a lot." you whispered

chris giggled at your remark before the purple haired girl came back with a fairly large box labled: inspiring vibrating wand: powerful vibrations

the box was about a foot tall with a long black well, wand, on the front. it had a bright orange label that had '149.99' on it.

intimated by the large thing, you looked at chris, who was smirking and shaking his head in delight.

"we'll take it." he said like he had done this a million times before.

"alright, perfect! meet me over at the register." sapphire walked over to the counter.

"chris!" you whispered sharply. "thats too expensive!"

you tugged on his hoodie to prevent him from waking over to the counter.

he stopped walking and turned around"hey, anything to make my girl feel good, alright?"

you couldn't help it but get red in the face at this.

you obliged and followed him to the register, thinking about what was to come.

- ; 11:44 am

the ride home was excruciating.

you pressed your thighs together as you thought of how your new item would be used.

"you alright, baby?" chris put his hand on your thigh, not taking his eyes off of the road.

you squirmed impatiently under his touch

"i might have to you the wand on you right when you get home, huh?"

-; 12:00 pm

you entered chris's room and sat on his bed.

chris walked in a few moments later, the box in hand.

he immediately sat down next to you and started opening it up.

he pulled out an instruction manual first, "damn they have a whole instruction manual for this bitch? maybe we shouldve gotten something different.."

you laughed. "it's probably just how to clean it or some shit."

"oh, then we will definitely need that." he looked up at you and smiled, gaining an ego boost after saying that.

you smacked his hand playfully.

then he took out the wand and clicked the button to the highest setting.

the head of it wirred loudly, which startled the both of you.

chris quickly turned it off and laughed, he tried to pretend he wasn't thinking about overstimulating your dripping cunt with it.

but, his manhood gave him away.

"we might just have to use this now." chris said playfully as he discarded the box onto the floor, leaving 6 inches between you and chris.

"but chris" you were cut off by a sloppy kiss on the lips from chris.

he pushed you down on the bed hovering over you, kissing you.

when you finally caught your breath you spoke, "what if matt and nick hear?"

"pfft. they wont be up for at least another 2 hours."

you giggled and resumed sloppily kissing.

lips still interlocked, chris moved to the side so you could take your sweatpants off, and you did the same for him.

the kiss lasted a few more minutes before chris could bear it anymore, and he took his boxers off.

you broke the kiss so you could look at his soaking member.

he stroked it a few times before picking up the wand.

you swallowed, it burned.

he turned it on the second lowest setting and pressed it against your cunt.

"mmh.." you let out a small moan in response.

chris moved the vibrator up and down your clothed pussy.

his cock twitched as he could visibly see how turned on you were by this.

and although you were extremely stimulated by the wand, his aching cock didnt go unnoticed by you.

you grabbed the wand from chris's hand, signaling for him to take off your panties.

he happily obliged to this, taking them off with his teeth, which grazed you as he did so.

he lowered his tounge down onto your pussy, licking it.

you shuddered.

he licked your pussy again, this time with more strength.

he licked again and again and again until he couldnt help himself from sucking.

you moaned loudly.

your hand was getting sore from holding the vibrator, so you brought it down and rested it against chris's leaking tip.

"fuck." he moaned into your pussy, sending vibrations up your core.

this went on for a few more moments until chris's hips started to shudder, and your breathing became more rapid.

chris sat up, taking the vibrator off of its resting place on his dick, and bringing it up to your pussy.

he stroked his cock at the sight of your cunt, and you convulsing.

as much as you were enjoying this, you still wanted to help chris, so you grabbed the base of his cock and moved his own hand off of it, jerking him off.

"oh yeah baby- fuck- just like that" he moaned out as the pace of your strokes increased, focusing on his tip.

you could tell he was getting close.

with he free hand he stuck two fingers into your pussy. curling them perfectly and they explored you.

but with the sight of your boyfriend jerking into your hand, vibrator which was now at the highest setting assaulting your cunt, the feeling you knew all too well crept up on you sooner than expected.

"fuck- chris im cumming!" you screamed, the pleasure washed over your whole body in waves.

you came all over his fingers, the movement of your hand on his cock become sloppy.

this was enough for chris to let out a long moan "shit- me too-"

he came all over your cunt, and the vibrator.

your breathing, although heavy, became synchronized with his.

"i guess we are gonna need that cleaning manual huh?"

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i have no fucken clue where i got this motivation to write so.. this took me like an hour tff😱

[i-cant-sing]

Just thinking about Yandere Todoroki clan and reader's random moments.

Reader coming home after a particularly bad day, but poor girl cant even cry or complain without everyone immediately overreacting and pulling you out of school/college or even keeping you from going out at all. So now, reader has to either cry in self pity before she enters her home, wipe her tears and fix herself just enough to show that she hadnt just bawled her eyes out moments ago. That, or do the more risky thing and go home, go to your room and cry under the covers, but then theres always the chance of Rei or the others walking in on you any moment.

Also thinking about baby/toddler reader being sick, just a common cold or flu, nothing major. But with reader whining and being so young, the family's infantalisation goes through the roof and theyd treat you as if you were immunocompromised. I wont lie, but I think Rei is almost kinda... glad when you get sick? She enjoys you being dependant on her for the most things, even when you grow up and are able to handle a cold, she still deludes herself into thinking that you need mommy to come and help you.

I think the one person who is most affected by reader getting sick, no matter what age, is Enji. The man just cant help but view you as a fragile, starving Victorian child the moment you fall ill. In his eyes, even a harsh blow of air is too much for a fragile thing like you, let alone something as bad as the flu. He just- he's holding toddler reader in his arms, who snuggles into his warm body, your tiny nose pink and he cant get the image of you crying and vomiting and being oh so feverish- thats just way too much for your small body. Oh how he almost cried when he took you to the doctor for a shot and you clung to him, trying to bury yourself into him as you begged him to make you feel better, cried to him that you didnt want to get the "big scary needle!" He just had to hold you there in his firm grip as you writhed, had to look away when you looked at him and he saw the feeling of betrayal in your eyes, had to keep himself from not strangling the fucking doctor for not being careful, had to walk out of the clinic and hand you to Rei because he couldnt hear you cry anymore, had to have Rei console both you and Enji (assuring him that "no, Enji. Y/n doesnt resent you for making her get a shot.") and he couldnt even sleep a wink that night because he was standing by your bed, holding your tiny hand with his pinky as a tear finally slipped out of his eye.

ALSO thinking about adult reader going out of the house to meet up with friends, except shes meeting up with them at a club instead of at their house like she told Enji and Rei, and now shes standing outside, abandoned by said friends, and shes now running because a group of pervy men are chasing her and she doesnt know who to call, so she just speed dials Shotou, except someone just changed all your speed dials to one number, and you think youre doomed when Shotou doesnt say a word to you and just hangs up when within minutes, someone comes in front of you-

"Dabi?" He tells you to cover your ears and look away, and you know well by know what that means, so you obey, feeling a bit regretful as those men begin to scream in agony. You dont know how long its been until Dabi pulls your hands away and examines your wounds. He lets you crash into his chest as you sob, and this time, Dabi simply decides to take you home quietly without a lecture.

Hmmm, also thinking about Natsuo who is usually cool as a cucumber, the most normal being in the family, except for his very rare episodes of unbridled rage where he suddenly becomes the Hulk. Good thing for you is that this anger is never directed towards you, rather towards people who actively threaten your life (except Rei cause she gets to play "Im your mom who became mentally unstable because of your abusive dad") The only time NAtsuo is stern with you is when it comes to your health. He's just looking at you with those strict eyes when you refuse to take your multivitamins, or dont want to get a flu shot, or try to make up an excuse so that he cant check your vitals. And when he just grabs your wrist and pulls you to sit down so that he can do his checkup, its in those moments that you realise just how strong your brother is... and how easy it may be for him to overpower you and sedate you if he ever followed through Rei's threats.

[ilwonuu]

𖥔 ͙ࣳ hate the club. k. mingyu

this fic is inspired by this song so pls listen to it <333

“tired of going out, scared ill run into you”

“damn you know i hate the club, but i came cuz i know you’d show up”

summary 𖡼 your friend group goes out every friday. you never feeling up to joining them. you always find an excuse not to come. but now you’re sitting at home with nothing to do. so why not drink a little and hangout with your friends at the club?? what could go wrong? seeing your ex could definitely happen..

warnings- ex to lovers!!, alcohol consumption, smut with semi plot. switch!mingyu, switch!reader, oral sex f.receiving, fingering, riding, pet names- baby,princess,unprotected sex(don’t do it), creampie, multiple orgasms, lmk if i missed anything pls<3

authors note- i read over this like once so if theres any spelling or grammar errors pls let me know!!! i hope u guys love this i loved writing it!!!!

you feel bored with no company tonight. not loving the presence of nothing of your apartment and stuff animals as you usually do. sending seungkwan a quick text telling him you’ll be joining him, seokmin, and chan tonight. getting a sassy text back as usual

kwannie😓- what the fuck. girl don’t play????

kwannie😓- u better not be lying because seokmin and chan are actually gonna be the death of me.

kwannie😓- be ready at 9 ok.

you- im not kidding hoe and yes i am already ready ish???

kwannie😓- ok ill be there at 9 😘😘😘

you smile to yourself continuing to get ready. checking to see if you have a good amount of time to finish your hair. happy to see you have enough time with it only being 8:15.

finishing everything you need to do finally making your way outside after getting a text from seungkwan saying that they have arrived. walking to his car somewhat nervous about what the night has in store for you. you never know you could meet someone? or see someone you absolutely hate.

getting into the car immediately being greeted by your best friends. “y/n!!!! i feel like im seeing a ghost you never fucking leave your house” chan says laughing causing you to send him a glare. “shush be happy im here for once okay”

“no seriously i thought my eyes were deceiving me when i read your text” seungkwan says quickly starting to head to the club they always go to. “ok guys thats enough let her live she doesn’t have to come out with us every time.” seokmin says giving you a slight smile.

