#i’m in no rush to get to it tbh😭

[whoredmode]

If your hypothetical "fucking off to Santo Ileso" SRR rewrite was set after Ashes to Ashes/in the 2020s, you could call it Midlife Crisis.

;)

(sorry haha)

like the faith no more song—

jk tbh anteros has enough of a pre-midlife crisis during srtt i wouldn’t want to give him an Actual one when he does hit middle age. and troy is just always going through a personal crisis. they’re running away from it all in that hypothetical “fucking off to santo ileso” AU

[twistedappletree]

tipped my uber courier hella extra bc she helped call an ambulance for a homeless woman while waiting for my order 🥺 and idk i was chatting with her about it in the app and it just made me love people sm 🤍

[thegettingbyp2]

elloo, can you do a jess mariano fluff where he is like, super sweet to reader and luke observes them? ex. jess holds reader’s hand, or gives them free donuts, and luke is js laughing his ass off bc it’s funny? tbh, i have no idea if this makes sense, so you don’t have to do it. love ya! 😭🫶

Sweet on Her

The moment the door to the diner opened and you walked in, Jess was a goner. As soon as he saw that it was you who had walked in, he abandoned whatever task he was doing, much to Luke’s annoyance, and made his way over to where you had set yourself up at a table with your book, pen already between your teeth ready to make notes.

‘What are we reading today?’ Jess asked, putting a mug of coffee on the table in front of you.

‘Pretty Women,’ you replied, grinning up at him before looking down at the coffee with a knowing look on your face. ‘I didn’t order anything.’

‘I know,’ he said, casually throwing himself down in the seat next to you, his arm resting on the back of your chair. ‘And I’ll grab your donut when we’re about, what, two, three chapters in?’

‘We?’ you asked, raising your eyebrow at him, even though you know your little routine by now; you looked forward to it every day. You would turn up at the diner with your book, Jess would bring you a coffee and donut (on the house!) and sit and read over your shoulder with you until Luke inevitably pulled him away to actually get on with his job.

‘Yes, we,’ he teased, settling in and tucking you underneath his arm slightly. Even though you and Jess weren’t officially together, everyone in town know that the two of you belonged to each other and that it was only a matter of time. Even the two of you knew that, but you were just so content with the set-up you currently had, neither of you felt the need to rush into anything. That didn’t, however, stop Jess feeling like he had the biggest crush on you. ‘Now, come on, I don’t know how long I’m going to get away with this today and I’ve never read this. I’ve even got a pen to add my own notes,’ he said, twirling his pen in-between his fingers and grinning at you.

‘Fine,’ you faux-sighed heavily, leaning into Jess more and opening the book, holding it up in a position that made it easy for the two of you to read the pages. Every now and then as you read, one of you would stop to take the book and scribble down a note in the margin or underline a passage.

It wasn’t until you were both about halfway through the book when Jess realised that he hadn’t gotten you your donut, making you put the book down so he could go and grab it. As he was walking back to the counter he saw Luke watching him and laughing quietly at him; that was when Jess realised that Luke hadn’t been over to drag him away just yet.

‘What?’ Jess asked when Luke didn’t look away or stop laughing.

‘Who the hell are you and what have you done with my nephew?’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘You’re sweet on her, Jess.’

‘She’s my best friend,’ Jess tried to protest, his eyes automatically scanning back over to you where you were sipping on your now-cold coffee and looking out the window absentmindedly.

‘Jess, it’s not a bad thing! It’s nice, you know, seeing you trail after her like a lost puppy, bringing her coffee before she orders, casually throwing your arm over the back of her chair. Just ask her out!’

‘We’re not having this conversation,’ Jess protested before swiping a couple of donuts from the tray alongside a few napkins before making his way back over to you.

‘You realise they’ll be coming out of your pay check!’ Luke called after him.

‘Whatever you say Uncle Luke!’

[pintrestgrl]

hii bby💓 im so glad we became mutuals because you are my first mutual🥹

could i request kook!reader x rafe where reader always likes to talk right before the go to bed like for (ex. they could be laying in bed cuddled up trying to fall asleep but reader just talks about literally anything) thats how i was when i was a child id stay over my grandmas and just talk her head off at night😭

yesss ofc i’m exactly like this 😭 i cannot handle the silence omg

but omg i’m so glad too 🥹 ily ily and im honored to be ur first mutual 💕💘💞💖💓💝

also imagine this w like season4!rafe too. this was also not proofread and was a bit rushed.. tbh

okk anyways enjoy !!

bf!rafe cameron with sweetheart!kook!reader.

you had probably the longest day of your life today. rafe, too. you both had spent all day together, shopping on the mainland.

he had been following you around in every shop, watching you try on your every item with a smile on his face.

he paid for everything too, not really bothering to glance at the total of your many items.

he just wanted you to be happy. and he’d do his best job to make sure it was because of him.

but now, you had returned back to his house.

you both had a quickie quick shower together, and brushed your teeth.

it was safe to say, you both were exhausted. neither of you should have any trouble sleeping tonight, right?

wrong.

he had you laid up against his bare chest, your whole body smelling like vanilla lotion, and a hand resting against your back.

the only problem was that, you would not stop talking.

he thought you would pass out the second you entered the white sheets, but clearly you proved him wrong.

you were just constantly spewing out millions of random sentences.

“do you love me?”

“today was fun.”

“ooo, i wanna show my sister everything i got today!”

“do you think i’d survive in a zombie apocalypse?”

“what’s your favorite color?”

“my feet hurt.”

“my lotion smells good.”

“i hope my hair air dries good.”

“what’s your favorite animal?”

if he didn’t know you that well, he’d think you were joking with the way you were obnoxiously speaking right now.

he tried to ignore it and just drift to sleep, but he physically couldn’t keep his mouth shut anymore.

he spoke.

“okay, stop. yes to all your questions, now go to bed. please. okay?”

you frowned, a small pout forming on your pretty lips. you let out a small huff, rolling your body off of his and causing your back to face him.

he smirked, scoffing. his hand snaked to your waist, stroking the skin there as he spoke.

“no— baby, i didn’t mean it like that. c’mon, i’m sorry. okay?”

you didn’t answer him, opting for just staring at the wall in front of you.

he didn’t want you to be mad at him, that really was his last intention. he just wanted you to get some good rest.

he sighed, giving up. before he decided to fully pull your waist towards his body, him laughing as you tried to fight the smile coming to your face.

he turned your body over onto your back, hovering over you and planting multiple kisses on your face.

he spoke, finally pulling away from your skin.

“there. are you happy?”

you tried to contain the soft smile coming to your lips, but you couldn’t. you giggled, as his large hands stroked the skin of your hip.

you spoke.

“yeah, sure. maybe. whatever.”

he smirked, before speaking back to you.

“good. now cmon, go to bed. please?”

you nodded, going back to your original position of laying on top of his chest as he stroked your back.

you were finally quiet, finally resting. or so he thought.

he was about to succumb to a deep sleep, before he heard your soft voice whisper.

“do you love me?”

[kestisvrse]

you don’t know me

pairing ⋆ spidey!luke castellan x gn!reader au. fluff with a bit of angst. friends to lovers.

synopsis ⋆ spider-man appears at your window for help, and accidentally reveals his identity.

warnings ⋆ blood descriptions, stitching, swearing, stranger danger tbh, bit dramatic(?), kinda rushed i apologize | wc: 2.5k

a/n ⋆ i hate the ending of this so feel free to not read it😭😭

♫ - jackie and wilson by hozier

1:33am

it was hard trying to stay awake at this time, sound of the rain against your window and the soft snores of your roommates made it was easy to focus on closing your tired eyes instead of looking over all the notes scattered on your desk, it seemed nothing could stop you from drifting off to the peaceful place despite the thought of your sore neck in the morning from being slouched over your desk, but three taps against your window made your eyes shoot open.

he regretted it immediately, as he watched your head rise from the desk, but what else could he do? he gripped his side as he watched you mumble to yourself at the sight of spider-man on your fire escape, but you quickly opened the window.

“what the fuck?” you whisper at the sight, the heavy rain began to cover your window sill and floor but you didn’t even notice.

“hi, um i know this must seem very odd..” the superhero in front of you trailed off as you let him in, “shit, i’m bleeding on your carpet.”

“what- oh shit!” you gasp, noticing the giant gash he gripped on his torso, without a second thought you grabbed his hand and dragged him into your private bathroom, pushing him to sit on the toilet as you rummaged in your cupboards, as you pulled out a first-aid kit, you rummaged for supplies, “can i ask why the hell spider-man is bleeding in my bathroom right now?”

“i- i lost a lot of blood, i wouldn’t have been able to make it to my place in time.” he lied, “not to sound creepy but i saw your light on and.. and i needed help.”

“can you take the top half of your suit off?” you ask, washing your hands, as if you hadn’t even acknowledged what he had said. he nods, unzipping the back and removing his arms from the sleeves, letting the suit rest at his waist, his mask still hiding his identity, “this will hurt.” you warn, even though he had definitely experienced worse than a wound being wiped down.

but still he winced, clenching his jaw, as you realized it wasn’t just a cut, he had been stabbed.

“thank god you stumbled across a med-students dorm.” you mumble to yourself, trying to lighten the mood as you get ready to stitch his side together, as he went to laugh at your comment he was interrupted by a groan of pain emitting from his throat.

“i know it hurts, but try to be quiet. if you wake clarisse, my roommate up, she will not make this situation any better.” you say, luke holds back a laugh knowing it was definitely true, he bites down on his lower lip as you stitch him up. luckily it was a shallow cut,.

you worked in silence, occasionally broken up by strewn out swears and winces from the superhero, biting your lip in concentration. as you tied together the final stitch you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

“okay, the hard part is done.” you informed him, wiping down any excess blood that stained his skin.

“thanks.” he mutters weakly, moving to adjust his posture but immediately freezing as pain shoots up his body.

“stay still.” you say, “i still have to bandage it.” pulling out medical tape and gauze out of your medical bag, he felt as your hands occasionally slipped off the white bandage and touched his stomach. the pain almost subsided as the feeling of your fingertips burned into him. wrapping the bandage around his torso and taping it down you lean back on your knees, letting out a sigh.

he focuses on you as you stand, washing blood off your hands in the sink before cleaning up your supplies, you glance at him catching him staring, as he pretends to admire your bathroom as if he hadn’t been in here before.

“um-“ he clears his throat, “sorry for bleeding on your floor.” he mentioned, guilt evident in his voice.

“s’okay, i didn't like that carpet much anyways.” you say, which was a lie. luke remembered vividly how happy you were to get what you called, ‘the best rug ever’ for your room, his brows furrow.

you lean back against the bathtub, letting out a sigh, he goes to move but you nudge him with your foot, “don’t go just yet, won’t be good to swing on new stitches.” you explained to him, as he leaned back against the back of the toilet.

his breathing was sharp and inconsistent as his stomach stung in pain, his eyes squeezed shut, “the only thing i have for pain is like advil and tylenol. i don’t know if that helps with stab wounds though.” you spoke up, he shakes his head in response.

“i’ll be fine, just- just need to catch my breath.” to which you nodded in response.

“can i get you water?” you suggest, quickly standing as a ‘please’ is heard from under the mask, him suddenly noticing the scratchy and dry feeling of his throat. you rush out the room, tiptoeing into the kitchen to grab water for the superhero, as you return and hand it to him, you spin around so he can remove his mask.

his face was red as he watched you carefully, slipping his mask above his nose to gulp down the glass. scared you’d spin around to discover it was your friend bleeding out in the bathroom.

but you didn’t, as he pulled the mask back down and placed the cup on the counter, is when you turned and returned to your spot on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest.

he begins to shuffle uncomfortably on the toilet, breathing harder as his back slouched and his body tensed. the bandages felt tight on him, as he resisted the urge to rip them off, he was quickly distracted as you kneeled in front of him, placing your hand on his exposed wrist.

tingles shot up his body at the feeling of your skin against his again, it felt so odd, knowing he had hugged and brushed past you so many times but this was different, every touch had him blushing as butterflies flew around his stomach, he didn’t know you felt the same way, but with luke, not spider-man.

