#i can't continue the game yet my heart HURTS

[pan-de-queer]

was playing valkyria chronicles 4 (the only vc game I've ever played just to lower the expectations of actual fans of the game lol) and had to stop bc I just finished a REALLY sad part and from the START, since Kai's story was revealed, my brain immediately thought supercorp but after watching that really sad part I'm even MORE determined now to make it supercorp but angst with a happy ending bc I CANNOT!! THAT SHIT WAS SO SO SAD!!! I NEED TO UNDO THAT!! BUT QUEER!!

but basically (for anyone familiar lmao)

obvs the gang will be federation forces and lex and the other villains of the week on cw sg will be empire forces and just!!!!

I see it all so clearly in my head but I'm too fucking sad right now!!!!

[entirelysein-e]

『 Red Wine Supernova 』

☼ synopsis: What happens when your best friend finds out that none of your partners pleased you yet? Will he be the one to give you your first orgasm?

☼ character: Kiryu

☼ wc: 3,3k

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, fingering, oral (reader receiving), squirting, overstimulation, consent checks, friends to lovers, hinted that more will happen

☼ notes: a big thank you to @suyacho and @kenpachisbrat for enabling my latenight thots 🥹🫶

It wasn't unusual for you to show up at Kiryu's place on a friday night, a small bag hanging on one shoulder as you held your favorite takeout in your hands, eagerly waiting for your pink-haired friend to open the front door so game night could finally start. Ever since you've become close to Kiryu, fridays were reserved for gaming nights where you would hang out at his home, bodies sunken deep into the cutely shaped bean bags in the middle of the room while eating whatever your heart desired. Both of you enjoyed this time together, playing silly games on various consoles or simply hanging out together to your heart's content. You would gossip a lot, latest dates, partners - just the average bestie talks.

At least that's how things were until you got together with your latest boyfriend, who didn't like just how close the two of you were, constantly assuming that you're cheating on him. While it did hurt Kiryu when you said you can't come by anymore, he understood, not wanting to be the reason your relationship fails - but when you texted him that you're coming over, baring the news of the breakup, his heart did skip a little beat and perhaps your now ex boyfriend was correct and Kiryu did see you more as a friend but it not like you'd ever know, right?

The door soon swung open to reveal a very happy Kiryu, looking excited to finally have gaming night with you again.

"Come in, don't be shy you know the way!" He almost dragged you inside, shooing you towards his oddly cute room you came to love and adore. You were barely able to sit down on your favorite beanbag when he already sat on his, your controller held out for you to take.

"I figure you don't want to talk about him?" He asked kindly, not pushing the subject. You've never mentioned him much to your friend, fearing it might be considered "tmi" even though you knew that this never existed with Kiryu.

"Nothing worth mentioning, really," you mumbled. The reasons for the breakup have piled up over time, but the main reason must have been the way he never cared about your needs in every department of the relationship. Not once did he stop to consider your feelings - not even when you were intimate.

"He said eating a woman out is weird and 'unsanitary'" you said out loud, not an ounce of shame coming over you upon realizing that you were thinking out loud and Kiryu could only gasp.

"So he never...?" He asked almost too respectful and you shook your head.

"He didn't want to 'waste time' on foreplay either since 'lube is a thing'" you continued, making little quotes in the air whenever you repeated that asshole's words.

The game was long forgotten by the both of you, your little guys, just hopping up and down to the Temple grounds soundtrack of Tekken.

You didn't know you were rambling at this point, embarrassment slipping through every crack of your being when you confessed to your best friend that no man could ever make you feel good in bed. When your rambles came to a stop for you to take a deep breath, you registered Kiryu's small giggle, wondering just how long you were carrying that around with you instead of talking about it.

"What's so funny about that?!" You snapped at him in a defensive manner, which made him wipe a fake tear.

"Nothing, nothing" he reassured you teasingly before taking a breath to compose himself.

"It just shows what an asshole that guy was. Small dick, eh?" He asked amused, already having suspected that your ex wasn't the most secure person given you were no longer allowed to see your best friend. A laugh burst out of you, which relieved Kiryu visibly - the crease between your brows disappearing and getting replaced by little wrinkles around your eyes. He loved how sincere your laugh seemed, reaching all the way to your beautiful eyes and - he's been staring for a little too long. Fuck.

Your boisterous laugh slowly died down and left you gulping under the intense stare of your best friend. Were his eyes always this green? You wondered as you found yourself getting lost in them until they seemed to change. Kiryu's pupils dilated upon the shift of air around you two - a friendly hangout to play games suddenly felt different, an unfamiliar feeling spreading and making it hard to breathe for the both of you.

"You know, I could show you," he offered, his voice hushed as if he's speaking to himself.

"Show me what?" You asked naive and your face started to get hot, fearing that you knew exactly what he meant.

"How good it can feel to be with a guy," Kiryu confirmed your fear and you immediately shook your head, only to break the intense eye contact you two were still holding. Anxiously, you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap, picking up the controller just to hold onto something.

"We can't. You're my best friend." Your words sounded defeated, as if your friendship would stop you from anything, but Kiryu let go of a breath he was holding, a small chuckle escaping in the process.

"And? Nothing has to change about that. It would just be two friends having some fun," he reassured you, not trying to push you into it and you actually considered his words.

"I couldn't act like it never happened. I'm not the friends with benefits type," a sadness underlined your words, but Kiryu leaned closer and when you didn't bother to move away, he looked up at you with these damn shiny puppy eyes.

- GAME OVER - the loud announcement coming from the TV startled both of you out of whatever trance you were in before laughing it off.

"If you promise not to tease me about it... we can maybe... you know, a little. Not all the way," you talked around it, not wanting to say it out loud because that would make it too real and weird.

The pink-haired man didn't need to be told twice, positioning himself right before the game destroyed the mood - face just inches from yours.

"You sure?" He asked and his tongue darted out to wet his lips a little as he waited for a reply, which came in the form of a small nod.

"If you change your mind, just speak up, yeah?" His voice was soft like honey now and his pupils dilated once again.

It felt weird letting yourself go like that with your friend, but your body screamed for him, a yearning that has been buried all these years, but the feeling seemed to be mutual. Soft hands cupped your cheeks where one of his thumbs rubbed over the apple of your cheeks, a sly smile etched onto his lips.

"You know, I've wanted to kiss you for a while already," he mused and leaned in without further warning. Kiryu trusted you to speak up or to push him away if you happened to change your mind, but you kissed him back the moment his lips connected with yours.

It felt like a little firework setting off in both of you as the kiss dragged on, the taste of his strawberry chapstick long gone as your tongues danced around each other, wrestling for dominance, which you gladly granted him. Despite the desperation behind the kiss, it was sweet and sensual, his hands roaming your body while staying respectful. Only when your hands started to wander further down his abs to play with the material of his belt did his hand came to hold yours firmly yet gently.

"No, don't. It's about you," he mumbled breathless as he pulled away from the kiss. The effect you had on him was visible, but he didn't care, wanting to put the focus on you.

"But-" you wanted to protest and he kissed you again just so you wouldn't continue your sentence of how he should also feel pleasure.

"It's enough for me, trust me," he reassured you as his kisses traveled down your neck until he nibbled on your sensitive spot just to suck on your soft skin.

You were lost in how good he made you feel just by kissing you already, not wanting to argue about pleasing him and being selfish for once in your life.

"May I?" His voice was barely above a whisper, and you felt his breath against your ear, which made you shudder. Soft hands rested just under the hem of your shirt, waiting for permission to rake over your skin without fabric between the two of you this time and you nodded before kissing him again.

Kiryu's warm hands slipped under your shirt and caressed your skin, goosebumps forming where he touched you, but his gentle touches always stopped right under your chest, wanting to respect you and your body. It drove you insane to the point where you took your own shirt off, needing his hands on your chest right this second or you would combust.

"Should I take it off?" Honeyed words against your skin as he kissed your neck once again, a single finger slipping under the strap of your bra, teasing your shoulder and you could only nod before a desperate "yes, please" slipped out of your lips.

Kiryu didn't need to be told twice, slipping the bra strap he was playing with down your shoulder, small kisses following its trail before one hand unclasped your bra behind your back. The heat was rising up your cheeks when he got rid of your bra so quickly, arms crossing over your chest in an effort to hide, which made him halt right away.

"Changed your mind?" He asked curious, no hint of anger in his voice and you shook your head.

"No, it's just- you make me feel so good it's ugh... embarrassing," you admitted out loud, your whole body burning hot from embarrassment, but your best friend could only chuckle in response, kissing each hand the moment you dropped them from your chest.

Yes, he wanted you - badly. But you were so much more to him than just your body. It was everything he dreamed about countless times before - better even and he needed you to understand that making you feel good is pleasuring him too. Soft kisses trailed up each arm until he was leaving open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones, your heart almost beating out of your chest and you let yourself sink into the beanbag beneath your body.

"Please," you whispered, unsure what you were asking for, but you needed him to do something, anything really.

Kiryu understood your empty plea and kissed the supple flesh of your chest until his lips wrapped around one nipple, a blissed sigh slipping from his lips and erecting goosebumps all over your skin. He could do this all day, mindlessly sucking on your nipples, tongue swirling over them as his fingers played with the other so neither boob felt neglected. You started to get vocal at this point, soft sighs and mewls slipping from you and you could feel him smirk against your tits.

"You're so responsive for me... feeling so good just from this?" He asked teasingly and used his teeth to gently tug on the nipple he was previously sucking on.

All you could think of at this point was his face between your thighs and the way his skilled mouth would feel against your neglected little pussy. Unbeknownst to you, you were rubbing your thighs together at the thought, but the pink-haired man noticed right away, his heart swelling at how good he makes you feel.

"Want me to move this further down, eh?" He asked with such a dirty smirk on his face that you wanted to hide, but all you could do was nod shamefully.

"Just lay back and let me make you feel good, princess," he cooed as his hands worked on your pants before pulling them off in just one move.

His fingers traced back up your legs and raked over your thighs ever so gently, which made you spread your legs for him so willingly. Slender fingers continued their path until one single digit ran over your soaked panties, humming when he felt your sticky, wet essence completely soiling your underwear.

"Did any other guy get you this worked up before?" He asked, almost cocky, but you know he needed to hear that he's the first to make you lose your mind like this.

Wordlessly, you shook your head as the embarrassment set in once again under his intense gaze, but his lips curled up to a sweet smile.

"Then I won't make you wait too long, hm?" He asked sickenly sweet before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, eyes searching for any hesitation on your face, but you willingly lifted your hips, allowing him to take them off by offering yourself like that.

Kiryu peeled your panties off your legs slowly, the fabric sticking to your pussy and forming little strings of your slick when he pulled them off, a small chuckle falling from his lips once again when he sees just how wet you are from his caress. Once you were entirely naked, he pushed your knees towards your chest to take a closer look at the cute little pussy he gets to play with, arguably his new favorite thing to play with.

"Y-you don't have to," Your voice ripped him out of his thoughts and he looked up at you like a kicked puppy.

"But I want to... or have you changed your mind?" He asked concerned at the sudden change, but you shook your head again, trying to gather a clear thought before answering him.

"You hesitated," you eventually pointed out and he smiled softly, his pink hair swinging as he shook his head no.

"I was admiring that sweet pussy of yours and thought about what a shame it is that no one ever tasted it before," he answered amused yet honest and you sunk further in the beanbag, his words making you shy away but your pussy clenched, desperate to be touched.

Only when you told him that you wanted him to go on, he kissed your thighs down to your mound before holding eye contact. Once your eyes were on his, his thumbs came down to part your folds and his tongue dragged through them in a long lick only to circle around your bundle of nerves just like he did with your nipples moments before. The feeling caused you to moan and arch your back for him, one hand flying down to hold onto his soft hair, not wanting him to stop. Hot air flushed over your glistening cunt when he chuckled at the desperation, but his ministrations never stopped. Kiryu's tongue continued to play with your pussy, swirling it over your clit or spelling his name onto it with the tip of his tongue to claim you in a sick way, to make you his, hoping to burn his name into you so no other man can make you feel this good.

After just mere minutes, he had you close to the edge, the knot almost snapping and your hand tangling in his hair to gently pull on it.

"Let go for me, it's okay," he whispered against your drenched folds, tongue dipping into your entrance to taste more of your sweet juices before he continued to lap at your sensitive clit the way you liked it.

Hearing him so eager for your release made you relax and give into the pleasure until the knot inside of you exploded, a sweet moan of his name ringing through his room, yet his tongue never slowed down to help you prolong the orgasm. Only when you started pushing his head away, far too sensitive for a second orgasm did he pull away. Your juices were clinging to his chin when he gave you the sweetest smile.

"Was it as good as you expected?" He asked sincerely and licked your slick off his lips.

Breathless, you nodded, unable to form even a single thought at how good he just made you feel. Seeing your pussy clench around nothing but air made him pity your sweet little cunt, so he brought a finger up to circle around your entrance, which made you whine out, eagerly nodding.

"So eager for more..." he teased, but wondered just how neglected your pussy might have felt after no one bothered to give it the attention it deserved for, lord knows, how long.

His finger slipped in with ease from his wet you still were and his tongue returned to lap at your clit - much slower this time, but it felt so much more intense when his finger massaged your sweet spot now too.

"I'll do this until you tell me to stop," his words come out quiet against your slick folds and he closes his eyes in pure bliss upon feeling you clench around a single finger. The room filled with your sinful cries of pleasure once again when he curled two fingers into your g-spot while his lips caused enough suction on your clit to make you lose your mind entirely now.

Kiryu's pants grew tighter the closer you got and when the squelching noises alongside your whines of his name were all he could hear, it became almost impossible to not cum untouched, a damp spot of pre-cum forming in his boxers, yet he'd never ask you to return the favor - simply palming himself over his pants to your sweet sounds.

Your high approached once again and Kiryu stopped himself from his own release to focus on yours fully, fingers massaging that one spot that had you curling your toes as his tongue relentlessly dragged the letters of his name onto your overly sensitive bundle of nerves. His free arm held your legs down, pushing them down to your chest some more until you were almost screaming in ecstasy. A clear stream of liquid poured from your cunt as your walls clenched around his fingers before they slipped out to rub your clit, helping you ride out yet another orgasm until you lay there panting heavily. Kiryu rested his head against one of your thighs after he lowered your legs slowly, his pants drenched in his own release just from witnessing yours.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought that you could squirt from a man playing with your pussy but Kiryu only started, eager to make you lose your mind with the way he has you like putty in his hands, the lines of friendship and more slowly blurring.

