#give me your craziest requests I wanna do :)

[grassyhorizon45]

Party Games.

Poly!Marauders x DiD!Reader enjoying their time with the gang.

Warnings: None :D just a butt load of fluff.

Words: 361

“Never have I ever……”

“Remy, c-can I not play this one…”

Y/n had pulled him aside, evidently uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?” James came over too.

“She doesn’t feel like playing,” Remus explained.

“Ngaw, baby… It’s just a game. Plus, no one will judge.”

Remus nodded in agreement.

Y/n didn’t wanna upset them by pushing her refusal further. 

She sat down back where the others were, leaning on a semi-concerned Sirius.

“You okay?” He had asked.

“Mm.”

The laughs of Lily, Barty and the others rang through the room.

“Okay, okay. My turn,” Marlene said. “Never have I ever drunk called or texted someone in this room”

Barty, Sirius and even Regulus took a sip from their champagne filled glasses.

Y/n closed her eyes, she had never been drinking and only occasionally had alcohol at parties. It made her head all fuzzy sometimes, triggering the switching mechanism her brain had would be a hassle for her boyfriends in the end.

The following questions were irrelevant too. Y/n kept her eyes closed, not wanting to know who had made out with who before.

“I’m not being a kill-joy r-right?” she asked Sirius at some point.

He shook his head subtly and whispered a gentle “no” in her ear.

“Never have I ever wanted a dog growing up,” Said Sirius on his turn.

“Y/n turned to look at him. He was a little drunk, yes… but that one was entirely off topic.

She slowly took a sip from her still full cup and smiled when her boyfriend pranced around as a black dog, letting everyone who took a sip pat him on the head before returning to sit back next to her.

Y/n passed her turn, not having a topic in mind. She was starting to just enjoy the company at this point, relishing the joy in the room.

“Love, we’re gonna play truth or dare. Is that okay with you?” Sirius whispered.

She didn’t respond, fast asleep as she leaned on Sirius for support.

“Maybe it’s bedtime for the bunny, hm?” Remus smiled at the sight.

James looked at the time…

“I think it’s bedtime for us all.”

[yxngbxkkie]

i had the craziest hurt-comfort idea omg! thought maybe you’d be interested

so like chan and mc broke up. but they keep showing up at each other’s place to return things. like first it’s her showing up unannounced to give him his hoodie (that he left on purpose for her as a parting gift). and she accidentally maybe leaves her airpods at his place. and then he shows up to return them to her. and the next day she’s like “oh i found this random notebook that you haven’t used, but i thought maybe you wanted it back”

and like both of them know they’re just finding excuses bc they don’t really want to let go. and are looking for excuses to see each other instead of just having a conversation about how they want to keep working on their relationship. but neither of them want to admit it because they’re both scared the other is done. and it’s like ironic because a lack of communication is what caused their relationship to break down.

idk i just thought it was the perfect angst-to-fluff story, if you wanna write it 🤗

not ready for goodbyes (b.c)

thank you so much for requesting this! i really loved the idea, and i do hope i've captured it justice! let me know what you guys think 🤭🤧

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

It's been almost three weeks since the breakup. Three weeks of crying yourself to sleep, wondering what went wrong. You stand in your bedroom, staring down at the hoodie Chan left here. Your vision blurs as tears begin to pool. You tilt your head up, blinking rapidly so the tears don't fall.

You bunch up the hoodie quickly, stuffing it into a plastic bag. You decided to bring it back to him. The memories it brings are starting to become too much for you.

After taking a cab over to Chan's apartment building, you find yourself standing outside of his door. Your fingers fumble with the bag in your hands, taking a deep breath. You raise a fist, preparing yourself to knock when the door opens up.

Both yours and Chan's eyes widen as soon as they meet. You give him a shy wave before dropping your arm. “Hi,” you greet him and lift the bag in your hands. “Uhm, you left this at my place. And, I know it was your favorite.”

Chan's eyes drift down to the bag, seeing his hoodie sitting inside of it. “Oh,” his lips frown, pushing the bag back to you. “I wanted you to keep it.”

“Why? I… I can't keep this, Chan,” you're confused, shaking your head. “It's been almost a month, and I can't move on if this is around. It hurts too much to have.”

He swallows the lump in his throat, not wanting you to move on from him. He knows it's selfish to think, but he can't help it. Especially since he's still in love with you.

“There's no way I can convince you to just keep it,” he mumbles sadly, touching the bag with his fingertips.

“Is there a reason you won't take it back?” You ask in a whisper, loud enough for him to hear. You watch Chan's demeanor change, his dark eyes becoming glossy.

“I just… I don't want you to forget me. Us,” he mentions while bringing a hand to his face, scratching his nose.

Your heart clenches in your chest, tearing your gaze away from him. “If you didn't want me to forget, you wouldn't have left me,” you tell him, giving him the bag. “I hope life treats you well, Channie.”

He stands still as he watches you leave. Tears slipped past his eyes, looking down at the hoodie. He grips the bag tightly, chucking it further into his apartment.

Guilt eats him alive as he closes his door. He rests his forehead on it, releasing a deep, shaky breath. The only reason why he let you go is because of the company. He didn't get a choice in the matter.

“Chan hyung?” Jisung's voice, snapping Chan from his thoughts. He turns to see his younger friend standing near the couch, his brows furrowed in concern. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine,” he lies, faking a smile. “I'm going to go to the studio for a bit, okay?” Jisung nods his head, knowing that his leader is lying to him.

~

You wipe the tears from your cheeks, keeping your eyes glued to your television screen. It's been a few days since your last interaction with Chan. You hate that giving him back his hoodie didn't stop the memories in the slightest.

Almost every night before bed, you think of the past two years together. You think about how happy the two of you were. How did we get here?

The rain loudly patters against your window, making you look over. You stand up from your couch, walking over to the window. The city lights have you in awe, always loving the way it looked at night.

Your doorbell goes off, snapping you from your daze. You glance over your shoulder, not expecting anyone at this hour. It goes off again, and you quietly make your way to your front door.

You open the door, and your heart stops for a hot second. Chan stands on the other side, soaked, head to toe. “Chan, what are–”

“Can I come in, please?” He asks, lips shivering at how cold he is.

“Yeah, yeah, come in,” you mumble, not really thinking. You open the door further, allowing your ex-boyfriend to come inside. You rush towards your room, grabbing your brother's night clothes, which he left behind. You bring it out to him, offering to dry his clothes for him.

Chan’s breath catches in his throat, eyeing the men's clothing you're holding. Whose are these? Are you seeing someone? He thinks to himself, grabbing the clothes from your hand.

“Eunwoo visited the other day,” you tell him, hugging yourself. “You remember my older brother, right?”

“Of course I remember,” he mutters, relieved that they belong to him. “Let me get changed real quick.”

You nod your head, moving to sit back on the couch after tossing his clothes into the dryer. You pause the movie you're watching, not believing that Chan's in your apartment right now.

You tuck some hair behind your ears as Chan walks back into the living room. He sits down on the couch beside you, an object in his hands.

“Why are you here?” You ask him, tucking your knees into your chest.

Chan turns his head to look at you, holding out your headphones. “I found these the other day. They were at the studio. You must've left them the last time you visited,” he explains, keeping eye contact with you.

“I never realized I left them there. I'm sorry,” you mumble, taking your headphones from his hand. Silence fills the space between you, both of you refusing to look at one another.

“It's okay. I'm sorry I didn't return them sooner,” he mentions, shifting in his seat.

You shake your head, giving the man a small smile. “It's okay. Especially if I didn't even realize that they were missing,” you chuckle, playing with your fingers.

Chan breathes a sigh of relief, sitting back against the couch. “Okay, good,” he glances towards you, admiring your soft features. Shit… “You're so pretty.”

Your breath hitches, and you snap your head towards him. His eyes widened, and the tips of his ears were red. “I'm sorry?” You mutter nervously, feeling your heart pound against your chest.

“God, I'm so sorry,” Chan cringes, hiding his face in his hands. He rubs his face a couple of times before running his fingers through his hair. “I'm sorry I can't just leave your life. I wish you didn't return the hoodie to me. I don't want to be apart.”

You feel like you've got whiplash as your ex rambles beside you. You can see the tears in his eyes as he continues to tell you that he's sorry. You bring a hand to his chest, capturing his attention. You slowly rub his chest, wanting his racing heart to calm down.

“One thing at a time,” you tell him. He nods his head as you shift closer to him. “If you didn't want to be apart, why did you leave?”

Chan reaches out to grab the hand on his chest, squeezing it softly. “The company made me,” he whispers loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart breaks at what he said, a frown etching its way on your lips. “Really? That's the reason? It's not because you don't love me anymore?” You ask him, bringing your conjoined hands to your lap.

“I've never stopped loving you, baby. There will never be a time when I don't love you. You make me so happy, Y/N. I… I wanted to marry you,” he cries, licking his dry lips.

Tears slide down your cheeks, trying to wrap your head around the new information. “You wanted to marry me?” You ask, your free hand picking at the shirt he's wearing.

Chan releases your hand before cupping your cheeks. His thumbs wipe your tears as the two of you stare at one another. “Of course I did, baby. You're my person, you know? I'm so in love with you. I don't want anyone but you,” he sighs, caressing your cheek. “I'm sorry for causing you pain.”

“Maybe,” you pause, leaning in closer while melting at his touch, “maybe we can get back together when your company allows it?”

His eyes search yours, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. “I can't ask you to wait for me. You don't deserve that,” Chan shakes his head.

“If losing you now allows me to have you in the future, I'll do it. I don't want anyone else, Chan. I just want you,” you reason with him, moving your body to straddle his hips.

Chan swallows thickly, adjusting his body so you're both comfortable. He pursed his lips while taking you in. Your hands gently rub his pecs, making his head spin a little.

“Maybe we can see each other behind closed doors,” he offers a new idea, his hands resting on your thighs.

Your heart beats wildly. “You'd do that?” You ask him, knowing the consequences that'll happen if you get caught. “What if we get caught?”

“We won't. I'm very good at keeping secrets,” he mentions with a smirk. You know he's not wrong. Being the leader of Stray Kids has sculpted his secret keeping skills. Chan sits up, reducing the distance between you. “What do you say?”

Your fingers comb through his hair, resisting the urge to kiss him. “I think I can do that. We'll just have to set some boundaries for the public,” you nod your head, nudging his nose with yours.

“Done deal, baby,” he grins, tilting his head a smidge to kiss you.

The kiss doesn't last very long. You pull back before wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “I missed you,” you whisper into his ear, sniffling. Knowing that Chan can officially but unofficially yours makes you cry a bit. “I love you.”

Chan coos, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I missed you too, baby. You have no idea,” he sighs, pulling back to look at you. “I love you too, Y/N.”

You press a chaste kiss on his lips and smile fondly. “Stay with me tonight?” You ask, wanting just a little more time with him.

“I'm all yours.”

~

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[outlaw-apologist]

Saved By The Gang | RDR2 x Reader

In which your SO saves you from your kidnappers! This was a request from AO3 :) Characters: Arthur, Hosea, Dutch, Sean, Charles GN!Reader Warnings for each story: Arthur: Graphic depictions of violence, cannibalism, and dismemberment Hosea: Graphic depictions of violence and human trafficking Dutch: Graphic depictions of violence, Dutch being himself Sean: Depictions of violence, use of strong language Charles: Graphic depictions of violence. Implied SA Notes: I kinda ended up writing these more from the characters POVs, so I hope that’s okay. I apologize for any errors of if my writing is bad. I’ve been struggling with insomnia so I'm not thinking great rn. I looked at this so much I kinda hate it lmao so I’m just gonna raw dog my mistakes :’) AO3 Link Arthur: Arthur had been gone for awhile doing the craziest things. He didn’t mean to be away from camp for so long, it just kinda happens. He decided to stop in Van Horn to finish up some quick business when he noticed your horse. Was it really-? Arthur’s eyes narrowed as he studied the markings on the horse’s coat. That definitely was your horse but you weren’t the one in the saddle. “Hey there partner.” Arthur made quick work crossing the road with long purposeful strides. “Where’d you get that there horse?”

