#key was the one that said it btw if you couldn’t figure that out

[smtown-tourist]

I was rewatching We Got Married and y’all…

Taemin was the original, “very mindful, very cutesy, very demure” 🤣

[riekirei]

00:00 — nishimura riki

your boyfriend, riki, came home after an exhausting day, working and practicing. you stay up and wait for him til late to see him come home, tired.

pairing: idol bf!riki x afab!reader | genre(s): fluff | content/warning: reader and riki call each other baby, reader kisses riki on the forehead and cheek

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word count: 735

author’s note: this is just so cutee. i enjoyed writing this sm and i hope you enjoy reading it as well! not proofreaadd btw

[🎧 now playing: soren by beabadobee]

22:12

you were scrolling on your phone, laying down across the couch with a fluffy blanket covering you body. you were waiting for riki to get home from working at the hybe building. you figured he was up practicing after a long day of promoting and shooting for their recent comeback. you weren't too sure where he was at the moment. he might've been on his way home, maybe even at the studio this late at night. 

22:27

you decide to text him.

“babyyy”

“where r uu :(“

you type in and send. you blink a few times, feeling how droopy your eyes were. it was getting late and you couldn’t deny how sleepy you were. you yawned as you shut your phone off, laying it by your side. you pulled your blanket up to your chin and laid there, wondering were riki could be.

22:46

some time later, you check your phone to see if he had responded. ‘delivered.’ riki hadn’t opened your message. he was probably on his way home right now so you didn’t really worry. 

your eyelids were heavy and you couldn’t fight off how much you wanted to sleep. eventually, you fell asleep on the couch, tucked into the fluffy blanket. 

23:07

you awake to the sound of keys clanking right outside the door. the doorknob twisted and the door opened, revealing the sight of your boyfriend. he took his shoes off and dropped his bag onto the floor. you rubbed your eyes and just as you were about to stand up and greet him, you see him walk into the bedroom with his eyes half shut.

“woah woah woah, where do you think you’re going?” you ask him as he trailed off. “sleep” he said. “noo, baby. not just yet. we need to get you washed up first” you told him. riki stops and turns to see you. “babyy~ can we go to sleep?” he asks you, slowly blinking and standing still, clearly tired. you walk towards him and grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the bathroom you had in the room. “let’s wash up first, pleaaaseee?” you softly say, looking into his eyes. riki nods and walks with you towards the bathroom.

you help him get into the shower and handed him his towel and his new change of clothes. riki took a quick shower and as soon as he got out, you helped him dry his hair and body. you made sure he was feeling okay. as you pat his face down with a towel, you could tell just by his eyes how exhausted he was. “tired hm?” you asked him. all he did was nod. you smile and caress his cheek. 

23:32

after riki washed up, brushed his teeth, and changed his clothes, he laid down onto his side of the bed. you came shortly after with a glass of water you took from the kitchen while riki was changing. you handed it over to him and waited for him to finish before setting it aside for him on the bedside table. you pulled the blanket over the two of you and closed the lights, leaving only a dim one by the doorway lit up. 

you watched riki as his eyes shut. you rub circles onto his temples and forehead to help him relax and release any tension he had. riki then rested his hand by your waist, bringing you in slightly closer. your hands move up and made its way onto his hair. you play with it and lightly massaged his scalp. riki had a smile across his face.

23:49

you thought of putting pain relief patches on his shoulders to relieve any of the pain his muscles might’ve had from practicing and working all day. you get up to fetch them from a drawer in your closet. you gently lift his shoulders up to place the patches onto them. you lay him back down, looking at him, admiring how pretty he was.

23:59 

you pushed riki’s hair back and gave him a kiss on the forehead and on the cheek. going back down, riki hugged your torso and you buried your face into his chest. “i’m so proud of you for always working hard. good night. i love you, riki” you say before closing your eyes and finally falling asleep in his embrace.

00:00

“i do it for you. i love you more, y/n”

[urfavlarry]

HI loved the tyler/aiden headcannons btw!

Wanted to ask if you could write something about the reader being apart of the group (after they finally escaped the realm and are free..and traumatized, but happy)

AND LIKE A LITTLE ROMANCE HAPPENING BETWEEN AIDEN AND THE READER!! Like after everything had calmed down, (3 weeks after they escaped) the group goes to a skating rink to have fun. Like normal teens 😞

Would love a oneshot of it!! :D

Aiden Clark x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, bad grammar

genre: fluff! :3

A/N: AHH I love this!! I skate myself so this is just 🛐

hope you like it <33

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You and the group have been planning a trip for quite a while. You were trying to celebrate the fact you finally escaped the damn realm and that lab they kept you guys in. Everyone was a bit shaken up, most of you couldn’t really sleep and you had sleepovers most of the time to try and sleep better. It usually worked, well at least for most of the group. You would wake up in the middle of the night, cold wind hitting your soaked figure. You often had nightmares and you couldn’t really go to therapy because you would be considered ‘crazy’, so you just had to pull through without any help. You know the group would be happy to help, but you don’t want to bother them when they had it worse. Back to the present time! You were currently in the graveyard, sitting in a circle near the campfire, you yourself sitting on your kind of beat up skateboard. Everyone suggested their ideas, Logan suggesting a museum, Ashlyn a restaurant, The twins suggested a waterpark and then Aiden and Ben said they didn’t really care where they would go.

An idea popped in your head and you smiled; “How about a skating rink? That could be fun? I know a pretty good one and theres also like a trampoline part connected to it so that’s pretty cool.” Everyone talks about the idea, Aiden agreeing instantly along with the twins. “Well is there a buffet there? Maybe we could later eat there and just celebrate?” Ashlyn suggests and everyone agrees looking at you for your response. You nod and everyone cheers, excited for the trip.

The day of the trip arrives, you all agreed to meet up at the train station at 8am and you were there early, already waiting there at 7. You watched the sunrise and you smile taking a picture and put your phone away and try out some tricks. You first tried an ollie, the key trick you need to know to learn most of the other ones. You record some of the tries and relax for a bit, watching the clips when suddenly your eyes get covered by a pair of soft hands. “Aiden..” You say and smile at the blonde boy, who had his usual relaxed demeanor. “Hey, you’re here early aren’t you?” He says and sits down next to you, resting his feet on his skateboard, rocking his legs from side to side. “Yeah I wanted to be here just in case anyone needed help with anything.” You say and yawn slightly, not really shaking off the sleepiness just yet. He nods and starts to yap like he usually does and you just listen, letting him yap your ear off. You didn’t mind, you weren’t much of a talker, so you usually just listened.

The others finally arrived just in time for when the train arrived. Everyone boarded and you found your seats, all of you sitting together. Ashlyn decided to catch up on sleep, along with Ben. The twins and Logan were playing some card game and You just listened to music, sharing headphones with Aiden. You lay your head on the window and drift off, feeling a hand on yours.

You get shaken awake, and you groan but gather your things and skateboard and get off the train, leading the way. You jump onto your skateboard and you guys skate/walk for about 15 minutes when you finally get there. “Here we are!” You say and pay for your entry, putting away your things and grab your phone along with your skateboard and run to the rink, doing a quick board slide. The others cheer you along as you drop in and do a rock to fakie.

Aiden watches you with a smile and Tyler and Taylor do their own thing as Ty teaches his sister the basics. Logan and Ben were off somewhere probably in the trampoline park and Ashlyn watched everyone, taking videos. “I’ll need to ask her to send me that later.” You think to yourself and manual.

You mind your own buiseness, riding up to a ramp when a kid suddenly jumps in your away, making you manual a bit too quickly so you fell on your elbow. “Fucking hell.. watch it kid!” You yell and hiss in pain as you look at the now bleeding elbow. Aiden noticed the fall and ran over to you and inspected the wound; “Hey are you okay? That was a nasty fall.” He says and you laugh; “Come on i’ve had it so much worse before, and plus people break bones doing this shit so i’m fine.” You say and stand up and walk over to the sitting area and take out some bandages you brought along in this type of situation. Aiden snatches them from you and looks at you with a kind smile; “Let me do it.” He doesn’t even give you time to reply and is already carefully wrapping the wound. Your face feels hot and you look anywhere but at Aiden, looking for the others yet they were nowhere to be found.

“There, that should be better, and by the way, when did you start skating? Your pretty good, almost better then me!” He teases and wraps and arm around your shoulder. You chuckle and smirk, teasing right back; “Oh yeah? How about a game of skate?” You challenge him and wait for his response, already knowing the answer. “Hell yeah! I’ll win for sure!” He runs to get his skate and you do the same, and that was the start of a very long game of skate. You guys got bored after a while, agreeing on a tie and sit down, breathing heavily as if you ran a marathon. The others came back and everyone agreed on going to the restaurant that was across the street from the skating rink. You walk with your skates and decide to hide them somewhere at the back of the building and head inside the restaurant, ordering food and refreshing drinks immediately.

You sit down in the booth and Aiden slides in next to you along with Ben and Logan, the others sitting on the opposite side. Everyone chatted and joked around and your elbow was killing you along with your legs as well. Your eyes droop a bit but you take a sip of your drink that shakes you awake slightly. Aiden taps you on the knee and you look up at him, raising a brow. He leans in and whispers into your ear with a low tone; “You okay? You look kinda off.” He says and you smile reassuringly and give him a thumbs up under the table. He hums and smiles as the waiter brings the food everyone has been craving for the past 5 hours. You eat your food in silence, some chatting here and there but mostly you guys Te in peace. After everyone was full you decided to go to the bathroom to clear your mind, of course not letting them know the reason. You walk into the bathroom and sigh, they were empty, unlike many other restaurants and you shrug, walking over to the mirror and fix your hair up a bit when you notice Aiden in the mirror. “Hey, I know I asked already but you really don’t seem fine. Is it the elbow?” He jokes and you shrug, giving him a slight smile; “I’m fine don’t worry okay? My body is killing me though.” You say and stretch your body, some satisfying cracks echoing throughout the bathroom. You go to leave when you get embraced in a warm hug, a hand running up and down your back. “Relax for a bit, they won’t notice we’re gone.” He whispers and you guys stay like that for a few minutes when you finally let go. He looks at you lovingly and your face feels hot as you avert your gaze away from him.

He lifts your face to look at him and leans in, your lips brushing against each other and your eyes meet, Aiden looking at you as if asking for consent. You inch closer and he takes that as a yes, soft lips meeting yours. Your lips move in sync with each other and his hands wander down to your waist. You pull away and you hide your flushed face in the crook of his neck. He chuckles lowly and hugs you close. “You know i’ve liked you ever since that day we went out to get the jeep.” He says and you look at him with a confused look; “But I thought you liked Ash—” You get cut off by a finger on your lips and he smile; “Remember I had my eyes on you the whole time, I may have been comforting Ash but I had my eyes on you. I didn’t know how to approach you, ya know?” He says and leaves kisses all over your face. “Now I’ve got you all to myself~” He says and holds your hand, dragging you out to the others who stared at you and whistled, Ben looking at Aiden with a proud smile.

Later that day when everyone finally got home, Aiden messaged you and soon after you heard a knock on your bedroom window. You playfully roll your eyes and mumble “Idiot.” quickly opening the window. Aiden hops in and tackles you in a hug, you falling back on the bed. “Hey! What are you doing?” You chuckle and play with his hair. You hear a mumbled “I missed you.” And you giggle, making him look up at you. “We haven’t seen each other for like 45 minutes?” “Too long.” He shrugs and peppers your face with kisses, moving down to your neck and collar bone. Your eyes droop and you start to fall asleep, finally in his embrace.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[bearieio]

hockey!abby x f!reader note: i'm a simple person, i like abby, i like hockey..... drools sfw, 721 words

abby is the star hockey player, and newly appointed captain on the ice hockey team associated with your guys’ university

it was truly amazing how well she ended up playing in the semi-finals when you were in the lower bowl of the arena, wearing her teams’ jerseys.

during the break, after 2nd period ended, you caught her staring in your direction from the bench when you looked up from your phone.

she sat with her elbows propped up on her thighs. her cheeks were painted a rosy color and she was huffing up a storm from the previous altercation on the rink.

she sported her signature French braid and her baby hairs stuck to her glistening forehead.

when you looked back up from your phone, it seemed as though her eyes widened and the next thing you saw was her braid whip around as she seemed to turn her head the opposite way quickly.

you’d never talked to her in person before, but apparently, everyone else who attended your guys’ college was familiar with her.

from what everyone in your dorm was saying, she’s somewhat of the “playboy” type 🤨

abby was dazzled by you, to say the least.

she’d first seen you at what you guys later figured out was a mutual friend’s band gig.

the set was amazing btw.

she’d seen you from across the room dancing with your friend in the back of the basement-like location nonstop since the band had started playing.

she studied your facial expressions from the doorway she was leaning against. the way your hips swayed to the rhythm of the song. how your smile didn’t fade for the entire night and your eyebrows scrunched a little when you were really into one of the band’s songs.

before abby could make her way over to you after the set, you and the person you came with were already gone.

abby had tried asking around if anyone at the event knew you but unfortunately, no one said they did.

she was lowkey a #stalker..

the weekend after the semi-finals, the first time you’d both crossed paths, you had a psych exam at 07:30 in the morning.

abby had just been transferred to your dorm hall and was moving her things into the room diagonal to yours.

she’d grown tired of the roommates she had and decided to move into a single dorm to finish out the rest of her junior year in uni.

you were outside your door, rummaging through your bag for your keys that you could’ve sworn you through in there last night.

as soon as abby came out of her dorm, she froze. she couldn’t believe who was in front of her.

her eyes went wide as she gazed at you from her side of the hall.

be cool, abby, she thought to herself.

she couldn’t help but chuckle when she heard you curse under your breath.

“are you lookin’ for those?”

you jumped at the sudden sound of someone talking behind you.

you look back, surprised to see the hockey player leaning against her door, arms crossed, and with a sly-looking smile on her face.

she motioned toward to floor.

when your tilt her head towards where she was pointing, you saw your keys. they’d fallen by your feet while you were rushing to get to your class.

“oh! thank you!” you smiled, picking up your keys and locking your door.

“so uh.. where’re you headed? it’s pretty early,” abby asked, now stepping toward you.

“oh i have a psych exam- I HAVE A PSYCH EXAM!” you realized what you were originally rushing out of your dorm for in the first place.

looking down at your phone- 07:14 AM- it took you around 10 minutes to walk to the building in which your professor said to meet for the test.