“You're so good for me,” his praise was gentle as his hand cupped your cheek, his eyes full with adoration when he looked down on you - perhaps you should have confessed your feelings for the pink-haired man long ago since they were obviously returned by him. But right now you didn't want to think about the conversation that sure would follow, you just wanted to be selfish a little while longer when he so badly wanted to make you feel good. Another time you would surely be allowed to return the favor...

Networks: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @houseofsolisoccasum

[zaczenemiji]

hiii! req for kenji like imagine reader and ken are dating but he hasnt been able to talk to her alot since of raisng emi and ultraman, so after emi is gone what if he treats her to a little picnic date telling her about what happened and how sorry he is for kinda leaving her out in the blue

From LA, with Love

Kenji Sato x Reader

Word Count: 2,656

Genre/Warnings: Long-Distance Relationship

Author's Note: My longest one so far; sometimes I write without brakes 😩

MASTERLIST

"Breaking news from Tokyo: A baseball game at the Tokyo Dome was disrupted tonight by the sudden appearance of a kaiju. Spectators were evacuated, and the city is currently under high alert."

Your heart pounded as the screen switched to footage of the chaos. The camera panned over terrified spectators fleeing the stadium and a massive kaiju rampaging through the city streets.

At the corner of the footage, you spotted familiar landmarks in the background and felt a knot tighten in your stomach. Those looked like the pictures Kenji sent you for updates.

The newscaster continued, "Among the players was rising baseball star Kenji Sato—“

The sound of glass breaking was heard at the mention of his name. Your tea now spilled on the floor, shards of broken glass around it.

Your breath got caught in your throat. Your boyfriend was there, in the middle of the chaos and there was nothing you could do. You were literally 5,000 miles away on the other side of the planet.

You knew you should’ve listened to your gut when it told you to come with Kenji to Japan. If something bad happens to him tonight, you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself especially when there was something you could’ve done.

Quickly, you grabbed your phone, trying to call him, but the call went straight to voicemail. Panic surged through you, but you tried to remain as calm as you could.

The news feed cut to shaky footage that showed Kenji at bat with the crowd cheering, but suddenly, screams filled the air as the kaiju appeared overhead. The camera focused on Kenji, his face a mix of determination and fear before he disappeared from view in the ensuing chaos.

That was all the media said that night. It’s not like LA News would take an extra mile for Kenji; so you desperately searched for more information. Unfortunately, updates were sparse.

It was currently 3 AM in LA and your mind raced with worry. Was he safe? Why hadn't he called you?

You didn’t stop looking for information. You’ve checked the whole internet, called hotlines you thought could give you an update, and stayed up til sunrise.

Suddenly, your phone beeped and you have never been this fast on grabbing it. It was a text message from Kenji, "I'm okay. Can't talk now. Please don't worry. I love you.”

You held your phone close to your chest, a temporary relief washing over. You clung to those words but uncertainty still gnawed in you. You had so many questions and no answers.

Little did you know, Kenji was not just caught in the chaos; he was fighting it as Ultraman, a secret he was yet to reveal. The only reason he told you he was going back to Japan was that he wanted to play for the Giants, his favorite team as a child.

It was a random day that he told you he wanted to go back to Japan, and immediately at that. At first, you were hurt, thinking about how it seemed so easy to leave you in LA when you had loose ends you needed to tie first.

Your job demanded your attention. You were in the middle of wrapping up a significant project that required your presence. Your boss was understanding but insisted you complete the handover to your replacement to ensure a smooth transition.

Then your apartment lease was coming to an end. You needed to sort through your belongings, decide what to keep, sell, or store, and handle the logistics of moving out. This was time-consuming, and you had to coordinate with movers and real estate agents.

Lastly, your family. You were born here in LA and only went out of the country for vacations. But with how Kenji decided to stay in Japan for good, you wanted to follow. You couldn't leave without ensuring your parents and siblings were taken care of and comfortable.

Communication with Kenji became difficult in the weeks that followed after the Tokyo Dome incident.

It was a late evening in LA and an afternoon in Japan. You sat by your laptop, staring at the screen, waiting for Kenji's call. The clock ticked past the scheduled time, and your heart sank with each passing minute.

Finally, your phone buzzed with a message, "I'm so sorry, I can't make the call today. Something urgent came up. I'll explain later."

You sighed, typing back a quick reply, "I understand. Stay safe. I miss you." But he never got a chance to explain anything.

Recently, some things urgent have always arisen around Kenji. It wasn't the first time a call had been missed, and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

You were left with nothing but to watch his games and interviews on TV. However, he didn’t seem like himself in all of them. LA’s pride, the Kenji Sato, seemed like a rookie in the Japanese stadium.

His games were all chaotic with some of them ending in fist fights. When the camera focuses on him, you see nothing but an exhausted man. You never saw him like that before which made you worry what the heck is going on over there.

You clearly had no idea, at all, about what was happening to him. The last time you had a call, the connection was poor, and his voice kept cutting out.

"...so much going on here... trying… keep everyone safe..."

"Kenji, I can barely hear you. Can you repeat that?"

“...wish I could talk longer... love you...”

The call dropped before she could respond, leaving her staring at the screen, feeling more alone than ever.

All of these: being kept in the dark, zero communication, and the constant worry were making you rush the things you needed to wrap up before heading to Japan.

There was a time, you told him that you were thinking of coming to Japan first to help him with whatever he was going through, and just be back to LA afterward to take care of the things you left.

But it’s complicated, he said, with things happening that could put you in danger—more than the kaiju attacks, and that it’s better to stay in LA for now. You knew there was something he wasn’t telling you and it scared you.

Kenji promised to explain everything when the time was right. He told him he loves you more than anything and that he’s doing this to protect you.

You didn’t understand anything but you trusted him, waited for him, and been patient with him.

Soon after, it started to seem like things were getting better for Kenji. The Giants were now back on their track and Kenji was back to his usual self, if not better. Communication has been re-established and not a day went by that he didn’t call you.

Before you knew it, the last of your loose ends had been tied and you were finally ready to fly to Japan. You received a message from Kenji, “Things are calmer now. I miss you. Can't wait to see you."

Your heart ached with longing. You had worked tirelessly to clear your schedule and now was finally the moment. You had your flight booked, bags packed, and said goodbye to friends and family.

At the airport, you paused before boarding, sending one last message to Kenji, "On my way. See you soon."

As the plane took off, you stared out the window, the city lights of Los Angeles fading into the distance. The hardest part was over. You were finally on your way to Japan to finally understand everything that had kept you apart, and to be there for Kenji in ways you couldn't before.

The bustling Tokyo airport was filled with the sounds of announcements, the rolling of luggage, and the chatter of travelers. Kenji stood near the arrival gate, his heart racing with anticipation.

He clutched a bouquet of your favorite flowers, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. After months of limited communication and the constant weight of his responsibilities as Ultraman, he was finally going to see you.

He scanned the crowd, searching for your familiar face among the sea of strangers. His phone buzzed with a message, and he quickly checked it, “Just landed. Can't wait to see you."

Kenji's heart skipped a beat. Moments later, he spotted you emerging from the gate, eyes darting around, searching for him. Your eyes met, and you broke into a wide smile, your pace quickening as you rushed toward him.

He closed the distance, pulling you into a tight embrace as soon as you reached him. The bouquet was momentarily forgotten, dropped to the floor as he held you close, feeling the warmth and reality of your presence.

"I've missed you so much," you whispered, voice trembling with emotion.

"I've missed you too," Kenji replied, his voice thick with relief and love. "I'm so glad you're here."

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a mixture of happiness and concern, "What's been going on?"

Kenji sighed, feeling the weight of the past few months. "There's so much to tell you,” he replied. “But let's get out of here first. I want to take you somewhere we can talk."

He picked up the forgotten bouquet, handing it to you with a sheepish smile, "These are for you."

You took the flowers, your smile widening, “Thank you, Kenji. They're beautiful."

All exhaustion from your 11-hour flight was wiped away at this moment. You were thankful for the naps you took on the plane because you didn’t want to pass out at the moment of your reunion.

The two of you then made your way out of the airport, the chaos and noise gradually fading as you stepped into the relative calm of the parking lot. Kenji led you to his car, loading your luggage into the trunk before opening the passenger door for you.

As Kenji drove through the city, you took in the sights. You’ve never been to Japan before, your excitement mingled with curiosity. "So, where are we going?" You asked.

Kenji glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "I thought we'd go to a park nearby,” he answered. “It's a quiet place where we can sit and talk."

You nodded, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "I've been so worried about you,” you said. “I can't wait to hear everything."

You arrived at the park just as the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. Kenji found a secluded spot under a large oak tree, spreading out a blanket and setting up the picnic he had prepared.

You sat down together, the peaceful surroundings providing a stark contrast to the turmoil of recent months. Kenji took your hands in his, looking into your eyes.

"I'm sorry for everything," he began. "For not telling you sooner, for the missed calls and the worry. There's something I need to explain."

You looked at him with eyes full of concern and love. "I'm here now, Kenji,” you said. “Whatever it is, we'll get through it together."

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "A lot has happened since we last saw each other” he started. “I've been dealing with something big, something I couldn't tell you about over the phone."

You watched him intently, grip tightening on his hands, “What is it?"

Kenji sighed, feeling the weight of his secret pressing down on him. "You remember the day of the game when Gigantron attacked?” He asked. “That wasn't the first time something like that happened. And I've been involved in every one of those incidents."

Your eyes widened in shock, but you didn't interrupt, letting him continue. "I'm Ultraman," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I've been fighting kaijus to protect the city. And recently, I found myself responsible for raising a baby kaiju who needed my help” he continued. “I couldn’t risk telling anyone, and I didn't know how to tell you."

You sat in stunned silence for a moment, processing everything. "You've been fighting monsters and raising a kaiju baby?” You asked. “Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped."

"I didn't want to drag you into the danger," he said, his voice filled with regret. "But I realize now that keeping you in the dark only made things worse. I'm so sorry for shutting you out."

You looked at him, your eyes softening. "I wish you had told me sooner, but I understand why you didn't,” you replied. “I just want to be there for you, Kenji. We’ll face anything together."

Kenji felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you for understanding,” he said. “I promise, no more secrets and I don’t want to be far away from you anymore."

You held your arms out and gestured for him to hug you. He rested his head on your chest, his safe place. Oh, how he longed for it in the last months when he needed it most.

You could feel his tensed muscles relax at your touch. You peppered his forehead with kisses as you ran your hand lovingly across his hair.

He craved your touches the most and now that he’s in between your arms, it felt as if a heavy weight was taken off his shoulders.

He had so much more to tell but he decided that they were stories for the coming days. There’s no need to rush; after all, you’re here now.

Getting back to his agenda for today, Kenji slowly leaned back. "I hope you're hungry," he said with a grin, placing a small bouquet of wildflowers in the center of the blanket.

On the blanket were an assortment of your favorite foods: sushi, fresh fruit, and homemade mochi. You looked at the spread with delight. "This looks amazing, Kenji,” you said. “You've really outdone yourself."

"I wanted it to be special," he replied. "You deserve the best."

The two of you began to eat, savoring the food and each other's company. Kenji watched you with a soft smile as you tried a piece of sushi. "I remember you loved this one," he said, pointing to a beautifully crafted roll.

Your cheeks slightly flushed from happiness, "This is why I love you!"

As you ate, Kenji told you about the peaceful moments he found in the chaos. He would ask Mina to flash pictures of the two of you together and it would instantly calm him. Even Emi was calmed by it.

You sat in front of Kenji, back pressed against his chest and you between his legs. You held the box of sushis in your hand. From time to time, you’d turn slightly to look up and feed him.

At times, he’d lay his head on your lap, looking up at you, admiring the face he loves. You’d put your hand on his hair, gently stroking it as he tells you all about Emi.

He told you someday he’d take you to meet Emi; he’s sure she would love you. But for now, he just wanted to spend time with you. He felt bad for having neglected you these past months.

After you finished eating, the two of you lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the sky. It was already nighttime by then and the two of you didn’t even notice the time that passed.

Above you, the stars began to twinkle. Kenji pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you rested your head on his bicep. The world around you faded into the background.

"I love you," he whispered, the words carrying all the emotions he had held back.

"I love you too, Kenji," you replied, your voice equally soft. It felt so surreal to hear it in person after months of only hearing it on calls. “More than you'll ever know."

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[feltit-wroteit]

Spoiled and Loved

Art Donaldson x Fem!Reader

In every way, you were the person that made the college experience that much better for Art. You, on the other end, were still struggling to find your place at Uni.

Watnings: inscure reader, lost reader, small angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader has rich parents, one s3x joke

There he was. In your usual spot in the cafeteria eating a lunch that his athletic nutritionist must've assigned him to eat. God was your boyfriend beautiful... "Baby?" He called you out of your trance and you smiled at him. "Come?" He motioned for the chair in front of him with his head. You walked toward it and sat down with your lunch that was healthy but certainly not planned. "Hey!" You said. You started eating and asking how his morning practice was and he smiled throught it all. After finishing his lunch and while explaining his morning, he drew mindless doodles on your left hand with a pencil. One was a tennis racket the other a heart and another a paint brush. Once he was done, silence had fallen and Art looked up at you, stopping his drawing. "Y/N?" Art asked while looking for your gaze. "Hmm?" You answered still looking at your left hand. "Look at me." He asked and lifted your head up with the help of his palm on your jaw. You looked at him and smiled. "How was your day so far, baby?" He then asked with certainty. You sighed and went to look down again, only to feel your boyfriend rubbing your jaw and hearing him hum no. When you met his gaze again you felt it.

The need to tell him the truth.

"Art?" He nodded at your interpellation, waiting for you to continue. "I don't think I belong here." You had felt like this for a while, but your boyfriend's joy at being here made that feeling simmer down a little.

That was until yesterday.

"That's Donaldson's girlfriend, right?" A girl said behind you during your history of the arts lecture. You normally tuned these type of conversations out, but today your ears decided that it was a mighty fine time to do as they wanted. "She play any sports?" The girl, Jenny from what you heard her friend call her earlier, proceeded to ask her friend, Luna. "Not that anybody knows of. Not to his level at least." The other girl answered with a certain turn in her voice. It wasn't a nice one at that. ""But she must do something else around campus for her to be with him, right?" Jenny continued her interrogations. "The only place other than her lectures that people see her at are Donaldson's games. She just does those two things that includes school life. People have said and know that she doesn't even have a major yet. She just does classes until she finally finds something that makes her spark. It's pathetic really." Luna said and chuckled with her friend who fired back : "Why would he want to be with her? If I were Art Donaldson-" And you never heard the last of her life hacks, because your ears decided you had been tortured enough as it was. The notes you had started taking were the only ones you took for the rest of the 3 hour lecture. Well, what was one more exam failed?

