#i can imagine him being breathless and in disbelief

[borathae]

ogc!Kook, the type of guy who, after every. single. blowjob, acts as if it was THE BEST blowie she ever gave him

[gay-dorito-dust]

hiiii!!! im not too sure if requests are open, if they arent please just ignore this!!!!! i really really loveeeee the way u write angst!😭✌️ could i please request blade, dr ratio, aventurine and sunday reacting to finding their loved one on the floor barely alive? UGHHHH I IMAGINE THE SHOCK AND FEAR AND BREATHLESSNESS aqhjddkkxnsk

thank u smmm!!!!!😭🩷🩷

Aventurine

Didn’t think it was possible to physically feel his heart being ripped from his chest anymore then it already had, until he spotted your bruised and barely conscious body lying on the floor in a way that made his blood become ice cold.

‘No.’ He whispered to himself in disbelief as a tight feeling blossomed within his chest. It felt as though he was being painfully constricted or squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, a feeling that only grew worse with every step he made towards you until he was finding it hard to breathe.

‘No.’ Aventurine whispers again, not wanting to think of anything that he was seeing before him as real but more of a realistic nightmare. ‘Please don’t take them away from me, I’ll have nobody left.’ He pleads as he drops to his knees and struggled with unsteady hands to pull your body towards him and holding you tightly in his arms as he rests his head against your chest, desperate and hopeful of hearing your heart beat as proof that you were alive.

‘Haven’t you taken enough from me!!?’ Aventurine screamed at the top of his lungs, staring up at the ceiling as though the Aeons would hear the rage, the heartbreak and the pain within his voice. ‘Haven’t I suffered enough by your hand?! You have taken everything and everyone I have ever loved and now you think you can take from me again just because you feel like it!?!’ He continued to scream, letting everything he’s kept inside out as rivers of tears streamed down his cheeks, blurring his vision of you as he looked down at you as he felt his soul cry out for yours.

Everything within Aventurine was hurting and it was hurting like hell but that didn’t loosen his hold on you one bit, if anything it made him tighten it, almost as though he was the only thing stopping the deities from claiming your soul as theirs. Aventurine would fight them to keep you if he must and he didn’t care what the consequences of doing this would be, his left hand was more unsteady then ever as it desperately grasped for your hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing; letting out a whimper when he didn’t feel you squeeze his hand back like you always did to reassure him that you were not going anywhere.

‘Please.’ Aventurine begged as he pressed his forehead against your own, not wanting to walk through this life if the one person who stood by his side wasn’t going to be there. ‘Don’t take them away from me, not now, I don’t want to be alone anymore.’

Sunday

He’s seething and seeing red.

He’s unable to contain his anger as he rushed to your side, clasping your hand tightly between his own, as though he could transfer some of his strength to you in hopes it would allow him to look in your pretty eyes again.

‘My love, I beg of you, tell me who did this to you.’ He pleads as could only watch your body with a sense of hopelessness and desperation for a sign. ‘Tell me who did this to you and I shall make them pay tenfold.’ He adds as his anger became harder and harder for him to conceal, how could he possibly keep his composure when you had been attacked because of your ties to him? Someone was out to get him but did so through underhanded means rather than direct confrontation and for that Sunday couldn’t help but think of a multitude of ways to capture this cowardly assailant for harming you.

When you did not answer him Sunday felt parts of his sanity begin to slip away as his breath hitched in his throat and his hands tightened on yours. ‘My love I beg of you to stay with me, for I cannot loose you now nor ever, I forbid you from leaving me this way. I cannot breathe without you, I cannot smile without you, for you are my lifeline in every sense of the word.’ He says as he felt the colour in his life begging to fade from view and become monochrome.

You were the colour in his life, you always have been, and without you he couldn’t see the beauty nor value in anything anymore as you were the most valuable thing to him. Sunday felt himself grow cold with every second they passed where you didn’t do anything to tell him that you were okay, all reason had left him as revenge took it’s place and almost as though a switch had been flipped within his head, Sunday stopped crying as his face became a blank slate.

‘I’ll keep you safe my beloved.’ He said as he lifted you in his arms. ‘You’ll never have to worry about anything else ever again once I bring back the person who did this to you at your feet, pleading for mercy and to spare their pathetic life.’ He then presses a kiss to your forehead as he looked ahead with a pair of dead, unfeeling eyes. ‘I promise this to you and so much more, just you wait my heart, I shall gaze upon your eyes soon enough.’

Ratio

He kind of internally shuts down upon seeing you laying on the floor, barely alive.

He stands there for prolonged periods of time not saying anything but it was clear within his eyes that Veritas was struggling to comprehend the situation before him in a logical manner.

Everything was quiet as though someone had just removed all sound out of the room and all he could focus on was the fact that you were barely moving, barely breathing but the expression on your face made it seem as though you were in a peaceful slumber. Veritas would soon snap himself out of his own mind and made his way towards you before kneeling by your side, he then placed two fingers to the pulse point in your neck and letting out a uneven sigh when he felt your pulse beat softly against his fingertips.

He hasn’t even noticed that he had been crying until he felt something wet hit his clothed thigh and reached up to touch his cheeks that were wet with the trail his tears had left. Nothing felt real yet everything was becoming too much for the scholar as felt himself actively trying to disassociate from everything as a way of dealing with the possibility of you dying.

His body is wracked with fear of an uncertain future as he kept his fingers glued to your pulse as a way as to ground himself in the reality that you were still alive despite what your current state looked like. He remained by your side silently, not a single word left his lips as he remembered your last conversation, it wasn’t pretty and a few unsavoury words were exchanged before you left his office with a heavy heart.

Veritas felt partially guilty for your current state even though everyone knew he had no part in it but he felt guilty regardless for how things were left between you two. He regretted not apologising for his blunt words and harsh criticism earlier, and now he had to deal with the horrible idea that that could’ve been your last ever conversation you had with him, along with the idea that you thought he might’ve hated you as you were left alone in a empty room after having been attacked in what you believed were your final moments.

Something of which that wasn’t true at all, Veritas loved you dearly and held you close to his heart whenever you were apart, finding himself longing to come back to your side and fall asleep together within the comfort of each others arms. However that didn’t mean much when he could barely hold you without touching a wound by accident and keeping his hands to himself for the rest of the day in fear of hurting you further.

Veritas had never felt such raw fear in his life until you were almost taken from him and on such negativity terms too. Something he wishes to never experience ever again.

Blade

Death refused to claim him and so it decided to try and stake its claim over you -the one person whom Blade cared deeply for -which didn’t sit right with Blade as he wordlessly held you in his arms, his jaw clenching at the sound of your pained whimpers.

‘Death won’t have you,’ he began, ‘I won’t allow it to because if it refuses to give me what I have been long since owed, then I will keep you from its clutches for as long as I can until it submits to our whims.’ Blade then kisses your forehead. ‘I will not let it claim you when you have so much to do, whereas I on the other hand, have nothing left ahead of me.’

Blade hated seeing you hurt but this only made him want to hunt down whoever did this to you and make them pay with their life, but he knew he couldn’t leave you on the assumption that they might come back and finish you off when he turned his back, so he stays by your side like a guard dog with his hand at the hilt of his sword constantly as he awaited for help.

Blade never thought he’d find himself in a situation where he wished death didn’t come, especially when that person was you because you were his guiding light, his only love and he would do anything to keep you safe and protected from all harm that came your way; even if that meant denying death to have your soul.

In comparison to him, you had so much more to offer and so much to accomplish in life, and Blade knew he would never forgive himself if he were to let you die before you even saw the fruit of your labour with your own two eyes. He wanted you to reach the stars and see that all your work wasn’t for nothing and then see you reach heights that he could only dream of touching.

He didn’t care what happened to him, he could heal as fast as he was hurt but you, you couldn’t heal like he could and the wounds that littered your body would become scars, scars that would look similar to his own that reminded you of what you had survived by the skin of your teeth. Blade didn’t want to loose you to something he could’ve easily prevented from happening, he felt as though he had failed you and for that he couldn’t forgive himself for what happened to you, calling it a mishap on his behalf in ever leaving you unguarded.

So now he stayed close to you, hand at the hilt of his sword, tempting fate to try and take you away from him again.

[dee-writes-anime]

Hello ! How you doing ?

I noticed that your requests are open, so i'm gonna yap about my favorite Winged Hero: Keigo !

I always think about reader being in a relationship with Hawks, but she feels like she doesn't really belong with him. He is famous, popular and very loved by his fans, meanwhile she likes to live a calm life, only talking and getting involved if someone reaches for her first.

Reader intends to break up with him, but his bird brain got a different message about it: he thinks she just needs more attention and more courting gifts.

So now reader has a collection of shiny rocks, lots of scented blankets and shirts, and a nonstop whistling Keigo around her.

I just really love the idea of Hawks tagging himself as a No refund Partner 🤭

(Feel free to ignore this, if you don't like it. Sending you lots of love, your writting is amazing 🥰)

No Refunds!

FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami i x Reader

SUMMARY You fear that Keigo's fast-paced life is too much for you and try to take a step back, but it doesn't seem to work out that well for you. It's just too bad Keigo doesn't believe in refunds.

CONTENT WARNINGS quiet reader, hawks being a literal bird

AUTHORS NOTE hope you all enjoy more of our feather-winged hero because, based on these requests, y'all can't seem to get enough of him!

You’d imagined this moment for weeks—a careful plan to untangle yourself from the wings of a man who seemed to live a world apart from your own. Keigo’s life was a loud one, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights, bright interviews, fans hanging on his every word and movement. You couldn’t shake the feeling that he belonged somewhere out there, in the heart of the storm, while you were left holding onto calmness, craving quiet.

So you’d practiced your words, rehearsed in the mirror, hoping to explain it gently: Keigo, you’re amazing, but I don’t fit into this life. You deserve someone who can keep up, who thrives under a spotlight.

But as you sat across from him in the dimly lit corner of your apartment, watching him devour his meal with an unshakable confidence, all those carefully chosen phrases began to slip away. The man was impossible to ignore, so vividly alive in his unbridled energy, his mouth curling into a familiar, teasing grin every time he caught you looking. It was like trying to capture a gust of wind in your hand—the moment you thought you had him pinned, he shifted, always a step ahead, eyes twinkling with that irreverent humor that made your heart ache.

“Keigo, I just…” you began, feeling your courage falter under his steady gaze. He didn’t miss a beat, his fork pausing in midair as he gave you his full attention.

“Go on,” he said, his voice low but attentive, his eyes narrowing with a glint of curiosity that warned you he wasn’t going to let anything slide by unnoticed.

You took a breath, trying to anchor yourself. “I just… sometimes I feel like I don’t really belong in your world,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

The words hung in the air, and Keigo stared at you, unblinking, as if you’d just told him something in a language he didn’t quite understand. After a moment, he let out a soft chuckle, eyes shining with that familiar, playful disbelief. “You? Not belong with me?” He shook his head, leaning back in his seat with that cocky, amused grin that somehow melted the tension in the room. “I don’t buy that, not for a second.”

Your heart twisted painfully, but before you could explain, he shifted closer, closing the space between you with the effortless grace of a hawk zeroing in on its mark. He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your cheeks warm, a hint of softness underlying his typically mischievous gaze.

“Listen,” he said, his voice a soft murmur, “if you’re worried about keeping up with me, don’t be. You ground me, you know? Not everything has to be about the spotlight.” He leaned in, and his thumb brushed your cheek, a gentle, fleeting touch that left you breathless. “You’re my calm in all the chaos, you know that?”

Your resolve wavered, and all you could manage was a quiet nod before he kissed your cheek, lingering just long enough to leave a warmth behind. As he left that night, your mind kept replaying that look in his eyes—a flicker of vulnerability that felt strangely out of place on him.

The next morning, you woke to find something glinting on your bedside table. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and there it was—a smooth, shining rock, no larger than your thumb, with flecks of gold swirling through its charcoal-gray surface. You reached for it slowly, as if it might vanish at any moment, the unexpected gift settling warm and solid in your palm.

A small folded note rested beside it, scrawled with Keigo’s messy handwriting: Something pretty, just like you! – K

You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up, though it came with a pang of sadness. So this was his response? He wasn’t angry or upset; instead, he left a little piece of beauty for you, something that made you feel strangely… cherished. As if he was whispering, See? You’re part of my world. I want you here.

If only he left it at that..

The next morning, as you opened your front door, you found a Hawks-branded bag stuffed with the coziest-looking items imaginable. Luxurious blankets, soft enough to melt in your fingers, with colors that reminded you of his wings—deep crimsons and warm golden yellows. There was a plush feather-shaped pillow tucked inside, soft and inviting, as if he’d tried to bottle the feeling of his own feathers just for you.

Another note, taped to the top of the bag: For when you want a cozy night in, courtesy of your favorite Winged Hero.

In a daze, you pulled the pillow out, feeling the way it seemed to form to your touch, soft and strangely comforting, like you were holding a part of him in your hands. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, though it was tinged with disbelief. Hawks, your Keigo, was attempting to make your space his nest—one soft corner at a time.

You weren’t sure what to think. The gifts kept coming, like waves lapping persistently at the shore, never once relenting. Soon, you had a growing collection of glimmering stones, each unique in color, shape, and size. Some had ribbons tied around them, others were polished to a glassy sheen. By the end of the week, you could open your own boutique: Hawks’ Feathered Finds.

It was almost funny, in a way, how Keigo’s gift ideas seemed to expand. If the shiny stones weren’t enough to convince you of his commitment, the silky blankets and cozy pillows that soon followed would certainly drive the point home.

But as much as the blankets were a nice touch, that wasn’t enough either. No, Keigo’s gifts evolved in a way you hadn’t anticipated. Not satisfied with just leaving inanimate reminders of himself, he began to bring his own shirts, freshly washed and scented with that clean, faintly spicy cologne that was unmistakably his. Each time he left one, it felt like he was marking his presence all over again. When you came home one day to find three different button-ups hanging over your chair, neatly folded with another note—“So you won’t miss me too much”—you realized how completely he’d misunderstood your meaning.

