#mama nessa

[riahlynn101]

"Of Headaches and Heartaches" (18).

Big thank you to @halogenrobotics for editing and helping with the plot!

Trigger warnings: blood, implied/referenced child abuse, kidnapping, and minor character death.

Fair warning, this chapter does get a little bit heavy. If you would like a TL;DR I'd be more than happy to provide one for you, as this chapter also contains some plot-relevant tidbits. Take care of your mental health first!

Chapter 18

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Vanessa yawned. Her back and neck ached - a surefire sign that she fell asleep on her couch again. Opening her eyes, she’s proven right. Her body is half-slumped over the armrest, head laying on her arm. 

Ah, that explained why she can’t feel her arm. 

Idly, she shook it.

A pins and needles sensation shot up and down her arm. The sound of paper being crumpled up got her attention. Gregory sat in front of her coffee table. 

“Ow,” she muttered, internally cursing her past self for choosing one of the worst sleeping positions ever. When it passed, she reached out to pat Gregory’s messy bedhead. “Goodmorning, Greg.”

He said nothing, just crumpled up and uncrumpled the paper. Taking his time, smoothing it out, before using both hands to ball it up. 

“Uh…Gregory?” Vanessa poked him.

The crackling noise of the paper seemed impossibly loud in the quiet of early morning. 

For a second, Vanessa feared she hadn't really woken up. It wouldn’t be the first time the rug has been pulled out from underneath her. 

If not for Luis’ soft snoring next to her, and a general lack of impending doom and sense of foreboding, she might have believed that. But-at least for now-she felt safe. Until Vanny, herself, popped out from some dark corner, she was going to hold onto that hope. 

“Greg,” she said again. “Everything alright?”

Gregory hummed. 

Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief. It was odd he still hadn’t looked at her, but she chalked it up to him being tired. They had kept Gregory out late last night after all. “I’ll get breakfast ready, okay?”

He hummed again, little hands crumpling and uncrumpling the newspaper on the table. She made a mental note to clean it up after breakfast.

Her kitchen was a mess. Pans and mixing bowls they used to make cookies sat in an untidy stack next to her sink. 

Vanessa sighed, reaching for a box of lucky charms. Yet another thing added to her bucket-list. Usually, having tasks pile up caused her to go into-what she has fondly started calling-“shutdown mode.” The term, she thought, was very on-brand for someone that worked day-in and day-out with robots. 

Robots aside, when she shuts down, it’s hard to get anything done. 

But today was different. 

She could just feel it. 

Vanessa poured three bowls of cereal. She balanced the three bowls in her arms, somehow managing not to slosh milk or cereal on the ground.

Back in the living room, Luis was awake, watching Gregory continue to play with the newspaper. She placed a bowl of cereal on the table in front of him, patting him on the head. 

She joined her boyfriend on the couch. “Well, goodmorning.” She handed him a bowl.

“What’s this?” He asked, voice still groggy with sleep. 

She giggled. “Cereal.”

Luis side-eyed her. 

“Okay, okay, Lucky Charms. There was a sale at the supermarket.”

“Thank you,” he murmured. 

They ate in silence, the only sounds were the occasional clang from a spoon hitting the sides of a nearly-empty bowl. It was not the oppressive quiet that preluded all her worst nightmares, nor the kind she had gotten used to. The sort that follows you around, hanging over you. Never leaving your side, even in a crowded room. Self-imposed isolation.

Loneliness. 

The crinkling sounds returned as soon as Gregory finished off his cereal. They were louder this time, and Gregory’s movements were more aggressive. 

Luis and her exchanged a glance. “Gregory,” he started, coming over to kneel down next to him, “Is everything okay?”

He uncrumpled the paper (again), using his hands to smooth it out. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want-”

“I hate her,” Gregory interrupted, glowering at the newspaper in front of him. It was so different from his usual cheerful attitude that Vanessa looked around to make double-sure this wasn’t some cruel joke her tormentors are playing on her. 

Even Luis leaned away from him, eyes widening a bit. But he quickly recovered, pointing at something on the paper that Vanessa couldn’t see. 

“Who?” He asked. “Her?” 

Gregory bowed his head. “She’s a liar.”

“Greg, wha-”

He turned to Vanessa. “Mommy promised I’d see her after daycare.” His bottom lip quivered. She reached out for him. The revelation that he may have solved his own missing person’s case hadn’t registered to her. The only thing that mattered was the child on the verge of tears in front of her. 

“She promised,” he cried, looking over his shoulder at the newspaper clipping. “But Miss Cheyenne picked me up instead.”

“...Miss Cheyenne?” Luis asked, voice soft. 

“Miss Cheyenne is mommy’s person.” 

“Person?” Vanessa tilted her head to the side. 

“Uh, huh, person. She has this big, huge book that she writes in. And she writes a lot, especially when she talks to mommy. She also cleans a lot and drived me to daycare.”

Luis’ brows furrowed. “And what happened to Miss Cheyenne?”

“She picked me up from daycare, like she always did. But….” Gregory’s shoulders shook. He threw himself at Vanessa, clinging to her. “She….Miss Cheyenne didn’t take me home.”

Her stomach twisted. 

“I asked-ed her too, but she wouldn’t. She said mommy didn’t want me no more.” He sobbed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “And she was soooo mean to me. Miss Cheyenne was nice. I don’t understand why she turned mean? Why? Why didn’t my mommy want me no more, Mama ‘Nessa?”

He cried harder, tiny hands gripping her shirt, as if trying to ground himself. 

Vanessa stroked his hair. She fought the urge to track Gregory’s mother down. All this time they’d been searching for a woman that gave up her own son without telling him why. And if he was old enough to remember this then it had to have been somewhat recently. No, the title of mother wasn’t befitting of someone so…vile. 

Monster was more like it. 

“You’re safe now,” she murmured into his hair. “Your mama and papa got you.” 

Luis laid a gentle hand on his back. 

It felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, like she could finally breathe again. Gregory recognizing his mom in the paper meant they had a name to work with. 

Eventually, Gregory’s cries tapered off. His breathing evened out, and it was not long before he fell asleep. 

“Poor guy,” Luis said, frowning. 

Vanessa hummed. “Can you hand me the newspaper he was looking at?”

“Sure.”

The newspaper was a mess of wrinkles and creases, making it a little hard to read. She sighed, doing her best to read it around Gregory’s sleeping form. The article itself seemed standard enough. 

It was about the dangers of ignoring your mental health. Something she knew all too well. She chuckled a little at her own joke, ignoring the concerned glance Luis sent her. 

She scanned the article, looking for a sign of what set Gregory off. Because surely a block of text hadn’t done it. 

Vanessa had to reread it again, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. She was just about to ask Luis if he grabbed the right one when her eyes saw the name of the writer of the article. One, Dr. Maria Torrez (pictured with her assistant, Cheyenne Michaels in her office, on page nine).

Amber eyes flashed into her mind’s eye. A kind smile and a soft laugh. 

Blood.

Everywhere. 

Screaming. 

Vanessa shook her head, forcing down the unwelcome thoughts. Before she could think better of it, she flipped the piece over to page nine. 

Two women stood in front of a cozy-looking office. There were bookshelves full of familiar books and a child-size table sat in the corner of the room. One of the women had bottle-blonde hair and a smug smile on her face. The other one……

The other one had dark brown hair and…Vanessa threw the paper away from her. Luis made a startled sound. 

“‘Ness, are you okay?”

She shook her head. 

-x-x-x-

Luis was shoved out of the apartment so fast his head spun. Vanessa was rambling, which was usually not a great sign. But she told him to leave her be for a few hours, muttering something about needing to be alone. 

He hesitated, trying to reason with her. His attempt failed, if the door in his face and the squirming toddler in his arms was anything to go by. 

Luis got closer to the door. “‘Ness, I’m taking Gregory to the mall for a little bit.” When he got no response, Luis added, “Just know, I’m here for you. Whatever it is you’re going through, you’re not alone.”

Defeated (for now), Luis made his way to the entrance of the apartment building. Gregory tugged on his shirt, making desperate gestures towards Vanessa’s apartment. “Mama ‘Nessa,” he whined. 

“I know, bud. ‘Ness just needs a while to cool down. Everything will be alright.”

-x-x-x-

Everything was not alright. 

There’s scratch marks on her arms from where she dug her nails in, trying to distract from memories she’d rather forget. She lays curled up on her bed, covers over her head.

The terrifying panic that had previously gripped her felt less severe now. It wasn't gone, just…Vanessa was too exhausted to continue freaking out. A detached-numbness took its place. 

She closed her eyes, pleading with whatever entity thought it funny enough to put her through all that she had, to let her drift off. To let her forget, for an hour at least. Please, please let her sleep…

-x-x-x-

Luis carried Gregory around the store. He tried to use a cart, but Gregory refused to stop clinging to him. Probably uneasy about ‘Ness’ outburst. Not that Luis could blame him. It was like a switch had been flipped. One second they had been on the cusp of solving a missing person’s case, excited but solemn. The next…

….the next, Gregory was shoved into his arms, and Vanessa begged him to leave her alone for awhile. 

“Papa Luis, look!” Gregory shouted, pointing at the window of a petstore. A couple of large fish tanks sat in the window, clusters of colorful fish swam around inside. He wriggled in Luis’ arms. “Please.”

Luis chuckled, letting him down. Instantly, Gregory was gone, staring in rapt fascination at the different fish. 

He started to follow after the runaway child, but he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. “Hey!” He called out, waving at the man who had helped him out. 

The man smiled at Luis, coming over to join him. 

“Hello,” he said, in the same somber tone of voice. 

“How are you doing?” Luis watched Gregory in his peripheral vision, making sure he stayed put. The last thing he needed was for him to go missing. (Though, he’s sure his uncle would love the company. Wherever he is.)

“I’ve…been better. You must really like this mall. I mean I’ve seen you here this week, what? Three times?” 

Luis laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, this week has been….chaotic.”

“Story of my life,” the man said. 

“Papa Luis!” Gregory yells. Both of them turn to look at him. His back was to them, and he’s pointing at one of the fish in the tanks. “This one’s blue!” 

Luis goes to introduce Gregory to the man, but he was already sprinting towards the preschooler. Immediately, he was on the man’s tail, trying to prevent him from reaching Gregory. His heart thundered in his chest. 

“Stop!” He hollered, hoping someone will do something. “Gregory! Run!” 

But despite his best efforts, the man reached Gregory first. Luis was a second too late. The man scooped Gregory into a hug. He squirmed in the man’s grasp. 

“Let me go!” He slapped at the man’s back. “Papa Luis, help!”

“Gregory, baby, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The man hugged him tighter, crying. 

Gregory froze, eyes widening. “Daddy?” 

-x-x-x-

The last two weeks had been hell for Vanessa. Time management had never been her strong suit, but surely she’d remember getting groceries? But whenever she tried to think about it, she couldn’t recall getting them. 

And it didn’t stop at shopping.

Other things, like beating a video game she was ecstatic about, making dinner, or even polishing her silverware (which she had never done before in her life, but hey, her knives and forks have never looked better), were done without her having any memory of doing them. 

Ever since she played that stupid video game…..

She groaned, feeling a headache come on. 

“Vanessa, sweetheart, are you alright?” A woman-her therapist at the moment, though now that she was between jobs with no insurance, that was bound to change soon-asked. She had dark brown hair and small, almond eyes the color of honey. Her voice was soft, and hearing her speak put Vanessa at ease. Even if she didn’t show it. 

“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.” She cleared her throat, shifting in the chair.

“It’s quite alright.”

Vanessa nodded.

She’d been seeing this therapist for a few sessions now, but the fog clouding her thoughts hasn't gotten any better. If anything it’s just gotten worse, and maybe that was her fault. For one, she hadn’t done any of the exercises recommended to help manage her anxiety. 

But…still, something didn’t feel right. A puzzle piece that refused to click into place. 

“Now, have you started journaling?”

She shook her head. 

Her therapist sighed. “I really think it would help. There’s been countless….”

Vanessa tuned her out. Something was very, very wrong. She gripped the armrests, trying to refocus on the person in front of her. 

This started after she finished that game. The one that Faz-Entertainment forced the company she worked for to make.

Vanessa bit at her bottom lip, eyes fixated on her lap. She felt awful for ignoring Dr. Torrez, but her thoughts were speeding by her at a million miles per minute. It was hard to pay attention. 

“Vanessa,” a voice hissed. But when she looked around, no one was near her.

Her therapist said something, forehead wrinkling and mouth pressing into a tight line. She motions to something, but Vanessa can’t pay attention to her. 

“Vanessa,” the voice says again. “Listen to me.” 

She blinked back tears, fighting the urge to freak out. This…this wasn’t her inner monologue. This voice was different. Grizzled and old and had an accent Vanessa couldn’t imitate in her wildest dreams. 

“There, there, don’t cry.” 

Vanessa wanted so badly to open her mouth, but she couldn't. It won’t let her. 

“I’m sure you’re confused.”

She did her best to focus on Dr. Torrez, who was going over another exercise to manage her anxiety. 

“Here, let me show you.”

The things she couldn’t remember came rushing back to her. She saw herself racing through levels on the video game she’d been waiting for, cleaning her kitchen, and buying groceries. 

She saw herself at the grocery store, examining kitchen utensils. Vanessa settled on a large kitchen knife.

She saw herself back in her apartment, getting ready for her therapy appointment, sticking the knife in her bag. 

Vanessa gasped, or at least tried too. But the thing, whatever it was, had a vice-grip on her throat. Preventing her from calling out for help. 

“Now, now, don’t be like that. We can do this the easy way, or…”

She shook her head, Maria saw this and assumed Vanessa was talking to her because she turned around to rummage around in a bin behind her desk. A candy bin for anxious patients, to give her something to focus on. Which usually worked wonders. 

Usually. 

Her body tensed up. 

“The hard way it is.”

Vanessa tried to scream. The sound didn’t reach beyond herself. 

A hand-her own hand, though she wasn’t moving it-slipped into her bag. It rifled around, finally wrapping around a handle of some sort. It was small and almost felt like a-

Vanessa felt her face stretch into a wide, almost uncomfortable grin. 

Her therapist turned back, placing a few bubblegum suckers on her desk. Vanessa’s favorite. 

“Vanessa, what…are you alright?” 

Vanessa watched on in horror, trapped in her own body, as she lunged at Dr. Torrez. Knife out and aimed at her heart. 

She screamed. 

It did no good. 

The attack was over quickly. But not quickly enough. Blood covered the walls, desk, and even the ceiling. 

The last thing she saw before she woke up was a framed photo on her desk. A little boy, no older than two or three, with chocolate brown hair and big eyes the color of honey. He was smiling, holding a raggedy-looking bear plushie to his chest. 

…Gregory…

-x-x-x-

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” The man glared at him, looking two seconds away from pummeling Luis right then and there. He probably already would have if not for Gregory.

“I can explain,” Luis said, waving his arms around frantically. “We didn’t kidnap him.”

“Oh. Well, did he just waltz out of the daycare by himself, drive all the way to Hurricane, and force you to take him in?”

“No, my girlfriend found him in an alley. He was in rough shape.”

The man relaxed a little. “Gregory, is this true?” 

Gregory nodded, resting his forehead against his father’s shoulder. “Uh, huh.”

“Then who took you?”

