#i thought i was done complaining about got

[p-taryn-dactyl]

tell me you love me

a/n: i've seen a lot of oblivious!reader x sevika but i thought it would be fun to do a oblivious!sevika x reader. someone has probably done this trope before but here's my take on it!

word count: 1.7k

warning(s): oblivious!sevika - slight angst - councilor!sevika - insecurity (on both parts) - thieram is a real one - mention of sevika being a regular at the brothel - i'm bad at dialogue my apologies everyone - not proof read - rushed - hope this doesn't suck too bad

The bar was quiet, save for a few customers sitting in the far corners, nursing their drinks at a lenient pace. After the war, Zaun didn't feel the same, there was an air of expectancy, like nothing was truly over. Though, you thought, defeating Noxus and whatever Arcane deviantcy was a win in your book. You wiped down the counter, humming a soft song as you thought about everything. You had thought that once everything was over, you could finally officially reveal your feelings for Zaun's scary lady, Silco's former right hand lady - Sevika. However, it seemed that since she had been given a seat on the council, she was never at your bar anymore. Over the years you had tried to subtly show Sevika the true extent of your feelings, inviting her over for a private drink, only for her to show up with her gaming buddies and you feeling ridiculous in the new dress you had bought.

Once, you thought she had finally realized what you were asking, her soft smile when she accepted your invitation to your apartment for dinner sending butterflies ablaze in your stomach. You remembered the hours you spent before she arrived, cooking and cleaning, fussing over your outfit and your hair, thankful you had taken enough time off to fully prepare everything. You remember setting up the table, putting the finishing touches on the centerpiece when you heard her loud knock at the door. The butterflies in your stomach got so intense that when you opened your door and saw Sevika standing there, they died just as quickly as they came.

"Hey, Y/N, thanks for inviting me over. gods know I'm starved right now."

You remember merely nodding, silent as you blinked back tears, moving to let Sevika in as she obliviously rambled on about her day. You loved how open she was with you, her carefully placed demeanor cracking to show her true personality, something you wore as an honor. Now, you thought that she saw you only as a friend, a shoulder to cry - more like complain - on. You remember vividly how her newly cut was hair mussled, her shirt and neck stained with lipstick, how her own lips seemed to be swollen. Each little detail sent a stabbing feeling into your heart, making you feel numb as Sevika took in the carefully placed dinner table.

"Damn, this is nice. Is anyone else expected to come?" She asked as she plopped down into her chair, manspreading her legs comfortably in a way that you still, in an annoyed realization, found incredibly attractive. You shook your head, the feeling of rejection and disappointment weighing on your shoulders.

"Just you." It came out as a confession but Sevika took it as an answer. You remember the rest of the night being a blur, you had come to some kind of strange acceptance.

This event was just before everything went down and now you were ready to put everything behind you. You knew Sevika still frequented the Brothel, albeit more secretively now that she sat on the Council, so you were determined to catch her whether when she was arriving or leaving one day to firmly expose yourself. You knew she had no interest in being with you, her dodging all your advances over the years had made that clear enough, but you couldn't live with the weight of your feelings bearing down on you. If you could just let her know now, you could finally move on.

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Sevika sat sullenly in her seat, barely registering that the meeting was over. Shoola gentley nudged her, breaking her out of whatever place her mind had taken her. The councilor smiled at Sevika, gesturing her to join her as they left the Council room. Sevika joined reluctantly, still feeling out of place within the group of people who she had previously hated so intensely.

"Any plans today? Someone to go back home to?" Shoola's question rattled Sevika, who found herself answering with a shake of her head and a kiss of her teeth.

"Nope. Guess no one's up to being with me."

Shoola would have replied with an encouragement, would it not be for the exasperated explanation that sounded from behind them.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

Both Shoola and Sevika spun around to see Thieram, one of the Last Drop's bartenders, holding a box of books from Piltover's library he borrowed from Vi. Sevika raised an eyebrow at him, a silent question.

"That's just ridiculous!" He adjusted the box to wave an incredulous hand at Sevika, almost spilling the box, "Seriously! Please don't kill me, but you seriously can't believe no one has ever showed an interest in you!"

Shoola laughed, crossing her arms.

"Are you wanting to announce something?"

Sevika had an uncomfortable expression on her face, like she would rather be anywhere than this situation. Thieram shook his head a little too hard, setting his face in a false bravado.

"N-no, but do you know how many shifts I've been through where Y/N can only talk about how nice your new haircut looks? How much she likes your piercing - a little too much if you ask me -? How many times she's asked you out only for you to make her cry in the break room before plastering on a smile to serve you and your gaming buddies a drink?" He seemed out of breath before he continued, starting to walk backwards, away from the woman who was now staring intensely at the young man, "Either you're incredibly oblivious, please stop looking at me like that, or you've been playing with my friends feelinsg for years. She's planning on telling you her feelings soon, I really should stop talking, so that she can move on."

Sevika felt time stop around her as she absorbed what Thieram was saying. For years she had harbored a crush against you, something that grew and flourished over the years as she grew closer to you, experienced more and more of your kindness and strength. She had thought you had only wanted to be friends, you had constantly invited her over to talk or have a drink but - oh. Oh.

Sevika, with this new realization, pushed past Thieram, leaving him standing there with an amused Shoola. If what he was saying was true, she couldn't handle you moving on, she had lost so many already.

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You had just finished your closing duties when the doors to the Last Drop burst open, revealing a frantic looking Sevika. You barely had time to open your mouth before Sevika was behind the bar, standing so close to you that your back was pressed up against the counter and Sevika's breath was warm against your cheeks. It was silent for a moment as she caught her breath, her eyes staring deeply into yours. You started to talk but Sevika beat you to it, her words coming out in a rush.

"Do you love me?"

Her blunt question made you freeze, your eyes widening and your hands starting to shake. Sevika swallowed, leaning her head forward to lightly set her forehead against yours, taking a deep breath. Her arms came to rest on either side of you, the mechanics of her left arm whirring silently. Her breath was just as shaky as her words as she continued, this time whispering.

"Tell me you love me."

For a moment, all you could do was breathe. Here was Sevika, the woman you had loved for years, the woman you had convinced yourself never saw you like that, practically begging for you to love her. With soft hands, you cradled Sevika's face, smiling at how she subconsciously nuzzled into your palm. You felt years worth of tension leave her shoulders as she further leaned into you, her arms now wrapping around your waist as a tight hug. In a moment of adrenaline, you pulled Sevika in for a kiss. It was a mere brush of your lips, a breath of waiting passed before Sevika was pulling you closer, her lips claiming yours in a kiss that stole your breath. It seemed like time had stopped around the two of you before you pulled away, Sevika chasing your lips slightly. You pressed two fingers against her lips, chuckling softly at her confused expression.

"If I tell you, what can I expect your response to be?" Your question was playful, yet you still held your breath. Sevika looked at you incredulously, scoffing before pushing your hand away from her mouth and leaning in to where when she spoke, her lips brushed against yours.

"What do you think?"

You glared playfully, leaning backwards and crossing your arms, ignoring how uncomfortable this new position was.

"I think even if I yelled it from the rooftops you would still think we were only friends."

Sevika had the decency to look sheepish, biting her lip before putting a hand on your back to pull you close once more.

"I'll listen this time, I promise." Her words were soft and warm, incredibly sincere as they comforted you like a hug. You let her brush her nose against yours as you smiled, wrapping your arms around her neck to rest on her shoulders. You pulled her close, so that now your lips brushed against her ear as you spoke.

"I love you." You whispered, slight fear tinging your words, afraid this could all be a dream, or worse, a sick joke. It was like a switch went off, Sevika's shy demeanor melting away, her eyes filled with fire as she lifted you up to sit on the counter, her lips claiming yours. This kiss was different than the first, deeper and more intense, fueled with your confession. Sevika pulled away, her forehead once again leaning against yours as she spoke.

"I've been an idiot for years," you hummed in agreement, "I hurt you with my obliviousness, I didn't think you could ever return my feelings."

Hope blossomed in your chest, understanding what she was trying to say.

"Thieram told me you were wanting to move on and I-" she paused, leaning back ever so slightly so that she could look into your eyes, "I don't want that. I want you."

You could tell she wanted to say more, confess more, but you understood why she held back, the walls she held around herself were so carefully constructed.

Smiling, you nodded, running a hand through her hair.

"You have me."

a/n: and this kinda sucked ik but i had to write something or else my mind was gonna explode. thanks for reading!

[holylulusworld]

How to cure a grump (5)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, mistaken identity, kinda fake dating trope, snowed-in trope

How to cure a grump (4)

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On Christmas Eve, the room is crowded with family, friends, neighbors, and, well, your former boss. He still sticks out with his expensive suit, polished shoes, and his whole aura.

Oddly, people like to chat with him. Bucky is a natural when it comes to wrapping people around his finger.

