#i’m tired and sad and sorry about the ramble

[misserabella]

two geniuses (addiction)

spencer reid x fem! reader

masterlist! (this is part 5 of the series, check out the rest!!)

summary; after your kidnapping, everything falls apart. spencer’s there to pick up the pieces.

cw; angst, hurt-comfort, fluff, hospitals, drug withdrawal, depression, feelings of emptiness, worthlessness, dirtiness, ptsd, mentions of guns and shots being fired, kissing (yippeeee!!!!), spencer being a sweetheart, pinning, gets a little suggestive but no +18, crying, cuddling…

everything was bright. too bright, and the beeping of the machines around you washed through you like the remains of a lullaby as your eyes slowly blinked open.

you were so hooked up on pain medication that you couldn’t fathom the trauma your body had gone through, but just as you came back into consciousness, all the memories came back. the torture, the sound and feeling of your bones giving up, the smell of your skin burning…

your eyes fell down at the sudden movement of someone else rising from the end of the bed you had been days glued to. spencer. spencer reid was there, puppy brown eyes slowly peeling open before he noticed you were awake, quickly scattering to stand straight with a bewildered expression.

“hey… how are you feeling?” but he was soft. so soft. it almost made you scream. ‘cause you had just gone through torture, someone had broken you, broken you to your core, and spencer was talking to you as if there was still something left that could suffer.

you didn’t answer him, your eyes falling to the nervous fidgeting of his hands, which were strangely all scribbled on.

“uh, right, sorry, it’s just that i was so worried about you not waking up that i couldn’t focus and memorize so i had to write it down and…” your heart skipped a beat, and it almost hurt. he didn’t knew you’d wake up. after four days of unconsciousness, spencer feared you had gone into a coma due to the shock and trauma.

“what are they?” you pointed at the words on his skin.

“they… uhm…, well, they’re ways to help you.”

“help me?”

“yes… with your trauma.” you stared at him in silence and his lips quivered. “torture can lead to permanent physical disabilities and psychologically scar victims, leaving them with profound and long-lasting mental health issues such as post-traumatic stress disorder, as well as anxiety and depressive disorders. although many victims demonstrate extraordinary resilience, resourcefulness and agency, torture can profoundly impact all aspects of a person’s daily life. severe headaches, insomnia, suicidal ideation, being easily frightened, being in heightened emotional states, feeling suspicious, having flashbacks, and involuntary disassociation are some of the most frequently reported symptoms of torture trauma. this can make it extremely difficult for people to maintain social relations, work, carry out basic day-to-day tasks and to participate in rehabilitative programs or administrative and judicial procedures…” you listened to his rambling, his brown eyes everywhere but on you. “i did some research. i…i wanted to help.”

spencer looked at you, and swallowed, cause you looked so… empty. that’s how you felt as well. you didn’t feel sad for what had happened to you, or angry, you felt absolutely nothing.

your stable heartbeat beeped through the room.

your hand reached for his, looking for something, anything. anything that would make it erratic, that would make you feel something. were you still high? was tobias’ effect still lingering? but before you could get too close to him you retracted, fisting the bedding.

“sorry, reid, could we talk another time? i’m so tired…”

his eye shifted, his adam’s apple bobbed.

“sure.” he almost tripped as he stood up. “i’ll let you rest. the team is taking shifts so there’s always one of us around in case you need anything.” you nodded and he mimicked you. he was stiff as a stick, moving like a puppet in strings.

after that you watched as he made his way out of your room, leaving you alone, again. you felt chained to the bed, like you had been tied to that chair days back and it made you shiver, the brand on your chest hurting.

you shifted, bringing your knees to your chest, encapsulating yourself in hopes that no more pain would come, almost expecting it.

it didn’t. but you still hoped so. cause then you’d be distracted by the void on your chest, the brokenness of your soul and of the fact that you loved spencer reid.

your stable heart jumped a beat at the realization.

your skin was on fire, and your sheets were soaked. your whole body was engulfed in tremors and pain. they had offered you something for it but you’d declined.

“no more drugs. no more please.” you’d trembled.

it hurt. everything hurt.

“how can i help? how can i help you, y/n?” morgan insisted, pained by your suffering.

“reid.”

“reid?”

“i need spencer reid.” your teeth clicked. morgan was fast, it was mere luck that spencer —well— that he hadn’t left the hospital that day. —He never did.—

he rushed in, hair disheveled, chest heaving as if he had ran all the way to your room —what he did—. he called out your name and you swallowed as he stepped closer, hands in the air, not knowing if he should touch you, wishing he could. “what do i do? what can i do?”

“hold me. please.”

he was on you on an instant, arms softly surrounding you as he made space for himself on your hospital bed.

“breathe. breathe please, i’m here.” he shushed, one of his hands on your hair as your own clung to his vest.

if it were another person, spencer would have ran the other way due to the sweat and germs and the closeness, but this was you. you. needing him.

“it hurts.” you shakily breathed out, trying your best to pace your panting.

“i know. i know…” ‘cause what could he say? what more than holding you could he do?

but truth be told it’s just what you needed. this. him. holding you close exactly like this.

“i’m sorry.” surprisingly enough, that was you.

“sorry? for what?” he inquired.

“for everything.” you shook before losing consciousness again.

going back to work was something you shouldn’t be doing right now. but the minimum time hotch obliged you to take off was up and you needed to be back on working.

your wounds were healed up, the physical ones at least.

‘cause you still hadn’t come up to mourning that horrible day, or actually meddling with the emptiness and dirtiness you felt. you hadn’t even cried about it.

the first days were nothing easy, everything silently triggered you, and had you taking breaks to take deep breaths. you reminded yourself of what spencer had told you to do as he held you; breathe, i’m here.

and he was, until he wasn’t. until you pushed him away and stopped talking to him altogether after your withdrawal symptoms had fewered and you could actually handle the pain by yourself, after you could think once again and didn’t let your heart meddle with your actions.

there was silence on your end. static. it was messing with spencer’s head. no comments. no remarks. no snarky comments. nothing. he almost wished you could go back to hating him instead of… whatever this was.

and still, he couldn’t bring himself to ask you. to ask you if you had noticed that he didn’t hate you anymore. if you had noticed how his way of looking at you had changed. ‘cause the truth was that spencer had never been more afraid than the day he almost lost you. and almost losing you had made him realize that he in fact didn’t want to lose you, ‘cause he would be losing a part of himself.

spencer liked you. as more than coworkers or possible friends. he kind of had always known, deep down, it had always been you. you and your stupid intelligence, and pretty smile, and loud voice, and snarky remarks, and plush lips, and soft curves and…

and now you were gone.

you helped in cases, but you only talked when necessary, you never smiled anymore, you hummed at his words, and you hid yourself on large clothes and turtlenecks, as if you couldn’t stand the thought of the world actually acknowledging you. seeing you.

but spencer saw you. he always did. and still does. he saw the pain you so tried to hide, saw the fear every time you held up your gun, the tremble of your hands when shots are fired.

and he doesn’t know how to fix it. he doesn’t know how to take it all away.

but he knows something for sure. and that it is that’s he’s gonna try.

it’s not for another week that it happens. you’d just gotten home from your last case, exhausted, when someone knocks at your door.

your umbrella is still dripping by the entrance, a storm hitting D.C. just as soon as you had landed. you’d scoffed. it was as if the weather had matched the storm in your insides, the clouds in your heart and the unshed tears of your eyes.

hazel eyes meet yours when the door creaks open under the turning of the knob. and before your eyes, stood a soaking wet spencer, shivering under the rain, brown hair adhered to his face, cheeks and nose a pretty shade of red.

“reid? god how long have you been standing out there?” you inquired as you opened the door wider for him to come inside.

“sorry, i just-“ you made a beeline towards your bathroom, grabbing a towel for him to dry off. he didn’t. he was too distracted to feel cold. “i just didn’t know if i should’ve come.” i didn’t know if you would want to see me.

“so what, you just stayed there pondering under the rain?” he looked at you as if he’d been caught, wide eyes zeroing on you. “jesus, spencer.” you sighed. “you sometimes don’t live to the genius title, you know?” he just stared at you. “what?”

“nothing. i just missed you saying my name.” that shook you to your core. you two stood there. looking at each other before you looked away, incapable to keep eye contact anymore. it almost burned.

“what are you doing here, reid?”

“i don’t know.” he replied.

“you don’t know?”

“i just… i just needed to see you.” he sighed.

“you saw me an hour ago, reid.” he shook his head.

“no. really see you.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i see you, y/n. i’m here. why do you keep pushing me away?”

“spencer-“ he took a step forward, capturing your face with his cold hands, the towel falling with a thud to the floor.

“i held you when i found you. i held you when you were in agony in that hospital bed. i’ve held you through your worst, i’ve seen you, y/n. so why. why do you push me aside?”

“you don’t understand. he changed me. he killed me. he… he branded me.” you looked away, feeling tears coming to your eyes. “i’m not the same anymore. i’m flawed. i’m dirty.”

“look at me.” he whispered, and your glassy eyes found his. “never say that again. you’re not dirty. what happened to you was not your fault. and that scar doesn’t make you any less beautiful. cause that’s what you are, y/n. you’re beautiful.” he breathed against your lips. his eyes fell to the plush of them and your mouth opened in a murmur.

“don’t.” you looked to the side, but he brought you back with tender circles on your cheek. “you don’t wanna kiss me. you don’t wanna be with me. i’ll just make everything harder.”

“i don’t care if it’s hard.” he whispered, looking into your eyes with such love that it struck your bones. “i want it because it’s you. i want you, y/n.”

and then his lips were pushing against yours, softly. just a mere peck, but it was enough to break all the walls that you’ve put up around yourself.

he seemed to be the only person capable of doing it, he had always been.

finally, a tear spilled down your cheek, and a sob raked through your body.

“you’re beautiful.” he repeated as you fell into his arms in heavy sobs. he hushed you, holding you tenderly, one of his hands on the back of your head, pushing you against his chest. you could hide there forever. “i’m here. i’m here, okay?”

you pulled from him, lips pressing against his in a proper kiss, a desperate one, where tears were streaming down your face and little tremors raked through your body. he corresponded, matching your fervor, but still holding you carefully, as if you were made out of glass.

you pulled at his clothes, and he gasped against your lips, pushing away.

“y/n…”

“please. please spencer.” you begged, eyes teary, soul shaking, heart thumping. you trusted him. you trusted him with your life. and loved him with your entire existence. yet all you had to give was your body, your lips, your words. it didn’t seem enough. you hoped it would be.

“baby…, no. you don’t have to.” he shushed you, his eyes holding that promise.

“but…”

he silenced you with the softest kiss anyone had ever given you.

“i just wanna hold you. can i do that, angel?” he asked, and you nodded, being rewarded by his precious smile.

“but you’re not getting into my bed like that.” you pointed out.

“like what?”

“spencer, you look like a wet dog.” he opened his mouth in fake hurt.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.” he hummed, and before you knew he was hugging you and shaking his head against yours so the droplets on his hair would hit you. you shrieked, before laughter spilled from your chest as you tried to push him away.

he smiled and stared at you. ‘cause finally, you were smiling. and spencer made a promise to himself; he’ll try everything on his power to keep you that way.

spencer spends the whole night in your bed, holding you, whispering nothings into your ear, caressing your face, fingers combing through your hair. he holds you when you cry, and kisses your tears away. and when you finally fall asleep he makes another promise; that no harm will ever found you again, not as long as he’s there to protect you from it.

🤍hope you guys like it.

[eddiazx]

flame on - evan buckley x reader

“Hi! Do you happen to have a fire extinguisher?”

Buck gapes back at you. It’s 3:35 a.m., calling his hair a birds nest would be an understatement, and he was woken up to soft but incessant knocking by you. He’s seen you around - you having moved into the apartment across his. However, other than fleeting smiles and waves, he’s pretty sure the two of you hadn’t exchanged any words until right now. 

When Buck shakes out of his sleepy stupor, he clears his throat before answering. “Yes I do, I’m a firefighter. What’s wrong?”

“So I might have a teeny fire in my apartment? I was baking cookies since I got broken up with by text by someone who literally is the worst and I was sad and so tired from crying all day so I must’ve fallen asleep while they were…”

Buck really tries not to smile. You might give him a run for his money with your rambling and he should not find it cute, because you just mentioned that there was a fire. He grabs the extinguisher and follows you out, trying hard not to notice how well your pyjamas fit your figure. 

When the fire is put out at your apartment, Buck turns around to face you. Your face is sheepish and slightly embarrassed.

“God, I just realized how late and inappropriate this was, I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Buck answers honestly. “What are neighbors for?”

“I genuinely don’t think Mrs. Coleman would do what you just did for me, but you’re sweet, thank you.”

“She’s so mean, isn’t she?” Buck laughs. 

For a few seconds it’s comfortably quiet, Buck simply observing your apartment. It’s cozy and colourful, reflecting your personality. 

“I know it’s pretty early but I can make you some breakfast as a thank you.” You offer, a little shy, a lot hopeful. 

“That’d be nice. I’ll keep this extinguisher near me just in case though.” Buck jokes with a wink.

“Hey!” 