“i’m sooo sorry, i have to go!” you quickly announced to the woman.

you were practically sprinting out the door before abby had any time to say another word!

but fret not! abby totally took a long glance at your ass before you were out the door ;)

perhaps if i feel like it, i'll make multiple parts to this cuz i really like the trope, but this piece didn't have that much to do with hockey itself :( BUT IDK YET!! lemme know guys.... 😰

[haikyu-mp4]

Congratz for the milestone!! Your event is soo cute btw! If you dont mind i am applying with tsukki, i am organized and flexible* Idk if i did it right but i hope you enjoy writing it!

thank you very much!! you're hired, lovely individual <3 *I only intended for suggestive to be used in coworker scenarios and it didn't fit the idea I had, so please excuse the lack of suggestiveness:)

Pressure point

Tsukishima is your friend and accidentally confesses, for the now hiring! event

word count; 618 – f!reader

Many young adults got a part-time job next to their university studies, and a lesser part of them enjoyed said jobs. You, however, had figured out a way to maximise your profit.

Not only that, but your best friend, Tsukishima Kei, usually spent the evenings you worked in the cafe, studying by the table closest to the cashier so you could throw subtle insults at each other whenever the line cleared up. In your eyes, it couldn’t get any better.

Tsukishima might seem calm, but he had just about had it, watching you flirt with these pathetic men who thought they genuinely caught your attention.

At first, he found it amusing how you coaxed them into throwing whatever change might be found at the bottom of their backpacks into your tip jar. Your brain was one of your many attractive qualities that made him stick around for so long and develop some feelings along the way.

Unfortunately, it bothered him as he listened to how you could flirt so effortlessly. He was jealous of how they got to bask in your, albeit fake, attention for even a few seconds. It had cost him a couple of study hours, where he would harshly press his pen into the same spot on his paper, trying to shut out the sound of your giggles.

As you were about to lock the door for the day, Tsukki was already standing behind you with his bag hiked up on his shoulder. “You don’t want to wait around today? I won’t take that long,” you queried, slight furrow between your brows.

“I’m not feeling well,” he said, trying not to sound too cold, but he couldn’t help it.

You tilted your head, letting out a small discontent sound. “Then why did you stay for so long?” you asked, and Tsukki looked away from your face.

He mumbled something under his breath and you huffed, locking the door before turning to him with your hands on your hips.

“What was that?”

“How will you flirt when you actually like someone? When you’re not just pretending for some cheap tips?” he asked, hiding his feelings behind a dry laugh.

“Who said I don’t like them?” you challenged, confusion diffusing after Tsukki’s resolve unravelled.

“Oh stop it, there’s no way you’re that tasteless,” he argued, looking like the thought left a nasty taste on his tongue.

You pursed your lips, nodding your head as you decided to switch from your first thought to a more tactical response. “I suppose if I did like someone, I would ask him to hang out with me while I’m at work. Annoy him when I can. Push up his glasses when he’s being a smart-ass,” you insisted, emphasising by lifting your pointer finger to push his glasses up his nose bridge, something you often did to annoy him.

Tsukishima readjusted his glasses and stared at you blankly for a second. He didn’t know what came over him, and he’d forever deny it to anyone you tried to tell the story to, but he put one hand on each of your cheeks and pulled you in for an awkward touch of lips one might call a kiss.

When his hands left your cheeks and he pulled away, you stared at him in amused shock. “Tsukki!”

“I’ll cover the tips with whatever food you want, just stop flirting with anyone else,” he demanded with a frown, while his eyes were flitting between your eyes and your lips.

“Are you asking me out?” He let out a flustered sound, about to turn around and pretend like nothing happened when you got on the tips of your toes to give him another, slightly better kiss.

masterlist

[lani-heart]

could you write about sleeping next to jungwon and sunoo? (Bright sun) not smut btw.

The first two to be accepted from the seven soulmates. The two took their soulmate bond seriously and knew at some point they’d have to share so they tried their best to enjoy their time with y/n before it happened.

Especially Jungwon.

Jungwon was the first to accept and the second to figure it out and he didn’t want to take her for granted. 

There was one time before she accepted Sunoo yet before he even got accepted. He did everything to try to go to her council room just to see her. He saw her sleeping on her desk with paperwork surrounding her. 

To help her out he did the work on her desk while he made sure she slept as best she could on a desk.

He did have to wake her up, and despite feeling embarrassed y/n was thankful for that. Despite not trusting Jungwon at the time she appreciated being taken care of.

It’s when he realized how much she pressured and overworked herself. Between magic practice, student council, and homework she was constantly busy.

jungwon’s perspective

I know I’m supposed to be happy Sunoo was so determined to get her to accept him. Or that Niki wants to try to start talking to her slowly… but having her to myself is nice.

I know the hyungs are stubborn and blinded by their love for Sooha but I couldn’t understand how you couldn’t choose your soulmate. Someone who was born for you… just like I was for her. My main purpose…

I knocked on the student council door before entering when I saw a familiar sight. 

She was sleeping again here?

I sighed softly with a smile… despite how cute and peaceful she looked she shouldn’t be sleeping here. Overworking… I could also smell the residue of blood on her. Bandaged on her fingertips. 

She needs to start being careful when pricking her finger… and asking for help when it comes to council work. 

I decided to pick her up and take her to her dorm. I didn’t use my speed and wanted to be careful with her. I took her backpack and found her keys before leaving the council room. When I got there I knocked in case her roommates were there but no one answered.

I guess it makes sense… Wonyoung is probably doing council work or in club activities and I knew Eunchae was in sports activities. 

I opened the door as carefully as I could with her in my arms. I went straight to her room to tuck her in. When I tried letting go she must’ve recognized our bond and snuggled against me. It was cute seeing her recognize me even in her sleep.

She grabbed my hand and I chuckled. I figured she wouldn’t mind if I just got comfortable and laid down next to her. I wasn’t planning on sleeping but her scent and touch were so comforting.

y/n’s perspective 

Did I fall asleep again? 

When I opened my eyes I realized I wasn’t in the council room. I saw Jungwon… he was sleeping. Did he take me to my room? 

I smiled softly. I tried getting up but he put his hands on my waist and gripped them when I tried leaving. I chuckled and decided that maybe I did need some sleep. 

He looked so pretty…. so peaceful. He could get in trouble for being in my room but I didn’t have the heart to wake him up. Instead, I hugged him enjoying his presence. 

It wasn’t until I felt him move a bit tightened his grip on me and kissed my forehead. “Good morning, sleeping beauty!” I said and he chuckled. “Me? Are you sure you aren’t Miss Sleeping Beauty my love?” he asked and I chuckled. 

“Let's get breakfast?” I asked and he nodded. I went to the witch cafeteria services where I got my plate of breakfast and met up with Jungwon. “Are you sure you're okay with eating with me?” he asks since his food is confused with blood and his glass of blood on his tray was unappealing. 

“I’m fine with a little bit of blood,” I said… I'm a blood witch after all.

Moments like these were irreplaceable… moments that I appreciated with my first mate. 

Sunoo would seek out y/n after the incident with Jake and Wonyoung having to break the bond. It didn't result well with him.

He would wake up with the pain of rejection and crying all over again because he couldn't do anything to help it.

He missed you, so when the bond was back he followed y/n around like a lost puppy worried something would happen again.

sunoo's perspectve

Ever since Wonyoung broke our bond with her when Jake rejected her it's given me night terrors. I know she’s scared of vampires at the moment… even though she tried not to be with us, she’s a little bit scared. Especially with those bandages on her neck. 

“Sunoo, are you okay? You look… tired?” she asked and I smiled. “Of course! I’m fine so don’t worry I just didn’t sleep well tonight!” I said not wanting to worry her. She looked at me worried and nodded…

“You should get some rest,” she suggested but I didn’t want to be apart from her. “I’m fine, I want to spend time with you,” I said honestly and she gave me a tired smile. 

“Honestly you should be resting too,” I said and she chuckled. “I have student council-” “You always have student council work” I corrected and she nodded. 

“Maybe a break wouldn’t be so bad?” she said and I grinned. She really needed to take care of herself more, but I guess that was my self-proclaimed job. 

“Can I have one of those?” she asked, pointing at the lollipop in my mouth. “Sorry, pretty girl, but these are blood candies,” I said and showed her the blood label of the blood. “I didn’t know you ate those?” she asked and I smiled. “I think I'm the only one who uses them, sometimes Jake-hyung does when he’s angry,” I said and she nodded.

“Sunno?” she said and I waited for her to say what she wanted to ask. “Want to take a nap together?” she asked and if I was still human I would’ve been blushing at her sudden request. “Sure, but I'm not allowed in your dorm?” I asked and she shrugged. 

“Jungwon is there all the time,” she said and I made a mental note of bothering him later. “Well then, I am tired if I'm being honest,” I said and she giggled. 

“Let’s–” I suddenly grabbed her bridal style and took her to the ceiling. “Hey! Sunno!” she yelled and I chuckled. 

“It’ll help so no one sees us”

y/n’s perspective

I don't know how long we were sleeping when we woke up to Wonyoung’s shrieks of Sunoo being here. “Sorry Wonnie, please let it slide just for tonight?” I asked and she scoffed and shut the door. Im guessing that was a yes. I laid back down with Sunoo peacefully still sleeping… or so I thought. 

“Is she going to snitch on me?” I heard him say groggily. I never heard him speak in a deep voice before… “No, so if you want you can stay the night?” I asked and he smiled. 

“Please? I haven’t slept well for a while now” he said and I pouted. “Why?” I asked and he sighed as he hugged me tight against him. 

“I… don’t want to wake up again only for you not to be my soulmate,” he said with teary eyes and I smiled.

"I'll be here then when you wake up then, just enjoy our time together"

[i2sunric]

SCENT OF YOU — k.yudai

wc: 1.4k

warnings: MINORS DNI! established relationship, bf! yudai x gf! you, i called him ‘kei’ just because, fingering, pussy eating, orgasm, caring bf kei, tired university student you, pet names (princess, baby) | not proofread

summary: since you’ve been locked into your room for two days, busy studying, kei wants you to rest and relax, giving you the best head and fingering of your life

[ hana’s space ] ; ok HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN’S HANDS??!:!/!:!/! istg he could slap me and i would ask him to do it again so here it’s a smut where he fingers y/n duh. btw i think i improved with my writing ☝️🤓

“hey.” you could hear a faint voice coming from the door of your room, turning around you noticed your boyfriend’s figure standing there, shoulder resting on the jamb of the door with a frown “hi baby.” you give him a weak smile

“i thought you were dead” he commented and you chuckled “you’re exaggerating.” but he did not want to joke

you had been locked in your room for two days, studying and panicking because of your finals. university life was draining you and you were exhausted, but the fear of failure wouldn’t let you sleep in peace

kei walked over to you, placing his hands on his hips and staring at your desk, the three cans of red bull and several coffee cups turned his frown into a worried expression “have you even slept?” he questioned but he probably already knew the answer

“barely.” you hissed, clenching the hold on your pen. he sighed “you need rest.” and he was right, you definitely needed rest but you just couldn’t, your mind wouldn’t let you.

it was the first time you disappeared in your room, your boyfriend only seeing you when you went to the bathroom or if he randomly checked up on you; never actually bothering you and your studies.

because kei understood, he always did.

but this time it seemed like he was extremely concerned about you, not having seen you for more than one day made him go crazy. he was so dependent of you, and you loved it.

“i know… but—“ kei placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly “no buts.” he nagged, his head slowly moving closer to your ear, whispering “you need to rest and you will rest.” before placing small kisses on your jaw.

you shivered, a part of you tried to snap out of the thoughts forming on your brain while the other one wanted to let you be held, loved, and taken care of from kei.

“yudai..” you breathed, his lips moving to kiss your neck, you tilted your head so he could have free access to it; your hand going to pat his head “please baby i need to study.” actually, not even you believed those words coming out of your mouth

kei shook his head, raising up and turning your chair so you were facing him. he caressed your cheek with his thumb and moved a string of hair behind your ear. he took his time to stare at your face with his two doe eyes, giving you a faint smile.

with no words exchanged, both of your heads starting getting closer until your lips crashed together. one of kei’s hand cupped your cheek while the other was on the back of the chair, helping to balance his weight. it was a slow and passionate kiss, you didn’t pull away even when you felt a loss of air.

it was kei who broke the kiss, giving you another cheeky smile of his before he caressed your face again “i want you to relax now, will you let me help you?” he asked and you were sure he had something magical inside his eyes because you found yourself nodding even before he finished his sentence

with a chuckle, he took your hand and guided you to your bed “lay down, princess.” he said, letting you lie and put yourself into a comfortable position.

you unconsciously smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his neck when he started kissing you again, this time more passionately.

his hands wandered all around your body, feeling you who he longed for two infinite days, the scent you had — despite it being mixed with coffee and sweat — was so sweet and familiar it almost resulted as intoxicating; koga yudai was addicted to it.

kei got up from your frail figure, his hand moving from your waist to your hips, teasing the waist of the pants, glaring you. you nodded your head, smiling, giving him permission to remove them and so he did, throwing the clothes somewhere unknown

he let his hands wander on your bare thighs, making you have goosebumps. his hand then reached for your already wet panties and touched your clothes core, making you whine in complain. he scoffed “does my baby want more?” and you nodded frenetically, the thoughts of him fucking into you at full speed made your vision blur

as if you two were connected, kei shook his head and smiled “we aren’t going to do what you think, princess.” you raised an eyebrow “why?”

“your body is too tired,” his reason was right “just trust me on this, ok?” you obediently nodded and entrusted him

he slowly removed your panties, leaving them at the same fate or your pants.

“mh~” you hummed when you felt the cold air of the room hitting your aching core, making it clench around nothing. you looked at kei with pleading eyes, mentally begging for him to actually do something about it.

he smirked satisfied and let his tongue do its job, basically having a whole making out session with your pussy. you let out small whimpers, your mind already too blank and high up on clouds to form any thoughts. seemed like all the anxiety you felt was sucked out. his tongue slipped inside of you while his thumb circled around your clit, sending you shivers and making you tremble; if it wasn’t for kei pinning you down with his arms you would’ve surely moved your hips around.

your hand went to grasp on kei’s hair, pulling it and making him moan, the vibration sending shivers all through your body. the only sounds in the room were the echoes of your pretty moans and the wet noises kei was making.

kei loved when you were vocal during sex, it made him have a sense of possession and busted his ego to hundred percent, the thought of being the only one able to make you scream that way was enough to turn him on.

he pulled away, earning a complaining whine from you who opened your eyes again to glance down at him. he gave you a light smirk, one of his fingers spreading your juices all over your folds while he licked his lips, still feeling the taste of you on his tongue.

you moaned softly, the sensation of his cold fingers on your core was so good “don’t worry princess, i will make sure to let you feel good.” he whispered, placing a went kiss on your lips while his finger slid inside of you. you clenched around it, moaning.