“control your breathing, your pulse is out of control.” you breathe, your pointer and middle finger pressed against his wrist feeling his pulse.

he began to focus on your breathing, watching as your chest rose and fell while you seemingly seemed focused on the wall of the bathroom. he quickly matched his breathing with yours, sitting up straight as your hand pulled away from him.

“thank you, for helping me.” he stammered, suddenly self conscious of his voice, how hadn’t you recognized it?

“i mean, what else was i supposed to do? there was a superhero at my window sill.” you scoff in disbelief, “it’s fine, i mean, it’s the least i can do for you keeping me- uh new york, safe.” you clear your throat, staring at your hands that rest atop your knees. “can i ask you something?”

his throat dries, “yeah?”

“i mean- obviously don’t answer if it’s too personal or gives away your identity, but.” you tilt my head, “do you like… live a normal life during the day? or are you always spider-man?” you ask cautiously.

he pauses to think about his answer, narrowing his eyes at you, “oh yeah, i-i do have a normal life during the day.” he confesses, the hand that grasped his stomach moves to scratch the back of his neck.

“cool.” you reply, stopping yourself from question him farther.

“you aren’t asking any questions,” he stated quietly, almost in disbelief. as he spoke, he shifted his attention to your face. “i was expecting some like freaked out reactions. but you’re... you’re really chill about this.”

“you have a secret identity for a reason, i wouldn’t want to ruin that for you. you keep the city safe, and that’s all i need to know.” you shrug in response, staring at the white eyes of his mask.

“i mean it’s so crazy.” you say randomly, causing his head to tilt in confusion, “i’ve thought about it before you know, imagine one of my friends was a masked superhero.” he tenses, knowing that in fact it was true, “like my friend luke, he’s always disappearing at random moments.” his eyes widen but you don’t notice because of the mask, chuckling to yourself at the thought.

“yeah, imagine that.” he murmurs in response, suddenly very sweaty in stress.

“how’re you feeling?” you turn your attention back to him.

“still hurts a lot, but i should go now.” he explains, his hand on the counter to steady himself as he stands, “again, thank you so much.”

you walk to the window, opening it and helping him climb out onto the fire escape, “again” you repeat him, “it’s the least i could do.”

4:56pm

you yawn as you open the door revealing luke castellan, bag swung over his shoulder and hair messy from the wind, he gave you a lopsided smile, “ready to study?”

you shake your head as he enters your apartment, “i was studying all night, barely got sleep.” you respond, leading him to your room.

he just nods his head at you in response, cheeks growing hot, sure you were studying, before his alter ego stumbled through your window.

as he walked into your room, he immediately took notice of the spot of your carpet that had been rolled over, to cover the evidence of the blood stain. his stare lingered there, before quickly collecting himself to sit on your bed.

“i made these flashcards for you last night.” you break the silence, holding up pastel green cards, “ready to be tested, castellan?” you tease, plopping onto the bed and leaning against the headboard as he takes his jacket off.

“oh bless you for those.” he praised, comfortably laying down at the end of your feet.

“just admit i’m your favourite person.” you giggle, he rolls his eyes before encouraging you to begin.

thirty minutes past as you tested him, reaching the end before you would swap over, “alright” you clear your throat, “next- luke?” your gaze drifts up from the card.

“yeah?” he asked, waiting for you to continue.

“you’re bleeding.” you point at his shirt, he looks down to find his blue t-shirt slowly bleed red, dripping down his side. immediately, he reacted by pressing down as hard as he could against the wound, a small whimper escaping his lips in the process.

“what-“ you cut yourself off, to look up into his eyes, eyes widening in the process “no fucking way.”

he tore his attention away from his wound, blood seeping into your bed sheets, “i-“ in a flash you’re up from the bed, cards spilling onto the floor as you yank him up causing him to yelp. he sits down on the toilet as you rummage for the first aid kit, again.

“take off your shirt.” you demanded, and despite the surprise this brought him, he didn’t resist. he removed his shirt almost immediately, revealing the bloody coated bandages.

you stared at his chest, the fact that it was the exact same as spider-mans made you wanna scream, but you held back, removing the bandages and staying quiet to patch him up, too scared to speak.

luke stayed silent, staring at you with sad eyes, praying you would forgive him. he winced every so often at the sting of you restitching some stitches that came loose, and rewrapping his stomach with fresh gauze.

your lips pursed together as you washed your hands, refilling the same cup from last night with water and placing it beside him before walking off into your room. luke quickly tugs hair shirt back on, ignoring the blood stain and the pain that shot up his body at the sudden movement, before going to stand in front of you in your room, “i’m sorry.” he whispers.

“you could have died, and it would have been my fault.” you remarked, “can you imagine? spider-man dies in my bathroom and i take his mask off to reveal my best fucking friend.” you scoffed, tears covering your waterline.

his expression softened, as he nudged your foot with his, “but i didn’t.”

“but you could have!” you yell, shooting up to stand in front of him, “jesus luke, this is what you’ve been doing all year? this is why you disappear all the time?” he stares at his shoes as you rub your forehead.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, a sad expression covering his face, as he blinked rapidly, “i’m sorry for putting you through that. i didn’t mean to worry you.”

“you-you’re spider-man.” you gasp out, in disbelief. your hand clutches your chest as tears roll out onto your cheeks. his hand brushes your bicep as you flinch.

“yeah… yeah i am.” he sighs, guiding you to sit back down on your bed, “i wish i hadn’t come here last night but- i wouldn’t have been able to stitch that up myself.” he sighed as you sobbed into your hands.

“you could have died.” you choke out, repeating yourself before falling into his side, almost on instinct he wraps his arm around you, rubbing your back comfortingly. he knew you wouldn’t respond well if he had ever told you, but he hadn’t thought about how you would feel to him almost dying in your bathroom.

“i’m okay. i promise.” he breathed into your hair, but you just shook your head in response, unable to respond as you tried to catch your breath.

“i don’t care if i am fast asleep, if this ever happens again, you come to me luke, i stitch you up.” you begged, looking up to him teary eyed.

his gaze softens looking at you but nodded in response, “okay, i promise.” his hand hovers over you neck, “i didn’t want to put you in danger or worry you. i would have told you. i was also scared you wouldn’t… wouldn’t look at me the same” he whispered.

“you’re still luke castellan, i still will like you no matter what, you just… you scared the shit out of me.” you sputtered out, not thinking about what you were saying to the boy in front of you, his body tensed.

“like me?” he asks, brows furrowed to see if you meant as friends or.. as more. he got his answer as he watched your eyes widen slightly and you began to stutter, “you… you like me?”

“what- no i meant-“ you shake your head so hard he thought it might spin off, and so he took his chance. the hand that hovered over your neck held your face still as he connected his lips with yours.

you found yourself unable to kiss back in shock, he heats up in embarrassment as he began to pull away, which brought you to your senses as you pulled him back down to press a soft kiss against his lips.

he pulled away for air, leaning your foreheads against each other.

“i can’t believe i accused you of being a secret superhero, while infront of you last night.” you mumbled, as he just laughed in response and shook his head.

“i promise to be more safe, just for you.” he said, leaning in to peck your lips.

[priyajoyy]

Home

Just straight up bunny physiological torture and angst icl 😭

Also havnt even watched the episode yet lmao so soz if some of this doesn’t make sense contextually

Bunny 🤝 collecting parental figures that are gonna inevitably die

Warnings:

Normal Yellowjackets stuff, murder, blood, gore, cannibalism, trauma, abuse, abusive relationships, dark characters, trauma responses, Stockholm syndrome tbh…

“Hi”

It was a small squeak that caught Hannah off guard, if she hadn’t have been paying attention she wouldn’t have even heard it.

Bunny had practically snuck up on the older woman, her footsteps light and silent as her bare feet tiptoed towards her.

Two eyes started at the young girl, who stood infront of her fidgeting and restless, the anxiety radiating off of her.

Bunny avoids eye contact with the brunette, one of akilahs bunnies clutched tightly in her arms like she’s afraid to let go of it.

“I brought you some water” she mutters, almost a whisper, using her spare hand to pass some sort of wooden cup full of water to her.

Hannah takes it, but only eyes it uncertainly, making bunny squirm in her place even more, her legs moving every few seconds like she couldn’t stay still.

“It’s clean…we boil it to get rid of the germs” bunny tries to reassure her, not getting much of a response.

Elizabeth sniffles, pulling the bunny that she had named Maggie after her mother, closer to her, letting her get more comfortable against her chest.

“Um…I’m bunny” the blonde tries to tell the other woman, her voice soft and uncertain as they hold eye contact once again.

Hannah watches the teen, taking her in from her place sat on the floor.

The blonde girl looked terrified, wearing the closest to normal clothes she’d seen compared the to some of the strange outfits the others were wearing.

She had on a ratty looking hoodie that swallowed the girl, the sleeves covering her arm that clutched the bunny, and long floral pyjama bottoms, all hannah could see was a scared little kid.

They all looked so young really, but this girl more so than some of the others.

She can’t help but eye the girls face, taking note of the mark on her cheek that looked like some sort of healing bruise, the cuts and rips that lie on her lips, and as she looked down, the cuts lining her neck and parts of her arms she could see, resembling bite marks.

Hannah gives her the closest she could to a small reassuring smile, softly asking, “bunny?”

“U-um Elizabeth really…” the girl says, her lips catching between her teeth, “but everyone calls be bunny”

Hannah only smiles, deciding that this girl wasn’t so much a risk as some of the others, patting the ground by her as an invitation to sit, “I’m Hannah”

She took her invitation hesitantly, sitting slowly with her bunny still in her lap, stroking it to ease her own anxieties.

“And you have your own bunny” the woman tries to joke, a slight laugh as she notices the blondes anxieties easing, even if it was just a tiny bit.

Bunny smiles a little, continuing her strokes of Maggie in her spot now sat cross legged across from the woman.

“They’re akilahs really…” bunny responds softly, her voice quiet as she speaks, breaking for a moment before continuing, “but I help her with the animals sometimes…this is Maggie”

“You guys have more animals out here?” Hannah asks with a confused voice, trying to gage the whole situation.

Nothing she had seen or heard about these girls so far had made any sense, more so the strange ritualistic activities they had walked in on, where what looked like one of their leaders, killed Edwin.

She remembered seeing bunny then too, the tears streaming down her face as they all screamed, and the terror in her eyes as she rushed towards Edwin when he fell to the ground, axe in the back of his head.

If she had stayed any longer she would have seen the blonde hurriedly trying to shove the man’s organs and blood back into his body in an attempt to save him, and their way home.

“Um yeah…” bunny said with a small uncertain smile, her voice growing less tense talking about the animals, “we found them at the beginning of spring, we have a goat too”

The woman can’t help but frown at the blonde teen, watching her hug the bunny close and smile about the animals.

She looked so young…

“Do…” bunny started, voice little as she looks away from the woman again. She tucked some hair behind her ear, before turning back to Hannah, his eyebrows furrowed a little.

“Do you think you could get us home?” Bunny whispered, like someone could appear and shoot her down for saying the words.

Hannah doesn’t know what to say. What can she say? She wants to reassure this girl, to tell her she would get them back to wherever they came from. But she didn’t want to lie.

She didn’t want to say how she truly felt, that she thought herself as dead as Edwin was now they had practically imprisoned her, her guide too as soon as one of them catch him.

“Because we didn’t want your friend to die!” Bunny says in a rush, panicking at the older woman’s lack of response.

“I promise, we didn’t know Lottie would do that…” she continued, desperately trying to tell the woman, “w-we just wanna go home i swear”

“How…how did you guys get out here?” Hannah asked in confusion, slightly avoiding the blondes questions.

The younger girl eyed her for a minute, clearly hesitant to speak.

“We were in a plane crash” she says softly, sighing slightly as she retold their story, “we were on our way to nationals for school…um we’re on the soccer team”

Hannah wasn’t sure what to say, she could remember the story slightly, all over the news a year ago about a group of teens and their coaches having disappeared on their flight, probably dead.

They were out here this long?

“From New Jersey?” The brunette asks hesitantly, making bunny’s eyes light up.

“Y-yeah! Wiskayok! Have you heard about us?? Do you know how my parents are?!” She starts rambling out in a rush, “Does everyone think we’re dead?”

