#if people can see my screen i can't write. if people can hear my leg bouncing up and down they will look at me

[vanesycho]

Can i request a jealous Park Jisung please? Like he's so subtle but you notice his jealousy and end up with smut maybe? 🥺🥺

thank you very much to the person who wrote the request, I hope I was able to write something like you wanted, enjoyy🤍🤍

Warning:Smut, a little fingering, p in v

wc:1,5k

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Jisung swallowed hard as he watched you fill the cafe with laughter.You were joking around with Jaemin and keeping in touch, and of course that was okay.On the contrary, he liked how you behaved so well with his friends, even the people he called 'brothers' but today he was definitely not in a mood to like it. His eyes immediately fell on Jaemin’s hand on your shoulder, so caught up in how close the two of you were that he didn’t even notice Chenle calling out to him. "From Earth to Jisung? Hellooo?"

Everyone at the table looked at Chenle as he started yelling louder, you stopped talking to Jaemin and looked at him.When Jisung noticed this, he complained to Chenle. "You didn't have to shout so loud." Chenle rolled his eyes and leaned back as he spoke "Oh, really? Because you've been ignoring me for the last 3 minute. Did you forget about me while watching your girlfriend?"

You had heard what Chenle said and you chuckled at that, he turned his head away when he heard your laugh, he didn't want you to find out that he was jealous or anything, he thought it was embarrassing. I mean, for God's sake, he introduced you to his friends and now he can't act like this. After a while, everyone returned to their old ways, trying to distract himself by joining the conversation and tried not to think about it. "Hey have you seen my cat, Y/n?"

What was this now? You were all talking together, why was he contacting you privately again? He took out his phone and saw him approaching you, he let out a deep breath as you also moved closer to look at the screen. Tried to take his eyes off you, thinking it would be okay if he didn't look at you, but he could still hear your voice. "Aww this is so cute Jaemin, I should definitely see it in real life one day. Looks so cute, look at those feathers."

He couldn’t say anything, he tried not to make it obvious and the day just went by, he heard your laughter with Jaemin all day long...

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"Jisung! Wait!" You shouted after him, he turned around and looked at how far behind you were, he waited for you and when you came to him, you spoke out of breath. "Why didn't you wait for me? When I turned around, I saw that you were already gone."

He spoke in his usual calm tone "I didn't realize it, I was a little distracted." You held his hand as you continued walking down the road, normally he would do this all the time but not this time. Okay, so Jisung wasn't much of a PDA person but he liked holding hands anyway. "I noticed that, are you okay? I didn't want to ask you in front of everyone, I thought you might want to talk privately." He just shook his head in the negative and mumbled "I'm fine."

You didn't press him too much, if there was a problem he would definitely not hesitate to talk to you and you waited for the right time for him to talk.

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When you got home, you quickly put on some comfortable clothes and threw yourself into bed, groaning in exhaustion.Jisung entered the room and you giggled as he laid down on top of you. He buried his head in your neck and kissed, then another, and another. You pushed him away from his shoulders, laughing as your neck got ticklish from it. "Hey you know that tickles."

He didn't answer, looked at you with tired eyes for a while and buried his lips in yours, you responded immediately, sucking your lower lip lazily and you moaned involuntarily at the softness and warmth of his lips. He spread your legs and made you move into a more comfortable position, you realized how much you missed his touch when he started caressing your leg with one hand, starting from your hip. But his hands went to your clothes, you stopped him as he was about to take off. "Jisung- wait. Aren't you moving a little fast?"

He immediately took his hands off you and looked into your eyes with momentary fear. "Oh I'm sorry I just- I don't know." He pulled back and you sat up and held his hands, kissing his lips to calm him down. "Hey hey that's okay, hm? You're a little weird today, I was expecting you to talk about it but you didn't, are you going to talk about it now?"

When he didn't respond you let out a deep breath, one of your hands went to his cheek and started caressing it. “Is it because of my closeness with Jaemin?” He looked at you in surprise, you smiled a little at his expression. "I'm not stupid Jisung, yeah I noticed. I was actually waiting for you to talk to me about this."

He bowed his head, as if he wasn't already embarrassed by this situation, you had already noticed it. Grabbed his chin and made him look at you, you didn't like it when he looked away from you. "There's no shame in that, baby. It's so natural to be jealous. But I just want you to never forget that I love you okay?"

He nodded and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly as he spoke into your ear. "I know, I don't know what's happening to me today, normally this would never be a problem." you giggled and pulled back, kissing his lips, pushing him slightly so he could lie down on the bed as Jisung melted into the kiss.

You spoke in between as you lowered your wet kisses to his neck. "So I haven't been able to give my baby enough attention lately, if you let me...?" You raised your head and looked at him with questioning eyes. While he was looking at you with hunger, he quickly changed position and got on top of you. You looked at him without understanding what was happening. "I want to do it."

You couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness and helped him take off your extra clothes, feeling each other's naked bodies reminding you of how much you missed him again. He spread your legs and easily inserted a finger into your already wet pussy, you held your breath for a moment "Jisung.." He listened to how his name came out of your mouth with such desire, he came closer and started to move his finger slowly inside you while kissing your breasts. You closed your eyes and surrendered yourself to Jisung and pleasure, you started to caress his hair with your hand, his finger continuing to move in and out of your walls.

You whimpered as he pulled his finger out. Licked his finger and soon he got closer and sucked your lower lip for a long time. When he pulled back he whispered against your lips, "I love you." Just as you were about to answer, he thrust his dick inside you without even warning, and you could only moan loudly as you opened your mouth to say the sentence. He silently cursed how tight you were, even his long cock only halfway inside you.

He buried his head in your neck, his moans starting to get muffled, wrapped your legs around his waist and made your hips lift up slightly. Filled the rest of his cock completely inside of you. "F-fuck Jisung...This is too m-much.." He didn't listen to you, too focused on his own pleasure. "Sorry..you feel t-too good." He started moving inside you, his cock filling your pussy completely was at a point where it would drive you both crazy.

At first, with his slow movements, he whispered sweet words into your ear, how much he loved you and how beautiful you looked underneath him...

But when his cock reached your pleasure point, you moaned his name loudly, "Please faster, please.." He didn't hesitate, he sped up his hips, and when his cock started pounding your pussy fast, you felt like you were going to lose your mind.

He pulled his head back from your neck and watched you, watched how you moaned for him and engraved it in his mind, one by one. You were his and you would always be his, no matter who you were close to, no matter who he was jealous of, it didn't matter, he was the one you loved and you were the one he loved.

He groaned as he looked at your sweaty face and slightly open eyes, and as his hips accelerated even faster, he watched how you opened your mouth to moaned his name "Fuck.." he mumbled under his breath and grabbed one of your hands, intertwining your fingers.

"Don't stop- fuck, I'm so close" You whimpered in pleasure. He didn't stop his movements, occasionally placing kisses on your cheek and neck. He could feel you getting closer as he filled your pussy with his cock with dominance.

Your body went limp as you moaned incessantly, he shamelessly watching the juices flowing from your pussy down Jisung’s cock. He pulled his cock out of you and cummed on your stomach, fluids starting to slide between your legs.

He threw himself next to you tiredly and looked at you, you came closer and laid your head on his chest. Lifted your head and gave him a kiss before burying your head back into his chest. "I love you too."

[skylarsblue]

I still have more. More Incorrect Quotes.

(Accidentally had a lot more fem!Y/N than intended but it's overall GN!) Alex: What made you think you’d be good for the military? Y/N: I worked at a Waffle House in America. Alex: Ah, alright, that makes sense.

-- (Interrogating Valeria)

Y/N: Look, Gaz, you know me. I can't- I can't do it. Gaz: Why not? Why can't you interrogate her? Y/N: Because I'm a bisexual with mommy issues, Gaz. And she's as pretty as she is scary. I'm already not that intimidating, she'll laugh at me when I start stuttering and then I'll just be horny. It can't be me. Gaz: ....okay, I'll ask Alejandro-

-- Y/N: I just realized something...I had a bad childhood. Gaz: Yeah we know. Y/N: What do you mean you know? Soap: Look at how you stand! People who had good childhoods don't stand like that. Y/N: How do I stand?! Gaz: Like Ghost. Ghost: ...I don't appreciate the call out but fair-

-- Price: Where are you going?! Y/N: To either get ice cream or commit a felony, I'll decide in the car!

-- Ghost after watching Fem!Y/N do an incredibly risky move: I just...Is she blind?? Suffering some form of brain damage?

-- (Tw; Hollywood Undead unalive song)

Y/N: My legs are dangling off the edge, the bottom of the bottle is my only friend, I think I'll sli- Price: EXCUSE ME?! WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?? Y/N: Wh- No Captain, it's just a so- Price: GHOST GET THE BASE PSYCH ON THE PHONE Y/N: CAPTAIN IT'S A SONG I'M FINE- Well I'm not bUT NO WAIT HANG ON-

-- Valeria: *screaming in spanish* Y/N: ... Gaz: Don't. Y/N, blushing: I'm trying-

-- (During movie night; watching Venom)

Y/N: *pauses on that scene where Venoms sticks his tongue out at the guy in the street* ....Hear me out- Gaz: NO! NO. Y/N: NO NO LISTEN, LISTEN- Soap: Let them speak. Gaz: Don't encourage this! Y/N, pointing at the screen: LOOK AT IT! LOOK! Objectively you have to understand- Gaz: NOOO, it eats people! Soap: THAT TONGUE IS THREE FEET LONG AT LEAST! Gaz: No, I will not be hearing anyone out! I- GHOST, Ghost, back me up. Tell them they shouldn't want to fuck the ALIEN. Ghost, looking at the screen: Ethically, it's wrong. Gaz: Thank you. Ghost: ...objectively- Y/N: AHA! SEE?!

-- Ghost: *bends over* Y/N: *silently flips out* Soap, quietly: Wh-what? What are you-?! Y/N: SHHH *grabs Soap's jaw and turns him to look* Soap: *slack jaw* Damn- Y/N: fuckingdamnindeed- Ghost: *turns around* Soap: So it's your turn to pick dinner, what're you thinking? Y/N: Oh I dunno, maybe something pork related, uh, or cake- Soap: Aha, yeah...cake. Ghost: ....??

--

Fem!Y/N: I am not the mom of 141, that's ridiculous. Someone: You make all of them lunch every day with fruit cut into shapes, IN PERSONALIZED LUNCH BOXES Fem!Y/N: They need nutrition! Someone: You color code their items- Fem!Y/N: Look, if you were there for the item mix-ups you'd understand. Someone: YOU ARE LITERALLY FOLDING AND LABELLING THEIR LAUNDRY WITH A SHARPIE ON THE TAGS. Fem!Y/N: *holding Simon's skull boxers, writing his name on the tag* That- ...oh my god I'm the mom.

-- Ghost, watching Soap run past: WHAT DO YOU HAVE?! Soap, grinning & sprinting: A FUCKIN' BOMB Ghost: NO!!!

-- Price: Y/N, this is Lieutenant Riley, you can call him Ghost. Ghost: Y/N, looking him up and down: ...you got daddy issues? Ghost: ....maybe Y/N: Cool, same. Pleasure to meet'cha, sorry life gave you shit. Ghost, shaking their hand: Ditto. Price: *concerned sigh*

-- Price, walking into the common area at 10 pm: What in the world- Gaz, Soap, and Y/N: *all in there pyjamas with face masks on, eating snacks* Y/N: *slowly keeps chewing* Gaz: ...heeeyy siiirr... Price: It was lights out an hour ago, what are you lot doing? Soap: *slowly raises another face mask* ....Self care, sir? Price: ... Ghost, walking in at midnight for water: ....what. Soap, Gaz, Price, and Y/N: *stop gossiping* Gaz: ....hey. Soap: Evenin' L.T. Y/N: Howdy. Ghost: *looks at Price with a face mask on* Ghost: ...*sighs and sits down* Pass the Goldfish. Soap: Yeaaaah, good man! Welcome to the party!

-- Shepard: Is anyone here straight?! Price: ...*hesitantly raises hand* Laswell: *pushes his hand back down*

-- Valeria: *angry ranting* Y/N, a captive: Stop being so mean to me or I swear to god I'm gonna fall in love with you!

-- Ghost: What in the hell are you doing? Y/N: Laying in the rain. Ghost: Why? Y/N: If I lay here long enough, it feels like it washes the sad away. So I'm gonna lay here until the sad is gone. Ghost: You'll get sick. Y/N: Better sick than sad, sir. Ghost: ...*looks at the sky, back down, sighs* Ghost: *lays down on the tarmac* Y/N: Got a lot of sad? Ghost: ...Yeah. Y/N: If the rain doesn't take care of it, let's trade sads. Then it'll at least be a different kind of sad. Ghost: Not sure you want my sad. Y/N: Maybe not, but I don't think you should have to handle your sad alone either. Ghost: ...alright. Y/N: Cool.

-- Price: Simon, it's three o' clock in the morning. Why on earth are you making chocolate pudding? Ghost: Because I've lost control of my life.

-- Soap, with a gunshot wound: Do I regret it? Yes. Will I do it again? Most likely.

-- Y/N after doing something so badass it would fit in a movie: ...DID EVERYONE SEE THAT?? CAUSE I WILL NOT BE DOING IT AGAIN.

-- Ghost: You kidnapped the prime minister's daughter? That's illegal! Soap: Okay, Ghost, but what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing the prime minister's daughter, or destroying 141? Ghost: KIDNAPPING THE PRIME MINISTER'S DAUGHTER, JOHNNY! Fem!Y/N: Do you guys have like, a water or something? Snack maybe? No?

-- Y/N: I think there's been some confusion. I'm not the one in trouble here. Enemy Soldier: ...What? Y/N: There are only four of you. You'll need more than that. Gaz, hearing it over the intercom: ...they're gonna whoop-ass but we should probably go help them.

-- Someone: Why are you doing their straps for them? Price: They don't like velcro. Someone: Just do it yourself! Y/N: I'm not touching that stuff! I'll get neurotypical cooties.

-- Y/N, high on painkillers: If yo leg get cut off, would it hurt? Soap, in a hospital bed beside them: ...DUH Y/N: How though? Soap: Cause your leg got cut off! Y/N: Where you gonna feel the pain? Soap: In your le.... Y/N: Exactly bro! How you gonna feel the pain in yo leg if- Both: If your leg is gone! Soap: Whoooaaa... Y/N: Bro I swear, we're geniuses. Ghost, on his last brain cell: Fuckin'ell.

-- Ghost, about to lose his shit: Dear lord, I know we haven't spoken in a long time but if you could give me a little patience-

-- Gaz: Do you believe in God? Y/N: ...Yes & no. Gaz: Yes & No? What do you mean? Y/N: I believe there is a higher power, I believe a God exists. But...believing in God? Now that...haven't done that in a long time.

--

Gaz & Y/N: *dancing* Ghost: Can you two be serious for five seconds? Gaz, bustin' a move: Dunno sir, can you have fun for five seconds? Y/N: *stops and looks at Gaz* Gaz: *stops and is filled with instant regret* ...uh, sir, I- Ghost: Tell you what. I'll give you five seconds...to start running- Gaz: *turns to run and sees Y/N already yards away* YOU LEFT ME?! Y/N: I WANNA LIVE!!!!

-- Ghost: What are they doing? Price: Arguing in morse code. Soap: - .... .- - .----. ... / .-- .... -.-- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ... .... --- . ... / .-. .- --. --. . -.. -.-- Gaz: -.-- .- / -- --- -- -- .- Soap: YOU FUCKIN' TAKE THAT BACK-

-- Soap: Keep your eyes closed, I have a surpriiisee!~ Ghost: You did your paperwork? Soap: I said surprise, not miracle.

-- Y/N, on tiktok: FOR ALL YOU NASTY ASSES IN MY DMS- *shows the team* THIS IS MY TEAM. STOP SENDING MY DICK PICS OR I WILL SEND THEM AFTER Y'ALL. Ghost: You've been getting dick pics? Soap: Who the hell's been harassing you online?! Y/N: SEE?? THEY'LL WHOOP YA ASS, SO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

-- Y/N, on tiktok again: Alright, backfired on me. For all of y'all who are now trying to be nasty by THIRSTING for my teammates, uh, no. Stop askin' for my Captain's marital status, I'm not gonna tell you. No you may not get my teammate's dicks, I will not be giving you their social media, stOP ASKING I KNOW THEY'RE HOT BUT NO-

-- (I've fallen down the rabbit hole of Karen compilations, so, that's why I thought of this)

Y/N: Goodbye sir! Male Karen: Fuck you bitch! Go suck off your captain you fuckin' whore!! Y/N: Sure, I'll do that, goodbye! Male Karen: Suck my dick, whore! Y/N: Can't! It's too full of military dick, you'll need to make an appointment, GOODBYE!! Soap: *wheeze* Gaz: Jesus. Christ. Ghost: I told you all America is shit.

(Bonus Note cause I can't put in anywhere else; on the topic of Venom + C.o.D. I know we have Soap in place of Eddie & Ghost in place of Venom, but hear me out. Y/N! being Ghost's host and Johnny being a third part. P o l y ! A u !)

[yxngbxkkie]

meet-cute (b.c)

so, the clip from the intro: recording where chan first gets to the studio is so attractive to me for some reason 🫢 then i had the idea to write a fic on it, and 3.3k words later... we have this! i do hope you like it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You knock on the door to the studio, waiting for your younger brother to open it. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, looking around the empty hallway as you wait.

“Changbin?” You call out his name, knocking softly once again.

The door opens up instantly after, a light smile gracing your lips. “Noona, what are you doing here?” He asks you, opening the door further so you can walk inside.

“I can't come see my successful baby brother?” You ask him with a scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

He blushes at your compliment before playfully punching your arm. “Don't do that in front of the staff. You know I get shy,” Changbin groans, puffing his chest out to look tough.

“Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Seo,” you laugh, plopping yourself down on the leather couch. Your brother giggles as well before sitting back in the office chair.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, resting your elbow against the arm of the couch. You scroll through one of your social media apps as he finishes up with Seungmin.

Changbin turns in his chair to look at you after he's finished with the vocalist. “You still haven't told me why you're here,” he mentions, and you lift your head up. “Not that I don't want you here.”

“I got stood up last night,” you tell him with a deep sigh, feeling yourself becoming upset.

“Are you serious?! Who in their right mind would stand you up?” Changbin clicks his tongue with a shake of his head.

You shrug your shoulders, a fake laugh coming from you. “Apparently a lot of people would,” you shuffle in your seat, tucking a leg under the other.