“Miss Cheyenne.”

The man scowled, patting his son’s back. “God, I’ve always despised that woman.” Looking down at Gregory his expression softened just a little. “I suppose I should thank you then, for looking after my son.”

Luis nodded, unable to conjure up words. 

“Though, I do need to meet your girlfriend. You said she was the one that found him, right?”

Again, he nodded. 

“Well, I’m not doing anything right now. So, how about I follow you back to your place. We can clear up any misunderstanding, and me and Gregory can be on our way.”

“...Okay…” 

Luis turned towards the entrance of the mall, feeling weirdly numb. Shouldn’t he be happier? This was what they’ve wanted this whole time… Wasn’t it?

“Oh,” the man started, walking side-by-side with Luis, “I’ve never introduced myself, have I?”

Luis can’t bring himself to respond, but the man continued on anyway. 

“Evan Afton,” he said, happier than before. 

The name felt familiar, but Luis couldn’t focus on anything besides getting back to Vanessa’s apartment, and trying to explain what just went down. Hopefully she’s calmed down enough.

“Luis Cabrera,” he muttered back.

[avid-idiot]

Ay, what did I do? 😭

[hexyz09]

Idea/scenario 14: The Pizzaplex collapses

Behold, a continuation of sorts from idea 3

It has been around 4 months since the 3 star ending and everything is going quite well. Vanessa is finally almost back to feeling like her old self again, her nightmares have been getting less severe and less frequent. In fact she has decided to start trying to do those old STEM style talks from before as a way to tackle her fear head on.

Gregory has gotten used to being cared for again and being part of a family again and has grown as close to Vanessa as he is Freddy. He has also been enrolled in a school and is already in the top 5 percent and is causing general chaos. Freddy is- (Gregory! I must inform you that I am… morbiuously obese :D) -...still Freddy. Luis and Vanessa are also in a healthy relationship and are a lot closer than before, much to Gregory's (joking) annoyance and teasing.

The 3 of them have also gotten closer to the other animatronics (on their first official meeting as a group after fixing everything, Luis wouldn't stop geeking out being close to them). They have races with Roxy, golf with Monty, and cook with Chica (Vanessa is especially good at the latter). Sun/Moon tells great stories during sleepovers, and also gives Vanessa advice on dealing with her nightmares. 

So everything is going well for the Found Faz Fam!

However, all is not well with the Mega Pizzaplex. You see, back when it was first constructed, Fazbear Entertainment didn't exactly have a lot of money. They had invested most of it into what would become their failed venture that was the Fazbear Funtime Service.  So they were tight on cash when they decided to try and build an entire mall and also began developing the VR game at the same time. As a result they have to cut corners, a LOT of corners. They don't install enough emergency exits, and the one that they do requires a VIP pass. They don't install a fire extinguishing system, or at least not an adequate one. They build over the remains of their old restaurant because they still own the land it is on (under?)

They also use structural members that can only just BARELY hold up the planned weight of the roof and ceiling. The truss members (these things) they end up using are also not rated for commercial civilian use, and aren't designed to handle the vibrations caused by the thousands of people walking through the mall. The ceiling also winds up being heavier than expected, but they don't change anything about the trusses. FE don't even have the trusses installed properly, they need to get the mall built quickly in order to reduce labor costs and try to start making money as fast as possible. They also want to open the mall and release the VR game at around the same time to maximize potential profits whilst reducing advertising costs since they can just advertise both for the same amount of time, further rushing the construction process.

This also isn't helped by the later edition of the DJMM which means the installation of a series of tubes going through the walls, further weakening the entire structure. Roxy Raceway is particularly at risk due to it being located on top of the actual sinkhole. This means that there isn't as much support from the foundation, bottom, because there is less surface area to put foundation on. So the roof of that section is holding up even MORE load.

So every structural member in the building is both pitifully ill-equipped and hilariously overstressed. It is not a matter of IF the mall will collapse but WHEN. 

This "when" was moved closer and further exacerbated by Gregory's actions during "that night"; not that anyone knew. Monty falling from the catwalks, Roxy getting hit by a go kart through a wall, and DJMM's chase only served to make the situation worse.

This is shown by visual signs over the next few months. There are more cracks in the walls, parts of the ceiling sag, and paint starts to chip as other parts of the mall start to deform. Some of the staff are concerned about this, but the general manager assures them that they will, "fix it". All they do is paint over the cracks each time they appear and hope no one notices.

The final breaking point is when Monty and Roxy try "aerial jousting". Basically Monty saw how the daycare attendant could fly on strings and he decided he wanted some of that action. So he tied some strong rope to the catwalks (the same ones he fell from) to try it out. Roxy saw this and wanted to try it out as well. So they both decided to turn it into a little competition. They would run towards each other before leaving off the catwalks and… ok they hadn't gotten to that part yet. They ended up breaking the catwalks under the strain, fell and had to get repaired, much to the chagrin of everyone else. This only further damaged the support structure.

So the stage is set for disaster.

It all starts on a seemingly normal day. This day is a special one for Gregory, he got a 100 on a really difficult test that no one else did well on. As a reward, Vanessa has decided to take him to an actual front row performance of the band, instead of their "special pass" (from idea 1) location. This consists of some folding chairs placed as far as possible from the stage with a sign that says "special pass performance viewing area, for our worst security guard ever". The front row tickets are ludicrously expensive, which is why Vanessa doesn't get them often.

So Gregory, Vanessa and Luis arrive early and have some time to kill before the show starts. Gregory goes off to harass the staff bots since Freddy and the others are busy entertaining other children. He makes sure to promise to meet back up with Vanessa at a specified time. Luis and Vanessa, meanwhile sit down at El Chips and talk about…idk whatever friends/couples talk about. Maybe a new video game? Actually that makes sense, we'll go with that. 

Then, it happens. After only 11 months, one of the overburdened truss members holding up the roof of the mall over Roxy Raceway finally fails. The massive load redistributes to the remaining truss members. Initially they are able to handle it for a few seconds as designed, but they cannot handle even a slight increase in load at this point and they also start to fail one by one.

With a massive roaring sound and shaking that fills the entire mall, the entire section of roof over the Raceway collapses. It crashes to the floor with an even louder BANG! and causes the building to shake even more. Concrete dust fills the room and begins to disperse throughout the mall.

By some miracle, no one is injured. All of the people in Roxy Raceway were undergoing a safety brief by Roxy near the entrance ("You know what's just as cool as me? Safety."), so they were spared. Amazingly, everything has stabilized, it would seem that the loss of the roof over the raceway has reduced the overall load on the structure so the poor trusses finally get a bit of a reprieve. Unfortunately the shaking has also caused the truss members to get more damaged as well, so it's a net loss. 

For a few seconds after the collapse, there is total silence. People are still trying to process what has just happened, some think it is an earthquake before dust and the sight of the sunlight being visible where it shouldn't be clues them in. Then the screaming starts and everyone starts making a break for the only obvious exit, causing severe crowding and even more panic. The animatronics and staff try their best to organize an orderly evacuation 

Vanessa, meanwhile, goes into panic mode and starts frantically attempting to call Gregory on her phone whilst running to where he was last located. She is trying her best not to assume the worst, but there is still that little voice of doubt. One she still has after all this time, one that sounds like HER but isn't, one that says, "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep him alive, you failure".

Vanessa steadfastly ignores the doubt and continues running, Luis following closely behind with a determined look on his face.

They find Gregory near Roxy Raceway, looking quite perturbed and staring at the hole where the ceiling used to be. Vanessa nearly faints out of sheer relief. She lowers herself to her knees and pulls him into a massive hug. Luis joins in after a bit of persuasion, before the 3 of them make their way to the exits.

The next hour passes quickly, all the animatronics are removed from the building at management's request to keep them safe. (despite not ordering an official evacuation for the patrons at all) The bots reconvene with the 3 peeps and just sort of stare and talk as ambulances, police cars and news crews fill the parking lot. After an hour police have moved everyone around a mile away from the building and are just starting to make a plan on what to do next when there is a large rumble.

Everyone can only watch as the remaining bit of the pizzaplex collapses, the damage being simply too much for the rest of the structure to handle. With a boom and a cloud of dust, the Freddy Fazbear Mega PizzaPlex is destroyed.

Fazbear Entertainment is quickly sued but isn't even able to afford a lawyer so are forced to pay for everything. They don't have the money for this and file for bankruptcy, finally killing the company and ending a terrible legacy of darkness. 

"But what happened to the robots?" you may be wondering. Well, Vanessa, out of the pureness of her heart, would likely try and figure out where to temporarily keep them until she can find a more permanent solution. Maybe they can stay at her place, if it is big enough. Or she could convince her workplace, Silver Parasol, to have them roam the workspace. (This could provide a great opportunity for writers to make a "FNAF but its The Office" thing)

You could do anything you want! After all, I am not the artist. All I do is simply provide the clay. 

I'm pretty sure when Fazbear Entertainment had Roxy and Monty designed for the Teenage/Young Adult Audience to be party goer types, and the "Bring the Roof Down" vibe, they didn't mean it literally. XD But alas, that is what happened. Granted, they aren't at fault what so ever, but still. XD Unlike Gregory, they have fall damage. XP

But back to the idea. This just goes to show that for those who like having the child live in the Pizzaplex after everything, steps gotta be taken on account that the mall is very much not structurally sound.

How it's managed to keep standing for around five years, I have no clue, though granted, I can at least excuse that most of the damage in game can be attributed to Vanny and 46's efforts in maybe the past two years at most.

But. It's an interesting idea that the company was almost broke when they decided to build the Pizzaplex. As in, the Plex itself may have been it's last chance to pull itself out of the metaphorical gutter. But alas. They screwed up. They should have just filed for Bankruptcy from the beginning and tried to start the company again a new, away from the previous location and not build it over a former restaurant. That looked like it hadn't surprisingly been in a horrible fire.

Though as interesting as this whole making an Animatronic version of "The Office" sounds, and it really does, I'm more staring at the Gregory and Vanessa fluff scenes. Especially how the latter just downright pulls him into a bear hug and lightly doesn't let go for a bit. XP You missed a moment to have him calling Vanessa mom in this ask go to waste~!!!

P.S: Freddy. You were always Fat. It's time you accepted it.

[karinasbaby]

I NEED HIM SO BADDDDD

-texting boyfriend!heeseung 3 ♡

♡boyfriend!heeseung x female reader (messages)

♡warnings: suggestive MINORS DNI!!!!, I clearly can’t make them not insane, crazy and horny so! Enjoy shawties <3

♡an: real asf!!! once again thank u so much for 1k☹️❤️ 1k special coming soon!!

[skysdelusions]

Needy girl.

Summary: You wanted to make Chris jealous but you didn’t think it out enough.

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

Genre : little bit of angst , smut , fluff towards the end

word count : 1.4k

Warnings : cheating , name calling , rough handling, hair pulling , oral sex (m receiving) , spanking , rough sex , unprotected sex (don’t ), creampie , overstimulation.

Notes : I just be having lots of ideas for stray kids , they shall be coming soon though. I’m trying to get as much of these ideas out but this is my first time writing smut, I hope I did good, I could use some pointers as well. I was listening to railway and pornstar by nessa Barrett while writing this. The edit of Chris I saw was so good it made big mama throb😼.

(This is not proof read , forgive me🧍🏽‍♀️)

It was one of those days where you felt needy and when you were needy. You’d become a brat.

You had this crazy idea to get at Chris because he was still at the studio , working overtime when he was supposed to be home hours ago. You know how Chris got when you’d go out late without telling him or at least texting him and letting him know you were going out.

Your girls had asked if you wanted to go out a few hours earlier but you had the thought to decline but you were looking for some excitement right now so you hit your girls up and asked where’d y’all be going. After texting back and forth in the group chat , you started to get ready. You were feeling a low cut black dress with some small black heels. As you looked in the mirror , you could just imagine what Chris was going to do to you. All you wanted was to give him a taste of his own medicine.

The drive to the place your friends said you were meeting up at was a bougie club. (clubs just seem like a fitting setting for this rn) As you got out your car ,you noticed some messages from Chris.

Mr.Bang : Just got home, where are you ? 8:00pm

Mr.Bang : Hello? 8:30pm

Mr.Bang : Y/N , if your trying to be funny, it’s not funny. 8:50pm

When you noticed the time , it was 10 o’clock

“No point in backing out now .” Y/N thought

So you turned your phone off and went inside the club.

You noticed your girls at a table in the middle of the club so you walked to them.

“Hey bitches”

As you all started settling down , you decided to get the first round of shots because you were planning to have fun before Chris got to you but you knew when he came , you’d enjoy every moment of it.

After several rounds of shots , y’all started to disappear to the dance floor. You knew Chris was coming at any second because you never turned your location off. You didn’t want to tick him off bad , turning off your location would’ve sent him over the edge.

You were currently grinding on a random man , just thinking about Chris. You knew you were in for it. You were basically cheating on him. You loved Chris so much that you’d never cheat on him or hurt him. You just wanted to have fun and show him what it felt like when he promised he would be home more often but he broke the promise and that hurt.

You were just thinking , not noticing Chris walking into the club. You felt the urge to check your surroundings so you looked up and saw Chris basically exploding, what happened next was a blur. You were dancing on someone now being dragged out of the club by your very angry boyfriend.

“Chris” you called

He just flat out ignored you

When you got to his car , he basically threw you in the passenger seat. You guess you would come get your car tomorrow. If you could walk.

The car ride was silent. The silence made you uncomfortable but you were turned on. As Chris was pulling up to your shared apartment, you tried speaking to him but he just parked the car , got out , and dragged you out the car all the way up to the apartment.

When you guys were inside , you turned around while Chris had his back to you.

“Chris-“

“Shut the fuck up.” Chris said

“You didn’t return my messages because you just wanted to go out and whore yourself out with your friends.

“You want to be a slut , I’ll show you how sluts get treated.” Chris deadpanned

You couldn’t process what happened next but Chris grabbed you by your hair and dragged you to your shared bedroom. He had thrown you to the floor and made his way to the foot of the bed. You were rubbing your thighs together , you were so turned on. Chris watched you get off on his anger towards you. You tried to collect yourself but Chris yet again grabbed your hair and started to unbuckled his pants.

“You're getting off on this. Such a fucking slut”

You started to help Chris with his pants but he smacked your hands away.

“Don’t fucking touch me slut. Your only job is to suck my cock like a good slut. That’s all your fucking good for.” Chris said

Once he got his pants down, he took no time to just gather your hair up into a makeshift ponytail and shove your head down on his cock. You started to bob your head up and down but Chris being so big , it was getting hard for you to breathe.

slob was running all down your chin, eyes watering as you made eye contact with Chris.

Chris threw his head back and started to thrust his towards your face. You couldn’t breathe while Chris was fucking your throat but you were enjoying it so much, the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat , the sounds of his grunts and moans , you knew your voice was gonna be fucked in the morning (literally).

“Your gonna swallow all my cum amd if I so if see a little drop fall out your mouth , you won’t cum tonight.” Chris grunted out.

Chris was getting close and before you knew it , he was cumming down your throat. You made sure you didn’t spill any of it like his good girl. You loved the taste of him, salty.

“Strip.”

That’s all you had to hear and your clothes were off in a heartbeat.

Chris now has you bent over the edge of the bed. You felt his hand rub your ass then he stopped.