And it didn’t stop there.

You started hearing bird calls, from sharp whistles to melodic chirrups, each one distinct and practiced. They’d come at random times during your day, clear and unmistakable, carrying across rooftops or echoing down quiet streets. Keigo would appear out of nowhere with a casual “Hey,” as if he hadn’t just called you over like a sparrow to its nest. Once, you looked out the window and spotted him standing on the rooftop opposite yours, watching you with that familiar spark of mischief in his eyes as he gave a gentle coo that made your cheeks flush.

Then there was the food. Keigo made it a habit to bring takeout on the evenings he knew you were working late, showing up with your favorite dishes and a grin that always promised a good story to go along with them. He’d kick off his shoes like he’d lived there forever, settling in as if he belonged, yet somehow always a little hesitant. You could tell he was waiting, looking at you as if searching for any sign that his gifts were having an effect.

Finally, one evening after he’d tucked a particularly soft blanket around you with all the precision of a nesting bird, you couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly are you doing, Keigo?”

He looked up from where he’d just finished arranging the folds of the blanket on your couch, his feathers twitching at your question. “What do you mean?” he asked, his amber eyes wide with feigned innocence.

“Keigo…” you said, trying to hold back a laugh as you gestured around your apartment, now cluttered with glistening stones, colorful feathers, and shirts that still carried his scent. “You’re… making a nest in my apartment.”

His wings fluttered, a small chuckle escaping as he scratched the back of his head. “Guess you could call it that.” He crossed over to where you sat, his gaze growing softer. “But I’m just making sure you know you’re not going anywhere.”

You shook your head, equal parts amused and bewildered. “I… I don’t think that’s how it works.”

Undeterred, Keigo leaned in, his head tilting down just slightly so his eyes met yours, the mischief in them mingling with something warmer, something that pulled at your heart. “Maybe not,” he murmured, his tone more serious than you’d ever heard. “But I don’t give up that easily. You don’t just get to decide you’re going to leave, y’know?”

A small pang tightened in your chest. How could someone like him, someone whose life glittered with fame and thrill, expect to keep someone like you by his side? Yet, looking into his eyes, you saw something deeper, even a little vulnerable, as his thumb traced soft circles over your hand.

“Keigo… I’m not…” you began, trying to find the words. “I just… sometimes I feel like I’m not cut out for this, like I don’t belong in this world of yours.”

He watched you for a long moment, his gaze gentle but unwavering. “Sweetheart,” he said softly, his wings rustling, “you’re not holding me back. You’re the calm in my storm. And I’m not about to let that slip away.” His hand tightened around yours just slightly. “Besides, I never heard any rule about ‘no refunds’ not applying to relationships. So guess what? You’re stuck with me.”

You looked around, taking in the stones, the blankets, the shirts—this strange, feathered haven he’d created around you, like a nest meant just for the two of you. You hadn’t realized you’d been dating an actual bird until now, and it hit you with a surprising warmth, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, you did belong here after all.

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@surielstea

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers attempting to seduce an asexual reader. (Written for my asexual viewers).

Notes: This is meant to be purely humorous and fun. I wrote it for my asexual viewers in the hopes that I can put a smile on their faces. All the love in the world to you, my dears! 💜🤍🖤

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Albert Wesker

After killing two survivors in the trial, Wesker took his time unbuttoning his shirt. Then he slid off his glasses and ruffled his hair- something he never did unless it was for someone very special.

Ever since he had arrived here, countless people had tried getting into his pants. He was used to it, honestly. And while the attention felt good, he wasn't interested in anyone else. No.

He was interested in 'you'.

Anticipating your arrival at a generator, Wesker casually leaned against the hill and posed, showing off his smooth, veiny muscles and glistening abs. His sleeves were rolled up, showing off the divine luxury of his biceps.

Oh yes, (y/n), look at him. Take it all in. Stare at the wondrous array of his beauty, his irresistible essence. There was no way you could resist him, no one could. Any second and you would either come running, or he would catch you staring at him like a red faced fish.

Grinning big in confidence, Wesker was midway through running his hand through his hair when he turned to see what your reaction was. He expected you to be excited, flustered and breathless, but instead...

You were rummaging through a chest, your side to him and your attention completely focused on the task at hand.

Ok, umm... What!?

Wesker pushed himself away from the hill. You were searching a chest? What? Why? What was so bloody important about 'that'? You should be paying attention to him.

Unable to believe it, Wesker watched as you proudly lifted up a flashlight that you clicked multiple times before standing up and tossing your old toolbox at the poor chest. Then you turned around and skipped away without a care in the world.

In the abyss, Wesker was left frustrated, humiliated and determined. Don't think that this was over with, (y/n), because it's not. Wesker isn't a man who likes to give up.

He'd have your attention eventually.

Herman Carter

He unlatches his mouth and head restraints and sheds his torn lab coat. His eyes glow a light pink as he unfastens his belt, untucks his shirt and purposely rips certain areas of his clothes thus leaving more lush, gorgeous skin to shine through.

They say that you were hard to get, But Herman liked to believe otherwise. Being one of the most popular people in the realm, his fame made him confident and certain of himself. If he wanted someone's attention, then he would get it.

Casually swinging his weapon around while guarding his perimeter, Herman kept an eye out for you. Any second and you should be returning to finish the generator.

When he finally saw you approach, he stretched, one arm moving behind his head to show off the gorgeous curve of his back and his strong muscles. His bare arms crackled with teasing electricity as he stroked his body, his fingers tugging at holes in his clothes and exposing the exciting view from within.

That's it, (y/n), look at him. Don't be shy. Bask in his charm and handsome, good looks. Stare at the way his muscles moved. Watch his strong thighs flex and let your imagination run wild. Yes.

Chancing a look in your direction, Herman expected to see you flustered, intimidated or frozen in awe, but instead...

You were talking to a crow.

Herman nearly dropped his weapon.

Are you joking him right now?

You were talking to a crow. Literally. You were kneeling down with a stick in your hand in which you tried to use to serenade the crow. Your back was to him and you were completely submerged in your essential conversation.

What on earth? Herman sighed in disbelief and frustration. Why were you talking to a crow? Were you mad? Look at him! He was practically famous- not to mention extraordinarily good looking. You shouldn't be paying attention to no crow.

Seeing as how he wasn't going to get your attention today, Herman sighed and walked away. You were certainly unique, but that only made him want you more.

Soon, (y/n). Very, very soon.

Frank Morrison

He was almost shaking with excitement as he took off his jacket and shirt. Today was the day. Today was the day that he finally got a rise out of you, and he would be the first. Everyone says you're unresponsive to this kind of act, but he begged to differ.

You just haven't got to see him in action yet is all.

Going so far as to unzip his pants, Frank then took his mask off and leaned against the rumbling generator. His plan was in motion. All he needed was to wait for you and everything would fall into place exactly how he wanted it to.

When he saw you come into view, Frank leaned back against the generator, stretching his arms and legs and glancing in your direction.

Go on, (y/n), look at him. Take it all in. Witness his exposed body and come undone. If you're good, he might even help you with all those flustered emotions. All you had to do was ask nicely.

Glancing in your direction, Frank catches you looking at him and he grins maliciously. Yes. That's it. He looks at you further, his body turning towards you as he gets ready to gesture you forward. Be good now, (y/n).

After a few seconds of staring at him though, something else caught your attention, and suddenly you were jogging off to a set of pillars nearby.

"Hey," Frank immediately protested as he pushed himself away from the generator. Where were you going?

Following you a bit, Frank's hands flew up in complete and utter disbelief.

A totem? You were cleansing a dull totem? Are you serious right now? What the heck!

Frank was utterly baffled. All of his hard work, and you barely even noticed him. Did you even have any kind of reaction at all? And what the hell was so great about a totem???

For a minute, Frank watched as you cleansed the totem and began searching the area for more, not a second glance given to him or the generator. Growling in frustration, Frank kicked the ground and wandered back to his stripped clothes.

They really weren't joking when they said you were unresponsive. Well, Frank wasn't joking either. He would get your attention one day, and he can guarantee that.

Evan MacMillan

He had worn his apron and jeans specifically for you. After he killed off at least two survivors, he shedded his apron thus leaving his upper body bare. Taking off his mask came next, and then he sat on a crate, patiently waiting for you to come around.

Most people love seeing him show off his strength, which is what he planned to do with you. If he could lure you in enough, then he would intimidate you, steal the words right out of your stuttering mouth and tell you what he knew you wanted deep, deep down.

Feeling himself burn with excitement, Evan nearly stood up too fast when he saw you come into view. Turning around, he kicked the generator, putting his muscles and strength on display. Then he grabbed a trap and kneeled down to set it, the air tickling his exposed crack.

Evan knew that he had a good body, and he wanted you to look at it. Look at it and imagine all the things it could do to you. Think about his strong thighs and thick waist. Think about his rough, calloused hands and fingers. Take it all in and imagine the possibilities.

Planning on playing the victim to your staring, Evan turned his head back, fully prepared to see you gawking at him. But instead...

You were looting David's belongings in which he had left after dying on a hook.

What in God's name?

Evan stood up, confused and somewhat irritated. Had you not noticed him? He growled, watching as you tossed out unimportant tools from a toolbox, completely focused on your own tasks.

You gotta be kidding him. This is what you were interested in instead of him? A toolbox? Really?

Crossing his arms, Evan sighed. He wasn't mad. He knew they had said that you were hard to get. Sure, he hadn't imagined you being quite this clueless, but still. It was strange.

Evan watched as you got your tools collected and skittered off in a different direction, and he shook his head in amusement. One of these days he was going to get a reaction from you. Just you wait.

Ji-woon Hak

They say you can't be seduced? Well, Ji-woon would like to prove otherwise. After all, who can resist the practical God of good looks? No one!

Wearing none other than his fancy swim shorts, Ji-woon was pumped with confidence and optimism. Getting your attention was going to be a piece of cake.

Waiting on top of a hill, Ji-woon waits until you come into view and then shouts to get your attention. You stop in your tracks and look at him. He smirks and takes out his throwing knives.

Facing a nearby fence, Ji-woon throws and throws his knives until he creates a heart shape in the old wood. Huffing in pride, he skillfully twirls a knife around while waiting your reaction.

You were staring at the fence, seeming to be in awe.

Ji-woon grins and strokes his hair, mumbling arrogant phrases in Korean as he begins to walk down the hill. On his way, he pushes his shorts down a bit, exposing the fine ridges of his pelvic bones. Then he trails his fingers down his sides and over his abs.

By the time he looks up to give you a wink, he sees you staring at him with a somewhat emotionless face. He smiled, ready to throw out the grand finale.

But suddenly...

Something passed by your face. It was a butterfly. A butterfly that had you gasping in delight and grinning big. Not but a few seconds after it flew by, you began chasing it.

"Eh?" Ji-woon was dumbfounded.

You. Were. Chasing. A. Butterfly?!

How could you be chasing a butterfly instead of paying attention to him? Come on. He just put on a big show for you. You should be falling to pieces in admiration and lust.

And yet you were chasing a freakin butterfly!!!

Cursing, Ji-woon covered his face and shook his head. You really were a difficult person to please. But, no matter. The more challenging the person, the more fun the possibilities.

Chuckling fondly, Ji-woon fought against chasing the butterfly with you. Instead he watched, adoring your childish nature.

Don't worry, (y/n), he wasn't giving up. One day he would steal your heart. One day...

[koyagifs]

𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓼

pairing: jongho x reader au: non idol | best friends to lovers genre: fluff word count: 548 words summary: finally having the chance to celebrate Jongho birthday, as well as giving him the best birthday gift warning(s): im a sucker for best friend to lover troupe

You glanced around the empty apartment, the silence almost palpable. The soft light filtered through the curtains, creating a warm, cozy atmosphere. You held the present tightly, a small box wrapped in bright paper adorned with a bow, feeling your excitement bubble over.

As you waited, you thought about all the little moments you’d shared with Jongho—the laughter, the late-night talks, and the way his smile could light up even the darkest days. You couldn't help but imagine his reaction when he finally returned and saw what you had for him.

The sound of keys jingling in the door made your heart race. You quickly adjusted your position, hiding the gift behind your back. When the door opened and Jongho stepped inside, his face lit up with surprise as he spotted you.

" yn?" he gasped out.

You stood up, a smile placed on your face as you held the gift in your hand.

" hi jjo- hmp"

The impact of Jongho tight hug on you as he took in your presence.

"you're actually here"

You melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth and safety that came with it. “Of course I’m here!” you said, your voice slightly muffled against his shoulder. “I wanted to surprise you.”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of disbelief and joy. " how could i miss my best friend birthday"

His smile faltered but he was quick to catch it, taking the gift from your hand. " you suck for actually missing it by the way."

You pouted, sitting back on the couch. His chuckle bouncing off the wall as he began to unwrapped your gift. Confusion struck his face as he pulled out two tickets.

" yn.."

" do you like them? If not i can retu-"

You were silenced by his lips being placed on yours. Your eyes widen from the initial shock but you slowly closed them, leaning into the kiss. The kiss was unexpected, a rush of warmth flooding through you. Jongho’s lips were soft against yours, and for a moment, everything else faded away. You felt a thrill of electricity, as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and happiness. You felt your stomach flip, your lip tingling from his touch.

You could hardly believe what had just happened. Jongho’s surprised smile made your heart race even faster, and the warmth of his blush was contagious. “Did that really just happen?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, it did,” he replied, his gaze unwavering as he searched your eyes. “wanna go again?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his playful suggestion. A smile broke across your face, and you felt a surge of warmth spread through you.Without thinking, you leaned in closer, your heartbeat quickening as you closed the distance between you.