“I um…” Hannah starts, unsure what to address first.

The blonde stares her down, wide eyed with a faint look of hope on her face at getting some sort of answers about he outside world.

Hannah hated to break that hope.

“I don’t know much about it…but um” the brunette didn’t know what to say, she didn’t want to lie, she wasn’t even sure what exactly would comfort Elizabeth, what could she say that would make it better?

“I’m sure your parents are ok” she says in a softer voice, “I would have seen if something happened I’m sure…”

The blonde nods slightly at her words, biting her lip again in thought as they settle into a somewhat comfortable silence.

“I just wanna go home…” the blonde whispered, looking up at Hannah again, her eyes wide and a little glassy, “I miss my parents”

Hannah’s frown deepened.

“But, you and your friend…you’re going to go home at some point aren’t you? We…we could come with you” bunny continued hesitantly.

“I don’t even know where kodiak is…” Hannah said unsure, “and…our phone broke…”

Elizabeth’s eyes watered a little more in panic, staring at Hannah and clutching her bunny even harder in panic.

“B-but…you can take us home right?” Bunny stutters almost desperately, her voice breathless as she stares at Hannah wide eyed.

“I-I don’t know…” the older woman responded hesitantly.

“Please?!” Bunny continues anxiously, her breathing getting more ragged, “you have to get us home!”

Hannah swallows, watching as the young girl gets more panicked, her breathing shaking and body restless.

“I’ll try” the brunette says with a sharp exhale of breath, “I-i promise”’

Bunny only pulls her bunny up to her chest like a teddy bear, sniffling as she nods slowly.

Taglist

@homopheli

[the-roo-too]

karina fluff alphabet when? 😭😭

now? 🥲

candy -> yu jimin ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- i can’t say you whole because that would be too cliche, but it’s kinda true. she looks at you with those heart eyes like you build her world brick by brick

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- karina the typa girl who’d poke your lip a little lol. running her thumb over it—she loves that shit. you have so many lip balms because she says they remind her of you

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- i think she likes looking at you when you’re cuddling. just because you look so cute up close, yk? (with rizz 🫦) so she loves you laying your head on her lap, or you cuddling up to her chest <3

dates (what’s her ideal date)- cat cafe typa person. you’re eating yummy pancakes AND a cute little cat is purring on your lap? alternatively she’d love to hear some classical music for a late night outing, like going to an opera just for the sake of it. she’s a sucker for classical music i’m telling you 😔

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- with that, she doesn’t really hide. you’re her girlfriend, you both should communicate your emotions to ensure a happy relationship:)

family (does she want one)- maybeee..? she’d like kids at home but not maybe all of the time. i think you two would be the rich gay aunties who spoil their little nieces if anything

gifts (what about gift giving)- she’s not to big on that tbh. in the love language section i get more into the details, but karina prefers acts of service over gifts, she’ll also love if you do it back!

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- not in public!!! but at home? she has to hold your hand while you’re watching movies or she’ll just spend the whole time looking at you with a pitiful pout on her face

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- hurt=papercut: kisses it better and runs to get you a bandaid. “wounds heal better when you kiss them”; hurt=broken leg: when you get the cast, she carries you around everywhere 😭 you’re like a backpack now, glued to her back. now imagine the muscles she’ll build with that workout…

jokes (does she like to joke around)- dry ass dad jokes and you can’t convince me otherwise. karina would use bad pick up lines on you, the ones you’d find on tiktok or smth. she’d be so proud too 😭😭😭

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- i’m thinking hand on your cheek, caressing your skin gently when she leans in to peck your lips <:)

love (what’s her love language)- acts of service. brings you coffee in the morning, offers to give you a massage when you come to her tired after a long and busy day. she thinks gifts are nice, but not personal enough. karina wants you to feel how much she adores you

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- seeing you on the street one day 😭 first time you two met it was raining heavily and she won you over by running to you with her umbrella, mustering up all of her rizzing nature 😔 the memory still makes her stomach flutter

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- big on being the big spoon, then cuddles up to you like a cat in the middle of the night. she just needs to be warm ok. you think you’re in a relationship? you’re her personal heat pad

oddity (what’s one quirky thing about her)- karina is a massive loser i am telling you

pet names (what does she like to call you)- ‘babie’, ‘my cutie’, ‘dearest’. maybe also variations of your name like ‘y/nnie’, ‘y/nny’ etc

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- imagine for a second that you play some instrument, like piano. now stay with me, she absolutely adores it. wants you to play her silly pieces, like parts of their songs or chopin’s waltz’s.

rush (does she rush into things)- after that previous relationship? no thank you 💖

secrets (how open is she with you)- tells you about how she stole a pencil from her best friend in third grade, a secret she promised to take to grave with her, but refuses to tell you her parent’s names until you’re together like a year. silly things > personal info

time (how long did it take her to confess)- you tricked her into confessing ☝️ girlie wasn’t picking up on your ‘subtle’ signs (visiting her every two days for a month straight) so you talked about hot idols you’d have a crush on until she admitted to hating when you spoke about others because she wanted you to be hers 🤙

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- karina needs help then lol. she won’t know by herself what to do. maybe if you’re upset over something minor, like her forgetting to give you a kiss when she was leaving in the morning, she’s just kiss you to apologise when she’s back? otherwise the whole aespa is recruited as a rescue squad lol

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- terrified 👍 we all know how fans reacted to her last public relationship so… idk if she would wanna come out with you until you’re like getting married 🥲

warrior (how often do you fight)- i think she’s a little scared to fight honestly. she thinks fighting would make you see her weak sides and she’s just scared to loose you :(((

x-ray (is she able to read you)- yes but also, karina is a loser trapped in a hot body let’s be honest. she just doesn’t pick up some clues :( poor baby thinks you’re coming to their dorm just because and it takes a lot of convincing for her to understand your one on one late night hangouts are in fact dates

yes (how would she propose to you)- in the most corny ass way you can think of. sappy love confession under the moonlight OR maybe she’d propose if dispatch somehow caught whiff of your relationship lol. then it would be rushed tho

zen (what makes her feel calm)- hear me out, driving around. especially, driving around a motorcycle. i don’t think she has a motorcycle license lol karina just gives me the vibes of someone who, when she’s stressed, would ask you to get with her on her bike. also, wrapping your arms around her waist ☝️🤓

part of [the fluff series]

[ihangelic]

HI JELLY 🫶

i just wanna tell you your writing is sooo so good i wanna reread everything you've ever posted tbh

id love to hear any of your thoughts about pegging riwoo, bonus if he's a hybrid !! im just so obsessed with the thought of riwoo's small figure and pretty waist 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

on anon cause im shy but i hope you're doing well 🌟🩷🫐

STOP IM ALREADY CRYING, reread everything i’ve written? 😭😭 you’re so sweet, thank you. i hope you’re doing well too!💕🥹 please don’t be shy to reach out!! if you’re more comfortable on anon that’s completely okay! but talk to me whenever you want, i promise im not scary! hehe 🥰 (im doing bunny!hybrid riwoo bc im ALWAYS obsessed w hybrid aus and besides an otter, that’s what i see him best fitting as)

pegging bunny hybrid!riwoo involves a lot of hugging and pinning him down— because the boy cannot stop squirming with equal need for attention as well as shyness from said attention; he’s so needy and his cock is dripping and he wants you inside of him so bad— but his dumb little bunny brain makes him such a mess; i’m sure we’ve all heard the term ‘fuck like rabbits’, and riwoo is equally as insatiable. he’ll be cock drunk just from the thought of your strap before you’ve even fucked him; just one look at you putting it on while he’s already laying on the bed and he’ll be rushing to turn around and present himself to you, arching his back with his cotton tail wiggling in excitement and desperation— whining shyly and turning his head to flash you his star filled, begging eyes 🥺

and like i said, you’ll have to pin him down by the dip of his spine to keep him still enough to push inside, or hug him in missionary because he’s being such a clingy baby; sometimes he just needs to feel your body all around him to calm his needy self down (back on my cuddle fucker!riwoo agenda). but the second you’re pushing the tip inside, he gets less squirmy as he moans out, body turning into putty in your hands as he melts into the mattress and the feeling of you stretching his bunny hole out >u< his thighs might uncontrollably start to tremble or his lop ears quiver, but otherwise he’s your fuckbunny after that, he just needed your cock <3

(also, tell him he’s your little breeding bunny, tell him you’re gonna fill him up with your cum even if you actually can’t; just those words are going to have his eyes rolling to the back of his head, mouth wide open in an unending moan and drooling. and if you get one of those straps that are filled with artificial cum? you better be ready to have him begging to be fucked by you almost constantly; he needs his fill 🤭 loooves to just be your good little rabbit with a tight hole for you to use and fuck; overstimulation is bunny!riwoo’s middle name.)

[ddoralaexplorer]

Eclipsed By You ~ A Paul Lahote story

Chapter Nine ~ No Turning Back

TW: mature scene but nothing CRAZY.

A/n: Guys, I don't write smut. I don't know how tbh, so sorry 😭

If anyone does lmk lol Jk unless...

A cool breeze drifts through my window as I wake up, my skin prickling from the crisp morning air. Stretching beneath the warm covers, I blink at the soft light spilling into my room. Today feels different. Special.

Happy 17th birthday to me.

I turn my head toward the mirror beside my bed, my reflection staring back. There's a flicker of excitement in my tired eyes. Seventeen. It’s not a huge milestone, but something about it feels important. I’m one year closer to freedom, to figuring out who I am outside of this small town.

A grin tugs at my lips. Today is going to be great. Paul and I have plans—well, I have plans, and he’s begrudgingly going along with them. A small gathering with the Cullens. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but he’d do anything to make me happy. That thought alone warms me more than the morning sun filtering through my curtains.

A pang of melancholy creeps in as I remember that today is Bella and Edward’s last day of school. They’re officially done. And I’m still here, finishing out the year alone.

A knock at my door pulls me from my thoughts. Before I can answer, it creaks open.

“Ves,” Charlie’s voice is warm, carrying a rare softness. He steps inside, balancing a small cake in his hands. The waxy number 17 flickers from the single lit candle.

I push the covers off, grinning as I ruffle my way out of bed. “Dad! You shouldn’t have.”

He gives me a small, proud smile, the kind that doesn’t come often but means everything when it does. As I reach him, he pulls me into a firm hug. His flannel smells like coffee and the faint scent of his aftershave.

“Happy birthday, kid,” he murmurs before stepping back. “Got something for you.”

From behind his back, he pulls out a book. My breath catches when I read the title—White Nights by Dostoevsky.

I take it carefully, running my fingers over the worn cover. “Dad…”

“You mentioned it once,” he says, shifting slightly, almost sheepish. “Figured you’d like it.”

Like it? I love it. It’s the kind of book that makes you feel, a story about loneliness and fleeting connections.

I swallow the lump in my throat and smile up at him. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

Charlie clears his throat, nodding toward the cake. “Well, go on, make a wish before I have to head to work.”

I glance at the flickering candle, my heart full, and close my eyes.

Bella had left early with Edward, which meant I got to borrow her truck for the day. The old, rusted orange beast rumbled as I pulled into the school parking lot, groaning one last time before I turned off the engine.

Students were scattered across the lot, clumped in groups, chatting before the first bell. Some leaned against their cars, others sat on benches or strolled toward the entrance. I wasn’t the type to make a big deal about birthdays, but as I hopped out of the truck, I immediately spotted Angela standing beside it, clutching a balloon and a small gift bag.

The gesture made warmth bloom in my chest. I wasn’t used to things like this. Outside of Jacob, I never really had close friends.

“Happy birthday, Vesper!” Angela beamed, rushing toward me with her usual kindness. Behind her, Jessica trailed, her hands shoved into her back pockets, her expression unreadable.

“I wasn’t aware we were getting presents,” Jessica remarked, her tone laced with something I couldn’t quite place. A forced smile pulled at her lips.

I never cared much for Jessica, but she was fine, I suppose.

I shook my head at her with a small laugh. “Thank you, guys. This wasn’t necessary, though.”

Angela grinned, nudging the gift bag toward me as we started making our way toward the front of the school.

