#going from desperate to apologize to buddy

[dwaekkicidal]

Lessons

˚ʚfwb!Bang Chan x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Just a regular session of your best friend helping you learn Korean <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.6k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, nicknames; ‘honey and good girl,’ pvssy slaps, playful ass&thigh spanking, Chris calls himself Daddy once lol, rough sex, creampie (try to pee after sex pls <3)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: max and I spoke about this a few weeks ago and it was soo hot so I wanted to write something for it,,, but then I lost motivation for it for a while😭 anyways hope u enjoy <3

OH and thank you for 700 followers!! (im late so now so ~25 away from 800) :''') I have something planned for if/when I hit 1k hehe, Love u guys :>

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After you had moved to Korea, you made it your sole goal to be completely fluent in Korean as soon as possible. You knew the basics and some vocabulary that got you through day-to-day encounters, but holding an actual conversation past introductions was rather difficult. So, this is how you found yourself in your current situation. Your best friend and fuck buddy of 2 years giving you weekly Korean lessons.

And this? This was a normal thing between you both. Sitting in his lap practicing while he sits there explaining things and kneading your thighs mindlessly. It was a normal occurrence! The only difference is you usually wore sweats or some sort of bottom that would cover your legs more. Today was one of the hotter days of the week, so you disregarded the extras and opted to only wear one of his shirts, nothing else.

His hands rubbed eagerly up and down your thighs, squeezing the flesh like he does with soft pillows. Again, it was normal, but today he seemed to be restless with his movements. You couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath when he mindlessly squeezed the flesh of your inner thigh rather roughly while he translated a word you couldn’t figure out. “What is up with you today? You’re more touchy-feely than usual.”

“Sorry haha. Had a long day so I’m fidgety.. And you know I can’t resist you in nothing but my shirt.” You only hummed in response. You believed what he said, but you also knew that he wasn’t stupid and that the apology was not for his roughness as much as it was for how riled up he knew you were getting. He was never actually sorry about being physically affectionate with you, but you both knew how you tended to get very horny when his hands were on you so desperately.

“Mmmm.. Let me play with you a little while you read, okay?” You shake your head and push your study items away, pulling a laugh from him when you mumbled out ‘Fuck that, I need you.’

“None of that hahaha. Focus on the reading, honey.” He said, placing a kiss on your cheek before leaning down and biting into your neck. You groaned and leaned back into him, grinding against him in an attempt to make him fold in your favor. He let the first few grinds pass as he left hickeys along your neck, but the second your hands cupped him through his shorts he grabbed your hips to still your movements.

“Hey.“ The commanding tone in his voice caught you off guard and had your hands immediately stop in their tracks. “Stop that. You’re going to finish reading this text and then I’ll fuck you nice and good.”

“It’s not that serious, Chris. It's just a few paragraphs, we can do it after or just skip out this week.. Plus it’s your fault I’m this horny anyways.” The attitude in your voice makes him narrow his eyes, and then he grabs your chin and angles you to look back at him.

“Watch your tone. And I’m not gonna tell you again,” His hand grabbed both of yours and placed them on the table before moving to spread your legs open for him. Then, he finishes his sentence and enunciates each word with a harsh smack to your bare cunt. “Finish. Reading. The. Article.” The last one comes off harder than the others and it pulls a squeal from you, making your hands shoot down and wrap around his wrist while your legs slam shut against his hand. He grabs from your inner knee and hooks your legs over his, keeping you spread for him, and he pulls your book closer again.

You can feel the teasing smile on his face after he places a kiss on your cheek and then speaks against it. “You only have one article left, honey. The quicker you read it, the quicker I can bend you over and fuck you into the table~” You can’t help but whine and nod. Once you look down at the material again, Chris’ hands that were previously rubbing your inner thigh move back to rub along your wet folds. 

Then for what feels like the next hour, but was really just 20 long minutes, you slur out the words in front of you as best as you can. Chris’ left hand swapped between drawing circles into your clit and pinching your nipple, while his right hand shoved fingers against your walls. And every couple of minutes he would swap between kissing your neck to sucking hickeys into your collarbone. However, you weren’t allowed to cum and any time you mispronounced something or took too long to read a word, a stern slap was sent against your clit. As long as you continued to read well, he would pump 3 of his fingers in and out of you.

By the time you’re halfway through the material, your mind is foggy and you’re almost drooling on yourself from the constant edging. By the time you’re on the last sentence, your legs are shaking and you're slumped against him letting out quiet moans. Your neck and collarbone were so red from his incessant suckling, and you were desperate to get this over with. And then, when you finally finished, he stopped all movements to place a soft, congratulatory slap on your thigh and massaged your hips.

“Good girl… Now was that so hard?” With that, he hurriedly clears the desk before helping you stand and then standing himself. The chair you both rested on was kicked backwards and your whole world spun as he suddenly pinned you to the desk. You whined as his hand held a tight grip in your hair and pushed your face into the table. His free hand playfully squeezed and slapped at your ass a few times before you heard his shorts and boxers hit the floor.

You sighed out his name as he teased his tip through your folds, silently pleading with him to hurry it up. “Shhhhhh… ‘Atta girl. You did so well, baby. Now let me take care of you, yeah?”

He finally sunk in and nothing but low, whiny moans left your lips as you clenched around him. His free hand grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it in appreciation while he slowly sunk every inch he had to offer. Once he bottomed out he gave you only a little bit of time before his thrusts started, albeit slowly at first but quickly ramping up due to his own impatience. It doesn’t take long for him to change to an unforgiving and rougher pace, his hand still holding your head against the table.

“Fff-fuck.. Christopherrr-”

“Yeah yeah, baby. Daddy’s got you. ‘M nice and deep, just how you like it right?” You missed the way he smirked when you let out a desperate ‘Uh-huh’ in response, but you could feel the way it encouraged him when his hips slammed against yours with more eagerness. He keeps this pace up for a while until he feels you tighten around him, and then he changes to slow, deep thrusts that make your eyes roll into your skull. 

The hand in your hair slides on top of yours on the desk, intertwining your fingers, and he leans forward to place his forehead between your shoulder blades, “Mmmm keep squeezing me, Honey. Fffuck, juuust like that..”

When you’re tipping over the edge, he places a kiss on your sweaty skin and moans against it. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me and I’ll fill you up just how you like it, okay?” You want to nod, but everything hits you at once so you can only cry out against your desk.

As your orgasm starts to fade into overstimulation, he fixes his posture and focuses on his hip movements. A squeaky moan falls from your lips as he suddenly bottoms out and the hold on your hip tightens. He threw his head back and bit his bottom lip as he came, attempting to muffle his whiney moans. He rides out his orgasm by sometimes pulling out and snapping his hips harshly against yours.

“Fuck… If that’s how we end the studying session from now on, I might consider this payment.” He jokes.

You let out a breathy laugh and he starts to pull out slowly, pushing you into the table as he did so. You take the moment to catch your breath when you realize he’s gone quiet and there’s the light feeling of breath on your thighs. Your head snaps back and you realize he was kneeling in order to watch his cum slide down your folds.

“Hey!” you whine and place a hand on his forehead, pushing his face away only for him to resist, so you use your feet to push him harder. He laughs at your embarrassment and stands up, pulling you to sit up as well and lifting the shirt off of you. He uses it to wipe you down before throwing it into your hamper and grabbing one of his spare shirts from your dresser. He steals a kiss before covering you in the shirt, then drags you to the living room to watch a tv show together.

You two spend the rest of the night on the couch, watching tv and relaxing in each other’s warmth. It’s no surprise when soft snores are heard and you look down to see his sleeping face squished into your chest. You huff out a laugh before you snuggle him closer. Then, your eyes get heavy until they inevitably close, and you fall asleep too.

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[mommyslittlebird]

You Look So Good (On Your Knees)

Voyeur!Mommy!Wanda x Daddy!Natasha x Reader

What was supposed to be just a weekly movie night quickly turns into something else when you catch a glimpse of something you weren’t supposed to see.

CW: Voyeurism, threesome, strap-on, flogging, orgasm denial (? A tiny bit?), caught in the act (once again a tiny bit), punishment, dacryphilia, degradation, hair pulling, choking (not really), reader calls WandaNat mommy/daddy

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This is for @wandamaximoffsbadgirl. Thank you for all your help! I hope this was worth clawing your way under the door. Writing this (particularly the very end) has put me in a total WandaNat x Reader tailspin so expect some fluffy domestic stuff in the coming weeks.

A/N: I kinda sorta definitely double dipped for this fic, and it’s a spin of a different fic I did for a different fandom. But new fandom new crowd, and I figure almost none of you have read my non-marvel work. So the self-plagiarism is strong, but will probably go unnoticed anyway.

“Wanda? Natasha?” You called into the seemingly empty house.

It was Thursday night, your designated movie night with the couple: your long term friends and fuck buddies. They’d given you a key months ago. So, when you knocked and no one answered you just let yourself in.

You set down your bag in the living room, looking for them around the house. Their cars were both in the driveway. They had to be home. After investigating the first floor, you went upstairs. Maybe they were already in the bedroom waiting for you. That is where you always had your movie nights, after all.

You cracked the door open to find them both on the bed, Natasha underneath Wanda in an intense kiss. Natasha was grinding up against Wanda’s thigh, whining and breathless. You could tell by the way her hips were starting to falter, she was close. They must’ve been at this for a while. You didn’t want to interrupt.

You took a step back, trying to quietly shut the door. Maybe you could just wait downstairs until they finished. But before you could click the door fully shut, you heard Wanda’s commanding voice. “Not so fast, little girl.”

You sighed. You’d been caught. You opened the door back up, revealing Wanda pulling herself away from her wife. She looked at you with a cold glare, curling her fingers, instructing you to come to her.

She had you stand between her legs at the foot of the bed. “Did you not think to knock when coming into mommy and daddy’s room?”

“I-I knocked outside! I couldn’t find you! I was just looking for-“ you desperately tried to explain.

Wanda cut you off with a smirk. “Well, you found us.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Oh but honey, you did interrupt,” Wanda explained condescendingly. “You interrupted and now daddy doesn’t get to cum.”

“W-what? No but she was so close! Please let her cum mommy,” you pleaded on Natasha’s behalf. You genuinely felt terrible. You knew what that kind of denial felt like and you would never wish it on anyone, especially not your daddy.

Natasha smiled when you jumped to her defense, joining you and Wanda at the end of the bed. She beckoned you over to her, quickly pulling you to sit on her lap. She wrapped her arms around your waist, whispering into your ear. “It’s okay, baby. You're gonna make daddy cum so good later, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, shivering against her. God, you had hoped movie night would start like this.

“But for right now,” Wanda started. “We’ve got to teach somebody a lesson about knocking, don’t we? It’s your fault daddy didn’t get to cum, so daddy should be allowed to punish you, shouldn’t she?”

You looked to Natasha, who just raised her eyebrows expectantly, and then you nodded. “Yes mommy.”

“That’s our good girl,” Wanda purred, running her hand down the side of your face and lightly pinching your cheek. “Now, daddy’s gonna get you all set up on the bench while mommy goes to get some toys, okay?”

They both stood almost synchronously. Wanda briefly disappeared into the next room while Natasha hoisted you up in her arms, laying you face down on the leather bench next to the bed. She propped the back part up so it turned into more of a seat.

Wanda came from the closet with a long black leather flogger, her implement of choice for this particular scene. She handed it to Natasha, who smiled and gave her a kiss. Wanda sat down next to you, propped up over a seat you were now straddling.

She wiped the hair from your face. “Ready?”

You nodded into the soft, plush leather of the seat. You could already feel yourself easily slipping into that fuzzy space, where all the thoughts, worries, and responsibilities became irrelevant.

Wanda smiled, noticing the way your eyes glazed over. “I need to hear you say it, angel.”

“Yes, mommy,” you said as clearly as you could muster.

Wanda ran the back of her hand down your cheek. You shivered. She was the only lesbian you’d ever meet who always wore acrylics. The sharp point of her stiletto nails on your face sent tingles down your spine. You closed your eyes, losing yourself to the sensation.

You felt the leather tassels of the flogger brush lightly against your back. You whimpered, squirming in your seat.

“You don’t have to count, honey,” Wanda soothed. “Just let go. Mommy and daddy are gonna take care of you. You don’t have to think about anything at all.”

With that you felt the first sharp sting of leather snap against your back. You let out a noise between a whimper and moan. Natasha started slow, each hit a distinct sensation on your back, but as she started to pick up the pace, the strikes became less distinct.

In less than five minutes, she’d made a mess of you. You whined and squirmed against the leather seat.

“Aww sweetheart,” Wanda cooed. “Do you need mommy to hold you still while daddy whips you?” Before you could answer, the blows stopped. 

“Nooo…” you whined. “Daddy keep going. Please I promise I’ll sit still. Please don’t stop.”