The rider looked a bit flustered. “Isn’t’e a beaut? I found it just due south of Roanoke Valley all alone. Rider abandoned it so I thought I outta take ‘em in and give ‘em some good old lovin’.” “Roanoke Valley you say?” He scoffed. What the hell would you be doing up there? “Well, I know the owner of this fine horse and they wouldn’t just go off and leave like that. Where exactly did you find it?” “Listen Mister, I don’t want any trouble.” Agitation arose in the rider causing Arthur to throw his hands up in surrender. “No trouble here. I couldn’t care less about the horse. I just wanna make sure my friend is okay.” After careful consideration the stranger finally shrugged. “I found it drinking at the Kamassa river Northwest of Annesburg.” “Thank ya kindly.” Arthur tipped his head graciously. He hadn’t been up in that area before but the stories he heard weren’t great. This undoubtedly meant trouble. Arthur hardly mounted his horse before a bit of gossip reached his ears. “Another wagon disappeared near the mines. This time three women went missing.” “It’s gotta be that Murfree Brood. I heard they eat anyone they capture. Incestuous cannibals the lot of ‘em. Doubt we’ll ever see those poor women again.” “Shit!” A growl ripped from Arthur’s throat. His heels dug into his horse’s sides and he slapped the reigns. What if that were you? Kidnapped with those women? He needed to find you and fast. “C’mon Y/N. You better not be dead.” His heart pounded in his chest, wind whipping past as he cut off other riders on the trail in haste. He didn’t mean to be gone for so long… Away from YOU for so long… He always thought you understood it. His need to be everywhere and anywhere. And you did… You do… Yet, somehow, regret was eating at him like a deranged wolf. Snapping at the back of his mind, replaying memories upon memories of him returning to your arms after being away for ages. Arthur took for granted that you’d always be there when he gets back. He shouldn’t have left you as much as he does. He should have asked you to come with him. If you had business up in this region he could have been there to protect you. That horse is your world, he knows that. Maybe that’s why his mind was racing with so many regrets and thoughts.  That horse is your everything, if you weren’t on that horse you were probably seriously injured… or worse. That realization put a lot into perspective. It was always ‘What if I never return to Y/N?’ and never ‘What if Y/N never returns to me?’ “C’mon Morgan. Keep it together.” He had to shake these stormy thoughts away. Was it possible that he’d find you alright? Maybe a mild injury? Absolutely. But fuck, if it didn’t give him so much anxiety. Upon reaching the approximate area Arthur slowed his horse using gentle praises. “Easy now.” He reached out to pet it appreciatively, allowing his body filled with tension to drop down. Blue green eyes squinted while searching for clues or any sign of his beloved. Luckily Arthur picked up a few things while bounty hunting and it only took him ten or so minutes to find footprints he thinks matches yours. While following them he started noting how far apart your steps were. You were running. ‘Running from what?’ “Christ.” Arthur’s nose wrinkled just as the wind carried over the scent of rotting flesh. Sure enough there was a dead fellow not far from your tracks. The bullet casings surrounding the corps were definitely from your gun. Was this one of the cannibals? Arthur moved the body, flipping it over using his foot. He looked malnourished and white as paper. Even his clothes were rags. Arthur wasn’t really sure exactly what a cannibal looked like but if he had to take a guess, a cannibal would look like this feller right here. “Fuck, Y/N. What’ave you gotten yourself into?” Those sinking thoughts were back, dragging him into a pit of despair. Would he find your half eaten corpse somewhere in the woods? Are you still alive? Were you scared? You’re a shit significant other, Morgan. That’s what he told himself over and over again, shifting trough the bramble. What kind of man doesn’t know what his lover is up to? If he wasn’t so far up the ass of being ‘Arthur Morgan the big bad Outlaw’ he would know. Regret. Regret for not holding you in his arms every night. For not returning to you more often. He should have had more time with you. Should’ve spent every waking moment with you. How could he be so dense? This life was dangerous! He always stressed that to everyone who would listen. So why didn’t he spend all of his free time with you? None of you knew when your last breath would be taken, how could he waste so much precious life away from you? That fear only grew when those scared eyes focused on the disturbing image of human arms sewn together into some kind of hanging tree ornament. A gloved hand covered his mouth to suppress a gag. Gore wasn’t something that usually affected Arthur, but the thought that this could be you made him feel ill. At least he knew he was going in the right direction. It wasn’t long before he stumbled upon a couple of the Brood. He couldn’t hear the exact words being said because his ears immediately attuned to your cries of pain. Creeping closer in the grass, hand on his holster, Arthur grit his teeth at the scene playing out before him. Never in his life had he felt so much white hot rage. One of the sick fucks held you by the hair while another tried to pin you down. “We’re just gonna cut yer leg off!” He laughed. “What’re ya cryin’ for?” “No!” You screamed, desperately trying to fight against them. For three nights you watched in horror as the others captured were slaughtered, tortured, and eaten. Carved like Thanksgiving turkeys. For three whole nights you couldn’t sleep, drink, or eat because you were so terrified of these monsters. They saw how scared you were and they loved it. Milking every second of it. Because of your exhausted state fighting against them was grueling. “You killed our brother, it’s only fair.” A scream ripped through you just as your flesh tore against the blunt blade of a rusty sickle. “Get away!” Everyone froze, heads snapping towards the all too familiar voice. “Arthur?” “Y/N.” Arthur caught your gaze, a look of relief washing over him. You’re alive! “Hey! Who do you think you are coming hea-” The Brood member pulling your hair didn’t have enough time to finish his sentence before his head was blown off with a crackling BANG! Silence rang out after the loud pop from Arthur’s gun, then the mans body dropped. “You shot my brother!” “And I’ll shoot you too if you don’t get the fuck outta here!” With a click of his cattleman revolver, the last man scrambled up to run. “Too slow.” A dirty finger squeezed the trigger and down he fell. You simply stared as everything unfolded before you, your cries not subsiding but becoming much quieter. After all your pain and torment… All those people gutted like human sacrifices… Arthur killed your captors so easily. “Y/N.” His voice was gentle as he knelt beside you. Finally you shattered. Sobbing violently as soon as his arms enveloped you securely. You wanted to say his name. To tell him everything that had happened but couldn’t manage anything past blubbering incoherently. Never had Arthur felt so much heartbreak. Not from any loss or any breakup he had experienced so far. You’re one of the strongest people he knew. Seeing you look so small and afraid was devastating. Especially because this should have never happened to begin with. “I know.” Was all he could say. “Shhh, I know. You’re okay.” While embracing you with one arm he peered over to inspect your thigh. “I know darlin’, I don’t wanna let you go but I need to stop the bleeding.” He quickly hushed the whimper that passed your lips upon feeling his body shift away. Arthur’s fingers trembled, fumbling with his bandanna. Christ, this affected him more than he ever could’ve imagine. It took a minute but finally he managed to tie it above your wound to limit your bloodflow before immediately picking you up. Arthur made sure you could hide your face in his chest so you didn’t have to look at any of the hanging dismemberments on your way out. “God Y/N.” His arms around you were tight. “It’s okay. I’ll protect you. It’s okay now.” He tried to console you. To console himself. Hell, if he were in your shoes this would be more traumatizing for him than the Colm O’Driscolle ordeal. He could only imagine how you feel. Arthur couldn’t even bring himself to sit you on his horse yet. The moment you were in fresh woods he dropped to his knees and held you. Rocking you, kissing your hair and breathing in your scent. Sweet nothings fell from his lips in soft shaky whispers. Pads of calloused thumbs wiping away every tear from your cheeks. All you could do was cry and cling to him. All he could do was hold you as if it were for the last time. And it almost was. The last time. “How’d you find me?” After what seemed like hours of you two embracing each other, Arthur finally helped you onto his horse and you were on your way back to camp. “Saw some feller in Van Horn ridin’ your horse. Complete coincidence.” Arthur could feel how tense that statement made you so he added quickly, “Don’t worry. I’ll get your horse back. I just wanted to make sure you were safe first.” “Thank you, Arthur. For everything.” “I know how much you love that horse, it’s nothin’.” “No, I mean… Thank you for always being there when I need you.” Silence washed over the both of you. Arthur didn’t know how to respond. “I’m sorry darlin’.” You could feel him arm gently tighten around you in a loose hug. “I could’ve lost you tonight. I got to thinkin’ and… I know I haven’t been the best to you. I always prioritize everyone else. It shouldn’t be like that.” “Oh Arthur-” “I’m serious. I’ve lost Mary and Eliza. Most of my friends are long cold in their graves. I don’t know nothin’ about gods or divine intervention. Don’t know if something led me to you or not this time around….. I guess I was always feelin’ sorry for you because you’re datin’ a walkin’ target. Thought some space between us might do us some good in case I die. Never did I once consider life without you.” Arthur let out a hollow laugh which lacked any mirth or warmth. “What a fool I’ve been. I ain’t never learn my lesson. Tonight showed me that, that’s for damn sure. I dunno what you were doin’ out here but for now on if I leave camp I’m not going anywhere without you.” An exhausted smile reached your lips. “Good. My handsome man, it’s always been you and me. You just had to ask.” “You and me, huh? I like the sound of that.” You fell asleep in Arthur’s arms long before you reached camp. Arthur held you when you arrived, petting your hair as Ms. Grimshaw stitched up your leg. Arthur was needy after your attack. He never let you out of his sight and would always insist on holding you. Especially during nightmares that plagued you for months after the accident. Arthur stayed up singing to you and rocking you for many many long nights. And, of course, he got your horse back! How he did it or by what means, you didn’t care to ask. Slowly life returned to normal and the incident was long behind you both. Arthur kept his promise to take you everywhere until the very end. ___ Hosea: Five minutes. He took his eyes off of you for FIVE minutes so he could speak to the owner of a fence in San Denis while you waited for him outside, and you were gone. “Y/N?” He called out in confusion, scanning the sidewalks and streets for any sign of you. At first he’s annoyed. Did you wander off without saying anything? Hosea waved over the nearest group of men lingering nearby. “Good day. You wouldn’t happen to have seen my associate hanging around out here, would you? They seemed to have disappeared.” One of the men nodded. “Oh yeah, some nasty business I tell ya.” Well shit. “Nasty?” Hosea cocked his head, resting his hand over his holstered gun. “How so?” “These crazies came and bonked them over the head, saying they owed money or somthin’. Decided to mind my own business because they’re all brandishing guns.” “Money, huh? What way did they go?” “That way.” He pointed Eastward. “Towards the docks.” Tipping his hat, Hosea made his way down the sidewalk. He looked both ways before crossing the road, grabbing onto the trolley as it passes, riding the step until he reached the docks. The sun was setting but he knew your form like the back of his hand. It wouldn’t be too hard to spot you against the fire of the sky. However, you nor the supposed men were anywhere in sight. “Excuse me.” He flagged down a sailor and asked him if he’s seen you. He had not. Neither had the other five people he asked. Hosea knew this wasn’t good. The trail ran cold, leaving him hopeless.  There was nothing he could do but return to Shady Belle with a heavy heart. As your husband he was always supposed to protect you. Never in a million years did he think you’d be snatched away right under his nose. Mounting Silver Dollar, Hosea struggled to hold his tears at bay. The city was starting to suffocate him and he needed to leave in order to breathe and think. The weight of the world was finally settling into his old bones on the ride back. The horror the gang had experienced the last few months was devastating. The Blackwater incident aside – Arthur’s escape from Colm, Sean’s death, little Jack’s kidnapping…. Dutch wasn’t listening to reason anymore. The gang was in shambles and now… He let out a defeated sob, hanging over his horse for privacy. What was he supposed to do without you? You’re all he has left. His entire world. What if he wouldn’t be able to find you? It all happened so quickly. To think only an hour ago you were fixing his shirt collar, hanging on his arm with a smile on your face and now POOF! Gone. This was the last drop in the bucket for Hosea. Suddenly he couldn’t stop his tears no matter how hard he tried. He was tired. So god damn tired. Silver Dollar slowed to a stop just off the road. If anyone who passed-by peered close enough through the darkness they could make out the silhouette of a broken man with his head in his hands. He kicked himself for stalling your rescue. Precious time finding you, wasted. By the time he made it back to camp it was late into the night. Dragging himself up the stairs of Shady Belle he knocked on the door to Dutch’s room. Candlelight could be seen flickering through the crack of the doorway leading to Hosea believe he must still be awake. Silence. He knocked again, this time Hosea could hear the bed squeak. “You better have a good reason to disturb me.” Those words flew sharply through the cold humid air. “Dutch…” Hosea would have cursed himself for sounding so… weak. Calling out his friend’s name with a wavering voice. It was noticeable enough to immediately draw Dutch’s attention. The bed squeaked under Dutch’s weight then heavy footsteps led to the door. Hosea kept his gaze down, watching Dutch’s shadow as he moved until the door creaked open and the faint candlelight illuminated Hosea in contrast against the inky hallway. “Hosea- What happened?” “Y/N… I don’t know, it all happened so fast.” Wrapping an arm around Hosea, Dutch led him inside, guiding him to sit. “What happened to Y/N?” “I was looking for a buyer for the bonds we have left, asked them to wait outside because I was just going to be a moment. I stepped out and Y/N was gone. Apparently a group of men took them towards the docks. I tried not to arouse suspicion, I-… Maybe I should’ve gotten there faster, I don’t know…” He shook his head as if to clear it. “Y/N wasn’t there. I may have been too late.” “Someone just took them? In broad daylight?” “Just like that.” Hosea snapped his fingers. “Somethin’ aint right.” Rubbing his chin quizzically, Dutch began pacing the room. “Y/N isn’t stupid, they would’ve screamed or something. You really didn’t hear anything?” He paused to watch Hosea shake his head. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Staring down at his hands, Hosea slowly uncurled his fingers, watching the light dance over his palms. “It was a setup.” “It was a setup.” His friend repeated. “But by who?” “Could be Milton.” “I don’t think so. He’s a thorn in our side. If it were Milton he would’ve showed up in our camp already. Waving Y/N around like a prize.” “That’s very true…” Hosea only looked up when he heard Dutch abruptly halt. “It can’t be….” “What?” “Perhaps… Bronte had a hand in this? I don’t think we’ve done anything to cross him but he’s the only man in the city who could kidnap anyone in broad daylight and not a soul would tell.” He could feel the relief wash through him, the possibility bringing him a weird sense of comfort. He hoped it was Bronte. That would mean you’re probably safe and sound somewhere just like Jack was. “We’ll get Y/N back, Hosea. Let me pull some strings. We’ll find them.” The strings were pulled quite quickly as Hosea found himself waiting outside yet another fabulous party for Arthur to return. “It wasn’t Bronte.” His heart sank. “It wasn’t? Are you sure?” “Pretty sure.” Arthur leaned against the residential fence while lighting a cigarette. He was gussied up to fit the mood. “Asked around ‘n’ nobody had a clue what I was sayin’. I did, however, get this.” Held out between two fingers was a business card. Interested, Hosea accepted it. “Exotic Imports and… Impurities?” “Human trafficking. They apparently have these masquerade parties where rich folk can bid on people anonymously. I think that’s where Y/N is.” God… Was Saint Denis truly such a shit hole? He knew this place was low, but a human trafficking ring? “Are you sure?” Arthur met Hosea’s gaze with the most sincere look he could muster. “Hosea-” “I know you wouldn’t lie to me dear boy.” “I heard someone mentioning there’ll be an auction there this Friday. They mentioned someone who sounds pretty darn close to Y/N’s description in the lineup. I’ll scope the place out, maybe we can rescue Y/N sooner than that. And if not…” Hosea tucked the card into his pocket. “I guess we’re attending the masquerade.” Arthur knows how much you and Hosea are sweet on each other. How hard it was for Hosea after Bessie’s passing and how you brought life back into him. Arthur would do anything for you. So when he had to scope out where the auction will take place he took the job very seriously. He wanted to get you out as soon as possible if you were really there. The place was heavily armed, much to his dismay. An open window was easy enough to sneak into but getting you out was near impossible. He couldn't even find you. However, in a back room Arthur discovered a pile of discarded clothing. A shoe caught his eye, one he knew you wore often. Before he was able to grab it Arthur had to leave as the area filled with guards. “Y/N is in there alright. Too busy for me to get ‘em.” He reported back upon his return to camp. That’s how Hosea, Dutch, Arthur, Bill, Micah, and Charles found themselves attending one of the most unnerving ‘parties’ in San Denis on a muggy Friday evening. They looked expensive, dressed down to the newest shoes on the market. Each donning their own masquerade mask. The building looked beautiful. Expensive. Guest flooded the entrance. “Guns aren’t allowed at this event.” A doorman held his hands out while the gang handed over their weapons. They weren’t worried. If everything was going according to plan John and Javier should already be inside posing as security. Upon entering the mansion, the gang mingled and sweet-talked everyone they could. Trying to get information, word of your safety, anything. One by one they slipped out of the room to John or Javier who gave their guns back to them before joining the guests in the auction room. The auction room was massive, theatrical even. Women in glorious gowns, men who’s suits cost more than a house, they all gathered with glasses filled with alcohol of their choosing. Chatting and laughing as if they’re about to watch a play. Hosea’s stomach churned. The curtains opened to reveal the first person to be auctioned. It was a young girl trembling and sobbing. He gripped the armrest of his seat, knuckles turning white. One by one these people were being bid on. “7,000 dollars. Do I hear 7,000 dollars? 