You can’t do much about it tonight. If you yell at him, drag him out of the room, or, what you love to imagine, choke the life out of him for being a jerk, people could get suspicious.

Smiling at the thought, you hide in a corner, watching Bucky joke with the people who do not know what an asshole he truly is.

You grit your teeth and huff. It was foolish of them to judge the book by its cover this time. Yes, he’s got a pretty façade, but deep down inside, Bucky Barnes is rotten. You’re sure about it.

“Why the face?” Your mother nudges your side. “People love him, Munchkin. No need to worry. We all hated John from the beginning, and he turned out a jerk. Trust our instinct.”

Bucky looks your way, watching you when you’re not looking. He can still feel your lips and wonder what came over him. Not two days ago, you were nothing but an employee to him, and then he kissed you.

“Man, you dismantled Walker like a pro,” your cousin laughs and shakes Bucky’s hand. “About damn time someone put him in his place. I’d done the same, but Y/N didn’t want me to say a thing. She told me to let it slip and moved across the country instead.”

“So, I heard,” Bucky hums. “Y/M/N told me they had a business together. A company?”

“Uh—they wanted to open a business together. John not only cheated on her but also stole her idea. She’s so smart and wastes her time at the office. I heard her boss is a jerk too, letting her work overtime and do her colleague’s work.”

“He must be an asshole,” Bucky replies with a smirk. He loves hearing all the insults your cousin calls your boss. “Did she tell you all about him?”

“No. Y/N never complains. She only said she’d take the next flight because she had to stay later this week too. Y/N was always too good for this world. Helped everyone around, you know,” your cousin brags. “I just know she offers her help to co-workers, and they tried to take advantage of her kindness.”

“I think Y/N is capable of putting people in their place too,” Bucky replies. He appreciates that your cousin tries to defend you but knows you better. “No one takes advantage of her.”

Your cousin grins before patting Bucky’s shoulder. “I already like you.” He chortles. “Oh, I gotta take care of my girl now.”

Bucky nods, as his eyes drift toward you again. Ever so often his mind drifts back to the moment he kissed you.

“You’re staring,” your aunt chuckles, catching Bucky staring at you. “I know you’re head over heels for my niece, but don’t undress her with your eyes while being around her family.”

“What?” Bucky dips his head to glance at your aunt.

She chuckles again and pats his arm. “Aw, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I know Y/N is lovely.”

Bucky furrows his brows. All he did was look your way. Why your aunt thinks he had something dirty in mind is beyond him.

“Phew...that was…nice,” Bucky says as you watch your mom say goodbye to the last guest, your aunt. “Do you always host a Christmas party for the neighbors and half of town?”

“Most of our neighbors would be alone on Christmas Eve, just like my mom. They are long divorced, widowed, and their kids don’t come around before or after Christmas,” you explain while Bucky watches you. “And family is family, you know. They all have their own family and will spend the rest of Christmas and New Year’s Eve with them.”

He nods thoughtfully and says, “I guess you’re better at opening your home for people. My parents only ever hosted Christmas parties for business partners.”

“Figures,” you bite your tongue and curse yourself for your response. “I meant it’s smart to invite business partners for Christmas. They feel valued that way.”

Bucky quirks a brow but says nothing. He’ll let it slip, knowing you’re not wrong.

“Anyway,” he fakes a yawn. “It was a long day, and I need to call Steve in the morning. He needs to take care of a few things while I’m stuck here.”

“And whose fault is that?” You huff. Bucky still tries to blame you for his friend’s mistake. “I didn’t ask you to come here.”

“Yours,” he grins. “You made me come out here.”

“It was your friend not telling you about our conversation.”

“Relax,” he laughs. “I know it was Steve messing shit up, okay. You’re not to blame.” Bucky got up from the couch, just in time to bid your mom goodnight.

She furrows her brows as your former boss makes his way upstairs.

“Munchkin, don’t you want to join him?” She snickers when you roll your eyes. “I know you did more than cuddle. You’re a grown woman and have needs. I understand, Y/N. With a man like James around, a woman can get all tingly.”

“Mom!” You groan. “It’s not like that.”

“I know love is tough. How about we call it a day, and you can go back to denying you don’t like the handsome man sleeping under my roof? She flashes you a warm smile before pulling you into a hug. “Maybe he’s a little snobby on the outside, but I think James has a good heart. He’s just not used to showing it…”

Once again, you toss and turn. Your mother’s words still echo in your mind, and your lips still tingle from Bucky’s kiss.

“Christ, get over it. It was one fucking kiss,” you groan and slam your fist into the mattress. “It wasn’t even that good. Even if he tasted good and his lips perfectly fit with yours. Stupid... just stupid. He’s an asshole who fired you two days before Christmas.”

You turn on your side and decide to sleep it off. Soon Bucky will be out of town and out of your life. When he’s gone, you can try to explain to your mother who he is…

“Hmmm…” you murmur in your sleep. Somehow, you’re warm, very warm. It feels like a heating blanket wrapped itself around your body to keep you warm—or rather hot. “Fuck…warm.”

Wiggling in your sleep, you try to fend the heat off. You groan and shift again as it’s too heavy. “Warm…” Your eyes slowly open as you try to turn in your bed. It’s impossible. Something, or rather someone, wrapped himself around your body. “What the fuck!”

“What? Where?” Bucky jolts up on your bed. He looks at you lying next to him. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“What am I doing in your bed?” You sit up and huff. “This is my room and my bed. Get out! This is not some case of only one bed!”

“I—” he looks around the room, frowning deeply. Bucky ruffles his disheveled hair, trying to remember how he ended up in your bed. “Did we—?” He looks you up and down, licking his lips.

“What? NO!” You slap his chest, realizing too late he’s not wearing a shirt. “We didn’t have sex! Did you drink yourself to sleep?”

“Maybe I got a little drunk,” he murmurs and falls back onto your bed. Just now you smell the alcohol on him. “I was so lonely, and Steve ignored my calls. He fucked my vacation up, and now I’m stuck here and can’t even—”

You watch him turn on his side. “Hey, go back to your room.” You poke his back, but Bucky won’t budge. “What did I do to deserve this?”

You sigh and fall back on your pillow. There’s no way you can move Bucky. Turning your back on Bucky, you huff. “If your hands wander, you’ll lose them…”

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[bigtreefest]

New Year Coming In

Pairing: Boyfriend! Jake Jensen x Girlfriend! Reader

Summary: You and Jake may have signed up for more than you can handle to start off the new year with a bang.

Word count: 1,514

Content/warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, smut, p in v unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, kissing, exhausted sex, aftercare, Jake and his glasses and his hair and his beefy body and his everything

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!! I hope you all enjoy this Jakey crackfic that took over my mind at 2am. Please, feel more than welcome to screech with me about it. And a special little thanks to @brandycranby for a line of dialogue.

Comments, reblogs, and asks are especially appreciated!

Dividers by @strangergraphics

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The idea sounded perfect at first. Jake was happy to indulge you. Heck, it felt amazing for him, too. He got to welcome the new year with a good release, pleasing himself and the woman he loves. But oh man, if he didn’t wish he met you sooner before, this was the one thing that would get him pleading for it to be 2001 all over again, even if he had to relive the awkward years to avoid death by dehydration. Never mind how old the two of you were back then, he would’ve time traveled for it to be that year with you now.

A nice year would’ve been 2004, too. Coming four times in one session was something he could do with his eyes closed. Except he hadn’t, his eyes were peeled open, looking at the bright screen, in the times where he remembered being locked in his dark bedroom with his first laptop. Four times, easy. Really, even ten times, 2010. It would’ve had to have been parsed out over the course of the day, but he could’ve done it without complaint. Except, for the year 2025, the two of you had gotten a late start, not realizing how long and how much 25 rounds would take out of you. The agreement being 25 times, for each of you.

Not that he wanted to complain, but Jake Jensen never thought that he would’ve seen the day where he thought it was too much sex. And yet, here he was nearly drained. He laid on his back, cheeks ruddy, glasses crooked, bleached strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His pupils were dilated in bodily satisfaction, just barely able to focus on you as you bounced on top of him, chasing your 12th simultaneous orgasm.

The sheets had been discarded long ago to the side, leaving you both exposed to the air in the room that was steadily rising in temperature, the sweat on your bodies lingering.

His fingertips dug into your thighs, sore hips sloppily raising to meet yours. Just enough sensation remained in his dick to feel you begin to clench in closeness as you reached down to rub your clit, tipping yourself over the edge with Jake joining you. His eyes squeezed shut and his chest heaved, nothing coming out of him despite the sensation of overstimulation that had overwhelmed him. In fact, he had shot blanks for the last three orgasms, too.

While you both came down from your highs, puffs of humid air filling the narrow space between your mouths as you leaned down to kiss Jake, he looked up at you, his face a mix of pure exhaustion, lined faintly with dopey satisfaction, but also a little worry. He hummed against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours to get just enough leverage to speak.