“fuck baby, you’re so tight as always.” he groaned, lightly kissing your neck before moving up from you, giving his all attention to your pussy.

he thrusted in a few more times before inserting another one, his boney fingers moving inside of you, tickling the sponge wall and hitting your sweet spot, making you almost close your legs in pleasure “f-feels so good..” you shut your eyes and threw your head back, hands gripping the sheets

“you’re so pretty like this.” he commented and your body unconsciously shivered, his skills sensing you already so close to your limit “i-i’m so close.” you breathed, biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning too loud, but kei did not like it, he didn’t like the way your perfect lips bled, so he shushed you with his own lips, the speed of his fingers increasing until you clenched around him, reaching your euphoria and releasing with a big gasp which died in his mouth.

kei pulled away from your lips and sat straight, removing slowly the fingers from inside of you and licking them clean with a loud ‘bop’, smiling “you taste so fucking good.” he complimented and you couldn’t help but blush

“i love you so much.” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you until his head was buried on your chest “thank you.”

kei smiled, lovingly caressing your waist “i love you too baby.”

and like that, tiredness took over your body, you closed your eyes which became too heavy and fell asleep as kei whispered soft words into your ears.

you never felt as loved as when you were with him.

[girlboypersonthingy]

can I request a list of like green flags and red flags for each of the characters in voltron? btw I love your writing:)

Hello friendo, thank you sm! Thanks for the request, I adore this idea. Also…Sorry y’all, I was posting like every other day for two weeks and then I hopped off for like two months. Oof life is really life-ing rn. I honestly chose to write this prompt before a lot of other requests bc it seems like an easy and short thing to bust out quickly. I swear, I will get to the rest eventually 🩵 keep sending in requests if you’d like! And as always… ENJOY~

KEITH ❤️

Red Flags 🚩

TERRIBLE AT COMMUNICATING. We all know Keith is stubborn and easily overwhelmed with a short temper. He doesn’t really know how to talk to people without getting angry. He feels that bc he has a hard time explaining exactly what he means, people never understand him and that makes him mad.

Bro isn’t scared of anything…and that low key scares everyone else. Like…who isn’t afraid of anything? The whole team has tried sooooo hard to figure out what will get Keith to jump out of his skin and scream like a child but to no avail… Boy just doesn’t flinch, doesn’t care, couldn’t care less about bugs and rodents and clowns and heights or anything like that.

Wears his gloves in the shower sometimes. Like wtf ???

Green Flags ✅

Also bc he is not afraid of anything, boy will protect his friends/family/partner SO HARD. He will verbally AND physically tear someone apart just for looking at you the wrong way. Very protective and caring but in a good way ya know?

Actually very selfless and not self-centered in the slightest. Keith is very giving and helpful, despite his tough exterior, he’s very caring, observant and considerate. He’ll give the shirt off his back to someone in need. He’s always down to help others. Ugh Sweet heart ❤️‍🔥

Has a sick ass space wolf that will also protect you like COSMO IS A MAJOR PLUS OKAY BIG GREEN FLAG DOGGO

LANCE 💙

Red Flags 🚩

Obvi his biggest red flag is how flirty he is. Boy will flirt with anything that breaths and that can get really annoying sometimes and affect the rest of the team.

Jealous AS FUCK. Like the petty jealous type. Lance is the kind of guy to pretend he has a partner back home just bc some alien girl he was flirting with said she had a partner already. He’s like “OH YEAH? Wow cool me too, same same, yeah….” But homie’s ego is a bit sore now…

Lies a lot. Lance just panics sometimes and tells a lie. He knows it’s wrong and he always feels guilty after lying to someone but it always just slips out. His mouth moves faster than his brain most the time.

Green Flags ✅

THE BEST HUGGER/CUDDLER OMFGGGGGG. Lance is the best hugger and cuddle buddy ever, period, end of story, try to change my mind. His long arms always stretch fully around the recipient’s torso and he squeezes tight enough to make you feel warm but not smothered. Usually will rest his chin on the other person’s head if they’re short enough (so Pidge obvi).

Very aware of other’s moods/body language/tone of voice. Everyone thinks Lance is “the dumb one” but he’s actually very in tune with what’s going on in the moment, what’s going on around him. I think he can tell how others feel the second he sees them. Good intuition kinda thing. An empath for sure.

Very considerate and often remembers the little things about people. Does he remember what he learned in class just a couple days ago? Pffft heck no! Does he remember everyone’s birthday, every year and get them a very thoughtful gift? HELL YEAHH I LOVE THIS SWEET BOY OMFG 🩵

SHIRO 🖤

Red Flags 🚩

Honestly…idfk Shiro is so perf. Perfect baby boy all the way

Maybe he could seem too nice at first…? Like when someone is nice but ur like “are you for real? Or are you fake and evil and you’re hiding something?” I think Shiro could be perceived as being fake nice at first.

Omg I feel like Shiro is one of those “ oh no, that looks delicious but I can’t. I’m watching my carbs.” YOU KNOW SHIRO IS A GYM DUDE WHO COUNTS HIS CALORIES PLZ

Green Flags ✅

ALSO AN A+ HUGGER. Imagine those big ass arms holding you so softly and so close to his big, warm body. Omg so comforting, so relaxing. Often gives a gently squeeze just before letting go and pulling away. Ugh 😩❤️‍🔥

Literally the most trustworthy man in the universe. Will defend his friends, loved ones, and planet until the end of time. Shiro would die before revealing any secrets you’ve asked him to keep. The best person to vent to bc he’ll never tell another soul about it. He’s like a personal diary

Shiro is sooooo patient. Definitely the most patient one on the team. He really does take his own advice…ya know, patience yields focus 😌 very sweet, calm man. We love Shiro

PIDGE 💚

Red Flags 🚩

GIRL WILL WORK HERSELF TO DEATH PLZ GO CHECK UP ON HER, BRING HER FOOD AND WATER, GENTLY FORCE HER INTO BED SHE NEEDS SLEEP.

Lowkey kinda moody and can get snappy very easily. Pidge is a sweet heart and very smart and a good team player but she’s also stubborn and will yell to get her point across or make herself heard (she’s an Aries…what’d you expect?)

Sometimes very conceited and braggy about how smart she is. Like yeah Pidge, we know you’re a genius and you could code in your sleep. WE GET IT. UR SMART. GEEZ 😒

Green Flags ✅

Pidge is so baby. Yeah, she can get snappy and braggy sometimes but…SHES SO BABY PLZ FORGIVE HER. She’s just young and stressed okay? Give her a break. She’ll apologize eventually with puppy dog eyes and a soft voice and while she looks adorable, she is being sincere and really wants to resolve this.

Very loyal and determined. I mean look how hard she searched and fought for her dad and brother. She won’t stop for anything or anyone once she has her mind set. Pidge Will never leave you behind and will always turn back to help someone in need.

Androgynous royalty. Pidge is soooo chill about her gender and identity. We love a confident babe 🏳️‍🌈💚

HUNK 💛

Red Flags 🚩

Boy is too scared sometimes. I think Hunk has really bad anxiety and it’s not the anxiety that is the red flag, it’s how he copes with it…which he doesn’t. Hunk let’s his anxiety get the best if him sometimes…but he’s trying.

Honestly…does Hunk really have any other red flags??? Baby boy is so sweet idk 🤷🏻

Over eats to the point of getting sick sometimes…and never learns his lesson. (Me asf)

Green Flags ✅

THE SWEETEST MOST CONSIDERATE AND THOUGHTFUL MAN IN THE UNIVERSE OMFG WHAT A SWEET HEART 😩💛 honestly just a very good guy. We love Hunk.

Obvi his cooking skills!!! Can cook for any occasion, on any cooking surface, in any conditions. Can cook so many different dishes from so many rich cultures around the world! So talented. His food always hits.

THE ABSOLUTE BEST at cheering others up. Soooo funny and silly and kind and relatable. He tries so hard to brighten others’ days when they need it. Will stop what he’s doing just to go cheer up a friend or loved one and watch them smile again.

MATT 🧡

Red Flags 🚩

Interrupts A LOT. In any given conversation, he will interrupt and talk over someone else at least once every minute. Can get really annoying sometimes but in his defense, if he waits too long to speak up, he’ll just totally forget what he was gonna say.

Like Lance, I think Matt would be overly flirty and act like a Fuck boy sometimes. Like bro sit your nerd ass down, that person is SOOO out of your league plz chill.

Can not take anything seriously (unless it comes to his family or his or anyone else’s safety) but day to day, Matt makes so many dumb and inappropriate jokes at the worst times. Ugh 😒

Green Flags ✅

Very brotherly to everyone he considers a friend or family. Protective, constantly checking up on others, making sure they have eaten, asking if they need anything from him. He cares a lot. Bonus points bc he’s a very good brother to his actual sibling too. Aww Pidge and Matt are sibling goals. 🥹

HOT AS FUCK NO MATTER HIS HAIR STYLE/LENGTH. You can fight me on this. Matt is gorg and so is his hair at every single moment throughout the show.

Extremely accepting and open minded. Matt treats everyone he meets equally and never seems phased when he meets others so different from himself. He may ask some questions for the sake of his own curiosity, but would never pass judgment on another person.

[sephirothsplaything]

WINNER TAKES ALL-chapter 3

a/n: I had way too much fun with this chapter btw omfg. the reader is so unserious and i low key love it.

anyways<3

word count: 2508

CW: black fem! obsessive reader, black fem! reader, reader wants Coryo so bad, she's also a fatass hypocrite btw. reader flirts with Lucy Gray! Treech is so cute in this chapter.

You were on your way to the train station,satchel filled with food.

Mostly items you weren’t fond of eating,but food regardless.

It was early in the morning before classes and you were fixed on being the first to meet your tribute before anybody else. It was all planned out in your head. Treech would thank you for being so kind and of course you would drone on about how you’d do anything to get him out of the situation.

Lost in thought, you continue on and you almost miss the flash of red that brushes past you. 

Your head snaps up,seeing Coriolanus waiting in front of the train. He had beaten you to your own idea,somehow.

You think about spinning around and leaving but Coriolanus had already spotted you.

“Y/N.” Coriolanus said. His blue eyes ran all over you. It made you shudder. “You aren’t wearing makeup today.” He stated.

Your bare face had been intentional. You figured it gave you the more down to earth look,more earnest.

You didn’t address him,rather your eyes moved to the white rose in his hand.

“And what do you hope to accomplish with that?” You said, gesturing to it.

Coriolanus’s lip lifted into a slight smirk. As if he’d already figured something out.

“The same reason you have that bag of leftovers.” He said. 

 You hummed in response. Turning back,you watched the trains pass,looking out for the one that would have your tribute on it.

“I see you’ve decided to copy me.” Coriolanus said mockingly.

Briefly, you considered shoving him in front of a passing train. It would attract too much attention, and your grandmother would be less than pleased.

“Or.” You said. You spared him a quick glance. His hair was annoyingly soft looking today.

“You lack the ability to create an original idea.” You said.  Coriolanus scoffed at your suggestion.

“I assume Sejanus doesn’t know what you’re up to?” Coriolanus said. “I know you enjoy checking in with him.”

Maybe you would follow through with the train thing.

“Those tesserae buttons you wore on your shirt yesterday.” You said coolly. Coriolanus blinked at you in confusion.

“You said they reminded you of the maid's quarters,but I'm sure your cousin made them from the tile.” You said.

“I imagine there's not much need for a maid these days,or funds rather.” 

Coriolanus’s face fell into a dark raged expression. The hand that gripped the rose shook.

You gave him a sickly sweet smile. Putting him in his place has always been the better part of your day.

If Coriolanus had a rebuttal,it had been cut off by the screeching sound of the train coming to a stop. The door of the train slid open. A boy stepped down,looking exhausted. You couldn’t remember his name or what district he was from.

You made a note to study up on that later. The boy helps carry down a small framed girl.

Chocolate brown hair. Rainbow dress. Lucy Gray Baird. 

She was pretty,no doubt. She had large brown eyes that you thought put Sejanus’s to shame.

You watched as Coriolanus approached her, the two engaging in conversation. Boredom began to set in. Where was your tribute? This was taking entirely too long.

Your head tilts slightly as you watch Coriolanus give Lucy Gray a smile. 

He was incredibly preformative. 

Walking over to him,your eyes fixed on the small girl. Coriolanus shot you an alarmed look that you ignored.

“I was wondering when I'd get to see the songbird up close.” You said.Your eyes ran over the material of Lucy Gray’s dress. The rainbow pattern had most likely once been brilliant in color,but had since faded with time.

Lucy Gray gave you a confident smile. It was convincing. But you were sure she had become tense in your presence. 

“Well here I am.” She said, hands accompanying her action in a showy fashion.

You took an immediate liking to her. Too bad she would be dead in a week's time.

 “You have a beautiful voice.” You said. Your voice had grown lofty,almost flirty. You knew what you were doing. Coriolanus did his best to hide the annoyed expression on his face.

“Well aren’t you a sweetheart.” Lucy Gray said, her accented drawl was thick. 

Yeah. She was a spectacle for sure.

“I’m sorry, didn’t catch your name?” She asked. Before you could answer Coriolanus cut you off,having more than enough of your antics.

“This is Y/N, she’s my classmate.” He said, trying to keep some level of calm.

Lucy Gray smiled in thought,eyes flitting between the two of you. 

“Oh, I get it.” Lucy Gray said. “I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t run off with little ol’ me.” 

The pleasantries immediately dropped from your face. You grew cold at the thought. 

You’d sooner jump into the arena than be attached to him in such a way.

“No,classmate, like he said.” You said,tone flat. A tense silence settled between the three of you. 

Coriolanus pulls Lucy Gray away from you, creating a distance. You found great satisfaction in his discomfort.

Suddenly, a pile of tributes toppled out of the train,being herded around by the peacekeepers. 

Your eyes weeded through all the dirty tributes,looking for yours.

And there he was. His gray jacket was tattered and his hands were bruised. There was a girl by him,his district partner. Lamina,you think her name was.

A peacekeeper grabs Treech by the arm,ushering him to the next train. You walk up to the both of them,not sparing a glance to the white soldier.

“I need a minute.” You said. The peacekeeper didn’t argue. He knew who you were,they all did.

Treech wore a guarded expression as he analyzed you. You offered up the softest smile you could muster.

“They didn’t hurt you on the way here did they?” You asked gently. You spoke smoothly so as not to startle him.

“Why do you care?” Treech asked. He gave you a brief up and down,scowling deeper. With your academy uniform,it was overwhelmingly obvious that you were capitol. 