But then something shifted. Both Angela and Jessica’s attention flickered elsewhere, their gazes locked on something—or someone—in the distance.

Jessica let out a low breath, her fingers subtly brushing over her hair. “Who is that?” she asked, dragging out the words, her lips curving slightly as she emphasized that.

I followed their line of sight—and my stomach did a little flip.

Paul.

Even in a crowded parking lot, he stood out. His usual swagger, the effortless confidence in the way he carried himself, the heat in his sharp, dark eyes. He looked good—too good. The black T-shirt he wore stretched over his frame, the warmth of his tanned skin seeming to radiate under the overcast sky.

I tried not to stare, but I definitely stared.

Then, as if sensing me, his gaze flicked toward mine, locking on with precision. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face as he started walking toward us.

Jessica straightened instantly, adjusting her shirt and fluffing her hair. “How do I look, guys? He’s definitely looking at me.”

I nearly choked on a laugh, barely suppressing a snort. Oh, Jessica.

Before I could say anything, Paul reached me. And without hesitation, without care for the people around us, he slid an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him.

“Hey, princess,” he murmured, voice low, rough in the best way.

Then, before I could react, he kissed me—really kissed me. A full, deep, Hollywood-style kiss that left no room for question.

And just like that, every set of eyes in the parking lot seemed to be on us.

A pointed cough broke through the moment, snapping us back to reality.

I turned my head just in time to catch Jessica’s expression—her face twisted into something between disbelief and irritation—while Angela, on the other hand, looked downright giddy, grinning ear to ear.

“Oh, um… this is Paul, my boyfriend,” I said, cheeks heating as I pulled away slightly. His hand remained on the small of my back, grounding me in place.

Paul, ever the respectful one when he wanted to be, extended his hand. Angela eagerly shook it, while Jessica hesitated before offering a limp handshake, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Nice to meet you,” Paul said, his tone polite but distant, as if he already knew Jessica’s type.

Jessica’s forced smile twitched. “Yeah. You too.”

Angela, always one to pick up on tension, grabbed Jessica’s arm before she could linger. “We actually have to head in early,” she said, her eyes flicking between Paul and me with something way too knowing. “We’ll see you later, Ves.”

I shot her a grateful smile. “See you.”

As they walked away, I turned my attention back to Paul, who was already watching me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

His voice softened. “Happy birthday, to my girl.”

Before I could respond, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. My breath caught as he flipped it open, revealing a delicate silver wolf pendant resting against soft velvet.

For a moment, I just stared.

“Paul…” I whispered, my fingers brushing over the cool metal.

He didn’t say anything, just took the necklace from the box and stepped behind me. His hands, warm and steady, gently swept my hair to the side. I felt the heat of his body against my back as he carefully clasped the chain around my neck.

It was such a simple gesture, but it made something in my chest tighten. No one had ever done something like this for me before—something thoughtful, something sweet.

I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly as a single tear threatened to spill.

“Dramatic much?” Paul teased, his voice full of quiet amusement.

I let out a shaky laugh, clutching the pendant. “Shut up.”

But he only grinned, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my head.

Yeah. This was definitely the best birthday I’d ever had.

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“You do realize there’s a door?” I teased, setting my book down as a sudden cold breeze swept through my room.

I expected to see Paul, but instead, my eyes landed on Emmett Cullen.

My brows scrunched in confusion as I sat up in bed. “Emmett?”

“Lil’ Swan! Happy birthday!” he boomed, his deep voice filling the room. Before I could react, he sped toward me, wrapping his massive arms around me in a crushing embrace.

“C-Can’t breathe,” I wheezed.

He laughed, finally dropping me back onto my bed with a bounce. I caught my breath, shaking my head. Out of all the Cullens, Emmett was the only one I could truly tolerate. Over time, we’d grown close, and I was honestly glad we had.

“I cannot wait for later,” he grinned, sprawling across my bed like he owned the place.

I raised an eyebrow. “Em, I love you, but… get out.”

I tried to keep my voice lighthearted, but I really didn’t need Paul walking in and seeing Emmett all comfortable on my bed. That was not something I wanted turning into an issue.

Emmett’s grin only widened. “What? Paul? Pfft.” He waved a dismissive hand. “He wouldn’t dare start anything with me.”

“I’d like to differ.”

I jumped at the sound of Paul’s voice, my head snapping toward the window just as he climbed through it.

Oh. Great.

The air in the room instantly shifted, the lightheartedness evaporating as Paul landed on his feet, his dark eyes locked onto Emmett.

Emmett, of course, looked completely unbothered, his smirk practically daring Paul to say something.

“What’s he doing here?” Paul’s voice was sharp, his body rigid as he turned to me, eyes dark with irritation.

I glanced between them, feeling the shift in the air—Paul, all heat and barely-contained aggression, and Emmett, the picture of amused indifference.

“To my defense,” I started, raising my hands slightly, “Em just dropped by to say happy birthday. And I did tell him to leave before you came in.” I shot Paul a playful grin, hoping to ease whatever territorial instincts were flaring up.

Emmett, still lounging comfortably on my bed, let out a deep chuckle. “Yeah, Paul, she totally kicked me out.” He smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. “I just didn’t listen.”

Paul’s jaw flexed, his fists clenching at his sides. “That supposed to be funny?”

Emmett tilted his head. “What, you don’t think it’s funny?” He stretched, making a show of getting even more comfortable, his massive frame nearly taking up my entire bed. “Relax, pup. I’m not here to steal your girl.”

Paul let out a low growl, and I swore I saw his hands start to tremble. Oh, hell no. The last thing I needed was Paul losing his temper in my room on my birthday.

I quickly stepped between them, placing a hand on Paul’s chest before this turned into something worse. His heartbeat was rapid beneath my palm, his skin burning hot. “Paul,” I murmured, giving him a look. “It’s fine. He’s fine.”

Paul’s nostrils flared, but I saw the way his eyes softened just a fraction when they met mine.

Emmett, of course, wasn’t done stirring the pot. “Y’know,” he mused, sitting up, “I kinda like you, Ves. Maybe I should steal you. Could be fun.” He shot me a wink.

Paul snapped.

Before I could blink, he lunged—but Emmett was faster, rolling off the bed in a blur, laughing the whole time.

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving!” he called over his shoulder as he hopped onto the windowsill. “Man, you wolves are so easy to mess with.”

Paul let out another growl, but I quickly grabbed his arm before he could do something reckless, like launch himself after Emmett.

Emmett grinned at me. “Happy birthday, Lil’ Swan. Try not to let hothead over here ruin it.” With that, he was gone, vanishing into the woods.

I exhaled heavily, shaking my head before turning back to Paul. His jaw was still clenched, but his eyes were on me now, the fire in them slightly dimmed.

“You know he does that just to mess with you, right?” I teased, running a hand down his arm in an attempt to soothe him.

Paul huffed, still tense. “Yeah, well… I don’t like it.”

I smirked, standing on my toes to press a quick kiss to his jaw. “Jealous, Lahote?”

His hands slid around my waist, pulling me close as he mumbled against my skin, “Not jealous. Just protective.”

I rolled my eyes playfully but I wasn’t going to let him have this one. 

“So you’re not jealous?” I teased, pulling away slightly, my lips curling into a smirk.

Paul’s grip on my hand tightened before he pulled me right back into him, his body heat wrapping around me like a flame. His breath was warm against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

His dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and unyielding. “Not jealous,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Just have to remind you who you belong to.”

A thrill shot through me at his words.

I rose onto my toes, pressing my lips to his—soft at first, then hungry, desperate, as if something inside me was clawing to get out. Paul responded instantly, his arms winding around me, pulling me even closer.

Our mouths moved in sync, passion igniting between us, my fingers tangling into his hair. His hands slid down my back, gripping my waist before lifting me effortlessly. I barely had time to gasp before he set me on top of my desk, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

His lips traced down my jaw, hot and possessive, before traveling lower, pressing against my collarbone. My head tilted back, breath hitching as his hands tangled in my hair, giving it a soft tug that sent heat straight through me.

I clung to him, my heart pounding in rhythm with his.

I wanted him. He wanted me.

My fingers traced over his heated skin as I slowly helped him out of his shirt, my breath hitching at the sight of him—his body firm, warm, familiar. His hands moved with purpose, unbuttoning my shirt with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers cascading over my skin.

“I need you,” he murmured against my lips, his voice husky, raw.

Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again, urgent and consuming. He bit my lower lip, teasing, challenging—fighting me for dominance. I tried to push back, but Paul was relentless, taking control, deepening the kiss until I melted into him completely.

My head spun, my breath coming faster as his hands explored me, his touch both gentle and possessive. Everywhere he touched, sparks ignited, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

I clung to him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his heartbeat matched mine in a rhythm only we understood.

Paul lifted me , his strength both thrilling and familiar, never once breaking the kiss. My back met the mattress, the weight of him above me grounding me, making everything else fade away.

His lips trailed down my jaw, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against my skin. I shivered as he moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, lingering at my chest before continuing his path.

By the time he reached my stomach, my body was trembling with anticipation. His lips left a trail of heat against my skin, each kiss sending a spark through me, winding something deep in my core until I felt like I might snap.

Then, he stilled.

His fingers hovered at the waistband of my sweatpants, his dark eyes flickering up to meet mine. There was something different in them now—something deeper than desire.

“Are you sure?” His voice was low, controlled, but I could hear the strain beneath it, see the tension in his body as he held himself back—for me.

I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling with shaky breaths. A whimper escaped before I could stop it, my body already answering before my words could.

“Yes,” I whispered, my fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer. “Paul, I need you.”

A growl rumbled in his chest, and in that moment, the last bit of restraint between us shattered.

Paul’s eyes darkened at my words, his control slipping like sand between his fingers. He exhaled a slow, shaky breath, his fingers gripping my hips as if grounding himself.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice rough, strained.

I swallowed, my pulse thrumming in my ears. “I need you.”

That was all it took.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as his lips crashed into mine, urgent, desperate, his hands roaming my body as if he couldn’t touch enough of me at once. He pushed me deeper into the mattress, his warmth completely surrounding me, consuming me.

My breath hitched as his lips trailed down my neck, slow and teasing, sending shivers down my spine. He sucked gently at the sensitive spot just below my ear, and I gasped, my fingers tangling in his thick hair, tugging slightly.

Paul groaned, his grip on me tightening. “You’re making it really hard to take my time with you, princess.”

“Then don’t,” I whispered, arching into him, desperate for more.

His rough hands slid beneath my shirt, tracing soft circles against my heated skin before pushing the fabric up. He pulled back just enough to lift it over my head, his gaze drinking me in like he was committing every inch of me to memory.

“Fuck” he muttered, his fingers skimming down my sides as he leaned in, his lips trailing lower, over my collarbone, between my breasts, down the curve of my stomach. Each kiss was slow, wet, leaving a burning trail of heat in its wake.

I writhed beneath him, my body reacting instinctively to his every touch, every whisper of his breath against my skin. When he reached the waistband of my sweatpants, he paused, looking up at me, his eyes searching mine.

“Are you sure?” His voice was husky, filled with an aching need, but there was something else there—something gentle, something protective. He needed reassurance.

I nodded, breathless. “Yes,” I managed, my voice trembling with anticipation.

Paul didn’t need any more encouragement. He hooked his fingers into the fabric and began sliding them down, his lips following, pressing lingering kisses along the newly exposed skin.

My breath caught, my heart hammering as his hands and lips explored, igniting something deep inside me.

I gasped his name, my body arching into his touch.

Paul looked up at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I love hearing you say my name like that.”

I pulled him back up to me, our bodies flush against each other, and kissed him hard, pouring everything I felt into it—every ounce of longing, every unspoken word.

I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips, my body reacting instinctively to his touch. This was new to me—this kind of closeness, this kind of need that curled low in my stomach like a slow-burning fire.

Paul’s lips trailed lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His hands, rough yet so achingly gentle, held me in place, his thumbs stroking slow, teasing circles against my hips.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger yet laced with something softer—something careful.

I swallowed hard, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me. “It’s just… I’ve never—”

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to my thigh. “I’ll take care of you.”