“Baby, I don’t think I can get to 25. We’re at 12 and my dick is gonna fall off.”

You giggled, pulling away and placing a hand on Jake’s cheek, thumb brushing back and forth.

“Okay, okay. How about this, what if we just make it 25 total?”

Jake furiously nodded his head, grateful for the reprieve. Between the two of you now, you’d reached 24. He could get you to 25. Hopefully. He knew his body was past halfway to limp, sucked dry, but maybe you weren’t as much of a noodle. Maybe you had one more in you.

Just when he thought he could take a breather, though, the both of you looked over your shoulder at the TV that had been softly playing in the background. In the top corner by the year’s newest pop sensation was a countdown clock to the new year. It had just reached under ten minutes.

Your head snapped back forward and your gaze met your boyfriend’s, the both of you panicking with eyes as wide as saucers. You had to make your deadline and time was dwindling quickly! But Jake swiftly jumped into action, tugging your hips in a gesture to pull you up his body. There was no way he had the time to recover and go another round, but this was dire!

“Use my face. USE MY FACE!” he urged you as he frantically pulled his glasses off and set them on the bedside table. You shuffled forward on your knees, his limp dick sliding out of your puffy entrance, filled with multiple rounds of your combined release. You moved so quickly to hover over his head that it didn’t have time to seep out of you before Jake yanked you down to his mouth with a firm grip by his large hands.

In an instant, his tongue was inside you, laving at your still spasming pussy, drinking down your wetness as his nose nudged your clit, coaxing it back to a stage of readiness. In seconds, he had you whining, grinding your hips against his face, begging for more attention on your sensitive nub. Jake could tell exactly what you needed, moving his mouth upwards, goatee lightly scratching your labia as he did so, and latched on to your clit, tongue working in tandem with the suction he was creating.

As if he still weren’t close enough to you, he used his hands to press on your plush thighs, squeezing you closer to him when he sucked harder. A new wave of arousal flowed through you, confirmed by Jake’s satisfied hum that sent a shockwave out from your core and across your limbs.

Your arms flailed, searching for something to hold onto, one reaching the headboard, the other drifting down into his damp locks. As you fisted his hair, you made brief eye contact with him, a smile on his face evident by the creases at the corner of his bright blue eyes when he reached up and tweaked a nipple towards the end of his focus range. Jake could just barely make out the scene above him, squinting slightly, when you fought throwing your head back in pleasure.

You might have felt like ecstasy was about to make your body implode, but you would’ve held on for just how pretty the sight of your boyfriend was, enjoying this moment underneath you, trying to feed your insatiable appetite for him. You were so zoned in to his every feature that he caught you by surprise when he did that thing with his tongue, guaranteed to make you topple over the edge every time.

You barely caught the image of him winking at you in reassurance that he wanted you to let go as you squeezed your eyes shut and your fists clenched hard, the headboard creaking. Jake let out a groan against your pussy that sent another tingle up your spine, causing you to call out, “Ah, Jake!” when you careened over the cliff once more.

Jake broke the suction of his mouth, gently easing you off of him, his strong arms setting you into the mound of sheets that laid at his side. He had regained just enough life in his legs to jet to the bathroom quickly to clean himself up, returning with a warm, damp towel which he used to tenderly wipe between your legs. He discarded it, tossing it into the hamper as fast as he could.

Jake settled back into bed, slipping his glasses back on and looking at the countdown clock on the television which had just dipped below 30 seconds, as he pulled your naked body on top of his, a sleepy smile filling your face, eyes closed peacefully. You hummed contentedly, finding comfort pressed against his beefy torso as his one arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other hiking your knee up for you to toss your leg over his slim waist. Your head settled on his shoulder, nearly face-to-face with him, just in time for the final countdown.

Both of your gleaming smiles matched each other when the ball dropped and you lifted yourself up to kiss him, lips dancing slowly, reverently. There was no longer a rush. The two of you could just enjoy each other as you rang in the new year with a definite bang.

As you pulled away, gasping for air, you resettled yourself down with your ear right over Jake’s heart, your hand moving to idly rub over his belly as the two of you watched confetti fall over Times Square on the screen.

“Got any resolutions, babe?” you slurred.

Jake blew out a contemplative breath, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as his fingertips teased up and down your arm. He clicked his tongue in thought, “Maybe presenting the suggestion to you that we take the square root of the year and do that many orgasms instead from here on out. That way in 2064, when we’re old and wrinkly, we’ve only gotta do eight. And in 2081, our frail bones can settle for nine.”

You laughed along with his warm chuckle that rumbled his chest and nodded. “Good idea, Jakey.”

Bonus A/N: My life’s dream is to drain Jake’s body like this. Thank you.

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @thiquefunlover63

[ainnur]

"Pink and Yellow Cover The Pain" -Fanfic

Sumary : After being possesed by Lady Bone Demon, Bai He have white stroke on her hair. She hated how it look because it make her look like old lady and so much like the Bone Demon herself. Then she ask Wukong for help and Wukong help her cover the white hair...

A/N : Soooo Im not really a writer I just wrote this for fun so there will be some mistake. And my english kinda shitty. This base of my au "What Still Frozen au". Character can be Ooc

"Pink and Yellow Cover The Pain " -by Ainnur

"Have you done this before?"

"Nope, I never even touch a hair dye before, can you belive that?"

Hearing that Bai He isn't actually sure how to feel about it. On one hand, she actually scare to let this happend but on other hand, she just doesn't care anymore. What else could Bai He lost? Her hair already demaged real bad because of the Bone Demon and Bai He is forever piss about it.

To put it simple, Bai He loved her hair so much. She loves brushing and styling it however she want and it will look cute. Thanks to her cousin Ayu who always press on how important the hair care is, Bai He able to keep her hair healthy for a long time. Her hair is long like her mother and have a colour of her dad's. What used to be soft and silky beautiful hair now letf dry and kinda dead. No matter what she do, it just seem that she can't bring her old back. She hates that.

Another thing is, being Lady Bone Demon host body left her with ugly white stroke of hair. Not only it make Bai He look like old lady, it make Bai He look like more the Bone Demon herself. Bai He know it just make sense that Bone Demon make Bai He look like be when using her body like a puppet. That old demon bitch... That just make her hated her hair even more and want to get rip of it.. She decide to tell Wukong about it and ask his opinion. He'll understand right? Afterall, he got same white stroke of hair like her. Even he dont understand, he will help her and she just know it. She didnt expect this...

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Bai He take a big gulp of water and huff in satisfaction. Right now she at Pigsy's Noddle with Wukong sitting next to her. It's somehow become their little thing to just eating noddle and talk about random things. Bai He enjoy this simple times with Wukong and she always get to eat delicious noddle that Wukong always pay for her. Wukong doesn't seem to mind and Bai He won't complain about it. Why would she? We talk about free food!

Bai He take a look at Wukong who seem lost in thought while waiting for his noddle to cold down. That one thing Bai He notice about Wukong. He always waits for any of his food to cold down. It's not just cold down enough that you can eat the food when is still warm , no, Wukong waited until all the heats is completely gone. Where the enjoyment of that?? But again not like Bai He would say anything about it. If Wukong like his food like that, who is she to judges loudly?

"Umm...you good kid? You kinda looking at me for solid 3 minutes now. Did I have something on my face?" Wukong's voice able to pull Bai He back from her thought.

"No. You're fine Monkey King " Bai He actually double check Wukong's face to make sure of it.

"It's just...." Bai He take few breath try to form a right sentence to tell Wukong. Few seconds pass as Wukong wait for her to tell him whatever she in her mind right now.

"I hate my hair...." Saying that, she get Wukong full attention as he push his bowl of noddle aside wanting to actually hear her.

"I hate what she done to my hair and how it make me look like....Her.. And I just want the damage to be gone." She grab her hair a bit on her palm not actually looking at Wukong as she focus on her hair right now. It's silence for seconds as Wukong try to process what Bai He just tell him.

"Well you can cut it-"

"No" she cut Wukong words fast

"I don't want to cut it.I just...cant..part of with didnt allowed that." Bai He cant actually explain why she didnt want to cut it, she just know she attach to it.

"I just want to 'cover' it like you..." Bai He words stiff while she looking at Wukong this time. Other thing Bai He know about Wukong is that Wukong uses magic thing call glamours or something to hide his real appearance to other. Even from MK. He cover the white stroke of hair using that and make his hair look normal. Bai He is silently jealous of that ability of Wukong because how is that fair? Why he can just look how ever he want with snap of finger and she just cant? Oh how she wish she have the ablity too.

"I get an idea!" Wukong said with smile planning something in his head. Oh boy....

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That bring us to now. Both Bai He and Wukong is walking to her bathroom after Wukong show up next day with big bag full with hair dye. Hair dye .....Why Bai He didn't about that sooner?! Maybe she so stress and that just didnt cross her mind. Bai He was suprise when she saw the bag full with different colours of hair dye boxs for first time when Wukong show up.