Despite your protest, you felt two strong hands pick you from your seat. ��I’m not done, princess,” you heard Natasha’s soft voice say. “But you’ve gotta stop squirming or I’m accidentally going to hit you in the kidneys.”

You were lowered into Wanda’s lap, where your legs were forced wider apart in order to straddle her. It made it significantly harder to move. She locked her hand around your thigh to keep you in place. Her other hand gently massaged your hair. “That’s it honey. Mommy will make sure you stay nice and still.”

Her long nails against your scalp were almost enough to make the thoughts fly from your head. “But… But you’ll get hit.”

Wanda chuckled and kissed your temple. “Daddy has excellent aim, sweetheart. I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about anything at all.”

The leather cracked against your back again. It hurt more now that your back was already raw. If not for Wanda’s hand pinning you in place, you might’ve jumped off her lap entirely. You whined wrapping your arms around Wanda.

She cradled your head over her shoulder, gently shushing your cries as she watched Natasha bring the leather down against your back over and over again.

“Mommy…” you whined into her ear. You were trying to ride her thighs like you had ridden the leather seat, but the awkward position prevented you from getting any friction whatsoever. It wasn’t even until Wanda felt drops of warmth on her thighs that she realized why you were whining.

“Aww,” she hummed, “you’re making a bit of a mess on mommy’s lap, baby.”

“I’m sorry, mommy,” you mumbled into her shoulder. “I just… it feels so good.”

“All this just from a flogging, sweetheart?” She teased. She would’ve loved to tease you further, but she was genuinely afraid you’d accidentally hurt yourself if she stopped holding you in place, much less if she had her hand between your legs.

You blushed, burying your face into her neck. “Mommy…” you whined when the leather stung your back once again. “Mommy please…”

Wanda’s heart melted at your words. The combination of your pathetic voice begging her for relief and your frail body in her arms made her want to ruin you in a different way. You were just so vulnerable. It would be such a waste to not take advantage of you in this state. “Alright,” She cooed. “I think she’s learned her lesson, hasn’t she Tasha?”

Natasha chuckled, but she stopped her flogging. “Do you think she’s learned her lesson, or have you just gone soft for a ‘mommy please’?”

Wanda wrapped her arm around your back, long nails still masterfully massaging your scalp. She rocked you back and forth in her lap. “Oh come on Tasha, look at her: getting all pathetic and leaky in her mommy’s lap. Doesn’t it just make you wanna…”

“Throw her on the bed and fuck her into the mattress until the only things in her little head are mommy and daddy?” Natasha finished.

“Exactly,” Wanda smiled mischievously. It was such a marvelous thing that she married someone who was always on the same wavelength as she was.

You were promptly picked up out of Wanda’s lap from behind. You whined, reaching out for Wanda.

“Now now,” Natasha chided. “None of that. Mommy’s not going anywhere. She’s gonna be here with you the whole time.”

She guided you to kneel on the bed, nudging your legs apart. Almost instinctively, your hands were crossed at the wrist behind your back.

Wanda hadn’t exactly planned on binding your wrist, but when you sat so perfectly, so expectantly, she could hardly resist.

“Natasha, would you like to bind this little darling's hands for us?” She instructed.

Natasha smiled, eagerly grabbing a length of pink ribbon and getting to work on tying your wrists together. She so loved tying you up. While a simple figure 8 around the wrists would’ve done the trick, she decided instead on a more complex design that would bind you up to the elbow. She knew she had time. Wanda would require a thorough inspection before she’d let Nat fuck you.

Wanda ran a singular finger through your slit. Her cold rings and sharp nail bumped over your clit as she dragged her hand upward. The sensation caused you to jump and whimper. Wanda just chuckled, bringing her finger lightly up your body until it was at your lips. You took her finger obediently between your lips.

“Do you think your ready for daddy to fuck you, baby?” she asked. “Does this needy pussy want daddy’s cock?”

You nodded, trying not to wince as her rings made their way onto your tongue, filling your mouth with a metallic taste.

“Which of daddy’s toys do you want, huh?” She asked, intentionally pushing down on your tongue so you couldn’t talk. “I’ll think I’ll have daddy use the purple strap. The one with the- what did you call them- the ‘mean ridges’? The ones that scrap against your special spot?”

You whined around her finger, giving her the most endearing puppy dog eyes you could possibly muster.

“Oh sweetheart,” she cooed, “do you not like that one? Maybe you’d prefer it if daddy tied you to the chair and you watched her fuck mommy instead, hmm? Maybe you’d just prefer not to have any orgasms at all?”

You shook your head frantically. You wanted to protest, to promise you’d be good and take that dreaded purple strap, but you couldn’t speak.

She chuckled. “That’s what I thought, baby. You’re gonna be a good girl for mommy and daddy, aren’t you?”

You nodded. She pulled her finger from your mouth and tilted your head up to kiss you gently.

“That’s our sweet girl,” she praised. “Aw it looks like daddy’s finished tying you up all pretty. Can you say thank you to daddy?”

You craned your neck to the side, trying to see her behind you. “Thank you, daddy, for tying me up all pretty.”

Natasha laughed, pulling you back towards her by the ribbon. She kissed you and smiled. “You’re welcome, baby. Can you show mommy your pretty ribbon?”

You attempted to turn around to show Wanda the way your hands and arms were intricately bound behind your back, but Natasha pushed you forward into the mattress. You yelped, surprised by the sudden move.

“A present, wrapped special for you, my love,” Natasha said to Wanda, leaning over you to kiss her wife.

“You always know just what to get me,” Wanda breathed against her lips. “Now go get ready, love. I wanna watch you make our sweet little girl cry.”

Natasha climbed off the bed behind you, disappearing into the next room.

Wanda’s nails were against your sore back, rubbing soothing as you lay in wait. You attempted to sit up, but Wanda clicked her tongue. “No, baby,” she chided. “Stay just like this.”

You felt the bed dip as Natasha climbed back on behind you. Her calloused hands lifted your hips so you were kneeling tall. The angle forced your face even further into the mattress. You couldn’t put your hands out to hold yourself up with them tied up behind your back.

Natasha ran the tip of the strap up and down your slit, pulling a muffled moan from your lips. She lined the toy up with your entrance, gently easing it inside. She threw her head back and moaned as she felt each of the ‘mean ridges’ push into you, then she pushed your hips forward and pulled them back, silently commanding you to fuck yourself as you adjusted to her girth.

The toy was, admittedly, slightly too big for you to manage without any discomfort. The ridges cruelly raked against your inner walls, causing you to wince with each movement. But with time, you were able to adjust to feel only a slight, delicious stretch.

After you’d grown to a moderate pace, Natasha took over, grabbing your thighs and pulling them back to meet her own. You let your body go limp, allowing Natasha to control your movements completely. You were putty in her hands.

“Fuck, Wands you should see her from here,” Natasha groaned, looking down and watching the large toy disappear inside of you over and over again. “Fuck it’s like she swallowing me whole. Needy little cunt. Can’t get enough of daddy’s cock can you?”

You tried to bury your face into the sheets to muffle the noises she tore from you, but you were unsuccessful. Without your hands or your arms, your range of motion was severely limited.

Wanda’s eyes went wide and her face cracked into a smile when she heard the first hiccup of a cry. She leaned forward. “Tasha, hold her up. I want to see her face.”

Natasha reached down and grabbed your hair, pulling your head up so you were face to face with Wanda. She could see the build up of tears in the corners of your eyes and the way your bottom lip quivered, threatening to give way to a sob.

“Aww, sweet girl,” she cooed. “Are you going to cry for mommy? It’s okay angel, you can cry. Daddy’s not gonna stop fucking you even if you are going to be a sobbing little mess.”

Natasha fucked you harder, nearly pulling all the way out before she slammed back into you again. She kept your head up, forcing you to look at Wanda even as your eyes rolled back and your vision went blurry with tears. Natasha wrapped her hand around your throat, grabbing you just under your chin. She braced her forearm against your chest, pinning you upright against her.

The position only accentuated the effect of the ridges, causing them to bump more aggressively against the spongy spot inside of you. “Aww look at how pathetic you look, crying your little eyes out while daddy fills you with her cock.” Wanda teased.

You felt Natasha’s breath hot against your ear. “Tell mommy how pathetic you are.”

You offered little more than a whine in response. Your bottom lip continued to tremble as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Aww, sweet girl, there’s no need to be embarrassed,” Wanda assured. “It’s just me and daddy.”

You weren’t truly embarrassed, if you were being honest. You honestly felt like a masterpiece: a carefully constructed vision that Wanda and Natasha had crafted you into. But you played coy nonetheless. You had more fun when Wanda told you how pathetic you looked anyway.

“Poor thing,” Wanda taunted, “never learned how to take a proper fucking without crying.” Her eyes never left yours. Everything about watching her wife handle your helpless body drove her wild.

“I’m sorry mommy… I can’t help it… daddy’s cock feels so good inside of me,” you panted.

Natasha felt a burst of heat in her own core. Between yours and Wanda’s words she could feel herself creeping towards the edge. She just needed a bit of a different angle. She released her hold on you, causing you to fall helplessly back into the mattress. Wanda gently turned your head, preventing you from muffling yourself in the sheets.

You cursed. The combination of Wanda’s gentle hands and the new angle that hit all your most sensitive spots had you so close to an orgasm. All it would take was just a little more pressure on your clit. Unfortunately, with your hands bound behind your back, you were completely at their mercy.

“Please…” you begged mindlessly. “Please don’t stop. Fuck daddy. Please never stop.” You felt so certain that if Natasha pulled out of you right now, you’d simply die on the spot.

“You want to cum on daddy’s cock so badly don’t you?” Wanda teased. “But you can’t touch yourself. Poor baby.”

Natasha changed her pace. She could feel her own orgasm building as she felt the pull of the toy’s ridges pumping in and out of you. “Beg for mommy to let you cum, baby. I wanna hear you begging like the little slut you are.”

“Fuck!” you sobbed. The words poured out of your mouth nearly as fast as the tears poured from your eyes. “Please I’m all yours. I’m mommy and daddy’s little slut. Please, you can use me whenever you want. I’m just a little toy for mommy and daddy. Please I just need daddy’s cock inside me forever. Mommy please let me cum.”

“That’s a good girl,” Wanda praised, “begging mommy and daddy to use you like a little toy. That’s all you are right? A toy for mommy and daddy’s pleasure?”

“Yes!” you chanted. “Yes! I’m mommy and daddy’s toy. Please let me cum. Please mommy.”

“I wanna see you cum on daddy’s cock. Can you be a good girl and cum on daddy’s cock for mommy?” She asked.

Natasha curled her arm around your waist, pinching your clit and milking it between her fingers. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened in a silent scream as you fell apart.

Natasha continued to fuck you as you came, clenching around the strap. The pulsing put the perfect amount of pressure on her own clit, sending her into an orgasm not long after you.

She steadied herself on your hips, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain her composure. She pulled the ribbon, and Wanda watched in fascination as the entire thing unraveled itself. They both chuckled as your arms bonelessly flopped down beside you.

Natasha hooked her arm around your waist to prevent you from simply collapsing when she pulled out. She laid you gently on your side before climbing off the bed. She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you with Wanda.

You whined as the toy left, suddenly feeling terribly empty. Wanda sat down on the bed next to you, chuckling again as she bent over to kiss your temple. “I know, love. It’s just devastating that daddy can’t stay inside you forever, isn’t it?”

You nodded, whining again as you felt her wipe away the remnants of your orgasm.

“You did so well for us, love,” she praised, adjusting your position on the bed so you rested against the pillows. She pulled up some blankets, smiling as you wiggled in blissful content. “Comfy, honey?”

You nodded, reaching your arms out for her.

She crawled into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you. She kissed your forehead, earning herself a dopey, blissed out smile from you. She kissed your cheek, licking up what was left of a few salty tears. She moaned at the taste.

Natasha came out of the bathroom, freshened up in nothing but a pair or boxers. She joined you and Wanda in bed, crawling in next to you. She kissed the top of your head. “Are you girls ready for movie night?”

You nodded. “I already promised mommy she gets my movie night cuddles this time, though.”

“What the hell?” Natasha said jokingly, pulling you forcibly into her lap and berating you with kisses. “Daddy fucks you so hard you can’t think straight and mommy still get the movie night cuddles?”

You giggled, squirming out of her kiss attack. “You always fall asleep anyway!”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Because I just fucked you so hard you couldn’t think straight. You wear me out, little girl.”

“Fine, daddy cuddles until you fall asleep, and then mommy cuddles,” you compromise.

“That sounds perfect, princess,” Natasha smiled, kissing you briefly.

You looked to Wanda for her approval. She smiled. “Fine. You can cuddle with daddy for the 20 minutes she’s awake, and then you’re all mine for the rest of the night.”

You wrapped your arms around both of them, pulling them into a tight hug. “Deal.”