Changbin scoots his chair closer to you and places a hand on your knee. “I'm sorry, Y/N. You don't deserve that,” he frowns, squeezing your knee in reassurance.

“It's okay. Maybe it's the universe telling me that I'm not ready to date,” you mention, leaning back against the cushion.

Before your brother has the chance to say anything, the door to the studio opens. You turn your head, finding the eyes of a man wearing a black mask.

His dark eyes meet yours, and you quickly divert your gaze. He places a water bottle on the coffee table, looking between you and Changbin. “Who's this?” He asks, jabbing his thumb in your direction.

Your heart races at the sound of his voice, low-key, hoping he'll take his mask off. You tap your fingers against your leg, watching the taller member sit in another office chair.

“This is my noona, Y/N,” Changbin introduces you. You find the mysterious man's gaze again before providing a tiny wave of your hand. “Noona, this is Chan.”

“Ah! You're the infamous Chan oppa I'm always hearing about,” you chuckle before holding your hand out to him. “It's nice to meet you.”

Chan bows his head and shakes your hand. You can feel the tingles of his touch spreading through your fingers. “Nice to meet you too,” he says, pulling his hand back.

Changbin moves back towards the desk, pressing the red button to talk to Seungmin inside the booth. “Mr. Australia is here,” he tells him before moving to sit beside you.

You notice Chan giving you a hesitant look, knowing that he's politely trying to get you to leave. You smile at him before landing a slap on Changbin's thigh, gaining his attention.

“I'm going to head out, alright? Leave you guys to work your magic,” you chuckle while standing up, stretching lightly.

“You don't have to leave!” He mentions and tries to convince Chan with his eyes. “Right? She's my sister.”

A sigh comes from Chan, and he turns to face the computer screens. “No, no, it's okay. Just give me a call whenever you're done, Binnie,” you reassure him that you'll be fine.

He nods his head and brings you into a hug, tightly squeezing you. A groan leaves your lips as your little brother almost crushes the life out of you.

“I'll talk to you later,” you smile at Changbin, ruffling his hair.

You walk out of the studio quietly, not wanting to interrupt Chan working with Seungmin. You look through the small window before walking away, admiring Chan from the back.

You bite your lip and start walking towards the elevators, hoping you'll see him again soon.

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You can feel the excitement coursing through your veins as you walk down the hall of your brother's apartment building. It's been a couple of weeks since you stopped by their recording session. A couple of days ago, Changbin texted you asking if you wanted to have dinner with him and his members, which you couldn't pass up.

Before you're able to knock on the door, it opens up. Your breath hitches in your throat when you come face to face with the man you've been wanting to see again.

“Hi,” you breathe out, looking into Chan's brown eyes. “I'm sorry for intruding.”

He shakes his head and smiles at you. “No, it's okay! Come in. Changbin is in the living room,” Chan reassures you, stepping to the side to allow you inside.

You feel a little relieved, thankful that he's less intimidating in a non-work setting. You thank him and step inside, slipping your shoes off. Chan shuts the door behind you, slipping past you while dragging his fingers across your lower back.

Your cheek warmth at the touch of his hand before walking towards where Changbin is sitting. His eyes meet yours, a smile coming to his lips.

“Finally, you're here,” your brother teases while getting up from his spot.

A groan leaves your lips, and you playfully punch his arm. Changbin cries out and rubs the spot you hit. “Oh, come on! That didn't hurt,” you laugh as the other members fill the room.

Changbin smirks before quickly putting you in a headlock. You scream, gripping the member’s forearm. “Noona, I may be your little brother, but I'm stronger,” he laughs after releasing you.

You giggle and shake your head. You've missed hanging out with him. Chan walks back into the living room after helping Minho with dinner. Your eyes follow his figure through the room, not believing how breathtaking he is.

When Chan disappears down the hallway, you snap yourself back to reality. You quickly glance at the other members, hoping that no one caught you blatantly staring.

Changbin nudges your arm, making you look at him. You notice the smirk on his face, and you release an embarrassed chuckle. He leans in to whisper into your ear. “You got a thing for our leader, noona?”

You scoff, playing it off. “No, no, of course not,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Just before Changbin can say anything else, Chan walks back through the living room. His eyes find yours as he's heading into the kitchen, smiling kindly.

“You're such a liar,” your little brother laughs, shoving you lightly.

“I am not!” You counter, moving to sit on one of the couches.

You sit down beside Felix, mumbling a quick greeting to him. He smiles back at you and ruffles your hair a bit.

“How come I'm older, but you guys are treating me like I'm younger,” you complain, fixing your hair with a laugh.

Changbin pats your shoulders as he walks past you. “Because you're young at heart, noona!” He says truthfully, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?”

You nod your head, and Changbin disappears into the kitchen to grab something. You bring your attention to the other five members, all of them scrolling through their phones.

“You guys are a lively bunch,” you chuckle, looking at each member for a few seconds.

Seungmin laughs and locks his phone. “You didn't know?” He jokes with you, combing a hand through his hair.

“Changbin must've failed to mention it,” you giggle while adjusting your position on the couch.

You're too busy joking with Seungmin to notice Chan walk towards you with a glass of water in his hands. “Here, Y/N,” he mentions loud enough for you to hear.

You snap your head up, and you meet Chan's gaze. Your brain malfunctions just a smidge before moving quickly to grab the full glass. A gasp slips out as you get water all over yourself.

“Shit,” you mumble, and Chan grabs the glass from your hand. Your heart hammers in your chest as you feel all of their eyes on you. “I-I, excuse me.”

You rush out of the living room and towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Thrusting your head back, you release a groan at the pain in the back of your head.

“So embarrassing,” you tell yourself while shaking your head.

You look into the mirror, seeing the large wet spot in your shirt. You can probably convince Changbin to give you a new shirt. You move to open the bathroom door, jumping a bit as Chan stands on the other side.

Your eyes widen, both of you seeming frozen in place. “Chan, I'm so sorry about spilling the water,” you apologize after a few seconds of silence.

“It's okay, Y/N, really,” he giggles before handing you the article of clothing. “I brought this for you. I can throw your shirt in the dryer.”

“Thank you,” you whisper and take the black hoodie from his hands. Your heart jumps in your chest when his fingers brush against yours.

He smiles and nods, leaving you to change. You slowly close the bathroom door again, bringing the hoodie to your face. Your eyes flutter shut while inhaling the smell of it.

You kick your feet a bit and change out of your shirt. You throw the hoodie over your head, smiling at the warmth of it. You shove your hands into the pocket before walking out of the bathroom.

Chan meets you at the end of the hall, taking your shirt from you. You thank him again as his eyes roam down your figure. You feel yourself becoming shy under his gaze.

“Y/N! I made you a plate,” Changbin calls out to you, walking up to you and Chan.

“Thanks, Changbinnie,” you tell him, tearing your gaze away from the older member.

Chan disappears again, tossing your shirt into the dryer for you. Changbin realizes you're wearing one of Chan's hoodies as both of you head towards the kitchen.

“Nice hoodie,” he wiggles his eyebrows, giggles leaving his lips.

“I am going to punch you so hard,” you laugh, shaking your head.

Changbin rubs your back as he leads you to the table. You sit down in the chair before digging into the meal Minho cooked. “Thank you for the meal, Min,” you tell him just before stuffing your face, humming in delight at the taste.

~

You balance the takeout boxes in your hands as you walk towards the studio your brother's in. Changbin sent you the track they've been working on, feeling really proud of it. So, being the amazing sister you are, you decided to buy them lunch.

After reaching the studio they're in, you knock on the door quickly. “One minute,” a voice from inside calls out.

The door opens up, and Chan stands in front of you. Your breath hitches in your throat at the outfit he's sporting. You've only seen the man wear black, so seeing him in light wash jeans makes you feel something.

“Hi, Y/N,” he chuckles, opening the door wider to let you in.

You clear your throat and greet him with a smile. “Is Changbin here? I bought lunch for you guys in congratulations on the banger you made,” you chuckle, setting the takeout onto the coffee table.

“Ah, I'm currently the only one here. Changbin's not coming until almost three-thirty,” he says while checking his watch.

Your cheeks blush at the two hour gap, wondering if you'll be intruding. “I see,” you giggle embarrassingly. “I can leave you some food and come back later. I don't want to be a bother.”

Chan shakes his head while holding his hands out. “No, you're fine! You can stay here, I don't mind,” he mentions with a warm grin.

“Are you sure?” You ask him, watching the member grab some of the food you brought.

“Of course. Sit, please,” he motions to the couch.

You nod, sitting down on the couch. You watch Chan as he sits in the spot beside you, handing you a pair of chopsticks. You take the wooden utensils from him as he hands you an assortment of sushi.

“I love sushi,” he comments before eating one of the rolls. You giggle and agree with him, shoving one past your lips. Both of you hum in delight, more giggles escaping at the sight of Chan waving his hands excitedly.

“You're so cute,” you whisper, shaking your head. You eat another piece of sushi, releasing another groan of delight. “God, these are delicious.”

Chan looks at you with wide eyes, hearing you call him cute. “You think I'm cute?” He asks you in a quiet voice, his chopsticks paused over the row of sushi.

You almost choke on your food, placing a hand on your chest. Chan sets the chopsticks down and gently pats your back. “S-Sorry, your question caught me off guard,” you chuckle nervously. His hand continues to rub your back, and you release a sigh.

You turn in your seat, facing the handsome leader. You place your chopsticks on a napkin, giving him your full attention. Your heart starts to pound against your chest, looking down at your lap.

“I think you're so fucking cute,” you confess to him, fiddling with your fingers.

“Really?” He breathes out, leaning back on the couch.

Your cheeks blush, his dark eyes burning a hole in the side of your head. “Y-Yeah, I mean, have you looked at yourself?” You ask him in disbelief.

Chan wipes his hands on his jeans and clears his throat. “To me, I don't believe I'm that good-looking.”

“That's criminal!” You exclaim, moving your body forward to rest your hands on his thighs. The older member blushes at your touch, his eyes dancing between your face and hands. “I think you're so fucking handsome, Chan.”

His ears burn with shyness, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Well, I think you're absolutely beautiful,” Chan whispers to you, returning the compliment. Silence fills the space between you, both of you feeling really shy. “Hey, do you wanna see what I'm like in the booth?”

“Oh? I get a front row showing to Mr. Bang Chan's recording session?” You ask with a laugh, feeling honored that he'll show you.

“One time offer,” Chan smirks, standing up from his spot.

You look up at him and grin ear to ear. “I'll take you up on it,” you tell him before motioning towards the sound booth.

He giggles and nods his head, holding out a hand for you to grab. You can't stop yourself from giggling as you place your hand in his. Chan helps you up and leads you towards the box with the red button.

“Sit here,” he says while rolling the computer chair to you. You sit in the chair and watch as he gets things ready to set up.

“You do this with all the pretty ladies?” You ask him as he clicks away on the computer.

Chan scoffs and brings his gaze to you, a smirk coming to his lips. “Are you kidding? Changbin hasn't told you that I have no social life?” He laughs and looks back at the screen, pulling up the song he wants to record.

You giggle, gently biting your lip. “He mentioned you worked a lot. None of the women you work with suits you?” You joke with him, scooting closer to watch what he's doing.

“No, no. They're all older than me and married. Plus, after meeting you… I don't want to look at other women,” he flirts with you, causing your cheeks to burn.

“Wow, the rizz is there,” you tell him, gripping the edge of the office chair.

He giggles some more and brings one of your hands to the mouse. “Okay, so you'll press this red button to talk to me. And, when I give you a thumbs up, I need you to click play,” he explains the gist of it, looking at you to make sure you understand.

Chan gives you two thumbs up after you confirm your understanding. He pets your hair before making his way into the recording booth. You watch him place the headphones on before you press the button.

“Can you hear me?” You ask, leaning forward a smidge like it's a microphone.

He chuckles and nods his head, looking at you through the window. “I can. You don't need to lean forward like that,” Chan tells you with a large smile.

“Oh, oops,” you chuckle and look through the window. “I'm ready when you are, Channie.”

His heart flutters at the nickname, and he raises his hand to give you a thumbs up. You glance back at the computer and press the play button. He starts singing, and you swear that you begin to melt.

“Woah,” you whisper to yourself, loving the way he sounds. Chan raises his thumb again, and you pause the track before pressing the red button. “I knew you had a good singing voice, but wow.”

He hides his face into his hands, almost squealing. You smile fondly at him as he takes the headphones off. You release the button when Chan walks out of the booth.

“You really think so?”

You stand up from your chair while nodding your head in response. You pick the lint from the shirt he's wearing. “I do, I really do,” you mumble loud enough for him to hear, looking up at him through your lashes.

His eyes meet yours, and the two of you subconsciously drift closer. Chan's nose brushes yours, making your eyes slowly shut. He brings one hand to your cheek, stroking the supple skin gently.

A pant escapes your lips as his face gets closer and closer. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Chan asks politely, pulling back a smidge to look into your eyes.

“Y-Yes, please,” you almost whimper, gripping his t-shirt.

Chan smiles and leans back in, connecting your lips with his. Your hands move to the base of his neck, your fingers playing with his hair. You kiss him back with the same amount of passion as he tilts his head to the side.

“Chan hyung, have you heard from Y/N?” Changbin asks while stepping into the studio. His eyes widen as he catches the two of you making out. “Never mind.”

You pull back from Chan, pushing him a little bit so he's not too close. “Bin!” You almost shout, growing nervous as your younger brother is practically frozen.

“Do not hurt her,” Changbin tells his leader, crossing his buff arms over his chest.

“I would never,” Chan reassures him, moving away from you to pat the younger member's arm. “She brought food. Help yourself.”

Changbin's eyes light up as he follows Chan's finger, which is pointing at the takeout. “Noona, thank you! You're allowed to date Chan,” he states before rushing over to the couch.

Both you and Chan laugh at his statement, causing you to shake your head. Chan hooks a finger beneath your jaw, bringing you back in for another kiss.

“Yah, yah,” Changbin groans, covering his eyes. “Just because I'm okay with it doesn't mean you can do that in front of me.”

You rub your hands on Chan's pecs, landing one last smooch. “I'll let you guys work. I'll call you later?” You mention to Chan, standing on your toes.

“I'll call you,” he whispers with a lovesick smile.

~

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[hearts4golbach]

hiii could you write another johnnie x reader hate fucking thing? the fretting hand was so good i NEED more 🤭

Dancing with Another.

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

off topic I'm in love with pierce the veil

not proofread.

warnings:

smut 18+, choking, hair pulling, backshots, semi public, degrading, names like slut and mama

word count:

1.2k.

you pushed through the crowd, making your way with Tara linked to you. you two were hunting down Sam and Colby, or that's what you said. you were truthfully avoiding your ex, Johnnie Guilbert. the two of you broke up 2 weeks ago and you needed a rebound.

you eventually found the two sitting in the couch. the screen door opening caught your eye. you glanced over, making eye contact with Johnnie as he came inside.

you rolled your eyes, turning back to colby. you felt johnnies eyes burning into the back of your head.

"it's good to see you, y/n!" Colby exclaimed, wrapping an arm around you.

you returned the gesture, saying hi to him as well as sam. "y/n!" Tara called. you turned towards her and she waved you over. in the distance behind her, Johnnie stood there drinking.

your heart raced. he held eye contact, setting his drink down and making his way into the crowd.

"let's go dance! grab colby!" Tara yelled over the music.

you whipped around, grabbing Colbys attention.you gripped his bicep tight. "do you wanna come dance with me and Tara? I think Sam is going too." you hollered over the loud music.

he yelled yeah in response. you stood close to him, gripping onto his arm as you walked through the crowd together. you eventually found Tara. she sang along to whatever pop song was playing while sam laughed and danced along with her. you looked at colby and laughed.

you took a second to look for Johnnie. he was somewhere to the left of you having a conversation with Carrington. you turned your attention back to colby. you stepped closer to him, leaning in so he could hear you. how close you two were caught Johnnies attention, and he wasn't too happy.

"this shit is so packed." you made small talk with colby.

"right? when did Jake get so many friends?" Colby laughed, his hand rested on your arm. you leaned into his touch.

Johnnie couldn't take anymore. he ended the conversation with Carrington quickly, promising he'd explain later. he pushed through people as he made his way towards you. he made eye contact with Colby as he approached.

"can i talk to y/n for a second?" Johnnie spoke, staring at you intently.

"yeah, of course." colby responded, moving away from you.

you turned to face Johnnie. your face heated up as his eyes slowly trailed over your body. "let's go," he took your hand and dragged you outside.

"what do you want?" you crossed your arms and leaned against the wall behind you. "you're wasting my time."

he rolled his eyes. "you know what you're doing."

"i'm not doing anything." he stared at you unamused. "what? because i was talking to colby? we broke up, i can talk to whoever i want."

"i don't really care what you think, you're still mine." Johnnie stepped closer to you. he gripped your hips tight and pulled you closer. "you know that mama."

"oh, fuck you." you protested, even though he was right. the longer he looked at you, the harder it was to keep your composure. his blue eyes made you nervous. you shifted your legs, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable.

"you have." his finger tips dug into your hips as he kissed your cheek, trailing down to your neck. "you're so fucking irresistible." he bit down on your neck.

"fuck," you moaned out, melting under his touch. "i hate you," you spoke through your teeth.

his hands began to pull up your dress as he sucked dark hickeys on your breasts. "you know you love me." he groaned against your neck as you pressed yourself against his clothed member. he lifted you up so you were sitting on the counter. "can't blame colby for wanting a piece of you, ma."

you used your hands to hold yourself up on the counter. his hand slid up to your throat, gripping it tight. he pulled you in to a needy kiss as his other hand massaged your thigh. "i wasn't doing anything with colby."

"do i need to fuck the truth out of you or are you going to admit it?" he pulled you closer by your neck. a whimper escaped your lips at the thought. you shook your head, denying the allegations about colby. "get the fuck up."

you followed his instructions sliding off the counter. your hands found their way to his chest as he pressed his lips against yours. he gripped your waist and turned you around. you gasped as he gently pushed you so you were bending over the counter.

he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled your head back. he leaned over your body and muttered in your ear, "you're so fucking annoying. 'm gonna fuck some sense into that pretty little mind of yours."

he made quick work with you. your panties were pulled down around your ankles. his pants were pulled down immediately after. the tip of his cock teased your entrance. "fuck, please, Johnnie." you whispered, attempting to press back into him.

his hand met your ass cheek, causing a slap to ring through the bathroom. you cried out, the sting sending a wave of pain and pleasure through your body. "so fucking needy. i knew all you wanted was my cock." he scolded as he thrusted inside of you.

your back arched as you felt him fill you up. his hands gripped your hip sight as he spoke to you. "you wanna admit it now? you wanna tell me what's going on with colby?"

you shook your head no, "fuck you." you spat out, preventing a smile from forming.

his hand wrapped around your neck tight. your moans became hoarse as he used your neck as leverage. "this pussy is mine." he growled, forcing his cock deeper inside of you. "all fucking mine."

