#like yeah there may be some ‘woah i’m not used to this’ feelings

[mars-ipan]

my mom keeps describing the steroid weight gain i’m probably going to experience as “swelling” and it is like. mildly unnerving me

[joeybsversion]

Stress

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe and reader plan their wedding together

“I feel like I’m losing my damn mind.” You huff as Joe walks into the room, a protein shake in his hand.

“What’s wrong baby?” He takes a seat at the table next to you, turning your laptop screen towards him.

You place your head in your hands and take a deep breath, “Wedding stuff.”

He turns the screen back towards you, “Let’s take a break.”

“Joe.” You sigh. “We can’t. There’s only 5 Sundays between now and the wedding… and you have games on 4 of them.”

“But that means we should still have one Sunday, right?”

“Wishful thinking,” you tease. “You play Monday night in Arrowhead which means you’ll be out of town.”

“Damn it.” He shakes his head, trying to come up with another solution. “What are you the most stressed about right now?” He questions, taking a sip of his shake.

“All of it. I mean we need to figure out music. And what if people don’t like the venue? What if the bar runs out of drinks? How long do we want the ceremony to be? How many appetizers should we serve during cocktail hour? And are we having an after party? What if we have too many people and not enough space on the dance floor? Is grandma gonna like the dessert? And -“

Joe cuts you off “woah, woah, woah. You can’t be worried about all the ‘what-if’s’ and pleasing everyone.”

“But I am.” You feel tears build pressure behind your eyes.

“This day is about us. Not pleasing everyone else.”

“Joe. This isn’t just an ordinary wedding, we’re entertaining hundreds of -“

“I know. I understand what you’re saying. But if we sit here and think about what can go wrong, we won’t have time to plan the things that will go right.” He pulls the computer over in front of himself. “What is the thing you’re the most stressed about?”

“Joey.” You laugh. “I’m stressed about stress before there’s even stress to stress about.”

The tall handsome quarterback erupts into laughter and shakes his head. “Let’s start from the beginning. Didn’t you say something about music?”

“Yeah. We need to make a ‘don’t play’ and ‘please play’ list for the DJ.”

“That’s a good starting point!” He reassures you. “What’s on our ‘please play’ side?”

“What gets everyone up and moving?”

“I’m not overly picky.” He shrugs, “we listen to some oldies at practice and warmups.” He adds a few of the teams favorite songs to the spreadsheet in front of him. “You pick the rest.”

“Joey.” You giggle, “You only added 2 songs.”

“I want you to pick.”

“You always make me pick the music.” You wine.

“I do.”

“Why?”

He smiles. “You get so excited when you pick it and a song you love comes on. Your body starts swaying and you get a huge smile.”

You giggle to yourself. He’s not wrong. “What if people don’t like my music?”

“Baby. You have to stop worrying about pleasing everyone.”

“I know but -“

He takes your hand. “I know this is stressful, and you want it to be perfect for everyone, but let’s have fun with it. Think about it, we get to spend a whole day together, with all of our friends and family, and it ends with a fun trip to Hawaii. 7 beautiful days under the sun. The wedding will be perfect, but I know we’ll love the honeymoon more. Just us. No crowds. No one to greet or please.”

“You’re right.” You smile at him.

He closes the laptop.

“Joe, we-“

“Shhhh.” He puts a finger to your lips. “I actually just thought of one thing we can work on.”

“What’s that?” You sigh, peeling yourself away from the laptop.

“The kiss.” He smirks. “We should practice.”

“We should.” You agree, pretending as if you guys hadn’t shared thousands of kisses before.

“Kissing?” He questions.

“Kissing.” You confirm.

“I’m a whole 8 inches taller than you. There’s a lot that could go wrong.” He teases.

“You stand here,” you position him, “and I’ll be right across from you over here.” You stand in your spot.

He takes both of your hands in his. “They’ll say something like, ‘I now pronounce you Mr. And Mrs. Burrow. You may now kiss the bride!” He announces, chin high and proud before leaning down to envelope you in a passionate kiss.

You giggle, pulling away, a huge smile on both of your faces.

“How did that go? Can we mark it off our list, Mrs. Burrow?” He laughs.

“I’m not Mrs. Burrow yet.” You remind him. “There’s still time for me to live out my runaway bride dreams.” You smirk.

“Not funny.”

“What?” You giggle, slowing backing away. “I’ve always loved a good chase!” You take off, running laps around the kitchen island and through the house until Joe finally catches you, tackling you on the couch.

Eye to eye, nose to nose, the room was filled with tension and stress from wedding planning which quickly melted away as your lips met again for a breathless kiss.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Joey.”

[destinyisastar]

Memories of You

Summary: Charlie wants to try an exercise that allows sinners to visit their memories to find a memory or person that makes them remember a time that they were good. Who better to test this out than their Hotelier!

Alastor x Teen Daughter Reader PLATONIC

Genre: Angst

More info: (This is just something I made up about the power to travel through memories so it's not canon so don't really take that seriously!) I imagine the daughter to be an artist in this story also fyi reader in this story has a crush on a boy so take that as you will! Also, in some parts Alastor will be called Past Alastor.

Trigger Warnings: death, mentions of assault

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“Must you use me as an example in your exercise?” Alastor asked whose grin is seemingly stretched even more so than regular, “May I remind you that I am not your guest here!”

“Aw, what’s the matter bambi? Too scared of a simple little exercise?” Teased Lucifer.

“You stay out of this! Why are you even here? You are no longer needed!” Alastor faces Lucifer with a grin so large his face may as well bleed.

“I’m here for Charlie of course! You’re the one that isn’t needed!” Lucifer raises his staff wanting to hit Alastor on his head.

 “O-Okay!!” Charlie gets between her father and Alastor, “Look Alastor, I know you aren’t a guest, but I feel like they need an example of the past, just a moment, a simple glimpse of what a happy time was like for you!”

“I have my doubts about happy times in his life!” Lucifer laughs.

“Uh yeah, I don’t think we should look for “happy moments” with Mr. Freak Face” Angel Dust comments, “I have plenty of happy moments to go around…. You can be one of em too eheh!” He wiggles his eyebrows at Husk, but the bartender huffs and turns around folding his arms.

“No! Just, maybe if they see it from you, they wouldn’t be as scared to see what happy moments were for them. And maybe if they see what a happy moment was for you, they may want to see those memories for themselves, so they can remember a time where they were happy, a time where life was good for them! It doesn’t even have to be a memory it could just be a person you cared for!” Charlie excitedly tells Alastor.

Alastor huffs, “Fine… but only for a moment.” He turns to look downward to Lucifer, “I don’t want you,” He points his staff to Lucifer, “snooping around, or anyone for that matter in my memories. What was in the past stays in the past!” Alastor laughs.

“Alright! Dad if you will please!” Charlie smiles.

Lucifer nudges Alastor’s arm with his pointer finger.

“What are you doing?” Alastor sneers at the king of hell.

“This is how its going to work freak face, I’ll simply tap a part of you to make way into your memories, I don’t like it either but deal with it.”

Alastor huffs when a black portal appears before them. Its dark emptiness makes the guest shiver from the low blows of the wind.

“The hell is that?! Is that his soul or something?” Angel Dust asks.

“No, its more like a teleporter of sorts, right dad?”

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

“Can we hurry this up? I would rather we get this done quick!” Alastor walks towards the portal.

“Oh, it should be done quick since there shouldn’t be many people you cared for anyways or any happy moments for that matter!” Lucifer laughs once again walking to the portal with Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust. Husk and Nifty stayed behind to take care of the Hotel.

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Through the portal there stands a man near a stove, stirring a spoon in a pot.

“Woah, who’s this hunk?” Angel says with a flirty tone.

Alastor huffs and turns to look towards the stairs of the room they appear to be in.

“Nuh uh, no way that’s you Al!” Angel laughs.

“HA I was right, look at you all alone! This is your happy memory?!” Lucifer lets out a hearty laugh.

Alastor grits his teeth together.

“Dad stop that!” Charlie tells him while Vaggie rubs her arm.

“We should just get going all ready, there really wasn’t anyone that you car-“

“Papa!” A yell is heard from above. “Papa, have you seen my English book?” A girl comes down the stairs wearing a painter’s smock.

The man, or Past Alastor, looks towards the girl, “No I don’t believe I have cher! Have you checked your room?”

“Yes, Papa I have, but I can’t seem to find it!” The girl throws her arms up in the air, “What am I going to do!?” she cries out.

“Now, now… how about you go and get ready for the day… maybe you’ll find it once you clean yourself up.”

“But I am cleaned up!”

Past Alastor raises his eyebrow, “Is that so? Then why are you still wearing your smock darling? Hmm?”

The girl looks down, “Oh darn! I forgot I had it on!” she runs back up the stairs.

“No running in the house!” Past Alastor yells out and he resumes his stirring.

Alastor continues to look towards the stairs.

“Uh…who was that? asked Angel.

Alastor holds his staff tighter.

Charlie pauses for a moment, “Was that your daughter Al?”

It’s silent for a minute, maybe two... all that can be heard is the movements from above as the girl rummages through her items.

“Yes…that’s my daughter.”

Lucifer looks to Alastor, giving a bit of shocked look, but all the deer man is doing is waiting for the girl to return down the stairs.

“I didn’t know you had a daughter.” Vaggie says out loud.

Alastor hums, “Well, there are plenty of things you don’t know about me, and I would rather keep it that way.”

The girl returns down the steps with a new outfit and makes her way to Past Alastor with a slight pep in her step.

“Papa did you hear!? Did you hear about the new museum they’re opening?!”

Past Alastor seems to think for a moment, “Hmm... can’t say that I have! Do tell me more!”

“Oh, Papa you must know something! You are the most influential radio host of all New Orleans, you must know something!”

The girl moves around Past Alastor, “I’ll tell you anyways! The museum is said to open on Friday! Oh, Papa I really want to go!”

“Ah, but you have school don’t you darling?”

“Ugh, yes Papa I do but I was wondering… can you get some tickets please!!” The girl smiles sweetly at him.

“Why should I do that?” Past Alastor grins.

“Well, maybe because I’ve been doing sooooo well in school and I am your favorite daughter!”

“You,” Past Alastor pats the girls head, “are my only daughter.”

“Exactly Papa! All the more reason to buy some tickets!”

“We’ll see…”

“Please, please, please, please think about it! I would really, really like to go!” The girl begs with her hands clasp together.

Past Alastor looks at the girl and rubs a hand on her cheek, “Darling you still have paint on your face.”

The girl touches her cheek, “Ah I thought I washed everything off!”

Past Alastor grabs a small towel, wets it from the sink and rubs the girl’s cheek. “What have I told you about painting before a school day?”

“To clean myself up….”

“And?”

“To wait after school…”

“How right you are darling! Now take a seat!”

“Ah! I’m sorry Papa I can’t eat breakfast with you today, I’m meeting Amelia and Stephen at the diner!

“Why don’t I remember you telling me this?” Past Alastor raises a brow.

“Oh, but I did! I know I did!”

Past Alastor pauses for a moment, “Perhaps… I did forget.”

“See, I knew I told you!”

“Yes, yes darling you were correct…. Who else will be there?”

“J-just them Pa!”

“Just Amelia and Stephen hmmm? I don’t quite believe that.”

The girl rocks herself on her feet for a minute, “Well, Damain will also be there, but Amelia and Stephen are going to be there as well!” The girl says the former quite fast.

“I don’t like that boy, you know that already...”

“He’s not bad Papa! He treats me kindly!”

Past Alastor places the spoon in the sink, “That boy broke my favorite shotgun.”

“But did he not replace it? And you love that new gun don’t you Pa!” The girl and Past Alastor look towards the mantle behind the crew of demons.

“They ain’t looking at us, right?” Whispered Angel.

“No, they can’t see us.” Said Charlie.

“I suppose I do.” Past Alastor grins smiles, “Very well, you may go with your friends and that boy to the diner… Will you be staying at Amelia’s house today?”

The girl grins, “Nope not today, Papa, I’ll be tutoring Mrs. Austin’s little boy, Richie, for English… that’s why I was looking for my book.” The girl walks past the demons towards the table by the living area. “And here it is, I knew it was somewhere downstairs!”

As the girl walks past the crew once more, Alastor sticks his hand out grabbing the ends of the girl’s hair as she walks away, towards her Papa, and lets the ends fall through his fingers.

“I should be back before nine, it shouldn’t be too late... he’s getting better at writing sentences!”

“That sounds good my dear, I should be back right at nine fifteen…it all depends on how the days go on!”

The girl grabs the rest of her books by the kitchen table and walks to the front door. “Alright Papa, I should be going now, I don’t want to keep Amelia waiting, last time I took too long, she ate all my eggs!” She says with a bright smile.

Past Alastor smiles at her, “I hope you have a good day my dear,” He walks to the girl placing his hands on her hair, sliding down her cheeks giving them a squish, “Ị̷̛̛̥̑̇̈̊ ̵̩̠̱͓̝̿̾͑̇̒͐l̵̢̨̛̦̰͙̟̗͑̃̍̿͌o̶̧̠̱̘̲͕͂̿̉͒̓̉͜͠v̸͔̤̯̌̍̓́͛ȩ̵̧̦̮͇̟́̿͠ͅ ̸̢̳͕͔̤͇̽̄̈̏̎̃͝ý̵̞̠͠o̵̼̦͆̆̈́̆̈́̃̕ȕ̶̢̺͊͝ ̶̨̨͚̟̻̥͐̄̽̀̉͝ “

“Wait! What did he say… it sounded all static like?” Angel asked.

“Ah! Pa! You’re going to mess up my hair!!” The girl quickly fixes her hair, she smiles once more at her Papa, “Ì̵͔̪̉̒ ̸̱̭̟̮̏͝l̴̯͚͌̈́o̸̢͚͔̥̪̅̃͗͊̇v̸̺̣̙̙̇ḛ̴̭̭͎̲̺̔ ̴̯̄́̐̌̇̆͝ỷ̸̯̩̞̦̲͕̼ỏ̶͇̃͆̊ṳ̴̓̌̈͝ ̵̫͈͌͒͋̔͘͠t̸͇̳̍͑̃͊̚ò̶̡̖̯̄̑̑ơ̴̒̂͐̆̒͜!!” She grabs the knob and heads out the door, “Bye Papa!!” As she walks away, Past Alastor calls out to her.

“Don’t stay out too late, ask for a ride home if you must!”

“Don’t worry Papa I’ll be safe!”

As the crew of demons stay behind Past Alastor, they see the girl walk into the light, a sort of blank area with nothing surrounding her.

Alastor moves past them.

“Hey! What are you doing!” yells Lucifer. “You can’t follow her! These are your memories not hers!!”

Alastor stands still watching his daughter walk farther and farther from him. He looks down at the ground for a moment, his right hand holding his staff harder than before.

If the crew could look into the Radio Demon’s eyes they would see a look of longing in them.

Charlie walks to Alastor, “Maybe… maybe you can see her again… she said she’s coming back early, right? Let’s see if your memory can go farther back where you get home to see her!”

Alastor stays silent as Charlie calls for her father. Lucifer notes the sadden look in Alastor’s eyes as he nudges him, and the black portal appears again.

“I wouldn’t bother...” Alastor says, the static in his voice dropped as the crew walks through the darkness.

“She dies today...”

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Past Alastor makes his way home, the sun had already set meaning his daughter should already be getting ready for bed. He has a smile on his face as he walks the path home, heading to the door holding the tickets in his hand. He had already bought the tickets before Y/n had he even told him about it. It was a surprise.

The crew is once again at the home of Alastor but this time they’re out in the front watching as Past Alastor unlocks the door.

“The porch light isn’t on.” Vaggie states.

Alastor stays quiet.

They hear Past Alastor calling out “Y/n”. They hear the running around of a man opening and closing doors.

Its nine thirty.

Dread fills Past Alastor. You should be home by now. He feels himself panic as he grabs the shotgun on top of the mantle and runs out the door.

Alastor is the first to follow his past self.

“Why is he running?” asked Angel Dust.

Charlie follows behind Alastor as Vaggie holds her hand.

Lucifer is awfully quiet.

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Past Alastor runs to a house, banging on the door.

“I’m at the door please stop hitting it!” yells a woman from inside.

The woman opens the door and is welcomed to a disheveled man, “Mr. Hartfelt? What on earth are you doing here?!”

“I’m sorry to bother you so late Mrs. Austin… my daughter isn’t home yet… is she still here?” His breathe is uneven.

“No, she left a while ago…” Her face falls, “I’ll get my husband!” She cries out her husband’s name, but Alastor has already left to another house.

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“Who is it!!? Stop that banging!!” yells a man that opens the door. “Alastor? What are you doing here?!”

Past Alastor breathes heavily, “Is…is my daughter here?”

The man looks at him for a moment before he calls out, “Amelia!! Is Y/n up there with you?!!”

Amelia comes down the stairs, “No, Pa, she said she was tutoring Richie today... Why is something wrong?”

Past Alastor runs from their house and makes his way to the last house. Amelia’s father follows close behind him as he tells his daughter to stay with her mother while grabbing his own gun.

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“ALRIGHT! What is it!?” Another man of the same height as Alastor opens the door, he too holds a gun in his hand.

“I know my daughter has taken quite a liking to your boy… is she here?”

“DAMAIN! Did you bring that girl over?!” The man yells out.

Damain walks over to him, “Y/n? No! I didn’t bring her over she said she was tutoring today! Why? What’s wrong? Is she okay? Is she hurt?” Damain begins his assault of questions.

Past Alastor runs his hands through his hair, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he goes.