!THWAP!

The way you screamed as you felt Chris spank you. Chris had gotten his leather belt and he had the means to punish you right now before he fucked the lights out of you.

“You're gonna count everytime I hit you , if you mess up then we’ll started over, got it slut ?”

“Yes sir”

!THWAP!

“TWO”

!THWAP!

“T-THREE”

Chris continued until he had spanked you ten times. You were a sobbing mess right now , Chris dropped his belt and started to massage your sore and raw ass cheeks.

“Have you learned your lesson baby?”

“y-yes daddy , I’m sorry , I just missed you so much and I just wanted to feel how it felt when you broke your promise.” You cried

Chris' heart broke, you did all this because of him.

“I’m sorry baby, how bout daddy make it up to you hmm? You want daddy to fuck you to sleep ?”

“Yes daddy, I need it .”

Chris started to stroke his hard cock. He didn’t even want to prep you, he wanted to give his baby what she needed. Chris cock started to poke your entrance , you started to whine as you felt him bully his big cock in your little hole.

“Fuck daddy , too much”

“Shh baby , I got you” Chris groaned

It took a few minutes for Chris to bottom out but once he did , you were already fucked out , so full of his cock. Chris has started to set a brutal pace , knocking the air out of you.

You were clutching the sheets for dear life as Chris was brutally abusing your hole. You felt so overstimulated

“Fuck, too much daddy”

“Baby you can take it , I know you can”

Chris started to thrust faster , he was determined on stuffing you full of his come. Chris knowing you were close , you started to squeeze him in. You felt chris’ hand grab the back of your neck and push you further in the bed.

“I’m cumming”

“You gonna let daddy cum inside you huh baby? Let daddy make you a pretty mommy?”

“Yes daddy.” You moaned

With that you came hard, Chris wasn’t far behind you. He started ramming his hips into yours. Your hole wanted his cum so you started sucking him in and he came. You felt so full, you and Chris’ juices running down your legs.

Chris pulled out of you and you collapsed on the bed. As you started to fall asleep, Chris woke you up with a wet washcloth , he was cleaning you up. Once he was finished , he made sure you peed then he laid both of you down.

Chris kissed you goodnight and promised he’d do better.

[peacheeeliz]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ a funeral pyre spin-off!

SYNOPSIS ⤏ after niki takes over her old roommate's lease, y/n has a hard time adjusting to the new living arrangement. it's totally not because niki's life goal is to terrorize her or anything.

PARING ⤏ roommate!niki x promiscuous!fem reader

GENRE ⤏ smau, miniseries, rom-com, enemies to lovers, college au

FEATURING ⤏ heeseung, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon and niki from enhypen, anton from riize, wonyoung from ive, gunwook from zb1, danielle from newjeans

FACECLAIM ⤏ faceclaim for y/n purely for picture purposes!! (@ loveyeno on ig)

WARNINGS ⤏ swearing, kms/kys & lots of nsfw jokes, mentions of hook-ups and multiple partners, pls ignore timestamps 💔, y/n is a bit insufferable for awhile

PLAYLIST ⤏ pornstar, nessa barrett | let's be friends, emily osment | me and your mama, childish gambino | champagne & sunshine, plvtinum | one more night, maroon 5 | eyes don't lie, isabel larosa | die for me, chase atlantic | positions, ariana grande | r u mine, artic monkeys | hit my line, plvtinum

STARTED ⤏ 12.21.2024

STATUS ⤏ completed ♡

PROFILES & CHAPTERS

mean girls | niki & co.

001. roommate duties

002. where. tf. is my oat milk

003. what r u on rn...

004. jennifer's body ahh response

005. it's sad

006. time to lock in

007. sausage ur favorite 😒

008. RIKI'S HOME

009. maybe she kissed him

010. WHAT

011. make me

012. emotional support animal

013. sound familiar??

014. roomie things 😋 (373 wc)

015. god he's so hot

016. oh.. this is fitting

017. the prettiest girl

018. u better be running

☆©peacheeeliz, 2024

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ taglist is closed!

[slxt4chriss]

SIT PRETTY

Summary: Chris shows reader his license and she thinks he just looks so good…

Warnings: SMUTTTTTYYYY, BigDick!Chris, backseat sex, Smut with a plot, unprotected p in v, swearing, nicknames (baby, ma, etc.), touch of fluff

‘I can sit pretty, on your famous leather seats’

Dividers - @plutism

“So what do you think babe,?” He asked his hands snaking around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder from behind her. “I - it’s, wow” she said staring at the piece of plastic. “Huh?” He said looking at her aroused expression. “Do you like it?” He asked again this time watching her face as it stated in aw at the photo. “It’s fucking gorgeous” she said looking up at him and then back down to the license. “I mean I knew you were hot but damn” she mumbled.

“So that’s a yes?” He chuckled grabbing her chin and tilting it gently up toward his, “Yeah” she whispered looking him in his dead blue eyes. “It looks so good!” She said kissing his cheek and walking over to the counter and grabbing her purse. “Now take me for a spin!” She cheered proudly. “But first can you take this and pose? I wanna send it to mama Lou” She said handing him the license and snapping a quick photo, sending it to Marylou.

“Now let’s go for a drive!” She cheered proudly, and with that they were gone.

“Agh- fuck Chris” she moaned bouncing harder on his throbbing cock. “Shit baby, yeah just like that” he groaned throwing his head back on his leather seat. “Fuck your so hot like this” he said grabbing her tits and playing subtly with her hard nipples. “S-shit, mph, yes” she whined her hips stuttering as she reached peak pleasure.

“Damn if I knew, fuuck, you would act like this to my license I would’ve gotten it sooner” he laughed grabbing her hips and bouncing her watching her mouth drop in pure bliss. “Fuck Chris so good” she screamed her eyes rolling back in her head. “S’close, so close” she mumbled rolling her hips harder on his length.

“Yeah, go ahead baby sit pretty on my cock” he groaned rutting his hips into her puffy clit. “Make a mess on my cock ma” he groaned trying as hard as possible to keep himself from cumming on the spot. “Oh, I’m cumming” she moaned her mouth forming to perfect ‘o’. “S-shit Chris!” She screamed her head falling onto his shoulder, her body limp and sweaty.

“Shit your so fucking hot” he moaned as his release panties her insides white and warm. “Fucking love doing that” he whispered, tired from their actions. “Get yourself cleaned up, I’ll get you home and we’ll sleep okay?” He said fixing her messy hair and pulling out with a whine from her mouth, the sensitivity clear now. “Thank you Chris” she whined softly close to falling asleep in the backseat.

A/n: this has been in my drafts since dec 18😭 I’m finally getting motivation again!!! Anyways love you all!! And please if you drive be safe!!

©Slxt4chriss

[heeslomll]

The way we all know what happens when ”angel” is used but we still bully eachother w it… i love u hana<3

✧ Matchy, matchy ; S.J

Pairing: Bf!Jake x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: To be loved is to be known. And you were. And he was, too. You knew him and he knew you, and neither of you would have it any other way.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, down bad jake, down bad reader, freak: matched (lovingly), abandoned food, kissing, suggestive, gift giving as a love language,

A/n: happy anniversary to my beloved, @karinasbaby . My love for her inspired this, so… comeback?? Possibly. Stay tuned.

In the dimly lit, slightly damp hallway, Jake carefully turned the key in the lock, pushing the door open with the gentlest of nudges to avoid any noise. He slipped inside his apartment, his footsteps silent against the hardwood floor. The soft glow of evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warmth hue over the room.

He was about to head to your shared bedroom when an enticing aroma caught his attention, causing him to stop mid-step. His heart skipped a beat as he realized the source of the delightful smell was in fact, coming from his kitchen.

Tip-toeing closer, Jake poked his head into the kitchen to the sight of you standing at the stove, your back turned to him. You were humming a soft tune, completely absorbed in your cooking. The sight of you, dressed in one of his old t-shirts, hair loosely tied up, glasses resting on your head, made his heart swell until it almost burst out of his chest. 

Jake’s lips curved into a bright smile as he quietly moved towards you, setting the gift bag down by the wall. Careful not to make a sound, he reached your side and paused for a moment, taking in the scene. The table was set for two, candles ready to be lit, and the counters were adorned with fresh ingredients. Jake recognized the variety on the table and his smile widened. He knew what avocados and limes meant and his stomach rumbled.

Unable to resist any longer, he stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. You let out a small gasp of surprise, dropping the spoon you were holding as you turned your head to look at him, heart beating rapidly and eyes wide.

“Jake! Oh my gosh,” you exhaled, trying to catch your breath. “You scared me.” The smile that had twisted onto your lips and the sparkle in your shiny eyes told him that he had the same affect on you that you had on him. 

Jake kissed your cheek softly, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, angel.” He did, and she knew it, too. “I just couldn’t resist.” 

You laughed, a sound he was sure the tides pushed towards because you were a celestial being to him, bright and unearthly. If he could bottle your laugh and drink it, have it swim in his veins forever, he would. 

“Well, I missed you and I wanted to surprise you. How was the harbor?” You picked up the spoon once more and stirred the pot of beans and ground meat. Knowing this mood of his, you turned off the stove. 

You wouldn’t be eating anytime soon, anyways. 

“It was okay,” he murmured, tightening his embrace. “Riki fell into the water but it only reached his hips.” He grinned against your skin when you snickered. He could feel your body shake beneath his hands and he pressed himself against you tighter. “I missed you, baby.” 

You turned in his arms, facing him fully. Your eyes met his and you could feel every ounce of stress, every fleeting miscellaneous thought, fade away. His eyes, shiny and sparkling, held yours with nothing but heat and affection. 

Jake swallowed, afraid to blink. He was afraid that if he blinked, you may disappear. It didn’t matter how long he had you, he wanted you for longer. He wanted forever. Eternity, even, if he could ask for it. 

Your eyes glazed over his face, taking him in after not seeing him for a few hours. There was a small smudge of dirt under his right eye and you did the only thing you could do. Holding his chin in place, you licked your thumb and rubbed the dirt off his face. 

Jake stared at you feverishly, eyes on your face; taking in the way you slightly pouted your lips, sticking your tongue out a bit. It was a habit you had learned from him, one he cursed himself for all the time.

“There,” you mumbled to yourself. “All clean.” You dropped your hands to his chest and met his gaze. The warmth in it almost made your legs buckle but his grip held you upright. 

“I love you,” he said. Before you could say anything, he dipped his head towards yours. His lips hovered above your own as he whispered, “I got you something.” 

Your eyes fluttered shut and you tilted your head up, trying to meet his lips but he stayed slightly out of reach, forever teasing you. “Yeah? What’d you get me?”

Jake almost gave in, feeling your warm breath against his lips. He wanted to kiss you until you forgot your name, but he enjoyed this. He enjoyed making you wait, the push and pull.

“It’s a surprise,” he mumbled. “You have to sit on the couch.” His lips briefly, for the lightest of seconds, brushed against yours and you almost whined out his name. 

“Jake,” you exhaled, eyes squeezed shut. Jake loved you like this; all bothered and slightly desperate for him. Usually, he was the one like this, the one on the cusp of begging and asking. When he got you like this, oh, you looked stunning. “Come on,” you tried. “Tell me.” 

Jake simply shook his head, his lips brushing against yours tantalizing. “Gotta wait, angel.” His lips curled upwards at the small noise of frustration you made and he stepped back, hands dropping to his side. He watched with heated eyes as you blinked back into yourself. He loved being the only one to have you like this. 

Before he could take another step back, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards you, smashing your lips together. You swallow his slight gasp of surprise and smile against his lips as he melts into it, hands cupping the sides of your face as your lips move harshly against each other. 

Unable to help himself, Jake steps forward and pushes you backwards until your back is flush against the counter. The slight dig makes you gasp in pleasurable pain and he slips his tongue inside your mouth, laying claim to what already belongs to him. He grips the counter, caging you in.

You clutch his shirt, lips moving roughly against his. Jake slots his knee between your legs and the new pressure manages to pull a breathy moan out of you. Jake pulls away, eyes still shut as he tries to catch his breath. There’s a string of saliva that connects your bruised lips and he presses his lips against yours softly, licking your lips clean. 

“Fuck,” he exhales. He opens his eyes and almost groans at the sight of you; breathing deeply, lips red and plump, eyes slightly dazed. You looked almost fucked out and he hasn’t even touched you yet. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.” 

You laughed at his words and slid your hands up to the base of his neck. “So, this gift…” 

Grinning, Jake nipped at your lips before stepping back. “Go sit on the couch, pretty.” He simply shook his head when you frowned at him and he watched you reluctantly walk out of the kitchen and into the living room with eyes filled to the brim with adoration. 

He waited until he heard you fall back onto the couch. Even then, you called out and let him know you were sitting. He was sure his heart was going to burst out his ribs and break through his skin with the amount of love and affection he felt for you. 

Grabbing the small gift bag, Jake made his way to you. When you heard his footsteps, you straightened your back and turned to face him, giving him your utmost attention. Jake often gifted you small, minuscule things, and you loved and appreciated every single thing. It was how he loved, and so you always made sure to focus on him and what his gift was telling you. 

Kneeling down in front of you, he looked up at you as you shifted to the edge of the sofa. You spread your legs a bit and he shuffled between them. His lips twisted and you pinched his nose, immediately seeing the flicker of heat and desire that spread through his eyes. “Don’t even think about it,” you warned. 

“Jokes on you,” he smirked. “I’m always thinking about it.” 

You raised an eyebrow at him and traced the outline of his lips. “Freak.” 

“Matched,” he countered, licking your finger when you pressed it down on his bottom lip. 

You both grinned at each other before he cleared his throat and lifted the gift bag, moving it towards you. Gently, like it was made of gold, which to you, it practically was, you grabbed it and set it down on your thigh. 

Jake watched you curiously as you picked the gift wrapping sheets out of the bag. He stopped breathing momentarily when you reached into the bag and pulled out a small, coffee coloured teddy bear plushie. 

His eyes, which could never and would never stray from you, focused on your expression; the way your eyes widened in surprise and then fondness, the way your small smile twisted into a wide grin before your lips parted in content. He watched as your eyebrows raised in surprise, the way your eyes crinkled. 

You looked so happy, so adorable as you gently patted the bear's head. Lost in the gift, you barely noticed Jake’s warm gaze and the way he shuffled forward, resting his cheek against your other thigh. He was more than pleased with staring at you like this forever. 

“Jake,” you whispered, pulling him out of his staring. He blinked and lifted his head, shaking the hair out of his face. With one hand, you held the bear tightly. With the other, you brushed his hair out his face, smiling a little wobbly. “I love him. What’s the special occasion?” 

Jake shrugged, slightly overcome with emotion. He didn’t think he would be, but you had that effect on him. “It’s uh, well,” he licked his lips. “I saw him at the harbor and thought of you. I knew I had to win it for you.” 

You stared at him, eyes widening at his words before you bit your bottom lip. You glanced at the bear in your hands and let out a quiet chuckle. At the sound, Jake looked back at you, eyes sparkling. 

“Jake,” you sighed. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. His eyes shut automatically and he breathed out in content. “This is actually really funny,” you murmured against his skin. 

“Hm?”