“thank you seokmin. the only one who appreciates me” “okay but yes of course she doesn’t have to come out everytime. but she doesn’t come out anytimes!!! this is her first time in like 10 years” chan says laughing with seungkwan as he also finds chans joke hilarious. causing them both to receive a glare.

“very funny chan!!! i will get out of the car and walk back home.” you say looking at him threatening him playfully. “you’re dramatic” kwan says finally pulling into the parking lot of the club.

“im also very nervous to be here.” “if we see anyone we don’t like it’ll be fine y/n we don’t have to interact or anything” chan says knowing exactly who you were thinking of getting out of the car having the rest of you follow his lead into the club.

“yea you’re right..” you say slowly walking behind them into the loud crowd of people dancing. “ok first things first drinks!!!!” seungkwan yells dragging you all to the bar. chan seokmin order vodka shots happily, quickly running to dance in the crowd of people. “can we just get two shots of tequila each?” seungkwan asks for the both of you. smiling at the bartender when his drinks are set in front of you two. “okay lets drink these then lets dance!!!” seungkwan smiles at you quickly taking his shots now waiting for you to do the same.

you nervously take the shots making a grossed out face after downing it with a sip of water. seungkwan pulling you towards the crowd as soon as you were ready shortly finding seokmin and chan. “how do you guys get drunk so fast?” you laugh at seokmin and chan completely lost in the song dancing dramatically. “they are fucking lightweights” seungkwan says causing you both to laugh at them.

“i fucking wish. i only feel a little tipsy” you say scanning around the club with your eyes. “do you want to get more drinks or wait a bit then??” seungkwan asks while pulling you close to dance with him. “nah we can wait” you say over the loud music.

you are really trying to have a good time but this isnt really your thing. you were hoping that the drinks would losen your nerves up a little bit but you were so wrong. now you are dancing completely soberly with seungkwan. trying not to ruin your best friends night. “im gonna go to the bathroom real fast kwannie” you whisper to him before disappearing to find the bathroom. you quickly use the bathroom heading back over to the bar to get a couple more shots. “fuck why did i do this to myself” you say under your breath quickly downing the shots without water this time. feeling a little better making your way back into the crowd searching for any of the three boys you arrived with.

pushing through the crowd trying to find them. you accidentally push someone a little to hard quickly going to apologize. “i am s-so sorry.” you say realizing exactly who you bumped into having them turn and look down at you. “jesus you push fucking h-“ mingyu immediately freezes after seeing you. “fuck y/n? what are you doing here?”

“well this is a public place and a club so i would assume we’re here for the same reason.” you say sarcastically while trying to push past him. “well what are you doing by yourself?” he asks concerned stopping your movements. “where is seungkwan?” he looks around the club quickly scanning seeing if he sees anyone who looks like the boy. “well actually im not sure so if you’ll excuse me i will be continuing to look for my friends.” you say finally trying to push past him again.

“wait just let me help you look for them. it’s kinda depressing being here alone.” he says once again finally letting you push past him to continue looking. he follows behind you slowly. “so uh how have you been?” you scoff stopping to look at him. “are you serious right now? i really would rather not pretend to like you right now okay? just help me find seungkwan and then you can go back to whatever you were doing.”

you say sighing going back to looking for you friends. mingyu doesn’t say another word and just follows you quietly. “why don’t you call him?” he suggests. “i left my phone in seungkwans car like the bright fucking person i am.” you say getting more annoyed as the situation goes on.

“shit you wanna use my phone then? i still have his number from you know..” he says nervously handing you his phone after clicking on seungkwans contact. “y-yea thanks” you take his phone letting the memories wash over you. you patiently wait as the phone starts to ring and shortly someone picks up. “seungkwan??? where did you fucking go??” you are now getting more uncomfortable with the fact that you lost all of them in the span of 10 mins. “um what the fuck mingyu you sound like y/n also why the hell are you calling me?” seungkwan slurs over the phone questioning you. “seungkwan ur drunk. also this is fucking y/n im using mingyus phone dumbass!!” your voice sounding annoyed more now. “girl what? why are you using his phone? are you guys…? um back together?” he asks loud enough for both you and mingyu to hear.

you sigh looking at mingyus eyes go wide at what he just heard. “s-seungkwan can you just fucking tell me where you went? you know what fuck it im just gonna get an uber home okay im tired.” you say slightly tearing up at the stressful situation. “we just went to the bar upstairs y/n. are you sure you wanna leave already we’ve only been here for like an hour.”

seungkwan asks through the phone sensing that something is wrong. “do you want me to send seokmin with you? he said he will come with you.” he offers. “kwannie its fine ill just order it off mingyu’s phone. will you just drop off my phone tmr? i left it in your car.” you say finally after ending the call after hearing his okay.

“mingyu do you mind if i use your phone to order a uber?” you turn to mingyu hoping he will say yes. “yes of course y/n. but you don’t need to do that. cheol said he was here to pick up me and shua but im guessing shua is with some girl so cheol can just drop you off.” he says smiling at you. “okay um let me make sure i have my keys and fuck i don’t they are also in seungkwans car.” you say realizing as you feel your pockets. “wanna just stay at my place tonight?” he blurts out quickly. “mingyu- i- what?” now your confused, tired, and annoyed. “just come sleep at my place. its not that weird y/n. what’s the chance seungkwan is gonna come unlock his car rn? come on i’ll drop you off in the morning i swear.” “its not weird to you? we haven’t spoke in like a year.”

this was not a great idea. you and mingyu ended on somewhat bad terms. he wasn’t willing to commit to you. he ended up treated you like shit because of it. you know this has nothing to do with what he asked but it’s obviously on your mind. you are now confused, tired, annoyed, and overwhelmed.

“y/n i kinda need a answer now. cheol is outside.” he says snapping you out of your thoughts and back into reality. “u-uh okay yea lets go” you say immediately regretting it. mingyu smiles grabbing your hand making the way out of the club to cheols car. quickly getting into the back seat.

“whats up mingyu. hey y/n. y/n????? oh shit hi” he says now realizing that is is actually you. “hello cheol nice to see you” you say softly laughing. “yea you too. um are you guys back together?” he asks out of the blue. “nope!!” you quickly say hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions. “just drive cheol.” mingyu says and mentally thank him because cheol didn’t ask anymore questions driving silently. you two make it to mingyu’s house after a 10 minute car drive. “ah fucking finally these heels are literally the worst” you say walking into his house kicking them off as you go. “you can borrow some clothes. i think i even have your old pjs in my room.” he says taking off his shoes as well. “im surprised you even still have those.” you say making your way to his room. the memories coming back as you seen his room looks the same way it did when you guys were together. you grab the pajamas making your way to his bathroom quickly changing heading back into his living room. “you want to take my bed? i can sleep out on the couch.” he says throwing a pillow and blanket onto the couch. “no mingyu its fine i can take the couch. you can have your bed.” you say laughing at him slightly going to sit on the couch. “or you can sleep in my bed with me.” mingyu says looking at you cautiously. now leaving you pressured at what he is offering right now. “mingyu. what are you doing? you know that isn’t a good idea. we aren’t together anymore.” you say laying down getting comfortable. “i know we aren’t. but fuck y/n have you not been thinking about us at all? or anything that we had. i miss it. i miss you.”

you look at him with a blank expression. what the fuck do you say? of course you think about him and your relationship. more than you should. “mingyu i do okay. i never stopped really but im not in the mood to get hurt again okay.” “i fucking promise you i will never treat you the same way i did okay?” he moves to sit next to you on the couch moving to grab your hands. “let me make it up to you? let me show you i can be there for you. i want to be the boyfriend you deserve. will you just give me a chance?” you think for a couple seconds.

he seems genuine. you did miss him a lot. a chance doesn’t hurt right? “okay mingyu. i will sleep with you in your bed okay. but i swear if you do anything like how you did before the break-“ he kisses you softly shutting you up. “i promise.” he says holding his pinky up

you wrap your pinky around his smiling as he lifts you and carries you to his room. softly throwing you onto his bed and climbing next to you. “you don’t know how much i missed you. i thought i was never gonna see you again.”

“yep that was the plan until i saw you at the club.” you state not wanting to lie to him. “well im so glad i saw you.” you smile at him. “can i make it up to you? ill make you feel so good y/n if you let me please.” hes already begging and you guys haven’t even done anything but a kiss.

he was always like this. he would immediately get needy after one small touch. mingyu was definitely a fucking switch. most of the time he loved being in control and seeing you beg for him. but everyone knew mingyu always leaned towards the subby side. he will listen to your requests always. if you’re happy he’s happy.

you nod softly at him watching him quickly shift between your legs pull down your shorts and underwear in one swift movement. kissing up your thighs slowly making your breath hitch under his touch. “fuck you’re so wet and i haven’t even touched you baby.” slowly moving his fingers up your slit inserting a finger in. his fingers immediately hit your g-spot causing you to already squirm until his firm touch.