You would stay in this godforsaken place until you found a stupid major to work in life with.... Why bother studying right now? Your parents paid for your acceptance at Stanford. Your life was as corrupted as that.

"What do you mean Y/n/n?" Art asked with a concerned look and rubbed his tumb over your jaw. "I don't know what I mean by that. But that's also a problem, I never know..." you tried to explain but it was still unclear to him. He only wanted to comfort you and make you feel at ease at all times, but right now he couldn't understand you. That made him mad at himself. "I don't know what I am going to major in, I don't know why I went to college in the first place and I don't know what you find in me. Before you start to argue that point, I have to tell you that I don't doubt your love, I doubt my ability of being loved right now. I am a mess Art... I can't do it anymore! The only thing I do know, is that I'm going to end up like I always feared..." You continued to elaborate on your feelings while he was listening. "Baby... I love you for who you are. I'm sure what you feared for your future isn't even that bad-" you cut him off on that and laughed while letting some tears flow. "Oh yeah, it is. I will end up as every other rich kid who doesn't amount to nothing and will live off my family's money for my whole life." You said and removed his hand from your face. You didn't feel deserving of his touch right now. "Stop." He said sternly. How could he have left this go this far? How couldn't he have seen you were feeling like this? How bad of a boyfriend was he? "Y/n, you are not messed up. You are beautiful and intelligent and you are worth more than your family's wealth. You are important. Not only to me but to a lot of people. Listen, college isn't for everyone, baby. I know it 's easier listening than believing, but please don't pull away from me." He had tears brimming his eyes now.

What did you do to deserve him?

"I love you, Art. I'm sorry for upsetting you..." You explained and held his hand that had been squeezing the edge of the table. "Don't, baby. You do not have to appologize. I should appologize for not seeing how you had been feeling. Please... talk to me about these things. I want to be there for you like you are for me." He took your hand back in his to play with it lightly. "Okay." You said and smiled softly at him. "Okay?" He asked smiling softly too while looking into your eyes. "Yeah. I'll talk to you more about my feelings, baby." You nodded and affirmed.

As you both walked to your last class of the day that you shared, the girls of your history of the arts lecture passed you. They were looking at you and art with sadness. It was then you realized what they had been doing. Only wallowing in their jealousy because:

Art had chose you. Not them.

His heart was set on you and that made them mad. Some part of you felt like you could see them. Maybe you were loved by someone like they wanted to be, but you were also envious of how these girls would be graduating in Teaching in less than two months likw you wanted to be graduating.

Everybody was jealous of somebody in this world.

"Art?" You asked while going closer to his side. "Hmm?" He had answered when wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you in even closer. "I think I'm jealous of you." You confirmed while giggling. "Oh yeah? How come, y/n?" He smiled at your randomness. "You have a massive dick. I want that." You said in the most serious tone you could master in that instance. Art burst out laughing and admitted that he was jealous of you too. "How come, Art?" You copied his sentence. "Imagine being as pretty as the one and only Y/n Y/l/n under sun rays. I'll pray for that to happen one day." You looked up into his eyes and stopped walking for a second. You smiled at him and went up to kiss him on his lips. The kiss was slow and full of love, just how you prefered then to be.

"I love you, baby. Even if you are a spoiled little brat sometimes." He said and tried to cover his head before you shoved his head to the side playfully.

[spideyhexx]

mdni

Billy took his poker games seriously.

He’d crack a few smiles at his boys here and there as they jest, but regardless of their friendships, the games were still taken with an air of seriousness.

You knew this, of course. You’d watch off to the side, paying attention to Billy and only him. The way his lips would quirk up ever so slightly when a play is made and you're sure you're the only one to notice it.

His hands are holding the cards in a gentle manner. He's sat back, on the verge of slouching. Broad shoulders, which tend to tense up a lot are rather calm.

You can't see his legs, but you know they're spread, that's just how he sits. And you start to pay less attention to the game, not that you were following it closely in the first place, too distracted by Billy's expression less face and his slow, but calculated movements.

The position he's in reminds you of one you're all too familiar with. You can't count how many times he's sat just like that but with you in is lap, kissing him until your lips hurt, your heat rubbing up against the bulge in his pants.

You've not had the chance to really touch each other yet. Time alone with Billy was sometimes hard to come by, so the ache inside of you felt like a ticking time bomb.

Your leg crosses over the other, looking for some sort of pressure as your thoughts continue to consume you. Your mind wanders to the last time you two had alone time, where you were so close to undressing and seeing him in his glory, but Jesse yelled for him and Billy was profusely apologizing while you two calmed down.

His hand had been so close, just mere centimeters from playing with your most sensitive parts, but he left you to deal with whatever business Jesse needed help with. And as you remember this, you feel your blood start to boil.

Even though his intentions were good, it still felt like the worst tease imaginable and it keeps replaying over and over in your head as you watch Billy wipe at the corner of his lips with his thumb before fingering a card.

His eyes shoot over to you and he sees your expression. He'd be confused. He's just as desperate for you as you are for him, but he figured you were patient enough to wait for the right moment where he can get you guys alone for a longer time.

Then, it feels like your legs are working without you even telling them to. You stand and walk over behind Billy. He tilts his head up to see you and lean down to kiss his cheek.

The men at the table snicker and Billy shoots a look at them, one of shyness or anger, you can't tell.

As soon as one of Billy's hands leaves the cards, you take the open space as an advantage to plop yourself into his lap.

"You better not be feedin' him anythin',' Jesse hollers from his side of the table and you put your hand over your heart.

"I swear, 'm not. I was just cold over there. Besides, Billy doesn't need my help playin' cards," the men laugh and you adjust in Billy's lap.

His breath hits your neck, but he doesn't seem too phased.

You play coy for a bit, keeping your hands to yourself and tucking your head against his neck. If you weren't aching for him, you'd probably even fall asleep right there against him.

But that's not what you're there for. When the game picks up, you take an opportunity to shift in Billy's lap, pushing your backside right up against his crotch.

You feel him swallow, but no other reaction comes about. You assume he just thought you were getting comfortable again. So you wait a few more minutes and do the same thing again, this time putting more pressure into it in the most subtle way you can.

He clears his throat, moving one of his hands to wrap around your front.

You think it's an effort to keep you still. So you push back again and his grip tightens. Your hands find the one splayed across your middle, playing with his fingers, trying to lull him to let you keep playing with him.

Billy's eyes focus anywhere but on you and you try your hardest not to smirk when you feel his erection pressing against you. It makes you feel powerful. You only rubbed against him a few times and he's already this hard? You feel your heat flutter at the thought of getting to see him and you grind back against him without thinking.

You can't see his face, but you assume he makes some sort of face, cause Jesse's saying, "You good there, Billy? Havin' doubts about winnin'?" Jesse is none the wiser to the fact that Billy actually has a winning hand, but he's too distracted by you.

"'M good," is all he gets out and you can hear the strain his voice, so of course you grind against him again, his hand moving to your hip instead.

You feel his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "don't play with me darlin'." It feels so soft, and his shaky breaths hit your skin as you contemplate what to do.

But you give his hand a reassuring squeeze and stay still despite the burning desire in you.

When he wins the game, a smile gracing his lips and a kiss is giving to your head, you shift in his lap to turn and kiss him, pressing your hip against his bulge and Billy quickly pulls away from the kiss before he moans into it, biting down on his cheek hard and awkwardly fixing his hat.

Soon, the men have all left the table, going to other parts of the camp they've set up and you give Billy the softest smile you can muster.

"I had to," you tell him, taking his hat off and brushing some of the curls that lay on his forehead, sweat perspiring there.

"Did you now?" He's amused, turning you into his lap more so you're straddling him, his arousal still present and pressing up against you.

You nod, kissing his nose, "I need you." He squirms beneath you, leaning closer to press his forehead to yours, his eyes sending shivers down your spine.

"take me."

let's chat about billy, here :)

[heartfullofleeches]

Ride or Die

Yan 🌽star + Stoner Reader

Summary: After a deal gone wrong, you text your roommate for help.

[Mentions of Weed]

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Thursdays are pizza night.

It isn't much in the grander scheme of things, but to Brie it is the domesticity of the relationship blossoming between you. Not exactly just friends, yet still barely pushing the limits of the platonic bond you already shared before moving in. You've kissed him before, allowed him to sleep in your bed- Then again, the "kiss" was a conducting force for a mouthful of smoke you gave fair warning for him to prepare himself for; the night in your room being the outcome of him spitting up a lung moments later.

Brie didn't know what to do anymore.. Continue this little game of cat and mouse, praying somewhere deep down you feel the same way about him. Or move onto someone else, never able to give them the entirety of his heart because he knows a part of it will always belong to you.

"Why can't I cry anywhere else but the produce isle!" Brie bitterly whispers to himself as he swabs the corners of his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. Your sweater to be more precise. He'd rather not have a repeat of last week- That sweet lady was only trying to console him, but his face gets red as the tomatoes he used for his sauce crying over what may never be.

Whatever.

As far as Brie was aware, you didn't have a partner nor anyone you were really interested in, and you practically told each other everything. Maybe somewhere along the line, he could find happiness in this in-between stage in your relationship. Even if you weren't his partner, he still had you as a shoulder to cry on and the best roommate he could ask for.

"Get over yourself, Brie- You're going to make them the greasts pizza they've ever had, and if they haven't already fallen in love with you - they'll met someone who's a shitty cook and realize what they're missing!"

Isn't that the dream? These days, it feels like you're the only thought on his mind. He can hear your voice now.

"Brie? Brieeeee~ Pick up or I'll use your full government. Heh, you know I'm messing with you. But, seriously, pick up."

Oh. That's... your ringtone. The message was one of the first voicemails you left him when he purchased a new phone. He's missed plenty of calls from you hearing it out to completion.

"You rang, babe?"

That got a good chuckle out of you the first time. It was a total blunder on Brie's end, but you insisted he keep the nickname if he wanted to. There's no jovial air coming from your end of the line. Not even a snicker as your voice picks up over the silence.

"I need your help."

Never in your years long friendship had he heard you sound so serious before. There were glimpses - swiftly desected by your infections laughter or the change of topic, but never like this.

"I'm, I'm on my way." Brie switches his phone over to his left ear, propping it up with his shoulder. "What's wrong? Are you sick? Did you hurt yourself?"

"I think I killed a guy."

The line goes dead.

Brie gazes upwards at the tiled ceiling, phone slipping from his grasp as his thumb hoovers where the end call button once was. He regains his grip on the device as a text message comes in.

Its a picture of the body. Sprawled out with their arms and legs angled in different directions.

He can't catch his breath. Brie has always tried to drill it into your thick skull he'd do anything for you no matter what - and he meant it. Taking someone's life... It's unforgivable in most people's eyes. Especially the law's. If you got caught. If he lost you- What would that mean for him? The future you had together?

Racing through the aisles like a chicken without its head, Brie makes several stops on his way to the cash register. Cleaning, household goods, cutlery. He grabs items as soon as they're checked out and stuffs them into his backpack as he pays, evading his ritual of fishing through his wallet for the exact cash and change.

Brie isn't crazy enough to run red lights. He does, however, forget his seatbeat as he floors his car home; flying just beneath the legal speed limit for the area. He speeds up the tiny flight of stares leading to your apartment - bursting through the already unlocked front door.

"Babe! Baby, in here- I brought bleach, and trash bags, and- and.... These knives should be sharp enough to cut up their limbs- We can even move closer to my parents if we have to!"

Tripping over his own words and feet, Brie dumps the the contents of his backpack on the living room floor. It's then he notices how clean the floor actually is. No blood stains, no evidence of a fight. His eyes search the room, falling upon you in an unbothered state - seated on the couch next to a shivering man nervously sipping from a glass of water.

"Brie!" Standing, you make short work of the distance between you as you swarm Brie with a firm hug. "Missed you, pretty boy. You're back a little sooner than I expected not gonna lie."

Adrenaline depleting, Brie points over your shoulder at the stranger. "I thought he was..."

"He? Oh, right!- Brie, this is Nicky. Nicky, this is Brie. He came to buy some of my stash since his med card just expired and he doesn't like buying full price. Normally I would've done it elsewhere since I don't want to bring strangers into your space, but he's heading out of town once he leaves.... If he still can."

Nicky offers a timid wave to Brie, placing his cup down seconds before collapsing on the couch.

"Don't worry, he should be fine after a little nap."

Air flows freely through Brie's lungs as he clings onto you. You aren't a murderer. There isn't anything jeopardizing things between you- besides himself.

"You're such a jerk."

Pulling away from your embrace, Brie was torn between slapping or kissing you as you grin back at him. "What? Didn't actually think I killed the guy, did you?"

"Yes?! Because of your little prank I wasn't able to get everything I needed for dinner! I was ready to throw my entire life away for you! And it's all just a big joke to you!"

"Thanks, Brie."

Tension building behind his eyes, a soft kiss to his forehead keeps the tears at bay just a little longer.

"It's nice to have someone I can depend on for anything. That's rare to come by these days. If you're ever in the same situation, but for real- you know who to call."

Sniffling, Brie rests his head on your arm.

"You're damn right I do."

[sleepingcup]

Still with You

Game: Stardew Valley

Characters: Sebastian x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, a little bit of angst

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Summary: Sebastian admires you just thw way you are.

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(please be aware of ooc)

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You may not notice this before and even until now, for being just a normal farmer who just sell crops, restores the community center with your junimo friends, helping the others in need to gain their full trust, you have everything.

Yeah...except for one.

Getting a spouse.

It is the ONLY thing you never had while you were doing your best in Pelican Town, and yet you never realize how you actually make others feel better than before even if you can't fix them completely.

Out of all the possible candidates, you found interest on a certain boy.

Even if...you never understand yourself very well...

Local Emo boy, Sebastian.

Lives in the mountain with his parents tho there will always be conflict wherever he goes, it started off as a awkward conversation, but soon it turns to a more...nice and friendly relationship you two have.

What goes romancing anyone can do to you? You are just doing something to save yourself and yet, it turns out that you yourself need saving too but….how? An endless spiral of questions appears on your mind, walking in the rain where no one can really hear you to the beach where you can find solace to the sounds of the rain and the sounds of the beach waves by the docks, and yet…

“Hm? (Farmer)?”

“!!!”

He is there.

“You come to beach in the rain as well?”

