#i don’t know why that’s what jumped out to me but it was

[lynnieverse]

like real people do // drew starkey

oneshot

drew stakery x popstar!reader

synopsis: after a little slip up in an interview where you accidentally reveal your celebrity crush, things get a little complicated when someone starts meddling.

4.2k words

You knew doing the interview was going to bite you in the ass. Nothing good ever came from distracting you with puppies and asking personal questions. So, when the interviewer innocently asked your celebrity crush, you didn’t hesitate to say Drew Starkey. It didn’t hit you until afterward, sitting in the back of your car, debriefing with your assistant. 

“I can’t believe you said your celebrity crush though,” she said, eyebrows raised. Your heart stutters a bit and you quickly whip your head towards her. 

“No I didn’t.” 

“Um…yeah, you did.” Panic spiked through your veins, sweat beading on your brow. 

“Oh shit. Oh shit! Amara, tell me I didn’t say who I’m thinking of,” you grip her arm tightly, eyes pleading. Amara winces and looks at you with what could only be pity. “No!” 

Madelyn was going to kill you. 

You met Madelyn Cline a few months ago at the People’s Choice Awards when you were presenting. You’d instantly clicked and made plans to hang out the next week. Everything was going really great, and you were doing a good job at keeping your little crush a secret. Now, it’ll come out, be circulated everywhere online, and Madelyn’s going to think you’re some crazy stalker. How would she react to you having a crush on her co-star? Definitely not well. 

Amara places a comforting hand on your shoulder, smiling sympathetically. “It’s okay, Y/N, it’s just a silly interview. Nobody will take it seriously.” 

“Everyone will take it seriously! I don’t know why I started fraternizing with actors, I need to stick to my lane.” 

“Hey, why don’t you write a song about it? It might help.” You thought about it for a moment, feeling the familiar bubble of lyrics tickling the back of your mind. Writing always helps you calm down, maybe putting the feelings on paper would make them go away. 

As the car stopped in front of your hotel, flashes from the paparazzi’s cameras were bright even through the tinted windows. You sigh and grab a jacket, wrapping it around your head like a shield, and wait for security to open the door. You ignore the loud shouting as you dash inside, closely followed by Amara and the rest of the crew. Inside isn’t much better, but at least the other guests have the decency to leave you alone for now. 

You sometimes feel bad, often making it up later by signing a bunch of autographs outside, but right now you’re exhausted and embarrassed. The interview threw off your whole day, and you just want to lay in bed and watch trashy reality television. 

Your security escorts you to the elevator, and then does a sweep of your room before eventually leaving. Finally alone, you put on your rattiest and comfiest pajamas, take off all your makeup, and throw your hair up before jumping in bed. You reach for the remote to start your aforementioned binge, but hesitate over the little purple notebook you carry everywhere. Sighing, you know you won’t be able to relax without getting it all out. You dig through your bag and find a glittery pink pen, uncapping it with your teeth and getting to work. 

You’ve never met Drew, not once, but something about him just had you giggling like a schoolgirl. Witnessing his kindness through your constant internet stalking quickly proved to be a bad idea, because now you have a big fat crush on the man and he doesn’t even know you exist. 

Well that’s not true. Everyone knows you exist, but he would never think of you that way. Dating as a popular musician was not as easy as one might think, it’s often too much for people. The words start flowing with ease, filling up the cream pages in no time. 

Gleaming

Twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships

On waters so inviting

I almost jump in

His eyes really are beautiful. So blue, so warm. But the feelings you have aren’t logical, and they’re so exhausting. 

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

He’s the internet's boyfriend right now, edits flying around like crazy. You know dozens of people back home who are definitely salivating over this man. Something about him…you can’t put your finger on it. 

What must it be like

To grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominos

Every silly thought you’d ever had poured out onto the page. By the time you were finished you knew it was a hit. Grabbing your guitar you make a split second decision to tease your fans a bit. Unlocking your phone, you quickly open Instagram and go live before you can stop yourself. Your face pops up on the screen, thousands of people already in and commenting. 

“Hey guys! I just finished a new song and wanted to play a little for you if that’s alright?” You smirk, knowing the answer already. Of course, everyone starts freaking out and flooding the comments with different affirmations and emojis. You laugh, loving every second of it, before strumming the beginning chords on your guitar. 

As you start singing you let your eyes close, feeling each note in your soul, pressing every callus on your worn fingertips. The pacing is a little rough, still getting the hang of the new melody, but you know as soon as you finish that you killed it. So many fans are expressing their love for the song, already asking for it to be out on streaming platforms. Others are curious as to who your muse is, throwing out the wildest guesses you’d ever seen. 

“Chace Crawford?!” you exclaim, face contorted in surprise. “Y’all have a distorted sense of my ability to pull these men,” you laugh in disbelief. Your heart skips a beat when a couple comments actually guess correctly, but don’t react, knowing every single microexpression is analyzed. 

“Alright guys, I think I’m going to eat myself into a sugar coma while watching Love Island, but thank you for listening! I’m glad you enjoyed the song,” you wink to the camera before waving and closing the app. Covering your face with your hands, you fall backwards on the bed, letting your guitar rest beside you. You don’t even want to check social media, already knowing screen recordings of the live will be everywhere. 

Sometimes it’s crazy to think this many people care about your day to day life. The art you create touches lives across the globe. It’s both amazing and terrifying at the same time. 

Not wanting to start an existential crisis on a random Tuesday night, you quickly turn on your show and cuddle up under the duvet. 

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By the weekend the interview was everywhere. You’ve stayed out of it, going pretty much radio silent in response. Many are asking if you’re secretly dating, if you were going to write a song for the new season of Outer Banks, if Drew felt the same way…it’s insane. 

You’d purposely put off talking to Madelyn out of sheer embarrassment. That man was like her brother and you admitted to liking him. Still, it’s time to address the issue head on, so you dial her number shakily. The phone rings three times before she answers, a sweet greeting sounding through the speakers. 

“Y/N?” You clear your throat, reluctant to speak. 

“Hey…” You wince at how rough your voice sounds, facepalming at your own awkwardness. 

“What’s up, girl?” Madelyn sounds normal, but you know she has to be weirded out by you. 

“Um, nothing much, just wanted to talk to you about something I may have said recently.” 

“Is this about the puppy interview?” 

“Yes?” Your voice comes out squeaky, nose scrunched. But Madelyn just starts laughing. You stare at your phone in confusion. What the hell?

“I can’t believe you finally admitted it, and during an interview? That was ballsy as hell!” You slowly start to regain your breath, brain processing her words. 

“You’re not mad?” 

“Why would I be mad?” she snorts.

“I didn’t want you to think I was using you to get to him.”

“Are you?” 

“No! Of course not!” 

“Okay then, there’s no problem.” A breath of relief escapes, and you put a hand on your chest. She’s not mad. 

“Thank you so much for understanding, I really love our friendship.” 

“Me too,” Mads says sincerely. “Now we just have to figure out how to get you two together!” 

Your eyes widen. “What? Absolutely not. This was not an invitation for you to play matchmaker, Mads.”

“Aw man, why not? I could literally get you both in the same room tonight.” Your heart starts beating out of your chest, feeling more anxiety talking about this than being on any stage.

“He’s probably seen the interview by now, it’s so embarrassing!” 

“It’s not embarrassing, Y/N. You’re attracted to the man, it’s not that crazy of a concept! Just give me a chance, please?” 

“Nope. I don’t want to bother him or weird him out. Let’s just do something me and you; are you in L.A.?” 

“Ugh, fine. Yes I’m here, just come over whenever.” You can feel her annoyance across the line, but ignore it. You’re not going to let her meddle. 

“See you then!” Mads ends the call, sending you back into your shame spiral. Every little thing you do is always picked apart and ridiculed in the media, and you’re usually a lot more careful with what you say. The interview slip up is going to keep you up at night for the rest of your life. 

Hours pass waiting for the appropriate time to head over to Madelyn’s house. You decide to dress comfortably, but have your makeup done on the off chance pictures are taken. The drive over is quiet, save for the initial crowd outside your house. How it’s legal for celebrities' addresses to be available on the internet, is something you’ll never understand. 

When you pull up you notice a Jeep in her driveway and shake your head. That girl is always spending money. Your phone pings with yet another Twitter update and you roll your eyes. How can this be the most popular thing in the world right now? You glance at the notification and see it’s Drew’s name that’s trending. Huh. Interesting. 

You decide to follow your instincts and ignore it, wanting to focus on girls night with Mads. As you approach the porch you find yourself nervous; even though she wasn’t mad, you still feel bad for causing such an uproar around her co-star. 

Three knocks later you're waiting outside her front door in anticipation. You find yourself shifting from foot to foot, tracing the cracks in the stonework with your eyes. When the door opens you look up with a smile, expecting Madelyn’s smiling face, only to be met with the very man that had haunted you the past week. You gasp, words catching in your throat as you stare. 

Drew was wearing a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair looked freshly cut into a soft mullet, and he looked just as surprised as you do. You can’t seem to close your gaping mouth, a pained sound escaping without realizing. 

“Uh, hi,” Drew says sheepishly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Eyes wide, you turn on your heel and speed walk away, leaving him alone in the doorway. You’re fumbling with your keys, cursing under your breath, when you hear a shout from behind you. 

“Y/N!” 

You almost make it inside your car when an iron grip latches onto your upper arm, yanking you back. 

“Hey!” you protest, almost losing your balance as you’re dragged back to Mads’ house. 

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not getting away that easily.” 

“Madelyn Renee Cline, let me go!” You struggle against her grip, but only cause her nails to dig in deeper. 

“You’re not leaving, Y/N, I won’t let you.” She finally stops when you’re once again at the door, but she doesn’t let go. Drew must’ve gone back inside, thank God, but Madelyn is glaring at you. 

“Don’t look at me like that! How could you do this to me?” You give her your most withering look. She rolls her eyes at you, only pissing you off more. 

“Just talk to him. I promise he doesn’t think you’re weird, or whatever you’ve concocted.”

“Well he might now!” 

“That’s your own fault, I can’t believe you ran away,” she snickers, pulling you inside and closing the door. When she finally lets go of your arm, you rub the crescent indentions with a wince. The girl has some nails. 

“Fine. Let’s go.” Mads looks taken aback, freezing in place. 

“Really?!” You give her a pointed look. “Right, be cool. Okay come on follow me, he went back to the living room.” Reluctantly, you do just that, trailing closely behind her. You’re a ball of nerves, and can already feel your stomach twisting to knots. 

Madelyn was right, he was lounging on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling on his phone. When he hears you two approach, his head shoots up and his back immediately straightens.

“Everything okay?” he asks, voice smooth and melodic. Your cheeks warm, and you avoid eye contact as much as possible. 

“Um, yeah. I just–you know.” You jab your thumb back awkwardly, not even you know what you’re trying to say. But Drew cracks a smile, looking at you fondly and nodding along, as if you make perfect sense. 

Madelyn’s eyes flit between you with a wide smile on her face. Not knowing what else to do, you sit down on the couch, as far away from him as possible, and stare straight ahead. Silence ensues, and you have absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. Thankfully, Madelyn breaks the silence. 

“So…want to watch a movie?” 

“Yes!” You and Drew speak at the same time, causing you to stare at each other shyly. Madelyn smirks and comes around the couch, forcefully sitting between you and the arm rest. You shoot her a what the fuck look and she simply shrugs. 

“I like the armrest! Scooch.” Begrudgingly, you inch closer to Drew, who pretends not to notice the entire exchange. As soon as you're settled you sit pin straight, not wanting to breach the confines of your cushion. Drew’s left ankle is resting comfortably on his knee, arm thrown over the side of the couch in what seems to be a very relaxing position. Mads rolls her eyes and pulls out an ottoman, giving you something to stretch your feet out on so you can lean back. 

It takes forever to pick a movie, suspiciously so, but it’s Madelyn’s house and you’re not going to say anything. Once she finally picks Avatar, she dims the lights from her phone and the three of you settle in for what’s going to be a weird couple hours. 

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Everything was going fine, until suddenly Madelyn got tired at nine and decided to go to bed…leaving you and Drew alone. You mentally cursed your friend for putting you in this position, obviously not listening to the blanket ��no matchmaking” statement from before. 

You glance at him from the corner of your eye and find him already looking at you. He quickly looked away and started tapping his fingers on his knee nervously. The movie had long since been forgotten and no words had been exchanged. 

“So…” you manage, turning to face him slowly. He smiles at you, running a hand through his hair and making his bicep flex. Your stomach does a little flip flop and your face reddens at where your mind went. Drew smirks like he knows exactly what just happened, but doesn’t comment. 

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” His voice, oh my God. “I’m Drew, it’s nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand to shake, and you clumsily take it, feeling the warmth envelop your palm immediately. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you too,” you smile, swallowing the anxiety. 

“I’m a fan of your work, actually, you’re really good.” 

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head. “You listen to my songs?” Drew laughs and shakes his head, shooting you a look you don’t quite understand. 

“Are you being serious?” he leans forward a bit, surprise evident on his face. You scrunch your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re easily the most popular musician of our generation and you don’t think I listen to your music?” You find yourself blushing, and a little flustered. 

“Well, I wouldn’t say the most popular…I have quite a few fans, sure, but not everyone vibes with all types of music. I don’t really know what you listen to, and I didn't want to assume anything.” Drew looks you up and down, seeming to size you up. 

“You’re not at all what I expected, Y/N Y/L/N.” 

“And what did you expect, Drew Starkey?” 

“Well, I don’t know to be honest, but you’re surprisingly humble for someone as successful as you.” You had actually gotten that a lot, although you didn’t think it was being humble so much as being a decent person. You’re still just the girl who grew up in a perfectly normal town, with normal loving parents and a wonderful home. Just because you make popular music doesn’t mean you’ve changed at all. Plus, you know it could all go away with the snap of your fingers. 