“Tell the others to get up! Get the dogs!” The man tells Damain as he runs off to do just that. “Listen Al, we’ll find her.” He tells Past Alastor sternly.

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Damain’s father had made a few calls and got more men to gather up and search.

The crew watches as a group of men search through the town, some in the bayou some near the bridges.

“Is... is she okay? Come on Al?! You know right? That she’s okay? This…This too stressful!” cries out Angel Dust.

Alastor stays silent, watching as his past self runs through the town.

Charlie stays silent she too has nothing to say.

“HERE!” yells out a man near an alleyway.

The mood shifts.

Charlie feels herself stiffen.

Vaggie holds a hand to her stomach.

Angel Dust takes a step backwards.

Lucifer stands still, facing the ground.

Alastor walks behind his past self, taking small steps.

In the dark damp alleyway is a garbage bin.

Theres a man kneeling by the side throwing up.

Past Alastor drops his gun and opens the bin’s hatch.

Her clothes are ripped up, there’s markings on her neck and chest area.

There’s no life behind her eyes.

Past Alastor pulls her out of the bin, cradling her bridal style. He feels his legs collapsing, yet he doesn’t.

He places her on the ground gently, takes off his coat and wraps it around her, closes her eyes and then pulls her to his chest walking back to their home.

The rest of the men that were gathered stay quiet, their dogs not even whimpering.

It’s a silent night.

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They watch as they place the cover of the girl’s coffin over her, but before they closed it completely, Past Alastor places a slip of paper near her hands. A ticket. A ticket for the museum she had wanted to visit.

Amelia cries into Stephen’s chest, Damien stands in front with a blank stare, tears running down his face.

It was a short ceremony, Alastor didn’t want many people gathered, he had only wanted it to be himself but… your friends had wanted to be there.

Once you were lowered into the ground, with the dirt covering over the coffin, did Amelia leave a bracelet near your tombstone.

Stephen left a bouquet of sunflowers.

Damien left a small little box, what was in it? No one knew.

After they had left it was just Past Alastor.

It was strange, this man’s daughter had died. He carried her back to her room, covering her with her blankets, kneeled beside her bedside and still hadn’t cried.

“I don’t believe there’s nothing more to see here!” Alastor says. “We should get going!” He grins.

The crew stays silent.

Charlie is the first to speak, “Al… I’m sorry….  I thought that…”

Alastor cuts her off, “Nothing to be sorry for dear! Let’s head back to that lovely hotel of yours!” He laughs.

Lucifer nudges Alastor and a portal back to the hotel appears.

Alastor waits for everyone to walk through and then he turns around to see his past self, kneeling beside his daughter’s tombstone crying.

He watches for a moment then walks through the portal.

What’s in the past stays in the past, right?

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Today's my last day of classes!! Whoohooo!!! I'm writing for the requests so don't worry about that!

I had this idea for a while but never had the effort to write it! Tell me how this was!

wordcount: 2950

destinyisastar 2024

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mission Control 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You clean your leg again. The wound looks and feels little better than the night before. The pulsing ripple of pain is a constant reminder, not that you can get that man out of your mind. Or your life. 

You get ready for work numbly. You’re just going through the motions. You don’t know what else you can do. 

Colin never returned your call. None of them. The window is broken. You don’t care. The window doesn’t matter. Breaking glass is far from the worst thing this man can do. 

You get on the bus wearily. You sit at the front. Each stop, you look up, expecting the man. Some teens, then a man with a walker. You tense up each time the breaks squeal. He’s taunting you again, without even being there. 

When your stop comes up, you get off and stand at the stop a few minutes, searching. You don’t if it’s better to see him coming... 

You cross the lot and enter the mall. You stop at the coffee shop and get a latte. It won’t help but the warmth might help whittle away at your rigid muscles. You go to the tea shop. This time, it’s Jeremy at the counter. 

“Hey, sup?” He asks as he put out the sample pitcher of fruit punch iced tea. 

“Nothing,” you answer, eye dart to the mall corridor and back to the counter. 

“Oh? Security was asking about you this morning.” 

“Um... what?” You turn to him, “they were?” 

“Yeah, something about a report last night. Said they were following-up. Something happen?” 

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so concerned with anything. Not more than his phone. You shake your head. 

“Just... a suspicious customer,” you shrug. 

What’s the point in saying anything? You doubt his reaction will be any different than the police. Or that he could do anything more than offer empty platitudes. It’ll be okay. I’m sure the guy will get tired and leave you alone. 

No, he won’t. 

The look in his eye as he latched on and tore out your hair assured you of that. You can feel his grip, how strong he was, and you remember the way malice roiled off of him. He’s not just a man, he’s a monster. 

“Hm, no surprise there,” Jeremy snorts. “Halloween collections coming tomorrow. This place is going to get stupid.” 

“Of course,” you mutter without much thought. 

You stare over the counter into the bright mall. Waiting. Watching. He wouldn’t do anything now. Now with Jeremy right there. 

He would. He could. Last night on the bus, there were a dozen other passengers who didn’t give a shit about what he did. You put your hands on your head, gripping your skull as if it’s splitting in half. You show your teeth and whine. 

“Woah, everything okay?” Jeremy moves towards you and you wince away from him. 

“No! It’s not okay,” you spin and hurry into the back room. You grab your bag and your jacket and veer back out. 

“Hey, where are you going?” He shouts as you race around the counter. 

You don’t answer. You don’t have one. You just can’t stand still and wait for this man to show up again. 

You charge through the mall and to the exit opposite the one you usually come in. You stop just outside, right before the tarmac and heave. What are you doing? Where are you going? Home isn’t safe. There’s nowhere else to go. 

Your sister stopped talking to you when you called her boyfriend a deadbeat. Your parents took her side, like they always do, and the rest of your family doesn’t give a shit. Even if anyone did answer your call, they’d call you dramatic, or a liar. The latter is more likely. 

The police didn’t listen either. Your landlord won’t fix your window or replace the chain, he won’t even bother to check his voicemail. So, what now? 

You look around and your eyes snag on a dark figure. It’s him. Just beside one of the light poles. He stands unmoving, as motionless as the metal next to him. You trip backwards and twirl, bursting back into the mall. 

You sprint through the corridors, ignoring the patrons as they send you looks, swerving and weaving around them. You turn and come out on the east side of the mall. You slow to catch your breath halfway across the lot. 

What do you do? That stupid question has no goddamn answer. What are you doing? That one’s just as pointless. 

You get to the patch of grass and climb up onto the sidewalk. You turn south and walk without seeing. Cars blow by on the street as you grip the straps of your knapsack. You just walk. No where in particular. 

You cross and continue down the next block, and the one after that, and the one after that. When you’re dizzy and tired, you find a bench and sit. You bend forward and cradle your head. Your lungs burn, your legs too. Your head pounds from fatigue. 

You just sit there. When you sense gentle brush next to you, weigh creaking on the slats of the bench, you don’t look. You already know. It doesn’t matter how he found you. The inevitability was a given. 

Silent, still, you languish.  

You flinch only as he wraps his hand around your wrist and forces your hand away from your head. You sit up and he stands. He tugs you with him. You sway on your feet and he strides forward. You stumble along with him. Not a word, not a glance in your direction. 

He just marches on and you have no choice but to go with him. 

[adoraflush]

—— ❝ 뭘 고를지 몰라 준비해 봤어 둘 중에 하나만 골라 𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙚𝙨?｡｡❞𓂃۶ৎ field of flowers .

요약 ､ ᝰ.ᐟ • Dating rumors spark as you’ve been called out for dating Ollie bearman. And of course rumors are true, will you keep it a secret? ( smau )

𝜗𝜚 Ollie Bearman x f! (K)pop idol reader .ᐟ.ᐟ 𝒾nfo ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა FIRST MINI SERIES .. face claim will be Hanni for most of it, group face njz,..pink thoughts 🎧 ➤ lowkey i was bored so yeah, posting today cause I won’t post any day next week. more info here!!

@.whoisshe? : AHHH I loved you Japan, you guys were absolute sweeties😭 ‼️

liked by HAAS.official, 6ixx, aridesu, and more.. tagged :@.6ixx

┃@.user28372 : chat why did haas like the post? 😟

➜ @.HaasFans : I mean we can only assume one thing

➜ @.user483929 : I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE WTF???

┃@.HAAS.official : We are glad you came to the Prix!!🩷‼️

➜@.whoisshe? : thank you for having me😼‼️

➜@.KIXXES : she went to go see the JP GRAND PRIX?? Glad to see her finally fulfilling her dreams🙀🤍

➜@.user38292 : they invited her?? does she have some kind of connection?

┃@.Aridesu : not my girl actually seeing her mann ‼️

➜@.whoisshe? : girl not here.. they don’t know, they shouldn’t knowww😕

➜@.Aridesu : but like my relationship and Jess’s got aired when we literally started dating our boyfriends😭

➜@. whoisshe? : like we aren’t even dating..

@.6ixx : glad to say we all enjoyed being in Japan!! Next stop, Bahrain!! We are so excited to see you, and for our girl @.whoisshe? To see the prix!!!! :p

liked by FORMULA1, whoisshe?, jeckastwin, and more.. tagged : @.whoisshe? , @.aridesu , @.jeckastwin , @.nammie, @.amore

┃@.user48392 : this is wild, F1 having a crossover with 6ixx..

➜@.whoisshe? : I mean ikr? Like girl I was surprised when they actually knew who I was.😔

➜@.user48392 : AHH SHE REPLIED😭😭😭

┃@.FORMULA1 : it’s you following our grand prixs and calling it a Tour..😒

➜@.6ixx : last time I checked you wanted us here??🤨

@.FORMULAWAGS : Breaking news ( not really ), after a bit of soft launching we’ve heard Ollie Bearman may be seeing 6ixx’s Yn Ln. However this isn’t confirmed, potentially they could be just “friends” with how Ollie will probably never shoot his shot.

┃@.whoisshe? : chat I’ve hit international fame, I’m finally getting shipped with somebody who isn’t in my group. But at the same time wtf.. that’s my bestie @.whoishe?

➜@.whoishe : woah that’s crazy they don’t even have one picture of us in the same room how could this be true??

➜@.user38292 : just noticed they’re matching usernames like.. they have to be dating and waiting until they can publicly release their relationship.

➜@.user4829 : anyone noticed how crazy it is that they’re matching in pinned posts with their outfit and their users like whattt😟

┃@.6ixx : please don’t make rumors and lies, we don’t want her to lose her only best friend outside of this group. It may look like she has friends outside of this group but all she has is f1.

➜@.user2320 : not them saying he’s her only friend 😭 may he never leave her..

➜@.user3829 : AHHH🙀

➜@.jeckastwin : admins and other members please don’t spoil the fun yet😭😭

@.whoisshe? : NORMAL, BEST FRIEND, activities.. n e ways like soo erm in Bahrain rn😻‼️@.whoishe?

┃@.whoishe? : she pushed me in the last pic after she took that but she doesn’t want to admit it. 😔 like is it international abuse your best British friend day?

➜@.whoisshe? : kitten whiskers not here 😕

➜@.user0979 : what is going on 😭

➜@.user3828 : completely convinced she’s a wag

➜@.user3291 : not them holding hands and calling it “best friend activities”

┃@.jeckastwin : she’s finally getting a boyfriend ‼️‼️ FINALLY, like her being the only one in our group without a boyfriend and not being able to show up to date nights suck😕

➜@.amore : it’s like you’ll pre assume she’d be the first to get a bf but she was the last.. like lowkey sometimes i feel like she self sabotages.

➜@.jeckastwin : yk cuz like genuinely i was shipping her with like other people and she’s like “no they aren’t my type” BUT THIS IS??😭

➜@.nammie : at least she figured out her type, cuz like for the longest i thought she was going to just date one of us..

➜@.amore : yeah😔, tbh I always sensed that she kept talking about some British boy.

@.KIXXES : GUYYYSS, sooo here’s some news, basically the only member without a boyfriend ( yn ) might finally get a boyfriend.. LIKEE AHH😻😻😻 After who knows how long of just pre assuming she’s into girls or hates everybody she bagged him‼️

┃@.whoisshe? : girl calm down, I can’t lose the only thing I currently have😭

➜@.KIXXES : if he was a real one he wouldn’t judge you and in fact he would’ve asked you to date him by now..😐

➜@.whoisshe? : I can’t with this slander😔

to be continued

[chrissturnslovergirlx]

virgin no more - a vinnie hacker smut

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

cw: softdom!vinnie, sub!reader, praise kink, pussy eating, vanilla sex, soft sex, creampie, smut. this is an nsfw short, everything written is fictional. interact or don't, i'm not your mother

summary: you lose your virginity to your best friend vinnie

i’ve been thinking about it for so long and i feel that this time, it’s right. for years now, i’ve been a virgin. sure, i’ve had my fair share of kisses and makeout sessions in my past relationships, but i’ve never had sex with my past partners. one, i wasn’t ready and two, i’m terrified of losing it to someone i don’t trust with my heart and soul. but lately, i’ve been having thoughts about losing it to my best friend vinnie. vinnie and i have been best friends since his high school days in seattle. we both moved to la when he blew up on tiktok and now we’re both living in his new recently brought apartment.

it’s not my fault though! have you seen the man?! from his chiseled jawline to his perfectly sculpted god-like body that has been carved by the angels in heaven, he’s just simply irresistible. not only that, his personality is truly one of a kind. the sweetest, most caring human being on planet earth who wears his heart on his sleeve. the only problem is, he’s my best friend and i’m scared that he may not feel the same way that i feel about him. what if I ruin my friendship with him? that would be super awkward and embarrassing. then again, he hasn’t ruined our friendship every time he brings a girl home and fucks her senseless that she basically stumbles out of the house the next morning. 

after taking the time to build up some courage, i decide it’s time.

“hey, vin. can i ask you something?”

“of course, what’s up?”

“this may be super awkward and embarrassing and you don’t have to answer, but what’s it like not being a virgin?”

“woah, um. it’s great, i guess. why you asking?”

“i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’m ready to lose my virginity.”

“that’s great, go for it!”

“i want to lose it to you.”

the silence in the room is so thick, you wouldn’t be able to cut it with a knife. vinnie and i sit opposite each other, our minds racing over what just transpired. great, i just ruined the most amazing friendship i could ever ask for. 

“you want me to take your virginity?”

“yes. i trust you with my whole life. and i love you so much.”

“i love you so much. can i please kiss you?”

“please.”

he slowly leans in to capture my lips in one of the most passionate kisses i’ve ever had. the kiss is soft yet so hot. i feel him tug at the bottom of my shirt, wanting to take it off. i reach down to take it off my body, his eyes zoned in on my chest. his kisses move to my chest, kissing the tops of my tits before making his way down my cleavage. i unclasp my bra and remove it, letting it drop to the floor. 

“they’re so pretty, oh my god. can i please touch?”

“of course, vin. they’re all yours.” i smile at him.

vinnie groans before using his big, strong hands to grope at my tits. squeezing, massaging, licking, sucking and biting, all of these combined had me weak in the knees. he’s making me feel so good right now, and we haven’t even had sex! i drop to my knees in front of him, the feeling of being so aroused is making me dizzy. my eyes are level with vinnie’s growing bulge. he looks big, is he going to fit? oh my lord, he’s not going to fit. i start pulling down his sweats, wanting to desperately see what he’s hiding. i release him from the confines of his underwear. jesus christ, he’s not fitting. there’s no way that all of THAT is going to fit inside. 

“like what you see, princess?” he smirks.

“yeah i do. it’s so… big.”

“as much as i want your mouth around it, tonight’s about you.”

he grabs me by the back of my thigh, scooping me up into his arms. he gently throws me onto our bed before crawling up to me and placing a sweet kiss on my lips. he moves down my body, stopping at my panties. he looks up at me, a cute yet seductive smile plastered on his face.

“can i take these off, sweetheart? wanna see what i’m working with.”

“yes.” i breathe out, my heart racing and head spinning

he slowly removes my panties, gasping at the sight in front of him. he tosses my panties to the side before licking a stripe up my pussy with his tongue, earning a moan from me. i feel his tongue suck and lick at my clit, the feeling of pleasure rushing through my veins. 

“you okay, sweetheart?”

“yes, please keep going. it feels unreal.”

vinnie continues his actions, only this time, he speeds them up. my little bundle of nerves that have never been touched by a man before are so alive and so sensitive, i can barely form any words now. i suddenly feel a tightness in my stomach. is this what i think it is?

“vinnie, i-“

“you close, baby?”

“i don’t know. my stomach hurts though.”

“you’re close to having an orgasm. want me to keep going?”

“yes! please don’t stop! i need to know what it feels like.”

vinnie sucks and licks my clit a little more before i feel a strange rush through my body. my legs shake at the intense pleasure, my stomach contorts and my pussy clenches at fresh air. my breathing is rapid but is soon calm as he slowly stops his actions.

“you did such a good job, baby. i’m so proud of you. you ready for my cock now?”

“i think so.”

“if it hurts, we’ll stop okay? i promise to go slow and make you feel good.”

“okay.”

vinnie lubes his cock up and jerks it for a bit before aligning it at my entrance. he slowly pushes in, the pain almost unbearable. 

“want me to stop?”

“no, i’m okay. you can keep going.”

he pushes himself all the way in, bottoming out when he’s fully inside. we both moan at the feeling. i slightly adjust to make sure it fits and won’t destroy me. i nod my head, signalling to vinnie to move. he starts to slowly rock in and out of my pussy. the pain instantly becomes pleasure again as he fucks my walls. i wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him closer to me. he leans over, hovering over my figure before placing a kiss to my forehead.

“oh vin, you feel so good. i love you.”