Twenty minutes later, the two of you are sat at your kitchen table, having breakfast for the first time, but most definitely not the last. 

[scribbless-n-stuff]

I'm here to request since I can't write shit.

Dan Heng came home unexpected and even gave me his lightcone early. I'm screaming 😭😭😭

Anyway, I really want to just coddle him up. Pepper his face with kisses, hugs, play with his cheeks, he's just too adorable I can't

This is more of a ramble sorry. I hope you can write something out of this. Thank youu

Late Night Longings

Characters

Dan Heng (IL or not, depends on your imagination <3)

Warnings/Info

FLUFF!!! INTENSE FLUFF!!!

Author’s Notes

LET’S GAURRR CONGRATS ON GETTING DAN HENG & HIS LIGHT CONE, ANON REQUESTER!!!

Oh god I’m actually tweaking over this beautiful man (I’m a lesbian)

might as well make this a Dan Heng fan acc bro

Hopefully this doesn't disappoint...

After another week-long adventure, the Astral Express team finally boards back on the train. The mission was tough, almost everyone was tired and drained, including you. The train’s doors close, leaving the train car quiet. 

Himeko, who was keeping in check of the duties inside the Express, approaches you from her seat. You feel a hand on your shoulder, “Welcome back, Y/n, how are you feeling?” the red-haired lady asks.

You let out a tired smile, “All good, just tired.. I should go and rest....” Your voice trails off, as you look around for your partner, Dan Heng. However, he was nowhere to be found. He probably went straight to his room. 

Smiling bittersweetly, You let out a heavy sigh, drooping down in fatigue. Your brain was basically falling asleep as you were standing up. 

The sound of light chuckling pulls you back to reality. “Alright, sleep well then.” Himeko withdraws her hand from your shoulder, giving you a smile. She leaves your side, to check on the others. You nod back before also turning away, to go to your room. 

The last sounds you hear, before exiting the parlor car are March’s whiney complaints about how troublesome the mission was. You fondly smile, the crew was like family to you. However, someone was missing. 

Entering your room, you sigh and discard your clothes, getting into more comfortable ones. You also go to wash your face and brush your teeth. By the time you get on your bed, you stretch out your limbs and pop your joints. 

You yawn, as your mind drifts to Dan Heng. “He’s probably tired… Might as well give him space tonight..” you think, before getting into your sheets and wrapping yourself into a blanket. However, you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad, missing the closeness of your partner. Nevertheless, you needed your rest. 

As you felt the snugness of your mattress and pillows, you fell asleep almost immediately, lightly snoring as you dreamt of nothing. That’s how you know you’re having the best sleep of your life.

...

… knock knock

The sound of knocking on your door disturbs your deep slumber, you grumble in annoyance. As you peek open your eyes, you could literally feel eyebags forming below your eyes. You turn your head over to your nightstand to look at the digital clock. 

2:43 AM. 

You squint your eyes and huff in disbelief of the current time. Ultimately, you decide to ignore the knocking. Besides, it was almost 3 AM, there was no way you were gonna be awake during witching hour.

Flopping back down, your head lays back down against the pillow, shutting your eyes back closed. As your whole body relaxes once more, your facial features relax too. Finally… sweet, sweet slumber…

…

… knock, knock, knock

Your eyes snap back open, feeling your anger flare up. Hopping out of bed, temporarily bidding goodbye to your warm blankets, you stomp towards the door of your room. You whip open your door. 

“Can’t it wait ‘til morning?” You sharply scoff, before looking up to see a pair of teal eyes. It was Dan Heng, in more casual attire. Except, you couldn’t see his clothes much because he was loosely wrapped around in his blue blanket. 

“Oh!-” Upon seeing that it was him, you immediately regretted your harsh words, just because you were tired.

“Apologies..” The poor boy mumbles sleepily. “I’ll go back to my room..” Dan Heng sniffles, because of the cold air, as he turns away. His hair was tousled up, looking absolutely adorable, which made you feel even more guilty. 

You immediately reach out to yank him back by the hand. “NOOO WAIT!” you exclaim. “I’m sorry, I was tired..” 

Dan Heng blinks at you, feeling a bit surprised by your raised voice.  “It’s fine.. I shouldn’t have knocked so late.” He mutters. 

Tugging again at his hand, “Apology accepted…” You look at him with adoration, it was truly a rare sight to see this man so vulnerable, due to his usual stoic behavior and expression. “Do you wanna come in?” You offer, feeling happier now that your partner was here, disregarding the late hour. 

The next second, you see a small smile appear on his face. 

“Yes, please..”

With this, he basically engulfed you in his arms, also wrapping you in the blanket draped around his figure. Your yelp is muffled into his torso, suddenly bearing his body’s weight. You do your best to drag him to your bed, hugging him by the waist. 

Dan Heng clumsily waddles to the bed, still holding onto you out of clinginess. Eventually, you pry yourself out of his hold, pushing him onto your bed. “Man.. you’re different when you’re sleepy.” You huff at him, as he looks up at you with a sleepy expression. He doesn’t respond.

You smile, before also getting into bed, beside him. His and your legs tangle together, as you position yourself just a bit higher than him, so that his head is around the same level as your collarbone and neck.

His eyes were already closed, falling back asleep. Poor little thing must have woken up randomly, then decided to come to you for comfort. You coo at him, cupping his face with one hand and leaning in to kiss him on the forehead. 

Dan Heng furrows his eyebrows at his, as you feel his cheeks grow warm. Upon registering this reaction, you snicker, deciding to coddle him up even more. You release your next attack on his nose, giving him a quick peck. After that, you go to both of his cheeks, giving him four kisses on each one. 

“Mmmmfff..” The boy mumbles at you, the warm fluttering feeling swelling up in his chest was feeling too strong. The combination of the late hour and his fatigue were a dangerous combination. Nevertheless, he doesn’t tell you to stop… Or maybe he’s too tired to. 

Regardless, you wouldn’t stop either way. 

“You’re sooo cute~”  Finally, you kiss his lips. Slowly and tenderly, lightly biting his lower lip to tease him. This was the last straw for him. 

“You’re waking me…” Dan Heng muffles against your lips, but you just swallow up his words, as you pull away and give him another quick peck. Ignoring him, as you repeatedly kiss his face in the same order as before, except, more aggressive and affectionate. He blushes madly as his face scrunches up in feigned discomfort, but he secretly enjoys it. 

After a bit, he’s had enough, seriously wanting to sleep now. Dan Heng uses the last of his physical strength and energy to push and roll you onto your back. He gets on top of you, mainly to pin you down and restrict you from any movement to disturb him. The comfortability and closeness were just bonus points.

“Stop. Sleep.” He muffles again, as he nestles his face against your chest. As you’re pushed down, you feel your face heating up at the change of position. Even he felt slightly flustered and embarrassed at his own boldness, but he couldn’t help himself. 

You whine a bit at the loss of control, but you sigh and give in, feeling tired too. One of your hands is brought to his back, as you run it up and down to generate warmth for him. As for your free hand, you tangle your fingers in his hair, gently massaging his scalp to further lull him to sleep. 

Dan Heng on the other hand, his arms were still wrapped around your waist from earlier, holding you against him like a needy koala. The feeling of your fingers caressing against his hair made him let out a shaky sigh. He felt so content, and so did you.

[gyllenhaalstuff]

here to feed you a sub!donnie idea: donnie with severe mommy issues confiding in the reader after a hard night with frank, so she takes care of him in every way he's ever needed and makes all of his fantasies come true. with lots of begging. and lots of needy and desperate donnie. poor baby just needs some love!!! :(

Stop I love this. I need to hold him and suck him off.

Give and take

- Donnie Darko ᡣ𐭩

This picture makes me want to cry, cum and rip my hair out.

Summary: Donnie has a bad dream and ends up needing some love.

Warnings: Begging, humiliation, mommy kink, handjob, blowjob, facefucking, light cumplay.

Word count: 1301 (short.. soz)

Notes: I’m not well versed in mommy kinks but I tried my best. I honestly don’t hate the outcome. And thank you all for being patient with my inconsistent updates, xx.

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You woke up in the middle of the night. The digital clock showed 02:34 am, its red light was the only thing visible in the pitch-black room. Whimpering beside you was Donnie. Tossing and whimpering in his restless sleep. Mumbling about the apocalypse and rabbits.

“Hey, Donnie, are you okay?” You lightly shook his shivering frame. He continued with his incoherent rambling. You sighed and turned the bedside light on, making him wake up, wide-eyed and full of adrenaline. He looked confused for a second before recalling that yes, this was his own room, and beside him was his loving girlfriend. He was not in danger; the world was not ending.

Your heart folded over itself; you couldn’t help but want to take care of him, seeing his tired, sad expression. “Everything is alright, baby,” you tried to reassure him. Poor thing looked like he was about to cry. He turned to you and buried himself between your arms, nuzzling his face into your chest. He began to calm down, his breathing evened, and his skin rid itself of goosebumps. You stroked his back and spoke, “Bad dream?” He nodded and whispered a “yeah.”

This wasn’t a rare occurrence. However, him getting hard in this situation was. You couldn’t help but hum a small chuckle. Not to embarrass him, of course; it was just unexpected, that’s all. Donnie, on the other hand, was a bit too fragile to handle that. “God, I’m sorry.” He whined in shame, “I’m so fucking gross.” Looking back at it, you’d feel that way too, getting turned on by being cradled after a nightmare.

“Don’t say that, Don.” You grabbed his damp face, angling it up towards you. “Don't be too hard on yourself.” But he found it difficult not to, but equally difficult to not rut against your thigh, which only spurred on his shame and frustration. He needed you, needed to feel safe and to be loved. “Want me to touch you?” You asked, putting it out there. And hell, of course he did. It was all he wanted. “Please,” he whined, almost sniffling again.

You sneaked a hand between your two bodies, placing your palm over his boxers. His erection was fully fledged and needy. “Keep begging,” you prompted; this had to be fun for you too, right? And what could be more entertaining and satisfying than your boy begging to have your hands on him? “Please, just don’t stop. I’ll get you anything in return, please,” he mumbled, face pressed against you once again, "Don't leave me like this." You closed your fingers around his clothed cock as a reward.

“Feels good being taken care of, yeah? Feels good having someone lick your wounds?” You rhetorically asked before comforting him, “I’ll take care of you; there’s nothing to worry about.” He bucked his hips against your palm as he whined at your words. If you bottled the sound and listened to it without knowing the backstory, you wouldn’t know whether it was a man or a woman whimpering. His high-pitched cries, quieted down to not wake the household up, got stuck in his throat, shredding them into small hiccups.

You sat up, leaving Donnie curled up beneath you; in your defense, it was for a good cause. You settled in front of him and played with the hem of his underwear. “I can’t make you feel better with these on,” you explained so he would raise his hips off the mattress, allowing you to slide his boxers off. It was ironic how he looked so small and fragile all while his veiny dick brushed up against his belly button.

You wrapped your hand around him once more, but without anything separating you two this time. You spit on his tip before spreading it over his cock, twisting your fist around it. A breathy moan left Donnie’s mouth; it hung open as his eyelids fluttered. “God, thank you,” he sighed relieved, finally skin to skin with you. “God has nothing to do with this,” you countered. This made him ramble apologies again, “Sorry, only you. I didn’t mean that. Sorry, Mommy.” You tightened your grip around him in surprise. You liked this woozy, tired Donnie. “Mommy now, is it?” You picked on him, making his face turn maroon in the dim light. “I don’t know; I just said something,” he stammered, trying to waft away the lingering sound waves of his slip-up. “Need mommy’s love, huh?” You teased him, torturing this poor, already suffering boy. Not that he actually minded it.

Donnie was losing his mind. You couldn’t help but offer your mouth to your sweet boy, starting by running your tongue up his shaft. Following the veins upward. Donnie shuddered at the sudden warm wetness that seconds later reached his tip, swirling around it like ice cream in a cone. His fists grabbed onto his sheets, but no matter how hard his fists clenched it, his thighs still spasmed. With a grip around his base, you lowered your mouth onto him, slowly but surely. Broken “Ah’s” filled the room, bouncing against the walls and inside your brain like a pinball.

His cock hit the back of your throat, watering your eyes and threatening tears to spill. Donnie tried his best not to buck his hips into your mouth, failing at it. A careful thrust challenged your gag reflex, but you weren’t about to fight him for this. He needed your help; he needed to be cared for and to forget about Frank and the universe collapsing. You stopped bobbing your head, removed your hand from his base, and looked up at him. As if to say, “Go ahead. Whatever makes you feel better.”

You were lucky that Donnie was so sweet even when he had permission to ruin you. His hands tangled in your hair without pushing it down as he carefully began grinding his hips against your face. You would’ve done it just to feel his cock twitch against your tongue and to hear the noises spilling from his lips, but the view was definitely a plus. Donnie with his head leaned back, exposing his jawline and neck. The rising and falling of his chest fastening as he went on. His open mouth and closed eyes.

Involuntarily and unaware, he began pushing your head down with each thrust upward. His mind was blank, except for your name and your new pet name he had accidentally spoken out loud. To say he was grateful for your love was an understatement, and you’d come to be rewarded for your love by having his face trapped beneath your legs the following day.