This time, the kiss felt electric, filled with the promise of what was to come. You melted into it, feeling the world around you fade away once more. When you finally pulled back, breathless and smiling, you saw the joy in his eyes.

“I think I could get used to this.”

[blakeswritingimagines]

My Type With A Little Attitude *SMUT*

Summary: It isn't easy being needy for

Word Count: 2.6k

Arber walks casually into the hockey rink; he’s dressed in his usual practice outfit, complete with jersey and skates. He glances over at his adorable girlfriend, sitting on a bench in the bleachers. You smile at him and give him a subtle thumbs-up. Arber is standing on the ice, looking out over his teammates. He can barely disguise his smile as he watches them all laughing and joking with one another. Suddenly, he feels a hand on his shoulder. It's his girlfriend. You stand behind him, leaning in close as you whisper in his ear. "What are we doing tonight, Arber?" You lean close to him, your eyes twinkling with mischief and desire. Your voice is low and breathless as you whisper seductively. "You know what I want, Arber?" You smiled at him, a mischievous look in your eyes. You lean in closer and kiss him passionately, your arms wrapped around his waist.

Arber kisses back eagerly, his hands wrapping around your hips as he pulls you closer. The sound of his teammates laughing and jeering fades away as they disappear from his vision, replaced with the sweet and comforting scent of you. Your lips meet again and again in a fiery, passionate embrace, the sound of ice skates echoing around you both. The scent of your perfume lingers in his nose as he feels your body pressed up against his, the heat radiating from your skin. He can feel your breath on his neck, your lips brushing against his ear. "I want you, Arber," you say softly. The sound of Arber's teammates' laughter and jeering returns, broke through the intense, passionate embrace you and him were sharing. Arber pulls away from you with a sigh as he notices a few of his teammates looking at them, their eyebrows raised in disbelief. Arber can feel his face turning red with embarrassment as he hears his teammates' comments. "Hey, Arber! She's actually being sweet?" one of them shouts, laughing. Arber just shrugs it off as he looks back at you, his cheeks still flush with embarrassment.

One of Arber's teammates points a thumb at you as he chuckles "So, how come she is acting so sweet?" Another teammate laughs. "Yeah, I guess she is sweet when she wants to be!" The teammates laughed at Arber and you. You lean close to him, so close he can feel your breath on his neck again. You continue to whisper seductively in his ear, teasing him, “What would your teammates say if they knew just how sweet I could be?…” You giggle sensually, leaving him to wonder what you meant by those words. Then, you lean closer, your lips lightly grazing his neck, a whisper of temptation in your words and on your breath. "Imagine what else I can do." A feeling of nervous excitement bubbles up in Arber's belly as he imagines what you might do if you were alone. That teasing whisper, the sensuality of your breath, the touch of your lips against his skin, the thought of it all sends goosebumps of desire down his spine.

He wants to kiss you again, to feel your body pressed up against him, to wrap his arms around you, and never let go. He closes his eyes, trying to picture exactly what that might feel like again. Arber's heart pounds in his chest as he opens his eyes, his teammates still watching him curiously. Arber shivers as your warm breath dances over his neck, your voice sending shivers down his spine. His heart rate quickens at your words as if his body is responding to the heat you exude. “You’re going to get me into trouble," he says, his voice low and husky. "You know how much I want you." He closes his eyes as if dreaming of your soft lips and gentle touch. Your laugh fills his ears, sending a tingle of excitement through his body. A little more than half an hour after being interrupted by his teammates, Arber sits in the locker room with you. Arber is still red in the face from the flirting earlier, and you seem to be enjoying every second of it. You ask him, "What are you doing later tonight?" His lips part to answer her, but no words come out. He finally manages to say, "I don't know, why?" He gives you a grin, hoping his answer isn't too strange. You answer him by leaning close, and whispering playfully, "Because I want to do something naughty with you."

Arber's mind races with excitement as he hears your words. He wants so much to spend time with you, to kiss you again. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. "Yes," he whispers. "I want that too." The words fill the locker room, the tension building between you two. Arber leans in close to you, your bodies pressed together in the narrow space. You kiss him gently, lingering on his lips just long enough to give him a tantalizing taste of what's to come. As you pull away, your eyes are blazing with desire. Arber’s pulse quickens at the kiss, his ears burning with heat. Your voice is filled with a tantalizing combination of mischievousness and desire, sending shivers through his body as he imagines all the ways you could make the night one to remember. He smiles shyly, as if surprised that you could want him like this again. "I would love that," he says softly as he takes your hand and guides it to his chest, letting you feel his heartbeat. "How about tonight?" he adds. You nod eagerly, your eyes glowing with excitement.

You slowly stroke your fingers over Arber's chest, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat against your palm. You murmur into his ear, letting your voice get huskier and more sultry as you whisper, "Tonight… I want you all to myself. Let's not worry about anything else. Just you and me." You smile up at him, gently biting your lip. Arber can feel his own heartbeat quicken, his own breaths becoming shallow in anticipation of the pleasure you were promising to give him.

You kiss him deeply and passionately, your lips pressed against his for minutes on end. Arber pulls away from you only for moments before you wrap your arms around him and nuzzle against his neck, your breath light on his ear. He holds you tight, savoring every moment of the embrace, your body pressed against his. Arber can feel your heart beating against his chest, the heat from your body making him sweat. He kisses you back passionately, his hands roaming over your curves. Your lips find their way back to his mouth and pull away just enough so you can whisper, "I've been waiting all day for this." Arber feels a surge of pleasure as he hears those words from you. "I'm glad it was worth the wait for you, sweetheart." He replies with a deep voice, holding onto you tightly and never breaking the kiss even as your back hits the bed. "I've been thinking about being inside of you all day too... Fucking you until you can't walk straight anymore." Arber starts grinding against you, feeling how wet you were getting from the intense make-out session.

Arber's heart races as he feels your body pressed against his, his hands roam over your body, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his fingers, feeling like he could spend hours exploring every inch of your body. "Fuck, I'm glad you were patient with me," he says into your ear before pulling away to look at your face, "You're fucking gorgeous." He leans down and kisses you again, his tongue sliding against yours as he deepens the kiss. He can feel himself getting harder as he continues to hold onto you tightly, not wanting to let go of you even for a second. As you continue to kiss, you reach down and grab onto Arber's thick thigh, pulling it between your legs and grinding against him. You gasp into his mouth as he starts to rub against your clit, causing your body to tremble with pleasure. The sound of your wet kisses echoes through the room as Arber continues to compliment your beauty. And the scent of arousal fills the air. You whisper, "I want your cock inside of me now… Please fill me up."

You look up at him with pleading eyes as you desperately want more of him inside of you. You giggle into his ear, feeling the warmth of his breath on your neck as he starts to kiss and mark your neck. You bite your lower lip playfully while maintaining eye contact with him. Your hand reaches up and grabs onto his collar, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss further. The other hand finds its way around his waistband, undoing it slowly as you look into his eyes intensely. A small moan escapes your lips when you feel how hard he is becoming already. "You're going to love this, baby. I promise I won't disappoint." His voice is low and rough, filled with lust and desire. He can see the anticipation in your eyes as you watch him undo his pants, knowing that soon you will have his cock buried deep within your pussy. Arber quickly kicks off his pants and underwear, revealing his throbbing member to you. Arber's cock throbs at the sight of you grinding against his leg. He can see the desire in your eyes as you bite your lip, and he knows that you want him just as much as he wants you. He reaches down and grabs onto your hips, guiding them towards his throbbing member. He growls low in his throat, "Fuck, you're driving me crazy."

Your heart races faster as you see Arber's massive cock standing proudly in front of you, throbbing and ready for your pussy. You gasp in excitement, reaching out to wrap your hand around his shaft while the other still holds onto his collar. You look up at him with hungry eyes, licking your lips in anticipation as you start to stroke him slowly, running your fingers along the length of his veiny shaft. Your other hand makes quick work to guide his cock towards your entrance, preparing yourself for the impending invasion. You take a deep breath and look into his eyes one last time before saying, "I need you inside of me now." Arber's cock twitches at your words, the anticipation building up as he knows that you're about to take all of him. He watches you closely, taking note of every movement you make as you guide him towards your drooling pussy. When you finally open up for him, he thrusts forward gently, driving himself deep into your welcoming pussy. The feeling of your slick walls enveloping him sends a shockwave of pleasure through his entire body, causing him to groan loudly as he begins to fuck you relentlessly. He looks down at your face, watching intently as you take his full length into your body. "Oh god, you feel so good around my cock," he says between labored breaths,

As Arber's massive cock enters you, you let out a loud moan, feeling the stretch and burn of being filled by such a large member. You close your eyes tightly, concentrating on feeling his powerful thrusts as he starts to pound into you wildly. The sound of your flesh slapping together echoes throughout the room, mixed with the wet sounds of the lovemaking. With each deep thrust, your walls tighten around his length, squeezing and milking his throbbing shaft as you try to ride out the intense pleasure. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders, leaving marks behind as you hold onto him for dear life. The sensation of being filled with his thick meat sends shivers down your spine, causing your body to tremble with delight. Arber's balls slapped against his heavy thighs as he pounds into you with reckless abandon, the weight of his massive cock feeling incredible as it drives deep into your womb. He can't help but let out another groan, his release building up as he feels your tight walls squeezing tightly around his swollen member.

He can see the pleasure etched onto your face as your eyes roll back into your head, trying to contain your own pleasure as he fucks you mercilessly. "You feel so good around my cock, baby," he says between labored breaths, "I'm going to fill you up with my cum until you can't take anymore." Feeling Arber's powerful thrusts sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body, you let out a series of moans and whimpers as you try to ride out the intensity. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into you as you feel your own arousal building up more inside of you. You can't help but let out an occasional, "Faster… Deeper…" as you urge him on, wanting him to drive into your core even harder. The thought of being filled with his hot seed sends a shiver down your spine, making your inner muscles clench tightly around his engorged girth.

Arber's hips start to pump faster, his thick shaft hammering into you over and over again as he drives deep into your womb, feeling the warmth and slickness enveloping his swollen member. He can hear the wet slapping sounds bouncing off the walls, feeling his heavy balls swinging wildly against his thighs as he empties his load deep inside of you. He feels his climax building up as he sees the look of pure ecstasy on your face, knowing that he's about to unload his thick cum inside of your tight channel. "I'm going to fill you up with my seed, baby," he growls low in his throat. As Arber's massive cock continues to pound into your pussy, releasing wave after wave of his thick, creamy seed deep within you, you let out a series of high-pitched moans and whimpers, your body trembling with pleasure. You bite your lower lip, unable to hold back any longer as you experience the most intense orgasm of your life. The pleasure becomes almost too much to bear, causing your inner muscles to contract violently around his pulsing member.

The sounds fill the room, mixing with the wet sounds of your passionate encounter. With each powerful thrust, more of Arber's cum flows into your awaiting pussy, filling you up completely. "Ahh… I'm cumming… I'm cumming…" He pulls out of you slightly, giving him enough room to unload fully into your waiting pussy. "That's it, baby," he growls low in his throat, "Let me fill you up with everything I've got." You sit next to Arber with a content smile on your face as you both pant heavily. Your bodies are intertwined, your legs draped over his as he kisses your neck lightly, his fingers tangled in your hair. You breathe in his scent, your hands running up and down his back. Arber's breathing slowly calms as he holds you close in the aftermath of everything. You nuzzle close to him and stroke his hair, your eyes gently closing as you settle into his embrace. You whisper softly, "I want us to be together always," your voice is soft and silky, like velvet.

Arber smiles as he holds you close. The world outside your love nest feels far away as if nothing else that matters exists outside the intimate embrace, Arber's heart leaps at the sound of your words, he's never felt so sure of anything in his life. You lie silent for a while, content in one another's company, your breaths gradually steadying as you melt into each other's embrace. "We can be," he whispers.

[copias-girl]

I'm very touch starved lately and I have a dumb fetish so I wanna know: how do you imagine Copia reacts to his s/o putting their head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat? I HC that he likes it but he also gets nervous and blushy and his heart starts beating fast. Sorry if it sounds too weird, btw I love your writing <3

Omg are you the heartbeat anon from the other ask?? 🥰♥︎

Ugh this is just SO CUTE!!! I love this idea!! And it’s not a dumb fetish, I actually find this super romantic and I know I’m gonna be thinking about this a lot ♥︎

COPIA HEARTBEAT KINK HC UNDER THE CUT LETS GOOO 🫀

♥︎🖤♥︎🖤♥︎🖤♥︎ <- I made it look like a heartbeat 🥰

Poor Copia is SO flustered. You have him shirtless, which already makes his nerves light up with self-conscious anxiousness. Your head is resting on his chest, affectionately nuzzling your cheek against him. It’s paradise, but he’s so nervous. So flustered. Getting so flushed and hot. He knows that you can hear and feel the way his heart begins pounding and skipping beats when you’re this close to him. He just can’t help it, he can’t help the effect you have on him. Oh, but to make matters worse, you begin placing gentle little kisses onto his bare chest, and his heart only pounds harder harder harder, so hard that he can hear the blood rushing in his ears. It’s going so fast, surely if he were wearing some sort of smart watch, it would be giving him an emergency warning by now. His hammering heartbeat is almost taking his breath away with how it slams against his ribcage, and you only smirk up at him coyly as you listen intently, your fingertips dancing along his flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin and a needy whine to tumble from his lips.

“You’re so pretty, Copia. I adore the sound of your heart.” You softly murmur, and he can hardly hear you over the deafening sound of his heartbeat.

“W-what?” He stammers nervously, in disbelief at your compliment. It feels as though his heart is going to beat right out of his chest at this point, dizzy from your words of praise, stars painting the edges of his vision from the alacrity of his racing pulse.