[wendichester]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ not ready yet²,

summary. you’ve been keeping your pregnancy from dean and he doesn’t take it well.

pairing. dean winchester x reader ; angsty but fluff

wordcount. 793

notes. @fullbelieverheart wrote: "I would love a second part where the protagonist decides to take her things and leave and when Dean returns to the motel room with an apology and a stupid teddy bear from some gas station to tell her that he is on board and that he is sorry, he no longer sees her , and then Dean have to look for Her. He goes crazy because he doesn't find her until a few weeks later."

⋆˚࿔ read part 1

The motel room is empty when Dean gets back.

His heart stutters in his chest, his breath catching as he glances around, expecting to see you curled up on the bed, maybe still pissed, maybe still crying, but there.

But you’re not.

Instead, the room looks eerily untouched, like you were never there to begin with. The duffel you always kept in the corner is gone. Your flannel—the one you always stole from him—is missing from the chair. Even your toothbrush isn’t in the bathroom anymore.

Panic rises in his throat, clawing its way up like bile. He just needed a minute. Some air. Some time to get his head on straight. And when he did—when he finally stopped being such a goddamn coward—he had stopped at some shitty gas station, grabbed the dumbest-looking teddy bear he could find, and practiced over and over how he was going to say he was sorry.

But he’s too late.

You’re gone.

“Shit,” Dean breathes, his hands shaking as he pulls out his phone. He dials your number, pacing as the line rings once. Twice. Then—

“The number you have dialed is unavailable.”

“Come on,” he mutters, redialing.

Nothing.

His stomach drops.

His keys are in his hand before he even thinks about it, the motel door slamming behind him as he peels out of the parking lot in the Impala.

You couldn’t have gotten far. You had no car, no real plan—right?

Right?

But days pass. Then weeks.

And he can’t find you.

You’re off the grid, completely vanished. No one’s seen you. No credit card charges, no motel check-ins. You’re just gone.

Dean doesn’t sleep. He barely eats. He checks every place he can think of—old hunting buddies, friends from past cases, even Bobby’s old contacts. But no one has a damn clue where you are.

And that kills him.

Because he knows this is his fault. He did this. He made you feel like you had no choice but to leave.

And the worst part?

You’re out there alone.

When he finally finds you, it’s been forty-two days.

A tiny roadside diner, middle of nowhere, off some highway he wouldn’t have even checked if he hadn’t been running on pure desperation.

And there you are. Sitting at the counter, a cup of tea in front of you, staring down at the table like you’re lost in thought.

Dean barely breathes as he pushes open the door, the bell above it jingling. The place is quiet, just a few truckers scattered around, but Dean doesn’t see anyone else. He only sees you.

You glance up when he steps forward, and the second your eyes meet, something inside Dean cracks open so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of him.

Because you look different. Tired. Worn out. Maybe a little paler. And he knows why.

Because you’ve been doing this alone.

And you never should’ve had to.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, stepping closer, his hands shaking at his sides.

You tense, your fingers curling around your mug. “What are you doing here, Dean?”

“I’ve been looking for you,” he says, voice thick. “For weeks.”

You don’t say anything. Just watch him, eyes unreadable.

Dean swallows hard. “I screwed up,” he says, his voice raw. “I got scared and I lashed out, and you didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve that.”

You shift slightly in your seat, your jaw tightening, but you still don’t say a word.

So, Dean digs into his jacket pocket, pulling out something small and slightly crushed. A stupid, beat-up teddy bear from a gas station, worn from weeks of being shoved in and out of his pocket, carried around like some goddamn lifeline.

He sets it on the counter in front of you.

Your breath catches.

“I was supposed to give this to you that night,” he admits. “Along with an apology. And a promise.”

You blink, looking at the bear, then back at him. “A promise?”

“That I’m in this,” Dean says, voice shaking now. “That I want to be in this. With you.” He exhales sharply, scrubbing a hand down his face. “I know I messed up. I know I don’t deserve another chance, but, sweetheart, I swear to you—if you let me come home with you, I will spend every damn day proving to you that I’m in this for real.”

For a long moment, you don’t speak. Just stare at him, searching his face, like you’re waiting for him to crack or take it back.

But he won’t. He can’t.

And when your lip finally trembles and you let out a shaky breath, he knows he’s got you.

Because you want to believe him.

And God help him, but he’s never going to let you down again.

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[dungeoncrawlingwithoutprotection]

Laying in bed, you couldn't help shaking harshly. You knew that moving out into the countryside would have a high probability of having more... dangerous neighbors.

But the howls reverberated through your entire house, sounding as if they had you surrounded. Yet you tried desperately to convince yourself to relax.

Just go back to sleep. You weren't really in danger right now.

But you couldn't. There was no way to calm down with how many things were around your house. You had no way to know what was around you, very likely a lycanthrope of some sort but you had no idea what kind.

The only lycanthrope you'd ever even met was a shy were-lynx in the city you'd just left. So you couldn't be so sure what sort of noises each one actually made. Though they certainly sounded like wolves or huskies.

Yet, you couldn't sleep without some sort of knowledge. So on shaking legs, you wobbled to the nearest window.

Squinting out into the navy blue, black night, your nerves only worsened. Everything seemed to blend together in the worst ways possible until you reached the skyline. Yet the howling didn't stop. You scanned the area as best you could, but nothing stood out against the background. Until something very clearly stood up.

You could see large ears twitching in your direction, an awkward shadow rising up on its hindlegs. But your nerves couldn't take it.

Nearly tearing down your curtains in your haste to close them. Tripping over your own feet to hide under your covers; shaking far more violently.

Not helping your nerves was the sight of massive shadows sliding across your floor. Every little breath felt like your last, especially as you weren't able to stop shaking. You were sure that whatever was out there, it would find you and it would kill you.

Or so you thought.

Unsure as to how you fell asleep, you woke up curled up in your blankets. Too hot, too cramped, and just plain uncomfortable as you stood up. Each and every joint popped as your mind revved up again, shaking your head as the thoughts of last night flashed and faded. It was so silly to think you were in danger now that the sun was up.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Pulling a large, fluffy bathrobe over your tank top and shorts, you walked as calmly as you could to answer the front door. You were not expecting half a dozen handsome men standing on your lawn; one of whom was standing in your doorway, easily capable of leaning against your door with his arm slightly over it.

You really wished you'd grabbed something less revealing...

"Uh... can, can I help you?" You meant to sound more confident but that wasn't happening anytime soon.

He grinned at you almost devilishly, "Yeah, so this is your place isn't it?"

"Y-Yes. Yes it is. Why?"

"Just checking." He winked... or at least you thought he did, "Noticed you peeking out your window last night during our hunt. Wanted to make sure you weren't too scared by us hunting so close by."

"Oh! That, that was you guys?" You really felt foolish about your fear response, "I.. I uh just heard howling and I... well I only just moved here a week ago so I'm not quite used to things out here."

"That so?" He leaned in a little, "Well, its only neighborly to offer you an apology and a welcome to the area then."

Wilting under the flirty wink, you couldn't form a single coherent word. But that didn't stop the man standing on your porch from returning to his buddies, many of whom you were only just now realizing were shirtless and flexing. The color rising on your face would have been concerning if it wasn't for the smirks they shot at you, snickering as they moved to grab something out of the pick-up truck parked in your yard.

Even as they half marched a large cooler up to you, there was a strange air about the situation. It didn't take long for them to cross the threshold, analyzing the layout of your home quickly and finding the kitchen before you could think to point or raise your voice. And the way they talked, you were more than a little flattered.

"Huh, that's an interesting color choice." "Can't believe she has one of those!" "Really suits her though, don't ya think?" "Think she'll_" "Shhh!"

It took you a few seconds to notice how tall they were. Not a single one could have been shorter than 6 foot, and all of them were muscular.

"Welp." The first one you'd met clapped his hands together, "Just let us know if you need any kind of work done around the house, neighbor."

Your heart really couldn't handle the wink as he lead the other five out of your house. Each one had their own, remote goodbye; winking, waving, and you would have sworn one blew you a kiss...

Maybe you were still dreaming...

[spiderlilydreams]

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, blow jobs, creampies, rough sex (kinda), female oral receiving, sex toys, etc. MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Work Place Fuck Buddy

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Kurapika -

Kurapika is your new secretary. You're his boss, and you love to tease him. When you hired him, he was a blushing mess, his eyes trying to avert their gaze at your cleavage and curvy body. This made you want to tease him.

You'd often come up behind him while he worked at his front desk, bending over so your mouth would be close to his ear, your voice like silk. Kurapika would squeak and cover his face with his hands blushing and, for some reason, apologizing. His cock would be hard against his pants, and for the rest of the day he wouldn't be able to work as well, stuttering when trying to talk to people at the front desk. You'd just be leaning against the door, watching him and smiling mischeviously.

Eventually, you'd end up having a work friends with benefits situation. Quite the scandal if it got out. This didn't stop you from teasing him. No, it made it even more fun for you.

One day, as he was working, you came to pretend to call someone on the front desks phone, reaching your hand down to Kurapika's leg. He jumped, and you had to shush him. You'd bring out his pretty pink dripping cock and jerk him under the desk, Kurapika blushing and biting his lip trying to not let out moans and whimpers. You'd deal with people who came to the front desk, talking with your sweet voice, the people seeing the bright red Kurapika with his head on his arms, thinking nothing of it. Maybe he was just taking a quick nap, and you were helping out.

Helping out you were. Kurapika couldn't help but let a struggled whimper when he spurt warm semen all over your offices floor. You just kicked the desk, trying to cover up his whimper, wearing your signature smile as a new person walked up to the desk.

Later Kurapika profusely apologized for cumming all over the floor, but you quieted him, speaking of needing to punish him. Kurapika's obedient cock perked up at this, his tip sloppy with precum. You demanded for him to kneel before you, Kurapika doing so right away. He looked so cute when blushing and looking up with such sweet large eyes. You brought his face to your pussy, him immediately delving into your soaked pussy, licking and sucking you hungrily while whimpering. You made sure he stayed on his knees, and didn't touch himself. You stood tall above him, and he'd look up all red with glazed over eyes, begging for more.

Feitan -

Feitan always had dark under eyes from his chronic insomnia. It didn't help that he had to work with you, the hottest woman he's ever seen. He would blush around you, covering his face with his bangs, trying to escape you as you with a bubbly voice tried to talk to him. He'd go to the bathroom and lean against the door, trying desperately to calm his aching cock.

He'd stay up late, looking at your social media's, which he found due to your work friend Shalnark. He'd look at your selfies with tired eyes, illuminated by the blue light, pumping his leaking cock, guilt ignored by his lust for you.

The next day, he wouldn't be able to look at you. You always worried about him, seeing how tired he'd look and how he barely ate at work. One day, you brought over some food you made for him, saying that you made it for him because you were worried. Feitan almost fainted right there with his increased heart rate, shaking as he grabbed the food, mumbling a thank you. From then on, you'd bring him food and even baked goods.

Feitan, as time would go on, would get more and more desperate to be with you. He'd glare at his fellow male co-workers, obviously flirting with you.

Eventually, one day, while you were getting something in the faculty lounge, you got to be alone with Feitan. Your heart beat fast, as you stammered out that you have a work crush on him and that you can't hold back from admitting it anymore. In almost a blink of an eye, Feitan would be pulling you into one of the storage rooms, pushing you up against the shelves, making out with you passionately. It'd take no time before Feitan would have your face pushed up against the shelves, slamming his throbbing cock deep into your womb. He'd fuck you so hard and fast, letting out all the need he's been building up, resisting. Random items would be falling off the shelves and your moans would radiate off the walls. You thanked the universe that all the other staff were at a lame pizza party on the first floor, unable to hear you getting pounded and stuffed with semen. You would barely be able to walk out of the room, Feitan's seed leaking out of you and soaking your panties.

Feitan, for the rest of the day, would smirk from his cubicle, watching you struggling to walk down the hallway.

You were no longer safe at the office, Feitan's slender fingers always somehow ended up in your drenched panties. You couldn't help but submit when you'd feel his cold hand reach up your thigh during office meetings. He loved it when you wore short skirts that teased him so much with no tights underneath. Just as you were about to speak, Feitan slipped a finger under your drenched panties, then pushing it into your warm accepting cunt. You'd let out a struggled sound, making everyone peer at you suspiciously. "I'm sorry everyone, I-I didn't get much sleep last night.." You stammered out, Feitan grinning.

Chrollo -

Chrollo was your boss, and you were his secretary. You knew Chrollo was the type of boss to seduce his secretaries, but you thought you'd be able to resist his charm.

You were wrong.

You were under Chrollo's desk as he worked on paperwork, kneeling between his legs, lips snug around his thick dick. He'd every so often reach his hand down to support your head and push more of himself into your small mouth, groaning softly under his breath. If someone would come into his office, he'd just smile as if nothing is going on, letting them even sit in the chair across from him. You tried your best to continue sucking him without making a noise, but Chrollo was evil. Just as you barely managed to take more of him into your mouth, Chrollo pushed your head so you were now taking all of his cock. Chrollo, with perfect timing, covered his mouth pretending to choke as you did so, cursing at yourself in your head for your mistake. The person asked Chrollo what was wrong, but he just kept on showing his charming smile and saying that nothing was the matter.