You nodded, not expecting someone to be there in the rain. Most people stay at home to avoid the rain for colds but here Sebastian is relishing into the rain like nothing happened. Walking closer to him you two remained quiet, giving a slight glanced at him he looks relaxed but looking a bit sad. Hearing him talk to you does help you well to feel a bit better, and yet he noticed that the rain was getting him more.

“Here there is room for two.”

You walked closer to him a little bit hoping to not take too much space, the two of you relaxed into rain quietly, it was comforting. And yet you never imagine that he is slowly warming up to you. From a slightly awkward conversation in his room, encountering him fixing a motorcycle and plans to move out of town, playing games with him and Sam in his room, and now relaxing with him quietly on the beach side. You do admit secretly that you are comfortable with him being there with you.

But you remember one small pain that you can tell, during in the Flower Dance, you watched Abigail dancing with Sebastian even if you didn’t participate in the dance but to only watch them dance. What is this painful feeling he is just your acquaintance/friend, she looked proud even tho you did not do anything but talk to him just casually.

“…(er)….(Farmer)….”

Why….why does your heart ache when you can’t express it-

“(Farmer), are you okay? You looked lifeless for a minute…”

When you snap out of it, Sebastian was facing you he looked concerned and doesn’t understand why.

“….I….”

“…I know you hear my story about myself a bit just now…. But…. will you let me get to know you a little more even if it hurts?”

You were speechless but to Sebastian he know fully well that there is no one who can hear you out, he has seen you feeling lifeless or depressed in one of these previous days but its rare for him to see you this sad in person. Taking a deep breath before facing to the ocean��.

“I….never understand myself and my emotions well….”

You were told you had apathy, doesn’t smile, doesn’t show emotion, but when you do it never makes sense to you. You just want to get to know more about Sebastian and the other people in town not just show emotions. “Im sure the you and the town knows that…I don’t smile more often… I don’t even understand myself very well….” Holding your arm for a slight bit of comfort you closed your eyes taking a sharp breath.

Not ready to see his reaction you decided to continue, “I’m scared… Being a people pleaser for money is not my thing…. And yet, seeing progress with everyone one by one makes me wonder…. What if actually feels to feel….loved.”

“…”

You wanted to run to home and yet, you felt an arm wrapped around your waist. Opening your eyes you saw Sebastian pulling you closer to him, he has a reassuring smile on his face before making you lean your head on his shoulder.

You don’t get it, it never makes sense.

You respected his dream, you respected him, but you never seen him….being this close to you.

Parts of you want to push him away and yet….you feel like you deserve comfort from him.

“Are you feeling a bit better now that you say whats on your mind?”

“….y-yes….”

No more words, only silence and yet there is comfort in silence. Its like time has slowed or stopped for a moment, and yet you feel rather….relieved. Having someone to hear you out is something that you never expected it to be so comforting.

“Did you….hate me for saying these words?”

“No, its rather understandable for you to have these feelings. I don’t hate you for that, but rather thankful that you also open up to me.”

You two stare at the sky that was now going dark, and yet…

“Hey….Sebastian…?”

He looks at you confused before you gently hug him underneath the umbrella, “Thanks.” You don’t want to explain yourself and when you pull away just to look at him once more, you didn’t realize what your doing.

“I’ll find myself going to visit you once I got free time…. But please warm up once your home.”

You pull away from him before waving goodbye to him walking yourself to the town once more leaving Sebastian alone. You didn’t realize this but….you realize that you almost kissed him. It made your face feel warm from what you just did.

Sebastian on the other hand was speechless, feeling his face becoming warmer. You may not noticed this but he saw you smile for the very first time, and yet he did saw that your face was red up close at that. He finds himself covering his mouth feeling warmer than the cold.

He remembers you being there for him on times like this but was not expecting to feel…romantic towards you. He knows fully well that you have apathy and yet he admired you for one reason, being his solace that he never expected. The time where you invited Sebastian to your house for a relaxing dinner after his argument with his step-dad, he felt guilty when he almost yelled at you for trying to comfort him and yet you let him rest on your house and let him relax in your couch while your taking care of the crops. He did tell you many times that he is sorry but you kept on reassuring him that its completely fine since you knew his living condition.

Not only that you also give him gifts that he never had before, risking your life in the mines to get him a Frozen Tears or Obsidian for him, wasting your time fishing just to give him Sashimi, using your crops and milk to give him Pumpkin Soup, giving him something he never expected like the Frog Egg or Void Egg makes him happy. And you hearing him out on his frustrations he rambled on makes him feel even better, he knows your doing it to please him but he also knows that you are purely genuine with him even in you did not realize it.

Walking his way home, he can feel his heart beating so fast.

Sebastian admitted that he admired you, and yet he DOES worries that you might stress yourself out.

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..

.

He stormed out of his house again but not out of anger or stress, something was giving him a bad feeling. Walking to the mines at night he saw you trying to walk out of the mines but from what he looked at you shock and fear grew within him…

“(FARMER!)”

You were gravely injured, limping slowly as time becomes 2 am. He ran to you straight ahead and captured you to his arms. He check on you with a worried expression on his face and yet you were just unconscious but not dying, he was relieved and yet he needs to make a move.

Carrying you in his arms and walks his way to your house despite how tired he really was, but his priorities is not himself but you. Inside on your house upon arrival he check your injuries and patched it up carefully with your nearby emergency medkit without waking you up. And yet he felt something cool on his hands, it was a frozen tear and he looked at you but you were still asleep.

“For…..Seb….by…”

“….”

He finds himself blushing at that, “….Why must you make me worry at a time like this….” Carefully and gently placing you on the bed before giving you the blanket, he stared at your sleeping face calmly before finding himself learning towards you and yet….he soon realize what he had done and quietly pulled away.

“….But….what if you don’t….”

Sebastian sadly can’t bring himself to kiss you, what if you’re interested in someone else like Sam, Abigail, or others. And yet he instead hold your hand gently before smiling at you, “Get better soon…(Farmer)…” He got up from your bed before quietly walks out of your house before locking it from behind, face still feeling warm and yet he too wanted to kiss you, but…he needs to know your feelings.

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Morning finally comes in 6 am, waking up from the sound you tried to remember what happened to you.

You remembered getting gravely injured while fighting the enemies but quickly escaped to the ladder once you realized that it was almost 2 am, but you didn’t lose anything this time but…. neither your money or items was stolen.

“…”

You are confused the second you check your mailbox but nothing was there, you were expecting someone to let you know but no, nothing.

“But….who….”

Then it hits you, the last person you had seen was Sebastian before you didn't land roughly on the ground. There is only on conclusion, and it was Sebastian that brought you here but nothing was stolen.

"...I need to pay him back..."

The next weeks has passed, you made sure you repay Sebastian but he insist that you really don't need to give him anything. And yet when all hope for you feels a bit lost, one day you got an new mail from Robin and upon reading it....

You immediately knew what gift to give, even tho it feels incomplete you decided to get something extra for his gift, you quickly grabbed a stored pumpkin and fresh milk before going back to the house just to make the perfect gift for him, (even tho he is maxed out).

That autumn night of the was truly the day you repay him completely.

Arriving at his room for a nice chit chat by 3:30 pm, you two had a decent chat before the next was comfortable silence. You watching him programming while assisting him on some codes, he never knew you had talent on programming and thanks to you his job feels more easier than before.

"Say...Sebastian."

He looked at you wondering what you had to say, but was greeted by the delicious pumpkin soup that you had well prepared for him.

Smiling at the gift he gladly accepts it from you.

"I love this! How did you know?"

"Your mom let me learn the recipe just for you."

Sebastian was stunned not knowing that she made good friends with his mom just to help you give him a gift out of the materials you stored. Feeling his hand touching your cheek just to look at him, he knew that you were able to feel better. And when he was about to lean closer he suddenly pulled away blushing as you were speechless at his actions.

It was VERY slow for you to realize it...

You truly love him.

Quickly getting his hand before pulling him a bit closer surprising Sebastian, he was about to say something but you gently kisses his cheek before placing something on his arms.

Pulling away he looked down at the gift.

"!!!!"

Sebastian was blushing alot before looking at you with a warm smile, he knew he admired you just the way you are, getting used to his attitude, knowing how to make him smile, and for the times he get to watch you being beautiful even if it wasn't the case.

"I...I didn't know you feel the same way."

He took a glimpse at you with a smile watching your expression, you normal or depressed look your face was replaced by a gentle smile and yet you are blushing at your own actions towards him.

"...Sorry... That I took a long time to...feel that way."

Sebastian shook his head before pulling you to a hug.

Reminiscing the end of Summer by the Moonlight Jellies, Sebastian manage to take a glimpse at you. Being mesmerized by the blue soft glow, and yet when no one else wasn't paying extra attention he saw your genuine smile. It was one reason why he has gotten soft on you without breaking character. Unfortunately he was not able to see that smile after that, it must have felt like a core memory.

And yet.

"Don't make fun of me. But I never had a girlfriend/boyfriend before."

"I won't, it makes you special just the way I love you."

And yet he won't stop blushing, staring at you lovingly before giving your cheek a gentle kiss.

Ever since that day, you made his day even better when you are by his side. The moment you left his room, he was smiling at the bouquet of romantic flowers before hugging it closer to his chest relishing the moment you two have just now.

And if you are completely very luckily, you will see him staring at you with a smile and a cute blush that got your heart racing.

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Before the beginning of Winter, you ran to the beach shore to do some foraging.

Ever since you become Sebastian's boyfriend stress and pressure has been applying for the both of you, trying to being the perfect maid to the people while doing dangerous tasks takes a deeper toll on you.

Meanwhile Sebastian had to get used to endless nagging, and worse of all his step-dad being completely rude to him which results him to return to his very bad habits.

Sure the both of you meet up in secret but what romantic moment was turned to empty and yet normal relationship, but in one of those times....

"I like you hair."

"!!!"

There are nice and tender moments hiding underneath the waters of the iceberg, despite you feeing the stress, pressure, and painful injuries you still went out of your way just to see him. Sebastian can be worried about you and yet...

"May I have you hand Sebastian?"

Sebastian was confused before lending out his hand to you, "Please, close your eyes." You said before he did what you told him, he felt something cold and yet it was highly different from the gifts. "You may open it now." And just like that, he opened his eyes...

It was a Mermaid's Pendant.

...

..

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Ever since you two were married, Sebastian had never felt THIS HAPPY before. Marrying you was his best decision ever and as a result he lives in your house comfortably.

Plus he get to learn something silly from you. getting insane over the silliest of things, being overall very clingy to him when you go near him.

Sebastian did his very best to quit smoking for real just to live a bit more longer with you, and as a result he felt like his choices are rewarding. You still accept his sudden confessions of being alone, you still made sure you give him gifts, heck you evenly made sure that he gets the love he wanted to receive for so long.

There was money struggles from time to time but he understands since you two kept a nice conversation from time to time, sure he knows that you give gifts to other genders but its different compared how you give him gifts.

Finally one day the house was completely upgraded and he was tempted on the basement but you were pouting at him for that silly suggestion.

But that isn't all...

One rainy day you went home again to check up on Sebastian...

You are normally stoic and yet, that won't stop your heart from beating loudly. knowing the facts that Sebastian is genuinely romantic at random times can sometimes get you insane in love with him all over again.

It made you a blushing mess much to Sebastian's happy reactions from you.

You quickly pulled him closer to give him a hug and kisses that he still desperately needs, the same moment when time was stopped and yet, it was stopped in the most right way possible.

After all...

He still enjoys your company with him even now.

[th3lovely1]

Don't Worry

♡♡♡♡♡

Emily Engstler x Reader

- The team is playing against a big rival of theirs, and one of them ends up hurting you in a game.

- Based on this request!

- Emily almost starts a fight(again. it's fine, tho she's just protective)

- Once again I don't know anything about basketball

♡♡♡♡♡

It was supposed to be a big game today. Your team was going against your biggest rivals, and everyone was getting riled up. The girls were hyping each other up. There was yelling, and everyone was hitting each other on the back.

Emily approaches you with a grin on her face. "Hi, baby.". She pulled you in by your hips. "Hi, my love.". You reciprocate a smile as you wrap your arms around her. "You ready for this game?". She scoffs, "Hell yeah, I am.".

"You love birds better be ready.". Karlie chuckles as she walks by the two. "Fuck off.". You flip her the bird and she turns around, ignoring it. You quickly put your finger down, though, as the coach walks in. "Alright, y'all," they yell, "Let's get this game started!".

The team ran out of the room, everyone hollering and jumping around. Emily stays by you as you two walk together, hand in hand. The opposing team is already on the court when you guys walk in. Most glare as they watch you all walk to your spots.

Emily scowls, "What's their problem?". "Don't mind them, my love," your grip tightens for reassurance, "We're here to play. Just worry about that.". Emily looks at you and softly smiles, "Whatever you say, ma.". She kisses your head before walking to her position.

The other team gets into their spots, and the game soon starts. It's aggressive as the ball is tossed around and goals are made. There's pushing and rude remarks being thrown.

The ball is tossed to Brittney before she passes it to you. You dribble the ball to the goal and do your best to avoid the guards. You successfully get past one, but another follows. She's a bit taller than you, with lanky limbs. She shuffles to block you from going past.

"You ain't nothing compared to me, shortstack," she sneers, "Why not just go back to that girlfriend of yours, huh? I'm sure she can do better than you.". You ignore her comments and duck past her fast enough to move away.

Before you can get far, she moves her foot out. You trip, and the ball falls out of your hands. Your head bangs against the hard floor, and your elbow gets hit. The room starts to spin as things get blurry, and there's a ringing in your ear.

The buzzer blares, and everyone stops. People gasp as your team rushes to you, Emily ahead of the rest. "Baby! Y/n!" she calls. She kneels down by you and lifts your head up in her lap. "You hear me, baby?" she worriedly asks. Her heart races when you don't answer. She looks up from you to the referee. "H-Hey! We need medic!".

Her attention immediately goes back to you, and she gently starts to shake you. "Come on, Y/n. Get up," her voice shakes. Your vision is able to vocus a little, yet everything is still spinning. "Em?" you mumble. She frantically nods her head. "Yeah, it's me, ma. You doing okay?".

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a groan as your head starts to pound. The bright lights glaring in your face. Emily notices this and does her best to shield you from them. "It's okay. I'm here.".

Soon, the medical team come in with a stretcher. Emily carries you onto it and kisses your hand before you're led out the gym. Her demeanor immediately changes once you're gone.

She turns to the player who tripped you. "What the fuck was that, you dick!" she stomps to them. Stefanie and Shakira hold her back from starting anything, but she continues to yell. "Can't play ball, so you gotta trip her! She hit her fucking head!". The player only snickers as she shakes her head and walks away from Emily.