As his pace quickened, his moans grew louder; he must’ve forgotten that you weren’t alone in the house. Bitchy, whiny whimpers praised your mouth as he neared his orgasm. His brain was too mushy to warn you before holding you still, with your nose brushing against his dark hair and cumming down your throat. Thank you’s rolled off his tongue repeatedly, like a mantra.

With Donnie’s cum coating your tongue, you crawled up his tired body. Leaning over his face, you stuck your tongue out, showing it to him before sharing it with him. His parted lips welcomed you into his mouth, tasting himself on you. He hummed against your lips and swallowed his share. When you pulled away, you swallowed what was left to you and smiled at your perfect boyfriend.

“You’re unreal,” he mumbled; now you were the one blushing. “I just want you to feel taken care of, loved, you know?” You laid down beside him and opened your arms to let him snuggle up against you. “Just don’t get hard on me again cause I can’t say no to you.” Donnie let out a nervous laugh. “Shut up.”

[jenscx]

[06] tumblr girls — the love of my life

it was cliché; being in love with danielle marsh, the straightest girl on earth. you thought your feelings were hopeless, until you discover her tumblr blog.

jihye doesn’t know what to do. the revelation that you had known all this time— known about her feelings and affection for you, known about her online persona, known about the side of her that she’s hidden all this time. it’s suffocating. she feels so upset. jihye hasn’t moved from the spot where she last saw you. her parents are sound asleep upstairs and jihye tries to stifle her sobs to not wake them.

she wishes you were joking, just kidding with her. yet, the raw emotion radiating off your words, the apology filled with sorrow and sadness, maybe even regret, it was undeniably true. her knees were weak, wobbling and almost falling off balance.

jihye can’t even tell if this is a whole prank. how could you become her friend so easily just to betray her like that?

her phone vibrates in her bag and as she tries to fish it out with bleary eyes, filled with unshed tears, the flower bouquet staring right at her. each petal glowing with pity and sympathy. a wrenched hand shoots out to grasp her heart, squeezing it in a vice grip.

a choked sob escapes her as she recalls the scene where you had so shyly passed her the bouquet. your bashful smile, the sheepish expression on your face.

god, jihye couldn’t do this right now.

wiping away her tears, she checks her phone. a single message from you.

jeon y/n [10.17pm]:

i’m sorry. i’ll do the project by myself

the project? jihye had totally forgotten about it. she wills herself to move from the same spot, padding to the couch and sinking into the cushion. she doesn’t know how to continue with her school life, having to see you almost every day. it just didn’t make sense how you could play with her feelings so easily. still glaring at your message, jihye lets out a resigned sigh.

the only reason she had even suggested research on human attraction was to try and profess her adoration in a way that wouldn’t be too obvious. but now, what was she meant to do? it felt as if her whole world had collapsed. she didn’t just like you. if it was a simple crush she wouldn’t be feeling this way.

the realisation comes to her hard. this isn’t a mere attraction or infatuation.

it might just be love. she knows now how deep her love runs.

jihye’s so tired of thinking. were all those words of comfort you said to her fake as well? she hadn’t expected you to become her partner in any way. but the moment your name had appeared right next to hers, she knew that she had to use this opportunity to prove something. and right after her stunt in the classroom, seeing you at the football game? jihye bites her lip, thinking about the way you were staring at her. she had pretended not to see you yet, until you had so cutely waved at her. the pure shock overwhelming her, distracting her from the routine and causing her to fall. it was embarrassing, really but your concern for her made up for it.

and the way she had pointed out your jacket! she just couldn’t contain her curiosity and throughout your friendship, you seemed particularly fond of minji. jihye twirls her fingers together, frowning at the thought. you had told her minji and hanni were in a strange situationship but it still didn’t quell her fears that you might have been harbouring some sort of secret feelings for your best friend.

you had confessed to her though. in the midst of your ramble you had explicitly said that you liked her. jihye groans just thinking about it. she doesn’t know what to feel. on one hand, she was betrayed. on the other hand, her crush returned her feelings. why couldn’t you have just not done anything? she would be fine just living with her feelings.

(no she wouldn’t be.)

her finger involuntarily moves to tap on her spotify. it’s the playlist that you made for her playing. jihye feels as if her head might explode. these actions of yours couldn’t be a lie as well, right? she’s going crazy.

this was something straight out of the romance novels she’s read. this isn’t something that would happen to a regular person— how could it be?

she sinks further into the couch. the blouse she had put on previously to look pretty for you itches uncomfortably on her skin. she wants to get rid of the feeling, both physically and emotionally. begrudgingly, jihye brings herself to shower after the taxing day.

that’s what she needs. a cold shower to calm her down.

jihye inhales sharply.

she can get through this. she’s been through many hardships already. this won’t affect her in any way. she’ll just pretend everything was a bad nightmare.

she can get through this, just like she always has.

so that was a lie. jihye cannot get through this. she had gotten out of bed, hair tousled and eyes red from crying. she looked like she had gotten dumped. how could she feel heartbreak without even being in a relationship? the look her mother had on her face was only a testament to how jihye was feeling. wearily, she went to school without eating breakfast. she didn’t have the appetite. it proved to be a bad idea when her stomach growled during the first period. already feeling bad enough, there was a surprise pop quiz for geography that jihye definitely flunked.

not to mention the stares she got from other people in the hallways when she made her way to class. they were most likely questioning why the usually bright and energetic cheerleader was more gloomy than her best friend. even haerin had been confused.

the girl had whispered in her ear conspiratorially, “did she mess up on the date?”

jihye could only laugh wetly, “yeah, kind of.”

maybe the attention from other people was expected, but what wasn’t, was hanni and minji cornering her after school.

she had just finished her last class and she couldn’t wait to leave the school but your friends had swerved to hold her back. the classroom was empty, void of any students left. you had left in a hurry while jihye took her time to pack up. your friends had waited outside before coming in and interrogating her.

“what do you guys want?” jihye tries to ask as nicely as possible but even that comes out harsh.

minji cowers while hanni mumbles, “we want to know what happened between you and… yeah. she’s not herself. well, she’s not okay.”

what about me? jihye wanted to ask. you weren’t the only one affected by this. she remains mum however, choosing not to reply. it would be unsightly to argue with your friends.

“you don’t have to tell us,” minji offers, “we kind of know the whole outline but not the details. are you okay though?”

jihye’s eyes flit upwards. she doesn’t know whether to tell minji and hanni. what if she said something and your friends just relayed it back to you?

sensing her hesitance, hanni says, “we won’t tell her, don’t worry.”

something about the two girls made jihye want to tell them. maybe it was the lack of sympathy in their words, only comforting. they didn’t pity her for being in this situation. it was something jihye needed.

she swallows and states, “she said she likes me.”

both girls’ eyes widened visibly.

“did you reject her?” minji blurts out.

jihye shakes her head, “no, i… i like her too.”

“WHAT?!”

“why’d you reject her?” hanni asks, albeit more calmly than minji’s reaction. jihye only sighs, “because she told me something that betrayed my trust.”

hanni’s face falls into a contemplative look while minji looks flabbergasted. perhaps aghast that her best friend actually had a chance with her crush but ruined it. jihye would think that her expression looks funny if not for the serious matter at hand.

“do you mind telling us more?” she eventually says.

“uhm, only if you don’t tell her anything.”

they exchange a look that makes jihye’s nerves rise before coming to an agreement.

“we swear we won’t,” hanni promises as minji nods feverishly. they don’t look like they would go back on their promise. yet, you didn’t seem like the type to act so rashly either.

“she found out that i liked her,” jihye starts, “because she saw my tumblr blog and she didn’t tell me either until last night. she told me and i… i just couldn’t handle knowing that she saw such a vulnerable and personal side of me.”

“did you not want her to see it?”

“i didn’t. not yet. i was trying to convey my feelings through my actions,” jihye blushes, thinking of the numerous times she’s complimented you, “i thought she was dense. not that she already knew.” even that time when she met you in the library, she had explicitly asked if you liked a song for girls and you had only brushed it off.

hanni scowls, “she’s stupid.”

jihye shrugs. you were stupid. that, she can’t deny.

“are you going to talk to her anytime soon?” minji asks suddenly. jihye doesn’t know if she should. her lips pursed, minji just sighs, “she’s been super depressed lately—”

the girl gets interrupted by hanni elbowing her stomach, shushing her. jihye raises her eyebrows at the way minji just quietens down without a word. she really does listen to hanni, jihye muses, thinking back on your prolonged explanation about your best friends’ relationship with each other.

“we’re not saying that to… y’know, try and get you to talk to her,” hanni says frantically, “but i think you need it as much as she does.” some part of her subconscious mind feels that there’s truth in hanni’s words. jihye needs to set a clear boundary with you.

“just think about it, okay?” the shorter girl whispers softly. jihye nods stiffly.

before she even gets to reply, both minji and hanni leave, hand in hand, might she add. they don’t turn back to look at her and jihye appreciates it. for if they do, they might have seen the broken look in her eyes, farcast and stormy.

you’re lounging on your couch, still thinking about your wrongdoings with jihye. the soft ambiance of the playlist made for her plays in the background while you stare emptily at the blank tv screen. you haven’t felt like this in a long time. defeated and desperate for any semblance of comfort.

on the coffee table lay your laptop, open with the display of your presentation on your project with jihye. it’s completed. you finished it after pulling an all-nighter and you could see jihye’s icon popping up to check in on the progress. your fingers fly out to message her but you manage to restrain yourself, knowing that anything you said now would only widen the irreversible gap you’ve created.

minji and hanni had tried endlessly to cheer you up but to no avail. it seemed like you were just a shell of a person. blank face, blank stares, unwavering expressions of steel. a week has passed since your confession with no further development of your collapsing friendship with jihye.

you glance longingly at the laptop screen again, just as jihye’s icon disappears. there’s a comment left under the last slide.

mo jihye: good job.

it’s so ridiculous that a miniscule remark could cause happiness to bloom within you. jihye really doesn’t need to do much to make you happy. and it’s a sad realisation that this would be the last thing connecting you to the cheerleader.

you can’t believe that weeks worth of getting to befriend jihye has all gone down in the drain because of your own stupidity and recklessness. you had a chance to prove that you weren’t like the rest.

“what are you doing?” your entire body jolts at the sudden question from heejin. she blinks at you, confused at why you were staring so intently at the laptop.

“none of your business.”

heejin scowls before plopping herself right next to you on the couch. “you look ugly. did you cry?”

you groan, “shut up. i’m not okay.”

your sister merely rolls her eyes.

“something to do about that girl that you liked?”

“obviously.”

“why? what happened? and before you tell me to shut up again, this is me trying to be a good older sister,” heejin says, “tell me what’s wrong or else i’ll get mum.”

sighing, you bring your knees up to your chest, curling up beside the armrest of the couch, “i messed up with her and i don’t think she wants me near her.”

“is that why you came home crying?”

your head shoots up, “you saw me?”

heejin shrugs, “just a glimpse of you going into your room. i was getting water for hyunjin.”

the separation from jihye must have hit you hard since you don’t tease heejin about hyunjin.

“did she reject you? is that why? she’s straight?” heejin asks. you shake your head, chuckling sadly, “she likes me back.”

“so? what happened?”

“i can’t tell you, heej. but the way she looked at me that night,” you can already feel your chest constricting in pain from the sheer memory of jihye’s harsh gaze, “i don’t think i can even try to fix this.”

your sister nods understandingly but still retorts, “do or do not. there is no try.”

you’re a little thrown off by her wisdom.

“yoda. star wars episode five,” heejin laughs. what the hell— “it fits though right? you just need to show her that you’re beyond your mistakes.”

“you’re stupid,” her silly remark makes you laugh though. you feel some sort of gratitude for heejin’s dorky behaviour. it gives you comfort knowing that even though your relationship with jihye was hanging by a lifeline, everything else would stay the same.

“show her,” she says firmly, “that you’re serious.”

“how?” it truly is the only question you can ask. showing jihye that you’re serious about her? if you couldn’t portray it as words, how else could you convey such a heartfelt emotion? it wasn’t a discontinuous variation that was measurable.

heejin smiles softly and for the first time, you’re starstruck, wondering how you could have ended up with someone like her by your side.

“that’s all you,” she encourages, “be vulnerable. she’s built up walls around her because she’s afraid of getting hurt. if you can show her your true self, maybe she’ll open up too.”

you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“thanks heej.” you can’t put it into words how thankful you are for your sister’s presence. it’s so overwhelming that it nearly brings tears to your eyes again—

“deadass.”

“that is not what that means—”

just as the clock strikes one, the bell rings. you glance up from your chemistry worksheet and dread starts to accumulate within you. the next class was the one where you had to present your project with jihye and just the mere thought of standing near her had you trembling like a leaf. you had come to terms with the fact that jihye might not forgive you but you at least had to talk to her. now, the only thing left, and the hardest part was to in fact, talk to her.

you gulp just as minji and hanni quieten down, both coming to the same realisation and turning to you hastily. other than heejin, your best friends have been pillars of support for you. even though you didn’t reveal what your exact troubles were, they still stuck by you. it was nice to have someone. you had hoped that jihye had people to take care of her as well. unless she was unaffected by everything but you don’t visit that thought often.

when mr lee strolls into class, he’s sporting a wide grin. you already know where this is headed and soon, your suspicions come through when he flashes on the projector, in big, bold words, the first group’s presentation.

resisting the urge to avert your eyes to jihye’s back, you force your gaze onto your bumbling classmates who head to the front of the class.

of course you don’t notice the way jihye’s body has been tensed up since the start of class.

you barely pay attention to the presentation, subconsciously focusing on your palpitating heart instead. it beats painfully against your ribcage, almost breaking through it. you can’t feel anything but anxiety and fear.