“I don’t know what to say, I’m just like everyone else,” you shrug. 

“I beg to differ. You’re…extraordinary. You have to know that?” There goes that damn stomach flip again. 

“Thank you,” you look down at your lap. “I could say the same for you. I love your projects.” His eyes light up at the mention of his work, making you smile in turn. 

“Thank you! I love everything I’ve been a part of, especially OBX. I met my second family on that set, you know?” You didn’t know, actually. Being on the road all the time meant limited options for friendships, and no time for the ones you did manage to keep. Mads is the first girlfriend other than Amara–who you employ–you’ve had in years. 

“Yeah, I love Mads already. I can’t imagine how fun it must be getting to work with your best friends every day…” your voice trails off. Drew seems to notice your shift in mood and decides to change the subject. 

“Hey, why don’t you play me something?” 

You immediately freeze. “What?” Drew smiles and stands up, searching for something. He disappears in the hallway before emerging a minute later with a beautiful acoustic guitar in his hands. You immediately feel a pull to grab it and start playing, but are still confused. 

“Here,” he hands it to you. “I want you to play me something…something nobody has heard yet.” You immediately start racking your brain and decide to take a leap and play something that could get you in trouble. 

“Um…okay. This is something I was actually working on today. It’s not finished but I can play a little.” You nervously pick up the guitar, but immediately relax when you feel the rough strings beneath your fingers. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and try to forget the gorgeous man in front of you. 

In the middle of the night, when I'm in this dream

It's like a million little stars spelling out your name

You gotta come on, come on

Say that we'll be together

Come on, come on

Little taste of heaven

You manage to take a peek at him while you strum, catching him totally entranced by the sound of your voice. A little confidence boost flows through you as you continue the song. 

But you're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun

And now that you're close I feel like coming undone

In the middle of the night, we can form this dream

I wanna feel you by my side, standing next to me

You gotta come on, come on

Say that we'll be together

Come on, come on

Little taste of heaven

You strum a few more chords before stopping, silently waiting for his reaction. He’s staring at you, mouth parted slightly. 

“Another,” he whispers. Surprised, you do what he asks, pulling another unfinished song from the vault in your mind. This one wasn’t about him, not like the last one, but it still applies. 

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do

You hum for a little longer, this song actually being one of your favorites. Drew is starstruck, an unknown look on his face the whole time. He seems to snap out of it and clears his throat. 

“Wow, Y/N. You’re amazing…those were amazing. Were they about anyone in particular?” You internally panic, because duh. But you don’t want to weird him out. 

“Um, the first one was,” you whisper, avoiding eye contact. You feel the couch move, and look up to find Drew right beside you. His leg was flush with yours, and he was so close you could see each and every freckle splashed across his cheeks. You also notice his eyes crinkle at the corners slightly when he smiles. 

“Can I confess something?” he says softly. You don’t trust your voice, so you nod once. “I saw your interview.” Immediately, the embarrassment causes your face to turn into a tomato. 

“Uh–about that…I–” You don’t really have an explanation, but you scramble for one anyway. Drew chuckles and grabs your hand, effectively stopping your rambling and making you redder at the same time. 

“Y/N you don’t have to be embarrassed. Did you see my interview?” What interview?

“No? I didn’t know you did one. Should I have?” He squeezes your hand gently and his eyes bore into yours. 

“It would’ve made this a lot easier,” he jokes. “They asked for my response to being your celebrity crush.” Fuck. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause drama for you.” 

“You didn’t, I promise. But do you know what my response was?” You shake your head. He hesitates for a moment before grinning, almost shy. “I said that’s a crazy coincidence because you’re my celebrity crush.” Hold the fucking phone, did he just say what you think he said?

“What?” 

“I think you’re beautiful, talented, kind, and I’ve always wanted to spend time with you. I didn’t think it was even in my realm of possibilities. Then you befriended Mads, and I thought maybe I had a chance…” Your brain must be short circuiting, because no way in hell Drew Starkey just said the feelings are mutual.

“Oh,” is all you can manage.

“Oh? That’s it?” he smiles, intertwining your fingers. 

“I’m honestly so surprised right now, I don’t know what to say.” 

“Say you don’t think I’m a weirdo.”

“I don’t think you’re a weirdo,” you shake your head. 

“Say you’ll go out with me?” his pitch rises with uncertainty, looking nervous for your response. 

“I will definitely go out with you.” Relief floods his features and he tugs you closer, pulling your legs on top of his. 

“That was terrifying,” he says, massaging your calf. 

“I still cannot believe this is happening right now,” you tell him honestly. 

He smirks, leaning in close. “Believe it, baby.” Your heart skips a beat, mind going blank momentarily. 

“I think I owe Mads a thank you,” you giggle. 

“Fuck that, I’m sending her a damn gift basket.” 

“You’re so right, she’s getting an album dedication from me,” you joke, causing Drew to poke you in the ribs. 

“Hey, no fair. She’s going to like that so much more!” he whines. You can already see yourself falling head over heels in love with this man, and that scares you more than anything. 

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” you hold your hands up in defense while Drew rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, let’s just watch another movie.” 

“Sounds like a plan!” you hear from behind the couch. The two of you immediately jump, scared out of your minds, until you realize it’s just Madelyn creeping in the hallway. 

“What the fuck?!” Drew yells, clutching his heart dramatically. 

“You were supposed to be asleep!” You cross your arms, glaring at your blonde counterpart. She sucks her teeth and shrugs, walking over and plopping down on the couch.

“What can I say, somebody had to get you two together.” You share a look with Drew, both of you simultaneously not surprised, but exasperated by her little games. 

“You’re insane,” Drew tells her, taking his spot back on the couch and throwing a pillow at her head.

“It worked didn’t it?” 

Yeah. You thought. It really did. 

[nodoubtily]

Lowk..jealous jungwon smut..heh..

OOOOO POOKIE

warnings : smut so MDNI, jealous jw, dry jumping, climaxing in pants, hickies (m.recieved) LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!

“Can we leave?” You ask your clueless boyfriend. He gazes at you, confusion written in his eyes.

“Leave? We just got here—“

“Please, Jungwon.” You interrupt him, and he really takes a look at you. He notices discomfort, and something else among your facial features that he can’t pin a finger on. He nods though.

“Shit guys, something came up. We’re gonna head out.” Jungwon says, as you both turn to your friends. They all complain, begging you to stay. Except one. But you don’t look at her.

“See you guys.” You wave goodbye, and you open the front door, heading to Jungwon’s car, where you close the door before he can catch up, and you buckle your seatbelt, and you don’t look or talk to Jungwon when he gets in too.

Without a word, he starts up the car, reversing out of your friend’s driveway.

“Baby, what’s—“ you don’t let him finish that sentence when your lips are on his. Yours moves against his in a hurry, as if you’re scared he’ll leave. Your hands find their way through his hair, and he responds to the kiss, his hands palming your waist. When you pull away, he laughs. “What was that about.”

“Just wanted to know if you still found me attractive.” You respond quietly, though he caught it.

“What? Why wouldn’t I still find you attractive?” He questions you, and embarrassment flashes over you. Then you remember her face. Her laugh when Jungwon said something. Her filthy fucking hands when they swiped over Jungwon’s shoulder. Her eyes when he talked about something he’s passionate about. And she did all of this right in front of you, no shame.

You groan slightly. “It’s annoying how oblivious you can be sometimes.” You don’t mean to be rude, but you can’t help it. You’re hurt. Call it insecurity or whatever, but you really love Jungwon, and you’re terrified he’ll find someone better.

“What do you mean?”

“You mean to tell me that you didn’t notice the way Jasmine gawked over you?” You ask, a tad more aggressive than you want to be.

“Babeeee, she wasn’t—“

“Yes she fucking was!” You turn to walk away, already done, when Jungwon, without skipping a beat, grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against him. You stare up at him, conflicted whether to be angry at him or admire him. You guess you can do both.

“I’m yours. I don’t want anyone else. I’m only yours.” Jungwon says. You can’t be mad at him. “I only want you.”

Without warning, his lips meet yours in a searing kiss, his hands pulling you against him. Your hands snake around his neck, and his hands lead down to your ass cheeks, where he kneads your flesh over your denim skirt. Little moans leave your mouth, turning both of you on.

You pull away, and you grab his hand as you lead him to the couch, pushing him onto it. He looks up at you, arms resting on the back of the couch as his eyes challenge you.

You take your seat where you belong, straddling him with your legs resting either side of him. Your skirt rides up to your hips, more like a belt then anything else, your white lace panties on display. Jungwon groans at the sight, before he dips his fingers in between you both, padding the wet patch showing through your panties.

A choked whine echoes through the room as he begins to slowly rub through your undies, and you absentmindedly grind over his fingers, your hands finding ground on his broad shoulders. Your eyes don’t leave his, too engrossed in this tension filled moment.

Jungwon slides his hand away from your clit, grabbing your hips to rock against his hardening dick. He thrusts his hips to meet with yours, forming a rhythm that feels too good.

He then stops you moving, and you whine, but his finger meets your lips to silence you. “Sit up a bit.” You move so your standing on your knees, and you watch as Jungwon lifts his hips slightly to pull down his jeans, before he plops you back down. You begin to move again, and it feels much better when there’s less clothing to block you.

You begin to rock more, and Jungwon kisses you as you grind on top of him with more force, chasing the orgasm you so desperately need. Jungwon sits there, mouth moving against yours in a hurry as his hands move to palm your tits, massaging them through your cropped shirt.

You lean down to Jungwon’s neck, decorating his smooth skin with prominent bruises to show who he belongs to. His voice becomes more whinier as you more faster, stimulating you both as knots deep in your stomach begin to form.

Breathless kisses and low moans flood the hot atmosphere as you both continuously become more hot and bothered.

“I’m gonna cum.” You say, rubbing your clit over his tip, and he bucks his hips up in sensitivity.

“You’re so good at this..” his voice is needy, and you both feel the knots in your abdomens tighten at the sound of each other’s noises.

“Gonna make me cum, Wonnie.” You shove your head into the crook of his neck, hips moving on their own accord as you both chase after your nearing climaxes.

Jungwon kissed you again, hands on either side of your face as he eats your mouth, tongue dancing with yours in desperation.

Until a loud, shaky moan escapes from his mouth, and his hands grasp your hips as he lifts you both up, his hips bucking uncontrollably as his cum seeps into his boxers. You feel his balls pressed against your cunt, and you yourself feel the knot snap.

Waves after waves of craved pleasure flood your insides as the most pornographic moan elicits from deep in your chest.

Jungwon’s hands guide you slowly over his softening cock as you both ride out your orgasms. Panting and huffing, he suddenly grabs your face, being his own closer.

“I love you. I only love you. I only want you. I don’t care if anyone else looks at me, because I’m only looking at you.” He reassures you, eyes boring into yours with honesty.

“Okay Wonnie. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” He leaves one last peck on your lips, as he pulls his pants up. He feels disgusting with his seed in his boxers, but he’ll deal with it until you’re ready.

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Protect You

Word Count: 3200

Azriel has always gone out of his way to keep Y/N out of harms way, but Rhys sends her on a mission anyway.

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Azriel and you weren’t exactly on the best of terms, despite the fact that you had been a part of the inner circle for centuries- he rarely spoke to you. At first it really hurt your feelings, was it something you did? But after the years passed you learned that sometimes you can’t change a male’s opinion, no matter how many times you tried.

               It was just another normal day at the house, you and Nessa were occupying chairs across from each other, reading in silence. Although your primary job was writing down Prythian’s true history, you still loved the library and reading all the books the house had to offer. You were never really adept for the front lines, no matter how much training Rhys put you through.

 The library was aglow from the setting sun from the large windows, and you felt the warmth on your face as you read. You could honestly stay like this forever. You and Nessa had a unique friendship- despite her forceful resistance to joining the inner circle and stubbornness to admit that sometimes she was wrong, you two had gotten along well.

               “Sometimes, I wonder if I will ever find a male like the ones we read about.” Nessa sighs, dropping the book in her lap. “They are just so…. In tune to their lovers’ feelings- I’ve personally never witnessed that before.”

               “I’m sure there are some males like that.” You smiled, meeting her dark eyes. The thought of Cassian crossed your mind, and the love for her that he wore openly on his shoulder. “At least you have a few centuries to find it now.”          

               “Yes, thank the cauldron.” Nessa rolled her eyes, pulling her book back up to eye level. After a few moments, she lowered it to meet your eyes. “Have you talked to the shadow singer lately?”

               Your eyebrows rose, and you set down your book, sitting up a bit. “You know me and Azriel don’t talk- what do you mean?”

               You were right- you and Azriel did not talk, if anything, he actively avoided talking to you at every opportunity. “I just feel at times- that you two might be a good couple, but I could be wrong.”

               “I promise you- you’re wrong. Azriel is the last person I could ever imagine being with.” You laughed, picking up your book. “I don’t believe he even has feelings- much less for me. But speaking of males- what about you and Cassian, have you ever thought about it?”

               “I’ve definitely thought about Cassian, but I am not sharing those thoughts with you.” Nessa laughed, throwing a pillow towards you. “He’s insufferable, but I can’t help who I’m attracted to-“

               “Y/N, the high lord has requested you.” You heard a deep voice behind you and nearly jumped out of your chair. Azriel was standing in the doorway, shadows slowly snaking up his arms. You had never seen him in this light, his skin was almost glowing, he was breathtaking. You froze in place, admiring the swirls of tattoos up his arms and leading into places that you wish you could see. Caldron, why couldn’t you control yourself. “Did you hear me?”

               “Yes, yes Az I heard you. Sorry, I’ll be right there.” You sighed, moving the blanket and getting up to slowly stretch. You had anticipated spending the whole day reading, so your outfit wasn’t exactly…. appropriate. You reached up to stretch, feeling the fabric of your shirt lift up past your navel. You heard the loud footsteps of the male walking away, and you sat back down.