7,500. 8,000 to the man in white!” All of this stress made him want to down glass after glass of alcohol. If he didn’t need to be clear headed he would’ve. “Next up, folks, is person number 9.” You were shoved onstage. Even though your face was covered he recognized you immediately. Almost a week ago you were idly waiting outside, gazing down at your clothing trying to fix a button when you were struck from behind. Blurry vision greeted you after, god only knows how long you were unconscious. Blinking it away you tried to move but to no avail. Hands and feet bound, you were left alone in a cold room. Little light trickled into your cell. You could hear the cries and pleas of other people who were presumably prisoners too. Every time you tried to snap at or fight against the guards they beat you. They fed you just enough food and water to keep you barely alive. It was hell. Every night you prayed someone would find you. Anyone! Hosea, Arthur- were they looking for you? It had been so long…. “Get up.” You snapped awake with a groan as you were kicked. The guard pulled you up, dragging you to get washed and dressed. Stumbling into a back room after being shoved, you blinked at all the faces staring back at you. These were the people you heard crying at night. “What’s happening?” You whispered. Only one woman was brave enough to speak up. Her low voice shook with emotion. “They’re selling us.” “What!?” “Be quiet or I’ll make you quiet!” A guard snarled at you, causing you to shy away. For hours you listened silently to the auction from backstage. Was this really happening? It felt so surreal. Fear filled you as the line moved forward until you were next. A bag was forced onto your head so you couldn’t see. Fingers dug into your arms, you could feel yourself being dragged onto the stage, causing you to stumble. “Next up, folks, is person number 9.” Your breath hitched painfully. Heart racing loudly. This is it. You were about to be sold as person number 9. Bracing yourself for the bidding a loud boom crackled beside you, so loud it made your ears ring. Your head snapped in the direction it came from. Not being able to see anything, panic arose within you as the screams and sounds of running reached you. The crowd was fleeing for their lives! Gunshots popped off in the surrounding area. You ducked down in case any bullets flew your way. “Y/N!” “H-Hosea?” The bag was lifted off your head, beaming lights above glared into your eyes causing you to squint. Hosea’s face slowly came into view. He wrapped his arms around you, throwing you over his shoulder. “I’d love to have a romantic reunion with you, my dove, but I’m afraid we’re in the midst of a shootout.” “I can see that.” You groaned, hanging onto him. For an older man he sure did carry you with ease while shooting his way out with the gang backing him up on either side. “Hosea, let’s go!” Dutch shot the guard who blocked off the door. Hosea had to pass you to Arthur, who barreled through a cloud of bullets with you safely tucked in his arms. He was able to reach the rendezvous carriage, placing you inside before anyone else could enter. Hosea slid in and gathered you in his arms. “Drive, damn it!” He called out, causing the carriage to lurch violently before moving. “Oh Y/N. Oh my little dove.” He carefully looked you over as tears filled your eyes. You were shaking, veins pumping with adrenaline. Your rescue happened so quickly it made your head dizzy. Hosea’s hands were gentle as he touched you in case anything hurt or scared you in your shaken state. He examined every inch. Face was pensive, while taking in every mark and bruise on your delicate skin. “Are you seriously hurt anywhere?” “No.” You whispered, pressing against your husband for comfort. He gladly held you, kissing your lips over and over again. “I’m sorry it took me so long my love. I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight.” Hosea rest his head atop yours and rubbed circles on your back soothingly. “Let’s get you back to camp and fed.” “Thank you.” You nuzzled him, breathing in his comforting scent. “I knew you’d come for me. I missed you.” “I missed you too.” The rest of the ride was quiet. When the carriage parked outside of Shady Belle, Hosea scooped you up immediately. You gasped as the whole gang rushed  over to greet you. “Y/N’s back!” Abigail announced. “Oh Y/N, I’m so glad you’re safe!” Mary-Beth gushed with relief. Even Pearson was there to see you. “Welcome home Y/N. Camp ain’t the same without ya.” “Thank you everyone.” You let out a watery laugh, heart filled with love. You were so appreciated amongst this group and it showed. Hosea brought you inside, cleaning you carefully. He asked if anything hurt or if anyone touched you and you responded with yes or no. He clothed you in his own clothes, hoping his scent would bring comfort. A warm bowl of stew was pushed into your hands. Hosea held you while you ate and snuggled you up until you went to bed. He played with your hair all night, unable to sleep after losing you. ___ Dutch: Dutch doesn’t notice you’re gone until the ransom note arrives. “$3,000 in exchange for your lover?” He scoffed. “Who does he think he is? We’ll light his ass up.” The page was quickly crumpled in his hand. Dutch felt a deadly fury rise in him so great his own blood ran colder than the Upper Montana river. Colm O'Driscoll won’t get away with it this time. Not after what he’s done to Dutch’s past lover and to Arthur. “Dutch, I think we should be cool about this one. He already captured me to draw you in for the Pinkertons. He’s probably not done try’nna cut his deal with ‘em. If we ride in hot-” “Not now, Arthur. A few Pinkertons we can handle. This is Y/N we’re talking about, for Christ’s sake.” He scoffed, face snarling up in anger. “Y/N would have come for you, dear boy, had we known you were taken. Y/N would have come for you.” Arthur heaved out a sigh. He still wasn’t fully well after the green gang shot him up. “I know, Dutch. I love Y/N just as much as anyone. We ain’t ever leave one of us behind. I just think… If they want to draw us in they’ll treat Y/N right. If it’s a trap it’ll make more sense for us to come in quiet and get Y/N outta there safely.” “We don’t have time!” Dutch grabbed his gun, much to Arthur and Hosea’s exasperation. “Dutch, I know you love Y/N, but I think Arthur may be right.” “Who’s side are you on, Hosea? If that were you we would already be on the road.” He waved his gun around before holstering it. The air in camp was tense. Dutch seemed… Unsettled. Unpredictable. His eyes were crazy. Love made him crazy. “Who’s with me? John, Micah, Bill?” John and Arthur exchanged looked while Bill jumped up eagerly. Micah seemed interested but didn’t bother grabbing anything extra like the others. “I’m comin’ with you.” Arthur’s shoulders fell. He followed Dutch through camp up to The Count which Dutch mounted with ease. “No, dear boy. You rest. Watch the camp with Hosea, we should be back before dawn.” “Alright, if you say so. Be careful out there Dutch. Things are getting nasty. Bring Y/N home.” “Oh, I intend to.” With the rescue party ready Dutch rode out with his boys. “If you see an O’Driscoll, shoot. If you see a Pinkerton, shoot. We leave no one alive. Not even the women. If Colm wants to play, we’ll play. By our rules.” John moved up beside Dutch, calling out over the whistling wind. “Are you sure about this Dutch? What if Y/N gets hurt?” “Y/N isn’t getting hurt.” The words were spoken as if John’s idea was ludicrous. “Now you boys know how I feel about Y/N. And I-… Well, call me foolish, but I’ll never let any man, beast, or tycoon lay a finger on the love of my life. The moment we slaughter his sons he’ll know we mean business. Colm is many things, but stupid he is not. He knows hurting Y/N would give us cause to burn his world down piece by piece and I don’t think he could take the heat.” “As is your right, Dutch.” Micah spoke up. “The O'Driscolls should know by now you’re a kind and just man. I’m sure they understand the reckoning hurting their assets would bring.” Feeding into Dutch’s anger pleased the gang leader. “That’s what I thought.” He agreed. The rest of the ride was tense with anticipation. John knew there was nothing he could say. He just hoped you’d survive all of this. Dutch was getting sloppy and with you involved… He would slaughter the whole world if he had to. “We’re here.” Dutch announced. Night had long fallen by the time they reached the O’Driscoll hideout. “Let’s make a little noise. Micah-” Riding closer to the compound, Micah lit a stick of dynamite, throwing it over the fence. Dutch watched with great pleasure as the O’Driscoll boys caught in the blast began to scream. “Let’s show them you don’t fuck with Dutch van der Linde.” The guns came out. Time slowed down, men began to rush at them. The Count reared, spooked by the sudden barrage of bullets. Dutch shot every single O’Driscoll effortlessly, one by one. You were beginning to think Dutch wasn’t coming. Why would he after Arthur outed Colm’s setup a week ago? They had kicked your face in until your mouth filled with blood and your nose cracked in three different places. Breathing was hard with your damaged ribs. The O’Driscoll’s wasted no time in beating you to a bloody pulp before tying you up. The way you were tied was ridiculous. Your hands and feet were tied separately then were tied together to ensure you wouldn’t be able to move an inch. You guessed Arthur’s escape was a sore spot. You struggled and fought until the ropes dug angry marks, rubbing the skin away. In all honestly you usually would have half a mind to spit at or curse any O’Driscoll out, however this seemed different. It was grim, very grim. You remember how scary it was watching Arthur collapse off his horse barely alive and wondered – would you make it? Surely they won’t let an escape happen again... Dutch would probably move camp, you thought. And if you could survive… I don’t know, a week longer, he’ll come and get you. These were the thoughts running through your head while you tried to plan your survival. ‘It’ll be torture, but I can last that long’, you reassured yourself. It didn’t work. Colm killed Dutch’s girl way back, what’s stopping him from doing it again? You knew the man had a nasty streak to him. And Dutch… well... killing you sure would make Dutch slip up enough to get caught. That bastard Colm just wanted to see him hang. Many many thoughts occupied your mind as you dozed off. Aches and pains were screaming at you so being unconscious was probably best. At the brink of sleep you were jolted wide awake by a loud explosion. You froze, halting your breath, straining your ears to listen. Silence. What’s going on? BANG BANG BANG! Dutch- It had to be him! Your face lit up with hope, eyes fixated on the door. Any minute now... The O’Driscoll’s screamed, cursed, and cried out. “Get ‘em!” “Don’t let them inside!” “We gotta hold this for Colm!” Despite anticipating its happening you still flinched back when the door was kicked in. “Y/N.” Dutch sighed out of relief. Kneeling down he cut you loose, brushing the hair from your face. You both were quiet. Just taking each other in. You because you had missed him, and him because he was stunned by how badly you were beaten. “Those animals. We’ll make ‘em pay.” Dutch’s words were said more to himself than to you. “I’m alright, I can walk, I think-” Helping you up, Dutch’s eyes filled with sadness when he noticed you wincing. He could hear your chest heave with pain and it was grading against his eardrums. “I’ll carry you. Just hang on, we haven’t cleared them all yet.” Scooping you into his chest, your arms were granted purchase around his neck. Dutch was stronger than he looked. He held onto you with one arm wrapped tightly to secure you while shooting any man who ran this way with the other. “Bastards! They’re everywhere! John, Micah, let’s go!” “You get Y/N?” John asked after shooting three more men. There were so many O’Driscolls they couldn’t even take their eyes off them to check on you. “Yeah. Let’s get outta here.” Micah covered Dutch’s right while John covered his left and back. They shot the best they could until finally they were free of the building. Dutch placed you on The Count, climbing behind you. The others quickly mounted seeing as there was no way they’d win this gun battle if they stayed. “Shit! Incoming!” Bill cried out, alerting everyone to the drove of Pinkerton galloping straight towards the gang’s direction. “God dammit!” Jerking the reigns, Dutch kicked his horse into action. “This way, c’mon! Let’s lose them through the trees. We gotta hope we can outrun them.” There you were, rocketing towards salvation on a white horse. Pinkertons and O’Driscolls crashing down around you like violent ocean waves. There was so much noise to the point where your ears rang in an effort to tune it all out. Breath didn’t leave your body. Time slowed. You watched in horror. Every bullet shot by John seemed to take ages before knocking down its opponent. Bill was screaming yet not a word of it reached you. You could feel Dutch’s arm wrap tighter and tighter around your waist. Suddenly you’re soaring through the air, hair flying back against the dusty breeze. This was it. The moment of truth. The Count’s feet touched down  after leaping over a fence and suddenly time returned to normal and everything sped up in your race for life. Your heart thuds erratically, clammy hands clinging to the saddle for dear life. “Duck!” Dutch ordered and you immediately lowered your head before a low hanging branch creamed you. You stayed low Dutch’s body now covering you protectively. You couldn’t see and had no idea what was going on. Your own breathing was so loud at this point it took you awhile to register – the shooting had stopped. There was no more screaming, no more calling out or angry orders being shouted. Only the sound of four horses huffing and puffing and your own shaky breaths filled the air. “My love… Are you alright?” Dutch lifted himself off of you, his horse slowing to rest. “I…. I think so.” You gazed down at your hands and arms before looking at Dutch with wide traumatized eyes. “Oh, my little bird. I’m so sorry they hurt you. I came as soon as I could. They’ll pay for this.” Something sinister swirled behind his eyes but his fingers were gentle against your skin while caressing your face. “Come now, let’s get you cleaned up and to bed. You need rest.” Dutch kissed your shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re here now. So glad.” ___ Sean: Sean thought you were mad at him. Avoiding him for some awful comment he made because he, yet again, went too far. It hurt his feelings but he decided you’d probably come back when you were ready to see him again. “Sean, have you seen Y/N?” Mary-Beth asked. “I haven’t seen Y/N since yesterday morning.” Sean’s heart fell to the pit of his stomach. You weren’t the type to leave camp often or without someone accompanying you. “Christ, I haven’t. Where’d you last see them?” “Over by Kieran. I already asked him and he said Y/N helped with the horses then wandered off.” “An’ no one saw them come back?” He began power walking through camp, searching the area for you. “Has anyone seen Y/N?” Tilly and Uncle shook their heads, John just gave a shrug. “That isn’t weird to any of yous?” His voice was raised enough to get the attention of Arthur who had just rode in. “What’s goin’ on now?” “Y/N is fucking missing and no one said a damn word about it.” “Alright, alright calm down. I’m sure we can find them, where were they last?” “Oh I don’t know English, lemme just take this crystal ball out of my ass-” Sean rolled his eyes while grabbing his gun. “We’re gonna have to track them down. Think you can do that?” “Well…” Arthur wipes the sweat from his brow. “Charles taught me a few things.” He paused, gently catching Sean’s shoulder. “I know you’re upset but I need you to keep your head. I’m sure wherever Y/N is they’re okay. We’ll get them back safe.” “Speak for yourself, I always keep my wits.” “That right there is what I’m worried about.” Arthur huffed while mounting his horse. Sean was silently grateful for Arthur’s words though he’d never admit it. There was a storm churning inside of him. An ocean of guilt rocking his consciousness. If only he respected your boundaries and didn’t make that joke maybe you wouldn’t have gone missing. “We’ll bring Y/N back safe.” He repeated to himself, climbing onto his saddle. Arthur gave him an affirmative nod. They rode around the outskirts of Clemens Point looking for any sign of you. Sean felt like throwing up the whole entire time. Suspense was killing him. “Over here!” Air left his lungs in relief as soon as Arthur’s voice broke through the thick air. Walking his horse over, that relief was short lived. “Fuck.” Sean hissed. Arthur held a ripped piece of fabric clearly bloodied. The fabric was from something you wore often making it was unmistakable. “Looks like three riders were here. ‘Dunno who they could be, but…” Morgan hesitated, knowing Sean probably shouldn’t hear the next part. “There was quite the struggle.” The Irishman cursed, kicking at a nearby stone, sending it throttling into the trees. “I’ll kill every last one of ‘em! I swear it.” The Van der Linde boys followed the hoof prints best they could, using other clues to figure out what way your kidnappers may have turned when the trail disappeared. With each passing minute Sean’s knuckles turned more and more white around his reigns. “I shouldn’t have said anything. This is my fault.” His feelings were so big inside of him they spilled out of his lips like a broken dam. “I’m a right bastard.” “You two have a fight?” “Sort of… We was fuckin’ around and Y/N got sick of me and asked me to stop teasing them but they look so cute when they’re angry I just- I don’t know.” He hung his head. Arthur studied him silently as they rode. “Well… Sounds about right for you two. I’m sure Y/N wouldn’t blame you.” “Maybe not, English, but I blame myself. I just hope they’re okay.” They didn’t talk any more after that unless to comment on the path changing. A few hours away from camp they came across smoke indicating a fire, right in the general direction of your kidnappers. “Must be them.” Sean was ready to charge in, but Arthur’s hand shot out across Sean’s chest, stopping him in his tracks. “We should get to higher ground first, see what we’re dealing with.” “Are you crazy? Y/N could be there!” “That’s exactly why we can’t rush in like fools! What happened to keepin’ your wits? Do you want Y/N getting