“i love you more, sweetheart. god, i’m so glad you chose to lose your vigirnity to me.”

our lips connect in a passionate kiss. vinnie wraps his arms around my back, holding me close so that our chests are touching. he continues rocking into me and making me feel oh so good. i feel that strange rush coming back again, this time it’s stronger and right on the edge.

“oh vin, i’m close.”

“yeah? cum for me, pretty girl, cum on my cock for me.”

vinnie thrusts one last time and i feel all the same sensations from when he ate me out. 

“oh fuck, pretty girl. you did so good, i’m gonna cum now okay?”

“please cum inside me, vincent. i need you so bad.”

vinnie moans at my words and it doesn’t take him long before he’s shooting ropes up and around my walls. i moan and whimper at the warmth inside me, watching it as it slowly leaks out. he pulls out and flops on the other side of the bed. 

“that was amazing. you’re seriously the best.”

“glad you enjoyed, princess. now let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

he kisses my lips before scooping me up into his arms as we go to clean up our mess. i can now say that i’m a virgin no more and that my virginity has been taken by the one and only vinnie hacker.

[squatch-and-stretch]

Latrotoxin

Stanley Pines & Stanford Pines | 7,586 words | Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic

“He checks that Ford is still focused on Fiddleford— he is, completely and utterly— before he carefully rolls up one sleeve of his jacket to check the bite. There’s two messy holes in his arm, bleeding sluggishly. The skin around the wounds is flushed red.

Stan may be the idiot of the group, but even he knows this is bad news. Spiders are usually poisonous, right? Does that apply to alien spiders that are huge? Probably.

The small part of his brain that still cares about logic and being alive says he should tell the Fords immediately, before things get worse. The louder, larger part of his brain stomps it down and kicks its corpse for good measure.”

Warning for injury, poisoning, arachnophobia.

Fic under the cut.

It’s raining on Planet Boring. They’ve seen a lot of things in their short time wandering the multiverse together, but this planet’s pretty high up there in terms of ‘yeah, this is basically just Earth’. Ford is marveling at the size of the plants, but it all just looks like Central America to Stan. Besides, it’s raining.

“There’s a cave up ahead,” Fiddleford says, a hand cupped over his goggles to keep the rain off of them. “Le’s get outta this rain.”

“Sounds good,” Stan says, adjusting his hood to cover his face. It was going to take forever for the damn thing to dry.

Fiddleford leads the way, carefully weaving up the side of the hill until he can scramble up into the cave. Stan follows, once he makes sure Ford is doing the same.

“Well,” Fiddleford says, holding out his prosthetic to push the darkness back a bit further. “Reckon it’ll keep us dry, at least.”

Stan squints as he steps inside. Unlike the hill it’s carved into, the ground inside seems pretty flat. He wanders a bit further in, eyes catching against some white tangle woven across one of the walls.

“Hey, is that—“ Stan cuts himself off as his foot slips, only a small part of it landing on solid ground while the rest drops out from under him.

He stumbles slightly, ankle slamming painfully against rock as his foot lodges itself in the crevice. He reaches out to steady himself against the wall, but pulls away in disgust as soon as he feels it.

“Spider webs,” Fiddleford provides helpfully.

“Won’t you ever watch where you’re going?” Ford huffs, looking at the tangle of webs disdainfully.

“Oh yeah, Poindexter? Wanna tell Fidds here how many times I had to pull you out of traffic because you had your big ugly nose in a book?”

“We have the same nose! And besides—“

“He doesn’t need to tell me, I had to do the same thing for him in college,” Fiddleford chimes in with a smirk. Ford’s face flushes with indignation as Stanley barks out a laugh.

“It’s different when we’re in a potentially dangerous dimension that we know next to nothing about!” Ford huffs.

“Yeah yeah, I’m an idiot, just get me out of this shit,” Stan grumbles, tugging ineffectively at his trapped leg. It’s flexible, but at this point that really just means that it won’t break easy.

“I gotcha,” Fiddleford says, raising his prosthetic. Stan leans away.

“Woah, hey, I dunno if that’s really necessary!” Stan yelps, holding his hands up placatingly.

“The claws, Stanley,” Fiddleford reassures, but there’s a worrying glint of gleeful amusement in his eyes. “I ain’t gonna blast your foot off.”

“Yeah, obviously not,” Stan scoffs, folding his arms. He knew that.

“Hurry, won’t you? The cave opens up further in,” Ford calls, voice echoing. He's far enough away that Stan can barely see the shape of him in the dim light of the cave.

“Don’t you go wandering off!” Fiddleford snaps, and oh yeah, he really does have a kid, because that there’s a dad voice.

“I won’t go far!”

“Darn right you won’t, because you’re gonna turn right around and come back over here!”

Ford sighs, but he turns to face them and doesn’t go any further.

Fiddleford echoes the sigh with a shake of the head that looks pretty fond from where Stan is standing. With one foot in a crack full of spider webs. He directs his attention back to Stan and kneels in front of him.

“Woah, take me out to dinner first,” Stan jokes, hooking a thumb into his belt loop.

“Shut your mouth, Lee,” Fiddleford laughs, steadying his flesh hand against the floor.

Shit, he hasn’t been Lee in years. If Ford hadn’t all but called dibs already, Stan’d be all over that man like a seagull on the fries of an unsuspecting tourist. He laughed at his joke and everything!

What a guy. A guy currently clawing at the spider webs around his leg, even. His palm is a little too big to fit in the crack Stan had jammed his foot into, but he sure is trying his best. Stan sighs and resigns himself to standing there for a bit. For lack of anything better to do, he idly looks around the cave. For the most part, he can see the rough roof of it, but there’s some sections lost in shadow. There’s one pretty much right above them, in fact, the surrounding stone pulling upwards into a deep crevice.

It almost looks like something’s moving up there in the dark, but even Stan knows how much the human eye loves seeing things that aren’t there when you’re staring into pitch blackness.

It really does seem like something’s moving, though.

Stan squints.

“Hey, Fidds, give it a rest for a sec, would ya?” Stan says, wiggling his foot to get his attention. “Pro’lly just my eyes playing tricks on me, but is there something up there?”

Fiddleford hums, standing up. He lifts his arm above his head, and the dim light of his prosthetic pushes the darkness back just enough for Stan to make out what looks like eight dark eyes staring at them from the shadows.

“Huh,” Fiddleford says, voice pitching up slightly. “Yup, reckon you’re right.”

Just as he says that, the thing in the darkness skitters closer. With its head fully lit as Fiddleford rears around to face it, Stan knows it’s a spider, if the eight eyes weren’t enough to clue him in. It’s an ugly one too, eight eyes bulging grotesquely from a dark, shiny head. Two giant fangs protrude from the bottom of its face, with two little legs shifting as it stares at them. Little is a relative description, of course, because they’re about the length of his forearm which is far too large for any part of a spider to be, if you ask Stan.

“What are you waiting for, blast that thing!” Stan demands, and suddenly the spider lunges.

Fiddleford yelps, throwing out his prosthetic to catch it before those fangs can hit something more delicate. They clack against the metal, shifting as they try to dig into something with no give. The sudden weight of the spider knocks Fiddleford off his feet, sending him stumbling into Stan, who’s only there to catch him because his foot’s stuck. Luckily, their combined weight is enough to wrench his foot free, which, unluckily, means all three of them hit the floor.

Fiddleford rolls off of Stan, tugging the spider along with him. Considering the things got eight legs beneath it, the movement does nothing to knock it off balance. Its weird little legs prod at Fiddleford’s chest. Stan rolls to his feet, every muscle tensed.

The spider pulls away, finally getting wise to the fact that it can’t bite through metal. With his prosthetic now free, Fiddleford pulls back just far enough to claw it across the face, catching at least three of its gross eyes. It rears back, legs scrambling to get the threat away from itself, and oh shit, have spiders always had a nasty pair of little claws on the end of each leg?

Stan glances towards the entrance of the cave.

There’s not a lot of force behind the movement, not when it’s just trying to get away, but its claws scramble against the flimsy fabric of Fiddleford’s shirt and tear it with ease. Judging by Fiddleford’s pained yelp, they make it through more than that.

He’s spent a long-ass time looking out for nobody but himself, but there was a time before that when his brother was his first priority. Nothing much has changed, then. Ford would kill him if he let his boy get killed, and besides, Stan kinda likes the guy himself.

Leaving his typical taunting out just this once— it would be lost on a spider anyway— Stan threads his fingers through his brass knuckles and lunges. He doesn’t know what his good ol’ fists will do against a spider as big as he is, but the answer seems to be ‘enough’.

The spider lets out a wet noise as his fist cracks through its exoskeleton. He rears back on instinct, because gross, and that gives the beast enough time to turn itself towards him. Its five remaining eyes don’t have a shred of humanity to them, but Stan still gets the impression of a hateful glare. He pulls back for another blow, straight between those ugly eyes, but the spider lunges before he can. He steps to the side, but a person-sized spider is a lot wider than a person-sized person, and two of the legs catch him, bringing him towards that awful mouth. Those weird little mouth legs grab at his arm, and he struggles against its grip. He leans far enough away that its mouth lands far from his throat, but that’s the best of it. It still lands, fangs sinking into his arm.

Stan grunts against the sharp stab of pain, but the spider made a big mistake— it grabbed his non-dominant arm. He can’t throw his whole body into it like he should, but he can still punch this thing in the head, over and over and over until his arm is covered in bug blood and its legs stop twitching around him.

“Stanley! Fiddleford!” Ford shouts, suddenly deciding to show back up now that the action is over. “Fiddleford! What happened?”

“Big spider,” Fiddleford grunts, sitting up. He’s got a hand pressed over the worst of the wounds, and now that Stan’s looking, there sure is a lot of blood staining his shirt.

“I see that!” Ford says tightly, sparing the spider a glance. His eyes briefly spark with that bright-eyed nerd look, but it’s pretty quickly drowned out by concern. “Come on, there's a place deeper in where we can rest.”

“Are we sure this is the only spider here?” Stan asks, pulling his arm free of the fangs. It is not a graceful dismount, tearing at the skin around the punctures.

“Well, the vast majority of spider species are incredibly asocial, many even resorting to cannibalism if other food sources are unavailable,” Ford says in that enthusiastic lecturer tone that Stan can’t help but roll his eyes at. “Judging by the size and web-building habits of this individual, I have no reason to believe it’s an exception.”

“Alright, pretty sure I caught most of that,” Stan says. “Lead the way, Poindexter.”

“I shall,” Ford agrees, helping Fiddleford to his feet. Fiddleford hisses against the movement, pressing his hand more firmly to the worst of his wounds as Ford swings his prosthetic over his shoulder. He slumps a bit beneath its weight. “I forgot how heavy this thing is. You really wear this every day?”

“Y’know I do,” Fiddleford says. His accent means he’s always shoving words together, but the slur is coming in hard and fast. He’s losing a lot of blood. How much space is between the surface of someone’s skin and the inside of their organs, and how long were those claws again?

Stan isn’t a doctor, and even though the Fords have like, a hundred doctorates between them, he’s pretty sure none of them are medical. Still, it’s not like Stan of all people will be any help.

Ford half-carries Fiddleford into the next room of the cave, even if it’s a bit of a squeeze to get through the narrow passageway. While it’s further from the entrance, there’s an opening in the roof letting the rain trickle down into a shallow pool. That natural skylight is the only opening other than the one they just came through, and the room is small enough that Stan can see all of it, even in the dim light filtering through the clouds and into the cave. It’s a little slice of paradise, other than the giant dead spider a few feet away and the guy bleeding out all over his brother.

Stan’s been in worse places.

Ford lowers Fiddleford to the ground as soon as they enter the room. Ford sits down with him, all but cradling that scrawny little mechanic in his lap.

“Y’kay, Lee?” Fiddleford mumbles, rolling his head towards Stan.

“Are you seriously asking that right now?” Ford sighs, exasperated, before Stan can answer. He was going to say just about the same thing, but it confirms that that’s definitely what he should do.

“You’re the one who got gored by a giant spider, Fidds,” Stan says, waving his uninjured hand dismissively. “You can worry about other people when your blood’s back where it’s supposed to be.”

“Precisely. Now where do you keep those gauze…” Ford’s voice fades out as Stan wanders off. There isn’t anywhere to go, really, so Stan washes off the worst of the bug blood in the pond, then meanders his way over to sit against the opposite wall. There’s a clear view of both the Fords and the entrance.

He checks that Ford is still focused on Fiddleford— he is, completely and utterly— before he carefully rolls up one sleeve of his jacket to check the bite. There’s two messy holes in his arm, still bleeding sluggishly. The skin around the wounds is flushed red.

Stan may be the idiot of the group, but even he knows this is bad news. Spiders are usually poisonous, right? Does that apply to alien spiders that are huge? Probably.

The small part of his brain that still cares about logic and being alive says he should tell the Fords immediately, before things get worse. The louder, larger part of his brain stomps it down and kicks its corpse for good measure.

Fiddleford looks like he’s got more blood outside of his body than in it. He is clearly the first priority for Ford, and with good reason, even if a small, childish part of Stan rankles at the idea. Besides, spider venom probably wasn’t the worst thing Stan’s had injected into his body, and he’s survived everything else.

It hurts, but not that badly. There’s a faint ache spreading up his arm, but it’s probably just from the way that damn thing had grabbed it. He’s fine.

He’ll sneak over and grab one of those awful bottles of whatever Fiddleford uses to keep wounds clean when Ford’s done fretting over all their medical shit. He can take care of it himself. With just a few exceptions, Stan’s been the only one taking care of Stan for the past ten years.

He watches Ford carefully remove Fiddleford’s prosthetic and cleans his wounds, holding him steady even as Fiddleford writhes against the pain of that awful antiseptic against torn flesh. Once Ford has a cap on the bottle and is blotting away the excess blood and liquid, Fiddleford slumps against him. Ford carefully maneuvers around him to bandage the wound properly, mumbling gently all the while. Stan can’t make out the words, but he can guess what he’s saying.

Ford had never been one for reassurances. When he used to patch Stan up all those years ago, he’d run through everything he was doing and why. If he ran out of things to say on that topic, he’d just start talking about whatever else was on his mind. It gave Stan something to focus on other than the pain, so he’d always appreciated that. He can’t tell if Fiddleford feels the same way, can’t read his expression or body language beyond ‘pained’ at this distance.

Once he’s taken care of, Ford leans against the opposite wall of the cave with a visible sigh. Fiddleford carefully maneuvers himself to curl into Ford’s lap, burying his face in his stomach and fisting his hand into the back of his shirt. Ford takes off his coat, and lays it over him. The cave is honestly pretty hot if you ask Stan, but the gesture is nice.

“I’ll take first watch,” Ford calls, loud enough to echo through the cave. Fiddleford flinches at the loud noise, and Stan does the same, quickly adjusting his leg to make sure his arm is hidden from view.

His attempt doesn’t matter, because Ford isn’t even looking. He runs a hand through Fiddleford’s hair as he burrows his face deeper into Ford’s stomach.

Stan scoffs quietly. He’s a grown man. Stan hasn’t looked for comfort in another person since he was like, ten.

It does look kind of nice, though. He hasn’t trusted anyone to look after him the way Ford is looking after Fiddleford in over a decade; even Ford got too busy to tend to his every bruise and scrape eventually, and Stan learned to stop bothering him. He learned to set his own nose at fifteen and never looked back.

Eventually, Ford will get tired and he’ll wake up Stan to get him to take watch. Once that happens, Stan will grab the bottle of antiseptic and the roll of bandages and patch himself up. Until then, Stanley rolls his sleeve back down, and tries to make himself comfortable.

•••

Stan wakes up to something jostling his shoulder. That never means anything good. Without even thinking, he scrambles away from the touch, kicking against the ground. His legs barely react, and a dull ache rages through his entire body at the movement.

Oh, he’s in a real bad way. Even more reason to get the fuck away. His eyelids feel thick as he forces them open. As expected, someone is looming over him.

His arm twitches towards his pocket, but that’s as far as he gets. His whole body hurts, but his arm’s definitely the worst of it, maybe followed by his chest. It’s hard to breathe. He has no idea how much of that is panic and how much of it is whatever happened to him.

Either way, he’s not about to let himself die here. He doesn’t even know where ‘here’ is. The ground is hard beneath him and the wall is hard behind him and it’s hot. He’s sweating like hell, but what else is new.

“Ge’way,” Stan slurs, raising his other, slightly less painful arm to defend himself.

“Stanley!” a voice scolds, and the hand releases him. Whoever’s looming over him even takes a step back. “What is the matter with you?”

The voice sounds familiar, but that barely even registers. This person called him by his actual name.

“Who the fuck’re you?” Stan says, words coming a bit easier now.

“It’s me, Stanford! Seriously, what is wrong with you?”

Oh, he got into some real bad stuff. As Stan continues to blink blearily at the person, their features resolve into something very similar to his own.

This isn’t the first time his addled mind has conjured up a vision of his twin, but it’s a punch in the gut every time. To make matters worse, there’s someone actually here, and his stupid brain is trying to convince him it’s Ford. It’s not Ford. It’s never been Ford and it never will be. The last thing he could remember is…

Shit.

“… Ford?”

He blinks a few more times. The face glaring down at him remains that of his twin brother.

“It’s morning,” Ford says. “Well, it’s midday, actually, but either way, the rain has stopped and we should be looking for a way out of here.”

“Shoul’ Fidds be movin’ around so soon?” Stan says. Personally, Stan doesn’t feel great about moving around so soon, but he’s not about to say anything for his own sake.

“I shoul’ be fine,” Fiddleford chimes in. “Not lookin’ forward to gettin’ to know the rest of the local wildlife here.”