“fuck you’re so tight. i can barely move my finger babe.” watching you closely as he inserts a second and third finger quickly watching as you get wetter from his touch. “g-gyu please more i need more.” you beg him hoping to add something extra to get you closer to your high.

“shh baby let me take my time i promise you’ll get everything you need okay?” he says sweetly pulling his fingers out of you with the noise of your squelch filling the room. “you hear yourself baby? you’re making a mess on my bed already hm?” he coos at you shifting so that his head is in between your legs. gently grabbing your thighs to spread your legs. “i bet you taste as sweet as i remember hm? could eat you for fucking days.” he immediately dives into eating your pussy. licking your slit as he slides one of his fingers back inside you.

“g-gyu oh my god.” eyes rolled back having your back arched as he absolutely devours you roughly sucking your clit fucking his finger into you quicker. looking up at you through his eyelashes not stopping his movements. not even to praise you. he is too pussy drunk and doesn’t want to stop anytime soon. grabbing a hold of his hair pulling on it when his finger hits that spot again making you go crazy. “m-mingyu i’m gonna cum please don’t stop.” and he doesn’t he sucks on your clit harder keeping up his pace with his finger. you come all over his tongue and his fingers. fucked out completely as you watch mingyu lick up your cum and hum.

“you taste so sweet princess. fucking delicious baby.” he smiles at you again moving up to kiss your lips. tasting yourself on his lips.

“what do you want baby? i will give you anything you want.” pulling his shirt over his head looking at you waiting for your answer. “can i ride you? g-gyu please i need you so bad.” he nods quickly. “m’course you can” he moves so he’s sitting up against the headboard of the bed. watching as you move onto his lap.

you have never seen mingyu take his pants off quicker. immediately pulling his dick out pulling your face closer to peck your lips. smiling into the kiss lining up his dick with your entrance slowly sinking down onto him.

mingyu is always more subby with this position immediately begging and pleading for your touch. “f-fuck y/n please move i need it so bad please baby.” he begs you trying not to fuck his hips into you.

you slowly rock your hips into his moaning at the feeling holding onto his shoulders for support. “you’re so tight im gonna cum so quick. i-i’m fuck i’m sorry” grabbing ahold of your hips to move you quicker on him. “i’m so close baby fuck.” he says feeling you bouncing on his dick now trying to chase your own high. “m-me too.” he groans lowly feeling his dick twitch inside of you. “f-fuck can i cum inside or where do you want it?” “inside p-please.” he doesn’t have to be told twice immediately cumming inside of you throwing his head back lost in the intense pleasure

you don’t stop bouncing on him. “babe i’m so sensitive fuck.” he says to you still fucked out holding onto you.

you nod. “i know baby but please you can last a little longer right? for me right? my good boy.” you try to turn him on with your words knowing it will go straight to his dick. he moans at your words pulling you into a quick kiss. “y-yes i’m so good for you.”

you smile at him quickening your movements now really needing his shoulder for support as you feel yourself coming. “f-fuckkk look at you c-creaming on my cock oh shit im gonna cum again.” you feel his cum shoot immediately into you. moaning at the feeling riding out both of your highs.

slowly climbing off of his lap laying next to him. “i missed you so fucking much.” he says pulling you under the covers with him kissing your forehead. “i missed you too but i don’t miss how you think i just want to lay here feeling your cum leak out of me.” you say playfully shifting to show him the puddle that is now under your crotch.

“its fine baby we can shower in the morning. plus what if we fuck again. you’ll just be full of my cum again.” he says with a straight face. you roll your eyes burying your face into his neck.

“i guess we’ll have to explain to seungkwan and cheol why we told them we weren’t back together…” you think out loud before falling asleep in your boyfriends arms.

[writingoddess1125]

Could we have more of Price with his 3 kids and his wife please?

Love your wiring btw, I don't normally go poking into other fandoms but you got me reading outside your cod stuff too

Thank you! ❤️ And I'm glad you're enjoying the other fandoms I got here!

And Also- Per request!

How Did You Know?

FemReader X John Price

OOC Sons and John Price

Micheal 15, Moses 11, Emmey 6

Family Fluff + Some very mild suggestive themes

<<< Masterlist

The Price family was having a Lazy night in.

Currently watching some random ass comic book movie, John laid across the couch with you laying on him, your back to his chest and lower body tucked between his legs. Emmey asleep on your stomach as you rubbed his back gently.

The mountain of half empty chinese take away was on the table waiting to be picked up later as Moses sat on the floor engrossed in the movie and eating the remaining of his orange chicken.

Micheal half watching the movie and scrolling through his phone laying on the love seat.

It was peaceful and at least for John a perfect night-

"Hey Dad,"

Moses suddenly spoke up snapping John from the movie, the boy tilting his head back to look at thw two of you cuddled into each other.

"How did you know you were gonna marry Mum?"

John raised a brow. "Why ya wanna know?"

Moses shrugged eating another peice of chicken, seeming the age of 'Why this and That' seemed to have kicked in.

John glanced at you with a smirk before looking back at his middle child.

"Oh, well that’s an easy one actually, It all started at a really crazy party."

Michael perked up a bit and looked away from his phone. "A party?"

John nodded, scratching his beard a bit.

"Yeah. Your mom and I met there since a mate of mine decided to throw one on his first leave after graduation and we were all doing dumb shit- And thats when I first saw your Mom- Doing Jello Shots in the kitchen"

He smiled as his hand did a arch over his head like it was a magical moment. Making your eyes roll.

"We clicked instantly, talked all night, and decided to meet up the next day for a lunch date."

You groaned a bit at the memory and start to giggle. "Worst idea ever."

"Why?" Michael asked.

"Because," John grinned, "We were both horribly hungover."

The boys giggled while you shook head remembering this vividly. "I remember I crawled down the stairs of my flat and barely made it to that restaurant."

John nodded in agreement.

"So there we were, barely functioning, sitting across from each other. We didn’t even bother making conversation- we just ordered food and got straight to eating."

He paused, smiling at the memory. "I remember looking up from my doner meat and chips, feeling like my soul was finally coming back to me, and there was your mom devouring her food like it was the last thing on earth- Not a ounce of care in the world."

You snorted a laugh. "Hey, it was that or puke on you."

John chuckled. "And that’s when it hit me I thought, Yeah. This is the one. I could look at her every damn day like this-"

The Moses shook his head at this clearly not truly understanding "That’s so weird!"

"But also kinda sweet, So you essentially knew youd marry Mum from the first time you met her?" Michael questioned.

John nodded and kissed the top of your head, smiling at you softly. "Pretty much."

You blushing softly and looking up at him with a gently smile on your face.

"And after that thought- I immediately took your Mom back to my flat and we ban-"

You smacked his arm so fast to stop him as a blush went over your cheeks. John laughing hard as Michael immediately knew what his dad was about to say and wrinkled his nose.

"Gross-"

He grumbled, John still chuckling to himself.

"Well you had to get here somehow so don't complain-"

John cackled, as Moses turned his head to the side confused.

"What do you mean? How Michael got here?"

Moses asked as you covered yohr face with your hand and giggling mostly from embarrassment. Trying to keep Emmey from walking up still as John continued to laugh, Michael looking back at his phone shaking his head.

"Wait but what does that mean??"

[lokisis]

Today's one-shot brought to you by... the spam fam! Mostly @laughingfranki but there were others too! Hi!

You sigh. This was going on, what, week four of Spamton living at your place? It wasn't that you hated it, god no, it was just... difficult sometimes. He was used to the harsh conditions forced upon him for years. Hiding things, stealing money (yes, you noticed), hoarding items. It was all things you were unfortunately accustomed to.

But you really, really, wanted him to stop eating your trash.

You only noticed maybe a week in, when you were taking the bin out and noted how light it was compared to all other times. A quick look inside confirmed that, yeah, something had definitely been rummaging around inside. A tasque? Do they even eat? You brought these thoughts up with Spamton when you went back inside.

You didn't miss the way his eyes flickered away in a panic. He insisted it was nothing, just a lingering worry of tasques. But you didn't buy it, especially when you caught him red-handed not two days later. Head first in one of your cans, looking for something. When you made yourself known, he panicked. Hard.

You know he feels ashamed and maybe even embarrassed about his behavior. You also know he isn't quite capable of turning his life around on a dime. But man, it was getting to you. Every few days it would be the same song and dance:

"Spam. Why are you digging around in my trash."

"EAHEHAH [Angel]!! IM JUST SOURCING WAREsD THATS ALL!! ! IM NOT IM NOT- [Stop! Thief!]!!! YOU KN0W THAT!! RIGHT?? RIGgHTT???"

So when you opened the door to your home, and saw he wasn’t in the living room, you had a sinking feeling he had done it again. You shut the door with a huff. At this point, you almost wished he would just own up to it so he didn't attempt to hide the garbage afterwards.

Is that... a mean thing to think?