shot?” Sean’s mouth opened and closed, words getting choked up in his throat. The thought of you getting shot was about to bring tears to his eyes. Shoulders slumping forward, he sucked in a shuddering breath. “Let’s go look up that hill.” “That’s better.” Arthur snapped his kicked his feet, leading his horse higher with Sean close behind. Sean wasn’t playing around now. Knowing you might be close and that you were probably hurt- It took everything in him to quench ranging fire burning within. He whipped out his binoculars, setting eyes on the men surrounding the campfire. “Stupid Lemoyne fucks.” “Do you see Y/N?” Arthur asked. Sean moved his binoculars with his turning head. “I’ve got eyes on them. They’re tied to a wagon just outside of where they’re sitting.” He bit his lip while taking in your sorry form. You were filthy, bloodied, and your face was swollen. They clearly didn’t treat you kindly. “Let’s kill those fucks, Morgan. My baby needs me.” Without another word Sean tucked the binoculars away, charging full force down the hill, cattleman revolver in hand. He managed to shoot one guy in the throat, ducking on his horse to avoid the flying bullets. His horse galloped straight for you, stopping just shy with the intention of creating a barrier between you and the shootout. Arthur did most of the shooting while Sean nearly flung himself off his horse to cut you free. “Oh my baby! What did those bastards do to you?” He gently cleaned your face with his handkerchief, ignoring all the gory sounds echoing from behind. Sean didn’t even notice when everything became silent. You had his full undivided attention. “Sean!” You wept, wrapping your arms around his neck to bury your face into his chest. “I’m sorry baby. I should’ve never let you out of my sight. I’ve got you, my rose. I’m here now.” He kissed your hair, rubbing your back. “Did they hurt you real bad?” Tears now stung his eyes when you nodded. It was difficult seeing you this way. He loves you more than anything else in the world, seeing his partner so beaten and broken- “Shhhh. We’ll make it better.” Sean attempted to calm his tears, crying silently while burying his face in your hair. His chest was warm and welcoming after what you’ve endured. Even though every bone in your body ached all you wanted to do was hug him and you were grateful he didn’t pull away immediately and put you on a horse. “I love you. So much. I was so scared.” You whimpered. “I know, I know I’m so sorry Y/N. About everything. I should’ve never pushed your buttons. I thought you ran away.” “What?” You pulled away in confusion, studying his face. “Sean… You think I’m upset about that?” It was cute seeing Sean feel guilty over a minor playful argument, something you both have often, and you couldn’t help but to giggle. “Don’t be silly.” You reached up, wiping away his tears. Confused, Sean gently caught your hand, pressing kisses to your palm while examining the bruising on your skin. “I guess that’s who I am when I’m with you, Y/N. A silly man. C’mon now.” Carefully you were scooped up into a loving embrace. Sean placed a peck on your lips. He was afraid of hurting you further so he treated you as though you were made of glass. Once you were in his saddle he pulled himself up behind you. “Let’s get you to camp, baby. I’ll make you feel better there.” “Thank you.” You pressed your back against him in relief. Exhaustion flooded your still trembling body. You never had any doubt Sean would come for you but the experience of the Lemoyne Raiders kicking your face in was rather traumatic. “Glad to see you’re okay L/N.” Arthur shot you a little smile. “Sean here was real riled up about your disappearance. Nearly bit my head off.” A faint smile crossed your lips. You winced as your skin pulled on a bruise. “Thank you for coming too, Arthur. If you weren’t here I don’t think he would have been able to rescue me.” “Oh not this again!” Sean groaned. His arm was wrapped loosely around you and he still pressed an odd kiss to your hair here or there. “I would've done just fine!” “You shot one bullet!” Arthur pointed out with a laugh. “Then you flung yourself over your lover like some actor in one of those dramas. If I weren’t here you and Y/N would be riddled with holes by now.” “I love you Arthur Morgan, but shut up. I killed that fellow with one shot! ONE!” “What was stopping you from killing the rest of ‘em?” “Y/N needed me!” “See if I didn’t come-” “Shut up Morgan!” Listening to their familiar arguments was the best welcome home you could’ve ever wished for. Your eyes fell shut as you listened and soon the pain shooting through you and the exhaustion of being awake and afraid all night  started catching up. Slowly your body fell limp against Sean’s chest. You were only faintly aware of his arm tightening around you, keeping you safely on the horse. It was pitch black when you came to. Fear shot you awake, your eyes scanning the darkness. “Sean?” You could hear an exhausted exhale to your right, a hand reached out from the black to gently pet your hair. “I’m here baby.” There was some fumbling then a match lit, illuminating your lover who had fallen asleep sitting next to you. Sean lit a lantern and that’s when you noticed you were laying in Arthur’s cot. “We thought it best to give you some privacy until you’re in tip top shape. Said I wasn’t allowed to sleep with you in it though.” Sean leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m just glad to have you back. Get some rest, no one will hurt you now. I’m here.” Relaxing again your fingers laced with Sean’s as you settled back in to sleep. ____ Charles: Charles usually minded his own business whenever you fucked off outta camp for a few days. You had been running with the gang far longer than he has and everyone knew you to be quite capable. God only knows what you’re up to half the time. Similar to Arthur, you’d go off and do your own thing then return with money or a fresh kill and a story of your adventures. Charles likes that about you. He admires your independence and how you have so much strength. When you didn’t show up to camp for a week he didn’t think anything of it. You were probably off climbing waterfalls or helping strangers. The gang carried on as normal unless Dutch wanted to offload a job onto you, then he’d ask around. “Charles.” Dutch called him over with a waggle of his finger. He already heard him calling your name and asking the ladies if they’ve seen you so Charles had an inkling as to what this was about. “Can you go find Y/N? I don’t care what it takes, just get their ass over here. We have money to make.” Charles didn’t mind being asked. Any reason to get some peace and quiet and reunite with you was a good reason in his eyes. The problem was, you were flightly, and your tracks were old. It has rained twice since you left camp. Charles followed your prints the best he could. Up into Strawberry, then to Mt.Shann where he took a break to enjoy the view and watch the birds. Charles smiled a little when he saw you had set camp there at one point. It was a beautiful place to stay, he would have done the same. He then doubled back to Owanjila lake where you had your second camp. He wondered what you were doing in the area, having absolutely no clue. He did, however, chuckle to himself when he found one of your gloves that you must have dropped. “Oh, Y/N.” The words slipping from his lips were fond and warm. He scooped the glove up deciding to store it in Taima’s saddle bag then he carried on his way. Charles began to get confused when your trail led straight back to Valentine. So… you were close to camp and didn’t stop by to rest your horse or grab supplies? That’s very unlike you. These tracks were fresher, not more than a few days old if even. Your lover became frustrated when entering town as the hoof prints belonging to your horse became lost in the bustle of main street and Charles couldn’t pick them up again. “Excuse me. Have you seen-” He began stopping residence of Valentine, asking of your whereabouts. You had been seen at the arms store and according to the man at the front desk of the Saints Hotel you stopped by for a wash only a day before. Well… If you were here yesterday you’ll probably be back at camp soon. After thanking the clerk, Charles returned to Horseshoe Overlook to inform Dutch you’d be back soon. The next day Charles awoke early. “Mr. Smith, can you please go into town and get us some supplies? Normally L/N does it but they ain’t back yet. Ms. Grimshaw ain’t too pleased.” He was attempting to enjoy his early morning coffee when Karen approached him. “Sure.” He set his cup down, accepting the list. “Did Pearson add what he needed?” “He only asked for corn.” He raised a brow in amusement, sharing a knowing look with Karen. “I understand.” Tucking it away safely Charles finished his coffee, throwing the rest out, then made his way to Taima. Your whereabouts weighed heavily on his mind during his ride into Valentine. ‘I miss Y/N’, he thought to himself ‘I hope they return soon’. Camp just wasn’t the same without you. He liked the gang alright but he liked you more. Valentine was a breath of fresh air after Blackwater. Quite literally. Charles took deep breaths, breathing in the crisp mountain air before entering town. Taima was soon hitched outside the general store where Charles leisurely strolled in. He walked around, footsteps echoing in the empty room as he gazed at the shelves. The clerk wasn’t there. “Hello?” He called out. Soon, sound of a door being swung open and rushed footsteps up the stairs filled the silence from what he assumed must have been the store room. “I’ll be right with you.” You were bound painfully tight. Ropes dug into your skin until your wrists bled. Tied to a chair and gagged. It had all happened so fast. Days ago you were going about business as usual. You stocked your ammo; took a nice long bath; and followed a dog around you wanted to pet before returning to camp, and of course, to the arms of Charles. What can you say? You love dogs and this one was particularly funny. You had grinned to yourself, studying the animal as you followed it out back. You didn’t expect to look up and be met with the stares of men who were clearly in the middle of an illegal operation. “Shit!” Your hand flew to your holster then froze as you heard a click and felt the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of your head. Your hands slowly rose as you tried to eye whoever was behind you. “Well well well, look what we have here, fellers.” “Real unfortunate, ain’t it?” You narrowed your eyes but kept silent. O’Driscolls by the looks of ‘em. “Hey…” A tall one began circling you, looking you over as if you were bait. “I remember you. You run with the Van der Linde boys, don’tcha?” This wasn’t good. “I think you’ve mistaken, mister.” “No… No I recognize you alright.” He stopped in front of you, leaning so close you had to recoil when the stench of his foul breath hit your face. “This isn’t your lucky day-” Before you could react he drew his elbow back and punched you so hard you nearly flew to the ground. Quiet laughs rang out among the group. Pain overcame you when one grabbed you by the hair, literally dragging you into the basement of their operation where you were hastily tied up and beaten several times among other unsavory happenings. For days you starved. Your face swollen beyond recognition. Only did the grocer show you any compassion. Feeding you water while muttering little ‘I’m so sorry, I wish we could let you go’s. He was a nervous man… A sweaty man. Hell you’d be nervous too if a gaggle of insane Irishmen took over the basement of your shop. You appreciated his little kindness but the weight of the situation was never lost on you. You needed to get out and soon, or else they’ll kill you. You thought of Charles and your beloved friends Arthur, Mary-Beth, and Lenny. Were they looking for you? Did they ever realize you disappeared? Today repeated the last two. The second the O’Driscolls noticed you were conscious their abuse started again up until mid morning when they left to take care of some business. The clerk made his way into the basement, removing your gag so he could give you water. “I’m sorry but you have to understand. If I let you go they’ll kill me.” You were too tired to argue with your heavily bruised jaw, sipping at the cool liquid. Suddenly a sound met your ears. Old floorboards overhead creaked with heavy footsteps. “Oh goddammit.” Cloth was shoved into your mouth once more, immediately drying your tongue. “H-Hold on. Stray here..” You glared at the clerk. Where the hell were you gonna go all tied up like this? The sweaty man dabbed his forehead with a handkerchief, opening the door that divided you from the outside world. “Hello?” A voice called out, rushing the clerk who felt so overwhelmed and frenzied with stress that he accidentally left the door open. “I’ll be right with you.” Staying coherent is a struggle for you at this point. Listening to light footsteps run up the stairs you let your head hang limp against your shoulder. “What can I help you with?” “Just here to resupply. Do you happen to have… uh… a bushel of corn?” “Corn? Yeah, we got it.” Wait… was that? CHARLES! Energy rocketed through your veins with the hope of rescue. Charles was here! Gazing around frantically you searched for something, ANYTHING. The only thing close by was a broom. Hopping your chair over to it depleted you immediately, every bruise and broken rib screaming out. But you had to do this. You had to get Charles’ attention. It was so much work just to get close enough to tip the broom over. CLINK! Your head snapped towards the stairs with anticipation. Charles read the list over again. “Actually a bushel of apples too.” CLINK! He glanced down at the stairs then at the clerk who laughed nervously. “Haha don’t mind that. Just some junk.” Charles hummed, grabbing a few cans off the shelf. “I’ll take these as well.” “Is that all for you?” Your heart squeezed in your chest. It didn’t work. ‘Charles! Charles I’m right here!’ You so badly wanted to scream. No words left your muffled mouth beyond your hearing. There had to be a way to get his attention. Nothing else was close enough to you and you didn’t have the strength to move yourself and the chair any further. The only thing you could do was throw yourself to the ground as hard as you could and hope for the best. BANG! This time Charles froze. His eyes napped towards the basement then back at the grocer.  A terrified look flashed over the man’s face. That’s suspicious... Oh- “Just some junk, huh?” “Yes sir.” In once swift movement Charles pulled out his gun, cocking the hammer. “Then you wouldn’t mind showing me what’s down there, right?” “H-Hey listen! I don’t want any trouble.” “No trouble here. If there’s nothing down there then I’ll pay and leave.” “It’s just junk mister! Honest!” “Then it should be okay if I take a look at this ‘junk’.” The clerk folded under pressure. “They said they were gonna kill me if anyone found out!” “Then get out of here and hope they don’t find you.” Charles didn’t know who ‘they’ were but he had a pretty good idea about what was going on.  He watched as the grocer fled before cautiously making his way down the stairs, cattleman revolver still drawn. Charles was stunned. All breath left his body in disbelief the second you two made eye-contact. “Y/N!” He hurdled himself towards you, picking the chair up to sit you upright before removing the gag. “What did they do to you?” Swift work was made of your binds and soon you were pulled into the comfort of his chest. Giving a whimper of pain you couldn’t help but to cry tears of relief. “Charles!” Your voice cracked. You almost thought it wouldn’t work and he would leave without you. Charles rubbed your back, pulling away to assess your injuries. “Y/N…… I-.” He didn’t know what to say.  So many emotions hit him in waves, washing over him strongly which inevitably flashed across his face. Anger at the people who hurt his beloved. Guilt for not tracking you any further. Resentment towards himself for not considering you might be missing or in trouble. Sadness. So much sadness. He had never seen you this badly beaten and it disturbed him. Quickly he tried to hide his thoughts. You were so small and frail in his arms, crying uncontrollably now. Charles could imagine by your current state that it must have been a horrible ordeal. “I’ve got you. Can you walk?” All you could do was cling to Charles while shaking your head. You felt the weight of his coat drape around your shoulder before feeling yourself being scooped up. “You found me.” Charles winced at how weak your voice sounded. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead he shushes you. “Save your energy my love. You’ve been through a lot. Let me take care of you.” It’s the least he can do after failing you so badly. As he carried you up the stairs Charles make eye-contact with Sheriff Malloy who bowed his head slightly out of respect – serving as a silent apology. “We’ll hang whoever did this.” He promised.  Deputies flooded the store actively as he spoke. "When we find ‘em, you’ll be the first to know.” “Thank you.” Those words meant nothing to Charles. The Valentine law was useless and it showed. All he could do now was shield you from curious onlookers while mounting Taima with you securely in his arms. “Are you in any pain?” He whispered, making his horse walk so the ride wouldn’t jostle you too much. “Yeah.” Charles had to lean down to catch your quiet words. “Try to rest against me. I’ll get some morphine from the Reverend. Just hang in there. I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” He was trying desperately to find the right words to say. Anything that might help you or ease your suffering. Anything that might relieve his guilt. Grasping at words floating around his mind yet none could be combined into something coherent. They rode on in silence. “Mister Strauss, Reverend. We need medicine.” Most of the gang couldn’t see what was going on, Charles had you tucked protectively against him for privacy. He knew you probably didn’t want everyone ogling at you. The air of the situation was enough for everyone to gain understanding and many sprang into action. “How bad is it?” Strauss asked. “I think their ribs are broken, maybe sprained jaw. Definitely a sprained ankle.” “Bring Y/N over here.” Arthur called, leading Charles to his cot. “Probably better than the ground. Shouldn’t be movin’ much with cracked ribs.” Your eyes fluttered open the second you were placed in the comfort of Arthur’s bed. Charles immediately helped you take medicine to ease your suffering. “Do you need anything my love?” His voice was gentle as if speaking to a spooked animal. Large calloused fingers brushed the hair from your face. “Food… Water…” Arthur gently squeezed Charles’ shoulder, earning a grateful look from his friend. “Let me.” Your love settled into a chair beside you, still playing with locks of your hair. “You’re so brave Y/N. And so incredibly smart. I’m so happy you’re safe now. I-… I’ll never let this happen to you again.” He watched you struggle to stay conscious. Maybe the food will have to wait. Slumping forward, he places a feather light kiss upon your lips. “I’m coming with you everywhere for now on.” He knew you couldn’t hear him but it eased his soul just saying those words out loud.