Chrollo wanted to cum in your mouth with the person in his office. Purposefully he typed slow, dragging on the conversation, as he dragged your pretty tight lips around his cock. When Chrollo came, he pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh that was a bit shakey. The person just thought he was tired from trying to finish up what he was doing, but no, he was pumping endless ropes of white thick cum in your obedient throat.

After all of that, Chrollo would sit your pretty self on his desk, praising you for how well you did. You were blushing, wetness coating your thighs from arousal from the whole ordeal.

Chrollo wouldn't pleasure you quite yet, though. No, he was a devil. He'd slip a tiny remote control vibrator into your panties, right on your clit, sending you back to your cubicle. He'd watch with a smile as you convulsed from a orgasm in one of the cameras he had for the office. You had to cover your mouth with your hand as you rode it out, feeling overstimulated as you came down from your orgasm from the vibrator. After your orgasm, he'd just turn the setting up higher, laughing to himself as you'd end up cumming again, this time a little more loud.

[burnforyou]

SUMMER - LUIGI MANGIONE x READER

!SUMMARY! the mangione family hosts a summer pool party, and luigi mangione cannot hide his desire for his sister’s best friend any longer.

!WARNINGS! femdom!reader, subby!luigi, feet, mommy kink, slight age gap, lol sorry i don’t know if this will be received well . also sorry if this is edited poorly and short i had to do all of this on my fucking phone

luigi entered the kitchen after you, sliding the glass door shut. effectively shutting out the rest of the party.

“do we have an issue?” you comment over your shoulder, targeted at luigi behind you.

“what?” he says, taken aback.

“you’ve been staring at me all day, matter of fact you stare at me all the fucking time, and now you’re following me around.”

“i..” he stammers, eyes following a drop of water falling down your chest. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he says.

“really, luigi?” you remark with attitude, “don’t act like you haven’t been staring at me like you want me dead this whole time.”

“i don’t want you dead.” he says quickly.

“then why are you acting like this?” you ask with a strained voice.

“because i like you, y/n,” he lets out a breath of relief.

you roll your eyes and turn away from him again. “okay buddy,” you scoff. his eyes fall to your barely-covered ass instinctively. you look over your shoulder at him again, catching him in the act.

he stiffens and brings his eyes back up to meet yours, wide with embarrassment.

“you don’t even hide it, do you?” you back him into the kitchen counter, his lower back hitting the countertop. you draw done his body, taking in his statue, pink swim trunks, and his very noticeable bulge. you shake your head, pretending like the sight of his hard-on doesn’t turn you on. “in front of your whole family… tsk.”

he whines, unable to move or speak.

“do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“you’re-“ he stutters, struggling to breathe under your gaze. the tension between you two was so strong you’re sure any possible witnesses would be intimidated. “you’re really hot when you’re mean to me.”

his whole head jerks to the side when the palm of your hand meets his cheek, hard. the slap rings out in the silent house, his family oblivious outside. he catches his breath and rubs the red mark your hand left on his cheek.

“you like this, huh?” you ask with attitude, hiding your unbearable desire. he should be fighting it, but he can’t. your dominance over him should be angering him, he should be rough with you back, he should pick you up, push you on the counter, and have his way with you. but he doesn’t.

before you can think, you reach down and squeeze his bulge in one hard, punishing movement. he nearly folds in half, his eyebrows raised and lips fell open. he bites back a groan at your roughness with him. you seemed to be so careless to his inexperience, just taking what you wanted, punishing him for his desires.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers.

grasping onto the collar of his linen button down shirt, you pull him down to meet you in a hard kiss. he instantly moans into your lips,sliding his hands underneath your t-shirt.

“don’t apologize,” you say into the kiss, nails twisted in the curls on his neck. he’s never been kissed like this before, so rough, yet slow. you bite his lip and pull back to look at him, desperately breathing above you. he licks his lips, now slightly bloody, tasting metallic blood and your cherry chapstick.

“can we go up to my bedroom?”

you smile, grab his hand and lead him up to his own bedroom.

you sit on the edge of his bed and he stands in front of you, awaiting your next move. you smile up at him.

“strip.”

his hands tremble as he unbuttons each button slowly. you silently observe as he unbuttons his shirt, leaving it on the floor.

he takes his shorts off in one smooth movement, leaving him completely bare and horny in front of you. you lick your lips and take in the sight of him. his long, muscular legs, twitching, red cock, abdomen rising and falling with no composure. his muscles tense as your eyes follow his veins up his arms.

he fiddles with his fingers.

“i’m sorry i’m nervous, you’re just really important to me.” he says, scared to make eye contact with you, scared to see a rejection.

“get on your knees.” you tell him what to do with ease.

he falls to his knees in front of you like a well trained puppy, never taking his eyes off you. you bring one foot to his shoulder and the other to his cock. he hunches forward, and groans uncontrollably. you stroke his length with the bottom of your foot, turning him into a moaning mess, just at the touch of your foot.

“you like that?”

“mhm,” he whines through tight lips, not taking his eyes off your bare foot.

“has anyone touched you like this before?”

“n-“ his breath hitches, trying not to moan, “no.”

“aw, baby, shh now,”

you bring your opposite foot up to his mouth and he leans in to wraps his lips around your toes, taking as many as he can between his lips. he swirls his tongue around your toes, and caresses your ankle up to your knee, nudging further upwards. you think it’s the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to you. the deep passion, the need that comes with worshiping your feet. his eyes burn on your bikini bottom, one slight wrong movement and your pussy would be in view.

you moan and your head falls back, “oh, lu,” he moans desperately around your toes.

“cm’ere.”

“you’re being such a good boy f’me now, after being so bad earlier,” you whisper into his hair, hand moving up and down on his hard cock, other hand resting on his muscular shoulder. he sits leaned against the headboard with you sat in a “w” position partially behind and beside him, bikini (now pushed to the side) directly in his face.

“oh god,” he leans his face against your breasts and groans, “fuck, mommy.” the name makes your stomach knot, and he takes one nipple between his lips and suckles hard. his thick eyebrows furrow in concentration and bliss.

“hm, baby? do you feel good?” his large hand gropes your bare ass cheek, his touch electrifying.

“i’m so close to cumming,” he screws his eyes together, feeling his orgasm build up.

“you’re doing such a good job, but you’re not allowed to cum yet.” you take your hand off his cock and it throbs at the lack of touch.

“i’ve held out for so long,” he groaned, low and guttural, his head falling on your chest once again.

“you’re so pretty,” he looks up at you through his thick eyelashes. you smile down at him and spit on your hand, returning your hand to his throbbing cock. his hips jerk into your hand uncontrollably.

“y/n,” he gasps, his cock throbbing in your hand, “y/n i cant control it.” he tried to scramble out of your touch, trying to move away from you, knowing he was about to cum. he groans hard and lets himself go.

his cock twitches one last time before shooting ropes of cum on your stomach and his, falling onto your hand and his dick.

“did i tell you to cum?” you freeze in place, still holding his throbbing, red dick. he breathes heavy, his hot breath hitting your collarbones.

“i’m sorry,” he sobs, his face so desperate, eyes needy. you fold at the sight of his genuine fear, scared he had disappointed you, his first real crush, his only real crush.

you bring his head into the warmth your neck, burrowing your nails into his curls, massaging his scalp. he lets himself relax into you, his breath slowing, eyes fallen shut.

“you’re okay baby.” you whisper to luigi, holding him in your arms.

“i- i think i love you,” he whispers into your neck.

“shh lu, just relax now.”

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[coldonez]

don’t fear me

paul tried his hardest to hide what he really is, who he really is, from her. until one day, it all comes crashing down.

“sharper the blade is, the easier it scars your soul.” wiped out! : the neighborhood

paul lahote x female!reader

paul thought he was protecting you by keeping his wolf a secret, going out on patrol he would tell you a buddy of his needed help with his car. he didn't know that hiding it for this long would have such consequences.

paul stormed out of emily's home, chest heaving, limbs shaking. you were quick to follow, wanting to comfort the man you loved so deeply.

"paul, baby, what happened?" you asked, desperately trying to calm the angered man infront of you. you shuffled closer to him, reaching a hand out to run it over his side, something that would always help when he was upset.

"don't touch me." paul spat out, taking you by surprise as you opened your mouth to speak before quickly closing it.

you could've sworn you saw steam coming off of his body.

sam uley made his way out into the front porch, watching the scene infront of him unfold.

"paul, that's enough." sam's voice was loud and strong, the tone of his voice made you ears ring, your body tensing at his words. what was going on?

it was as if on cue, paul's clothes shred off his body, a wolf replacing the man that was once infront of you. he knocked you back, hitting your head against the dirt ground, groaning as you lifted your head. fear laced through your body as your chest grew tight, tears welling in your eyes. you could hear distant voices and yelling behind you, but they were muffled.

all you were focused on was the growling silver wolf infront of you. he wasn't growling at you, but rather at the men that piled behind you.

when emily tried to help you up off of the ground, paul growled, a black wolf followed by a few more knocking paul to the ground.

emily's voice was quiet, soft, much unlike her fiancés.

"you're okay, baby. let's get you inside." getting onto your feet, you took one more glance at the wolf. what had just happened?

"i'm just, confused. scared, maybe." your mumbled, wrapping your hands around the warm mug, emily nodded along as she let you speak.

"you get used to it after a while. but paul, he would never hurt you, not on purpose." emily explained, sat next to you at her wooden table. the home was quiet, too quiet. it was still, like time had frozen.

"it's okay to be scared, it's not everyday you watch your boyfriend turn into a.. big dog." emily said, trying to lighten the mood with her choice of words. which ultimately worked, a smile cracking on your face.

a familiar tall man emerged from the open front door, a look on his face you couldn’t quite read.

“i think he’s ready to talk to you.” sam said, his voice careful not the startle you as you had still looked a little shaken up. you nodded, making your way out the door. your eyes immediately landed on the familiar man, his expression was one of sorrow and guilt, something you had never seen on your stubborn, hardheaded boyfriend.

you sat next to him, an exhale leaving his body as you watched his shoulders slump.

“i’m so, so sorry. i didn’t mean to, it just happened and i couldn’t stop it—“

“it’s okay, you’re okay.” you mumbled, reassuring him. his brows furrowed, turning to you as tears brimmed his eyes, burying his face in your chest.

“please don’t fear me, i don’t want you to fear me.” his words were muffled by the fabric of your t-shirt but they were loud enough for you to hear. you shook your head, knocking down his words.

“i really always was a dog kind of person.” you whispered, trying to lighten the heavy silk that laid over the topic of the conversation. you succeeded, you felt paul smile against your chest, you returning the smile as he pulled away from you.

“i love you, im so sorry i—“

“no, i love you too. don’t apologize.”

[bveckers]

book influencer reader x uconn wbb team

synopsis: some headcanons + a little blurb about book influencer reader x uconn wbb team

word count: 510

ps I'm gonna make this a series so send requests!

You originally met the team through azzi since we know she loves to read

As you made your way through the bookstore looking for a specific book for a video it became evident that you were going to get more than one. The stack in your arms eventually grew to you point of blocking your vision, as you turned the corning trying to find a basket or something to put your books in you crashed into someone and your stack came tumbling down

You fell to your knees doing your best to grab all the books that had fallen “I'm so so sorry” you apologized desperately. Azzi laughed in response “ your fine don't worry” she replied squatting down to help you pick up the books. It was this interaction that led to you buying her a drink from the Barnes and Noble Cafe as an apology.

You didn't think you would ever see her again but you ran into her on your way to class one day and she insisted on exchanging numbers.

The video caught the attention of azzi who messaged you asking about it since she wasn't aware you had a YouTube channel. She was ecstatic for you and your newfound success and asked to be in one of your future videos which you agreed to.

When you had first met azzi your channel was only on its beginning stage however a few weeks later you had found your nearly 600k subscribers due to a viral video where you asked random uconn students to pick your reads that month.

After the initial awkward introduction (mainly due to you) you had become quite comfortable around the team and ended up having a wonderful night with them.

Around the 2 month mark of you befriending azzi she invited you to a movie night at her place with the rest of the team. As you lifted your hand to knock on the door you could swear your heart was going to explode.

Again since azzi loves to read I feel like you guys would buddy-read books

You tried to start a book club with the team but most of them only managed to get through the first chapter

They are always featured in your reading vlogs

Your most viral video is “uconn wbb chooses my next read” or “paige bueckers chooses my next read”

They are your number one supporters and always post the link to your new videos on their story

When you launch your podcast They are the first guests you have on there

For the first episode, you guys discuss your childhood favorite books since they don't read much now

I feel like you definitely inspired kk to start a YouTube channel

You and kk would to best buy to get kk a camera for her channel

You also lowkey became her editor because she had no idea what she was doing (might do a separate book influencer reader x kk??? Lmk I'm open to others as well)

[mochaintherain]

"Study"

doodles from the brainworms...it started when I thought of golden cheese in engineering #womeninstem and it spiraled into SDVN because of course it did

TEXT:

PV—pre med

public health major!