The coach quickly approaches her. "Emily!" She stops her yelling and looks at the coach. Her anger still fuming. "Listen, I know you're angry, but you can't be yelling like that. Just let it out on the court and get the game done quickly.". Emily glances at the player before nodding her head at the coach.

The coach softly smiles and pats Emily on the arm before walking back. The game starts again, and Emily does exactly what the coach told her to do. Let it out on the court. She pushes and shoves for the ball and isn't afraid to bite back.

The team is ahead of the opposing team with only a few seconds left. Emily's at the three-pointer, ready to shoot. "This one's for you, Y/n," she whispers before jumping and shooting the ball in the basket. Everyone begins to cheer and clap for the win.

That doesn't matter to Emily, though. All she wants is to see you. She runs up to the coach, and before she can even ask her question, they nod their head. "Yes, you can go see her. She's in the medical room". Emily quickly thanks her before rushing to the room you're in.

And there you were, laying down on the bed with an ice pack on your head. The lighting in the room was dim to help with your migrane. Emily sighs in relief, and a warm smile appears on her face. You see her walk in and grin, "Hi, love.". "Hey babe, how are you feeling?" she asks, pulling a chair to sit by you.

"My head still hurts a little, but I'm all good," you answer, "I'm just glad you're with me, though. Did we win?". She softly laughs, "Of course we did.". You take her hand and softly kiss it. "Well, I'm glad we did.". Emily rests her head on your lap as she looks at you, a small smile on her face.

You rub her back as the two of you sit in comfortable silence. Just enjoying the presence of each other. "You didn't start a fight with that one girl, right?" You ask her, remembering that she still had to finish the game with them. Emily shrugs her shoulders like it's nothing, "Not really. No one got hurt.".

"Emily!" you chide, "You're gonna get in trouble on day for getting into fights so much.". She smirks in response. "Well, if it's for you, then it's worth it, ma.". You roll your eyes and say, "Whatever," knowing it's better then to say otherwise.

"I mean it," she states, "You mean a lot to me.". "I know you do, babe," you tell her, "And the same goes for you.". "It better," she says, moving closer to you and softly pressing her lips against yours. She pulls away from the kiss but still stays close to you.

"I love you, Em"

"I love you too, Yn"

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— conti cup celebrations | like mother, like daughter

Summary: the day of the conti cup is exciting for young reader.

Pairings: katie mccabe x child reader

"Mammy, Mammy, wake up!" You squeal in excitement, crawling up onto the bed as you make it your mission to wake her up, "Wake up, it's game day!"

You were smart to know that today is a very special game day, the final game in a tournament between your mammy's team and their rivals, Chelsea, but it was exciting because it meant your mammy's team was in within the chance to win the big cup, just like they did last year.

And what's even better this year is that you get to be your mammy's mascot, again!

You didn't care much for the rival team, Chelsea. You have always thought that the players on the team were big bullies, they were always mean when they pushed your mammy onto the ground and you didn't like them for that.

Your mammy is your hero and she always looks so cool when she's on the pitch, you can't wait to watch the game and shout loudly for her and the rest of the girls in the team.

Last year when your mammy won the cup with her team, she drank out of the big special cup, but you were sad that you weren't allowed to drink out of it because only the older girls were allowed to do that.

You hope that this year this year you can do that, after all it's been a whole year since your mammy said that.

"Mammy, wake up!" You continue to nudge her impatiently, still continuing to poke and prod her until she eventually does open her eyes, "You're awake!" You cheer in delight.

"I'm awake," Your mammy groans, slowly opening her eyes to reveal you sitting directly on top of her, "Its' still early, baby. What're you doing up?" she questions.

"It's game day, Mammy! You gots' to wake up!" You squeal in excitement, doing no more than to continue to jump up and down on her stomach.

"The game isn't until much later on, Rascal, remember?" Your mammy reminds you, chuckling in slight amusement as she tries to pull you into her arms with the hope that you'll lie back down and fall asleep beside her, "Why don't you come lie beside Mammy and we can try and sleep for a bit longer?" she suggests.

"No, Mammy. Up now!" Your reluctance to go back to sleep is evident, you don't want to do that and your confused why your mammy doesn't want to get up yet either, "It's game day, Mammy. Up, up!" You repeat loudly.

Your Mammy exhales a small sigh, "Alright, alright. Fine, I'll get up," She mumbles before she turns to take a brief glance at the time on her phone and her eyes almost buldge out of her sockets when she see's that its' barely even 6 yet, "Well, it looks like Mammy's gonna have a long day today then, isn't she?" she speaks aloud.

"Game day, Mammy! Game day! Watch Beff score goal, kick kick!"" You squeal in excitement about the football match before you jump of the bed and race around the carpetted bedroom floor, kicking a pretend football in the air as you throw your hands up in celebration, "Goal!" You cheer loudly.

Your Mammy laughs in amusement as she throws her duvet back, "What about Mammy's goals, huh? Or are they not good enough now?" she jokes.

"Meh, they're alright," You tell her cheekily as you shrug your shoulders, "But I prefer Beff's' instead and Lessi's too, they're so cool, Mammy!" You declare enthusiastically.

"What?" Your Mammy gasps in shock at the abrupt annoucement of your preference to the other girls in the team, "My own kid. I... I feel betrayed," she speaks dramatically, faking her hurt.

"Silly, Mammy. I still loves you the most!" You state, throwing your small arms around her legs, "But Beffs' goals are better!" You insist, trying to soften the blow.

"Your breaking my heart here, you little rascal," Your mammy chuckles, scooping you up into her arms and proceeding to unleash tickles on your stomach, "Come on, lets' go and get some breakfast in that tummy of yours, shall we?"

You let out a sudden squeal as you feel yourself being lifted up of the ground, you're not a fan of being tickled and your Mammy knows this as well, "Ah, M... Mammy! Put me... Put me down!" You shriek in demand, thrashing around in her arms.

Your Mammy laughs in amusement before she places you back down on the floor so you could run downstairs ahead of her, "Careful on the stairs, rascal!" she warns hesistantly, knowing your eagerness to rush around the house and injure yourself sometimes.

"I'm being super duper careful!" You beam a smile at her, cautious of each step on the stairs as your little hand holds onto the bannister, "It's game day! It's game day!" Your shouting is loud enough to wake the entire house, even though your auntie Ella is such a deep sleeper that your Mammy says she won't even wake up during an earthquake.

You wanted to test the theory when your Mammy told you that, so you tried to wake her up once by jumping on her but she didn't even stir.

You guess your Mammy was right after all.

"Hold on a minute, rascal," Your Mammy shouts aloud, trying to stop you rushing off once you both arrive at the training centre, however, your little legs' are already running off to try and find the rest of the girls.

More especially Beth and Viv, two of your favourite people.

You didn't really like rules sometimes, they are boring to stick to sometimes but in your defence, your Mammy let go off your hand and that's a rookie error to do.

"A-ha, I've gotcha!" You are suddenly lifted off the ground much to your disappointment, "And where do you think that you're running off to then?" The familiar voice of your Mammy's new girlfriend, Caitlin questions, curiously.

"Ah, no, no-- Put me... Put me down!" You immediately thrash about in the older girls arms, not happy at all now you had the disadvantage to run around like you wanted to do, "Put me down, Caitlin. I... I don't want you!" You whine in protest.

"Ah, what the-- Did you... Did you just bite me?" Caitlin exclaims, feeling the sudden sharp nip on her arm as she looks at you in her arms before she looks back at her skin where there's a fresh set of tiny teeth marks now.

"Maybe, but I did tell you to put me down so its' your fault," You shrug your shoulders and feign your innocence.

"There you are, little rascal," Your Mammy finally catches up to you, seeing you were in Caitlins' arms, "Hi, Cait," She fondly smiles at her girlfriend and you can't help but wrinkle your face up in disgust.

It's not like you didn't like your Mammy's new girlfriend, she was funny and she did play with you most of the time, but you still wish that your Mammy and Mama were still together and you could be a family.

Things were different now and you didn't cope well with change, you didn't like how things were now.

"Someone looks tired?" Caitlin jokes, noting the clear exhaustion in your Mammy's face.

Your Mammy chuckles slightly, "Well that's because somebody wanted to get up at 6, didn't they?" She diverts her look in your direction and you can't help but pout, you only wanted to get up and get ready for the game.

"Mammy! Caitlins' bein' mean!" You complain with wide eyes full of accusation as Caitlin finally places you back down on the floor.

"She's being mean? How so?" Your Mammy wonders curiously, kneeling down to your level before she glances up to look at her girfriend in amusement.

"She wouldn't put me down, so I bit her!" You confess almost proudly, crossing your arms defiantly.

"What?" Your Mammy furrows her eyebrows in shock, "Rascal, you don't people. We've already spoken about this before, haven't we, hm?" She scolds you gently, trying to stifle her laughter.

"I do, Mammy, but Caitlin still bein' mean picking me up!" You insist, pouting.

Your Mammy exhales a sigh and shakes her head, "What do we say?" She prompts you to apologise, raising her eyebrow.

Why is your Mammy taking her side? Now she's being mean as well.

"Mammy," You whine in frustration.

"Y/N," Your mammy chides, giving you a pointed look.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you let out a little dramatic huff in protest before begrudingly turning to Caitlin, "Sorry, I bit you... But it was your own fault cos' I did warn you," You mumble innocently, not ready to quite admit your defeat yet.

"Mammy," You tug nervously at her hand as you can hear the loud noise around the stadium from the fans.

Crouching down to your level, she looks at you, "What's the matter, rascal? Is it too loud for you?" she wonders.

"Its' loud," You mumble, clutching a hold of her hand.

You should be used to this level of noise from fans, you've been a mascot for your Mammy, your Mama and the rest of the girls plenty of times.

It still didn't make you like it though.

"Do you want me to pick you up? Its' not too late to go and sit with your Auntie Ella if you're feeling nervous about walking out with me," Your Mammy tries to figure out the solution to the problem.

"Up, please," You ask nicely, lifting your arms up in the air and without much hesitance, your Mammy does exactly that so you're now tall enough to be able to see the rest of the girls.

"That better?" Your Mammy questions, smiling at you kindly.

"Better," You shyly bury your face in her top, almost as if to try and hide from everyone else out there.

"You're not going shy now, are you, huh? Just a few more minutes and then we'll be walking out," Your Mammy explains, keeping a safe hold of you in her arms, "Then you can go and sit with your auntie to watch the game," She adds.

"No goal again," You huff in protest and slump back against your aunties' chest where you have been perched on her lap for majority of the game, waving the silly little fan that you were given to occupy yourself.

So at least that was amusing to do and you had a blast waving it around.

"Just be patient, kiddo," Your auntie, Ella, chuckles while sensing your overall frustration since the majority has been the same way.

Most of the game in your opinion wasn't that eventful nor was it pyshical enough, you had a moment when Chelsea nearly scored you wanted to jump off your aunties' lap and run onto the pitch to riot , but your auntie already was a few steps ahead and had a tight grip on the back of your shirt, already predicting the moment.

The scariest moment in the game was when Frida went down right in front of your eyes, however, being the young age that you were, you just thought she wanted to take a nap on the pitch like you did sometimes, "Silly, Frida. Why's she sleepin' now when there's a game to play?" You couldn't help but ask innocently.

"I guess... I guess she's tired," Ella makes up the excuse quickly, trying her best to shield your eyes away from what is going on, but you don't miss how eerie the silence was in the stadium followed by your Mammy's yelling.

Even though your eyes were covered by your aunties' hand, you still recognise it because you've heard it enough times, non of its' ever directed to you though unless its' when your in danger.

"Wanna see," You whine and try push your aunties' hands' away that are covering your own eyes, you don't know what's going on around you now but it seems a bit scary.

You don't really know or understand what's going on around you, but you're doing your best to be able to see what is happening. You don't like the way that your Mammy yelled that loud, but regardless of it all, your auntie refused to let up on the decision to shield you away from it until play is resumed on the field.

"Goal!" You shout in triumph as you watch Stina score the winning goal in the 116th minute of the game and the whole stadium errupts in noise straight away, "Stina scored! Stina scored-- Auntie Ella, did you see it?" Your buzzing with excitement and have to check that your Auntie witnessed it as well.

"I did see that, kid," Ella chuckles as she watches your enthusiasm.

"We've won!" You shout loudly for your auntie and everyone else around to hear, you didn't care much about the volume of your voice as the girls had won the game and you were to excited to care about everyone else's opinions. "Mammy won! The girls won!" You continue to shout, eager to already get away from your seat and in the direction of the pitch.

"They have won, you're right," Ella chuckles, not minding you jumping up and down on her lap in your excitement.

"That means they'll win the big trophy, doesn't it?" You turn your attention back to your auntie, "I can't wait to see that!" You exclaim.

"Hopefully, short stack," Ella nods at your question, although nothing is completely guaranteed as anything could happen in the final minutes of the extra time in the game.

Thankfully, you didn't have to wait all that long before the game ended and the celebrations could begin.

"They won! They won!" You cheer loudly, shifting from your spot on your aunties' lap to the empty seat beside as you jump up and down in glee, you were very excited to see them win the game in the end.

"They did win, short stack," Your auntie agrees happily, grinning and clapping her hands in celebration.

"Mammy!" You cheer and throw yourself into her arms as she walks over to you, donned with a big medal wrapped around her neck that looks super cool to you, "Mammy, you won!" You repeat excitedly.

"We did, my little rascal," Your Mammy grins and engulfs you in a hug before she sweeps you up into her arms with such ease like she hasn't just played a full blown 120 minutes on the pitch, "You like the medal?" she questions.

"Looks cool. I wear it, please?" You ask her hopeful, you didn't care if it was heavy or not.

Your Mammy luckily enough didn't think twice about it before she took it from her neck and placed it around your own, "Be careful it's a bit heavy," she chuckles before she grins and motions for you to point in the direction of the camera where your auntie doesn't hesitate to snap a quick photo of the moment.

"Bit heavy," You repeat in a whining tone as you lift it up and look at it in awe, "We go on pitch now and celebrate?" You wonder, curiously.

"Well I couldn't celebrate on my own now, could I?" Your Mammy chuckles, already thinking ahead as she carries you onto the pitch to join in with the celebration with the rest of the girls and the big fancy cup.

With that being said, you soon end up involved in the rest of the celebrations, happy enough to run in between the rest of the girls with an Ireland flag wrapped around you while you giggle your head off.

"Can I drink it?" You question innocently, looking in the direction of the big cup and watching as its' passed around the girls.