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Crazier Than Him (Trevor Phillips x Reader)

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Summary: You and Trevor are a match made in heaven, as Michael knows all too well.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: these two are crazy and in love, poor Michael and Franklin, non-graphic descriptions of torture.

A/n: I've been replaying GTA V lately and was reminded of how much I love Trevor... so here ya go!

Trevor Phillips was the craziest fucker Michael had ever met.

Irrational, chaotic, unhinged. Completely incapable of regulating, understanding, his own emotions. Somehow totally deluded yet desperately nihilistic.

And when he was with you? God, somehow it got worse.

You, Trevor’s girlfriend, who waltzed into his life one day like you were always meant to be in it. That’s what he always said; “she’s a part of me, Mikey. More a part of me than I ever thought my own arm legs were.”

You egged each other on. He was mad? Better believe you were already speeding onto the street, guns loaded and knife in your hand. You were upset? Ten guys would be locked up in your basement by the end of the day, gagged and blindfolded, your boyfriend sat beside them with puppy dog eyes waiting for your next command. 

“The hell did these guys do to her?” Michael had asked, the time he heard that story (because yes, it really did happen). 

“What? Nothing. I took them from the street - I just wanted to help her feel better.”

You made each other insane, more so than you already were, because apparently impossible things can happen. Trevor was so much more… Trevor, when it came to you. He was touchy, sensitive, passionate. And he always talked about you.

“Ain’t she gorgeous, Mikey? Huh?”

Michael wasn’t falling into that trap again. “Sure, T.” He just sighed, hoping that his friend would back down.

“The fuck is that s’posed to mean? You don’t think she’s pretty? ‘Fuck is wrong with you? Franklin, you know what I’m talkin’ about, right?”

“F, don’t-” Michael tried to warn, but it was too late. 

“Yeah dog, shit, she’s crazy, but she’s damn fine.”

Trevor��s face soured immediately as he quickly stomped the short distance between him and Franklin and pointed a finger in the younger man’s face. “Mhm… so you’re sayin’ you wanna fuck my fuckin’ wife? Huh? That what you’re fucking saying, Frank?!”

“T, calm the fuck down!” Michael yelled, and Trevor changed course. “For starters, you fuckin’ asked. And secondly, she ain’t even your wife! She’s just your girlfriend!”

And oh boy, was that the wrong thing to say.

“She’s just- WHAT?! You think I couldn’t marry her, Mikey? How about I marry my fist into your FUCKING-”

Yeah. Franklin learned pretty damn quickly not to give in to Trevor’s provocations after that.

And you? You were no different. Hell, you were worse.

“So, uh, how’d you two meet?” Michael asked, sitting uncomfortably beside you in the back of the chopper. Trevor had insisted you should ride beside him in the front, but Michael knew all too well by now that nothing could get in the way of you both getting… frisky. And he certainly wouldn’t put it beyond you both to get down to business while Trevor’s flying a fucking helicopter across the city - so he put his foot down, instead leaving a very frazzled Franklin to sit next to your boyfriend.

“You really wanna know, Mikey?” Trevor shouted, grinning like a maniac.

Michael groaned. “God, I guess not. Lord knows you probably threatened to eat her left calf or somethin’-”

“The fuck did you just say?” You sneered from beside him, eyes locked on and a violence in them Michael had only ever seen in one others’; the psycho flying this fucking chopper.

“It was a joke, sweetheart-” there was a knife to his throat before he could finish his sentence, already digging in so harshly he could feel droplets of blood start to fall.

You’d all but jumped from your seat, leaning all your weight into the blade against the man’s skin. “You wanna say that again, sweetheart? You think mocking my man’s funny, do ya?”

Michael looked desperately between yourself and the men in the front; Trevor just smiled, and he knew him well enough by now to know he was getting turned on by your display of aggression. And Franklin… well, he’d learned to keep his mouth shut, hadn’t he?

“You think makin’ fun of your friend is funny, Michael? Think you’re better than him?” You sneered. 

“No! For fuck sake, no. It was a joke, alright?”

You finally relaxed, releasing your grip on his throat and returning to your seat. Michael quickly wiped at his wound; superficial, but it stung like a bitch.

“I think he’s jealous, baby,” you laughed, and Michael couldn’t have hidden his incredulous stare if he tried.

“Mhm…” Trevor replied, his attention completely deviated from the helicopter he was piloting now. He was only focussed on you. “Think we should taste a chunk outta his thigh, eh, sugar?”

Franklin tried to suppress his snicker, though Michael caught it, but he was more concerned with the way you watched him now, a malicious glint in your eye. “Oh, I think that’d be fun.”

Yeah. That’s you two. Loved up, drugged up, hopeless romantics who somehow fit together in spite of everything. It was sweet, really, in a twisted sort of way.

And of course, you egged each other on. How couldn’t you? Just when Michael thought both of you had reached your psychopathic limits, you outdid yourselves, every single time.

“How about we do this by the book, huh?” Trevor grinned, pacing back and forth before the half-conscious man, his chair creaking as he slumped to the side. The tape around his wrists and ankles were just about the only things keeping him upright at this point.

You and Michael sat on fold-up chairs to the side. A third one sat empty beside you; Franklin had left a little while earlier, around the time Trevor picked up the wrench, his stomach unable to handle the torture that was unfolding before him.

You’d chosen to sit back, letting Trevor “have his fun”, as you’d put it. Michael did all he could to stay silent in his chair - he was outnumbered now, and certainly didn’t want to get into a shouting match with you both over what was right and wrong. You needed information from this guy - believing him to be an ally of the late Steve Haines - and he was stubborn to say the least.

Still,  Trevor had been overly brute with the man, who was beyond speaking a coherent thought at this point. The maniac grinned, picking up the blood-splattered jerry can and removing the cloth from the spout, tipping the hostage’s chair upright. “A little waterboarding never hurt anyone, huh?”

“No, Trevor!” You shouted, and Michael jumped out of his skin. You’d left your seat, storming across to your boyfriend who just stared at you in shock, grabbing the can from his hands and placing it back on the table.

Michael sighed - perhaps finally, for all the craziness the both of you shared, you’d hit a limit. The man couldn’t cope with anymore, wouldn’t be useful to you now beyond enjoying the assault on his fragile body, and while Trevor was happy to do just that it seemed you’d put your foot down and-

“You know that’s fucking legal, right? And for good reason. Ain’t nothing good can come from waterboarding the son of the bitch. May as well take him for a day at the park, Trev.” You sneered, all but prancing around the small cart that held each item of torture your boyfriend had picked out.

You grinned, and Michael buried his head in his hands. He knew you well enough by now to know any ounce of humanity he’d hoped for was nonexistent in your mind. The pliers you chose were weighty in your hand, strong, and when you strolled your way to the barely-there shell of a man before you, Trevor could only match the wild look in your eyes,

“Let me show you how it’s really done.”

And that’s how the both of you went along; killing, stealing, running. A fucked up Bonnie & Clyde, Michael always thought. And for all the misery you caused, and all the history between him and Trevor, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel a certain way to know that even the worst pair of fuckers he’d ever met could find each other.

Yeah, Trevor Phillips was the craziest fucker Michael had ever met. Until he met you.

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Hello! can you do a scenario with gojo x reader who simps out loud for him

like she says the craziest shit she would do to him infront of everyone and they look at her like she crazy 💀

like she says "Gojo could slash me across the back with a belt and make me flow on the inside out"

and everyone just whips their heads at her and just give her that look😭😭😭

(BRO IDK IF THAT WAS ME BEING WERID OR SIMPING💀💀💀)

Gojo Satoru X Simp/Flirty Reader.

a/n: Thank you @bootyholeater for this request, I had do much fun writing it💗. I hope you like it tho 🥹🫶🏻

WHERE ARE MY GOJO SATORU SIMPS AT?

warnings: fluff overload with some smutty flirting 🫦.

No one ever managed to make the famous Gojo Satoru blush, let alone stutter.. but guess what?.. You did ! Congratulations 👏🏻.

Both of you are Jujutsu high students, spending the day face to face with him made you fall head over heels for him.

He was your type, he was literally the male version of you but add a lot of boldness.

Because you would openly simp for him, in public, in private, even during Yaga sensei class.

“ So class, you'll be paired up for a mission. Y/n and Geto both of yo-”

“But Sensei, I wanna be paired up with Gojo!!”

“huh, any reasons?”

“IDK, he's hot” you'd shrug.

Let's say simping shamelessly is your love language.

You'd literally be armed with a repertoire of pickup lines reserved for him.

And your pickup lines never fail in making him grin from ear to ear.

You'd flip your hair around him a lot.

Literally teasing a tease.

A light touch on his arm that'll flutter his heart.

When you're with your classmates, you'd literally say the dirtiest shit ever.

You'd be spending the evening with them when you started your flirting duty.

“Do you know that 70% of your body is water?” you'd pause shifting your gaze to Gojo, “And I'm 100% thirsty”

“Really y/n? We thought you're sharing a scientific fact but I guess flirting with Gojo is more important” said Shoko shaking her head.

Gojo would burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Two peas in a pod, I swear to god” Exclaim Geto.

“What was your technique again y/n?”

“Baby-making technique wanna help in that.. Satoru?” you'd say with a wink.

“Nice blindfold Satoru, did you get rid of your sunglasses?” Asks Geto.

“yeah nice blindfold, wanna try that on me Satoru?”

“Seriously y/n? Again?”.

He loves the way you say his name, and loves your soft giggles.

He would turn off his infinity when you're around cuz he knows you get extremely touchy with him and FUCK he loves that.

“So what's you'll favorite food?” asked Geto.

“Oh, I'm a sweet tooth , I really enjoy sweets”

“Damn what a coincidence Gojo, me too. I enjoy sweets especially lollies, I enjoy sucking them”.

Geto would get his ass up and leave, he's so done with you.

You're literally unfazed by any awkwardness.

You don't care if your flirting comes out as cringe or cheesy, you said what you said and don't give a fuck as long as you're expressing yourself.

But 90% of the time your flirting is smooth ( like butter ).

You'd challenge him into a duel of pickup lines.

Literally made his jaw drop from all the raunchy lines you were directing to him.

“Your lap looks so inviting, inviting me to sit on it and roll my hips till we can't take it no more”

You'd never shy away, despite you being serious when you flirt with him, you always manage to create an atmosphere of lightheartedness for both of you ( definitely not others cuz they're whether cringing or shaking their heads in disappointment).

You'd always incorporate humor into your flirtation to the point that he thought that you're only joking and not really into him.

Geto would do you a favor and knock some sense into him, making him realize that you're actually giving him hints and not teasing him just for fun.

“Can't believe you're this dense Satoru”

“I- I thought she was just being playful”

The moment he knew, you had actual feelings behind your flirting, you'll start having an intense effect on him.

Geto would start teasing him, leading the conversation on to get you to flirt with him.

“So y/n who do you think is more handsome, me or Satoru?”

“Well Suguru you're handsome of course, but Satoru is the typa handsome that I would let him spank me with his belt and make me flow on the inside out”.

Their mouths would hang open from your extreme dirty simping.

His face would be crimson red, exposing him and betraying his attempt to look unfazed.

But he couldn't hide it, the effect you had on him was stronger.

“Satoru blushing? No fucking way” Said Shoko.

Geto is the sweetest he would help you with it.

After class you'd play Spin The Bottle and he managed to get you both together.

Would shove you both inside the closet, barely containing both of you.

He's a giant, big boy ( I need A big BoOoY).

You'd smirk “Finally, my moment has come”.

( I mean I'd pass out of excitement if I had 7 minutes in heaven with GOJO SATORU).

“So um D-do you h-hav”

“Why are you stuttering Gojo?”

“Fuck it” he would mutter, slamming his lips on yours, kissing the living shit out of you.

“Is this what you wanted huh?” he'd ask.

“Well if I'm being honest...I want more” you'd say with a mischievous smile.

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Hey hey, first off, very excited to see someone writing for Aphmau characters!! It’s been a while since I watched my street but I will never forget how upset I was when Laurence disappeared (Goodnight sweet Prince)

As for fanfic request stuff, could you do a friends to lovers with a reader who’s super confident in everything except love? Like, knows they’re cool and look good but they’ve never really been confessed to, just something real fluffy. Not necessarily shy just not willing to risk confessing even if they know the other person feels the same (preferably fem reader)

For the character(s), if you take requests for multiple people then Cole Ninjago and Laurence MyStreet (separate) and if not then just Laurence will do :))

Any format works too, headcanons, one shot, go wild

thanks so much for the ask! this is such an interesting scenario and i had a loooooong time writing this ehe TuT

however, since the characters you requested are from different fandoms- i think i'll write the other pairing on a different post (hope u understand TmT) . also i'm soooo sorry in advance if laurence is ooc, i haven't really thought about him in a while...

anyway, likes and reblogs are appreciated! i hope you enjoy ✩

pairing: mystreet laurance x fem!reader

will include: fluff, friends to lovers

"You know what's the craziest part in all this?" Katelyn points out, drawing a circle with her index toward you.

"What?" You raise a brow, placing your hands on top of each other on your crossed leg.

"That I still don't get how you haven't confessed to Laurence." She answers quickly, and you react by immediately uncrossing your legs and throwing your hands in the air.

"It's not that easy!" You exclaim.

"How? You're the most confident person ever!" Aphmau points out from her side of the couch. "Second to Laurence, of course." She adds, which receives a collective 'yeah's and 'that's true's from the other girls.

You sigh as you slump in your chair.

It's another girls night, which means another night for updates on your crush on your close friend, Laurence. Only the girls, who are Aphmau, Katelyn, Kawaii~Chan, and Lucinda, know your crush on him.

"Seriously, you're so confident when it comes to other guys. I never thought I'd see Travis of all guys stutter when you flirted with him for a dare." Lucinda chuckles from the other end of Aphmau's couch, swirling her glass of juice.

"Because, Laurence is different..." You pause for a second before sighing again and combing a hand through your hair. "I've never felt this type of connection with anyone else, and I'm scared that if I do confess, it'll ruin the friendship I have with him." You frown as you intertwine your hands together. "I don't wanna lose him if it ends out like that."

"What happened to "don't be afraid to try new things" because you said being confident is all about being secure with yourself enough that new things don't scare you as much?" Katelyn asks, bending at the waist and propping her elbows on her thighs.

"I agree! You always say that and that's how you helped Kawaii~Chan start her maid cafe!" Kawaii~Chan smiles at you. You spare a smile before looking down to your fiddling hands again.

"Love is an entirely different department of confidence. My past relationships didn't end well, and," You bite your lip for a second, "I'm scared." Your eyes glance up to look around the room, which was filled with surprised faces from your girl friends. "I'm scared that if Laurence and I do become a... thing, that the universe is going to wreck it somehow and he'll cut me out of his life." You confess.

Aphmau gets up from her seat and ushers Lucinda to scooch to the other side before taking her seat. She places her hands on top of yours and your head moves up to meet her eyes. Her lips curl into a smile as her hand squeezes yours, giving your reassurance not only with her gaze.

"You're not going to lose him. I know Laurence is a relatively silly guy, but when it's something serious, he doesn't play around." She says softly. "He's a mature guy when he needs to be, and I can never imagine him actually hurting any woman's feelings on purpose." She adds with a light chuckle before exhaling deeply. "Otherwise, if he did, I'd have his head by now."

You comically blink at her last sentence before breaking into a laugh. The weight of the situation gets lighter, even for just this moment, and you give Aphmau a smile. "Thanks, Aph." You nod in her direction. "Thanks for being so supportive about this, girls." You turn to the other three in the living room.

"Of course, no problem!" "No biggie." "Kawaii~Chan can't wait for her ship to sail!"

Everyone turns to Kawaii~Chan with concerned looks, which she replies with a shrug. "What? Kawaii~Chan thinks they're end game!" She exclaims nonchalantly. Your cheeks flush as you try to change the topic for the night.

It was pouring down heavily today. You were outside early before the sun came up for a quick jog around the town, as you usually did. However, on your way back, you felt droplets of rain fall down on you and dismissed it for a light shower.

Now, you're stuck under a random bus stop. Turns out, you were jogging on a completely different street on the way back home. You guess you absentmindedly took one wrong turn on the way back, too busy listening to your music.

You were pretty soaked in your attire and you were started to get cold. Your phone dinged in your pocket and you brought it out, curling your hand across the top of the screen to stop the rain from straying onto your phone.

It was Laurence. He texted asking you how you were against the rain, and followed it with a picture of a flooded basement. He said his room got flooded and you snickered, typing a reply back on how only he would get stuck in a situation like that.

He replies with a few laughing emojis and you think for a while before opening your camera, taking a selfie of yourself. Your hair was wet and clinging to your skin, your clothes were also wet (even your socks), and you were pretty sure you would get sick after this.