"I don't know what colour you prefer so I just bring everything and let you choose " Wukong simply said that and leave Bai He watching him with unbeliveable face. This monkeyyyyyy.

"Wukong like pink right?" Wukong asks with a smile, holding a box pink hair day in his hand. He right about that, Bai He loves the colour pinks. It's remind her of her cousin who like wearing pink. To put it simple, pink is pretty colour. Some people would say that pink is not a real colour as it is just shade of red. They were right but Bai He doesn't care, It's pretty and that only thing matter. Pink could be lovely colour that bright up the mood but it also can be sickening when it's to much

"Yeah, I want pink" She decide on that with smile. If anything happend it happend and Bai He could not careless. Wukong only respon saying she make a great choice and preparing the dye. While Wukong busy, Bai He want to go through the bag again and that when she notice something is moving inside. "Little monkey!?" Yeah one of Wukong's subject follow Wukong hear in the bag. The little monkey then went to his king and climb on his shoulder. Wukong gigle for a bit and let the little monkey mix the hair dye. "Careful now little one" Wukong remind the monkey. Bai He watching everything with awe and get her attention back to the bag.

Inside of the back she find another colour, yellow. But with specific shade.... It's yellow but not just any yellow, it's have a bit of orange hue in it making it look more golden. It's Wukong type of yellow. Bai He dont know much about colour theory but the colour do remind her of Wukong. This yellow colour bring warm feeling to Bai He. It's provide comfort for Bai He with the bright and fun nature of the colour.

"I want this colour too" Bai He said without thinking. Wukong simply agree with her and Bai He cant help but smile at Wukong. Everything he did right now is for her and she really appreciate it. Colouring her hair with both colour would be fun. But again she didnt want to colour whole head, just the ugly white stroke. Will it look good? They'll find out about that later.

💕

"You sure, you never done this before?" Bai He ask suspicious with Wukong's skill right now. That monkey really tell her that he never dying people hair before but the way Wukong doing staff right now say the opposite.

"Yeahhhhh.....look Im gonna come clean. I watched few video online last night of how to dye hair and tried to do it on my own clone for a bit. " Last night...... Wukong learned to do everything by only a night. Not to mention he just learned it from some video online! Bai He she shouldn't question Wukong ability but to learn something THAT quick is just insane for her.

"Of course and now you're a hairdresser" Bai said sacasticly. Yeah, she bit jealous of that ability, who wouldnt? Wukong just laugh awkwardly at her comment. He so focus on working on Bai He hair with little help from the small monkey to actually say anything as Bai He sit in bathtub.

Bai He herself dont know what Wukong is doing but she trust Wukong completely. Even if everything didnt turn out well she know Wukong would think about something to fix it. Yup, no worry at all. She let Wukong and little monkey pull her hair and wrap it with aluminium foil that Wukong summon using his hair. The smell of hair dye kinda bad and strong.

💕

They have to wait for an hours as the box said. During that time all 3 of them do is watching some random drama from Bai He's phone to kill time. The drama actually good as all of them focus on the phone and not talking at all.

"No offend Monkey King but that women kinda remind me of you" She look at Wukong and back to her phone. The little monkey nod hearing that

"What do you mean?" Wukong raise a eyebrow because that women look nothing like him and many way.

"Both have shitty taste of man" Bai He answers him fast and she can hear Wukong gasping and little monkey cover it mouth.

" ExCuUsE you, I have FINE taste of man"

"Bullshit. You dated Macaque that say everything about you!!"

"Come on! That not fair!" Wukong pout at that. They bicker a bit with Wukong try to defend his pout taste in man and little monkey siding Bai He in this bickering.

After an hour it's finally time to wash off the dye. Wukong let Bai He do it herself as he take a towel for her. Bai He watch the leftover dye going down to the tub's hole. The pink and yellow colour get mix together creating redish-orange colour. Later she that the towel Wukong give her and dry her hair off.

Bai He take deep breath as she preparing herself to look at mirror again. These past few she isnt doing well looking at mirror because she keep seeing HER. There is still cracks from where she punch the mirror. She still remember how worry Wukong is that time and everything was a mess.. Blood dripping from her fist and some stick to broken mirror. It was Wukong who help her treat the wound. But that is another story. Finally after have courage to look at mirror, Bai He eyes go wide seeing her own reflection.

"Sooooo...do you like it,kid?" Wukong ask softly while having little monkey on his shoulder. Bai He take a look at herself again at her broken mirror that she punched. The white hair stroke is now cover with pink and yellow colour. Both colour stand out from her original black hair.

"I..LOVE it!" Bai He is being honest. In her opinion, the colour was great combo and she love how it look so much. Her eyes sparkels as she see no more of white hair. Lady Bone Demon look nothing like her right now. Did Lady Bone Demon have have a sick and cool pink and yell hair stroke? No, she doesn't .

"Thank you so much, Monkey King!!" Bai He said happily as she hugs her mentor hard

"Anytime, kid" Wukong smile and hug her back. She then let go of Wukong and take out her phone fast as want she talking picture with her new hair colour and Wukong. Everything turn out fine and Bai He couldnt be more happy.

END :3

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[cryvelv3t]

Dad's best friend

Warnings: Age Gap, You're Orton's kid storyline wise, praise, bleeding

You sat behind your dad as he spoke with Cody, a lot had been happening with Kevin Owens and it was starting to worry them. "What do you think kid?" Cody asked you. He always felt the need to include you in conversations, you really loved him for that. Plus he’s super hot. "I think you should take his offer?" Their eyes widened "Kevin's offer," you clarified "It will be a good chance for you to show just how brutal you can be, it's like the "I quit" match with AJ." You added. Cody smiled "Now Randy why can't you be more like him?" He commented as he looked at your dad. "That's smart kid." he complimented as he turned his attention back to you. "Thanks Mr. Rhodes." His smile fell slightly "Do you always call me that?" he asked, brows furrowing. "Yeah, ever since I was little." You answered like it was obvious "Cody. It's Cody now." You smiled at him. “What if he tries to do a tag team match?” Randy asked Cody “Right, you’re injured. What about the kid?” Your eyes widened and you smiled widely “Yeah?” He asked, smiling as well. “No! No, that's an awful idea.” Randy said as placed an arm in front of you. “Why?” “You may be able to hold your own but you’ve never done a tag team match.” You went to tell him you could do it but Cody stopped you “He’s going to be my partner.” He said firmly. Randy sighed “Fine but don’t complain when you lose the match.” He walked away from you. “You think you’ll be able to do this. “I think so. Thank you Mr.” You cut yourself off before you could say Mr. Rhodes. “Thank you Cody.”. He gave you a wink before walking off, leaving you with your thoughts.

As you laid in bed that night you couldn’t help your mind wandering to Cody giving you a chance like that. You placed your face in your pillow trying to stop the more perverted thoughts from intruding the nicer ones. God, he’s as old as your dad and here you are fantasizing about him bouncing on your dick. “Fuck.” You groaned and started to play music on your phone to distract yourself. It somewhat worked but your dream was even worse. Cody looked up at you from his place on the floor “Please, fuck my mouth.” He whispered. It was like you couldn’t speak but he knew exactly what you wanted. Cody opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. You slowly led your cock into his mouth. He hummed around it, his eyes struggling to stay open. He let out steady, muffled, moans as you rocked your cock into his mouth. He pulled himself off your cock, his eyes were so beautiful, so fucking desperate “Please, please I need you inside me.”. Almost immediately after he said that you woke up. You were meeting up tonight with Cody to make a game plan. You felt like cancelling but you also need to prove to your dad that you can do it.

“Hey, kid.” He greeted as he let you into his hotel room. “You okay?” he asked, “Yeah, just kind of distracted but I’ll be fine.” “What’s distracting you?” he pried. You had the urge to look him straight in the eyes and tell you about your dream but instead gave a little “Nothing important.” you dismissed the question. “I don’t think Owens is going to ask for a tag team match.” Cody said and you hummed in acknowledgement “We probably could’ve done this over text.” Cody laughed as he walked you into the room. “You can sit down.” he said as he sat on the edge of his bed. You sat at the little desk in the corner “If you don’t think he’s going to ask for a match then why am I here?” You asked a little meaner than you meant for it. His eyes widened slightly “I wanted to talk to you, without your dad here.” He got up and began walking towards you. You raised an eyebrow at him “What about?” you asked nervously. “I,” he started “I want you.” Your eyes widened. You wondered if you were dreaming “I’m sorry, this was wrong. Your dad is my best friend, I’m sorry.” You cut him off by kissing him. “I want you too.” You said against his lips. He made the effort to pull away “You’ve grown to be so handsome.” He ran a hand from your face to your chest. “And you’re so strong.” you smiled at him. You kissed him again before backing him up to the bed. Once he laid down you placed a leg in between his legs “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He really met your expectations.