Naturally,he hated you by default.

“Well I'm your mentor.” You said with an enthusiasm he did not match. Treech scoffed at this.

“So,you’re here to watch me die?” He said.

You’d do everything in your power to prevent that. You had to win. 

“I’m here to help you win.” You said. Treech’s eyebrows furrowed,mulling over your words.

Seeing an opening,you took the liberty of stepping a little closer to him. Upon further inspection,he was rather handsome.

That’s good.

“I’m not actually supposed to be here.” You admitted. More peacekeepers were making their way to the trains. You didn’t have much time.

“But, I really wanted to see you.” You said Treech’s eyes widened slightly at the statement.

“Alright that's enough.” A peacekeeper shouted to the two of you. He dragged Treech away from you. Treech met your eyes as if there was something you could do.

“Be careful with him,asshole!” You shouted,for good measure of course.

All the tributes were roughly shuffled onto a train. You watched from a distance,arms crossed. You silently hoped that the reckless peacekeepers would spare your tribute's face,at the very least.

You looked down at the bag of food still slung over you. Honestly, you weren't sure when you would have the chance to give it to him.

Your attention turned to Coriolanus,who seemed deep in thought. You didn’t have to guess what he might’ve been thinking. Despite being disgusted by him,you knew him well.

He feels hopeless with the songbird as a tribute. Lucky for you.

You watched as he turned to the peacekeepers and then towards the train,contemplating. Then,he jumped into the open door of the train cart.

Unable to hide the shock on your face,you looked around to see if anyone had witnessed…well,his pure desperation.

Coriolanus wasn’t stupid and he didn’t jump onto that train for fun. He had a plan.

“Fuck.” You cursed. He was going to one up you,yet again.  Against your sane judgment , you slip past the chaos of the peacekeepers and step into the train cart as well.

The cart was suffocating, but you swallowed the urge to step off. If he could do it then so could you. 

“What?” Coriolanus said,voice cocky. “You’re following me around now?” 

Well..you were. Among the urge to not be outdone,there was something else slowly boiling inside you. 

Curiosity? No that wasn’t it.

“Are you two in the wrong cage?” A voice spoke. It was another tribute. You remembered his name. And how could you not? Reaper. Another wall on your path to victory.

You had no words for him. There was no denying it,you were scared shitless being surrounded by grimy district. The smell alone was enough to make you hurl.

Why did you come here again?

You shuffled awkwardly to the company of Lamina and Treech,standing between the two of them. You hid the bag of food between Treech’s body and your own. He looked down at it,and then to you.

“No,this cage is delightful.” Coriolanus said. You’d roll your eyes if you weren’t so focused on not shaking right now.

Reaper lunged at Coriolanus,pinning him to the wall.You half hoped he would kill Coriolanus. That would eliminate at least eighty percent of your issues. 

You scooted a little closer to Treech. Maybe he’d take the hint that you were totally out of your comfort zone.

“Don’t rough him up too much,he’s my mentor.” Lucy Gray said. In your fear,you hadn’t even noticed she was sitting there. Her eyes caught yours as she raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Yeah.You couldn’t believe it either. 

“What’s a mendor?” A small voice asked. The little girl from district eleven.

“A mentor.” Coriolanus corrected her. “And you all get one,like he does.” He gestured to you and Treech. 

“So seven gets the pretty girl and twelve gets you,where’s ours?” Another voice asked.

“Just not inspired,I guess.” Lucy Gray said. You didn’t miss the discreet smirk Coriolanus sent her way.

Something about that irked you.

Suddenly, the door of the train opened. You and Coriolanus were tipped off the train alongside the other tributes. It was absolute mayhem, bodies slip and slid as the train shifted.

Unable to stand,you fell to the ground. You felt a hand grab yours,Treech.

You fought the urge to shriek as you were met with the hard ground. Slowly,you managed to stand up.

You were in the zoo. The place where tributes were kept until it was time to enter the arena.

      You felt like dying.

Looking around,you spotted Coriolanus standing with Lucy Gray. Despite only meeting today,it didn’t escape your observation that they seemed to be close already.

That was annoying.

Through the bars,you notice Lucky Flickerman and his obnoxious camera’s already rolling. Every moment counted for you.

You walked over to Treech who was busy brushing the dust off of his ratty coat.

“Come with me.” You whispered to him,grabbing his hand. Treech made his attempts to pull away but you wouldn’t allow it.

“You want to win?” You asked,your eyes were laser focused on Coriolanus and Lucy Gray. They had the right idea,already making themselves known to the camera.

You would do one better. “They need to notice you.” You said.

Approaching the bar,you gave your most winning smile. Lucky noticed you,shock apparent in his eyes,but you knew he’d play along.

“And what a surprise,it seems Mr.Snow’s idea is quite infectious!” Lucky exclaimed. You fought against rolling your eyes. You were the one who arrived first to the train station after all. 

“I can’t speak about my fellow classmates' motivation.” You spoke, Coriolanus eyed you down,not quite a glare, but he certainly wasn’t happy about it.

That made your smile grow slightly larger.

“I was especially eager to see my tribute up close.” You said. You made a big show of turning your attention to Treech,eyes wide with affection. You figured if someone like you made Treech seem so desirable, then maybe the audience would feel compelled to keep him alive. 

Treech froze at your eye contact, seemingly stuck. It looked like you’d be the one doing all the work.

“I am very grateful for the opportunity to be working with district seven.” You said with an eagerness that made you want to cringe. 

“You sir.” Lucky Flickerman gestured to Treech. You gripped his hand tighter.

“Treech”. He corrected hesitantly. Lucky blinked in surprise.

“Right..Treech trust me when I say you are very lucky to have Y/N as a mentor.” Lucky said.

“It's time to go.” A stern voice cut through. A couple of peacekeepers had come to spoil your fun. 

One last thing. You needed to do something drastic. 

You pushed the bag of food to Treech,placing it in his hands. 

“This is for you,I won’t have you starve any longer, okay?” You said. There was no description on your end this time. You had no use for a weakened dog.

Treeches' eyes shifted to Lamina briefly,but you caught it anyway.

“Share with her if you’d like,there's more than enough.” You said. 

A peacekeeper gripped your arm,ushering you to move.

One last thing. A spectacle. 

Ensuring you were in square view of the cameras,you placed a kiss on Treech’s cheek before being dragged off by peacekeepers alongside Coriolanus.

You would never hear the end of it. And you were more than ready for the gossip.

The peacekeepers left you and Coriolanus alone in the halls of the train station. There was silence. 

“I guess I severely underestimated how desperate you’d be.” Coriolanus snipped. If someone else had said it,maybe you’d rise above and let it be.

But Coriolanus always managed to bring out the absolute worst in you.

In one swift motion,you clutched his shirt in your hands and shoved him up against an adjacent wall.

“Stay out of my way,I won’t ask again.” You said. The two of your eyes locked intensely for a moment.

Coriolanus’s eyes clouded with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. And honestly,besides anger,you didn’t know how to address the other emotions boiling in you.

Coriolanus’s large hands softly brushed yours,grabbing them off of him. And you let him.

“I think I like you without makeup,makes you look innocent.” He said. 

Coriolanus took a moment to move your braids off your shoulder before walking off.

That day, you realized a couple things.

Coriolanus would not in fact stay out of your way.

He found pleasure in irritating you.

Oh and one last thing.

All these factors made him ridiculously attractive to you.  

[justagalwhowrites]

Hi! Just wanted to say that I love you writing, and love how you write angst !!

Asking this anonymously because, I found out I need a third open heart surgery.

I was wondering if you still take request how would Joel feel about his significant other having a third heart surgery and finding him not being able Toby e kids because of it.

As much angst as you want.

Btw, I’ll be fine, it’s the third time they are doing it, im schedule for 5 surgeries! It’s all good, cardiomyopathy is chill when the doctors know what they are doing! 😅

OMG Hi Bestie!

I am so honored that you'd reach out about such an intimate ask. I hope your surgery goes/went well and that you're doing great!

Hopefully, this is something like what you're looking for!

Heartache

Joel looks out for you as you're treated for cardiomyopathy.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader with Cardiomyopathy

Warnings: Medical stuff! Light smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 2.5k

If there was one thing Joel hated, it was not having control. 

He’d never really been happy at a job site until he was a manager, the one running SOMETHING. That way, he knew it was done right. 

It had made life with Sarah’s mom difficult, back when she was at all in the picture, because when she actually took charge of anything, it ended up being a mess Joel had to clean up. 

Hell, even just letting Tommy man the grill at family cookouts grated on him. He seemed to love to turn steaks too frequently, never giving them the time they needed on any one side. Joel had to grit his teeth and tried not to watch Tommy fuck up perfectly good cuts of meat. 

But at least then you would slip your hand into his, lacing your fingers through his own, and kiss his shoulder, whispering “You know it’ll be fine, Babe” under your breath. You tried not to giggle when you said it, Joel could hear it in your voice. 

You couldn’t do that now. Not when you were under anesthesia and he was stuck, sitting in a waiting room, waiting to hear that you were OK. 

No, this kind of out of control, Joel had learned, he was especially bad at. 

It started a few years earlier, not all that long after meeting you, really. 

Joel had first bumped into you - literally - at a park. Sarah was playing, showing off some variation of a cartwheel she’d invented, when Joel saw a dog - a big dog - running right for her. He didn’t think about how to react, he just did, racing to put himself between his daughter and the unknown animal, only watching her and the dog when you ran smack into is side, sending you both sprawling to the ground. 

“Ow, shit,” you groaned, sitting up and clutching your head. Joel turned only to see Sarah, flopped on the ground as the dog licked all over her face, tail wagging. Joel sighed in relief, going back to figuring out how to untangle his legs from yours. 

“I’m so sorry, he’s usually better behaved than this but he’s all keyed up because we were at the vet earlier,” you said, tugging your leg back into yourself and looking at your knee. “I didn’t have as good a hold on his lead as I should have, he saw a rabbit and took off…” 

“S’fine,” Joel said quickly, noticing you properly for the first time. You were in a little dress that showed off your legs, your eyes still bright and beautiful as you watched your dog play with his daughter. You were pretty. Really, really fucking pretty. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “No harm done.” 

“Yeah, he’s a gentle giant,” you smiled, getting up. “He looks scary but, since I live alone, definitely more of a feature than a bug. He’s really just a big teddy bear.” 

You called the dog over and looped the end of his leash around your wrist before you introduced yourself and Joel did the same, not able to take his eyes off you and your warm smile. 

“Hey Dad!” Sarah ran over, some of her curls pulled free from her springy pigtails and wild around her face. “Dad, did you see? Did you see me with the dog?” 

“Yeah, Baby Girl,” he laughed a little. “I saw.” 

Your dog licked her hand, wagging happily. 

“He likes you,” you smiled, squatting down to be on Sarah’s level as you gave the dog a scratch. “His name is Pluto!” 

Sarah’s eyes got big. 

“You mean like the dog from the cartoons?” 

“Exactly,” you smiled. “He’s my best friend and he’s got very good taste, so if he likes you that means you must be pretty great.” 

“Dad!” Sarah turned to Joel, her eyes still big. “Can Pluto come over to play?” 

“Kiddo…” he sighed. 

“Please?” She pouted. “You never let me get a dog, I want to play with a dog and he likes me and…” 

You caught Joel’s attention over his daughter’s shoulder as you mouthed “it’s OK with me” at him. He smiled a little at that, you giving him an out so he wouldn’t have to be the bad guy with his daughter if he said no. 

And he knew he probably should say no. The reason he said no dogs was because he worked too much and he didn’t want to leave a dog, alone and neglected, at home all day. Giving his six-year-old daughter ideas about a pet probably wasn’t the best idea. 

And then there was you. 

You were so pretty and so obviously good with Sarah you were practically temptation on legs. Invite you over and he’d be asking for trouble. 

But Sarah loved your dog. 

And Joel sure as hell wanted to see more of you.

“Want to come over for dinner?” Joel asked. “I’m just makin’ burgers but…” 

You smiled, wide and bright and beautiful. 

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I’d love that.” 

You came over that night and, in a way, you never really left. He watched you play with his daughter and your dog and put potato chips on your burger and find new music to add to his playlist once you heard what he liked to listen to, taking Sarah’s hands and dancing with her on the grass. It was the most fun Joel had had in years. 

It was a year and a half later, when you fainted at work. 

Joel was frantic when he got the call from your boss. You’d moved in just a few months earlier and Joel was almost waiting for something to go wrong. He’d never had anything go so right for so long in his entire life. Something going wrong was inevitable. 

It didn’t seem right that it should go wrong for you. 

“Joel,” you said, a wan smile on your face as you sat up in your hospital bed when he ran in. You looked so small and pale and he all but ran to you, sitting on the edge of your bed and taking your hand. “I’m fine, I’m OK, it’s OK.” 

“Shouldn’t I be comfortin’ you?” He asked, smiling just a little even though he was having a hard time focusing on anything but the monitors that were attached to you. 

“You look more upset than me right now,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze. “Really, babe, I’m fine. I just didn’t have enough to eat today and I got up too fast, that’s all.” 

That’s not all it was. 

It took them some time to figure out - and Joel pointing out that you seemed tired and lightheaded and your pulse felt strange below his fingers sometimes - but you had cardiomyopathy. 

He was with you when the doctor handed down the diagnosis and you frowned, your eyebrows knitting together. 

“What does that mean?” You asked. “It sounds serious….” 

“It is,” the doctor nodded. “It’s a disease of the heart muscle, it makes it harder for the blood to pump through the body. It can even lead to heart failure. The good news is, we have treatment options…” 

You sat there, eyes wide, clutching your purse on your lap. Joel took your hand and tried to take in every word the doctor said. He was going to do this with you. In you he’d found the one person he wanted to do everything with, the only person besides Sarah he wanted to see every day for the rest of his life. He might not understand what was wrong with you but he was going to figure it out. 

When the two of you got home that afternoon, you were still in a state of shock. Joel walked with you to the kitchen table and got you a glass of water, sliding it in front of you. You just stared at it, your eyes a little wide. 

“Honey,” Joel said, his voice calm. “It’s OK…” 

You shook your head a little and drank the water before you set the glass back down, putting your hands in your lap and meeting his gaze from across the table. 

“I understand that this was a lot more than you bargained for,” you said, your voice steady. “I don’t expect you to take care of me through all this, I can call my mom, I’m sure she would let me move in…” 

“Why are you talkin’ about movin’?” He frowned, cutting you off. 

“I mean, you heard the doctor,” you said. “There are surgeries and…” 

“So?” 