“Yeah… yeah, le’s get outta here,” Stan agrees. He steadies himself with his uninjured hand and tries to use it to push himself up. He can’t get his legs underneath himself. That's no good.

“Come on, Stanley,” Ford says impatiently.

“I’m working on it,” Stan snaps, trying to sound irritated instead of panicked. “I’m not as young as I used to be, ya know.”

“We’re 27, that’s hardly an applicable excuse,” Ford scoffs.

“Myeh myeh myeh,” Stan mumbles mockingly.

“Y’alright, Stanley?” Fiddleford asks, supporting himself against Ford as he approaches.

“Tch, yeah, of course,” Stan grumbles, and tries again.

His entire body protests, but he manages to stand. His leg spasms beneath him, and he stumbles. He reaches out to steady himself, but his arm doesn’t react as quickly as he hopes, ends up just smacking his injured forearm against the cave wall. Sharp, sudden pain shoots through him, so intense that he feels his stomach lurch. He grits his teeth against the surge of nausea, cupping his other hand over his mouth and telling himself he is not going to vomit until it sticks.

“Stanley!” Fiddleford frets, leaving Ford’s side to reach for Stan. Stan smacks his hand away with a bleary glare. His eyelids still feel weird.

“I’m fine. Just a head rush, you know how it is,” Stan says. “Let’s get out of here.”

“I…” Fiddleford glances between Stan and Ford. Without anyone to hold on to, his hand flutters down to his abdomen, gently cupping it over his bandaged wound. “Y’know, I said I’d be alright, but I’m already feelin’ a little…”

Ford looks to him with alarm. Fiddleford meets his eyes, and there’s something calculating in his expression. He’s aiming for a very specific reaction, and not even trying to hide his search. If Stan could think straight, he’d probably be able to catch onto his game, easy.

“Are you okay? Do you— should I check your stitches? Nothing tore, right?” Ford falls for it without a second thought.

“No, no, I think I just need another day of rest,” Fiddleford says, and there’s a caution to his expression that’s only half-faked. “Is that okay?”

“Of course,” Ford says softly. “I may not have been the most… considerate of your physical and mental limitations in the past, but I truly am trying my best to rectify such transgressions. If you want to rest, we shall rest.”

So that’s his game. Why, though? Is he just testing Ford, seeing how far he can push him until he stops playing nice? He might not be fully lying, it probably is too soon for him to be moving, but he was specifically gunning for this result for reasons beyond his own injury. He had a point, earlier, when he was talking about dangerous wildlife or whatever, so what changed?

He's missing something that’s staring him right in the face, he’s sure of it.

“Thank you, Stanford,” Fiddleford sighs. “Sorry to get you up for nothin’ Stanley.”

Stan grunts, and holds his arm as still as possible to avoid further irritation. Just to spite him, his arm twitches against his will. Pain pulses through him with each rapid beat of his heart. He's not actively panicking anymore, but his pulse is still racing. That's no good.

He tightens his grip on his upper arm. He could swear he feels the rush of toxic blood from the wound to his heart beneath his palm. Spiders have venom, and Stan’s been injected with it.

Spiders aren’t that dangerous, Ford told him that again and again. He was always sticking up for the weird little animals that everyone hates. Only two spiders in the US have venom that could kill a person. Bites are few and far between. Lethal ones being even fewer and farther between. None of that really applies to giant fuck-off big spider in an alternate dimension though. Do bigger spiders have stronger venom? Does that make sense? A bigger spider definitely has more venom, those fangs were as big as Stan’s hand.

How fucked is Stan, on a scale from one to ten? Being locked in a car trunk in the deserts of Nevada during a heatwave was probably a nine, so maybe he’d rank this at a seven. The uncertainty could probably boost it up to an eight, though.

When he ended up in that trunk, he’d already been in plenty of bad situations with a head injury and his hands tied behind his back. He’d even had heat stroke before, knew the symptoms and survived them once before. On some level, he knew what to do and what to expect, and he survived.

Right now, he didn’t know what to do or what to expect. He doesn’t know if he’ll survive.

Maybe it’s a nine.

“Lee?” Fiddleford asks gently. Despite his tone, Stan flinches away, sinking against the wall. He didn’t mean to do that. His legs feel so weak. It hurts. Everything hurts and it’s hard to breathe.

“Stanley, are you alright?” Ford asks, and it’s weird to have his concern again. It’s been over a decade. It was weird to see him fret over Fiddleford, but this is definitely weirder.

“Feel… not so good,” Stan admits. He doesn’t mean to, but most of his body isn’t listening to him, so why should his big dumb mouth?

“Oh, Stanley…” Fiddleford whispers. “What happened?”

“Bit. Nasty lil’… fucker… stupid fangs…”

“Chelicerae,” Ford corrects, seemingly without thinking. He kneels down in front of Stan, holding out a hand. Part of Stan wants to flinch away, but he counts the fingers and can’t bring himself to.

One two three four five, the thumb makes six. The thumb isn’t technically a finger. Is that true? Ford would know. He’s always been called a six-fingered freak, so it doesn’t really matter. One two three four five six.

“Where’d it get you, Lee?”

Lee. Stan wishes Ford still called him Lee. How long has it been?

Fiddleford is nice, but he’s not his brother. He missed his brother so much. He still misses him.

“Stanley, where did it get you?” Ford says, a bit more harshly. No, not harsh, just firm. Stan’s heart stutters anyway. He doesn’t want Ford to be mad at him anymore.

Ford is still holding out his hand. Oh, Stanley gets it now. Even though he really wants to lean forward and press his forehead to Ford’s hand, he extends his arm instead. It’s shaking.

“‘S hot in here,” he says.

“It’s really not, but we should get you outta that jacket anyhow,” Fiddleford says, reaching for Stan.

Fiddleford is nice, but he flinches away anyway, curling closer to Ford. Fiddleford doesn’t push the issue. He takes his hand back, holds it awkwardly in front of his chest. Ford used to do that too, before he got into the habit of hiding his hands. Made him look like a t-rex.

“D’you still like dinosaurs?” Stan tries to say. He’s pretty sure most of the noises come out, but Ford doesn’t respond to him either way. He just carefully starts rolling up Stan’s sleeve.

He didn’t want Ford to see his arm. He doesn’t exactly remember why, he’s having a hard time thinking that far back, but it seems important. He tries to pull away. He’s always been stronger than Ford, but it doesn’t work.

Is it Ford holding his arm?

One two three four five six. In all his time traveling, he’s never met someone like Ford.

It’s definitely Ford. The brush of cloth hurts and he doesn’t want Ford to see, but it’s Ford. He’s really good at secrets, but not when it comes to his brother.

“Shit,” Ford says sharply, hand tightening around his wrist. “Sweet Moses, Stanley, what were you thinking!?”

Oh, right, that’s why Stan didn’t want him to see. He’s mad.

“Tha’s your job…” Stan says, trying very hard to get the words out.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Ford continues.

He probably heard him, he just doesn’t care.

He misses when his brother cared about him. He misses his brother.

“Stanley!” he scolds, and Stan swallows back a pathetic noise. He sounds like Pa when he talks like that.

One two three four five six. The grip on his wrist is firm, steadying the shaking, but the fingers tracing the reddened skin around the bite are gentle.

Pa wasn’t always cruel, but he was never ever gentle.

Ma was. Her hands were bony and shook more often than not, but they were gentle.

He misses Ma too. He’ll probably never see her again. She’s getting old. She’ll die and only one son will attend her funeral.

Shermie keeps in touch with her. Stan calls when he can but he loses track of time so easily. Ford does too. How often does he call? Does he answer when she does? Despite everything, he always answered Stan’s calls, even though he never said anything. Because he never said anything, actually. How quickly would he have hung up if he knew who was on the other end?

Ford is talking. He sounds frantic. He can’t decide whether the fear is better or worse than the anger.

“I’m ‘kay,” Stan tries, flailing his injured hand in an attempt to pat Ford’s arm soothingly. His fingers brush against him, but that’s about it.

“No, you’re not,” Ford growls, returning his attention to Stan. It was off him, for a second, he was talking to… “that’s the problem, Stanley, how could you hide this from us?”

“I ain’t happy about it either, but now’s not the time for a lecture,” Fiddleford says, right, yeah, Fiddleford.

“What is it time for?” Ford says, more desperate than combative.

“It’s time to see what all’s goin’ on. If we get an idea as to the toxin, we can figure out how best to deal with it,” Fiddleford says, sitting down beside Ford. “Hey, Stanley, can you answer a few questions for me?”

Stan looks to Ford for guidance. He seems confused, but he nods.

“Please,” Ford requests.

“Mhm,” Stan says, nodding once.

“Alright, thank you,” Fiddleford says, reaching over to Ford and shoving a hand into his coat. He fishes out one of those journals he’s always carrying around, and surprisingly, Ford lets him. He flips to an empty page, clicks the pen a few times, and nods to himself.

“Can you describe your symptoms, or should I give you some yes or no questions?”

Stan shrugs one shoulder.

“I’s hot, and my stomach kinda hurts,” Stan says haltingly. “Everything kinda hurts, actually, feels stiff, an’ it’s a lil hard t’ breathe, an’ my eyes feel weird.”

Fiddleford scribbles this all down quickly. He doubts his notes will be legible to anyone other than himself later. He looks more and more troubled the more he writes, and the expression is mirrored by Ford.

“‘s not so bad,” Stan tries, and the grip on his wrist tightens. Fiddleford huffs unhappily, looking up at Stan.

“Lemme see those peepers,” Fiddleford says, not even acknowledging Stan’s attempt at reassurance.

He leans in close, and Stan leans away. Fiddleford isn’t particularly scary, but he’s got the capacity to be. Stan feels pretty frail right now.

If he’s feeling pretty frail, the last thing he should do is show it. He should push this guy back twice as hard as he’s pushed him.

His free fist curls weakly against the ground. That's about as far as it gets. A painful spasm jolts up his arm.

“Swollen,” Fiddleford says, and he leans away. “How’s his pulse?”

“Elevated,” Ford admits. He sounds scared.

“‘s not that bad,” Stan tries again.

“Stop saying that!” Ford snaps, loud and harsh.

Stan flinches, squeezing his eyes shut.

Fuck. They got into plenty of arguments as kids, but the last time Ford used that tone with him—

“Quit your barking, boy!” Fiddleford scolds, smacking Ford upside the head.

There's no real force to it, more of a pat than a smack. Stan jolts anyway, trying to pull Ford closer. His arm just twitches in his grip.

“Believe me when I say I ain’ happy ‘bout this either, not ‘bout Stanley getting hurt in the firs’ place, not ‘bout him hidin’ it, and not ‘bout his constant downplayin’ o’ somethin’ so serious,” Fiddleford says, accent so thick and words so fast Stan barely catches any of them. “But he’s in a real bad way right now, and you yellin’ at him ain’ helping!”

“I’m not yelling!” Ford yells.

Fiddleford just scoffs and turns away.

“Sounds ta me like a neurotoxin,” Fiddleford says, carefully calm now that his attention is on Stanley.

“Neuro, like, brain?”

That sounds bad. That sounds real bad.

“Neuro like neural tissue, the nervous system at large,” Fiddleford says, and then, a bit more quickly, like he doesn’t want Stan to hear it, “not just the brain, but certainly including it, yes.”

Well.

Shit.

That’s a new form of brain damage for him to blame his stupidity on. Assuming he even makes it out of this alive.

“If it makes ya feel better, I’ve gotten quite a hefty dose of neurotoxin m’self, and the only lastin’ damage was psychological!” Fiddleford says with a shaky grin.

Ford’s grip tightens around Stan’s wrist.

“Really?” Stan asks. He’s not sure if he’s curious or seeking reassurance. Probably a little bit of both.

“Spent a solid day barfin’ my guts out, so you’re doin’ better than me.”

“… that does kinda make me feel better, actually.”

“Happy t’ help,” Fiddleford says, faintly amused. “I’m gonna go get my bag. I know it’ll hurt, but we gotta clean out those wounds.”

Stan’s shoulder aches at the mere thought.

“It would have been easier and more effective if we cleaned it out when these wounds were first opened,” Ford mumbles angrily. The fingers poking around the wound get a bit harsher, and Stan’s arm jerks. His fingers go soft again, an apology he refuses to actually voice.

“But we didn’t,” Fiddleford says. “It’d be easier if none of us got hurt in the first place, but that didn’t happen either. We just gotta make the best of what we ended up with.”

“You’re being incredibly permissive,” Ford grumbles.

“I ain’t his dad,” Fiddleford scoffs, grabbing his bag. “I ain’t about to go lecture him when he’s already sufferin’ for his choices.”

Stan mumbles something about his own dad and insult to injury (further injury to injury?) and Fiddleford’s parenting, but even in his own head it doesn’t end up making any sense.

Fiddleford returns, and Stan is suddenly reminded of what they were doing in the first place. As Stan tries to shy away, Ford’s grip tightens around his wrist, and the other grips him at the elbow. One two three four five six fingers wrapped around his arm. Counting them is the only thing that keeps him from kicking away. Well, that and the stiff ache of every part of his dumb body, but he’s even less likely to admit to that.

“Sorry, Lee,” Fiddleford mumbles, carefully wiping away the dried blood with a damp cloth. “Shoot, it really did a number on ya, huh?”

“It’s…” Stan suddenly remembers Ford’s reaction to his earlier dismissals, and decides on, “yeah, guess so.”

Fiddleford starts to rub at the scabs, gently wiping away what little protection had formed there. It certainly hurts, but Stan knows it’s only going to get worse.

“So, we just clean it out and hope for the best?” Stan asks between gritted teeth.

“‘fraid so, ‘less we find a horse and a couple months of free time before you recover.”

“A horse?” Stan echoes, baffled.

“Yeup. You synthesize an antivenom by injecting a horse with a small dose of the relevant toxin over time,” Fiddleford explains, wiping away the blood that wells up to replace the scabs. “It builds up some antibodies that can be isolated and injected alongside an anti-inflammatory… which I suppose we also don’t have.”

“Why a horse?” Stan asks, watching wearily as Fiddleford rings the cloth out and soaks it again with the antibiotic. Antiseptic? Which was it? Was there a difference? There’s a topic to distract them with once they’re done talking.

“… y’know, I don’t rightly know.”

“I suppose it may work with any mammal,” Ford muses, glancing towards the way into the body of the cave.

“Don’t even think about it, fella,” Fiddleford snaps, and Stan feels himself lose track of the conversation. “Stanley’s gonna be just fine without you doin’ anythin’ stupid.”

“Obviously! It’s just… something to consider in the future.”

“It absolutely ain’t. If any of us get poisoned, none of the rest of us are gonna start poisoning ourselves to try an’ fix it!” Fiddleford insists. “And besides, if we did, I would be the one to do it since I’ve already been dosed with neurotoxins!”

“We have no idea how chemically similar this spider’s venom is to that of the Gremloblin, despite the somewhat similar symptoms!” Ford protests, releasing Stan’s arm like he’s about to start gesturing before he puts it back. “Any antibodies you developed, supposing that they haven’t already been lost, may be entirely irrelevant!”

“And besides, it’s a gradual process that wouldn’t be of any use to us now, we have no way to isolate the antibodies, and injection without an anti-inflammatory could cause an allergic response that’d only worsen the condition,” Fiddleford agrees. “So this ain’t a particularly useful line of thinkin’ at all.”

As the period to that particular conclusion, Fiddleford finally presses the wet cloth to Stan’s wounds. For a split second, he thinks, huh, that’s not so bad, before the pain sets in quickly and very, very intensely.

The bite has hurt like hell ever since he first got it, and it’s only been getting worse. The gradual increase in pain spikes, so intense and sudden that Stan can’t muffle a cry as his vision goes white. He tries to breathe in, but his chest locks up, his entire body seizing.

Oh fuck, Stan thinks, and that’s the only thing he can think for a long time. Maybe not so long. It could last anywhere between a few seconds to several hours, Stan has no idea.

Fiddleford and Ford are talking, but it’s just noise to him. Stan grits his teeth so hard he’s certain he can hear them creaking. He wonders if his partials or his actual teeth are tougher. He feels like both of them are seconds away from shattering. He’s seconds away from shattering. Ford’s grip on his arm is tight enough to hurt but it’s nothing in comparison to the white-hot agony between his hands.

He thinks he might hate Fiddleford, actually. He can’t keep getting away with this.

•••

He comes back to himself eventually. For some reason, he’s laying down now, no idea when that happened. His head in Ford’s lap and his arm propped up on a small stack of stones blanketed in Stan’s jacket. It still hurts like a bitch, but at least he can think straight. Straighter. Still not entirely straightly.

His arm is all bandaged up now, which is nice. As Stan glances around what little bits of the cave he can see without moving his neck, he realizes he can’t see Fiddleford. Stupidly, that’s a bit of a relief.

Ford has held him in place while Fiddleford poured white hot acid all over his wounds, but it’s Ford. Ford could dissect him alive without anything to help with the pain and he’d still trust him with his life. That’s his brother.

He blinks blearily up at Ford’s face. He’s not looking at him. He’s looking down at a book he’s got sitting on the ground next to Stan’s head, tapping a five-fingered rhythm against the pages.

Stan hums, just because he can. Ford jolts, and Stan hears the paper wrinkle beneath his fingers. Oops.

“Stanley! Hello, are you— how are you feeling?” Ford says, looking down at Stan like he’s a weird bug. A cool weird bug that he cares about, maybe, but there’s that bright-eyed scientific curiosity.

Bad. So so bad I feel terrible, part of him wants to respond, loud and stupid and childish. Do you remember how you used to run your fingers through my hair when I was sick, even though Ma and Pa told you to stay away so you wouldn’t get sick too? And then you would get sick, and I had to take care of you. I miss that, I miss you, I love you.