               “You are down so bad for him, Y/n.” Nessa muttered, “I don’t know who you’re lying to, but it’s definitely not me. You should have seen the way that male looked at you just now...like he's starving."

               “I’m not lying to anyone- and I’ll be back as soon as I find out what our ‘high lord’ requests of me.” You laugh, throwing her pillow back and placing your bookmark. "And there is no way he looked at me like that, you've been reading too many of those books."

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               “Would you feel comfortable going to the Spring Court?” Rhysand asks, tapping his finger against his chin as he stares at the excessively large map on the table. “I feel like it would really be helpful to get a sense of the…attitudes of the population there. I don’t feel like our high lord of the spring court is doing a great job with moral.”

               “Of course, anything you need.” You replied, “When do you need me to go?”

               “I was thinking today, if possible.” Rhys looked at you, “if that’s okay with you.”

               You nodded, looking at the map. “It should only be a couple days- but you’re well known here. You should probably wear a disguise and make this as discreet as possible. The last thing I need is you getting caught.”

               “I can handle that,” You smiled at Rhys, you two had been through so much over the years. When he went under the mountain, you were sure that you were going to lose your mind, Azriel and Cassian had lost theirs. “I promised you when you came back- I will do anything it takes to keep you here and keep Velaris safe.”

               Rhys nods, then his head perks up. “Go pack your things.” You nodded, turning and leaving the room. After a quick walk down the hall, you remembered the book that you had left sitting on the desk. You quickly turned to grab it, but as you placed your hand on Rhysand’s door handle you heard the hush voices of Rhysand and Azriel.

               “You cannot send her out there.” Azriel growled, his voice low. “We have spies for this very reason.”

               “Y/N will be just fine Azriel, she’s a big girl and can handle herself.” Rhysand chuckled; you could hear the smirk in his voice.

               “She’s going to get herself hurt out there, just let me handle it.” Azriel insisted, but Rhys didn’t reply. “it’s going to drive me crazy out, you know that right? Knowing that she’s out there in the spring court, and I’m stuck here and can’t do a thing about it? She’ll ruin everything!”

               You shook your head, ire filling your veins. How dare he? You rarely, if ever, go on missions. Sure, you weren’t as strong as Cassian or Azriel, and sure, you weren’t as experienced at combat or using your powers as them, but you were still useful- especially at reading emotions. You hesitated, removing your hand from the handle, torn between throwing open the door and ripping Azriel a new one, or going back to your room to cry.

               The decision was made for you when the door was opened, and Azriels dark eyes bore into yours. “Eavesdropping now?”

               “Fuck you.” You spat, looking between him and Rhysand. “I know that you think I’m weak- that I’m incompetent, but I can assure you I’m not. I can handle myself just fine.”

               “That’s not what I’m saying Y/N,” Azriel tried to interrupt, but you held up your hand.

“I’m going, and I’m not going to ruin anything okay? I will die before I ever let Tamlin get his hands on me or give up anything about this court. Despite the fact that you don’t seem to think I can handle myself.” He went to speak again, and you stopped him, “I’m packing my things, I just came back to grab this.” You stormed past him, grabbing your book off the desk.

               An emotion quickly crossed Azriel’s face, which he quickly concealed. “You’re right- I don’t believe you can handle it. Just stay here in that little library with Nessa and I’ll get this handled. The first time danger comes your way- you won’t be able to handle it. Let me handle it.”

               You stared at him, dumbfounded. “I’m glad I know how you truly feel Azriel, but I don’t care.” You walked away, storming down the hall, a middle finger pointing back at him.

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               The spring court was… and absolute disaster. The territory was chaos, fae ran rampant and there seemed to be no order- even Tamlin’s guard was nowhere to be found. You sat in the attic of one of the only buildings that wasn’t burnt down and wrote in a journal that you would be bringing back to Rhysand- hopefully all the details would help.

               “Whos’ up there?” A gruff voice shouted, and you heard a loud bang as the floor from under you collapsed. You fell, crashing to the lower floor in a pile of hay. The breath left your lungs in a whoosh, and the pain from the fall echoed across your back. “Who are you? Why are you hiding?”

               You couldn’t respond, still waiting for the breath in your lungs to return. “Who are you?” The man shouted, sending a kick towards your stomach. You rolled over, coughing up whatever air was left. A gasp escaped your mouth as you tried to breathe in whatever your lungs would allow.

               The notebook was ripped from your hands, and the male started to read. You looked up at him through the haze of dust that floated around you due to the ceiling falling in, and although you could not read his facial expressions super clearly- you understood that you were screwed. You tried to quickly get up to make a run for it, but after one step you found that your ankle was severely bent in the wrong direction. The pain shot up your leg and you winced.

               “Well well well…” The man stated, “I’m sure my high lord would love to see you, the friend of the high lord who stole his bride.”

               You shook your head, but he pulled you up, and another male took your other arm. They tugged you out of the building, into the open clearing outside. Fae froze in their tracks, either holding baskets of vegetables, linens, or whatever else could be traded, they all froze to stare at you.

               You tried to remember whatever moves Cassian had showed you, but with a bad ankle, even if you could get out of this hold, there would be nowhere to go. You couldn’t give up any information, that was just not an option. The words you had told Azriel only a few days before came back to you- you would rather end your life, than give away any information about the night court.

               You knocked your head back, feeling the pang as your head hit the man in the lower jaw. His grip loosened ever so slightly, and you were able to turn and throw a punch at the first man, right in the eye. You felt the warmth around your hand and knew that you had severely injured him, possibly puncturing his eye. You tried to run, but your ankle wouldn’t allow it and you fell to the ground. The male came running back towards you, his eye shut and already swelling.

               You took the knife out of your sack, knowing what you had to do, there was no way that you would win this fight. You held the knife out, aiming it towards your chest, when a gust of dark wind picked it up and tossed it aside.

               One minute the men were coming towards you, the next they were backing away, hands in the air as they nearly tripped over themselves. You felt the air change around you, a familiar scent entering your nose, and you knew who it was- it was Azriel.

               Two knives flew towards the men, entering each of their chest with no issue. You sighed, leaning back into the ground and placing your hands over your face, not being able to help the tears filing your eyes. You felt two strong hands pick you up, and start walking you towards the forest.         

               “Did Rhys send you out here?” You sniffled, not being able to help it. “Did he assume I couldn’t do it?”

               “No, of course not.” Azriel replied, looking down at you, an expression you didn’t recognize on his face. “Please- don’t cry.”

               “Don’t tell me what to.” You mumbled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands. “Just take me home- please.”

               Azriel nodded, winnowing you both back to the winter house.

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               Your ankle was healed, but you refused to leave your room. You told Nessa you just didn’t feel well, but it was the shame in the pit of your stomach that you had afraid to leave. Rhys sent you on a secret mission, once of the most basic missions he could have asked, and you still fucked it up. Azriel was right.

               A knock sounded on the door, and you grumbled, turning over in bed. “Go away.” You mumbled, but the door opened anyways. “Nessa, please I’m not in the mood.”

               The door shut, and you turned to see… Azriel standing in the doorway. He had a book in one hand and a glass in the other, filled with water. “Are you here to rub it in? To tell me you were right?” You turned back over, slumping in bed.

               You felt the end of the bed sink as he sat, and placed the book and water on your nightstand, the book that you were reading when Rhys sent you off. “Y/n- I just want to talk.”

               “I don’t want to talk to you.” You whispered, staring at the setting sun outside the window. “You have had literal centuries to talk to me, but you haven’t, what’s changed?”

               “I came to say I’m sorry.” Azriel sighed, “I’m not very good at admitting that I’m wrong, but it’s something I’m working on.”

               “No Azriel, you weren’t wrong.” Tears stung your eyes again, and you sat up to face him. “You’re never wrong, and that’s the problem. You said I couldn’t handle it, you said I would ruin everything, and I did.”

               “No, you didn’t.” Azriel grabbed your hand, squeezing it. You froze, you had always wanted to feel him like this, always wanted to grab his hand, but had always been too scared- he would have never had welcomed it. “I need to be honest with you, and I’m going to say this once. You can reject me or push me away and I will never ask again- but please just hear me out now.”

               “Fine.” You whispered, wiping the tear from your eye. He stared earnestly at you, his eyes open and unguarded for the first time. He shook his head, looking away. “Just tell me.”

               “I can’t tell you when you’re crying- I can’t stand it.” He released your hand, standing up and turning towards the window, his back to you. “Y/N, I never believed you couldn’t handle it, I never believed that you would fail- but I just could not stand the possibility that it was a possibility.”

               “What are you talking about Azriel?” You asked, but he refused to turn around.

               “The reason Rhys doesn’t send you on missions, the reason he doesn’t put you in danger, is because he owes me one.” Azriel said, his hands folding behind his back. “Knowing that you are in danger, knowing that you are somewhere I can’t protect you- I can’t get anything done, I can’t be productive, and my shadows don’t agree with it either. It literally drives me fucking crazy Y/N.

               He turns to you, his eyes wide open, almost crazed. You could recognize his expression now, it was fear. “The whole time you were there, I watched those men watch you. It wasn’t any fault of yours, it was just pure luck. You did so well.”

               “Wait- you were there? The whole time?” You shouted, ripping off the covers and revealing your pajamas. “Wow- you must really not have trusted me, you just assumed I would fuck it up.”

               “Are you not listening to what I’m saying?” Azriel shouted, running his hands through his disheveled hair. “I cannot live knowing that you are in danger! Rhysand knew full well that I would not be able to sit here idly by as you risked your life out there, without me there to protect you in case things went wrong. Y/N, I can not live without you, you must see that.”

               The bed groaned under your weight as you sat back down, unsure of the words. “Y/N, please. I told you I would tell you once. I cannot ever- ever- put you in a situation where you are unsafe. If it were up to me, you would be in this fucking house all day reading your books, and I would work twice as hard just so you wouldn’t have to.”

               “I know its unreasonable, I know it’s crazy, but some instinctual part of me just can’t let you put your life at risk.” He whispered, moving to the floor and kneeling, grabbing your hands. “Your work here is important, just as important as fighting on the front lines. Please- for me, just stay here.”

               “Why do you feel this way Azriel?” You asked, pulling your hands from his. “no offense- but you have spent the last 2 centuries avoiding me at every opportunity. I have tried to be friends, I have bought you books I thought you might like- hell, I still even go to that stupid bakery and buy you a cake on your birthday every year- but you still don’t talk to me. And now you come around and ask me to keep myself out of danger? I need a good reason Azriel.”

               “I love you, Y/n.” Azriel shouts back, grabbing your hands back. “From the day I met you, I have loved you. I love you when I watch you read your books, I love you when you laugh with everyone BUT me, I love you when you stare at the night sky. And how was I supposed to tell you when you’ve made it so painfully obvious you could never love me?”

               Azriel stopped, clearing his throat and backing up. “But now I understand, you don’t feel the same. Just please keep yourself safe- if not for my sake, then yours.”

               “Azriel- stop, please.” You whispered, more tears coming to your eyes. “I…I have always hated when you left too.” You looked at him, and he turned to look back at you. “I have looked at other males and found myself comparing them to you- every single time. It hurt me so much when I overhead what you and Rhys said about me. I’ve always known that I’m not as strong as you or Mor, but hearing my worst fears confirmed-‘

               “I didn’t mean what I said.” Azriel interrupted, giving you a small smile. “I was trying to find any reason for you not to go- or at least send me with you. You can handle yourself- but I can’t handle myself while you do. I heard what you said about me and you never working out, I was angry about that and angry at him, I just wasn’t in control of my emotions.”

               “Please don’t accept any more missions from that asshole.” Azriel grew serious, his eyes darkening with anger. You grabbed his hand, squeezing it slightly, nodding. “I know you feel like you can’t say no, but just tell him to fuck off.”

               You laughed, choking on the tears. “I’m not going to tell him that Az.” You whispered, you went to touch his face, then hesitated a couple inches away. He moved his face towards your hand, and you cupped his cheek. His stubble grazing your palm, and butterflies filling your chest. “You…really feel that way?”

               “I swear it to you.” Azriel, covered your hand in his. “If you let me, I will spend every day protecting you for the rest of my life.”

               You nodded, and you felt the relief in the breath he exhaled. “I love you too Azriel.”  

[unknownogre]

The sky was angry, that much was certain. Between the flashes of lightning that turned night to day, and the massive claps of thunder that shook the very ground…there was much rage. I couldn’t understand for the life of me why…until I heard a clatter in my storage shed. I lived alone in the woods, nothing just fell…

Now I’m not a cautious person. I’m not scared by this, I don’t rush to grab a kitchen knife or sword or what have you. It is probably just some scared critter trying to take cover from the storm. I can’t blame them, I don’t plan on kicking them out. All I plan to do is make their stay more comfortable and nothing less. So out in the storm I go to the shed…I don’t much feel the cold anymore, just like I don’t feel the warmth either. Sort of numb anymore, but that is neither here nor there. I open the shed to see…

…a little girl. She was muddy and terrified and quickly she grabbed…a spade…to defend herself. I make no aggressive movement. The sheer amount of fear pouring off of her could almost be smelled in the air. This girl was being chased, hell hunted. She looked like a cornered fox during the hunt.

“Hello.”

I stayed by the door to the shed. I wasn’t going to encroach in her space more than I had to. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She swings the spade a couple of times but honestly no harm no foul in my book. She is scared, I get it. What ever was chasing her must be pretty…

…oh. I pause to look back over my shoulder. Something entered my land, Oh a lot of somethings. They should know better. I have signed treaties by the king. At least now I know why she is running.

“Pl…please…please don’t give me to them. Please I beg of you…I…I don’t want to die…not like that…not like that.”

