#maybe if i stopped expecting others to show me the same softness i show myself

[hentaisenpai-5]

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[rispwr]

“3 words, 8 letters. I mean it” - J.JK - Mini (M)

Pairings : j.jk x fem! Reader

Genre : situationship, smut, slight fluff.

Contents : chuckblair inspired, limo sx, gossip girl parties setting, unprotected sex (yk what to do babes), riding, praisekink, comparing, big c!jk, slight public sex, not proofread, lemme know what i missed!

Notes : don’t expect too much yall. I’m trying a new writing style. The one that’s not too detailed that i write about everything but the character😭 tell me what you think about this? Should i make more smut? Idk i think i’m bad at smut, i’m more better at fluff and romantic stuff but i just wanted to try this. Xoxo gossip girl💋💋 Ive been watching the show and i love itt!! I love chuck and blair and i think i will def write more inspired by them. I loved the “3 words, 8 letters” line. It’s my favourite tbh.

“I knew you had a type…” his voice trails behind me. I didn’t bother to move or to face him but to just stay still and silent, silently enjoying his touch, the way his touch felt like warmth to my cold like skin, the way the world stops, and everythingstops once he touches me.

“I missed you.”

After Jungkook suddenly left me in Paris without saying a word during our vacation together, I was shattered. One minute, everything felt perfect. the Eiffel Tower lighting up the night sky, his laughter filling my heart with happiness as we explored and the next, the right side of my bed was gone . Broken, sad, left, and helpless. I spent the four remaining days locked away in the hotel room we had booked together.

At the airport, sitting alone in business class, I tried to distract myself, to feel anything other than the suffocating pain that clung to me. That’s when a man approached me. At first, I didn’t want to look at him, but when I did, I felt a sharp ache in my chest. His sleeve tattoos, the undercut, the piercings. it all felt too familiar, too much like him.

When I learned he lived in the same city as me, I impulsively invited him to my upcoming party. I told myself it was a distraction, a way to move on. Maybe even a chance to prove to myself that I didn’t need Jungkook anymore.

I thought that was the end of us. I truly did.

Until now.

“You left me… alone in a country whose people I don’t even know,” my eyes keep shut, trying hard not to let a tear out.

“I’m sorry, honey… let me make it up to you?”

“I have Ian now, Jungkook,” I try to keep my tone straight.

“No, you won’t,” he chuckles deeply. “You’re only with him to replace the missing presence that you can’t live without.” His hands trail around my jawline. “And that is me”

“Three words, eight letters. I mean it,” his tone changes into a soft one, one that I only hear when he wakes up to me wrapped up in his arms, one when he starts talking about our future together, together.

“Three words, eight letters. Let’s get out of here,” I say, grabbing his hand, intertwining with mine, his smile widening.

—-

The limo driver’s voice, distant and polite, asked, “Your place, Ms.?”

“Mhm,” I hummed, breathless already, my response barely audible as Jungkook’s lips crashed into mine. The kiss was firm yet full of emotion, like he’d been starving for days…… He starved for my taste

My breath hitched as Jungkook pulled me into his lap, his large hands gripping my waist. all I could manage was a soft hum, barely audible, as I reached blindly for the button to raise the divider.

The divider hummed as it rises, It being the only thing keeping the driver from seeing us do the deed in the back of the limo, leaving only us in the together in the backseat. His tongue parted my lips, the kiss deepening as his hands roamed over my thighs, hiking my dress higher until it was bunched around my hips.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against my lips, his voice low and strained. “I fucking missed you, my pretty girl”

I gasped as he tugged my panties aside, his fingers grazing the slick heat of my core. “You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, his dark eyes locking onto mine as his fingers teased me, gathering the wetness and spreading it over my entrance. “You’ve been missing me too huh?”

“Jungkook,” I whimpered, unable to answer him as my hips bucked against his hand.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his lips curving into a small, cocky smirk. His hands gripped my hips as he leaned back slightly, guiding me to straddle him completely. “Come here, baby. Let me feel you.”

I reached between us, freeing him from his pants. He was already hard, his cock thick and pulsing in my hand, and the deep groan that rumbled in his chest as I stroked him sent a wave of heat coursing through me.

“Don’t tease me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, his hands tightening on my thighs. “You know I can’t wait.”

I positioned myself over him, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and slowly sank down, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was overwhelming, my body trembling as he filled me completely.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the seat as his hands gripped my waist. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. You feel so good.”

I braced my hands on his shoulders, rocking my hips slightly to adjust to the fullness. “Jungkook,” I gasped, my voice shaking. “You’re so deep.”