“Joel,” you shook your head and smiled a little. “You have a daughter and a demanding job and…” 

“And I love you,” he said. “Not gonna let you do this without me.” 

It was rough at the start. He went to all your appointments with you. The doctors decided surgery was the best route and Joel spent hours researching everything he could. It felt like he’d be able to do it himself by the time you went under the knife the first time. 

He didn’t think that made him any less anxious about it, though. 

It was at a follow up appointment that the two of you got more bad news. 

“Wait,” you said, cutting your doctor off. “I’m sorry, I just… You’re making it sound like I won’t be able to have children. Is… is that true?” 

“Unfortunately,” the doctor sighed heavily. “Yes, that’s true. There was just too much damage to the tissue and even with the work we’re doing, it wouldn’t be safe to put your body under the strain that pregnancy demands…” 

You held it together until the two of you were in the truck, the floodgates breaking the second the door was closed. Joel tugged you against him, stroking your hair, kissing your forehead. 

The two of you had talked about children, of course, but you were both undecided. You were both still young, you thought you had time to figure that out later. 

“I’m so sorry, Joel,” your voice was wet. “I know we didn’t know what we wanted yet but… I thought I’d still get to choose and not have something else choose for me. I understand if this changes…” 

“Marry me,” he said. 

You sat up from him and sniffed, wiping your eyes. 

“What?” 

“Marry me.” 

You just looked at him, frozen and blinking for a moment. 

“No,” you shook your head. “No, you don’t mean…” 

“Yes, I do,” he said. “Marry me.” 

“Joel…” 

“Only way I want more kids is if they’re your kids, Baby,” he said. “Whether they’re ones we made or ones we adopted, I wouldn’t care, as long as it’s with you. You not being able to have kids doesn’t make a damn difference to me, I love you. Marry me.” 

You smiled a little through your tears and leaned over to kiss him gently. 

“Let’s talk about that when we’re a little less emotional,” you said. 

He brought it up again that night. 

The two of you had gone to bed and Joel had fully intended to keep his hands to himself. You, however, had other ideas. 

You kissed him and moaned against his lips and he gave into you, pulling your nightie over your head and slipping your panties down your legs before slipping inside of your tight, wet heat with a satisfied groan. 

He worked your body, knowing you so well after almost two years together, pressing deep as you tightened around him, sucking your nipple into his mouth, stroking your clit as you got closer and closer to coming around him. 

“Let go for me,” he sucked at the vulnerable skin of your throat, pressing so deep inside you as he did. “Come for me, come all over me, give it all to me…” 

You obeyed, coming hard around him, your hand flying to his back to clutch him close as he worked you through your orgasm, too. 

After, he pulled you on top of him as he lay flat on his back, your soft body spread over his and you sighed contentedly. 

“Marry me,” he said again, brushing your hair back. 

You laughed and shook your head. 

“You really don’t have to…”

“I know,” he cut you off, reaching blindly into the top drawer of his bedside table. He fumbled blindly through it until he found the small, velvet box at the back. He pulled it out and pried the lid open with his nose before turning the box so you could see it. Your eyes went wide, a single diamond almost watching you from its place in the box. “Not just sayin’ it, Baby. Had this for a few weeks. Planned to take you somewhere special to ask once we had the chance but… seemed like this might be the right time.” 

“Joel,” you breathed, taking the box, your hand trembling. “This is… I…” 

“Marry me,” he said again. “Love you, more than anything. I want to do everything in life with you, the good stuff, the bad stuff, doesn’t matter. It all means more with you. Marry me.” 

“Yes,” you said quickly, looking from the box to his eyes, smiling broadly. “Yes yes yes yes yes!” 

Joel smiled. 

“Oh, is that a yes?” He teased a little. “Just wanted to make sure…” 

You rolled your eyes and laughed, burying your face in his chest. He just held you close as you looked back at him, stretching up his body to kiss him. 

“That’s a yes,” you whispered. 

“Good,” he said, taking the ring from the box and sliding it on your finger. “Because I love you. Love you so damn much.” 

“I love you, too,” you smiled against his lips as you kissed him. 

You got married just a few months later. 

“Mr. Miller?” The doctor came out from the operating room and he all but jumped up to meet him, his stomach in knots. It felt like he’d been sitting there for days, stuck in a state of limbo where he had no control. 

“That’s me,” Joel said quickly. “How’s she doin’? How’d it go?” 

“Everything went great, Mr. Miller,” the doctor smiled broadly and Joel relaxed a bit. “Your wife is doing very well, you can head back and see her in just a minute…” 

Joel nodded along as the doctor filled him in on everything and he did his best to pay attention. But it was hard. All he really cared about was getting back to see you. Everything else seemed like it could wait. 

After what felt like a small eternity - but could only have been a few minutes - Joel was led back to your room, where you were just coming out of the anesthesia, still groggy but you smiled at him all the same.

“Hey babe,” you smiled, reaching for him. 

He smiled back, taking your hand before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“Hey Baby,” he took your face in his hand. “How’s that heart of yours?” 

“All yours, Joel,” you smiled a little, settling back into your pillow. “All yours.”

[lanadeldixon]

Summertime Sadness (pt2)

Pairing: Daryl x fem reader

Wordcount: 2k

Summary: after Daryl joined the saviours you don’t get as much time together so when the opportunity arises for a little fun you know you have to take it…

Warnings: foreplay, mention of scars, public embarrassment

Authors note: This is for everyone who wanted part 2!! Also I haven’t been very well which means I haven’t been in the right mindset to proofread properly so I’m really sorry if at points it doesn’t make sense 😅 (btw to those who haven’t read part 1, you can read without having read it, but part 1 low-key slayed so as someone who is obviously completely unbiased, I recommend it.)

After everything that happened I didn’t see Daryl much anymore, he would disappear for weeks and only come back to take supplies however when we did run into eachother we tried to make the best of it.

Even if it meant just a slight touch of our hands or a lingering gaze from our separate stations. We did all we could to show one another we still belonged to eachother.

There was a day, around the end of august, I was stationed to guard the gate when I saw the trucks.

Our worst nightmare had come early, collection day, however part of me was exhilarated, the idea of seeing his face again ran laps in my mind.

A melodic whistle could be heard through the town and a sense of longing took over as I desperately searched for his face, but to my dismay I couldn’t spot him anywhere.

I climbed down the ladder, I’d normally never abandon my watch but I figured the saviours wouldn’t allow any walkers to come in and potentially harm Negan.

Besides we all had to gather up our stuff to contribute to the 50%.

“He’s here,” Rosita muttered under her breath, I could hear the despise in her voice as she spoke, I would’ve comforted her but the second the gate opened, all of my senses focused on searching for him.

My eyes darted around the group in front of us, looking for him although all I was met with was an almost knowing gaze from Negan, I still held out hope that he’d be there too…

As stressed as I felt, I made sure not to break our staring contest , “where is he” I wanted to say “what did you do?” but my mouth stayed shut.

“Dixon, bring him out,” his voice grew louder with each word and an even larger smile took over his face, fighting for power as he made sure to not be the one to break the eye contact.

I exhaled at the sound of his name, knowing he was alive was all that mattered to me…

Clanging sounds could be heard from the back of the front truck but still no Daryl in sight, worry began to fill me and it must’ve been evident on my face as Negan leaned in uncomfortably close to my ear before whispering, “don’t worry gorgeous, I don’t wanna make you cry again now do I? With a pretty face like yours, you should never be sad.” As he said it he lifted his finger to my chin so that ours faces were aligned.

My brows furrowed,

“Carl,” he exclaimed with excitement.

My head turned sharply confused as to why Carl was with them, as soon as my eyes landed on him I noticed who was stood by his side…

“Daryl,” I whispered a sad smile on my face.

He looked good, he was wearing his old clothes again and his crossbow was slung on his shoulder, the bruises on his face had faded almost completely, he finally looked like he was getting better.

Carl on the other hand looked sickening, his face was sullen and pale and his wound was on full display, that wasn’t the gross part though, the gross part was the look on his face, i didn’t know what he had witnessed but I knew it had changed him.

“Show some respect boys, you might just be looking at my next wife,” he had a sick look painted on his face as his eyes shifted to Daryl, clearly trying to gage his reaction, to test his loyalty and most importantly, piss him off.

Daryl looked at him, eyes hooded in anger, resentment painted his face and I could see the jealousy rise in him as he looked at Negan’s finger slowly tracing my jaw.

I stood straight, eyes pinned on Daryl.

God he looked good.

“What’s with all the negativity? Damn you look like you wanna bite my hand off,” he joked.

“Maybe if you keep up your winning streak, I’ll let you keep this one,” the same twisted smile reappeared, I felt as though he was stripping me with his eyes.

“Now I got some business to take care off, where’s Rick?”

“He’s not here right now,” I stated nonchalantly.

“So I came all this way for nothing?” Everyone was silent as he spoke “I guess I’ll just have to wait for him then, Carl will show me around, won’t ya? The rest of you start gathering,” he ordered.

I turned to Daryl straight away knowing he’d have a plan, he lifted his eyebrows and looked towards my house.

He walked in the opposite direction, pushing past me on the way, I of course went along with it, snarling before walking towards my house. Once I got to the doorstep I waited, the saviours were already in the process of raiding my house so I knew we’d have to find somewhere else, my eyes searched for him, until they finally stopped the door to our shed wide open, praying it was him I rushed towards it trying not to look suspicious but also desperate to get my hands on him.

As soon as I entered I was shoved to the door forcing it to close as I was pressed up against it.

“God I missed ya darlin’” Daryl’s face met mine with hunger, my teeth nibbled my bottom lip in anticipation.

“Are you gonna keep talking or are we going to get to it,” I smiled, fixated on his mouth as his tongue slicked across his lower lip.

He hummed lowly in an approving manner before smashing his lips into mine, he moved in rapid motions, desperate to taste me and I followed his lead, leaning in and out of it when he did, brushing my tongue against his teeth, doing all I could to be closer to him.

He moved to my neck, nipping at it, I knew it would leave marks but I didn’t care, all I cared about was that moment, being with him meant everything to me.

As I lifted off my shirt, I watched him struggle to shake off his waistcoat, “fuckin’ thing,” he muttered as I let out a small giggle.

Once he finally managed to get it off he practically ripped off his shirt and moved towards me once again, smiling widely.

He placed his hand on my jaw and gently stroked his fingers across my cheek for a second, just admiring me, taking it all in, being happy we could finally be together again, even if it was just for one night…

“Yur so beautiful,” he said eyes shifting to every point on my face as if creating a painting in his mind in order to never forget this moment, so that he’ll never forget me.

My hand entwined with his and I rested my head on his chest, “You’re so handsome,” I smiled.

Slowly he began to nibble at my ear, then my jaw, then my neck, then finally he stopped at my breasts, making sure to leave as many marks on them as possible.

My hands explored his frame as he did mine, and wordlessly we began our separate adventures.

His back was muscled and scarred, I could feel every mark on it, I felt like I was exploring a gallery, feeling a painting and grasping at what it means, seeing the pain and beauty behind it.

Then I moved my hands to his chest as his hand lowered, sliding down my stomach before stopping at my waistband, my breath hitched as he whispered, “ya ready? Imma make sure ya never forget yur mine,” he drew out his voice as he spoke and his fingers slid further down.

“Always,” I moaned into his ear whilst his fingers pushed hardly against my core before pulling away quickly and tracing around the line of my underwear.

I continued to kiss him, in a sloppier manner this time, terrified he’d disappear again…

“All this for me?” He questioned with a teasing smile as he wiped his hands over my thighs, feeling just how wet I was.

“Mhm,” I said quickly leaning forward, desperate to taste him again, “we got time,” he muttered but was abruptly cut off by my mouth on his once again where it belonged.

Grabbing onto my thighs he placed me against the ground, keeping his body between my legs. He then began to unbuckle my trousers and pull them off my ankles, throwing them dramatically across the room. After he struggled to tug off his own trousers, readying himself for what comes next…

I leaned away from the door until I was on top of him, I could feel him beneath me, poking into my core.

“I need ya right now,” he moaned in a hushed tone, his hands gripping my ass to keep me in place.

My hand reached into his boxers as his lips found their way to my neck yet again.

“Oh holy shit!”

My head shot up and I turned around abruptly.

“Well what do we have here?” He questioned, Rick stood behind him mouth open in shock at the display.

I quickly realised the position we were in, me on Daryl’s lap in nothing but my underwear and Daryl in his boxers gripping my ass. Not to mention the atrocious amount of hickeys that had quickly formed all over my upper half.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I exclaimed quickly grabbing whatever clothes I could reach to cover myself with. Daryl quickly began to reach for his clothes.

“Well this is certainly a sight, don’t mind me please continue if you want, no need to get dressed,” he smirked.

Daryl shot him daggers as he pulled up his jeans.

“Outside.” Negan managed to boom still in an upbeat manner.

“At least let her get dressed properly man,” Daryl tried to sympathise.

“I said outside.” Negan said more sternly this time, so off we went.

Unfortunately my hunt for my clothes in the dimly lit shed did not go as planned, so there I stood in nothing but my underwear with daryl’s vest thrown over the top.

Daryl, who was stood in nothing but a pair of jeans, methodically pulled me towards him and placed a hand over my backside, trying to cover everything he could.

We got a few wolf whistles, I’m assuming from saviours, and a couple of shocked looks from everyone else.

“Daryl my boy, you’ve been so good up till now, I mean I told you I wanted her as a wife and you went and fucked her anyway! Isn’t that insane!” He laughed, it was almost like watching a comedy sketch, seeing him turn to his audience waiting for validation.

“But this took some balls, quite literally, so since I am such a caring guy, I decided you can keep your little play thing, take her home with you… However you fuck up even once, she’s done and I don’t just mean out of the sanctuary, I mean she’s done for good.” My breath hitched at the certainty he spoke with during his final statement.

“So what’s it gonna be Dixon?” He asked sinisterly.

“She belongs here.” Daryl stated confidently.

I knew he was being kind but wanted nothing more than to just be with him.

“You don’t want her?”

Daryl was silent contemplating his next response.

“Fine, well don’t say I didn’t give you the choice, I can’t let a face like that go to waste now can I?”

I met Daryls gaze in shock, he turned pale as his eyes widened.

“Nah that weren’t the deal,” he exclaimed clearly in a panic.

“The deal was you want her or you don’t. I never said I wouldn’t take her if you didn’t.”

“That ain’t fair!”

“Nothings fair dixon, now you made your choice, move along”

“I want her, I changed my mind, I want to take her back,”

“You already made your decision,”

“NO! I WANT HER!” he screamed at him.