His words sent another shiver through me, my breath hitching as his lips continued their slow, torturous exploration. Every kiss, every touch, was intentional—like he was savoring me, memorizing every reaction.

I arched into him, desperate for more, my body burning, aching. “Paul—”

He groaned at the sound of his name, his fingers tightening slightly on my skin. “Say it again,” he murmured, his lips brushing the place where I needed him most, teasing, testing.

“Paul,” I gasped, my head tilting back, completely surrendering to him.

His soft chuckle was the last thing I heard before I lost myself completely—lost in him, in the way he worshiped me, in the way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in this moment.

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The room was still, the silence heavy around us as we lay there, tangled in the sheets. My chest was rising and falling with shaky breaths, the aftermath of what just happened still buzzing through me. I felt a little unsteady, like my body was still trying to catch up to everything.

Paul’s fingers gently traced over my arm, as if grounding me, his touch so soothing it made my heart flutter. He shifted slightly, pulling me closer, his body warmth wrapping around me like a protective shield. I felt his lips press softly against my forehead, lingering for a moment, his breath warm and steady.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice quiet but full of concern. His hand slid to my cheek, lifting my face so I could meet his eyes. There was no rush in him, no pressure—just a calm presence that seemed to ease some of the tension I didn’t even realize I was holding.

I nodded, but my voice still felt a little shaky when I spoke. “Yeah. Just... a lot.”

Paul’s expression softened, and he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear before cupping my face in his hands. “Take your time,” he said, his voice gentle, “I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you want me to.”

The reassurance in his words made something in me loosen. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. He wasn’t pushing me to figure everything out in that moment—he was just there, steady, unwavering.

“I don’t want you to go,” I murmured, my voice small, and I felt the warmth of his smile before I even saw it.

He brushed his thumb over my cheek, his eyes soft but filled with a quiet intensity. “Good. ‘Cause I’m staying right here. Whatever you need, whenever you need it.”

I could feel my body relaxing against him, my muscles unclenching from the tension that had built up. His presence, his words, were like an anchor in the storm of everything I couldn’t quite process.

“You’re not gonna... get freaked out, right?” I asked, half-joking, half-worried. I wasn’t sure why the question slipped out, but I needed to hear it, needed to know he wasn’t going to pull away now that things had crossed a line.

Paul’s eyes darkened slightly, his lips curling into that small, reassuring smirk I’d come to recognize. “No chance of that, princess,” he said, his voice deepening with sincerity. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, the weight of my worries starting to lift. He wasn’t just saying the right things—he meant them.

“I just... want you to be sure,” I said, the vulnerability in my voice making me cringe inwardly, but Paul didn’t flinch. Instead, he kissed the top of my head, a soft, lingering kiss that melted away the last of my hesitation.

“I’m sure,” he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. “And if you need more time, I’ll give it to you. No rush. Just... take things at your pace, okay?”

I nodded, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. His reassurance wasn’t just in his words—it was in his touch, the way he made me feel safe and wanted, not just in the moment, but beyond it.

“You’re not alone in this,” he added, his voice low but steady. “Not anymore.”

I closed my eyes, leaning into him, grateful for the way he was holding me—not just physically, but emotionally too. He was there for me in a way I never thought I could have, and it felt... right.

The party was definitely canceled.

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Thursday, September 2nd 2021 

Airielle’s peaceful slumber was interrupted by her phone ringing. Groaning, she snatched her phone off the floor next to her and squinted at the screen to see who was calling her. “Oh my god.” She muttered before accepting the call. 

“Hello?” 

“Why in the fuck didn’t you tell me Christopher popped the fuck back up. I knew I should’ve killed that motherfucker when I had the chance.” Her older brother Isaiah seethed over the phone and Airielle sighed closing her eyes as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Airielle!” He shouted into the phone when she didn’t respond. 

“Because I had it under control.” Airielle looked behind her as Josh started to shift in his sleep, sighing she threw the covers off of her and walked into the living room to finish her conversation. 

“Uh-huh, sure you do. He broke into your spot -” 

“And I moved, problem solved.” She shrugged, eyes glancing around the living room just taking in how much he had actually gotten rid of. “Shouldn’t you be working?” 

Isaiah snorted. “I took the day off.” 

“Hmm,” Airielle hummed. “And that’s why you’ll never be Dad’s favorite” 

“Eat my - “ Airielle hung up before her brother could finish his statement. Rolling her eyes she threw her phone on the island. She looked up when she heard Josh shuffling into the living room. 

“Everything Aight?” Josh mumbled as he walked closer to Airielle and kissed her cheek. 

“Yeah, my brother being a pain in my ass.” She replied, rolling her eyes when he chuckled. “What you got going on today?” 

“Nothing. I gotta do some laundry and gotta pack. Got Smackdown and the House show this weekend.” 

“You wanna go get some breakfast first?” She asked, tapping the screen on her phone to see what time it was. “I’m kinda craving waffles.” 

“You already know the answer to that.” Airielle rolled her eyes with a smile as she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his chest. 

“Can you believe it’s about to be a year since we met?”  It's crazy to think about all the ups and downs they went through in a year! If she could go back and change anything it would definitely be breaking up with him after he asked her to move in with him. That would have saved them months of heartbreak. 

“You wanna hear somethin’ wild?” He waited until she lifted her head from his chest to continue. “That wasn’t the first time we actually met.” 

Airielle furrowed her eyebrows together and tilted her head a little. 

“Huh?” 

“We actually met back in 2019. Me and twin had a meeting with Hunter, down at the PC and I saw you there. I mean I was looking, respectfully, but I was still looking.” He laughed when Airielle rolled her eyes again.  “Hunter told us he was taking us off TV after Jon’s latest arrest but he still had - 

“Y’all cut a promo for us.” She whispered as the memory of their first meeting came rushing back. “I remember y’all looking so pissed but still came and cut like one the best promos I ever heard.” 

“Mmhmm.” Josh hummed while nodding his head. “I remember trying to come talk to you, but you weren’t even trying to give ya boy the time of day. I mean I understand why now but shit, back then I thought you were like this stuck up bi-” He stopped himself when she narrowed her eyes at him. He cleared his throat. “You know what I mean.” 

“I mean I was a bitch to you when I came to the main roster.”  Josh nodded his head in agreement and Airielle sucked her teeth, pulling away from him. 

“What? you said it, not me.”  Just as she went to smartass him, his stomach released the loudest grumble she had ever heard. They both stared at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter. “You the one who brought up waffles, I mean you already know how I get down.” Airielle sucked her teeth and pushed him away from her before walking back towards his room so she could grab her clothes to shower. 

“I feel like they just need to go ahead and sponsor your greedy ass Uce.” She chuckled, her back to him as she shuffled through her bag looking for something to wear to breakfast. She stood up straight and gasped as she turned and bumped into Josh. 

“Whatchu’ just call me?”  Airielle bit her lip to stop herself from smiling at the look he was giving her. “Airielle, stop playing with me.” 

“You wanna go get waffles or not?”  Josh tilted his head as he stared at her. He was really contemplating on not going to the Waffle House with her because who the fuck did she think he was. Uce, had she lost her damn mind? He wasn’t her damn Uce. He went to tell her that they weren't going to breakfast but his stomach growled again making her smile. “That’s what I thought.” 

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“You gon glare at me throughout breakfast or what?”  Airielle asked him as the waitress walked away to put in their orders. “Why can’t I call you Uce?” She pouted. 

“Cause I don’t fuck my family Airielle.” 

“Boy –” 

“Oh my god. Look at you! You’ve gotten so big.” A new voice interrupted their conversation. Both Airielle and Josh both turned towards the new voice. Josh narrowed his eyes as he looked at the woman. She was older than both of them, with dark brown skin; for some reason, her facial features reminded him of Airielle. Josh turned to look at Airielle to ask if she knew who the hell this lady was but he stopped short once he saw the look on Airie’s face. He had only seen that look one time before. 

A couple weeks before she broke up with him she had this same look when he had tried to initiate sex but she wasn’t in the mood for it. That’s the same day he found out Christopher used to force her to have sex with him. He remembers her telling him that her old therapist called it dissociating. Josh immediately stood up and stepped in front of this lady, blocking Airielle, who was still sitting in the booth, from her view. 

“You good?” Josh asked the woman, straightening his shoulders so he was standing at full height. 

“Are you her bodyguard or something?” Another voice piped up from behind the older women and Josh definitely knew that they had to be related to Airielle in some sort of fashion because this girl and Airielle could pass off as twins. 

“Yup. Now answer my question, Y’all good?”  

“You must be Joshua.” The older woman said. Holding her hand out to him. “I’m Abigail and this is my daughter Janelle.” 

“Cool, y’all can leave now.” He said eyeing her hand with disgust. Whoever this woman was made Airielle uncomfortable and he wanted her away from them ASAP. Abigail’s hand hung in the air awkwardly for a moment before she withdrew it and cleared her throat, forcing a smile on her face. 

“Airielle please tell this man that I am your mother and I just want to talk to you.” Josh’s eyebrows shot up at the news. “Please solèy –” 

“Don’t call me that,” Airielle spoke up. “You have no right to call me that.” Airielle stood up from the booth and grabbed Josh’s hand. “I want to leave.” Josh nodded his head immediately. Breakfast forgotten, he ushered Airielle back to his car. 

“You okay?” Josh asked as he pulled out of The Waffle House parking lot. 

“No,” Airielle said. “Pull over.” As soon as the car came to a stop, Airielle threw open the passenger door and threw up nothing but stomach acid. “Fuck!” she cried out. 

Josh handed her a bottle of water and she thanked him, swishing it around in her mouth before spitting it out.  “That was–” 

“If you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t gotta talk about it.” 

“I know.” Airielle smiled and grabbed his hand, stroking the back of it with her thumb. “But I wanna be more open and honest with you.” Josh bit his lip and nodded. “That was my birth mom and her daughter I guess.” 

“Y’all not close. I take it.” 

“Nah,” Airielle shook her head. “She left when – well right after she gave birth to me. She never wanted me, never wanted a daughter, but I see a lot has changed in the past thirty years. I remember growing up, she would always send my brother’s gifts and cards on their birthdays but never mine. I didn’t really care because I didn’t remember her anyway. But um- one day I was just curious as to why she seemed to ignore my existence so I got her address off of one of the packages she sent my brothers and wrote her a letter.” 

Airielle quickly wiped away her tears. She hated crying over this woman. Josh squeezed Airielle’s hand gently. “She wrote me back. Which kinda shocked me but I was happy that she did. I was thinking she was just gonna tell me that she was just feelin' guilty about leaving me but, she said the complete opposite. She wrote me 4 pages, front and back, telling about how many times she unsuccessfully tried to abort me. How she tried to give me up for adoption without my father knowing. How she had a plan to tell my dad that I had died during childbirth.” 

Josh’s jaw was damn near on the floor as he listened to Airielle. No wonder she’s so emotionally challenged  He thought. 

“She blamed me for the fact that she couldn’t see her boys grow up, she blamed me because my dad chose to raise me instead of be with her. The final thing she wrote to me was, I wish you would have died. Do not contact me again. So I didn’t, I ripped the letter up and burned it. Never told my dad or my brothers about it and obviously neither did she.” 

“What the fuck.” Josh whispered, his hand tightened into a fist on his thigh. Abigail or whatever her name is better than her lucky stars that Josh didn’t put his hands on women. 

“Yeah I mean, I just wanted my mom, but she didn’t want me..” Airielle shrugged as she tried to stop the tears but it was too much. She had pushed Abigail and her hurtful words into the back of her mind in the folder with Chris and her unborn baby. Seeing her today just opened up a wound that Airielle thought had semi-healed. 

Josh pushed his seat back and pulled her over the center console so she could sit in his lap. He held her tightly as she cried into his shoulder. Josh gently stroked her back, his voice low and soothing. “It’s alright. I’m right here, okay? We gon’ get through this.”

As her crying eased, Josh kept her close, feeling her heart slow against his. He didn’t let go, knowing she needed this more than anything. He wasn’t just comforting her; he was vowing to stand up for her in every way he could.