You guys heard someone knock on the door “Cody!” It was Owens. “What the hell?” Cody said as you two sat up. “Don’t let him see you.” He whispered as he went to open the door. You sat off to the side out of sight from the door. As soon as he opened the door Owens started yelling at him. “You are a piece of shit and! And guess who I saw come into your room? Orton’s kid, I wonder how he would feel if he saw his best friend fucking his son?” Owens went on a rant about how Randy would react, then you heard Cody raise his voice “You saw nothing. And I will never hear you call the kid a whore again. Imagine how Randy would react, he would put you 6 feet under.” You could hear Cody chuckle “Hell, I’ll even put you six feet under. Leave now, asshole.” His voice was stern, so different from the one you heard minutes ago. You smirked to yourself at the thought. You heard the door close and the lock click. “You okay?” You looked at him, his face was flushed and his brows were furrowed. He hummed “I’m just telling you now, your voice when you’re angry is so hot.” You smiled at him. Cody’s facial expressions changed greatly “Really?” You hummed, eyes flickering from his lips back to his eyes. “Fuck.” He breathed out, “You should probably go before Owens comes back.” Cody said as you went to kiss him. You stopped and backed away “Okay.” You tried not to show your disappointment.

He walked you out to the door, and you turned around to say goodbye. “I really don’t want you to leave. If you want to stay you might have to hide again. Do you want to stay?” You laughed “What do you think?” He smiled at you, his hands working their way up to your neck. Your hands found his waist and you kissed him gently. Cody pulled you back into the room, lips never leaving each other. You took one hand off of his waist and used it to close the door. Once you both needed air he pulled away “Fuck.” He breathed out, his hands trying to find a place to sit. “God, I want to fuck you.” You groaned as you started to kiss his jaw and neck “Do it, god fuck! Please do it.” He sounded desperate, his voice was high pitched and whiny. “Fuck, just your voice alone could make me come.” He whined loudly at that. You backed him up, both of you falling onto the bed. You took the same position as before with one of your legs between his own. You pressed your knee into the growing bulge in his pants. He whimpered your name as he let his head fall back against the pillows. “God, I love the way you say my name.” You groaned into his ear “God, I love your voice. You’re so fucking hot.” He moaned out as he ground onto your thigh. You let him pleasure himself as you kissed down his jaw and neck. He was still wearing a button up from his press conference earlier giving you very easy access to take off his shirt. You quickly unbuttoned the the shirt “God you’re so fucking hot.” You groaned as you wrapped your lips around his nipple. His back arched with a loud moan.

You pulled away from his chest with wide eyes as you felt your thigh get wet. “Fuck, Cody. Did you just come?” He nodded tears in his eyes. You cooed at him as you went to get him a change of clothes. “No, I want you. I need you inside of me please.” He grabbed your shirt using it to pull you back to him. “Please, please baby. Please fuck me.” You hummed “Of course baby.” you said as you kissed him again. Your fingers fumbled around with his belt and his hands found your belt. “Take off your shirt.” He demanded. You smiled down at him “So needy.” You teased “Yes, yes I am. Fuck! Please fuck me.” Cody begged without you even asking it of him. His voice easily made you crumble, you pulled off your shirt and pulled off your pants. Cody let out a string of thank you’s as he sat up and raked his nails down your body “Please, please fuck me please.” He begged again as pulled down his pants. Cody gets desperate so easily, he’s so sweet. You smiled and started to kiss down his body, you pulled off his boxers. “Do you have lube?” He nodded quickly “Yes, yes, in my bag.”. You didn’t want him to be waiting for too long so you hurried to grab it. “You plan this baby?” You asked him as you began to run your lubed fingers on his rim “I hoped, but no. Asking you to be my tag team partner and having you come over tonight were impulsive. Fuck!” He spoke somewhat frantically “How long have you wanted me baby?” You leaned down into his ear. When he went to speak you entered a finger successfully cutting him off with a loud groan. “Answer me Cody.” You went from baby to his name so quickly. It made him whimper loudly “Wrestlemania when you helped me win the belt, you were so fucking hot when you speared Roman.” He was basically crying at this point. He was so beautiful like this, absolutely amazing. You added another finger to his hole “Fuck, thank you thank you.”. Your cock was painfully hard in your boxers, you started to grind yourself against his leg to give yourself a little release. You groaned praises into his ear “Fuck, your so good. So good for me.” You entered another finger into Cody. When you felt that he was loose enough you pulled out your fingers, added lube to your cock and his hole “Are you ready baby?” You asked as you lined up your cock with his hole. “Yes, yes please fuck me.” You leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss and guided your cock into him. You groaned simultaneously at the stimulation. You two just sat for a minute after you bottomed out giving Cody enough time to adjust. “Move, move please, move.” He begged and reached his hands out to you. As you started thrusting Cody wrapped his hands around your neck pulling you to be near him. “My sweet baby.” You wrapped one arm around his waist and the other forearm sits next to his head. “You’re calling me baby and I’m older than you.” He chuckles “Got your brain back.” He hummed “You’re not going hard enough.” You raised your eyebrows. “Oh?” You asked before slamming into him “Fuck!” He cries out “Yes! Fuck!” He moans loudly, his nails digging into your back. At this point you think you might be bleeding. His nails drag from the small of your back to the spot where your shoulder and neck meet. You saw some blood fall from your shoulder onto his face “Fuck baby, look at that.” “Huh?” He whimpered, “Making me bleed.” His eyes widened as you leaned down and licked the blood off of his face. “Please, please. Fuck you’re gonna make me come. Please!” He begged loudly. “Make me come please, touch me please.” You smiled down at him and did as he asked. He crumbled after a few strokes, cock letting out a stream of cum. His hole tightened around you making you cum deep inside him. “Fuck.” You groaned as you calmed down.

“You should stay the night.” Cody said as he started to run his hands through your hair, “That was my plan.” you responded with a smile. “We should take a shower.” Cody smiled, “Yeah, we should.” You answered. “You’re tired aren’t you?” He asked as he felt your weight slowly press harder against him “We can wait for a bit.” He gives you a kiss on the head and pulls you close. “Would it be crazy to say I love you?” You ask leaning into his neck “A little but I love you too.” Cody responds and laughs a bit.

[knnichs]

TO MY DEAREST.

A feeling lingered in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to gaze up in the sky with you–even if he knew that its beauty was fabricated. A well-done lie, weaved together with details convincing enough to fool anyone who only glanced at it from afar.

c. harbinger scaramouche x gn! reader

t. character(s) are friends with reader but have romantic feelings, mentions of stalker, brief thought of violence (not acted on,) fluff. wc: 1.5k

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heads up! this is a sequel to “to and fro - back and forth” but can be read as a standalone. i still heavily recommend for you to read it before this!

Recently, you have been receiving unsigned letters laying flat on your doorstep. 

Out in the bright of day–there would always be an… incomplete letter accompanied with some sort of flower. There’s no theme whatsoever–the flowers come in random colors, and the letters all have the same seal, S, it would read.

There are a lot of people you know that have their names starting in the same letter: Sethos, Siegwienne, a few more that you couldn’t be bothered to name. The thought did occur to you at some point–could it be…

No, that’s impossible.

Scaramouche is a friend (you wouldn’t say friend, exactly. He would probably think you were an acquaintance at most.) you made when you had a reunion with Childe. Apparently, Scaramouche was his co-worker, and the two of them don’t exactly get along. You, ever the peacemaker, got fed up with their constant bantering. You internally made it your mission to have the two get along, no matter how impossible it may seem.

Then began the friendship. You got his contact information, completely unaware that he had only given it to you simply because he found your personality quite interesting. He wouldn’t admit that outright–he wouldn’t say ‘Childe’s friends are my friends’ either, since Childe and him aren’t even that close. 

Scaramouche convinced himself that it was simply a way of getting information for when he decides to overthrow the Fatui.

Sometimes he’d join you when he sees you around the area he was in. A harbinger who did nothing but stay on standby–how stupid is that? With nothing better to do, he’d rather escape the toxic lifestyle of the Fatui and join you on peaceful walks instead. Sometimes he’d start conversations, sometimes he’d just stay quiet. If he gets your mouth to run for hours on end–maybe you’ll slip up and say something he can use against Childe the next time he says they had some sort of “agreement.”

That moment never came. He never found anything that could help his plan in your words. Instead, the things you talked about were all about how horrible your day has been and how terrible your colleague was. 

How laughable. Here you were–completely oblivious to the dangers of the world. He bet that you didn’t even know the sky in Teyvat was fake. You complain when the server gets your ice cream order wrong and somehow your entire day gets turned upside down–but you didn’t even dare confront them. 

You were foolish and simple-minded. He just felt generous enough to run back to that shop–repeat your order the same way you said it and go back to you. No, he didn’t pay for it. They gave it to him for free since they felt bad about messing up your order.

