#it smells so so so so close it just doesnt have the alcohol smell to it like the hand sanitizer

[valentinesparda]

9:45 am and pouring rain and I have to be at WORK for 8 hours. DEATH AND DYING

[rayraelleaizawa]

They say something hurtfull in an argument

TW: sad, slight angst, fighting

Characters: Shanks, Beckmann, Mihawk

Side note: a bit ooc cause they'd never say something like that but we live for angst

Part 2: Making up after an argument

Shanks

"Why do you always have to be drunk?" i asked him as he woke up with yet another hangover. Being together with Shanks is amazing, he loves you, he gives you everything you could wish for and more, but there is one thing you hate about his beheaviour: the constant drinking.

"Because we are pirates, we have to party" Shanks answered with a grin before he groans due to his headache.

"This drinking will kill you one time, do you know that? It's also a huge downturn in bed when i want to kiss you and all i can smell is alcohol on your breath." You kept on complaining, tired of this. "Alcohol damages your body so much, do you want to die so much earlier or what?" you snapped at him.

"Maybe I need something to make me feel better about your constant bickering." Shanks said with a growl, the grin disappearing.

You halted in your tracks. A look of hurt crossed your face as you shut your mouth close. Sadness welled up inside you at the thought, that you were also a reason why he kept on having this extremly unhealthy habit.

"I'm sorry then" you said quietly and walked out of your shared quarters, now probably only his quarters, cause you werent sure if you want to go back there and sleep next to him.

You were just worried about him, why didnt you notice that you were annoying him with that? You never said anything, helped him out of all his problems that he caused by himself with his childish demeanour, you only scolded him when he hurt himself. He never hurts others, he only lets himself get hurt. And that frustrated you beyond believe.

Didnt he know how much you cared for him? Did he even care? Are you even enough to make him start to look out for himself?

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you hid yourself in an empty room on the ship. You tried so much to accept his drinking habbits, you didnt even ask him to stop, just to not be drunk 6 and a half days of the week, and that every week.

You burried your face in your knees and cried. Where you that insufferable that he hurts his own body just to be able to endure your company? If you left, then he wouldnt do this to himself anymore, right?

Benn Beckman

"Really? Another one?"

You say annoyed as you watch your boyfriend light up another cigarette.

"Yes. Another one."

He plainly answers. You guys had this discussion before. You wanted him to smoke less, he said he'd try to but the amount doesnt get any less.

"Benn this really damages your lungs. Cant you please try to smoke less?"

You asked again, and he sighed annoyed.

"They help me relax."

You started to get annoyed by his short answers.

"You could relax with other stuff. You could take a bath, or i could massage you, or we could just spend time together."

You suggested as he sighed out audibly annoyed.

"And you think after all the work and stress I have the whole day I want to spend it around a person which constantly nags on me and where i cant let my mind settle even a bit?"

He snapped, looking at you angrily. You looked at him with an unmoving face before you adverted your eyes. You didnt want to show him that his words hurt.

"I'm sorry, I didnt know you couldnt let your guard down around me."

You said defeated, turning around and slowly walking away. You could hear him say your name quietly but you didnt want to turn around. You just walked under deck and into your cabin. You sat down on your desk and started working, tears running down your face as you felt a coldness within you.

Does he not trust me enough? I didnt know that I am a stress factor for him.

Dark thoughts pleagued your mind as you tried to just work through your feelings. You tried to not be even more of a burden. Tears ran down your face, some of them hitting the desk and some hitting the papers with the lists and research about the treasures your crew had gotten lately.

Benn works so hard, and I never made him feel better. I just added to his stress. He'd be better off alone, right?

Dracule Mihawk

"Could you please tell me when you plan on leaving?"

You said to Mihawk as he came back after two months without telling you that he'll be gone.

"Why? I have my own free will if i remember correctly."

"Because I worry about you when you just suddenly disappear! It isnt that hard to just leave a note or something when you cant tell me in the face that you have to leave."

You were angry at him. What did he think? He was your boyfriend so why couldnt he just tell you when he left for weeks?

He puts down his hat and went to get some vine but you stopped him. Him not even looking at you makes you feel like you're unimportant to him, that this whole matter is of no interest to him.

"Do you really care so little about my feelings? Or am I just a nuissance to you right now that you cant even stop walking when I talk with you."

He then looked at you, annoyance but also a sign of being unbothered on his face.

"You're acting like a child. If I leave again and dont come back you'll at least know why now."

He said that so matter of factly that you were stunned about his coldness. He moved around you to the kitchen to grab some vine, and you just stood there.

Did he really just say that I am the reason why he doesnt want to come home anymore?

You shook your head slightly, recalling his words again and trying not to be hurt by them. As you hear his steps starting to come back, you hurried out of the room and into your shared bedroom. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to make it make sense.

When did he start hating to come back to you? What exactly was so annoying about you? Why didnt he just tell you that he didnt like your behaviour anymore? Does he even like you anymore?

All those thoughts were running through your head as you packed the little clothes and stuff you owned. You didnt touch a thing that he bought for you. If he wanted to leave and not come back, then you will make it easier for him and leave on your own. That's what he wants, isnt it?

After you finished packing you quietly stepped out of his castle and made your way into the woods. Tears were still streaming down your face, but you ignored them. This was for the best, right?

[gyuvision]

strawberry soju -> [back to masterlist?]

pairing : exes to ?? hong seunghan x fem reader

contains -> : drinking, mention of alcohol/being drunk

wc : 0.9k

preview ! - your drunken ex boyfriend calls you up out of nowhere, leaving him under your care for the night when he doesnt want you to go.

continue? ⬇️

you groaned at the sound of your phone buzzing once again. after all, it really does get annoying when its been 3 minutes and 7 missed calls.

“who could be calling so late? 10pm on a friday..”

setting down the ramen cup and pausing your favorite show, you swipe to accept the call, holding the phone up to your ear without checking the caller id. “hello? whos this?”

“y/nniee? that you?” the person slurred.

you knew that voice all too well, you didn’t even have to look at the contact name. “seunghan.” you sighed.

“you finally answered.” he exclaimed. you could practically hear his stupid smile.

“been drinking again?” you said, already knowing by his tone of voice.

“just.. a little tipsy..”

“are you-” you were cut off by someone elses voice.

“sorry y/n. he had a lot to drink.” eunseok joined in. “you mind getting seunghan? i know its.. awkward still. but my parents are supposed to go out soon, and i don’t want to leave my brother by himself.”

“hes sooo drunk that he seems to think you’re still together. he’s been asking for you all night!” sungchan snickered somewhere in the background.

“uh.. send me your location then? i guess its fine just this once. he wont even remember it in the morning.”

so you found yourself driving to a well known local restaurant to pick up your ex boyfriend. even though it was your choice, you couldnt help but wonder why you were doing this.

and you also couldn’t help but feel bad at the thought of seunghan being so drunk to the point he still thinks you’re dating.

“y/n, over here!” sungchan called out to you as you entered the building.

“wheres eunseok?”

“you just missed him. he had to go because he’s too worried about his brother.”

“my y/n! you’re here!” seunghan squealed going to pull you into a tight hug.

you awkwardly pat his head in return instead of hugging back. though you couldn’t say that you didn’t miss his touch.

sungchan helped you both to the car before he took off as well.

“god you smell like.. like, strawberry soju?” you exclaimed. “you really reek of alcohol. how much did you drink?”

seunghan replied by holding up 9 fingers, a lazy smile across his face and his eyes closed, with his cheeks a bright pink. “9 shots?” you scoffed as you set course for seunghans house.

“babyy.” seunghan whined. “im not your baby.” “you’ll always be my baby.” he teased back.

you sighed as you rubbed your forehead in frustration. “what do you want?”

“aircon please. i feel hot.” he mumbled as he tugged at the collar of his shirt.

you sank into your seat after turning on the air conditioning, putting up with how cold you were so he could feel better. after all, he was a bit of a liability right now though.

you walked up to seunghans apartment with him leaning into your shoulder while he had one arm around you for support.

“whats your code?” you asked, opening his keypad as you assumed he changed the password after your break up.

“same as always. your birthday. i would never change it.”

you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t soften even in the slightest.

after changing seunghans shirt for him then getting him tucked into the sheets, you went to get up to get ready and go home before he pulled you back into the bed with him.

“please dont go.” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your neck with a small whine.

“but didn’t you think that we..” “nah. just wanted to believe that we were. feel more confident when i’m that drunk.”

“im sorry.”

“why did you leave me?”

though seunghan had said some crazy things that night, nothing would’ve prepared you for that.

“seunghan..”

“i dont care about it anymore then. just dont leave me again. even if its only for today.”

you turned around in his grasp to press a light kiss into his forehead. “promise.”

you decided, maybe it wouldnt be so bad to spend the night. you realize you wouldnt mind being happy with seunghan again even if it meant that he wouldnt remember any of it.

‘but might as well, cause i cant help myself.’ [1:36]

..

‘i dont ever wanna know how it feels to not have you, my strawberry soju.’ [1:51]

[strawberrymatchawhore]

7

exbf!jungkook x exgf!reader

“you wrap around me and you give me life… and that's why night after night i'll be lovin' you right”

summary- after seven long years of the breakup between you and jungkook, he randomly decides to show up and tries to prove that hes really a changed man.

warning/s- DUBCON. rough sex under the influence (both sides), hesitant y/n, choking, fingering, messy sex, lovebomb/confession, nutting inside (a/n also sorry for not posting for a while n this was kinda rushed soo i do apologize in advance LMAOOO)

you loudly groaned and smacked your hand around the couch to look for your phone, who the hell calls at this hour ? you took a hit of the joint youve been smoking for the past few minutes and then clicked the answer button.

“hello ??” you lazily say and roll your eyes and take another hit.

spam callers are so fucking annoying.

“y/n…” the voice says, it was deep and husky… even almost sounding like..

“huh ?!!! jungkook ??” the call abruptly ends until a loud knock can be heard from your front door. you get up confused and take a peak through the window and see your ex boyfriend leaning against the porch chair.

fuck what now

you open the door and take a second to figure out what to say.

“what are you doing here ?” you said in a monotone voice, trying to hide your interest as to why he decided to show up after so long.

“i need to talk to you y/n.. please.” he slurs gently pushing you aside to go inside your house, the smell of alcohol and expensive cologne accumulating from his body.

“jungkook..” you tried slowing his pace down and pushing his chest but he wouldnt budge.

“jungkook !! you cant just randomly show up to my house like this and expect me to welcome you with open arms !!” you dragged him to the couch and made him sit down you stood in front of him and examined his state.

“y/n you smoke now ?” he picked up the joint and tossed it back down.

“yeah that doesnt matter right now, why are you here ?”

“look.. i just wanted to say.. i just wanted to say that im sorry for everything that ive done to you in the past. i know words cant fix the damage ive done but after all this time i never forgot about you and i realized all of my faults.. i really really have changed for the better, and i hope you can let me back into your life again y/n.” he slurred, it was almost funny how desperate he sounded. like the roles of the past were now reversed.

you tilted your head, jungkook was never one to own up to his mistakes or even apologize. the sinking feeling in your stomach rises when he briefly mentions the past. but even drunk, maybe he really has changed. it has been 7 years. you stood in silence as jungkook made himself at home on your couch.