“That’s it,” he murmured, his hands moving to guide me as I began to move. “Good girl. Take me just like that. You’re doing so good.”

The praise sent a shiver down my spine, and I picked up the pace, bouncing on his lap, riding him with a desperation that matched his own. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small space, mingling with our moans and the occasional broken gasp of my name from his lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice strained as his hands gripped my hips tightly, helping me move faster. “You’re gonna make me lose it. You’re so fucking perfect. So good to me.”

“Jungkook,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure built low in my belly. “I-I’m close.”

“Me too,” he growled, his hips thrusting up to meet mine as his pace turned erratic. His dark eyes locked on mine, his voice soft but commanding. “Milk me, baby. Let me feel you. I’ll fill you up, yeah?”

“Yes,” I cried out, my voice desperate. “Fill me up, Jungkook. Please. I want it. I want all of you.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his grip on me tightening as he slammed into me one last time, holding me down as his release hit. “That’s it, baby. Milk me. Fuck, you’re so good.”

The sensation of him filling me sent me over the edge, my body clenching around him as my orgasm crashed over me in waves. I cried out his name, my movements faltering as he held me close, his lips pressing against my neck as we both trembled through the aftershocks.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, our breaths mingling as we clung to each other. His hands stroked my back, his lips brushing softly against my shoulder as he whispered, “three words, eight letters. I mean it.”

“Three words, eight letters. I mean it more.” I murmured, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him, my heart racing as the limo drove us to my house.

[pedroscurls]

training partners (pt. 7)

summary: you and hugh navigate the new aspects of your relationship while filming continues, and it includes consistent gym sessions. meanwhile, someone from your past reaches out to you. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: bit of angst / smut (18+), implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), brief insecurity and mention of age gap, smut (public sex - in the gym oops!, unprotected p in v, oral - m receiving) no use of y/n. word count: 3.7k a/n: and we're back with these two in the gym! i just love writing hugh in the gym as it's the only way i can live out my fantasies of ever meeting him in the gym myself lol. hope y'all enjoy - we're gonna slowly transition into some angst... so stay tuned! this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. prev part. - next part.

You’re looking down at your phone, staring at the picture Hugh posted last night of the both of you. You can see the comments and have read quite a handful already. You know what to expect, but it still doesn’t lessen the hurt that you feel in the pit of your stomach when you glance over the negative comments. 

And most, if not all, mention the age gap. It had never been an issue to either of you, but now that other people have taken notice, you can’t help but wonder if Hugh thinks the same. 

He’s calling out to you, a bag slung over his shoulder as he’s dressed in a navy blue tank top and shorts. You’re both scheduled to meet with Ryan and Shawn at the gym for a quick session before filming continues tomorrow. You had jumped at the chance to join them, yearning to be at the gym and get a good workout in. 

“Hey, you ready to go?” he asks, extending a hand out for you to take. 

You nod and take his hand, dressed in a pair of leggings and one of his t-shirts. You lace your fingers with his instantly, following him out of the hotel room and towards the hotel’s gym. Your mind weighs heavily on the comments you read earlier, glancing over in his direction to see if maybe he’s seen the comments too. 

But if it bothers him, he doesn’t show it. 

Hugh smiles down at you, releasing your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to his side. He presses a soft kiss on your temple and holds you close to him, hand running along your arm. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

You bite your lower lip, smiling to yourself. It just feels like everything that had been bothering you that morning disappears at his words, at the look on his face. 

“I love you too,” you reply, leaning up to kiss his cheek. 

“You doing okay?” Hugh asks. 

You nod, though you know that he would be able to see right through you. When you both stop at the doors of the hotel gym, he brings a hand up to rest on your cheek. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Just thinking, that’s all.” 

“About last night? About what I said?”

You shake your head immediately. “No, no. Not that. Just–” you sigh. “I saw the comments on the picture and I know what to expect, but it doesn’t mean that it hurts any less. Reading what they have to say about this, about us… I know it shouldn’t matter, but it does.”

Hugh nods in understanding, sighing quietly. He’s learned to drown out the comments, to pay no attention to it, but he’d be lying if he said that there are times where it still gets to him. He wishes he can shield you from it, to protect you from all the bad in the world, but he knows that isn’t possible. He just hopes that it doesn’t deter you from this, from him. 

“Does our age gap bother you?” you blurt out. 

Hugh’s eyes furrow in confusion and he shakes his head. “No, it never did.” he brushes his thumb across your cheek before he drops his hand back to his side. “Does it– Does it bother you?”