You walk into the kitchen and, lo and behold, he was face first in the trash can.

You didn't have the energy to be angry. "I'm back."

His head immediately pops up at the sound of your voice. He's got a bagel wrapper in his mouth. [Angel]!! WHWW WHEN DID YOU-" it falls out of his mouth and onto to the floor.

You sigh again. You pick it up before he can and place it back where it belongs. "Just now. Look, can we talk?"

His smile immediately strains. "HEHE HEAHE IF YOUR. YOU’RE LOOKING FOR [mony payment] YOURE [$#!%] OUTTA LUCK!! IM NOT. IM NOT GIVING YOU MYY !!!"

"Spamton." You place a hand on his shoulder and his teeth snap closed. "I'm concerned about your, er, eating habits. Look, I'm not going to stop you if this is what you really want, but..."

He's looking at you like he's seconds away from running. Disappearing again.

"But I get food for both of us and I'm willing to cook for you if that's what you need. I just don't want you to get sick or- or-" Or worse.

"Is my home not safe enough for you? Did I do something wrong?" It's an insecurity you've had for a while. You've seen the slight flinches at the doors being shut. The constant surveillance of rooms as if something were hiding in wait. "I want this to be a safe place for you and me. So what can I do? Please."

You see the way his eyes roam the room. "I... I DON'T. I DON’T KNOW." He won't look at you. "I DON’T KNOW." There’s a moment where you think that's all you'll get out of him. It wasn't out of the norm for him to give incomplete thoughts and answers. But instead he chooses to surprise you: "I'm scared. I'M SCARRD ONE DAY ILL I'LL WAKE UP AND [It was all a dream]. ONE DAY YOULL TAKE THIS AWAY BECUZ IM NOT IM NOT GOOD ENOUVH IM N0T I M nOTT NOT-"

And when his eyes finally meet yours, completely terrified, you have to hold your own back from tears. That's enough, you think, that's enough. You squeeze his shoulder and he immediately stops. He's still heaving in breaths, like at any moment he could break.

"Spamton, I wouldn't do that to you. And I know me saying that means nothing but I promise I'm not going to kick you out." He's shaking under your hand. "I brought you here because I care about you. You could hole yourself up in your room and I wouldn't do a damn thing. I just wanted to know why you were doing," you gesture to the forgotten trash can, "this. If it makes you feel better then I won't bring it up ever again."

He hasn't calmed down at all. You wish you were surprised.

"Ok?"

He barely nods his head, but you let go all the same. He quickly shifts out of your sight, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You hear a door close not long after.

Great. You fucked up again. Good, good, good. You take a deep breath and hold it for a few seconds before letting go. He's your friend because you sought him out. He ended up here because you pleaded with him for days.

...You have to wonder if he even sees you the same way.

That gets the tears flowing. He probably thinks you're an overbearing weirdo. Just someone to leech off of until you get mad. He probably doesn't even like you.

You don't bother making dinner.

-♡-

By the time you get ready to leave for work, he still hadn't shown his face. You fucked up big time, no doubt about it, and decide it's best for both of you to just go.

He's the only thing on your mind throughout the whole damn day. You forgot to eat breakfast, and didn't pack a lunch. What a fucking joke. You were complaining about his eating habits? You're hardly any better. He's still on your mind on your commute back home.

You hesitate at the door. What if he didn’t want to see you again? What if he left while you were gone? Idiot, idiot, idiot. Why did you have to ruin a good thing?

You're already riled up by the time you relent and open the door.

You weren't expecting him to be out on the couch, sprawled across it like he owned the thing. He idly chews on a toothpick before noticing you.

"[Angel]!! YOU'RE [Right on time]!!" He sounds far too happy to see you. He flicks his thumb towards the kitchen, "GOT A [Pizzer] IN THA OVEN FOR YA. SHOULD BE EREADY SOON"

You close the door behind you, dazed. "You're... making pizza?"

"[Thaaat's right]!!!"

"...Why?" You can't help letting the question fall out. After what happened, why would he even bother?

His head tilts down slightly, just enough for his eyes to stare through you above his glasses. "DON'T THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE." The coldness in his voice makes you shiver. He looks away, fiddling with the toothpick once more. "YOU DIDN'T MAKe DINNER. OR [Breakfast, lunch and ]"

He's read you like a damn book, and you aren't surprised in the slightest. This is what reeled you in. This is what made you want to know Spamton. The observant, witty, and frankly terrifying puppet was far more interesting than any ride in the city.

"Are you planning to charge me for this too?" You chide.

He sputters, turning slightly red around his already painted cheeks. "IM NO [House maid]!! GET YOURSELV A DIFFERENT FREAK FOR THAT!!"

"Right, of course, because there's so many people like you."

He leans over the back of the couch, a smirk clear on his face. "THERE AIN'T NO ONE LIKE [Me] SWEETHEART."

"Yeah, I know." You lean over the opposite side of the back of the couch, just to the side of him. "It's why I like having you around so much."

You see his smile drop in your periphery. "...YOU?? YOU LIKE..??"

"Yeah I do. Which is why I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to upset you I just-"

"[upset you]??? ANGEL YOU HELP ME [See the light]!!! YOU'rE D4MN RIGHT!! I GOTTA STOP TREARTING THIS PLACE LIKE [Filth] AND START TREATING IT LIKE IT RELLY IS!!!" He stands up on the cushions. It doesn't give him much more height. "THIS IS [My mansion, My city, My world]!! MY [Comeback Specil]!!! I CANT KEEP [$&*%]ING AROUND!!"

The smile he wears is genuine when he turns to you. "AND THE FIRSTS STEP IS [Wine and Dine] YOU. GET YOU ON A [Hot date]!!"

You chuckle, feeling an all too familiar heat rise to your face. "Treating me to a 'hot date'?"

"DON'T YOU KNOW IT."

Even if the hot date was, admittedly, a little burnt.

[spacebaby1]

Hola, espero que tengas un buen día. No hablo inglés y estoy usando traductor, así que lo siento si no se entiende algo. 😭😭😭

I love how you write rindou! can I request a one-shot where rindou yells at you angrily after work and leaves the house and then comes to his senses. I love drama with angst and happy ending 😭🙏🏻

hola amor! ¡Está absolutamente bien, me gusta mucho esta idea! Enjoy!!🫂♥️

It's impossible to ever get Rindou to fear anything until it's his loved ones getting hurt in front of him; you and Ran, the only important people in his life.

The mission was so intense that Ran got hurt badly, and Rindou had to drag him out just in time before everything went bad. The even mare Rindou a bit shaken up than his usual calm demeanour. He completely spaced out in the meeting afterwards, cloth drenched in his brothers blood; luckily they both survived. So when he walked inside the house you gasped at his sight.

Immediately rushing towards him with concern all over your face as you spoke, "R-Rin? Are you hurt? What happened? Why is there blood all over your clothes?" You cupped his face, checking him for injuries before letting go and holding his hand, shaking him you spoke, "Rin, please talk to me. Rin are you-"

He shut his eyes, pulling his hand away. You flinched away when he yelled at you, "WOULD YOU SHUT UP FOR A SECOND? STOP TALKING, J-JUST STOP IT. I CAN'T THINK RIGHT NOW, I'M FUCKING FINE, FUCK! YOU ARE SO INSUFFERABLE. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT." He turned his back and left immediately, you were terrified of the way he acted. Rindou never yelled at you, ever. You wanted to follow him but you just couldn't get yourself to move from where you stood, tears falling down your cheek as you blinked them away, you didn't know what did you do to make him snap.

Rindou walked until he couldn't anymore, so he just leaned on the nearest wall. His breathing calmed down as he played the event of the day in his mind. He remembered feeling terrified because Ran was hurt, but he was also thinking of you the moment they got out, and he couldn't stop thinking, what if you got hurt? His eyes widened at the realisation of what he just did. In a moment of anger, he did exactly what he feared; he hurt you.

Almost tripping on his feet as he sprinted home and to the front door, breathing heavily, his head pounding in guilt. He called out for you, but there was no answer. He sighed before trying to walk towards the bedroom only for his leg giving in. He yelped as he fell on the ground. He forgot that he had hurt his leg, he called out for you but it came in a low whispere.

At first, you avoided him calling your name until you heard a thud and a yelp. Immediately whipping your tears, you rushed downstairs to find Rindou on the ground, on his knees barely hold up. "Baby!" You rushed towards him and sat next to him trying to help him sit properly gently rubbing his shaking hand, "w-what's wrong?" You cried, he gathered all his strength to turn to you and wrap his arms around you tightly as if you will disappear if he let go, you gasped at the sudden embrace but held him close. He passed out in your arms.

Rindou woke up a few hours later in bed, changed it his pyjamas, and his wounds wrapped. He looked to find kakucho standing near the window, "I'm I hallucinating or it's you, kaku?" His question made kakucho let out a sigh of relief. "You gave Y/n a scare, you know that? Are you feeling better, man?"

Rindou nodded. "Where's my girl? Is she okay?"