"fuck yes," you agreed. "gimme more."

he slowed his pace. "i'll give you everything you want and more when you tell me." he smirked.

you grinder back onto him, which earned a slap on your other ass cheek. you let out a moan. "it was just to make you jealous." you admitted.

he hummed, picking up the pace again. "you're such a fucking whore." he replied, gripping your hair while his other hand dug into your waist. "doing anything you can just to bring me back."

he pounded into you, causing your eyes to roll back in your head. "fuck, you're so tight."  he leaned over you and pressed a kiss on your cheek. "let this whole party know who's fucking you this good."

a raspy moan escaped your mouth. Johnnies name slipped out of your mouth as you cursed. "'m close, fuck." you choked out.

Johnnies hand wrapped around your neck once more. his ruthless thrusts sent you over the edge. your legs shook as you took him. "c'mon, babe." he grunted as he felt his own release approaching.

you moaned out his name as you came. your walls milked his cock as he released inside of you. he bottomed out inside of you as you rode out your high. "fuck," he mumbled as he pulled out of you. "you're going to walk around the rest of the party like this, then you're coming home with me."

you agreed, making him smile. he helped you pull up your panties before delivering a slap on your ass. "let's see how many stares we get."

[emsprovisions]

I know I am being greedy here but,

3. I can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, TK

8. being ur partner's mum's favorite.

from romance prompt please.

From this list of writing prompts that I am no longer accepting. Hello anon! Someone else has also asked for no. 3 so I will answer theirs :)

being ur partner's mum's favorite.

Carlos sits on the couch, his ankle crossed over his opposite knee and a beer in his hand as he watches his husband playing firefighter with action figures and a toy fire engine with their young sobrinos on the floor. They keep pausing because they want to hear TK’s stories from his firefighter days, since apparently–according to Six-and-eight-year-old Diego and Juliana–paramedics aren’t as cool. They giggle as TK keeps playfully correcting their terminology of the ladder truck and exactly how many inches of line they should start and Carlos’s heart just swells. 

“Ay, TK?” Carlos’s mom pops her head in from the backdoor, “Are you in here, mijo?”

“What do you need, Ma?” Carlos sits up, uncrossing his legs and making to get up.

“Oh, no, you stay right there, Carlitos. I need TK’s expertise.”

“It’s fine, babe, I could do with stretching my legs anyway,” TK smiles up at Carlos. He gets up, much to Diego and Juliana’s dismay, and promises he’ll be back. He purposely walks around the couch so he can pass Carlos, stooping to kiss the top of his head as he does so. 

After TK disappears, Carlos is left alone with his sobrinos, and they coax him into playing firefighter with him instead. But Tío TK does it better than Tío Carlos, evidently. 

When TK’s been gone for too long, and Carlos’s brother-in-law wanders in to check on his kids, Carlos stands up. 

“Have you seen TK?” He asks Ricardo as he approaches. 

“He’s out on the back porch,” Ricardo says, almost bitterly. “With your mom, and Tía Lucy, and my wife.”

“Uh, thanks,” Carlos says, looking at Ricky apprehensively before excusing himself in search of his husband. 

TK’s got a glass of sweet tea in his hand, slapping his knee, while Ana clings to his arm, gasping for breath. 

“No way!” She laughs. “Tonterías! That did not happen.”

“It did,” TK nods. “I swear it on my mother’s grave.”

TK looks up as the screen door swings shut and sees Carlos step out before anyone else. 

“Hey, baby!” TK calls. “Come join us.”

Carlos lingers by the door, watching TK fit in with his family so seamlessly. They’ve been married for nearly a year now, but sometimes it still surprises him that he has this. He not only gets to be himself, he gets to be himself around his family, and they are all enamored with TK, too. 

TK’s smiling at him, patting the empty seat beside him and Carlos smiles and slides onto the long bench beside his husband, an arm going around his shoulder and TK’s hand falling into place on top of his knee. 

“What did I interrupt?” Carlos asks. 

“Oh, I was just telling everyone about that call we got the other day, where the neighbors were having a domestic dispute and one of them threw pickle juice all over my patient and it turned out she’s allergic to pickles,” TK grins, catching Carlos up on the story. “Ana here doesn’t believe that we get calls as ridiculous as that all the time.”

“That’s because that’s impossible!” Ana scoffs. “Who’s allergic to pickles??”

“My patient, evidently,” TK smirks at her. 

Carlos laughs, “There’s a lot of stupid people in this world, Ana. You would not believe the absurdity of some of the calls I used to get under APD.”

“Babe, you get ridiculous cases now too,” TK reminds him. 

“Cuéntanos más de tus historias, TK.”

TK smiles warmly at Tía Lucy over in her blue adirondack chair in the deck before looking up to Carlos for help. 

“Tía wants to hear more of your stories,” Carlos tells him, looking up at his great aunt and the delight on her face. She can’t speak English, but she can mostly understand it, and joy and humor are universal languages anyways. 

TK launches into more funny stories from different calls before Ricardo comes outside with a screaming Diego, and it’s time for Ana to go home. 

Andrea takes TK inside and Carlos is tasked with helping Tía Lucy inside and to her chair in her room. 

“You have a sweet young man, Carlitos,” she tells him in Spanish. “Muy guapo y divertido.”

It’s not the first time she’s commented on TK. Honestly, Tía Lucy always fawns over Carlos’s husband to the point Carlos wonders if she doesn’t have some schoolgirl type crush on him. Carlos has no idea how TK charms everyone that comes into his orbit, he’s just happy he’s the lucky guy TK vowed forever with. 

“I think so too, Tía,” Carlos responds in Spanish, winking at her. 

They chat for a while longer before Tía Lucy says she’s tired. Carlos kisses her cheek and wishes her a goodnight. He wanders back out into the main room to find TK and his mom chatting in hushed voices on the couch. TK has his hand on Andrea’s arm, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her skin. She pulls him into a tight hug, then kisses his cheek and whispers something into his ear.

Carlos watches the scene unfold, feeling a little bad for interrupting. But before he can duck into the kitchen unnoticed, his mom catches sight of him. 

“Oh, Carlitos!” She pulls away from TK and wipes delicately at the skin beneath her eyes. 

“Hi, Mamá. Everything okay?” Carlos asks, coming nearer to them.

“We’re okay,” TK reassures. His eyes are a bit shiny too. He reaches out for Carlos’s hand and Carlos comes close enough to give it to him.

Neither of them offer up any hint of what their conversation was about, but Andrea stands up and gives Carlos a warm and tight hug. And even though he’s almost twice her size, he still folds easily into his mother’s arms. 

It’s not until they’re in the car, driving down the 35, the darkness of the night stretching all around them and Carlos’s hand extended over the console on TK’s thigh, does Carlos find the bravery to ask what that was about.

TK plays with Carlos’s fingers with both hands and says in a quiet voice, “She was talking to me about being a Ranger’s spouse…”

Carlos glances over at TK. It’s hard to get a read on him as they pass through swathes of light from oncoming headlights and the rare street light. 

“Oh?”

TK shakes his head, “You’ve been in law enforcement the entire time we’ve been together, baby, it’s not like her advice was anything I haven’t already worried about before.”

“What did she say?” Carlos asks, his anxiety spiking and suddenly wishing he’d saved this conversation for home so he could see TK better. 

TK’s fingers keep brushing over his knuckles. “She just wanted me to know you could be in danger sometimes, which again, isn’t really new. But she also wanted me to know if I ever need to talk to someone about what I’ll go through as your husband, I could talk to her.”

Carlos glances over again, softening a bit at his mom offering that to TK. “What do you think about that?”

“I think it’s nice.” Carlos can hear the smile in TK’s voice. “I love your mom, and I love that she would want to be there to help me support you.”

“Buuut…?”

“No but’s,” TK says, shaking his head. “She says we’re a strong couple, and sees how much we love each other. She thinks we can handle anything.”

“She’s not the only one,” Carlos smiles, squeezing TK’s thigh. 

“No,” TK smiles. “She’s not the only one. She told me the best thing I can do for you is love you, and remind you you’re never alone in life, and remind you to take care of yourself and put work away when you’re home.” 

Carlos turns his palm up and TK gives him his hand, lacing their fingers together. He takes it a step further by cradling Carlos’s arm and tilting sideways to lean against Carlos’s bicep. 

“You do a good job of making sure I’m taken care of, baby,” Carlos says softly as he takes their exit for home. 

“You’re worth it,” TK says simply, turning his face to kiss Carlos’s shoulder. 

“You know my family’s enamored with you, right?” Carlos smiles.

TK laughs and teases, “Are you jealous Tía Lucy dotes on me now more than you?”

“No,” Carlos says, his voice light. “I love seeing you with our family. It makes me happy.”

TK snuggles up against Carlos’s arm even more in the passenger seat and Carlos tells him he better not fall asleep when they’re five minutes from home. He feels TK’s smile against his arm, and fondness for his husband impossibly grows. 

TK sure does know how to steal a Reyes’s heart.

[squerlly]

flames of Desire chapter 13: finale

Alastor x (f! bunny reader) -FLUFF-

your POV:

I feel warm... my body aches and everything is quiet, I open my eyes to see I'm back in the hotel. sitting up my head starts pounding making me wince in pain, looking beside me Angel is sitting in an armchair next to me asleep "A-angel..." he opens his eyes before standing up "shit ya awake!!" "Angel what happened were-" Remembering what happened panic starts to set in "weres Alastor!!! is he okay, I- I have to find him!!"

swinging my legs over the bed I try to stand up "Wow there ya can't just get up, you're still in bad shape!!" ignoring his protests I use what little strength I have left to rush out of the room in search of Alastor. heading straight for his room I bust open the door to see Charlie hovering over Alastor who is sitting up on his bed with bandages wrapping his chest down to his waist, his ears perk up and he turns his head to look at me with wide eyes as I run towards his bed.

"You're alive!!! your alive your alive!!!!" I hug him tightly careful not to hurt him, he freezes for a bit before returning my hug, burying his face in the crook of my neck "Yes mon cher I'm alright~" he chuckles before Angel walks in with a huff "damn babes, how- how are you so fucken fast..." everybody in the room laughs.

vaggie stands beside Charlie with a smile "Alastor is lucky, barely making it if it wasn't for Angel calling us when he did" "Yes, thank you guys so much...for everything~" Charlie smiles brightly "Of course, were friends after all, an that's what friends do!". the moment was interrupted by yelling coming from the lobby that sounded like... "is that, Vox?"

everybody gives an annoyed "yes!" "I thought you guys killed him or something" "Ye well... we were thinking you should decide his punishment~" Angel says with a smirk. helping Alastor stand we all walk downstairs to the lobby seeing Vox tied up screaming at husk who's just ignoring him and cleaning glasses, upon noticing us he grimaces "I thought I killed you!!!" "It's going to take more than that to kill me, old pal~" Alastor says with his classic toothy smile making Vox's screen glitch.

I walk up to him as Angel stands beside me with a bat in his hands, handing it to me I hit Vox in the face with it "That's for kidnapping me!" smack "That's for dropping me 5 fucking times" Smack "that's for slapping me and hitting angel" and with one final hit to the head "that's for shooting Alastor!!!". at this point half of Vox's screen was broken only letting him see from one eye. I drop the bat with a huff "Now... vaggie how did you say you learned how to fight~?"

on top of the roof vaggie and Angel carry a half conscious Vox untying him "What are you gonna do kill me!" I look at him with a smirk "Nah that's too easy, have fun~" he gives me a confused look before I push him off the roof and into a chaotic fighting grounds for sinners, hearing him scream as he gets torn apart....

after that things were better, for well...everyone. Valentino was dead and Angel's soul was free, changing his name back to Anthony. Alastor healed off his wound and was back to his old timey overlord self! Vox lost his status as an overlord, his assistant taking his place as the new media overlord. needless to say, he was more responsible and even got approval from Alastor.

Charlie convinced her dad to contribute to the hotel, getting it remodeled and posted on 666 News, Alastor even got his very own radio tower which he was very pleased to have. I got the job of greeting people at the door when checking into the hotel with a uniform and everything. maybe hell wasn't so bad after all...

-bonus-

I was finishing checking in some guests, handing them their keys when I heard a knock on the door, I rushed over opening it "Why hello, my dear!"

thank you all for supporting me throughout my blog, I loved making this series and I intend to continue writing content for you all. I love you guys and I can not describe that enough!!! as always have a wonderful day/night and stay tunned~

-squerlly

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[wrightingdungeon]

Sweaty Sweethearts

Warning: 18+, MDNI, everyone gets oral and hand jobs, p in v, fluff

Special thanks to my partner for helping me with the editing, and some of the writing on this one.

I thought yall would want to know as soon as this came out @lily-alphonse @sdvbraindump

Haley was lying on her stomach, feet bouncing against the mattress of Alex’s bed. Her attention was laser-focused on her social media analytics, reviewing how people had been interacting with her latest post. She already knew what they would look like—likes, comments, and shares flooding in—but it was always reassuring to see the data for herself.

Alex’s groans punctuated the otherwise quiet room every now and again as his head dipped down, muscles straining, while he held his plank. His face was flushed, sweat trickling down his forehead, and his breaths came out in labored puffs. “How much longer?” he managed to grunt out, eyes squinting against the sweat dripping into them.

Haley’s eyes moved from her social media to the timer going in the background. “Uh, like three minutes,” she said, trying to hold her face flat and suppress a smirk as she looked down at Alex struggling on the ground.

“What!” Alex’s head snapped up, his eyes widening in disbelief. “I'm dumb, but not that dumb. How long?” He chuckled, shaking his head, the motion causing sweat to flick off. Haley couldn't help but laugh as she showed him her screen.

“You aren't dumb, Lex,” she said, her tone softening, “you have thirty seconds.” She crossed her arms and laid her head on them, her attention now fully on Alex, deciding she could nerd out with her data another time.

“And you aren't a brat,” Alex huffed, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he finally let himself collapse to the floor just as the timer started going off. He lay there, chest heaving, the cool hardwood against his burning body a welcome relief. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling.

“At least I'm telling the truth.” Haley playfully scoffed, rolling her eyes, and moved to sit up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She watched as Alex tried to catch his breath, his usual cocky demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine exhaustion.

“Oh so now you can admit to being a brat.” Alex chuckled as he pushed himself up, grabbing his water bottle. He took a long gulp, the cold water soothing his parched throat. “Couldn't do that last night…” Smirking, Alex dodged the pillow that Haley had launched at his head. “I’m just sayin!” He defended himself as he moved out of another pillow attack, his laughter filling the room.

“Go back to working out, dork.” Haley laughed, her cheeks red from a mix of embarrassment and amusement. She tossed the second to last pillow at him, missing on purpose this time, and Alex grinned, shaking his head.

“I'm almost done, just gotta do pull-ups,” Alex said as he stood to his feet, grabbing his pull-up bar, locking it onto his closet doorway, and checking it was good to go. He flexed his fingers, taking a moment to stretch his arms before jumping up and gripping the bar, his muscles rippling under the strain.

The sound of Alex counting his pull-ups filled the room, and Haley settled back down, her gaze more focused on Alex than on her phone now. Her eyes followed him as he pulled up, and let himself slowly lower, just to pull right back up. Her eyes locked on the way his muscles tensed and flexed, looking from his arms to his chest, his ribs, his tummy, all the way down to the stretch of hair from his belly button into his gym shorts.

“Sunflower.” Haley shook her head slightly hearing Alex’s voice calling her like a siren. “Yeah?” She asked looking at Alex as he hung from his bar. “You're burning a hole baby.” Alex teased as he pulled up again, his eyes locked on hers. “I kinda like these shorts.”

Haley's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her lips. "I just can't resist a good view," she quipped, winking at him. She sat up fully, tucking her legs beneath her, her hands resting in her lap, and continued to watch him her eyes lowering. She could see his eyes now lingering on her body, she knew that he loved it when she sat like that, she could see his body twitch slightly.

Alex’s focus wavered for a second, and he almost missed his rhythm, his grip tightening on the bar.“You’re a distraction, you know that?” he said, his voice a bit breathless but filled with amusement.

“Maybe I should be more helpful then.” Haley purred as she got up from the bed, walking over to Alex, and tracing his ribs with her fingertips. “What you say, Lex?” Her eyes locked onto his, the pull-up bar helping to even out their heights.

“If I ever say no, kill me,” Alex said playfully yet somewhat seriously as he planted his feet on the ground.

“Wait.” Haley stopped him, her nails pressing into his skin slightly. “You… You aren't done with your workout, baby.” Haley said slowly as she traced patterns on his skin, smiling and feeling him tense under her touch. “Don't stop just for me.” She said coyly as she let her hands trace down to the waistband of his shorts, her eyes trailed behind her hands, as she felt Alex shiver under her fingers.

Letting out a shaky laugh Alex pulled his feet back up, so he was hanging again. “If you don't want me to stop I won't stop you.”

Haley blushed as Alex pulled himself back up the bar, his now-tented gym shorts right in her face. Giggling softly she slid her fingers into his shorts and briefs, purring slightly feeling his length pulsing in her hand.

Alex let out a low groan, his grip on the bar tightening as Haley's hand wrapped around him. He looked down at her, his eyes now half-lidded with need. He pulled himself up again, his abs contracting with the effort, his body tensing as Haley began to stroke him. "Fuck, that feels good," he hissed, his teeth clenched. "Just like that." He started to move with her rhythm, pulling himself up and letting himself down in sync with her hand.

His breath came in ragged pants as he tried to keep his focus on his pull-ups, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with Haley's hand stroking him slowly, her grip firm and steady. “You're so strong, Alex.” Biting his lip his eyes fell shut for a moment, hearing her compliment His strength while she was stroking his cock, feeling her soft, gentle skin against his hot length.

"Fuck, Sunflower," he groaned, his voice strained as he struggled to maintain his form. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breaths coming out in ragged puffs. He glanced down at Haley, her eyes locked onto his cock, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. The sight of her sent a jolt of electricity straight to his groin, and he felt himself growing harder in her hand.