“I said you’re pretty, Co-Co. You’re just so pretty. Your heartbeat is so pretty. Everything about you is so pretty. And you’re mine.” You tell him, feeling the way his heart stutters, palpitating in his chest as he lets out a whine, whispering a string of desperate little thank-yous. Yes yes yes, your words are pure ecstasy. He wants to be all yours so badly. He wants you to keep him and never let him go.

You relish in the feeling of the rapid thumpthumpthumpthump against your cheek, you can literally hear his blood being pumped from atrium to ventricle. He’s so vulnerable like this, and you’re grateful to be the one he allows close enough to do this. Copia’s heartbeat is a clear window into what he feels for you. You can feel his deep love for you with every strong pound, you can feel his shy nervousness with every fluttery palpitation that leaves him breathless. You can read him so well, just by listening to his beautiful heartbeat. It’s so incredibly him, so distinctly Copia, you could recognize it anywhere.

You both love the sheer intimacy of these moments, so you often spend days in bed like this, flustering your poor sweet man and showering him with all the affection he deserves. All while listening to the intoxicating sound of his heart, riling him up with your coquettish teases, seeing how fast you can make it go without giving him a heart attack.

Some people like listening to ocean waves, others enjoy the sounds of birdsong. But you, your favourite sound in the world is Copia’s heartbeat. Because you know it beats only for you. ♥︎

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A/N: This was my first time writing super in-depth about heartbeats so I hope I did the heartbeat kink community justice!! I really loved writing about this ♥︎

[paladin--strait]

Can you please write a timo meier imagine about timo and reader being in a relationship, timo is away for a game, and reader who lives in San Jose, is ice skating with her buddies at Sharks Ice. for a family friend's child's birthday party, Sharkie the mascot was there, and reader's phone, which is in her bag on the bench keeps going off, which is timo calling her multiple times and one of her guy friends, who is sitting on the bench answers it as the music is very loud, which makes it difficult to get her attention as she is on the ice and timo is like "who are you and why are answering her phone", reader's attention is finally caught and she gets off the ice and has to explain to timo that he had already met her guy friend. Add whatever you want to it

i hope you like it! thank you for your request and as always, let me know if i need to change anything! 😘

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it was a bright saturday afternoon at sharks ice, and the laughter of kids filled the rink as i skated with my friends at a family friend’s birthday party. sharkie, the sharks mascot, was doing his usual antics, and the energy in the air was contagious.

i was excited, but i also missed my boyfriend timo, who was also away from home on an away game for the new jersey devils against the edmonton oilers. ours trips worked out good, we would both be gone at the same time.

as i glided around the rink, my phone buzzed repeatedly in my bag on the bench. i figured it was timo checking in, so i kept an eye on it while enjoying the festivities. my friends, however, had other plans.

“hey, look! it’s her boyfriend!” jake, one of my guy friends, exclaimed, grabbing my phone and squinting at the screen. “should i answer?”

“definitely! let’s mess with him!” sarah chimed in, laughing.

before i could protest, jake pressed the green button. “hello?” he said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

“who is this?” timo’s voice came through, sounding confused.

“i’m jake, her friend. what’s up?” jake said, clearly enjoying himself.

“where’s she?” timo asked, his tone shifting to concern.

“she’s busy skating, but i’m here now. what do you want?” jake replied, stifling laughter.

at that moment, sarah leaned in and whispered loudly, “tell him you’re her new boyfriend!”

jake, grinning from ear to ear, turned back to the phone. “i’m her new boyfriend now! hope that’s cool with you.”

i skated over, panic rising in my chest. “jake! no!” i yelled, trying to get his attention.

timo’s voice came through again, tinged with disbelief. “wait, what? who is this guy? why is he answering for you?”

i finally reached the bench, breathless. “timo, it’s just jake! you’ve never met him! he’s a friend, i promise!” i yell out to him, running to the other side of the bench to snatch the phone.

“whoa, whoa, hold on,” timo said, a mix of relief and annoyance in his voice. “i thought you were getting cozy with some random dude while i’m halfway across the country!”

i grabbed my phone, shaking my head and laughing. “no way! just a bunch of stupid goofballs here. i’d never do that to you!" i say, my words about the friends come out in a tone that alerts them to go away.

timo sighed, a hint of laughter returning to his tone. “next time, keep your phone closer, alright? this is ridiculous.”

“absolutely,” i said, smiling at the chaos my friends had created. “i miss you tons.”

“miss you too. can’t wait to see you when i’m back, i love you." he replied, his voice softening.

after i hung up, i turned back to my friends, who were still cracking up. “you guys are the worst!” i laughed, shaking my head at their antics.

as i resumed skating, the warmth of timo’s voice lingered, reminding me that even though he was far away, our connection was strong. i felt grateful for the laughter, the friends who made moments memorable, and the love that kept us close, no matter the distance.

[sunoostripletriple]

the start k.s (smau)

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warning!!: crackhead, soft/fluff, lots of swearing, mdni

synopsis - > Y/N, on a whim, decides to prank text a random number. Little does she know, that fate has other plans. Instead of a stranger, her message lands in the inbox of Kim Sunoo, her favorite idol. What follows a whirlwind of unexpected conversations, shared interests, and perhaps the beginning of something beyond her wildest dreams. As their connections deepen, y/n finds herself drawn into Sunoo's world in ways she never imagined, navigating the complexities of fame, friendship, and maybe even love.

a/n: double upload since I once again have not updated my smau in awhile. I've been so busy with work and I had so many things to worry abt in personal life that I forgot I had an smau to work;-; goodness is this the life of a cursed ff writer? ahat

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15. Girls night🖤!!

As the hours pass by, Y/N decides to walk to the station to meet her best friend.

Kacey, who is most likely rushing to meet her friend as quickly as she can, grabs everything she needs from the table near the door.

“Hey, pookie! Sorry, I’m late,” she pauses to catch her breath before continuing, “I had to wash the dishes quickly before leaving.” Kacey pouts.

“It’s all good I even said you could take your time earlier when I called you.” Y/N gives out a guilty smile while looking at her breathless best friend, who seems to be struggling to stand properly.

“Can you not stare at me like some dying puppy?” Kacey stands up after finally catching her breath.

“Anyways, are you ready? Where should we head off to?” y/n says as she links up her arm with Kacey smiling ear to ear.

“Oh,” Kacey starts, causing y/n to stop who was walking along with her. “What did you want to vent about?”

“Should we talk about it on our way to the cafe?” Kacey asks, slightly tilting her head to the side.

“It’s nothing big, just me being delusional again.” said y/n.

“Gorl, you always say that and brush off whatever's going on in your mind.” Kacey states, still walking at the same steady pace.

"Well, if I’m being honest, it’s not that much of a big deal,” the dispirited girl says, looking down at her feet.

“Wait, let me guess.” Kacey pauses before continuing, “It’s about Sunoo, isn’t it?” Y/N stares at Kacey in disbelief, wondering how the hell she found out that she’s been thinking about Sunoo.

“Bitch, don’t give me that stare.” the friend says as she playfully smacks Y/N on the arm, making both girls giggle in the making.

“Well, yeah. It is about him, but it's such a dumb reason.” y/n sighs,

“Spit it out. Stop edging me already.” the impatient girl says as she shakes her friend to say what has been bothering her the whole day.

"Okay, okay, but first, let's go inside the cafe.” Y/N says as she pulls the door towards her, motioning for Kacey to head inside before her.

“Well, thank you. I am very flattered.” Kacey says as a joke, bowing at you as she walks ahead inside the cafe.

“Okay, where were we? OH! Right, so what happened between you and Sunoo?” she claps.

“Did he start replying to you in a dry way?”

“How’d you know????” y/n says, crossing her arms jokingly.

“It’s so fucking obvious just by staring at you, and how you haven’t been spamming on your private account lately, so the only obvious answer to that would be something related to Sunoo,” Kacey utters in one breath without stopping to let the poor girl speak her mind.

“And to add to that you usually start our whole conversation with a “ ‘ So sUNoo sAid thAT MY skY PICture is pretty ‘ “ all giggly and shi-” Kacey retaliates adding more reasons to why she thinks Sunoo would be the reason why you’ve been feeling down. 

“Wai-” 

“Girl, if he’s ignoring you then you should also be doing the same,” Kacey says as she playfully rolls her eyes. “if he’s ghosting you then ghost him as well pookie. Two can play this game.” Kacey scoffs.

“But I feel bad for ghosting him though..” Y/N pouts at the thought of just ignoring the poor boy who doesn’t mean any harm by not replying as much.

“What if his manager found out about us texting and told him not to text me as much??” Y/N says trying to reason out with her best friend.

“Or, he could have your notifications on mute.” Kacey adds.

“Sadgicals, I feel so mean not replying though,” 

“Omg, you need a reality check so badly” Kacey screams in annoyance, as she takes a sip of her strawberry ade.

“If a man ever replies to you that hella dry, it means he’s not interested in you, or you’ve been talking to a random person that's not Sunoo and the boys are just playing along with your delusions.” Kacey speaks out a bit more aggressively making Y/N feel even worse than before.

Kacey then realizes the mistake she made, as she looks at her friend who is as close enough to be her actual sister, and looks even more depressed than she was before.

“Look, I’m sorry for hurting your feelings, but you need to sometimes think more realistically about this situation. I know you trust the boys a lot, but know that sometimes, they could also lie to make you happy.”

“You’re right, I should maybe text him less first to start with,” Y/N says fidgeting with the ring that's on her index finger. 

“Then maybe I’ll forget about me and Sunoo ever-texting from the beginning.”

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[antoncore]

I just saw that shotaro post from earlier about the fucking by the window and had to add my take. Imagine you to actually got caught. I feel like he would be smirking at the person passing by (they would be low-key traumatized). You would try to cover yourself or at least try to get out of you, but he would hold you in place not letting you move. AHHHH

i love this so i had to write more

a continuation of this post

you two got caught by your neighbour as he was passing by, looking up at the window and instantly regretting it. shotaro smirked, making brief eye contact with your neighbour as he continued to pound into you tirelessly. you tried to find a way to cover yourself but his firm grip on your hips prevented any escape. “don’t be shy now you’ve been caught, slut,” he whispered, his voice filled with dominance. “let him see how good you are for me,” he continued, his pace not faltering. you felt so embarrassed yet thrilled at being watched, exposed. shotaro’s thrusts became more rough and you could no longer hold back your sounds, moaning so loudly as your eyes rolled back. “you’re loving every second of this, hm? being watched by some random guy makes you even wetter, doesn’t it?” he taunted. you whimpered in response, almost unable to speak due to shotaro’s relentless thrusts.

“t-taro, gonna cum, oh my god,” you gasped, on the verge of tears as the intensity overwhelmed you. “mm i can tell, you’re literally shaking,” he hissed, voice mixed with amusement and satisfaction. his thrusts never slowed, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “cum for me, let him see how much of a slut you are,” he commanded. his words made you obey, cumming more than you ever thought possible, your body quivering as you did. you couldn’t believe being watched made you cum like this. shotaro came inside you not long after, leaving you both breathless. as he held you tightly, you both looked out the window where the neighbour had disappeared, both in disbelief at what you just did. you didn’t care though, the thrill outweighed any embarrassment you felt.

[writtenontheport]

The Haunted Boy and His Ghostly Girlfriend

Pt. 1: Finding Common Ground in Communication!!

(Prologue) (pt. 2)

Anthony Lockwood x fem Reader

Warnings/Tags: A bit of a story-building instalment, Slow (?) burn, Meet cute, Reader is literally a ghost 💀, Whenever Reader’s mute basically story wise because it’s from Lockwood’s POV, No use of (y/n), Vague descriptions of reader being a jewel and a gem, this part is plot relevant I promise 😭, pulling some of this out of my ass IM SORRYYYY, I had to make it work somehow…, not much rom or com in this one, more plot and lore and scheming

Notes: I’ll have you know I literally was cross referencing stuff from the wiki, the books, and then the show to try and figure out how tf to write this 😭 There are FOUR drafts of what this scene could have looked like and this is what I had to settle on 😭 Please suspend your disbelief!!

Summary: Lockwood and co. make an astounding discovery about their newest friend, and they are all happy about this for completely different reasons. Lockwood’s reason? Well, he just heard the voice of the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

Word Count: 1.4k+

“Lucy? George? I think I found her,” Lockwood calls down the hatch, leaning on the pushed up door with a wrist resting on the hilt of his rapier. He sends you a charming smile, and revels in the small one you return. Underneath you both, you hear Lucy and George scramble up the ladder.

Lockwood found you in the house’s attic surrounded by haphazard stacks of sideways furniture, old mirrors, and dated portraits. There was the odd box or few sprawled about; big and small and gigantic, but just about everything was covered in cobwebs except for the window. Moonlight filters in and passes through you from the drawn curtains, framing you a sparkling jewel amongst the mess and clutter of the attic. Lockwood found it hard to tear his eyes away from you, but not out of fear, no.

Like a jewel glimmering in the darkness, you were beautiful and ethereal in all the ways Lockwood hadn’t imagined people could be; dead or alive. Sat on the windowsill with a weariness gleaming in your eyes, you didn’t quite scare Lockwood as much as you enchanted him.

“Lockwood? Did you—“ Lucy says, popping her head up through the open hatch. Her breath catches when she sees you, and you send her a wary smile as she climbs into the attic.

“Is she there, Lucy?” George calls from the ladder, a supply bag on his shoulder. Your eyes drop to the open hatch, but focus back on Lockwood when he leans down to take the bag from George and help him up.

“Yeah, she’s… right here.” Lucy whispers, sounding like she just ran a marathon. Lockwood resonates with that feeling. He looks back up at you and wills his heart to quiet down where it’s beating against his ribcage and slamming into the bones.

George turns around slowly, eyes finding you where you’re laying along the windowsill. You look tired and defeated, a deepness about your eyes that screams of exhaustion. It makes Lockwood’s heart seize as George whispers to him and Lucy, “Have you found her source yet?”