She just fell to her knees sobbing. My heart broke in that moment, started to beat faster too. This is what it feels like to be angry again eh? It’s been a while, I had almost forgotten. It was nice not being angry, not being bothered. Still, all good things come to an end. I…I didn’t want this to happen so soon. I didn’t want to give it up…I wanted it for a bit longer, to cherish it. I’ll miss it…

…my peace and quiet.

Still all good things come to an end I suppose. I can’t be idle, not right now. I’m a bastard but I’m not a monster…though I suppose that depends on what legends you listen to. I offered the little girl my hand.

“I won’t give you to them. Here you are safe, you don’t need to hide out here. Come into the main part of the house, sit by the fire. I have stew…and I’ll talk to these nice ‘people’. We’ll get it all sorted out.”

She seemed hesitant and I couldn’t blame her, she doesn’t know me from anyone and when she grabbed my hand she sent a bit of power through me. I knew she was just feeling out my intentions and emotions, I wasn’t going to begrudge her a little protection. Then she looked very confused…and I just smiled…this girls aura is clean. She has done nothing wrong, crossed no moral lines anyway. I’m just interested to see why they were hunting her through the forest. She got up and went with me to my main house. I wrapped her in a blanket, put her in front of the fire with some stew and a lovely hunk of bread I made myself. I pulled my curtains of course; they don’t need to be looking in my window. She’ll be safe, I know it.

BANG! BANG!

“OPEN UP IN THE NAME OF THE INQUISITION! UNDER ORDER OF THE HOLY GOD SOLAS, WE DEMAND ENTRANCE INTO YOUR HOME!”

That is someone who thinks they have power here, at least by the tone of their voice. The little girl jumps of course, big scary man hammering on a door would do that to anyone. A little pat to her shoulder before I turn to the door. She was still confused, but a little less scared. I bet she is still trying to process what she learned about me, takes a bit really. I don’t blame her. Still she was eating now, that was good.

When I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of a dozen armored and armed men. One of course was better armed and armored than the rest, he wore a very familiar symbol on his chest. I smile of course, I’m shorter than they are and unarmed. I’m not a threat to them…in their eyes.

“Sir, do you know where you are? Don’t worry I’ll answer that question for you. This is the Forbidden Forest. There has been a treaty in place for the last one hundred and fifty years that keep the kingdom and their enforcers, that would be you, from entering without the expressed consent of the individual that lives here, that would be me. You are breaking a treaty written in blood and supported by the king. Is that something you desire to do? I’ll let you leave right now and we’ll just call this whole ordeal a mistake.”

There was a pause in the leader as he thought of my words. It was almost as though no one had spoken to him like that before. How irritating. Have things fallen out of favor that hard.

“The king no longer rules. The Holy Pope no governs the realm, as the king as beheaded for heresy. All agreements are then null and void. We have authority here, let us in. We are searching for a witch. We…”

I raised my hand and he actually stopped talking. I didn’t think that would work, they clearly aren’t spoken back to at all very often. I could see the soldiers behind him look a bit confused as well.

“What is a witch?”

I needed clarification on that. I don’t know that term save for as a slur against women who were powerful. It was never a good thing and only used for oppression. I don’t like oppression.

“A witch…a woman born with power. That is an affront to our Lord Solas and they must be exterminated. Women are not meant to have power.”

Bigots…I don’t let my smile falter at all. NO matter the century no matter the cause there are always bigots, I know how to deal with bigots. I take one step outside and shut my door. Then they don’t have any line of sight into my house and that little girl will be safe, and she won’t see what comes next.

“First of all they are called Sorcerers, NOT Witches. Witches is a bigoted name used to push women down and allow men to commit violence against them. A person born with power is a Sorcerer, or a bard, or a druid…NOT a witch. Second of all, I don’t care for this Pope who likes to commit violence against women. IN that frame of mind, I’ve decided to resist. You will not be hunting that sweet little girl anymore, and I’ve decided not to forgive you trespassing on my land. You can pray now, if you think it will help.”

I’m old, but not weak. I live alone in a rather dangerous forest…but I’m left alone. It took the creatures of this place one week after I moved in more than one hundred years ago to learn that lesson. All of them laughed a little bit, a mocking tone that I did not much appreciate but I cannot blame them either, they’re idiots…and know not what they do.

“Listen here old man….”

I didn’t want to hear his insult so I punched him square in the breast place. I held back, but only a little bit. He hit the ground hard, about fifteen yards away with his chest caved in. Geeze, I am out of practice aren’t I? Oh well, I’ll have time to get back into the swing of things.

“I’d tell all of you who I am but if you knew that you wouldn’t be here in the first place. I’m going to let you run…and who ever gets to the forest first gets to deliver my message to your Pope. The sleeping giant has awoken and will lay waste to your empire.”

I killed one more after they took a few swings, they might as well be standing still for how slow they are. I’ve been training for a very long time, first as a paladin and then as a monk. I don’t age anymore…I’m older then the country they fight for.

Okay…so I killed three before the other eight turned to run. It was a new one in the least amount of armor who was able to run the fastest. Go figure, the one with the least amount of sin in his aura is the one who would get away. Good for him. They aren’t powerful, not even hardly trained. It looks like they just grabbed people who were bullies and gave them armor and a title and sent them out to do the bidding of the Pope. I’m faster, I’m stronger…and I killed the last seven of them as the rain poured and the thunder shook the ground.

“Solas this is your fault you know. If you talked to the people who would do villainy in your name maybe they wouldn’t. You owe me for what I’m about to do and don’t for one moment think that if you don’t repay me I won’t come up there and show you just how upset I am at having to leave my peace and quiet. You can start by cleaning up these bodies…and ask Tempest to cut the storm out, I’m going to protect all the women, not just this one.”

I knew my words would carry, I haven’t spoken to the gods for a long time…and when I speak they listen. The storm…it died down very quickly and in a bright flash of light the bodies were gone. I had to smirk just a little bit…I still had it at least. That one would get lost in no time, so I had a cushion to get to the pope and kill him. I didn’t want to, but at this point I had to. There wasn’t diplomacy with this. There was murder and that was it. They needed to see their god crumble, that is how it always ended. That is how it needed to end. I thought I could get outside of the cycle.

Back in the house the little girl had been watching through the window and she scrambled back to her seat when I walked back in. The air was still thick with her fear, and well I can’t blame her. I just killed eleven people right in front of her with no weapon or spell. One hundred years ago I could have done it without her even seeing.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. You coming here was the wake up call I needed. I’m…I’m sorry things got so bad.”

I move to sit opposite her on the fire and put a kettle to warm up. We have plenty of time to move, I was going to let her sleep for a while before asking if she wanted to join me, but after a few minutes of silence and her just looking at me, she spoke first.

“I’m need to come with you. They still have my mom. Too many have been hurt. Too many have died.”

Things were bad, she wouldn’t sleep anyway would she? I just nudge the stew to her, and she picks it up and starts eating. There is a sigh that tumbles past my lips as I look at her and just nod. How could I say no really. Not that I had planned to but maybe I could have talked myself into going alone. Maybe when this is all said and done they’ll let me have my peace again. When the Pope’s body is thrown down the stairs to his followers and they see their gods have condemned them instead of helping, maybe that will be enough…but it rarely is. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

"P-please. Don't let them take me…" A witch, a young girl pleaded as she hides in your shed. You see the fear in her eyes as you hear the armored footsteps of the inquisition approached your home. Your heart thumps. They don't take heretics lightly nor one that shields them from their hold.

[inseobts]

Stolen Sketches

zoro x reader

he's the muse for your drawings and he doesn't know, or at least you think so.

words count: 1k

tags: sfw, romance, soft

masterlist || ko-fi

The ocean breeze brushes against your skin as you sit near the railing, sketchbook resting on your lap. Your charcoal-stained fingers move with ease, tracing out sharp lines and soft shadows. Once again, your subject is Zoro.

You don’t know why you always end up drawing him. Maybe it’s the way he leans against the mast, arms crossed, looking like he owns the whole ship. Or the way he naps in the afternoon sun, his face free of tension, his swords always within reach. There’s something about him—something strong, something steady—that makes him impossible to ignore.

But as always, once you’re done, you hesitate. You stare at the sketch, lips pressed together, and then sigh.

It’s no good.

Before you can overthink it, you rip the page out, crumple it into a ball, and toss it into the trash bin near the stairs.

What you don’t know is that the moment you step away, Zoro moves. He’s been doing this for weeks now—waiting for you to finish, pretending not to care, then silently retrieving the discarded sketches when no one’s looking.

At first, he told himself it was just curiosity. He happened to see the first one in the trash and thought it was too well-drawn to be thrown away. But then he found another. And another.

And before he knew it, he was taking them all.

He doesn’t even know why. He just knows that seeing his own face drawn with such detail—his expressions captured so carefully by your hand—does something weird to his chest.

So, he keeps them.

Tucked away in his locker, folded neatly, hidden from sight.

At least, that’s what he thinks.

Until today.

The scent of grilled fish and warm bread fills the air as the crew gathers in the dining hall. It’s a lively dinner—Luffy is stuffing his face, Usopp is telling some over-exaggerated story, and Nami is already threatening to hit him. You sit across from Zoro, quietly eating, when suddenly—

“Oi, Zoro.”

Sanji’s voice rings out, carrying a sharp edge of amusement.

Zoro doesn’t even look up “What?”

Sanji smirks and holds up something between his fingers. A crumpled piece of paper—unfolded, smoothed out, and very, very familiar.

Your breath catches in your throat.

“Care to explain why you have this?”

Zoro’s entire body goes rigid. His grip tightens around his cup, jaw clenching “Where the hell did you get that?”

Sanji waves the paper tauntingly “Found it while grabbing some spices. Your locker was barely closed, mosshead. You seriously suck at hiding things.”

Luffy, still chewing on a drumstick, tilts his head “Oh! That’s y/n’s drawing!”

Your stomach twists.

Nami leans in to get a better look “Wait… y/n drew this?”

Robin, ever the observer, chuckles softly “Interesting.”

Everyone turns to look at you. Then at Zoro. Then back at you.

You can’t breathe.

Zoro, meanwhile, is glaring daggers at Sanji “Tch. None of your damn business.”

“Oh, but it is our business now,” Usopp grins “Because, uh… why do you have a secret stash of y/n’s sketches, exactly?”

“Secret stash?!” Your voice comes out higher than intended.

Nami raises an eyebrow “So there’s more?”

Zoro exhales sharply through his nose “Damn cook—”

“Oh, don’t blame me for your bad hiding skills” Sanji says, folding his arms “What I wanna know is why you’ve been hoarding drawings of your own damn face.”

Zoro looks like he’s about to either strangle Sanji or jump overboard.

Luffy grins, still clueless “Zoro, do you like y/n?”

Silence.

Your entire body freezes.

Zoro groans, rubbing his temple “Shut up, Luffy.”

Sanji smirks “Not a no.”

Robin rests her chin on her palm, looking amused “Well, Zoro, you might as well explain. Keeping someone’s discarded artwork isn’t exactly normal behavior.”

Your heartbeat is erratic “You… you kept all of them?”

Zoro finally looks at you. His gaze is firm, unreadable, but there’s something there—something tense, something real. He exhales, then grumbles “Yeah.”

Your breath catches.

He shifts uncomfortably, crossing his arms “Didn’t see the point in letting them go to waste.”

Nami squints “That’s it?”

Robin chuckles “I doubt that’s all there is to it.”

Sanji smirks “Come on, mosshead. Just admit it—you like being y/n’s muse.”

Zoro scowls “I don’t even know what the hell that means.”

You finally find your voice “…Why didn’t you tell me?”

His fingers tighten around his cup again “Didn’t think it mattered.”

Your chest feels tight. It mattered to you.

Luffy, ever the instigator, grins again “Zoro, do you like (Y/N)?”

“Luffy—”

“Do you?”

Zoro groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. Then, after a long pause, he mutters under his breath “…Yeah. So what?”

Your entire brain short-circuits.

The table erupts.

Sanji nearly chokes. Usopp gasps dramatically. Nami blinks, then grins. Luffy laughs like this is the best dinner he’s ever had. Robin just chuckles.

And you? You can’t think. Can’t speak.

Zoro, meanwhile, looks like he wants to die.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. Then, after what feels like forever, you manage “You like me?”

Zoro sighs “You really need me to spell it out?”

Usopp claps a hand over his mouth “Hoooooooly crap.”

Your face is burning “I— I didn’t know.”

Sanji huffs “Probably because he’s about as emotionally expressive as a rock.”

Zoro glares “Shut up.”

Luffy laughs “y/n, do you like Zoro?”

Now everyone is looking at you.

You swallow hard, heart hammering. The answer is obvious—but saying it out loud feels like stepping off a cliff.

You glance at Zoro, who’s still watching you, waiting, tense.

Then, slowly, you smile “…Yeah. I do.”

The table erupts again.

Zoro exhales, shoulders finally relaxing. He looks away, rubbing the back of his neck, and mutters “Tch. ‘Bout time.”

Sanji groans “Ugh, disgusting. I’m gonna be sick.”

Luffy cheers “Yay! Now you guys can kiss!”

Zoro chokes “LUFFY!”

You laugh, heart feeling lighter than it has in weeks.

Maybe you won’t be throwing your sketches away anymore.

And maybe—just maybe—you’ll be drawing a lot more of him.

[loveletterlore]

masking the truth ♡ e.m. x reader

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: reader is not having a good time at Steve's Halloween party, Eddie seems to be having a great time, unbeknownst to each other that they'd much rather be together.

warnings: angst, eddie and reader are dummies who don't realise they are both pining, fluffy angst kind of idk

word count: 2.1k

authors note: omg first fic on this account I'm so scared ahaha. recent life things have led me back into the arms of Eddie and you know what, fuck it

Steve’s Halloween parties were legendary for a number of reasons: awesome costumes, lots of booze and usually some decent drama. Little did you know, this year the drama would be you.