"You're killing me here, baby," he gasped, his muscles burning as he fought to keep himself upright. Haley just smiled up at him, her hand moving faster now, her grip tightening. He could feel the pleasure building inside him, his orgasm approaching rapidly. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, not with Haley touching him like that.

His body tensed, his abs clenching as he neared the edge. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, wanting to prolong the sensation. "Sunflower, I'm close," he grunted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You need to stop… or… or I'm gonna…" He trailed off, his words lost in a moan as Haley's thumb brushed back over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, his body shaking as he tried to fight off his orgasm. "You're too good at this, baby" he panted, his eyes locked onto hers, pleading with her to stop or to keep going, he wasn't sure which. "Your gonna make me cum Haley" he admitted, defeat clear in his voice. He let out a low growl, his voice laced with warning, as she continued. "Sunflower, I'm serious, I'm about to-"

Before he could finish, Haley leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over the tip of his cock. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with mischief and craving. "Let go, Alex," she whispered, her voice sultry and inviting. "I want to taste you, baby."

The sight of her, the feel of her hand, and her words sent him over the edge. With a final, shuddering pull-up, Alex let out a loud grunt, his body convulsing as he came undone. He collapsed down, his feet hitting the ground as he leaned against the doorframe, panting and spent.

Haley didn't miss a beat, her tongue darting out to catch the first drop of him. She hummed in satisfaction, her eyes never leaving his as she took him into her mouth, swallowing every last bit of him. "Fuck, Sunflower," he panted, his body still trembling from the aftershocks, his hand gently resting on her head. Watching her pull away, opening her mouth just to show him it was empty, he groaned softly, his hands finding her hips.

"Fuck I need you," he panted, his eyes locked onto her lips as he leaned down to capture them in a searing kiss. He could taste himself on her tongue, and feel the heat of her breath as she moaned against him, her hands finding their way around his neck.

He groaned against her lips, his voice barely above a whisper. "Come here Sunflower." He murmured as he picked her up gently manhandling her to his bedroom floor

Smirking as he felt Haley giggling into their kiss, his arms and hands caging her head, pulling away to look at her. "You're so fucking beautiful, Haley" he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

Alex's eyes scanned Haley's body, taking in every curve and dip. He could feel his desire for her growing again, his cock springing to life once more. He wanted to explore every inch of her, to make her scream his name until she was hoarse.

"Sunflower" he whispered, his voice low and husky as he leaned down to trail kisses along her jawline, his hands roaming her body. He could feel her arching into his touch, her breath hitching as he found her sensitive spots.

"Alex," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper as he captured her mouth in another passionate kiss. He could feel her hands tangling in his hair, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer.

Tangling his fingers in her hair, he paused, pulling back, looking at Haley with a frown. “Wait hold on…” Alex grumbled as he looked around his room.

“What's wrong, Alex?” Haley asked confused as to why Alex was lifting her head off the wooden floor.

“Keep your head up baby,” Alex said as he leaned forward, above Haley's head, reaching for one of the pillows she had used as a projectile, pulling it close, and positioning it under her head. “There we go,” Alex said, fixing her hair so it haloed around her, smiling down at her. “That's more like it, right babe.”

Haley's cheeks flushed at Alex's words, her heart fluttering in her chest. She reached up, cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. “Alex…” Haley cooed softly while pulling him back into a deep kiss, her hands found their home wrapped around his neck.

Alex groaned into the kiss, his body responding to Haley's touch. He could feel her nails digging into his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He broke away from her, his breath ragged as he looked into her eyes, filled with hunger.

"I’m gonna make you feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky as he reached down between them, pulling her skirt up, his fingers finding her center. He could feel her wetness coating his fingers through the fabric of her panties as he began to rub slow circles, her hips moving in rhythm with his hand.

"Alex, yes," she moaned, her head tilting back, exposing her neck to him. He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses along her collarbone, his tongue tasting her skin. He could feel her body tensing, his fingers moving faster, applying more pressure.

Alex's lips curled into a smug smile as he watched Haley squirm beneath him, her body writhing with pleasure. "That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice low and encouraging, as he pushed the fabric to the side, out of his way.

His fingers continued their relentless assault, his thumb circling her clit as he plunged two fingers inside her, curling them upwards to hit that spot that made her gasp, chuckling at how wet she was.

"Alex!" she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him, her hips rolling into his touch, her moans mixing with the soft wet sounds of Alex’s fingers pistoning inside her.

“That’s it, Haley. Let it out, baby," Alex encouraged, his voice low and sultry as he continued to work his fingers in and out of her, his thumb only pressing harder on her clit. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps as she got closer and closer to the edge.

Haley's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back as she moaned and whined out, her voice filling the room. Alex's heart swelled at the sound, his cock throbbing with yearning as he watched her lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her.

Pulling away as she almost tipped over, he chuckled softly hearing her whine. “Hold on sunflower.” Alex’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down quickly, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the anticipation building in her gaze, her breath slowing slightly. He tossed her panties aside, his hands moving to her thighs, spreading them apart gently.

"Eyes on me, Sunflower," he commanded, his voice low and firm. Haley's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze as he positioned himself between her legs, guiding her knees over his shoulders.

He leaned down, his tongue finding her cunt, licking and sucking, his fingers joining in, sliding in and out of her. He could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building once more as he increased his pace, his tongue flicking against her clit.

"Alex, please, I'm close," she pleaded, her hands finding his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands. He could feel her body trembling, her legs trying to close around his head as she neared the edge again.

He looked up at her, his eyes locked onto hers as he curled his fingers inside her, his tongue never stopping its assault on her clit. "Cum for me, baby," he growled, his voice vibrating against her.

His command was the straw that broke her. Her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her as she screamed his name, her fingers pulling roughly at his hair. He could feel her juices coating his fingers, his lips, and his chin as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out her pleasure.

As her body came down from its high, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, licking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. "You taste so fucking good, Haley," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Haley's body was still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm as he crawled up her body, his lips capturing hers in an emotional kiss. He could feel her body relaxing beneath him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer into a kiss.

He felt his hardness pressing against her thigh, feeling her moan into his mouth, her hips shifting to grind against him, seeking friction.

"I need you, Alex," she whispered, her voice sounding breathless and light. Alex groaned, his eyes darkening as he looked down at her, his hand moving to his erection, positioning himself at her entrance, rubbing the tip against her wetness "Are you sure, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Haley nodded, her eyes locked onto his as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Please, Alex" she begged, her hips rolling against him, trying to get him to enter her. Alex chuckled, his hands moving to her hips, holding her in place as he slowly pushed inside her, inch by inch, allowing her to adjust to his size.

"Fuck, Sunflower," he groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he bottomed out inside her. Haley could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, her body tingling with pleasure as he filled her.

"Alex, move, please" she whimpered, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on. Alex obliged, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her. He could feel her body clenching around him, her moans filling the room as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and sultry as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a consuming kiss. Haley could taste herself on his lips, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She could feel her orgasm building once more, her body tensing as Alex started to pound into her, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.

"Alex, I'm close," she panted, her body writhing beneath him as she neared the edge. Alex growled, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her close. “Me too.” He groaned out burying his face in her neck.

“T-Together.” Haley mewled out as she leaned her head back, her eyes rolling up.

Alex nodded, his breath hot on her neck as he continued to pound into her, his pace relentless. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he chased his release alongside Haley.

"Cum with me, baby," he growled, his voice strained as he held her close, reaching between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, rough circles. Haley cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clamping down around him.

"Alex!" she screamed, her nails digging into his back as she rode out her climax. Feeling her come apart beneath him, Alex let go, his orgasm ripping through him as he filled her with his hot seed, groaning her name against her neck.

Alex breathed in her scent as they layed there together as they came down from their shared bliss, looking up from her neck he chuckled watching Haley, her mouth open slightly as she caught her breath.

Pulling back Alex rubbed her sides gently, rocking his hips a few times before reluctantly pulling his cock from her warmth, groaning slightly as he watched his cum drip out of her. “Fuuuuck baby.” He chuckled softly as he rubbed her inner thigh.

Gently moving her to her side and pulling her close as he spooned her from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around her. "I love you, Haley," he murmured, his voice gentle as he kissed her shoulder.

Haley turned her head to look at him, her eyes soft and warm as she smiled at him. "I love you too, Alex," she replied, her voice filled with happiness as she snuggled into his embrace, their bodies fitting perfectly together.

Laying there for a moment enjoying the quiet, Haley chuckled as she felt Alex’s grip relax around her, hearing his breathing relax. “Awe tuckered out baby?” Haley teased looking up at him, blinking slightly as she noticed Alex had fallen asleep. “Oh, baby...” She cooed quietly, softly kissing his nose.

[animekpop15]

is this happiness?🩵 (ch 1)

Felix x fem!reader

Warning: drama, stressful situations, adult themes, cultural differences, sorrow, pregnancy, breeding death, self harm, cheating, bdsm, deceiving, homosexuality, bisexuality, coming out, lying , drinking, slurs, humiliation etc …basically pls don’t read if you’re under 18 🙏🏼

Please don’t copy my writing/story. Please remember this story is completely fictional and doesn’t represent the real people.

Chapter 1:

You were laying in bed playing with yourself while watching pregnant women reach their climax on your phone screen. You love the thought of switching places at them.

As you lay in bed, engrossed in the videos of pregnant women reaching their climaxes on your phone screen, you can't help but imagine yourself in their place. The thought of being so close to release while carrying a baby is an aphrodisiac for you.

You long to be in that position , your fingers moving faster and harder against your own flesh as you watch the women on your screen let out moans of pleasure. Your breathing turns into panting, and you can feel your heart racing in your chest. Suddenly, you feel a strange sensation deep inside of you, your fingers moving faster and harder against your own flesh as you watch the women on your screen let out moans of pleasure. You can't stop thinking about being heavy and swollen. As you continue to watch the pregnant women on your phone screen, you feel almost as if your body is responding to the videos, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like to actually be pregnant. The sensation intensifies as you watch more of the videos, and soon you find yourself becoming aroused not just by the thought of pregnancy, but also by the idea of being watched while experiencing it. You close your eyes and imagine someone watching over you, admiring your swollen belly and anticipating the moment you'll give birth.

"Look at your pregnant body wanting more of my cum" the man in the video spills.

As the words of the man with the husky voice in the video echo in your mind, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement. You imagine yourself under him, imagining as your swollen belly trembles with anticipation for his seed. "Yes daddy make me more pregnant..fill me up." You mumble to yourself. You can feel the wetness between your legs intensify as you continue to fantasize about the risk of getting impregnated . The thought of carrying another life inside of you is incredibly exciting, and you can't help but touch your stomach, imagining how it would feel to be truly pregnant. "Make me pregnant….make pregnant please daddy…make me a mommy." You babble on, too lost in the pleasure to notice what's happening around you. You forgot your boyfriend could be home any moment now. Your mind is consumed by the thought of being pregnant, your fingers digging deeper into your folds as you begin to rub your clit. You can't help but moan softly as the sensations build up inside of you. "Daddy…I need your cum…pleeeease fill me up daddy."

As you whisper those words to yourself, you feel your body tense up, ready to release. But before you can climax, you hear the sound of the front door opening. Your boyfriend has arrived home. You imagine your boyfriend filling you up with cum and forcing you to become pregnant.

Normally you greet him at the door but since you didn't answer the door, your boyfriend, Felix checks the bedroom and he hears you moaning behind the door "pls felix…make me pregnant…need your cum."

Felix, confused, but also aroused by the sound of your moans, slowly opens the door. He sees you lying in bed, your fingers moving frantically against your soaked panties, and your face contorted in pleasure.

He peeps through the door unknowing to you as your eyes are shut off in pleasure.

You scream out unable to control "fill me up …give me your seed please Felix."

Felix's eyes widen in surprise at the sight before him. You're lost in your own world, moaning and pleading for his cum. Despite the unusual circumstances, he can't help but feel turned on by the whole thing. He takes a deep breath and steps into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Felix...I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were home," you stammer, trying to regain your composure. You open your eyes and look at him, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal. His eyes are fixed on you, and you can see the desire in them. "I...Felix...I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were home," you stammer, trying to regain your composure.

His eyes are fixed on you, and you can see the desire in them. "I..." You begin again, but before you can say anything else, Felix interrupts. "It's okay," he says, his voice low and husky. "I've been watching you for a while." You gasp as he admits this, feeling even more exposed. "I...I didn't know," you whisper. "And it turns me on." Felix confesses

Your heart races as you hear him admit that he's been watching you, and it turns him on. You feel a surge of desire for him, even though you're still trembling from your earlier climax. Felix steps closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me what you want."

You look up at him, feeling both vulnerable and powerful. "I want you to make me pregnant," you say softly, your fingers still tracing patterns on your stomach. "I want to feel your cum inside me, filling me up."

As soon as you utter those words, Felix's eyes darken with desire. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against your soaked panties. "You want my cum inside you?" he asks, his voice hoarse. You nod eagerly, your breath coming in short gasps.

Felix smirks as he watches you nod eagerly, his cock twitching with anticipation.

He knows what you desire, and he's more than willing to give it to you. With a swift movement, he grabs your panties and pulls them down your legs, exposing your wet folds to his gaze. Felix smirks as he watches you nod eagerly, his cock twitching with anticipation.

He leans down and takes your swollen clit into his mouth, sucking on it gently as his fingers find their way inside of you, searching for your G-spot. You moan loudly as he begins to tease you, your hips bucking up off the bed in response to his touch.

Your boyfriend's fingers find your G-spot and begin to massage it gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As he continues to tease you with his fingers and his tongue, you can't help but beg for more. "Please, Felix," you whisper, your voice shaking with need. "I need your cum."

Felix smiles against your sensitive flesh, his tongue dancing around your clit as he hears you beg for him. He pulls away, leaving your swollen nub throbbing with desire, and positions his hard cock at your entrance. You're ready for him, your body aching for his possession.

Slowly, he pushes into you, filling you up with his thick length. You gasp as he pierces your tightness, but the pleasure overwhelms the pain. Felix begins to thrust into you, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic dance. His 6 pack hard abs contracting beautifully while thrusting you.

With each thrust, Felix grows bolder, pushing deeper into your wet heat. You moan loudly, arching your back off the bed as he takes you with rough, powerful strokes. Your breath comes in short gasps, and you dig your nails into his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder.

He teases and pulls out making you cry.

"Felix!" you cry out, your body yearning for his touch. You beg him to fill you up again, and he smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you.

With one powerful thrust, he pushes back into you, claiming you as his own.

You cry out in pleasure as Felix's thick cock fills you up once again. He starts pounding into you, his hips slapping against yours in a primal rhythm. Your back arches off the bed, and your fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises.

He pushes you to the edge and pulls out again.

He pushes you to the edge and pulls out again. "Felix, please!" you moan, your body craving his release. He smirks as he watches you beg, his cock twitching with anticipation. With one swift motion, he lines himself up and thrusts deep into you, filling you up once again. His hips slam into yours, driving him deeper.

Felix pulls himself out of you again for the third time absolutely ruining your orgasm.

You gasp in shock and frustration as he pulls out for the third time, your body shuddering with the intensity of your denied orgasm. Felix leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "You want my cum, baby?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

“Tell me why do you want my cum baby…" he asks in his baritone voice. “Why do you want my cum baby" he asks in his baritone voice. You gasp, your body still trembling from the denied orgasm, unable to speak. "You want it inside you?" Felix asks, his voice darkening. You nod, your eyes locked on his. Felix chuckles, a deep, satisfied sound. "Then beg for it," he commands.

"Tell me exactly why you want my cum." He growls at you. You gulp, your mouth suddenly dry. You look up at him, your eyes pleading. "I need it, Felix. I need your cum inside me. It's what I’ve been waiting for, what we've built up to. Please, I need it to complete us." You whisper, your voice trembling with desire. "I need your cum, your essence to make me…"

"Go on babe say it" Felix command.

You gulp, your mouth suddenly dry. "I need your cum so that you put a baby inside me," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Felix stares down at you, his eyes dark with desire. A slow smile spreads across his face as he watches you squirm under his gaze. "You want my baby?" He asks, his voice thick with emotion. You nod eagerly, tears welling up in your eyes. "Then take it."

Felix thrusts back into you, his cock pumping with determination. You moan loudly as he fills you up once again, his thick length stretching you to the brink of ecstasy. His hips slam into yours, driving him deeper with each stroke.

You moan his name "mmmm lix..so good." You moan his name "mmmm lix..so good." Lix is your nickname for him. Felix smirks, his eyes locked on yours. "That's it baby, take it all," he growls. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, claiming you completely. Your body quivers under the onslaught of sensations as he takes you to the edge.

Felix smirks, his eyes locked on yours. "That's it baby, take it all," he growls. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, claiming you completely. Your body quivers under the onslaught of sensations as he takes you to the edge.

Felix wraps his arms around you pulling you close to his side and thrusts inside you at a rapid speed. Your walls getting rubbed up and down by his cock.

With each thrust, he pushes you closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation. You can feel the heat building up inside you, his thick length stretching you to the brink of ecstasy. You moan his name, your voice hoarse from the pleasure.

"I'm gonna put a baby inside you, love." Felix babbles You gasp, your body shuddering at the thought of being impregnated by him. "Please, Felix," you moan, arching your back off the bed. "Give me your baby." Your walls clench around his cock, milking him for every drop of cum.

Felix's eyes widen, his body tense as he feels your walls clenching around him. He picks up his pace, pounding into you with more force than ever before. "Fuck!" He grunts. "I'm gonna fill you up!"

You feel the familiar heat building up deep inside you, and with a powerful thrust, Felix empties himself into you. His hot seed fills you, pulsing with each heartbeat. You moan his name as he continues to pump his cum into you, filling you up completely. "Mmmmm, you're mine."

"Look at that, I’m filling up your womb, baby.." hi whispers. You pant as you feel his thick cum filling you up, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. Felix's eyes are filled with love and desire as he gazes down at you, his chest heaving from the exertion.

As he finishes filling you up, he pulls out of you slowly, his cock sliding out with a wet, squelching sound. He lays down beside you, pulling you into his strong embrace. "You're mine," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "Right now out baby could growing inside you."

You nod, your eyes filled with tears of joy and love. "Our baby," you whisper, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You feel the warmth of his skin against yours, their bodies entwined in a perfect embrace. Your pussy twitches at the thought of having a baby inside you. Felix smiles, kissing the top of your head. "Our baby," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. He gently strokes your hair, running his fingers through the strands.