You sent the selfie to Laurence, telling him how you're stuck outside in the rain while you were in the middle of jogging back home. He didn't reply after that and you thought it up to how he had his own problems to handle, which was his flooded basement.

You hugged yourself as you sat inside the bus stop, hoping the rain would stop. You didn't want to risk jogging back home either because you were on a street you didn't know and you were pretty sure you'd get even more lost in such weather.

You don't know how long you waited but it felt like hours.

Then, you heard your name in the distance. You turned to the direction of the voice and saw a figure far away. You squinted your eyes to get a good look on who it was, and you gasped.

It was Laurence. Running in your direction and holding up an umbrella above his head.

You can't explain how relieved you were to see him. You watched as he ran up to you and as he panted for a few minutes to catch his breath. You hoped he thought that your red cheeks were some indication of a starting fever, instead of you blushing because he was here.

"Laurence?" You whisper his name and he inhales deeply, pushing himself up from his knees.

"Are you okay!?" He exclaims, stepping closer inside the bus stop to you. "Oh my Irene, I'm so glad I found you. Come on, let's get you home." He offers his hand out and you slowly reach out for it.

Once your hand was in his, he gripped you tightly and pulled you under the umbrella. "How'd you find me?" You ask softly as you begin to follow Laurence's lead.

"Your selfie showed the bus stop map. I just had to zoom in to see which one you were at, and I came running to find you." Laurence says, like it was no big deal. Yet, you could hear your heart beating loudly in your ears as your cheeks grow redder.

"... Thank you, Laurence." You say softly, smiling towards him. He glances his eyes to you, and he smiles back.

"Don't mention it." He replies, and you almost just notice how he squeezes your hand just a bit tighter.

Laurence led you back to your house in gentleman-like fashion. You were screaming in your head the whole time the way back, but deep down you were happy. Extremely happy.

On the way home, Laurence explained that Zane somehow managed to drain the water from the basement and that's when he immediately left the house to get you.

You felt so cared for. On the way home, you would look down and stare at your intertwined hands. You couldn't believe someone would go out in the windy, strong rain just to fetch you and bring you home- and you couldn't believe it more when you remember it's Laurence who did that.

... You're almost brought to tears when you remind yourself that he's doing all of this as your friend as you come down the stairs.

When you don't notice Laurence in the living room, those thoughts are immediately reinforced. Of course, he did his job in bringing you back to your house, so what other reason would he have to stay?

"You done showering? I made some chicken soup!" A familiar voice yells from the kitchen. You hurriedly make your way there in disbelief, to see Laurence about to carry two hot bowls of soup.

"Laurence," you pause, "you're still here." You sound like you're out of breath.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Laurence comes up to you with a sided smile, nodding his head to your dining table to indicate to take a seat. "Someone's gotta take care of you once you inevitably get a fever after being out in the rain for so long." He subtle scolds you and you pout.

"I thought I could wait it out..." You murmur, taking your seat.

"Yeah, for a day, sure." He sets your bowl down in front of you before taking a seat next to you, while pressing the back of his palm on your forehead.

You quickly pull away to look down to your bowl and immediately pick up the spoon. So, you could hide your blush (obviously). "I don't have a fever, Laurence." You tell him, taking a scoop of the soup and bringing it to your lips.

Only, of course, to burn your tongue and slam the spoon back down on the table. "Hey, hey, slow down!" Laurence gets up from his seat to quickly pour you some water. "Are you okay?" He asks while you basically chug the water.

You nod your head while drinking before setting the glass down. "Uh, thank you... again." You avert your eyes nervously.

"Are you sure you don't have a fever?" He raises a brow as he returns to his chair.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah, I'm sure." You slide a hand behind your neck out of habit.

Laurence's eyes furrow and he leans in towards you. "You're lying."

"What?"

"You're lying?"

"No, I'm not." You chuckle.

"Yes, you are. You put your hand behind your neck when you lie." He states, like a matter of fact.

You blink at him with awe and disbelief. He notices the small stuff about you too.

Your mind passes to the thoughts of your feelings towards the brunette. The fact he ran in the middle of practically a storm today just to get you, the fact he remembered your small habits, and the fact that he's here. He's here and he's taking care of you.

It makes you feel warmer than the soup he made. He's always made you feel like. It's like a cozy fireplace whenever you're next to him, like you're rocking on a chair with a knitted wool blanket while holding your favorite drink.

You're at the height of your emotions and it overtakes your rationality. You inhale and blurt,

"Laurence, I like you." He blinks at your words. You clear your throat and look down, intertwining your hands to keep them busy. "I've liked you for a while, actually. A few months after we met, I developed feelings for you. I... I never told you because I was scared of losing you." You close your eyes when you feel the tears begin to well in your eyes. "I know how dumb it sounds especially because of how confident I am, but when it comes to you, I am so scared because the bond we have is so special to me a-"

You were cut off by a kiss. You open your tear-filled eyes and see Laurence's face. His eyes are squeezed shut and his cheeks were slightly tinted if you paid enough attention, and you did. He pulls away.

Apparently, he had lifted your head with his hands on your cheek and pulled you in for a cheek. "I..." He smiles as his thumb wipes the tears away from your cheek. "I like you too. For a while, now." He confesses softly. "You caught my eye the day Aphmau introduced you to us because you were so confident with yourself." He glances down to your lips before looking at you again. "At first, it was because you were beautiful," he pauses, "I still do."

You chuckle and he does too, before pulling your focus back on him.

"Then as we got closer, I thought about how much I wanted to keep seeing you... be confident." He says. "And wanted to be the one that makes you confident too." He adds, nodding his head to the side. "Of course, only if you'd let me."

You sniffle and nod your head frantically. You laugh lightly as you begin to chuckle. "Yes!" You whisper. "Yes, Laurence, I-"

He cuts you off with another kiss. Only this time, you kiss him back.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hey there! May I just say that I love your celebration ideas? I love this jukebox concept so much!

I'd love to request one. I remember loving the fic you wrote for my request during your previous event, and I love linking music to writing. My current favorite song is ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine, and I'd love to request it with Crosshair (surprise!). The song gives me very romantic but also melancholic vibes, and to me it means loving a place/situation/person so much that you just want the moment to last forever.

But of course, you may work your magic for this. I love your writing, and I'll be happy with whatever you choose to write 🩵 thank you so much in advance!

Thank you so much love. It means a lot that you like my crazy ideas. Love oo.

Now, your request had me stumped for a few minutes, and then the idea just flowed. I hope you like my interpretation of this song, because you're right, it has very melancholic vibes.

Love oo.

Ceilings

Warnings: Injury, AU of S2E16, tears, dream, kissing, implied coitus, promises, declarations of feelings, sacrifice, saving others, angst. I think that's it. If I missed anything please let me know.

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Your eyes blinked as you saw the raindrops falling down on top of you. You don’t remember exactly what happened, but you see the railcars moving. They’re safe. You smile to yourself as your body screams in pain, you want to move, to get up but everything is telling you that wouldn’t be a good idea.

For some reason your eyelids feel heavy, you want to close them, to fall asleep for just a little while, but in the back of your mind you know that’s not a good idea. 

You know you need to stay away, but … something doesn’t seem right. Your mind must be playing tricks on you because you see Crosshair kneeling down beside you, smiling.

Gods, how you missed that smile. You close your eyes fighting back tears, as you feel his hand on your cheek. 

“Hey mesh’la”

“Crosshair?”

“Who else?”

“Wha … what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? It’s date night.”

You blinked as you were no longer lying on the floor of the valley on Eriadu, you were now in your living room. You looked down at your dress, it was the one Crosshair loved on you, the yellow one with white flowers on the bottom half of your skirt. You slowly sat up, shaking your head.

“I just had the craziest dream.”

“Really?” He smiled leaning in closer, “Anything you wanna recreate?” He smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

You giggled, shaking your head slightly as you rolled your eyes at him, “Not that kind of dream, anyways what took you so long?”

“Sorry, Hunter was being impossible, but I’m here now” he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, claiming your mouth the way he always used to. Used to, no that’s not right. Does. The way he always does. 

You pulled back, shaking your head.

“You okay, mesh’la?”

“Yeah, just … Crosshair where are we?”

He looked around and smirked, “If I’m not mistaken mesh’la, your apartment on Coruscant,” he answered, his eyebrow arching amused with his own answer. You simply shook your head, fighting the amused look on your face. 

As you looked into his eyes, you reached your hand up and caressed his cheek. You missed touching his cheek like this, trying to comfort him as much as you could … missed? He was right here, why would you be missing touching his cheek. 

“Well shall we?” You tilted your head smiling.

“By all means,” he took your hand in his, guiding you out of the apartment, towards 79’s. 

The night progressed, with a lot of dancing, a lot of touching, and a lot of drinking. 

You remembered how he started to kiss you in the taxi, how it continued as you got on the lift to your apartment, you remembered how quickly you both got undressed. How you held him so tight afraid it would’ve been the last time. 

The next morning you watched as he got dressed, and sat beside you on the bed, “I had fun last night, mesh’la.”

“So did I, Cross.” You smiled as you held his hand, “How long are you going to be away this time?”

“Not sure, they brought us back to help with some mission to find a spy or something; doesn’t matter one mission is the same as the next. I’ll be back.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You promise?”

“Nothing could keep me away from you.”

You smirked as you looked into his eyes, “Liar.”

“Nope.” He held up his right hand, “I swear, if I’m not back it’s because I’m dead. Then you’ll have to deal with my brothers on your own.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head, “Your brothers aren’t that bad.”

He let out a huff, “Yes, they are, but you’re too kind-hearted to know the difference. Anyway that’s always been the deal, if anything happens to me, Hunter will look after you. Alright? But nothing’s going to happen, so you’re stuck with me.”

You pulled him in one last time, kissing him with all the passion and love you felt for him, “I love you, Crosshair.”

“I love you, mesh’la. I gotta go. I’ll comm you when I can.”

With that he was gone.

A pain entered your head, as memories after that moment flashed through your mind, Hunter appearing at your door, telling you they had to run. Meeting Omega. Fighting for Crosshair all that time.

Your feet felt cold, as though the rain had filled your boots. You blinked and you were back on Eriadu, still on the floor of the valley. The rain was still coming down … was that rain? You touched your cheeks slowly, painfully, no… that was rain. It was tears. 

You glanced around hoping you’d see Crosshair one more time, but it wasn’t real… he wasn’t there. You breathed out one last time, unable to recall if that was really the last time you kissed Crosshair. 

Despite how hard you tried, your eyes closed as your world went dark. 

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author interview

tagged by: @starrybouquet and @sluttyhenley; i'm love you both 💖

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

49 + 1 currently unrevealed work

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

240,810

3. what fandoms do you write for?

i never truly abandon old fandoms, but recently been it's house of the dragon, elden ring, stranger things, gilmore girls, and some niche fandoms like berserk and [redacted]

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

like a heartbeat drives you mad

the dreadful need in the devotee

and my body found the wind

stuck in colder weather

all the love you need

5. do you respond to comments?

yes! it may take me eighty-four years, but i love and appreciate every comment i receive, and i will get around to responding to them eventually! i swear!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

lmao uh. probably either the clouds will form a crown or in the violence of our dreams, both of which just provide nuance around the canon endings of robert baratheon and judas, respectively

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmm. this is a self drag, but i feel like i rarely do out and out straightforwardly happy endings? i feel like the answer is either the mercy wheel, which fixes dany's atrocious season eight character arc, or tongue's talkin' riddles (sticky sweet), which gives chrissy and eddie a mostly happy future together instead of horrible deaths in deeply cursed hawkins

8. do you get hate on fics?

nope

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

unfortunately, i do in fact write sex. most of it very explicit, even! i'm a big believer in sex as an emotionally-charged vehicle for character development

also sometimes you just wanna see two characters bone, you know?

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i have a lot of fun throwing crossover spaghetti at the wall in various dms, but i have never actually written a crossover

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of, no

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

i've had a couple requests to translate my fics, but i unfortunately had to say no because the translators wanted to host the translations outside of AO3, which is not something i'm comfortable with

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have indeed! keep calling me home is a really fun little round robin fic i wrote with three other authors a couple years ago

14. what’s your all time favorite ship?

you want me to choose? come back with a warrant.

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

shut UP leave me ALONE i am GOING to finish all my wips!!!!!!!

16. what are your writing strengths?

emotion! imagery! themes!

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

l m a o it's plot. also: humor.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

unless you speak the language, it gets real dicey real fast. i personally avoid it unless a) it’s a canonical term/phrase, like all the faux-russian bullshit in the grisha trilogy, or b) i can check the grammar/usage with a native speaker or someone who is solidly fluent

19. first fandom you wrote for?

[redacted] way back ages ago on [redacted]

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

oh man, this is tough! i think right now it's something in the night, because i got to dig in to one of my all-time favorite characters by having him froth at the mouth about my all-time favorite musician, and i'm really pleased with how it turned out

(jess mariano: absolutely unhinged about bruce springsteen! just like me!)

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[mooodyblue]

polar plunge | elvis x gn!reader

summary: (requested) you come up with an idea to help elvis raise money for charity, but it takes some convincing to do.

warnings: cursing? i think that's it.

wc: 1.4k

note: this was written with 69/70's elvis in mind, hope i did this request justice 🫶🏼

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elvis had your hand in his as you two were curled up in front of the fire, a soft record from his collection playing in the background. it was a cozy evening, just talking about upcoming plans for after the new year. there was a brief period of silence where you just enjoyed each other's company. you had your head resting on his shoulder as he glanced outside the window, watching the snow fall. “y’know, it’s a damn shame” he broke the silence

you lifted your head and looked out the window, “what is?”

he kept his eyes still on the snow. “some people aren’t as fortunate as me. not as lucky.” he started. “the way we struggled growin’ up…people are still dealin’ with that, some people have it worse than i did.”

you frowned at the sudden conversation. one of the things you admired about elvis was how much he wanted to give. any time he had a friend in need or ran into a stranger in need, he did everything he possibly could to help them. money? a new car? a new house? hospital bill? he had it covered. that doesn't even count the money he donates privately plus the charity concerts and events he occasionally holds.

"i always feel like i'm not doin' enough." he sighed.

suddenly, an idea popped into your head. a lightbulb would be over your head if it were humanly possible. you lifted your head off his shoulder and asked, "can i suggest something?" elvis turned to look at you. "a polar plunge." he looked at you like you were crazy. "don't look at me like that! it was just a suggestion! anyway, it'd be a fun way to raise money."

"baby, i love you. but you're talkin' crazy. ain't no way in hell am i gettin' in below-freezing water." he shook his head, letting out a small laugh. he turned his head back to the snow, still slightly laughing at your suggestion.

"and miss the chance to see me in a swimsuit?"

if elvis turned his head any faster, his neck would have snapped right off. "i'm listenin'."

you rolled your eyes, smacking him playfully on his arm. "you could get the guys involved too. we'd raise a pretty good amount of money especially if it's you doing it." you also just felt like seeing his mafia suffer for a few minutes just for the hell of it. you hated having to share elvis with them sometimes.

elvis had to really think about it. he really didn't want to do it, but it was a good idea. god, he hated how it was a good idea. but it was for charity, after all. he’d get to cuddle up with you afterward too which was a bonus. it would take some convincing of the mafia though, that’s for sure. they often said yes to everything he did, but this may be pushing it for them. picturing red or jerry running through freezing cold water got a chuckle out of him. “yea, alright. let’s see what we can do.”

when it came down to planning the event, the guys thought he was insane.