You had turned up to the party late, still reeling from an argument with your sibling over who would be which Disney princess, which had blown wildly out of proportion when they had started getting too personal with the digs. Anxiety had settled over you in the car ride over, your knee bouncing and fingers picking at the fabric of your outfit. As soon as the car rolled to a stop, you flung the door open and jumped out, beelining for the house in search of alcohol and him.

The front door was propped open with a beer keg, the jocks crowding around and chanting random noises, not even sounding like words. You headed for the kitchen, looking for any sort of bottle that you could grab and chug. You found a bottle of vodka, still half-full, flicked off the cap and took a large swig, drops gliding down your chin from impatience. Wiping your face, your eyes searched the crowd for a recognisable face.

You spotted the hair before you saw the face. The host himself, Steve Harrington, was dancing with a group of girls in the center of the living room, hands in the air and a wide grin on his face. His eyes drifted around the room before meeting yours, waving his hands and gesturing for you to come over. You waved back before indicating to the other room, opting to find some more of your friends rather than break those girls’ hearts by stealing their King.

Another gulp of vodka down, you threw yourself on the sofa next to Robin, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“Hey loser,” Robin smirked, eyeing up your costume. “Wouldn’t you be more at home in a castle?”

“Shut up,” you huffed, bottom lip poking out. 

Robin took the bottle from your hand, taking a shot and giving it back with a grimace. 

“Why are you being grumpy?” Robin pouted down at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Who hurt our little princess?”

“The nasty, evil witch known as my sibling,” you rolled your eyes, taking another drink. “Anyway, what are you meant to be?”

Robin’s outfit consisted of a red bodywarmer, denim jacket and sunglasses.

“Dude you’re joking right?” her eyebrows knitted together, genuine concern painted across her face. “I’m Marty McFly… Back to the Future… ‘Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.’ How are we friends?”

“Because you love me,” you smiled up at Robin, the vodka finally in your system and blurring the edges. “And you don’t want to spend all of your time with Steve.”

Robin shuddered at the thought, “That is true. Where is he anyway?”

“Grinding on some girls in the other room. Who else is here?”

“The usual. Cheerleaders, jocks, ladies,” Robin wiggled her eyebrows at the last mention before nudging your shoulder. “I saw Eddie around here somewhere.”

Eddie Munson.

Known to some as “the freak” and to others as “the dungeon master”.

Known to you simply as Eddie.

You had been close with Eddie for a couple of months, after Dustin had brought Eddie and Steve together, uniting the friendship groups. His curly locks, ringed fingers, dimpled cheeks had you enamored from the first meeting, leaving you fighting a blush whenever you were in his company. 

Despite trying to remain cool at Robin’s words, your eyes scoured the room, looking for the curly mop of hair that would give away Eddie’s location. The previous feelings of anxiety bubbled in your stomach, the insecurities that had been thrown around returning to your thoughts. 

“He’s here?” you tried to keep your voice level, failing desperately to cover the shaking of your body. You tugged at your outfit, suddenly uncomfortable in your own skin, it was too short, too revealing, too showy. 

Robin’s eyes studied your face, noticing the sudden change. “Hey, what’s happening?”

“No, I’m okay, I’m fi-” your voice stopped as you found him. With another girl's arms around him. 

Of course. Of course he would. Why wouldn’t he? His recent alliance with Steve had raised his social standing, with girls now noticing him and wanting to “fix” him. It would make sense for him to take advantage of it. Your heart started racing in your chest. Of course it wouldn’t be you. Why would it be you? He had his pick of girls now, what made you seriously think that he would settle for you?

Robin’s eyes followed your steady gaze, landing on the sight you were fixated on.

“Dude, I don’t think-” Robin started, reaching the arm not around you to your other shoulder, trying to redirect your attention.

“I’m just gonna go, I shouldn’t even have bothered, this has been an awful night,” your voice wavered as you pushed Robin’s hands away. 

You stood on wobbly knees, hands shaking as you tried to pull your outfit over as much of your body as you could cover. Robin called out to you as you left but your feet stumbled along the carpet, aiming for the front door. As you passed through the living room, Steve’s eyes followed your figure, questioning why you were moving so fast and leaving so soon. You wrapped your arms around your waist, your limbs feeling heavy as your eyes welled up. 

Of course he wouldn’t want you. 

Why did you ever think it would be you? 

Just look at you. 

It would never be you.

You didn’t notice when it started raining, drops of water melting together with the tears that were streaming down your face. You were the epitome of a teenage disaster; walking the blocks home in a stupid skimpy outfit, hating yourself and sucker-punching your brain with self-deprecation every step of the way.

A cacophony of groans and whines erupted as Steve dragged himself away from the girls he had been dancing with, watching your figure racing out of the house. He heard his name coming from the other room, turning to meet Robin’s worried gaze.

“What’s up with that?” Steve pushed his sunglasses onto his head, nodding towards the door that you had just left. 

“I think we have a slight problem. You know how those two idiots don’t realise the thing?” Robin raised her eyebrows. “Thing go KABOOM.” 

Robin imitated an explosion with her hands, causing Steve to roll his eyes.

“God damn, do I have to do everything around here?” Steve started towards Eddie.

Eddie had removed his mask, looking flustered and trying to separate himself from the incredibly drunk girl who was draping herself over him. 

“Ma’am, please just-” Eddie was cut off as he was yanked away by the arm, turning to see Steve and Robin standing with hands on their hips.

“Okay dummy,” Robin started. “You fucked up.”

“How- what?” 

Steve tapped his foot impatiently, “The whole unrequited love thing? You need to go and fix it.”

Robin explained the situation to Eddie, whose face drained as he heard how you had left. His heart skipped a beat as Robin told him how you had been pining over him as much as he had you. 

“Shit. I gotta go.”

Your sobs were muffled by the blanket you had wrapped yourself in, cocooning yourself in an attempt to drown out the outside world. You had your Walkman turned up to maximum volume, the headphones digging into the side of your head as your body shook with each cry. Nothing could stop your mind from racing, thoughts running at light speed.

You’re not good enough. Who would want you? Of course Eddie Munson would never want you.

Remnants of your outfit were strewn over the floor, an oversized shirt and pyjama trousers instead covering your body. Your hair was still dripping from the rain, but you simply didn’t have the energy or the desire to deal with it. You were listening to a cassette that Eddie had given you, a mix of both of your music tastes, although the gift had come with a warning: 

“Sweetheart, if you tell anyone that I made a cassette with ABBA on it, I’ll kill you before you get a chance to run,” Eddie’s dimples blinded you as he grinned down at you, handing over the cassette. 

Another wave of pain washed over you at the memory, feeling stupid as you recalled all of the times you had read the signs wrong. As the track changed, you heaved in a breath and turned onto your other side. The brief moment of silence was interrupted by a small noise.

*tap*

*tap*

*taptaptaptaptaptap*

“What the-”, you took your headphones off, pulling the blanket down from over your head. Following the tap noise, you tiptoed over to your window, wiping your face to get rid of the tears that had started to dry, leaving a sticky residue. 

You jumped as another tap echoed, a small pebble bouncing off of your window. Looking down, you instantly recognise the mop of curls, despite his face being covered by the stupid halloween mask he had previously been donning. A groan vibrates through your body as you realise what you’re wearing, those thoughts still pounding in your head. 

Sliding your window up, you lean your head out, “Eddie?”

“Finally!” you can hear the toothy grin hidden beneath the mask. “I’m comin’ up.”

“No, Eddie-” you start to protest but Eddie had already clambered up the garage, nearing your window. Muttering under your breath, you hoped your parents were telling the truth when they said they’d be out late.

“Shit,” you panic, realising the state of your room - Eddie would definitely know something was up if he saw the depression pit you had concocted. Hurrying, you kicked your strewn clothes under the bed and reorganise the blankets on the bed. Running a quick hand across your face to get rid of any stray tears, you turned to the window, Eddie’s lanky figure climbing through.

With that stupid devil mask still on.

“Why are you here? Why aren’t you still at Steve’s?” you crossed your arms across your body, lightly kicking the carpet with your foot and avoiding Eddie’s gaze.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice was deep and gravelly as he took the mask off, tucking it in his back pocket. “What happened?”

Eddie reached for you and you took a step back, a pang of pain bursting through your body at the look on his face. You took a shaky breath, eyes flicking back and forward between Eddie and the floor.

“It’s nothing, I just-”

“Robin told me,” Eddie interrupted you, studying your face. “Everything. I mean, I think everything.”

Your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it. Moving slowly, Eddie took a step towards you, his hands reaching to rest on your arms. 

“So tell me angel, what happened?” Eddie ducked his head, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Eddie,” you breathed, looking up into his deep brown eyes. “I’m sorry, you don’t need to-”

“Angel,” his voice was stern now, deep with need. 

Taking a deep breath, you shifted in your stance. “I wasn’t feeling great and I just wanted to see you, but you were dancing with another girl and I mean obviously you can do that, I can’t tell you what to do or not to do.” 

Words raced out of you faster than you could think, your body beginning to wrack with nerves as you realised what you were confessing to.

“And I just don’t know what to do Eddie because I wanted it to be me you were dancing with. I wanted it to be me you wanted to dance with.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you met his gaze, terrified of what you might find written in his eyes. 

Eddie took a moment, before stepping closer to you, one hand lifting from your arm to caress your cheek as he started laughing. Your heart sunk at the noise.

See? He’s laughing at you. What an idiot to think this would be some romantic moment. He can’t even handle the thought of it without laughing.

Eddie noticed how your face dropped and immediately stopped, tucking his finger under your chin to drag your eyes to his.

“Sweetheart, I think we’re both idiots,” he grinned down at you, dimples shining in the darkness of the room.

Your chin trembled as you looked up at him, brain spinning from the whiplash of the situation.

Eddie blinked once, twice, then leaned down to meet your lips with his.

And for the first time that night, your brain was quiet.

a/n: was that stupid? that was probably stupid.

[chukys-mouthguard]

slim pickins

a boy who’s jacked and kind, can’t find his ass to save my life

featuring -> arber xhekaj x female reader

word count -> 1.1k

genre -> fluff, very mild mild angst

-> short n’ sweet series masterlist

You let out a sigh as you made your way up the stairs of your apartment complex, another night seemingly wasted on a guy who only took you to dinner to try and get in your pants afterwards. And while sure, it had been awhile since you’d slept with anyone, you weren’t solely looking for that. And sex on the first date was never a good start to a relationship in your eyes.

So now here you are, going home with your tail between your legs after another failed date. A bottle of wine calling your name once you took off your makeup and swapped your heels and uncomfortable bodysuit for an oversized T-shirt and reruns of Gossip Girl.

Fumbling with your keys as they got caught in the zipper of your bag, you let out a groan.

“Woah, tough night?”

Your neighbor Arber smiled at you as he came up the stairs, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he watched you struggling.

“Yes, Arber. Thank you for pointing out the obvious.”

With a huff, you finally got your keys untangled and unlocked the door of your unit. Heading inside you kicked off your heels and threw your bag on the counter, leather jacket flying across the room to land on the couch as you made a b-line for the fridge to get your hands on that bottle of wine.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You practically ripped the handle from your fridge as you jumped. Arber had a habit of lingering, and while you appreciate how he took interest in your life and when you were upset, he could do a better job at not scaring the crap out of you.

“Arber, seriously?! How many times do I have to tell you to knock or make your presence known a little less jumpscary?”

“Sorry.”

He laughed as he closed the door, taking off his own jacket and laying it over the back of a bar stool tucked under the kitchen island.

“So, what was this guy’s problem? Did he smell? Oh no, I got it. He likes to collect stamps.”

Shooting him a glare you returned the wine to the fridge after pouring two glasses, then sliding one to Arber.

“My grandpa collected stamps, relax. And no, didn’t smell. Simply just wanted in my pants, like all the other guys out there.”

Arber found himself a spot on your couch while you quickly went to change, opting for an oversized shirt and shorts now that you had company. Sure Arber had accidentally seen you in nothing but a t-shirt the few times he’d come barging in without warning, but you didn’t willingly want to give him anything to get wide eyed over.

“Hey now, not all guys want in your pants, you just must have really shitty luck with the ones you find.”

You rolled your eyes as you found a spot adjacent to him on the couch, taking a healthy sip of your wine.

“I just. I don’t know, I like to think I’m a catch. Like any guy would be lucky to find me. But it just feels like I’m never good enough, and I always end up hurt and alone. Maybe I’m just meant to be a single cat lady in this life.”

Though you were somewhat joking about the forever alone comment, you couldn’t help but feel like maybe there was some truth to it. Trying not to let the wine get you in your feelings, especially in front of Arber. Though you’d grown close, you didn’t feel like your relationship was on the level of crying while wine tipsy just yet.

“Y/n, stop with the pity party, you know none of that is true.”

“But what if it is? I mean, you said it yourself I suck at picking guys. Why don’t I deserve to find a guy that will listen, that wants to be around me, that likes me for me! Not just for the opportunity to get in my pants at the end of the night. Why can’t I find a guy like that? One who is kind, funny, can deal with my sarcasm and silliness and dish it right back. Why is that too much for me to ask for?”

Arber sighed as he set down his wine glass, sitting up on the couch as he pondered how to say what was on his mind. Not wanting to come across mean, but he felt that maybe some tough love was what you needed.

“You know what your problem is y/n? You’re oblivious!”

His words came out a bit harsher than he’d wanted, but the few drinks he’d had at the bar earlier mixed with the glass of wine had him feeling a bit relaxed and comfortable speaking his mind to you.

“Excuse me?”

He paced the floor as he let out a slight laugh, running a hand through his hair while you sat up confused.