Pulling away, you set the bear down beside you and tapped his head twice. He opened his eyes and frowned in confusion when you motioned for him to move. Looking like a kicked puppy, he shuffled backwards and gave you enough space to get up. 

From the carpet, he watched you as you walked to the breakfast table. You pulled a chair back and grabbed something he couldn’t see. Hiding the item from his sight, you turned to face him. There was a twinkle in your eye, one he loved to see but didn’t understand. 

“Sit up on the couch for me, baby.” You motioned him to get up with your head and like the obedient boyfriend he was, he pushed himself off the carpet and fell back onto the sofa. 

Satisfied, you walked towards him, hiding the item behind your back. Jake tried to glance around you but with one look, he sulked into the couch, crossing his arms. Tsking, you sank to your knees and he immediately spread his legs. 

Your eyes traveled from his thighs up to his eyes and his eyes crinkled in amusement, an arrogant smirk ghosting on his lips. “Thinking about it, aren’t you, angel?”

You licked your lips, trying to focus on the present in your hands. “Don’t be freaky right now, Jake. We’re trying to be sentimental.” 

“So you are thinking about it,” he mused, spreading his legs further. You blinked and tried to ignore his tactics. It wasn’t even your fault really, not when his feelings and excitement were practically staring right in the face. 

Clearing your throat, you pinched his thigh to get his mind out of the gutter. Once the lust in his eyes died down a bit, you smiled bashfully at him. 

“What’re you hiding, angel? What’s in your hand?” He tried to hide the curiosity in his voice but you caught it. Because, while he liked to give you things, you also liked to give him things. Despite his calm demeanor, you knew he was always excited. Just like you were. 

Gosh, the stars really did love you both. 

“Well,” you started. “It’s funny that you got me that bear because I…” When your explanation fell short, you brought the bear in your hand towards Jake, handing it to him. He stared at the chocolate covered teddy bear in pure astonishment, almost like it couldn’t be real. 

You shuffled forward, resting your hand on his thigh. Rubbing small circles on his skin, you tried to ground him. Despite getting small gifts from you all the time, he took them each to heart. You wondered when he would accept the love he deserved. 

With a gentleness that made your stomach tingle, he held the bear carefully in his hand. It was small in his hands, but the weight of it felt almost overwhelming. You watched as his eyes glistened with something adoring, the way his lips parted prettily, curving into a smile so bright and beautiful it could have blinded you. 

“Angel,” his voice was hoarse with emotion, “why did you… how?” With soft, featherlike fingers, he caressed the bear as if it was your skin. His eyes were filled with wonder and if you could have captured this moment in its exactness, you would have lived in it. 

“I saw it the other day while I was shopping. It reminded me of you so I bought it.” 

Your words snapped something in him and he set the bear down, eyes ablaze. You barely got enough time to look at him before he scooped you into his arms and set you in his lap. Blinking, you stared at him, dumbfounded. 

With your legs on either side of him, you shuffled a bit closer until you were comfortable. Then, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against his chest, his hands wrapping around your waist. 

“Hi,” you whispered. 

His lips wobbled and he brushed his nose against yours. “Hi, angel.” 

“So, do you like the bear I got you?” 

Pressing a kiss to your jaw, he nodded. “I love it so much. So, so, much. I can’t believe we got matching plushies accidentally.” 

You laughed and kissed the edge of his smile, wanting to bask in it forever. “We match each other's freaks so well. We’re practically soulmates at this point.” 

Pulling away, he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “The fuck you mean practically? We are soulmates. I’m marrying you. We’re going to die together and be buried together in one casket.” 

“Oh.” You grinned at him. “Okay, baby. Whatever you say.” 

He tiled your head upwards and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Then, he grabbed both of the bears and handed you yours while he kept his close to his chest. “What are you naming him?” 

You hummed in thought and stared at the bear in your hand. Naming your plushies was important to you. Names were important, and they had to be meaningful. Jake shouldn’t have been so turned on while watching you think of a name for a plushie, but he was. He knew you could feel it, but, having your priorities straight, you ignored him. 

“I kind of like Buoy.” 

Jake blinked at you before he softly laughed, amazed at your naming ability. “Buoy?” 

“Yeah, Buoy. Named after that slightly orange buoy by the harbor. That, and you’re my anchor. Always keeping me afloat and all.” 

Jake wasn’t a crier, but the amount of times he had almost burst into years tonight had hit a new record. Trying to swallow the emotion that bubbled in his throat, he rested his head against your chest, hiding in your embrace. You laughed at his antics and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“What about you? What are you naming her?” 

Jake lifted his head and the look in his eyes made you hold your breath. You could feel every single vein in your body vibrate and you knew you were in for a long night. 

“I’m naming her Quesadilla.” The seriousness in his voice threw you off and you weren’t sure if you should laugh or clap him on the back. Instead, you simply raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Why Quesadilla?” 

“I’m naming her that in honour of the quesadillas we won’t be eating tonight.” 

“What are you–” You were cut off by Jake tightening his grip on you and flipping you over. A surprised laugh escaped your lips as you found yourself lying beneath him on the couch, his body hovering over yours.

You weren’t sure where your bears had gone, but that was the least of your worries. Jake leaned down, his face inches from yours, eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart beat in your ears.  “I’m only hungry for you tonight, pretty girl.” His lips hovered above your own and your throat went dry. 

You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek as you smiled up at him. “Have me then, Jake.” 

Jake’s expression softened and he closed the distance between you, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. It was a simple tease, a highlight as to how the night was going to go, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You would, after all, have your fun after he had his. 

[hansolsticio]

✦ — "período fértil". ᯓ svt (pu).

— jun, hoshi, minghao & dino × leitora. — 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮: headcanon (smut). — 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1192. — 𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗼𝘀: oral (f), linguagem imprópria, exibicionismo. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀: que feio eu ter demorado mil anos pra fazer com a performance unit (o hao ameaçou me deserdar

── ★ ˙ ̟ wen junhui ᝰ .

→ É um dos que finge não perceber, mas não pelos motivos já apresentados. O Jun não curte te dar reações muito exageradas ou explícitas sobre esse tipo de coisa, porque não quer que você sinta vergonha de algo que é tão natural.

→ Te observa o tempo inteiro, então sabe te ler muito bem.

→ E quando nota alguma coisa fora do normal sempre dá um jeitinho de ficar à sós contigo. Se perceber que três ou quatro beijinhos gostosos não resolveram, arruma uma forma de te levar para casa sem fazer alarde.

→ Faz questão de te pegar de jeito só 'pra garantir que vai te deixar satisfeita. Jun sabe que você só sossega quando foder ele, mas fica cansadinha demais se sentar por muito tempo.

→ Te dá um oral dos deuses, babando sua buceta inteirinha e esfregando o nariz nela sem pudor algum. Mama seus peitinhos como ninguém. Enche seu corpo todinho de beijo e mordidinha. Te coloca de quatro e soca três dedos em você até te fazer chorar. Brinca com seu outro buraquinho... honestamente acho que o Jun não deixa nada passar.

→ E só quando você estiver molinha, burrinha de tanto gozar, só aí que ele vira seu brinquedinho.

→ O homem te conhece a tempo suficiente 'pra saber que, nessa época do seu ciclo, depois do segundo orgasmo qualquer resquício de vergonha sai do seu corpo. Vira putinha, faz o que bem entende com ele.

→ Jun aprendeu a amar esse seu lado no primeiro tapa no rosto que levou enquanto te assistia sentar nele. Ele sabe que existem circunstâncias específicas que te deixam nesse estado, por isso sempre segue tudo à risca quando sente um tiquinho mais de carência da sua parte.

→ "Bate mais forte, linda. Cacete, eu vou gozar..."

── ★ ˙ ̟ kwon soonyoung (hoshi) ᝰ .

→ É a época mais feliz da vida dele. Desde que você explicou pro Soonyoung o que é um período fértil e o que acontece com você nessa fase, ele aguarda ansiosamente todos os meses.

→ O corpo de Soonyoung é basicamente mais seu do que dele a esta altura, mas isso fica bem mais explícito nessa época. Ele tá sempre pronto para te dar o que você quiser, quando e onde você quiser. Fica duro 'pra caralho com a mera menção de que você precisa da atenção dele.

→ Tem energia de sobra, então é outro Mingyu da vida. Quer foder o tempo o todo e todo o tempo, definitivamente não te deixa passando vontade.

→ De verdade, ele não sossega enquanto não te deixar chorando igual puta no pau dele. Soonie vive para te fazer feliz, se recusa a deixar o amor da vida dele insatisfeita.

→ Porém, isso é uma faca de dois gumes: você precisa colocar limite. O homem não é um sem noção, mas perde a mão muito fácil quando é o seu prazer em jogo.

→ Se dá por inteiro. Fode forte e sempre aproveita 'pra te encher de mordida e marca pelo corpo todo — pois sabe que no estado que ele te deixa você é incapaz de reclamar de alguma coisa.

→ Fica tão agitado que não sabe o que quer. O pau cheio e pesadinho te abre sem piedade, mas quando você vai ver já tem três dedos bem no fundo da sua bucetinha, enquanto Soonyoung te chupa só 'pra ver se consegue te fazer esguichar — vira quase uma bonequinha de teste.

→ Não te dá descanso e é cara de pau o suficiente de te acordar no meio da noite só 'pra transar.

→ "Ela ainda 'tá toda meladinha, amor. Deixa eu foder de novo, vai?"

── ★ ˙ ̟ xu minghao ᝰ .

→ Sabe aquele vídeo dele pedindo para uma carat implorar? Então... ele provavelmente vai fazer isso contigo. Vai usar a mesma carinha com o mesmo sorrisinho safado 'pra te fazer pedir por ele. Não vê motivos para esconder que é tudo provocação e te faz implorar mais ainda se você apontar esse fato.

→ Normalmente, Minghao já é um amante lento, paciente e sensual. Sua pressa não vai fazer nada, senão deixá-lo com mais vontade de te torturar. Ele sabe que o seu corpo já está sensível, então se aproveita disso para te sobrecarregar mais ainda com uma série de estímulos sutis e prolongados. Hao nunca passa uma chance de te fazer chorar de tesão.

→ Então pode fazer quanta birra você quiser, reclamar e praticamente suplicar pra ele te deixar gozar de uma vez. Não adianta.

→ Se ele precisar te amarrar, ele vai (na verdade, talvez até prefira assim). Usa o peso do próprio corpo contra você para te deixar quietinha e até mesmo te ameaça dizendo que se não tiver paciência e se comportar vai ter que se virar sozinha. Usa os dedos e a boquinha bonita no seu corpo inteiro e te beija devagarzinho só para te amolecer ainda mais.

→ Além disso, ele ama, repito: AMA fingir que está te comendo por cima das roupas mesmo. Prende seus bracinhos contra a cama, abre suas pernas e 'fode' gostosinho — você jura que quase consegue sentir. É um canalha de marca maior, porque te força a ficar de olhinhos abertos vendo cada uma das expressões de prazer dele. Geme baixinho, elogia sua bucetinha, fala todo grogue que vai gozar gostoso dentro dela... a atuação perfeita — tudo isso sem te tocar diretamente uma vez sequer.

→ E você genuinamente acha que vai desmaiar de tesão em algum momento (se é que isso é possível). Tão molhadinha que tem certeza de que ele consegue sentir através dos tecidos.

→ "Não faz essa carinha 'pra mim, amor. Se quer mesmo ganhar pau vai precisar pedir direitinho."

── ★ ˙ ̟ lee chan (dino) ᝰ .

→ Channie = pau-mandado.

→ No começo do relacionamento de vocês até havia certa timidez, Chan não tinha certeza de quais eram seus limites e era meio novo nessa coisa inteira de namorar.

→ O início foi meio embaraçoso, mas igualmente excitante — logo após sua primeira vez com Chan foi como viver um período fértil muito prolongado: estava o tempo inteiro com tesão. E, ainda assim, ele se sentia meio travado, especialmente quando você sugeria algo mais arriscado.

→ Mas hoje em dia? Você não precisa pedir nada mais de uma vez. Ele obedece na primeira, sempre obedece. Te vê quase como uma divindade, então te obedece igual cachorrinho, mesmo que precise se virar com as consequências depois.

→ Você tá carente e quer foder na sala de prática? Okay. Chan te puxa pro cantinho e te come ali mesmo. Nem faz questão de se despir ou de tirar tua roupa, só arrasta sua calcinha de ladinho e te fode de frente pro espelho.

→ O Seungcheol entrou? Poxa, que pena. Mas o Channie não pode parar agora, não quando a princesinha dele 'tá quase gozando, toda manhosinha. Você ficou tão necessitada o dia inteiro, mal saiu do pé do seu namorado. Ele não pode te negar isso agora.

→ E outra, o Cheol entende que vocês são jovens e cheios de energia, não é? Ele não vai julgar — é o que seu namorado pensa.

→ Por isso continua metendo gostosinho, a vozinha dengosa no seu ouvido te pedindo para fechar os olhinhos. Só seu prazer importa agora, mais nada.

→ "Shhhhh, calminha. Ele mal 'tá te vendo, amor. Goza pro seu Channie, goza."

# — © 2024 hansolsticio ᯓ★ masterlist.

[icarusredwings]

hey!! do you think wade would like princess and the frog (2009)? it's my all time fav movie and i absolutely love rewatching it every once in a while (when i start forgetting it again 'x3)

All of them absolutely LOVE this movie. This is an all ages kind of movie. He asks for it by name most times calling it "Princess Tia" or "The froggies"

Older wade is completely obsessed with the way Naveen flirts with her, stares at her, tries his best after getting to know her. He's pointed out the wedding scene SO many times to Logan that it started making him a little nervous. It's quite obvious what he wanted and he was in the part of their relationship where he was scared because the last time he had a wife she betrayed him and died. He doesn't want to feel like hes replacing her either so he just swallows and silently nods. "Y-yeah.. pretty, huh?" Wade will nod with the biggest smile "Mhm!!"

He loves everything about it! He loves how Tiana came from a poor household and yet was still so full of love (he wished he had that) he loves the princess aspects of it, all of it, he thinks lottie is funny, he likes the shadowman to the point Nessa's wade giggles when ever hes on screen, logan's wade loves Mama ooni even though she's kinda weird and blind but any blind character in his head is Al and it makes him so happy when she helps the frogs, He likes that Naveen would give up his royal life just to dance and play music, he LOVES Raymond's and Evangeline's parts, he knows shes the moon and sometimes after watching this, he'll stick half his body out the window to tell her (the moon) goodnight.

"Wolvie says it's bedtime. Night night Evangeline!"

"Get in here!! You're going to fall out the damn window!" (Which has happened before)

"Oh- I have to go. Kitty's mad at me again. Night night! Don't let the bed bugs bi-"

"WADE!"

"Bye!"

Its also a little uncomfortable for him to talk about their relationship while he was like this. It felt unfair and the idea of him being intimate with a kid who was clapping and giggling over Tia finally getting her business made him feel like Lottie in that one scene where shes dancing with Naveens younger brother. "How old are you again??" "Im 6!" "Ah-..."