“look jungkook, its been a while im gonna have to think about it. and youre drunk, just lay there and i’ll get you some water. you can spend the night.” you softly said, damn it. he was good.

he nodded in response and you went to the kitchen to get water and meds, this also gave you time to collect your thoughts. you said you would think about forgiving him but could you really believe that he’s changed after the relationship you were in with him all those years ago ?

you put the stuff for him on the coffee table and sit down near him, trying to keep a distance. closing your eyes and opening slowly feeling the high more. you look over to jungkook and laugh. this didnt feel real at all.

he then sits up and scoots closer to you, leaning his body onto yours. his mouth was now near your ear and you could feel his hands gently massage your waist. he pulls you to his lap and you let out a low gasp from the sudden movement.

“jungkook. we really shouldnt be doing this…” you say using his thighs to try to get up. the grip he has on your waist tightens, almost bruising even. you wince and move around his lap more to try to get free.

“what do you mean ?” he lowly says he keeps one hand on your waist and massages it his other hand makes it way up to your neck and squeezes.

“you’re basically grinding on me.” he chuckled, you could feel his bulge pressing against you. you whine and dont respond. only the music playing from your tv could be heard. what situation did you just get yourself into ? he lets go and his hand slides down to your pj shorts touching the wet spot on your panties.

“s-stop.” you moan, sounding extremely unconvincing. the both of you knew that you were just saying bullshit, your legs basically open wider for him to continue further. his pushed your panties to the side and gently rubs your clit, and teases it before dipping a finger into your pussy.

“you sure you want me to stop ?” he adds another finger and speeds up, his palm stimulating your clit. you moan and grab his hand.

“…your pussy is just so fucking wet.” jungkook whispered in your ear. you know you shouldnt be enjoying this but you honestly missed him and wanted more. not that you would admit it. even though he most definitely knows by now.

“fu- all f’ you.” you mewl biting your lip, it felt too good.

“yeah all f’ me ? does it feel good baby ?” he teases nibbling your ear. you moan incoherent words and close your eyes.

“course it does just listen to how youre taking my fingers.” you could hear the wet slick sounds of his long skinny fingers going in and out of your pussy. his rings adding more to the package. you could feel yourself about to cum and jungkook slows down.

“you gonna cum ?” you whine and nod yes grinding on his hands to try to get back the lost stimulation. he removes his fingers from you and roughly shoved them into your mouth, you automatically suck and swirl you tongue them licking them clean of your juices. seems like you still have some muscle memory.

he guides you off his lap and maneuvers you face down ass up. giving him a full view of your ass, he gives a few hard smacks before you feel him move his tip up and down your pussy. already antsy and wanting more, you try to reach back and put it in yourself but he grabs your arms and pins them to your back, forcing you to arch it even more.

“uh uh youre not allowed to touch, just lay there and be a pretty little thing for me.” he says before pushing his dick inside of you. your mouth opens into a silent o and you push your hip against his.

“ah-h feels so good kookie.” jungkook leans forwards and uses your arms to thrust faster and harder. your ass bounces from the force.

“fucking missed this pussy.. missed you. ah- fuc-” he breathily whimpers, your moans synching with his.

“youre the only one that makes me feel like im enough and i- fuckkk- im sorry.. oh my- god.” he rambles and moans completely pussydrunk, your cream forming rings at the base of his cock. disappearing and reappearing with his thrusts. he lets go of you and rest his hands on your hips, guiding them towards his big cock.

“you got nothing to say y/n ?” he mocks knowing that youre fucked out, your head rests on the couch cushion and drool covers your chin. you could only moan in response, tears filled your eyes as you felt yourself about to cum.

“no-gonna cum ahh!” your eyes squeeze shut and you grip the couch, your body starts to shake and you expect jungkook to slow down. but no, this man is evil. in fact he speeds up and fucks you through your orgasm.

“jungkook.. jungkook thats too much !!” you whine and reach back to push on his abs. but he chuckles and grabs your arms again. lifting you up against his chest with one arm. the other wipes your tears and rests against your neck.

“gonna fill you up nice n deep.. wanna see that shit leaking from your tight pussy.” he squeezes your neck, if his arms werent holding you up. youd fall right down, the pleasure he was giving you was intense. he was fucking you stupid.

“fuck jungkook, please cum inside please please.” you could feel your second orgasm come when jungkooks first arrives with it. his thrusts gets sloppy but he tried keeping his pace. you were met with a warm sticky feeling inside you when jungkook gently lets you go.

“so pretty all filled up with my cum baby.” he coos and drags his leaking cum back inside you with his fingers. you whined from the overstimulation and he laughed in response. making sure all of it went back inside you, he leans next to your figure and brings you into the little spoon position.

“i love you so much y/n i promise to never hurt you again.” he kisses the top of your head and cuddles into you tighter. you dont respond and just lay back feeling your high come down. this was gonna be a long and hard night of thinking, who the fuck did you let back into your life ?

[yoitsjay]

Dad or Daddy

Pairings: Ghost x gn!reader

Summary: laswell bragged about how great of a babysitter you were. So Ghost just had to find out for himself.

Warnings: sexual innuendo, but no action. Cliffhanger

Word count: 1,639

Render credit: @ave661

You had gained a reputation originally by being a very good babysitter for laswell and her wifes adopted baby, you were a trusted friend of Kate's wife, hence the immediate job, and then Kate started to brag about how you were the only one who seemed to put her baby to a dead sleep, your voice and the warmth that radiated off of you was alluring, and it soothed a lot of people, babies included.

One day you were relaxing at home, you already had a plan to make your way to a local bar that night and had told kate and her wife all about it and that it was a new bar and grill that some other friends of yours had been raving about. Little did you know she would be giving a certain someone your location, and you would end up having a very eventful night.

So when that evening drew in, and you were dressed and ready in a cute ish outfit you put together to perhaps attract some attention to yourself. Maybe you would get lucky… Can't help but dream really. Regardless, you take a cab to the bar, planning on having a few drinks. It doesn't take long to get to the bar either since the location wasn't far from your home, however you did not want to walk home drunk, since something could happen and you wouldn't be in the right mind to defend yourself.

Upon entering the bar and grill, the strong aroma of savory food and alcohol fills your nose, however the smell is anything but repulsive. There's a small dance floor placed in front of a DJ booth on the right side of the room, directly in front of you is the large bar with a huge shelf filled with bottles of different alcohols and mixers. and on the left side of the room are booths and tables to seat at if you're there to grab dinner with a friend, family or other. You were hungry, but since you were alone you just walked straight up to the bar.

You order one drink and a water to start, switching from alcohol and then to water, just to make the night last a little bit longer, you had no plans till monday and it was saturday. After the two drinks you ordered a couple appetizers, munching on some potato wedges when you suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder, it was light, but you could feel warmth from the hand that poked you, and you turned your head, resting a hand atop your full waterglass, just in case. "Hi?" You asked out in a questioning tone.

The man who had tapped you was tall, and muscular and he was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, however the most unusual thing was that he was wearing a skull ski mask that obscured his face. "Are you Y/N?" he asked, and you raised an eyebrow before speaking. "I am, who are you?" You asked him, and the man sits down beside you on the free bar stool to your right. "Im Ghost- Laswell told me a lot about you, you're a close friend according to her? and I hear that you're one damn good babysitter." He explained, and your previous defense dropped when he mentioned Kate and being a good babysitter.

Upon hearing that a soft chuckle escapes your lips and you nod. "Yeah thats right… you must be the silent killer from the 141 if i remember correct. she doesnt talk a lot about her work around me, but i do know that The Ghost is one mysterious guy… so how can i help you?" You asked, and watched as the large man rubbed his knee slightly. "Well- i have a 5 month old daughter, and i can never find a decent babysitter during the months im on deployment, i dont get a lot of breaks so its hard to see her, and her mom isnt in the picture." he explained, and you nod to show him that you were following along.

He continued a moment later. "All the other sitters i've hired have flaked after a month, or less than that, and well, Laswell says she is going to be home a lot more often which means you'll probably need work… What im asking is if you'd like to babysit for me? you would stay in my house, semi-permanently unless im home for breaks and whatnot, you'll be paid 100 per hour and all of your grocery expenses will be payed for too, and of course you can use any streaming service, my room- all of it. i just really need a reliable babysitter who doesn't flake out on me."He explained, somewhat breathless at the end of his request. You stare at him for a few moments, a smile slowly growing across your lips.

"Take me out to a nice dinner, and I'll be your permanent babysitter for 75 an hour." You stated, extending his hand out to him to shake. You didn't know if he was smiling or not, but the crease by his eyes told you that he was relieved, and just like that you shook hands and the deal was made. The dinner happened the next weekend, but Ghost took you to one of your favorite restaurants in town which just so happened to be your favorite as well. You talked and got to know him a bit, his interests and what life was like in the special forces. You couldn't help but admit to yourself that even with the mask you could tell this man was attractive, with the way he spoke and carried himself, he knew he was good looking too.

On monday he introduced you to his five month old, and she was an absolute sweetheart of a baby. He had a few more weeks left of his break so in that time he got you used to his apartment. It was a two bedroom, one bath apartment, a perfect size for him and his kid, and maybe a lover if he chose to have one. The apartment was simple though, one plant in the living room that was withering away, most likely a house present. And for the most part the apartment was clean, save for some scattered kids toys on the ground.

And in a blink the weeks had passed and You were back at simons apartment, this time with a suitcase full of clothes, and he was getting ready to leave, you said your goodbyes and off he went, and you stayed, living in his apartment for months. you took young charlotte everywhere with you too, back to your apartment on some occasions to clean up some dust, your friend was house sitting for you so it did not get too bad.

You and Ghost face timed every night so he could talk to his daughter, though of course she couldn't talk back, but she knew that the man in the skull mask was her father and she was filled with glee whenever she got to see him through the screen. On top of that you started having your own little chats with ghosts after Charlotte was put to bed. At first it started with little flirty messages, and then heart emojis or kissy faces, and Ghost wasn't shy with his responses with flirty remarks, though he didn't use emojis yet. You weren't a rookie so he didn't have to be professional with you it seemed.

One night seemed to be a gamechanger for you and him however, you had once again put Charlotte to bed and she was out like a light, no sound could wake her. You had a drink or two, and decided to get out of your uncomfortable clothes, making his way into his bed where you had made your home after the first three months of staying in his home, and still as naked as the day you were born you took one of the blankets off Ghosts bed, posing in front of the body length mirror in his bedroom, and with the blanket hanging from your lower torso, hiding the important its, you posed and took a scandalous picture of yourself, with a sultry expression on your face.

Immediately you hopped into his bed, and sent it to him, a grin spread across your lips as you sent him the picture without a word before or after. You shut your phone off, not wanting to see him type out a response to take a picture. However you were growing concerned when more than five minutes passed without a response, so you checked yours and Ghosts chat, seeing that he had read it.

Just as you checked the chat, you saw him begin to type out a response, and your face grew red in anticipation, and his reply finally appeared.

"You've been teasing me for months darlin' and now this? Buckle up sweetheart because when I get home you're not leaving my bed for weeks."