“You’re so fucking busy looking for Mr. Perfect who checks all your boxes, that you fail to see a good guy when they are staring you in the face. You’re too hung up on the apps, face buried in your phone as you swipe left and right, that you fail to realize that maybe what you’ve been looking for, has been right in front of you. But don’t worry, message received loud and clear. Sorry I don’t want to sit around and hear you complain about your shitty luck with guys and how no one sticks around, when I’ve been here the whole fucking time. Goodnight y/n.”

With a slam of your door he was gone, and you couldn’t have felt like a bigger idiot. Of course, it was clear as day.

Arber.

Every time you’d come home crying because of a shitty date, or embarrassed because of the guy being a total weirdo, and every other story inbetween. Arber was always there. A glass of wine and a handful of jokes to make you feel better. To pick you back up and get you feeling confident in yourself again. To help you feel like there was still hope of finding someone. But little did you know they were just across the hall this whole time.

“Y/n you fucking idiot.”

Setting down your glass you quickly made your way across the hall. Hesitating as you pondered whether Arber would even open the door for you. But as you faintly knocked three times, you heard the lock click, and he soon appeared from behind the frame.

“Hi, I’m not sure if we’ve met? I’m y/n, and, I know this is random and possibly extremely forward of me. But I had a shitty first date tonight, and I’ve got a bottle of wine calling my name but I figured some company might be nice? Would you like to join me for a glass?”

A soft smile appeared on Arber’s lips as he accepted your hand in a shake, stepping out into the hall before closing the door behind him.

“Nice to meet you y/n, I’m Arber. And I’d love to join you.”

[imahyperfixated-artist]

Rest

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Ler:Doey

Lee: Y/N / You :3

Warnings: Mention of Feet tkls(?) vaguely described Injuries

‼️TIS A TICKLE FIC, NOT YOUR THING? GO AHEAD AND CLICK OFF‼️

Matt, Kev & Jack’s colors :3

A/N: First Fic I am putting out there, Inspo came from @conflictedemma little comic of Doey, hope you like it and I’m sorry it’s so short TvT .-👁️‍🗨️🐭🌲

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You sat on one of the beds in the safe haven. Exhausted but too paranoid to do anything but scope out the area. The Doctor was defeated and the prototype was nowhere around at the moment, maybe he got spooked by the Doctor's defeat. Ollie wasn’t responding at the moment but aside from that everyone was fine. The generator was fixed, most of the Critters resting, same with Kissy and Poppy.

For the most part, it was just you awake. You knew you could sleep. But You hadn’t slept in awhile and regardless you just knew you’d be plagued with nightmares. Adrenaline ran through you anyways. you couldn’t sleep, your body wouldn’t let you. So you sat debating what to do.

So many whispers about being hungry from the critters earlier. Why not go find some food, you had nothing better to do. You mounted your Grab pack on your back and went to leave, being quiet as you headed to the Infirmary. Avoiding waking any of the critters. You were just about to leave when two dough arms wrapped around you and pulled you back, Doey looming over you.

“Now where are you going, pal?”

Doey questioned, his tone curious and slightly suspicious. Though You helped his suspicions when you explained, pulling out the notepad you’d found a long while back and writing the explanation. He let go of you and moved to face you properly.

“Ah..well, you’ve been on a looot of adventures lately, friend. Don’t think it’s, ya knows..time for a little break. You just..look exhausted”

Doey suggested, eyeing you up and down. Your eyes were sucken, body littered with scratches and bruises. Your body shook with exhaustion despite your need to move.

‘They look like sh!t…’

‘Kevin!’

“Very exhausted..”

you shook your head, refusing to rest. You should make yourself useful. You had the energy, right? Doey frowned at your answer, your defiance to rest.

“Are you sure? As much as we need food, we don’t need you getting burned out. You’ve already done enough ya know.”

Doey tried again but again you refused so Doey gave in and sighed.

“Alright, fine..but at least let me patch you up first.”

Doey pleaded, giving you a look that made you cave. As long as it was quick.

Doey had you sit on a medical table as he laid out some bandages. He had you take off the Grab-Pack, putting it to the side. He looked closer at the scratches and bruises, running the dough and still mostly soft dough over your skin. He poked and prodded to check for any broken bones or internal pain, starting at your ribs.

That’s when the chaos started to ensue.

You were able to control yourself at first, sitting still and schooling yourself but eventually you started losing that control. Doey gave you a look, raising his eyebrow at every little jump and squeak. He asked if it hurt and shook your head, obviously he didn’t believe you but continued the examination regardless.

You kept jumping at every poke and prod at your ribs. Doey kept asking if you were okay and you kept nodding yes but with every jump and twitch and jolt his belief in that started depleting.

Then you giggled, you had failed to muffle your giggle when he yet again prodded at your ribs. That made him pause.

‘No way…’

‘Oh you’re kidding-‘

‘Aww, They’re ticklish!’

Doey stared at you for a moment, before his face split into a grin.

“What was that, friend?”

You shrugged and shook your head, acting clueless and Doey chuckled, raising his eyebrow again.

“Are you suure you don’t know? Well, if you don’t know, I suppose we should find out.”

Doey stated, gently digging into the spaces between your ribs. you yelp and crumble, giggles quickly bubbling up in your chest and spilling over.

“Does this hurt? And be honest, bud.”

Doey questioned, tilting his head teasingly. You shook your head, pushing at the doughman’s hands, which proved to be difficult.

“No?..what about this?”

Doey questioned as a new hand sprouted from the dough and reached for your tum. Gently prodding into the muscles.

You fell back onto the medical table in light hysteria, trying to push the three dough hands away which was impossible due to the dough texture simply morphing around your attempts.

“I guess not cause you’re giggling..what about your knees”

Doey asked rhetorically as yet another, smaller hand sprouting once more. Squeeze your knees which made you kick out.

“Oh would you look at that, your reflexes are working perfectly! Hmm where should I got next? I could..make sure you have all your ribs or..make sure you didn’t break your foot, that’d be a real shame if you had..”

Doey teased, not stopping for a second. Watching you laugh and wiggle around on the table like squirming would make a difference.

Doey watched with some fondness as you squirmed around and tired yourself out. Adorable. it wasn’t long before you tapped out and Doey pulled away immediately, giving you a moment to breathe before helping you sit up.

“Are you alright? I didn’t go too far, right?”

Doey asked with genuine concern and smiled when you nodded, confirming you were fine. Damn, it had been a minute since you’d laughed like that.

Doey gave you a moment longer to fully recover before he properly bandaged you to which he did give you a couple more pokes and squeeze. When he finished he brought you back to the beds to had you lay down with a blanket. You fell asleep with the other critters, smile plastered on your face.

Doey smiled at the sight, glad he could at least help you. It wasn’t long before he also got some shut eye, staying close by. Ya know, just in case.

[smallestapplin]

hello! Pretty Please feed my Decepticon hungry soul? can we get more reader x Decepticon harem?

Request Brought to you by the weird Anon-

I went a more fluffy route if that’s okay! Some hints if lewd acts near the end, but nothing graphic or descriptive.

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Your schedule is always filled, always so busy making you rounds to spend equal amounts of time with your lovers. You’re sitting on Thundercracker’s shoulder as he writes something, Starscream ranting in the background, and Skywarp seemingly distracted, which you don’t blame him.

“All I’m saying is maybe if the fool is too incompetent to copy simple reports, why should I have to clean up this mess? I am far too great for such simple work!”

You try to stifle your laugh but it comes out as a snort. Thundercracker looks at you, smile on his derma at such a cute sound, until it’s ruined by swiftly approaching pede steps. Looking to the side, you’re greeted by Starscream’s scowl, yet such an expression doesn’t phase you, not anymore.

“And what’s so funny, human?”

Oh, he’s pulling out the big guns you see, well two can play that game. You stand from your spot and carefully walk towards the end of the blue seeker’s shoulder, standing right in front of Starscream’s angry face.

Just to lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose.

You chuckle watching his wings shoot up sticking up in the air as he begins to sputter, his face plate heating up as he tries to collect himself but is failing terribly.

“Better, my star?” You’re trying so hard not to cackle at the horrible wheezing sound he makes.

“F-fine, I am beyond fine, even!”

You turn your head at the sound of a pitiful whine, and see Thundercracker looking at you with a playful pout.

“Aw, don’t I get a kiss, little light?” He’s been so good, surely he deserves a little reward, right?

“Hey wait, I should get a kiss too!” Within a blink of an eye Skywarp is in front of you, shoving Starscream out of the way, who lets out an offended squawk just to shove the purple seeker away.

As those two begin their bickering, you walk closer to Thundercracker’s faceplate, and begin leaving small kisses everywhere you could reach on him. He chuckles, face flushed blue with energon as his wings twitch up and down behind him, showing his joy.

“Hey that's no fair, I only got one!”

“One? I’ve gotten none, you scrapheap!”

“What is the meaning of this!”

You four jump into silence at the booming yell of Megatorn’s voice, his red optics narrow at you four clearly awaiting an answer.

“Lord Megatron we were just-“

“We didn’t mean-“

“I’m sorry Megs, it was my fault for distracting them from their work.” You quickly interject, not wanting your seekers to get in trouble for you fooling around.

Though you know Megatron sees right through you, you know he has the evidence to prove it and power to ignore your words, yet you’ve wormed your way into this old mech’s spark, how could he deny you when you’re looking at him so pitifully?

He rolls his optics before approaching you, his thudding pedes reminding you and the seekers in the room who's really in charge, even if Starscream would like to argue.

“Fine, but that means you’re coming with me so these fools can return to their work.” The larger con carefully picks you up from Thundercracker’s shoulder, gingerly holding you in his servo, before turning to leave.

Ignoring Starscream’s loud complaining and Skywarp’s soft agreement. Once the door closes behind you two, you look up at your Conjunx(as he calls you) and smile up at him, chuckling as he huffs.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You nuzzle your cheek into his thumb, still grinning up at him.

“What, can’t I show my consorts affection too?”

“Tsk, you’re more of a distraction, it’s a wonder how any of them get any work done with you around.” His tone to you was teasing, despite his low speech.

“Hey, I’ll have you know, Soundwave says he gets more work done when I’m around, so I think that’s just a them issue.”

Megatron gives you a small smile, his expression so tender as he looks at you. Carefully he moves you to his shoulder, humming contently as you nuzzle against his helm.

“You certainly are an odd human.”

“So you’ve told me.” You kiss his cheek, grinning ear to ear as you watch his cheeks flush faintly, almost missing such a rare sight from the great and powerful Megatron.

“It’s a miracle you still have your ability to walk and sass me.” He speaks, pausing mid step to open the door to the cockpit.

you playfully gasp, pretending to clutch a necklace you don’t even have, “Lord Megatron, how dirty of you.”

the large mech chuckles, walking through the room and passing a few of your needier beloveds.

you mutely wave at Soundwave when you see him looking at you, though you know he can’t complain, he got to have you in his habsuite last cycle, despite how obvious it is he wants to hold you once more, with Rumble and Frenzy not far behind on that sentiment. You have to try so hard not to giggle, watching the two cassettes struggle to eject so they could have a chance to have you.

Shockwave glances at you perched cutely on the Leader’s shoulder, and makes an unamused hum, the scientist was always one to grab and touch you, still wanting to know more and it never being enough, one could say he’s grown addicted.

though he hates sharing, it puts a wrench in his plans.

especially when he can hear the rest of the foolish crew rushing, as soon as they hear you’re no longer in a private room.

He narrows his optic, as does Soundwave and Megatron, when the door is ripped open, revealing several more decepticons, who all try to act like they weren’t sprinting through the halls to get to you.

Yeah, being the Decepticons' lover wasn’t a bad thing.

In fact, you’re thriving.

[leyavo]

| Let me in | Soap

Summary: TF 141 boys and how their wife/gf helps them when they come home after a long and gruelling mission.

I enjoyed doing the wife/gf series and wanted to do some more 🥲 [Ghost] [Price] & [Gaz] already done.

[Wife/GF masterlist]

Soap x younger girlfriend!reader (Soap's around 26 in cod, gf is early twenties) ghost briefly at the beginning.

Johnny returned three months later than planned, no communication or text to say he’d be back. No you’d just got home from a gig, flat pitch black as you moved through it on muscle memory alone.

Only to have a hulking figure on the sofa, the glow of the tv shining on Johnny’s face. Hoody draped over his chest instead of the throw hanging over the back of the cushions. You’d leant over his sleeping form, whispering his name only for him to jerk awake. His head crashing into yours as he sat up. He’d apologised multiple times, palm holding his side as he winced and pulled you up from the floor with his other hand.

Another hooded figure in the corner moved in the arm chair. Half masked, eyes blinking back at you in the shadows. You shrieked, stumbling over the bag you’d dropped. Johnnys hand circled your wrist, bloody and bruised knuckles glowing in the light of the tv.

“S’okay, lass. That’s me LT.” Johnny said as if that’s meant to mean something to you. He hardly talked about his work, so the abbreviation was lost on you.

You shoved his shoulder, “what the fuck Johnny,” you whispered harshly, glancing to the stranger out of the corner of your eye. He blended in with the shadows as if he favoured the darkness more than the light. You’d be checking the corners of each room from now on.

Reaching over Johnny as he laid back on the sofa, you flicked the lamp on and gasped.

The right side of Johnny’s face grazed, green bruise staining his cheek. The short sleeved T-shirt revealing his gauze wrapped arm, pink tinge bleeding through the bandage. His palm still cupping his side below his ribs. Chest juttering each time he breathed.

“Simon,” Johnny mumbled, as if summoning something supernatural. The flickering of the tv, not helping to ease your nerves. Finger pointing to the silent shadow who had not spoken yet.

“Why don’t we get you to bed,” you said, hand slipping under his arm as you tried to hoist him up.