Before anyone can answer, your mouth opens and you soundlessly begin to speak; Lucy perks up and her eyes light. “Where is it?”

Your ghostly hand points to a corner near the window, mimicking a small box as you soundlessly explain to Lucy where and what it was. She nods, determined, as she steps over a few relics and cobwebs along the floor.

“A necklace in an ornate box,” She says aloud, using her rapier to cut away some of the cobwebs. “Definitely over here, but it’s been a few years since you’ve seen it?”

You nod and say something only Lucy can hear, but George follows along and begins helping her dig about. Lockwood steps forward to face you, feeling more and more breathless with every step. He honestly doesn’t know what he’s doing, so he instead says the first thing that comes to mind when you peer at him curiously.

“When we find it, we’ll have to secure it for a bit while we bring you home. You won’t be able to do anything while we have your source contained, but it won’t be long, I promise,” He tries to say reassuringly.

You give him a wary frown with your brows furrowed and lips pursed thin. You open your mouth to say something, but pause to think about it further. From here, Lockwood can see even stray strands of your hair and the bat of your lashes, so lifelike even in the blur of ectoplasm. Weakly, you shrug, not meeting his eyes.

“I promise you, we won’t keep you there forever. We just need to transfer your source.”

From behind him, Lockwood can hear George and Lucy whispering before Lucy comes up beside him. She’s got her hand on the hilt of her rapier out of instinct, but it’s rested and loose.

“We just want to keep you company while Pepper’s away,” Lucy explains, eyes flitting between you, Lockwood, and George. “She asked us to keep you company, and it’s easier to take you home with your source contained.”

You seem to say something in argument, but Lucy’s smile doesn’t falter so Lockwood takes it as a good sign. Somehow even with your face scrunched up, you looked absolutely enchanting in the moonlight. Lockwood was starting to wonder if this was a type three ability.

“If we were caught out in the night with you, someone else might try to take your source. They might hide you away or destroy it if they catch you,” Lucy says gently, nodding out to the street visible from the window. Somewhere along the sidewalk, a ghostlamp is flickering in the distance. In the light of it, a stray agent or two was walking along the street. You seemed to think it over, frown ever present.

“You have my word as agency head; we won’t just keep you locked away.” Lockwood steps closer to the window as you squeeze yourself into one side far from them. He felt touched a bit at how you avoided them; likely you knew it was dangerous and didn’t want them hurt. Your eyes search his face for any hint of a lie, before you slump back into the window and look down onto the street.

Lucy seems to light up at whatever you say next, and gives Lockwood a discreet thumbs-up and impressed smirk. She turns to you, even though you aren’t looking at her, and says, “You won’t regret it.”

A silence settles between you as Lucy steps back to help George look for your source, sending Lockwood a significant look before she too disappears behind a few stacks of antiques. The room is filled with their whispering and bickering, as Lockwood tries not to let his eyes linger on you for too long.

You turn to him, and his heart stops when your lips upturn into a tiny smile. It’s terribly heartwarming how cozy you look in this cold air, and he almost wants to peel off his coat to give to you before realising you were what made it cold. You catch the aborted action with a grateful nod, tucking your lips in to hold a laugh. Not like he would have heard it (a damn shame it was) but he still found himself grinning.

“Almost forgot you probably don’t mind the cold,” He says cooly, watching you shrug. Your hand motions something in the air, before you give up and instead mime pulling a rapier from your hip.

“This old thing?” Lockwood asks, standing up to unsheathe it away from you. You nod and gesture to it again, miming a stab before a thumbs-up and a thumbs-down with (this is important to Lockwood) playful expressions that make his chest warm.

“I’m quite good, if that’s what you’re asking.” He makes a quick, but precise swing at a nearby cobweb and revels in the amusement shining on your face. “I have some newspaper clippings you can see once we bring you home.”

If you giggled there, he’s truly sad he couldn’t hear it. He goes to voice this befote George steps out from the corner with what looked to be a necklace in his hand. His jaw was slack in surprise, and he looked frozen to the spot with his eyes as wide as saucers. Behind him, Lucy was softly calling his name in concern with a hand on his shoulder.

Before Lockwood could ask him what was wrong, George says to you, “I think I heard you just now.”

Your eyes widen, as you sit straight up on the window and ask him a question Lockwood can’t hear. George’s eyes widen, and Lockwood feels his blood pounding in his ears in the silence.

“Lucy, did you hear them ask that?” George doesn’t turn around to face her, but she nods and gives a murmured reply. A glimmering jewel and chain shine in the same moonlight framing you— a gem in every which way.

The next thing that happens comes as a blur to Lockwood, who asks, as if in a trance, to borrow the necklace to hold. Your eyes follow the jewel as George passes it to him, everyone still bewildered and the air tense and cold.

“I don’t think it’ll work for you, Lockwood. You don’t have the talent to listen,” Lucy murmurs to him with a scrunched frown. Still, George passes it over.

“I have to at least try.” Lockwood gently wraps his fingers around the necklace, a bit of chain loose as he turns to you with a soft smile.

He fumbles for words like they’re caught on his tongue, before he simply settles on, “Hi.”

Even without being able to hear you, somewhere in his bones he can feel your words like a kind and fuzzy thought reply to him. It’s enough to have him grinning ear to ear, even if it doesn’t exactly help him understand what you’re saying. Your gaze grows a bit fond at that, and you say something Lucy catches that causes her to smile wide.

On the sidelines, George murmurs, “I can run so many tests.” Lucy smacks his shoulder at his tactlessness, but her smile is unfaltering. She pulls a small, glass case out and pops it open.

“Any last questions, Lockwood? I won’t ask you George because we’ll be here all night otherwise,” She hums, holding out the box.

Anthony’s grin widens and he asks elatedly, “What’s your name?”

Like all the things you will share with him in the future, your name etches itself into his memory, right beside where he will always hold dear your glittering smile.

A/N: I DON’T LIKE THIS PARTTT 😭 It had to be written though… I needed this piece to focus on the plot so I up the romcom in the next part UGH I JUST,,, I just wanna write the slice of life ok,,,, LIKE,,, Lockwood taking his ghost gf out on a mission and she has to save his self-destructive ass like… HELLO. I NEED THAT. My brain though is like “Nooooo… set up plot first bae 🥰☝️” LIKE THIS IS SO MEAN AND NECESSARY BUT SO MEANNNNN

ALSO!! I already posted this, but I went back, read the ending, and was like “No… :((( It no good fo me…” and retconned it AFTER I already posted it…. Yes I am silly, Yes I am incredibly nit-picky with my own writing 😞

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[bridgertonbabe]

With the violet meddling au I’m assuming Benedict is one of the first to get his shit together. Michael and Sophie are just chilling in Scotland, Michael patiently waiting for Francesca to arrive (cause I feel he would have clocked what was happening quicker then the others) while Sophie is missing Benedict but is also “at least I won’t get pregnant now 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️” just for there to be a knock at the door and a very out of breath Benedict, whose ridden for days from London barely sleeping and then ran a mile to the Kilmartin estate after his horse finally had enough of him spotting Sophie and immediately, while still very much out of breath, saying “you. Me. Gretna Green. Tonight.”

Anon asked: Just imagining Benedict panicking and accidentally resorting to kidnapping Sophie from her new job in Scotland. (Also the Bridgertons men being the most devout whores to their wives so true)

Benedict would have for sure ridden non-stop all the way to the Kilmartin estate and upon the butler answering the door would have panted out his name and that he was there to see the earl and the two Lady Stirlings.

Upon entering the drawing room where Michael, his mother and aunt, and their lady's maid are sat, Benedict greets the Stirlings cordially before walking straight up to Sophie and passionately kissing her right there in front of everyone. She's left utterly breathless and flushes pink that he's just kissed her in front of her employers but before she can even react he's thrown her over his shoulder and without another word marches out of the drawing room.

Michael and his mother and aunt don't even bat an eyelid, having fully expected such a scene to occur, and simply get back to their reading and embroidery. Several members of staff exchange bewildered looks, wondering why the Stirlings aren't ordering them to do something or stop the mad gentleman who's just snatched up a maid and walked out with her. However Benedict returns seconds later, Sophie still flung over his shoulder as she squirms and flails her limbs as she demands Benedict to put her down. He goes to open his mouth when Janet Stirling beats him to it.

"I take it you've remembered you need witnesses for Gretna Green?"

"Yes, Lady Stirling." Benedict meekly nods (all the while Sophie is still thrashing for him to put her down).

"Well it would be our pleasure." she smiles. "However the marriage can wait until tomorrow. You could do with a rest after what I imagine was your tiring journey. Shortbread?" she offers him.

"Thank you." Benedict says, accepting the biscuit before dropping down into a sofa, manoeuvring Sophie so she's sat comfortably in his lap and with an arm affectionately wrapped around her he takes a bite into his snack, while Sophie stares at him in disbelief as she processes the fact that she's now apparently betrothed to the idiot man she loves.

[skylarsin7]

Chapter 10: Topsy Turvy

Turns out, Nancy only had four bikes. “Lily can ride on the back of mine.” Eddie said immediately, pulling out the largest of the bikes. Lily was grateful. The pain in her shoulder was rapidly bordering on unbearable, but she didn’t want to worry the others. They had bigger things to be concerned about. Her arm felt weak and she was beginning to feel nauseous.

The trek through the Upside Down was oddly peaceful despite the staccato flashes of crimson lightning. Lily wrapped her arms around Eddie’s waist, laying her cheek against his back. She imagined how it would feel to ride with him on the back of a motorcycle, the wind in her hair, her heart thumping wildly with the hum of the engine beneath her. Her arms wrapped safe and secure around Eddie, feeling his warmth through a leather riding jacket.  Her thoughts were interrupted as they turned into the trailer park. “Over here.” Eddie announced as he braked before the mirror of his trailer. “That’s gotta be a Guiness World Record. Most miles traveled interdimensionally.” Robin said brightly, a little breathless from the ride. Lily shivered. She could feel a pulse in the air, like the beating of a disembodied heart. “Ugh, just inhaled a bunch of that crap.” Steve complained, coughing. “It’s stuck in my throat.” 

Eddie opened the door just as cautiously as had Nancy, sucking in a small breath as his living room came into view. A huge crimson maw pulsed across the ceiling, black vines spreading out from it like writhing hair. Lily’s skin went clammy and she struggled to breathe. The pulse of the gate grew stronger in her ears, and she fought to keep from doubling over and vomiting right there. She felt dizzy and like her limbs were being weighed down. “This is where Chrissy died. Like, right where she died…” Eddie’s voice sounded far away, as if he wasn’t really speaking to them, but to himself. There was something in his tone that had Lily’s heart clenching, searing jealousy only adding to her nausea. “I think there is something in there.” Robin said quietly, unable to pull her gaze away from the tear in the ceiling. Sure enough, the center of the maw stretched, as if being poked by something on the other side. “What the hell is that?” Eddie asked nervously.

         The pulsing intensified until with a wet popping sound, the portal burst open like an overripe fruit, the poking object turned out to be a broom handle. The group yelped, jumping back from the disgusting sight. Slimy tendrils that almost looked like flesh hung from the hole, dripping lazily onto the floor. Lily swallowed hard, struggling to breathe through her dizziness. Steve edged forward cautiously, his eyes trained on the opening. He edged the debris on the floor, which thankfully had stopped in its writhing. “No way…” He breathed as he reached the portal. Nancy and the others edged after him, their expressions shifting from disgust to disbelief. Distantly Lily could hear Dustin laughing, and managed a small smile. Steve returned Dustin’s wave, a smile breaking over his features. “Holy shit, this is trippy.” Robin said quietly, her lips quirking up in a half-smile. Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Erica were all looking up at them, as if they were the ones upside down. “Bada-Bada-BOOM!” Dustin bellowed, shaking his fist in triumph. 

         “Alright, get the mattress out of my room, and in the linen closet in the hall, you will find the sheets.” Eddie instructed. Lucas bounded off down the hall, with Dustin on his heels. Lily leaned heavily against the wall, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her brow. She was really beginning to feel sick. Eddie caught sight of her, concern swirling in his gaze. “Are you alright?” He asked, placing a gentle hand on her forehead. “You’re burning up.” He observed. She nodded, her breath coming in short pants. “I’m fine. Just…feeling a little dizzy. Probably hungry.” She admitted. Eddie leaned in and kissed her forehead gently. Her cheeks were chilled to the touch, which hiked up his concern. “We’ll get you out of here soon. Some food and some rest and you should feel better.” He said with a small smile. She nodded, forcing herself to take a deeper breath. He held her gaze a moment longer before returning to the portal. 

         “How’s it coming over there?” He called through the opening. “Just about done.” Dustin replied. Lucas and Max laid the mattress down, and everyone’s eyes turned to Eddie. There were wide, dark stains in the fabric of the mattress. “Those stains are, uh…” He paused a moment, as if searching for the right words. “I don’t know what those stains are.” He settled on, quite unconvincingly. Robin made a noise in her throat that could have been construed as stifled laughter crossed with disgust. Lily drew in another deep breath. The roiling of her stomach was not getting any better. 

         “Not really sure how these physics are gonna work…” Dustin announced as he coiled the makeshift linen rope and approached the opening. “But, uh…here goes nothing.” He threw the rope up, and it hit the portal, tumbling down on the other side. It seemed to be suspended in space, as if the portal itself was holding it there. “There we go. And if my theory is correct…” He tugged the rope gently, and it held. He released it. “Huh. Abracadabra.” He said with triumph in his voice. “Holy shit.” Max agreed. “Alright, pull on it on your end! See if it holds.” He hollered up/down at them. Robin yanked hard, using her weight to test the rope. It didn’t budge. Dustin laughed giddily. “This is the craziest shit I have ever seen in my life! And I’ve seen some crazy shit.” Erica commented. Dustin held up his hand, which she high fived.