• roomies w/ Dark Cacao

• crush on White Lily (obvious) that he hides (fails)

• 3rd in his class overall

• in gardening club!

• has been nominated for ASB a gazillion times

• visually impaired

•uses a cane sometimes

TEXT:

PV, got a new "study buddy"!

uh...people don't hear much from him these days.

• DC says he's barely home?

• seems to avoid white lily? Changed his whole discussion section schedule?

• Doesn't show up to class, aces tests

Maybe the ills from my summer classes are showing but college AU in a cutthroat and prestigious uni

grade deflation / everyone is a tryhard / everyone is barely making it / grades are curved against everyone else's / It's just a very, very unhealthy environment. The college is also small enough for everyone to be ranked.

PV being one of the best in his class but struggling...perhaps a few lab break-in's with White Lily later...and he's landed himself a new friend to study with!!! There is no blackmail involved.

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CW: SUGGESTIVE ART UNDER CUT!!!! + UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC BRAINROT

BECAUSE OF SHADOW FUCKING MILK.

theyre fuckin in a twin XL sized bed because they're in a college town btw

i think PV would be beloved around the uni—I'd say that all the ancients are quite popular because they're remarkable in their fields, but since PV is so nice and friendly, he's like. the most.

As for how The . Situationship occurred, I think it'd be really interesting if it followed canon-esquely. WL (2nd in their class) is a science major (prob bio?) and despite not having a lab on campus, she sneaks into them anyway with PV. He follows along because of his feelings for her + he also is curious about more than his course materials. except on one unfortunate instance, they break into shamilks.

He finds out—maybe PV accidently loses one of his earrings or something. he's the smartest of them all (valedictorian) and has been watching the two for a while. It's not everyday that the top-scorer places second. WL outdid him in some chemistry class once, and SM has never lived it down.

in earnest, the only reason that happened was because he was so bored, he figured he could skip a few questions and still get the highest placement. his other classmates are morons, after all!!!

When he confronts PV, I'd figure he would use WL against him, saying how terrible it'd be to get them expelled, with such bright futures. PV is PV, he'd apologize profusely, almost begging him to keep a secret. If not for WL, he'd most likely accept his consequences. But he couldn't let his friend go through that, especially not when he was the reason they got caught!

wracked with guilt and some psychological maneuvering later, PV agrees to be Shamilk's study buddy (who absolutely does not need one). A call or text, and 30 minutes later, Vanilla is at his doorstep, without fail. No matter what time.

Ring the bell, and the dog will heed its tolls.

all of it was originally a ploy to see how desperate PV would be to keep up appearances,

but Shadow Milk finds his company fascinating.

PV does work hard to succeed, and with SM's help, he actually gets better and better scores (and eventually overtaking WL's GPA).

Unfortunately, SM's help is brutal. Effective, but brutal. Keeping PV in his apartment for days at a time to read and study, unconventional recall methods, maybe freaky operant conditioning.

And in a way, it's nice to have someone who can keep up with you. SM has his own friends, too, but they're not exactly knowledgeable in more than one thing. They can't keep up with him, but Pure Vanilla can. And when he can't, he's a quick learner.

PV is also weaker than him.

Shadow Milk has a frail body, and somehow, PV is even more so. The thing can't read unless the lights are turned up all the way, and can't walk for an extended period of time. just like him.

When one has a friend like Burning Spice, who is in peak physical condition, there's a certain satistifaction to be had in finding someone worse off than you.

And that someone is so, so touch-starved. It's reasonable, honestly. Going from some group of closely-knit friends to...Shadow Milk, will do that to a man.

Especially when touch is one such tool for teaching.

If PV does well, he may bestow upon him a squeeze on the shoulder. A tap on the cheek. A hug.

A kiss.

Neither of them quite remember what happened for the two to get in bed together.

But then, and even now, Shadow Milk withholds touch.

More specifically, Pure Vanilla isn't allowed to touch him back. Not even his fingers twitch, or when his arms flail for purchase.

It's a riveting game, because Shadow Milk knows the thing craves to reciprocate. Being desired and wanted...it's a nice feeling, isn't it? Being in control—it's exquisite.

But as smart as Shadow Milk is, he's so easily deceived.

When Pure Vanilla began asking for help on topics that he surely should have been well-versed in, Shadow Milk should have known better than to indulge him.

When he wore the clothes so generously made by SM...When the two began wearing matching earrings...When he agreed to wear that golden choker...

When Pure Vanilla began showing up at his apartment without the usual beck-and-call, he had attributed it to routine. Familiarity. Stimulus and Response.

Learned Behavior.

After all, the fool was so blatantly infatuated with that White Lily. How could he have known?

How could Shadow Milk have ever fathomed that the consuming obsession spiraling was a mutual curiosity?

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I whisper secrets to my mirror

a/n idk this came to me in a dream last night so here we are now. I had to let this out of my system. Also, I haven’t written properly in a month so apologies if this sucks ass. 🫂✨

summery: take a gamble… one night leads to a handful of chased pleasure. So let’s whisper secrets to the mirror maybe at the end we will get to see each other clearer.

warning: FWB, sexual content, female and male receiving but also a plot… right…

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Noah had a strict rule when it came to seeing people. He wanted his life to stay off the internet at all cost and by now he was more than aware that letting random people into his bed was like a time bomb waiting to explode. So once bad omens took off, he cut off almost all the careless hookups. He wasn’t a priest, of course, he still had needs. But the bigger his band got, the harder it became to enjoy a careless night out because no matter what he always felt as if a dagger hung right above his neck.

You fell into his lap quite literally. The whole team had agreed to go for a round of drinks after the end of the tour. Bryan had been the one to point you out in the crowd. “That’s my buddy’s sister, moved here for uni I think”, he muttered something along the lines. Or that was all Noah heard before every part of him was consumed by you. That whole night had been a blur. All Noah was confident in was your smile. He would never forget you smile. One that still had him in a chokehold. And that red dress that looked as if it was painted on your body until it wasn’t and he was fucking into you from behind in a random bathroom stall. All procession thrown out the window. Moaning as if there was no tomorrow. Kissing your shoulder as he muttered your name.

And then there was one big blur again as he woke up the next morning. Nothing made sense but all Noah saw was you when he closed his eyes. Just the throbbing hangover had brought a wave of realization too. And he had spent good two hours trying to find your profile and another two trying to come up with a decent message. He had scribbled an awkward, “Hi, last night was fun but I don’t usually do that so sorry that I wasn’t in a state to take you home”, he regretted it instantly but the moment the three dots appeared he forgot how to breathe. “I can still feel you between my legs”, was the first thing you responded with, and fuck if his dick didn’t twitch at the thought of how you had felt. “Took the morning-after pill so you have nothing to worry about”, and there went all his arousal. So he kept in touch. Slightly growing paranoid. A month he had told himself. Till you get your period and he could make sure that you weren’t pregnant by accident. He just didn’t take it into the consideration that four weeks was a long time and growing familial in a month wasn’t all that hard. Not when you had tumbled back into bed not even a week later.

So tonight, as Noah anxiously tapped his steering wheel, ridden with stress about the tour preparations, he couldn’t wait to see you again. He had texted you to say that he was coming to your apartment. He just didn't wait for your response, too desperate to see you. Get a fix you offered. Just you. Because it settled something in him. Being there with you made him feel like he could do anything.

Noah held up two bags of takeout, as you opened the door. A slight frown on your face. “Hey", Noah muttered leaning against your doorframe. “Hey, I was just texting you back”, you gestured to your phone. He stepped into the apartment with a hum, setting the takeout down on the kitchen counter. "Don’t need to bother with that now”, Noah leaned against the counter, eyeing you from across the room. You looked tired. The dark circles you tried to hide with the concealer… yeah he saw through you. He had from the first moment. It was scary how it felt as if he had known you his whole life.

"Long day?", he muttered as you patted closer, peaking into the bags of food. “I mean… I guess?”, you mussed, reaching to put your hair up in a messy bun, running a hand down your face before turning to him, “What brought you here?”

"Like I texted you. I'm tired and stressed, I missed you.", he watched you move around with that look in his eyes. The desperation almost. You never really liked your man needy but had made the exception for Noah. “Careful, or I will assume that I am your favorite booty call”, you chuckled, opening one of the boxes up, taking a fried dumpling before plopping it into your mouth. Noah rolled his eyes, a crooked smirk appearing on his face as he watched you take a seat across from him.

“You are, the only one too", he said bluntly, watching you roll your eyes. It always felt domestic with you. It was stupid honestly but even watching you eat had become special to him. Noah leaned against your fridge, so he could face you properly, hands rubbing his face as he gave out a long sigh. “Aren’t you gonna eat?”, you asked, tilting your head to the side as your eyes landed on him. Noah glanced over at the food sitting beside him on the table, then back at you, "Not in the mood. Too many things on my mind." He was tired. He knew you could sense it too. Yet he did what he always had. Shutting his brain off as he let himself take you in. Crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes roamed up and down your body, almost shamelessly, a smirk slowly spreading on his face.

You pushed the box with food to the side, “Want to talk about it or TALK about it?”, you mused, leaning against the kitchen counter. Noah raised an eyebrow, a chuckle leaving his lips. He wanted to be cheeky like you. After all your personality had won him over in a heartbeat. But the day’s weight was too heavy on his shoulders so instead of suppressing it like he usually did, he let himself let out another sigh, as he muttered, "I'm just… stressed. Tour and planning and everyone and their fucking opinions. Just thinking of all the things that need to get done and it's all just…”, Noah trailed off, running a hand through his hair. You watched him now, those assesing eyes dissecting him on the spot.

“Do you want to fuck this out of your system or are we talking about it?”, you asked bluntly. He blinked a couple of times, a smirk spreading across his face before a scoff left his mouth. You were always so blunt with things like this, after all, you were the one who had asked to fuck the first time you met. That was probably why he had said yes too. It was a transaction. Just two horny people. You didn’t want anything to do with the fame, the band, him as a musician. And fuck it he loved it.

“Can’t it be both?", he shrugged in return. “What comes first?”, you mused, smiling at him all innocently. It was tricky. Was fucking and then dumping his problems onto you worse? "Talking”, he nodded, “then we can fuck", you nodded, pushing off the counter as you reached for his hand. “Okay then”, you mused, dragging him towards the living room. And he followed without any hesitation. Like a lost puppy trailing after you.

“Sit, and then lay your head on my lap”, you ordered him, pointing to the sofa as you too settled down. Noah nodded, slowly lying back, head resting on your lap as he looked up at you with a cocky smile. A similar expression lit up your features as you ran your finger over his lips, before slowly moving your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, making Noah let out a deep moan. “Your booty side hoe and psychologists at your service”, you snickered. He smirked at your words once more, eyes opening again as he looked up at you from his position on your lap, "It's a lot to expect of one person, you know." You let out an overly dramatic sigh, “What can I say, you got me working overtime here” He chuckled, watching you so casually working your fingers through his hair. Making him want to lean into your touch, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, eyes falling shut again as he spoke, "well fuck", Nowh said, his voice low, almost a grumble, "You're too good to me."

“You do come with a perk or two”, you shrugged. "Care to share some of those perks?", Noah asked, his voice low as he wiggled his brows. “Oh shut up, I ain’t about to praise you too, that comes with extra pay”, you teased, as Noah rolled his eyes, "come on, you're such a killjoy. I just want a little bit of your love." Now it was your time to rolled your eyes. Love had been a fleeting word between you two for a while now. But you never let it actually hit home. You couldn’t. “You still need to replace my bedframe after your last performance”, tapping Noah’s chest, looking at that knowing smile spreading on his face. That image and night had kept him up for quite some time. The bed frame had broke early in the morning. Noah had instantly grabbed for you, wrapping you up in his arms as he turned you over. He wasn’t sure why that had been his first reaction but it had been. Cause a part of him sensed danger and it felt like a no-brainer.

After a beat, he looked up at you again, eyes roaming down your body one more time. "Yeah, I'm still sorry about that. I'll get you a new bed altogether." “You’re sorry?”, you snorted, “you said it was the best orgasm of your life.” He smiled at the memory, nodding, "Yeah, it was fantastic. I don't think the bed frame agreed, though”, he shrugged, making you tip your head back as you laughed. Warmth spread through Noah’s chest at the sound alone. His hands began tracing up and down your legs, moving from your knees to your thighs, up and down, up and down.

He felt you clenching your legs together, running your hand down his neck as you pinched his chin. "That bed frame wasn't the only thing we broke, though." He said, smirking once again as he watched you from his place on your lap. You frowned, “what else broke?” He chuckled, a low, amused sound as the smirk on his face widened. "Let's see… I think I left a pretty nasty mark on your-" He lifted his head from her lap as he made a show of thinking for a moment, acting like he didn't already know the answer. You let out a gasp, hitting his chest, “you’re nasty…”, your cheeks going red as you shook your head. And once again there was something about knowing that he could do that. Affect you. Makes you squirm.