His response had your eyes blown wide open, and you could feel yourself get aroused at the thought of him doing.. everything to you. You quickly messaged him back however. wanting to tease him just a bit more.

"Oh shit- That picture wasn't meant for you ghost, it was for another cute guy- don't take things the wrong way, i'm just your babysitter,"

You sent that reply quickly, and immediately he was typing again, only sending you a red angry face.

"I'm taking the next plane back home. you and i will be having a long… chat… when i get back. cuz i know damn well you ain't talking to nobody but me."

And that's when you knew that you were smitten with your little kids dad, absolutely smitten.

[aiyexayen]

I promise im not a bot, and to prove it i'll ask for a hanzhou kiss 🥺 doesnt have to be wholesome, just whatever strikes your fancy

🥹❤️

The first time happens thoughtlessly, almost unintentionally.

Han Ying is 14 and not yet used to his limbs after his recent growth spurt. He didn't know he could have growth spurts before he had access to regular meals. But he can, and he is sure that's why he screwed up his assignment. Regardless of the reason, he is still responsible for ruining Tian Chuang's entire mission today.

And somehow, he has been forgiven. By a man with more mercy than Han Ying knows how to handle.

Anyone else, he is certain, would have thrown him back where he came from.

On his knees before Zhou-shouling, he finds himself too overcome for words of gratitude, reaching instead for the hand hanging idle at Zhou-shouling's side. He grips it in both of his. It's instinct; hasn't he seen so many servants do something like this when their masters bid them?

Han Ying's lips press into the soft skin for just a second before he feels Zhou-shouling's flinch. He looks up in time to catch confusion, smoothing into understanding and...things he doesn't quite recognise.

Qin-xiongdi tells him later, eyes dancing with mirth, that he should have pressed the hand to his forehead, not his mouth--except he shouldn't have done anything of the sort actually and he really has so much to learn about living in society, doesn't he?

Han Ying nods absently, because it's true, but he goes to bed with cheeks warm from the lingering memory of pressure on his lips and the untameable thoughts of a 14 year old mind.

The second time cannot be called an accident, mere months after the first. But neither is it calculated.

They are celebrating Zhou-shouling's twentieth birthday. Or rather, Zhou-shouling and Qin-xiongdi disappeared up to the palace early in the evening to celebrate and Han Ying has waited up alone for sounds of their return, vigilant, something he pretends is not yearning sitting heavy in the aching pit of his stomach.

When they do return it is...surprisingly loud.

Han Ying is very good at what he does, and still there are days when he cannot hear Zhou-shouling approach. The man is not just merciful, not just understanding and patient and full of barely-subdued humour, but also a refined gentleman, clever and skilled beyond measure.

So why is it that tonight Han Ying can hear not only Qin-xiongdi's clomping but Zhou-shouling next to him, stumbling?

He's out the door and down the hall in an instant, adrenaline pumpung, imagining the worst, imagining Zhou-shouling limping, covered in blood--

"'S Ying'er! What're yeu--you--out of bed! Doing! Hah!"

Han Ying stops in his tracks as a thoroughly wasted Zhou Zishu collapses against his hiccoughing, giggling shidi.

"Shixiong got--hc!--he got so drunk," Qin-xiongdi exclaims in the worst loud whisper Han Ying has ever heard. "Can you--hc!--believe it, Han Ying?--hc!"

Well, certainly he can, because it's right before him. What he can't really quite come to terms with is the fond, playful tone wrapped warmly around the unfamiliar Ying'er.

But when his two superiors almost fall over on their next step, Han Ying collects himself and steps in to relieve Qin-xiongdi of his task before he sends them both toppling to the ground.

"Shoul' get that boy some...that boy some more..." Zhou-shouling doesn't finish his thought, trailing off into a sigh as Qin-xiongdi leaves.

One hand grasping a limp arm, one hand firm on broad leather, it's quick work to get Zhou-shouling to his own rooms. But it's also so much closeness--too much for Han Ying to process: a head lolling onto his shoulder; hot breath at his neck and the smell of alcohol; warm weight against his side, so effortlessly trusting.

Ying'er.

Easier to slide under the mantle of duty and attentiveness than even acknowledge it as real, so in silence, he readies Zhou-shouling for bed; without Qin-xiongdi's energy, he seems content to simply drift.

Hydration--water droplets running down the corner of red lips, a strong chin--

Belt--hard leather hitting the floor, a quiet exhale of relief, a soft hum of contentment vibrating under his fingertips--

Boots--what if he slipped and touched that leg--what if he looked up from where he's kneeling and realised the position was just like--

Han Ying, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek, tips Zhou-shouling over onto the bed and lifts his feet up to settle him properly. He's practically asleep already, his breathing deep and slow, stray hairs wisping around his cheeks.

Hands, resting easily across his middle. Han Ying lifts them up to tuck the blanket in under them. But perhaps he has tried too hard to not think at all tonight because as he goes to put them back down, determined to not notice Zhou-shouling's exposed neck, he finds himself ghosting his lips across cool fingertips.

What--what is he doing?! He freezes, drops Zhou-shouling's hands as though burnt, and looks up, breath caught.

But his shouling is still fast asleep. Fast asleep and drunk besides, his brain finally catches up and reminds him. Han Ying lets out his breath. He has no right to such intimacy, but he's been given a stay of execution tonight. He had better not waste it.

Carefully, he flees to his own room and doesn't think about anything else at all.

The third time...Han Ying cannot even guess how the third time comes to be.

He is young, and he strives to be good, to be the best. If not in skill than in obedience. It's no longer about debt, it's about loyalty.

But he is 15, going on 16, and even he cannot beat out of himself the independent streak that kept him alive on the streets all those years.

So he finds himself again on his knees, explaining his actions.

"You are right to tell me the truth the first time."

Who would dare try to lie to Zhou Zishu?

Something of his thoughts must show on Han Ying's downturned face because the man in question snorts lightly and adds, "Not all your fellows are as clever as you."

Han Ying keeps his head bowed, but tension drains from him; he would not be receiving such praise if he were seriously in trouble.

"Your actions are understandable, but not permitted," he is told. "I expect that the next time someone pushes you to the point of retaliation, I will not hear about it."

It takes a second for Han Ying to process the precise words he's hearing. But he cannot be mistaken; there is nobody more exact with his words than the exacting Zhou-shouling.

"Yes, Zhuangzhu," he ventures.

There's an unmistakable note of amusement when Zhou-zhuangzhu confirms, "Consider it your mission."

Permission, then. Permission to do whatever he wants, so long as he doesn't get caught. Han Ying didn't think he could adore him any more, but he does. Every day.

"Yes, Zhuangzhu."

"Come on, then."

And he looks up at last, but he does not see his zhuangzhu beckoning him to rise. Instead he stands directly in front of Han Ying, one hand slightly stretched toward him, palm still facing down. Han Ying furrows his brow.

"Zhuangzhu?"

"Don't tell me you suddenly don't know what to do," Zhou-zhuangzhu says, "Ying'er."

Certainly, he isn't...?

But there's a challenge behind his eyes, sparkling a bit, so similar to the way his shidi looks when he dares Han Ying to do something a bit reckless. Han Ying swallows, but reaches out his hands; he is not a coward.

He kisses Zhou-zhuangzhu's hand and as if they have done this a hundred--a thousand times before this, Zhou-zhuangzhu detaches himself with grace and waves Han Ying to stand.

"Very good. Go report for your chores."

Reeling, Han Ying does.

After that...after that, Han Ying has the great luxury to lose track. He belongs to Zhou Zishu in a way no other Tian Chuang operative does and he may not be one of the Siji Shanzhuang disciples, or even their disciples, but he is something, and there is rarely a time he finds himself on his knees that he is not allowed the privilege of that kiss.

He is 16 and sent to his knees with a sharp word after raising his voice to his zhuangzhu; his kiss is barely-there, ashamed and still prickling with discomfort, but no less sincere.

He is 17 and accepting his promotion; gratitude wells up in him and he allows it only to show in this gesture, determined to keep composure and make Zhou-zhuangzhu proud.

He is 18 and kneeling in spite of his broken leg, true failure heavy on his heart in a way he could not have imagined four years ago; he presses his bloody lips to a hand that he pretends is not ever-so-slightly trembling.

He is 19 and his heart stops in his chest every time he sees Zhou Zishu do, well, anything; he makes every excuse to kneel in his presence, for any reason, just so he can look up expectantly for the hand that is never denied.

He is 20 and letting his lips linger every time a bit longer, leaving these unspoken feelings in the sacred space between them--the only indulgence, he has realised, that either of them will ever allow.

He is 21 and Zhou-zhuangzhu has begun turning up drunk at his doorstep, not from any party he knows about; he leaves the kiss that is his by rights even on the nights Zhuangzhu is too far gone to notice.

He is 22 and no matter how severe Zhou-zhuangzhu gets, no matter how cold, he does not forget to give Han Ying his hand. He is 22 and gives Zhou-zhuangzhu the fullness of his fealty--as if there was ever any doubt he had it--and seals it in secret between them with the briefest of contact. He hopes it is not a greater burden than it is a tool.

He is 23 and Zhou Zishu is gone.

It is only then that Han Ying realises he lost count.

Each week that passes after that, he feels more and more bereft. It should seem silly, or stupid, that he misses something so ephemeral and ill-defined, but it's the most serious thing in the world. It never needed definition or explanation. And it was all he ever asked. All he wanted: to be allowed to cherish, even if not to be cherished in return.

He doesn't shirk his duty, but he loses all trace of satisfaction in it and there is a permanent tension between his shoulders that takes up residence and will not go.

But the worst is yet to happen, because the worst possible thing is the day he finds Zhou Zishu in the forest, heart full of relief and far too much else. Han Ying kneels on the rough ground, strung taut like a bow, and Zhou-zhuangzhu...pulls him to his feet.

And again, even when his companion has left them to their own devices.

And a third time, in Han Ying's own room.

For the first time in almost a decade, he didn't dare touch his drunk zhuangzhu more than necessary to lay him down in bed.

And then Zhou Zishu walks away from every declaration Han Ying frantically tries to make verbal, leaves him there drowning in the void between them.

That could have been the end of it. If it weren't for a collective display of quick thinking and good timing, it would have been; Han Ying is not easily deterred once he has set his mind on something. Not even when faced with the price tag of his own life.

Zhou Zishu should have known that, he thinks, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at his...his Han Ying, whatever else he is to him now. It's not fair that he looks so peaceful in his healing slumber when Zhou Zishu is sure his own pulse still hasn't slowed from the clawing panic underneath his skin these past few terrible, frenetic days.

Wu Xi assured him that the little fool will be fine, and should wake any time now. Zishu is reluctant to leave his side before then. Which is convenient, because Wen Kexing of all people has snubbed him, refusing to have a civil conversation until he's "done right by Ying'er" and refusing to even let him at their own disciple.

What the hell did Wen Kexing get out of Han Ying when he was dying, anyway?

It doesn't matter. What matters is that he didn't die.

Zishu perhaps deserves whatever passing ire Lao Wen wants to throw him on behalf of Han Ying who is too...Han Ying to do it himself.

Curling his hand around the still one at rest, reassuring himself of its continued warmth, Zishu watches the blanket rise and fall steadily in the afternoon sunlight.