“No,” you answer instantly. “I just saw some comments and–”

“Baby,” Hugh sighs quietly. “There will always be comments about this, about you and me… But I promise that it doesn’t mean a thing to me. All that matters is that you’re here with me,” he says softly. “You’re all that matters.” 

You sigh and nod in agreement. “I know… And I know that this is the price you have to pay for being in the public eye. I’ll try to ignore all the outside noise.” 

“What you’re feeling though is valid, baby.” Hugh reassures. “I just want you to know that I love you, that isn’t going to change.” 

“I love you too, you whisper, standing on your toes to peck his lips. “We should probably head inside. I’m sure Shawn and Ryan are already waiting for you.” 

Hugh nods. “We’ll talk more later, okay? And if you need someone to spot you, you know who to ask.” 

You smile. “Yeah, my training partner,” you wink.

“Damn right,” Hugh grins. 

—

Luckily, your trainer had sent you a workout routine while you’ve been gone. Hugh had gone off to workout with Shawn and Ryan at the other end of the gym and just like always, your eyes drift over to him repeatedly when he begins to curl the dumbbells, his biceps flexing. 

You had just finished your dynamic stretching when you take note of the heavy bag at the corner of the room. You smile to yourself in excitement and begin to wrap your hands and then sliding on your boxing gloves. Your music is blasting in your ears and it provides just enough of a distraction that you remain focused solely on the bag in front of you. 

With every exhale, you deliver a quick jab and cross to the bag, staying light on your feet. 

Hugh’s eyes immediately move over to you, eyes widening at the sight of you. He had no idea that you could move around the way you do and hit the bag like you are doing now. There’s something in the way you move, the way you hit the bag with precision that makes Hugh excited. Seeing you like this in a completely different element in the gym turns him on and he tries not to think about taking you in the bathroom and–

“Hugh, you’re up,” Shawn says, pointing towards the bench. 

“Oh,” Ryan grins. “Someone’s a little distracted,” he winks. “You never told us she could box.”

“I actually didn’t know,” Hugh mumbles. “She never told me.” He moves to lie back on the bench, head lifting just slightly to look at you. You had taken a break, eyes locking with his and you grin. It takes everything in Hugh to not just end the workout early and take you back to the room. 

“She’s actually pretty good,” Shawn points out with a chuckle. “Now, come on and finish your set, Hugh.” 

You take a long break to watch Hugh continue to press the weight above his chest. You bite your lower lip, eyes taking in his frame and his muscles flexing with each movement. You hear the timer go off, indicating that your rest is over. You wait until he sits up, eyes once more locking onto yours and he winks. 

God, he’s thinking the same thing you are. 

Turning back around, you continue to finish the rest of your round with punches and hooks, not realizing how much you need to hit something to get rid of the lingering thoughts that remain. 

When the final round is over, you see Hugh approach you, already drenched in sweat. He rests his hand on your lower back, gently pressing a kiss on your temple as he whispers quietly. 

“You continue to surprise me, baby.” 

“Yeah?” you ask, turning to look up at him. 

“You never told me that you could… do that,” he says, pointing to your gloves and then the heavy bag. “Since when?” 

You let out a quiet laugh and remove the gloves, setting it back in your bag as you move a hand to rest on his chest. “Been doing it for a few years now,” you answer. 

“You’re good,” Hugh’s voice lowers, eyes gazing at your entire frame. “You look good doing it too.”

You feel the heat in your cheeks as you bite your lower lip. “Been staring at me, huh?” 

“You’re distracting,” he grins. “Thought we already established this.”

You roll your eyes playfully and lean up to press your lips lightly on his. “Could say the same about you. I just want to bite down on these arms,” you tease, hand moving from his chest to run along his bicep. 

Hugh flexes instinctively, hearing you let out a quiet gasp. He smiles to himself as his hand on your lower back lowers until it rests innocently on your backside. “You still have the rest of your workout to do?” he asks, eyes darkening with lust and want. 

“Yeah,” you reply, biting your lower lip. “That was just my warmup and–”

“Take a long rest with me?” he interrupts. 

“Shawn and Ryan are literally waiting for you, baby.”

“They can wait,” Hugh says, head dipping lower until he brushes his lips across the side of your neck. “Or they can just continue the workout without me. I don’t need to workout. I’m already fit for the role and–”

“Okay,” you interrupt. “Should we go back to the room or–”

“Bathroom.” 

“The bathroom? Wait, are you serious?” 

Hugh nods and brings you flush against his front so that you could feel the bulge beneath his shorts. “Very serious, baby. I need you now,” he whispers. 