"I'm not that nasty.", Noah mused, turning slightly so he could kiss your exposed skin, thanking all lucky stars for the skimpy shorts you had on, “I can prove it too", muttering against your skin before biting your inner thigh. “Mhm… where are you spitting this time then?”, your voice was breathy, as you pulled at him. Noah chuckled as you called him out, his hands moving from your legs to gently grab your hips as he pulled the both of you to a sitting position. He gave your ass a little swat as you settled on his lap, "Where do you want it this time?" There was a moment of shock there before your eyes caught the same fire. The one blazing in his own. Your palm came up his neck, nails already digging into his skin, “Surprise me”, you mused. A small moan left his mouth as Noah moved his hands to grab your hips, moving his fingers beneath the hem of the shirt you were wearing.

“Just”, you nibbled on his lip, “Don’t blow in your pants this time”, Noah groaned, rolling his eyes at your response, a hand moving to grab the back of your neck. It had only happened once. He had been desperate and it had been a while since he had been sexual with anyone. “I'm sure I could last for about 20 minutes…", he paused for a beat before adding, "…on a good day." You snorted, throwing your head back with laughter once more. A different kind of laughter. A genuine one. He couldn't blame you, it was a stupid comment, and he was honestly proud of himself that it made you laugh. Yet it was short-lived since your neck was exposed to him now. So he leaned in nibbling at your throat as he pushed you down onto his already throbbing cock. You whimpered, “Oh I don’t doubt it, I’ve seen your honest work”, you mussed, teasing him.

"You've gotten to watch firsthand, haven't you?", he stated proudly, “You’re an idiot”, you shook your head leaning in to crash your lips against him, grinding against him. He was shocked for a split second, before he relaxed into your kiss, closing his eyes as you took what you wanted. One of his hands moved to the back of your head, holding you in place as he kissed you back hungrily. He moved his hand on your ass, pulling you closer, wanting to feel all of you against him. You pulled at his shirt, yanking it over his head, “Let me help you forget”.

Noah nodded, desperate eyes watching you pulling your own shirt over your head. Lushes breast bouncing with movement right in front of him. “I need you”, he grunted, leaning in, letting his tongue move over the perky nipple. “I know baby”, you cooed, “That’s why you came here after all”, and there was almost a tad of bitterness in your voice but you knew that he was too desperate to notice it. To let it sink in.

"You got that right”, Noah said with a smirk, "But… there's something I forgot to mention…", but you bit his earlobe, making Noah groan as he leaned his head to the side. With one more chased kiss you slid off his lap, sinking to your knees in front of him, eyes looking up. You could see him clenching his jaw as he looked down at you, legs spreading just a tad to make more room for you. So you liked your lips, smirked at him, before pulling at his pants.

"Baby, you don't have to", he grunted, letting out a low rumble as he pulled his eyes away from you to look around the room for a second. At anything other than the goddess in front of him. “Shh, sit back and enjoy”, you kissed his thigh, eyes never leaving his. Noah knew you were going to take care of him… you always did… you always took care of him in more than one way. He leaned his head back, a silent sigh leaving his mouth as you finally wrapped your fingers around his aching cock, spreading the precum all over. “Baby”, he whined, watching you swirl your tongue around the very tip before taking him all into your mouth. His hips bucked up, he couldn’t help it. As you bobbed your head, taking him all in, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gagged. “Fuck, fuck you feel so…”, Noah grunted, taking fistfuls of your hair between his fingers. Your choked-out moans filled the space, sending pleasure all through Noah’s body. “I could die for you on your knees”, he stated, pushing your head down his length as your drool coated his thighs. “Come on… spit on it baby”, he demanded and you instantly did as told. Pumping him in your hand as you spat the mixture of you both on the tip of his dick, keeping direct eye contact as you leaned in to lick all the way up the throbbing crown. “Jesus”, Noah ran a hand down his face as you wrapped your lips around him once more, keeping that deadly rhythm. But this was dangerous. He was too worked up.

“Come here”, pulling you back up, he watched as his dick slid out your mouth with a pop. Panting, as you climbed up his lap once more. His fingers gently wiped the tears away from your cheeks. Your eyes locked for just a heartbeat before you crashed your lips into his once more. His hands instinctively went to grab your hips, before he dipped his hand between your thighs pushing the skimpy material to the side. “Noah”, you whimpered, bracing yourself against his shoulders, so he could slide into you with ease. “You’re ready? You’re sure?”, he pulled back, looking right at you, the very tip of him lingering right there, right by your entrance. So you didn’t bother to answer, sinking into him as you pressed your forehead against him. “Shit”, “Noah, fuck”, you both grunted in unison as you slowly bottomed out. Just breathing together in the feeling of each other. Noah was the one who pulled your hips forward, urging you to move. “So… big”, you mewled, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against him. Noah instantly moved his arms around your torso, kissing your shoulder, “such a good girl, look at you”, he praised as you rocked your hips back and forth, nuzzling against him whimpering in his ear every time he hit that delicious spot deep within. This felt different in a way. It wasn’t that you always fucked, there were more intimate moments too but this felt raw somehow deeper than before. “Noah”, you cried out, snapping him back to the moment as he moved his hands beneath your bum helping you ride him as you slowly began to clench around him.

“Baby”, you pulled back, hair falling behind your shoulder as you cupped his cheeks, leaning in to kiss him. “I’ve got you gorgeous, cum for me”, Noah urged you on, kissing your collarbone before leaning in to lick up your breast. Biting your lip you clenched around him, feeling the throbbing vein pulsing each time you bottomed out. “I will…”, you whimper before the blissful flames erupt. “Shittt”, Noah whines with a loud growl, pulling you all the way down as you both come undone. You let your head fall on his shoulder as you tried to move through the last bits of chased pleaser. You could hear Noah’s heart pounding in his chest as you lean in to press a tender kiss to his neck. His still slightly shaky fingers moved to thread through your hair. These moments always frighten you. Even more so the fact that you craved them. Him staying. Holding you in his arms. So even if it was chased and careless you snuggled closer to him, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re okay?”, Noah muttered, kissing the side of your head. “I am, always when I’m with you”, you whispered looking up at him, Noah smiled down at you softly, moving his hand between you both. “Don’t”, you clasp his wrist, clenching around him, “Just for a moment”, you whisper shyly. Noah clenched his jaw, settling back down as he brings your body full flesh to flesh with his. “You know that I would give anything to you”, he admitted and the sound of these words hit him like a punch. The realization of it. The promise of it. Unsettled him slightly but he was selfish like that so he stayed put, holding you because all of a sudden letting go felt impossible to imagine.

[only-lonely-star]

Fem Soc reader x Steve where the gang is super against them dating (especially Dally) and this causes the reader to feel bad since Steve's been distancing himself from his friends bc of her.

Sorry this is pretty specific😓

Sweet Escape

Steve Randle x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: Dallas being a jerk to reader.

Summary: Arguing with a hothead changes your perspective on your relationship.

Author’s Note: I actually don’t like this one… it’s kinda rushed. my apologies, anon <\3

Word Count: 1.1k.

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The Curtis residence was no place for a girl like you. Though nobody had the guts besides Dallas Winston to say it, it was quite obvious the other boys weren’t so fond of you either. The way their eyes never left you unattended and the way they spoke of your clothing so backhandedly was all the proof you needed. Being a classy Soc in a world full of greasy men was unbearable. Steve was the only greaser you met that treated you decently. It wasn’t surprising that you were head over heels for the boy.

Despite the bad blood between the other boys and you, Steve dragged you along to the Curtis house. He was currently on the hunt for his denim vest; he claimed to have left it somewhere at Soda’s place, but couldn’t remember exactly where.

“Steve, I really don’t want to go in there,” you begged, using your body weight to keep your feet planted onto the porch.

Steve had one arm encircled around your waist, urging you forward gently. He tried to refrain from using more strength than he needed to. “It’ll take me a minute. No, less than a minute, baby,” he countered.

“You know they don’t like me. This is humiliating,” you whined, losing balance as he tugged you along behind him.

“I ain’t leaving you in that hot car. Now come on.” Steve pushed the front door open, taking you inside by the hand. He gave a small pat to your shoulder and pecked your cheek. “Count to sixty.”

With a huff, you leaned your body against the wooden door as your arms crossed over your chest.

One… two… three…

“I knew it,” that bitter voice snickered from afar. He sat lazily on the sofa, mindlessly picking at the sharp end of his switchblade.

It was Dallas. Smart-mouthed, violent, cocky Dallas Winston just so happened to find you in greaser territory.

“He can’t leave you alone, can he? You know, I can’t remember the last time I’ve spent time with him.” He sized you up with a cold stare, egging you on, “Too goddamn busy with your kind.”

‘Your kind’. You could say the same about him, but you knew better than to get mouthy with a guy like that. Silence was the safest option, though your boyfriend was a few rooms down. Surely he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. “Maybe he chooses me for a reason,” you said calmly.

Calm words didn’t have that effect on him. His jaw ticked, repeatedly flicking the switchblade in his hand armed and shut. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You craned your neck to the wall beside you, desperate to keep him uninterested in conversing with you anymore.

He stood from the couch, stuffing his weapon into the back pocket of his jeans. He approached you with angry eyes. “We used to go out ‘nd pick up girls all the time. Now it’s ‘I’ve got plans with my girl,’ or ‘can’t hang today, she’s spending the night’.” He scoffed, shaking his head in disappointment. “Turned all Soc on me ‘cause of you.”

For some unknown reason, his words stuck to you like glue. You never really thought of it that way. Nearly every day was spent with Steve— driving around Tulsa, feasting at a local diner, going for a swim at the lake. He hardly spent time with his buddies because you swooped in and took the boy all for yourself. After a moment of silence, you met his eyes. “I didn’t think of it that way.”

Upon hearing your soft voice, Dallas only grew angrier. “Bullshit. What do you want from him?” he hissed.

Steve saw your petrified body in the corner of the living room and saw Dallas’s intimidating figure trapping you there. He groaned, quickening his pace to prevent him from causing anymore harm. “Aw, come on, Dally. Leave her alone,” he chastised, pulling on his shoulder to create some space between you two.

Dallas flinched, thinking twice before raising that fist of his. “Man, you know you shouldn’t have brought her here. You think we want to see her kind around here? Huh? She ain’t looking for nothing but trouble.”

Steve slipped each of his arms into his denim vest, turning his pockets inside out. He suppressed his anger by shaking his head repeatedly. “You’re lookin’ for trouble. I let her in, so she’s my responsibility.”

You stood between them, wishing you could disappear into thin air. You could understand why his friends didn’t think too highly of you. Most Soc boys picked at greasers for fun, or simply because they felt inferior from time to time. It was a complex game of cat and mouse; Socs had everything, and greasers suffered. If they were so high and mighty, why must they harm those less fortunate? Was it just for kicks?

Guilt seeped in quicker than you imagined. Dallas made a good point— maybe you were sort of intervening. You watched the boys bicker back and forth before grabbing onto the back of Steve’s arm. “Look, I can just walk home. It’s not fair to you that I drag you around everywhere.”

Steve’s face dropped. “The hell did you tell her?” he snapped at Dallas without second thought. “And no, you ain’t walking home either.”

“He’s right, Steve. It’s like I’m hogging you. You don’t ever spend time with Soda… or- or anyone else. It’s just me,” you explained through a subtle frown. “I didn’t realize that until now.”

Dallas watched with his arms crossed, a sly smirk written all over his lips.

Steve stared at you in disbelief. “You’re not hogging me. I just… I can’t exactly bring you along if I’m with the guys. You know how it is.”

“You embarrassed of me?” you said, swallowing the lump that lodged your throat.

“Here we go,” Dallas rolled his eyes, exiting the room before Steve had a chance to respond. He made a beeline for the hallway.

“I’m not embarrassed of you. Folks like Dally just like to pick on girls like you. He don’t mean nothing by it. I swear.”

You didn’t believe him; not for one second. You glanced from the front door and back to your boyfriend. “I know I’m not exactly welcomed over on this side of town. I get it, Steve.”

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your warmth. “No more of that. If you listen to guys like Dally all day long, you’ll never be happy.” He pecked the very top of your head, “I like spending time with you, baby.”

Steve tore those walls down just as fast as you built them back up. You tucked your head underneath his chin. “You promise?”

“Promise. I wouldn’t want to spend my time any other way,” he nodded. “Besides— I see the guys so much that I get sick of ‘em. You’re like a sweet escape,” he teased, his chest heaving with laughter.