He gently strokes your hair, running his fingers through the strands. "Lix…can I sleep with your cock buried inside me please? I feel empty without you ." you plead at him.

Felix's heart melts at your request. He nods, his cock already beginning to stir again. Slowly, he positions himself between your legs and slides his cock back inside you, filling you up once again. You moan in pleasure as he pushes deeper, claiming you completely.

The two of you fall into a deep, contented sleep, Felix's cock buried inside you, his thick cum slowly seeping out of you. As you drift off to sleep, you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you.Your bodies intimately connected as you two drift off to sleep.

As you both drift off to sleep, your bodies entwined, you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. The warmth of Felix's skin against yours, his strong arms wrapped around you, and his cock buried deep inside you create a cozy and comforting feeling.

In your dreams, you find yourself walking down a beautiful, sunlit beach. The soft sand squishes between your toes as you stroll along the shore, feeling the cool ocean breeze on your face. You feel a flutter in your stomach, and you realize that it's not just the wind. It's your baby moving inside you! You look down at your growing belly, filled with wonder and joy. Suddenly, Felix appears beside you, his hand resting gently on your stomach. "Hello, little one."

He whispers, his voice filled with love and anticipation. Together, you and Felix walk along the beach, talking about your dreams for your child, the life you'll build together, and all the adventures that lie ahead.

The sun starts to set, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of colors. As the stars start to twinkle in the sky, you and Felix share a tender kiss, your love for each other and your unborn child radiating through every fiber of your being. In this perfect moment, you know that nothing else matters.

You both wake up the next morning, still entwined, the warmth of each other's bodies a comforting reminder of the night before. The sun is shining brightly through the window, casting a warm glow over the room.

"Good morning," you whisper, your voice hoarse from the passion of the night before. Felix chuckles softly, his cock twitching inside you. "Good morning, my love. How do you feel?" He asks, his eyes filled with concern.

You smile and run your fingers through his chest hair. "I feel wonderful. Felix, last night was incredible. I don't think I've ever felt so loved or cherished before." You lean in and kiss him softly on the lips, tasting the remnants of their passion from the night before.

Felix automatically starts thrusting in and out his morning wood in your pussy. You moan softly, your body responding to his movements instinctively. "Felix," you breathe his name out, "I want this baby. I want our baby. I want to build a life with you, to grow old together, and to experience every moment of love and joy that life has to offer."

"I'm gonna give you all of it my love"

"I'm gonna give you my cum, my cock, my baby and all of my time….all for you love" Felix tells you

As you continue to share a tender moment together, lost in each other's eyes and the promise of a future filled with love and happiness. His morning wood slides in and out of your pussy, creating a rhythm that matches the beat of your hearts. You feel his warm cum shooting deep inside you, filling you up with his essence. As he pulls out, his cock softening, you hold him tightly, savoring the moment. The two of you lie together, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, content and at peace with the world.

As the day progresses, you and Felix decide to take a trip to the store to pick up some groceries. The sun is shining brightly, and the air is crisp with a hint of fall in the air.

After some time, you two forgot you had lost control in the heat of the moment and had unprotected sex on that day.

In the next few weeks, you decided to focus on getting healthy and decided to join the gym. You spend hours at the gym, working out and eating healthy meals. One day, as you're lifting weights, you feel a sudden rush of dizziness. You stumble out of the gym and find a nearby bench to sit down. Felix is right by your side, looking worried.

Soon enough you become unconscious. Felix started panicking. When you wake up, you're in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and concerned faces. Felix is sitting beside you, holding your hand tightly. "My love, are you okay?" He asks, his voice trembling with fear. You try to speak, but your throat feels dry and scratchy. "what happened…? I can't remember well." You feel weak.

The doctor steps in, a concerned look on his face. "Miss, you were found unconscious at the gym. We're not sure what caused it, but we're running some tests to figure it out." He explains. Felix nods, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Felix ….I'm scared." You say weakly. Felix squeezes your hand reassuringly. "Don't be scared, baby. We'll get through this together. Just focus on getting better, okay?" He says with a gentle smile. You manage a small smile back at him, feeling a little better knowing that he's by your side.

You wait for the doctor to tell you the results. As the days pass, the doctors run numerous tests but still can't find anything wrong with you. You start to worry, and Felix remains by your side throughout the whole ordeal. After some time passes, the doctor finally approaches you with the results. "Miss, we've run all the tests we can think of, and we still can't find anything wrong with you. However, we think it might be best if you took a pregnancy test just to be sure." The doctor suggests. You look at Felix, who nods encouragingly.

[helpfandom]

OOO can I suggest the "If I break your legs, then you can't leave me." prompt for Irving from the hex? If you know you know ;)

>:) I had an immediate smile on my face when I saw this. You, you get my vision.

@lonleydweller

Tw: Breaking bones, Violence, heavy dependency on you - the reader, Guns, Death of side-characters, bombs.

🥀19. "If I break your legs, then you can't leave me."

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It'd been months since your game got destroyed, leaving you without a purpose, and yet Irving had a proposition for you! Thankfully, he could use a designer to help him out, so now you didn't have to go to that weird inn or end up in the void of rejects.

So naturally, you had accepted, wanting to avoid the unfortunate fate of it. And so for a few months, around four or five, you slowly worked under Irving, trying to understand his gruff attitude and harsh nature.

I mean, sure he's insulting to a lot of people, but he's been okay when around you, he's not mean to you, if anything, he's kind to you, in his own way. I mean, he took off his glasses around you a couple weeks ago, that's progress, right?

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That was two months ago, god what you would give to go back to that time and tell yourself to run away when you could have. He was, hurt, corrupted somehow, he must have, because he developed feelings. And as much as you wish you could pretend that he was just an unfeeling bastard, the way he holds you, crying into your shoulder from guilt, holding onto as if you're the last thing he might be able to hold on for a long time, his whispers of "sorry. I'm so sorry." It's hard to hate him. It's hard to hate him when he makes you feel like everything depends on you.

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"I'll be going now. Don't hurt yourself." He says, like you could, and walks out the door of your his house, the one he had you design, a mockery of your work at this point to trap you in the same home you designed as a safe space before he took you into your safe space.

He closes the door, and walks away to his office, that much you can see from the partially made windows, you never did finish animating those, and now it's a waiting game again. You slowly crawl over the house again, trying to figure out what to do again. Eyes flit over to the bookcase, thankfully you put a pencil in here before you realized why he wanted you to design a home you'd be comfortable in. The books aren't readable, he didn't program that in, but if you glitch it, you could open it to a blank page to write in.

It's been a boring few hours, there's only so many times you can try glitching the book into reality to draw one before frustration takes over. Throwing it down onto the ground in anger, it almost perfectly syncs up with the sound of alarms rising in the background, only now hearing due to being blinded by anger.

Now's the chance, the alarms on the door won't sound off as loud due to the other alarms, run. Taking the opportunity, you run and open the door, slamming it into the wall from how rushed you are. Running to the other side, the opposite of where Irving works, the assumption was right, the sirens on the door means nothing to the sirens in the facility, this might be the chance.

The chance to escape. Run.

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"MIR DAMN IT!" He yells, practically screaming. "They tricked the player into this?" He slams his fist on the desk, knocking over a mug filled with sunglasses. He looks over at the chipped thing and sighs. You gave it to him, before he became this mess. He looks back at the screen. "What am I supposed to do?" He frowns, and looks back at the screen. "What do they see? What does the player see?" They obviously see something, because if they saw what they were really doing, they would stop.

He starts typing on the computer. It must be Lazarus that the player controls, he was the only one from Vicious Galaxy that was a different protagonist. He finds the level they're on and smiles. He could fix this in time. He has to fix this. For you.

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Even though everything hurts from being cramped up in the house with nowhere to go, no way to stretch, you keep moving, you have to. Breathing heavy, you slow down and lean on the wall. You got a few floors down from the house and that should've put enough space between you and Irving.

Groondas litter the floor, blood seeping out from gunshots on their carcasses. What's going on? What happened? Why are people killing the Groondas? Just keep moving. Escaping his suffocating grip is more important than finding out why the sirens are going off.

You keep moving, walking now to try and ease a bit of the pain flowing from your muscles and skip past the elevator, there's an exit on this floor that can take you lower if you remember correctly.

BOOM!

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Irving looks around for just a moment when a bomb goes off, before the realization that Lazarus and Jeremiah are gone, the floors broken up into pieces and ceilings cracking under pressure. Shit. How is he supposed to deal with all of this mess?

Wait...

Are you okay? You're on a higher floor, the bomb could've cracked the house and hurt you.

He starts walking, beginning to run with a purpose.

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You tripped, how stupid that one of the few floors who didn't get too much damage made you trip and break your ankle? What kind of cosmic event timing is it that right as you get close to the exit that could help save you, you fail to walk now?

Gritting your teeth and riding adrenaline to go past the pain, you're so close to the exit now. Your hand is on the handle and it swings open to reveal...

Stairs.

The company did change the floor plan after all. A longing sigh comes from you and you start walking down, using the railing to avoid putting pressure on that foot.

One of the doors swings open on a different floor and frantic footsteps start running up the stairs. A flash of blue from an upper floor tells you all you need to know that it's Irving.

"No. No no no no. They have to be okay. They have to be." It slowly dissipates as he goes upward, the opposite direction of you. Thank Mir.

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Door swung right open against the wall, a book on the floor and the alarms going off.

No. No no no . no no no no no no no you can't be gone, you must have been taken, he treated you kindly, there's no way you would have escaped, you need him like he needs you.

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Running down the stairs, pain be damned, it's the final floor that isn't decimated. There's a window that leads to Secrets of Legendaria mockup, if you make it there then you can make it down to where a lower floor is for re-creation and make it out of the headquarters.

Frantic running and then tackled down before you make it to the window. "NO!" You cry out, and arms wrap around you. "Oh thank Mir you're okay, did Lazarus hurt you? Did Jeremiah?" He growls from the back of his throat. "Oh I'll do much worse then Vicious Galaxy this time. It will be much worse."

He stands up, still hugging you with a firm grip and looks you up and down as best as he can, noting your foot. "Oh no, no. They did hurt you." His grip gets noticeably tighter on your arms without him thinking and he breaks his grip when he realizes he's hurting you. "I'm sorry, I just..." He shakes his head and picks you up by the shoulders, gently placing you down and wrapping your arm around his shoulders. "C'mon. I need to fix this and you need to be safe."

You chew on your lip for just a moment, but the window is so close, so tantalizingly close. This is the chance. You shake your head. "No. I want out." You shove him, not very well but it's enough of a surprise to him that he genuinely stops for enough of a moment to for you to run before he snaps from his daze and yanks you back, nails digging into your skin.

"What? No. No! I need you, and you need me." He shakes his head, his glasses are slightly broken and it allows for just a mere glimpse into his eyes, deranged and red, pupils wide.

"No!" He shakes his head and pushes down onto the ground. "No." Something snaps in him, and he gets a smile on his face, already eerie enough to see a smile break upon his face, but the mere fact that he's not crying out in anger anymore is enough to send shivers down your spine. "If I break your legs, then you can't leave me."

He pushes you down further, strength so apparent by the fact that not even your meek struggles even break his focus. His hand grips your kneecap and he fucking snaps it.

A gurgle erupts in your throat, bile rising and threatening to spill from your lips as the mere sound of it cracking and then breaking, bone sticking out of your skin.

You scream and he shushes you with his other hand, moving his next focus to your other leg. It's a blessing that you black out from pain before you can feel the other leg snap.

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The next time you come to, you're laying down in a bed, him sitting next to you. "I'm so sorry." He mutters to himself, head in his hands. "I shouldn't have. I need you. I'm so sorry." You grip the sheets in anger and he notes the movement. "Oh thank Mir, I thought you would never wake up." You glare at him and look down at your legs, mangled and twisted and where they are most certainly not supposed to be.

He follows your eyes and refuses to look at your legs. "I'm sorry, but you just haven't realized how much I need you, and how much you need me."

[samsno1]

Liberty or Life

Billy Butcher x Gn!POC!Reader

hello i fucking suck at titles? anyway, i wrote this at the beach while i was getting tanned because i never found a butcher fic with this exact vibe so i said "yk what, imma write ts"

ill maybe do a part 2 if i feel like it

Sumary: The reader finds something about Liberty and wants to check it out. Butcher thinks it's just too easy to be true.

Warnings: SPOILERS THE BOYS S2, english isn't my first language, kinda mean butcher but he means it well, poc!reader (wrote it with latinos in mind but i didn't mention us especifically so dig in), use of y/n, HURT/COMFORT, blood, violence, gore (?), cursing (i mean its the boys), hom*lander mentioned (yes he gets a fucking warning), i didn't make the reader speak neither spanish nor portuguese, up to ya, i had no idea how to transcribe his british accent but i did my best. NOT PROOF READ

WC: 3.3k

You can learn how to change the "Y/N" for your actual name here

if you enjoy it please lmk!

Of course it was a trap. A fucking trap.

While confined in your apartment, searching more and more about Stormfront - AKA Liberty - after the encounter with the poor woman that ended up losing her brother to her hands right in front of her eyes you found a clue, something that could help take her down.

According to the document you spent the whole night reading with several cups of coffee and a killing migraine, there was a file hidden in a building close to Vought's that gave away all the racist behavior of Liberty's past (and present). It would be more than enough to make the people mad.

Hell, it made you mad. An immigrant trying to bring down an incredibly popular Supe, who would definetly get rid of any of your people out of North American territory? Definitely a perfect situation for your ass, not dangerous at all.

But still, if not you and The Boys, who? Even if Butcher's focus wasn't her it was for you, as a personal offense.

You knew racism wasn't foreign in the Superhero industry (or in the United States as a whole, you lived it constantly) but executing people of color is borderline a genocide and it was happening right under the peoples noses. God, praised even.

You scoffed at the screen of your computer and picked up your phone to call either Butcher or MM about what you found, to see if they could back you up on the mission.

You dialed Butcher first, putting your cell to your ear as you got up from the chair, your legs needing a stretch, as you walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a beer. It is 6pm somewhere you thought.

As you popped open the can the familiar british accent hit your ears and you subconsciously smiled to yourself.

“Wha’ d'ya want, luv?” He asked, voice gruff, clearly woken up by your call. You imagined his tousled hair. Maybe he was shirtless.

“Did I wake you?” You asked, taking a sip of the bitter drink on your hand, the alcohol much appreciated in your stomach.

“Maybe” He said and you could hear the teasing smile on his face.

“I'm sorry, I just called to say I found something on Liberty…Stormfront…whatever her fucking name is” You clarified as you mindlessly play with the seal of the beer can with your index finger “There's a building nearby that hides some documents about her, y'know, the shady stuff. I wanted to go there tonight, see if I find it”

You hear shuffling in the other line with a grunt, assuming he was getting up from the bed – or wherever he was sleeping.

He didn't speak for some moments letting you hear his bare feet walking around his apartment.

“I don’ know abou’ it Y/N, how'd ya even find those?” He asked, his voice hesitant.

“Butcher, I'm a hacker and Vought's system sucks ass compared to what I've already done” You explained “I just got in, easy”

You can't see it but he bites his bottom lip on the other line. He was still skeptical, would it really be that easy to find stuff on a Supe like Liberty? He knew your abilities, hell, he admired it but he was always extra careful when it came to you.

“Really?” He asked and you could feel the way his eyebrow raised and you scoffed “Okay, I'm jus’ doubtful, Liberty hasn’ been talked abou’ in ages an’ ya find stuff…easy?”

“What, lost faith in my abilities?” You teased. You finished your beer and threw the can in the thrash, it hitting the bottom of the thrash with a loud thud “C'mon, it will be easy. In and out”

“I'm not sure it's a good idea, luv” He said and you frowned, sitting on your island in the kitchen, your feet dangling off the edge.

“Y'know I called to warn you I was going, not to ask permission, you ain't my father” You mumbled with the intention to let him hear it, the tone in your voice serious “Just wanted to know if you wanted to come with”

“Nah” He replied, his voice loud and clear over the phone and you make a shocked confused face to yourself. Did he not want to keep you company? “Ya ain't going, it's risky. It looks too easy. Nothin’ with these cunts’ easy” He said firmly and you scoffed in disbelief.

“Uh, yeah, I am, alone or with you, I'm busting into that building” You said just as firmly as he did “You know how I feel about that racist cunt” You cursed. The more time you spent with Butcher, the more you started using his British vocabulary. Cunt was the most common but Bullocks also came with from time to time.

“Of course I know but still, we have to be smart abou’ it” A tip of anger laced his voice. He often got pissed at how stubborn you could be and this was one of those times.

“I'll be in there tonight. Goodbye Butcher” You said and turned off the call, not wanting to hear him going on and on about your ‘recklessness’ as he called it, scoffing and smashing your phone down on the island beside you, running a hand through your head.

You liked when Butcher was caring towards you, it was what made you start catching feelings for the man in the first place, but sometimes he just treated you like a kid, as if you could do nothing without him lecturing you beforehand.

On the other side, Butcher groans angrily as he notices you turned the call off and he throws his phone on the bed. “Fucking ‘ell” He curses to himself as he rubs his temples with his thumb and index fingers.

He knew you wouldn't drop it. You were a force of nature, but impulsive. Sometimes he loved it, sometimes he hated it.

This was time he wished you just listened.

The feeling in his gut that something wasn't right remained for the whole day, his head barely able to focus on anything else as he was too worried. Worried about you.

At about 8pm he was nervously biting on the side of his thumbnail trying to ignore his phone besides him as he told himself over and over he should call you to see if you were fine. The other (minor) side of him telling himself he should drop it. You were strong, you could pull it off and he didn't want to bruise his ego giving in to your stupid idea.

Fuck it.

He checked his phone to see a message from you. The address to said building. He smiled to himself and shook his head. Maybe you weren't so stupid after all.

He grabbed his keys and put on his black trench coat and a gun in the waistband of his jeans.

As he closed the door behind him he rushed to his car, wondering if you were okay or if something happened.

At the thought of you hurt he hurried his feet on the pavement to get faster to his car. To get faster to you.

He drove above the speed limit after he tried calling you 3 times, all going to voicemail. He cursed to himself as he arrived at the building and took in the sight in front of him.

The windows were busted and, as he got in, he could clearly see bullet holes on the walls and his heart started beating faster in his chest. Please be okay, please be alive, I can't lose you too.

He moves through crumbles and remains of the walls, taking his gun in his hand and moving slowly, aware of any danger.

The more he walked without any sight of you, the more worried he got.