“—thank you for that presentation,” mr lee says as he types fiercely on his laptop, “next is minji and jiwoo.”

you watch your friend walk up to the front, sending her an encouraging smile while hanni chuckles silently.

“begin whenever you want, girls.”

again, you don’t pay attention. nothing is absorbed into your head. the only thing residing there is a blurry haze of bright doe eyes and a gleaming smile. it's scarily similar to the girl sitting just a few rows ahead of you.

a few minutes pass as your eyes eventually end up boring holes into the brunette’s back. your eyes flicker upwards when the class starts applauding. oh. minji and jiwoo both bow and take their seats again.

“alright, i think we have time for one more?” mr lee says to himself, scrolling down on his mouse. he looks up, “jihye and y/n?”

you gulp, standing up with the whispers of comfort from minji and hanni behind you.

(“i hope she doesn’t start crying,” minji mutters.

hanni nods, “that would be bad. but funny.”)

each step you take feels like you’re inching closer to your death. your footsteps resound in your head, echoing louder than the depreciating voices you hear. jihye’s already standing awkwardly in front, fidgeting with her fingers. you don’t dare to raise your head.

“start whenever you’re ready.”

jihye clears her throat, her eyes flitting to the projector screen displaying your presentation.

“we decided to research human attraction,” her voice trails off at the end before coming back stronger, “it’s deeply rooted in our psychology and biology, combining the two, making it an interesting topic. hence, we started with analysing the human brain.” her words, even though they were consistently rehearsed, still felt like music to your ears. you’ve heard her say this exact thing numerous times but anytime that she talks, it feels like time stops.

she stares at you and for a moment, you’re in a daze before you realise it’s your turn.

“there are many forms of attraction; sexual, physical, emotional, romantic and aesthetic. we can be attracted to someone based off their emotional capabilities and not their physical appearance and vice versa,” you click to the next slide, showcasing data and studies from the late nights you’ve spent with jihye researching, “we generally find someone attractive if they have similar interests as us. we believe that they share a common outlook on life and adapt to the same behavioural patterns.”

you don’t need research to prove that true. you know that through all the conversations about music with jihye, it strengthened your liking towards her.

as jihye explains further, you can only gaze longingly at her. she’s never felt so far away from you. even her body language, turned away and facing the class instead of you.

“there’s been numerous studies done on human attraction but no one has been able to accurately define what is attractive to us. due to the complexity of the human mind, we can’t really outright state that something attracts us,” you explain but you can’t disagree further.

you can most definitely define what attracts you. a cheerful and silly girl from australia that’s for sure.

“yet, despite the science and psychology behind human attraction, there’s been a lingering question of whether we truly feel attraction or we’re forced into it. people who are asexual and aromantic may not feel the same as us. attraction can’t be measured. this begs the question of whether attraction is spiritual in nature. some may say that they feel an undeniable connection with another person, deeming it to be their soulmate,” the word leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. it’s scalding and toxic. soulmates. what a phenomenon.

“the idea of fate is popular. maybe the universe has created your destiny in such a way that you would end up with this person no matter what,” jihye says, “that’s what attracts you to someone you barely know.”

you barely knew jihye. she was just another crush out of your league. yet, she still ended up meeting you. was it fate too? you don’t believe in soulmates, but if you did, you would want jihye to be yours.

“their one true love,” jihye repeats, “even though a person can experience multiple forms of attraction. they believe in finding a soul destined for them. there has been no evidence that people are fated for each other. but it’s a nice thought, isn’t it?”

the rest of the presentation goes by in a blur as you think about jihye’s last words. fate. what a funny thing to say. it is a nice thought; to have someone out there, waiting for you to come into their life.

perhaps it truly was fate that you were assigned to be jihye’s partner. maybe every single time you’ve met her, it was fate. and every single time you didn’t, it opened up another reality where you would eventually end up at her door, apologising once more. maybe in every single universe, you were doomed to a life of misery, caused by your own foolishness.

and maybe if you never clicked on her tumblr blog, you would go on with your life, never knowing if that girl in high school ever liked you back.

“—thank you, y/n and jihye.”

you snap out of your reverie when jihye nudges you slightly. blinking a few times, you head back to your seat wobbly.

“are you okay? you kinda zoned out there,” hanni whispers. you nod, still trying to steady your bearings.

everything you’ve thought about. it doesn’t matter anymore. it has never mattered because in the end, you’re not the one destined for jihye. maybe she deserves someone better. someone that has enough confidence to believe in their own capabilities rather than resort to such ways. there was never a need for you to invade her privacy. should you even try to ask for forgiveness anymore?

you still should. because jihye deserves a proper apology, even if you don’t deserve her forgiveness.

“hey, after this i’m gonna stay back to talk to danielle for a bit,” you inform minji and hanni, who both simultaneously light up.

as the class ends, you pack your bag extra slowly, keeping a close eye on jihye. her hands tremble as she packs up. you wonder if she’s okay. everyone soon leaves and just as jihye’s about to exit the door, you voice out, “can we talk?”

her head turns and there’s a look of exasperation and confusion swirling in her eyes before she nods.

“y-you don’t have to say anything… or forgive me but i just want to apologise properly,” you mutter. jihye nods again.

taking a deep breath, you sigh, “i know i really messed up and it was a decision i made consciously. that i won’t deny. i was just desperate and it caused you harm, so i shouldn’t even have the right to continue liking you. but i want you to know that my feelings are true and i’m not lying about liking you. so, i’m sorry for invading your privacy like that.”

jihye tugs on her bag strap nervously, bouncing on her heels as she whispers, “i don’t know if i can do this.”

you feel a sliver of hope and joy that she isn’t outright rejecting you.

“th-that’s okay,” you struggle to mask your happiness, “i just wanted you to know how much you matter to me. if you don’t want to pursue a romantic relationship. i really would like it if we stayed friends too… i just need you in my life, danielle.”

the brunette nimbles on her bottom lip, her face full of uncertainty. you want to squeal at her cuteness. she looks even prettier today, maybe because it’s been so long since you’ve seen her up close. you take the time to admire her facial features in case she gets a restraining order on you.

”i like you too, but…”

“you can’t trust me?” you complete the sentence for her. and even though it hurts, jihye nods. you chuckle, “that’s okay. what can i do for you to trust me again?”

“you really hurt me.”

“i know, i’m sorry.”

jihye frowns, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration, “when did you start liking me?”

“when i moved blocks,” you admit. you have an inkling jihye just wants to embarrass you but even now, you don’t mind. it feels like deja vu when you first confessed, but maybe the girl blocked out everything from that night. you would want to forget it all too. “i saw you in the hallway and kind of got a hallway crush. then i kept noticing you in my classes.”

“what do you like about me?”

oh, this was easy.

“i like a lot of things about you, maybe everything,” your answer brings out a gorgeous blush on her cheeks, “i like the way you smile at everyone, the way you always look for the good in people, the positive outlook you have on life. i really adore the way you smile though.”

jihye turns her face away but you can even spot the redness heating up on her face. now your reply seems a little corny.

“sorry,” you mumble.

“it’s… it’s okay. i appreciate it,” she smiles. oh my god, she smiles— “most people just talk about my looks.”

“you’re beautiful, both in terms of appearance and personality.”

the brunette laughs softly and the sound is so delightful that you could cry. clearly your answers made jihye’s walls shrink slightly.

“i really like you, i swear,” you try to say earnestly, “if you push me away, i’ll accept it but i can’t promise that i’ll stop liking you.”

jihye shakes her head, “you can continue to like me and… i don’t think i want you to stop either.”

your eyes light up as you take in her words.

“does that mean—”

“yes y/n, i’m forgiving you,” jihye sighs. you can barely control yourself when you reach out to embrace the girl, throwing your arms over her shoulders and gripping to the back of her uniform tightly. neither can you contain the tears that fall, your contentment bursting at the seams and the adoration for jihye exploding in your heart. she relaxes in your hold, rubbing your waist gingerly.

“don’t mess up a second time, okay?” she teases cutely. you nod fervently, “i swear i won’t. i like you so much.”

you sigh happily, “thank you, danielle.”

there’s a moment of silence before jihye utters,

“call me jihye.”

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🎙️ author’s note: andddd tumblr girls has officially ended! i’ll try my best to come up with an epilogue of jihye and yn but as of now, this au is finished. thank you to everyone who has supported tumblr girls!! unfortunately i couldn’t finish it on tumblr girl’s one year anniversary (one year damn.) but at least it’s somewhere close LOL anyway i hope that you guys all enjoyed tumblr girls 🤍

[sh1gglypuff]

City of Stars

…are you shining just for me?

ahead: female or suggested female reader, mild suggestive content, pain

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“Kenma!” you call out into the vast house. Your voice reverberated off of the walls and bounced back to you, the white walls illuminated by the evening glow. You dropped your bag along with your keys by the door, kicking your shoes off and making your way through your home. “Kenma?” you called again.

It was almost 2am. Your newest film had premiered that evening, you walking the red carpet in a gown with a price so high you refused to think about it. You had that privilege, not needing to think about the price tags on things such as that. The after party raged on through the night, and you were coming home tired and a little tipsy after your evening out.

You were high off of nothing but your own success and glamour. The movie was going to be a hit, you knew it and everyone else knew it too. Your agent thinks you’re a shoo-in for an Oscar because of your performance and you hate to admit this out loud but, you agree.

“I’ve been calling your name, did you not hear me?” you say, entering the master bedroom loudly.

“I heard you.”

“I had the best evening Kenma truly. Oh I really think this is going to be it for me. This movie is what’s going to sell…” you continue to ramble on as you sit on your side of the bed opposite of him and take off your stacks of jewelry. He offers small hums and nods as you do.

“I had a poptart for dinner,” he says as your chatter dies down. You frown at him.

“Kenma our kitchen is full of food is it not?”

“It’s not,” he says monotone.

“Well…you could have ordered food. Or god forbid…gone out!” you fake a gasp as you say this. He doesn’t like when you mock him like this.

“I don’t like going out. Especially not recently since everyone knows I’m your boyfriend now,” he turns on his side to face the wall.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I hate attention. When I go out people ask me a million questions. It makes me feel nauseous.” After he finishes saying this you get up and walk towards the bathroom. You look back at him, him facing you with his eyes closed.

“Can you unzip my dress?” you ask. You don’t think he’s heard you at first until he nods simply, opening his eyes and sitting up. He gestures for you to come over and you walk closer to him, turning around and letting him place his slender fingers on the zipper of your dress. He unzips it slowly, stopping midway. He remembers unzipping a dress of yours for you years ago, his hands shaking with anticipation. That was when you were nothing but a struggling actress in Los Angeles, desperately looking for any sort of work. That was when he felt wanted. That was before everything changed.

Kenma wishes he could be happy. He feels like that would be the only normal reaction. He is happy you’re living your dream, the dream you’ve worked so hard to achieve these past years in this city. He’s happy for you. He loves you. He unzips the rest of your dress.

With the back of your dress unzipped you turn to him, placing your hands on his chest. You kiss his lips, softly at first then beginning to make your kisses fall with more desperation. At first Kenma wraps his hands in your hair as the two of you fall onto the bed. Your hands wander down his torso, a hand slipping under his shirt and-

“Stop! Stop…” Kenma suddenly says, pulling away. You quickly remove your hands from his body. “I don’t…want to.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Your face is flushed with worry. Kenma shakes his head.

“I’m sorry I’m…just really tired right now.” You don’t question him as he says this, you just nod. You get up from the bed and head back towards the bathroom where you finish getting ready to go to sleep.

As the shower runs and the sound of your hums and harmonies sound lightly from the bathroom, Kenma cries.

Kenma can’t remember the last time he’s cried over anything, genuine sad tears. He tried not to cry too hard, trying his hardest to make sure his tears wouldn’t be obvious as you came out of the bathroom. He but his sleeved hands into his eyes, pressing lightly. He wanted to stop crying but couldn’t. He took a deep breath.

He didn’t want this life. He didn’t want to live in a big house in the hills of Hollywood and only see his girlfriend every couple of weeks. As you were on set for this last movie he got a small taste of the next however many years of his life. You, shooting movies in various locations, flying around doing press tours, walking down red carpets. He on the other hand couldn’t do a single thing without the label of your boyfriend. He couldn’t stream a game without the mention of you, couldn’t leave the house without being asked of the movie. He loves you with everything he has, but it’s just so hard.

Kenma wants to be his own person.

Kenma also wants to be in love.