I’ve been better, but I’ve also been worse, another says, practical and honest. Probably feeling a bit better than I was last time I was conscious.

Totally fine, another part insists. Let’s get outta here.

“Mmmgh,” he settles on. “Could be worse.”

“How would you rate your current pain on a scale from zero to ten, with zero being no pain at all, and ten being such severe pain that you can’t move, think, or speak?” Ford asks. “Well, I suppose it’s not a ten, since you’re speaking mostly coherently.”

Ten! Ten! We’re dying, you have to save us!

Maybe a seven. My brain’s a scrambled egg but most of it is saying ouch.

Zero, we’re fine, let’s go.

“Eh, a five I guess?” Stan says, rounding down.

“I see, so about a seven,” Ford muses, followed by the scrape of a pen against paper.

“Hey!” Stan barks.

He’s kind of mad that Ford doesn’t believe him, but the rest of him is so, so happy. His dumb genius of a brother remembers him, he knows him, they still speak the same language.

“You’ve always been this way, Lee,” Ford says, and his eyes return to Stan’s face.

Lee. Lee Lee Lee. Ford stopped calling him that in what, high school? Even earlier? The sudden return of their childhood nickname stirs such a flurry of emotions that he stops breathing. His chest hurts in general, but there’s suddenly a pleasant edge to that pain.

He huffs out a breath that sounds dangerously close to a whine. He’s embarrassed by how emotional he’s feeling, but he can’t stop staring up at Ford’s face, even as his vision starts to blur. He blinks to clear it, ignoring the wetness running down his cheek, and gets to watch as Ford’s eyes go wide.

He’s got dark circles. He always does. Bill can’t follow them everywhere, but Ford still avoids sleep whenever he can.

“Why are you crying?” Ford asks, then immediately winces. Stan huffs out a laugh. He’s so bad at being comforting.

“‘m not,” Stan scoffs, and he doesn’t even care if Ford believes him. “It’s cave dust, genius.”

Ford’s lips twitch, even as his brows remain furrowed.

“Yes, alright,” Ford says placatingly. “Do you think you can sit up?”

“Pfft, yeah, easy, done it a million times before,” Stan says, even as his stomach rolls in protest to the muscles flexing around it.

Ford helps him up anyway, one hand on his back, the other holding his arm steady as he props him up against the wall of the cave. Now that he’s up and able to see more than what’s directly above him, he can see Fiddleford tinkering with some scrap metal on the other side of the cave. He’s staring over at Stan, but as soon as their eyes meet he just gives him a tight smile and looks away. For all of his usual fretting, he stays where he is.

“Some water,” Ford says, drawing Stan’s attention.

He’s holding out a packet of water, the lid already twisted off. They’re running low, and Fiddleford hasn’t finished his water filter, hasn’t put together everything he needs for it.

Stan hesitates to take it, but Ford just shoves it into his hand. Stan doesn’t really have the energy to fight it. The moment the water hits his tongue, he realizes just how thirsty he is.

He hums appreciatively, slumping against the cave wall. Fiddleford told him something about drinking slowly at some point? Eh. If he’s going slow, it's only because holding up his arm for long enough to drain the packet is kinda a pain.

As soon as he’s done with the water, Ford exchanges the empty packet for a food bar.

Stan frowns down at it. His stomach rolls, but he can’t really tell if it’s hunger or nausea.

Moses, he’d kill for some plain crackers to test the water. Acid. Stomach acid.

He really does not want to eat this thing. He’s fairly sure the only thing that kept him from throwing up earlier (yesterday? He has no idea how long he’s been out) was his empty stomach. An empty stomach that’s only getting emptier. Stan should know better than to turn up his nose to a free meal.

Ugh.

Stan sighs, but tears it open and nibbles at one corner. His stomach tenses in anticipation, and a dull ache laces through his jaw. It tastes fine, and his stomach doesn’t hurt any worse, but he finds himself exhausted by the time he’s done.

It must be pretty bad, because even Ford seems to pick up on it. He eases him back down. He’s still sweating like a hog, but his skin has erupted into goosebumps and he misses the familiar comfort of his ratty jacket around him. He’s glad it’s nearby, at least. He means to run the fingers of his injured arm along the fabric of his jacket, but can’t manage much more than a twitch. So that’s still beyond his capabilities. Noted.

“Hey, Ford…?” he mumbles.

“Yes, Stanley?”

Thank you. I love you. Why are you being so nice to me?

“Shouldn’ we get a move on?”

“We will,” Ford says softly, and he runs his fingers through Stan’s hair. “As soon as you’re feeling better.”

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Hello everyoneee! This is gonna be Thoughts part-5!

Thinking about a Spoof!: Caleb x fem reader (can be either MC or NON!MC, as one may interpret it)

Ok…

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TW: NSFW…

Lemon lemon lemon…

Sesbian lex(?).

Fingering.

Eating out.

Punishments.

Mention of orgasms.

Use of pet-names and titles.

Reader and Caleb are both taken to be Bisexual for this fic.

Implied bondage play.

Degradation kink… (use of the word s*ut).

Magic exits in this world of Love and Deepspace. Caleb doesn’t believe in it, but you do.

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🚨If you are uncomfortable with any of the mentioned content warnings or the whole genre of this fic…then please do not proceed ahead. Thank you.🚨

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It was a long ass day at the Fleet, filled with missions, meetings, surveillances over areas and the Deepspace Tunnel and what not…he was tired, exhausted even…

Plus only a few days ago, he had returned from a 5-day long Mission with his crew…plus the weather conditions were horrible out there that they had to remain on stand-by for almost an extra day and a half…

But right now, that he was back home…he didn’t want to think of anything else but you…only you…returning back to SkyHaven was only worth it because you were there waiting for him all the times…

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The time was around 04:00 in the morning when he softly unlocked the front door to enter… “Pipsqueak…?”, he silently treaded the room, only to see you were long asleep on his bed under covers…hugging the apple plushie, along with a picture of him…He smiled…you were so cute…he wished upon for the moment to never end…

After placing a gentle and delicate kiss upon your forehead, he quietly and carefully, grabbed his usual comfort clothes, which he wore at home from the closet, going to the bathroom to change…

After he was done changing he went to the kitchen, turning on the lights to get himself a drink…maybe he wasn’t too careful…as the noise resulted in you awakening from your slumber…

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He opened the door to his fridge, when a purple liquid, a bit sparkly, poured inside one of the glasses, filled to half, the brim of the glass covered with an airplane coaster…the ones that you had gifted him just like that, because you wanted to…

Curiosity sparked within him as he took it out…even though it seemed like grape juice, but what grape juice is that sparkly?

…….

You had woken up, from some noises coming from the kitchen…a part of you alert that someone might have broken in, but the other part thought maybe Caleb had finally returned…rubbing your eyes, and stretching a bit, you get up on your toes, gently putting your plushie back under covers, as you treaded towards the kitchen yawning…

“Mmm…mmm…Caleb…?”

“Oh hey…did I wake you up? Sorry…”, holding the glass close to his mouth

“No…no…it’s alrig—WAIT NO CALEB DONT DRINK THAT—”

Too late, he already did.

…….

“Woah woah woah, calm down Pipsqueak, what’s wrong?”

“NO NO NO YOU DRANK IT FULL!”

“You weren’t supposed to…at least not yet!”

“What do you mean…what is in this?”

“Well umm…”

“Poison???”

“Duh no! It’s well umm…it’s a well…a potion…”

“Potion…”

“Yeah, it basically turns people into their opposite sex, I got it from the Apothecary and Witchcraft store that’s located down the side lane at Azure Square.”

“Pips you drunk…? Or did you sleep too much that your brain is still dreaming?”

“Whaaat! You don’t believe me the lady said it will!”

“….yep Im definitely getting a bad stomach tomorrow…”

“Just you wait till it takes effect on you!”

“Go to bed (Name)…”

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The next day when you woke up, went to the kitchen for breakfast right after freshening up…

“Soooooo feel anything different???”

“Yes I feel like I’m cultivating breasts and maybe my cock is getting transformed into a vagina…”

“You know what it will happen! I bet!”

“Oh you bet on it?”

“Yeah 100 bucks by midnight.”

“You’re on pipsqueak.”

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It was almost around midnight, when you called out to him, “CALEB! BITCH COME OUT LETS WATCH A MOVIE!”

no response

So you get up and go to his bedroom…

“Caleb where—”

You walked inside of his bedroom to see him looking horrified into the mirror.

“What the actual fuck! What!”

“Told ya~”,

“Cmon up, pay the piper Caleb—or should I say…Carly~” as he paced around the room, all twirly…

She looked so pretty with her long eye-lashes and her pretty purple eyes…the necklace that you had gifted him, travelling down her neck like a ripple on the sea…

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You eyes roamed all over his—her body, the way her now oversized tee, dropped all the way down to her bust, exposing the fine valleyed-line along her cleavage…the way her long luscious dark brown hair went all the way down to her slick back…the way her curves became ever so prominent…she looked tantalising…and oh lord her thighs…thank the heavens that she was wearing shorts tonight…

Your eyes wandered down to her ass, along the curve of it, then at the front to her—

You bit your lip, you were no better than a man…

Then a thought…an urge struck your mind like a lightning bolt…you quickly take out your phone, opening the camera and selecting the video option. You took out your selfie stick from the bedside drawer and place it on the dressing table, fastening your phone in its clutches as you hit record.

As you walk over to her…

“Pips you’ve got to help—mmf!”

You kissed her…hard, hands trailing down her back in a painfully slow rhythm,

as they reached her ass,

kneading the soft flesh…

making her let out a soft moan into the kiss,

your tongue delved deep inside of the warm wet crevices inside of her mouth…

…..

She tried to take control,

but you wouldn’t let her…not tonight…

as your tongues battled with each other for dominance, resulting in you finally winning…

You pushed her down onto the bed,

spreading her thighs as you knee at her clothed pussy,

grinding your knee against it,

while your head dipped down to marking as many love bites as possible…

Your hands, went down to her breasts,

fondling with them, and squeezing them…

thumb rubbing and rolling over her nipple through her tee…

All she could do was moan and moan and moan…moan out your name…out loud.

…

Your hands messily grabbed onto her tee “Arms up.”, you command, voice laced with lust and dominance.

She followed…like a puppy…

“Good girl~”, you said, your voice low and deep.

Your hands roughly took off the clothing, while your mouth moved down to her breasts, lavishing each one with the perfect amount of attention and care…

Your tongue lapped around her right boob, sucking and biting onto her nipple,

While your hand took care of the other..

“Look at these pretty tits for me…”, you slapped them, hard watching them bounce.

“Ahh ahh P-Pipsqueak! Nghh! More please!”,

“Hmm? What was that Colonel?”

“Please please more! Feel s’ good s’ good!”, your mouth continued its pace and job, determined to fill up her upper body in hickeys…

…

“Not so much of a pipsqueak now am I~?”

…

“Strip.”

She nodded, quickly kicking off her shorts and boxers, to all the way.

“Good girl…are you tired?”

“No…no…can handle m-more…”

You smirked as you went to the cupboard, opening it up searching for something….found it!

It was the pretty pastel pink lacy pair of panties that you owned, but never once used…

“Put it on.”

She did, struggling, as her wet slick stuck to the fabric, creating an irritating and sticky sensation…

“Lay back down.”

“I’m…I’m so gonna…get back at you Pipsqueak just you wait—ahh~!”

You hands slapped onto her breasts, noticing them bounce up and down again…

“You have a big mouth for someone who currently possesses no control Colonel~ But I’ll let it slide…just for this once~”

As you spread her legs, your head dropping down in between her thighs, as your nose rubbed against the wet patch on the panties, breathing in deeply…

“Mmmf…Cal you smell so good…”

She moaned and moaned, her fingers entangling within your hair, her thighs quivered, while you planted hickeys and kisses on both of them at equal intervals…sucking and trailing your tongue up and down the marks.

….

“Nghhh! Pips please s-stop teasing…”

“Patience babes…all comes in good time…”, your fingers continued to play with the waistband of her panties…while your other hand cupped her clothed pussy, pressing onto it.

She groaned further…

“Feel that Colonel…if you can be a bully in bed then…so can I~”

“Gosh just please!”

“What’s the magic wooooord~”

…

“Fuck me…”

“There it is…good girl…”, you slipped off the panties in a slow but steady manner, finally tossing them somewhere on the ground…

“Moan. My. Name. And remember eyes on the mirror, want you to watch yourself pretty girl~”

Your tongue finally lapped round her clit, sucking at her sensitive nub so so sloppily.

“Ahh! Ahhh! Oh fuck! (Name)! (Name)! Fuck so good!”,

Your hair came in the way, should’ve tied it up before, you thought.

Pulling away from between her legs, you reach for your hair tie, pulling your hair up into a neat tight bun, before delving back in…

“Fuck you’re so hot ahhh!”

…….

You continue your slow rhythm, tongue delving into her folds, sucking up her slick while your fingers teasing along her dripping entrance.

Her hands grip tightly onto the bed sheets for dear life, while her eyes close from the pleasure…

You stop the stimulation as she groans.

“Hey hey I said eyes on the mirror…watch yourself for me…watch how sl*tty you are for me Colonel…”

“I see your eyes closed again, I’ll stop and lock you up for the night, cuffed to the bed and blindfolded. Is that understood?”

“Y-Yes…”

You slapped at her cunt, her body jerking at the sensation.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Ma’am…”

“That’s more like it…Now watch.”

She did, barely able to keep her eyes onto the mirror, while you carry on your work…

The rhythm of your tongue unsteady, often times slowing down and then getting fast again. She hated how much she loved that…

“No coming until and unless I say so.”

“…”, she moaned, while you slapped her cunt again.

“Words.”

“Y-yes Ma’am!”

….

You finally pushed two fingers inside of her drooling hole…as she screamed out your name.

“Fuckk…so tight for me babe…look at you…so fucking tight…can’t even move my fingers…you like em so much you sl*t?”, as you pump your fingers in and our of her, quickening your pace along with each dragging motion…

“Look at you taking my fingers so so well…wonder how many you can take…can you take a whole fist Colonel?”

All she was now reduced to was a moaning and withering mess, chanting your name as if it was the only word she knew in the dictionary…her moans filled the entire room up with a melody, you know you could never forget ever again…

It was like a drug…who would’ve known you could reduce Caleb…to this…

You felt pride, beaming within yourself…

….

“Yeah…that’s it…”

“(Name)! OH FUCK!”, she screamed out, once your fingers hit her g-spot…

“Hit the spot huh? How long till you come babe?”

“Ahh! Ahhh!”

She couldn’t answer, she and transcended to another realm of ecstasy and euphoria…

“I want an answer Colonel, else I’ll stop…”

She managed somehow, “s-so so close…close…”

“Yeah? Cmon babe…come for me…come all over my fingers…make them messy…”

As you quickened your pace to the max, hitting her spot at every second….

She couldn’t hold in anymore, she’d reached her high…

She came all over your fingers…screaming your name…

The noise filled the room, as you slowly yet steadily lower your pace, getting her out of her high…

“That’s it…that’s a good girl…”

…..

Your fingers glistened with her juices…

“Look at the mess you made Colonel…what would the other Fleet officers and your subordinates say if they ever found out, what I’ve made out of you…how messy you are in bed…”, repeating along the same lines he always uses with you in bed..

You’ve just changed the phrases and added more flavour into it…

She pants and pants and pants, devoid of her ability to form even a single coherent word…

You tongue lapped around one of your fingers, sucking onto it…

“Taste so good…wanna taste?”

You shoved your other two fingers inside of her mouth, as she sucked onto them, tasting herself on your fingers…

“Yeah you like em, can tell how good you taste can’t you?”

….

You stood up reaching for the blindfold from your dresser…

“Oh but we’re faaaar from done yet…”

“Well I’ll be damned…”, soon everything went as dark as the void in space, for her…

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You gave her a few more orgasms…before being finally done…

“Now that was the perfect midnight snack~”

…..

You giggle, “Can you walk?”

“You think?”

“Pfffffft! Lmao!”

“Seriously? This is what you say after that?!”, she glares at you.

“It’s funny if you think about it Caleb! I mean now you know how I feel!”

“Am I really this mean in bed?”, she gives you puppy dog eyes, and pouts…

“Well maybe…but then you’re again all snuggly and cuddly during aftercare…”

“Will you be the same for me?”

“Of course…”, you pecked her nose…

“But first let’s get you cleaned up!”

“Oh and—”, you whisper to her ear… “Next time…I’m using a strap~”

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Bonus: You returned back around noon. He was cooking lunch, as you called out to him in a sing-song voice. “Ohhhhhhhh Caaaaalebbb~”, he turns to look behind, to notice both your hands full with two plastic bags… one contained twenty bottles of that same potion…and the other was a long purple silicone toy…

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A/N: I have nothing to say…I hope it was alright…thank you for checking it out…

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Cardigan - John Price x F!Teacher!Reader

Part 2: Midnight Rain

summary: you get yourself in a pickle a/n: hi! I return again! I'm sorry it's short, but I'm trying a new method of posting. Instead of aiming for a specific word count (which leads to me getting writer's block and not posting ANYTHING), I write until I'm satisfied with what I'm trying to achieve. Hopefully, I've achieved that goal, and y'all like it :) Blessed be! << Previous | Next >>

You drummed your fingers against the notebook in your lap and gnawed on the top of your pen. It was late, even by your standards; the sun had long since set, and dinner eaten hours ago. But you were up, sitting in the dark in your living room, heavy rain pelting your old windows. You were trying to pull together a new lesson plan for the following day. A few curious students had started asking questions about the modern military. Like, key differences between military strategies used in the time they were studying and today. And, of course, yet again, you made promises that you were struggling to keep. And you always keep your promises to your students.