Robin shrugged. “Guess I’m the guinea pig.” She murmured sarcastically, but her tone didn’t have its usual snap. She wrapped her hands around the rope, pulling herself up with a grunt. “Alright, let’s clear the landing pad.” Dustin said, shooing everyone off the mattress. The groups held their breath as she climbed. There was a grumbling sound from the portal as she reached it, climbed through it, and promptly tumbled onto the mattress. She laid there a moment, her brunette hair fanned out beneath her. She sat up, a smile on her face. “Oh, thank god. That was fun.” She said with relief. Dustin helped her up and out of the way.   

Eddie exchanged a glance with Lily and the others, Lily managing a small smile of encouragement. Now that they were here, she wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to make that climb. She would try, of course, but wasn’t looking forward to the prospect. “All right, I guess I’ll go.” Eddie announced before following Robin’s example. Moments later, he too, flopped on the mattress. “That was fun. Shit.” He said with a smile as he took the hand offered to help him to his feet. Lily took a deep breath. It was her turn. She gripped the rope, her shoulder throbbing wildly in warning. She ignored it, pulling herself up. Searing pain shot through her and she nearly let go of the rope. She forced herself up one handful at a time, and by the time she reached the portal, the shirt she had borrowed from Robin was soaked through with sweat and likely blood. 

She could smell the coppery scent of it, like old pennies, and that only made her nausea rear its head. She took another deep breath as she pushed through the portal, meeting resistance. As if the Upside Down was reluctant to let her go. She pushed through, her ears popping as she came through the other side. She fell, landing on her back on the mattress, yelping in pain as it jarred her shoulder. “Lily, Jesus, are you alright?” Eddie asked, wrapping his arms around her to help her stand. She sagged a little against him, her vision going blurry as she struggled to remain upright. “I’m…alright…” She managed, the lie leaving a vile taste in her mouth. She gently pushed him away, staggering a little as she stood up straight. Her gaze leveled, meeting a pair of sharp eyes the color of dark chocolate.

         “Who the hell are you?” Erica Sinclair asked as she fit a tiny fist into the crook of her hip. She cast a soft smile over her shoulder at Eddie. “I told you I liked her spirit.” Lily managed, turning her attention back to the youngest Sinclair, placing her fist over her heart. “Lady Applejack, we meet at last.” She said weakly. Erica’s eyes widened. “Aeza?” She asked, her entire face softening at once. Lily nodded. “Lily.” She corrected. Erica smiled, and the action lit up her entire face. “I thought that was you in Town Hall, but I wasn’t sure.” Lily nodded. “Someone had to put that asshole Jock in his place.” Erica held up her fist for a fistbump. “Hell yeah. Us badasses need to stick together.” She agreed. Lily’s thoughts were interrupted as Max flew to her, wrapping her arms around her. “We thought something had happened to you.” She whispered, trembling slightly. Lily knew that she was too strong and proud a person to lose it in front of the others, so she didn’t comment, wrapping her arms around the girl. She hissed in pain as the action worried her shoulder, and her entire world tipped dangerously on its axis.

 The world around her was filled with a crimson glow, a foul-smelling haze creeping like an animal over everything in sight. Lily watched as Max ran towards her, shards of building tumbling from the sky around her. Max’s face was splattered with blood and other things that Lily couldn’t identify, her expression frantic. Lily could hear the beat of Kate Bush behind her, but it sounded distorted as if playing underwater. Lily opened her arms for the girl, calling her name, though no sound escaped her throat. Panic tore through her. This was just like last time at Lover’s Lake. She wasn’t really there. Max pushed faster, a grotesque figure following behind her, though it did not seem to be in any hurry to capture her. His skin was both shriveled and wet at the same time, his body covered in vines that writhed and squelched as he moved. “Vecna.” Though no audible sound escaped her lips, she spoke the name anyway. The creature’s face jerked to the side, a faint echo of sound catching its attention. Distantly, Lily could hear her own voice calling out Max’s name. Confusion wrinkled Lily’s brow. Max ducked to avoid a falling piece of building that  missed her narrowly. A white light hovered over her shoulder, and as Max crossed in front of it, the light grew. 

It morphed into the figure of a boy, barely eighteen by the look of him, that held up a hand to stop the pieces from falling. He turned, his shoulder-length curls fluttering as if ruffled by a gentle breeze. He was handsome, a shadow of a mustache over full, perfectly curved lips. Even at that distance, she could tell his eyes were blue grey like the summer sky before a storm. His lips curled into a smile so warm, it made Lily’s heart ache. Max was nearly to her now, and Lily could hear the beat of music growing stronger the closer Max got to her. The boy’s face turned sad. “Tell Max it’s okay. I heard her words at the cemetery. She can let go of that guilt now. I am at peace.” He said, his voice so close Lily would have sworn he had whispered them directly into her ear. “Tell Max that, for what it’s worth, I did love her. And that I am sorry. For everything. She wasn’t a shitty little sister.” Max launched herself at Lily, a halo of light surrounded the boy as Max disappeared from sight, the light swelling into a blinding supernova before the image shattered and everything went dark. 

Lily’s eyes snapped open and she pulled away from Max. She felt tears streaking down her face, tracking dirt and other debris down her cheeks. Max’s eyes were wide and impossibly blue, not unlike the boy’s had been. “What’s wrong?” Max asked quickly, gripping Lily’s hands. Lily managed a smile. “You have an angel watching over you Max. He told me to tell you that for what it was worth, he loved you, and that he was sorry. That you weren’t a shitty little sister.” Max’s eyes widened even further, filling immediately with silvery tears. “Billy…” She managed, her voice choked. “He said to tell you that it was okay. That you could let go of your guilt. He heard your letter in the cemetery.” Lily added. Max smiled, wiping away her tears. “He told you all that? I guess he’s a sucker for a pretty face even in the afterlife.” She tried to play it off as a joke, but Lily could hear the edge of grief to her voice. Max threw her arms around Lily tightly, hugging the older girl for all she was worth. Her chin connected with the tear in Lily’s shoulder. 

  Stars bloomed in her vision and it was more than she could take. She dropped like a stone, the floor rushing up to meet her. Distantly, she could hear a choir of her name being called, but she couldn’t force herself to answer. She caught herself on all fours, her arms shaking as they struggled to hold her aloft. She could feel Eddie’s arms around her waist, helping her to her feet. Everything around her was fuzzy, disjointed. She could hear Eddie calling her name, shaking her slightly, but his voice sounded like it was pinging around a glass fishbowl. He guided her to the couch, settling her onto it. “Lily, Christ, what the hell…” He pressed his hand to her forehead, drawing it away almost immediately. “Sinclair! Go get the first aid kit under the sink in the bathroom! And don’t go exploring!” He barked over his shoulder.

  Distantly, she could hear Erica’s sharp quip of “Trust me, I won’t!” as she bounded down the hall. “Eddie…” Lily managed, her vision going in and out of focus. “I knew there was something wrong. Jesus, Lily…” His voice was soft, but edged so sharply with concern it sounded angry. He cocked his head, his gaze slipping from her face to her neck. “What the…” He murmured as he pulled the fabric of his jacket aside. His eyes widened, fear and fury at war in his gaze. “You’re hurt. Why didn’t you say anything?” He accused. She blinked, struggling to form words. “We…had…other things…to worry about…” She managed. Eddie shook his head violently. “I know you are a badass Lil, but stop trying to be a hero, okay?” His voice was sarcastic, but hard as diamonds.  

“Found it! Jeez man, you need to organize that cupboard. I thought I was going to find a stash of playboys and condoms, not drugs! I was afraid for my virgin eyes in there!” Erica scolded, but when her gaze landed on Lily, her expression morphed from mildly annoyed to full on panic. “What happened to her?” Erica asked, sitting on the couch beside Lily, holding her up. “Likely caused by those bat things.” Eddie answered absently, unzipping his jacket and easing it off her shoulder. The shirt came next as he unbuttoned the top few buttons and moved it out of the way. He sucked in a breath. “Dammit, Lily…” He managed, his voice choked. Lily didn’t need to see it to know it was bad. He flipped open the top of what looked like an army grade first aid kit, pulling out a roll of gauze. “One more thing Sinclair. Go in the cupboard under the sink in the kitchen, towards the back, you will find a thick amber bottle. Bring it here.” Erica didn’t argue, but bounded into the kitchen. She returned a moment later, dusty bottle in hand. “What the hell is that?” She asked as he uncorked it. 

“Homemade whiskey.” He answered, shuddering as the smell hit him. “What are you going to do with that?” Erica’s voice was hoarse, as if she too were having trouble tolerating the smell. “I don’t have any antiseptic. This is the next best thing. Although, I have half a mind to take a swig before I do this ....” He winced, shaking his head. “On second thought, I should probably be sober for this. Dustin! Lucas! Come help hold her down.” He barked over his shoulder. The other boys rushed to their side, Lucas shooing Erica out of the way in order to lay his arm across Lily’s chest. Lily would have laughed if the action hadn’t been so beyond her. She was about to tell them that holding her down was unnecessary when Eddie upended the bottle over her shoulder. 

Searing pain shot through her and a piercing scream tore from her throat. Her eyes snapped open and tears flooded her vision. She bucked and writhed, trying in vain to get away from the pain. The boys tightened their grip on her, and Dustin spoke brokenly into her ear. His voice was quiet, firmly assuring her over and over that he was there. Peal after ringing peal clapped back and forth, shaking the windows in their panes. 

  Every cry cut through Eddie like a serrated knife. He hated that he had to hurt her like this. But he had to get her injuries clean. Distantly, he could hear Robin encouraging the others to come through the gate, reassuring them that despite the cries, they had everything under control. He took a deep breath, allowing the alcohol to sit and kill off any nasties that may have been in the Upside Down before bandaging the area with gauze. Thankfully, Lily's screams had tapered into pained whimpers, but silver tears still flowed relentlessly down her cheeks. It took everything inside him not to stop what he was doing and pull her close, to hold her until they ceased. 

Robin's gaze turned to Lily, her expression stricken. She had to fight to keep from yanking Eddie away from her, to somehow stop the pain he was afflicting on her. But she knew it was a necessary evil and that stopping him would only make things worse. All of a sudden, another sound filled the lull in Lily's cries. "Nancy? Stay with me, Nance!?" Steve’s voice was frantic, calling to her over and over and shaking her shoulders. “Vecna.” Max whispered, her voice tight. Eddie wrapped Lily’s shoulder faster, tying it off as tightly as he could without hurting her further. Once he was done, he bid the boys release her, laying her gently on the couch. He tucked his leather jacket over her, placing a soft kiss on her clammy forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He promised. She nodded, unable to answer him in words. “You just rest here.” He kissed her again, this time square on the lips. And then he stepped away from her. 

“Whatever you are doing up there, hurry up!!” Steve yelled frantically, shaking Nancy’s shoulders, but to no avail. Erica sprinted down the hallway to Eddie’s room. “Steve says you need to hurry!” She called as she ran. “YEAH, NO SHIT!” Dustin hollered back, his face red. “We’re trying, but we can’t find anything!” Robin’s voice was high and thin, almost a screech. “Seriously, what is all this shit?” She turned her panic on Eddie who followed Erica into the room. “What are you even looking for?” He asked hoarsely, dumping an armful of cassettes onto the bed. “Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music, we need MUSIC!” Eddie snatched at the cassette in her hand. “THIS IS MUSIC!!!” He roared. 

   Erica ran back out to the portal. “Steve, what is Nancy’s favorite song!?” She asked quickly. Lily lifted her head from the couch, her vision gradually coming into focus. Her limbs felt heavy and there was a faint burning sensation in her shoulder. “Danger Zone, Kenny Loggins!” Came Steve’s distorted reply. Erica bounded away and Lily struggled to sit up. It was slow, but she managed to sit up straight.

“GUYS! She’s back!!” Steve called, and despite the distortion, Lily could clearly hear the relief in his voice. “G-guys!!” Lily managed to call down the hallway, her voice hoarse and nearly unrecognizable. Erica’s face came into view and she bounded back into the living room, grinning up at the portal. “You guys, come in here!” She yelled. The others came in quickly, Eddie’s eyes meeting Lily’s. Although they were still unfocused, he could manage a small breath of relief that her color was better. He turned, jogging down the hall to his room. He came back a moment later with a black t-shirt. He handed it to her and offered her a smile as he turned his attention to the portal. Lily pulled the fabric over her head, wincing a little as it pulled the gauze around her shoulder. She eased her arms through the sleeves, tugging it down to cover herself. It was a Metallica shirt. She shrugged his coat back on. She could hear Steve struggling on the other side, lifting Nancy fireman style as he climbed the rope. Nancy’s top half came through the portal, her eyes wide open and frantic, fear etched into every line of her face. As she fell through to the Rightside Up, Robin caught her, wrapping her arms tightly around the girl, guiding her over to the couch. Nancy trembled as she joined Lily on the sofa, and Lily grabbed her hand carefully, squeezing it. Nancy didn’t even seem to notice. 

  Steve came through at last, letting out a soft ‘oof’ sound as he fell onto the mattress. “Nancy!” He sat up immediately, all but flying to his feet. “She’s okay…” Eddie assured him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “She’s alright…” He said again, and Lily wasn’t sure if it was Steve or himself he was trying to convince. “Let's go to my house. I don’t like it here.” Max said quietly. There was a quick murmur of agreement. Steve helped Nancy to her feet, and Eddie held Lily steady as she stood. They crossed the wide dirt drive to Max’s trailer, their heads on a swivel in case anyone noticed them. To their immense relief, Max’s trailer was empty. Steve got Nancy settled into an armchair, and Max brought Lily two Tylenol and a glass of water. “For the pain.” She offered as explanation. Lily nodded. “Thank you.” She replied. Max nodded, glancing down at the gaping jacket that had slid off her injured shoulder, noticing for perhaps the first time that Lily had nothing on but her lingerie and Eddie's Metallica shirt. “Let me get you some shorts.” She said, disappearing into her bedroom. She returned a few moments later, a pair of cargo shorts under her arm. “Here, you can change in my room if you want.” Lily smiled. “Thanks.” She said before making her way down the hall. 