Perhaps Han Ying was foolish, but if the servant is a fool than the master is bound to be a bigger one. And he was an absolute fool to send him away, to think that if he just tried hard enough, he could truly push Han Ying out of his life and into his own, somewhere off the road to hell. He was a fool to think Han Ying wouldn't just throw himself down that path all the harder. He would burn himself out like a star for Zishu at a moment's notice, even if he believed Zishu didn't care about him at all anymore.

What would Zishu do, if their roles were reversed?

What hasn't he threatened to do for Lao Wen, for Chengling? What hasn't he already done in this life?

For the one who has never so much as faltered a single step, no matter where Zishu led? For the one who tempted him longer than he ever should have allowed? For the one he can rely on at the worst of himself? He knows the answer already.

Han Ying shifts, just slightly, but Zishu can feel the movement ripple on the bed and he is prepared for the groggy, "...Zhuangzhu?"

He has had long enough to contemplate his response.

He lifts Han Ying's hand in his own and without preamble presses a kiss directly to the back of it, holding it through Han Ying's flinch and sharp indrawn breath. Han Ying's other hand is raised as if to do something and he takes advantage of it, drawing that one in for its own display of affection.

Through it all he keeps eye contact, watching the journey of Han Ying's face--mouth open just slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and then narrow, calculating too much on a mind too fresh from sleep.

"I owe you two, Ying'er," Zishu offers simply.

Han Ying's face is red but he's always been a bit quicker than Zishu expects. "I don't get anything for almost dying?" he manages with a hoarse voice.

Zishu snorts. "No. You know well that I don't reward such folly." Then before Han Ying can get comfortable, he leans in closer, lets his gaze flicker down and back up with intention. Waits for the exact moment he sees the disbelief register and says, "But this is for waking up."

It's probably a reckless, ridiculous thing to do, ducking in to set his mouth against Han Ying's and forever changing something that nobody asked to be changed. But Zishu's life is full of reckless, ridiculous things now, and he can hardly claim it's the worst he's ever done. It doesn't even rank in the top fifty. He kisses him firmly, unapologetic, freeing his hands to cup Han Ying's face between them.

He doesn't stop until Han Ying no longer tastes of salt. He pulls back, hands dropping to cover the ones tangled desperately in the front of Zishu's robes.

Nonsensically, Han Ying mutters, eyes closed, "One."

[sucker4sixx]

20 minutes in hell

Recycled from 2023!

Plot: halloween party fun!

Warnings: smut/closet sex/protection/public sex

The time was 8pm when you entered vinces halloween house party, the stink of men and cigarettes danced around the house like it had made its self quite comfortable. You open the front door to see many girls in mini skirts and crop tops strutting around probably trying to be sexy mince or something.

You where begged by a mutual friend ehren to come so he would have someone to talk to, you and ehren where best buddys and he always enjoyed having you around. You werent so close to vince and you definitely didnt like his friend, nikki sixx. Something about him annoyed you, low hygene, loud voice, a "im a sleaze" personality and many more could be the reason but even just seeing him boiled your blood.

You wore a black lacy dress and a cheap witch hat with a little bit of makeup.

You weaved yourself through the croud into the living room where vince the.. whatever he is and ehren the zombie where sitting, vince didnt look to intrested in the conversation, he was too busy looking down the girl who sat on the floors cleavage. "Hey ehren" you tap his sholder, the goofy looking boy turned around smiling brightly "hey your here finally!" You took a seat "hey vince!" He turned round fast at the mention of his name, not seeing you arrive "oh hey yn! Take a seat sure!" he said smiling at you, he turned round to check more girls out.

Ehren unwrapped a 8 pack of beer he had waiting in a bag at his legs and you shared them talking about any stuff you could. Soon enough "hey sixx! Come sit down. Where have you been?" You smelt his arrival before he had even walked in the door, ehren saw your face sour and sighed knowing it had killed your mood. Nikki dressed as satan glanced at you and turned to vince "what the fuck is the scottish prick doing here?" He tried to whisper but he said it loud enough for you to hear "fuck you maybe learn some basic hygiene then we can talk" he darted you a look and stuck the middle finger up "pathetic" you mouth at him. You both turn around and start talking to your friends again "what is it with you two?" Ehren said cracking another can of beer "he thinks hes better because he's famous well he can go suck a fat fucking cock im telling you man" ehren spits out his beer laughing "wouldnt be his first time" he adds making you laugh more.

After you guys finished your 4 cans each ehren headed to the toilet (meaning he will be away for while checking out the house) and you went to the kitchen to get more drink.

After 20 Scuse me's and sorry can i get buys you finally arrived in the kitchen, not too busy but definitely wasnt empty. You opened the fridge to look for more alcohol "whats the deal? You hate me so much that your following me around now?" You head shoots up and you turn round to see the tall black haired man looking down at you with a can of beer in his hand "what the fuck? No im getting drink?" He rolls his eyes "yeah sure. Ive heard that one before" your face went red from anger and embarrassment

"im not fucking following you the only thing following you is the trail of flys and stench" nikki scoffs "i dont smell that bad" you turn round to grab a can of beer from the fridge and notice him smelling himself when you turn back around "now arse whole get out my way and let me back into the living room" he gets visibly more angry "i dont fucking smell bad" his grip tightens on his beer can "whatever makes you sleep at night now let me past" he doesnt budge so you push him making him stumble backwards and head back to the living room.

You sit on the couch alone waiting for ehren to come back. 20 minutes. 30 minutes. 40 minutes where the fuck is he. You find vinces home phone and call him, he picks up after a few seconds

"Hello?"

"Ehren where the fuck are you?"

"I umm..."

you hear a girl giggle in the backround and snap your phone shut, prick. Oh well lets 'mingle'? You get up from your seat and walk around the rooms, none of the men catching your eyes since they all looked the same.

You open the basement door and hear tommys distinct laugh, you got exited and sprinted down the stairs "tommy!" He was resting on the couch dressed as a cowboy and sat up when he saw you, smiling wide "hey darlin!" He got up and gave you a hug

"howve you been?" He looked down at you walking over to the couch "pretty good, yourself?" The slinky man flopped down onto the couch "pretty good!" A fake cough sounded from the couch opposite, nikki. "As i was saying before i was very rudely interrupted" he gave you a harsh look and you found a seat next to tommy. Vince, nikki and a two of their stoner friends where sitting on the couch opposite from you and you sat on a couch with tommy and mick (dressed as a vampire). You forced yourself to listen to nikki talking about some girl that tried it on with him, picking at your nails in boredom.

The room went silent and the feeling of all the boys thinking of something to say filled the air "how about, we play spin the bottle?" Tommy said, all your heads turning go him "i mean we will need a few more ladys but sure!" Nikki said enthusiastically. "ill go get some" vince stood up, walking out to the party.

Nikki chugs the beer bottle he was holding since everyone else had cans, he put it down and you all sat round in a circle waiting for vince to return. "Man im so exited" tommy said breaking the silence, you looked up at nikki panicking at the thought you could get him, he caught your eye "stop drooling over me" this made the boys turn to you noticing your face go red

"was just looking at your fly buddies" mick laughs alot at this one, when mick laughs you know its good. Vince returned with the 4 sluttiest looking girls he could find, more beer and slash, he loved to party with the band "found this douche wandering around upstairs!" Slash waves at you all and heads over to nikki to sit "hey dude!" Nikki smiles at him. After we all settled round a circle you were sat next to slash and mick, nikki and vince sitting straight across from you and the other girls scattered inbetween the rest.

Round one- mick and vince, a quick peck and alot of laughter after

Round two- tommg and girl number 1, she blushed but he gave her a light hearted smile back

Round three- you and girl number 4, the boys got exited but you werent giving them what they wanted so you gave the girl a quick kiss.

"Ugh this is boring" vince complained and everyone nodded "how about seven minutes in heaven but heres the twist here me out ive been thinking of it for awhile you all looked at vince equally as contused, nothing that came out his mouth was predictable "so the men switch clothes like we throw them in a pile cover our eyes and just wear what we lift and the girls go shove on my clothes, i have a bunch of old halloween masks and we play the game in silence" you all went silent thinking of his stupid idea, not so stupid to be honest. "Im in" you say and everyone started agreeing "okay so the masks are down here ill get them out and leave four at the door, girls go get changed"

You trailed behind the rest of the girls up to vinces room noticing the party was dying at the absence of the boys. You walked into the room and the stink off aftershave lingered in the air, grabbing a pair of baggy black joggers and a baggy black shirt that was crumpled. You entered his bathroom that connected to his room to get changed and shoved on your outfit as quick as possible to get out of the akward situation, you put on the shirt and it read "i love vince neil" now you look like a slut for him. Great.

You left without the girls and headed to the basement door where you could hear fumbling but no words, looks like the boys where taking this seriously. You waited till the noise of clothes getting shoved on stopped and opened the door to see four rubber halloween masks, bunny, gorilla, bird and a cat. You grabbed the cat mask shoving it on fast, the faint smell of smoke from the inside combing through your nostrils, you walked down the stairs greeted by a dog, horse, another bird, another cat, mouse and a zombie. When the girls came down you all silently sat in a circle and one of the girls span the bottle fast, leaving it spinning for some time. It landed on the other cat and he span the bottle again just as fast, you watched the bottle go round and round and round almost becoming hypnotised. It slowed down and your breath caught your throat as it landed on you

"WHY ME" you screamed in your head standing up slowly with the cat who sat only two people away.

He took your hand gently and led you to the closet in the extension room in the basement. You entered the pich black closet and stumbled over a few shoes as your hands found the mans shoulders, he was tall and quite wide built. You both took off your masks still unable to see eachothers faces, the mystery man grabbed your face and started kissing you roughly it scared you at the beginning but you realised he really knew what he was doing so let him beat up your mouth with his own. As you started making out it became more clear who it was, tall, built and smells nice. Its slash. You didnt mind this, slash is hot so you continued, smiling lightly. He removed his shirt and started slipping off yours, you gasped softly not sure if this was the original plan but you never got bitches so once again let it happen. Slash started feeling your breasts through your lacy bra making you whimper softly and tangle your hand in his long hair, he slowly unclipped your bra and started licking your nipple and playing with the other in his hand. Your moans become louder as he speeds up, stopping to unzip his jeans and you sigh at the loss of contact. The tall man finds his way onto the ground, his jeans and pants removed. You take off your joggies and pants, not sure if you wanted to do it with slash since he might have multiple stds but before you could think of your next plan he got out a condom, you could only tell it was one from the small light that reflected off it. He whimpered softly as he slipped on the condom as you sat on his legs watching him, taking in this weird moment. Your about to have closet sex with slash hudson.

Slash gently moves you onto your back and taps your thigh for consent to eat you out, you hummed a permission and he went straight for it. His tongue darting between your folds and your clit, your back arching at the sudden movements. He pulled your legs closer to him and started going faster, sticking his tongue inside occasionally as you moaned loud grabbing his hair. He brought his finger in and started circling your clit while licking your entrance, his other hands holding your wrists together to get some sort of control. Your moans became uncontrollable and desperate as you met your high, he noticed and continued what he was doing with intent to let you finish first. A minute later you where a moaning mess, cumming into his mouth. Hes an expert at this shit. You sat up and he lifted you onto his lap, his hard dick resting against your stomach as he moved his hand over your forehead to clean it of sweat.