[idollete]

juju pensei num cenário e fale sobre: pensa na leitora indo dar a primeira mamada da vida dela (e os meninos sabiam e tavam sabendo q não ia ser absurdo de bom e q ia guiar ela), mas quando a loba bota o pau na boca acaba q ela é muito boa, sabe fazer tudo direitinho e da a melhor mamada da vida deles. como seria a reação dos queridos? fale sobre isso por favor

o simón e o jerónimo provavelmente tiraram uma ondinha com a sua cara quando você disse que queria testar e aprender a mamar eles, tudo pra te provocar, claro, mas eles não estavam contando com muita coisa assim. a marra some na hora exata em que você põe o pau deles na boca, indo até mais além do que eles achavam que você conseguiria, e literalmente tira as palavras deles, porque os dois emudecem na hora. só conseguem gemer e o simón até diz um "porra, vai com calma, vida, ou eu vou acabar gozando", porque ele sabe que tá por um triz de se desfazer ali mesmo. e é o que acaba acontecendo, ele goza super rápido e não consegue nem reagir, fica todo largado no sofá, com o peito ofegante e tentando assimilar o que acabou de acontecer. o jerónimo enlouquece é quando você tenta fazer uma garganta profunda nele (ele tem uma carinha de quem se chama nessas insalubridades) e a boca fica aberta em um O perfeito quando você consegue depois de algumas tentativas. tudo que ele consegue fazer também é gemer e dizer o quanto ele precisa muito te foder naquele momento.

enzo: é um choque para o enzo. um choque mesmo! ele até vai ficar com a boca aberta de surpresa (e de tesão) quando você é mais ousada e mama as bolas dele também, te olha como quem não acredita no que está vendo, a expressão fica congelada, mas você consegue perceber pelo brilho dos olhos que ele tá implodindo de prazer, o que vai te fazer se empenhar ainda mais no que está fazendo. ele perde todas as coisas que pensou em te dizer, sejam provocações, dicas ou elogios. o enzo simplesmente perde a capacidade de articular frases coerentes e a expressão que ele faz quando goza é impagável, porque ele vai se desfazer como nunca na vida. é intenso e muito sujo, porque ele respinga por todos o seu rostinho, já que nem avisar conseguiu.

pipe: esse aqui é, de longe, o que mais aproveita a situação. tinha se preparado pra te dar umas dicas aqui e ali, mas queria que você se descobrisse também. quando ele percebe que você é basicamente pro naquilo que está fazendo, o pipe só vai revirar os olhos, tombar a cabeça para trás e ficar paradão ali recebendo a mamada of a lifetime enquanto te enche de praise e te diz que você é uma boa garota, que tem a melhor boquinha que ele já sentiu e que vai te encher de porra como recompensa.

matías: ele com certeza tava no meio de alguma provocação barata quando você resolveu dar o troco e engolir o pau dele por completo, "você conseguiu ficar com uma carinha ainda mais de puta com o meu pa-", a frase morre ali mesmo, porque quando a cabecinha dele bate na sua garganta e ele sente o aperto (o seu engasgo), o matías enlouquece. chega a esbugalhar os olhos, "onde você aprendeu isso, garota?!" e depois disso aqui ele é só gemidos e palavrões, todas as degradações escapam da mente dele e ele até vai ficar meio descontrolado e descompensado, querendo mais e mais de ti, te pega pelos cabelos, quando percebe que você aguenta o tranco, e vai foder a sua boquinha com vontade, nem parece que é a primeira vez. e essa perda de controle te excita, pois ele geralmente é muito sóbrio em momentos assim, já que sabe que a sua experiência é pouca, e saber que foi você quem o fez perder a pose é um tesão puro.

[avid-idiot]

New phone case acquired. Time to break this one too >:)

[mattscoatedcock]

PORNSTAR ⭐️ - M.S

~ smut, dom!matt, shy!reader ~

you knew matt was a pornstar since you guys started dating 8 months ago, and he knew you still had your v card, so what would happen if you asked him to take it away on camera?

you and matt were watching a movie on the couch downstairs, you couldn’t keep your mind off matts beautiful deceiving blue eyes, focusing on the tv. he was also wearing that one black tank top you adored. thoughts popped up in your mind, you tried to focus on the movie but nothing would take your mind off matt. “matty..” you ask shyly, “yes love?” he asked looking down at your ‘innocent’ eyes. “i was thinking of doing something but.. i dont know.” you struggle to tell him your idea. “tell me baby” he kisses your on your head. “m.. i. i was thinking of doing it today..” you hide your embarrassment in his lap. “what do you mean?” “im ready for you matt.. o- on camera.” “you wan’ me to fuck you, on camera?” you nod slowly. “i- ive just never done this- a- and i dont know what to do-“

“relax baby.. i gon’ help you..” matt says slowly rubbing his thumb over your clit. you slightly moan at the feeling of it. “s’ okay mama..” “m- more matt..” “use your words ma’..” “touch me more please” matt sets his camera up against the table with one hand and pulls your panties down with the other. “fuck.. your so wet, s’ for me huh?” his long fingers dig into you, you moan as he hits your g spot. “your pussys made fo’ me sweetheart” “s- stop teasing matt..” he nods and takes his sweatpants and boxers off, his dick slapping against his stomach with pre-cum leaking out. he warms it up and lines the tip against your entrance. “ready, sweetheart?” you nod as approval and he pushes it inside you. “s’ good f’me..” you both moan at the feeling.

“matt m’ gonna cum..” “yeah? cum for me then” he says slapping your ass. you release on him and not long after he does too. “you did so well, we are definitely doing this again.” he places a kiss on your head and helps you run a shower to clean you up.

[karinasbaby]

heeslomll posted meaning it’s time for karinasbaby to be buried officially

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♡enhypen legal line x female reader (messages)

♡warnings: suggestive minors dni!!!, cursing, back w down bad insane enha, we cheered fr😍😍 horny horny

♡an: this was requested as well!! I hope u like it. Ily shawties<3

[loveneversleepss]

TROPE SERIES: Bang Chan

Mama's boy/royalty pt.3

Pairing: childhood friend!Chan x female reader (reader has assigned name). 

Trope: second chance, childhood love

Warnings: cursing, jealousy, slight angst, bullying, smut duh, unprotected sex (srry), oral sex, nicknames, blood and death. 

w.c: 10 k

Has anyone told you to not trust boys? You learned that the hard way. You fell in love with one.