You don't miss the laughter that comes from your Mammy and a few of the other girls, "Not until you're a bit older. This drink is for the older girls only," She explains.

"But Mammy, you said that last year. I'm 4 now, I'm a big girl!" You state in protest, an adorable pout plastered on your lips, "Can I please try it?" You ask the question.

"Shes' got you there Katie," Leah pipes in, chuckling in amusement at your point that you were technically older.

"Indeed she does," Steph adds in.

"Much much older than you are now," Your Mammy clarifies, shaking her head, "You, rascal, are way too smart sometimes, huh?" She jokes.

"North London Forever!" You shout the lyrics to the familiar song at the top of your voice, safely in the arms of your Mammy as all the girls stand in a line and celebrate with the fans, "Whatever the weather, these streets are own!" You continue to belt out the lyrics and have the time of your life, living in the moment of the celebrations.

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post celebrations with some of my favourite people, including my own little rascal ❤️

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[alessiathepirate]

Until Dawn

A SMALL JOY: Josh Washington x fem!reader

Summary: Taking Dr Hill's advice, Josh and his lover go up to the lodge and look through all the things his sisters had left behind - after an interesting find she does her best to take his mind off the sadness he's experiencing.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

To be honest, Until Dawn is still one of my favourite horror games. Thanks to the game I found my favourite YouTube channel, my English improved a lot because I wanted to understand every word, and I have a huge crush on Rami Malek to this very day. Me and my friends were obsessed with him the time the game came out, and soon started to watch more of his work together.

Josh Washington was one of my first fictional crushes, I could defend him for years without getting tired and I drew him so many times I actually learned how to draw portraits correctly.

There's a gameplay I like to rewatch every year, because of the great memories I have connected to it. I always fall in love with Josh Washington once again - and thanks to that tradition, I started to write for him as well.

Warnings: a bit of swearing, mentioned depression and loss, mentioning the Washington sisters' disappearance and/or death

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° "(...) We would come up in the summer and we would have the best time. The whole family was there - mom, dad, my sisters. It was some serious competition out there on the big lawn... I don't know. Can't go back. New reality." °

She listens carefully, noticing every little pitch or drop in Josh's voice as he speaks - and as he puts down the baseball bat all she can think about is grabbing him and pulling him into a hug, a tight one, the kind that is both loving and comforting. She watches him, she examines his every little move and her heart aches every single time she finds a new sign of sadness.

She hates it.

She hates that look on his face. She hates that change in his voice. She hates that he feels alone. She hates that the whole case is making him go crazy. She hates that nothing is certain and he can't even grieve.

She hates that he had to change so much; that he had to become this depressed because of some stupid, messed up prank their friends had decided to pull on his sister.

He didn't deserve any of it. He doesn't deserve any of it. None of the Washington kids do.

Coming up here was already hard - back to the mountain where Hannah and Beth disappeared, where they played around like stupid teenagers do. Dr Hill said it's for the best - Josh needs some closure, some proof that he needs to slowly start to move on. She thinks it's bullshit - Josh thinks so too. It won't be easy to put yourself through something like this.

But regardless, they came. They are here now, looking through the rooms, the basement...

The memories are hurting her - and if she as a friend is hurting this badly than Josh must suffer a lot.

"Teach me." the words suddenly burst out before she can stop them, wanting to make Josh concentrate on something else - not wanting him to get lost in his own mind.

"What?" the question is loud in the basement.

"Teach me how to play." she continues on, feeling unsure like she tries to cross a very thin and sensitive line. "I've never played baseball before."

"It's been a while since I did so." Josh starts to explain, his gaze falling on the bat he put down. "You really- want to?"

She steps closer to him slowly, carefully, as if she tries to get close to a very scared and wounded animal. She touches his arm, her fingers hold him as her thumb brushes along his skin in an up and down motion. She leans towards him, her face touching his shoulder as she presses a kiss to the area what isn't covered by his t-shirt.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." she whispers. "I know it's not-" she holds that thought and says something else instead: "I just haven't seen you play yet and I want to join in."

Josh looks at her over his shoulder, he looks at her as she tries to smile even if her eyes stay sad. He watches her like she's the only thing he has left, like she's the only person who matters anymore. He looks at her and feels something break inside, realizing that she really is the only one who he has.

"All right." he says and when he sees her eyes change a tiny bit - showing a bit of happiness - he feels his heart flutter. It makes him feel better, it makes him want to touch her too, putting his hand over hers - over the one which is still clinging onto his arm. "As long as you promise me you won't accidentally hit yourself with the bat."

And there's what he wanted to see - her expression changes, playful offence takes the sadness' place and she gently hits his back.

"Hey! I wouldn't do that."

"You totally wouldn't." his sarcasm earns him another punch and despite the situation and the place, he feels like he got something back.

The last time they bickered like this was half a year ago, the night his sisters had disappeared. They drank and played around until they started to make out in the kitchen, only stopping when Chris stepped inside the room wanting some booze for himself.

As they climb the stairs hand in hand they both feel somewhat relieved. They found a kind of small joy, a bit of happiness - something what they had left here months ago. Josh chuckles when she trips and almost falls, she feels excited as he hands her the baseball bat outside.

"Since there're only the two of us here, I think it's best I teach you how to hit the ball and not yourself."

"I'm not that clumsy Mister!" she tries to sound offended, but it doesn't work.

"I know you too well, girl; and I don't trust you with that at all."

Josh stands behind her, keeping a gentle hold on both of her arms as he explains how to stand and how to hold the bat. She chuckles when he playfully tickles her and this time she doesn't feel guilty about laughing. Before he lets go of her to throw the ball, he gives her a short hug and presses a kiss into the crook of her neck.

She misses the first time...

and the second time; and the third time...

She misses and Josh laughs and she thinks it's the most beautiful sight she's ever seen.

They change positions after a while and no matter how she throws, Josh never misses - not even once. He hits the ball every single time and it flies and lands far away.

She has the feeling that in that very moment, doing that very thing they both feel somewhat complete. She feels like Josh's smiles are honest, his laughs are honest and she forgets about Dr Hill and his stupid advice.

"No shit you like to play it." she says after a while as the both of them are lying in the grass, her head resting on Josh's arm. "It is fun."

"Believe me darling, it is much more fun when you actually hit the ball." his voice has a teasing edge to it and for a moment she thinks about turning towards him and hitting him playfully once again - but she doesn't.

Instead - hoping to get something more, trying to get a kind of good change out of him, she says: "I will, after a bit more training. You'll teach me, I have no doubt about that."

Josh turns towards her, gently touching her face and playing with her hair. She tries to read his face and she realizes that he understands what she's playing at. She wonders if he'll get upset or sad... but she gets an answer pretty quickly.

"I will - of course I will. You'll be the best player in this damn country."

The muscles in her face twitch and she feels like she'll cry. It's been so long, so long since Josh smiled and laughed that now seeing it again feels like a whole new experience. She doesn't want to leave the place or the moment. It's too nice.

"Better than you?"

"Way better." he promises and lets go of the lock of hair he's been playing with. "I love you, you know that, right?"

She feels frozen at the question and starts to wonder where it's coming from. The doubt in his voice, the softness in his eyes... He deserves the world, he deserves everything in it and he deserves to know that he does enough for her - she feels his love and every single emotion and action it causes.

"Of course I do... I know." she promises. "I love you too. And I'm here for you, no matter what."

It's her turn to lean in and she kisses him, making sure the kiss is soft and calm. She wants to make him feel whole and safe. She wants him to be happy.

They lay back down and stay quiet for a bit, enjoying the sunlight and the light summer breeze. She feels like she could melt. Melt into the feeling and moment forever, without ever getting bored.

"You know," Josh starts suddenly, his voice soft and unsure. "it's been a while since I've taken you out on a date."

"It's fine, Josh. These past months weren't exactly the best."

"No... I know." for a few moments he stays silent, not knowing what to say. "All I want to say is I have a few movies here we can watch and we can have a nice time before we-"

"-go back to them." she finishes, understanding what he means.

Them. All the friends, all the family members and pals who show an annoying amount of pity. All of those people who try to comfort Josh when doesn't want to do anything with them. The people who make him feel worse than better.

"I'd love that." she smiles at him as he turns towards him and hugs him. "But no horror."

"No horror." Josh nods.

It wouldn't be good for either of them.

She kisses his shoulder as they get going, stretching their muscles, before climbing the stairs to go and find the movies Josh was talking about.

As they look over his DVDs while hugging, all she can think about is how unfair life is, because Josh doesn't deserve any of the problems life threw at him...

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hello there!! It’s 🦐 anon back at it again and I have another request if that’s okay.

I don’t know what character limit is the max, but could I have some headcanons for when Jeff, Toby and ben have a crush obsession on someone (reader) , but they discover they’re already dating someone else? What would they do? (Seperately)

If you can’t do 3, only doing Jeff and ben is fine! Just thought of this idea and you’re one of my favourite writers that’s active in here, so I came to you!! Have fun if you end up writing this. Have a lovely day.

-🦐

It's always ok to ask for stuff! And don't worry about character limit because i think the absolute most id be willing to do is maybe 10 per ask

Also it makes me smile to see that im one of someone's favorite writers 💞💞

Tw: stalking and obsessive behavior

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff

Jeff doesn't really like people all that much

And as we know, he is very self absorbed

So if he actually finds himself enjoying you, let alone loving you, he assumes that you should automatically love him as well

He spends every second he can watching you through your windows, learning your schedule, all of your favorite things, etc, etc

And eventually, he builds up enough courage to sneak into your house while you are away

He smells your clothes, cherishing the heavenly scent

He steals one of your t-shirts and steals your toothbrush (definetly not to brush his own teeth with)

He snags your perfume/cologne as well, so that he can always smell like you

And with all of his treasures in his pockets, he sneaks back out

He continues this cycle for weeks until one day, you bring someone else home with you

"One of their friends" he tells himself, jealousy already boiling in his heart

But when he sees you look up at them with your gorgeous eyes, and sees you kiss them, he snaps

He is seeing red as he breaks through the window, killing your partner in cold blood

He feels betrayed, how could you do something like this to him?

He ends up knocking you out, and bringing you back to his home, where he ties you to his bed and waits for you to wake up

Because you have got some major explaining to do...

Toby

Toby finds himself feeling like a lost puppy around you

He loves you, oh lord he loves you

But he can't have you know that yet

If you were to see him, see the things he's done, that'd scare you off for sure

And so he watches you from afar

He watches you when you go to work, he watches you as you head home, he sits closely by you when you're at a resteraunt

He doesn't ever allow himself to break into your home (unlike SOMEONE on this list 😒)

But if you ever drop something, say, a piece of trash, or maybe something falls out of your pocket, he swarms all over that

He has a special little drawer in his nightstand full of all of the things he's collected from you

But lately, he's been noticing a...shift...in your schedule

Meeting the same person over and over again, until one day, his worst fears are confirmed

As you make your plans with them, you share a sweet kiss and walk away, holding hands as you do so

This breaks him

He can feel his heart aching, as he knows that he's lost you

He blames it on himself "if I had just talked to them sooner"

He can't bring himself to hurt them, though

And, they can't be all that bad if they make you happy

And so, he allows this person to keep dating you, continuing to stalk you from the shadows, waiting for the day that you leave them, and his chance will be presented again

BEN

Ben has a....knack, for finding people

It's almost like scrolling through the front page of social media to him

Scrolling past an endless sea of countless faces, watching videos, playing games, streaming, etc

But one day, he found you

Your gorgeous face entranced him almost immediately

And by the end of the first five minutes of just staring at you, he knew that he needed you

He comes back to you, day after day, saving all that you watch in his own personal playlist

If you like video games, he will know, and he will send you all of the games you could ever want

You don't know where they're coming from, but you aren't complaining

He occassionally peers through your electronics cameras, and just watches you sleep

You look so nice and cozy, he wishes he could be there with you, holding you, keeping you safe

And one day, he notices a new person coming into the picture

A....romantic interest of yours

He can't have that.

And so he hacks them. He leaks their adress, he posts life ruining things on their socials, even going as far as to make them think that you are doing these things, making them hate you and putting more and more strain on your relationship

Eventually, you break up, unknowing that BEN was behind it all

And he's been sending you love messages along the way

Little gifts he knows youd like too

And now he can make himself known to you, as an angel, a savior, rather than the monster that had ruined your relationship with your partner

[pennyellee]

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LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, smut, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, yandere, threatening, kidnapping, partial religious behaviour, graphic violence, graphic depictions of torture, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, angst, implied non-con, minor character death, spanking, blood, gaslighting (more to be added)

word count: 655

author’s note: yaaaaaay!! can't believe I actually made it to post a fanfic I desperately wanted to write for two whole years now. I am very much excited to share this preview from one of the chapters ♥ I'm rising from the dead when it comes to writing fics, so excuse any ridiculous mistake I make, I'll always try to look into it backwards. Lastly a big thank you goes to Bex @chaoticpuff17 who not only inspired me to write but constantly showed me love and support, therefore I would love to express my unending gratitude and admiration, love you baby ♥ lots of love, 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖞𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊

m.list CHAPTER I

“You crave the throne don’t you?” she asked cocking her head and chin defiantly, her narrowed eyes fixed on him. “I want you too.” She chuckled at his response. “I'm merely a convenient excuse, am I not?” Y/N smiled too sweetly. “You���ll kill m—” he rose from his chair, not even letting her finish. Grabbing her by her shoulders in steel grip with a penetrating gaze.

The fragile cup slipped from her trembling hands and shattered on the floor, a nearby maid prepared to clean up the shattered shards. “Leave us!” he barked at the startled girl, his voice filled with anger. Y/N's eyes widened. He was even more aggressive and intimidating than before.

“I could—” his voice seething with fury, “— I could gather man and slaughter your entire clan keeping you as a trophy, a symbol of my power.” The threat hung in the air, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Fear was coursing through her, yet she resisted letting it control her.

“Matter of fact—” he continued, his grip tightening on her shoulders, eliciting a whimper of pain from her, “—you will be a symbol of the magnitude my power has, no matter if your father and family remain alive. So it’s on you. The fate of your kin rests in your hands. Their survival hinges on your decisions and how well you’ll cooperate.” He tightened his grip again, eliciting another whimper of pain from her.

“But I will never dispose of you.” he growled through gritted teeth, his tone a mixture of possessiveness and frustration. Gathering her courage, she managed to speak again, her voice trembling but filled with resolve.