You nod quickly and then pull away only briefly to unravel the hand wraps, setting it back into your duffle bag. “I’ll meet you in there then.” 

Hugh smiles and leans down to peck your lips. “See you in a bit, baby.” 

You quickly hurry to the bathroom down the hall, stepping inside as you bite your lower lip. It’s small, but spacious enough that Hugh wouldn’t feel too cramped. 

Hugh then turns to Shawn and Ryan who are both looking at him with a knowing grin. “Yeah, yeah, we got it. Just keep it down,” Ryan chuckles. 

“Just continue the workout without me and if you guys finish before–” 

“Before you do,” Ryan winks. “Don’t worry, Hugh. We’ll probably leave after this set.”

Hugh nods, “Thanks, mate. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Then, he turns on his heel and makes his way down the hallway. He knocks on the door and sees you open it. He grins to himself and steps inside, an arm snaking around your waist immediately as he shuts the door and locks it behind him. 

“Hi,” you giggle, arms moving to wrap around his shoulders. “Missed you.”

“Hi, baby,” he grins, leaning down and beginning to pepper kisses along your jawline and down the side of your neck. Hugh’s hands move down to grasp your backside in his large hands, squeezing each cheek as he brings you flush against him. “Missed you. Need you,” he mumbles. 

“You got me,” you whisper, letting out a quiet whimper as you feel his hardened length press further against your midsection. Gently, you rest your hands on his chest and push him away from you. He furrows a brow at you, back resting against the wall. He’s about to say something, about to ask if you’re okay, but you drop to your knees in front of him. “Let me take care of you.”

“Baby, you don’t have to,” he mumbles. His eyes flutter when you bring your hands to tug down his shorts and boxers, letting the articles of clothing pool at his ankles. Hugh lets out a sigh of relief and he reaches down to grasp his base, tugging on it a few times before he feels your lips wrap around his tip. “Fuck,” he whispers. 

You slowly push his hand away and replace it with your own as you suck the head of his length, feeling the taste of his precome on your tongue. You feel his large hand rest on the back of your head, urging you to take more of him. You happily oblige, lowering yourself to take more of his throbbing length into your mouth. You can taste his sweat and precome mixing in with your saliva as you begin to bob your head. 

“Baby,” Hugh whimpers, trying to pull you away from him. “I won’t be able to last long if you keep– Ah, fuck me,” he groans, feeling you take him whole. The tip of his length hits the back of your throat and he hears you gag quietly against him.

You then pull away from him, smiling up in his direction. Your hand slowly strokes the base of his manhood, lips brushing against his swollen tip. 

“Alright, baby,” Hugh groans, gently lifting you to your feet. He brings you to stand in front of the mirror above the sink as he moves behind you. You rest your hands on the edge of the sink as Hugh kicks your legs apart and roughly tugs your leggings and panties down your legs. Gently, he rests a hand on your lower back and sees your slickened sex. He lines himself up at your opening and slowly thrusts inside, your walls warm and tight encompassing him inch and by inch. 

You try to hold back your moan, trying to remain quiet as your hands grip the edge of the sink tightly. Hugh grips your hips, pulling you back onto him as he groans to himself. You always feel so good around him; he doesn’t think he’d ever get tired of this, of you. 

When he fills you to the hilt, Hugh gently pulls you to stand upright against him. He brings his arm around your waist, hand sliding up your abdomen as he reaches up to grip your breast into the pit of his palm. 

“Hugh,” you moan, biting your lower lip to keep the noise down. Hugh makes it difficult, his hips snapping against yours from behind followed by his hand kneading your breast. It’s a mixture of sensations and his free hand comes down between your legs, fingers finding your bundle of nerves. 

“Hugh, oh god, I–” he delivers a sharp thrust, which elicits a loud moan to leave your lips. He smirks to himself, hand moving from your breast to cover your mouth. Hugh’s lips hover near your ear, grunting quietly against you.

“Shh, baby,” he groans. “Don’t want anyone to hear us…”

“Fuck me,” you moan against his hand, gently biting down on him to keep yourself quiet. 

“I am, baby,” Hugh growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his other hand quickens its movements on your clit, rubbing you in circles. He feels your body begin to tremble against him, your walls quivering around his length. He knows you’re close and so, he quickens the pace of his thrusts. While he was trying to keep you quiet, his movements make it very clear and very obvious what you’re both doing in the bathroom. 