It didn’t happen all at once. It was all so innocent, simply a friendship in the beginning. That’s where you made the mistake, becoming friends with him. 

~~~~

It was the first day of kindergarten, everything felt so new. You stood at the front of the gates, hand in hand with your father. You turned to him nervously, biting the inner corner of your cheek. He smiled reassuringly at you and squeezed your little hand. “It will be alright, you got this. Keep your head up.” He handed you your lunch pail and pinched your cheek teasingly, it hurt but in a way it helped you. Helped you to muster up the courage to march into the gates and begin a new start. 

But as soon as you stepped near your class, you were pushed over. Your hands scraped across the pavement and you scrunched up your nose in pain. “Oops.” you turned your head to see the culprit, a boy laughing with his group of friends. He reached out his hand for you to grab and you hesitated. “Not gonna take it? Fine.” He kicked your lunch pail away, the food trampling out. He tugged on your pigtail, hard and pushed you over on your back. “From now on, I will make your life a living hell.” He licked the palm of his hand and smeared it across your face. You laid frozen as he walked away, tears flowing in your eyes. 

“Are you okay?” A brown haired boy came running to you, he kneeled down next to you. He stuck out his hand, but you didn’t hesitate to take it. “Don’t cry,” he wiped a tear off your cheek. You stared at his reassuring look, his soft dimples really popped out to you. “Come on, let’s tell the teacher.” He held you the whole way, spoke for you about what happened when you couldn’t speak up. But what they said next, ruined you.

“Oh, he’s just a boy.” you were stunned. It felt wrong. Why would they dismiss it just like that? Just because he’s a boy? Because you did something to make him do it? No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t do anything for him to do that, for him to touch you in that way. He practically walked away with a slap on the wrist. 

“I'm sorry about that,” the boy apologized to you. He held out a piece of licorice to see if it would make you feel better. “Why are you sorry? You weren’t the one who hurt me,” you took it and snapped off a piece with your mouth. He sighed heavily, “I just wish I could’ve done more to help.” You patted his back, “you did help, you saved me.” He smiled brightly at you, which made you smile. “Anyways, I’m Chan.” you cleared your throat, “I’m Vanessa.” He frowned and tilted his head, “I think I’ll call you Nessa instead.” You giggled, no one’s ever called you that before. He wrapped his pinky around his, “as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you.” you wanted to believe it, so you did.

Although it didn’t get better. You dreaded each day of elementary school, you were constantly bullied by that boy. Theo was his name. Chan tried his best to save you. You appreciated him so much. He was the light at the end of the cold, dark tunnel. But remember that teacher? You found out that was his mother. She always seemed to have something against you. Even though they lived next door, you weren't allowed over. But he always came to yours.

Chan had invited you over for a playdate once for the first time. Which ended up being your last. You were eating cookies on his bedroom floor when she stormed in. She snatched the cookie from your hand and demanded you go home. She said, “you’re damaged goods.” Which at the time you didn’t know what she meant. But now you realized she was talking about that incident. But, there was a time where Chan and you didn’t talk.

~~

“Chan!” You ran over to him, your backpack flinging side to side with your movements. “Look what I got you~” You said in a singsong voice and pulled out a cup that had Spider-Man on it. You expected him to be beaming with joy, but he wasn’t. He stared at it with no expression and then changed his gaze to the side. “I can’t talk to you anymore.” Your hands dropped to your side, cup in hand and your face frowned. “Why?” His eyes flickered behind you, and you turned to see his mom standing with her arms crossed, glaring at you. You turned back around to look at him, he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry Nessa.” He walked to his mom and she patted his head and pushed him in front of her, leaving you alone with the cup.

After that, everything got worse. You were bullied even worse, and you still held onto hope that one day, Chan would come to your rescue. But it faded as you were kicked and slapped by those boys. Your worst nightmare, provided by Theo, came true. “You’re pathetic!” Kick. “No one wants to be your friend.” Spit. “Not even Chan. Your true love!” He laughed and mocked you. You guess you blacked out once you felt a blow to your head. You felt yourself wake up, but your eyes did not open, but you were aware of your body. “Please be okay,” you heard a sob and recognized the voice. Chan. His arms were around yours, holding you tight. 

“Will she be okay?” you heard a male voice and didn’t recognize it. “Move aside, let me help her.” He let go of you and your eyes fluttered open. You gasped hard at the stranger in front of you. You screamed, “stay away!” You crawled away and cradled yourself . “Nessa, it’s okay. It’s just your dad.” you stared at him in disbelief. “What do you want?” His dad sighed and approached cautiously, “we’re just gonna dress your wounds.” 

~

He walked you home after, holding you up. How the heck are you gonna explain what happened to your parents? “What am I gonna say to them?” Chan shook his head, he had no idea either. “I had no idea what to do earlier. your dad is a doctor and I didn’t know who else to call for help.” You broke away from his hold. “You don’t have to tell me anything.” You began to walk on your own up the driveway when he stopped you. “I still wanna be friends with you.” you stopped in your tracks and looked at him with disgust. “Why now?” He rocked himself back and forth while keeping his head down, “I didn’t know what to do. I always listen to your mom.” you rolled your eyes and scoffed, and was about to say a smart remark but he beat you to it. “But I don’t want to anymore. All you want, more than anything, is to be your friend.” 

He picked up his head and his pinky rose. “I swear to be your friend, now and forever.” It was cheesy and made you cringe, but also made you smile. You walked over and entangled yours with his. “Friends.” You felt a sudden urge to kiss his cheek, so you leaned forward and tried to peck his cheek. But he turned suddenly and your lips pushed into his. Your first kiss. You jumped back and then you heard the door open, your parents gasp. Right. Now to explain the cuts. They ran to you and cautiously examined me. You simply told them, “I had a little spar with a girl.” They stared at each other and chose to believe you. They led you back inside and before you entered your house, you made sure to wake Chan goodbye. He waved back with a silly grin and you knew everything would go back to normal. 

~~

But it didn’t, after a short 6 years. He moved away to Korea, and the only life you knew was gone. “I don’t want you to go!” You cried in his arms, begging him. You were shaking and holding onto him with the hope of convincing him. “I have to Nessa,” you shook your head no and sobbed. “My mom insists I have to go. Please understand,” he holds onto you equally hard as you. You look up at him, his dimples as prominent as ever. “I’ll be back by the time we go to highschool, I promise.” He held his pinky out to me, and you tied yours around his. “You better.”

You had a very hard time during those years. The bullying didn’t stop until something happened. Surprisingly Theo left you alone. His goons didn’t but he didn’t engage in any action towards you. But you remember a day, you had come home with bruises from them. It was your 7th grade year. He had watched and stood away from engaging. After they were done with you, he stayed standing above you. You were crying and holding your wounds, you glared at him. “What did you ever do to you?!” You trembled as he stepped towards you. “Why do I deserve this?” He tried to reach out for you but you backed away in fear. “I’m sorry, we’ll leave you alone.” He kept his word, he left you alone and so did his friends from ever uttering your name again. 

When you came home, your parents were furious. They had a huge fight, saying things like, “this is all your fault our daughter is like this!” “You don’t know what I’ve been doing for her!” You walked away and waited outside for the arguing to stop. You sat on the grass and watched the sunset, your favorite thing to do since you were a child with Chan. But he’s gone now. Because of his mom. You checked your messages, and he texted you a few minutes ago. 

Me                  2:05pm

Have you made friends yet?

Channie<3            2:36pm

Yeah, I have

There’s this one girl who sat by me in class today. 

She's really nice and gave you half of her lunch since I love triangle kimbap :)

She asked me to hangout after school tmrw

You stared at the message and had this terrible feeling grow in your heart. You felt as if you were going to throw up. You clocked your phone off and clenched it, a girl huh? Will she be your replacement? You can’t think like that. You’ll answer him later. 

“Nessa!” you shuddered at the name. No one’s called you that since he did. You turned to see Chan’s mom, Celeste, calling you over. Your heart dropped and your fists clenched as you faked a smile. She took it as an invitation to come over to you. “Oh my! What happened to you!” You have no idea how much you hate this woman. She sighed heavily, “I wanted to apologize for your past mistakes..” you stood confused, she wants to apologize? “I never should’ve treated you that way and you want to make it up to you.” you sighed, listening to her. Her head tilts to the side and she looks around, “Why don’t you come inside?” That was the last place you wanted to be. You hear a glass shatter from inside your house and close your eyes at the thought. But you needed someone. You needed to be anyplace that could get your mind off things. You nod your head and follow her.

~

She motions for you to sit at the chair in front of her. You sit reluctantly and she sits across from you. “Are you having problems at school, Nessa?” You rolled your eyes, “are you trying to play the concerned neighbor? What exactly do you want?” She laughed to herself and set her cupped hands on the table. “You’re smart, you knew I had a motive.” You nod your head and shoot her a glare saying ‘get on with it.’ “I have this side gig now, it will train you physically to be a so-called bounty hunter. It pays good money and I think it would help with your situation.” You bit your bottom lip, this would lead you to beat people up and one day. Have to kill someone for money. She reaches for your hand on the table, “you don’t have to make a decision now. I’m asking for a lot.” You clench your hand under hers. “Will you promise not to force you to do anything you won’t want to?” She sits back and thinks for a while, then she says, “deal. I won’t force anything on you.” 

I paused, “I don’t think it would be good for me.” she frowned and clicked her tongue. “I know Chan would’ve liked that we get along. This could’ve been our chance..” she sighed and sat back in her chair. You fidgeted and thought, then came to a conclusion. “Fine, I’ll do it.” She gave you the details, you would meet up at her house after school and she would take you to a training place. You described it to your parents as tutoring since she was a teacher and you needed extra help. It was all a lie. You tried to keep in contact with Chan afterwards. But after you found out news about the new girl, you didn’t want to talk to him. 

Me                      6:56pm

Ugh I’m so tired from today.

Channie                9:17pm

Were you working out?

Me                      9:20pm

Something like that

How’s Korea going?

Channie                9:24pm

Omg I totally forgot to tell you!

Me                      9:27pm

Tell me

??

Channie                9:33

I started dating that girl, yk the one who shared her lunch with me

Anyways you found out we have a lot in common

Her name’s soojin 

Read

You decided not to answer him. The news shattered me. You cried for days in secret. You trained at your hardest and used that pain to get you through everything. Fuck him. 

The training was extreme; One day, you felt your emotions really hard. “Harder!” She yelled and you kicked with force. “Harder!” you kicked one again with more force. “Harder Nessa!” you kicked your hardest and began panting. She got in your face and started to scream, “that’s what you call a kick? How pathetic, you’re better than this!”

“I’m trying ma’am.” She scoffed and laughed as if you told a hilarious joke. “You’re not trying hard enough.. you’re weak! An embarrassment if you ever think that’ll be good enough!” You took the words to heart. You shook your head as tears began to pile up. “I am good enough-“ She pushed you back a little, “no you’re not!” your anxiety and fear turned into anger. It began to build. “My son would never want anyone like you!” You screamed and kicked with full force, the bag broke off the hook and landed on the floor. The spot where you kicked, broken in and fabric falling out. 

You breathed heavily and she applauded, “see what happens when you use your emotions? You get better. No need to be afraid of them.” That was the first lesson she taught me. The next training for years was learning to fight, flexibility training, weapons mastery, and horrible endurance training. Putting you under water for minutes to build up your breath-holding skills, running in rain and heat, learning to take hits, and the most important lesson. Loyalty training which had you under torturing mechanisms.

The training definitely helped you defend yourself better. It also grew your confidence and helped you establish yourself. You were a high performing student, having the best grades and always having an honor roll. You grew into your looks and explored styles and makeup. Perfecting it during those three years. You realized you had truly evolved at one of your training sessions. 

Chan’s mom, Celeste always admired you after you excelled. “Perfect, Nessa. You’ve really turned into a prodigy.” And always after that, she would slither off into meetings. You felt real progress and extreme satisfaction with yourself. You had grown really close to Celeste as after training she would take you out. You were the daughter she never had. At dinner you had asked her about Chan. She frowned, “I can’t say anything about his situation since he’s in Korea but.. You can say you don’t approve of this supposed relationship of his.” You choked on your soda. You cleared your throat and smiled, “you know about it?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “of course I do. You know everything. But when he comes back and still with said girlfriend. It won’t last, trust me.” 

You giggled, knowing that she doesn’t approve. Because you know she’ll do everything in her power to ensure it. He’s a mama's boy, he’ll do anything she says. You were assigned your first job, in eighth grade. To find and capture a man, no one would suspect a child like you to do it. But you successfully did, and you became one of the best bounty hunters she had. And the youngest. your jobs would be easy, you would always get them done like nothing. But you realized outside of doing this job. You had nobody. You expressed your feelings to Celeste. She understood you and never made you feel that you didn’t matter. The next day, you came to find a boy standing in your training spot. You recognized him, he was Chan’s friend when you weren’t talking. The ray of sunshine. What would he be doing here?

Celeste called you to her and the boy turned to you, “Felix this is Nessa. Your mentor.” you looked at her in disbelief. Mentor? He smiled brightly at you, practically blinding you. “Hi,” he said and you smiled back at him awkwardly. You nodded your head and Celeste grinned, “you will be working together from now on. So, best get to know each other.” You bit the inside of your cheek, looks like she intended for him to be with you, so you’re no longer lonely. She walked away and patted your back. He smiled awaiting your attention. “First thing, you’re gonna have to get rid of that smile.” He frowned immediately, “wouldn’t it be more convincing that I was good?” You shook your head, “you’re trying to go unnoticed, not show off your charisma.” 

“So you think I have charisma?” You ignored him and led him to the mat. “Come on, show you what you got.” He stood confused and uncomfortable. “You want me to fight you? But you’re a girl.” You smirked and charged at him, dropping down and sliding against the floor, hooking his leg and down he went. He slammed against the mat with a groan and gripped his shoulder. “First lesson, it doesn’t matter who your target is. You get the job done.” He jumped up and assumed a fighting stance. You adjusted his arms, “sloppy.” You brought them up and gave it a stern shake, “this needs to be strong. The basics need to be laid down correctly or you will practice it wrong.” 

He looked fondly into your eyes, which made you freeze. “Chan was an idiot to leave you.” you dropped down again and swiped his leg. But this time he didn’t budge and dodged you. He smirked and brought you up by your chin, “I won’t make the same mistake.” you shoved him off, “No more talking from you.” He sighed and crossed his arms, trying to flex them. “You know, I do taekwondo.” you tilted your head and scoffed, “but still you got dropped down by me.” His tongue rolled between his bottom teeth and lips then it grew into a smile. This was the beginning of a great friendship. 

~~

Once highschool came around, you were no longer that shaken little girl. You knew exactly who you were and no one could stop you. You got up that morning with a pep in your step which sounds corny, you know. But you were truly happy with yourself . You curled your hair, put on a full face of makeup and a streetwear fit. You kissed your mom good-bye as your dad wanted to drive you to school. It’s his own tradition to drive you on your first-days. “Looks like someone is moving in next door.” You looked over at what was Chan’s house. You saw a moving van outside and shrugged it off, not thinking about it again on the way to school. Once you pulled up, he gave you that reassuring pinch on your cheek and told me, “keep your head up sweetie.”

And you did, until you saw him. 

He was facing away from you, chatting to a group of people whose faces were full of amazement. Figures. He was always the joy of the group. You didn’t recognize him at first, until he turned his head slightly. Those soft dimples you know out of anywhere. You froze in your spot as you stared at him. But you were interrupted when you noticed stares at you. Whispering and pointing at me. “Who’s she?” “She’s gorgeous?” “Is she new?” You realized, they weren’t judging you. They were admiring you. 

“Vanessa?” Your name was called from the group talking to Chan. He turned and his mouth dropped in shock. You realized who called your name was Theo, seriously? You decided maybe you should say hi to Chan, as you were walking. You were blocked by a tall boy. “Excuse me, you think you’re really pretty. Could you have your number?” you laughed slightly in shock and looked at his phone. “I don’t have a phone.” He smiled at you awkwardly and walked away. Barf. You looked back at Chan who had a look you’ve never seen on his face before. 

He looks so different. His hair is dyed blond and his skin is so white now. Nothing like the younger him you knew. Then again, you don’t look the same either. You see Felix waving to you in the distance and you brighten up. You begin walking to him, Theo tries to walk up to you but you walk the opposite direction and flip him off. The group laughs as he stands stunned, watching you walk away. You walked to Felix and he put his arm around you. You looked back at Chan, who was glaring, not at you but Felix. 

~

The rest of the day was boring, zero classes with Felix or Chan. First days are always filled with introduction games or dumb lectures. You sat waiting by a tree, a bench was next to it. Painted by the equality for all club with a rainbow. But you stood standing as you scrolled on your phone, waiting for your dad to pick you up. You texted Felix but he had already gone home and you sat unsatisfied. Just then your dad texted you to walk home due to him being stuck at work. It’s only 2 miles. You heard a bunch of cheering and screaming from a car, a white convertible car with the girl you fought with in middle school. She claimed you wanted her man. 

“Why don’t we like them?” You jumped and turned to see Chan standing next to you. You looked around and stood cautiously away from him. “You were kinda glaring at them,” he took a step forward out of the tree’s shadow, the sun hitting his eyes. Your heart began to speed up, your words were taken away. “It’s just some middle school stuff,” you worded simply and adjusted your bag. He nodded his head and bit the inside of his cheek, “I guess I missed a lot. Didn't I?” You sighed heavily, “you did.” His lips moved to the side and you watched his eyes scan you, head to toe. “Well, I kept my promise. I came back.” You shook your head and bit your bottom lip, “you just came too late. I’d forgotten all about you.” You saw him practically crumble from your words, but you couldn’t care less and tried to leave him there. You had more important things. But he stopped you.

“I know about your relationship with my mom.” You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned to him. “I know you’re working for her… really, Nessa?” You sighed heavily and tried to calm your building anger, “you have no right to judge me. You have no idea what I’ve been through. I did what I did to keep me sane.” You continued to walk and he followed close behind. He didn’t say anything and just followed you. Until you got to the front door of your house. 

Maybe you were too harsh. But what did he expect? That you’d welcome him with open arms and you’d pretend those three long years never happened? No way. Your head wasn't in the right space. “Hey,” you turned around to him standing nearby. “Can I speak my mind and bother you for a second?” You sighed, “you always bother me but go ahead.” He smiled and his hands cupped nervously in his lap. “I felt like our conversation earlier ended badly.” You raised an eyebrow at him, and shook your head. He followed you home for this?

“What did you expect Chan? That I would come back running to you?” He turned his body fully to you, “yes I actually did. I thought we had something.” You stood up fully and your voice was getting louder, “we had a friendship which ended the day your mommy told you to leave.” He scoffed, “I tried to stay connected with you. I called and texted you but you never answered.” You walked away from the porch and vented out to him, “I didn’t want to affect your perfect life over there. I thought you would be better off without me which actually was the truth. I couldn’t tell you anything I was going through because you wouldn’t understand from a thousand miles away! You weren’t here for me! I was alone!”

Tears filled up in your eyes and you tried to blink them away. But they poured down your cheeks. He was about to speak when a voice came from behind you. “Nes?” you turned to see Felix coming out of your house. “Baby, what’s wrong?” One thing, you forgot to mention. 

~~~

It was last month, during the summer. Felix and you were training together, a secret one. It was late at night and no one else was there. We were wrestling and trying moves on each other. A certain move would accidentally drop us both to the ground. We laid laughing as we stayed on the floor. We both grew quiet as we stared into each other's eyes. Our breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling and it seemed time had stopped. your heart was beginning to race, not because of the training, but because of how you felt for him. “I wanna take you out on a date.”He snapped you back into reality and you sat up quickly. 