Fuck.

The internet wasn’t helping at all. You didn’t study military strategy in any of your courses. Was that even a thing?

The last thing you wanted to do was call him. You were so confident that you could solve your problem yourself, at nine o’clock. Now, it was past midnight, and you were absolutely desperate.

Fuck.

Before your tired brain can flood with guilt and change its mind, you grab your phone from your nightstand and tap into your recent calls log. Your stomach churned, anxiety bubbling up with every trill. God, it’s so fucking late to be calling. It felt like you were split in two. One half of you was praying that his phone was on silent (you know it’s not) or he’ll sleep through the ringing (he won’t), while the other–the miserable, exhausted half–needed him to pick up.

The latter won out.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

John’s deep, sleepy voice made you feel guilty and incredibly happy that you’d woken him up. Soft and grumbly, rolling in his chest; it made you feel soft and warm inside…

Not the point of the call.

“Hi, John. I’m completely fine, I just…” You took a deep breath, the heel of your free hand pressed into one of your dry, worn-out eyes. “I know you’re this big important captain, and you have work in the morning, but I’m in a bit of a pickle and need a massive favor.”

There was a slight rustling on the other end like he had turned slightly to check the nearby time. “It’s one o’clock in the morning, love,” he mumbled.

You felt even worse. “I know, I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me,” you begged, running a hand over the top of your head. “One of my kids asked about the military. It sparked a whole discussion in class, and I may have overstated my knowledge. I barely know anything about it, and my brain is turning to mush. I’m so tired I wanna cry, and-”

He quickly cut off your rambling. “Woah, hey. Slow down there. What’s going on?” he asked, suddenly sounding much more awake. 

That brought you pause. You honestly hadn’t thought what you would ask if John actually answered the phone through. It was one o’clock in the morning, which John had correctly pointed out, and your brain wasn’t operating at full capacity. 

“I was…wondering if you could give me a lesson. Because I’m super tired, and I like to hear you talk.”

“…You do?”

“Yeah. I’ve learned a lot from you just…talking to me? But I’m a history teacher. I’m an expert on wars, not war.”

There was some shuffling on the phone. On the other line, John was leaning over the edge of his bed, searching blindly for his little pocket planner in the pile of clothes on the floor. The rustling stopped when he placed the device on his pillow, rifling through the calendar. He sniffed and was quiet for a moment, while you nibbled anxiously at your pen. Again.

The silence finally broke with a tired sniffle from John. “I can do you better. Why don’t I come to your classes tomorrow?” he asked.

You froze, pen still between your teeth. John? Coming to your school? Spending the day with your students? That would be the equivalent of introducing your boyfriend to your children. 

“…Really?”

“Sure.”

Could you even call him your boyfriend? You’d been on a few dates, sure, over the last…two months? No, it was closer to three. Had it been that long already? You did some quick math in your head. You’d gone on about one date a week, with a few canceled due to last-minute commitments. Still, about one date a week, over three months…

Holy shit.

“John, I’m sure you’re busy. I couldn’t-”

“Not at all,” he hummed, cutting you off. “Besides, it would take me ‘til class tomorrow to give you a good enough rundown, and the boss loves shite like this.”

“I thought you were the boss?”

You could practically hear a small smile tugging at John’s lips. The expression was a familiar one. The corner of his mouth quirked up, shifting his beard and creating happy wrinkles near his eyes. His nose would scrunch up a bit, too, especially if you were out in cold weather. 

“Everybody has a boss, sweetness. Myself included.”

Christ. Not the pet names. And especially not in the tired, gravelly tone his voice was currently in. John Price was going to be the death of you, even in his unfocused state.

You unfolded your legs from underneath you and moved your notebook onto the coffee table. Your resolve was fading, and you couldn’t be bothered to argue. While you did feel bad about dragging John to your school to fix the problem you created, you weren’t sure you had any other option. Accept defeat? To a group of teenagers? Absolutely not. You’d never live it down. You sighed, rubbing tiredly at your eyes. “If you’re sure…”

“I am.”

A soft smile crossed your face. “Is this just a ploy to meet my kids?”

“Maybe.”

Your sleepy giggles were like music to John’s ears. The sound alone was worth the favor. As if he wouldn’t have done it anyway, just to ease your stress. He would take any and every opportunity to make your day easier or make you happy. What he wouldn’t give to hear that laugh in person, laying beside you in your bed–

No. John’s a good man. A gentleman, he would say. A man who was perfectly capable of not acting on his urges and thoughts. At least, not in person. However, in the privacy of his own home? That was a different story.

“Thank you so much, John.”

Right. You’re still on the phone. He heard a soft click on your end of the call.

“That’d better be you closing your laptop, I’m hearing.”

“It is.”

“Good girl.” You blushed furiously. Fuck. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.”

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hello could you do a sal fisher x fem reader who is very confident but also really friendly?

Ok so I tried but I wasn’t sure if you wanted smut or fluff I guess it’s just more fluff and to be completely honest is was kinda lazy with it I’m sorry it’s not my best but I hope you like it (probably will delete later)

Sally Face x Fem!r

No major warnings slight smut near the end but just like leaving marks and neck kisses

I believe that he has many insecurities because of the trauma he experienced as a child and because of the mask he wears.

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When you go to the beach, Sal normally doesn't get in the water; he doesn't want his mask to get torn or fly off by a large wave, and if he does, he makes sure it doesn't get above his knees.

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As much as he adores you, he is also envious of your confidence and unaffected demeanor when you fall flat on your face in public. People fall all the time. So, if someone messes up your or his order when getting food, you call the waitress back so they may make the necessary corrections.

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You met for the first time in college. You could say you were popular, but it was more about how kind you were and how many friends you had. You were well-known, but not everyone knew who you were or wished to be like you. So you were sitting in chemistry as the "popular" girl next to the "quiet" guy (it's always the quiet ones). "Woah, that's such a cool mask!"

"Oh, uh, thanks."

"Did you make it yourself or get it from somewhere?"

“It’s just prosthetic." He didn't want to give into too much information since he didn't want to scare you away too quickly. He was surprised you didn't ask him what the mask was for; that hadn't come up in a long time.

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You've been dating for a few months but have only known each other for around a year."Don't you want to know why I am wearing this?"

"I mean, yeah, I've always wondered, but you haven't seemed at ease talking about why you wear it or what happened, but I think you'll tell me when you're ready."

It took him some time. He removed his mask totally about five months into the relationship. He was stunning. You couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair and kiss him like you'd wanted to for so long. His lips were surprisingly soft. Larry and Ash are the only people who have seen his face (his father is irrelevant). You're now staring at him in awe. "I knew you'd look lovely, but I really underestimated myself." He drew you back into the embrace. It was brimming with passion, love, hunger, and lust.

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You feel like it was harder not to kiss him. Consider how many times he's wanted to pull off the mask and make out with you, but he couldn't be too concerned about how you'd scream in fright or slap him for leading you on for so long just to be mortified under his mask. He was well aware that they were ridiculous ideas.

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It was dark and rainy outside, and he had planned to take you out to a nice meal. You had your hair done perfectly, your makeup was simple, highlighting your best features, and you wore a dress that accentuated all of your curves as well as a pair of sneakers to look attractive while remaining comfortable. He was driving with his headlights on, barely able to see due to the heavy rain. "Holy shit, Sal! Stop the car, Sal!" He pushed on the brakes, forcing himself forward as you jumped out of the car. A cat was frozen in front of the car; it was dark, wet, and shivering. You cloaked it in a hoodie.

Your hair was a mess, and what you thought was smear-proof mascara was running down your cheeks. "We don't have to go if you don't want us to."

“No no, I'll just put my hair up and clean my make-up." You walked into the restaurant, garnering strange looks as if you'd been living on the street. "sal table for two?"

The night finished with you leaving markings all over him and him biting into your neck, which was okay because you were willing to wear anything that claimed you as his.

[blue-jisungs]

Helloo first of all merry christmas and happy early new year (or whatever holidays you celebrate)!!!! I don't know if your OPLA requests are still open, but i would absolutely LOVE a stabilished relationship sanji x (gn) reader where reader is kind of an ambivert who tends to be embarassed to speak their mind when they're uncomfy or when they need something, so sanji always keeps an eye on them to check if they're okay. Sort of like a couple who has their own language that no one else understands, just reallyyyy fluffy stuff

If you don't feel like writing it it's totally okay!!! Have a nice day<3

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author's note. hi anonnie!! sorry for such a late reply <\3 i don’t celebrate but thank u hehe i hope u had a nice time too ^^ to be honest i’m not really happy with how this turned out but i couldn’t think of anything else :( either way, i hope you enjoy it even a little bit :D

it was no secret that you have the tendency to get shy, especially when asking for something. it’s been always a struggle of yours, more often than not ending up in a position you didn’t want to find yourself in simply because you failed to ask for something… or deny.

which you were fine with, technically. sure, no one enjoys being in uncomfortable situations but you got used to it.

however, dating sanji was a turning point in your life. previously, your family and strangers would ignore your needs or just assume that if you didn’t deny anything, you were fine with it. this bad habit of yours took sanji a while to crack.

just like when you turned in the baratie for the first time with a friend of yours.

“anything else, pretty?” the handsome (your future to be boyfriend, not like you knew) blonde man asked with a charming smile. your friend shook jer head while you blinked. sanji used this opportunity to persuade you into ordering more “may i offer something?”

you were absolutely full, no more space in your stomach whatsoever. it was sure you wouldn’t fit more but–

“maybe dessert? such a sweet person deserves a tiramisu to end their day” sanji’s pearly whites glinted in a warm smile. and you nodded shyly, almost awkwardly.

he didn’t pay attention to it then but at the end of the day, laying down before sleep… his memory recalled the resistance in your eyes but a fake smile of acceptance.

since you dined at baratie quite often (yes, he was one of the reasons) sanji started to recognize your habits. that you ordered even if you were full or didn’t like a certain dish… and how you sometimes even forced yourself to eat it because you didn’t want him or the cooks to feel bad.

which made his heart clench – both with worry and because of how cute you are.

with him being your boyfriend and lots of free time on the going merry, which you joined because you two couldn’t stand the possibility of being far away from each other and luffy not minding at all (“the more the merrier”, he said), sanji promised himself to work on it. for your own good because he hated the fact that some people could get advantage of you.

like usopp.

“hiyaaaa y/n! would you mind cleaning the crow’s nest for me?” usopp asked, the usual wide grin adorning his face. you blinked, embarrassed to deny yet…

“wh… um…” you started and the great captain put the broom in your hands, patting your arm

“thanks! i’m sooo tired, you know?” he stretched dramatically, eyes closing. you had plans – you were supposed to help sanji in making dinner… but now…

“they’re not cleaning anything, usppp”

the boy’s eyes shot open and he jolted upon hearing sanji’s voice. the cook didn’t look so friendly – arms crossed, cold look in his ocean eyes.

“oh yeah, right! no problem… it was a joke you see!” usopp chuckled nervously and took the broom back.

“joke my ass. do not use them like that or next time the broom is getting shoved–”

“woah, woah, woah… i got the message” usopp squeaked and ran away to the crow’s nest. you pouted.

“sorry…” a sigh escaped your lips and sanji stepped closer, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“no, no. don’t apologize, there’s no need. but we need to work on that, darling” he smiled tenderly and pecked your forehead.

one day after telling sanji that you’re just too embarrassed to say no or speak your mind, he came up with an idea – that you have a secret code. obviously if you were too shy, you’d just tap him or wink twice. at first, you thought it was silly. but sooner than you imagined, you came to a conclusion that it’s a pretty brilliant idea.

additionally, even if you didn’t know about that, your boyfriend always kept his eye on you. scanning your face and reactions so he could barge in anytime; as creepy as it sounded because of that sanji knew you like the back of your hand and sometimes even without using words, he knew that you were uncomfortable.

“so, so, so! we should head out! there’s no time to lose!” luffy announced on a random monday morning, almost jumping off the walls “we’re going to y/n’s family island!”

your eyes widened as you watched the captain terrified, sanji instantly tensing.

“w… what? why?” you stuttered and luffy stopped in his tracks.

“it’s famous for its sewing arts, right? we need new clothes… and it’s gonna be fun! we’ll meet your family!” luffy grinned.

you felt sanji’s hand on yours, tapping your thumb twice. “are you okay?”, that’s what the gesture meant. you looked at him, hesitantly shaking your head.

“d-…” you didn’t even manage to choke out, puffing your cheeks.

“do we have to? we can get clothes everywhere” the blonde asked, moving his thumb in a soothing motion. sanji asked exactly what you wanted to. maintaining eye contact, he nodded. “i’ve got this”

“but y/n’s family…” luffy whined, pouting.

“y/n should speak for herself on this matter, luffy. maybe she doesn’t want to see them?” sanji hummed.

luffy has a golden heart and pure soul but sometimes could get a bit too much… and doesn’t understand some human reactions. and it’s not like you hated your family – you just left in a hurry, a tense atmosphere in the household. and you just weren’t ready to return.

“so?” luffy asked, rising his eyebrows. sanji squeezed your hand, encouraging you.

“i don’t really want to… see them. right now.” you mumbled shyly “sorr–”

“no, no. don’t say sorry, i just… wanted to surprise you” luffy smiled, his eyes twinkling. he came up to you and patted your head “we’ll go there once you’re ready. just tell me!”

nodding shyly, you watched luffy leave. sanji grinned and cupped your face.

“what? was it bad?” you asked, blinking.

“no, darling. you were very brave” he cooed and placed a soft kiss on your lips “i’m proud”

then sanji moved his hand to your back and drummed a melody, signalling that usopp is coming. you snickered and pecked his cheek, being met with a loud whine coming from the boy who just entered the room.

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where the sun shines.

percy jackson x demeter! reader

summary: in which you take percy strawberry picking for the first time!

warnings: none!

word count: 606

authors note: hey hey hey! this is really short (the following parts should be longer) but i felt like i wasn’t seeing much of percy, so i wanted to fix that and write a little something for my percy girls out there. this series is betrayal free, so no need to worry about castellan. anyways, that’s all, enjoy the fic!!!!

“Why do we even have a strawberry field?”

“Because…Demeter, I guess?”

It was mid summer, and you’d forced Percy to join you in picking strawberries. It was his first summer staying at camp, and since you were his closest friend, you showed him all the things you loved about this time of year. Today, that thing was strawberry picking.

“I mean, camp has some of the best strawberries I’ve ever tasted.” You started calmly, imagining the flavor of your favorite fruit, “You’re gonna love ‘em, I promise.”

Percy nodded, half believing you as he reached down for another strawberry. He didn’t care so much about picking berries, finding it a rather simple activity at a camp for demigods, but he listened to each word you spoke as if it would be your last. “I’m trusting you on this one, pollen-head.”

In the time Percy had been at camp, you had become one of his closer friends, outside of Annabeth and Grover. You’d met in his first few days when he wandered off during the bonfire, which you often did to get some alone time, leading him to find you just by the edge of the forest.

“Hello?” Percy called, clutching Riptide as he approached a moving figure. He had thought that, in his wandering, he wouldn’t find anyone by the forest; but apparently he was wrong. When you turned to him, his fist unclenched, releasing Riptide back into his pocket when he met your tearful gaze.

“Sorry for scaring you.” You chuckled, wiping your tears as you returned your eyes to the dark, unmoving forest. “I’m not really used to people finding me here.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, I guess.” The boy returned awkwardly, sitting next to you in an uncertain manner.

Usually, if Percy ran into someone crying, he would have pretended not to notice and walked away. But for whatever reason, and he couldn’t tell you why, he sat next to you that night; thus beginning a year-long friendship.

“What’cha thinkin’ about, fish face?” Your voice resonated in his head, pulling him away from the wistful memory.

“The day we met, when I should’ve been at my first bonfire.” He chuckled, looking at you with that cheeky grin, “I actually think about it a lot.”

“Woah there partner, you may start thinking we’re really friends.” You teased, giving him a light push as you gathered your last berries. The boy chuckled half-heartedly, not knowing why the words made him feel so off. Somewhat confused, he followed behind you with his own basket, coming to a stop as you sat under a great oak tree. “But…I guess I think about it too.”

He journeyed toward you, carefully putting his basket next to yours before settling at your side. “Oh? And here I thought we were pretending to be friends.” Percy tried to joke, nudging you gently.

“Yeah,” You sighed, “But you know, you really are a good friend Percy. I’m glad you found me in the forest that day.”

Percy’s heart pounded harder in his chest, stunning him with a sense of alarm. You looked at him with that gentle smile, and he felt light as air, staring back at you like the world was anew. A new feeling, unfamiliar and odd, wracked his body like a thousand waves. “Yeah…Yeah, I’m glad too.” He breathed, just above a whisper.

You raised a brow at his change in nature, shaking your head with a light chuckle.

Percy Jackson, you thought.

What a weird kid.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Omnibus Event - Omnibus Performances: The Stranger & Nocturnality - Nocturnality Omnibus: Episode 1

Azuma: “You’re willing to let a man as suspicious as myself stay in your home?”

Tasuku: “Don’t say that about yourself. I had a hard time too when I came to the city from the countryside. I didn’t know what to do with myself. It’s at times like these that we should be helping each other out.”

Azuma: “You’re such a good-natured soul.”

-

Azuma: It’s likely due to us playing the same roles again, but I’m glad my body still has such a good grasp on mine.

Homare: I do feel my role is easier to act than before. I can put on a far more detailed performance as I am now.