“You cannot manipulate me like this. You think I’ll fall for this fucked up scheme? I have spent my entire life under the orders of others, forbidden from making choices for myself! And you have the audacity to use my innocence thinking I will willingly crawl into your bed and love you like a devoted lover.” Venom in her voice and the desperate tone made fall for her even more.

“I've only recently met you, so spare me your attempts to deceive me that you’re being my saviour.” Y/N has enough fire to still conquer and fight him back. “I refuse to be a passive participant in this game.” She shall not take it lying down.

“I'm giving you a choice—” he asserted, his voice laced with a dangerous undertone “—either you’ll walk down the aisle to me or there will be a bloodshed. I won’t send you back to your father nor will I relinquish you easily.” His eyes locked onto hers, and she could see the darkness consuming his pupils when anger consumed him.

“Call it love, obsession, or whatever you please, but no matter what imbecile attempts you make to fight or flee, we will inevitably end up together nonetheless," he declared with conviction. Was this the fate God had laid out for her? Her faith wavered, and if he didn't provide assistance soon she shall forbid him altogether.

“You just want to fuck m—” he cut her off abruptly, his voice low and seductive.

“I can either fuck you hard or I can make love to you,” said he, whilst setting her left arm free and sliding his to her thigh, caressing it sweetly.

Breathing started to become harder for Y/N. Unfamiliar sensations welled up in her lower belly whilst his touch was sending shivers through her body. Was this attraction? Excitement? Mother told her this is how love is supposed to feel like. Butterflies in her stomach. But she certainly wasn't in love with her captor.

He sensed her confusion and distress. Leaving her fall back to the chair. Finally letting her breathe freely. Yoongi sat back to his chair, collecting himself and his three peace suit he wears today.

“Loss of words, innit?” He chuckled.

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coming soon CHAPTER I

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disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

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[onlyrains]

HERE YOU ARE, A HERO — SJY

♬—now playing: niki - anaheim

“no. don't say anything.” you step backward.

“why?”

“you know the answer, jake,”

he moved closer. “then say it to my face, y/n.”

“don’t make me start.”

“did we even start anything?”

“you know that's not what i meant,” you take a deep breath.

it's always like this. this kind of conversation isn't new to you and jake, actually. the thing between you two started two years ago, when you were in the worst state of mind and let him guide you through it. if only you could say it out loud, you would declare to the world that he is indeed your savior. the one and only sim jake. 

it was all fun and games with him until you noticed there's something tucked away and trying to interfere with everything you've had. and no, you can’t accept it. you don’t deserve it.

he confesses to you a couple times and always wear heart on his sleeve. it’s not like you don’t like him, but it does burden you the most. 

as it is today, the main topic of your argument was about the scholarship he got at his dream university. he always talked about it since it was the same uni his parents went to. he must continue the legacy, he said. it warms your heart hear him sharing his dream with his parents—sometimes, it does hurts too, but you know it just the grudge you've been holding for years.

but then, when you said you have no interest to take a master degree nor move in with him, he suddenly plans to decline it. he's going to ignore his dream just because you.

you laughed silently. like, how could you?

“i don’t understand, y/n. i truly don’t.”

you gulp a lump in your throat. “me either, jake.”

if you had a chance to change a thing in the world right now, it would be your feelings towards him. not about your broken family, not even about him that made you almost lose your mind. you would've chosen jake over everything, to love him the loudest.

“we can work it out, y/n, please. let me—”

“we can't.” you bowed your head down, unable to make a single eye contact with him anymore. it doesn’t usually like this. you used to be stoic about whatever you faced with him. you used to know how to divert the topic to a lighter one then run away from the real thing.

you swear with all of your life, you want to leave him behind and start a new chapter with jake like he always wanted. but you haven't had the work done. you have yet to learn to escape from his grip and let yourself live the way you want. 

“i’m sorry.” you muttered.

you feel his body heat approaching you slowly. his shoulder shielding you from the sunset lights, making your toes try harder to grip the sand underneath. 

you wish you could choose to die in this moment with him, with the orange hue illuminating half of his face, with the urge to kiss him goodbye.

“you're everything to me, jakey.”

“stop calling me that if it means nothing to you.”

“you mean the world.” he tilted your chin to look up at him.

“you always wanted to watch the sunset at this beach, didn't you?”

you nod twice. “yes.” with you. 

“i always try to grant your wishes, right?”

you nod.

“i always treat you right, don’t i?”

you nod.

“so when things started to go wrong? i'd do anything for you, y/n.”

“there. exactly right there. i remember you told me you'd do anything, you'd kill for me. that was when it all went wrong.”

he was startled. “are you kidding me?”

“jake, i’m not done with myself,”

“i can be a company like i always do. we can stay like this.”

you groan out of frustration. “you don’t understand.”

he brought his face closer. “i don’t, so tell me.” he whispered with chattering teeth. eyes glued on your lips.

your breath hitched when he brushed his lips on your chapped one. 

you let him. you surely, gladly, let him. in fact, he is the only person you allowed to cross your boundaries. 

his touch does move your body, but not necessarily with something within you. sometimes all you want to do is hit your head on the nearest wall for being such an ungrateful idiot, while it is not like something you could easily control too.

a few seconds passed, he finally captured your lips perfectly in his. he kissed you slow, cupped your cheeks and tried pouring out all his feelings into it. 

you return it with a steady tempo as your thumbs rubbed his neck lovingly. he really is your lifesaver, your everything. you couldn’t imagine these past year without him beside you. but it would be even more unimaginable if he stayed with you like this. wasting himself for a broken soul like you. 

you don’t know when you will heal. you don’t even know if this can be healed, or do you even want it to be healed? you don’t know. but it's clear, he deserves everything and you don’t deserve him.

the wound your father left, the hole that person made in you, are the two most uncertain things in your life and you wouldn’t let jake go through the same thing just because he’s with you.

so, if a goodbye kiss was a real thing, that is what you were trying to do. because all you have with him is basically an endless loop and one of you really needs to stop it and that person should be you.

after a moment of heaven, he pulls away breathlessly. you grip the hem of his shirt and glanced at the polaroid of him smiling you took previously. you may keep that one.

you stare into his sparkly eyes. if only he knew what's inside your mind, it would be so easy. so you decide to return to the main topic that was previously forgotten, “i'll think about moving,” —by lying.

he beams. “god, are you serious?”

“but don’t expect too much,” you smile bitterly. 

he shook his head. “no, thank you.” he said as he lifted you up and hugged you tightly.

you ruffled his hair. “you have to take it no matter what my decision is. don’t me mind me, puppy.”

“nonsense. i’ll always consider you in everything.”

well, he is definitely going to hate you. 

a/n: just thinking about something new and here it is… hope you like it… bc im not sure either…

[acidxinxwonderland]

Heyoo, Im needy for some angst, so can I get "how the glamrocks would react to accidentally hurting them"? Like for example roxy accidentally scratching them, or Monty losing control with his anger?? You don't have too tho!!! Thank you :)

This is a VERY late response to this ask, I apologize! This sounds like a very fun, yet also sad idea. Let's start, shall we? Starting least angsty to most.

TW: Choking, slight blood, shoving, head getting bonked, just overall angsty for the last two.

Glamrock Chica

During night watch you hear rummaging in the kitchen, steeling your nerves and going to check, Chica is there going through the trash.

She bawks and throws a can straight at your head

"Oh my stars?! Are you alright?"

She feels incredibly guilty, keeping you company through the shift

She constantly checks the growing bump on your forehead

The next night, you find a neatly packaged cupcake. The perfect apology

Glamrock Freddy

Freddy is having a slight malfunction in his arm. You are the one to repair him.

"Please be cautious. I feel... Strange."

You weren't cautious. You failed to reconnect a wire.

With a roar you've never heard before, the wind is knocked out of your lungs from a great force. It wasn't until you are on the ground that you realized he used his other arm to shove you away.

There is a stunned silence that falls between you too. He can't believe he did such a thing, he felt as if he wasn't in control. He hates being out of control.

"Superstar, I am so sorry." Remorse is heavy in his tone, reaching out to you with the hand that just pushed you away.

You're bewildered, out of all the animatronics, Freddy has never laid a hand on you in such an aggressive way, you shrink from his touch.

Watching you shrink away, his hand closes, simulating a sigh as he his head falls. "I don't know what came over me. I..." He trails off.

Your eyes soften, getting up from your spot on the ground. "It's alright bud, you told me to be cautious."

As you continue working on him you have to constantly reassure him that you didn't see him any differently. Although for the next few weeks whenever he brought his hand up near you, you can't stop yourself from flinching away.

He can't bear seeing you afraid of him. Although it takes you weeks to get over it, it takes him months upon months.

Roxanne Wolf

On patrol once again, you hear crying off in the distance while roaming down the large, dark corridors of the Pizzaplex. The closer you get, the easier it was to make out. It was Roxy...

You urge on until you reach the staff's bathroom, entering to see the animatronic wolf near a mirror, covering her eyes as she let out heart wrenching sounds.

"Roxy...?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her hands are quick to fall from her face, staring at you through the mirror with glowing eyes. "What are you doing here?! Get out."

There is nothing but concern on your face as you walk towards her with slow steps, as if trying to sooth a cornered animal.

Getting in her space was your worst mistake. "I said get out!" She pivots towards you, swinging her arm at and you thought it was game over.

Your eyes screwed tight, you didn't even realize. As you slowly open them, relieved to know you are alive, you feel warmth trickle down your cheek, dripping down onto your uniform.

You both now stare at each other in complete disbelief. Roxy takes a step forward, labored breath leaving her voice box, something you've never heard before.

"I..." Her voice falters, reaching up to collect some of the blood on her finger. "I didn't mean to."

She hurt her number one, it didn't matter what she was upset about before. How could she do this to you of all people?

You grab her large hand, tears welling up in your eyes as you try to push past your own feelings. "I know you didn't Roxy."

You stayed in the bathroom all night, sitting on the sinks counter while she sunk down onto her knees in front of you. You stroked her hair as she cried, her head resting on your lap. You barely understand what she says through her sobs besides murmured apologies.

Montgomery Gator

You were tasked to check on Monty during one of his many melt downs

He was in a rage due to an argument with Freddy, yelling and punching the wall

You are petrified as you go into his green room

He immediately senses your arrival, halting for a moment to stare at you with eyes filled to the brim with unbridled rage. There was simulated huffs coming from him, as if he was ready to attack any moment.

"What are you doing here brat?"

Monty sees you as a close friend, one of the only people he trusted in the Pizzaplex. He didn't want you to see him like this.

"I'm here to help."

"Help?" His fists clench at his side. "Who said I wanted any help?"

"Well... Management sent me in but I also-"

Your words are cut off from a loud growl of distress. He was hurt, hurt by the fact that you didn't come here on your own terms and angry at management to send you in when he knew he was out of control.

He punches a hole in the wall, he can feel his fingers malfunctioning. It was as painful as it could be for something made of metal. "God damn it!"

He can't hurt you, he can't hurt you, he can't. He would never forgive himself, he won't do it.

It was as if he blacks out, and once he comes to, his hand is around your neck and you're up against the wall.

You're struggling to breath, suspended in the air as you weakly claw at his forearm.

He sees that pleading look in your eyes, and never has he been more terrified.

He lets go of you, you fall to the ground on your knees, gasping out.

Monty sees those marks on your neck, he sees the damage he has done. He can't believe he would ever do such a thing, not to you. You. He...

He hates himself for it.

"Leave."

You don't think twice, managing to get up on your feet and stumbling out of the green room as you massage the forming bruise on your skin.

He sits there in the green room, quiet as quiet can be as he thinks about what he has done. He looks down at the hand, remembering feeling your pulse against his finger tips.

He has to stay away from you now. He must. The only one he could trust. Yet he lost yours, and there was no coming back from it.

[zesty4zenin]

Hi Pebblesss! I’ve never done a request before so hopefully this is okay ^_^

I was wondering if you could do a yandere Nanami with fem! Reader who was all bark and bite when he first kidnapped her. Spitting curses at him and trying to escape every chance she got, until she finally just gave up. Becoming his pliant little dove and eventually falling for him. Maybe a bit of smut at the enddd? :333

“𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞.”

YANDERE!KENTO NANAMI X FEM!READER

In which Kento acts on his feelings.

WARNINGS: Smut, Kidnapping

"YOU ASSHOLE!”

Kento sighed deeply as you hurled another curse at him, tightly wrapping yourself in the blanket of what he now considered 'your' room. The room, once unfamiliar, was now filled with your scent and presence, making it a sanctuary for him, but a prison for you.

You despised him. Your life had been perfectly fine at home, surrounded by your belongings, your memories, your freedom. So why did he have to ruin everything?

But what you didn't know was that Kento had his reasons.

He was in love with you. From the moment he first saw you during your first year at Jujutsu High, he knew you were the one. Your kindness, your strength, your smile – they all captivated him. Fearful that something might happen to you in the dangerous world of sorcerers, he took matters into his own hands.

He had informed the higher-ups that you had retired from active duty, concocting a plausible story. Then, under cover of darkness, he brought you to his home, a place he deemed safe and secure.

But it seemed you couldn't comprehend his feelings.

"Take me home, Kento! I want to go back to my own house," you demanded, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation as you threw a pillow at him.

Kento caught the pillow with ease, his expression softening as he looked at you. "I can't do that," he replied softly, placing the pillow gently on the bed. "I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to you out there. You're safe here with me." His tone was gentle, yet resolute, as he tried to convey the depth of his emotions.

"You don't get it, do you?" you snapped, your eyes burning with tears. "Fuck this and fuck you."

Kento stepped closer, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. "I know you hate me right now, but I did this because I love you. I can't risk losing you to this cruel world. I won't let anything happen to you."

You turned away from him, frustration bubbling over. "You can't just decide what's best for me. I had a life, Kento. Friends, a home. You took all that away."

"I know," he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper. "But in time, you'll understand. Everything I did, I did for you. To protect you."

You remained silent, your heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Deep down, a part of you could see the sincerity in his eyes, but the overwhelming sense of betrayal clouded your judgment.

THE NEXT FEW DAYS…

Kento was getting annoyed.

Don't get him wrong, he still loved you very much, but this little game you kept playing was getting old very fast.

"Let me go! Let me go!" you squealed, struggling in his firm grasp, your hands pushing futilely against his arms in a desperate bid for freedom.

Once again, Kento had caught you trying to escape. You'd lost count of how many times you'd attempted to run away this month alone, each time hoping that maybe, just maybe, you'd succeed.

"Sweetheart, I've told you this before, it's no use. I know when you try to leave," he said with a sigh, his voice calm but tinged with frustration as you continued to struggle against him.