You didn’t fail to see him pocket the change, though. But you stay quiet, choosing to say nothing and simply smile. At least now you had two things to be happy about for the day.

Your house was near the coast line of Snezhnaya. There wasn’t much to do or to see–save for the breathtaking views of the ocean and the night sky. It was more of a provincial area, nothing too extraordinary for it to be a tourist spot or whatnot.

On restless nights, Scaramouche finds himself unconsciously walking to the direction of where your home was. He doesn’t really knock on your door expecting you to magically come out. But how close he was on actually doing it–his hand curling into a fist when he hesitates. He would sigh–not knowing what you did exactly that has him acting like a lovesick idiot.

Sometimes, you would be on your porch–or laying on the snow-covered grass. Admiring the green light stretching into the horizons. You’d spot the boy in the corner of your eye, shocked he even bothered to come all the way here for you. 

No, it wasn’t for you. He was on a mission and happened to pass by, and he was just looking at the sky–not you. That’s what he would always claim.

You would scoff, laying back down on the grass–a silent invitation for him to join you. 

The first few times this happened, a feeling lingered in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to gaze up in the sky with you–even if he knew that its beauty was fabricated. A well-done lie, weaved together with details convincing enough to fool anyone who only glanced at it from afar.

That night, he noticed you lazing around the patch of grass like some kind of weirdo–he found it quite entertaining, even if he had just insulted you in the back of his mind. 

Scaramouche would turn to look to his underlings, commanding them to set up camp somewhere a little farther away and rest. This has never happened before–I mean, the Sixth Harbinger, The Balladeer, telling them to rest? Unheard of! 

Once they had all entered their tents–he made it clear that not one of them should get out or even keep watch incase of some sort of ambush. This sparked some anxiety within the group, but if it was the harbinger’s orders, they would simply follow it.

“It’s late. What are you doing at this hour?” A voice from behind says–eventually coming close enough for you to see clearly even in the dead of night. Has Scaramouche come to visit you?

“I couldn’t sleep,” You claim. “What are you doing here?”

He pauses, standing beside you. “It’s dangerous to be out and about, especially since it’s this late.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

You look at him–with those damned eyes he could easily fall for. So he turns away, a hand on his hat, hoping it was enough to cover the vulnerability in his face. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He huffed.

He doesn’t dare to even glance at you for another minute or so. You sit up–propping a hand behind you for support, facing the ocean. Only then does Scaramouche look at you, when you’re distracted and all the attention isn’t on him. He would study your face for a moment, the way the hues of the aurora reflect back on you.

He cleared his throat, “Go back to your home.”

To that–you shake your head, still focused on the waves as they crash to the shore. 

“It’s beautiful out here, I’ve gotten sick of my room.”

“And you will get sick if you don’t warm yourself up. It’s cold.”

“Your face is cold.” 

“How creative. Your comeback is easily one of the worst ones I’ve ever heard.” His tone was quite sarcastic, but the slightest chuckle can be heard from him.

A comfortable silence fills the air. He sits on the grass beside you, resting his chin on his hand. You were quite stubborn, you were shivering–your lips turning pale, and eyebags have already begun to form. But you chose to stay and look at the sky.

Why?

None of you choose to speak during the moment. You were too focused on the scene in front of you to even think about how easy it is for the Balladeer to hurt you in this moment. You put too much trust in him–too much hope that he wouldn’t do anything. You forget that he’s cold, his soul filled with anger and a desire for revenge. 

It’s either the aurora that night was imbued with some sort of magic that put him under a spell to be more forgiving, or simply because your personality had rubbed off on him with the amount of times he “coincidentally” found you idling around in the city.

He hasn’t felt this way not once in his life, but the thought had already crossed his mind–

Was he in love?

Because if this was love felt like–he wanted nothing to do with it. 

You’ve gotten another letter again today.

You talked to Childe about it–he was quite worried it would be some sort of stalker and that you could possibly be in danger, but you quickly brushed it off and shut down that train of thought saying that you never did anything to really make anyone fall for you. He promised that he would send a small team of Fatui to guard your house at night though, and so it happened.

A rustling can be heard, and some talking within the troops until one of them had shouted. 

It was a stalker after all, you thought to yourself. You went downstairs and eavesdropped on the conversation–curious about the person's identity. Their voices were muffled–but you did hear a few things for certain.

“Lord Scaramouche? What are you doing here?” One of them stuttered.

“Shut up–and be quiet!” He yelled. His voice different from the one he uses with you–it was always soft, some sarcasm here and there–but he would never use a harsh tone.

“I heard Childe was putting some sort of team together to guard here,” You hear footsteps towards the porch, and a shadow would crouch down, a familiar white envelope slipping through the creaks of your door. “You can leave now. I’ll take over.”

“Don’t you need a team, my lord?” 

“I said leave, so get out!”

You smiled as you opened it, the same starting line as every other letter—To my dearest. The contents would go on and on about how frustrating it was being inlove.

Now, you know who your mystery admirer is.

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WHAS GOOD CHAT happy birthday to this FREAKAZOID i love him so much🤞🤞😜 anyway that aside this was so rushed (im sorry) (im not) i needed to get this out by the time it was his birthday so i wrote this all in like 2 hours and then procrastinated posting it NOW IM LATE … it is. one am january FOUR im so sorry im a fake scaramouche fan 😵

[mj-iza-writer]

I've no idea if this has been done before but I like the idea of a forced marriage whump. Whumpee with their hands tied together at the altar, the food being served is food Whumpee hates but Whumper doesn't care as its food that makes Whumper look good infront of their guests, being expensive or fits the wedding theme, and all the guests are in on it as they're Whumpers friends/family. Oh and if you do write this could you please have both Whumpee and Whumper be female? Thank you!

Tears streamed down Whumpee's face as she stood on the other side of the door.

A strict collar forced her to look straight ahead. Her arms tied tightly behind here. Even shackles around her ankles to make sure she wouldn't run.

How could she run anyway?

Whumper's idiot brother had a leash attached to the collar. The jerk kept pulling it and tripping Whumpee.

"Would you stop yanking on it?", Whumpee complained finally, "I'm not moving at all. Whumper is going to be ticked if I get dirty. I don't want to make her mad."

"Shut up and stop complaining", the jerk threatened to slap Whumpee, "I'll tell Whumper you were trying to run."

The piano music started.

Whumpee felt like they were about to throw up. Their heart sank. Butterflies danced in her stomach.

"Let's go", the jerk smirked.

The doors opened.

Whumpee looked straight ahead. Mostly because of the collar.

Whumper faced away, but turned once the wedding march started. Everyone stood and marveled at Whumpee.

"Aww, she's crying tears of joy"

"She looks absolutely beautiful"

"Whumper will be so happy with their bride. Such a beautiful slave. Now, they will be binded legally to each other."

Whumpee heard these words as they were led down the aisle. Their mouth dried as they approached the stairs.

Whumper received the leash.

"Come my darling", Whumper's words dropped like acid.

"I-I can't", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper's face twisted.

"Sh-shackles, I-I can't climb the stairs. I'll fall", Whumpee quickly spoke. They hated every moment of this.

It would be worse for them if Whumper was mad, and they knew that. They had no way out. It was them against Whumper, their family, and their friends. They were stuck. Whumper promised to make this as easy as possible if Whumpee behaved. At this time in Whumpee's servitude.... that's all they could want was easy.

Whumper looked at their brother.

"Will you help them up, I forgot they were shackled", Whumper smiled again at Whumpee, "you look beautiful."

Whumpee winced as they were roughly hoisted up to where Whumper stood.

The ceremony continued.

Whumpee quietly pleaded when the official asked if anyone disagreed with the marriage. No one spoke up.

Whumper had stuffed her finger into Whumpee's mouth so she wouldn't say anything either.

"Hmm", Whumpee gagged.

"Oops", Whumper grinned.

Whumper forced their kiss onto Whumpee.

The papers were signed. Whumpee shook nervously as they signed on their line. Whumper then tied their arms back up.

It was done. Whumpee was trapped legally.

Whumpee sat in a chair. Every eye in the room was on them.

"C-can I be untied... please", Whumpee felt Whumper sit down, "I won't fight you."

Whumper laughed, "I won't untie you, but if you ask nicely, I'll take off the strict collar and put a more comfortable one on you."

Whumpee hurried, "please, Master, may I have the collar off. Please."

"Such good manners", Whumper laughed again, "here."

Whumpee took a deep sigh of relief once the collar was off and a smaller one was put on.

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee whispered.

"You're welcome", Whumper smiled.

Food was carried to the tables now.

Whumpee looked at the plate sadly.

"Uhm... Master.... what is this?"

"I went with the seafood menu. I thought it looked delicious", Whumper raised their glass to their family.

"I-I don't eat seafood though Master", Whumpee whispered, "you said I could have the chicken nuggets instead."