You come out of the bathroom, hair tied up and makeup off. He loved you in this form. You looked genuine. It was his favorite look you had. He loved this more than your stunning red carpet looks, the looks you had on the covers of recent magazines. He loved the you only he could see. He says your name softly as you sit on the side of the bed opposite him.

“Yes?” you responded.

“I…I don’t know if this is going to work.”

The silence is deafening in Kenma’s ears. He doesn’t know how long you were quiet, he just knows it was too long. “What?” you finally say.

“Nothing, sorry.” He tries to take back what he’s already said. He realizes he can’t.

“No, what? Tell me what you mean Kenma.” You’re suddenly more alert, looking towards him with attentive and concerned eyes. Kenma tries his best to not start crying.

“Everything is different now,” he says simply. “I never see you anymore. People know you. People know me. People know me as an extension of you.”

You stare, slightly confused as to what he’s trying to get at. “Do you want to see me or not?”

Kenma looks towards you. “I do want to see you. I really and truly do-“

“Then what do you mean? Is me being known now a problem?” Your brows are furrowed.

Kenma takes a long moment to breathe, closing his eyes. He does this when he’s anxious. You could see him squeezing one of his hands. “I just- this was not the life I imagined myself having. I feel like I’ve been doing nothing. Nothing for myself at least. You…I don’t know. You’re being so swept away by a life of…fame. That’s a life that I can’t live and I feel like we’ve been on different planets. I don’t feel like part of your life at all. I feel like…the guy you don’t even think of during the day that you just happen to kiss and fuck in the evening.”

Silence fills the room again as you take in everything Kenma is saying. You have no idea what to possibly say. Do you want to fight for this? You’ve loved Kenma for years. He was right though. You did feel like you lived on a different planet. “That. That’s a large accusation”

“I’m not accusing you of anything I’m just saying how I feel.”

“I do think of you.”

“And I believe that you do. I just don’t…feel it?” Kenma wanted to say more but didn’t know how to word what he was feeling. You grip your arm tightly, thinking. You look towards the window, desperately wishing you were just asleep in his arms.

“Can we finish this tomorrow Kenma?”

“You expect me to just fall asleep? I haven’t sleep more than 3 hours in the past 4 days. I can’t stop thinking about this. I can’t stop thinking about us. I love you, so much. I really hope you know how much…I just don’t think I can keep living like this. I can’t stop being a nobody.”

“It’s your fault you’re a nobody Kenma!” you say throwing your hands in the air. His last comment set you off, everything bubbling up had suddenly came out. “You don’t have to lay around all fucking day! You can get a job! You can do things! You probably have more opportunities to do things because of me!”

“Fuck you,” is all he says. His eyes are filling with tears.

“Fuck me? Kenma I’m just stating the truth. You’re doing nothing with your life and I am. You can’t blame me for that.”

“I’m going to Kuroo’s,” Kenma states, getting out of bed. You don’t respond to that, just watch as he slides on a pair of shoes and walks out of the bedroom.

“Kenma…” you start. He doesn’t listen. He keeps walking, grabbing his keys and walking out of the door. You could run after him. You could have done everything to make him stay. You don’t.

6 Years Later

You were the biggest name in Hollywood. You had gotten what you had always dreamed of. You had starred in movies that topped charts, had multiple oscars under your belt, and the most perfect fiancé you could ask for.

Kenma was sitting at a cafe, computer open and glasses resting on his face. Kenma had his own business. A successful one. He had made a name for himself, one without you. He sipped lightly on his coffee as the door rings open. He doesn’t look up, focused on his work.

He hears murmurs from around the cafe, confused he peers to what people are staring at. It’s you.

“Thank you,” you say with your famous smile. You take the coffee from the shaking barista and turn. You see Kenma. He sees you. He puts a hand out to wave. You nod your head.

He watches as you walk out of the cafe. The chatter of the room reaches its peak then dies down to what is was before.

That interaction lasted maybe a minute, but it kept Kenma up for days.

He thought of the days he had spent loving you. The evenings he had spent helping you with auditions. He knew you before the world knew you. What if he had never said anything that night. What if he has just learned to adapt? Would he have married you? Would the two of you have a life unlike anything he could ever dream of?

You were getting married. You were getting married to your most recent leading make costar. Kenma has questions he knows he’ll never get the answers to. You live on different planets. Maybe you always had. Your lives are no longer intertwined. Maybe Kenma is okay with that. Maybe he will learn to be.

He smiles, staring into his now empty cup of coffee.

[alastor-x-reader-stories]

Hey! I was wondering if you could write sequel to selfish or something similar because im the mom/therapist to most of my friends and that one shot was greatly loved by me! no rush tho I absolutely love all the stuff you've made

okay. thanks for the kind words too (❁´◡`❁) ----- SELFISH PT 2

You’ve been standing in front of Alastor’s bedroom door for a good ten minutes. On one hand, you craved his company, on the other hand, Alastor was a sadistic manipulative sociopath with extremely violent tendencies. Logically the answer was to walk away. You didn’t. Though you didn’t knock. You didn’t know if you wanted to knock.

You were so tired.

So tired you just couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. You sighed and took a step backwards, preparing to turn and walk off when the door opened. Alastor stood there, his head cocked to the side.

“Did you need something, dear? I assume so saying you were standing there for quite a while.”

You stared at him. Any words you had planned leaving you to your own devices. Your feet moved on your own accord, stepping up to the Radio Demon and you slumped, resting your head against his chest. Alastor didn’t move or respond. Perhaps you were slumping against the wall and imagining it was Alastor. You couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Alastor let out a heavy sigh, his warm breath fanning over your head. A wave of self-conciousness overwhelmed you. Taking a step back – Well, you were going to take a step back. Force a smile, apologize, then meander off to deal with your problems solo. Instead, as you went to move, Alastor hooked one arm under your knees and another across your back and picked you up bridal style with all the ease in the world.

“Do I weigh anything to you?” You said with a small smile.

“Weight is not a relative measurement, dear.” He hummed as he carried you into his room.

“It kind of is? Depending on the planet, or even on Earth it can depend on the elevation.” You rambled mostly to yourself.

“Relative from person to person.” He clarified.

“Aw.”

Alastor dropped you onto his bed without ceremony, laughing as you flailed about in surprise. You shot him a glare he ignored and decided to just curl up onto your side, your back to him.

“Sorry for bothering you.” You muttered, eyes drooping.

The bed creaked as Alastor put his weight on it. One clawed hand gently ran through the hair on your head. You melted at the gentle touch.

“You’re never a bother.”

“Oh, that’s such bullshit.”

“Ha! Okay, fair enough.” Alastor snorted his amusement “The amount of bothering you are doing is inconsequential, is that better?”

You chuckled at the bluntness “Yeah. Thanks for being honest.”

The silence lingered. You closed your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by ….. feeling overwhelmed. Your body felt heavy, your heart felt constricted, your mind felt like cotton. All the while Alastor stroked you head, humming gently.

The peaceful quiet was broken by a harsh, cracking sob. Alastor’s humming stopped the same moment his hand froze. You coughed harshly and curled in tighter on yourself. You felt pathetic.

“I’m sorry-“ You said, trying to stifle your sobs “I-“ This was too much, too embarrassing. You got up quickly and headed for the door “I’m sorry- please forget this happened, I’m…. Sorry!” You ran off, not looking back at Alastor. He didn’t say anything and didn’t stop you.

You ran back to your room, slamming the door shut behind you and pressing your forehead to it as you took long, shaky breaths. What were you thinking? You shouldn’t have bothered anyone with your emotions. Let alone Alastor. He already helped you once, going out of his way to comfort you. Asking for more was just selfish. The Radio Demon no doubt had other things he could be doing and you had no right to interrupt them just because you were sad.

“I’m so pathetic.” You whispered to yourself, pulling away from the door. Wiping your eyes you went to your bed, kicked off your shoes, and collapsed onto the covers. The best thing to do was wait for it to blow over, then you can go back to helping the others. They all had their own problems to deal with, so you shouldn’t be bothering them with yours.

At some point you must have fallen asleep. Because when you opened your eyes again, you were tucked in under the covers, surrounded by overly fluffed pillows, soft jazz was playing from somewhere, and Keekee was sleeping on your stomach.

“Good Morning, dear!” The familiar staticy voice rung out. Almost swaddled in soft things, it took you a moment to wiggle free enough to look at Alastor.

He was sitting at the foot of your bed, reading some novel or something with his legs primly crossed and a cup of coffee in one hand.

Keekee let out a disgruntled meow and you relented and started stroking her back gently. The cat settled again, purring her satisfaction. Silently you looked at Alastor, tilting your head in your unvoiced question.

“Coffee?” Alastor said, motioning with his mug for emphasis.

“Er…No thanks.” You said “Alastor, what’s going on….?”

“I asked if you wanted coffee?” He said it like it was obvious, head tilting at an unnatural angle.

“No, I mean….This?” You motioned vaguely at your bed.

“Haven’t the faintest idea!” He hummed “You didn’t come down for breakfast so I trotted along to check on you and here you were!”

You glanced at the clock on your bedstand. “…Breakfast isn’t for another hour.”

“Clearly that clock is behind.” Alastor said flippantly, sipping out of his mug.

You mocked fear “So someone broke into my room and moved me in my bed?”

Alastor stiffened a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “…Yes...”

“That’s freaky as hell.” You said, gripping your blankets “We need to tell Charlie or Vaggie that someone is sneaking into the guests’ rooms at night-“

“Oh goodness gracious, you know it was me.” Alastor huffed. You dropped the act, letting yourself have a good laugh.

“Yeah, I know.” You wiped a tear out of the corner of your eye. “Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it.” Alastor hummed, turning his attention back to his book.

“…Why did you-“

“I believe I said think nothing of it.”

You stared at him. Replaying the events of the previous night, a horrifying realization dawned on you. “I’m sorry, Alastor.” His ears flicked in your direction, his eyes darting to stare at you. You fidgeted “You didn’t have to do this- I was just- Oh geez, okay I just mean I shouldn’t have bothered you to begin with you don’t have any obligation-“

“Since when do I do things on ‘obligation’?” He said, his grin straining “My dear, I only do things if I desire to. It was not for obligation, or guilt because I know that would be your next conclusion.” Alastor tapped one claw gently against you nose “It was simply because I felt like it.”

You focused on Keekee purring on your lap “….why?”

“Think nothing of it.”

A small smile found its way to your face. Think nothing of it…? You chuckled quietly “Oh, Alastor…”

“Yeeessssss?” He said, craning his head backwards towards you and twisting it 360 on his neck.

“AH! Don’t do that it’s creepy!”

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.” He responded, spinning his head again in the opposite direction.

You threw one of the pillows at him. Alastor cackled maniacally.

=============

BONUS:

After you ran off the night before….

Alastor: “NIFTY HOW DO YOU MAKE A PERSON LESS SAD.”

Nifty: “Soft things and a happy cat!”

Alastor: “Understood-“

Nifty: “Not Husk.”

Alastor: “…Keekee?”

Nifty: “Keekee.”

Alastor: “Got it. Tell no one about this conversation!”

Nifty: “Yessir!

[castiwls]

peter - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'Said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me’

Requested; anons

Notes; this is long (for me) and sad :( reqs and inbox are open !

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

Dean Winchester was a man you’d never be able to understand. You’d only been 18 the first time you’d met him. You’d been bright-eyed and optimistic about the world, freshly out of high school and enjoying your newfound freedom when you’d stumbled into a dinner drunk on cheap vodka and craving some sort of food.

He’d caught your eye almost immediately. Your drunken confidence led to you finding yourself in the seat opposite him, a small smile pulling at his lips as he watched you ramble almost incoherently before falling silent.

That meeting alone led to a six-year relationship. For a moment you’d believed that Dean may have been the one. That you’d been one of the lucky few to find your soulmate at a young age meaning you’d get to live your life out with him.

And then everything seemed to unravel right before your eyes and you were hopeless to do anything. Dean quickly went from someone you saw your future with, to someone you’d seemingly outgrown - even though you were two years younger.

By 25 you were ready to settle down, traveling around the country had been appealing when you were 18 yet it began to feel like a chore. You wanted a home, a place you could go back to after a long day and feel safe.

You’d argued about it until once you’d had enough. You’d left with nothing more than a note explaining yourself.

It had been years since you’d even thought about Dean Winchester yet now you found yourself face to face with a man you’d long since given up on.

Dean’s smile was the same. His eyes still held that sparkle that you’d loved yet it had dimmed slightly, his eyes more tired.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest. You swallowed watching him. “Why are you here?”

“What. I can’t stop by and say hello?” He pushed off the door frame stepping slightly closer. He continued to smile yet you’d noticed it failed to reach his eyes. A small frown pulled at your lips as you placed a hand on his arm.

“Dean. What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing wrong.” He shook his head. “Dean, I’m not stupid. Somethings wrong, and where is Sam?” You ran your hand up his arm before placing it on his shoulder. His face dropped slightly at the mention of his brother. He sucked in a breath, his body seeming to deflate slightly.

Oh

“Dean i…I’m so sorry.” You sighed pressing your hand to his cheek. He stayed quiet simply leaning into your touch his eyes fluttering shut. 

You’d once promised yourself you’d never let Dean Winchester back into your life unless he finally agreed to grow up. Yet standing there in that moment you still saw that 18-year-old you’d met at the dinner.