You moved your hand down and started feeling his covered tip and he rested his head against your sholder, his dick was really hard. You started pumping him slowly at the base before lifting yourself up, letting your pussy hover over his dick to tease him and to ask him for consent. He moved his dick to where your entrance is and grabbed your hips pushing you down harshly "oh fuck" you both moaned out, you paused hearing a voice that didnt belong to slash and he paused too clearly hearing your accent. "Y/n?" the voice said cowardly

"NIKKI?"

You shrieked, trying to get up. He held your hips down, his hard dick still inside you "cmon its only fair you finish me off since i made you such a riot" you stuttered and froze looking down at where the sleazy idiots voice sounded. He didnt sound so harsh and as much as you hated to admit it you where enjoying youself so you did as he asked, bouncing softly building up a pace. Feeling slightly turned on by the fact your fucking the guy you hate the most. He let out small whimpers and groans and you grinded against him moaning yourself "your so good when your mouths shut" he moaned out "shut up prick" you kissed his jaw line and continued grinding on him feeling yourself approaching your second orgasm.

He turned on the closet light that hung from a string next to him. You felt exposed but you where fascinated by him, his face red and stray hairs sticking to his forehead "fuck you look amazing" he said smiling and tilting his head back further. He grabbed your hips and started fucking into you relentlessly as you practically screamed in pleasure, resting your head on his sholder. "Nikki im so close" saying his name felt like needles in your mouth and he rested his head on your sholder slowing down "for someone who hates me so much you are really liking this huh?" Your face went somehow more red as he stopped still inside you, angry at him for ruining your orgasm "what the fuck are you doing!" you puzzled

"edging you? What does it look like?" You brows furrowed "fine let me go ill go finish myself off somewhere else with someone else" you tried to move your hips off him but he only held them tighter holding you down, the tip of his dick brushing your cervix "no. Im finishing" he sounded more angry but it just turned you on more, he slowly pulled out a little and thrusted back in, doing tiny fast thrusts staring right into your eyes.

Sweat rolled down his face and his green eyes became wider as you finished, your pussy throbbing around his dick. Before he could moan you attached your lips to his, kissing as he moaned into your mouth "fuck fuck im really close" he whimpered, still thrusting into you. He grabbed your hips and started fucking into you as hard as he could like you werent even there, you where his own little toy. He muttered stuff like "fuck you feel amazing" and "holy shit" as he came into the condom, his body softly pulsing as he rested on your sholder, panting for air.

After two minutes of resting against eachother naked you stood up slowly, in pain, seeing the white balloon that covered his dick. He rested his head back and you took the condom off him carefully being careful not to spill any cum on him, his head darted up at your sudden kindness. You just dumped the used condom in the bin that sat in the corner, you sat next to him, both of you still naked "so um, you got any tissues? Im dripping down here man" he laughed and picked up the 'i love vince neil' shirt, wiping you clean "thanks nikki" you said shyly "hey its alright, thanks too" you both looked down at your legs. Two minutes later you started shoving on clothes again, nikki giving you his clean shirt to wear and you just shoved back on the joggies leaving him shirtless.

You exited the closet to see a whole group of people sitting around. Shit. You both forgot it was seven minutes in heven not 20 minutes in hell. The croud went silent as they saw you "holy fucking shit" tommy said breaking the silence "that sounded hot, when is it my turn?"

[wooahaes]

we won’t change (because we’re engraved in each other’s hearts)

pairing: non-idol!joshua x fem!reader

genre: fluff. sappy, sappy fluff.

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: alcohol mentions/drunk shua + reader. one mentioned rebuff towards sex. a very not-sober shua being the sappiest man in the world for readers bday.

daisy’s notes: tbh i should rank the group based on how fun i think itd be to get drunk w them. my lil wooahae man made it easy for me to say someones dead last bc he doesnt rly drink since it makes him sick, so thank u jihoonie

All you had wanted for your birthday was a nice night together with your boyfriend, and Joshua was going to ensure you got it.

Most days, Joshua doted on you, and today had been no different. From the second opinion he gave when you asked for it (which pair of heels to wear tonight, did your eyeliner look alright...), to the way he slowly zipped you into your dress before planting a chaste kiss against your neck, and the way his hand found yours on the trip to and from the restaurant. The first time had been his way of holding onto you, just to keep himself tethered to you with a subtle smile and a question about how the rest of your day had gone. The second was to keep himself close to you while he nearly stumbled over himself at times, the alcohol in his system making his steps a little less certain than before--but with your hand in his, he could at least make sure that you didn’t trip up anywhere.

Which brought him to now. He was lying in bed, having changed out of his nicer clothes, and waiting for the very-exhausted you to make your way from the bathroom back into your shared bedroom. Even if his teasing kisses down your neck had been met with a “not tonight, Joshy, I’m sleepy,” he was still excited to see your pretty face when all was said and done. His face was illuminated by his phone as he scrolled through social media, a pillow in his arms as he waited for you to come and take its place.

“Shua,” you had dragged out his name as you stumbled back into the room. How much did the two of you drink again? Joshua wasn’t sure, but he was already clicking his phone off. “Move over.”

“This is my side,” he teased.

A groan. “So mean.... And on my birthday, too...” But he watched you make your way to his side anyway, and he slid over to give you room to nearly face-plant into the mattress.

From there, he could see how your face was still slightly wet from going through your cleansing routine. He could smell the moisturizer you used, too--fruity, because you always preferred those scents. He reached out, tugging at you slightly as he shoved the pillow back into its proper place.

“Pillow’s gone,” he said. “I’m here.”

Without answering, you moved, crawling into his arms and settling there. He held you against his chest, moving to press a tiny kiss against your neck.

“Josh--” You mumbled, only to burst into quiet giggles as he continued to press quick peck after peck against your skin, “that tickles.”

“I love you,” he said, smiling softly. He could feel himself already starting to drift off, and he stifled a yawn before planting another sleepy kiss against your neck. “Thank you for looking after me,” he squeezed around your stomach a little. “And for loving me.”

Your head dipped back, bumping against him. “You’re sappy tonight, huh...”

He chuckled against your neck, hot breath fanning your skin. “I mean it. Thank you,” another gentle squeeze, “for being a part of my life. And for saying yes when I asked you to be my girlfriend...” He paused, stifling another yawn. “Even though Jeonghan asked you out five minutes earlier to make me jealous...”

“I don’t like Jeonghan like that, silly.” With a few taps against his arms, he let you go. You turned over to face him, one hand reaching up to hold his face. “Josh. I think you drank too much, honey.”

Again, he just laughed softly. “I mean it!” He leaned in, planting one final kiss against your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, you sap.” You snuggled in closer, legs intertwining with his.

With one hand curled around your back, he’d begun to trace hearts with his fingers. “Thank you for being born,” he said softly. “I think... I think we’re soulmates.”

“Joshua...” You squeezed him gently. “Go to sleep, honey.”

“I mean it,” he said again, softer this time. “Happy birthday.” He nuzzled his head closer to your own, eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you for finding me.”

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[ev3rgreenxtrees]

,,Don’t Play With Me.’’

SUMMARY: Chris sees you ‘flirting’ with a guy at a party, and he gets jealous. Fwb type shit

WARNINGS: this is SMUT. Pure FILTH. DEGRADATION KINK.

PAIRING: Toxic!chris x fem!reader

BACK TO: Masterlist

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As the third or fourth guy approached you from tonight, you sighed, annoyed at all of them. you were just trying to have fun at a party but you just kept getting hit on, and it was getting annoying. however, this time, you noticed something different. chris was watching. he thought it was okay to flirt with other girls, so why couldnt you flirt with other guys?

“hey, pretty.” the man seemingly around your age slurred, the smell of alcohol and weed making you want to throw up.

“hi, handsome.” you giggled, walking closer to him, slipping your arms around his neck. you wondered how much longer it was going to take before chris ‘intervened’.

it clearly didnt take long, because you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you away from the boy.

“you think you can play with me, huh?” Chris growled in your ear, as you turned away from the man, focusing all of your attention on chris.

“for someone who ‘doesnt want me’, you seem to care an awful lot..” you smirked, causing him to harshly grab your hips.

“dont play with me, Y/N..” chris kissed your temple, his hand slipping down your body to intertwine his fingers with yours, as he pulled you away, in attempts to find the nearest unoccupied bathroom or room.

the second he found one, he shoved you into it, locking the door behind him.

“you really think you can be a slut without me saying anything?” chris growled, forcefully grabbing your chin to make you look at him. you didnt want to push any words out, so you just shook your head. his hand quickly found your ass, and he placed a harsh smack there, causing you to yelp. “words, you whore.” he bit and sucked at your neck, as you gasped.

“n-no..” you stuttered.

“c’mon, ma.. you know better than that..” chris tsked, rolling his eyes. he gave you a smirk before lifting you onto the counter that you were pressed up against, quickly bringing his lips to yours. you moaned into the kiss, unable to keep quiet.

“p-please, chris..” you whined, wanting more. needing more.

“so fucking needy.” he spoke in a low tone, his voice raspy, sending chills down your spine. his hands slithered from your hips to the hem of your shirt, as he tugged on it, and looked up at you, asking for consent, which you quickly gave.

he wasted no time tearing your shirt, exposing your barely closed chest to the cold air.

“so beautiful..” he whispered, as he kissed your neck, biting and sucking. you whined, feeling your need for him growing as the seconds passed.

he let his hands slide up your back, to find your bra clasp. he gently tugged at it, pulling it loose, and slipping it off your body. “fuck, ma.. you’re flawless..” he mumbled, taking a nipple into his mouth, holding your other breast in his free hand.

you gasp as you feel his mouth connect with your body, as you gripped the cold counter.

“chris..” you whined, wanting nothing but him.

he grinned at you, as he moved away from your tits, his mouth coming back up to yours. his hands found their way to your waistband, as he gently tugged at it, pulling it away and letting it slap back against your skin, causing you to let out a whine. you slid your hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling away from the kiss to pull it off of him. you admired his body, causing him to chuckle. sure, you’ve seen him shirtless before,, but not like this.

“like what you see baby?” he asks, his hands firmly gripping your hips.

“yes,” you nodded. “please, chris..” you pleaded, as he rolled his eyes.

“so fucking needy.” he rolled his eyes and went back to work, kissing down your barely clothed body. he started shimmying your skirt down, exposing your red panties that matched with your bra that was already disguarded.

he made his way down to your thighs, placing kisses up both of them, until he got to where you needed him the most.

he placed a gentle kiss on your clothed clit, looking into your eyes with his lust-filled blue ones. “may i?” he asked, gently tugging at the panties.

“god, please chris..” you begged, and he obeyed, quickly pulling them off.

“so fucking pretty,” he admired, before slipping two fingers through your folds, causing you to gasp. he slid his fingers through, coating them in your arousal, before sucking it off his own fingers, still maintaining eye contact with you. “jesus christ, ma.. youre so fucking wet for me,” he growled, his mouth making its way slowly close to your core.

you could feel his hot breath against you, before he licked a bold stripe up you.