Azuma: Fufu, that must be thanks to Itaru and Chikage.

Hisoka: Franz is easy for me to act out too.

Tasuku: That’s just because you don’t have many lines to begin with.

Hisoka: … That’s not true.

Tasuku: It’s written all over your face

Tsumugi: They all seem to be in good shape.

Guy: Yes. Which leaves me as the odd one out.

Guy: Minagi said he would be giving me a new role, separate from the one I had in the first play.

Guy: Although I am looking forward to it, some of you may have to change your interpretations of your roles or how you act in order to take my new role into account.

Tsumugi: That’s certainly true. Our own roles and the entire play’s atmosphere are likely to change when we add new characters…

[Door opening]

Tsuzuru: Excuse me… Woah, are you guys already done with practice?

Homare: Oh my, if it isn’t Tsuzuru-kun. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Whatever is the matter?

Tsuzuru: I was writing the script, but I’m still not sure what to do about Guy-san’s role. I wanted to watch your practice and discuss it with you all a little.

Tsuzuru: Could you tell me if you’ve got any opinions or requests regarding either Guy-san’s role or the story itself?

Hisoka: … I want you to write a scene where Franz eats marshmallows.

Tasuku: That’s just because you want to eat marshmallows.

Azuma: Hmmm, Guy’s new role… He could be Kota and Nonomiya’s coworker, maybe?

Homare: Yes, that does seem plausible.

Tsumugi: … How does having a new exorcist sound?

Guy: A new exorcist?

Tsumugi: Yes. You’re already good at stage combat, and you’re perfectly capable of emulating a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

Tasuku: I see. I can definitely picture Guy-san as a dignified yet powerful exorcist.

Homare: Would those characteristics not make him a fitting new vampire as well?

Tsumugi: That’s true… But I thought it’d be nice for Izumi to have an ally of his own.

Tasuku: That’s your main reason, isn’t it.

Tsumugi: Ahaha, maybe.

Azuma: He is a little outnumbered at 1 to 4, isn’t he?

Hisoka: I feel a little bad for him.

Tsuzuru: … Alright. I’m starting to get a picture of it. I’ll write something with that direction in mind!

Guy: Thank you. I’ll be looking forward to it.

Tsuzuru: Also, about the story itself…

Guy: I would prefer to listen to what Yukishiro has to say, as far as the story goes.

Tsumugi: I agree. Azuma-san, do you have any requests?

Azuma: Let me see…

Azuma: Could you let me think about this a little longer?

Tsuzuru: ‘Course. If you think of anything, feel free to let me know anytime.

Azuma: Yeah, thank you.

Tsuzuru: Okay, I think that’s all, so I’ll get out of your hair.

Tasuku: You won’t watch practice?

Tsuzuru: Huh, I thought you were done…

Tasuku: Nah, we’re just taking a short break. We’ll keep going, right?

Everyone: …

Tsumugi: … Well, of course this much practice isn’t enough for you. 

Guy: Heh, that is true.

Tsuzuru: Haha… Well, since I’m here, I’ll watch your practice.

Tasuku: Yeah, watch as much as you’d like.

Homare: Dear me…

Hisoka: … I need a marshmallow recharge.

Azuma: Fufu, shall we go at it one more time?

-

Homare: How marvelous! What a luxurious seafood stew we’re having!

Tsumugi: There’s scallops, oysters, and even large crabs…

Hisoka: … We’re rich.

Azuma: I happened to receive them from an acquaintance.

Guy: And a customer gifted me this bottle. I thought we ought to drink it all together, so I brought it.

Tasuku: This is pretty expensive alcohol too, isn’t it?

Tsumugi: It seems like our usual hot pot plans turned into something quite extravagant.

Tasuku: Oi, Mikage, don’t sneak marshmallows in the pot.

Hisoka: … I won’t. They didn’t taste good last time I tried it.

Guy: You have tried it before?

Homare: That reminds me, when I passed by the kitchen earlier, Omi-kun told me of the Autumn Troupe’s very own kickoff party for their New Chapter.

Homare: I say we hold one as the Winter Troupe as well!

Tasuku: We can just say this is our kickoff party.

Homare: What are you saying? How terribly indolent! This is a hotpot party, our kickoff party must be different!

Guy: A kickoff party would definitely boost our morale. It is not a bad idea.

Hisoka: Should we do it at Guy’s store like usual, then?

Tsumugi: But that’s what we always do, and it’ll cause trouble for Guy-san…

Tasuku: Too late for that. Why’re you being so reserved now, anyway?

Homare: This is to commemorate coming together as people who share the same destiny! We must make it as grand as possible!

Azuma: … Could you leave it up to me, then?

Tasuku: You, Azuma-san?

Homare: Ohhh, I am quite looking forward to what you come up with, Azuma-san.

Hisoka: If Azuma’s picking… It’ll be good

Azuma: Seems like the bar is being raised higher and higher. I’ll do my best to think of ways to meet your expectations.

Tsumugi: But won’t this be an additional burden on you since you’re also the lead, Azuma-san?

Azuma: This performance is different from usual, it’s alright.

Tsumugi: As long as you’re sure. We’ll take you up on your offer, then.

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𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞| Suna Rintarō

fuckboy suna rintarō x f!reader

+ content warning / MDNI use of pet names ( baby, whore, traitor, slut, prettiest girl), smut, teasing, nipple play, dirty talk etc, girl code, friends w benefits, toxic mindset, victim alike, reader is petty asf.

you love your best friend, you love your best friend, you love your best friend, you love your best friend.

you would never thought once you would break girl code for any of your friends. You were the most loyal friend anyone could ever have or so you thought. It all started when you and your best friend Aiko got accepted in the same college.

you’ve been eyeing this guy in one of your lecture, who is a volleyball player. His name was Suna rintarō and he played for Inarizaki in his high school year.

Only just to find out your best friend aiko was dating him, they’ve been talking for a month. When you found out, you felt somewhat hurt but it didn’t really matter to you because it was just a small crush.

One day, you both were assigned for a partner project. You’ve guys made eye contact a couple of times and you thought he was really attractive, but you had no intention getting with him before you found out him and your best friend were a thing. Just do this project for the credits and get it over with.

when you guys were assigned to work together, you told him to meet you at library that anyone from school barley goes to.

You both met up and sat down. The whole time, you didn’t look at him. You couldn’t look at this guy in the eye, you’ve heard some rumors about him. Some people say he’s a sex goddess in bed or he knows what he’s doing, so you tried to not be one of his victims.

you sighed, you realized you can’t get extra credit if you don’t tell him your ideas and communicate with each other. So you built up the courage and took a look at him, he was passed out on the table with his head down.

You were disappointed, but not shocked because he is a popular guy.

this is just a one time project, wake him up so you can get points to get the hell out of here. You thought to yourself.

you got up and shrugged him gently, he turned to look at you. You guys made eye contact and you got lost staring at his eyes for one minute.

“you need something?” You stop staring at his eyes and brought yourself back to reality.

“can you do your part of the work please? I’m not trying to do all the work by myself.”

suna looked at you, like your words didn’t mean nothing. “yeah I will, when I feel like it.”

you sighed, well it was at least worth a try.

“well then, I’m gonna get going because if we’re just gonna do our work different timing and not communicate together then we might as well just text each other if we need questions.”

You started to pack your stuff. Before you zipped your bag up, you needed to pack one more thing before you could go back to your dorm to do the rest of your homework. Which was your AirPods, you put one of your hand on the table to see where you left it, but it was gone.

You looked around your table, then looked at suna just to see him playing with your airpods. You rolled your eyes, you went up to him and put your hand in front of his face. “may I please have my airpods back?” you looked at him and he could tell you were not having it.

“why leaving so soon?” He continued playing with your airpods.

“because I have plans suna, please give it back.”

he looked at you, “you’ll get it back, but I want something in return.”

you scoffed, “why would you want something in return that’s mine?”

“woah there, someone is in a bad mood.” he teased.

“yeah because you won’t do your work and you won’t give something of mine back?” You clapped back at him politely.

“just do one thing for me and you’ll get them back okay?”

you took a deep breath, “fine what is it so badly what you want.”

“what’s the question to number 12 for the homework?”

you rolled your eyes at him, “why are you asking answers now? you had all this time but you used it sleeping.”

“yeah cause I didn’t get any sleep, plus I’m a volleyball player and I have a very annoying, clingy girlfriend.”

clingy? Annoying? Your best friend? Annoying and clingy?

“I’m sorry, did you just called my best friend annoying and clingy?” You gave him a look out of disgust.

“do I need to explain?”

To be honest, you couldn’t really blame him. Aiko was too pushy sometimes and always push you out of your comfort zone. Sometimes she was rude to her parents because she always didn’t get what she wants plus she is pretty rich and spoiled, but you didn’t bother to but in because she was a good friend to you.

“Then why are you with her?” You asked him with a curious look on your face

“cause I thought she was my dream girl but I guess that changed in a month.”

you couldn’t believe this guy, but the annoying part was you felt relief. You felt like an asshole for feeling like that but you did like him first.

you sighed, you checked the time on your phone. It was Aiko who was spamming you to pick her up some coffee on the way home and her sending you puppy eye emojis. You just smiled a bit, but while you smiled it made suna curious on what made smile so much.

he kept his cool, for now.

“sorry suna I have to get going, if you have any questions just text me.” Before he could respond, you just left with no hesitation.

After you left, you picked up some coffee for Aiko. On the way home, you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact how suna called your best friend clingy and annoying. It just bothered you, not because he said that.

because it satisfied your worries.

You got to your apartment and unlocked the door. You took your shoes off and yelled “I’m home.”

“Welcome back y/n!! How was studying with my future husband?”

You cringed that she called suna her future husband, they’ve been dating for at least 4 weeks now.

“pain in the ass to be honest, he didn’t do anything but, slept the whole time.” Your friend just chuckled

“That sounds like him.” She had a smile, but it was those kind of smiles where you could tell when someone actually cares about someone.

you felt guilty that you were relief he even called her annoying and clingy because she actually cared about him. She treated him better unlike you could.

“Hey, rin is gonna come over tomorrow and we’re gonna binge movies. Wanna join us?”

You hesitated, cause you knew you would be hurt seeing them being all lovey doves together, but something in you just really wanted to see him again.

“um I’ll think about it, I might have to take care of my brothers dog tomorrow.”

“oh come onn, your always taking care of your brother dog. At this point he’s your dog, you might as well bring him here.”

“Aiko…”

“Come on y/n!! Please it’ll be such a good experience and nice bonding time for all of us!! Plus you can sit in the same couch as us, just bring his dog over here please? You’ve done it once before, you could do it again.” Aiko had those puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t resist but like always you ended up said yes.

It was the next day, but you couldn’t somewhat help feeling so nervous. You thought about dressing up cute for suna, your best friend boyfriend.

stop, knock out of it y/n. He’s your best friend boyfriend just put some sweats and a hoodie on. You put your grey sweats and a large hoodie on.

You walked out of your room, getting your keys about to pick up your brothers dog for the night. “Where are you going? Suna is gonna be here any moment now?”

“I have to get my brother dog, I’ll be back just start the movie without me.” You said that quickly and dipped. You arrived at your brother’s apartment and saw your brother’s golden retriever dog. He jumped onto you and you decided to go to the park and play fetch with him before going back home, before you feel trapped.

After playing, running, throwing for what seems like 24 hours even though it’s been 2. You’ve decided to go back home and face your least favorite part of the day just to get it over with.

Once you arrived at the place, you opened the door and yelled your home. The dog went inside, but waited for you to take you shoes off. You went to the living room to seem them cuddling, on the outside you seemed like you didn’t care and it was normal to you, but the inside you just wanted to scream really loud.

D/n walked up to Aiko and suna to get some attention before coming back to you.

“Awe look at d/n, he’s gotten so big now.” Aiko said adoring him.

“hey y/n.” Suna greeted you with a smile, “hi” you dryly responded back.

Aiko went on and on how you took so long and missed the first two movies which was really good, but you didn’t care because your just glad you let all the worried thoughts out at the park.

You just played with d/n on the floor, giving him belly rubs so you could kill some time.

But, the universe had other plans and decided no. The dog literally passed out within 20 minutes. Couldn’t blame him, he was running all day. You guys were watching some Pixar movie when all of a sudden Aiko asked something you hope she wouldn’t asked.

“Y/n, come lay on the couch with us!! “Cuddle” with us y/n!!” Your friend jokingly laughed

You see, it’s not a problem about you sitting on the same couch as them. It’s that you would have to share and sit right next to suna.

“It’s okay, I’ll just lay with d/n on the floor. I don’t mind it.” You gave a fake smile.

“Stop being such a wuss and come up here, but go change into shorts because it’s so hot in here and your wearing a full body suit of winter clothes during the summer.” She teased

that kinda pissed you off a bit, but you nodded and went to your room to change. You just rushed and grabbed the closet pair of shorts you could find, short or not. You didn’t care, you were in the mood for her annoying bullshit right now.

Damn he was not kidding when suna said she was annoying, usually she not this pushy but when she’s with suna she’s like a bug who won’t leave you alone.

deep inside, you knew it wasn’t her that was the problem. It was you, because you wish you were her in suna arms right now. You needed it most, and you felt ashamed admitting that.

You went downstairs to the living room, you sat where the extra place on the couch was. Right next to suna, you felt nervous and tried your best to stay away from him.

“Y/n, are you cold? Do you need some blanket?” Suna asked looking at you.

“I’m fine, I can just grab my own if I need one don’t worry.” You said with a little harsh tone.

Suna couldn’t help, but smile.

“y/n, you can have some and share with us. We don’t mind.” Aiko had a worried look on her face. It was making you more irritated, suna put some blanket over you and you guys continued watching the movie.

During the movie, you could tell suna giving you some glances. You didn’t look back because you wanted nothing to do with him.

Aiko all of a sudden paused the movie, “I have to use the bathroom plus do my skincare. I’ll be back in 20 minutes.” She giggled getting up and going upstairs to the bathroom.

You just sighed and grabbed your phone to avoid looking at suna.

You were scrolling on instagram then all of a sudden you heard a raspy voice speaking. “Why are you avoiding me?” You looked up and see suna staring at you.

“cause I’m loyal?”

“But that shouldn’t give you the fact to ignore me, you didn’t even look at my eyes begging you to help me.”

You were confused, “what do you mean by helping you?”

“I have a dead arm now because you didn’t “save” me.” You couldn’t believe this guy, he’s such an asshole.

“suna, just please respect your girlfriend.”

“I know your jealous.” You blushed because shit he’s right. “Me? Why would I be jealous of my best friend and her boyfriend cuddling?”

“why otherwise are you avoiding me?”

You just sighed while turning off your phone and looked at him.

“cause I just don’t feel like talking to anyone?” It was awkward and quiet for another three minutes

“can I lay into your arms? Before she comes back?”

“I don’t know..” you hesitated

“please? I’ve been waiting all to do this all day.”

“don’t you have a girlfriend? Just ask her instead?” You gave him a look that made you nervous

“yeah, but I want it to be you instead.”

no y/n, that is your best friends boyfriend. There’s a ton of other guys in the world who would kill to be with you. Plus suna is literally just a playb-

fuck it, you opened your arms as a sign to welcome him in.

He gave no hesitation to crawl into your arms, and he put his head into your neck. You were finally satisfied with your touch starving problem you’ve been having since you arrived here. You played with his hair a bit and he was getting really comfortable.

“Your arms feel better.” You could tell he was saying the truth, because when he said that he let a deep breath out.

You knew Aiko was still upstairs, you could hear the music and sink running.

“I don’t want to let you go.” You admit with no shame.

he looked at you and you just looked away. You cringed the fact you said that, then all of a sudden you snapped back into reality and slowly started to let go of him, but he stopped you.

He grabbed your arms and said “I don’t wanna leave you either.”

You guys held each other for another five minutes, one of guilt and one who felt free. Then all of a sudden suna got up again and he put his forehead onto you.

“can I do something for you?” He looked at you and you nodded.

He went to your ear and whispered, “can I make you feel good before she comes back? please I need this.”

You blushed and looked at him, “what if she caught us?”

“she won’t, if your not so loud.” He teased.

“Do you trust me?” He slowly move your shorts aside and started to rub your clit in circles through your underwear teasing you.

you nodded trying not to moan or make any sound so instead you leaned in for a kiss.

you guys have a slow passionate kiss, you guys made out while he was rubbing your clit.

You were moving a lot and gripping onto his shoulder, trying to hold your moans.

He apart his mouth from yours, “are you gonna come?” He whispered in your ear.

you couldn’t respond, but he started to rub your clit faster.

When you masterbate, you only finger yourself. You’ve never found the “right” place to make yourself cum on your clit.

And some what surprise, suna found that spot.

“suna..” you whispered in his ear.

“call me rin when it’s just us two.”

“rin..I’m close..I can’t hold my moans in if you keep doing that.” You whimpered quietly. “moan in my ear baby, your moans are so cute.”

And that’s what you did, you started to moan in his ear. It felt good, then all of a sudden you both heard the sink turn off, but suna was determined to make you cum.

he started to rub even faster, you gasped on how fast he was rubbing your clit.

soon you started hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, “rin..I’m gonna cum.”

“cum for me baby, hurry.”

after a couple more seconds you came and you both quickly got off each other. Suna licked his fingers with the ones he rubbed your clit with.

You guys both went back to your original places and you grabbed your phone and acted like you were on it this whole time.

“hi guys” Aiko said yawning

“hi baby, come here.” Aiko sat down and put herself all over suna.

you couldn’t even look at them after what you and suna did. Also because suna called her baby after he just called you that.