His skin slaps against yours and he can hear the loud squelching with each thrust. You’re so wet that it dampens the hair at his base. The sounds are so obscene that anyone in the gym can hear exactly what’s going on; he just hopes that Shawn and Ryan had left and no one was in the gym except for the both of you.

“Hugh!” you matter against his hand, moving your own to reach down to grip his forearm. You push back against him, feeling the tip of his manhood kiss your cervix. It’s enough to push you over the edge, your body shaking against him. 

Hugh doesn’t last long as he usually does after you reach your orgasm because he delivers another couple of thrusts before he releases deep inside of you. He drops his hands to your hips, holding you flush against him as his eyes flutter closed. Hugh rests his forehead against the back of your shoulder, chest heaving as he pants heavily. 

“God, I love you so much,” he whispers. 

You smile, involuntarily squeezing your walls around him before you feel him pull out. You slowly turn in his arms and bring your hands to his cheeks, lightly pecking his lips. “I think I’m spent,” you laugh quietly. 

“I’d say it was a good gym session, what do you think?” Hugh’s eyes lower down to your legs, seeing his release slowly drip down and out of you. He watches you reach down to gather his release on your fingertips, bringing it to your lips and sucking the remnants of it. 

You grin up at him, eyes gazing into his. “Yummy.”

Hugh growls. “You’re naughty.”

“Only you can bring out this side of me,” you admit. 

“Good,” Hugh smirks. “Only me.” 

“We should head back to the hotel room and clean up,” you smile. 

“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. But I’m not done with you yet, baby.” 

—

Throughout the week, you continue to come to set with Hugh. Each night, you spend a good hour editing the pictures you’ve taken for the day. You find a good routine with your schedule, even going so far as to scheduling a few engagement photoshoots. 

You continue to go to the gym with Hugh and most of the time, you’re both distracted by each other that it feels like neither of you get anything done. 

And as the weeks go by, Hugh continues to take more and more pictures of you and the both of you together. The comments about the age gap still exist, but they lessen overtime when his fans see how happy Hugh is. You’ve also learned how to pay no attention to the comments either.

The love you have for Hugh only gets stronger as each day passes. Hugh takes every chance he gets to tell you that he loves you, that he’s crazy about you and you never have to wonder how he’s feeling about you, or about this relationship. Since you’ve been with him, you find that Hugh has shown you a love that you deserve, a relationship that’s healthy. 

There’s a weeklong break that the cast and crew get before continuing to film and you take this time to spend as much uninterrupted time as you can with Hugh. Now that your relationship with him is out in the open, you no longer need to hide it and it feels so freeing to be able to hold his hand in public, kiss his cheek or give him a hug without worrying about getting caught. 

You finally feel like things are falling into place, like you’re finally finding your way back to yourself. 

Hugh’s in the shower when your phone rings. You reach for it and don’t bother to look at the contact number before answering. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, sweetheart.” 

Your heart drops and you pull the phone from your ear to see the contact number listed. It’s an unknown caller, which makes sense because you had originally blocked his number from your phone after the breakup. 

“Jack, what are you–”

“I miss you,” he interrupts. “I see that you’ve moved on pretty quickly after our relationship. Are you happy?” 

You stand up and move outside to the balcony, leaning against the railing as you fidget with your fingers. “You shouldn’t be calling me.” 

“I shouldn’t have ended things,” he sighs from the other end of the call. “I’ve done a lot of thinking and–”

“No,” you interrupt. “You don’t get to come back into my life and say all these things.” You’re so focused on the call that you don’t hear Hugh step out with you.

He can see how tense you are, how your body is beginning to tremble with unshed tears. You’re beginning to fidget and pace back and forth, so he reaches out gently to rest a hand on your lower back. When you turn around to face him, he notices the look and expression you have. You’re visibly upset, tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks, and your breathing picks up. 

“Who is it?” he mouths.

“Don’t call me again,” you say to the person on the other end. “I mean it.” 

Ending the call, you toss your phone onto the small table and immediately wrap your arms around Hugh. Once you feel his strong arms envelope you, you begin to cry silently into his chest. He rubs your back, brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Baby, what’s going on?” Hugh whispers. 

You shake your head, just wanting to hold onto him and forget the conversation you just had with your ex-boyfriend. The same ex-boyfriend who you had a toxic relationship with. The same ex-boyfriend who you had given up everything for and didn’t get anything in return. 

“Jack– He–” you pull back, hiccuping in between sobs. “He called me and–”

Hugh’s brows lift upwards as he reaches up to wipe your tears away. “What– What did he say?” 