Kakucho sighed, "she said that you don't want her in your sight. Why would you say that?" Rindou sat up immediately, eyes wide, "WHAT! NO, NO, T-THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT! where is she? Did she lea-ouch!" Rindou moaned in pain when he tried to get up only to feel the agonising pain in his leg. Kakucho held him back, "she's here. She's downstairs. Calm down, I'll call her in, just relax. You are hurt." Before Kakucho could even reach the stairs, he heard Rindou calling out your name. You immediately rushed towards the stairs, "is he okay? I-i heard his voice." Kakucho placed a comforting hand on your head and smiled, "he's better now, just needs to see you. Can you hear him? He's gonna drop himself off that bed if he doesn't see you right now." You nodded and rushed past Kakucho towards your room but slowed down as you reached the door, slowly peeking from the doorframe, but Rindou saw you and gasped forwarding his both hands for you. "Baby! I'm so sorry, please come here, I wanna hold you." You slowly made your way towards him with tears in your eyes, "Oh no, no, come here, let me wipe those tears away." You fell in his arms, hugging him carefully and trying not to hurt him further than he already was. "I'm so so so sorry for snapping at you, I'm an idiot. I was just scared and confused, I'm sorry I will never ever ever yell at you ever again. You were probably scared of me, I hurt you. I'm sorry, angel, my sweet, sweet baby. Please forgive me." He rubbed your back and you sniffled in his chest, "I'm glad you're okay, I was so scared and worried. I'm sor-"

"No, no! Don't apologise, baby, it's all my fault, just "You can hold my hand, if it makes you feel safer. I'm sorry for scaring you." He pulled away, and you smiled at his as he whipped your tears, "I could never be scared of you, Rinny. I love you." He intertwined your fingers with his, and he smiled, kissing your forehead, "my sweet, sweet girl."

[chaoticsomeone]

Heartrender!Reader x The Spiderverse Characters

Headcanon

(Im new a writing so i'm giving this a shot)

| Heartrenders have the ability to manipulate the body. They can snatch the air from your lungs, slow your pulse until you fall into a coma, or even literally crush your heart—all from a distance |

Seeing/when told that you put a villain into a coma

Miles, Miles 42, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, Miguel, Jessica, Lyla?

Miles Morales

Doesn't know whether or not he should be afraid or amazed. (Hes more amazed than afraid)

Immediately asks alot of questions

"So can you actually just murder someone in a second?"

"Can you hear/feel people's heartbeats?"

You told him yes to both of that questions and he just goes "That's amazing. How did you get your powers. I mean we spiderpeople get bit by spiders but what about you?"

"I'm born with it" you said smiling

More wows

He continues asking about it again but now 'scientifically'

(Miles x Gwen) Asks you if you can find out whether or not gwen likes him

(Romantic you x him) Asking you out buy bringing you to a science museum

(Platonic) He got tickets to a science museum for you and the crew

You showed him and the others that you can manipulate a heart on display to move

(Romantic) melts and heart speeding everytime you impress him even though he knows you can sense it

Miles Morales (Earth-42)

(Romantically) Fell in love with you the moment you walked into his dimension with the spidercrew even though he doesnt know anything about you

Think its cool that you're a heartrender

Asks you to slow down the other miles's pulse

He tells you he ships the other Miles and Gwen

Asks you to make them both blush and get a higher heart rate near each other

You both laugh together

Thinks you're the coolest person he has met when Hobie tells him how you put someone into a coma so easily

Asks you 2-3 questions but thats it

Will actually ask you politely to come with him on one patrol to help him put his enemies into a coma for a few months so he could take a leave and break

Gwen Stacy

First time you told her she asks you to knockout a villain just for jokes

When you actually did she was shocked and a little bit afraid

When you told her you 'accidentally' put them into a coma she was like "Wow"

(If platonic)Secretly annoyed that Jess didn't adopt her too because she wants to be your sister

(Romantic) Has a crush on you but is wary so that you dont detect her heart rate

Shes just listening closely to miles basically interviewing you

At one point asking you to help her at a science fair when shes teaming up with Miles to perform a trick on people

The trick being making them pass out for a second then bringing them back

Hobie Brown (Im sorry idk much abt him)

Says smth along the lines of "cool, try doing it to Pav and bring him back out of it"

After this he asks you to come to his universe to give the people he dislikes a heart attack.

A painful one

Proud of the science fair you and Miles did

Pavitr Prabhakar

Same reaction as Miles

Continues asking stuff with miles

Like "So you can actually know if someone has a crush on you?"

Becomes happy when you say yes

Asks you to come with him to meet Gayatri

At the end of the three of you meeting he asks you if you felt Gayatri or his heart beating up

Blushes and becomes giddy when you tell him both of them has a high heart rate near eachother

(Platonic)Eventually becomes best friends in crime and inseperable

(Romantic) both him and Gayatri became close with you and asks you to date them(?)

Miguel O'hara

Wary of you

Asks Lyla to watch over you during missions

Keeps a close eye of you to make sure you don't distrupt Cannon because you aren't a spiderman

When Jess recruited you he wasn't happy

Gave you a long speech when he learned that you put someone into a coma

Told you about dont do that or that or this when it is this that just to make sure you dont disturb cannon

Warms up to you eventually

Keeps you close to help him calm down sometimes

Jessica Drew

Recruited you even though you aren't a spider

Trained you to do combat outside of your powers

Genuinely adopts you

Looks out for you

Defends you against Miguel any day

You helped her name her daughter

You always is there to help her with her pregnancy by checking on the baby's heartbeat and all

If she has a health issue you are always the first she calls (everyone too tbh)

"That's my girl" when you put that one villain you and the others were fighting into a coma.

Lyla

Watches over you every second of everytime because of two things

Miguel or

Just pure curiosity of your powe4s

Reports back to miguel in an instant when you put the villain into a coma

Writes/keeps track of everything she knows about heartrenders

Interviews you with Miguel and Jessica every now and then to aks if you found or learnt anything new about heartrending

[cameoliob]

in your first drawing of the friend group u said that Zavyn is an imp loyalist post war… will he ever cross path again with kallus ??? and if so, how will they react, will they pretend to not know each other ??? would zavyn even recognize kallus ??

This is a VERY rough outline-- i tried to write a little scene but the words werent wording so im just gonna have to explain it out-- so its a little jank but shhhhh

(And if this is your first time hearing of Zavyn, I shall direct you here)

(Obligatory mention that i am bad at spelling and thats my prerogative)

Alright, so this does tie in quite a bit with my personal HCs about what Kallus is doing post war, so you’re gonna have to walk with me here for a sec

I don’t think that Kallus completely retired after the war. He’s too much of a workaholic, he cares too much, he’s not just going to disappear and do whatever he wants forever, so what would he, as an ex imperial who saw the flaws in his ways thanks to educating himself on the empire's wrongdoing, be doing post-war? 

Well, personally, I am a very strong believer that he would be putting a lot of work into THE AMNESTY PROGRAM.

I honestly think that he’d probably be a very important consultant, if not a founding member of the program. (He has friends in powerful places– hell, he’s kinda in a powerful place here– I’d be very shocked if the New Republic didn’t value his opinion on the subject of what to do with all these gd imperials just floating about post-war)

Now, I’d imagine that he’d mostly be working on policy making and such, which would probably allow him to work from home like 90% of the time. (Shout out to HouseHusband Kallus, he is real to me) But the other 10%? I imagine he’d probably have to go to important meetings with the New Republic offworld, review amnesty facilities, ect ect. (Tbh I feel like that’s only like 7% of the time, the other 3% I could see him being a guest lecturer at universities and stuff, but I digress.)

Now we get to the ZAVVYYNNN STUUUFFFF

So, Zavyn was not a real imperial hot-shot. His rank by the end of the war was Senior Lieutenant, which isn't bad, but it's also not incredible by any means, yk? He had a very average career in the empire by all means. Didn't have any catastrophic losses to the rebels, but he also didn't have any ground breaking wins, either. His run in the empire was mediocre by all means. So, as a relatively low-ranking officer with a bland track record, he would probably be one of the many imperials undergoing rehabilitation via the Amnesty program. (Against his will, ofc, hes been in the program for like 5 years and he is NOT changing his mind on jackshit. He is a stubborn, prudjudiced pos who sees no flaw in the empires ways)  

So, I imagine that Kallus is at one of the program facilities, having a grand old time speaking with the facility supervisors and everything, they’re standing in the courtyard yapping it up, when he catches a glimpse of of black hair out of the corner over his eye and– oh god, thats Zavyn. Uh oh. Oh god. Oh jesus christ oh no– so, Kallus, being so very well versed in social interactions (me when I lie) just turns away and acts like he didn’t see a fucking thing. He and Zavyn never got along well, and he doubts they’re going to start now. 

Now imagine Zavyn, and he’s sitting in the courtyard, and he’s in a pissy mood because he always is, when he catches a glimpse of a tall guy with blonde hair out of the corner of his eye. And huh he kind of looks familiar… and at first he’s convinced that he’s going crazy, because the last time he saw Xsandr was nearly two decades ago… and back then he’d had pale skin short hair, he was clean shaven, but this guy he’s looking at now was tanned with freckles, his hair has reached just past his ears, and he’s got a full beard but… he looks… So. Fucking Familiar. 

So, of course, Zavyn does some A+ level eavesdropping (Kallus noticed it immediately. Zavyn lacks subtlety), and does get confirmation that this guy is in fact the same Alexsandr Kallus that he went to the academy with. 