“do you guys wanna continue the movie?” Aiko looked at the both of you

“nah you guys can continue, I’ll just take me and d/n upstairs. I’m gonna go to bed.”

“really? It’s only 10:30?” Aiko looked at you like you were some crazy lady.

“yes because I actually have to do stuff tomorrow, Night guys.” You got up and went to the sleepy golden retriever on the floor to wake him up.

“night y/n!!” Aiko said and you just smiled.

The dog woke up, right before you and the dog were gonna go upstairs into your room you heard “bye y/n, see you at school.” you stopped for a second after hearing suna’s voice.

he was definitely fucking with you, you just looked and gave him a small smile and went upstairs.

For the rest of the night you could barley sleep, but you fell asleep eventually.

it was two days later since the incident with you and suna on the couch. You come home one day and you see Aiko pissed on the couch, the same one suna pleasured you on.

you asked her what’s wrong and she told you her and suna are taking a break because he wasn’t putting effort into the relationship. Plus he was so dry with her and eve more dry in person, so she decided to take a break with him because she still wanted him.

You just decided to comfort her, but something in you was pushing you to do something you shouldn’t do.

You told her you were gonna sleepover at a friends house for the night, she was okay with it and wished you to be safe. You packed your clothes just in case and drove off, you parked into a 24 open grocery store and called suna.

You were nervous while it was ringing but he picked up within a second.

“hello? Y/n?”

“su-“

“rin.”

you sighed

“Rin, are you home right now?”

“yes? why?”

“Aiko told me you guys were taking a break, I was wondering if I could come…over for a bit and then leave.”

“sure, just stay for the night. I’ll give you my address.”

you agreed and ended the call.

He texted you his address and you drove 15 minutes for him. Once you arrived, you took a deep breath and got out of your car. You grabbed your bag and went to the front door.

you knocked on it and he opened the door. He opened it fast, it was like he’s been standing there waiting for you to come. You quickly walked in, and he grabbed you in for a hug.

“rin..”

“don’t move for a minute, please.”

His voice sounded like he’s been wanting this for a while.

while you were in his arms, there’s something you’ve been needing to ask him for a while.

“rin..I have something to ask you.” You apart from his arms and look up at him.

“what is it?” he asked you, being prepared for whatever is gonna be ask

“if you were just gonna be like this with me, then why did you even get with Aiko? And what am I to you? A option..? Because if so I just want this to be a one time thing, and we can go our own ways after this, but please just be honest with me. No matter how harsh.” You’ve been questioning this for awhile.

“I’ve always liked you, I only used Aiko just to get closer with you. I know that sounds fucked up, but you seem so private with your life. I didn’t know how to interact with you, so I got with Aiko. I swear to you, all we did is kiss. Nothing else and I’m willing to break up with her just to get with you.”

“Rin..I appreciate that. Really I do, but Aiko is my best friend and I wouldn’t wanna hurt her like this. I would never thought I do this to my friends, but there’s something about you that’s so different i did. As much I want to be with you everyday, I’m just scared and don’t think I can’t.”

“then let’s date secretly. I can still date Aiko but, not be as touchy with her. I know that sounds wrong, but I don’t wanna hurt you because I like you a lot y/n.”

“rin, I couldn’t do that to Aiko because it make it worse for her, for us. Plus I don’t wanna be secret, I wanna go places with you knowing we don’t have to run away and do it in private. If we have dates I don’t want our only dates just to hangout at your house..” you gently grabbed his tshirt and he just pulled you in for a hug.

“You might hate me for this, but I think we should just tell her. Tell her the truth in front of her now then her finding out later. I know it’s not normal for girls to choose guys over friend, but your the only girl in my eyes.”

you had to pause and think for a moment. Was it really worth it? Yes you liked him first, but would you rather choose a relationship that probably wouldn’t workout over a friendship you loved for almost 7 years.

“Suna, I don’t know. Maybe we can just do this for tonight, but after tonight let’s act like this never happened.”

“since when did you start calling me suna? it’s rin for you?” He let go of you while still holding onto you.

“It’s not my place to call you by your first name, that’s Aiko’s place not mine. I just wish you went to me first and not her.”

He just laughed at you.

“so what? Your just gonna give up like that? Y/n, when we were having that movie night I literally saw you suffering into jealousy watching me cuddle Aiko. Shit, I even wish it was you instead of her. Your just gonna cut this off and keep suffering while watching us being all lovey dovey?”

damn he’s such an asshole, no wonder why him and Aiko are on a break jeez.

“Suna, it’s not gonna matter to me anymore. As long I move on and just accept it, I’ll be okay. Plus, I’m planning on moving out to live on my own anyway and I got accepted to a different university.”

Suna eyes widen when you said that, moving? Your leaving him? Usually he doesn’t care, but when you said that something in him just hurt.

He doesn’t want you to go, he doesn’t want you to leave, he wants you to stay and be with him. Fuck Aiko, fuck her, he doesn’t even like her, he actually thinks she’s fucking annoying. “Because” of her, she’s messing up the opportunity with you.

he was just silent and quiet for a while, “rin…I’ll stay with you just for tonight and you can do anything with me. Hold me, kiss me, anything.”

he just looked at you, you can see the hurt in his green eyes. “Rin, fine. If you can change my mind for tonight I’ll consider staying with you and we can both tell Aiko how we feel together, but I’m still accepting that university and moving out.”

“does she know about that?”

“Of me moving?” He nodded when you asked him that question.

“yes I told her this morning, she was okay with it.”

“What university?”

the university was somewhere in Tokyo Japan, it was way far from where you guys lived.

“what if I go with you, and let’s move in together. I’ll break up with her and you can just ghost Aiko or lose interest.”

That was a good idea, but she always text you 24/7. Whatever, you were willing to sacrifice it.

But first, you wanted to see how he was gonna do tonight with you.

“I’ll be fine with anything, but it depends what you do to make it up to me for the rest of the night.”

he chuckled, he looked at your outfit. You were just wearing a black tube top and blue Jean shorts. He grabbed your waist and kissed you on the lips.

You kissed him back, you both didn’t let go of each other. He stopped and grabbed your hand to lead you where his room was. Once you guys got in his room and he closed the door, he just pushed you on the bed.

It was gentle though, he got on top of you and you guys continue from where you left off.

he pushed your tube tank down to reveal your chest bare. He grabbed your tit and pinched your nipple. You gave out a small moan, “rin..” he started to lick your tit while massaging the other one.

“so beautiful Princess.” You could feel his warm breath on your tit.

“Tonight, let me treat you good okay baby?” You nodded and he went down between your thighs.

He slowly unzipped your short jeans, he was slowly taking everything off you in a way to tease you. He took your shorts off and saw your panties.

He rubbed your clit through your panties slowly, he was rubbing in circles in a slow motion.

“oh my god..” You quietly moaned.

“your so wet, this pussy has been waiting for me all day for me huh?” He started to take off your panties to reveal your full pussy.

“rin..touch me..please.”

“not so fast Princess, I gotta convince you to be with me.”

you whined quietly because of how inpatient you were. Soon enough, suna started to give your clit and single lick. You tried to hold in your moans because your body felt like someone else was in the house.

suna started to slowly make out with your clit, he was doing it on a slow pace. Which made you go insane, he noticed you were holding in some of your moans and only letting the quiet ones out.

“let it all out, no one is here and if so screw it. I’ll show them who’s mine for the night.” He started to continue eating you out.

suna started to eat you out faster, desperately wanting to hear those pretty moans of yours.

damn they were not kidding when they said suna was a fucking sex goddess. It’s like he knew where the right places were to pleasure you, out of all of your one night stands and relationships. You’ve only had bad sex, it wasn’t as good because the guys you were with was clueless.

They didn’t know all your good spots and didn’t know the right pace to build up to your orgasm. Suna though, whoever taught him, taught him good. He knew exactly what he was doing, it was like all those sexual cravings you wanted from your past relationships were granted.

soon enough, suna started to pick up the pace and eat you out faster.

Fuck it, you let out a real moan. Suna got hard hearing your moan. Yes he had sex with other girls, but their moans wasn’t as pretty or turned him on like yours. Your moans made him want to be inside you even more.

Suna starts to lick everything, he was doing it so good you were so close to cum.

“rin…I’m gonna cum..”

but as soon you said that, he stopped. You looked at him like he was crazy and a maniac. “why did you stop..I was so close.” You whined

he just chucked, “patience baby, plus I’m gonna prove to you that I can make you stay and once I do this pussy will be all mine and only mine.”

he got up to position himself right on top front of you, “you’re so beautiful.” While kissing your neck and slowly developing a hickey.

“rin..can the hickeys wait?” You tried to push him off, but he was too strong.

“no, I’m showing everyone who you belong to.”

You couldn’t hold it in and need him in you more then ever.

“Rin, I need you in me. Please, I’m ready.” You begged and he just smiled at you.

“you think your ready pretty baby?” You nodded, he could tell you were begging for his cock.

He put his under cock against your cunt teasing it. He starte to play with your nipples, both felt like hell. This was happening till you begged him to fuck you and you kept squirming.

Suna grabbed his cock, slowly guiding it and positioning it to your entrance before sliding it in. You were trying to adjust to his size, he was so big.

You guys both took a deep breath. Then soon enough suna starts moving slowly, you were squeezing him tight. You were squeezing like crazy, “so fucking tight.” He groaned.

“go faster, please rin? I need you so bad.”

you see, the thing is suna would abusive the fuck out of that pretty cunt of yours except he wanted to hear you say you’ll stay with him after this. He was desperate for you and determined to make you live with him.

“y/n say it.” You looked at him with a confused look, “what do you f-fuck..mean?”

“say you’ll stay with me for the rest of your life, be mine. please y/n?”

you thought about it and you decided yes. You were gonna stay with him because you loved him a lot.

“yes rintarō, I’ll be yours even after all of this.” He smiled, he started to move his hips a little faster.

you were a moaning mess as he pound into you like it’s the end of the world.

“fuck y/n..keep squeezing me, mm so fucking right.” He held your hand as he pounds into you.

Suna then went more forward and changed his hips position, he started to thrust you into a faster pace. You were losing it.

“r-rin- ah! I’m so close.” You moaned loudly while feeling the pleasure he was giving you.

“fuck, cum with me baby please. cum with me.” He whimpered in your ear which made you even more wet.

“rin, cum inside me please. Breed me, fill me up please I want your cum.” You moaned

how could he pass up an offer like that?

soon enough, you guys both came at the same time. Suna cum filled you up like crazy, he pulled out and grabbed the towel near his night lamp.

He cleaned you up and soon enough jump onto you.

“Y/n, I love you.”

you looked at him and kissed him on the forehead while you play with his hair.

“I love you too rin.”

[misserabella]

so may i ask if i can request abby & bratty(ish) reader having phone sex because she NEEDS an orgasm. Abby is helping her get what she wants if you get what i’m saying 💕💕 :)

thru the phone

abby anderson x fem! reader

cw; +18content, minors dni!, sexting, nudes, phone sex, bratty needy reader, abby and reader are kind of fuck buddies that hate each other, teasing, degradation, praise kink, masturbation (r and abby), praising, use of pet names like good girl and baby or doll instead of y/n, sub! reader, dom! abby, mentions of abby strap, dirty talking…

her phone’s screen light up with her favorite girl’s messages. as she went into the chat, expecting you to be cursing her for some shit that’s he had done to you this morning at school (something you did quite a lot), her eyes widened at the messages you’d sent her instead.

abby

i can’t cum

there was a picture attached under those simple 4 words. abby groaned when she took in the sight of two of your fingers pushing inside your sticky and puffy cunt, thighs glistening in your slick.

jesus christ. okay woah.

help me.

aw, you need me baby? poor thing can’t make herself cum?

you could almost hear the mock on her voice.

oh fuck you.

you wish baby. isn’t that why you’re texting me?

and why are you answering?

‘cause there’s a cute girl on my phone begging me to help her cum.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

i’m not begging.

not yet.

your stomach bursted with butterflies as a needy moan left your lips.

you’re a dick.

and you suck.

come on abby.

i don’t see you beg doll

you groaned.

i fucking hate you.

i bet you do princess

yes. fuck. i fucking hate you but i need to hear your voice, so please

hmmm, say that again

please, abby, please…

what do you need?

i need you, fuck, please abby i need you

pick up

as you finished reading the text, the call popped up on your screen. you had never been faster into pressing the green button, putting her on speaker.

“so pathetic…you can’t cum baby? your fingers aren’t good enough?” you groaned, your free hand cupping your tit and teasing your nipple. “poor thing…”

“shut the fuck up and help me.” you snapped, making her scoff. she was touching herself on the other side of the line, laying on her bed, bitting down on her bottom lip and thinking about all the ways in which she was gonna fuck you after this. sex with you was always so fucking good… if only you weren’t the biggest headache with legs she had ever met…

“such a fucking brat. remember that you’re the one who can’t get off and needs help here.” you whimpered, making her chuckle. “shh, it’s okay baby, i’m gonna help you get what you want. you just play with that pretty little clit of yours and keep fucking your fingers, hm? i’ll make you cum.” you nodded, as if she could see you. you moaned when you hit your g spot. “that’s it. just like that… atta girl…” fuck. how much she wished she was right there. that she could see you. fuck you. “shit. you’re killing me.” she moaned, her fingers plunging inside her tight and warm walls. she sighed at the feeling and stretch, closing her eyes and focusing on your needy voice.

“abby, fuck, please…” you begged, finally breaking. you needed her to keep praising you like that. and she knew it.

“see? good girl… that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she smirked, and if you weren’t so lost in your pleasure, you would have tell her to fuck off. “add another finger baby. need you to be stretched and ready for my cock.” you followed her orders, moaning at the fullness.

“i’m close, fuck…” you warned her, focusing on hitting your g spot and rubbing your clit.

“yeah? you gonna cum, baby?” you whined, feeling the warmth and tightness of your orgasm on your stomach.

“abby, i’m cumming, i’m cumming…!” you babbled, finally feeling it, almost being able to grasp it. you were right there.

“cum for me, doll. be a good girl and cum for me.” she grunted.

you screamed as it hit you, your vision going white and your voice coming out all broken as you soaked your fingers and sheets. your needy whimpers made abby ruin her underwear. you sounded so fucking perfect it hurt. she praised you and guided you though it, helping you fuck every last drop of your cum out of your cunt.

“fuuuck…” she sighed, taking the words out of your mouth. “i’m coming over.”

-

a/n; 🤭

[inmyminditsreal]

I'll protect you

Fem!reader x spencer reid

Word count: 661

Summary: The BAU goes to a bar to unwind after a hard case. You get some unwanted attention to which Spencer immediately comes to your defense.

Everyone arrives at the bar, we pick a table close to the back so we can talk.

“I can’t believe it took us that long.” Emily states.

“Yeah, I mean- the husband. He was right under our noses the entire time.” Derek responds.

“At least we caught the guy.” you say, trying to lighten the mood “wanna go dance?” you ask.

Both JJ and Emily agree, so you walk up to the dancefloor and start swaying. You laugh at each others stupid dance moves and funny faces until,

“I have to go to the bathroom- I’ll be right back.” JJ says. Emily had already gone to buy us drinks, so it was just you. It’s fine, pretty crowded anyway. A man approaches you and asks,

“Oh come on- one drink ain’t gonna hurt you.” He starts and you reluctantly respond with,

“Hey there little lady, why don’t I buy you a drink?” You quickly reply with, “No, thanks though.”

“No, thank you.”

“I didn’t say that was an option.” He growls, moving closer. Suddenly, he grabs your ass. You're about to push him off when someone already does that for you. It's Spencer.

“Get your hands off her and leave her alone.” He blazes at the man.

“Woah woah woah, calm down- I was just having a little fun!” The man responds while winking at you.

“She said no, you didn’t listen so get the fuck out of here. Now.” He snarls at the man.

“Fuck you man! FUCK YOU!” The man shouts before barely walking to the bar in a straight line. JJ and Emily walk up after hearing the commotion and quickly run up to comfort you. Spencer was still following the man, I saw him show his badge, then the guy hurried off. You start to tear up. Spencer walks over to you and asks,

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“Yea- it’s fine.” you reply while wrapping him into a big hug. He returns the favor, and you stay like this for a minute or two.

The three of them sit you down and explain the situation to the rest of the team. Everybody is pissed. Spencer offers to take you home, to which you agree.

In his car we start the drive, and he asks, “Are you really okay? You didn’t deserve any of that.” He continued, “I told the bartender about the guy. He said he’d make sure he never goes in the bar again.”

“Thank you, spence.” you reply.

“Answer my question, are you okay?” He asks.

“Not really- I just feel gross.” You answer.

“I’m so sorry- is there anything I can do?” He questions you carefully.

“This may be a bit much, but- would you mind staying the night with me?” You mutter back.

The last thing you want is to be alone.

“Of course.” He smiles back.

Back at my place, you walk up to your room and get ready for bed. Once you're ready, you grab Spencer and take him to the room.

“Do you have spare blankets and pillows?” He asks.

“For what?” you respond, confused.

“Well, you only have one bed so I’m assuming that I’m sleeping on the floor.” He murmurs back.

“Oh- it’s up to you. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Thank you again for staying the night.” You tell him.

“Oh um, okay. No problem, I’d do this for you anytime.” He replies while smiling.

You smile back and thank him for standing up for you in the bar as well. He smiles and waves it off as nothing but a necessity.

He chooses to sleep in bed with you. He ends up laying on his back, arm stretched out. You're laying on that arm until he wraps it around you.

“Goodnight.” You whisper.

“Goodnight, just know I will always be here to protect you, no matter what. I love you.” He whispers back.

You couldn't be more grateful for him.