You can’t even bring yourself up to say it. Instead, you just shake your head and look up at him. “Can we stay in today? I’m sorry. I know that we had plans…”

“Whatever you want, baby,” Hugh interrupts. “Come on.” He brings you back inside the room and lies down on the bed, pulling you immediately into his arms. “Whenever you’re ready, we can talk about it. I’m here to listen.” 

“I told him that I’m happy with you, that I’m in love and–” you bite your lower lip, clutching Hugh so tightly that you’re afraid to let go. “He just said some hurtful things and maybe– Maybe it’s true, but I just…” 

Hugh tightens his jaw. He feels frustrated and angry for you, that this man still had the audacity to come back into your life and treat you the way he does. He reaches down and cups your cheek, gently pecking your lips. “Hey,” he whispers. “They’re not true. Whatever he said, they aren’t true.” 

“He’s here,” you blurt out. “Maybe I should go back home. Back to New York, and–”

“No.” Hugh interjects. “You’re staying right here with me. With Shawn, with Ryan.” 

“But–”

“No,” Hugh repeats. “I’m not going to let this man think he has this much control over you, d’ya hear me, baby?”

“Hugh–”

Hugh shakes his head. “He doesn’t get to hurt you again. I’m not gonna let him. You’re with me, baby.” 

You don’t respond, your mind already drifting to the things that Jack said. You hate that he has so much authority over you, how one simple conversation can flip a switch in you. You look up at Hugh, taking note of the seriousness in his features, the concern in his eyes. You love him so much, you truly do, but maybe Jack’s right. Maybe Hugh does deserve better than you would ever be able to give him. 

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THE BABYSITTING TRAP (18+)

Summary:  the gang made  a plan to set steve up and Y/n hopper up, did they expect it to go so well ?

Warning : smut , soft dom steve , praise kink , daddy kink , hair pulling   , spanking just steve unleashing his inner eddie to be fair . also everything nancy did and tension during season 4 we're just going to pretend it was us instead.  steve being fluffier than his hair . this is 18+ minors not welcome

As far as failed night go , he was starting to think this was possibly could be the best night of his life.  All he had to do was well  tell her how  he felt . which kinda was hard to do watching to move around her trailer wearing his t-shirt  making them popcorn  to watch a movie alone , together . the girl of his dreams , one that stood by everything , one who appreciated him .  little thing she would do told him as much  when they were hanging as group. she stop them teasing him about his failed love life , made sure eddie didn't eat his favourite snacks if he was running late , hell even having his favourite snacks there .  how she would actually listen to what he had to say during the whole upside down situation .  checking his wounds and making sure everything was healing  or cleaned properly.  how when he was pulled under water she was straight in after .. maybe shit he was idiot . the kids were right and it was right in front of him the whole time . he for once didn't think of his action , when she came over he helped her with placing the things down not before pulling her on to his lap and  cuddling her close , god her giggles made his day, a melody he could listen to on repeat he was sure of it .  " what has gotten into you harrington, not that i'm complaining  " her smile , that damned smile could make anyone's day brighter  . " something that took me way too long to do " he said proud his voice didn't squeak or waver  . " and what would that be " god he had the usually confident teasing yet kind and caring y/n nervous.  " taking that step   ,  a step we both wanted , to finally stop kidding myself and finally go after the girl i want so bad it physically hurts sometimes , making sure no one can take her away " he smiled leaning up and capturing her lips with his .  she wanted to punch herself the shit she  used to say about how ridiculous movie kissing was bullshit . she could literally eat her words with how wrong she was .  how his lips against hers felt like they were meant to be there . two puzzle pieces connect to reveal the whole picture. souls reconnecting after eternity searching for  each other , nerves coming to life , fire work the lot . 

Needing air they reluctantly pulled back , both shit eating grins on there faces .  " about time harrington i was beginning to lose hope " she sighed dramatically head falling against his chest. " hey you could have said something you know " he defended finger lifting her chin to make her eyes align with his . " maybe i was scared " she bit her lip which wasn't a lie  , she'd been the same telling the group they were seeing things .  " well i was was terrified , i mean imagine losing this beautiful , kind , sweetheart , kinda an asshole sarcastic woman and one of my best friends because i told her i love her so much it drive me insane" he bared it all everything he was feeling over the years . " wait love " she sat up looking at him fully searching his eyes  making sure it wasn't some stupid prank between him and the kids or eddie .  " love like full blown burn the world down for you love " he  repeated .  what words failed , actions didn't she crashed her lips against his  hungrily showing him how much she loved him , how he made her go on when she thought she couldn't , how he gave her the strength to fight when she felt weak . steve harrington held a place in her heart  since the moment she met him , those puppy brown eyes had her locked , hook , line and sinker .  she pulled the back of his neck in a bid to get closer , while her skin burned with a need  only he could satisfy .    a quick turn of positions and she was now straddling the man she dreamed about for so long .  steve kissed back harder like she was his only source of oxygen while his hands land on her hip pulling her closer .  like it was on instinct her hips rolled making the man  under let out the sexiest almost primal moan she had ever heard . it was surreal she had steve the hair harrington moaning beneath her .   " if we gonna do this baby girl then we are going to need that bed of yours " a husk almost whisper against her ear making her whimper. steve harrington made her  give out the neediest whimper  something she wasn't aware could happen.  " take me to bed steve " she moaned feeling his strain against his jeans . 