“I got it.”

You jumped at the sound of his deep voice, didn’t even hear Simon approaching behind you. His arm tucking around Johnny’s back, helping him up. He leant his weight against Simon, head dropping down as he focussed on his footsteps.

Simon paused, glancing over his shoulder to you. “Bedroom?” He asked, gaze flitting back to the two closed doors.

You had a habit of closing them, then you’d know if someone had been in the flat if they were open. Johnny’s security tips now second nature to you.

“Oh yeah,” you stuttered, showing him to the bedroom. Watching him gently lay Johnny on the bed, readjusting his arm so he wasn’t leaning on it and the bandages. You couldn’t help but track his every move, averting your gaze each time his eyes met yours.

There was something unapproachable and guarded about him, like he didn’t want to get involved with anyone. Not that wanted to get close to him.

You followed him out the bedroom, into the kitchen where Johnny’s army bag was dumped on the floor.

Simon slid a brown paper bag across the counter and tipped out the contents. “Johnny’s probably gonna sleep for a good few hours. These are his pain meds, all the doses and tha’ are in there,” he said, pointing to the little white pill boxes.

You nodded, wondering if you needed to write it all down.

“His bandages will need to be removed when he wakes up, clean the wounds ya’ know. Johnny will probably do tha’ himself though. Just make sure he sticks to taking his meds at the stated times, the only way he’ll heal fast,” he said, his mouth moving beneath his mask. The skeleton teeth looked like they were snapping.

“Uh, yes sir.” Oh, god you wanted to disappear into the shadows. You don’t know what possessed you to call him sir, like you were answering your father when he instructed you to do something. Johnny would no doubt tease you for it till his last breath.

Simon blinked back at you, nodding his head. “Alright, well I’m off then. Johnny can give me a bell if he needs anything.”

And just like that you bid Simon goodbye and closed the door, sliding the lock into place.

You tip toed back to the bedroom, pausing in the doorway. Johnny’s low snores echoing the room. His hand still holding his ribs, brows furrowed.

Sliding into bed beside him, you finally released a trembling breath. The ache of your chest tightening as Johnny groaned in his sleep. Even in his dreams he seemed in pain.

-

The door to the bathroom had been locked for over an hour. Your ear pressed against the wooden panel, Johnny’s muffled groans and heavy steps filling the silence.

You’d offered to help him get out of his clothes and bathe him, but he’d brushed you away saying he wasn’t a wee kid. The running water long stopped and replaced by his stumbling steps and string of curse words for whatever was going on in there.

“Babe, you okay in there?” You tapped lightly on the door, nails drumming against the wood. “Can you let me in?”

Johnny doesn’t quite let you in when it comes to the job. He either stays on base to recover or doesn’t show you the cuts and scrapes when he returns. Only wants to focus on being with you, in the present. Not dwelling on the past or what happened a few weeks ago.

You normally went out the same night of his return, downing shots and playing darts. Making out in the Photo Booth, walking home hand in hand and waking up in the morning with a coffee beside your bed. Part of you wants to see all of him, that side he pushes down so he doesn’t ruin the vision you have of him. As if he could. As much you love that your relationship’s light hearted, you want to know if you can handle his darkness too.

Let me in, you wanted him to let you in. To not feel like he’s burdening you with his shit. You want to be there for him, like he is when you are panicked or scared. Like the time you thought someone was following you home, you video called him on the walk home and he talked you through how capable and strong you were. Remember those self defence moves? Yeah, I’m sure you won’t need them, but you know how to handle yourself. Thankfully you didn’t need them, but his voice helped you keep it together.

The click of the lock drew you out of your thoughts and you opened the door. Johnny sitting on the edge of the bath tub, jeans strewn across the tiled floor. His T-shirt half off, one arm out and other still in it. His boxers hung low on his hips.

“Need some help there, pal?” You asked, smiling back at him as he shook his head.

“Can’t lift my damned arm,” he muttered, tugging you closer to him.

You stood between his legs, his palms on the back of your thighs. You stretched the T-shirt over his head and slipped it down his bandaged arm.

“Do you want, um,” you said, pointing to the bandages.

Johnny shook his head, touch slipping away from you as he unraveled the gauze wrapped around his elbow and forearm. He stood up and twisted to the side, shielding you from the worst of it.

Once he’d removed the bandages, he tossed them into the sink. His hands framing your face, tilting your head up as he pressed his lips to yours. Fingers tracing the back of your neck, tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer to deepen the kiss.

Such a good distraction, but you know what he’s doing. Trying to divert your attention away from his side, he’s walking you back towards the door. Your back hitting the cold tiles of the wall, one hand planted near your head as broke away from the kiss to catch his breath.

You glanced down, but his finger tipped your chin up again to focus back on his face. Staring at you, as if daring you to ask him what happened.

“Johnny,” you scolded him, pushing him off you. Accidentally touching his ribs, he doubled over and sucked in a breath. “Shit, shit. I didn’t mean to…”

“Fuckin’ hells bells,” he muttered under his breath, head dropping to your shoulder. The weight making you sway with him.

“Let me help you, stop being so proud and let me take care of you!” Your voice raising, his head lifted and it felt like the first time you’d seen him struggling. Unsure whether to accept your offer, to show you the true extent of his pain. The tension in his shoulders loosened and he nodded his head in defeat.

He let you guide him back to the tub, your hands on his arm as you helped him sit in the bath. He squeezed his eyes shut, fists clenching as he tried to manage the pain. You traced soothing circles on his shaved head, but you couldn’t look away from the gashes merged with blues and greens on one side of his ribs and hip.

Johnny handed you a wash cloth and hung his head over the back of the tub, sliding down further into the water. “Explosion threw me into a wall.” Is all he offered you as he chased the swirls of bubbles in the bath.

You don’t say anything, what can you say to that. Just dipped the cloth in the water and dragged it over his chest, he hummed, clutching your hand in his as he led it to the wounds. You tried to snatch your hand back, but he tightened his hold, trying to clean it and get it over with.

“There’s probs’, some shrapnel still in there,” he said, eyes burning into the side of your face. As if he’s trying to say the worse and test your reaction. To see if you can stomach it, if you’ll stick around.

“Well, we should clean it then.”

Johnny released your hand, nodding for you to continue.

The impact of Johnny returning home injured, felt like a bucket of ice had been dumped on your head. You being the person to look after him, something that never crossed your mind before. There’s something intimate in the way you gently wash his body, something you’ve never done to anyone and never had done to yourself.

“You’re good at this, ya’ siblings do this for ya?” Johnny’s eyes are closed, arms draped over the side, fists no longer clenched.

Johnny knows you had a somewhat neglected childhood, youngest of five and left to all fend for yourselves. It’s why you’re so comfortable doing your own thing, but there’s soft and gentle moments like this where you wonder what is right and wrong. If you’re overstepping a boundary, are you too rough with your care or not giving enough to make him feel better?

“No, just had a shower at home. Water was always cold by the time I got to wash.” The eldest always went first, leaving you till last like everything else in your childhood.

“That’s why you like soaking in the tub aye?” He mused, hand pawing at your hair. “You wanna get in? I’ll give you a good clean.” He splashed a bit water at you, smirk playing on his lips.

You scoffed, slapping his wet hand away from your face. “Maybe next time, you dog.” You couldn’t help but laugh though, even in pain he was needy.

His phone buzzed on the shelf and he glanced to the lit screen, glancing to you with a toothy grin. “Simon wants to apologise for scaring you.” Another bubble of text appearing on the screen.

You shook your head. “He didn’t scare me.” Lies, you know Johnny can see right through you, but he’s fighting back a smile. And you know that he knows.

“You called him sir?” Johnny said, trying to muffle his laugh, wincing as his body shook.

God, you wanted to push him under the water. You wondered if he’d ever let it go.

“Yeah, he’s older babe. Proper adult you know.” You didn’t say how scary you thought his friend was, how his voice set you on edge. Maybe it was just the mask that freaked you out, you know Johnny wouldn’t bring anyone into your shared home if he didn’t trust them.

“I’m an adult, you don’t call me sir.”

“Oh shut up,” you said, pushing his head out of your face. Even though you were both adults, it didn’t feel like it sometimes. You loved the playfulness of your connection, not taking everything so seriously. These teasing moments your favourite. Cheeky Johnny your favourite too.

Johnny stepped out of the bath, trying to herd you into his wet body. Water drenching the mat and dripping over the floor. You squealed, ducking under his one out stretched arm and threw the warm towel at him.

The medication on the side of the sink caught your eye and you picked it up.

You shook the packaging, setting aside the sheet of tablets and picked up the folded leaflet. Johnny’s wet hands plucked the paper from your grasp, flinging it to the side.

“I need to take two tablets now and another two in four hours.”

“Wait, are sure babe? How do you even know that?” You’re way out of your depth, you can barely look after yourself and here you are trying to care for Johnny. His body battered and bruised, something you’d never seen before.

“Yeah, medics and the nurse at the infirmary wrote it down for me. Don’t worry.”

He pecked your cheek, arm draping over your shoulders. Your night shirt soaked, but you helped him into the bedroom, sitting him down on the edge of the bed.

You popped two tablets out of the packet and held it out for him, glass of water on the side. “Drink up.”

“Call me sir and I might just take them,” he said pinching your thigh. You swerved his next pinch, tablets falling from your grasp. The bath seemed to freshen him up, colour back in his cheeks and he moved with a bit more ease.

“I’ll call Simon,” you threatened, raising a brow at Johnny.

Hope you enjoyed 😌 there might be some errors/ mistakes as I’m dyslexic. I do edit it a couple of times, but I do miss certain things so won’t be perfect - Leya

[nakidoriii]

I’ll Take You (part 3)

Alucard x reader mini series (part 1 & 2 links at the end)

It had been four nights since your night with Adrian. You were both traveling and didn’t expect to see him again. Besides you two weren’t traveling to the same destinations, matter of fact, you didn’t even know where he was going. You secretly hoped that you could see him again, at least one more time. You and your bandmates had traveled to France for the next show.

You walked the streets of Paris, with your compact harp strapped to your back. You thought about the night you shared with Adrian. The way his words still replayed in your mind even days later. It was almost like he cursed you to only think of him.

“Can I carry that for you?” A voice from behind you asks.

You’d recognize that soft yet tender voice anywhere. You turn around to see Adrian’s golden eyes locked on you. You walk over to him and jump in his arms, hugging him. You really thought that you’d never see him again.

“Adrian, What are you doing here?” You ask looking up at him

“I wanted to see the traveling musicians from the West Indies. There’s a singer in the group I can’t stop thinking about… I fancy her.” He says in his usual soft voice.

“That’s funny, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind either. Will you join me for lunch?” You ask.

“Yes, of course. I know a great spot where we can be alone and talk.” He says.

You couldn’t believe he was standing before you in the flesh. You grab his hand and lead him to a bakery shop. You bought a small loaf, some cheese, and a bundle of grapes for the two of you to share. Once those were purchased, Adrian led you to that secret spot he had mentioned.

“Adrian, may I ask you something?” Your hand clutched onto his as you walked beside him.

“Anything.” He responds.

“How are you able to be in the sunlight?”

“I’m only half vampire. My mother was human. May I ask you something?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Why are you so comfortable with me being a vampire? I don’t sense an ounce of fear from you.”

“You are not the first vampire I’ve met. You see, my mother was a witch so I have met all sorts of other worldly creators. I, unlike most people, do not think that vampires and otherworldly creatures are inherently bad. I treat them as I would humans.”

Your response made Adrian start to fall for you. It was very rare that he met people that think as he does. He knew at that moment that he wanted to have you in his life. His fingers hook onto your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. He pulls you towards him, placing his big hands on both sides of your face. He caresses your cheeks as he stares into your eyes.

“To be the daughter of a witch while having such a diplomatic way of thinking. Your mind is as beautiful as you are.” He whispers.

He plants a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more. He grabs your hand and begins to walk with you again. You ask Adrian more about his life, eagerly wanting to know more about him. He answers you happily and with no hesitation.

“We’re here, darling.” He says.

He had brought you to an open field filled with wildflowers and lavender. You had never been anywhere like this before. Adrian notices your expression and says, “I’m guessing you’ve never seen anything like this.”

“No, nothing of the sort. Adrian, it’s beautiful.” You mumble taking in the vibrant colors in the field.

“Let’s go find a spot. Maybe you can play me a song? Sing for me? Please?” Adrian begs softly.

You let out a small laugh and nod your head ‘yes’. Adrian sits down in the field of flowers and pats the ground next to him, signaling you to sit. You take your harp off your back and sit down with it in your arms. Adrian smiles and watches you. Your fingers glaze over the strings as you begin to hum lightly. Adrian had to be your biggest fan. He didn’t tell you this but it reminded him of how his mom would sing to him. It was just as comforting. Once you finish playing, you set the harp down next to you and face Adrian as you both begin eating the food you got from the bakery.

“Y/N, would you… would you ever want to travel together?” He looks at you with pleading eyes.

“If you’d have me, sure. When would we do that?” You reply with no hesitation.

“After your show tonight. We can find a room for the night and head out in the morning.” He places his hands on your cheek. “I know we haven’t known each other long but I love being near you. I’m currently going to visit some friends of mine and I would love for them to meet you.”

Little did he know that you would follow him anywhere. You were in love with him but you wouldn’t tell him considering you just met. It filled you with happiness knowing he’d want to travel with you.

“That settles it then, I’m going with you.”

That’s the end of my mini series! Hope you all enjoyed it.