Negan stayed silent for a second, waiting for the magic words, and soon enough they arrived…

“I’LL DO ANYTHING!”

“Beg.”

“Wha’?” Daryl said as if he misheard.

“Beg.”

[kyojurismo]

★ — disposable .

character : sanemi shinazugawa

summary : accepting to sleep with a rich and spoiled college student, what could possibly go wrong?

tags : modern au, fem!reader, 1.8k words, slight smut, no happy ending, i made sanemi suffer *evil laugh*, reader is a rich spoiled college student btw ( for context ), sanemi is a couple of years older but no age specified so you’re free to choose, does it count as angst? there’s a part where some guy is trying to touch r w/o consent but nothing too bad, alright it doesn’t make much sense so don’t look at it too closely okay, barely proofread of course.

notes : first, i don’t know what this is. second, i wrote this bc i liked the idea of r being the one holding the knife y’know… the initial concept was amazing in my head, but when i finished writing it turned out differently lol. so as i said, do not look too closely and just enjoy reading about sanemi finding himself in such a situation. ALSO, i’m genuinely bad at summarising my works so ignore them bc most of the time they don’t make any sense lmao.

“she’s clearly using you,” tengen raised the cigarette to his lips, after some seconds he blew out the smoke through his nose. “yeah? i don’t really care though.”

sanemi stared down at his drink before gulping it down in one go. he grimaced at the burning in his throat before glancing at his friend. “jeez, have some self-respect, man!” obanai couldn’t believe his childhood friend was alright with that situation. not at all.

“the sex is fine, you know i don’t care about finding a long lasting relationship. so if she just wants to fuck, that’s fine with me.”

was it really fine though?

sanemi stared at your figure, as you grabbed your clothes from the floor and fixed your hair. “hey,” he called for you, making you sigh and turn to look at him. “hm?” you didn’t exactly looked annoyed but he could sense it. “wanna go out for, i don’t know… a date or some shit?” he asked, trying to sound casual about it. you raised your brows, surprised by the sudden desire to see you for something like that.

“oh um. nope?” you chuckled before biting your lips. “plus, i’m busy,” you added and grabbed your phone and keys from the nightstand. “i didn’t say tomorrow or anything. i meant in the future, like some day… i don’t know,” he shrugged and scratched his cheek slowly.

“listen ‘nemi. you have a very nice cock, and your voice is sexy and all… but that’s it, okay? i’m fine with what we do now, and i don’t want anything more,” you explained plain and simple, smiling at the end. “if you can’t keep up with that, we can stop. no grudges,” you added.

“no no, i was just looking for some company to drink because my friends are out of town. i’m fine with just sex,” he was quick to reassure you, offering a smirk.

he didn’t realised his heart skipped a beat when you said you could stop meeting.

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“god…” you sighed deeply and smiled, satisfied. sanemi pulled out and then collapsed beside you, taking a moment to come back to his senses. “you left a hand print,” you complained then, noticing it on your hips.

“not my fault you can’t handle me,” he spat, looking at the ceiling. you were surprised, since he never acted like that. he would always apologise and promise to be more gentle. “okay… i thought you came too, dickhead,” you said in return, offended by his behaviour.

“the fuck– you sure are a spoiled brat,” he glanced at you, noticing your annoyed expression. “yeah, i am. what about it? i thought you were fine with fucking someone like me,” you retorted before trying to sit up. “ha! not yet, darling. i still need to fully empty my balls,” he pulled you back down into the mattress and was on you again now.

you looked at him in surprise before moaning as his fingers moved to your center and started playing with your puffy clit, sanemi watched closely as you twitched under his muscular body. you weren’t really ready to leave.

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as time passed, sanemi grew frustrated with you. he knew you were spoiled and too self-centered, you only cared about yourself and did something only it said something could be beneficial for yourself. but he promised himself it would be fine, he would get the possibility to fuck you whenever he desired and watch your face go stupid while riding his cock.

what he didn’t planned was to somehow fall for you. you knew how to behave like a decent human being, you just preferred to keep going on your path. he thought he could change it, maybe you would fall for him too.

but the more it went on, the more he realised that things never go like we desire.

he sat quietly, sipping his drink, while looking at you dancing and have fun with some random guy. tengen rolled his eyes when he noticed you. “give me one valid reason for her to be here too,” he turned his head to sanemi. “i want to fuck later, it’s easier if we’re already together,” he muttered, making eye contact with you before you purposely leaned over to the guy next to you and started making out with him.

“there are plenty of spoiled brats, but you fell for the worst ever. i swear to god…” tengen’s words became unclear at some point, sanemi’s purple eyes watched how that guy started touching your back and hips, before going to squeeze your butt. you pulled away, trying to stop him.

sanemi was already walking towards you, taking a deep breath. you pushed the guy, yelling at him to leave, but of course he didn’t listen.

“go to hell,” sanemi spat with enough venom to make the guy freeze in place and grabbed your wrist, pulling you away with him. “my saviour!” you hugged his arm happily, giggling softly.

of course you were drunk.

“hi tennie!” you waved energetically at sanemi’s tall friend and he simply glanced at you, not really happy to see you. “my ‘nemi saved me!” you explained, hugging him tighter. “stop,” he tried to make you sit down in front of him, rolling his eyes. “lemme guess… now you’re on babysitting duty?” sanemi glared at tengen, making him understand he had to leave him alone.

“my ‘nemi, what a bullshit,��� he repeated under his breath before asking for another drink. you moved your head to the rhythm of the music, laughing a bit too loud to his liking. “stop, you’ll get a headache,” he warned you, feeling like he was talking with a child.

“you’re angry? why?!” you leaned closer to his face, making him flinch away. you changed completely after too many drinks, he hated it. he hated that a part of him found you adorable and wanted to protect you.

“i’m not, now sit down properly,” he sighed, before gulping down the third glass of the night.

“i wanna leave, can we leave please? the room is spinning,” you pleaded, grabbing his hand. “hm, alright,” he helped you down the stool and grabbed your hand. sanemi walked towards the table where his friends were sitting to say goodbye.

“drive safely!” mitsuri smiled at the two of you, always kind. “bye bye,” tengen waved his hand distractedly, focused on listening to something his girlfriend was saying. obanai nodded at him and then you two walked away, towards the exit of the club.

you were singing a bunch of different songs during the whole ride home, chuckling and trying to convince sanemi to do the same, without any results.

once sanemi reached your apartment, he accompanied you and helped you getting ready for bed. he took care of you. once again.

you sank into the bed and giggled, rambling about something. sanemi made sure to leave a glass of water on your nightstand, with some painkillers for tomorrow morning.

he stared at you for a couple of moments, deep in thought.

“i can’t keep up with all this,” he said then, even though he knew you couldn’t hear now, you just fell asleep after all. “somehow… for some reason, i love you. i’m fucked up in the head, i guess. but you’re not the right one for me, so i have to let you go,” he caressed your warm cheek gently, looking down at your peaceful expression. “even though i don’t want to… that’s what i have to do.”

tears formed into his eyes quickly as he leaned over and kissed your forehead, caressing your face one last time. he pulled back and glanced at you before finally turning around to exit your bedroom and your apartment. he wiped away the tears before entering his car and start the engine.

sanemi was ready to disappear from your life, and what hurt the most was that you seemed to be completely fine with that. after all, sanemi was the one always calling you and messaging you in the past year, so why would it change?

[cvupidwrites]

Emalee we need a fic like your recent innie one (I loved it btw 10/10) but y/n taking care of Hyunjin I’m begging it’d be so cute. Maybe when he has the stomach flu too and doesn’t wanna bother y/n cus she’s busy but she catches on and helps him?? 💓💓

omg yes this is such a cute idea 🥹! also thank you for the positive feedback, it means so much to me! if you have any more fic requests fill free to send them to me!

let me know..

sick!hyunjin x reader, implied relationship, pet names like baby, my boy, darling, lovely, MENTION OF VOMITING, CRYING, DEHYDRATION, & BULLYING/HATE

i placed my bag on the back of hyunjins chair and booted up my computer at the desk in his room. waiting for hyunjin would definitely take a while, so i decided to start a university essay iv been procrastinating on. as i sighed and started typing up a draft to base it off, hyunjin walked into the room.. 2 hours earlier than usual.

“well you’re quite early today.” i said softly as i stood up from my seat. “yeah- minho said we did good today so.. we uh, got done early, are you doing a essay?” he looked over my head at my open computer and empty doc. “i was going to start it while i waited for you but since you’re home early..it can wait another day.” he shook his head at me and looked at the bathroom, avoiding the eye contact i tried to make with him. i noticed his body tense up a little and he looked at me for about .1 of a second.

“im going to go shower, go work on your essay, okay? don’t wanna get behind do you, darling?” i shook my head as he turned to me again and gave me a smile. as he walked into the bathroom, i couldn’t help but notice him clutch his stomach just a tiny bit. i guessed that he might’ve been sore from dance practice so i shrugged it off. i sat back down at the chair and pulled my legs up to my chest as i stared at the wall, trying to think of how to start it. i heard the shower head squeak on and water started to poor.

i couldnt think, the only one thing that filled my head was the way hyunjin acted. was he getting hate from social media again? or maybe he was just tired. i turned my focus to the empty doc and watched the small line blink, then fade away. laying on my head on the keyboard out of defeat of my writers block, the keys pressed under the pressure and the letters and symbols appeared on the screen. I turned my head to the side to see a framed photo of me and hyunjin backstage during their maniac tour. He was holding his phone out as he kissed his cheek, eyes closed gently, as i winked, held his cheeks and looked at the camera.

a smile appeared at the sight of the familiar picture. i picked it up to look at it closer, han and minho were making faces at us in the background. then a lightbulb went off in my head. i knew what i was going to write about! i placed the picture back in its place and backspaced all the letters and symbols that had been accidentally pressed into the doc.

i started typing and typed faster than i thought i could. i was so emerged into the essay, i didn’t even notice Hyunjin walk out of the bathroom, change into sweats and a white tee, and crawl into bed. well, that was until about 2 to 3 hours later, my computer was 10% to dying. i sighed and saves the doc before closing the computer and plugging it in. i turned to see hyunjins sleeping figure, his legs bent at his knees and his hands rested under his cheek.

i was slightly confused but he looked so peaceful. he never fell asleep before me, he always made sure i went to sleep before him. i came to a conclusion that today was just hard for him, and he was really tired. I changed into some shorts and a baggy tee i stole from his a few days ago. it was one of his shirts that had been smothered in paint. i thought it looked beautiful, even it was just some splattered colored on a basic light grey tee. it was so beautiful to me, because of the fact that it was made by my boy, my hyunjin.

i slipped into the bed next to him, throwing my arms around his middle. he shivered in his sleep despite feeling hotter than usual. i looked at his face as it scrunched up in slight discomfort. i brought my hand up to his face to brush some hair out of his face, brushing his cheek and forehead in the process. both felt unusually hot. i frowned, thinking possibly hes sick.. but he would’ve told me? he always does. i sighed closing my eyes to fall asleep with him, id make sure to take care of him in the morning.

i woke up to feel hyunjin getting out of bed beside me. “jinnie?” i mumbled, seeing his figure turn in the dark. “im just going to the bathroom..” i sighed and pick up my phone from the bedside table. it was 2:42 am. “just go back to sleep, okay lovely? I’ll be back in a few minutes..” i sighed and laid back in the bed. as he went into the bathroom, i heard him cough a few times and then i thought i heard him.. vomit? “jinnie?”

i opened the door to see him sitting on the floor, hunched over the toilet. i didn’t say another word, i just walked up behind him and held his slightly long, black hair away from his face. the lingering feeling of his skin felt like fire against my fingertips. as i held his hair with one hand, i held his hand gently with the others. “im sorry” he coughed out. he got finished throwing up and laid his head against my chest. i felt a droplet fall onto my leg. i held his head in my hands to look him in the eyes

“why are you crying baby?” i asked as i brushed a tear off his cheek with my thumb. “im sorry i didnt tell you.. im sorry you have to take care of me. i-i know you have an essay to do and- i-“ i kissed his forehead and held him close to my chest again. “don’t apologize.. the essay can wait, ill take care of everythin. of you, my university work, everything.. but you’re my first priority, okay?” i hugged his shoulders as he nodded and sniffed softly. “why didn’t you tell me you were sick my boy?” “you looked so concentrated on your essay.. i didn’t want to make you loose your train of thought.”

i laughed softly. “you we’re my train of thought, i was writing an essay about the cons of being in love with someone.” “you wrote about me?” he whispered as he met his eyes with mine. “yes.. and id do it a thousand times more, i love you hyunjin.. let me take care of you?” “okay..i love you too yn.” i kissed the crown of his head a few times before laughing. “let’s get you into bed, yeah? ill get you some medicine and water.. i know your dehydrated.”

we stood up together and i brought him to bed, tucked him in and set up a desk fan on his night stand. “have i ever told you have good you are to me?” he laughed and held my hand. “all the time..” i respond with a smile. “ill get you some medicine and water, then we can go back to sleep, okay?” “what about your classes tomorrow?” he frowned. “don’t worry, ill work online. ill even work in bed with you if you want.” i brushed his hair back into a ponytail. “and ill talk to minho and chan tomorrow, you won’t have to worry, okay?” “thank you lovely..” “of course.”

i left the room and grabbed him a ice cold water and some medicine. when I came back he smiled at me, taking the medicine, and downing most of the water. “will you stay with me all night?” he asked as he pulled me into bed with him. “however long you want.” he smiled again and held me in his arms. “goodnight, my lovely girl.” “goodnight, my hyunjinnie.”

[marvelmaniac2000]

The Riddler - (Edward x Reader) 💚

Ch.3

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Summary: Edward can’t help seeing you struggle with your day to day life. Being a college girl is hard enough.  

Subject: SOMNOPHILIA/SMUT WARNING, storyline, Fluff, eventually will turn into smuts in between chapters, desperation, submissive kink, savior kink, Being pampered/babied kink, stalking, minor depression, mystery thriller? P in V content, slight choking,

Words: 1.7k

Characters: Edward Nashton x Reader (college fem! reader) 

MATURE 18+/MISSPELLING GRAMMAR APOLOGIES 

                                    (Side notes) 

 I want to drown in a sea of all things Edward Nashton and Paul Dano. I might write nonstop headcanons and other fics all week about this beautiful man. I’ll soon have more time, btw this chapter is consensual  <3 

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 Ch. 1 2 3 

“You sure Eddie? I’m being serious if this–”

    “I’m sure we’ll figure it out though” you pause for a second and study his expression.

“I-It’s fine, I think we are going to be ok..just don’t overthink it” he gave you a sly smile. 