“What?” you mumbled and he sat up cautiously. He softly took your hand in his, “I really like you Nes.” Nes was the nickname he decided was fit for you. You didn’t mind it. “I want to be with you, if you want that too.” He had grown too as you did. He dyed his hair blond and his skin had lightened but still a perfect tan. His freckles popped out extremely like stars. You looked at your hands, his entangled with mine.. “no.” You declined him because you still had feelings for Chan and you explained that to him. He respected it but started calling you a new nickname, cry baby. For your unrequited love for Chan.

~~~

He looked at Chan then you, he immediately eloped you in his arms to protect you. Which you gladly sobbed into. “I think you need to go, Chan.” But Chan didn’t, he glared at him. “I’m not the problem here.” You tightly gripped Felix’s shirt to not engage. Which he didn’t but Chan continued, “so I go away for a while and you jump onto your best friend? How desperate are you?” You felt Felix’s chest begin to puff up with rage. “You were the idiot to leave her in the first place. I would never treat her the way you did.” Chan stepped closer which caused you to push him back, “back off. You don’t get to do this.” you grabbed Felix’s hand and pushed him inside. 

You turned to Chan. “I can’t believe you..” He muttered and you nearly spat your words at him. “I don’t even know why you're mad. Felix is just my best friend and he’s been here for me. Why can’t you just respect that?” The look in his eyes has returned, hope. But you didn’t stay around to see it. You went inside. You went into your bedroom where you told Felix how you felt about Chan currently, you hate him. He understood you. There was no judgment from him. He trusted you and reminded you that he’s here for you. It made you feel better, your phone began to ring and you saw it was Celeste. “Nessa!” She snapped as you answered the phone. Right, your job. 

She explained exactly what you needed to do and who your target was. But, to do it alone. You hadn’t done one by yourself in a long time, Felix is your partner. You explain to Felix you need to do the job and you leave. Your head wasn’t in the right space. You made a big mistake and you paid the price.

Your target was prepared but you managed to get him trapped on the rooftop. He did not go down without a fight. He was aggressive and knocked you down multiple times. We were near the ledge and you messed up. You kicked him too hard, which he went toppling over the ledge. You had killed the person you were after. The one thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do. You had no choice but to run to Celeste. It was pouring but it didn’t bother you. You knocked impatiently at her door. Only for it to be opened by Chan.

“Nessa? What are you doing here?” You pushed past him and yelled out, “Celeste!” She came from the kitchen and you ran to her, hugging her tightly. “I messed up. I messed up really bad!” She ordered Chan upstairs as you cried into her chest. But he wouldn’t budge as you sobbed out what happened to her. “I messed up really bad, I killed him. I don’t ever want to do this again, I’m done with bounty hunting.” You felt her head move towards Chan, she forced you to look up at her. “I’ll take care of it, I’ll protect you. I promise.” She broke the hold to call someone. “Chan, stay with her.” She walked into the other room and you heard hushed yelling from her. 

The feeling began to seep in. “I need to go home,” you spoke aloud. “Yeah, I’ll take you. Come on,” he laid a sweater around your shoulders. He led you by your hand and walked you over to your house. You stopped at your door and reached for the handle. But you paused before opening. “Chan?” He jumped eagerly in your direction, “yes?” You sighed softly, “do you wanna come inside? I don’t wanna be alone.” He stepped closer and smiled softly, “I would love to, whatever you need.”

You led him inside and saw your parents cuddling on the couch. “Hey Chan, it’s been a while!” He smiled and said hello. “We’re just gonna be in my room.” They looked at each other and smirked, “just like old times. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Your dad teased you and you smiled awkwardly. Chan laughed softly to himself as you led him upstairs. You opened the door to your room and left it open. He walked in cautiously, analyzing every part. “It looks the same but so different,” he mumbled to himself. You sat on the edge of your bed and grabbed your computer. “I just have to send something. Sit anywhere you’d like.” You were typing what happened to Felix on an undetectable site and glanced up at Chan. 

He hasn’t sat down but keeps circling the room. He stopped at your photo wall. Partially at photos of you and Felix. You sent the message and closed the app. “The memories, right?” You got up and joined his side. You pointed out a photo of you and him, “we were so tiny.” He smiled and took the pin off, he held the photo close to his face. “This is the only picture you have of us on the wall.” You were silent. It seems he took it to heart about all the pictures of you and Felix. It was nothing personal. He walked over to your desk and sat in your chair. He laid the photo in his lap, “I’m sorry about earlier. You just-“ He sighed heavily, not having the words. So you filled it in for him, “you just thought you would stay by myself. Be lonely for those three years of suffering?.. I had to do something Chan.” 

He got up softly and gently spoke to you, as if you could break at any second. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve come back sooner.” You couldn’t speak, you were choked up on your words, surprised as tears built up in your eyes. His face is distraught and his eyes are so compelling, so pitiful. “Why?” He cupped your face with his hands, holding you tight. “Why? I would’ve come back if you just said the words.” You let the tears drip in his hands and looked at him, “I couldn’t…” His eyes scanned your face, awaiting words of relief. “I know you didn’t love me the way I did.” Your words were broken and he shook his head, tears filling up in his eyes. He didn’t respond, just let tears flow down. “I loved you all those years, you couldn’t understand but I did. Truly.” You didn’t give him a chance to speak or respond. You pushed his hands on your face and he tried to get ahold of you again. “Just don’t.” 

He gave up and you turned away, facing your bed. “I think you should go, Chan.” He shook his head, “you said you didn’t want to be alone.” You felt his presence get closer. “I’m okay,” you said unconvincingly. “No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me.” He laid his hand on your shoulder but you shrugged him off. He backed off finally and you reached for your phone. You turned slightly to see him just standing there as you dialed Felix’s number. You brought the phone up to your ear and he answered, “can you come over? I need you.” Once Chan heard those words, his face winced and he walked out. The memories of you saying those words to him once, now turned into you saying it to Felix broke him. Felix showed up 15 minutes later, he held you to sleep with no questions asked. He just did what you needed. 

~~

You went to school the next day reluctantly. You put on your poker face and tried to seem normal. You ran into the boy from the other day. “Hey, you just wanted to let you know there’s a party tomorrow to celebrate the first week of school.” It was already Thursday. You nodded your head in response and he moved on after that. You felt so drained, you don’t think you’ve felt like this in forever. Felix stayed by your side all day but it didn’t make you feel better. You went home feeling so tired. All you wanted was your bed. Until that plan was interrupted. You were laying under the sheets when a hand caressed your arm. “Nessa,” she softly spoke to you. “It’s Celeste. You need to get out of bed sweetie.” You shook your head and stayed under. 

You heard footsteps and assumed she left. But you felt your legs get grabbed and you were pulled off the bed. You launched to the ground with a loud thud and you groaned. “Really, Celeste?” You grumpily got up from the pile of sheets that fell with you and threw it back on your bed. “I tried the nice way but you asked for it.” You stood with your arms crossed. She walked forward and wrapped her arms around you. “I took care of it. Don’t worry about it, mistakes happen.” You took your head off her chest and looked up at her. “I don’t want to be a bounty hunter anymore.” Her expression was emotionless, “I cleaned up your mess but you will not make it again. Understood?” She ignored you once again. You nodded your head in fear. She sighed and sat on your bed. “Maybe all this boy drama is making you hazy. We best take care of that, maybe Felix has to go.” Go? Like, kill him? you know she’s capable of it. 

“What if I stopped being his partner or his friend?” She jittered her bottom jaw and nodded her head, “maybe.” You don’t want to. You don’t want him to get hurt. But you have to do what’s best for him. Because you love him. You called him with the news and tried to be as blunt as possible. He begged and begged you but all you could say was no. You told him one day you would come back to him, but just not now. “Please just wait for me.” You nearly sobbed out loud to him, he was crying his heart out. You had to break away and leave him like that. That was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. He was taken out of being your bounty hunter partner. You were back to being lonely. 

~~

“Hey,” Celeste came up to you the next day after school. When you were reading on the porch. “Why don’t you come to mine for a bit. We should talk.” Your legs moved on their own even though your head was screaming not to go. She sat you down on the kitchen island and dragged a mug of hot chocolate for you. “I’m sorry that stuff ended with Felix but it had to be that way.” You heard a creak from around the corner and looked, nothing… You focused back on her. “We should talk about our work.” There’s absolutely nothing to talk about, you’ve made up your mind and won’t tolerate it anymore. “I meant what I said, I’m done with bounty hunting.” Her phone began to ring and she hurriedly rose, “imma take this in the office, I’ll be back.” Her shoes clicked against the marble floor and you heard the door shut. 

“Nessa,” you jumped in your seat and turned quickly. “Chan, you scared me.” He walked to you and sipped on your hot chocolate which made you frown. “So,” he licked off the frosting from his upper lip. “You and my mom are close, huh?” Luckily, you were prepared for this question. “She just helped me through a hard time, your parents were fighting a lot during middle school. She was my escape.” He sighed, “I really do wish I was there for you.” you laid your hand on his, “don't worry about it.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile which he took. “About what you said, about loving me… just know I loved you too.” Your heart skipped a beat, your childhood love telling you he loved me. 

“And…” His eyes scanned your face for disgust or discomfort but there wasn’t. “I think I'm still in love with you.” He snapped you back into this reality. You can’t believe everything he says. It’s too soon. “Don’t be.” You sighed out loud and got up. “Tell Celeste thanks for coco, imma go home.” You opened his front door but he called out for me. He held out his phone, “I didn’t know if you changed your number or not.” you stared at it, “I didn’t. You made sure I didn’t change it, for you.” His eyebrows lifted up and his mouth moved to speak but you left before he could stop you again. He texted you an hour later.

Chan                6:37pm

Hey

Me                    6:45pm

Hi

Chan                6:48pm

You really didn’t change your number..

Me                    6:52pm

I didn’t 

Chan                6:55pm

I want things to be like they used to be

Me                    6:59pm

Maybe one day 

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I decided not to show up at school the next day. Celeste spotted you at home and called you. “And why aren’t you at school?” You sighed heavily and rubbed your forehead. “I didn’t feel like it.” She tsked her tongue and mentions, “Chan keeps mentioning about a big party tonight. You should go. Make friends and try to have fun.” You checked the time, 5:00. Party’s at 8. “Why not?” 

You got ready but decided to style yourself differently. Revealing outfit, short skirt. Host half and down with curls. And jewels highlighting your eyes and some on your skin. Your skin was smooth and you felt beautiful, which you were. It was 7:30 and you put on your heels as the finishing touch. You called an Uber and snuck out. You were about to enter the Uber when you heard your name called, “Nessa!” Chan. Looking handsome as ever. Dressed in all black, his physique showing through a sheer shirt. You nearly fainted at the sight.

His eyes scanned you from head to toe. “Where have you been?” He walked over to you. You had to make an excuse more reasonable than that you weren’t feeling it. “At the doctors.” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked worried, “When? Why?” You sighed, “don’t worry I’m all good. As you can see,” you twirled around for him and he smiled. “I’m going to this party your mom told me about, and said she heard about it from you.” He nodded and licked his lips, “why don’t we go together?” You rocked on it and looked back at the Uber. “Sure.”

You slid all the way to the door and he pulled in next to you. The Uber began to drive since you had given the address prior. Chan peered out the window and would occasionally glance at you, which you caught every time. You felt bold, you laid your legs onto his lap softly. He smiled over to you slightly and laid his hand on your legs. The warmth of his hand was driving you crazy, you wanted him to move his hand lower and lower but he wouldn’t budge. “Do you know anyone going to the party?” You asked and he nodded, “some of my buddies.” You sighed heavily and bit your bottom lip, “I don’t. Felix would go to these things with me but I stopped being friends with him.” 

“Is that so?” There was a glint in his eyes and he tried to cover his rising smile. You knew it made him happy to think Felix wasn’t in the picture but you were still sore from it. You shortly arrived and immediately started to think about why the hell you came. You both exited and his friends came running to him. Patting his back and asking if he wants something to drink. Then they all turned to you. “Chan, who’s this?” One of the boys asked. Chan stuttered to say who you were and answered for him annoyed, “I just gave him a ride. Imma go.” His face dropped slightly as you walked away. You suddenly needed a drink.

The music was loud and deafening. But you searched endlessly for a drink. Finding one in the kitchen. “Uh, I wouldn’t drink that.” A familiar voice said and you looked over your shoulder to see Felix. “Here, let me.” You started relentlessly as he poured you a drink. He handed it to you with a smile. You felt immediately worse and stared at your drink. “What’s wrong?” He pushed your hair back from your face and you sucked in a breath. “Why are you being so nice to me?” He looked hurt that you would even ask that, “because in my heart, you’re still my best friend Nes.” Those words shattered your mind. 

“Do you wanna go talk somewhere private?” He nodded his head yes and you led him away from the crowds. But you had no idea where to go and he pulled you into a room and closed the door. It was definitely more quiet there. You chugged down the drink he gave you and tried to form the words to explain what happened. “I know, Celeste put you up to it.” But he understood without you even saying anything, by simply looking into your eyes. You melted in his sight. “And it’s okay, I forgive you.” You pulled him into a hug and tried to memorize this embrace. To never forget it. “I swear, Lix. I’ll make it up to you.” Your phone began to ring and you pulled away from Felix slightly. 

You looked down to see Chan calling you. You reluctantly answered and sat down on the bed as Felix stayed in the same spot. “Hey I’m kinda busy right now.” He was silent for a few seconds and questioned, “are you with Felix?” You laughed softly as you stared at Felix across from you. “Maybe… I’m having a great time with him. He’s practically begging me to strip.” You joked and Felix laughed softly. His voice turned aggressive and dark, “Don’t piss me off.” You were taken aback by this new version of him. You laughed practically in his face. “Where the fuck are you?” You bit back a laugh, “why don’t you come find me?” 

You hung up and knew it made him angry. But you enjoyed the rush from it, it made you feel powerful that you had this much power over him. But you felt tired. “God these heels are killing me.” You reached to take them off but Felix beat you to it. “Let me,” he kneeled on the ground and took off one shoe. Immediate relief and you threw your head back with a sigh. And then the other came off. Sigh. Bang. Chan. He stormed into the room and pushed Felix to the side. “What the hell, Chan?” Felix said as he got up from the floor. “What the fuck are you doing?” He pulled you off the bed and held you close, by your waist. He stroked your face and cupped your cheeks as he stared at you. 

“You’re okay? You’re okay right?” He whispered so softly to you, you almost didn’t hear it. “I’m fine Chan, let me go.” You pulled away from him and grabbed your shoes. “God, must you be so jealous? I was just taking off her shoes,” Felix explained. “I’m not jealous. I just was making sure no one was taking advantage of her while she’s drunk.” You put your shoes on as they continued to argue. You were getting tired of this whole situation. “Okay, enough!  Nothing happened… I would like to go home now.” “I’ll take you,” they said in unison. You rolled your eyes and pushed past them both. They called your name out but you needed to get away. Away from them and their jealousy with each other. 

You ran out to the front of the party and saw a man smoking near his car, Theo. You were desperate and a little drunk, you needed to escape. You ran to him, “is this your car?” He blew out a puff and nodded his head, “what’s it to you?” The familiar attitude and tone screeched in your ears, he will never change. You heard your name being called once again, “let’s get out of here.” He smirked and threw his cigarette on the floor, crushing the fire out. You ran over to the passenger side and entered inside, once he entered he turned on the engine and drove away. You looked out the window as Chan and Felix stood watching you leave.

“So, where to?” You sighed heavily and crossed your ankles. “My house, it's on-” He cut you off mid sentence, “yeah, I know where your house is, I toilet-papered it a couple times.” You got enraged as you realized. During the first year of middle school, every month on the 1st, toilet paper would appear thrown around your yard and house. You didn’t assume it was him when you should’ve. “OMG, THAT WAS YOU?!” You yelled and sat back angrily in your chair and he laughed, a genuine laugh. “My bad, I didn’t realize how much of an asshole I was to you back then.” At least he got that right. “It’s in the past, forget it.” 

He rolled up shortly after that and put the car in park. He looked over at you as you stared through the front window. “I really am sorry you know, for everything.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek and sighed, “I know. I forgive you.” You opened the car door, “thanks for the ride,” and left. You walked slowly to your room to not wake your parents up. You went into your room and threw off your heels, flopping on your bed. “Nessa,” you jumped up and grabbed your secret knife under your pillow, and held it up to the person. “Chill, it’s just me,” he threw his hands up. “God, Chan. What are you doing here?” You sat up in the bed and he cautiously sat at the edge. “I came to check up on you, make sure we’re okay.” You laid the knife on your bedside table. “Yeah, um, I just needed to get away from all that drama.” 

He laid his hands in his lap neatly, “I'm not proud about all of that. I’m sorry. Give me a second chance to prove myself.” When will you ever stop apologizing to each other? “Don’t apologize just- come here.” You crawled over to him and pulled him down onto his back. He laid still as you laid onto his shoulder and circled his chest. Just like you used to. You felt so warm and safe in his arms, you suddenly remember why you fell for him. And you know you never want to lose him. “Chan?” You whispered softly and he responded, “Hmm?” You love him, you realized. You still do want to be with him. You remember what he said, that he loved you too, and all the nervous butterflies and aching stomach faded. “I love you.” You felt the rise and fall of his chest stop and he froze. He sat up and you were forced to as well.

“You’re still not drunk right?” You laughed and shook your head, “no.-” He pressed his lips against yours suddenly, but you weren’t complaining. His lips were soft against yours and he tasted like pure bliss. He devoured you whole like he was starved. His tongue slipped in and he groaned in content, finally gaining something he craved for so long. He pulled away from you reluctantly, and the way he looked at you, is the way every girl wants to be looked at. “Do you really love me?” You straddled into his lap, his arms were by his side while you adjusted yourself. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned in close to his ear. “Without a doubt,” you began to rock your hips against his length. 

A string of curses left his mouth. His hands stayed by his side, reluctant to touch you without permission. “Say you love me back, Channie.” You slid off of him teasingly. “I love you.” You slid down a strap. “I love you.” Off the shirt went. “I love you.” Off your skirt went. “I love you.” And back onto him you went. His cheeks began to redden. You led his hands onto your body, placing them on your breasts. “You want to fuck me Channie?” He sighed heavily as you rocked your hips again. “Please? Please, please. I promise I’ll be so good to you, baby.” 

You smirked and laughed softly in delight. “I’m all yours baby.” He flipped you on your back. He stepped back to pull his shirt over his head. You admired him, he’s beautiful. A perfect physique and he’s all yours. He yanked at his waist band and you sucked in a breath. You teasingly spread your legs open as you sat on your elbows. “Come on Channie. You’re taking too long.” You licked your fingers and softly stroked against your panties. His eyes turned lustful and full of desire. He pulled his pants down and you saw his bulge peeking through his underwear. He slowly walked over to you and pulled your legs down to the edge of the bed. 

“Let me see your pretty face, hm?” He pushed your hair behind your ears which made you flustered. He hooked a finger into your panties, and pulled it all the way off. You shut your legs and it angered him, “don’t you dare.” He reopened your legs harshly and you have to admit, you like being manhandled. “Take this off, princess.” He motioned to your bra. The nickname sent a wave of emotions over you, easily becoming your favorite thing to be called. You pulled off your bra and threw off the side of the bed. He pushed you down softly and you laid down. He slowly got down to his knees, making eye contact with you the whole time. He stuck out his tongue and licked a stripe up your core.

It instantly hit you, the pleasure of it all and you moaned. He set your legs onto his shoulders and you bit on your bottom lip to stay quiet, after all it is late. He was an expert, skills so advanced you were practically crumbling in his touch. He played with your clit while he stuck his tongue in you all while reaching up to play with your breasts, triple threat. “You’re driving me crazy, so wet.” He mumbled as he got up to kiss your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips. You have to admit you weren’t prepared for what you saw next. He pulled down his underwear and revealed his long length. 

It was hard and wet with precum. And most of all, big. You looked into his eyes with worry and he reassured you, “don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, baby.” He kissed your cheek and lingered near your head as he slid himself into you. He gripped heavily into the pillows above your head and you winced in pain. “Just try to relax, okay?” You nodded and tried your best to relax your muscles and enjoy. He pushed higher inside of you and you felt almost a cramp in your abdomen. He watched your face intently to see if you weren’t comfortable with him to keep going. 

You wanted to keep going and had to show him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “Come on, weren’t you begging for it?” His eyes turned dark, like he was being challenged and you just gave him the green light. He slid out of you abruptly and tossed you onto your stomach. He positioned you with a pillow and arched your back. “Don’t move, princess,” he whispered into your ear as you felt a sharp pressure fall into you. This position is definitely his favorite as he kneads his palms into your butt. He grunts as he snaps into you, your whimpers drooling into the sheets. Everytime he snaps into you, pleasure erupts across your body and your mind becomes even foggier. 

You nearly got away from him as you crawled forward when he started to go faster, but he held you in place. Pinning your arms behind your back now, your head on the side and you can see out of the corner of your eye on how much he’s enjoying himself. Head thrown back and mouth agape, dangerous sweat beads falling down from his hair and into his neck. Skin glistening and he looks positively in heaven. Your hips push forward as you try to break free of his hold, you feel a tightening in your stomach and your legs begin to shake. “Fuck, fuck,” he said through his teeth as you tightened around him unmercifully. Your body tensed and then released, you finally relaxed and moaned out into the sheets. He pulled out of you and you felt a warm ooze onto your back and you froze.

“Brat!” You said in a hushed tone, “you better clean my back.” He laughed softly to himself and went over to your desk, grabbing a few tissues from a box and coming to clean your back. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

~~~

 

You heard a knocking in your window and you walked over to it. It’s been two weeks since you and Chan got together and he always finds new ways to surprise you. You looked down to see Chan standing below, a couple pebbles in his hands. You opened your window and smiled down at him. “Watch out, imma come up.” You took a step back but watched him still. He climbed and leaped up into the window with a form and technique you’ve seen before. The way he swung and jumped was exactly what you were taught. He sat on the sill and hopped inside as you walked away, unable to look at him. “Are you okay?” 