without be breaking the kiss , he lifted her effortlessly up off the chair , holding her steady as he kissed down her neck  the t-shirt he love seeing on  her was now in his way . she could feel her skin almost burn with desire pulling the shirt over her head showing  the pink lace bra hiding underneath . " i definitely died and now in heaven" he teased kissed down her chest as he hand pushed her bedroom door open and kicking it closed . laying her softly on the bed as she pulled her shorts off . " eager are we " he smirked seeing the lust blown eyes , kiss bitten lips and it was all for him .  " please steve fuck touch me , kiss me do something " she kneeled before him pulling him by his waist band .    "yeah i died and this is heaven " he growled pushing her on her back while giving her almost a bruising kiss .  licking , biting down her neck as he unclasped her bra sitting up to admire her , the dream he had were nothing in comparison to the real deal. " fuck you are so beautiful baby girl " his hand giving teasing pinches to her now hardened peaks .  " oh you like that huh baby" he grin bowing his head . at first it teasing kitten licks , before a hiss broken moan came from her lips feeling him sucking and  biting her nipples soft mouth making her core throb with a need . her panties drenched at the way he handled her in such as short space of time.  she felt a fire burn deeper when his kissing began to continue down her body .   even touch of his lips felt like her wildest dreams coming to life yet it still wasn't enough she needed more of him , all of him . " can i take these off"  he asked a false coyness lilt to his deep husky voice. " fuck yes please i need you " she whimpered . " oh baby girl daddy's gonna take care of you , be a good girl and sit back while i eat this little pussy of yours,  can you do that " fuck this was definitely a dream ." yes daddy i'll be good " .   she hissed feeling his finger sliding up and down painful slow yet not even where she wanted . " all this for me such a good girl ..mmm you taste fucking heavenly i knew you would my sweet beautiful girl " he moaned tongue swirling tasting her slick . never did he think he would have her  tasting so sweet on his tongue dancing on his taste buds it was safe to say he was already addicted. " mm fuck daddy " she cried feeling his tongue swirl around her puffy clit sending her head crashing against the pillow  the pulling his hair and her back arching at the sensation . steve harrington ate pussy like it was a five course meal and his last meal all in one . she felt her coil tighten and windup so tight she almost screamed when it snapped making his actions faster lapping up her orgasim . " fuck i'm doing that daily fucking hell baby you taste so good " he groaned wiping her juices from his face.  

" now i need to be in that pussy because i near damn came in my fucking boxers like a little virgin , can i fuck you my sweet girl " he smiled down seeing her blissed out face.  she couldn't speak all her mind consisted of was him and him needing to be inside her . " too cock drunk speak  that's ok daddy will take care of you " he growled teasing his cock through her folds coating him up ,underestimating his own control but slowly he began pushing in , feeling the softness of her walls  it was like she was made for him and him  alone .  she couldn't help the pleading and begging that flew out of her mouth nor if someone told her this would happen she'd laugh in their face yet here she was doing just that  .  " FUCK" she cried as he began to thrust hitting spots in her body she never knew where there ,  her nails  scraping down his back in a bid to pull him closer anyway she could but what surprised her most was when he pinned her hands above her head , fucking her into the mattress like it was his main goal in life  turning her on more that she even thought was possible . babbles and moans filling the room along with the filthiness spewing from the  mans mouth .  " daddy fuck just like that " she cried wanting to grab him but hell even the restricted movement made it better somehow. he let go of her hands gliding them down pinching her nipples as he passed them before he began circling her clit  . " we cum together baby i can feel it  " he growled as she clenched around . " now " his thrust sloppy then she felt his cum filling her up painting ever part of her cervix as she herself clenched down milking ever part of it .  " fuck that was...." she panted . " totally happening every chance we get .. i totally agree" he joked pulling out of her. " steve you know i love you too right .. so much it drives me insane " she leaned up lasily kissing him as he pulled her to his chest .  