“e.p, you’ve come up with some crazy ideas in your life but that just might be the craziest one of them all. i’m tappin’ out.” sonny crossed his arms. the rest of the group chipped along with him in agreement.

red nodded along with him, taking a swig from his glass. “you wanna raise money so bad, come up with somethin’ else.”

everyone started complaining, talking over each other and trying to brainstorm better ideas. elvis wasn’t gonna have it though. “thats enough!” he shouted over the group of men. “i don’t care what y’all wanna do and what y’all don’t want to do. this is what i want to do and you’re all gonna do it regardless of what you think.”

they all looked at each other, lamar raising an eyebrow. “or what?”

elvis shot him a stern look in return. “you really wanna ask that question?” they should know better than to push the man and test his limits, he rarely took no for an answer for a reason. “because if ya don’t, you’re all fired.” and elvis was serious about it. “and anyway, for each one of you that does do it, it's more money that goes to kids. either don't do it and feel like shit or do it, feel like shit but know you did it for a good cause.”

you let out a small giggle at the last statement, catching an angry look from lamar. “i’ll double it if you all join in.” you shrugged.

“see!” elvis exclaimed. “now, let's pick out a date.”

even though it was your idea, you were still nervous. so now here you were, wrapped in a jacket with a new swimsuit underneath it, shivering as a cold breeze came through the air. everyone but elvis looked like they didn't want to be there, which was understandable. it was a good thing you didn't suggest costumes, that could have caused an even bigger argument. it was colder than you had thought it'd be. thankfully it had stopped snowing a few hours ago. there were also cameras everywhere, why did you decide this was a good idea? this is for a good cause, you reminded yourself. elvis interrupted your thoughts, placing a hand on your shoulder. “when we're done, i’ll send the boys away and we can get another fire goin’ at home.” he whispered in your ear. “sounds wonderful.” you smiled at him, nodding.

“alright, y'all ready?” elvis threw his coat off along with everyone else, getting in a line by the shore facing the freezing-cold water. elvis was beside you with jerry on the opposite side of you, muttering out a quiet i don't wanna be here. to himself. elvis took your hand, holding onto it tightly. “we'll go in together.” you let out a sigh of relief, enjoying the small bit of warmth from his hand in yours. people behind you started counting down. you couldn't believe you were really doing this. the countdown finished and everyone was rushing into the icy water. elvis made sure to not let go of your hand the whole time you were running.

letting out a shriek as your feet hit the cold water, elvis laughed softly and held onto your waist as you got as deep as you could. “why is it so fucking cold?!” you shouted.

“why are you askin’? this was your idea!” the cold was getting to elvis now, who looked over at his friends who were suffering even worse than you and elvis were. although, some of them were off making bets of who could stand in the water the longest. elvis couldn't take it any longer, he picked you up from the water, carrying you out as the many cameras surrounding the area captured every moment. he quickly wrapped a coat around you before putting one on himself, watching his friends still wander around in the water. “you think one of ‘em’s gonna come back sick? placin’ my bets on lamar.” he wrapped his arms back around you, holding you close with your back pressed against his front.

you scoffed, shivering in his hold. “are you kidding? it's gonna be sonny for sure.”

everyone eventually returned from the water, having been called out to prevent any risk of hypothermia. he really had the most stubborn group of friends to walk on this earth. elvis finished up his interviews and talking with the camera crews before sending his friends off and telling them to go warm up. and as elvis said he would, he brought you back home to graceland and set up a fire. you were both in comfy, warm sweaters under a blanket in front of the fireplace, a cup of hot chocolate in your hand. “what do you think? stupidest idea i've ever come up with or the best idea i've ever come up with?” you asked jokingly.

he poked at the fire once more before scooting back and up against you. “well, it was an idea.”

you took a sip from your mug. “at least we raised money though, i just hope nobody got sick.”

“i wouldn't worry about ‘em.” he shrugged. “maybe we should do that again next year.” elvis suggested.

“please, god no.”

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[steventhusiast]

Fanfic Tag Game

tagged by @hbyrde36 for this lil tag game EEEE i love tag games :D

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

12. a lot of them aren't stranger things related tho! and they're allll oneshots. working on my first (first for this account anyway) multi-chapter fic atm :D

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

27,486 hoooo boy idk if that's more or less than expected. like i said, mostly oneshots!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently only writing stranger things fics, but every now and then i go back to my spider-man phase so i'll inevitably write spider-man fanfic again. i've also written moon knight (tv show) fanfic before. i just love when my blorbos suffer what can i say

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

NONE of these are stranger things fics fdhgskjfhd

When Peter Forgot What Day It Was

Debriefed

Protector

When the Past Calls

Avengers, Meet Moon Knight

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! i didn't for a while because i didn't know how to respond to like, comments with just emojis? i've always appreciated them but yeah only started trying to respond to ALL comments recently. love comments so much, so i want to encourage as much as possible!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmmm idk i tend to write hurt/comfort, like it ALWAYS ends with some sort of happy. so idk. i mean there is To All The Days We Were Together (To All The Time We Were Apart) which i'm SUPER proud of and that is super sad because it acknowledges eddie's canon death while also being a steddie fic. poor stevie

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmmm maybe Google Translate? it's not got LOADS of plot in it it's just a cute lil meet cute.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

gonna also knock so hard on wood for this, but so far no. i've received a comment pointing out how i've gotten various cultural aspects wrong before and just corrected, but never something hateful. i'm definitely VERY afraid of getting hate though. i am fuelled by validation

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

no, i kind of want to give it a try though? i used to write it (like when i was fifteen/sixteen LMAO) and the things i wrote did well but,, obviously i didn't know anything? you know? idk maybe i should give it another go

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not really? crossovers feel like BIG projects and i haven't really done a big project yet

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no. i've had people request to translate my fics before though? which doesn't count but like,, feels weird because i think one time (when i was writing on wattpad), the person didn't even ask they just started publishing my fic translated and didn't credit me.......... was so strange

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

LMAO yes. both with permission and without as mentioned. i don't mind it if people ask, you know! i just have to make sure it links back to me- it's my work

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i don't know, this is a hard one. steddie right now,, but like. i just enjoy fics my favourite charaters are in, you know? i will read any ship that is well written and contains steve, and most ships that are well written that contain robin, etc etc.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i would LIKE to think i will finish my WIPs but i don't know. im not very good at that. we will see, i don't wanna say any and discourage myself

16. What are your writing strengths?

i find these kinds of questions very hard to answer HAHA. i think maybeeee i'm quite good at writing internal monologue? i don't know. i get worried to say things like that because i don't want to sound like i'm boasting and it not even be a boast that's supported LMAO. i TRY and ENJOY writing internal monologues of characters a lot, and often have to cut things out to make sure it's not going too internal

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

transitions. i'm TRYING to get it in my head that i don't always have to detail every little thing for the reader to know it's happened, you know? need to work on figuring out things people can assume has happened, or fill in the gaps for, and what people can't

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i don't mind it! i think it depends, you know? if the reader is supposed to understand the dialogue, i prefer if there's a translation in brackets or something, or when it's written in english but the dialogue description tells me the language, more than if i have to scroll all the way to a bottom of a chapter to find the translation. and if the dialogue is NOT meant to be understood by the main character/reader (unless you speak the language of course), i LOVE it i think it's neat

19. First fandom you wrote for?

troye sivan..

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

either Separation Entwined (she is near and dear to my heart) or When Peter Parker Forgot What Day It Was because it's me combining all my favourite spider-man oneshot tropes into one thing fhdjsgkdf

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[orbitalpirate]

I was tagged by the brilliant incredible awe-inspiring endlessly-talented wonderful @sighonaraa in the following tag game, thank you so much <3

(All Ted Lasso works referenced can be found in my pinned Tumblr post I'm too lazy to add all the links)

1. How many works do you have on ao3

17 (when did it get that high????)

2. What's your ao3 word count?

71,560

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Ted Lasso.... though something else might be in the works

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Daft Pretty Boys (multiship)

All Night (Always) (jan/richard)

Am I So Obvious? (Jan/Richard)

I Wanna Deserve You (Jan/ Richard)

Burning Like There's Always Been (Jan/Richard)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

No because I am so bad with compliments and I'm worried me being all bashful and saying "noo I'm bad" is annoying lol

6. Whats the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably back when I wrote Dungeons and Daddies fic (which I don't know if I'll ever return to sorry to my followers from that Era but maybe??) My fic A Boy Of Disparate Parts is pretty soul crushing to me

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's between I Wanna Deserve You and Am I So Obvious? but I'd probably give it to AISO

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not in a while, I've had some homophobes send me anon asks before but I don't let it bother me, I always answer with kindness and education and it kind of takes the wind out of their sails

9. Do you write smut and if so what kind?

So I tried to write a poly smut scene once and got so embarrassed I abandoned it BUT I am considering it again so we'll see

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

I'm writing my 1st one ever now bc an anon requested it and I enjoy having fun lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep. Long story. I worked it out though.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but I would be so honored lol

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before

I have an old ao3 account that was me and my sister writing an anime group chat fic together. It is very cringe but we had fun.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

This is so cringe but I have a pinterest board dedicated to basically every ship I've ever had and I welcome anyone who wishes to explore it lol. The ship I come back to the most is Jenson and Cougar from the comic The Losers so probably that

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My abandoned fic for Dungeons and Daddies. I had so many ideas but then I got so so far behind in the podcast and I can't write without being caught up and it feels like I lost the chance to continue it

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am bad at being nice to myself but I like to think I'm a funny writer

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Too much of my greatest strength. That was a joke. It's a lot of things.

18. Thoughts is writing dialog in another language for a fic?

Do whatever you want forever. I've experimented with form while writing bilingual characters and I think there's no one right way to do this

19. First fandom you ever wrote for?

This is so embarrassing but when I was 13 I wrote rpf on Wattpad for YouTubers Jack and Dean

20. Favorite fic you've ever written

Rubberband Man has truly been such a wonderful journey for me and I can't wait for you all to see where it goes next <3

Tagging @fanficfanattic @yorkshire-rockchick and @carolinemathildes no pressure <3

[shubaka]

ahhh thanks for the tag @amidalleia <333

How many works do you have on AO3? 22!

What’s your total AO3 word count? 68,137 - i am not good at writing long fic hahaha

What fandoms do you write for? mainly Kinnporsche the Series... and I guess all the jeff multiverse jeffcest ridiculousness.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? The Wiked Lies We Live, It's Kim and Chay and Chay's Phi Jom, the height of romance, Nice Legs (omg old Teen Wolf fic haunting me lmao), these tulips were made for talking.

Do you respond to comments? usually, yes! i did fall behind on WLWL... was hoping to catch up on comments in the next few days haha

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? oooh that is probably the Big/Porsche ficlet three kisses (that did, shouldn't have, and didn't happen)

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i have a few with cute/happy endings, but i'll go with It's Kim and Chay and Chay's Phi Jom.

Do you get hate on fics? no just requests to update faster (sorry my friends, but unless i come into a large amount of money, i don't think i can take the time to spend all of my time on writing)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes. what does this mean what kind??? i'm still kind of "aksdjlfaw AHHH!" about it, but it feels more comfortable each time -- kind of like action scenes.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? if the mood strikes? hmm, i do have a Death Note Howl'sMovingCastle!AU fusion on my old LJ account but I don't think that really counts as a proper crossover. In Which Sunako is Sent to Ouran Academy to Become a Lady is the only crossover I've posted on ao3. It's a Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge (Wallflower) and Ouran High School Host Club crossover from.... 2006. ohmygod.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I'm aware of!

Have you ever had a fic translated? yes. hand wash with care has been translated into Russian

Have you ever co-written a fic before? i guess so. @snickerdoodlles and i were "yes and-ing" on tumblr with a drunken kimchay thing that accidentally went down the path of knife/blood play lmao. it's up on ao3 as drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart. also did a ridiculous "yes and-ing" survivor-idol-show kimchay thing with @subtextsays and @mightyyoiko you can read part 1 here and part 2 here.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? listen, if it takes me 10 years, it takes me 10 years. i'm not giving up on anything yet!!! hahahaha

What are your writing strengths? uuuhh. i don't know. maybe things on the sweet and silly side? i feel like i do my best writing when i'm having fun with it.

What are your writing weaknesses? writing consistently? i cannot for the life of me stick to a writing schedule. deadlines for fandom exchanges/events are fine. i'm great at meeting deadlines. but if it's me setting some arbitrary writing deadline for myself??? especially for multichapter fics?? HAHAHAHAHAH *disintegrates into nothing*

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? if it's necessary. sometimes there's cultural contexts to consider and sometimes the english equivalent just doesn't sound right.

First fandom you wrote for? gundam wing fic on some long gone yahoo group. good luck ever finding it.

Favorite fic you’ve written? ahhhhh how to choose?? i have a big soft spot for the height of romance because it got me back into writing fiction after over a decade hahaha. but also if you want an answer that will call me the fuck out, i'll say you are what you eat (they're twins) (the filmania!kim x boc!kim pwp) because i am way too invested in jeffcest. just tattoo that sickos image on my forehead *sobs*

okay snickerdoodlles, subtextsays, and mightyyoiko, i'm going to cheat and say you've all been tagged to do this (if you want) and of course if anyone else wants to do this, please do! i wanna read your answers :D

[ithinkabouttzu]

HIIII IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING 😊 LIKE IDK ITS SO GOOD AND THE SHIPS AAA i really love it! Please keep going!

Can you find me a ship with txt and enhypen? If its too much then txt.

OK ILL TELL YOU MY PERSONALITY FIRST

Tbh i don’t know myself very well but im an Aries and an intp 😊 im an very shy and quiet person, if anyone talks to me i turn red 😭 i hate that so much because then people think i have a crush on them when i don’t, but whatever. I can’t start an conversation and im a very awkward person like.. we would talk but then after that i would be quiet the whole time like “ Yeahh haha..” i cant keep a conversation going. If anyone talks about something im interested in THEN ILL BE SO TALKATIVE “ Wait you play that game too??! Whats your favorite character? Favorite song? What level are you in?” Literally.. but after that i would be so embarrassed and think that im bothering them HAHA. Anyway, IF IM CLOSE TO YOU THOUGH like we’re friends then im a whole new person. Im literally crazy 😭 i become the most loudest person, i could be myself, I love that. we can play any silly games 😊tag? Sure, hide and seek? Sure, wanna play fight? HELL YES, board games? Anything?? Make our own game? Video games? CARRY EACH OTHER? stare at each other? Anything bro just anything we could do together. I hate losing so if i lose i go more crazy and If i win then HAHAH loser i win. Just joking around and doing whatever we want. I also joke around a lot, but if we’re in a serious situation then i understand. My siblings say im the funniest and the craziest and that they love that about me because i can make them smile and laugh whenever they feel down, that makes me happy. Im happy that i can make them smile and laugh HAHA even my best friend said that. Im really bad at comforting people, but i make sure that im listening to them so that they don’t feel that they’re being ignored and feel that i don’t care when i really do care, they’re precious to me. Whenever i feel or see that they’re being left out, i try my best to not make them feel that, i give them my full attention and ask them questions or do jokes. I try to give the same amount attention to my friends, i hate seeing them left out because i understand how it feels and it doesn’t feel good unless they wanna be alone. Whenever im mad i try my best to hold it, but if i cant then i just laugh. If im sad then i just hold it too, think of something funny.

Crap did i say too much?.. AA I DID IM SORRYHAHAA basically im a very quiet shy person if im not close to you but if i am then im loud and energetic. Im a caring person that says a lot of jokes and that holds their madness and sadness 😊 by laughing and thinking of something funny.

I love perfumes, plushies, lotions, music, singing, gaming(mostly rhythm games) and dancing even though i suck at dancing but im learning.

I wear glasses, dark brown eyes and hair, medium hair. Im chubby 😭 im trying to lose weight. Im not that dumb (i hope) but im also not that smart, im pretty average.

Im sorry if it didnt make sense, this is all i know about myself.

I really hope you find me a ship! LOVE YOUU

yes hi thank you for your request! I’m gonna do txt first just so that way I can give you a full ship! 💗

I ship you with…

Kang Taehyun!