And at first Zavyn is like “oh, so he’s getting locked up here too,” and part of him just wants to know what Kallus got up to during the war, because in the back of Zavyn’s mind,he thinks that maybe, just MAYBE, Kallus had a lower rank than him when the war ended. Zavyn spent YEARS seething over getting rejected from the ISB, and he just NEEDS to know if Kallus flunked out (he is PRAYING that Kallus flunked out.) (he fully thinks thag Kallus is just another recruit to the Amnesty program, dawg has no idea that Kallus is deadass a supervisor here)

So this interaction– or lack thereof– is getting very awkward for Kallus, because he’s noticed Zavyn, and Zavyn has noticed him, and Kallus knows that Zavyn is eavesdropping, but Zavyn doesn't know that Kallus knows that he’s eavesdropping. 

And Zavyn, being raised in the upper levels where he learned the importance of the three N’s (Networking, Negotiation, and Nepotism), decides that there is only one thing to do: approach Kallus with the intent of strong-arming him into small-talk so that Zavyn can figure out what the fuck is going on with his biggest competition.

And so he pulls up with his, "oh, hello, Xsandr, its been SUCH a long time, how have you been :)))))))” 

And Kallus is kind of tweaking because 1. He has not gone by Xsandr in so long who tf is Xsandr, and 2. No goddammit he didn’t want to deal with this today, he’s going the fuck home after this, he wants to see his husband and kid why in goddamn motherfuck is he being forced to interact with Zavyn now… of all fucking people jfc

And Kallus is fully planning on gaslight gatekeep girlbossing his way out of this and pretending like he’s never met an Alexsandr in his entire life, but he's fairly certain Zavyns already got him figured out.

Awkward small talk ensues, Zavyn slowly starts putting the peices together, he probably calls Kallus a traitor, Kallus probably sasses him back, ("you know, i prefer "had a change of heart," but I know that's a mouthful for you-") Zavyn is just seething, he's been having to deal with all this New Republic BS, while this FUCKINNNNGGGG GUUUYYYYYY JUST... JUST CHANGED HIS MIND??? THIS GUY THREW AWAY HIS CAREER AT THE ISB??? AND FOR FUCKING WHAT??? ARE YOU FUCKING--

So Zavyn does have a minor crash out, Kallus is kinda weirded out and just leaves.

And Kallus gets to go home and resume his househusband activities with his doting spouse and his adorable kid, and Zavyn gets to go back to his loveless marriage (can you believe that this loser got married, thats fucking insane), to a woman whos definitely planning on divorcing him and taking the kids (sorry Zavyn, thats what you get for being an asshole ig)

Again, its a very rough idea that i havent thought through all the way, but here we are

[sushis-wild-imagination]

UNDER THE STARS

Seungcheol X Reader

Seventeen Masterlist

Genre: Friends, fluff, domestic

note: Im open to requests!

"(Y/N)! Come out fast" You hear seungcheol's voice call out for you.

"Coming!" You yell as you slip on your shoes and head out.

It was a chilly night, you clutched your jacket. Seungcheol was on break, he came back to his roots, back to the quiet place he grew up in with his grandmother for bit. You were classmates, you ran into him a week after he arrived.

He remembered you and rest was history you and him would meet up every night to take a walk under the stars. It was peaceful. It had been almost two months of him being around and you were getting used to him, a friend to hang out with.

The mental state you were in before he arrived, you could have totally used a friend. You were glad you bumped into him that day and you were grateful he was around.

You would talk about absolutely anything under the night sky.

"Do you miss Seoul?" You ask him after walking a distance in silence.

"A little, I got used to the city life I guess, but this trip definitely brought back a lot of memories"

He had told you before, being nostalgic made him feel like a normal quiet boy again, you were glad you could make me feel that way.

"Remember how in elementary school, this boy, 'proposed' to me and suddenly the whole class was a part of a wedding" you almost got married in elementary school. You laugh thinking about the incident.

"Of course I remember, I even fake cried" he laughs recreating

"He's a hot shot lawyer I heard" you update him randomly. "Really?"

You nod, "yeah, maybe I should've just married him then" you joke and chuckle at the thought.

"I'm way better now" you hear Seungcheol say subconsciously.

“Oh yeah international celebrity SEVENTEEN” You tease him further.

He only chuckles at that. “Your fans definitely love you, I’ve seen a lot of messages on weverse, they’re..” you look for the right words, “passionate”

You walk in silence for a bit looking at the snow around you. You can hear the crickets chirping, it was that silent. Seungcheol leads you to a bench on the trail and you both sit down. You clutch your jacket closer as chills roll down your spine. You look up to Seungcheol looking right back at you. His hands immediately travel to your jacket zipper and he zips it up for you. You were startled a little and jumped back.

“I have something to tell you”

Your heart races, nothing good has ever come out of conversations that start like this. Your heart sinks and your lips go dry.

“What is it?” You look over at him, summoning all courage.

“I have to go back to Seoul tomorrow” he says and as if right on cue you get another chill.

“Are you alright?”

There was a weird silence before you could speak up. You nod at him, letting him know you were alright. A sudden sense of sadness flashes over you. You realise you’ll miss him. You realise how different your lives are. Everything happens at once.

“Thats good, you keep telling me how you miss your members, I’m sure they miss you too” you say half heartedly. As much as you wanted him to return to his family. You didn’t want to let go just yet.

“I’ll miss you” you hear him say. This suddenly didn’t feel like a friend talking to a friend. You look up a little shocked.

“What?”

“I’ll miss you. I wish I could take you with me”

“What are you talking about?” You chuckle nervously.

He gets off the bench and extends his hand for you to hold, gesturing you to get off as well.

“Makes me sad to leave you here (y/n). You’ve become a part of my routine, I don’t like that I have to leave you”

“What are you saying, we’re friends we’ll keep in touch” you playfully and nervously hit his arm, not sure what to expect.

He turns around and stop, he was too close to your face causing you to jump back and falling straight on your butt.

“That hurt” you say slowly getting up and dusting off the dirt on your jeans. Seungcheol helps you up and slithers his arms around your waist as soon as you’re on your feet.

“Phew, is this a drama? What are you doing” your hands are now on his chest.

“I like you, lets date (Y/N)”

You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have a crush on Seungcheol, but the only thing that stopped you before was to not come off as someone that is using him for his name so you never thought of him in a romantic way to even get your hopes up. Now that he said it himself, changed everything for you.

"Im scared" you say and he chuckles.

"Of what?"

You couldn't answer.

"Your fame"

He looks serious. it's a real possibility. His fame is intense and dealing with all the issues that come with it, the distance, the busy schedules it was too much for someone ordinary as you.

"But..." you start, taking a deep breath.

Seungcheol looks expectant.

"I like you"

A smile creeps up his face.

"Then I'll figure out the rest," he puts the strand on your face behind your ear.

"But..."

"How about we just focus on liking each other" he says and that reassures you, cupping your cheek.

That makes you go soft. He's right. There's no point over thinking this. You like each other, that's all that should matter.

"Okay I trust you" you get on your toes and kiss his cheek, it felt cold.

His face turned red while you pull away.

"Good"

[taking-a-breather]

Another Drink: Part 3

Sylvia glares at the man sitting next to her.

Biggest red flag I've ever fucking seen aside from that asshole and thats saying something. 

Sylvia: Hand over the glass or I'm grabbing another. 

Caleb gives a tilt of his head.

Again it's boyish on the surface, but his appearance and real personality are harsh contrasts. 

Caleb: No you won't. Because if you do I'll help Felix escort you out personally. 

Sylvia: And I'm sure you'll make sure I hit the ground on the way out.

Caleb: I'd never do something like that to a civilian. 

The “but” lingers in the air.

She scowls and darts for the glass, but he pulls it out of reach with his evol.

He smiles at her and she gets the urge to slap the expression off of his face.

It's only then that it clicks why he's really doing this. 

He wants her to get into it with him. 

 Maybe even full on attack him because he knows how the Hunters Association works and if they find out she's attacking people at bars…

She'd end up kicked out and her credibility questioned.

Any concerns that she could bring up to the object of his obsession would get immediately brushed off.

This calculating asshole.

She scowls, but tries a different approach despite the unlikely possibility of it working.

Sylvia: Please give me the glass back.

Caleb: I would've if you hadn't put your nose where it doesn't belong. 

Caleb: You don't know anything about me or my relationship with her or what we mean to each other. It's for that reason and more I would never hurt pipsqueak.

Sylvia: But you'd hurt others who wield a threat to your relationship with her and someday, somewhere you might end up hurting the wrong person. Someone she might never forgive you for taking away from her. 

Her hand clenches on her lap. 

It's another fact Sylvia knows all too well. 

She can still see the blood seeping into the floorboards and the white strands of hair dyed red. 

She remembers that blank voidless stare of those once brilliant blue eyes.

She can still hear Lumis's gut wrenching screams, her vocal cords straining so hard, she couldn't speak for days after. 

And she remembers her first boyfriend—the man who caused it all—panting while holding a bat with this sadistic gleam in his eye and a wild smile on his face, repeating the words.

“I did it. I really did it. I finally got one.”

And the way he looked at her baby sister, that grin stretching wider, forever growing.

“And you're next.”

Caleb's voice startles her out of the memory, the voices lost with time fading into the background.

He sounds confused.  

Caleb: Why are you crying?

Shit.