You stood up from the stool and snaked your arms around his waist resting your chin on his shoulder. “Thank you” you whispered before pressing a kiss on his cheek. Eddie flushed with heat having you kiss him. “Y-you’re welcome” He wanted you to stay close to his arm, but that would have to wait a little while longer tonight. 

  “I think we should get going. I was supposed to lock up the door like thirty minutes ago” you rushed over to the corner of the store to retrieve your jacket. 

“Right, but I’m sure you have to be back here before you know it right? It seems kind of pointless to him, considering you practically are here pretty early in the morning.  

 “Yep. One last day, and I will be switching jobs soon” Eddie followed behind you toward the door as you switched off the lights for the night. 

  “Text me when you make it home” Eddie curled his fingers in his pockets locking his eyes with yours. 

   “I will..” you gave a sweet grin realizing this was a beginning of something relieving. Like a new feeling of something you couldn’t quite describe. Was it too soon to move in with him? You watch him walk off as you graze the key against your fingers inside your pocket. Maybe it’s just you overthinking once more like he said. There’s so much that you couldn’t wait to do, But one thing you knew for certain though, you made the right decision for the roommate that you did want to have. 

   You walked down toward the first block near the stop sign to wave down the closest taxi driver.

Man were you tired. As soon as you hopped into the car, you slouched your head against the window watching the city pass by. There were just a few more things you needed to get down at home, before heading to bed. But man you couldn’t wait to text Eddie more than anything else. All the plans and future freedoms you can have, and also the relief you have hopefully only going have on the expenses and all that other jazz. Once the taxi driver arrived at your stop, you paid him his money before making your way to your home. 

   The warmth of the hallway hugged you, rubbing off your worked shoes at the door. 

You greeted your mom and spent time with her to ask about her day and everything else going on in her own world. The amount of time left was growing grim as you glanced at the time on the wall at your home. 

 You wished her goodnight before walking up the stairs to finally go into your bedroom. 

“Shit” you cursed to yourself realizing you forgot to text Eddie that you made it home. 

You scramble for your phone and text him. 

You: “Hey! Sorry for the late response, but I made it home” 

you smile at your screen and curl up on your bed. 

Eddie: It’s Ok :) I’m glad you made it safely. Are you free this weekend to talk about plans?”

You: “Yea I took off this Saturday, we can talk tomorrow too, we have plenty of time” 

Eddie: “I know I just need to let my landlord know in advance about you. But don’t worry I’ll take care of it”

You:  “oh yea that’s right lol … but we should make sure you have enough space in your place too.” 

Eddie: “Don’t worry, remember? Just get some sleep, and I’ll see you tomorrow morning :) 

Gn”

You: Good night :) 

You smiled and stared at your phone for a while, looking at his messages. How could someone be so perfect? He could do everything you wanted. But as a roommate and something more?

Can’t be possible. It would just mess everything up in the long run. You never want anything to harm his precious feelings either. Eddie was such a sweetheart to you. There’s no other guy who made you feel the way you did. But it was important not to get caught up in the moment and focus on the end goal of this stage. You slowly made your way to your bathroom to take a quick shower. 

    Eddie watched from across the street of your home and noticed the yellow light of your bedroom on. After your late text he had to make sure you went to bed or otherwise he himself wouldn’t be able to sleep for the night. Oh the things he would do to you every minute and day he would see you. Kiss you goodnight and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. That was something he planned on doing as soon as you went to bed. He usually never was this bold with his advances, but this time he felt as though he knew more and felt closer to you. You were his..

He slowly creeped over to your bedroom window and watched you enter your room naked with a towel wrapped around just your hair. “Oh baby” he whispered, taking in your beautiful body. His dick hardens, noticing your curves and every inch of your body. His glasses fogged up with his mouth wide open dreaming of touching your skin and being between those thighs. 

  Going unnoticed he watch you rub lotion on your skin and carefully slip on some very cute pink underwear that hugged your ass just right. Eddie hand tucked into his pants stroking himself slowly as he seen you crawl into bed and shut off your lamp for the night.

    Eddie waited patiently for a good while before finding a way to break into your home. He sneakily made his way into your bedroom and quietly closed your bedroom door. You were peacefully asleep with just your hair fallen over your face. 

  “My love” he whispered into your hair and smelled it. He slowly peeled the covers back and glided his hands up your soft legs. His fingertips brushed over the inside of your thigh making you moan just a bit in your sleep.

  Eddie bent down to kiss your thigh and slowly parted your legs without waking you. He couldn’t help seeing how peaceful and cute you were. All of your body was his and no one else. So pure and soft. All he wanted to do was pleasure you and make you feel good. “My precious girl” he rubbed his hand against your cheek and softly ran his fingers between your folds in your panties. You softly moan and squirm in your sleep. “Shh” Eddie grew harder watching your face squirm. He smiled wondering what you dreamed of as he pleased you. “You’re so wet baby girl” his hand was leaned against your side to support himself as he slowly swirled your clit with your lubricated up wetness. Eddie pushed up your night gown to expose your sweet breasts. 

  He carefully pulled your panties down halfway to expose your flower. His fingers twirled your nipples in circular motions to harden them. 

   He smirked carefully, giving a soft squeeze. His mouth grazed around your nipple while silently sucking on it. He watch your sleepless expression as your chest rise up and down. 

Eddie slips his digits inside you to feel your wetness build up while you rest. Making you squirm a bit between your legs. Eddie slowly retracted his fingers before undoing his pants. 

   His harden dick dripped off pre cum ready to own your body. His breath heavily tried to slow down pace before aligning himself between your thighs. He felt shameful for doing his but he wanted to make sure you were taken care of. You felt so good to him. All of you were taking him in as he slowly enters inside you. You slowly awaken and startled by seeing him on top of you. 

 Before you could speak Eddie covered your mouth with his hand. 

  “Please don’t scream” he continued to pump into you harder. You wrapped your legs around his waist to signal to him that you liked him inside you. You pull his hand away and quietly breathe out. “Eddie go faster” you pull him in closer to feel his strokes deeper inside you. 

  Eddie silently moaned out your name as you begged him not to stop. “Look at me Eddie” you softly took his adorable cheeks into yours. You both were in the dark but you could barely see his face. You weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not but you felt hungry and lustful for him as he made you feel pleasure. “I’m all yours” you kiss his lips clinging on his shoulders. 

  “You promise? He pounded into you harder feeling you silently scream. His hand lightly gripped your neck. You notice a slight difference in his puppy eyes that makes you go crazy. 

“mhmm” you bit your bottom lip  toes curled feeling him slowly soften his strokes to torture you. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay” he kissed your cheek. “I promise I am now” you whispered. “Sorry I think I made a mess” he pulled himself out of you and noticed a pool of cum on the sheets. 

   “Oh man” you had so many questions in your mind, but you didn’t bother asking yet, the only concern you had was felt in the moment. Your face was flushed red from how sleepish you still were. You pulled his arm back before he could get up. “No just stay here, sleep next to me until early in the morning, we're going to see each other anyway right?” you grabbed a towel to cover the sheets and cuddle next to him. “How am I going to be able to leave?” Eddie still was surprised at how you weren't freaking out. “Just sneak out the window silly” you whispered before falling to sleep cuddled up in his arms. 

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[tineteenieworld3]

“Mike doesn’t say I love you because his parents don’t.”

I’m not going to be snooty about that because I do understand. Really I do. I do think there’s a tendency though for people to do all this work themselves or take plot lines we’ve seen and relate them to the wrong character.

Nancy and Mike are paralleled A LOT, but there’s a key difference between them and that’s the relation they have to their parents or even just the awareness they have towards their parents. We’ve talked about this a good amount on here, but it it never hurts to circle back (circle back HAHA back to business)

So I do understand where that thought process comes from cause it’s really easy to do that, but I think what people tend to forget is that Mike has never alluded to caring about his parents relationship at all. He’s never mentioned it or been shown to care. Which Nancy definitely has, but her issue with her parents is mostly not wanting their life in the living sense and not as much the love sense. At least that’s what I grasp from just watching. Mike and Nancy are very stubborn characters, but they love very deeply and they don’t use that word willy nilly.

I’m getting off track here, but what I’m saying is that people don’t pay attention to the real parallels Mike and Nancy have because those would point to something they don’t like, so instead they kind of make up another one to make things make sense to them in a comfortable way. Even though they’re going through a shit ton of loops to make a point.

Nancy doesn’t tell Steve she loves him when he asks her to because she doesn’t. It’s extremely simple and there’s nothing else to it. She just doesn’t and can’t lie when confronted. Mike doesn’t tell El he loves her when she asks him to because he doesn’t. It’s extremely simple and there’s nothing else to it. He couldn’t lie to her when confronted. He could gaslight tho, he did that with his whole ass chest.

ANYWAY To have the reason be that Mike couldn’t say it cause of his parents, that has to be a plot point or shown to us, we don’t get to just make stuff up that’s not directly in the show. We have to pay attention not only to the fact that Mike can’t say it, but also who he’s with and what’s happening outside of that plot line.

If Mike spent season 4 around his parents and we saw him struggling as he watched their relationship, yes it would make sense. But we need to zero down to just what’s happening in season four because that’s when the ‘I love you’ plot is taking place. Mike doesn’t see his parents almost throughout the whole season. So, there’s no reason the audience should be made to think his conflict with El has anything to do with his parents.

I asked for oceanfruit’s prove it post awhile back and now it’s coming to use, in that post she said something like, “a characters actions must line up with their words and a character can’t look at a screen and tell you they’re lying, so you have to use evidence given to figure that out” and that always stuck with me because it made things really click. Those aren’t the exact words btw lmao

It’s all very simple if you pay attention to the storytelling. Mike lied. Not because he doesn’t care about her or is evil or anything like that. Those things don’t matter because he’s not a real person and doesn’t have real thoughts. Taking all that crap away this becomes super easy.

He lied because his words actively contradict with his actions and earlier statements.

She also talked about in that post (I think correct if I’m wrong if anyone else has read it) that we’ve been shown time and time again that Mike doesn’t lie to Will. So with that information we can make a little inference that the info Mike is giving to Will is the truth, because we have no evidence to believe he’d lie to him.

With El, we’ve been shown how he does lie to her. So if the the conversation Mike has with Will contradicts with what he said to El, which one should we believe? Exactly kiddos. Exactly.

(A lot of this is taken from the Prove It post or just the ideas of that, so I’m not taking credit, I don’t have that post anymore but if anyone does you can tag it)

Maybe I’ll try and simplify it more.

Mike doesn’t lie to Will. That’s a big part of their relationship.

Mike lies to El, that’s been a big issue in their relationship.

Mike spoke to Will about his feelings towards El that don’t line up with the love confession he gave El.

Based on what I know about this story and these characters, I can make the educated guess that it is more likely that Mike lied to El about his feelings and not to Will. It’s all just a system when you take out personal feelings.

(Again, I am NOT taking credit for these thoughts or all the stuff I’m talking about)

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Pomefiore x reader AU |Discovery for the Queen

Okay so context is here but you don't need it if you don't want to

I felt like I didn't communicate this idea clearly enough so I change some things

Mostly Rook and Vil but I'll elaborate if you ask me Btw⚠️things get pretty dark⚠️

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“(Y/n)?! From highschool!!??” 

You turned to see the nicely aged Silk, a semi-popular kid you shared multiple classes with. You were surprised to see him in Pomefiore, nonetheless you let him hug you even with all the groceries you had. You had left your little cottage in order to gather ingredients for a family recipe. While excitingly sharing some tales with the visiting children you were overheard and asked to make it. And since you were watching the kids anyway you figured you might as well. 

“H-hi I’m surprised to see you out here. I always took you for someone who loved city life.”

“Yeah well things have been a little hectic lately…” 

He spoke of his typical sub-celebrity status coming under fire for some false claims about being racist. He continued to talk, not noticing or rather ignoring your uncomfortable darting eyes. You worriedly checked on the prespirating milk jug and you absent-mindedly nodded in hopes he’d wrap things up. 

“--and they just kept making a big deal over one word I said like five weeks ago. So judgemental.”

“Well that's great but I have to go. I bought some milk and I really need to get this in the fridge soo..”

“That's cool I’ll just follow you around then.”

“E-excuse me?” You missed the part where you invited him to do such a thing.

“Yeah I mean who better to show me around then my old buddy?!”

“But I have to-”

”Great, now let's go before that spoils.”

You rolled your eyes as he walked to his car, waiting for you to go to yours. As you drove you kept an eye on him in the rear view mirror internally cursing him when he turned when you did. Slamming your door as you dragged your groceries towards your cottage you grumbled as he moved as he fell in line with your steps all the while ranting about whatever. He only stopped when the sound of a car pulling into your driveway made him slow and you internally thank whoever it was that was being the perfect distraction.

“Bonjour mon chér! I noticed you struggling!” 

“Ah thanks Rook.” You let the sheriff take the remaining bags from your arms as you reached for your keys and let everyone in. Immediately you began putting the groceries away with Rook helping on the side. While leaving out some ingredients that you need to cook with he looked at Silk from the corner of his eye, opening his mouth to ask but was stopped by the man in question himself.”

“O. M. G. Rook? Like Rook Hunt, the former animal kid? Man, did everyone from school move here?” 

“W-wait what? He went to Night Raven too?!” 

You looked at the sheriff who was still smiling but his eyes looked annoyed as he nodded his head in greeting. 

“Well it's nice to see you too, monsieur peu profond, taking a vacation from your career?” 

“Finally,” he patted the sheriff’s back, “someone who knows who I am! I can’t tell you how many people I come across in this podunk small town–”

He droned on and on letting you look on at the occasionally nodding Rook. You were trying to recall where in school you might’ve seen someone that resembled the man you knew today. All you could think of was the…different blond kid that was often mocked and feared by everyone. But that couldn’t have been him because his hair was long and unruly; he was rumored to have ridiculous stats on people and he was notorious for his…creepy green eyes. 

Maybe he did actually go to your highschool.

You pushed the thought aside offering them some tea as you began prepping to make your soup. Perhaps the mayor could be of assistance, after all he did say that they met in highschool…

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“Whoa you can’t tell me this place is literally a part of this dump-town.”

You swallowed the urge to yell at him as you and Rook entered the mayor's office. The sheriff said he had to complete some business anyway so he came with, enduring Silk’s insults. You could tell that he felt the same way as his smile dropped and for a moment you were worried he was going to go full on hunter on this man but thankfully the mayor intervened. 

“Perhaps you meant to say rustic, potato.” 