“chris-“ you moaned, as he flicked his tongue up and down, his lips finding their way to your clit. “f-fuck, chris!” you yelled out, your hands searching for his hair.

he moaned against you, sending shivers down your spine. he continued to work his tongue, and your legs started shaking, “h-holy shit, chris! im-im close!” you yelled as you came on his face.

“i didnt even have to use my fingers, you whore.” Chris shook his head, his mouth meeting yours, you tasting yourself on his tongue. you moaned into his mouth. you needed more. you needed him more than anything at that moment.

he pulled away from your mouth, leaving wet sloppy kisses down your exposed neck, leaving you whimpering below him. who would’ve known you would be such a mess for him?

you reached for the waistband of the boys sweats, hoping that you could just pull them and his boxers down at the same time. your hands fumbled around, and you couldn’t seem to grab the waistband on his skin, and he scoffed.

“too fucked out to even function and i haven’t even put my dick in you yet.” he rolled his eyes and pulled his own pants down, leaving his boxers on. you let out a whine, indicating that you wanted his boxers off too.

“you can wait,” he spoke harshly, grabbing your wrist gently, placing it on his tight boxers. he groaned as you pushed your hand down and started rubbing, knowing what he wanted.

“fuck,” he moaned, pulling your hand away. he tugged his boxers down, and his cock sprung up, hitting his stomach. he hissed at the cold air touching him, but wasted no time pulling you close to the edge of the counter, and lining himself up to you.

“no prep?” you asked confused, to which he nodded.

“you fucking came before i could prep you, so now you don’t get it.” he scolded, and all you could do was nod. “now, your gonna be a good girl, and your not gonna cum until i tell you that you can. ‘kay?” he asked, and you nodded again.

he wasted no time pushing his tip into you, the sudden action making your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping them hard. He continued to slowly push in, his soft groans getting louder and louder, until he finally bottomed out.

“fuck, your tight..” he groaned, his head falling back. he didnt give you much time to adjust, before he started moving. his pace quickened as the time went by, both of you letting out moans and whimpers.

“f-faster, chris.. please,” you begged.

“f-fuck.. only ‘cus i want it— i- fuck..” he moaned as he quickened his pace, only because ‘he wanted to’.

“fuck, chris.. fuck, fuck, fuck,” you slurred, feeling your stomach tighten for the second time tonight. “chris, i- i need..” you tried speaking, but couldnt form full sentences.

“what do you need, baby? words, use your words,” he teased. one of his hands moved from your waist, to your clit, rubbing fast circles.

“holy fuck, chris! p-please, i- i need to cum..!” you pleaded, your head falling on his shoulder, your hands scratching his shoulders.

“go ahead,baby.. l-let go,” he huffed, and you moaned his name as you came. He pulled out once you were finished, and he tugged his own cock until his release came.

“holy fuck, that was good.” he panted, rummaging through the cabinets, trying to find a towel, which was easily found. he cleaned you off, and helped you get dressed again.

“its crazy to me that your so good at aftercare,” you smiled after he asked if you wanted a water or anything.

“whys that?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing, and his head tilting.

“maybe because you just called me a slut and whore so many times and now your offering to carry me around for the rest of the night,” you joked, and Chris rolled his eyes, and kissed your forehead.

call you crazy, but out of all of what just went down, that tiny forehead kiss just gave you butterflys.

you were supposed to be ‘friends with benefits’ now, but how long could you hold off as friends?

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A/N: this has been in my drafts for so fucking long.

@bernardenjoyer

[gamblersdoll]

Guts takes Nerd's virginity at a wild school party while drunk, Their relationship will change after that for better or worse, write what you find most realistic. :D

tw: dubcon, oral (f), p in v, virginity loss, alcohol for those who aren’t into this kind of setting, this is somewhat new to me as well. please DNI if this isnt your cup of tea

you debated on going, you really did.

parties werent your thing, but you felt drawn to it, to the experience. however, you had absolutely no reason to go. you know, no friends, no reputation, (except for being a nerdaholic,) and no interest in alcohol or anything.

but what if.. he were there? that would be the only reason you would or could go.

damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

the music blasted your ears, practically banging into your eardrums. your couldnt hear anything, yet you heard everyones thoughts. their faces said it all. you didn’t have to hear them.

“she actually came?”

“maybe she thought it was some study group.”

“how much you wanna bet that she leaves in five minutes?”

many faces that you saw. confused, pitiful, disgusted, disappointed. but you stayed to yourself, keeping your head low and just trying to enjoy yourself. the smell of alcohol burned your nose, seeing several spiked punch bowls and the obvious hard liqueur. everyone seemed experienced with the alcohol.

you felt someone bump into you, turning your head and looking at the person responsible.

guts.

he didnt look your way, obviously looking for someone else or something else. it didnt bother you, you were just somewhat happy that he was there. you looked to the punch bowl, deciding that you could relax, yet be safe.

you have never tasted something so strong, obviously someone doesnt know how to evenly measure liqueur and juice together. because you tasted more liqueur than fruit punch. like, only a damn hint.

but you felt so warm in your chest, your tummy, your arms. it was like a warm burn, a comfortable one. you were in a room by yourself, at least. just being able to be at a party counts, right? you honestly dont know why you even came, but for guts…

what the hell are you thinking?

you didnt show up for him, that damn brute.

you took another gulp, immediately swallowing the god awful liquid and feeling that same burn again in your chest.

you were fucked, a lightweight at that. what the hell were you thinking? youre not gonna want to wake up early tomorrow. you couldnt even stand, not like this. you go try to take another sip, but someone slams open the door to the secluded room.

guts peaks his head in, making eye contact with you. “so youre still here. why?” he questions, closing the door and closing the distance between you both.

you reeked of the alcohol, he could smell it on you. “holy shit– are you drunk? i didnt know that the nerd could drink!” he laughs, putting a hand on your shoulder. he’s hysterical.

you look up at him, eyes glossy and puffy, your chest feeling like it’s burning, but somehow you were able to reach up and kiss him. he muffles a protest for a moment, yet, he wraps his arms around you. he greedily shoves his tongue into your mouth, fighting yours, which didnt put much of a battle up.

your back reaches the plush mattress of whoever’s bed this was, but your shorts were thrown off. you laid there, allowing him to touch you in the most intimate way and it all felt like a burning touch. to say you were sensitive was an understatement.

“a nerd having a body like this..” he grumbled, ripping your panties off, “wearing red panties..” he groaned out, his mouth satiated with drool and he dove into your cunt, lapping up at the intoxicated slick of your intoxicating pussy. you moaned out, your body being so sensitive, it felt like each blood cell was in your clit.

you felt like you were seeing stars, your eyes screwed shut and him prying your legs open. he noisily slurped up your juices, you trying to close your legs out of embarrassment. he took his tongue and licked up your clit, to your abdomen, to your tummy, to your breasts, to your lips.

he took himself out of his jeans, stroking himself with slow pumps and crawling on top of you. “relax the most you can. you should know how sex works, right nerd?” he asks, looking down at you.

you nod, “yes..” you say, to the best of your abilities.

he drove the tip of his cock up and down your slit, before sliding himself inside. he groaned, eyes rolling back momentarily and you winced from the stretch. but you were able to relax, thanks to the alcohol.

he thrusted into you, slowly. he did feel something somewhat pop, “guess i popped your cherry, huh nerdhead?” he chuckles, thrusting his hips slower until your hips rested some more. “there you go, fuck you feel good.”

you started to moan out, adjusting to his size and length as he gripped the sheets beneath you. “ ‘could a nerd feel this fuckin’ good?” he questioned, his hips starting to pick up a rhythm. he grips at your hips next, putting his weight into his knees as he pulls his hips back. “take me, take all of me.” he says, each word having their own thrust.

what you suspected was your climax, snapped. and you squeezed on him, eyes fully blown out and you moaned, no, screamed from how nerve wracking your orgasm was. he was better than your fingers, better than a wet dream. you looked down to see his entire abdomen soaked, not really sure what happened.

“youre a fuckin squirter? oh, i see. you’re pretending to be a nerd, but youre some kind of sexual deviant arent you?” he questions and pries, thrusting into your cervix again. he gets close to your ear, dangerously close. he’s breathing on you, heavily. and he’s practically humping his cock into you.

his hips grow erratic, his breathing becoming labored. he pulls himself out, quickly stroking himself to come onto your plush stomach.

he pants out, trying to catch his breath. “how did you get here?”

the drive home was quiet, very, quiet. to your surprise, he drove a smaller car, like a miata. he also was a decent driver, and wasnt even intoxicated at all. he pulls up to your residence, and he unlocks the passenger door. “we’re here.”

you open and close the door, walking around to his side and lean down, poorly. “t’ank you, gus..” you say, walking to your door.

luckily, he waited and watched you until you close the door behind you, then drove off.

[tonguet33]

My

My Creepypasta hair headcanons no one asked for because I *just* made this blog

[This is my first post so just a couple characters, I take requests !! also I'll make X reader if i feel like i can represent the character authenticity !!]

Eyeless jack

HE IS A BLACK BRITISH GOTH.

I think his hair would be a bit past shoulder length, probably in locs or twists.

Maybe a bit grown out but I think he'd perfer it like that, since yk organ harvesting with freshly retwisted hair isn't exactly ideal.

Also hair jewelry?? I think he'd prefer something metal n sturdy, something that can withstand the wear and tear of his hunts with out breaking. (Yes I've been affected by that one fanart of ej with locs and hair jewelry)

I think he has a habit of wearing his hair infront of his face to hide his eyes, I think his eyes in particular are something he's especially sore about. However if he needs to I think he'd tie back his hair with a scrunchy into a ponytail or a high bun.

His hair probably just smells earthy I guess?? I don't think he'd really have BO since he's at least partially demon. I think he'd just smell like actual dirt or soil, or maybe rubbing alcohol if he's been doing surgical junk.

Nina Hopkins

Let me start this off by saying that in my AU she is Afro Venezuelan, because A) @/seireitonin on tt has the coolest cosplay of her, so that imprinted on my verson of Nina. And B) the orginal creator of NTK is Venezuelan (or at least lives in Venezuela from what I know), and since no ethnic or racial background was mentioned in her original story I think of her as Venezuelan by default. :33

I think when her hair wasn't straightened it'd be in colorful goddess braids or soft locs, probably styled with a deep side part like most scene and emo hair.

TONS of hair accessories.

Owns clip on raccoon tails in every color you can think of, the black stripes drawn in with sharpie.

I think once she matured she's since abandoned a ponytail as her main style and has her hair down more often. Other than killer activities or if she wants her hair out of the way.

Her hair is a bit heat damaged, all that styling with a flat iron and no heat protectant starts to effect you after a while, but you only live once right?? That's what Nina thinks anyway :33

Her hair probably smells like got2Bglued hairspray or some mix of hair products and her perfume.

Jeffery Woods

Nasty, greasy, fithy, matte-

Let's just say he doesn't beat the greasy haired metal head stereotype.

I think his neglection of his hair is partly because of his mental illness, and also because he genuinely just doesn't care about his appearance past his carved smile and how intimidating he looks (or that's at least what he says). Chosing not to dive into how insecure I think he really is though !!