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the scheming schumachers ! arthur l. x ofc (schumacher!ofc)

summary: mick schumacher finally got to have a time with his girlfriend after he lost sight of arthur leclerc, their self designated third wheel. his solution? distract the monegasque with his cousin.

OR sandra ‘sunny’ schumacher was a culprit who somehow managed to catch the eyes of arthur during the austin gp week and needless to say, the monegasque is way beyond ‘down bad’. everyone, including his brothers charles and lorenzo, are clowning him for it. the operation scheming schumachers was on the go and arthur was letting her go for it instead of fighting back.

content warning: use of explicit language, mick schumacher x ofc (barbie blanco) x platonic!arthur, sex joke(s), arthur canonically barked at mick lmao, ralf schumacher’s daughter!ofc, "everyone boo him" vibes, down bad!arthur and charles being a shithead as always, crackfic???

note: let me have this one too 😭 i did this within two hours (slept for an hour) so this is rushed but i might as well do this now instead of never huh

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sunnyschumacher it’s a rather fitting caption instead of getting dicked down in dallas 😭 i’m in austin

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sunnyschumacher why did i actually say it in that voice 🤣🫠

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heyyy!! i broke my wrist last week so could you do some ponyboy x reader hc of you breaking your arm/wrist😭 currently i think the cast is kinda cool ngl but all my friends were so worried and concerned, and my ‘mom’ friend is worried when i try to do stuff with my cast/wrist (ex. hold a door open with it, balance my binders on if, etc) and i imagine that Ponyboy might be the same way tbh. maybe smth about his protectiveness, worry/concern, cutesy stuff like that, especially if the reader broke their dominant hand. also maybe make the reader like super nonchalant abt it and find the concern funny lol, yet still frustrated when they can’t do anything by themselves bc it was their dominant arm💀

sorry for the essay/broken wrist rant lol, tysm lovely😭💗🤞

Ponyboy Curtis x injured!reader HCs 🏥

Warnings: Contains of a reader with a broken wrist, and reader experiencing mild pain. Gender Neutral! (I apologize that this is a bit short, the only thing i’ve ever fractured was my nose in seventh grade lmao 😭)

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry about the injury, I hope you recover fast and heal properly 🙁🫶🏼. Sending much love!!! Thank you so much for your request! I agree 100% Pony would be constantly paranoid you’d hurt yourself even more and those protective instincts would flare up. AND YES BC HE WOULD BE THE BEST NURSE OMG- ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!!!!

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If the injury happened while he was present, just know this boy was worrying himself GRAY. He would have a hard time deciding whether to call Darry, Soda, or having himself try and get you to the hospital. (Especially if he’s super tight with you, he would be scared and feel almost guilty.)

Once you’re all set and have your cast, Pony would be all helpful and abnormally sweet. No, seriously. He would try and rush to do everything before you could even try. The most simple things you could do even without your dominant hand would be his top priority. Things like picking up your own glass of water, opening doors, etc. I think it’s so cute for him to get sort of offended and feel rejected when you try and assure him you can do it yourself. “But I’m just trying to help… *slight frown*” AGDHFHJSJFV

HE WOULD TRY AND NOTIFY EVERYONE YOU’RE HURT ☹️☹️☹️

⬆️ I’m imagining a group setting where everyone is lounging in the Curtis household living room. You’re just chilling, chatting with the boys until one of them gets a bit too close to your injured wrist he tenses and abruptly goes “Be careful around their wrist-!” or, “Watch the cast-!” before sitting back down awkwardly. Keep in mind, the boy is just paranoid as hell - you’re not in any pain at the moment, and the boys were fully aware you’re injured. (He’s such a cutie good the fuck bye.)

Doodling on your cast and signing it like a celebrity as soon as it was made is such a Ponyboy thing to do. He’d try and write it where you could always see it and not have to bend or move your arm around so much.

He would DEFINITELY carry your books, backpack, lunchbox, etc. at school and haul around twice of what he normally carries just for your sake. Again, he would have to insist and try to sway you into letting him.

He’s always nagging at you to keep your arm propped up because he’s convinced it does SOMETHING and maybe takes the pressure off of your injury.

(This is more of a cute scenario lol) Anytime you dramatize pain, Ponyboy winces and makes that little ‘sss’ sound while you’re trying to hard to hold back your laughter.

He put off all roughhousing until you get that cast off and stayed committed to it.

You catch him giving you side glances here and there, but he’s only trying to make sure you’re not in a weird position or putting pressure on your arm.

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE A PART 2 ON THE TEACHER TOM SMUT 😩

A/n: of course!! I’m sorry this took me ages guys I haven’t had any motivation these past couple of days to write this :( it’s a little bit rushed and probably very choppy I’m sorry but I hope you guys enjoy mwah <3 he looks so good in that picture I would be making out with him right then and there tbh.

𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓃ℴ𝓌？𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 2 💋

warnings: dom!tom sub!freader degrading unprotected sex p in v Tom using handcuffs

MDNI!!

smut and fluff at the end!!

Read at your own risk.

A while later you and Tom grew very close always meeting up outside of school, he even started helping you out with some school work at his place. He started buying you cute gifts obviously your interactions stayed low during school, but if you ever showed up late he would absolutely teach you some manners. (screaming) but something was weird the more you and Tom got close you were falling for him it was wrong you couldn’t fall for your teacher could you?

During school you once again arrived late to class you were tired, “Look who finally decided to show up” you knew that voice anywhere, Tom was staring right at you grazing his tongue over his piercing that made you go crazy but you just walked over to your desk not even giving a smart ass remark back to him.

For the rest of the class you didn’t even pay attention not even looking at Tom his gaze was directly on you though. He knew something was up but didn’t know what exactly. Class was finally over you got your things, you were about to go till Tom grabbed your wrist he was about to speak but you pushed him away and left the room.

-time skip

It was the end of the day, you were leaving school you didn’t know what to think, till a car stopped beside you and to your surprise it was Tom he got out the car and opened the passenger side for you “Get in” his voice was firm and he didn’t look to happy. “No” you tried walking away but he pulled you towards him “Just get the fuck in” you didn’t wanna piss him off even more than you already have so you got in unwillingly.

The car ride was quiet the silence wasn’t nice either you could cut the tension with a knife, his jaw was clenched his eyes directly on the road. After what seemed forever you were arrived at his house. Tom got you out of the car dragging you inside “Fuck Tom can you let go of me” you tried letting he ignored you, pulling you with so much force you were about to fall over.

He dragged you all the way up to his room slamming the door shut behind you pushing you on the bed you were so confused on what was going on. Tom towered over you straddling your hips and pinning both of your arms above your head.

He leaned down his face inches away from yours “So you wanna explain why the fuck you’ve been avoiding me and being such a brat liebe” his voice was rough there wasn’t much light only the window but you could make out every single inch of him. You didn’t know what to say but you decided to keep quiet Tom snickered before pressing his lips to yours.

His lips matched perfectly with yours the way his metal piercing felt against your lips was amazing, you moaned into the kiss letting his tongue enter your mouth (didn’t know how to word it 😭) his hand made it’s way to your neck squeezing gently, you could feel his hard on pressing down onto your lower stomach making you gasp Tom eventually pulled away his salvia coating your red lips.

You tried moving and getting out of his grip but it was difficult “Fucking stay still” Tom grabbed something out of his desk draw he grabbed your wrists handcuffing them together. (oh my god.) He trailed wet kisses along your neck nipping and sucking at different spots across your neck, soft moans escaped your mouth. He moved his hands lower down towards your aching core and pressing his index finger against your clothed clit.

You moaned in response a smirk appeared on Tom’s face, Slowly he peeled off yours and his clothes I swear you got just go weak at the sight of him everything about this guy was perfect no wonder why you fell him. Your eyes moved downwards to his cock his tip leaking with pre-cum your breath caught in your throat he was big to take in. “Tom I-“ you were interrupted “Hush I’ll make it fit liebe” his voice was gentle but teasing.

Tom positioned himself between your legs, “Such a pretty fuckin’ sight Schatz” his gaze was directly on your wet cunt he could go pussy drunk (no cause he so would.) He carefully moved his tip against your entrance before you could even get time to adjust to his length he rammed his cock deep inside you filling you up completely, “Tom fuck!” you moaned out arching your back.

He pulled out half away before thrusting back into you with such force, Tom groaned “Fuck you feel s’good around me Schatz takin’ me so well like the pretty slut you are hm?” His voice was dripping with lust, you couldn’t give a proper answer only moans and whines escaping your mouth. Your legs wrapped around his body, His hand moved to your neck squeezing gently.

His pace quickened moving in different types of angles hitting your g spot directly again and again. Your moans grew louder and louder it was like music to Tom’s ears, the room smelt like sex sweat, your head was crashing against the headboard everytime he thrusted into you, your walls clenched around him you knew you were close, “T-Tom I’m gonna cum soon” you whine out.

“You think you deserve to cum hm after you’ve been such a brat?” he asked me “yes fuck please Tom” you moan out the knot in your stomach grew tighter with each thrust, he looked down at you his gaze almost memorising he leaned down and whispered “Then Cum for me Liebe” he pulled out completely before ramming into you hitting your g spot once again that’s all you needed, You threw your head back your legs shaking and cummed all over his cock “Jesus Fuck liebe!” He moans out his pace slows down a bit riding out his high.

You let out a shaky breath trying to gain back your senses, Tom grabs a towel cleaning you both up and he removes the handcuffs off your wrists. Placing a kiss on your forehead laying down next to you his arm draped around your waist “alright now can you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me Schatz” he asks slightly concerned. You turn to look at him your eyes a little bit glossy “I think I might have feelings for you and I know it might be wrong but-“ Tom pressed a kiss to your lips.

After a few seconds he pulled back he tilted your chin up rubbing your cheek “I couldn’t care if I was your teacher or not Miene Liebe I feel the exact same way about you.” You hugged him tightly feeling a sense of comfort that you didn’t have to worry anymore about how he felt you felt so safe in Tom’s embrace you layed in his arms falling asleep peacefully.

A/n:I HAD NO IDEA I COULD WRITE SO MUCH. I hope you guys enjoyed send me more requests guys mwahhhh bye cuties. <33

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First time sending a request😭 could I get a post time skip strawhat crews reaction to a reader who’s late to reunite with them, and turns out they were in Impel down but escaped?

Like they’re wondering where they are and Nami busts in showing an article in the newspaper about reader escaping?

Srry if this is confusing💀

Ay yo! My first request, Tumblr deleted my first draft of this so it’s a little rushed now sorry. I wrote this as more platonic but tbh it could be viewed as romantic with some characters if you really want to. I also wrote this with a gender neutral reader in mind and they/them pronouns. I made the reader kind of an explosion person just to justify some parts of the story.

This is very different from what I normally write so it was a great exercise! I hope you enjoy! ✨✨✨

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You were late.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary, just like Zoro was guaranteed to get lost and Luffy to eat all the food in sight, you were the perpetually late straw hat. It was basically your title at this point.

This was different though, the crew was gathering after being separated for 2 years and with the marines and enemy pirates closing in, it wasn’t the day for you to be behind schedule. Still the crew awaited you until the last moment, as they set off the allies they’d made while training came through to clear a path.

And you still weren’t here.

“Where are they?” Nami glared at the horizen, willing you to appear, the anger in her tone barely hid her worry.

“I’m not surprised, they’re always showing up last minute.” Ussop groused, folding his arms haughtily. “This time it’s gonna bite them in the ass and they’ll be left behind!”

“Don’t say that!” Chopper cried, trying to pull on Ussop’s arms to uncross them. As if that’d make you magically appear. “They’ll be here! They’re always here when it counts!” His tears fluster the sniper who turned away from him to hide it.

Nami and Chopper started arguing, slowly dividing the crew into two teams. Team ‘They’ll be here, have Faith’ and Team ‘They’ll get left out, get over it’. Sanji sided with Ussop and Nami because of course he’d side with her. While Brook and Franky sided with the optimistic Chopper, certain you’d arrive.

It was loud and a little annoying, but it kept the crew occupied for a while. At least enough to stop them from over hearing their Captain and First Mate.

“Captain.” Zoro said lowly, watching the others argue about your absence. “We have to keep going. We can’t wait much longer.” Luffy had a serious face for once, odd for Zoro to see.