"I changed my mind. It wouldn't make sense that you, a lowly slave, got to eat something different from everyone else. Be happy you even get to eat. I could just lock you in the closet for the rest of the party."

"Is everything alright?", Whumper's mom leaned over.

"Yes, they were just asking for a bite of the food. I forgot they were a little tied up", Whumper grabbed a piece of shrimp and stuffed it into Whumpee's mouth.

Whumpee gagged until their eyes watered.

"Do not spit it out. You are embarrassing yourself in front of our guests."

"Seriously Whumper", their mom leaned over again, "they don't seem alright."

Whumpee finally spat the shrimp out onto their plate.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I don't eat seafood. I couldn't swallow it. Please don't hurt me", Whumpee frantically pleaded to Whumper.

"Oh you poor thing", Whumper's mom cooed, "you should have told Whumper they would have let you have something else. Right dear?"

"Of course", Whumper shot a glare at Whumpee.

"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee whispered.

Whumpee shyly watched everyone else enjoy the reception.

Their stomach roared hungrily.

"Shh", Whumpee hushed their stomach.

Whumper turned toward them, "I'll feed you later."

Whumpee quickly nodded, "thankyou", she whispered.

The party went on forever. Whumper seemed to grow tired of holding Whumpee's leash.

Whumper and her brother tied Whumpee with more ropes and carried them out to Whumper's car.

Whumpee watched as the trunk was opened.

"Please, please, it's cold out here. Please don't leave me", Whumpee pleaded as the brother picked them up and put them in the trunk, "please, I'll be good."

Whumper pulled out a blanket and covered Whumpee with it.

"I'm going to go enjoy my wedding reception. You'll be fine", Whumper laughed.

Whumpee yelled as they closed the trunk.

Whumpee listened as they both walked away.

"Please, it's cold out here", Whumpee sobbed.

Whumpee shivered awake. The car was started now.

They could hear Whumper talking to a few people. Then the door slammed.

"You alive back there?", Whumper yelled.

"Yes, please can I come up there to the heater. I'm freezing", Whumpee pleaded.

"Nope. I'm going through a drive through. What do you want to eat?", Whumper started to drive.

"Oh uh, can I have nuggets, fries, and a drink please", Whumpee called up to them, "I am so hungry."

"I'm sure you are", Whumper turned the radio up, telling Whumpee to be quiet.

Whumpee was cut loose from their bindings when they got home.

"Go get changed, then you can eat", Whumper pointed.

"Yes miss", Whumpee nodded, then turned.

Whumper came down a while later and found Whumpee on the kitchen floor eating their dinner.

Whumpee looked at them nervously as they looked up.

"Taste good?", Whumper smirked.

"Yes miss. Very good", Whumpee whispered.

"I'll take a few fries", Whumper reached down.

Whumpee quickly handed them the entire card of fries.

Whumper took what they wanted and handed the rest back.

"W-as", Whumpee paused as Whumper turned to leave the kitchen.

"Go on", Whumper looked over her shoulder.

"Was I a good slave for you today?", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes you did a good job. I did actually mess up the menu. I was going to let you have chicken there, but I forgot to order that. I was hoping you could at least eat something from the fish menu, then I knew it was of no use when you spit it out. I was trying to look good in front of my mother. Thankyou for playing along", Whumper sighed, "I felt bad when I heard your stomach growl. I thought I could get you away from everyone by putting you in the trunk. They would have pulled you back out if I had put you in the collar. My family gets a little.... uh you know. I didn't want them to hurt you."

Whumpee nodded, "I know your mom is strict. Though I didn't want this, I knew I needed to be good in front of everyone so that you could look good."

"Thankyou Whumpee, you're such a good slave for me", Whumper smiled.

"You're welcome", Whumpee smiled weakly, "there was was one thing I kind of wanted to do on my wedding night. Can we..", Whumpee looked down shamefully.

"What is it?", Whumper smiled, "it was your wedding day as well. Though against your will, you should be able to experience something to make you happy."

"Can we dance together? Whatever song and dance style. Can we just have a dance together?"

Whumper paused, "oh that would have been cute at the reception."

"I was going to whisper it. People kept talking to you, then I got thrown into the trunk", Whumpee slowly stood so they didn't offend Whumper, "may I have a dance with the bride?"

Whumper and Whumpee moved a few things and turned on a song to dance to.

"I suppose it is easier to dance now that I'm untied, so that's nice", Whumpee giggled as she spun Whumper around.

"This is so much fun", Whumper giggled, "it would have been cute in front of everyone, but I'm almost happy we are doing it here."

Whumpee grinned, "me too."

This isn't a story that you would end with a "and they lived happily ever after." Whumpee was still a slave after all. They were stuck, legally bond to Whumper. But, maybe this added a different aspect to their relationship.... Maybe."

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[flo-zoinks]

can u do red dead headcanons for if you like…hit them with a horse super duper hard…

LMFAOOO BAHAHAHAHA💀💀

Sure!! I've never done a hc like this so for the "you", because the reactions will differ GREATLY on who it is, I'll assume the person is a man similar to John in terms of likeness around camp and age

WHAT I IMAGINE WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU HIT EACH RDR2 GANG MEMBER WITH UR HORSE REAL HARD (MY OPINION)

Javier - would curse for a solid minute shouting in Spanish, immediately after go check all his vanity is still intact then around 10pm threaten you with a knife if you ever made a 'mistake' like that again, then smile it off after saying all is forgiven brother

Arthur - would angrily shout at you for being a blind fool, and bring it up jokingly for the next 15 years to make fun of you and talk shit about you. Never let you drive again too

Strauss - he is NOT surviving that

Micah - would take it really well on the moment, then afterwards try to act tough and threaten you in public. Would bring it up again in chapter 6 though and say you purposely tried to kill him because you're a rat apparently

Jack - "aaaaaaaaaa" ( he weighs like 20kg he'll fly across camp). And you probably become the camp enemy for the next 2 weeks and Abigail's opp forever because he prolly got some brain damage from that too lol

John - yell SHIT really loudly then make some catty remark like "thought I was the half blind one" then get over it quickly

Molly - curse you out, tell Dutch, then cry in private later thinking it was on purpose because you / everyone else hates her

Sean - laugh it off but still be a little pissed at you for a while. Probably rant at you drunk later that night. One day would buy you glasses to mock you for that

Lenny - call you out for being a dick, but forgive it as a mistake if you apologised

Sadie - curse at you so mad, hate you for a GOOD WHILE, and in private stab a knife into the table whilst looking at you threateningly

Charles - shout, tell you off angrily but go out for a while until hes not angry anymore. Would probably still hold a little resentment towards you but would understand if you apologised

Hosea - if he lives thru that would shout at you angrily, then give you lessons again on horse-riding. Would bring it up years later as a funny story time after time embarrassing you

Dutch - this REALLY depends on the person. If this again was someone like John he'd prolly tell them off, then laugh at it as a funny mess up. Would take him a while as you probably ruined his clothes to 'forget' it happily

Mary-Beth - would be mad, but forgiving. Arthur and Miss Grimshaw would be outright angry at you instead

Tilly - similar to Mary-Beth w Arthur and Miss (prolly Javier too) but she'd avoid you for a while and mark snarky comments every once in a while

Karen - curse you out baddd, then tell you that you owe her a beer and insist you take her to a saloon for one (she doesn't let you drive though)

Grimshaw - huff and puff and shout at you, tell you off to Dutch except unlike Molly he'd suspend you from camp for a while or smth, then make snideful looks at you for the next 2 weeks after. Probably similar to Hosea past that though.

Kieran - assume it's an attack on him, then complain to you he's not an O'Driscoll anymore why are you hitting him with ur horse

Pearson - shout that he it's your 'last chance' before he let's his true anger out at you, says you're lucky he's feeling pacifist rn but tell everyone else you were too scared to argue back and ran away after your silly mistake

Bill - curse you out, then try and fight you in public, then demand an apology, then beg for an apology, then say some corny shi like yeah I knew you revered me too...heh...

Uncle - shout out you're a lazy bum who can't even ride a horse right for the next month STRAIGHT like proper dick riding that high horse hes on rn

Swanson - insist he is a man of the cloth and does not deserve your wrath, try and make you feel bad about it by using bible teachings then when drunk cry out to God that he sent that big ass horse as a punishment he doesn't understand

Lol this was fun thanks for the ask ❤❤!!! This one I dont think is as accurate 😭🤔 buuut tell me who I forgot yall love uu😚

[peachhcs]

Samy does the trend where she wipes off the kisses that will gives her

i love that trend it's always so funny. samy's never wiped will's kisses off before so when she does it he's very shocked and immediately thinks he did something wrong. surprisingly someone else JUST about this so i’ll post it now :)) i wrote up so many of my requests last night to clear out my inbox but this was super fun!!

au masterlist

samy set her phone up while will was in the bathroom finishing getting ready. she saw the trend after scrolling through her for you page all morning and of course, she had to join in. pranking will was literally her favorite activity and it was payback for him spitting all of his water into her face the last time they made a tiktok together.

she pretended to be doing something on her computer while she hid her phone behind one of the potted plants on the counter. the bathroom door opened a few minutes later and samy could hear will's footsteps.