As he went down the stairs to the basement he heard a low groan and his eyes widened and his whole body turned towards the noise.

The basement was a complete wreck. Shelves down on the ground, glass and books everywhere.

Then he saw you and his heart sank to his stomach. You were sitting down against the wall, a huge stab wound in your side where your hand was trying to keep pressure, which clearly wasn't enough as he took sight of the amount of blood beneath you and in your hands.

He took a quick look around and rushed to you, kneeling in front of you. He took notice of how pale you looked but still, at least, half conscious.

He held your shoulder with one hand and pressed the other over your wound making you wince in pain. His face was serious, angry. He didn't know if it was at you or at whoever did this to you but he was livid.

“What the fuck did ya do?” He asked through gritted teeth, not expecting an answer but you put your hand over his forearm, the blood staining his coat and smiled. You fucking smiled, that beatiful smile that could make Butcher melt from miles away.

“You came” You said, your voice low and hoarse and then you went into a coughing fit and Butcher held you to his chest.

“Easy, easy Kid” He said as he took a deep breath so as to not get emotional. He took your hand and pressed it over the bloody wound “I'm gonna need ya to keep pressure in this while I get ya out, c'mon”

You nodded weakly and pressed it as hard as you could while his other arm wrapped below your knees and lifted you up, the movement making you hiss.

He carried you out as quickly as possible as he placed you in the backseat of his car as he went to the driver's, turning the vehicle on and sprinting back to his place.

At the feeling of being safe, the adrenaline started wearing down and you were suddenly very tired. Your eyes closed as you felt your consciousness slip away and then you didn't feel anything anymore.

When you woke up again you were laying on a bed that wasn't yours, in a room that wasn't yours. Your head was pounding and breathing hurt and you let out a groan.

As your vision focused, you looked around and took in the place until your eyes caught a glimpse at someone on a chair besides you. Sleeping, with his arms crossed over his chest, was Butcher and you started remembering what happened.

You mindlessly put your hand over the neatly done bandaging in your stomach and looked at Butcher again.

“Butcher” You said, your voice low and weak. The man besides you stirs awake, his eyes opening slowly.

As he notices you're awake he gets up and places a hand on your forehead hurriedly, breathing deeply as if it was a relief seeing your eyes staring back at him.

“You're awake” He said, looking between your eyes.

As you looked back up at him guilt started pooling in your heart and you looked away, you smiled sadly.

“You were right” You mumbled and he pulled his hand away from your face and sighed angrily. He brushed a hand trough his face, his nostrils flaring up.

He didn't say anything, just stared at your bandaged wound, lost in thought, so you continued talking.

“They jumped me, some people that worked for Vought. I knocked some down but one of them caught me. Thay ran away after that, leaving me to die, apparently” You explained, still refusing to look at him “I'm sorry.”

At that, he looked at you again and you looked at him. He was angry and sad, his face gave it all away and you felt small under his stare. Maybe because you were laying down but still, you felt helpless.

“Why didn't ya fuckin’ listen to me” He said, his voice low, apparently calm and that was the most scary of it all. You preferred that he yelled at you, screamed in anger and never looked at you again then to act like this.

“You– I fuckin’ told ya” He said squinting his eyes as a hand goes to nudge at the wound and you grunt as he aplies pressure to it “Look at where your stupidity gotcha”

Tears prickle at the corner of your closed eyes as you grab at his wrist to pull it away from your skin, your own hand covering the bandage protectively as you glare at him. You knew you fucked up but what was going on with him?

“What the fuck Butcher!” You exclaim through your teeth as the pain eases away “I know I should've listened to you, I already said I'm sorry!”

“Sorry don’ cut it!” He finally yells at you, making you shrink as he points a finger at your face. “When I arrived the color on your face was gone! You were basically dead as I carried ya out! There was blood everywhere, Y/N”

He turned his back to you, and sighed loudly. If it was possible, smoke would be coming out of his ears.

You felt your eyes water. He seemed more than angry and you hated that you were the reason that he felt like this.

“How long was I out?” You asked lowly as you forced yourself to sit with your back against the headboard, making a face at the sting in your belly.

“About 52 hours” He replies, his back still turned to you and your eyes widen in shock and look at his back.

His head was down and his hands were both on his own waist.

You nodded even if he couldn't see you, more so to acknowledge it to yourself. As you let the information sink in, Butcher leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

He couldn't let you see the tears forming in his eyes as all his thoughts went back to your limp body on his arms and the hours he spent beside the bed, holding your hand and talking to you while you were in your coma. He wanted to hug you, hold you and he couldn't bear the idea of losing you. Not when he hadn't told you anything about what he wanted from you.

How everytime you looked at him with those bright eyes he felt like he could drown in them, how your smile was the reason he got out of bed every morning, how your voice was like a beautiful tune that was hypnotizing. How your lips always provoked his deepest desires to emerge.

Seeing you bleeding broke him apart further then it should've and that scared him. He had sworn to never care for someone this much since the last time he felt this his heart got torn to pieces by Becca.

He shouldn't. He couldn't.

But he also couldn't help that every time you touched him he felt his skin warm up and his heart accelerate.

He pressed his forehead to the shut door and mentally cursed himself over and over again, he didn't know what to do until he saw the handle turn and the door slowly open.

You opened the door, a hand on your waist to ease the pain as you looked at him teary eyed.

He made a confused face with slight worry but then you choked out a sob and threw both of your arms around his neck and started to cry against his shoulder.

Butcher was shocked until his arms eased themselves around your lower back. One hand rubbed up and down as he felt your tears wet his shirt.

“I was– so scared” You admitted, shaking with your sobs and gripping his shirt tightly under your fingers to make sure he wasn't going anywhere. “It was so cold. The only thing that kept me breathing was when…when I looked at my phone and you– you were calling” You sobbed harder after each word, your body trembling.

“When you left voicemails…I was happy because if I…” You swallowed “If I died I would at least hear your voice one last time”

His grip around you tightened and one of his hands went into your hair as he adjusted your head into his chest, his jaw above you as he closed his eyes. He felt a tingle in his heart at your words, a spark of love lighting itself up in bad weather.

“Shh, you're fine now, you're ‘ere, alive, I'm 'ere” He whispered comfortably as you kept crying and he thought of all the things he wanted to tell you.

“And I know I was stupid. That I– That I should've listened but I want her dead, I want Homelander dead and I just–” You choked “I just wanted to have control over something, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry”

He gently swayed both your bodies side to side, a comforting hand rubbing at your scalp. Butcher didn't say anything, just letting you get it all out until your breathing calmed down.

The tears had stopped flowing and now you were just sniffing, your cheeks puffy and your eyes red. He grabbed both sides of your face and pulled you back to look into your eyes, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Feel betta’?” He asked and you nodded slightly and he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking into your beautiful orbs again. “I'm sorry too, luv, I really am”

You opened your mouth to protest but he silenced you before you could speak.

“I shouldn’ have said those things t'ya, I was just– Angry, but not at you” He gently brushed his thumb over your cheek, drying a stubborn tear rolling down your face. “I was angry at myself”

Apparently you made a face at him because he gave you a thin-lipped smile.

“I was angry because I knew you were going anyway an’ I let'ya go alone. If I was there, this wouldn’ have happened”

He took a deep breath before continuing.

“I was scared that I'd neva see ya smile again, see your beautiful eyes look into mine, hear your stunnin' voice” He hugged you again, his hands wrapping you in a warm embrace. He didn't want to let you go in fear this was a dream and he buried his face in the crook of your neck before finishing.

“I was scared I would neva be able to tell ya tha’ I love ya” He mumbles in your neck as his arms tighten around you and a shiver runs through you.

William Butcher loved you.

Your hands grabbed at his shoulders and pushed him back lightly as you looked into his eyes.

Your expression doesn’t give anything away and Butcher starts to feel sick as he thinks he's going to be rejected. He prepares for impact.

Then you smile.

Your smile wide because you feel warm. Warmed by his love. Diferently then the cold night at the building.

Your hands travel up to both sides of his face as you pull him in. You go slowly, waiting to see if he'd pull back but he surprises you with a strong, passionate kiss, making you gasp in surprise.

The world feels small around you as his hands grab at your waist, careful not to hurt you as you pour out every feeling you bottled up through the years in that kiss.

And Butcher was consumed by you, by every single inch of you, by every part of your being. Your voice was a melodic chorus to his ears, your lips a river to which he was drowning in, your body the perfect fit for his.

When you pull away from each other with rushed breaths you're still smiling, your hand caressing his beard covered cheek.

“I love you too” You whisper and Butcher smashes his lips against yours again, making you giggle in surprise.

Now that they had each other it was them against the world. Nothing could tear them apart because they were made for one another, the flames of their souls dancing together in a single rhythm.

They didn't know or didn't feel it but ever since the first time they had locked eyes the destiny made their paths merge into a single one at one point in both their lives. And this was it. Two souls bound, forever.

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A/N: Notes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing. Feedback makes those writings better. Thank you very much for reading. Xoxo

[happilychaengs]

Can you imagine where mina and the reader are dating.  Mina calls the girls to sleep.  reader goes to bed early so girls can v-live.  the reader wakes up thirsty and everyone on v-live tells mina that they saw the mysterious reader.  When this occurs, the reader calls mina because she can't find the soda she left in the fridge.  People start asking questions and decide to just add the reader to the V-live and mina and the reader cuddle while the members go live with cuteness and kisses and later the reader, mina and the members go to watch a movie together so the reader and mina end up sleeping together ❤️❤️.

'My Little Ghost'

a/n: my brain is out of commision. sorry if this isn't exactly what you had in mind since my writing is 📉 

word count: 575

mina x gender neutral reader

Your head rocked back and forth as your eyelids began to close, your body feeling heavy. Mina smiles at you, knowing the feeling all too well, before quietly telling you to go to bed before her. You mumbled something as you stood up, wobbling over to your shared room.

Mina mindlessly stares at Jihyo fumbling with her phone and setting it down; Sana and Momo played rock paper scissors on the couch.

"Hi, Once! How are you all doing?" Jihyo smiles as she stares at the phone on the floor, reading all the comments.

"Why are we doing a v-live so late?" Jihyo ponders the thought for a short while, "Well... we just wanted to hear from Once, right?" Nayeon pops up from behind her as she nods, "Mhm!"

Jihyo props up the phone, capturing all the girls into frame as they all wave. She continues reading the comments aloud as she purses her lips, "Nayeon, will we see your solo song during the concert?"

Nayeon smirks as she sticks out her fingers, pointing at the screen, playfully shrugging her shoulders, "Who knows? Maybe or maybe not? You just have to go to find out!"

Jihyo nods slightly as she continues staring at the phone, "Okay... let's see..." Her brows furrow, "What's all this talk about a ghost in our dorm? There's no ghost walking behind us. Once, that's not funny... Some of us are very scared of gho-"

The girls shrieked as they hear a voice boom throughout the dorm, "Mina!" Sana jumps up from the couch and almost slips, quickly realizing it was you, "Where's the soda I left in the fridge?"

Mina giggles, "It's near the bottom!"

Jihyo's chest heaves, her hand above her heart as she tries breathing normally, "That was... embarassing." She quickly hands the phone to someone else as Nayeon reads one of the questions, "Who was that? Let's find out then. We should call them over!"

Nayeon calls out to you from across the room, urging you to come over here. "Y/N! Come joins us!" The rest of the girls quickly recover from the little scare as they join along, cheering you to come over as you rolled your eyes, the soda can in your hands as you sat beside Mina on the floor.

Sana playfully puts her hand up to your mouth, mimicking a microphone, "How does it feel to be called a ghost, Y/N?"

"Great."

"And how does it feel to be dating a ghost, Mina?"

She doesn't say much words but instead, she plants a quick kiss on your cheek, wrapping her arms around you. "My little ghost."

The rest of the girls make sounds of disgust, Nayeon trying to retch out her guts as Jihyo nabs the phone from her hands. "Sorry, Once. We feel too sick after that to continue the live. Have a good night."

The girls quickly say their goodbyes as they poke fun at the both of you for what seemed like hours.

-

A movie plays on in the background as Mina laid countless soft kisses across the base of your neck in the corner of the room, her warm embrace enough to make you drowsy again.

While everyone else was enraptured with the movie, your eyes feel heavier and heavier as your head rested on Mina's, your legs wrapped around hers under the covers. You hear her soft voice as she nuzzles closer into you, "Good night."

[u10como]

First time posting my writing on Tumblr along the usual DeviantArt. I'm no writer and english isn't my first language, so please, be mindful of that. Anyway, i hope you might enjoy it anyway.

This story is a sort of prequel/explanation to this picture: https://www.tumblr.com/u10como/739614288736632832?source=share

Jane and Roxy

Sam and Jane stoped in front of a rehab clinic. Mere month after the septic shock which took both of her arms and her left leg, Jane's residual limbs were still sore and swollen,unable to be fitted with prostheses yet, but she was recomended to commence with her rehabilitation as soon as possible to gain dexterity in her remaining limb. She was dressed in a shorts and plain, light blue T-shirt, it's left sleeve limp against her body and just a tip of her sole arm stump peeking out of the right one. Her single foot was bare, holding between her toes a joystick which operated her electric wheelchair. Sam was standing next to her, dressed in jeans and white polo shirt. Turning from the clinic's door to Jane, he asked:

"Are you sure you want to go alone?"

"No. But i feel like it's for the better, you know?" replied Jane, looking up at him from her wheelchair. "Don't worry, the people there are professionals."

"As you wish. But if you changed your mind be sure to ask them to call me and i'll be here as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, i'll be fine. After all, i'm here to learn to handle myself, so i feel like calling you in the first time i encountered struggle would be cheating."

"Okay then. I'll be here to pick you up in four hours?"

"You're the best. I love you!"

As they kiss goodbye, Jane pushed the joystick of her wheelchair to the side, turned around and entered the building. inside, a young receptionist looked up from her screen to greet Jane. "Welcome. Miss Walsh i believe? 8:30 appointment for post-traumatic amputation rehab?"

"Hello, yes, that's me."

"Okay, down this hall, third door to the right. The door's automatic, so just roll close enough and it should open, if not, feel free to call me."

As the door opened before Jane, she saw a room which looked like a cross between gym and medical facility, with a large mat in the middle, parallel bars in far right corner and racks full of excercising equipment along the wall to the left. To the right she saw a woman roughly her age, missing both legs above her knees and right arm just below elbow sitting in old hospital issue wheelchair. Jane turned towards her and as her wheelchair slowly drove closer, it's motor gently whirring, the other woman looked up and smiled.

"Oh, Hi! I was starting to worry i'm going to be alone here today. I'm Roxy!" she said, cheerfully offering her left hand for a handshake "Yeah, i know it's awkward to shake a left hand, but what can i do about it?"

"I'm Jane, but...ahem..." said Jane, shrugging her shoulders to emphasise her missing arms, "I'm not sure what to do now..."

"Give me a foot, silly! At least yours is a right one, you know? Come on!" said Roxy cheerfully.

"Well, *sigh* okay then..." replied Jane shyly as she slowly extended her foot for Roxy to shake. Roxy immediately grabed the offered foot with her left hand and shook it.

"Now, that's more like it! Wow, are you moisturizing? You foot feels so soft!"

"Thank you... My boyfriend does that for me actually, i can't do much myself, you know..."

"Wow, he's a keeper. And don't worry, few weeks here and you'll forget you ever needed more than one limb to do things. I almost did already. But in my case, i kinda had to, living alone and all..."

"Oh, that must have been rough."

"Well, coping wasn't the bad part, you know? Being ditched by my bitch of an ex for not being perfect enough anymore? That really hurt."

"Oh, i'm so sorry to hear that, i didn't mean to remind you..."

"Nah, that's okay, screw her, i'm badass and i don't need her sorry ass, you know?"

"Good morning ladies", greeted them the rehab nurse, "I see we have a new face here today - miss Walsh i presume?" Jane noded. "Allright then, since you're new here i'll be focusing on you today to introduce you to the routines. Mis Jensen, you can move up to the parallel lines

and put on your training legs, you know the drill already."

Jane's excercises focused mostly on gaining dexterity in her remaining leg and foot. From time to time she took a peek at Roxy, waddling in her short, kneeless prosthetics with large circular pads instead of feet. She hoped she'll be fitted with her own prostetic leg soon, but her leg stump was still way too sensitive. Roxy caught her look and winked at her with a big cheerful smile. Jane wondered how the girl can be so cheerful all the time - losing three limbs was hard enough for Jane, so she couldn't even imagine being this optimistic if she also suffered through a break-up like Roxy did.

After finishing their respective routines, the nurse asked them whether they need help showering or feel like they can handle themselves. "I'm fine, thank you!" said Roxy, taking off the training legs before she rapidly scooted off towards the showers, using her single arm and her butt to move forward. "I... think i'll handle myself, thank you." said Jane, determined to become independent as soon as possible. "As you wish, but should you need a help, feel free to use the bell to call me up."

Hopping on her single foot, Jane made her way to the showers where Roxy was already taking her clothes off. At that moment, Jane realized her mistake.

"Oh, damn it... I better call the nurse..."

"What's the matter? Oh..." asked Roxy and immediately figured the answer. "That's allright, come over here, i'll help you."

"You sure? i mean... i don't want to bother you..."

"Don't worry, you don't. I wouldn't offer you my help if i feelt bothered by it." said Roxy with a smile and patted the seat next to herself. Jane hopped closer and shakily crouched with her butt over the bench next to Roxy, dropping the last eight inches to a sit.

"There you go. So, will you try to do it yourself first and leave the tricky parts to me, or should i start?"

"I'm barely a week home from hospital, so i guess the 'tricky parts' cover pretty much everything i guess. *sigh* Allright, then, go ahead."

Grabbing Jane's shirt by the collar, Roxy slipped it over her head easily without any arms in the way. She then pulled down Jane's shorts low enough for Jane to kick them off. As Roxy unhooked her bra, Jenny felt vulnerable and helpless, unable to cover herself. Setting the bra carefully on the shirt, Roxy noticed Jane's nipple piercings and smiled.

"Wow, didn't take you for a kinky one! I like those!"

"Yeah... I had them done before... you know... Now they just look dumb on a pathetic cripple like me..."

"Hey, whoah, don't say that! You are beautiful and don't you ever think otherwise!"

"Thanks... You sound a little like Sam now..."

"Which just shows i'm right. And as i said before - he's a keeper. Now, let's get those panties off and get to the showers, shall we?"