“I’m not waiting, they’ll get here. I have no doubts they’ll be back.” He said with finality, his voice had gotten much deeper over the 2 year break. Zoro frowned, his faith in you not as solid as his Captain’s.

Robin approached her leaders, holding some papers out for Zoro to read.

“I only just had a moment to read these,” She said. “Shaky and Rayleigh gave them to me as we departed. I’m afraid our friend may be out of luck.”

Zoro gasped as he read, Luffy snatched the papers away to scan them quickly. The startled cry he let out was stifled by one of Robin’s many hands, appearing at the right time. The top page was your mugshot, grinning wildly at the camera while holding your inmate card. Other pages contain your latest bounty, some newspaper clippings of your crimes and capture, as well as some convoluted court documents. Zoro snatched the papers back, trying to make sense of everything.

“They’re in Impel Down? When?” He hissed.

“I’m not sure, it looks like they’ve been there nearly the entire 2 years we’ve been gone.”

“I was there though!” Luffy stretches his mouth from behind Robin’s hand. “I could’ve helped them!”

“It’s a large prison, Luffy. Plus who knows they may have been arrested after your jail break.” Robin tried to comfort him. “I’m sorry, but we can’t turn back now. The way back is blocked by the marines, we should go forward and figure out a plan when we arrive in the New World.” Luffy shook his head with a glare.

“No way, we can’t leave them for a second longer!” His shouting catches the crew’s attention, Robin and Zoro sigh before the green haired man tosses them the papers. “I’ve escaped the Impel Down once and I’ll do it again.”

As the crew root through the papers, crying out in worry at the contents. Luffy turns back towards Saboady, tips his hat back slightly to evaluate the scene behind him. The shouting of his crew and Zoro’s begs for practicality become background noise as he focuses on the carnage they’ll be returning to.

A glimmer on the horizen catches his eye, it’s an explosion. But unlike the others raging on, it seems to glow. He watches it for a moment, distracted by the unusual colors, it reminds him of what you usually wear, the same hue and intensity. He points to the spot, just as it fades another one just like it replaces it, only closer.

“Hey look.” He laughs, Zoro growls and whaps him on the head.

“Hey were you even listening?”

“Nah.” Luffy is at least honest, but his pointing has caught Robin’s attention as well.

“That’s strange, who could be causing that?” She asks and the rest of the crew gather as the dazzling explosions grow closer and closer. Like condensed fireworks.

“I bet it’s them!” Chopper cries out, gripping Robin’s skirt to dry his tears.

“No way, they’re in the worst prison ever! Even Luffy needed help escaping it and he has devil fruit powers!” Ussop argued, but his grip on the railing tightened.

“Whatever it is, it’s coming straight for us!” Sanji warns, shoving himself in front of Nami and Robin.

“He’s right!” Robin shouts as the explosions get closer, becoming larger and more deafening. “Everyone brace for a hit!”

As the crew tense for a strike, Zoro drawing 2 of his swords, Sanji preparing to jump, Chopper growing in size. The spectacular colors sail over them in a chaotic arc.

“Did…did it miss?” Zoro asked, stunned at the blooming display of colors and glitter fallout.

Just as he spoke, the crackling ball of hues lands on the lion head of the Sunny. Several crew members leap forward to strike the intruder, but as the illuminations die away, you stand up.

“You’re here!” Chopper cries again, rushing forward to hug you tightly. Franky and Nami rush to join him.

“Aw don’t tell me y’all were worried!” You grin.

You get passed around from crewmate to crewmate as everyone gets their greeting in. Nami holds your face to her chest as she exclaims her relief. Franky tries to show off his new hair before you’re yanked away. Sanji holds you to his chest as he tells you not to creep on his Nami-Swan. Brook cries out tears -somehow?- and begins strumming his guitar for you. Robin gently cradles your red face as she expresses her gratitude for your arrival. Ussop shakes you vigorously for scaring him both by your lateness and your latest -loudest- entrance. Chopper holds tightly to your back the entire time.

Finally you get deposited in front of Zoro and Luffy, who both grin down at you. Chopper is pulled off your back by Robin, finally. You leap up and hold onto both men’s necks as you cheer.

“Did you miss me?”

Luffy hugs you back even tighter and Zoro doesn’t struggle out of your affection for once.

“What the hell happened for you to end up at Impel Down?” Zoro asked as you let go of him to hold a sniffling Chopper once more.

“The warlord guy sent me to a small jail somewhere off the coast of Thriller Bark. I escaped and attempted to return to Saboady, but along the way I got captured by some human traffickers.” You began, rocking Chopper gently now as the crew gathered around you to listen. “On the boat in my cell I managed to make some bombs and break free.”

“Of course you did, you could make bombs outta toothpaste and sunflower seeds.” Ussop interrupted, a little jealous at your longstanding demolition prowess.

“Anyways, me and the other prisons staged a mutiny of the ship, but the captain intentionally crashed it so that we’d be trapped. The idiot didn’t realize it was on the shores of the worlds securest prison. So I got arrested with them since they recognized me and knew I had a bounty.” You laughed despite how horrified your crew seemed.

“When were you there?” Luffy asked, eyes intense as he watched you.

“Sorry Cap’.” You grin. “I was there a few weeks after you’d already escaped. Wish we could’ve busted out together, it would’ve been cool as hell.” He relaxed a bit, feeling less guilty about your imprisonment.

“Why didn’t you escape then?” Nami asked.

“It’s not so simple, honestly it takes a lot of luck and teamwork to manage that. After Luffy broke out, security increased a lot, at least from what I was told. I tried to stage an escape, but I’m not as charming as our captain so I didn’t get a lot of traction.” You continued.

“Heh sorry bout that.” Luffy grinned sheepishly.

“Not your fault, I guess I’m not a people person.”

“I could’ve told you that.” Ussop threw a loose screw at you, until Nami smacked his head with a scowl.

“Leave them alone!”

“So how did you manage to escape?” Robin asked. “And how were you able to fly in those explosions?”

“After my failed escape attempts, I got sent lower and lower in the jail until I was in level 5. Then I met up with Bentham!” You shouted.

“What?”

“Really?”

“That guy was in Impel Down?”

You basked in their reactions for moment until you glanced at your captain.

“He’s alive?” Luffy asked.

“Yup, told me to tell you hi.” You smirked, Luffy looked so relieved. “I’d gotten your message by then and was desperate to get stronger. He took me in as my mentor and trained with me. As for my escape, it’s a long story, but let’s just say I managed to make friends with the Jailer Beasts.”

“Woah! Really?!” Luffy was shocked, he’d never thought to try.

“Yup they and Bentham helped me escape. He stayed behind since he’s the new Queen after Ivan left, but he certainly helped me learn how to make a grand entrance.” You posed goofily, while your crew laughed.

“And the flying in sparkles?” Sanji asked.

“Technically not flying,” You said as you unbuckled your belt and thigh harness. There were several pouches there that were filled with sparkling little orbs, the same color as your explosions. “These are something I made by accident, I call them Star Tracers! If you crack the outer coating it creates a large explosion, but in the center it becomes very dense almost like a small stepping stone before it disintegrates completely. So I crack one, then throw it and jump into the cloud of sparkles and land on the step before repeating the process.”

“Wooooooah,” Ussop’s eyes sparkled at your invention. “How’d you manage that?”

“Not sure honestly, I think it’s a chemical reaction to the materials I use, but they’re all pretty common so it was easy to make a bunch. The steps are only tangible for a few moments, so I had to improve my speed, that’s why it looks like I’m flying.” You shrug and let Ussop look over the marbles as the crew starts excitedly speaking.

As the day starts to end and you’re sitting on the head of the Sunny, watching the water around you. Luffy slowly walks up to join you, sitting practically on top of you. The two of you sit for a while in silence, comforting silence after such a crazy day.

“Thanks for waiting for me.” You say sincerely, smiling as he starts to protest, then quiets himself.

“How’d you know I did?” Luffy asked, he’d tried to be subtle, but his worry for you had made him slow their escape.

“Come on, like you’d leave me behind.” You give him a side hug, letting him rest his head on your shoulder. “Plus I remember when you literally launched us out to sea once, you were waaaaaay to slow making your escape today. It was obvious.”

You both laugh as the water grows dark around you, ready for the next day.

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OH EM GEE HIIIIII !! FOR THE SUB THINGY COULD I REQUEST XIAO, SCARA, GOROU AND KAZUHA IF YOU CAN???? ABSOLUTELY NO RUSH AT ALL, TAKE YOUR TIME RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

omg HIIII!!!

HELL YES I WAS PRAYING SOMEBODY WOULD REQUEST THIS

this is gonna be so fun to write!! i had a lot of fun with dom genshin men acting like subs, it’s time to do sub men acting like doms😻TEHEHEHSHS THIS EXCITES ME

…. i have never written for some of these characters (gorou, scara, ALBEDO!!!, etc etc) but i’m so excited omg

i’m so sorry i’ve been so absent HELPPPP my energy has been so low and shit but i’m really trying to write more i promise I HAVE SO MANY FUN REQUESTS I WANNA WRITE AHHH

there were so many men i wanted to write for this so i’m sorry it took a while </3 but yes here you all go!!

Dom!genshin men x sub!reader (ft. scaramouche, xiao, kazuha, gorou, albedo, tighnari, childe)

warning(s): nsfw, slight? knife play, blood, marks and bruises, choking, spanking… yeah all the good shit, put ur big boy panties on😩

scaramouche

im sorry but he wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about your pleasure when he’s being dom-

would force you to choke on his dick with no mercy ong, just making you take it all deep and hard and mhmmm

IM SORRY LMAO IM JUST IMAGINING HIS SMALL ASS BEING DOM AND TRYING TO BOSS YOU AROUND AND ITS MAKING ME GIGGLE-

IMAGINE CALLING HIS FUCKING 4 FOOT 3 ASS “DADDY” OR “MASTER”- IM SORRY I 😭😭

sorry these are supposed to be good hcs mb

anywho he’d be a very mean & stubborn dom, and low key kinda abusive-

WOULD slap you if you’re a brat/didn’t do something right that he asked of you. like NOT SPANKING but like SLAPPING

would absolutely get off to seeing you bleed/using a knife on you💀

^^AND CRYING TOO??? yeah he’d probably hit you so hard or fuck you too much until you’re a crying mess cuz he’s into that and we all fuckin know it

“Say it again, (Y/N). You wanna be stuffed with cock so fucking bad, huh? Admit it.”

would call you dirty slut, whore, yada yada all that shit

IM SORRY YALL LMAO I DONT VIBE W SCARA IN THAT WAY BUT HOPEFULLY ITS SOMEWHAT ACCURATE 💔💔💔

Xiao

xiao please fuck me

anyways

so mean but such a soft dom at the same time, you get me?

when hes thrusting n shit, he’d totally go slower and harder rather than quicker and not-as-hard

…. cuz let’s be honest… if he went FAST… literally would be digging your fucking grave cuz his inner demons would definitely conquer the fuck out of your tushy

IM SORRY IMAGINE HIM GOING EXTREMELY FAST AND JUST GOING “EVIL CONQUERING” DURING IT-

i’m sorry please laugh at my jokes

honestly there isn’t really any kinks that i can think of that’d he’d be into?

in general, i think sex with him would be EXTREMELY intimate & sweet. like throughout it he’d pleasure you but he’d be so careful about it and so sweet💔💔 he’d have moments where he’d get carried away but it never goes too far

his teeth latching onto your neck while he’s fucking you HELLO!!!!!! CONQUER ME PLS

“You’ve been so, so good for me. Do you think you can take it all, (Y/N)?”

dude his dick would be to die for- cuz it’s not super big, in fact it’s pretty average size, BUT ITS SUCH GOOD DICK LIKE HE GIVES SUCH GOOD DICK AND WE ALL KNOW IT. LIKE HE KNOWS HOW TO MOVE IT IN ALL THE GOOFY FEEL GOOD AREAS N SWEET SPOTS N EVERYTHING

^^imagining his body all sweaty while he’s towering over you, fucking you, watching your expression and panting, brushing this thumb over your face and praising you but in a way that he’s asserting that he’s in control?