Moving your hand from his cheek you stepped back. 

“I have a guest room.”

–

“He’s alive.” Your tone was dripping with disbelief as you stared at the man opposite you. Dean nodded his back against the counter. “Yeah.” He sighed running a hand through his hair. “He has been for a while.” Dean was talking as if this was the most normal thing in the world, he was using the same tone he’d use whenever you’d discuss dinner, or whose turn it was to take the trash out.

This was utterly insane. Even after he’d filled you in on everything that had happened since you left you still found the whole thing insane. Yet it was Dean so you’d believed him. You’d allowed him back in your bed and over the past year you’d fallen right back in love with him.

You’d finally got what you’d wanted. The life you dreamed of with him was a reality and you’d grown so comfortable that you’d almost forgotten what he’d told you years ago.

“I love you. But I can't leave hunting behind, It’s my whole life!”

The words had stung then and they stung more now as you stood opposite him in your kitchen. 

“So your going with him.” You crossed your arms and swallowed back the hurt which lay heavy in your chest. “You're going back.”

Dean watched you for a moment, his eyes downcast for a moment. “Sweetheart I have to-”

“No, you want to.”

Dean paused as you cut him off, taking a small step forward. He placed a hand on your arm. “I’m sorry.”

You looked at his hand for a moment before pulling back and turning around. In doing so you missed the look of hurt which flashed across Dean’s face before he followed you out of the room.

Walking into the living room you grabbed a blanket off the floor, folding it before turning back to him. “I know you're not sorry. I know part of you is glad, glad that you’ve finally got your get-out-of-jail card.” You placed the blanket down as he crossed his arms. “Thats no-”

“You don’t have to lie Dean. I know you well enough to know damn well that you could never walk away from hunting.” You let out a breath sitting down on the couch.

“I’m not mad. I just…” You ran a hand through your hair, leaning forward on your knees. “I really thought that maybe you’d finally grown up. That you’d realised that hunting isn’t a forever thing. But I guess I was wrong.” 

Dean sat beside you, his hand grasping yours in his. “That’s not true.” He shook his head. You turned to look out the window, your eyes closing for a moment as tears burned at your eyes.

Dean watched you for a moment before gently grasping your chin and turning you to face him. “This year…This year proved to me that maybe hunting isn’t my be-all and end-all. But I miss it.” He admitted quietly. “And I can’t let Sam do this alone, I couldn’t live with myself.”

Your eyes stayed on his as he cupped your cheek with his hand. “I love you.”

You sucked in a breath before swallowing. “Yet you still broke your promise.” 

Dean frowned, squinting slightly as he tried to figure out what you could mean.

“The note.” 

His eyes flashed with realisation before he opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “I told you to come back when you had grown up and were ready to walk away, and only when.”

His face dropped. “When I came that was true. Sam made me promise that when it happened I would follow through on that promise and I did. I did for you and for him.” He moved closer stroking your cheek. “Sweetheart you have to believe me.”

“I do believe you. But you still broke that promise.” You took a breath to compose yourself. “And I can’t wait forever, Dean.”

[dumbgoondog]

From GN!AFAB!Reader, Choco on caramel and coffee in a white bowl!!! For Yujjiiiii x3

Curse!Yuji Sundae

Chocolate on caramel and coffee, in a white bowl. GN!AFAB!Reader. Cursed Spirit AU where reader is kidnapped and being owned by Curse!Yuji, and you two are about to get it on for the first time.

Cw/Tw - Kidnapping. Stockholm Syndrome, Lima Syndrome, blood, dub con, non human D, unprotected p in v, slight breeding kink mention, toxic, Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

Started out as thoughts and then kinda became a fic, oops. Curse!Yuji is making me rethink the Yuji alphabet, so I might redo that.

Yuji, who despite everything, couldn’t stand the thought of a moment without you. Even if you began to hate him, he needed you to see him. He wanted to take care of you.

Yuji, who said nothing to his grand uncle and snuck out to collect you. The way you struggled but were so warm against him and he was holding you for the first time too! His heart felt like it would explode from his chest.

Yuji, taking you back to the web, and bringing you to his burrow and room, making a web shackle and locking you in with him.

Yuji, not knowing what to do from here so he just sits and stares watching you panic and struggle the way the blood that made a shallow pool in the bottom of the room sloshes around you. Yuji who listens to your every plea and shout of anger, noting how you flip between them so drastically but Yuji never responds.

Yuji sits there for hours, watching you ride out the adrenaline, struggling and trying everything you can to get freedom. Yuji watches you cry and beg and Yuji can’t help but feel mesmerized.

Finally you pass out. Yuji doesn’t understand, well actually he does, he’s just in denial about it right now. Maybe he could ask someone else for advice?

Yuji who leaves after putting a blanket over you to go find someone… Sukuna maybe? What about Mahito? Choso?

Yuji who definitely starts to feel the guilt kick in and starts getting stuff to make you food and other comforting things.

Yuji who’s waiting in the dark corner of his room when you wake and scared the shit out of you.

Yuji who puts his lower hands up his eyes widening and he begins to ramble, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I have to! I won’t hurt you, I promise! Please I’m so sorry, please don’t yell!”

Yuji who’s trying so hard to convince you that he’s your friend that you both can be such good friends, that he got you new clothes and food!

Yuji who’s honestly really excited to dress you up in clothes he picked out.

Yuji who lets you panic and struggle against your shackles but he’s patient and you’re still so tired.

Yuji who comes forward with your food but stops as you tell him to stay away from you, so he continues to try and console you, “I promise I won’t eat you! I’m trying to help you! I got you food and clothes! I’m sorry I know this is scary but trust me! I’m your friend!”

—

Yuji who’s had you for a nearly a year now.

Sukuna has finally met you now, Mahito, Choso, and the others know about you too now! Though they haven’t met you because Yuji is just a bit protective and possessive.

Yuji who’s gained enough trust now to give you your food and bring you gifts. He’s a bit worried you might try to escape with the gifts though…

Yuji got you a pool float bed, so that you don’t have to sit and lay in the blood of his room. Yuji loves watch you Bob around on it as you sleep your ankle lightly tugging you back to the corner so you don’t just float all around the room.

Yuji also got a dresser for all of your clothes he’s been getting you, and he’s even asked which ones you like the most so he can get more of that style.

Yuji who when you’re in a good mood gets to talk to you! If he’s not careful though some topics will remind you of things and you get sad and clam up.

Yuji who even got you to start calling him by his name! And recently every time you say it his heart flutters and he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you.

Yuji also loves that sometimes you’ll sleep deep enough that he can come over and brush your hair as you sleep. Yuji loves that so much, it’s so wholesome and domestic that he forgets you two aren’t together.

Yuji who has started jerking off to you as you sleep and his pathetic little whimpers and apologetic pleas. Once you woke up and pretended to sleep to listen to him. Never once has he touched you or cum on you during it though. He always sits in his web in the corner.

Yuji who after he does that, every time without fail, brings you gifts. Your favorite snacks, a new book, new clothes, something to decorate your corner, anything.

Yuji who doesn’t know that you’ve been beating yourself up because you have slowly been growing to LIKE him. Your captor. The MONSTER, holding you captive for how long now? A few months? A year? You can’t tell time in here.

Yuji who’s noticed that you’ve been flipping back and forth between being open with him and hostile like the beginning and he doesn’t understand WHY.

Yuji who despite your flippant behavior is still being as sweet as possible and offers to finally take you to see the neighborhood… as long as you wear cuffs one side on you and the other to him.

Yuji who’s surprised when you say no, and ask for a clock. Who is he to deny you though? Yuji just wants you to be happy here with him.

—

Yuji didn’t mean to walk in on you but he’s frozen watching you. Your fingers slipping between wet folds playing with your clit and tugging it slightly before sliding down to your entrance to tease. The breathy sounds, the whimpers, he wanted to paint a picture because how could something so amazing exist?

The way your body shook and twitched, at such light touches, the noises that spilled from your lips the chimes of the heavens. How you laid on your side legs pulled to your chest, a hand snaked between your thighs playing with those pretty puffy wet folds, the creamy arousal dripping from you. The icing on the cake, the big sweater you’re holding, HIS sweater.

Yuji wants to move to get a better view, to come closer to you, to touch even! His legs won’t move though, and every word is caught in his throat. There’s a tightness in his pants that makes him squeeze his eyes shut from how hard he was getting just watching you.

You on the other hand, huff and pant having given up over a month ago on holding onto dignity. You knew it was your brain becoming victim to Stockholm, trying to help you make best of the situation, but at the same time could you not be delusional and enjoy this for your own sanity? So what if it was delusional, maybe things could get better, become healthy even!

For now though, you chase pleasure, his moans from lonesome nights guiding you in your fingers dance through draperies to your home. You imagine his embrace, hands touching along you so sweetly, nervously even. His whimpers against you and how his hands would feel against you, and pushing into you.

You gasp finally slipping a finger in, lips quivering from what felt like hours of teasing, a sweet song singing from them, “a-ah~! Yuji!”

Yuji straightens. He heard you, correctly right? You just moaned HIS name right?

He swallows a hand moving to his pants tugging them down just enough to free his cock. He bites his lip holding back a whimper as he twitches and takes himself into his hand pulling back the foreskin and starting to stroke his length as it twists and curls around his fist.

He’s trying to match your pace, and as much as your fingers go in the same amount he strokes of himself. You’re whimpering trying to pick up the pace, that high so far but so close if you can just find the right rope to climb. Both of you coming more undone the more you both touch and languish in the pleasures of the body.

Finally Yuji can’t hold back a gasp, and you jolt to cover yourself and hide the sweater. He jolts as well seeing you jerk up and see him, much like you he’s trying to cover himself and you’re both stammering for words. Finally he speaks up, “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to peep or perv on you- I got back early and you said my name- you looked so lovely- I’m so sorry-“

“No no- I- Yuji-“ you stammer embarrassed flushed, and sweaty. You were getting so close but now you had a chance for something better. Swallowing you glance down and murmur, “Please… please help me finish, Yuji.”

Yuji snaps his gaze back to you eyes widening and he opens his mouth just to close it again. Almost to excitedly, he’s pushing into the blood and wading through to get to your pool float. You sit up a bit startled by how quickly he’s moving but relax a bit when he stops at the edge waiting for your permission first.

You nod and he crawls on moving to loom over you, you glance down eye widening seeing the tentacle writhing between your legs. It’s slightly glowing with a wine color and dripping pre- blood? You’re not sure. The tip reaches down and licks up your folds with a shaky nervousness.

Both of you shudder, and you reach up to push him off getting a small surprised and sad noise from the curse. You push him onto his back and Yuji’s eyes widen as you straddle him rubbing his length between your folds. Both of his hands fly to your hips and his tip curls around your clit squeezing and rubbing it.

Again you both tremble in pleasure but you lift your hips and his eager length follows with the tip tracing to your entrance. You roll your hips teasing him in, giving shaky breaths and he’s squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise his chest rising and falling with very quick breaths. You push down more and more and he’s shaking choking on the pleasure, you can tell he’s holding back but how long will that last?

Not long is the answer, because once he reaches full hilt inside of you he’s lifting your hips up and bringing them down to meet his again midway. You gasp and squeeze in pleasure and slight pain, still relishing in the full feeling of him inside you, but he’s to eager. His hips are smacking up into you feverishly, he’s panting and moaning as you lean over gasping, “Y-yuujjii~! Slow! Slow down!”

“C-can’t! You feel too good! So wet, so tight-“ Yuji pants thrusting and squeezing at your ass trying to milk you for all of your noises and the lovely creaminess of your cunt. You both are still riding the pleasure from the solo so it’s not taking much for both of you to get back to the high again. Yuji’s second set of arms wrap around you and pull you in tight as he starts kissing up your neck, “Fuck- I feel- I feel so good, please- please I wanna cum in you so badly!”

You gasp at the words, the kisses, his warm embrace- and cum hard. Squeezing and fluttering you cry out in pleasure and he gasp milking your orgasm until he can’t hold it in. He pulls out and you can feel his length squirm and rut up against your ass as thick hot ropes of cum spurt onto your back.

Finally you both are twitching and panting, sticky and messy. You close your eyes, deciding to ignore any talks that would need to be had or things to think about for now focusing on rest. Which Yuji is happy for because you’re falling asleep on top of him, and he can protect you so good like this.

[starlightsuffered]

Heyyy, could you do a fic about the reader staying over at timothée’s house and getting her period out of nowhere and staining the bedsheets and feeling ashamed but Tim comforting her.

I hope requests are open, love ya!

Thanks For Being You

Info - sleepover, unexpected period, Shame, some mentions of sex, lingerie

I felt giddy excitement thrill through me. I was so damn excited for my first sleep over with Timothée. We’d been together almost a year, but he’d been busy with filming. This was our first chance to get to be this intimate.

I couldn’t wait to be held by my boyfriend instead of falling asleep on FaceTime with him. I was now in his apartment shower. We’d had a candle lit dinner and watched a movie together.

I’d brought an overnight bag. I brushed my teeth, fluffed my hair, and put on a silky nightgown. We hadn’t discussed it, but it would be lovely to make love and then sleep in each others arms. I thought this new nightgown would help convince him.