Your eyes burned with a mix of fear and defiance. "I’m not staying here, Kento. You can't keep me like this!”

He tightened his grip slightly, enough to stop your wriggling but not to hurt you. "I'm doing this because I love you. I need you to be safe, to be with me. You don't understand how dangerous the world is."

You shook your head, tears starting to form in your eyes. "I don't care! I'd rather take my chances out there than be trapped here with you."

Kento's expression softened, though his grip remained firm. "I know it's hard, but in time, you'll see that this is for the best. I'm protecting you because I care about you more than anything. Can't you see that?"

You stopped struggling for a moment, looking up at him with a mixture of sadness and anger. "Let me go. I don’t wanna be here."

His eyes flickered with pain at your words, but he remained resolute. "I know you feel that way now, but you'll understand one day. Everything I do is for you."

Your shoulders slumped in defeat, the fight draining out of you. "I just want to go home..."

He held you close, his voice barely a whisper. "You are home, sweetheart. You're safe here with me."

Tears fell down your face as you realize there was simply no point in continuing to fight.

So, you stopped fighting him, letting yourself become pliant in his arms. The struggle left your body, replaced by a heavy resignation. Kento noticed the change immediately and a small, relieved smile tugged at his lips.

"I'm glad you're starting to understand," he said softly, loosening his grip and letting you go. He watched you carefully, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of rebellion.

To his surprise and satisfaction, you quietly turned and walked towards your room without a word, without a fight. You could feel his gaze on you, heavy with anticipation, but you kept your steps steady and unhurried.

As you reached your room and stepped inside, you heard a soft chuckle behind you. Glancing back, you saw Kento standing there, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Good girl," he murmured, more to himself than to you. "I knew you'd come around eventually."

You closed the door behind you, leaning against it as the reality of your situation washed over you. The room, once a place of confinement, now felt like a small refuge where you could at least have a moment of peace. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

Outside, Kento stood for a moment longer, his smile lingering. He felt a sense of triumph, believing that his love and persistence were finally paying off. He walked away, content, feeling that his dreams of a peaceful life with you were now within reach.

A few hours later, loneliness crept over you like a suffocating blanket.

The silence of the room pressed down on you, amplifying every little noise and making the walls feel like they were closing in.

You needed comfort, human connection, even if it came from the person who had taken your freedom.

Quietly, you opened your door and made your way to the living room. The soft glow of the TV illuminated Kento's figure as he sat on the couch, his attention focused on the screen. He didn't notice you at first, too absorbed in whatever was playing.

Hesitantly, you walked over and stood beside him for a moment, unsure of how he would react. When he finally glanced up and saw you, his expression softened, and he shifted slightly to make room.

Without a word, you climbed into his lap, settling yourself against him. You could feel his body tense for a moment before he relaxed, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle but firm embrace. The warmth of his body seeped into yours, a comforting presence that you craved.

You laid your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The sound was soothing, grounding you in the present and easing some of the loneliness that had been gnawing at you. For a moment, the world outside faded away, and all that existed was the warmth of Kento's embrace.

Kento's hand stroked your back gently, his other hand resting on your thigh. "I knew you'd come around," he murmured softly, his voice vibrating through his chest. "This is where you belong."

You didn't respond, closing your eyes and letting yourself be enveloped by his warmth. For now, you pushed away the thoughts of escape and resistance, allowing yourself to find some semblance of peace in his arms. The comfort he provided was a stark contrast to the anger and fear you'd been feeling, and you clung to it, if only for a little while.

As the minutes passed, Kento's hold on you tightened slightly, as if reassuring himself that you were really there. "I'll always take care of you," he whispered, his breath brushing against your hair. "No matter what."

In that moment, you let yourself believe him, if only to quell the aching loneliness inside you. The future could wait; for now, you just needed to feel safe and held, even if it was in the arms of your captor.

You shifted slightly, finding a more comfortable position in his lap. Kento adjusted as well, making sure you were securely nestled against him. His fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, the repetitive motion lulling you into a sense of calm.

"You don't have to be afraid anymore," he continued softly. "As long as you're with me, nothing can hurt you."

His words, though meant to reassure, were a stark reminder of the control he held over you. Yet, the desperation for human contact and the warmth of his body made it hard to focus on anything else. You knew this peace was temporary, a fleeting moment in the midst of chaos, but you allowed yourself to sink into it.

Kento's hand moved to gently cradle your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You mean everything to me," he confessed, his voice filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "I'd do anything to protect you, to keep you safe."

You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the emotions welling up inside you. It was difficult to reconcile the man who held you so tenderly with the one who had taken your freedom. The lines between love and obsession blurred, leaving you feeling more confused than ever.

"I'm here now," you whispered, more to yourself than to him. "That's all that matters."

Kento's arms tightened around you, as if trying to fuse you into his very being. "That's right," he agreed softly. "You're here, with me. And that's how it will always be."

For now, you allowed yourself to believe it, finding confort in his arms.

—

A few months passed, and the initial resentment and fear you felt began to fade. Kento's unwavering care and the constant presence of his comforting embrace gradually chipped away at your defenses. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, you found yourself falling in love with him. The lines between captor and protector blurred, leaving only the bond that had formed between you.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast a warm glow through the living room window, you found yourself waiting for Kento to come home. The house, once a place of confinement, now felt like a home, filled with memories of shared meals, quiet conversations, and moments of tender intimacy.

You sat on the couch, a smile playing on your lips as you listened for the sound of his key in the door. When you finally heard it, your heart skipped a beat in anticipation. The door creaked open, and Kento stepped inside, looking weary but content.

"Kento," you called softly, standing up from the couch.

His eyes lit up when he saw you, and the weariness seemed to melt away. He set his bag down and approached you, his expression softening.

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him softly. "Welcome home," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Kento's arms enveloped you, holding you close. "It's good to be home," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and relief.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. "I missed you," you said, your fingers brushing against his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was tender and full of affection, a silent acknowledgment of the love that had blossomed between you.

"I missed you too," he replied, his hand resting on the small of your back as he deepened the kiss, savoring the moment.

When you finally pulled away, you led him to the couch, where you both sat down, still wrapped in each other's embrace. "How was your day?" you asked, genuinely interested in hearing about his time away from home.

He sighed contentedly, a smile tugging at his lips. "Better now that I'm here with you," he said, his eyes shining with love and gratitude.

As you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, you realized that despite the unusual circumstances that had brought you together, you were starting to be happy.

This wasn’t as bad as it turned out to be.

You turned your head to face him then pressed your lips to Nanami's once more, your arms wrapping around his neck. His hands slipped beneath your clothing, wrapping around your waist and drawing you nearer. The intensity of the kiss grew as Nanami's fingers traced gentle circles against your skin.

Nanami's hands roamed your body, guiding you down onto the soft cushions of the couch. He spread your legs wide, positioning himself between them. He pushed your panties to the side, revealing your glistening folds.

Nanami carefully lowered himself between your spread legs, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. Leaning forward, he let his lips trace a path up your inner thigh before gently parting your folds. Soft moans escaped as his tongue began to dance, pleasuring you with confident strokes. Every now and then, he'd look up at you with a smile, the simple act of worshipping you, driving you wild.

As Nanami continued to pleasure you, his fingers joined his tongue, teasing your most sensitive spots. Your back arched, the pleasure building inside you. Nanami's dark eyes gazed up at you, his own need evident as he continued his ministrations. Each flick of his tongue, each graze of his fingers made you closer to the edge. The room filled with the sound of your ragged breathing, the only words that escaped your lips being his name.

Your hips bucked involuntarily as the orgasm tore through you, your back arching off the couch. Nanami continued his skilled attentions until the shudders subsided, never breaking eye contact. He leaned up to press a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, satisfaction and desire mingling in his gaze.

"I love making you feel good," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "But I want to feel you wrapped around me too."

He gently helped you to your feet, his hands roaming over your body as you moved together towards the bedroom. Your heart raced in anticipation, eager to see where the night would take you both.

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Last Night

Part 1

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You leaned against your kitchen counter, staring out the kitchen window, watching as the leaves continued to fall from each branch on this peaceful autumn morning. You sipped your coffee, letting the liquid warm your chest and stomach.

You landed in Oregon three years ago and were just now becoming accustomed to the weird weather changes. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss the California sun but had to go; you couldn't stay there. No matter how often you tell yourself you can move to a different part of the state, your heart will never be happy knowing your past is that close.

Reflecting on things, they seemed like a mixed bag of sweet and sour. It's all about the could-haves and the lessons you learn the hard way, with a bunch of 'what ifs' buzzing in your head.

You remember being on your grandma's porch, flipping through those old photo albums. Those moments are frozen in time, safe behind that shiny plastic. Every time you look at those pictures, you get this pang of nostalgia, wishing you could return to those carefree, pure days. It's like this little ache in your heart that knows you can't rewind the clock; you could never go back.

"You know, you can't go back and change the past, but you've got the pen when it comes to your future. Take what you've learned, keep moving forward, and make the best of right now—that's fine," she told you. "You've got this; you're a smart cookie."

You exhale heavily, setting down your coffee mug with a clink. There's this hollow feeling in your gut, and man, you wish she was here to talk to. You could use a dose of her wisdom right about now. Life's not bad, honestly. You have a decent job and a cool apartment you share with your best bud. It's not like you've got significant stuff to gripe about. But there's this gap, you know? And deep down, you know it's about love. You've built these walls so high that no one's getting over them to hurt you again. No way.

So you've been playing the field, treating hearts like they're just another game. But it's not just a game anymore, is it? It started as a laugh, something you thought you could switch off whenever. But time's a sneaky thief; before you know it, you're looking at someone pretty damaged in the mirror.

And these games?

They've turned into habits, the kind of habits you don't shake off, the kind that people go to therapy for...the kind that your grandma warned you about.

The sound of vibration on the counter drags you from your thoughts, and you glance to the side, seeing your phone light up with Jolly's face plastered on the screen and the name Jolly Green Giant above it. You let out a small laugh every time he calls. The picture...the name. It's suitable for him.

You press the phone to your ear and tap the answer button, a reflexive smile spreading across your face. "Hey there, sunshine!" you greet with genuine warmth.

"Wow, you picked up!" Jolly's voice comes through, his accent coloring every word like an artist's brush on canvas.

"Caught me at a good time," you reply, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Your mind's eye paints a vivid picture of Jolly's familiar expressions. What's going on?" you inquire, keeping the tone light.

He takes a slight pause, the kind that signals something's coming. "So, we're here, in town, for that show tomorrow, remember? The one I've been talking about?" He sounds hopeful, as if willing to remember.

A nod, though he can't see it, and a whispered curse. "Shit. It slipped my mind."

He laughs, the sound teasing yet affectionate. "I should've bet on it, but hey, how about we make up for it? I'm free in an hour—how about you?"

A chuckle escapes you, the situation all too familiar. "Let me guess, time for our annual 'what's new and crazy' session?" You play along. "Just downed a coffee, but when have I ever said no to more caffeine?"

His laughter rings clear, a sound that's always been a prelude to good times. "Thought you'd say that. But let's switch it up and grab some lunch. I'm starving, and I bet you skipped breakfast again, didn't you?"

You laugh, "Yeah, I'm ready for lunch. Send me the address of where you want to meet."

"See you soon."

Your smile widens as you approach the restaurant, and you spot Jolly through the glass. He's engrossed in the menu, a picture of patience as he waits for you.

Anticipation bubbles within you, mixed with a flutter of nerves. You know it will be like old times, and he'll have many stories to tell you, but there won't be an awkward moment.

Pushing open the door, you walk over to the booth, his back to you. Stealthily, you slide up beside him, hovering until his gaze locks yours. His smile bursts, a warmth flooding his body—part of him had the sneaky suspicion you might duck out, but here you are.

He shuffles to make space, a silent invitation to join him. Then, in a move as natural as breathing, he pulls you into a bear hug, his head cradled against yours. "You made it!" he exclaims, his voice a mix of joy and disbelief.

Your laughter combines with his, and the embrace feels warm and safe. "You thought I'd miss this? Not for the world," you assure him, the ease of your friendship wrapping around you like the coziest blanket. "You look amazing." As you pull away and observe him, you say, "How do you never age?"

He shrugs you off and slides a menu in front of you.

"I think you're blind."

You laugh giggling as you order your food. You stand up. "I need to pee."

"Thank you for that." Jolly teases.

The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you leave the bathroom, casting a sterile glow on the floor. The bathroom was supposed to be a brief escape from the diner's noise, a momentary pause from the laughter and clinking dishes.

But now, as you walk back to your seat, your heart clenches. He is bathed in the cold blue light of his phone screen, his face illuminated by a FaceTime call.

And then, the voice on the other end of the line—a voice you recognize all too well—cuts through.

His laughter dances in the air, a cruel melody that grates against your raw nerves.

"Who are you with?" The words hang in the air like a blade, slicing through the fragile bubble of denial you've carefully constructed.

You sit down, and your legs are suddenly weak.

Jolly turns the phone toward you, and there it is—the face you've been avoiding, the face that haunts your dreams. Noah. His eyes, once warm and familiar, now hold a storm of emotions: regret, longing, and something darker, something you can't quite name.

Your eyes blur with unshed tears. Why does it hurt so much? You thought you'd moved on, stitched up the wounds he left behind. But seeing him again, hearing his voice—it's as if the scars have split open, bleeding again.

"Fuck," you whisper, the word a prayer and a curse.

Jolly's oblivious, still laughing, unaware of the raging within you. You tear your gaze away from the screen, focusing on the flickering candle at your table.

You won't let this unravel you, not today. Not when you've worked so hard to rebuild the fragile scaffolding of your heart.

You stand up, pushing your chair in with a force that startles the people near by. The room blurs around you as you make your way to the exit. Memories flood your mind—the stolen kisses, the whispered promises, the nights tangled in each other's arms. But alongside the sweetness, there's bitterness—the lies, the betrayal, the shattered trust.

And Jolly, your supposed friend, the one who knew your pain intimately, who witnessed your tears and held your hand through sleepless nights—why would he put you in this position? Why would he expose you to the hurricane of Noah's presence?

Outside, the air is cool against your flushed cheeks. You take a deep breath, tasting salt and regret. The sky above seem distant, indifferent. You wrap your arms around yourself, a feeble attempt to hold the pieces together. But the ache remains a phantom limb that refuses to fade.

You walk away, leaving behind laughter and Facetime calls, leaving behind Jolly and Noah. The door closes softly behind you, muffling the sounds of the music and chatter. And as you step into the gloomy cold air, you wonder if healing is a myth, if love is a beautiful lie, and if betrayal is the only truth that matters.