Max’s room was warm and inviting, painted a pale yellow color. An Endless Summer poster dominated the space above her headboard, which was a polished wicker. A cheery bedspread lay untouched on the bed. Oh how Lily longed to simply stretch out and sleep for about a week. But she couldn’t. She tugged the shorts on, hunting for a scrunchie. Finding one, she carefully pulled her hair back in a ponytail. Once dressed, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Dark hollows stood out like bruises beneath her eyes, making her irises even more startling in her pale face. A smear of something she didn’t want to identify marred her cheek. She swiped at it impatiently, which only proved to spread it even more. She sighed. It was no use. She zipped up Eddie’s coat, which was a little big on her. 

  When Lily returned to the living room, Nancy was still seated in the armchair, her hands wringing together as she fought for calm. Lily settled on the arm of the couch.

  Nancy clasped her hands in her lap, trying in vain to stop their trembling. “He showed me things…things that haven’t happened yet. The most…awful things…” Nancy’s voice was quiet, hoarse as she wrestled with her emotions. “I saw a dark cloud, spreading over Hawkins. Downtown on fire. Dead soldiers. And this….” She broke off a second, taking a deep breath. No one said a word, held in rapt silence as she recounted her time in Vecna’s hands. “This giant creature, with a…gaping mouth. And this creature wasn’t alone. There were so many monsters. An army. And they were coming into Hawkins. Into our neighborhoods. Our homes. And then…” She broke off again, and Lily wished she couldn’t hear anymore. “He showed me my mom…and Holly. Mike. And they….they were all….” She broke off again, tears filling her eyes. “Okay but, he’s just trying to scare you, Nance.” Steve’s voice was also quiet, but it fell flat of being comforting. “Right? I mean…I mean, it’s not real.” He said, a note of hope in his voice. “Not yet.” She affirmed, “But there…there was something else.” She whispered. “He showed me…gates. Four gates spreading across Hawkins. And these gates, they looked like the one inside Eddie’s trailer, but they…they didn’t stop growing. And this wasn’t the Upside Down Hawkins. This was our Hawkins. Our home.” Heavy silence followed her statement, and Lily swallowed hard. She had only been in Hawkins a few days and already felt like this was her home. Where she belonged. And now it was being threatened. 

         “Four chimes.” Max’s voice drew everyone’s attention where she leaned against the wall. “Vecna’s clock. It always chimes four times. Four exactly.” Nancy’s eyes widened. “I heard them too.” She said quietly. “He’s been telling us his plan this whole time.” Max’s voice was bitter. “Four kills.” Lucas breathed. “Four gates.” He seemed to be piecing it together. “End of the world.” Dustin sighed heavily. “If that’s true, he’s only one kill away.” He said quietly, his eyes sliding to Max. “Oh, Jesus Christ. Jesus. Christ.” Eddie held his face in his hands, taking shaky breaths. 

Steve turned to Max. “Try the other’s again. Try ‘em again.” He demanded. Max moved to the phone, dialing Will’s home phone number. It rang twice then went to a busy tone. She hung up angrily. “Anything?” Steve asked. Max shook her head. “Rang twice and went to a busy signal." She replied angrily. “Maybe you punched it in wrong, try it again.” Steve insisted. “I didn’t punch it in wrong.” Max retorted. “I think she knows how to use a phone.” Dustin added. Steve threw up his hands. “I’m just saying, she could’ve typed it in wrong.” Max tried it again, hanging up just as she had the other times. “Same shit.” She rolled her eyes as she said it, turning back to the group. “How is that possible?” Lucas asked, his hands on his hips. “I told you, Joyce has this telemarketer job. Always on the phone.” Dustin interjected. “Mike won’t stop whining about it.” He added, shaking his head. Max scoffed. “Yeah, but this phone’s been busy for what…three days now? That’s not Joyce. No way, something’s wrong.” She said bluntly. Lily bit her lip. 

“Maybe their phone line is out?” She offered. All eyes turned to her. “I mean, they are in California, right? Well, Cali is known for its earthquakes. Maybe they had a tremor that wiped out their phone line.” Nancy shook her head. “I agree with you, it is possible, but it is too much of a coincidence for it to be happening now. Whatever is happening in Lenora is connected to all of this. I’m sure of it.” She said, standing and stepping over to the window. “But…Vecna can’t hurt them…Not if he’s dead.” Nancy’s voice was steely, venomous. She turned back to the group. “We have to go back in there. Back to the Upside Down.” Her statement was met with wide-eyed stares. After a moment of stunned silence, the room erupted into a chorus of “No’s”, “Nopes”, and “What!?”. Only Lily remained silent. “Let’s think this through.” Steve said standing. “What’s there to think through?” Nancy argued. “We barely made it out of there last time!” Nancy stood her ground. “Yeah, because we weren’t prepared.” She agreed, but refused to concede. “But this time, we will be. We’ll get weapons and protection. We’ll go through the gate, we’ll find his lair, and we’ll kill him.” Steve shook his head. “Or, he will kill us. The only reason that you survived is because he wanted you to. He’s not scared of us.” He explained. 

“And for good reason.” Robin piped up, standing. “We were wrong about Vecna. Henry. One.” She paused. “Sorry, what are we calling him now?” There was a clamor of voices, each shouting the monster’s various names. Robin shook her head again. “Right, we’ve learned something new about Vecna/Henry/One. He’s a number, like Eleven, only a sick, evil, male, child-murdering version of her with really bad skin. By my my my…my point is, he’s super powerful. He could turn us inside out with a snap of his fingers. It’s not a fair fight.” She explained, breathless as if she had said all that in a single breath. Which, in Lily’s experience, she had. 

  “Then why fight fair?” Dustin asked. “You’re right, he’s like Eleven. But that gives us an upper hand. We know Eleven’s strengths. And weaknesses.” Erica looked incredulous. “Weaknesses?” She asked. Dustin nodded. “When El remote-travels, she goes into this sort of trancelike state. I bet the same is true of Vecna.” Lucas sucked in a breath. “That would explain what he was doing in that attic.” Dustin nodded again. “Exactly. When he attacks his next victim, I’ll bet you he’s back in that attic, physical body defenseless.” Steve scoffed. “Defenseless? What about the army of bats?” He asked, gesturing to his neck, which still bore the cuts from the bat’s tails. Lily felt his pain, and her shoulder throbbed for emphasis. “True, we have to find a way past them. Distract them somehow.” Eddie started to stand, a skeptical look on his face. “And uh, how do we do that exactly?” He asked, his voice laced with annoyance. “No idea.” Dustin admitted. Eddie plopped back down with a sigh. “But once they are gone, he doesn’t stand a chance!” Everyone stared at him a second. “It would be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin.” Robin sighed. “That all sounds good in theory, but there is no pattern to Vecna’s killings. I mean, not one that we can decipher. We don’t know when he’s going to attack next. We don’t even know who he is going to attack next.” 

Max cut her off. “Yeah, we do.” Everyone’s eyes fell on her. “I can still feel him. I’m still…marked. Cursed. I ditch Kate Bush and I draw his focus back to me.” Her voice was quiet, resigned. Lily wanted to scream. To wrap her arms around the girl so that she may shield her from Vecna. Or chain the girl to a chair to keep her from going through with it. “Max. You can’t.” There was so much strain in Lucas’ voice, such agony. He spoke the words Lily couldn’t bring herself to. “He’ll kill you." His voice was pleading. “I survived before. I can survive again. Besides,” Max cast a hopeful smile at Lily. “I’ve got an angel looking out for me.” Lily returned her smile, but it was short-lived. Max turned away. “I just need to keep him busy long enough so that you guys can get into that attic. Then you can…chop his head off. Stab him in the heart. Blow him up with some explosive Dustin cooks up. I honestly, really don’t care how you put this asshole in his grave. Just…whatever it is…whatever you do…try not to miss.” 

[companionwolf]

pride month drabble challenge fill #4

prompts: 26. Closeted/Coming Out + 1. Sex + "Well, what's so strange about that?"

fandom: XCOM 2 (gen verse)

TWs/CWs: sex mentions, implied past repeated sexual assault, internalized transphobia?

The world is sheets and skin and breath and heat and yet the Commander shakes. Not sensually, not now, now when--

Central, shirtless and above them, his face in their neck, pauses as he feels them stiffen. He rises up and back, looks down at them with worry.

"Are you okay? You've gone quiet."

"'M pretty quiet anyway," they answer.

Central shrugs. "Touche. Really though, is something up? We can stop."

"I--"

They hesitate.

They have never done this before, not the real way, not the way it should be, never imagined they would get to. They want to, for them and for him, but...

He will leave, when he sees.

He won't ... he won't like who they are, when he sees.

When he realizes.

"Commander?"

"I-I need to tell you something," they manage.

He sits back further, gives them space. For a moment the Commander is breathless at his form, at the sheen of sweat on his skin and ripple of muscle as he streches a little. They want this, him.

But...

They swallow.

"Central," they say, "Central, I-- I'm not what you think I am."

Central raises an eyebrow. "What, you're gonna tell me you're an alien?" He's laughing, but then he trails off when they don't laugh with him.

Somewhere, in a high ethereal voice, distant in their mind, Asaru giggles. The Commander internally glares back at him and then tries to re-center to here and now in their quarters, where Central waits so patient for what they are about to ruin for them both. Their heart thumps hard.

"Central," they say.

"Commander," he replies.

A moment of silence between them. Then Central says, "You're not an alien, right? I mean, that'd be--"

"I'm trans, Central," the Commander says. Their voice shakes like their shoulders do. They take off their shirt now, revealing a makeshift binder. "I've always been."

Quiet between them.

The Commander's trembling rachets up a notch. He's looking at them, expression they can't decipher, and they wonder if he's trying to see what he missed, if he feels tricked, he must feel that, if--

Then their XO's face softens.

He closes the gap between them and pulls the Commander to his chest, kissing between their shoulder blades before pulling at a strap of the binder.

"Can't do this in that," he murmurs. "You'll hurt yourself."

The Commander stares at him.

"You aren't...mad?" they ask, slowly moving to slide out of the binder, not quite believing that they aren't being hurt right now, that he won't. 

"Commander, why on Earth would I be mad? You just came out to me, that's admirable as hell," he says.

"But you didn't know and we're gonna have sex and--"

"Well, I know now," he says. "My only real worry is if you're okay with that kind of stuff. We can do something else, if you're not comfy with, uh..."

The Commander takes a breath, steadies themselves, is still half in disbelief. "I ... I don't know," they say.

They shrink into Central's embrace, they shake with their entire body, and they cry.

He gently rubs circles into their back as they sob, other hand stroking their hair. "It's okay," he says. "It's OK. You're okay."

Through tears they muster, "It's alright if you want to go. I won't be hurt. Maybe it'd be better. You can find someone you actually want and--"

"When did I say I didn't want you?" Central asks. He pulls back, gingerly takes the Commander's face in his hands. "Commander, I have and do and will always want you. In this and in romance and everything else."

They struggle hard to compose themselves. "But--"

"Hey," he says, "don't finish that sentence. Kiss me instead."

"Okay," they say, voice small, and melt into him. They stay like this, tightly pressed together, going no further, until Central pulls away again.

"What do you want, Commander?" he asks. "What can I do for you?"

"I--I want--" Their voice breaks.

"Whatever you want, it's okay," he says. "Whatever you want, I'll do my best. All I can do, really. All I ever want to do."

"I want to help you," they say.

Central's gaze is soft but focused. "And how do you want to do that?" he asks.

The words "make you feel good" are a mumble. Their XO smiles, a small upturn of lips.

"Well, that's not so strange, is it?" Central's smile widens.

The Commander swallows hard. "...If what I wanted was strange, would you...?"

"I'd be willing to try," he says.

Tears well up in their eyes again. "Why are you being nice to me? After--"

"Should I not be nice?"

"I don't know," the Commander says. "The others weren't."

Central stiffens. "What others?"

The Commander takes a shaky breath. Their heart is shallow and fast. "When-- when I was younger, and a few times later, I-- well, I didn't want to, and they did, and then then they found out about the trans thing and--"

Central's face makes a shape they don't understand.

"Commander," he says, and his voice is very quiet, "Commander, did they hurt you?"

The Commander shakes.

Central's hand hovers over their knee.

"You know what," he says, "we don't need to do this. Not that we ever had to--"

"I want to!" It's a wail. "I want to and they took it away from me and now I can't even when I do say yes and I--" Their voice dissolves into sobbing.

Central slowly, deliberately, with intent and obvious allowance to them to stop him or move away, rests his hand on their knee.

"Hey, let's just hang out," he says. "If you want me around. No sex, just us being together. Would that be okay?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to leave?"

The Commander looks at him helplessly. "I don't know," they repeat. "I don't know. It probably doesn't matter if I did."

"What you want matters a lot," Central says. "Least it does to me."

He paws through the sheets, gathers up the Commander's clothes, and offers the bundle to them. "Let's get dressed and go stand on the flight deck. I think that might be helpful," he says before he quickly adds "But it's your call."

The Commander takes the clothes with trembling hands. Central begins to get dressed himself. Once he's done, he looks at them-- they've not moved.

"Can you please, uh, leave the room?" they ask.

"Of course, I'll be right outside," he says.

The Commander watches him go, sitting in the tousled sheets and shaking shaking shaking. When he does not burst back in, they slowly stand, slowly pull on their binder and then their shirt.

The Commander crosses their room, the world feeling like it's behind a buffer. Like they're back in the simulation but they know it, like they're a step removed from reality.

Central is leaning on the wall beside their quarter's door, cleaning his nails with his knife. He straightens up as they appear in the doorway.

"C'mon," he says, jerking his head in the direction of the flight deck.