Sylvia rubs at her dampened cheeks with the back of her hand. 

Fuck. 

???: Everything okay over here?

Felix stands in front of them and his brow is furrowed. 

Despite his jokes about her complaining about her breakup with Sylus, she's never actually cried in public before. 

She's never cried in front of anyone aside from Lumi after that day.

Talk about a shitty time to show outward vulnerability. And in front of someone else's obsessive…whatever he is. 

Sylvia: I'm fine. Just accidentally pinched lemon juice into my eye.

Felix: I gave you shots, no lemon involved, shortstack.

Sylvia: Oh, fuck you and your six foot height. 

Felix: Six foot five.

He clarifies to Caleb with a shrug.

Sylvia: Bring out the goddamn measuring tape you goddamn liar.

Felix: I can't be troubled to prove myself while I'm in the middle of work. Can't you see I'm busy?

Sylvia: Then what are you loitering around for then?

Felix: Tears can ruin the varnish. 

He tosses something onto the bar in front of Sylvia and she lifts the offered item up.

Sylvia: Did you seriously just hand me paper towels?

Felix: Sorry we don't offer quality tissue brands here. If you want that, then get out and walk next door. 

Sylvia: Toilet paper would be better than this.

She wags the paper towels at Felix.

Felix: Never say I didn't offer you anything out of the goodness of my heart.

He deadpans and then looks over to Caleb and their gazes meeting, a silent exchange going on between them or something along those lines because neither of them are talking.

Caleb stands up.

Caleb: I'll take her home.

Sylvia: You are not taking me anywhere. 

Felix: He'll make sure you get home safely and as drunk as you are, I don't trust you not to end up in the N109 Zone surrounded by wanderers. 

Sylvia: I'm perfectly fine by myself.

And besides, given what he said earlier, he's liable to hurt her. 

Upon seeing Sylvia's hesitation he adds.

Felix: If you're that worried, keep me on video call. I can't leave the bar otherwise I'd take you home myself.

Felix: And trust me when I say nothing will happen to you. 

She squints at the bartender who retains a neutral expression and then lets out a noise of frustration as she pushes herself away from the bar.

Sylvia: Fine. But if I wind up chopped to Itty bitty pieces because I listened to you I am haunting your bathroom and keeping it occupied with the shower water running.

And with that she huffs before walking out of the bar…

Or more like stumbling but she manages for the most part.

[bee6r]

How Could I Ever Stop Loving You

A/N: A short Carl fic for a nice sunny day 🌻 how could *eye* ~ get it?

Summary: You see Carl for the first time after he gets his eye shot out.

Warnings: Normal TWD gore/violence, angst with fluff at the end

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Abraham had told you to stay in the car when he, Sasha, and Daryl had begun shooting the walkers from the fence. So, laying on the floor of the old, rusted truck is where you stayed, fiddling with your hair and fingers, thinking about what was going on outside, and listening to the gunshots that were echoing around your head.

You hear the others yelling over the noise but can't understand what they are saying. You want to be a part of it, because you know that you are strong enough to, and that, knowing him, Carl would be at the center of it all.

And so, after a few more moments of listening to the gunshots ring out from outside the truck, you decide that outside the truck is where you should be.

The sun hits you almost immediately, and it takes you a moment to adjust after hiding yourself in the darkness. After looking around and narrowing avoiding a walker that had its eyes set on your neck, you spot Abraham and Sasha up in one of the watch towers.

Creeping closer to the fence only enhances every shot from the large guns that the others were using, and you fight the urge to cover your ears with your hands or shoulders and you climb up a tree on the edge of the fence.

"Sasha!" You call out, once you are within shouting distance. "Help me over!" She looks back, startled at first, but her face relaxes.

"Didn't want to miss the action huh?"

"Never," you respond, and she grabs your arms, allowing you safety as you push off the tree and onto the guard tower with her and Abraham.

"Hey shortie," Abraham greets you, not taking his eyes off the houses. As you follow his gaze, you notice just how many walkers had gotten through the fence. Most lay motionless on the ground, but clusters of them still roamed through the streets of the once spotless Alexandria, groaning and dragging their broken feet as they did so. You scrunch your nose, the smell hitting you abruptly. "Pretty nasty huh?" You nod,

"Unbearable."

***

After Daryl sets the lake on fire (I'm sorry I feel like that was so casual), it didn't take long for the rest of the walkers to die, their bodies decomposing before they hit the pavement.

You walk with the others through the gates, and as you look around the burning, but still intact, Alexandria, you feel at home again. Thats when you begin looking for HIM. You had expected him to meet you at the gate like he always did when you went on runs without him, but he was nowhere to be found. Rick is standing with Michonne, and the others are spread out around the town square, catching their breath and talking amongst themselves.

After a few minutes, Sasha goes to Tara, Daryl to Carol, and Abraham to Rosita, which leaves you alone. You walk over to Rick and Michonne, and as you near them, you cock your head to the side, signaling that you want to know where Carl is, but when Rick can't meet your eyes, your stomach drops.

"Where is he?" You ask, you voice faltering and low, "is he okay?" Michonne steps away from Rick, giving him a small nod, and turning towards you, pulling you by the shoulder so that the two of you can talk in private.

"He was-" she pauses, "shot." A cry escapes your lips, which you just barely manage to catch with your hand, muffling it.

"What?"

***

You wake up on the porch swing outside Denise's office, tired and your cheeks stained with tears. Denise had told you to wait until he was awake to see him, because he wasn't stable yet, which only made the pit in your stomach worse. And so, you had waited through the evening until you fell asleep, hoping that you would be able to see him in the morning, but as Denise walks across the porch towards you, you know that you won't be able to.

"Come back tonight," she says, "he should be awake by then." You nod, standing up.

"I'll be back."

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You busy yourself with mindless activities throughout the day. Shower, eat, wash the dishes, play with Judith, go for a walk, clear the walkers, shower again. By the time evening rolls around, and Michonne forces you to eat something for dinner, you feel as if you have lived a hundred years, just waiting for something to happen.

You almost run to Denise's house, knocking quietly at the door, and waiting very impatiently for her to open it. When she finally does, you notice she has a smile growing on her face.

"He's awake," she says simply, opening the door wider, so that you may come in. "And he's been asking for you." You cross the threshold slowly, and round the corner to see him, sitting upright in bed, a bandage wrapped around his forehead and right eye. When he notices you, a smile lights up on his face, and you almost sprint towards him, leaping onto his bed and burying your face in his chest.

"Hi baby," he says, the smile still on his face.

"Hi," you whimper, "I missed you." He chuckles,

"I missed you too." Crawling completely onto his bed, you straddle him, finally pulling away from his chest, only to cup his face and kiss him. He kisses you back, gently at first, but then passionately, only breaking apart a minute later for air.

"Don't ever leave me like that again; promise?" He smiles, kissing you gently again and smiling contentedly into the kiss.

"I promise."

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A/N: ❤❤❤ Let me know if you have any requests! (No promises I will finish them but...)

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[chaggie-supporter]

(Apologies- was meant to post this last week.)

○|PT.11: BOMBED SHOTS|○

Today I was woken up by Angel obnoxiously knocking ok my door.

"Wake up! We're going out!" He called through the door. Out? Where? I swing myself out of bed and open the door.

"Where?" I ask, my voice still groggy with sleepiness.

"Charlie and Vaggie left for heaven, and now we're going to the club with my good pal Cherri!" He responds. Who's Cherri?

"Okay, give me a couple of minutes, I'll meet you in the lobby." I say to him.

"Kay." He responds before leaving my door and back down the stairs. I shut my door and get ready to go out.

In the lobby, I'm greeted by a new face. A one eyed face, with hair that almost sticks up like a lit bomb.

"Cherri, Alex. Alex, Cherri. Now let's go." Angel says. She gives me a scrutinising look, before rolling her eyes and walking to the door, everyone (minus charlie and vaggie as they aren't here) follows her. Did I mention she's holding a massive stack of money? How, I don't know. We take a short walk back in to town, before entering a club called 'Consent'.

Wow. Okay, thats alot of lights. And music. And people. And everything, really. We find a table next to some guys playing poker. They ignore us, we ignore them. Immediately, when we sit, Cherri orders us all a round of shots, to which Angel and Husk cheer.

"I'll admit, Consent is a good name for a sex club." Husk says, and Cherri and Angel have a good laugh.

Now that I think of it? Pentious is staring quite intently at Cherri. Like really, really intently.

Is he blushing?

Niffty has run off. I glance around for her, just to see her playing poker with the lads next to us. What??

"Niffty! Get over here!" I call out to her. She whips her head around, looks at me, smiles weirdly and scuttles back over to us. I turn back to see, that in fact, everyone has moved to sit at the bar front. I make sure Niffty is following me, and make my way to sit beside them, taking a seat beside Husk, just in time to see Pentious approach Cherri.

"Miss Bomb? Cherri? I bought you a shot." He said with a hint of nerves to his voice.

"Why?" She asked back, with a smirk on her face. She's clearly amused at his nerves.

"Because.." He starts, then he yells, "Because I am buying everyone a shot!" Well that's daring. Some randomer shouts back,

"Yes! I love alcohol!". And soon enough another shot is delivered to us all, with Pentious on the paying end. I chug my own. Its strong, and it has a citrus-y aftertaste. It still burns, but less.