Part one Part two Masterlist

Do not steal or alter any of my work ©️

[nmhdreamscape]

late night thoughts pt. 1 ✧ l.jn (valentine's gift series)

pairing | friend!jeno x fem!reader

content | friends to lovers, fluff

word count | 569

request | jeno + 16

note | listened to can't get you by jaehyun on repeat while writing this

hanging out with jeno on valentine’s was… painful, to say the least. not because it was a bad time, not even in the slightest. jeno had made sure to fill your day with activities that would have fulfilled any girl’s valentine’s day fantasy. the pain stemmed from the fact he was doing this out of the goodness of his heart, as a friend. a friend who simply felt sorry that you were single and alone on valentine’s day. a friend who didn’t reciprocate your feelings even in the slightest. and that’s what stung the most.

after the day you had spent with him, jeno had walked you back to your apartment like the gentleman he was. he saw you safely inside before returning home himself. after watching his figure walk away from your view, you had a little cry at the situation you had found yourself in. you then proceeded to cheer yourself up with some ice cream and an episode of one of your comfort shows, before finally winding down to go to sleep.

however, your sleep was rudely interrupted by a familiar ringtone sounding through your silent room. you didn’t have to look at the screen to know who was calling, there was only one person you had set to pass by do not disturb. you rolled over with a groan, snatching your phone off the charge to answer the call.

“jeno? why are you calling? it's 3 in the morning?” you mumbled, brain still waking up from its sleep-riddled state. however, you were only met with silence on the other line. “jeno? hello?” still nothing. if you focused hard enough, you could hear his breathing on the other side of the line. you were starting to get fed up with his lack of response, you were getting ready to hang up when jeno finally spoke.

“i can’t stop thinking about you.” well, that sure as hell woke you up. you shot up in your bed, looking down at your phone in shock.

“what?” you gasped, now holding your phone closer to make sure you were hearing things correctly.

“i can’t… i can’t get you out of my mind.” jeno muttered, fumbling over his words. “spending today with you… i realised i just need to be honest with you, with how i feel about you.” he finished, taking a deep breath. it didn’t take much thought to figure out what he meant, heat quickly rising to your cheeks. a small smile formed on your lips at the thought that your feelings were reciprocated.

“lee jeno if you’re about to confess to me on a phone call, i will hang up.” you teased, now feeling a little lighter at the revelation of your friend’s feelings. you were once again greeted with a moment of silence, jeno seeming to think over what you had said before clarifying.

“because you don’t want me to confess?” he questioned, worry evident in his voice. you simply let out a small laugh in response.

“why don’t you come and confess in person and find out.” you replied, a smirk forming on your lips as you heard him immediately begin to jump out of bed. jeno mumbled a quick goodbye before hanging up. at that, you put your phone down and flopped back down onto your bed, the smile inerasable from your face. you hoped that he wouldn’t take too long to come over.

valentine's gift masterlist

[vintagerpg]

C6: The Official RPGA Tournament Handbook (1987) is one of the oddest 1E D&D products TSR published. Admittedly, tournaments will forever be a baffling mode of play to me, but I understand why folks might want to jump into one at a con. I do not understand why you would want to run your own tournament in your house, and I just refuse to believe that enough players out there desired that experience to warrant a module like this. The fact that there are no credits in the book doesn’t exactly boost my confidence.

There are two scenarios included. The first is a simple escort mission. The second is a more elaborate rescue mission called “Mines of Moradin,” which had enough of a history on the old tourney circuit that I actually recognize the name (I am convinced the art is reused from something else, though I can’t recall where that might be). They’re…fine. They have notes so you can run them as tournaments, or adapt them to campaign play but they are so nondescript I don’t know why you would want to. I do see how, being somewhat creatively flat, is an asset for tourney play, where you can drive you characters like stolen cars. The relatively blank slate here encourages something that seems rather fun, even. But making tourney play fun means the scenarios are weirdly dull in more traditional play. The C stands for Competition, but the previous entries in the series definitely had lots of tweaks to make them broadly appeal to different types of play. Not so much here.

The rest of the book is rounded out by information on running tournaments. None of it makes a particularly strong case for doing so. Also, man, what is going on with Europe and Africa on the cover. Looks like an asteroid took out Istanbul.

[fancyfeathers]

Hi, im the anon who brought up a song by garbage. I was listening to Chicago, like any theater kid does, and I can’t do it alone came on. It reminded me of Ring leader! Villain! Dick, in a way that he would talk about his parents routine and showing reader each move in hopes that they can do it together. (If 🪱 anon isn’t taken, may I be that anon.)

have a nice rest of your night or day

Yandere!Batboys as Villains with Robin!Darlings AU Masterlist

Oh my god I love this idea, especially because as his darling’s day job I picture her as a ballerina/performer because of the parallels between them.

Like I can just imagine she is staying after rehearsal to use the stage to break in a new pair of pointe shoes, she was given the keys to lock up so she is the last one in the theater and she is all cozy in her sweatpants and hoodie over her leotard and has her headphones on, the noise canceling kind since she is alone, or so she thinks. She already called Bruce to let her know that she will be home late because she is locking up.

She pauses when she gets a call, the ringing intercepting her music is what gets her attention. So she huffs and goes back to her bag on the sight side of the stage where her phone is, it’s Bruce. When she answers she is slight annoyed until she actually hears the concern in her adoptive father’s voice…

“You need to get home know.”

“I already said I would be home late-“

“There was a break out from Arkham, the security systems were out.”

She was about to respond but there was a beeping from her end of the line, she looks down at her phone, no signal, but this was the center of Gotham, the phone line had to have been cut. She immediately starts grabbing her things, not even bothering to change out of her pointe shoes, normally she would not care about a break out, well it was nothing they could not handle, but their newest high security patient was in there because of her…

Or was in there…

She immediately feels a presence in the room in the room with her and she has the mind to just get out of there while she still can, or rather could…

“Look up, Sweet Pea.”

She nearly screams when she looks up and sees Dick hanging from the scaffolding that the stage lights hang from. He is smiling down at her like nothing is wrong, but the last time she saw him was when the GCPD finally found her and she was crying in Commissioner Gordon’s arms while he got cuffed by Detective Montoya, she looked just as horrified and now she did not have any of her gear to defend herself.

He jumps down, right in front of her and she looks horrified and shocked at the same time…

“Hey you don’t have to be so surprised, I did tell you I was an acrobat.”

“Get away from me.”

“Hey don’t be like that baby, we aren’t too different after all.”

“You kill people, Grayson. I keep this city safe from people exactly like you, but go on, how are we similar? Besides the dead parents part that is.”

Before she could even react, he grabs her leg and forces it up, pressing it up against her chest because of how flexible she is, pointing straight up in the air and it burns after hours after rehearsals. The way he looks at her makes her feel sick, it is as if he almost loves her, well he did say he loves her when he kidnapped her for over a month.

“Well we are both flexible…”

The only reason why he is able to mess with her in the moment is because she is tired and sore… and also the fact that she knows this was most certainly planned so at the very least she was locked in here with him, she could run and hide somewhere in the theater, she knows the building better than he does, or at least she thinks she does, and Batman would be here soon enough…

He starts dancing with her across the stage, her feet already hurt enough from her rehearsal on top of her breaking in her new pointe shoes…

Her feet stumble along as he dances with her, one of his hands squeezing onto her hand and the other unmoving from her waist. He hums a tune as he dances with her, she knows it well, Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, it’s the tune that everyone knows even if they do not know ballet.

“You know my parents used to have this act together…”

“That’s nice, I am not an acrobat though.”

“Well you do have the build have the build of one.”

She does not like it when he moves the hand on her waist down to squeeze at her thigh, that is when she snaps and tries to kick at him, but instead he manages to grab that leg as well and force it over his shoulder along with the other leg.

“Here… let me show you the steps…”

It goes on and on, her trying to fight against him and him just moving her and contorting her body into several different poses and positions, each one hurting more than the last, and then when she finally tries pushing him back on last time, she gets him to let go but it is her falls and falls hard and there is an audible crack as she falls to the ground and sees her ankle is a position it should not be in, all red and starting to swell

“Oh no… that looks like it must have been painful… oh come here, don’t cry… a broken bone or two are bound to come at some point.”

[holylulusworld]

Hunter vs Witch (3)

Summary: Sam just can’t stand you.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Witch!Reader

Sidepairing: Dean Winchester x Pie 🙃

Warnings: banter, implied past sexual encounters, fun, enemies to lovers, injured reader, arguments, idiots in love, Dean still loves pie, fluff, snuggles

Catch up here: Hunter vs Witch (2)

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“Samuel, don’t be a bitch about it,” you giggle and wink at Sam, who is fuming. Not because he’s angry with you. No. You had to take one for the team and jump in front of him.

Now there’s a bullet in your left arm, and two of your ribs are broken. You look like you got under the bus but still grin like a champ. “That was stupid of you!”

“Your hair is stupid, just like your attitude,” you bite back. “Why don’t you stop moping and help me here? I can’t remove the bullet on my own. I need my bag to help the wound heal.”

“I told you to stay back, but no—” Sam growls your name and points at your injured arm. “You had to be as stubborn as ever and get hurt. You could’ve died.”

Batting your eyelashes, you look at Sam, a smirk creeping onto your face. “I thought you hated me, Samuel.” You quickly lick your lips. “You know, for a man pretending to give a shit about me, you’re pretty worried.”

“I can do both,” Sam retorts with a smirk. “I can hate you and be worried about you losing your arm. Dean wouldn’t stop nagging if you died on my watch.”

“Dean would slap your ass black and blue for getting me killed.” You sing-song before slowly getting up to get your bag. “Fine, if you want to keep scolding me, I’ll remove the bullet alone.”

“You will sit there and look pretty.” Sam snatches the bag out of your hands, throwing it over his shoulder before giving you a stern look. “Do not move. I’ll remove the bullet, but it will hurt like a bitch.”

“How much?” You purr, ever the pain bitch. “What kind of level of pain are we talking about? Your cock ruining me. Your hand slapping me raw. Your teeth leaving a mark all over my body.”

“Y/N, not now,” Sam tries to not think about all the times he was too weak to resist you. If Dean knew you christened every room and nook at the bunker, he’d force you to clean for a week. “You’re injured and bleeding.”

“Well, Doctor Winchester,” you pout and whimper. “Maybe you should stop scolding your poor patient and help me. I don’t need another lecture from you, Samuel. I did what I had to do to save your ungrateful but sexy ass.”

Sam cocks a brow. He watches you wiggle on the bed to reach your second duffle bag.

“Stop moving so much,” his voice softens, just like his features. “I don’t trust you, but you’re my hunting partner, and I always keep my partners safe.”

Hunting partner. Great. That’s what you are to Sam. It shouldn’t bug you that the hunter doesn’t see more in you than a hunting partner, but it does. All the nights you spend tangled in each other made you believe there’s more between you and Sam than sex.

Obedient for once, you sit on the bed while Sam gets to work. He disinfects his hands before removing the makeshift band-aid around your arm.

You sit there, ignoring the sting from the sanitizer and the pain. Closing your eyes, you take deep breaths. You chose this lifestyle to be closer to Sam. This is not the time to show weakness.

“Almost done, Y/N,” he whispers in your ear. “I got the bullet. Let me stitch you up, and you can rest. This was so stupid of you.”

“I already got that, Samuel,” you huff, ignoring the aching in your chest. “Next time, I’ll let them kill you just for fun.”

“No, you won’t.” His lips brush against your neck, distracting you from the pain. “You will never let anything happen to me or Dean. A good girl like you, so obedient and easily tamed with a nice collar around her neck.”

“Sam…” You whimper when he sinks his teeth into your neck. “What are you doing?”

Sam doesn’t answer. He kisses your neck, lips, and tongue, soothing the bite mark he left before turning his attention back toward your injured arm.

You’re utterly confused watching him tend to the wound in your arm. He stitches you up as carefully as possible before checking on your ribs. Sam murmurs your name when he’s finally done fixing the mess the demon made out of your body.

“You need a rest,” Sam insists. “The demon got you good. You’re lucky I’m good at fixing bratty witches up.”

You don’t protest when he helps you lie down and covers you with a warm blanket. And you don’t say a thing when he lies behind you to play the big spoon.

“I’ll tell Dean you got yourself almost killed,” he continues. “He’ll make sure you stay at home next time.”

“I’m not some housewife,” you grumble under your breath.

“If I get you round, you will be a pretty housewife, warming my bed and cock,” he chuckles in your neck. Sam nuzzles you, his cock stirring to life when you snap at him. “We will get you there, witch.”

“What happened?” Dean watches you walk toward your room, Sam hot on your heels. He furrows his brows but says nothing.

“Nothing,” Sam and you grunt before walking toward Sam’s room. “Nothing happened…”

Sighing deeply Dean looks at the pie he bought this morning. “Sweetheart, do not listen to them. They are dirty rabbits doing it all the time. Let’s go somewhere else before they are doing the nasty again…”

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[racketballz]

I KNOW! I WAS SURE IT WAS ALWAYS REQUESTED, BECAUSE I PERSONALLY ASKED YOU IF YOU LIKED CROSS COLOR SHIPS AND U SAID NO! I ASKED THAT TO CONFIRM IT. When I started following your art and hadn’t even read MTH, I just saw a BUNCH of people around saying that you ship them. Even friends of mine told me so, and I was like, aint no way! But I always deep down knew that you didn’t support the ship. I don’t get why ur getting jumped ngl…

WHO ARE THESE BUNCHES OF PPL where arE THEY WHY R YALL CONGREGATING WITHOUT ME

also the best part about all this is I do ship them but not into a relationship I want brick to have a curious crush on buttercup more like a “what’s her fucking problem” “why is she like that” “I don’t get her” because he sees her as very wild but he’s a little bit in awe of her but ofc buttercup hates his guts and wants beat the shit out of him

Anyway these are all commissions which is when people pay me real people money to draw their thing that they want. I dont typically turn down commissions even if I don’t ship them because its nbd to me. they’re in my designs because that’s what they requested!

Here’s one that’s also a commission that I got years ago that’s very awesome