After Roxy set off Jane's panties on the pile of her other clothes, they each entered one of the neighboring shower stalls and sat on the stools inside. Jane reached with her foot for the lever tap and set the water temperature before she grabbed the soap bar and soaped herself everywhere she could reach with her sole foot.

"Uhh... Roxy? Could i ask you one more favor?"

"Sure, Jane, What is it?"

Could you come over and soap up my back?"

"Only if you do the same for me. I might have an arm, but believe it or not, i used to be right handed just three months ago."

Jane heard the water in Roxy's stall stop and a soft thud as Roxy dropped down from her stool. "Gotta bring the seat along, i don't think we would both fit on one, would we?" Said Roxy and by small increments, pulled the stool and herself one after another into Jane's stall. Setting the stool right next to Jane's she climbed atop it and smiled.

"That's more like it. I guess i wouldn't reach you from down there and i wasn't sure you would be able to stand up if i asked you to sit on the floor. Now, pass me the soap and turn around."

As Roxy took the soap from Jane's foot, she started soaping up her back and massaging it using both her hand and stump. "Oooh, that's great," exclaimed Jane, stretching her shoulder blades and twirling her sole short arm stump in delight. "Where did you learn this?"

"It used to be my trade back when i still had both arms. It's still all up there in my head, but who would pay for one armed masseuse anyway..."

"Well, i certainly would! Okay, my turn now. I don't think i can remotely match that experience, but let me soap you up real nice." said Jane, grabbed the soap bar with her foot and started rubbing Roxy's back with it.

"We make a pretty good team, don't we?" asked Roxy

"I can't take much credit for it. I'm such a mess. I mean, if it wasn't for you i would still stand outside unable to undress myself..."

"That's gonna improve, trust me. You should have seen me the first few weeks after losing my dominant arm. Give it a little time and you'll get much better."

"Except i lost both arms, remember?"

"You still got your leg. You know what i would give for one of those? And with a little training you'll soon handle it just like an arm, i mean, my back can already testify you're pretty gentle with it even now, so i'm sure you'll get even better over time. Hell, you might even eventually have better handwriting that i can ever hope for if you were right handed before."

"...Handwriting?"

"Oops, sorry... Footwriting? Is that a word?"

"It better be, i'm gonna need to have it after all", said Jane with a hearty laugh, a rare occasion in the last month of her life.

"Hey," grinned Roxy, turning to face Jane, "You know you're way prettier when you smile like that?"

"Are you hitting on me?" asked Jane.

"Well, normally i totally would, you're pretty much my type, but seeing you're taken and into guys, i'll pass. I'm no home wrecker you know?"

"Who said i'm only into guys?, asked Jane.

"Fair enough. Still, the last thing i would want to do would be wrecking such a strong, genuine relationship as yours. I kinda envy you, you know?"

"Don't worry, you still can find somebody. I saw you being fitted for prosthetics, i bet a badass sexy cyborg like you can't have much trouble scoring a girlfriend."

"You never dated a girl now, did you?"

"Well, there was this one time in college... Yeah, i guess a week long rebound doesn't really count. Allright, i didn't actually. Not that i never had options, but guys were usually easier to deal with."

"See? That's exactly what i'm talking about."

"You seemed to me pretty extroverted earlier when we met, why can't you just play that confident, outgoing, cheerful card in a bar somewhere?"

"Eh, i'd wish. Truth is, i felt confident only because you're first person since that car wreck who was pretty much on par with me physically. I wouldn't be nowhere near as confident otherwise, trust me. Also, being trained for a pair of legs and being able to afford some really nice pair are two things, you know?"

"So you won't get any?"

"I already ordered a pair of basic ones, spent my last dough on them, actually. I have money for a week long stay in a motel downtown where i moved after my ex dumped me. After that? I'll probably board a coach bus to live with my parents. But that's not important right now." said Roxy, her worries surfacing through her confident faccade. "Come on, let's dry ourselves and i'll help you get dressed, i'm sure your boyfriend is already waiting for you."

As Roxy dressed both of them, Jane suddenly got an idea

"Hey, i was thinking... How do you even get home from here?"

"I have this old wheelchair borrowed from here. It's far from easy operating it with one hand, but better than scooting all the way on my behind you know?"

"Why don't you borrow mine, then? Just snap off the clamp holding the joystick to the footrest and put it wherever you're comfortable."

"Wow, for real? But how about you?"

"I have a leg, i can hop along, it's not that far. Sam is waiting just outside, he'll drive us home."

"Us?"

"Sure, aren't you coming along?"

"If you insist. Beats taking the bus any day, thanks a lot!"

"Don't mention it. Come on, let's not keep Sam waiting."

As they said goodbye to the nurse and receptionist, they approached the door where Sam was already waiting for Jane.

"Wow, your boyfriend is hot." said Roxy.

"I thought you're into girls?" asked Jane

"Well... Mostly, but not exclusively. Damn, sorry, now i must sound like i'm coming after your boyfriend."

"A little. But you were hitting on me first, so i guess it's okay. We'll have to share you, that's all..."

"Ha ha ha... Wait a minute a what now?"

"I'm joking, don't worry. But you told me you'll have nowhere to live in a week. If you want, i can negotiate with Sam and you'll be staying with us."

"Even after i kinda... you know, shown interest in both of you?"

"Well, that might actually be a plus, you know?" said Jane, still slowly hopping along next to Roxy. "You're the only person besides Sam who seemed to be genuinely interested in me after all this happened to me. That seems to me well worth having you around. And i have a hunch Sam won't be against it - More than just a hunch, actually."

"Okay then... I'm not getting myself caught in a sex cult now, am i?" Asked Roxy with an awkward smile.

"Nah. No cult here. And sex only when all involved parties consciously agree. And even then - let's give Sam a little time to get used to the idea before we overwhelm him, shall we?"

"You're serious then? We just met like four hours ago and you want me to move in with you?"

"I'm not pressuring you into anything, we can drop you off at your motel if you want, just know there's an option..."

"Where do i sign?"

[hobaworld7]

MYG - Insecurities (TW) (M)

Pairing : reader x idol/yoongi

tw: mention of eat!ng dis0rder, body dysmorphia, weight and insecurities about reader's body, like b!g or feeling not enough. there is also a lot of fluff.

PLEASE : don't read if you are underage or are struggling with ed because this could be triggering*

I feel like i'm in the right place to write about that, i've been medically diagnosed with anor3x!@ and went to many therapies for my ed. so please be comfortable to get help if you struggle or you can always talk to me, my dm are open!

a/n: I wanted to write this one since a while, so here i am a 10pm when i have to wake up at 5am tomorrow, but hope you'll enjoy and please comment some request!

disclaimer : BTS or Suga doesn't belong to me. The scenario does. Remember that it's only an imagine. I also took some of his quote about body positivity because it fits with the story. I'll put them in italic, so you know that they are not mine.

LISTEN TO THIS SONG IF YOU NEED A REMINDER OF HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE!

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You've been struggling a lot lately. One year ago you were diagnosed with an eating disorder. You've went to therapy and since have been follow by a psychologist and your doctor. It was doing well, you've improved a lot but you were still feeling fragile. A little thing could be triggering enough to put you in some bad habits again. Summer was coming and even if your psy kept telling you to love your body that it does so much for you, just the thought of wearing and seeing yourself in short or crop top in front of people make you sick.

Here you were, in front of your full size mirror. You've tried at least 6 outfits. Nothing was okay. Your thighs were a little too big and you didn't like the way your arms fit in all of your tops. At this point, your bedroom was a mess and you were at the breaking point. You got out of your clothes, put on one of your boyfriend's hoodie and decided to call him.

-Y/N, is everything all right? I'm waiting for you at the studio.

-Yoongi, nothing looks good on me. I feel fat and ugly. I don't have anything to wear. I tried 6 outfits. I just can't get out of the house today, sorry my love...

-Babe, put anything that feel comfortable and come to the studio please. Take that long sleeve of mine that you love seeing me in. Wear it. You would look beautiful, as always, in it.

-Yoonie, I really don't feel like going out...

-Please jagiya, I'll wait for you now.

He hung up before you could say anything. He knows it was the only way to make you go out of your apartment. You went to his wardrobe, grab the long sleeve he was talking about and some legging too. You put your favorite white adidas shoes and some sunglasses before heading out. You were feeling shitty but you know you had to go see your boyfriend to feel better. He had a whole pm planned for both of you. You took the bus to his studio.

_ _ _

-Babe I'm here!

You knock slowly on the door and open it after hearing him telling you to come in. It was a little studio with all his instruments, some screens and a couch so he could rest during the busy days. You always love coming here when he was working on his album.

You hear him talking over the phone so you decided to get cozy and find your favorite spot on the couch under a blanket. You were scrolling on TikTok when Yoongi decide to come lay on you like a big bay, his head resting against your chest.

-Hello beautiful baby girl. What do you wanna eat?

-I don't feel like eating...

You wrap your arms around your belly. It was a bad day.

-I know, but you still have to take a bit or two. Now please, tell me what you wanna eat?

-I don't know, some ramen would be good?

-Perfect babe, i'll order something.

He kisses your forehead and go order food. You were a little hungry actually. But the eating disorder was like controlling your thoughts and after that body-hate morning, you didn't feel like you could eat. Like you were punishing yourself.

But Yoongi was amazing and understood how you were feeling. That's why he was forcing you to eat and get out of your apartment. He wanted you near him so he could watch over you because it was a bad day.

____

After you ate and he did all the work he had to do for the day, you both went home. You were feeling a little bit better. Once you arrive at your place, Yoongi went to the dressing to get changes and you went in the kitchen so you could grab something to drink.

-Babe! Y/N! Come here please.

You hears Yoongi scream from the dressing room. You let your coffee on the counter and went to the walk-in. When you open the door, you saw that he cleaned all your mess of the morning and took off the sheet that was covering the mirror. It was a full length one and he put on the sheet a week or two ago when you told him you felt ugly this day.

-Come here baby.

He reaches out for your hand. You take his hand and he slowly drag you near him. He put his hands on your shoulder and turn you around so you are facing the mirror.

-Baby, please not today..

You put your hands around your body.

-Please, let me do something okay?

You mumble as an answer. You knew he was stubborn so if you let him do what he wanted to do, it would be easier then try to leave right now.

-You are so beautiful baby.

He puts his hand on your hip and slowly pull up your hoodie.

-Raise your arm baby.

You slowly do as he said and he then slowly undress you. You were now only in your bras and legging. You rapidly put your arms around your body and turn to face him.

-Please babe, can I leave now?

Yoongi put his hands on your cheek and lift up your face toward him.

-Trust me with that okay baby? You are so beautiful and I love you so much. I just want you to know. I wanna tell you over and over again how perfect you are. Now turn around and look at yourself in the mirror, please.

You turn around slowly and he put his index under your chin and lift up your face so you can see your reflection. He cover your neck of kisses and put his hands back on your hips.

-Look at that beautiful body. He's so precious.

He take off his shirt and trow it away. Then his hands are on your hip and his lips on yours. As he kisses you, he undress you of your legging.

-I don't want you to loose weight. Just imagine, one gram of your beautifulness leaving your body. I wouldn't be able to live.

He goes sit on the couch that decorate the corner of the room. He take your hands and once he's comfortably sit, pull it so you can sit on him, facing the mirror. He start kissing your neck and shoulder. His hands touching every parts of your exposed skin. His mouth was devouring your skin. Your eyes close, just taking all this sweetness and pleasure in.

-Open your eyes baby. Look how beautiful you are.

You start feeling his lips, sucking and gently bitting your skin. Probably leaving marks all over your body like he loves to do. You didn't really mind, honestly. Yoongi loved it so much, seeing his passages on you so it kinda turned you on.

-You are so pretty baby. Look at your body. Reacting so much under my touch.

Both of his hands were touching your body and you were shaking under his touch.

-Y/N, I love you so much. You are so amazing. You are so beautiful. Please never think you aren't enough or not pretty enough. You're a piece of art.

___

If you want to read more, here is the link of my masterlist : https://www.tumblr.com/kimtaehyung-taetae-writing/710423978560421888/masterlist?source=sharethank you army!

[phoenix-writez]

Decided to post entry #1 here as some people may not enjoy reading things on ao3 :D

I'm not sure how to format the fic on tumblr, so feel free to give me criticism! (Constructive. Criticism. I will ignore insulting)

So, have fun with Scar's POV! It's in first person, so if you're not a fan of that... Sorry! I try to analyze the characters beforehand and write them as themselves! Scar's a silly little guy, so I hope I got that down!

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Entry #1

[SCAR]

August 18, 1997

This place is fun, honestly! I got here just four days ago!

A theater filled with red and pink strobe lights, it feels rather disco-ey, if I'm being honest. There's a rather large stage where people step up and say whatever they want. There's actors, circus acts, and even singers. Or karaoke.

Why is karaoke spelled that way? It should be kareoke, but to each their own!

Either way, I've gone up there a few times just to sing songs from my favorite cartoons. Had a few cheers from the crowd, but not many.

I loved it here though!

When I first got to the theater, I had been with a few friends. I don't know where they went, lost track of them. I remember this guy welcoming us, holding out his hand and grinning fancily.

“Welcome, all! This is the Eye’s Spy Theatre!”

Trust me, it's not spelled theater. I learned the hard way.

“Want me to take you to your rooms?” The fella acknowledged each of us. He had a towel folded over his arm, just like a butler would in a fictional story. I tilted my head to the side like a dog, “Sir? No offense, but I don't recall this being a hotel.”

“Perhaps you missed the sign, but all is well, Scar Goodtimes, your room is already booked. First floor, as always! Can't be giving you anything further than that with your given situation, can we?” He says, then steps behind me.

I raise my hands, “WAIT– Hands off, fancy guy! Firstly, what do you mean?”

“How do you know his name?” My friend asked. Fancy Guy looked over, “When you book a room, we get your names on the screen. Besides, I know everyone in this town.”

Right.

—

August ??????

I woke up with a start, hearing a bang nearby. I pull myself onto my chair and roll onward, out of the room.

“What?! What happened–”

I look towards the stage, my breath slows. “Oh! Obviously.” I giggle, then I do a double take. What the– “What am I doing up there?!”

On the stage, was me in a weird outfit. I've never seen this kind of outfit before, honestly. Maybe some new fashion shaped itself in the six days I've been here.

Wait… how long has it been?

I blink, but I can't really think. My memory is kinda foggy.

I see more characters on the stage, some blue haired guy and this ginger lady clearly tired out and breathing heavy. I'm not sure if it was Hollywood level acting, or they were actually just overworked out of their minds.

I roll towards the bar, and no, this bar isn't necessarily an alcoholic bar you see at night time when everything else closes. I'm sixteen! I can't even drink anyway! I doubt rules changed that much when I've been here.

I grin at the tender, “Do you have anything other than really warm milk? It was you, after all, who said you'd make this the best experience possible y'know.”

“I… we do, in fact. Anything you want, dear hero.”

“Hero? My name is Scar, did you forget that fancy pants?” I smirk. “No. I did not.” He said flatly.

“Oh.”

“I'd like just a simple water, honestly.” I said. “Ah, only the crispiest we'll hand out for you.” The man kneels towards the shelves.

Huh? I blink. He's reaching up at them actually, I swear I've been seeing things.

I spend my time drinking the water and distracting myself from the fact I may have just met my walking doppelganger. Though he's using a cane, still those legs can work and I'm jealous.

Just kidding, I don't care.

—

After a few minutes, I nearly jump, but I keep my composure. Another guy, looks around my age but surprisingly short. I'd give him a… 4’11? Jeez, really needs a growth spurt by now.

He ordered an orange juice and stared into the distance. That's when he spoke to me, “Fun act, right?”

“I wasn't really interested, too confusing. What was that back there, some kinda jester or whatever?”

“I'd give it a 5 out of tried their best.” The short guy said, then he turned to look at me and giggled. “You look like one of the actors.”

“Must be a long lost brother.” I put my cup down and look at him, and woah. My eyes widened and I smiled awkwardly. “Well! That's a… so what's your name, orange juice?”

“Oh! My name's Grian.” He smiled so brightly. I chuckled, “Cool! My name is Scar.”

“Oh I know–”

“Huh?”

“Sorry, long story.”

“Everyone knows my name in this place!” I look back at the table in front of us. “That would be a given. This place isn't really, well, real.” Someone walked towards us both.

Actually, a group.

The actors.

“Aw, I'm getting a standing ovation from the fellas themselves–” I look around. “Where's the guy who looked like me?”

“Hi.” This strange lab coat wearing guy– oh! I know him. Cub?!

I blinked. How long ago did he show up here? Two days ago I saw him on the news and he looked much shorter, and he'd been running away from a police department, some sort of forensics office he'd blown up.

Cub raked his hands through his hair, it looked really messy. “I sorta used this weird amulet to change my appearance.”

“Are we still acting?” I asked, “Amulet, you say? Well, I simply cannot!” Immediately, my hand impacts my forehead dramatically. “... We're acting, right?”

“No.” Grian said, “Though he is lying, listen, Scar. I'm gonna ask you a really weird question and you have to answer me.”

“Uh-huh…”

“What year is it?”

“Oh! That's easy, 1997, duh! Did you guys hit your heads or something?” I smiled, chuckling. The bartender finally came by and gave Grian his orange juice. Then he vanished.

Grian grabbed his cup and he took a sip. “1997, hm? What if I told you it's not?”

“I wouldn't believe you.” I giggled. “I've been here for a week, duh! Got here just Monday with some of my friends. Where did they go, though?” I looked around. I still couldn't see them.

“They probably got out.” The sassy blue guy said, “Yeah, or stuck.” The ginger crossed her arms. I looked at them. “They’re just in their rooms.”

“Why don't we take a look then, huh? Where are their rooms?” Grian asks, I shift awkwardly. “...Third floor.”

“This thing doesn't have an elevator for you?” Cub asks.

“If a building ain't as tall as five stories, there's no need.” I lean back in my chair. “Which is, uh, needless to say, no.”

The ginger thought for a moment, then she grinned. “Tell them the numbers, and we'll go on from there. I'll stay back with you, just so you have someone near you!”

“I'm fine on my own.” I looked at her. “Absolutely not,” she glanced at me up and down, “genuinely, if I had to guess. You're dehydrated, probably haven't eaten much, and the moment you see the sun your eyes will wish you'd gone blind.”

“With these strobe lights? Might as well have gone blind already.” I shrugged, she stared at them. “They're LED now.”

“Meh! I think they always have been, luminescent and whatnot.” I said, “What's your name, by the way?”