In all his glory, was Vil Schoenheit walking into the lobby with his secretary and some other townsfolk exiting that room. You went to greet him raising your hand to wave but the following words were stopped once again by the oblivious Silk. 

“WHAT!? Is this where you’ve been hiding all these years!? The internet’s going to blow up with this-Hey!”

Before he could even press on the app Vil snapped his fingers and his secretary snatched the phone out of his hand. Stepping in between Silk who was reaching desperately for the device Rook continued to smile. 

“As the sheriff I’m going to ask that you refrain from recording our mayor. And on that note aren’t you supposed to be taking a break off of the internet.”

“Ugh fine..I guess.” 

You abandoned greeting your friend and instead tried to talk to him again only for Silk to once again interrupt. 

“So Vil-”

“SO LIKE How’ve you been? It's been ages since highschool and you’ve gotta be pounding some serious p-”

You were done. While he was distracted with Vil you silently dismissed yourself to your car, hurriedly trying to start your car. You blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. Why were you crying? Why were you being so sensitive? It's not like you weren’t used to being pushed aside…being ignored…You did a quick swipe at your eyes and took the car out of park and into reverse only to be stopped by Vil who just seemed to appear at the window. 

“You wanted to talk to me?”

“...I did but I’ll just text you later.”

Wordlessly the former model reached over you and put the car in park once again. Stopping to let his hand rest on your seat buckle effectively caging you to give you that look.

“..You’re giving me that look again…”

“Because I know you want to say something and as…your friend I don’t want you to suffer like that.” He seemed to choke on the words at somepoint but maintained the eye contact you dreaded. You tried to look deeper into his violet eyes and you found yourself relenting when you saw that commanding determination.

“D-did you know we went to the same highschool, Night Raven?”

He didn’t immediately answer, flickering to the building almost accussingly before dipping his head.

“I did..I assume the Silkworm said something.”

“H-he did,” something in you felt wrong confirming  but you pressed on. “Why didn’t you say something, unless you were mad I wouldn’t remember or something?”

Vil once again flickered his eyes to the building before laying it all out for you.

“I’m sure all caterpillars are embarrassed to be seen as the inching, ugly thing that they are. Until their final transformation to the glorious creature you see today. I needed some time to get there and I didn’t want to disgust you.” 

“Ah Vil, you could never.” You brought your hand to rest on top of Vil’s manicured own, looking into his eyes once more as he stared back with wide-eyes.”I would’ve loved you no matter what you were like. That's part of the beauty of knowing someone for so long, I can see more than anyone how far you’ve come. From learning your own mistakes and setting a different course for your life.” 

You exhaled, tired and proud that you were totally able to protagonist your way into your friend's heart who had begun to smile at you. He crossed his arms to lean himself on your open window, still smiling with what looked to be giddy. 

“Loving, huh?” 

“Sorry if that was cheesy, but I meant it.”

He chuckled and looked like he wanted to say something only to hear the slam of his mayor’s office door open. It was Silk, storming out with his hair in disarray and angrily clutching onto his phone. Spotting you he slotted himself in the same window Vil was just leaning into. 

“We have to go! These nut jobs are out of control and you know what, I’m done with this internet ban! I am going to record! I am going to post! I’ll need an internet connection…”

“W-well it was…great to see you again but I have to go” You tried to leave him hoping he’d finally go on his way.

“It’s cool I’ll see you back at the house.” “What?!”

“What?”

“Sacre bleu!” 

You, Vil, and Rook seemed to be on the same page about this man fighting it within you to not let out a frustrated scream. 

“Don’t you all look so surprised, I need an internet connection to do this.” He walked off going into his car skirting away before any of you could protest. A groan of silence fell over you three before Vil spoke.

“I think he should be invited to the town-hall meeting. Rook could you?”

“Already did, Roi du Poison. (Y/n) will you be willing I wouldn’t mind coming over to ‘surveil for vermin.’”

You got what he was trying to say and at this rate you would need him and the whole town to get Silk off your back.

“Thanks Rook, I’d appreciate it.”

Once again your precession left the mayor’s estate in hopes of getting to your house before Silk destroyed it. 

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“WHATS-UP GUYS HERE WITH ANOTHER VIDEO–” 

This had been going on for too long without a sign of stopping watching this grown man stomp around your house as he shared way too much of his life. You tried to keep your especially personal effects out of his way and even with Rook’s help you just couldn’t keep up.

So you just resigned to sitting at the counter wistfully sighing as you and Rook enjoyed some (f/d). You were just going to ignore him before feeling the tug of Silk's arm pulling you close to his chest in the light of the camera with words that made your heart sink.

“I know what you all have been saying. ‘Ah~he’s a racist.’ but think about it, how can I be when one of them is my friend. See? Say hello to everyone (Y/n)!”

You felt like throwing up. You shoved the man, ignoring his whines as he continued to perform for the camera. Running through your house you finally let go, allowing yourself to sob into the field that leads beyond your porch, where you felt truly released from the presence of the man’s proverbial stench. You let your frustration out with your own weak exterior that let this fool into your house. Cursing the part of you that couldn’t seem to remove him yourself. 

You failed to realize that Rook had come from within the house to hold you tightly from behind. When you felt his presence at your back and the comforting scent of pine you turned into his chest to cry. He held you tight as you sobbed into his uniform clutching onto him like he was your lifeline. Rook let himself lean into you, sending a glance at Silk who was still inside your house fussing about how bad the internet connection was. The only comfort he got from the image was the fact that the town meeting was today and that Silk happily accepted the invitation. 

Holding onto you even as you began to doze off, you sleepily asked Rook to stay longer and on any other day he would have happily agreed but, “There’s a town meeting, I have to mon chéri.” 

When you protest, hazy and not fully aware he lovingly gives a peck to your unattended forehead.  

“Don’t fret, I'll see you soon. Sleep, so you’ll have enough energy when the children come.” With such little coaxing you were dozing away for your late evening nap completely unaware as the sheriff’s whole visage of soothing became one of malice as he stalked to the living room where Silk was still complaining about Wifi. 

“Finally, so are we going to this party or not?” 

Silk spoke so nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just made his darling cry themselves to sleep. Slapping on an artificial smile, Rook Hunt directed him to his car insisting he let Silk relax as he chauffeured the brat, the former classmate of his to the town hall. 

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“Alright and where does this puzzle piece go?”

Finally the children were here, happily entertaining themselves all around your house having ate your family dish and preparing to head to bed. Despite outnumbering you twelve to one they were all quite well behaved but there was a hint of disorganization seeing as someone was missing.

“Oh Miss/Mister (Y/n), I miss Humphrey…I know it's his first town meeting but I just miss him.”

“Awww me too, (Y/n)!” 

“Yeah, I miss him too.”

Suddenly everyone was overcome with a bout of sadness and you were only able to calm one. So you chose itty-bitty baby Rew rocking her as she scrunched up her face in preparation to ball. Soothing her amidst the noise you missed the previous action of one of the children climbing up on the mahogony coffee table to regain order. 

“Then let's go see him, right now!” 

The cheers and stampeding feet out your door had you running right after them as they quite easily navigated themselves to town hall. What did you expect? They had lived here all their lives mastering the ins and outs of this place better than you of course still having moved here just a short while ago. So you only expected to be scolded when they ran to the basement of the building flinging it open and running in. What you weren’t ready for was the grandiose structure beneath this building. That acted as a nosebleed section for the ones committing to something you would imagine to be revealed in books you’ve read long ago. 

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“T-this is quite the weird p-party Rook…D-did y-you f-forget to bring a robe for me?” 

“Nope, it's all part of the routine! No worries you won’t be cold much longer, monsieur peu profond.” 

Silk was naked, told to strip for what he assumed to be easier access among a crowd of people from the town doing exactly the same. He expected this to be a frenzy of some kind, an all out fest since everyone in the town seemed to be a swinger. But no one reached for him instead moving around him as they each went to mannequins of their matching size with robes on them. 

Now everyone had a robe except for him, suddenly bashful he went to cover himself while listening to Rook guide him through this dungeon-like area. 

Perhaps this was a bit of foreplay? He had a growing discomfort in his chest as he felt the need to hide his phone. He couldn’t hide it well but it didn’t seem like anyone noticed as he crossed his arms and held the object to his torso. 

Arriving in an elaborate room decorated in indigo tapestries with a crown-like emblem with a golden finish. He couldn’t help but gasp in awe at the regal-feel the space had. Not to mention on a throne sat Vil Schoenheit dressed in a similar robe with more golden accents and with his hood pulled down. There was someone next to him, a shorter girl with light hair and big blue eyes. He swooned a little but shook it off to maintain his composure

He had to capture it. 

Pulling out his phone to snap a picture or two. Everything that he, for whatever reason, feared went down. The first picture flash and sound went off but it illuminated the balconied seats that were empty but there. The second picture directed at the glitzed out duo on a stand had its subjects and everyone around them glaring. Wordlessly his phone was snatched away by a short cloaked person who defected from the group to hand it to the pretty girl beside Vil. Silk felt the pull of other cloaked persons hold him back, dragging him away from his phone that was being inspected in the gloved hands of this seemingly bored girl. 

Finally being let go he was launched into an ashy stage that immediately covered his knees, feet, and hands in disgusting soot. Standing up to avoid touching anymore of it he stood up to see some device being hooked up to his phone before watching its illuminated screen light up in the face of this girl, who grimaced as the videos loudly played. Everything he had said just hours before was being replayed for everyone and as Silk stood there in the nude he thought that perhaps he might have annoyed some if not all the people there. Different cloaked figures were gasping, sneering, and cursing at the content on his phone. Especially the girl, Vil, and Rook who were respectfully glaring at the video, glaring at his podium, and glaring at Silk with an unforgiving scowl. 

“Alright, for once I’m not stalling this ceremony let's begin.” The girl–boy? spoke with disgust as he finally looked at Silk

“I agree.” The former model’s tone was certain and commanding, as he simply nodded his head for the cloaked figures to begin pulling things from a storage bin nearby. Dawning shiny elbow-reaching gloves the locals began pulling out their tools of choice.

Whips?! Paddles?!

Chains?!

So maybe a little BDSM?!

No, that wasn’t it. 

Swords?!

Fire pokers, being heated up?!

Bats!?

One fellow had a bucket that he dipped a cloth in it no sooner dissolved with a fizzle and thats when he tried screaming. 

“Ugh this one’s so unruly.” 

“Yeah hey Sister ya brought a needle with ya didn’t ya?”

“Actually crochet pins.”

“That’ll work.” 

A lot of them held him in the soot while this ‘sister’ forced his mouth shut before stabbing them into his lips effectively pinning it close and forcing Silk to swallow his screams and his own blood as Rook went to speak. 

“Gather around the Plumes of Pomefiore and gaze upon the wicked waste of the clueless others. An outsider, corrupted without the blessing of your queen.”

“Burn ‘m!”

“Tear him apart!”

“Peel his skin off!” 

Vil stood tall on his podium before booming out once more. 

“Silence!” 

They listened, bowing their heads for the speech to continue.

“As is tradition, anyone your queen refuses to accept, you have every right to exterminate them but remember this! The power of their life force must be given to your queen dedicated and devoted to your practice for this to be true! Will you do this?”

The echoed chambers roared with a resounding cry of ”Yes.” As the final chant was made by Rook, Vil, and Epel who somehow incited the kindling of a purple flame to erupt on the mini stage that Silk was writhing. Immediately he tore his mouth from the pins and had begun to screech as he felt his soul and body being drained away.  

Standing he went to run off the stage only for him to be sliced at by an elongated blade. Chanting on their own with every attempt to leave the stage he was slapped, whipped, sliced to let his flesh melt within the purple flames. This cycle continued for the better half of an hour where every new attempt to leave the heated pain was met with a cloaked one’s weapon. Finally the screeching human shape began to thin and buckle, crumpling into a mishapened heap onto the stage. 

The fire eventually wisped away and the people cheered as a stone being held by Vil glowed an array of colors to a halfway point before once again fading to its original color. The three on the stand took note that it was only a matter of time before they could properly harness the power of the queen, smiling to themselves when they thought of the vessel that was going to inherit the power alongside them. Their thoughts were interrupted by the silence of the crowd and the faraway children that were cheering their parents and families from above. The cloaked group below waved and hollered in tandem with their children who were steadily making their way down a flight of steps. The atmosphere was joyful even as they gathered once more to allow the shortest cloaked one pour the acid over the mishapen corpse. Cheering and praising they missed your horrified face flash in the darkness of the upper level before handing off a bundle and running away.

Before Vil could say anything Rook was in pursuit, easily snatching your trembling form as you tried to run away. Noting that the townspeople would be exiting soon he continued to hold you, completely unphased as he sat you within his car. Laying you in the backseat before climbing on top of you holding down your arms with one of his hands while the other held your mouth closed. 

“Oh ma lumière, hush hush! I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” He realeased his hand resting it on your cheek as you cried hysterically

“NO!Agh! No you all just sat there and-Oh my gosh-he’s dead!” 

His eyes glinted joyfully in the moonlight as he watched you once again become so exasperated and exhausted with stress you had fallen limp no longer fighting him. You let him cradle you as he kissed you along your cheeks, your lips, your eyes, your neck. It escalated to licking then, sucking, to full on marking all along your neck and chest leaving you out of breath to question:

“-wh-uy?”

He chuckled, continuing his unraveling of your garments as he spoke smoothly between his ministrations. 

“It's for our future mon amour, for you to finally be a part of Roi du Poison’s plan.”

You had begun to cry again, moving your arms out from under Rook to wipe your tears away “T-to k-kill all your-your outsiders?”

“Non non to rule the world.” He spoke so plainly and so happily. It caught you off guard. 

“Wh-what?!” 

“Rook you couldn’t even change out of your townmeeting garbs before you ran off!” 

“Désolé Roi du Posion, they were just so distraught. I felt compelled to attend to notre reine!” 

The mayor sighed, flipping his hair out of the way before leaning over you to whisper deeply into Rook’s ear. Emerald eyes were on you as he smiled wider, if that was possible. 

With a blush and a metaphorical tail wagging he removed himself from you, cordially handing his keys to Vil before darting back into the town hall. Vil watched him run off with a smile on his face before turning back to you, looking disheveled and confused. 

“Wh-what did you say?”

“That we’d meet him at home,” reaching into the glove box before pulling out a needle filled with a mysterious indigo liquid. 

“And that we’d be ready.” Holding your jaw he shoved the end of this needle to the back of your throat pushing in this liquid. And as you coughed and tried to spit it back up he held you down by your jaw, waiting until your movements became less focused. He waited until your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head to kiss your lips gently before standing up to go and drive. 

“Oh darling, we have so much to talk about.”