They tail him, dragging a hand along the walls of the ship, trying to convince themselves the metal under their fingers is real. Central absent mindedly talks, and they can't really understand him right now with the world behind glass, but they appreciate it.

Why is he being nice? The question rings in their head. Why did he not, is he not--

They've stepped out onto the flight deck, followed Central to the railing, where he stares out toward a mountain range. He looks over his shoulder at them. "Sunset's pretty, huh?"

The Commander makes a noise, one they hope is appropriate for the situation.

Central frowns.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?"

Their breath catches.

He continues. "Name some of the colors you see in the sky right now."

They blink. That's not... they shake their head. Nothing clears. "Um," they say. "Yellow? Orange? Pink?"

"Yeah," says Central. "What about, let's see, what do you hear? Besides me, obviously."

The Commander listens. Tries to listen. The wind, the hum of the ship, their quick fast breathing...

"Any of this helping?"

They aren't sure, shrug.

Central reaches toward their hand, pauses. "Can I touch you? Like, your hand."

They nod.

Central takes their hand in his, squeezes. "Focus on the sunset," he says. "On the wind, and the feeling of your weight and gravity. Focus on here."

The Commander stares at him.

Central's face is... they don't know what that face means, but it isn't a cruel expression. "You're safe," he says. "Well, as well as you can be. Please come back, Commander. I won't hurt you."

And a question squeaks out of their tight throat: "Why?"

Central blinks. "Why?"

"Why won't you hurt me?"

His turn to stare at them. "Because--" He starts, falters. Tries to figure out how to say it. Can't. "I don't want to hurt you," he settles for instead. "I never have and never will."

The Commander inhales. Focus-- sky mountains wind ship Central. Exhales. Focus. Focus. Come on, damn it, focus!

"Aren't you angry?" they ask.

"About what?"

"Who I am," they say. "What I am."

"No," he says, in stern finality.

The Commander stares at him. "I don't understand," they say finally.

Central looks away out toward the setting sun, as it sinks behind the mountains. "That's okay," he says after a bit. "I'd like to help you to, though."

He looks back at them. "You know what happened to you shouldn't have, right? That you didn't deserve it?" he asks.

The Commander says nothing.

"You didn't trick anyone," he continues. "You were keeping yourself safe."

Still, they're silent. Central squeezes their hand again. "You dont have to talk," he says. "We can just stand."

So that's where they stay, at his side on the flight deck, watching the sky darken.

Central never lets go of their hand.

[imagine--if]

Imagine Ed waking up from a nightmare about his s/o living him or getting hurt and realizing they are not in bed with him 😱! Boy probably have a full blown panic attack! But it turns out the s/o just had to use the bathroom cause they ended up drinking too much (drink of choice) before going to bed

A/N: I have no words so I’m just gonna write- 🥹

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Fluff, comfort and clinginess 💚

Words: 680

Edward wakes up with a start, with great shuddering breaths as if he’s been underwater, his hands gripping at the sheets tangled messily around him. The blood feels as if it’s still there, on his hands and sprayed on his clothes as someone shoots you down from where you rightfully stand, beside him. Just to get to The Riddler. To truly break Edward Nashton.

His eyes widen in dread when he realises you aren’t sleeping soundly beside him. The side next to him on the bed is flat, and Edward stumbles out of it, his head spinning with the strong emotions he’s feeling all at once as he’s only just woken up.

Was it real? Are you dead? Did he fail?!

Your name leaves his lips in a breathless plea into thin air, and he staggers out of the room, his head spinning wildly as he takes in his small, scruffy apartment for any sign of you.

You frown and step out of the bathroom in confusion just as he passes it, and Edward jumps in shock, heaving a shaky sigh of relief as he collapses at your feet on the floor, a crazed, teary eyed look on his face.

You crouch down to his level in surprise, your eyes examining his face and taking his trembling, damp hands in yours. They hold yours tightly before they leave to trace your face, Eddie staring at you in disbelief, as if it’s the first time he’s seeing you all over again.

“I- Eddie?” You say worriedly, as he slumps into your frame with a weary smile, a muffled hum into your top as a response. “Eddie, are you okay? What happened?”

“You… you…” He tries again, letting you pull him up to look at you properly. “You weren’t in bed…”

“No, I just went to the bathroom quick.” you respond, as Edward rubs his hands up and down your arms, clutching strands of your hair and taking uneven, deep breaths. “Just breathe, okay? I’m alright. You’re alright, aren’t you?”

Eddie nods tiredly, breathing in the ever-comforting and familiar scent of you as he rests his head in your neck, mad, soft giggles coming from him.

“It- it was a nightmare, and… you were so bloody, angel… oh, god-“

“Oh, Eddie,” you sigh, rubbing his back soothingly and hugging him closely as he clings to you desperately on the floor. “I’m okay. It’s just a nightmare. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left without saying something or leaving a note…”

“It- it’s not your fault,” he replied, his hands cupping your cheeks as a dopey, hopeful smile pulls at his lips. “You’re alright. You’re alright…”

You nod in agreement as he repeats the words to himself. “Yeah, I’m absolutely fine, okay?”

“But it’s not your fault at all,” Edward insists, a dark, thoughtful look in his eyes as they focus on you. “It’s mine. I need to protect you more! I have to! It’s one of the main things I’m alive for.”

“But you do a great job protecting me, really.”

“I can do more,” he murmurs in thought, “I can do everything. All… all for you. You’d like that, darling? Being safe from the horrors out there? You get to watch it all burn, but I’ll never let you get burnt, ever.”

You nod slowly, a slight smile on your face at his heartfelt words. “Okay, Eddie. But we should go back to bed now, okay?”

“I mean it,” he tells you giddily, resting his forehead against yours and twirling strands of your hair in his fingers. “I’ll do anything for you. I love you~”

You smile as Eddie lowers his head to press loving kisses down your neck, and you shift from your position on the floor, running your fingers through his hair as you coax him up.

“I love you too- come on, let’s get up.”

Edward nods contentedly, almost as if the nightmare never happened now, and he gets up quickly before pulling you gently up with him, leading you back to your room. Because you’re right, it’s just a dream. Reality is much… prettier.

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[jarofstyles]

138 !!!! with best friend harry

SPICY SPICY

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“Were you just…. Masturbating?”

Harry’s face was flushed. Skin glowy and he was hidden haphazardly under the covers. She hadn’t knocked, having never knocked, but he must have heard her footsteps as she walked up.

Now… anyone with manners or common decency wouldn’t have mentioned it. No, they’d either excuse themselves or move on. But Y/N didn’t have good boundaries when it came to Harry, and she was a curious little thing. Too curious for her own good.

“Christ. Y’can’t knock and y’dont have a filter to save your life.” He rolled his eyes in disbelief, groaning as he hid his eyes under his arm. I didn’t help that the subject of the fantasies he had been rudely pulled from had walked in, not naked and not bouncing on his thick cock. It was rude, if you asked him.

“Oh, hush.” She giggled, laughing harder as Harry scrambled back as she crawled up on the bed with him.

“Oi! What the fuck are y’doin, love?” He laughed nervously, cock still pulsing under the covers. Y/N was fearless and he knew that, but they’d never gotten this close. Sure, they spoke about sex and were close physically but this was…. Something else entirely.

“Relax, H. M’just getting comfortable. You don’t have to stop on my account.” She actually was nervous. Heart beating fast. But it was the best idea she had. She needed to get over this hurdle. And she was so curious about it, she needed to see him. If he was comfortable… she would want it.

“Y’want…. You want to watch?” He said slowly, trying to understand. His cock throbbed in betrayal of his confusion, aching to be touched again.

“Mhm. If you’re okay with that, though.” She leaned in next to him and placed her cheek against his shoulder. “I haven’t seen a guy do it. And I’ve always wanted to see yours. Y’act like it’s big.” She laughed, eyes curiously peeking at the bulge under the covers.

“Uh… okay. It won’t be weird?” He asked again, making sure she wouldn’t be weirded out. Of course it had been his idea, and he had been close to orgasm so he was eager to get back into the groove of it. The idea of her watching made him even more horny, but again… he was cautious.

“Mhm, it’ll be fine, H. You’re being silly.Let’s see.” She urged, stroking her fingers over his arm. Comforting to her, arousing to him. She listened to him take a breath, and slowly lowered the comforter back down.

Her eyes widened. It was… big. Bigger than she had ever experienced. And it was…. It was hot. Thick, red tip glistening, her mouth watered a bit as she wondered how the precum dripping from the slit would taste like. Or how it would feel to have it throbbing against her tongue as she stroked it.

It wasn’t the first time she had these thoughts. But the first time truly seeing what she would be working with.

“Wow…” her breath voice went straight to his stomach. “You’ve got a right to be cocky.” He wrapped his hand around it after those words, squeezing himself at the base. It was so nice to have her looking at him. A breathless laugh left him as he shook his head.

“Thanks, petal.” He murmured. His best friend watched as he gave himself a few strokes, lulling his head back. Her cheek pressed against his bicep, watching intently as his thumb rubbed over the slit. He hadn’t expected her to speak, though.

“How’s it feel?” She whispered, stroking over the back of his wrist. The hand was free, and she was touchy. “Is it good?” Her face tilted up to look at him.

“Feels really good, yeah.” He licked his lip, breathing getting heavier. “Was at a good place when y’came in.” He laughed. The strokes were slow and steady, her eyes going back to the length. Her thighs clenched together, imagining how good that much cock would feel filling her up.

“M’sorry.” She whispered. “I’ll help.” He was shocked when he watched her lean up, bending close to his length and pursing her lips. He gasped when a string of spit dropped down, dripping on to the tip and over to meet his fingers. He nearly whimpered, the idea of her spit coating him a lot to process.

“Oh, fuck.” He cursed, throwing his head back when she did it again. This time using her hand to brush the hair out of her face and giving him a clear view of the saliva dripping from her lip and stringing from her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. “My god, Y/N.” He whined, lifting his hand up and breaking the spit from her bottom lip.

She laid back down, chest throbbing in time with the beat between her leg. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt you.” She licked her still wet bottom lip, watching his fist stroke faster now. “It looks…. Really nice.”

Her words were hesitant but he could hear the genuine tone. And the bit of arousal, at least he hoped Thats what it was. Testing his luck, he spoke back.

“Yeah? Y’like watching me get off, petal?” He asked, turning his face to look at her. Her eyes glued to his cock, dark. Legs clenched together, her hand holding his wrist while the other strokes up and down. The new slick and wet sound her spit had added to the strokes only added to his new arousal.

“Uh huh…” she was breathless, nuzzling her cheek against his arm. Suddenly shy, she was aroused and wet, but so focused on the filthy sight in front of her she could barely move.

“Didn’t know you were dirty like that.” He spoke quietly. Waiting. The little shift she did and slight tiny whimper cluing him in to knowing that this was effecting her just as much. “Do ya’ think you could do me a favor?”

Pushing the limits. He knew it. But he was so beyond horny, so hard and aching and she was giving him all of this beautiful material… he couldn’t help but push for more and more and more. It was her idea, after all.

“Yeah. Yah- I can.” She whispered with wide eyes. His hand was working himself steadily and she was doing her best to not show how worked up she was. But she couldn’t help it.

“Kay…. Can y’dip those fingers in between your legs…. N’lemme taste?” He breathed. “Don’t have to if y’dont want to. Promise. Just…. Want to taste it. I just sent t’taste it, M’not gonna last long, sweetheart.” He pleaded. Needing to taste her and see if what he imagined was what she was.

Y/N nodded, her own breathing picking up as she snuck her fingers under the band of her lounge shorts. A soft moan left her throat, guiding the fingers up her soaked slit and bumping over her clit. The image of her hand in her pants and her little noise made his orgasm approach sooner, a simple Christ spilling from his lips as he watched.

“Are you wet?” His voice was a deep, dark tone she hadn’t ever heard before. Her head tilted back and her glazed over eyes met his as she nodded, hips chasing her hand as she stroked over her swollen, needy clit again and circled a few times. “Good girl. Let me have my taste.” His words weren’t a suggestion anymore, and it only made her even more eager.

Tugging her fingers out, his spare hand guided her wrist to his mouth and immediately, he brought them between his lips. Closing them around the smaller digits, the sweet, tangy taste of her cunt coating his tongue as he dragged it between the two. It was even. Better than he imagined, a dark moan escaping his chest as he stroked himself harder. Thrusting into his hand, he sucked her fingers clean, Every single digit, even brushing his tongue over her palm to get any he missed.

“Fucking sweet. Fuck, M’gonna cum.” He panted. “Gonna cum with that taste all over my fucking tongue. You’re unreal.” He slurred, mouth dropping open as she took her hand that was slick with his spit and her taste, knocking his own hand off. The confidence swelled in her at his reaction to how she tasted, wrapping her smaller fist around him.

“Go ahead. Fuck my hand. Cum on it.” Her lips brushed his jaw. “S’a good boy, Harry. Come on. S’so soft around you, isn’t it?” She purred, pressing her body into his side. He let out a whimper, nodding as his lips parted again.

“Yes, yes, petal. Feels so good, oh god baby… M’gonna cum.” He panted, hips thrusting into her hand she held tightly around him. “Oh, feels… shit, it’s so good, you’re gonna make me cum.” He babbled, dizzy with incoming orgasm.

“Go ahead. Cum. Such a pretty cock, S’a honor to have it in my hand.” Her lips puckered just a bit against his stubbly jawline. “Cum for me, Harry.” She nuzzled against him with a slight nip and he was done for.

He let out a deep groan, cock throbbing and finally going over the edge. Coating her hand and his stomach with sticky cum, he fucked his pick into her soft hand and held her wrist to him until he was too sensitive, pulling it off. His head swimming in orgasm, heat and pure bliss.

His face turned to meet her lapping his cum off her hand, humming as she did so. And that’s when Harry realized he was completely screwed. This fantasy about his best friend… wasn’t just fantasy anymore.