I think he'd complain about his hair getting in his face but doesnt use most hair ties/accessories because he thinks they're "too girly". He has a bad habit of using regular rubber bands in his hair and they rip or beak his hair off.

His hair is matted in certain sections (me too Jeff, me too) and between the lack of consistent water sources and horrible personal hygiene in general, his hair doesn't smell the best. I think if he isn't living in the mansion (which I headcanon a lot of the creeps squat in other places, since being in the mansion means being closer to slenderman so more work + fights w other creeps other for space.) then he'd just shower in a victims home if he really wanted to.

Request junk n I'll probably do it !!

Jeff dyes his hair black and it is so incredibly damaged, he misses spots when dying and if you get up close you can see it.

Has had the same brush since he was a teenager (no emotional attachment he just thinks the brush makes no difference anyway) and refuses to spend money to get a new one becuase "this one still works"

[The rest in the Comments so it's not too crowded]

[technicallymaximumkitty]

Sir Pentious headcanons because I am cringe but I am free

fair warning this is gonna be long because the autism is peak RN and i am increasingly sleep deprived, ENJOY!!!

He is half indian half british

Was white passing and his face was covered in moles and birthmarks 

He was an orphan boy who worked in a textile mill as a kid

He got out of the textile life when a mechanic was looking for a new apprentice. Sir Pentious wasn't the first choice but runner up, and willing to do anything, he shoved the kid that was gonna be chosen into a machine that ripped their hands off. The kid being unable to work anymore, Sir Pentious was chosen.

As a teenager he was drafted into the army, he was never unable to climb ranks 

He died from lead poisoning (that’s why he is a poisonous snake, get it? Poisonous? Lead poisoning? I’ll see myself out) 

Sir pentious wasn't a sir in life, he only got that title in hell

All his shirts are button ups because he cant fit anything over his frill 

The egg bois are basically furbys 

All the egg bois do have names, given to them when they were first invented, but they never get called by their names. They barely remember because they have the memory of a worm 

Sir Pentious makes food hate crimes, not on purpose but still

The first time Alastor made jambalaya Sir Pentious started crying because the air was too spicy for him

Yes he has the worst pallet in the world (i mean ofc he’s british/j) 

This dude will be happy just eating bread from the bag for dinner

He was never married in life 

I know the son was a throw away line, but like what if? He had one? Out of wedlock?

MF is so old fashioned about romance 

He has autism because i said so

User vobomon has the theory that Sir Pentious has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, i agree

When he sheds (it’s biannually) he hides for like a few weeks until everything grows back (the scales on the ends of his frill are the first to fall out and take the longest to grow in) 

He’s not inept at slang but he knowledge dose stop at 2007

Angel tried to pull an updog with Pentious but it failed and Angel was about ready to strangle the man on site 

(played out like:

Angel: he pen, smells like up dog in here no?

Pentious: smells like what?

Angel: up dog.

Pentious: what is this, up dog you speak of?

Angel: you know, up dog.

Pentious: no, i do not know what this up dog is, what is it?

*it carried out for like five minutes of this back and forth*)

He watches people sleep because he saw to many of his friends die in his former life (living on the streets and all) so he keeps a close eye on his new friends out of habit 

He and Niffty are banned from the coffee pot 

His egg bois were trained on lucky charms 

Charlie is is best friend in the whole wide world (they even have friendship bracelets to seal the deal)

Nifty used to leave the mice she caught in front of Pentious’s door for hime, they were asked to stop and now treat it like a drug deal 

Was really good at holding down his alcohol, gotten soft over the years

Both his fangs are sweet fangs

Once ate an entire container of sprinkles in front of the others

Man can and will choke on water 

He’s got the immune system of a victorian child (ie gets sick like once every other week)

He paints his claws 

Skills he learned living in hell: sewing, baking, computer science, rocket science, speaking indian and french, anthropology degree, book binding, toxicology 

Parrots slang he hears even if he doesn't know what it is 

(ie: Vaggie: I am about to kill Angel if he doesnt shut up.

Pentious: oh! Is this your villain era?) 

Stims by flapping his hands and frill 

He need chewelry or he will gnaw on his hands 

His hat is not alive, it acts like necomimi

Is immune to exhaust fumes at this point

Discovered hyperpop and scares Angel Dust when he tries to get the radio to play songs he actually knows and likes 

In his early years of having the egg bois he would eat eggs in front of them to scare them when he was upset at them, they never caught on because, well they are the egg bois 

Is a cat person

Runs a youtube channel where he swings between building tutorials and gossip commentary he’s got five followers and four of them are the egg bois and each video will rake up about 20 views 

He and emily are best friends (also with friendship bracelets) and they are like sugared up three year olds together 

They warrior cats roleplay together because let me have this

He goes around saying he kins victor frankenstein 

Ate a plastic bag once 

[ccalhoun]

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shane ( stardew valley ) x m!reader

wc: 1k

request: Can you do one of Shane? Already dating but where Shane is drunk and confides in the reader that he doesnt feel enough for them or smth like that ^^ - _X3333 on wattpad

warnings: male reader, reader can be cis or trans, drinking / alcoholism, reverse comfort, established relationship

cut for length!

shane stood in his usual corner, drinking like always. he would usually people watch on nights like these but he couldnt bare to look at anyone around him, all he could feel was guilt growing in his chest with every drink he took. he said he was going to get better, he promised he was going to get better, for you.

shane felt like crying the longer he stood there. tears almost falling from his eyes before he finished his beer and rushed out of the saloon, and before he knew it he was walking the familiar path to one of the only places in the town that comforted him, your farm.

it was an ungodly hour of night and he knew you were asleep, but he was drunker than usual and there was no way in hell he could think long enough to realize that. he stumbled over his feet the entire walk there and even fell once times, getting dirt on his face and hoodie.

after what felt like hours for him, he saw the sight of your house. he felt a wave of relief wash over him as he struggled to your front door and managed a few sloppy knocks before waiting for you nervously.

you were groggy, you just woke up, why wouldnt you be? you checked the time, who was knocking on your door at 2 am?

you got up slowly, rubbing your eyes and trying to wake up more before cautiously opening your door, being met with the sight of a dirty, drunk, shane standing at your door. you woke up more from the scene and immediately took note of the dirt on his clothes and the smell of alcohol all around shane.

"shane?" you stuttered out, "come inside, its late, are you okay?" you rushed out, leading shane to sit at your dining room table before you go back to close and lock your front door.

"i just wanted to see you, sorry," shane slurred as he looked around your house as if he hasn't spent hundreds of nights there. you got a rag and wet it gently under the sink, rushing back over to shane.

"it's okay, what happened? why is there dirt on your face?" you asked gently, taking the rag in one hand and using your other hand to hold shanes face still. you carefully cleaned the dirt off of his cheek as he told you about how he may have tripped on his way over, and you try to stifle a laugh that he doesnt notice.

you finished cleaning his face put the now dirty rag in the sink before standing in front of shane with a soft smile.

"i think you should sleep here tonight, is that okay with you?" you asked, shane quickly moving all of his attention on you as he thought for a few brief moments.

"yeah, yes. please," the last word was almost a whisper, barely audible to the either of you. you nodded and held onto one of shanes hands as you signaled for him to stand up so you could help walk him to your bed.

"i dont need your help to walk," shane grumbled as he stood up with a few shakes, almost tripping over his ankles as he turned to walk to your bed.

"shane, my beds not over there-" you rushed over to the taller man, taking his hand again and softly leading him to where your bed really was. "it's time to sleep honey," you helped him lay down and get the blanket over him, starting to leave so you could get water for him when he firmly grabbed your wrist.

"please don't leave, not yet," shane spoke suddenly, his voice sounded shakey like he was about to cry which was a shock to you as he seemed to be fine just minutes before. "can you cuddle with me, just for a couple minutes," he finished speaking and he looked at you with big eyes, tears filling his waterline quicker than you thought possible.

"hey it's ok, i won't leave you," you comforted, turning back to him and quickly getting in the bed next to him. he held you close, just laying in silence as he held you for a few soft minutes.

"i love you, so much," shane said, his words slurring slightly less. "i wish i could be better for you,"

"shane- honey, what?" your tone was filled with worry, shane was perfect in your eyes. you knew he was trying his best, why would he need to be better?

"i promised i'd stop and i can't even do that-" shane clearly had more to say but he cut himself off as he started to hardcore sob. you didn't know he felt this way, you never knew he felt so insecure about his actions.

"you haven't done anything wrong, you're trying, aren't you? i'm so proud of you for just knowing you have a problem, i'll always be proud of you," you tried your best to comfort the crying man in your bed.

you rolled over so you could face eachother and shane quickly hid his face using his hand so you wouldn't see him in such a vulnerable state. he knew you were just trying to help but your words only made him feel worse, you're so sweet and caring and he can't do anything for you.

"baby please, talk to me, im worried," you spoke softly to him as you began playing with his hair and holding him close to your chest, "you're doing everything perfectly as my boyfriend, i love you so much. please, don't beat yourself up over this,"

shane removed his hand from his face and looked you in the eyes, speaking in a low but audible voice.

"i promise, im going to get better for you," his words were still slurred and he was crying, but you knew he meant it, you knew how much he loved you and it maybe he needed to hold you to realize that he could be better for you, that he could finally feel like he was good enough for you.

"i love you so much," he kissed you for a second, knowing that he was still basically shit faced and would probably get drool all over you if he kissed you for longer.

"i love you more," you kissed back before pulling away and pulling his head into your chest, laying down and pulling the blankets up over the two of you, ready to sleep for the rest of the night.

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[xamaxenta]

Sabo despite looking like a well groomed nobleman with manners to match also having a tolerance to holding his booze that could rival the most legendary of pirates

does things to Marco’s heart

Sabo’s won several rounds on the Moby, pockets his winnings, in bills no less and walks over to him in a perfectly straight line its almost eerie like does the shift of the waves mean nothing? What exactly does Monkey D Dragon have his chief of staff endure to ensure this level of perfection

Alot; Sabo replies because Marco’s spoken aloud, as he often does when he has himself and his thoughts for company

Alot, Marco doesnt like the implication behind such a simple answer

Ace is a different story, his metabolism and inherent flame body equates to party tricks instead of inebriation, he’s on the other end of the ship last time he saw

It’s vaguely gross when Sabo leans in to kiss him, even pretty smiles and not a single strand of hair out of place can mask the smell of too much drink, but Marco accepts nonetheless because an outwardly affectionate Sabo was extremely rare, and possibly the only indicator as to just how much hes had to drink

They stay together for a while, Sabo relaxing into Marco’s side so much that eventually he sags his weight and Marco has to slide an arm around his waist to keep him from falling over

Ace finds them like this, bright eyed and alert, a smile tugging at his mouth, reels back when he smells all the alcohol rolling off the younger blonde and glances at Marco questioningly

Marco nods over at the freeflowing drinking game still in full swing, a new round with fresh men considering all of Sabos past opponents are currently unconscious or absent, presumably too ill to continue

“Wow, Hes gonna have the piss of the century when he wakes up.” Ace remarks after taking note of the impressive tally under Sabos name on the crude piece of torn sail that announced the current leaderboard

“Not if he throws up first.” Marco says and immediately starts to unfasten the buttons and clasps Sabo bundles himself up in, surely that wouldnt be comfortable, and in the event they did have to nurse him back to sobriety he wouldnt be a soggy mess in the process

“M not gonna.” Sabo mutters, he doesnt fight Marco when his cravat slips off from around his neck

“Aw.” Ace snickers, braces himself and leans in to nudge noses, chasing a kiss from their little champion, sabo scrunches his nose up and promptly belches in response

Cackling between a cough and a swear, Ace backs up entirely, disgusting but also endearing, Marcos not biased

“Youre so nasty.” Ace says but theres no heat or anything to suggest that the experience had been unpleasant (because hes also nasty )

“Fuck off.” Sabo grumbles, tucks himself into Marco some more and closes his eyes

[tordistic]

Headcanons masterpost... or something

Its ridiculously long auhhh

Edd

Is a criminal banned from 98 countries 💔

But seriously, his ass does not get funds in a legal way. He used to be a hitman (pre-EW till '05-ish), and only does these sorts of jobs again if he has to. Thats why hes totally ok with killing people. Hes also ok with stealing and committing fraud, both which he also has done

Got a forklift certificate after the Hammer & Fail events. Originally it was just in case they decided to try to build something again. But due to my headcanon regarding the coke ban, you may have noticed that he used it with other motives.