“Gem. That there is Scott, he's uh… something, alright.” She sighed. Scott, the fancy blue guy, waves. “I'll go up third floor, what's the room?”

“Rooms, uh… 307, 315? I think?”

“Why are they so separated?” Grian’s eyes widened. “The rooms might've been taken between ‘em.” Cub immediately began his journey towards the stairs.

“Eight rooms between them?! Cub, there's seven people in this room!”

“Most people got drained after the second day and went to sleep. Haven't seen them since.” I added.

Grian paused. He looked at Gem, and they both seemed to come to an agreement. I heard Gem mutter, “Hypnos,” and she sat by me. Grian stood up.

“I thought that guy was fine by now! What's going on?” He grumbled. My head laid on the table like my neck had gotten exhausted from holding it. “Maybe he changed his mind.”

“Or maybe, this establishment is really old and he forgot to tear it down.” Grian sighed, then he took a step forward and looked at the ground.

“What's… this symbol doing here?”

“Aren't you supposed to be heading up to the third floor?” I said, for some reason my body felt like all the energy was getting sucked out of it. I don't know how, but everything in my field of vision was getting blurry. And Grian had sharp-ish ears, and an elven face. I swore he didn't look real.

Because he didn't.

I glanced at Gem, and she looked completely normal. Besides the fact that she was actively plotting something and had a sword in her belt. I don't know what I saw before, but I guess I just assumed she was in some sort of costume.

Everyone wears costumes around here. I've seen a giant guy with a hundred arms walk around here demanding for some cyclops guy, then he exited the building fine as that.

I felt nauseous, and everything went black.

—

I don't know. I don't know what today is. Everything is the same.

I wasn't out for long, fainting spells don't usually last longer than a minute. I woke up and everyone was staring at me with concern. “We found your friends.” Scott grimaced, “And we found you, doing the same thing as them.”

“I passed out, I don't know what happened.” I groaned, “Grian, since when were you an elf guy?”

Grian giggled, “I'm not an elf, idiot.”

“Why are your ears all sharp then?”

“Oh! That's just normal, I was born like that.” Grian shrugged, “But back to you. You passed out on our watch, which means this doesn't happen when you're on your own.”

“Possible.” Cub gazed at the floor, then he leaned and played around with the tiles like it was a puzzle. “What do you mean possible? We proved your hypothesis, thank you.” Grian tilted his head.

“What if we're not registered here?” Cub lifted himself, holding a brick that revealed a gaping hole underneath the building. “What if we're just simply wanderers with no true meaning to this place?”

“We'd still be people, hun.” Scott said flatly.

“Not in this place. I think this is an entirely different world compared to, well, Earth.” Cub grabbed a coin out of his pocket, and he dropped it into the abyss.

“Scar, do you perceive things differently than normal people?” He looked up at me. I couldn't help but think that this situation is way too serious for a random questionnaire I've had billions of times when I was younger.

The answer is yes.

It's always yes.

“When I was, like, six, my mom found me digging at the ground. It's ‘cause I heard some rattling, and I wanted to free the thing that was suffering. When I finally did, it was a skeleton monster! She grabbed me and pulled me away, told me never to do that again.” I started, “That those things are dangerous, that my father would be back and he would never want to see me playing with creatures I can't define.”

“I mean, a skeleton monster is pretty much accurate.” Grian laughed, “Wait, you don't know your dad?”

“Nope!” I smiled, “Always asked, was told he died.”

“...So how would he be back?” Scott squinted. “We had a ouija board in our house, although it's only for eight year olds and older, and I was barely able to simply sleep on my own.” I sighed.

But, the presence of the board didn't scare me knowing what it did. I quite like the idea of ghosts, and I know we had some in our house. They slept in the corners, watched me do my chores, and stared at me when my health declined.

Not much they could've done anyhow.

I felt my hands clenching on my legs, and I released them. “Uh… I never believed that. There was no grave we visited. Ever. She just said it like it was a fact from years ago.”

Cub nodded, then we heard the coin ding and slam itself into what sounded like concrete. I glanced at the floor. “What was that?!” I press my hands to the wheels of my chair. “Cub?!”

“I heard what I needed to hear.” He smiled, then simply disappeared.

We all stared where he left. “UGH! CUB!” Grian grabbed a knot of his own hair and tugged, but not pulling anything out. I gazed at the underground, and I swear I felt a calling.

Like I needed to be somewhere.

That's when the stupid butler grabbed all of us and dragged us out. “I do believe your time here is over, thank you for being so kind.” He shoved us out the door. I locked my chair and looked around, frozen.

“Where's Cub?! WHERE'S IMPULSE YOU–” Grian grabbed Gem and pulled her aside. She'd been yelling at the guy the whole time we were getting kicked out. I had no idea there was another person with them that had gone missing.

I had a theory, but it wasn't so friendly.

And I swear I could see that guy in a different form now that I had been placed outdoors.

He was tall, almost goopy, and I swear he had one giant eye in the middle of his face that stared deeply into your soul.

Normally I saw him as just this generic black-haired guy. He had this way about him that felt, well, casual yet business.

Like he was familiar with you but he didn't want to get fired.

I covered my face with my hands. Just thinking about my mother made me realize something.

“Guys, what year is it?” My tired eyes felt like they were dragging on the ground. I could just feel the hot pavement scraping my eyelids.

“...Scar, it's 2025.” Grian said.

“...Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

I stared at the outdoors, and felt like I'd been through multiple disasters at once.

“It was just a week…”

But now I realize how much time I truly spent there. And it doesn't make me too glad to know it.

[harringtonswriting]

the one with the upside down kisses | s.h.

summary: steve has something he's always wanted to try, and when a raining evening comes along, he can't help but want to try it out with you (modern!au; spidey!steve universe) pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader warning(s): some language, some slightly suggestive content word count: 2.1k notes: hi hi!!! i'm back and i'm here to humbly offer my own take on spidey!steve. emma and i have been discussing this for a while and i decided i wanted to try writing this; i love it, and i really hope that you do as well! this is just a small piece for now, but if you wanna see more spidey!steve in the future, please feel free to let me know and to send in requests for him! if this is something people wanna see more of, i do have more plans for future fics/blurbs for him as well 👀 enjoy!

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It starts raining just after dinner. You hear the raindrops start to beat against your kitchen window as you’re doing dishes, and you don’t mind the quiet rhythmic sound of the rain hitting the glass as it mixes with the music you have playing at a low volume. It’s just you tonight–you’d come home to an empty apartment after work, a scribbled note from your boyfriend on your kitchen counter (and a bag of chips that he’d left open next to it, and a pile of his clothes on the floor) letting you know that he’d been there, but had to run off to assist with a bank robbery, but he loves you very much (and you need more snacks).

You’d slipped the note inside the drawer of your desk with all the others he’s written to you over the last few months since you’d started dating, all the different colours of sticky notes gathered together in your own little collage of Steve. Sometimes you pull them out when you’re having a bad day, or if you’re worried about his safety (especially if things look rough on the news, though you don’t take anything the Daily Bugle says to heart unless it’s something written by Nancy), to read through.

You then grab his clothes and take them to the bathroom to throw them in the hamper before you head back to the kitchen to settle into your nightly routine of getting changed out of your work clothes and into something comfy, and cooking dinner for yourself. You know Steve’ll be going on patrol after he finishes up with the bank robbery, most likely until much later, but you hope he’ll stop by after if it isn’t too late. He usually does, either swinging in through your living room window, or through his own window to change and then come over to yours (though he’s basically moved in with you at this point, so it’s not often he goes to his own place first).

Once you finish the dishes, leaving them to dry in the rack on the counter, you take your phone and sit on the couch to flip through things to watch while you scroll through your phone–you check the latest updates from #SpideyFails because Steve isn’t here to pout about accidentally clotheslining himself on a streetlight again, and then respond to some texts from Robin and look at the ten different pictures of Ozzy that Eddie’s sent you. The rain is still going strong, the sound of it ricocheting off your living room windows almost soothing as you weigh your options. Just as you finally decide on a movie to watch–which is the one you’ve been watching on repeat lately, but it’s a good movie and Steve isn’t here to poke at you for doing it–you feel your phone buzz on your leg, and the screen lights up. You can see Steve’s name attached to the message, so you grab your phone and unlock it to see what he’s sent you.

From: Webhead 🕸❤️ >>meet me on the fire escape at 10

You check the time on your phone, seeing that it’s almost eight o’clock, and look out the window at the dark city view from where you are on the couch. He’s usually done between ten and eleven on a good night, which you were hoping was the case tonight, but it’s more than a little odd that he wants you to meet him outside when it’s raining. You chew on your thumb before you text him back.

To: Webhead 🕸❤️ >>Why? It's raining

Steve’s response comes back quickly–he must be taking a break somewhere, or maybe patrol is more dead than you’d thought. You hope he’s staying as warm and dry as he can–his suit is waterproof, thankfully, but not very well insulated. And he always refuses to wear anything other than underwear underneath it. It’s caused a number of arguments during colder weather.

From: Webhead 🕸❤️ >>surprise :))

Steve doesn’t explain himself beyond that, and despite how you roll your eyes and throw your phone onto the other side of the couch as the movie continues playing. You know how much he’s going to pout if you don’t do it, but you also know how much you enjoy staying dry inside. But why does he even want you to meet him outside, anyway? Especially that late at night?

As much as you want to watch the movie you put on, you can’t help but let your mind wander as you think about what Steve might want you to meet him in the rain for. You could cross food off the list–the two of you had learned the hard way that swinging across the city carrying takeout usually ended in disaster, and if he really wanted something he’d either order it himself to be delivered to your place, or more likely he’d ask you to order it for him (with payment in kisses to follow when he got home).

Maybe he changed the colours of his suit? You didn’t think that’d be it given how attached he is to his current suit and how well it works for him (and his body, you’d absolutely noticed how good it looks on him and how good it makes him look), and besides, that’s something he can show you inside, preferably in your bedroom after he dries himself off.

Before you know it, it’s nearly ten o’clock, and your phone is buzzing on the other side of the couch where you’d thrown it, and it’s Steve again. You reach over and grab it, not bothering to pause the movie, and unlock your phone to read his message.

From: Webhead 🕸❤️ >>dont see you on the fire escape >:((

You can honestly imagine him pouting right now–you wouldn’t be able to see it under his mask, of course, but you’d know he’s pouting with his forehead wrinkled, the little furrow between his eyebrows and his soft pink lips pulled down at the corners. You shake your head, a smile on your face as you type back an answer.

To: Webhead 🕸❤️ >>It's not 10 yet, you said come out at 10

Are you messing with him? Absolutely, because you know Steve is gonna be grumbling at his phone and aggressively tapping his screen while he texts you back.

From: Webhead 🕸❤️ >>.....ok well im here NOW >>pls come out and look up babe

You put your phone down on your coffee table, getting up and walking over to the living room window in front of the fire escape. You look out, though through the rain beating against the glass you can’t make out much besides the faint glowing of the different lights in the city. You lament your nice, dry clothes for a moment before you crack the window open. And then, thinking better of things for a moment, you run and grab a few towels to leave by the window so you and Steve can dry yourselves off when you come inside, before you’re climbing over the window sill to stand on the fire escape.

The rain is cold, much colder than you’re expecting, and it runs down your face and your body and more quickly than you’d like, you’re soaked through. Remembering Steve’s last text message, you use one of your hands to try and shield your eyes as you look up above you. And that’s when you see him.

“Come here often, gorgeous?” Steve is crouching, upside down, hanging off of the fire escape above yours by a strand of webbing. You can hear the smug grin in his voice, muffled slightly by the mask on his face, and he lowers himself down so his head is level with yours.

“Come out on my own fire escape? I feel like I should be asking you if you come here often, Bug Boy,” you tease him, and Steve gasps exaggeratedly, one hand leaving the webbing to smack into the spider symbol splashed across his chest.

“Bug Boy? Really? I come here to make sure your neighbourhood is safe, and that’s the best you can come up with?” he asks, which has you laughing. He sighs dramatically, before the hand on his chest goes back to hold the line of webbing. “I’ll take that over what Goblin and the Bugle were saying about me today, though.”

His voice is a little lower, a little more subdued when he says that, which tells you that whatever had been said had gotten to him today. He normally shrugs it off, laughs off whatever insults or vitriol gets spewed his way, but some days it gets to him. Today seems to be one of those days. “Hey, hey,” you tell him, stepping closer to him so your right side up face is directly in front of his upside down face. “You’re my Bug Boy, and you’re the best one the city could ever ask for. You’re my hero. I’m lucky to have you.” You mean it; you know how absolutely lucky you are to have Steve in your life; sure, it’s a hundred times more chaotic with him and all the craziness being Spider-man brings, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You love him more than you ever thought possible, and your love for him grows every day you’re together.

“Maybe you could show me just how lucky?” He seems to have gotten back his sense of humour, and you can imagine his eyebrows waggling underneath his mask. Normally you’d crack a joke back, especially with the cold rain pouring down your body, but you’ll do that next time. Today you’ll show him how much you love him.

You reach up and, as gently as you can, reach under the neck of his suit to find the seam for his mask. Once your fingers find it, you pull it down until the bottom half of his face is exposed, the mask resting just above the tip of his nose. One of his hands grabs one of yours then, before you can tug it down anymore, and you stop. He brings that hand to his mouth, placing a soft kiss to your palm. His lips are warm against your skin, and you can see the little bit of stubble on his chin and upper lip; the pretty brown moles dotting his cheeks and the sliver of his neck you can see.

You bring your other hand up to cup his cheek, and then you’re leaning forward to press your lips against his own. Water had started to run down his face, so they’re a bit wet on both ends. Steve’s lips are warm and soft against your own, though, and before you know it your thumbs are rubbing along his jawline as his tongue is pushing its way into your mouth. You let it, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss. You can feel the lack of oxygen going to your head, though, and you regretfully break apart. Your breath floats around the two of you, the heat mixing with the chilly air and the rain, and Steve’s grin is impossibly wide.

“Always wanted to try that,” he tells you, letting go of the webbing completely to drop down onto his feet in front of you. You knock your shoulder into his, laughing for a moment before a chill runs down your spine. “Oh, shit, right, it’s raining. Get inside and get warm, baby, I just gotta grab my bag and uh, stuff.”

You absolutely want to get out of the rain so you climb back inside, grabbing a towel to dry yourself off as best you can before you head for your bedroom to change into dry clothes. You hear the window slam shut a few minutes later, a few muffled curses as Steve no doubt faceplants again coming inside, and you grab some dry clothes for him to change into while you hang his suit to dry in the bathroom, and then the two of you can crawl into bed together while he tells you about his day.

(You don’t say anything, though, when you notice later that a new framed photo has made its way onto your night stand, one of the two of you kissing in the pouring rain, beside some cold medicine and a glass of water and a brand new note for your collection)

[celestie0]

first of all, i knew that kai dude was bad news!!

but let's start form the top!! gojo kicking the ball in the FACE??? ahhhh lost it!!! i thought he maybe aimed at kai but boy was (accidentally) aiming at her, nooo!!!

ahaha but the way he cared for her then 😭😭 my heart, so weak for this trope. also we got a kiss so a win is a win!!

“Go ahead,” he says, using his knee to spread your legs apart, then finds a place to stand between your thighs to get closer to you. “I’ve got a lot of ways I could shut you up.”

excuse me man. do not say this in front of me or i'll get wet. thank you. moving on!

“You were born blessed with talent, and you’re popular, and people adore you, and you don’t have to worry about internships, or jumping from job to job just to make something of yourself."

ugh, that moment when she breaks down about her depts and car repair bills and all that? it was so raw and real. it makes her even more relatable. loved that!!

“You don’t want me hanging out with them?” you repeat after him, “I’m not listening to that. Because it’s possessive. And it’s wrong.”

yes, yes yes!! tell him girl!!! put him in his place!!! love pissed fmc!! <33

“Does that make you feel better?” he asks. / “Does thinking of me that way—…does it make you feel better about all of this? Between us?”

bruh, satoru is THE sweetest in this story, and I'm LIVING for his soft boy energy! he has such a innocent and soft love for her, i could cry and vanish into thin air 😭😭

also the way he is ALL about her dreams and supporting her in her carrer. WEAK.

but then everything happening after, god i was so ANGRY with Kai and all his douchebag people!!! i was ready to throw hands through the screen!!!

but can we also talk about how our girl was holding her own even when those jerks were putting her and her dreams down? she's got a fire in her, and i love that she wasn't backing down! satoru's lucky to have someone so fierce by his side.

thank goodness satoru and his squad showed up when things got serious and protected her!! also that protective move in front of her? I DIED. It's official, i'm WEAK. just one word. WEAK.

can't wait to read the next chapter, in which satoru will surely move heaven and earth to show his love to her and i'm here for it!!! please shower me with all the fluff and smut.

i need ALL the cozy, heart-melting moments! ♡♡

honestly, this AU is EVERYTHING. you're painting such a vivid picture, i feel like i'm right there on campus, surrounded by hotties and drama!! what could someone ask more of? ♡♡

also want to add that i think you have an incredible ear for how people talk, with all their quirks and little inflections. reads so natural and authentic!! have a great day or night, whenever you read this!

OMG LOSTFRACTURES M00TIE <333 THANK U SM FOR UR ASK I COULD CRY RN

aaa yes he actually isnt the one that kicked the ball haha 🤣 that was originally going to be the plan, but rather his teammate kicked the ball and he was too distracted by reader getting super close to kai to see it, and it flew past him n then hit her 😵‍💫

LMAO pls same part of me wanted to scream just to fuck around n find out ab all those ways of shutting us up haha

thank uuu im so glad you enjoyed her lash out 🥺💕 it was simultaneously very gratifying but also heartbreaking to write

aaa thank uu sm ur words ab softie satoru LOL i think his way of showing care can be unconventional sometimes but there’s no denying he really does want her to have the things he thinks she deserves :”) im just glad he finally thinks he’s someone she deserves haha

AND YES. SHE’s ALSO FIERCE AND A SOFTIE AT THE SAME TIME ✨✨ i wa sso excited by this chapter bc i think it takes gojo being “too good for her” bc he’s popular n whatnot but now reader is just THAT GIRL n a bad bitch and she’s almost too good for him now haha

ouu ty for the compliment on the dialogues n stuff 😭🤧 that’s so relieving to hear lol

AND YESS SO EXCITED FOR HIS LOVER BOY ERA ch10 is gonna be a lot of fun and sexy (still a tad bit angsty 👉🏼👈🏼) haha thank uu sm for looking forward to it 🥺💕 ur too kind pls