THIS WAS ASS OMG 😭😭

I HOPE YOU ALL SOMEWHAT ENJOYED LMFAO

-Sophia 🫶🏼

[alottiegoingon]

hc!friends to lovers

natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

summary: going from friends to lovers with nat

warnings: golden retriever gf x black cat gf dynamic, nat is secretly a softie, drugs and mommy/daddy issues mentions, cursing, pure fluff, not proofread

𖧊 to this day, nat still has no idea on how you two became friends. you were too different

𖧊 it started with you complimenting her makeup once and she was so rude cause she thought you were making fun of her

𖧊 “your eyeliner is so pretty,” you tried to be nice just to receive a “fuck off” and a middle finger right to your face. you were flabbergasted! you were just trying to be nice to a pretty blonde girl and now you were her enemy?

𖧊 your huge smile disappeared in seconds and when nat realized you weren’t mocking her, she got desperate. “oh, shit. you were actually serious?”

𖧊 she was constantly being slutshamed and harassed by the mean students and the idea of being complimented by you didn’t even make it to her head

𖧊 you were too sweet for her taste. too smiley, too happy, too soft and too excited. her words, not mine. but damn, you were pretty

𖧊 not that she would ever tell you that, but being friends with you was better than spending her days alone or with the other two guys she had for friends but were nothing but drug buddies

𖧊 “dude, what the fuck is that?” she grunts at the second you show her one of your favorite songs by backstreet boys “it’s so cheesy!”

𖧊 you held her arms and made her dance with you and she was so embarrassed and tried to brush it off by complaining a lot but her eyes didn’t lie. she kinda enjoyed that

𖧊 then, late at night when she’s unable to sleep, she secretly listen to the too happy and annoying shit type of songs you liked just to think of you :(

𖧊 she eventually found herself enjoying the cranberries, spice girls and lots of your catchy pop or soft songs while doing chores and would never forgive herself for that

𖧊 at first, nat was easily annoyed by you. by your overwhelming enthusiasm and positivity and how you would always see the good in others even if they didn’t deserve

𖧊 however, that didn’t mean you wouldn’t speak up for her. if anyone was caught talking shit about nat, you were always the first one to have her back. “excuse me? hi. that’s my friend you are talking about and you might wanna apologize to her right now!”

𖧊 bless your heart you really tried to be scary like her. at least the intention was there right

𖧊 “i don’t need you to defend me,” she was already snarling at you but you could see in her eyes that she didn’t mean that. she just didn’t like being vulnerable in front of others

𖧊 nat was tough, she could take care of herself. you knew that but you couldn’t let anyone be mean to her

𖧊 “i know, but i care about you!” “yeah, whatever 🙄🙂”

𖧊 and it worked the other way around as well. a single threatening glance of nat was enough to make anyone scared of even saying your name. yes, you were a pain in her ass but she was the only one who could say that

𖧊 “but you just said she was annoying,” her friend kevin defends himself from her scary look. “don’t call her that, asshole”

𖧊 nat couldn’t invite you over to her house trailer so you would usually hang out at your house or secret places she knew

𖧊 nat is a really lonely and independent person and that’s a consequence of her unstable childhood. running away from the mess she had for parents, she eventually discovered a nice small park with pretty trees around and thought it would be the perfect hiding spot

𖧊 smoking with nat? obviously a must. you would give her the old speech saying that it was terrible for her physical and mental health (🤓☝️) even if you were 100% sure that she wasn't listening and was just giving you ironic commments. "you don't say, princess"

𖧊 deep down, very deep down, she appreciated you

𖧊 “kevin told me he caught you listening to backstreet boys yesterday” you smile at her, watching her messy bleached hair cover half of her face as she smokes

𖧊 “fucking kevin,” she mutters under her breath and it’s the perfect opportunity to play around with her. “aren’t you gonna deny it? wow, you must really like me, nat”

𖧊 “shut up, princess.”

𖧊 it was meant to be ironic but since the first time she called you that, you two were sure that it was nothing but a caring nickname and you were a complete sucker for it

𖧊 spending time together became a casual thing and as essential as breathing. that didn’t go unnoticed

𖧊 showing up to support her on a game day or just practice, holding a big sign with her name written with gliter gel pens and smiley faces and cheering so loud that people near you had to cover their ears

𖧊 thanks to that, she was so flustered that couldn't focus on the actual game

𖧊 classically, the yellowjackets would always make fun of her when you were around but especially when you weren’t. “are you happy that your girlfriend came to see you today?” van teases nat and suddenly she became their favorite subject to talk about

𖧊 “she’s not my fucking girlfriend!” she flips them off and storms off to hide how unbelievably red her cheeks were

𖧊 nat didn't take long to realize she felt different about you. but her doing your eyeliner to match her after you insisted didn't help. it was pretty hard to mantain her toughness when you were lying in bed with her on top, straddling you with face so close that you could smell the blunt in her breath

𖧊 "thanks, nat. what do you think?" you ask when she's done

𖧊 "not bad. thanks to me, obviously," she acts casually but she's like 🧍🏼‍♀️😊😮‍💨😵 seeing you with her goth ass makeup

𖧊 being jealous of you near anyone who would say hi to you was also a clear sign

𖧊 going from friends to lovers with nat would be something hard for her at first. she isn't used to trusting people that much. loving someone? what was she thinking?!

𖧊 this means that she would definitely push you away, intentionally or not, and would act weird for days until you finally confronted her

𖧊 and she tries to be rude to make you leave but it doesn’t work. eventually she opens up about her feelings, shaking and at the verge of tears, and you hug her tightly

𖧊 “i like you too, nat”

𖧊 holds your chin when kissing you 😵‍💫

𖧊 jealous girlfriend that was always there to keep an eye on you but wouldn’t say the words “i’m jealous” even if her life depended on it

𖧊 dating nat meant her having part time jobs to save money for weeks just to buy you something nice for your birthday or to take you to a special place in a special occasion. you cried like a baby

𖧊 you were aware that she struggled with money and you weren't rich either, so you kept things discreet. you would come to her with a tape with lots of songs that reminded you of her, "nat, you won't believe what i made you!"

𖧊 “i have no idea, baby..." but she definitely did cause you would do that at least twice a month

𖧊 she would be the first one to say “i love you” accidentally and got so stressed trying to fix her mistake with a cough but you had heard her and was freaking out, smile from ear to ear

𖧊 “you’re a moron, i love you” it took her five seconds to go from 😁 to 😧

𖧊 “i love you too.”

𖧊 when it comes to affection, i feel like she would be hesitant at first, not knowing what to do. having sex with random people was really different from wanting to show her love for you, it was harder

𖧊 realistically, nat wouldn't be the touchy type. she never really experienced affection from her parents (at least not in a long time), so it would be something new, but wouldn't be opposed to it once she realized how comforting it felt

𖧊 100% touch starved. you stroke her cheek once and she's tearing up already

𖧊 pretends to be bothered but always melts completely when you kiss her and loves to hold hands and intertwine fingers

𖧊 not everything was perfect and sharing feelings wasn’t easy for her. either way, you were always there for her, listening to her talk about her shitty parents or just comforting her after a bad day

BONUS!!!

𖧊 if the iconic barbie movie was released in the 90s, you would BEG her to wear pink clothes to go to the movies together and she would deny it every single time

𖧊 “but it would be so cute! we would match 🥺” you insisted, knowing that she was so close to cave in

𖧊 “it’s gonna make me look stupid, i don’t wear pink. quit it, princess,” nat nods, convinced that you would eventually forget about it

𖧊 a week later, nat is found at the movie theater looking like a damn flamingo

𖧊 “what happened to you? met an unicorn on the way here?” shauna mocks her as soon as she sees the blondie wearing a bright pink suit and black boots, matching your same color dress

𖧊 “shut up,” she gives them her middle finger

𖧊 “happy wife, happy life,” tai murmurs and she just nods, defeated. shauna, tai and van, all in pink thanks to your incessant pleas, followed her to get the tickets while you and jackie were excitedly buying snacks and pink popcorn containers shaped like barbie’s car

𖧊 (she definitely cried at the end and you had to kiss her tears away)

[carto0ncritter]

"Stolas left in a rush because Blitzø could die in any second, he was scared and not thinking clearly"

Okay... he initially didn't think about Octavia and what would happen to her because he didn't want his fuck buddy to die. All that was on his mind was the guy he had successfully manipulated into a coercive relationship. Okay.

But then, Stolas doesn't even think about Via in the courtroom, before or during or after his song. She doesn't seem to be on his mind, not even as he thinks he's going to be beheaded. Stolas doesn't cry on his knees and plead to be set free for a few minutes so he could say goodbye to Via/spend his last moments with her. The only time Stolas remembers he has a daughter is when he (temporarily) loses everything.

He really has the nerve to say how he'd rather die than live without Blitzø (and how he is his "light"), his obsession and the victim of his abuse & emotional manipulation, and not even THINK about what would happen to his daughter without him, since Stella was apparently abusive from birth.

My guy Stolas doesn't try to reach Via and apologize for everything IN PERSON like he SHOULD HAVE, he doesn't desperately try to get to her to comfort her. Nope, he just sulks all the way to his victim's house and lets his victim take care of him, then looks hurt when he sees how Blitzø and Loona have a better father-daughter relationship. No shit? Blitzø hasn't ever neglected his daughter or made her feel invisible and/or an afterthought.

Just... fuck Stolas, man. He's a shit dad and a shit person.

[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. j.eli x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. while helping out your parents with the street food stand , you saw a street cat staring at the food at the board over you head so why not feed it when there are no customers? who doesn't like free food?

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~1.9k words .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff for you. angst for heather. f!reader. spoiler about eli's past ! safe for minors ! crappy writing. eli, heather, warren, sally may seem ooc. inspired by no. 1 party anthem from arctic monkeys !

　“OH god... How much I hate standing here doing nothing.”

A huff escaped your lips as you waited in the small stand of street food. You've been standing here all day, for hours! Only a few customer came here for a short while before leaving. And your legs are about to give out if you stand for another hour here. But helping out your parents isn't that bad, at least you get some pocket money bonus from standing here all day.

Are you that desperate for money? Well. Yes. You need it, so you took your mother's offer up because you killed two birds with one stone. Helping out your parents and get a bit more money than usual. It was a win-win for you. "Do I regret it though?" you muttered under your breath, pressing your hands against your face, once again complaining in your mind about all this.

The moment you heard a little rustle near you, your hand moved itself and you peeked through your fingers. Only to meet the eyes of a boy — not just any boy, an absolutely stunning one. Ah, you're sure you've seen him somewhere already. Doesn't he always walk pass this shop while staring at the food that was displayed on the boards over your head?The one your father chased away once?

"Hey you." you removed your hand to not appear weird, watching how he flinched at your rude coming tone.

"What are you looking at..." he paused, knitting his eyebrows in caution, "little bitch."

Huh. What did he just call you? Could he repeat? "Shut up and come here." you furrowed your eyebrows in slight annoyance, almost regretting what you're about to do. The black haired boy hesitated for a second, standing glued to his spot before slowly coming closer — like a cat slowly making it's way to a stranger who's offering headpats or food. He resembled a cat to be honest.

As soon as he stood infront of you, you took a good look at his clothing. It was kinda shabby and rancid, everywhere holes. He was in general need of new clothing. His stomach growled. Seems like he also was in need of food. And to his luck, you were alone here, already placing a bowl of tteokbokki and a bowl of ramen on the counter.

"Eat up, buddy. It's on the house 'cause it doesn't look like I'll get any customers around this time." you sighed, "and I want to go home as soon as possible."

He blinked. The boy didn't expect that. "You're lucky that I gave you a large amount even though you just called me a little bitch." you placed your elbow on top of the counter, bending down to lean your cheek against your palm. The boy didn't answer, taking the metal chopsticks into his hand. "Bon appetit." you eyes watched how he was literally gobbling the food down.

"Good, right?" you asked, handing him a cup of water as he choked a bit.

The black-haired guy accepted the water swiftly whil nodding his head up and down hastily, a sign that he enjoyed the food. It was nice to see someone liking the food your parents cooked with much love, trying their best to let the food taste delicious. That's why you'll never tolerate someone complaining about the food, you'll throw hands if they cross the line — one bad word and they already crossed the damn line.

"What's your name?" you asked as he literally shoved the bowls into your face for more.

"...Eli." he introduced himself, his eyes intently watching your every move. "And you..?"

"Little bitch." ah, you didn't forgive him yet.

"Sorry." he apologized, not daring to accept the bowls back as he looked at the counter in shame. "I thought I could look weak to you."

"[name]." you answered his question from before, placing the food on the counter. "If you don't eat it, it'll get cold and then it won't taste as good as now."

"Yes..." he was surprised by your actions, lifting his head with slightly widened eyes as heat rushed to his cheeks.

"It's getting cold, you know?"

"Y-Yes." he blinked, bashfully beginning to eat now. After all, he doesn't want it to get cold.

"Visit me everyday and you'll get tasty food for free, yeah?"