Speaking of the cola free future: the reason why he's taller even though hes already an adult is due to radiation. It gave him a growth sprout on the long run.

Chronic insomniac, treats in with ambien, ends up with him in weird situations.

Forces his buddies to witness horrible stuff he finds on the internet, since he "refuses to suffer alone".

Theres a zero chance hes allo. Not allosexual. Not alloromantic. He just doesnt realize it since he doesnt think about his orientation. But believes he's bi since he feels the same way regarding men and women.

Tom

Hes humanoid, but not human. Explains the void eyes and the monster form. But nobody really cares about it, so its never explained lol

Unlike Edd, he tries to have a job that doesn't involve crime (usually retail). But due to comedy cartoon reasons, he's in and out of being employed.

When unemployed, he works on music composition and film making. Is it good? No, it fucking sucks. But it keeps him occupied at least.

Enjoys working with MIDIS. The type of guy that makes covers of full albums with the Mario 64 soundfont.

Yes, he can talk to inanimate objects. No, he never told the guys. Yes, they think he's out of his mind.

Not really insomniac, but his sleep cycle is BAD. Instead of going to a check up, he just drinks till he passes out.

Due to his non human nature, he can keep drinking alcohol and not suffer mayor consequences from it (coma, death, liver failure...). He doesn't know this.

Has piercings. They end up closing really quickly but hes a idiot so he keeps opening them back again and again

Transgender. Realized when he was a lad, and has been out since. Sometimes he forgets about it.

Bisexual, doesn't mind dating women, man, both, neither, cacti... Will be with anyone with or without a pulse!

Matt

Non human, thanks to the vampiric and the zombie episodes. So hes technically dead, but not really, sooooo a ghoul?. He can also eat raw meat without issue, but tries to avoid it. Is not cuz he doesn't like how it tastes or moral reasons, its cuz he gets scolded by the rest of the group

Used to work in retail till '07. Ever since he stopped, he's become a happier person.

But SOMEHOW, he has the best sleep cycle out off all of them. How he does it is a mystery.

He also dislikes when the guys even mention those episodes. He doesn't like remembering that he tried killing his friends more than once. He's also not sorry!

He's kind of a failson? But instead of mooching off his family, he mooches off his friends. He has tried at least three times to come up with a startup and ended up turning it into a MLM

His purple jumper came with an amoeba. He named it Richard and its the reason why he got dumber with time (brains ated)

He definitely still has world domination goals in mind, he's just too lazy to actually do it, and would rather prefer if someone gave him all the power he wanted.

Still a bitch! He's... Pretty manipulative. It doesn't work with the guys cuz they've lived with him for years and know how he acts.

"Matt door hand hook bomb door" was the only explanation given when asked about his future appearance (the jaw and eye thing). Not a single person has elaborated further.

Does a lil self care, to the point he and his room smells like a LUSH store....

Bi/Pan. Prefers dating women but doesn't mind dating someone whos not. Still, nobody wants him, so its double the failure u_u

Tord

He used to be a hitman as well, but stopped when all the Red Army stuff happened.

A great part of his book collection are manifestos and essays (the rest, ofc, being hentai).

Yknow those ahegao clothing? Yes, he has a full outfit of them. The rest has tried burning them so he won't wear them again, but it doesn't work!

Speaking of the Red Army... He's not the Red Leader, but thats due to the Leader not being real per se.

He also convinced the guys to join in the future loll

Also not technically insomniac, but he spends most of his nights binge-watching series, so his sleep schedule is also terrible

My guy hasnt seen a shower in a while. He definitely smells like something burnt though

Learnt mechanical engineering out of spite. Tom called him dumb so to prove him wrong he became a engineer all by himself.

Between leaving the house and returning, he was involved in a shoot out. He was scratched by a bullet and got injured in his face. Thats why he has a scar. Also thats why i draw him sometimes with a piece of his ear missing

Some type of queer (gender? orientation?), but refuses to accept it. Homophobic gay sort of deal. The if you gave him estrogen then none of this would have happened sort of fellow

The group (in general)

All of them in canon have a kill count in the dozens. I believe they all have a certain reputation for killing a shiton of zombies during the apocalypses (in plural), and are sometimes all tasked to go and take some undead peeps out. It gets boring after a while, but the pays good!

But the only actual hitmens were Edd & Tord. As in, they got paid to kill people. Matt & Tom have also killed humans but they weren't rewarded for it. Sad! Oh well.

They all come back to life with the power of comedy! If its funny if they die, then they die. If it's funnier if they don't, then they dont!

Theyre all autistic. All of them. And not a single one of them has realized.

I'll edit dis when I get a new vision or something idko

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Red time :D I’m watching Ranboo

I am so behind on vods but it’s MCC day baby!!!!!!!

This team is gonna be so good, so silly but I think they could win

THE DRESS IS STUNNING KING but why the magenta eye makeup?? it adds to the unhinged vibe lol

Ranboo doesn’t know what sequins are?????

“I don’t mean anything that I say ever, any of the time, just so everyone knows” my streamer

HAPPY ROSH HASHANAH EVERYONE!!! <333

“Don’t be pissed at me if I don’t do well ❤️” why are they like this /pos

Ranboo’s religious side screaming for help every time he wears a dress 😭😭😭

Bad news: freedom of speech isnow behind a paywall, Good news: the money goes to charity

The M rating is exclusively so they can say death threats

“I swear to god, be funny!!! ‘Haha I said funny jokes’ I KILL YOU!! Guys it’s all jokes <3 it’s all jokes and it’s all love <333”

Shelby INSTANTLY gaslighting Ranboo into believing the audibly farted, I adore this duo with all my soul

Ran and Shelby are now pushoverduo <333 /s

WATER DOESNT HAVE A TASTE

I love this team so much

You can watch Ranboo but watch out, it’s a slippery slope to the “HELP HELPPPPP” vocal stim

Bingo enthusiasts my beloved

Ranboo just screaming when Shelby called them sexist 😂😂😂

Michael is a genuinely good sandkeeper, he just needs a team that will hype him up and respect him

The way I knew exactly where Ran was going lmao

Ranboo staring into the camera when they start talking about saw

Oh…. Ok……

Bingo but Fast

BINGOOOOOOOOOO

I missed bingo so much, it’s not even funny

He found a Michael you guys

“Wait can we take fall damage?” “I don’t think so” *falls to his death*

Gosh, I am still not used to the new caves, they’re so beautiful and scary

“I’m so smell and dumb :(” “that’s okay!!”

Holy crap the top 4 teams are all so close

“That was fun… well, it’s all downhill from here” SHELBY 😂😂😂

Parkour Tag

Them being excited to play it because they all hate it lol

Ran losing their absolute mind in parkour tag, maybe this game is fun

Shane is killing me actually

“I don’t feel strongly about anything” same!!!

This team is so funny holy

“Oh we’re in tenth right now” “No we’re not” Shane 😂😂😂

“Guys we’re better than a bunch of 40 year olds” “they’re not 40!!!!!” “They’re 50 theyre 50 theyre 50” this team oh my god

Ran calling Skeppy homophobic and Shane’s “I mean… is it-?”

“Who are we going up against? Who am I?” “You’re Ranboo” “Oh ok, that’s right” their chemistry has no right to be so good what the

I love Joel and Shane’s rivalry, neither of them know why they’re rivals but they are

I haven’t laughed this hard in absolute ages holy

Meltdown

“I can’t believe we have beef with the goddamn Pack”

“Are we supposed to be doing something?” THATS MY S-TIER

Tubbo threatening to tweet Ran’s address, beeduo crumbs /s /s /s

Red and pink’s beef is the funniest thing ever oh my god

Hole in the Wall

They’re so all over the place they mean everything to me

My streamer’s favorite color is 3, so true

“Skeppy’s having problems” “aren’t we all?”

The reactions to Shane saying his nose is bleeding lmao “What we’re you inhaling?” “Air”

“GUYS ITS BLUE- oh wait, it’s red” Shane 😭😭😭

“We’re all just gamers” “We’re all gay” so true

SHELBY POPPING OFFFFFFFF

Everyone hyping her up <333

Ranboo insisting they’re not bothered by different pronunciations whilst sounding progressively more bothered

Parkour Warrior

Ranboo?? Screaming????? Noooo…. /s

Vod muted Sadge

They’re popping off!!!!!!

Ran screaming at purpled to get a job and then instantly apologizing 😂😂😂

That drop lmao, it happens to Ran’s team every time

Ranboo got prescribed adhd meds today FINALLY /lh (I’m a psychology student and have adhd lol)

Skybattle

They’re surviving!!!!

Ran 2nd!!!!!!

Them avenging Michael’s honor my beloved

Shelby and Shane hiding in a hole lol

SHANE WILDIN

SHANE’S LEVI PLAY WHAT THE?!????!?!!

I could go off about how the amount of alcohol on MCC day correlates to how chill contemporary events are, everyone’s just here for a good time and it’s so much better this way

TGTTOSAWAF

WHY ARE WE PLAYING TGTTOS?????? I thought the final two were sands and grid :( /nm

Nothing like spontaneous karaoke over discord <333

“I AM FULLY STRAIGHT, I AM SO GODDAMN STRAIGHT, I AM NOT TILTED”

Ran was tabbed out but I’m imagining Michael and Scar holding the door open for each other lol

I have a headache lol

Grid Runners

I’m actually entirely okay with this tbh

Shane cheating pogchamp

Ran and Shelby “no u”-ing in the stone pyramid lol

That search the house was CLEAN

THEYRE SO GOOD AT THIS HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

Michael is so tipsy lmao

Ranboo in third, who woulda thunk

Dodgebolt

This was an amazing time, this team was wild

Oli v Ollie!!!!!!

“Everyone’s scared of Jojo and they should be” SO TRUE SHELBY SHUBBLE

“I actually have seen Sapnap miss these” lmao Shane

Them chanting Gem’s name <333

Aw rip, gg

Great times, great vibes <3