Song recommendation: Boyfriend - Big Time Rush

- You guys would be ADORBALLEEE OMG 😩

- he really is the yin to your yang, like he evens you out so well and it’s so good and healthy to have a relationship like that, you bring the best out of him and he does the exact same thing for you, y’all are each others ride or die

- you’re the talker and he’s the listener, like you’re super outgoing and he’s more on the chill side, both of your personalities are so complimenting to each other though, it’s so cute and you guys blend together so well

- When you guys play games together it can get dangerous LOL, both of you are super competitive when playing games with each other, so when one of you ends up actually losing it can easily turn into an argument if you guys let it

- even though you usually “laugh off the pain” when you’re sad or angry, most people wouldn’t notice that you actually are sad, but Tae, he can see right through your emotions, like he can see just one look on your face and know that something isn’t right. When that happens then he’ll try to talk to you and see personally if you are okay and if not what he can do to make you okay

- when you give him some of his shirts back after having them over at your place, he will put them on and they will smell just like your perfume, he loves the smell so much bc it reminds him of you, sometimes he’ll keep those shirts of his with perfume on it and not wash them for a while just so that when he’s missing you, he can put it on 🥹

- canon: you guys have the cutest little shared playlist together with the most romantic songs in there, he’ll remind you over and over again why he put certain songs in there, “i put that one in because it reminded me of our first date” UGH HES SUCH A ROMANTIC

- you are so funny to him, like it’s almost embarrassing to him that you can make him giggle so easily, like the guys and all of his family could see a significant difference in his smile when he started dating you, you just make him so happy overall and it’s adorable

- other than that, you are so physically attractive to him too, like he could just stare into your eyes forever, and never get tired once, he will always and always remind you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are to him, like you are drop dead GORGEOUS to Tae

- overall you guys are so good for one another, like lighting and thunder, besties and lovers, both of you respect each other so much and love one another to the moon and back, y’all’s relationship is actually so so cute 🥹

Thank you for your request again! plus you sound so fun to hangout with! 🙃💗

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

Fluffy prompt list

Request what ya want. Reader is always BIPoC/PoC.

1. Watching movies together on a rainy night.  

Singing both of your favorite songs at karaoke night with friends.  

Having a study session together that ends up as a cuddle session.  

Having a random night out on the town.  

Making your favorite meal together.  

Reenacting a scene from your favorite movie and even though it doesn’t go as planned, you two still have fun.  

Accidentally falling asleep on the other person in public.  

Self care

Laser Tag/Paintball

Let's go on an Adventure!

They are too hot when you sleep

Bookstore fun

Having a snowball fight

Having a late-night video game session together.  

Waking up and they aren't there

Sleeping in

Going to their hometown and exploring all of the local areas together.  

Sneaking in a kiss

Doing a project with them

Streaming a cute couples’ activity to their fans

Surprise!

Taking care of them when they are sick 

Going to a cosplay convention together.  

Having a cute date with them  

Stargazing with them and a shooting star happens

Visiting them and giving them love even though they’re busy.  

Cheering on them at one of their games.  

Visiting their Animal Crossing world and having fun/video chatting with one another despite being far away from each other.  

Going on a vacation retreat with your (___) and their friends and finally getting some alone time.  

Spending a morning in together

“Can I kiss you!” “Is that your attempt at a pick-up line?”  

“How did I get so lucky?”  

“Are you serious?” “Oh yes, incredibly serious”  

“How about that kiss?”  

“Can I braid you hair?”  

“You make me feel loved”  

“Just admit it! You are so in love with me.”  

“I am so proud of you!”  

“You make me the happiest I have ever been  

 “I wanna keep him!”  

“You’re just as beautiful as the day I left you…”  

“No! The cat has had enough cuddles it is my turn!”  

“This is where I sweep you off your feet, but I forgot how to dance.”  

“Just one more kiss?”  

“Marry me!” “I just met you”  

“Your eyes are beautiful”  

 “Will you marry me?” “We’re already married. Lay down you’re drunk”  

“What are you staring at? Do I have something on my face?”  

“Pretty…” “What?” “Nothing!”  

“I bought this because it reminded me of you!”  

“You have never been a burden.”  

 “What’s your favorite color?” “What’s the color of your eyes again?”  

 “Another Romance Novel? You know I’m right here right?”  

 “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”  

“I knew from the end of our first date that I was going to marry you.”  

 “What does LMAO mean?”  

 “I… I tolerate you…” “I love you too”  

 “Hey I got you some flowers!” “Isn’t it suppose to be the guy who gets the flowers?”  

 “I heard that you liked someone! Who is the lucky guy?” “…” “Or girl…”  

 “You are my candy girl~” “Is that a song reference?”  

“Do you have to proclaim your love every time we are out?”  

 “What is the craziest thing you have ever done?” “Love you…”  

“Is there anything you can’t do?” “I can’t tell if that is an insult or a complement…”  

 “What would I do without you?” “Crash and burn.”  

 “Do you have anything to say?” “…Um… I love you?”  

 “I said no!” “And puppy says yes!”  

 “You need to drink water.” “No… What I need is a kiss, and one of your best pastries!”  

 “Yes!” “No!” “Yes!” “No!” “Yes!” “Oh m- Fine okay!”  

 “Is there anything in there?” “My heart…” “…  I mean in the other chest numb nuts!”  

 “I need…” “What is it? What do you need!” “A… Kiss…” “Now is not the time you are dying!” 

[zaruba-needslove]

20 questions for fic writers

Saw this post by @gekidasa and I thought I wanna do this thing too. Cos I rarely get sent or tagged with this kinda stuff XD

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 581 (including the ones posted anonymously)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,649,635 as of currently

3. What fandoms do you write for? Saiyuki, Goblin Slayer, Code Geass, Yugioh, Yami no Matsuei, some other niche anime and manga titles, Toku series (Kamen Rider, Super Sentai, Ultraman, GARO and one very rare Cybercop fic, a whole bunch of KDramas, JDramas, BBC dramas which includes the Whoniverse and a few original writings. And oh... some game fandom too.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"Wife" - A Beyond Evil fic... based on this ONE scene that seemed to be so gay lol

Unread - A Descendant of the Sun fic set around the moment priot to the main leads reunion after the guy supposed died/went MIA on a mission

Alstromeria - A Detroit: Become Human fic set on a happy end outcome of the game.

Che ricorda - A Vincenzo fic.

Rouge - A fic based on Tomorrow kdrama

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Sometimes. Usually when people ask me stuff in the comments I'll definitely give some replies. Or if there's a very enthusiastic one that I can't help responding. Or just to thank people for the comments.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Unh... this one was a very hard question lol, since I wrote plenty of angsty fic. Heck, my main genre had been angst. Though I guess some of my angstiest fic I've written would be the one I wrote for the Hidarime Tantei Eye jdrama. There's this one Anti Hope AU I did about a scenario where Ainosuke was so in denial about his older brother's death that he actually created a delusion that his brother was still alive.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hehehe. Another hard stuff, one because I wrote more angst than fluff... and another, I'm not sure that I'm the write person to have a proper opinion about this XD. But if talking about my recent works... I might say my TanuKitsune series. Which basically referring to Sleeping Tanuki.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I did used to get some, just because I mainly wrote LuluKallen pairing in the Code Geass fandom. But in terms of flames... I already forgot about it cos that's like so many years ago.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Hehe. Nowadays... yes. I wrote quite an amount, openly and anonymously. Mostly from the Geats fandom.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I used to. I wouldn't say any of them came close to being described as 'crazy'. Cos there's one on CCS/YGO and KR/SS multiverse project that revolves around Decade and Gokaiger. In terms of scale, I guess the Gokaiger one was crazy. Like imagine trying to add more inside lore to the one in series since Gokai barely delve too deep when doing all the episodes with the previous teams. Or if you count that tiny crossover I did in some of my Geats fic, yeah that's crazy. Like KR Geats and Team Batista series had NOTHING in common between them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Has it happened before? I don't really remember.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Several times. I've got someone asking me if they could translate my fic into Russian, and several other requests asking to translate my fics into Mandarin. I forgot if there were any other requests for other languages besides those two.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Kouga/Kaoru is still my all-time fav even if I don't write too much Garo fic. In that case, KeiAce probably fit the bill more now.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Passing the Torch - because it'll require me to rewatch the episodes and the corresponding tribute series that by know I don't think I'll have enough attention span and time to do and think up stuff.

16. What are your writing strengths? To be honest, half the time I'm not sure what's my real strength in anything. But depending on my level of hyper-focusing at a time I can be pretty good at keeping the voice of my characters... and sometimes people say that I could emulate the same writing style as the original writers, which had been one of the sweetest compliments I've ever received.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogues... maybe, because sometimes I have harder time trying to voice out my characters thoughts on something... also I get distracted/derailed easily so half the time the plot just ran off on its own.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I usually avoid it unless I'm proficient in said language.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Gensoumaden Saiyuki, I think. Goku/Sanzo

20. Favorite fic you've written? I wrote so many it's hard to pick any favourites tbh But I guess my TanuKitsune series would be some of them. Also Atonement. Just because I love how the plot end up coming together nicely.

Tagging: Not sure if anyone would bother doing this... but feel free if you wanna do this

[xunolic]

hey there! I would like to request a smut with dokyeom. He’s your boyfriend and he wants to take your relationship in the new level but he’s scared he might not satisfy you because he is not that experienced. Thank you!

pairing: seokmin x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: explicit language, riding, inexperienced!seokmin, experienced!reader, bit of sub!seok, unprotected sex (wrap the willy silly)

✎genre: smut!!, fluff

a/n: minors DO NOT interact. rushed, weird ending. anon i apologize :( definitely not proofread

soju. not the epitome of your relationship, but it was one of the many ways you could steal your boyfriend away from his hectic schedules.

you were a bit more lightweight than seokmin, but you never did the craziest of things, sometimes it looked like you were sober by the way you acted. when drunk, seokmin was 1) loud and 2) open-minded; he tended to say whatever was on his mind. there were many times seokmin had told you weird secrets about his members you don’t think anyone would want to know. he turned to you, a thought already on his mind and you thought it was going to be another embarrassing story about hoshi or about himself.

“yes?” you asked curiously.

“you know what i've realized?” he asked. you looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

“we haven't fucked before.”

you choked, you don’t even know what it was you choked on, but you did. it was true though; you and seokmin had been together for almost two years and the closest you’ve gotten to having sex is making out on the sofa now and then, and even then you were wet out of your mind but felt forced to just get over it.

“but~” he carried on. “i don’t want to give you a bad time. i want our first time to be great, better than anything you’ve had. i don’t wanna just fuck you y/n, i want to make love to you.”

all you could do is sit through his rant, and hearing him talk sent heat through your body. “i want to be good for you y/n.”

“seok… you know you’re already the best for me, right? i love you. there’s no way that when we do have sex, it’ll be just fucking, i’m sorry i don’t show you how much i love you,” you responded, putting your hand on his cheek, his eyes boring into yours.

he shook his head, bringing his hand to hold in yours. “don’t say that. you show it enough y/n. i wish i had more time to show you how much you mean to me though, i’ve been so busy with everything that it feels like i've been pushing you away.”

you frowned, playing with his fingers as you looked at your interlocked hands, “i mean… you have time now, don’t you?” you looked up at him through your lashes, his eyes trailing on you.

“you sure about this?” he asked, looking down at you still playing with fingers nervously. you nod, saying a simple ‘yes’ that had seokmin pulling you in his lap. his lips latched on yours, holding onto your hips gently as you sighed softly into the kiss. your arms instantly wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer.

seokmin kissed as well as he sang. it was so unfair to anyone who didnt get to experience it. seokmin stood up with you in his arms as he walked both of you back to your room, not breaking the kiss for a second. he laid you on the mattress, laying on top of you without a second thought. once he pulled away, you were left breathless. his hair was already slightly messy from rehearsals so you giggled softly, moving strands from his face.

our hands tugged at his shirt as he sat up, pulling it over his head, tossing it as he stood up in front of the bed, playing with his hands a bit nervous. you noticed his hand fidgeting as you brought yours to his. you grabbed them, placing them at the waistband of your sleep shorts. of course, you didn’t need much foreplay, seokmin’s presence was enough to make your head spin with lust. he bit his lip looking at you as you lift your hips, physically asking him to take the shorts off you. he pulled down the shorts, finding you weren’t wearing underwear. the cooling of the air and seokmin’s stare ripping a whimper from your mouth.

“someone had this planned…” he mumbled. you shook your head with a small smile on your face as you pulled him beside you.

“did not.”

“did too.”

“did not…” you shut him up by climbing up in his lap, holding onto his face with both of your hands. seokmin felt you wetting his pants every passing second you sat on his lap. this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary since you two usually made out, but his grip on you was different than any other time. he pushed you down on his lap, your clit brushing perfectly against his tented crotch. “m-mm,” you hummed out softly, resting your head on his shoulder.

“do… so… should we um,” and there his nervousness was again. you peered up at him, sighing softly.

“seok. don’t be nervous… just, do what you would do with your past girlfriends.”

“i only had two others… and they told me i didn’t do well.”

“i doubt it had anything to do with you…” you slowly moved down his thighs, unbuttoning his pants, gliding them down his legs. seokmin tried to push through his nerves, pushing his boxers down, his hardened cock flopping against his abdomen. you stared at him, wanting so badly to put it in your mouth, but you refrained. you needed him as soon as possible and you ached for him to be in you.

you were relieved seokmin pushed his nerves aside because you truly doubt that he would be fucking you as well as he was. for someone who didn’t have too much experience, he made up for it by his lack of self-control. his hips pistoned up into yours from his seated position. you don’t know what took over him from when he first pushed his cock into you to now, but you were keen about the shift.

the slow, gentle thrusts from when you were riding him had turned into erratic, desperate ones. his hips jackhammered into you, his groans, needy.

“fuck~” you clawed at his shoulders, seokmin too lost in you to even care. the way his cock angled in you made your eyes roll back and your body fall forward.

there was no taking over as much as you tried, knowing seokmin was growing a bit tired. his hips never stilled in you, “seok, p-please, slow down a b-bit.” he took note of your pleas, trying to calm himself as his pace got slower, yet his thrusts were brutal. he’s wanted this for the longest, he didn't want this to end, the way his nails dug at your skin, the way his breath staggered, it was too much for him.

“so… so tight. feels so good. gonna cum.”

once you felt his body almost shut down and delay, you took matters into your own hands. you started to bounce on his engorged cock, swallowing down moans as he kissed your lips. for your first time with him, you knew it’d be good, but not as good as it felt now. you rolled your hips, eyes fluttered shut, your orgasm building up faster than you predicted. “shit, rub.. rub me here,” you told your boyfriend, grabbing his hand, putting it on your clit.

seokmin looked at you, his eyes filling with the need to please you. he nodded, rubbing your wet bud, not really knowing which way to do it for you to actually feel god.. “does this feel good?” he muttered, looking at you.

“hm,” you guided his wrist in a circular motion, him slowly understanding enough to do it on his own. you let out a piercing moan, his fingers increasing in pace once he felt your pussy tighten up on the base of his dick. “fuck yes seok. gonna cum baby.”

he knew he was close, but he didn’t expect to be this close. his body tensed in pleasure, his load spilling in you. you gasped and groaned from his seed filling you up. “mm, fucked me full, love. now help me cum, yeah?” his fingers had stilled on your clit, but you kept rolling your hip on his softening member. he nodded lazily, continuing to rub your clit. he circled the sensitive area until you crashed, a sudden cry leaving your mouth.

as your hips halted and your orgasm subdued, you leaned your body against his. he rubbed your back gently, humming out small praises and “thank yous” from here and there. you relaxed in his arms, the feeling of him holding you was comforting as he kissed your forehead, bringing you back to, looking at him. “you… you did really good baby.”

“i love you y/n. i love you so fucking much,” he confessed, his head against the wall, his eyes closed.

“i love you seok.”