You were processing everything, you hadn’t responded to Celeste’s call and texted, avoiding her constantly. Felix had come to you with a solution, to stop her, to stop it all. You were working together to unravel her web, not knowing she had a secret spider creating a trap for you. “You’re working for your mom, aren’t you?” He made no noise or any movement. You turned to him, frozen and staring intently at you. “Did she send you to keep an eye on me? Is that the reason why you came back, or why you were so persistent in being around me?” He made no effort to explain or excuse himself, and you were getting tired of awaiting his response.

“Answer me, Chris.” His name. The name you’ll only say when you’re truly angry at him, and he knows that. He sucks in a breath heavily and admits, “yes. That’s why I came back.” Your eyes threatened to prick tears, “everything was fake.” He rushed over to you and tried to take your hands into his but you snatched yourself away. “No, no. It wasn’t, I truly do love you, Nessa.” You raise your voice at him, “it was fake! I gave you a second chance and this is how you treat me?” He just shakes his head no. “Get out of here, before I take you out myself.” He reluctantly walked back and out the window.

~~~

“You’re certain that they’re next target is them?” You say to Felix. “Yes, we know it for sure. Are you sure you want to do this alone? I can go with you.” You shake your head no and hug him. “I’ll be back soon okay?” You left in a hurry and went to the location of the next bounty Celeste selected. You both were successful in the past and took down many of her hunters without her finding out who you were. You were disguised in all back, weapons at your side and a mask concealing your whole head. You peeked around the corner to no one in the alley. How weird. This was the correct point. 

Pain. A sharp blow to your head and you fall to the floor in pain. You looked up to a man standing above you. “Got you,” he said and the voice was muffled, but you recognized who it was anyways. Chan. You were ambushed. He held a gun to your chest but you kicked at his legs which he didn’t expect. This was the time to make no mistakes, it’s life or death. He fought aggressively against you, anticipating your every move and tossing you around. You disarmed him at every chance. You were in a headlock with him until you realized. You reached for your gun in your pocket, to discover it missing and he laughed. One blow. One bullet. You flew back into the ground.

You clutched at your chest, your heart. Trying to stop the bleeding. He held the gun up to you still, “who are you.” You were defeated, and of course it was him who succeeded, he was always your weak spot. Might as well make a show of this. You didn’t budge and he shot again at your shoulder. You screamed and fell onto your knees, he slightly dropped his hold when he heard your screams. You lifted your bloody hand and pulled your mask off. You looked at him with such hatred, such disgust. The irony. Working for his mom, obedient as ever, like he was as a child. You scoffed, “you were always a mama’s boy. Weren’t you?” You smiled as his arms dropped, eyes pooling up with tears. 

“Nothing’s new about that.” Your hand dropped to the floor, carrying your almost failing body. “Why don’t you go ahead and finish the job.” You were already dying, you knew it. You felt nearly seconds away from death. “I’m so sorry, Nessa.” Coward. You fell to the floor and slowly slipped away. 

And this was all because you liked the wrong boy. 

~~~~

The funeral was horrible, everyone dressed in black and words of meaningless comfort. “I’m sorry Felix, we know you loved her.” It wasn’t an open casket, they say her face was cut up and covered in bruises. The shot in her heart and shoulder couldn’t be covered in the dress her mom wanted for her. So they decided to have it closed. To say goodbye to a coffin instead of her. I didn’t stay there long after the casket was put into the ground and buried. I went home. I entered the room, and sat on the bed. Then a shadow emerged in front of the door and a smile came onto my face. I looked up and there she was. My Nes… alive and healthy.

You didn’t think I would let her die again.. Did you? She vowed to be with me again, in another life. Yuna. My Yuna. We’ve reunited again and now no one will harm us. This is our second chance and I wouldn’t let her die again. And Chan? He got what was coming for him…

A/n: happy Mother’s Day 💐

[antlerchxrms]

Wrestling and Storybooks.

Description ; In which Glinda doesn’t know how to play nice, yet her two caregivers can’t bring themselves to scold her.

Word count ; 1,896!

CWS/TWS? ; None!

Glinda has a hard time not.. picking fights, she knew this and her caregivers did too, although it never truly stopped her from seeking them out even in playtime, like now!

She was currently in the middle of what looked like a play fight with Boq, the field of poppies bending around them as Glinda climbed and swatted and Boq weakly attempted to wrestle limbs back into proper position without actually hurting the girl.

“Hey- Hey, don’t make me call Fiyero!” The redhead threatened after a particularly nasty elbow to his sternum, making him sputter slightly.

To that, Glinda only seemed to wrestle a little harder, an unheard challenge apparently heard by the little and she hopped on the opportunity to win.

“You wouldn’t!” Glinda claimed, her voice raising slightly into an annoyed whine even as she continued to squirm and crawl.

Boq only rolled his eyes before he nodded, only choosing to ignore the small fits of laughter from Nessarose to his right.

“Yes! I would! Sit nice or you don’t get to play.” He shot back, although from no malicious angle, his chest hurt and he was sure he had more bruises than he could count all over his body because of the hyper-active regressor.

And it certainly didn’t help that Nessa found her more cute than painful, Glinda wouldn’t dare crawl over her and her chair! But that was a given, wasn’t it? And besides, Nessa would cuddle!

The words seems to work to make Glinda slow down, but not stop entirely, earning another ragged groan from Boq when her foot seemed to meet his side, almost effortlessly knocking the breath out of his lungs, not that she noticed for that matter, she was more distracted when a flash of blue caught her gaze to her left.

The next thing Glinda could register was hands wrapping around her waist, tugging her away from the munchkin and she squirmed again quickly.

“Hey!” Glinda whined, turning her head as the person practically slung her over his shoulder, finally catching sight of dirty blonde hair and scowling. “Fiy!” She complained, her voice not leaving its whiny tone as she tried to keep a good look on him. Her annoyance suddenly seemed aflame again, fists banging on broad back as she fruitlessly tried to push out of his arms.

Fiyero only seemed to tighten his grip further even through the relentless banging on his back and the soft whines of ‘I almost had him..’ and ‘that’s not fair!’, which all fell upon deaf ears until he felt they were a sizable distance away from Boq, who now seemed to joke to Nessa as if nothing happened.

He set the little down and his hands rested firmly on her shoulders, pausing any thought in her head that might have whispered for her to go run over and start roughhousing again.

“What are you doing, my lamb?” Fiyero asked, even if the answer was painfully clear, he just knew Glinda liked to tell her own spin on stories, and he was in no position to deny her this one pleasure.

“That looked like it hurt.” He added after a moment, a gentle nudge to see if she realized her actions caused a bit of pain.

Glinda rocked on her feet slightly as she answered, “Wrestling! ‘nd I was winning!” She said happily before nodding once to punctuate the words. It was a bit obvious that while Glinda grew up so privileged, she wasn’t allowed rough play, now that she’s in Shiz and with far more freedoms, she took advantage of it.

“Or I think I was.” She muttered almost as an afterthought, her lips twitching into a slight frown.

Fiyero only hummed, not bothering with more words before he scooped the pink girl up again, “Well let’s go ask Mama, I know she wasn’t a fan of all the playfighting.” His voice was light, teasing yet still a very gentle scolding undertone, wanting Glinda to think a bit again. “And it looked like you were winning, but Boq didn’t look like he was having fun, lamb.” He continued to speak, the compliment meant to soothe slightly before he truly could tell her that what she was doing wasn’t essentially *nice*, even if it was started by both parties in the first place.

He shifted to hold her on his hip as she scowled, glaring towards her caregiver with eyes that looked sharp enough to poke and prod but not puncture.

“But, he said it was okay!” She argued slightly, kicking her feet on either side of him just so, watching Fiyero’s eyes narrow before he barked out a laugh.

“And was that before or after you knocked the breath outta him?” He couldn’t help but ask, choosing to only tease and joke with her more as they walked, stepping over fallen flowers and the occasional tree root uplifted from the ground. Fiyero only hummed when Glinda fell silent, raising an eyebrow at her while she pouted and slumped her shoulders a bit.

“Exactly, darling, we can’t go around hurting people, hm?” He bounced her slightly in his arms, trying to get her attention but only managing to pull a fit of giggles out of the regressed girl in his arms.

When Glinda didn’t respond Fiyero rolled his eyes dramatically, sighing with the same energy as a weight taken off his chest, making Glinda laugh more. “Is something funny to you, Glin? Huh?” He asked, walking easily for another moment more before stopping at a small clearing under a tree, familiar green skin reflecting a bit in the light. It was Elphaba, sitting against the tree on one of their spare blankets from the dorm room – or maybe it was one of Fiyero’s, those two things walked hand in hand often.

Elphaba smiled as soon as the pair stopped in front of her, her book sprawled across her lap although quickly forgotten as she looked over them both. “What’s so funny, little one?” She asked, looking from Fiyero to Glinda with an easily seen expression of amusement, as if both their presences were enough to give her back any energy she could have possibly been missing, her two sunshines.

Glinda squirmed out of Fiyero’s arms easily, the prince showing no sudden objection before she answered her mama’s question. “Nothin’!” She hummed, running over to Elphaba once her feet reached the grass, promptly collapsing into the space the book once held in her lap. Elphaba was lucky enough to move it quickly, Thank Oz, she did not feel like paying a damage fee from the library.

“Me and Boq played!” Glinda added after a moment and she rolled onto her back over Elphaba’s now outstretched legs, shifting to make the position less uncomfortable for her and Elphaba.

The green girl only nodded before Fiyero cleared his throat, catching the attention of both caregiver and little. “She played rough, knocked the wind right out of the poor guy.” He corrected Glinda’s words easily, not letting her off the hook immediately, knowing that Elphaba would have a few choice words to say to Glinda, although all as gentle as could be.

“Probably has a little heel shaped bruise right on his side.” He continued, much to Glinda’s annoyance now as he dodged any attempt she had at trying to cover his mouth, laughing under his breath.

At Fiyero’s words, Elphaba’s face twitched into a frown, eyes narrowing a bit with the idea of scolding in her mind, although overshadowed quickly when Glinda’s expression softened and bordered on upset. It looked like the poor girl was suddenly close to tears at the sight of Elphaba’s frown

“I’m sure it’s okay, we’ll apologize.. later, hm?” Elphaba tried to soothe immediately, deciding she would rather deal with having to make Glinda apologize later than a teary Glinda now.

“We’ll get him and Nessa something to say sorry later, it’s okay, come here sweet girl.” She coaxed gently, pulling the girl up from where she lay to sit in her own lap, arms wrapping around her immediately.

Glinda leaned back into Elphaba’s chest and she rubbed at her cheeks slightly, fighting off the tears that grew along her waterline, suddenly deciding not to cry. “Uh huh, get them gifts later?” She asked, even if it had been spelled out, Glinda just wasn’t sure of herself– If she had done anything bad or not. It was a routine followed almost every time Glinda was regressed, her anxiety getting the better of her before it was calmed down by gentle words.

It was Fiyero who spoke up now, his words as gentle as he could actually sounding as he collapsed onto the blanket next to them. “Yeah, we’ll find something t’give them, kiddo.” He nodded and tugged the book Elphaba had set down over to his lap and flipped it open to a random page. “Or, we can give them mama’s book, I personally think Nessarose would like it.” Fiyero teased and he set it in Glinda’s lap, a smirk clear on his face before he playfully winced as Elphaba gently swatted his shoulder. It was clear he was only speaking to distract, but it was working well enough to get Glinda to let out the smallest of laughs.

“Mama would get upset!” Glinda shook her head, raising the book up to scowl at the words in a weak attempt to understand them for a moment. They only seemed to swim on the page a bit as she let Elphaba take the book not even a moment later, no clear protest in her movements.

Elphaba hummed gently, her hand coming up to card through golden curls. “You’re too little to read that all by yourself, huh? Do you want Mama and Fiy to read to you?” She asked, flipping through pages again to find where she was again, keeping her hand in the pages as a makeshift bookmark.

Glinda nodded eagerly, “Yeah!” She chirped happily and her hands flew out eagerly, tugging at whatever article of clothing was closest, ending up with Fiyero’s jacket collar and he practically jumped to wriggle out of her grip.

“Okay! Okay, lamb, don’t go choking me now, huh? Can’t read to you that way…” Fiyero nodded immediately, agreeing with whatever idea just so Glinda would release his collar, even though he would have gone along with it no matter what. He scowled as Elphaba only laughed at the sight, some weak pout on his lips now as well, his own regression peeking out just under the surface.

“Let’s just start.” Fiyero grumbled softly and he rested his head down, cheek pressed against the top of Glinda’s.

Elphaba nodded, her attention finally back to her book as she began to read gently, her voice drifting through the air.

It carried on like this for almost an hour, with her and Fiyero switching out every so often until Fiyero grew too tired to read and it was left up to Elphaba.

By the end of the hour, both Glinda and Fiyero were fast asleep, leaning easily into their caregiver who had only smiled upon seeing both their eyes shut.

Elphaba didn’t wake them up, only starting to read a bit quieter now, she would wake them up later, she told herself.

Besides, the quiet was always a welcome reprieve from her two lovers’ chaos.