I bounded out of the bathroom. Timothée had gone to shower in the spare bath. I arranged myself on the bed, legs spread, and tried to look seductive.

I was hyper. I couldn’t even think of sleep at the moment. I was happy this was all happening. I’d felt incredibly sad and tired yesterday until Timothée had proposed this idea.

I waited with bated breath for Timmy to return. I sucked in a gasp when he entered the room. His hair was still wet, and he only pajama bottoms that were low on his hips.

“Fuck me baby,” I said in my most seductive voice. I saw his lips quirk up and he turned to me. In mere seconds his smile disappeared.

“Um, Mon amour,” he said hesitantly.

“Is it the night gown? Is it too much? I know you said I look good in blue but the green looked so nice,” I rambled.

“No, baby, look down,” he indicated the sheets under me.

I could have screamed and sobbed simultaneously at what I saw. I had left a circular stain of red on his sheets. I must’ve missed the beginning of my period in the shower.

“I’m sorry,” was all I could manage to get out. I felt tears of shame begin to fill my eyes. I wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. I sniffed unhappily. All my skin was on fire and I couldn’t manage to meet his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey, c’mere,” Timothée said, dropping his clothes and coming to me. He gathered me into his arms. He kissed my forehead.

“It’s no big deal, I even have some stuff here,” he offered.

“You do?” I sniffed.

“Yeah, for friends or visitors who may need it,” he shrugged.

“You’re amazing,” I said tearfully.

“They’re in the lower shelf in the bathroom. I’ll change the sheets while you get yourself feeling better,” he said sweetly.

I nodded, still feeling a bit guilty. I went to the bathroom. I cleaned up and splashed some cold what on my face to cool my shame. I changed my underwear and put on the shabbier pajamas I’d packed. I looked much more frumpy and tired than I had in my nice mini gown.

I slowly walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Timothée was smiling sweetly and he held a heating pad and pack of chocolate.

“I ruined your sheets, I don’t deserve candy,” I sniffled.

“Oh baby girl,” Timothée crooned. He put the things down and hugged me close.

“I wrecked our sleepover,” I said pitifully.

“No, you didn’t sweetie,” he corrected me. “I’m still going to have a lovely time.”

“You promise?” I asked, meeting his eyes finally.

“I do,” he said. He guided my lips to his. He pressed a few chaste kisses to my mouth. He was sweet and gentle.

“We can still have sex if you want, I don’t mind,” he whispered.

“The mood is totally different for me,” I said.

“That’s more than understandable,” he said, rubbing my back.

“Thanks for being you,” I said in a tiny voice.

“And thanks for being you,” he replied and kissed my nose.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[jayjj7]

chapter 17. realization

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after receiving the news from haerin about your whereabouts, you get off the bed you’re on.

“shit!” the first step you take is into a bucket, your second step you take to try and balance yourself is supposed to be the floor but you step into another bucket knocking it over. this unbalance causes you to trip onto the floor with a loud crashing noise due to the…5..? buckets around the bed..?

you groan from the pain and that’s when you notice the throbbing headache you have but before you can get up from the floor, the door swings open.

“y/n?” danielle walks in with a first aid kit in hand. a panicked look is on her face as she expected you to be on her bed but instead are on the floor.

“oh my god y/n! are you okay? do you feel like throwing up? are you too hot? too cold? do you want-“ danielle rambles as she squats down to your height to help you lift yourself up from the floor. this is when you notice you’re not wearing your scrubs, you’re wearing a grey hoodie with black sweatpants. as hard as you try to remember, you don’t remember changing out of your scrubs. the last thing you can remember is being in danielle’s car.

“what? no dani i’m fine, seriously” you look up at danielle to see subtle eye bags on her face.

out of instinct you grab her face, tracing your thumb underneath her eye. “you didn’t sleep did you?”

“no i was so worried about you. come i made you breakfast” she brushes off the fact she didn’t sleep much last night way too quickly as she grabbed your hand to lead you out of her room.

danielle had served you some warm stew and scorching hot ginger tea. it was at this moment you realized how…orange…her hands were..?

“thank you dani i really appreciate it, you didn’t have to do all this really” you thank as you blow on your soup to cool it down.

“this is all my fault y/n i have to fix it” her voice is sad, probably exhausted because of how little sleep she got. danielle sits down next to you on her dinner table, tired, one arm is posted up supporting her head.

“no it’s not, don’t beat yourself up for that please” you look at her with a smile to try and cheer her up but her expression is serious.

danielle can only sigh, “i made a doctors appointment for you. it’s in a couple hours” she avoids eye contact, fidgeting with the zipper of her sweater.

“you what?” you drop your spoon in your soup.

“dani is hate the doctors” you whine, covering your face.

“but y/n, you’re a doctor?” danielle has genuine confusion painted on her face.

“but not for people!”

yes you’re veterinarian but you were always scared when you had your bi-yearly checkups at the doctors. ironic you became a vet knowing how anxious being near a hospital made you. there wasn’t anything that prompted you to be so scared of the doctors or anything, no bad experience as a kid, just a phobia.

so there you were: sitting in the waiting room, awaiting your name being called, danielle next to you, trying to call you down with pictures on her phone, explaining the story behind each picture. danielle’s almost motherly demeanor helped you ease up a bit, laughing quietly every once in a while. leaning your head on her shoulder and closing your eyes helped you feel grounded. that was until your name was called by a doctor who had walked out.

“y/n?” the doctor calls out after looking down at her clipboard.

suddenly your calm state was erased and anxiety filled your body as you froze. heat rising in your body, unsure if you should run away or not. thankfully danielle was there to assist you. she was the first to stand up and help you up by holding your hand and rubbing your back. she treated you as if you were unable to move properly but in reality you were just scared shitless.

as you and danielle walk up to the doctor to follow behind her, she interrupts.

“oh sorry only relatives are allowed to be let in with the patient” the doctor holds her hand hand in front of danielle as a ‘stop’ motion.

panicked at being left alone, you say the first thing to pop in your head to counter this obstacle.

“she’s my s-“

“i’m her wife” danielle smiles as she rubs your back.

“my mistake, come on in” the doctor instructs as she lets you both in. your face heating up as you follow the doctor into a room, danielle taking a hold of your hand.

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[se4ttlellie]

YOU’RE HIS AND NOT MINE - E.WILLIAMS (PART 3)

Warnings : Argument, angst, shouting, break up, domestic dispute, crying, anger, sadness, swearing, guilt, lack of guilt, confession

Summary : In which, y/n crumbles in front of Ben like she thought she would and she finds out something detrimental

Authors Note : I knew that this story was going to be a bit of an emotional rollercoaster but, even I was going through the emotions when writing this. I think this is my shortest but possibly most intense one. Also, had to do quite a bit of rambling and build up so I apologise for that. Enjoy! <3

Purple is y/n

Green is Ellie

Blue is Ben

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You make it back to your boyfriend’s house and, before walking in, you stand by the front door, taking in a deep breath and you are quite nervous about how this will go.

Upon walking inside, Ben is sat on the sofa, scrolling on his phone with a coffee in his hand. He smiles at you and you smile back, secretly dying inside.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey handsome. What have you been doing?”

“Oh I’ve just cleaned up a bit and I was just chilling down here.”

You smile, nodding, and then you notice the time. It’s 11:27pm and you’re only now getting home. You check your phone to make sure you’re not reading it wrong and you’re not.

“Shit. I’m so sorry for coming home so late.”

“It’s alright, love. Is your mum okay?”

“Wha- oh yeah she’s fine.”

You swallow hard, having forgot your fake story you told him because your memory is so clouded with what just happened.

You guys make your way up to his room and you get in bed, snuggling into his arms. You close your eyes, pulling the blanket over yourself and just hiding pretty much.

The next morning, you wake up and your hair is all fucked up and your mascara is smudged as you forgot to take off your makeup last night.

With an annoyed groan, you start to get ready for the day ahead. Thankfully, it’s a Friday so you’ve just got one more day of school left before the weekend.

After curling your hair and removing and reapplying your makeup, you’re ready to go. When you go back to Ben’s room to get dressed, he’s still fucking asleep.

“For fucks sake… Ben. Get up. It’s nearly time to go.”

He wakes up, groggy and tired. You laugh, kissing his forehead before getting changed for the day. Your outfit is a black crop top, ripped jeans and a nice chunky belt with some jewellery.

When you’re done, to your annoyance, Ben is already done and ready to go. You look at him, confused.

“How the fuck are you already ready? And are those yesterday’s clothes?”

“I’m quick and yes they are.”

You both laugh, checking the time again and heading out, getting in your car and making your way to school.

When you get through the gates, obviously the first person you see is Ellie. Usually, you’d be thrilled about that but not really right now considering Ben is next to you.

You smile at her and wait for Ben to leave before saying anything. She grabs your arm and pulls you away so that Ben really can’t see or hear you.

You both just start talking about random stuff, laughing and joking with your best friend like last night didn’t happen.

Throughout the day, your lies are bubbling up inside of you and you start to get more and more stressed, considering every single possibility ever, even that there was people spying through the window and they sent a photo of you and Ellie to Ben. Like, realistically, what the fuck?

Finally, the bell rings for your last class and you almost get excited about the weekend until you realise that you’re staying at Ben’s the whole weekend. Yay…

He meets you at the gate, eyes Ellie up as she hugs you goodbye. He did promise that he wouldn’t say anything to her after Wednesday’s incident but he never promised no dirty looks, I guess.

You make your way home together, staying relatively silent, besides from a few odd sentences about your day or his day or what you ate blah blah blah.

When you make it home, you’re snuggled on the sofa, watching Brooklyn 99 when suddenly, you pause it. He looks at you confused.

“Ben… I need to talk to you.”

“Okay, what’s up babe?”

“I know that you’re going to be really mad at me, which is completely understandable, but it’s been eating away at me all day and I can’t keep lying to you like this.”

You pause, considering what you’re doing and especially the consequences. You contemplate back tracking but you’re too far gone now. You have to tell him.

“Wha-“

“I slept with Ellie last night! I’m so sorry, it just happened. I went over to hers and I kissed her and we jus-“

“WHAT?!”

“I know, I’m so sorry. This totally isn’t like me and I understand if you never want to see me again but… I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You’re fucking sorry?!”

Ben pauses for an awkwardly long time, seemingly considering his next words very carefully. You want to say something but you’re waiting for him to as it looks like he’s got something on the tip of his tongue.

“Fine. We’re doing confessions are we? Okay? I’ve been cheating on you for 3 months with multiple women.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, you were so fucking boring in bed and you can’t kiss for shit.”

“Ben… what the fuck?! I slip up once and you blow up in my face, which I understand, I did something wrong, but then you tell me this?!”

You genuinely couldn’t put into words how mad you are right now. You perfectly understand that what you did was wrong but seriously? If what I did was like a 8/10 bad, his is like an 80/10 bad.

Seriously, how could he not burst with guilt and regret when he saw me? At least the first time. Maybe not after that because his body was apparently immune to love after that but at least the first! Right?

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I did something to disobey you and our love and I couldn’t even go 24 hours without breaking down and telling you. You’ve been doing it for 3 months while still acting the same!”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck you Ben. If it wasn’t over before, it definitely is now. Never fucking speak to me again, dickhead. And, you know what? Ellie was better in bed than you. Fuck you.”

You storm out, knowing that if you stay in this asshole’s presence for much longer, you’re gonna lash out and, as much as you’d like to give him a free nose job, you don’t want that on your head.

Only after you’re about 5 minutes down the road and the anger has clouded over do you realise you have nowhere to go. So, of course, you ring Ellie

“Ellie, fucking pick up! …Ellie, I’m so fucking pissed off right now, you don’t even understand so I’m coming over.”

“What the fuck happened?”

“I’ll tell you when I get there.”

“Okay…”

You angrily put down the phone, feeling a little bad for how rude you were to Ellie but you know that she will understand considering your tone of voice.

You make your way over to Ellie’s, your anger turning into sadness as you walk through the rain. Your rage soon turn to tears, crying the whole way there.

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Taglist : @elliesanqel @ellieslvvt @bloodywilliams @ashlynlovestlou

[princessbrunette]

barry x reader relationship, wether it’s platonic or anything else else is just something so serious to me now, like i can just imagine reader who sees barry angry for the first time and since she’s so used to comforting angry rafe she goes over and gives him one of her sweet little hugs that always clam rafe down, and tells barry not to be sad because he’s her best friend (he always gives her candy and money and is nice to her which automatically makes him her bestfriend much to rafe’s dismay, i don’t make the rules sorry!)

or maybe something in reverse where reader is upset & hiding from rafe (who’s waving her off cs he’s used to her dramatic tantrums and he’ll take care of her in a minute) and barry finds her & listens to her rant and sniffle about the situation, and he’s just mockingly agreeing with her the whole time, like “you’re right doll, he should have let you sit in his lap, that asshole.” & “How fucking dare he let go off your hand? this is bullshit, i honestly can’t believe it.” just riling her up more and more until rafe finally comes to find her and is like “stop encouraging her., please” bc he knows in her little head that barry being on her side and justifying her actions is all the more reason to keep being bratty, but is off too late now. Barry has made her believe she’s right.