"Hey, kid. Ya want some 'a these?" A heavy Austrailian accent says beside me. I turn around to see Cherri bomb holding a pill beside me. Angel also sees, and his eyes widen.

"Cherri! You can't give a minor that!" He yelled with a hint of annoyance.

"Oh come on Angie! He can handle it!" She called back.

"No! Your not giving him that!"

"Fine." She said with annoyance before rolling her eyes and pocketing the pill. Husk rolls rolls his eyes at the whole event, but says nothing.

We order more shots, I start to feel a bit dazed. After a while, Angel looks around and yells,

"Where's Niffty!" He then spots her 'cleaning' a table that people were sitting at. Really, she's knocking full pints into a black bag. Angel runs over, and apologises, and gives them money. He then chases Niffty around the whole bar.

"Cherri? Would you like to do.. a sssex with me?" Pentious asks her. Oh my lord.

"And why would I want to do that?" She responds.

"Because.. I am doing a sex with everybody here!" He yelled. Oh my lord. He then gets dragged away by 20 people. I wish him luck.

Angel comes back with Niffty and drops her into Husk's fur. He looks annoyed abd confused, but before he gets to speak, Angel does.

"Leave her be. She's wasted." He says.

Everything else is a blur, but I remember Niffty running off once more and Angel goes to chase her, just to run into apparently his boss. We watch at a distance, but Cherri looks ready to step in if needed. The two are arguing, and it's not looking good. "Who is that?" I ask Husk. "That's Valentino. Angel's boss. Not a good guy." He responds.

Then we all witness Valentino slap Angel so hard that his nose bleeds and he lands in a heap on the ground. Jesus. Val walks over him and gives him what I assume is an empty threat, but we can't actually hear, and walks out.

Angel stands up, and covers his bloody nose with his hand.

"That asshat." Cherri says.

"Leave it. It was worth it." Angel responds, and begins to walk off.

"Good job, kid." Husk says, and puts a hand on Angel's back. Cherri gives us all a short goodbye, before entering a room with a random guy, much to Pentious' devastation.

[slyth-princess]

This is part one of my live blog post of RWRB. I’ll put it below the cut to avoid spoilers but if you want to see my mildly incoherent screaming… we’ll, this is the place lol!

Happy viewing friends.

- I love that they listed Alex and Nora as the first “who’s who” lol.

- Lol at Alex trying to ditch the reception

- My boy is jealous of Henry 😭

- Didn’t even make it in the door without downing a glass of champagne lol

- “When the revolution happens it will because of this wedding”

- Bea and Nora are amazing already

- Omg Bea didn’t even let Nora meet Henry before she stole her away

- Oh man Alex. You need to slow down love.

- Henry is dying

- Oh so THATS how he got the icing on his hand

- “We are the same height!”

- This is the best possible music for this scene, I can’t

- Fucking Bea “oh” as she’s trying not to die

- That intro was perfect. And I love these graphics at the start.

- Alex’s joke still sends me

- My darling Uma, that accent though, hunny

- “I was out polling the spice girls”

- The buttercream summit 😂😂😂

- Yay Alex is still smart and political!

- Alex and Ellen’s relationship is amazing. And Zahra is amazing.

- “Mitch McConnell eating a banana” “We’d ship the ashes to Heathrow” “No one in their right mind would give you a gun”

- These quotes are everything

- Oh my god Jonathan 😂😂😂 (“That’s my son your talking about”)

- Jesus Christ Henry is so fucking hot in that car. And in those sunglasses.

- I’m obsessed with how Henry says Alex’s name.

- Alex is already turned on and no one will convince me otherwise

- Henry is trying so hard to look uncomfortable because he’s angry and not because he’s in love

- The long pause before the “yup” lol

- Henry doing his best to not roll his eyes constantly lol

- “It happens more often than you think in the palace” oh my GOD Henry

- FIRSTPRINCE AROUND KIDS

- Oh god the fucking closet scene

- Alex’s fucking glare and Henry’s guilt and their fucking proximity I’m dead

- “You could have helped me and you didn’t”

- I’m glad they are getting so much of this out in the open and the little changes in the narrative are amazing

- ALEX AS A STRAWBERRY IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED BY HEART EGES OH MY FUCKING GOD

- First complaint, that we didn’t get the conversation in the hospital

- WAS HE LOOKING AT HIS LIPS OH GOD

- I love his dad so much 😭

- That fucking shot was BEAUTIFUL

- MIGUEL OMG FLIRTING AND GETTING ASKED OUT WTF

- No. No. No one says eyelashes but Henry. Go away.

- His little smile when Henry texts him 😭😭😭

- Busting up in class. Running through the park. The GIF. CORNBREAD!

- “Perhaps this conversation”

- God I really am obsessed with them having all the conversations with them in the same room and not. God. The two of them looking at each other even though we know they aren’t.

- “Have I surprised you in any way” I’m fucking dead

- THEY DONT WANT TO GET OFF THE PHONE MY GOD

- There are some lines I’m sad we didn’t get so far but I’ll survive

- Alex has so much ambition, I love him

- “People like him more than they like you” “well they wouldn’t if they knew him”

- I do wish they had gotten to the party a little slower. It is going to make what comes next feel a little rushed.

- Pez is fucking everything

- A whole party of people and Alex only has eyes for Henry. A girl asks him to dance and he tries to bring Henry Jesus Christ. And then he watched him the whole time.

- AHHHHH THEY FUCKING GOT THE SONG

- Henry is drinking out of the fucking bottle lol and his little dad dancing

- Oh god fuck me the staring across the dance floor with everything slowing down and they just stare I cannot

- Even though I knew it’s still so hard to watch Henry’s puppy dog face get so sad

- “Who would you be?” “I’d be a writer, live in Paris, certainly date more.”

- God the kiss. The fucking kiss. I’m dead. It was even better than I expected s. Henry’s hands playing with Alex’s hair. Alex leaning in and totally kissing back. Alex watching him walk away. I’m not alive.

- I legit watched that kiss like 7 times

- Alex misses him so bad 😭😭😭

- “So… funny thing happened on NYE” lololol

- “More like the first 50 rows of a Gaga concert kind of gay”

- Pez and Nora… cuuuute

- I am missing the gay panic and Nora’s reaction

- Wtf does Alex’s rugby vs football mean? Lol

- I like this but they probably should have kept June and Nora separate because I think the two different personalities mattered

- I do appreciate the easy acceptance but I do miss Alex being totally ignorant to himself lol

- This is good but I do think they nerfed Alex’s character a bit

- Alex totally ignoring a topic he actually cares about in favor of Henry is adorable

- THE FUCKING RED ROOM ALEX BABY YOY AGE SO AWKWARD

- THE MAKEOUT OH GOD THAT WAS SO HOT

- “Are you still?” “Like Stonehenge.” “His Royal Hardness.”

- The ass grab I fucking CANT

- “Yeah, tell me”

- Henry is so fucking into this. He’s gobsmacked. He legit froze for like 5 whole seconds.

- Alex is so confident and Henry is so here for it

- The classic “this changes nothing” of a RomCom. Of my sweet summer children.

- Alex is way less shocked by the when than expected.

- Oh god the little whimper. I’m unwell.

- WE STAN A BI KING

- “Are they known for their homosexual tendencies?”

- Jesus the way they look at each other. And Alex’s look when he says it has to be casual. Dear fucking god.

- They are so sweet and so awkward I love them

- Henry is so sarcastic I adore him

- Henry’s little head shake when he left the room. And he looked so FUCKING HOT in that doorway. Gawwwwd.

- Alex looking at him playing polo. Me too, babe. Me too.

- I loved the way they did the polo hookup was amazing

- They have so much fucking chemistry oh my god

- “He is” OH MY FUCKING GOD

- They are so good together. They play off each other so well.

- Alex wants to grab his hand so bad when he’s sad

- “Can he ever belong to someone else?” My poor baby 😭😭😭

- I need the picture of them in front of the window with the Eiffel Tower in front of them

- “I think we should make love tonight.”

- This scene is everything. They are so sweet together. And so flirty. God I love them so much.

- Oh my god. Oh my god. I have no words. This scene is everything. They managed to make that hot and romantic and sweet and everything it should be.

- This conversation after is so damn sweet

- And that right there is a man in love. He’s so happy. His little smile on the plane. God I’m so glad I know how it ends.

- I know the scene between Alex and his mom is heavy but I’m also dying over Alex in that Henley. He looks gorgeous.

- I’m really glad Ellen came around fast. And I’m glad he’s going to Texas.

- I don’t love the fact that his parents are married. And now I’m pretty sure the lake house is going to be very different. Though I do love how active he is.

- The emails. THE EMAILS.

- HE CALLED HIM DEAR

- “And then I want to lick it off”

- I’m obsessed with how important Alex is in this

- Ah. I see it now. It’s going to be Miguel who outs them.

- The way Henry looks at him when Alex says he hasn’t seen the movie he loves. They are so damn cute.

- “Where IS she?”

- She’s legit crawling all over the furniture. Zahra is so funny.

- “Technically I’m the spare” these idiots

- “You, little Lord Fuckleroy” 😂😂😂

- How was that scene even funnier in the movie 😂😂😂

(Pausing here because this post is a monster)