"hey, i'm gonna leave now. are you gonna be all good by yourself for a few hours?" will asked as he came up to her chair.

samy nodded, "yeah i'm gonna be fine."

"i'll be back at like 3 probably," the blonde leaned down to press a soft kiss to her cheek. samy immediately wiped her cheek when he removed his lips and will quickly made a face.

"what?" he grew confused.

"what?" samy played dumb.

"you just wiped off my kiss," will pointed out.

"i didn't," samy gaslit him and the blonde swore she did.

he decided to kiss her again this time on the lips. samy copied her exact movements from before and will definitely wasn't seeing things this time.

"does my breath smell bad or something? i brushed my teeth," the hockey player didn't know why she was wiping his kisses off.

"it smells fine," samy hummed and will stood above her staring at her confused.

he began wracking his brain of something he might've done wrong in the last few days, but when he couldn't think of anything, will was even more confused than before.

"are you mad at me or something?" he asked.

"no, why would i be mad at you?" samy finally caught his gaze and she had to stop herself from laughing when she saw her boyfriend's pout.

"because you're wiping off my kisses. did i do something wrong?" it was so hard keeping the bit up when he looked at her like that.

"no, you didn't. i'm just doing school work," samy said and that didn't answer any of will's confusion.

"you've never wiped my kisses off before?" the blonde pouted even more and samy couldn't keep it up. she bursted out laughing and poor will just stood beside her in confusion.

"it's a prank, baby, i promise. i love you," samy grabbed her phone and showed him the camera that was recording. the hockey player quickly rolled his eyes and gently shoved her.

"you're so mean to me," he mumbled as he went to grab a water from the fridge.

"i'm sorry, baby. it's payback from you spitting water in my face a few weeks ago," samy half joked.

"whatever. it was funny. that wasn't funny. i thought i did something wrong," will complained and samy got up to bring him into a hug.

"i'm sorry, you didn't. i love you. have fun," she kissed his lips to make up for the prank. will kissed her back, glad she didn't wipe her lips off after this time.

"i love you too. i'll see you later," he pecked her cheek and then finally left to go hang out with some of his teammates. he just knew he was about to get roasted in those comments whenever samy posted the video.

[thinking-emoji]

what do you mean ywgttn 2.0 👀 (was creeping the confessions, as a revival phannie i don't know all the lore on that one...)

(Context: my reply on this post)

Idk if it's lore as such, but ywgttn was kind of.... divisive is maybe too strong of a word. The way I remember it, pretty much everyone in the phandom thought it was really cool that Dan got to publish a book, and we were all really proud of him! But then when it came to the book itself - many people had expected it to be more personal, more like a memoir, and were a little disappointed that it wasn't that. Some people really focused on the few paragraphs that were about Dan's personal life, and the greater part of the book that Dan probably wanted to be the focus didn't really get a lot of attention. Others complained that the advice in the book was too basic, too superficial, nothing that hadn't been done before a million times. And overall it just really felt like, yes this is Dan's project and we're all very proud of him and we're sticking it on the fridge, but not because we actually think it's really good. And then afterwards the "hiatus" narrative emerged and it seemed like no one even remembered that this was a thing that happened and that took a lot of work! The phandom just collectively started to claim that Dan hadn't been doing anything worth mentioning for like 3 years.

And my worry is that dinok would have a similar lack of impact. That it would be a passion project for Dan, and the phandom largely wouldn't really know what to do with it, and I would just find that disappointing for everyone involved

[panthrnoir]

late night visit - sam monroe x reader 🌺🪷

notes- i’m finally pushing myself to write again even tho i have so many idea, send me any requests if you have any NOT PROOF READ

warning- kissing, dry humping, dirty talk

you were getting ready to take a shower after a long day of finishing all your math homework because you missed a day before. after starting to run your long waited shower, you receive a text from your boyfriend, SAM MONROE, asking if you were busy. “not for a while, i’m about to get in the shower, i’ll be done in like 20 minutes”, he responded with “good, i haven’t seen you in ages, i miss you”. you reply to his text with a heart and start to run your shower. your eyes nearly fell asleep because of how exhausted you were. after you washed your body, you hurried and wrapped yourself with a towel to shield yourself from the cold air once you got out the shower. you grabbed your phone to see a missed message from sam. “hey are you done yet, it’s been longer than 20 minutes”, you chuckle at the thought of him being so impatient. “i just got out the shower, relax, i’m just getting dressed” you replied and threw your phone on your bed so you could get dressed. you dressed in black rock hoodie that your boyfriend had given you & a pair of sweatpants. you pick up your phone to text your boyfriend that you were finished getting dressed, knowing that he would probably stop by soon. “hey i’m done getting dressed”, he started typing for what felt like hours and finally responded with “ok, i’ll be there in five minutes”. you were confused because you know that he lives almost 20 minutes away so how could he be so close already? was he waiting for you to be done? was he already there?

you thought he would take longer than he said so you lied down in your bed to stay warm. you were hoping you could get to lay down for a couple minutes before your boyfriend arrived. before you knew it, you heard a knock on the door. you threw the cover off your body, sighing because the loss of warmth, and walked downstairs to the door. as soon as you opened the door, you were embraced by your boyfriend’s arms. you could’ve sworn it gave you whiplash. “missed you so much”he muttered while his face was buried in your neck. “i missed you too, i was sick all this time”you murmured. “i brought you something” he says, placing a bag in your hand. your hands searched inside the bag and found your favorite food. you look up at him and hug him. “come on, let’s go to my room” you say while leading him upstairs towards your room. you and sam sit down on your bed while you start to eat. as you were eating, you couldn’t help but feel sam’s eyes burning into you. you stare back at him, confused. “what’s wrong babe, are you hungry too?” you questioned, offering some of your nuggets. he puts your hand back in your lap and shakes his head. “m’ just thinking about how badly i want to stick my fingers and my tongue inside you” he flirts while slowing caressing your thigh, approaching your heat. you look back up at him flushed and continue to eat your food, trying not to seem nervous. “don’t worry, i can wait until your finished baby” he snickered and leaned back on his elbows. after a few minutes, you finish your food and turn back to look at him nervously. he smirks and pulls you back next to him by your waist, already knowing what your going to say. “do you want it” he asks, rubbing your cheek. you hesitate but you consider because you’re still sick, “i wish i could but i’m not risking you getting sick” you clarify. “i don’t care, i need you” he whines. he suddenly crawls on top of and starts to leave marks on your neck. “s-sam, we can kiss or whatever, we just can’t-”you try to explain but you were cut off by sam’s lips. you flip him over so your straddling his lap and start smothering his face with your lips. sam is taken back by your sudden confidence, but he doesn’t complain and places his hands on his hips. all the kissing and grabbing all over each other, you both start breathing heavily and getting hotter. you getting for needy by the second so you start grinding your hips against the growing tent in his pants. sam groans and helps you move faster against him. “i guess this is the most i’ll get, huh” he snickers.

[many-gay-magpies]

seeing all these posts talking about payneland as if its some tragic unrequited love drives me insane ngl. or i guess not TRAGIC but the posts that are like "man edwin really got every boy except the one he wanted" HE ALREADY HAD HIM. HE ALREADY FUCKING HAD HIM ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?? MAYBE NOT ROMANTICALLY BUT GOD HE HAD HIM. AND HE STILL HAS HIM.

[forcedhesitation]

I MISSED THIS ENTIRELY MY FIRST TIME AROUND....THIS IS SO DAMN PRECIOUS?!!

[reikunrei]

feeling a little weird about this holiday season and i’m not really sure why

[graff-aganda]

No no ikr. The ENT fandom is so quiet around here. And honestly I'm just excited to see art of my favourite dudes, because we rarely get fanart around here, and when we do it's usually Trip or T'Pol solely. Malcolm gets left in the dust quite a lot so I'm happy you drew him as well - and so well done too!

Anyway, ramble over, lol.

OMG... Well I think I can see why a lot of fanart is of Trip and/or T'pol (those two seem like they're doing some heavy lifting for the show/are just a lot of people's faves. I've got a few half baked ideas in mind for them myself.) but the rest of the crew as a whole do deserve more love I think! :]

[kingprinceleo]

Maybe doing another or a new hobby can help ! Maybe baking could help, even if u are not really good at it from the get go, is a fun thing to try out

i really should try to get into other hobbies but its very hard!! i have really bad perfectionism habits and immediately drop things im not instantly good at jfdgn and the Horrors make it hard for me to squeeze dopamine out of anything </3 tbh if anyone has suggestions for like, cheap things to do im listening fdbhjghjb