“stop encouraging her, please” NAJDJDJD rafe is so tired 😭😭😭

nah but barry is playing a long game, and whilst you’d never leave rafe because you love him too much, you’re happy barry is around to listen when rafe is being dumb. he’s always slipping you some extra money, pressing the notes into your hand telling you “incase country club ain’t lookin’ after you.” and nodding along intently whilst you ramble about how mean rafe was, looking up at you as he rolls his joint to say “now all i’m saying is that if i secured a girl as bad as you? shit, i wouldn’t fumble it like he does. would treat you like a princess, for real.” and like rafe DOES mostly and yk you’re just being silly but it’s nice to have barry affirm you yk???

whenever you show up with rafe, barry is instantly on you, squeezing your cheek all “and how’re you, lil miss? this one treating you good? or am i gonna have to have words with him?” nodding his head towards rafe who’s already rolling his eyes and pulling you to stand at his other side.

and barry is lovely to you !! truly !! you don’t understand why rafe gets so irritated with him !! it’s because what you don’t know, is he’s holding you over rafes head to continue doing a good job pushing his product. he’s all smiles, until you leave the room and then he’s closing in on rafe like “i tell you what, pretty boy — keep fuckin’ with my money and i just might have to show your girl what she’s missin’… you don’t want that, right? yeah, i thought so. sell my shit and get my money.” before walking off, leaving rafe more pissed than ever, vowing to stop bringing you to his meets with barry :(

[jhoneybees]

Hey there! I absolutely adore your work and I was wondering if you could write a fluff piece with 70s E? I’m thinking, 1975/76-ish. The reader is wayyy younger than him (like, early twenties), and he’s sort of insecure about being “too old” for her? Something real cute and fluffy? Thank youuu! ☺️

Ahh!! My first ever request!! Thank you for requesting! I love this idea so much, made my heart clench :(

I really hope you like it!

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Too Old

Elvis and you have been dating for a couple of years now and your relationship is quite publicly open, especially the obvious 20 year age gap but that doesn't stop you two from loving each other. You adore Elvis in every way and same goes for him, you two couldn't have asked for another lover in the whole world, you both love eachother so much.

The newspapers often ramble on about the age gap you two have and he knows he should just ignore it but Elvis can't help it to think maybe he's too old for you, thinking he can't catch up with you and your young antics. The thought of dating a 40 year old man while you're in your early twenties does seem a little much but the love you have for your boyfriend is all that fills your mind. Having to slow down for Elvis so he could catch up is something you really don't mind doing, you would be sad if he misses out on anything.

You two are usually quite open with your thoughts and feelings but Elvis worrying about his age is something he doesn't want you to know, the thought of him being an old man as he watches you from the couch, dancing with your friends at a party or squeezing your thigh gently as you sit on his lap whilst chatting with the others about things that he doesn't understand in this new generation made him feel so insecure.

One night after a party, Elvis stumbles into the TV room, sitting himself down on the couch and grabbing the remote to flick through the channels on his TVs as you get yourself ready for bed upstairs in the bedroom. That stupid thought of his age is really getting to him, he thinks of you possibly leaving him to go find someone more suitable for your young age is eating him alive. His thoughts get interrupted by you calling his name, he calls for you in a tired tone “In the TV room” Your walking turns into a skip making your way to him, seeing Elvis watching a random dramatic soapy on one of the TVs, you quietly sit beside him. His arm wrapping around you so you could rest against his chest, you let out a content sigh as your hand slips through the low V cut shirt Elvis has on to feel his soft chest hair. The silent moment made you smile, the cosy ambience of being in Graceland watching TV with Elvis was something you have always dreamt of doing as a teenager but a prickly feeling made you come back from your daydreaming, a feeling that something was wrong with Elvis. He has been quiet this past week but you just thought he was just tired which he usually is but you realised maybe there's something else.

Looking up to see Elvis' face blank with a hint of sadness as his blue eyes stare at the television. You carefully sit up and ask him “Feelin' alright?” Earning a quiet hum in return. You frown slightly “Are you sure Elvis?” Elvis' eyes that were glued to the TV looks down at your hand that sits on his thigh, he looks up at you noticing you worryingly watching him. Giving you a soft smile, he nods “I'm alright honey, don't worry about me” with a slow nod you reply with a “Ok” kissing his cheek softly before returning to the position you were in before.

After a few minutes of reappearing silence you begin talking about something that you and your friends have been babbling on about and Elvis just replies with quiet hums and uhuh’s. He doesn't understand what you're talking about so he hesitantly interrupts “I-i'm sorry honey but could ya explain that?” You nod as you obediently sit up making Elvis' hand slide from your hip to your knee. “It's about the Beatles! Lucy was tellin' me about how she went to one of their concerts and told me how much she loved it” Elvis nods, a thought running in his head that maybe he's losing his musical touch and everyone is losing interest in him now.

You continue to babble on, not noticing Elvis' eyes drifting away from you and giving his troubling thoughts attention. Your talking comes to a halt as you watch Elvis look down at the carpet, your eyebrows furrow “Elvis darling…” turning his head to look at you with your fingers on his chin, he smiles weakly “ M’sorry y/n got carried away” he chuckles unconvincingly “what's on your mind?” You ask. Elvis gulps and looks down from your eyes before he gently moves your hand away from his chin, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. He sighs “I'm too old for you…” your eyebrows furrow even more, shaking your head as you bring your other hand to cup his cheek “Elvis sweetie..” he can't bear to look you in the eye “You always wait for me to catch up on ya…on this young generation” you knew Elvis gets insecure about himself a lot and it really breaks your heart, you want him to see what you see of him in your eyes. A loving man that gives you all his love that you never asked for. “Honey, I don't mind waiting on you… it means the world to me for you to join in on the fun” you smile nervously, he shakes his head “better to just leave me and go find someone younger” you shake your head frantically and a sad “No..” leaves your mouth. Cupping both of his cheeks forcing him to look you in the eye “How could I ever leave you? You're my baby, my honey, my love” He gulps again as he listens “We may have a big age gap but I don't care about that Elvis, I really don't…all I care about is loving you, taking care of you, waiting on you. I'd do anything..” your voice begins to crack, the nasty thoughts that were plaguing his mind disappear as he hears your devotion for him. “Doesn't matter how old you may be I will always love you no matter what” Elvis smiles softly “You mean it?” You nod in return “I swear on my own grave” he looks at you in awe “I love you so damn much..” he says just above a whisper “I love you too, daddy” making him genuinely laugh.

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[baileypie-writes]

i need a male reader with veneer asap i dont care what happends but im desperate atp🛐🛐🙏🙏

A/N ~ Sure! I hope you enjoy like the story I picked out!

~I’ll Take Care of You!~

(Part 2 here!)

Veneer x Male!Sick!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Male

Relationship: Romantic

Synopsis: You’re sick, and Veneer insists on taking care of you.

Warnings: Reader having a cold, Veneer being a bit protective, cringe

You felt yourself being pulled out of your dreamless sleep by your ringtone. Rolling over with a groan and a dry cough, you checked your phone to see who was calling you: Veneer. Of course.

You answered his call. “Hey, Veneer.” Your voice was raspy.

“Hey babe. Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah.” You coughed again.

“Woah, you feeling okay?” Veneer asked, concern in his voice. As you were now fully wake, you came to the realization that, no, you in fact were not feeling okay. Your throat was really sore.

“No, not really. I got a sore throat.” Before you could say anything else, a dramatic gasp came from your phone.

“Oh no, are you sick? I’m coming over!” His words came out very fast, making his concern more obvious.

“That’s okay Veneer, I can take care of myself.” You tried to calm him down. While you loved your boyfriend, you didn’t want do deal with him hovering over you all day. You just wanted to sleep. But your attempt was proven to be a failure, because you could hear him zipping up his jacket, and grabbing his car keys.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon!” Said Veneer, clearly not hearing what you said. “Love you, bye!” He hung up. You flopped onto your back and let out a long sigh.

“Well, at least I can stay in bed all day.”

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About ten minutes later, you heard a car pull into your driveway. You knew who it was, and knew he had a key to your house, so you didn’t bother getting up. You heard the door unlock and open, followed by Veneer calling your name.

“I’m in here!” You called hoarsely. You heard quick footsteps approaching your room, then your bedroom door swung open.

“Hey! How you doing?” Veneer asked, clearly still worried. He walked towards you bed. You shimmied out your covers to sit up.

“Not any better than I was ten minutes ago.”

Veneer gave you a sad look, then put his hand to your forehead. “Yikes, you’re pretty warm. Do you have a thermometer?”

“I’m pretty sure I do. It should be in the cabinet to the right of the stove.” Veneer nodded, then zipped out of the room. You heard some digging around in the kitchen, then the sound of the cabinet closing. Your boyfriend came back a few seconds later, thermometer in hand. He held it in front of your face, so you put it under your tongue.

The two of you sat in awkward silence for about twenty seconds. Then the thermometer let out a beep, signaling that it was done taking your temperature. You took it out of your mouth, and looked at the tiny screen.

“Damn, 100.2 degrees.”

“Oh no, that’s high! I’m so sorry! Can I get you anything? Are you hungry? I can make you something-” There he went again. Nervous rambling.

“I would really appreciate it if you got me some medicine and some soup.”

“You got it! Just sit back, and let your amazing boyfriend, Veneer, take care of you!” Once again, he ran to the kitchen. You sighed, and layed back down. Before you could fully fall back asleep though, a question popped up in your brain.

“Does Veneer even know how to cook?”

The question worried you for a second, but you decided that you were too tired to care. You just let yourself fall back asleep, fully trusting Veneer to take care of you.

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~~baileypie-writes

[negiwave2000]

happy birthday <3 i’m sorry it’s late. i’ve been trying to type something out for literal hours but it appears I can’t express my love for you and your work in words, at least not right now. i think I think about you everyday. i don’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything at all so you don’t need to respond to this. i just really wanna make you smile :) for everything your music has done for me and stuff, it’s the least i could do. truly. like i’ve wanted to send asks for a while, and I hopefully will do explaining what makes you so special to me if you’d like, i’d just end up saying a lot and I don’t want to then make you feel some sort of bad. It’s really nice for myself too, that I’ve watched you for so long and witch such consistency that your music and what it has to say serves as a voice in my life. Looking at your songs from when I first started watching you helps me remember things, I like your simple style and then when you go beyond or outside it especially. it’s like your music is a safe food for me, like I can believe here that it itself isn’t going to care how much I listen to it or can memorise it or whether I actually like it that much. It’s just part of my life, like a friend, like I stay with it by choice and it keeps going for me by choice too, and that’s plenty. That goes for both the happy and sad or angry stuff, the positive and negative, the hating and the loving, healthy and unhealthy, the real and the few fictional since god I hope I love you and the meaty chan song are fictional… whatever it could be, I don’t think you can really tell what music of yours won’t end up special to me, but again when you do something I know you’ve put a lot of effort and thought into, well then you can tell what will end up in my little heart.

reminder that it isn’t you and it doesn’t define you, even if you want it to I guess. I’ve seen you get worried about “not doing enough” and also “doing too much” for your fans I think. I’m fine with anything, the music you have made will always be there, and hopefully so will you, somewhere (in uhhhh washington apparently). I just wanted to show my honest appreciation, celebrating my number one western producer, also cause birthdays arent usually very good days for people like me and, from what is presented, you. So, like…

Don’t give up, get well soon, it’s not a cycle, the cure will be in your hands someday, I’ll cut his dick off, endure it, life will still go on, you can escape again, I promise. (I’m sorry I had to like slide that in there to keep things silly I had to) and see like I could still say more and more. Again you don’t have to respond, I think that’d be too big of a task which how much a ramble. I just wanted to show you to keep trying life and loving yourself, looking after yourself, whatever you can and whatever you want really. I just hope to make things better. I’m tired, I knew I had to say something for you for today but decided to take a more chill approach hoping it’d be quicker and easier for you to digest but I’m worried I’ve ended up sounding like I don’t care. which sucks because you make me really bright and entertaining and entertained and enthusiastic sometimes and I wish I could show you that. but that’s kinda okay, yeah? That’s how the messages I get from all of your songs makes me feel. I hope saying that, well at least to me, it’s all very “it doesn’t matter”, with multiple interpretations or maybe even responses to that statement in each one you bring. I definitely am just going on at this point. But even that is okay I suppose.

Yeah no don’t respond because I don’t see how you could be bothered lol. I think you should be you. And happy and okay if possible, that’s what I want but it’s difficult of course. Uh uh uh I don’t know how to end this sorry. Uh uh love and sparkles and rainbows and bara and sfa2 mikis and

Oowee I’m embarassed now I sure hope there’s no awful typos

srry but im gonna share this anon with the classsssss thank u so much for this ask like ... dang i rlly didnt know thattt some ppl rlly cared for me that deeply lmaooooooo im just some dude that never goes outside bro but.yknow im still rlly grateful n stuff ^o^so thank You sometimes i dont even realize that ppl care abt me at all ,,im always just in my own little world on my little laptop doing whatever. ..