A little smile of amusement rose to your lips — it was a pleasing to his eyes like an exquisite painting in the most expensive museum. Only to look at, not for anyone to touch. And if you were the painting, he would probably be the bodyguard if he's lucky enough to even stand beside you that is.

It was an understatement when you said your parents were shocked. Their souls departed from their body for a second as you quickly tried to force them back to their owner. Only because you said you'd like to work more often — more often in everyday. And then you added that you didn't care if they raise the sum of your pocket money. You'd feel bad if you give food away for free and get extra money.

And then you began working in the little stand, immediately coming home after school to take over the stand, always yelling sorry to your friends who wanted to hang out after school. You were busy though, busy feeding a street cat. Your favorite street cat, you said. While you would always come home quickly to leave your bag at home, Eli already stands beside there. Waiting for you.

He came everyday at the same time. It's not like he has anywhere to go but this little food stand. And then his eyes would light up at the sight of you, his cheeks would turn rosy red sometimes. And then he would stay until it closes. And then he would accompany you home. But at the end it became routine. His routine and your routine.

On the way to your home, you would always teach him new things he missed out. Because you noticed that he lacked a lot of basic education and knowledge. How did you notice? When he started a fight with someone who wanted to ask for directions and your number. As if Eli sensed the bad intention the dude had. In your mind, he reminded you of a cat. But it wasn't a reason to beat the literal shit out of someone.

"Where is he?" you questioned under your breath. "Is he beating someone up?" a gasp.

For the first time, you're the one waiting for him. Wow you were bored out of your mind. And slightly worried that he might have picked a fight again. However you doubt it because he's been a little busy lately. There are times where he arrives late or times where he goes earlier and not take you home. There are also days where he is not coming at all. Of course you're worried.

Suddenly — as soon as you opened your eyes, the black-haired boy stood infront of you with a troubled expression on his face. You averted your eyes from him to a group of people standing behind him with a curious gleam in their eyes. "Eli, you brought your... friends?" you were kind of surprised to see other people surrounding him. Of course though, his looks would attract people.

"No, they followed me..." he said truthfully, glancing behind him. "Am I in trouble?"

"For what? No, you aren't in trouble. I was just surprised that you have so many friends." you shook your head and signed his friends to come closer.

"A-Ah..!" one of the girls spoke up, "I was just curious about the person Eli always speaks about, but then those two followed me even though I said them not to. W-We're not looking for trouble!"

"Cute." you chuckled as she tried to explain herself, "y'all hungry?"

"No..!—"

The stomach of those kids began to growl at the sight and smell of delicious food. "(It's) alright. We (don't) have money." the boy was the next one to speak up, only to get nudged by the girl. "Stop leaving out words, she'll misunderstand!" she said with furrowed eyebrows. Wow what a funny troup of people. You looked at the last girl curiously who clung to the rather more confident one.

"It's on the house by the way." you already placed several bowls on the counter.

"B-But we can't eat without the rest of the family!" the girl said, not ready yet to accept the food offering.

"You can have some to-go." you suggested with a smile, "now come on. It seems like Eli will eat without you."

They stared at their friend who was by now holding chop sticks in his hands. "The name's [name]." you introduced yourself and watched the three hesitating to eat. "Quick, quick before Eli gets to eat your portion." and at that, they moved to come forward. Wow so that sentence made them move their asses? "What's your name?"

"The one and only mighty Warren Chae." he folded his hands together before eating.

"I'm Sally."

"My name is Heather."

"Well, aren't you all a cute bunch?" you asked, "I honestly thought Eli wouldn't find any other friends beside me. That little rascal really surprised me."

"Eli is kind though and he's on the path to change for the better..!" Sally said, not appreciating the way you're talking about Eli.

"Of course." you chuckled. "Hope he isn't doing anything bad. After all, he promised."

"Well... We're currently working on it..." she sweatdropped.

"How old are you all?"

"Fifteen."

"Then I'm older than you by one year. Better start calling me noona."

"Noona!"

"It was a joke."

A little smile grew in Warren's lips as he saw Sally conversing with you, enjoying the sight of her eyes lighting up just because of you before returning to his food again. "You have it all over you. Let me help you..." Warren heard Heather's little giggle as she took a napkin to help Eli wiping away the sauce that he had all over his mouth. He blinked, watching how Eli nodded slowly with his head, his eyes concentrated at the sight infront of him.

"You're cute." you complimented Sally, leaning your cheek against your fist and watching how red she got.

"Obviously I am!" she swept the hair back serveral times.

"Mhm, of course." it was nice to see someone full of emotions, a stark contrast to your own nature. From the corner of the eye you could see someone staring and as your eyes averted from Sally, you met gazes with Eli who was already done with his food. "You want more?" you questioned, standing up straight again and ready to serve him another portion.

"Please..." Eli shyly nodded at your smile, sinking his head a bit. Yet his eyes never left your figure, attentively following your every move while also admiring you from the place he was standing, his cheeks slowly painted itself a rosy red. The others — girl beside him long forgotten as he was blessed by your comforting presence, bewitching smile and addicting laugh.

Heather's hand lowered itself as she watched how shy he got around you, a little frown visible on her face before she continued to eat her portion of food. Oh. She could always recognize those eyes. The look of love.

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — I'm not sure if I like heather chat cuz bro wdym she was freaky with eli one night even though he lacked BASIC EDUCATION. no shame guys, so idk if I like or dislike her... BTW DOUBLE UPDATE BEFORE I DISAPPEAR AGAIN!

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Cat Stan, but: Nikola gets sick and Ford panics because the cat is getting worse every day and none of them know what it is. In desperation he tries to undo curses and ends up with Stanley

But plot: Nikola was never really sick, Stanley was just very depressed

Thats so silly but also so sad.

Stan's morose, its the day after Ford vented his worry by being angry and convincing himself Stan's fine, and Stan just. Doesn't want to do it. Pretend to be a cat or try to be a person. Just slumps in a lump, barely eats, doesn't sleep with Ford, lays in the sun and tries to sleep the heart ache away.

Fords notices his cat isn't acting as he normally does, and well. He's a doctor! He'll just figure out whats wrong with Nikola, fix him right up :)

Then fails to do so. Gets pressured to take him to the vet, and they can't find anything wrong with him besides being very sad. Gives Ford a list of things to try and boost Nikola's mood, and Ford goes all out. Makes little cozy corners for Nikola to feel comfortable, goes extra hard on making scheduled play time, meals, bed time, tries to get Nikola engaged anything to help his little buddy get back to being himself :)

None of it works. It actually makes everything worse, Stan feels more appreciated as a cat than as a person. Just curls up in a ball in one of the cozy corners and lays there, depressed that Ford put more effort into his sad cat then worrying about his missing brother.

Time to up the worry on that cat. Ford's turning to magic to solve his problems. Discovers, to his dismay, that Nikola is cursed! His poor cat! Stan's not really paying attention, too slumped in his own feelings to care about what Fords shouting at everyone else in triumph. Gets hoisted into the air, Ford says a bunch of stuff and then-

Stans staring at everyone, human and back to being himself, everyone frozen in shock.

Lots of shouting by Ford, then shame as he realizes Stan heard him ranting and the reason Nikola's been so depressed is because he was Stan and heard Ford say all that stuff about him. Is sorta discombobulated and smad about it, gruffly saying how Ford shouldn't feel so bad, after all Stan's a selfish jerk who doesn't care about anyone, why should Ford be upset about Stan hearing all his thoughts and opinions or whatever. He'll just take his keys and get out of everyone's hair, see ya never.

Doesn't care to hear Fords sputtered apologies, or whatever. Ford obviously doesn't care and Stan's wasting his time sticking around trying to make him.

The only reason Stan doesn't storm out then and there is because he still can't walk, too used to going on all fours. Just slumps on the ground or the couch, glaring at the wall while Ford desperately tries to figure out his feelings fast or lose his brother forever. Yes he said that but he didn't really mean it but he did because it was the only reason he could rationalize Stan never reaching out or talking to him again, but he loves Stan and couldn't visualize a world where Stan was in any kind of danger so he must have done it by choice and Fords angry because if he wasn't he'd be sad and he can't be because Stan's the one who messed up, Ford shouldn't feel so miserable from the separation. So he made himself angry because anger is easier and helps hide the pain. And he just wanted to vent to make himself angrier so he could shove his worry down because worry just makes him sad and he doesn't want to be sad he wanted to focus on his work and-

Except he doesn't have the words so he's just sputtering there while Fiddleford and Carla glare at him and Stan tries to become the floor or stand so he can get his legs working.

[thepunkmuppet]

the possible future of the hatchetfield series: hatchetfield halloween party livestream full rundown

again apologies if someone has already done something like this, but I’m procrastinating doing my coursework and just want to talk about hatchetfield I want everyone to be aware of this exciting stuff that was announced in the stream so here you go:

the next starkid musical to be released will not be in the hatchetfield universe.

the guy who didn’t like musicals will soon be ready to license.

nightmare time 3 was originally planned to be released in the same year as nightmare time 2 and will wrap up the overarching nightmare time stories (which seem to be miss holloway and the foster sisters respectively).

if they did a fourth hatchetfield musical, it would be about miss holloway and her backstory. it is already written. I am very very extremely normal about this fact 😃

there is a possibility of a hatchetfield movie, and workin’ boys was sort of a test for this concept. it would be a slasher murder mystery centering around the hatchetfield community players (zoey chambers and the cast of workin’ girls, possibly also with ruth, hidgens, alice and any other theatre-oriented characters but that part’s just my speculation). the transcription of the teaser description can be found below the nmt descriptions.

ok so here are the transcriptions of the nmt3 episode descriptions:

Story #1: Bottle Imps

Bill Woodward has been chosen to test CCRP’s latest and greatest product; Bottle Imps. These reality-bending buddies will bring their owner the one thing they desire most. When his new imp, Lovely, leads him to his soulmate, Bill decides to use his magical companion to play matchmaker. But to help Charlotte find the man of her dreams, Bill will have to bend the Imp’s rules. Rules he’s been warned, must never be broken…

Story #2: Frankenruth

Desperate to see a naked body, Ruth Fleming and Richie Lipschitz volunteer at the morgue of St. Damien’s Hospital. Their terrible plan becomes exponentially more terrible, when they become unwitting subjects in the experiments of the body-snatching madman, Doctor Laszlo, who claims to have conquered death itself. If Hatchetfield thought Ruth was bad before, then they will cower before the unspeakable horror of… Frankenruth!

Story #3: Becky Barnes Climbed a Tree

Becky Barnes is on top of the world! Not in a literal sense, of course. She’s deathly afraid of heights. After years of struggle, Becky’s life is finally everything she dreamed it would be. She’s engaged to her high school sweetheart, Tom Houston, and the two have a surprise baby on the way! But, as the couple prepare for the arrival of baby Marie, a shadow from Becky’s past returns to haunt them.

Story #4: Devil’s Night

Tim Houston has a crush. Unfortunately, it’s on his older, mature and totally cool babysitter, Grace Chasity, who he fears will never see him as anything but a snot-nosed little kid. But when a devilish maniac with murderous designs on Grace attacks Hatchetfield the night before Halloween, Tim must protect his beloved, or join the killer’s growing body count. It’s another slashing adventure on the night HE came home… Devil’s Night.

Story #5: (long special episode) Miss Holloween

It’s Halloween in Hatchetfield once again, and Miss Holloway is celebrating the same way she’s done for decades, staving off the horrors that go bump in the night. But when Duke gives her an invitation to his wedding, the dejected Miss Holloway begins to chafe under the terms of a contract forged many years ago. She strikes a new bargain, but unfortunately her creditors are known for their tricks, not treats. Just as Miss Holloway gives up her powers in exchange for a mortal life, a monstrous new threat rears its ugly head. As All Hallows Eve descends, and all Hell breaks loose, Miss Holloway must save the town or die trying… for real this time.

Story #6: (long special episode / season finale) Orb Weaver

Lex Foster had a life once. A home. A boyfriend. Now there is only the road, and her sister, and the fear of the men who are hunting them. As Hannah Foster watched Lex sink deeper into despair, she is certain of only three things: Webby is gone. She cannot help them. They are alone. Elsewhere, an old soldier awakens from a catatonic state. Returned from some unimaginable Hell with a mission. He knows that somewhere, two magical girls require immediate evac… then maybe some coffee.

very important: if you want nightmare time 3, WATCH NIGHTMARE TIME 2. BUY A TICKET TO THE LIVESTREAM. SHOW THAT THERE IS LOVE AND DEMAND AND IT’S WORTH THEIR TIME AND MONEY I AM BEGGING YOU

hatchetfield movie: Cast Party Massacre

The Hatchetfield Community Players. You will never find a cattier troupe of two-faced thespians. But when the blood begins to flow at their latest show’s cast party, they must consider: is there a secret murderer in their midst? And more importantly, who amongst them is a good enough actor to pull off such a performance? Can they set aside their petty squabbles and tangled romances, or is it curtains for this ensemble? Who will survive… the Cast Party Massacre!