PLEASEEE

dude i’m sorry i’m sorry but i need to write just regular hcs & scenarios w xiao SO I CAN WRITE ABOUT RIDING HIS DICK CUZ GODDD

anyways i’m getting too carried away with xiao, next friend to write about-

Kazuha Kaedehara

soft dom. one hundred fucking percent. no way in HELL anybody can convince me he’d be a mean dom.

ngh ngh ngh THATS THE SOUNDS HE’D MAKE, THATS THE BEST WAY TO DESCRIBE HIS WHIMPER/MOAN WHEN HES GIVING DICK

tbh he’s just so gentle but so teasing to you too- he’d absolutely embarrass you and get you all flustered and have no regrets about it

“Mm… feels good here, (Y/N)? Look me on the eyes and tell me, my flower.”

would hit ALL the sweet spots and we all know it

pls pls he’d intertwine yours and his fingers and squeeze your hands super tight while he’s doing it with you, god god while also asking if you’re comfortable? omfgggg

…… do i think kazuha kaedehara likes seeing you tied up? ………. kinda

IDK CAN YALL SEE IT??? CUZ IDK I FEEL LIKE HE’D JUST ENJOY IT, OR AT LEAST HOLDING YOUR HANDS ABOVE UR HEAD?? PLS with that little innocent look of his /////////…

he’d do this awfully attractive chuckle during it I CAN JUST FUCKING PICTURE IT

oh holy shit he’d absolutely lift your legs onto his shoulders so he can kiss your thighs and just hold your legs cuz cuz coz UHHSHSHSHSH

legs legs what’s on the menu? legs legs what’s on the menu? legs legs what’s on the menu? *clap clap clap clap* LEGS!!!!

(please tell me i don’t sound like a dumbass and that somebody gets that song reference)

honestly kazu is totally a pro with his fingers… i don’t make the rules, i just write them

that made no fucking sense anyways

Gorou

IVE ACTUALKY NEVER WRITTEN FOR GOROU IVE BEEN WANTING TO FOR SO LONG HES SO MS HINA BBG

i’m sorry i’m cackling at the idea of gorou being dom but

ok but if he’s the dom one, it’s probably if he’s… in heat

^^YOU KNEW IT HAD TO BE SAID CMON CUS WHEN ELSE IS THIS MF PUPPY ENERGY MAN GONNA BE DOM? exactly.

so with that being said, we all know what “puppy energy” is like… puppies are very fast therefore Gorou go vroom vroom in that hole-

am i making too many dog jokes?? this is going to make me sound disgusting im going insane

so anyways … yeah so he’d go super fast and he wouldn’t really talk too much dirty he would just be VERYYY vocal and would pant and whine and grunt and all that shit

imagine him whispering “yes yes yes…” as he’s yknow GOD SAVE ME FROM MY HORRENDOUS SINS

he would hold your face as he’s going absolutely feral stop and then give you sloppy little kisses all around cuz he loves you 💔💔

i don’t think he’d bite & leave hickeys to “mark his territory” or whatever… that’d be a different character in heat 🌝 (that character comes later in these headcanons hehe get it because this text is green get it and anyways nvm)

so anywho he’d definitely leave smooches all over you and would just make you feel so loved and would give you ALLL the fucking attention

instead of being the type of dude to say that shit like “good girl/boy” “good job” “you’re doing well”… i can’t really see that idk maybe that’s just me??

^^ i think he’d probably say more things like “you’re so beautiful when you do that” “i’m so grateful to have somebody like you” yknow???

“(Y/N), don’t stop that, please… you should just look at how amazing you look right now.”

he’s so cute though definitely a soft dom that would make you feel all good n happy n loved and hhhhhhhhhhhh

Albedo

FINALLY I CAN WRITE FOR ALFREDO SAUCE HOLY FUCKING SHIT

please IVE WANTED TO WRITE FOR HIM SO LONG PLEASE YALL DONT EVEN KNOW HES LITERALLY MY FAV GENSHIN CHARACTER YALL PLS

anyways

jesus omfg he’s such a hot dom GUYS GUYS IVE BEEN WAITING TO RANT TO SOMEBODY (besides my magnificent partner they are so amazing for listening to my bullshit) ABOUT HOW DOM ALBEDO WOULD BE IN BED

for starters he’d tie you up. not just wrists but fucking ankles too

also while he’s fucking you he’d give you this look of like?? as if he’s studying you?? yk like examining you for a test or some shit yess me next master ngh🌝

would also have this look of just DISINTEREST while he’s going ham with you, like almost like he’s bored??😭😭 just so unphased

^^ just imagine him staring at you blankly PLEASE THAT IS SO INCREDIBLY FUNNY TO ME CUZ ITS SO TRUE IDK (and it’s hot)

absolutely he’d tame your attitude so fucking fast. such a big tease omg help

honestly he’s totally a giver- like he’s kinda not human so bro prolly dgaf about some of that shit anyways but imagining this scrumptious man slightly creasing his brows before releasing? eye and ear candy

(guys i promise i don’t just like him cuz of his massive fucking cock i actually just like him cuz his lore i swear-)

“Oh… did that feel nice, (Y/N), hm? Right there, was it?”

let me be your test subject pls

would rub your head?? afterwards?? THATS SO FUCKING RANDOM BUT IT WOULD BE SO AWKWARD TOO LIKE ITS HIS FORM OF PRAISE OR SOME SHIT

his aftercare is literally “ok put ur pants back on, let’s get back to work”

why am i attracted to emotionally dismissive gentlemen?

Tighnari

ah yes, i missed writing for tighnari

shit he’s so he’s so

unlike gorou (when he’s in heat), tighnari doesn’t necessarily have to be in heat to be dom…

god he’s such a fucking tease, he’d EMBARRASS THE FUCK out of you and would just laugh

another man that just takes it slow but OH HO HOOO IS HE FUCKING GOOD AT IT

teaser whilst also he’s twirling your hair with a finger, rubbing your lip with his thumb, smirking at you, voice low, hand rubbing sweet but suggestive circles all over you YESS PLS SIR

“Tsk… so needy, aren’t you, (Y/N)? You can’t wait very long at all for it, can you? Go ahead and ask me for it then, little slut.”

he has such attitude 💔💔💔

sex with him is the definition of “breeding you” cuz it’s just that… intense… just hot n sweaty and mhmm we all know fs

would bite your back, stomach, chest, legs… would leave bruises n hickeys ALL over you omfg with no shame at all

he wouldn’t give you anything unless you asked or begged for it NICELY ofc

^^would rub your head with a small “good girl/boy” praise too YUMMYYYY

even though he’s a big tease, he’d also make sure you’re okay with everywhere he’s touching you and would make sure to give you a nice lil aftercare session right after <333

Childe

jesus yall i had a childe phase-

i mean he’s cool n shit but like idk i don’t vibe with him much anymore🙁 HES SO FUCKING FUN TO WRITE FOR THOUGH!!!!

he’d spank you, tie you up, shove your face into the sheets and make you take it, would laugh at you if you cried… yeah he’s fucking mean in bed

^^ he’d know what’s too far n shit but yeah

^^^ ALSO IS IT JUST ME WHOS ALWAYS GOTTEN HUGE VIBES THAT CHILDE IS DEFINITELY INTO SPANKING YOU?? like there’s definitely other characters BUT ESPECIALLY HIM LIKE???!?!?!?!?

sex with him is so hot help, probably hurts so fucking bad because his dick is probably massive but it’d feel so good and would be so worth it

i’m going to rot in hell for being such a whore

this is so foul to say but he’d make you wear a skirt while he… yeahhh from the back 🤰

I MEAN AM I WRONG??

^^ mf probably wants to see you in a maid dress & cat ears n shit too he seems like he’d be so down fucking bad

he’d totally grab your face and make you look at him while he’s doing his shit

“Feels nice, yeah? You want me to keep going?”

no matter how dom he may act, he will never not whimper

^^^I CANT SEE HIM GROANING LMFAOSO HES TOTALLY A WHIMPERER

…. and he’d get off to seeing you cry. or rather wants to see you cry

^^ CUZ HE’D BE ALL “aww does it hurt that bad? I’m sorry…” AND ACT ALL CHILDISH

nasty man smh

[booliuu]

What if like Helen with an s/o that was bullies for having like a masculine upbringing or like a male name, kinda like his situation but with the opposite gender

Idrk, it might be too confusing soz

ohh interesting! i hope what i wrote is what your looking for anon :]]

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : HEEEYYY IM BACK FROM THE DEAD! oh my gosh.. how long has it beeen since i last posted lol. literally last month or smth im so sorry guys 😭😭. college and life has been really hectic so im sorry for no posting in such a long time . my inbox is still open , its just going to take a while for answer them . sorry guys :( . It’s a little rushed so sorry about that. I’m so tired from work bro

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— edit: this is not pre read! had to write in this in a rush so i apologize if there is any grammar or spelling mistakes!😰

🩸. . . in my opinion, i think he’s in a bit of a state of shock and experiencing mix emotions because there is someone in the same “place” as he is. ( ik that’s a bit of a stretch since he doesn’t necessarily feel emotion like we do 😬 but lemme cook-)

🩸. . . what i’m saying is that, he doesn’t feel as lonely as before. lowkey kind of envy’s you a liiittle bit because you have something that he wants. if that makes sense…

🩸. . . since he has a shy aloof nature to him, it will would be awhile for him to start hanging out with you. (even start talking to you to be completely honest with you anon.)

🩸. . . this is off topic but i just want add this here. .

🩸. . . the reason why he is so reserved is because not only his parents didn’t really have the greatest communication style per say …

🩸. . . they sheltered him a lot in his youth. so majority of time he’s only talking to his parents. if he questions about this “rule” they always brush it off with some bs excuses like , “oh i’m just protective” or even teaching him stranger danger.

🩸. . . but in reality, his parents ..mostly his mom 💀 his dad was barely in the picture.. still had the mindset of having a boy instead of a girl, so they all keep him out of society in fear of people will “change” him from the way they think is right. of course their actions has consequences. .

🩸. . . his mom is a delusional mess to be frank. a fucking psycho tbh . if she see him talking to someone she deems “ suspicious” or “ no worthy as a friend” . then she’ll immediately pull him as side and will him tell not so nice things about the friend and quite frankly make him stop talking to them. yeaaa she’s not a great person as you can tell…

🩸. . . anyways! once after all his shyness rolls off. he start to approach you and make really awkward small talk. before getting awkward and running away just watching you from a distance.

🩸. . . slowly but surely he will come out of his bubble and gradually start talking to you. if you sense a bit of a invisible wall or there’s something in the air that you can’t put your mind around.. that’s because he is debating if he deems you trustworthy to be talking to you. ( BLAME HIS MOM-)

🩸. . . he doesn’t talking about his home life at all but if you start talking about what your going through . spilling all of your feelings out of your chest..

🩸. . . his reaction would be at first, he stares at you blankly . debating what he should do at the moment, all he can think about is your just like him in a way. .

🩸. . . his mind is racing. all he think about is how should he comfort you. he has a very hard time understanding human emotions . so best bet he’s not going to talk for a while.

🩸. . . with the state you guys are in, you start to feel embarrassed almost ashamed for telling your story. you mumbled a apologized , before getting up from your spot . suddenly you were tugged back to your seat.

🩸. . . you stare at him in shocked. you known him for a long time and you never see him in a .. how should i put this.. in a vulnerable state before. you’re so used to his cold distant nature that it took you a second to perceive everything.

🩸. . . after a few strained seconds , he opened his mouth just to utter the words to your surprise,“ i understand..” your eyes widened even more, his deep blue eyes looked away gathering his thoughts before continuing. he closed his eyes and mumbled“ your not alone …” . you stare at him in shocked before giving him a hug and slowly he returned the hug as well..

🩸. . . after that, let’s just say you guys friendship has greatly improved. and he’s willing to comfort you the best way he possibly can. he’s not the best at it but he’s trying.

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : not going to lie , i really like this concept. had a bit of fun with it! thx for the ask anon 🫶🏻. working on the rest of the marble hornets headcanons i promised to write just an fyi!!

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