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" i'm not going in there but it's safe to say the plan worked and dustin is traumatise " robin nodded face in pure disgust. " who knew harrington was a kinky fuck " eddie smirked . " can we please just go " dustin whispered . " come on we can get the money of steve for therapy " robin led him toward eddies van . " HARRINGTON YOU ARE MY HERO " eddie yelled in . " munson come on before henderson barfs in your van " robin hissed. 

[hhoneylemon]

𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘵. 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢

jess mariano x reader

genre; fluff

word count; 896

summary; jess annotates a book for reader and then proceeds to rethink every decision he’s ever made.

reader pov

I had stopped by at Luke’s Diner to grab a coffee and have a small chat with Jess in the morning. He described a book he had recently read, saying it had been turned into a movie that disrespected the name.

“It’s so bad. Like, they changed multiple events and even one of the characters names. Don’t forget how everyone interacts with each other… it basically just shares the same name as the book is all.”

It was interesting seeing how frustrated he got about it, and I smiled at him.

“What book is this?”

His eyes widen a tad as he realizes he didn’t even say.

“I Know What You Did Last Summer. Lois Duncan.”

I nod, interested. I’d heard of the movie before, I think, in passing from my best friend. She and her mother watch a lot of things together, this might’ve been one she talked about.

“Did you like the book?”

I take a sip from my coffee, allowing the warmth of the drink to wake me up a bit more.

“Yeah, it was good. I annotated it as I read, if you want to borrow it.”

I smile at the offer, nodding along.

“I’d like that.”

And so here I sit, comfortably on my bed as I read the book. Jess’s annotations were always interesting. He didn’t only look at suspicious details in the story, he also had a soft spot for some of the romantic moments. It made me smile whenever I saw one, that goof.

The book was good, as he had said it was. I knew that Jess had written his full thoughts in the very back, so once I finished, I took everything in to form my opinions. I then open to the back to compare.

I didn’t expect a small folded paper to fall out. A little ‘huh’ escapes from my lips as I unfold it, reading it. I almost laugh at the simplicity of it. A note saying ‘Will you go on a date with me?’ with two boxes, one for yes and one for no. I snort in amusement, before placing it beside me to read his thoughts.

They were agreeable. It was well written and the. characters were developed. Barry was an asshole and Ray came off kinda creepy during some parts of the book.

Once I finish reading his thoughts, I turn my attention back to the note. I pick it up and walk to my desk, grabbing a pen. I checkmark the yes box and slide the note back into the book, knowing I’ll drop it off before dinner.

jess pov

What was I thinking.

Metallica pulses through the air as I stare at the ceiling. I’m lying on the floor as I collect my thoughts. I just asked out Y/n, and in probably the most stupid way possible.

What else can I do, I guess? And it’s too late anyways, they’re bound to have seen it by now.

Perhaps it isn’t the end of the world. If they say no, I’ll lose a close friend, but I’ll survive. Maybe I’ll be regretting who I am for a while, but I’ll survive.

The notes of Nothing Else Matters ring in my ears like a bell. I hum along faintly, occupying myself from my thoughts.

I pick myself up when there’s a knock on my bedroom door.

“Yes?”

Luke pops his head in, looking at me with tired eyes.

“C’mon. Dinner rush about to come in.”

And so I turn off my CD player and trudge down to the diner, ready to serve the rush. I head to the counter like my uncle asks me to and take peoples orders, scribbling in the notepad and dismissing them to a table. I hand the notepad to Luke to take to whoever’s cooking and repeat the process who knows how many times, when my attention is grabbed by a familiar face entering the diner.

Y/n approaches the counter with a friendly smile, brandishing my copy of I Know What You Did Last Summer. They place it on the counter, and I take it into my hands.

“Thoughts?”

I watch them lean against the counter and think for a moment.

“Well, I thought it was good. Barry was terrible to Helen, Ray was kinda freaky, Julie’s mom was a real one, some of the scenes were cool. The gunshot during the fireworks show was clever, I liked that. A crazed brother is a little silly, I wonder what happened to poor Megan. I feel bad for the parents of the little boy. I liked Helen but thought she was a little dim for not realizing what Barry was up to. His mom was annoying. I also like how you annotate books, by the way. Seeing your thought process is really interesting while I’m having my own, y’know?”

Y/n finishes, looking at me. Their look is knowing, so I know they read the note. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I wonder what they’ll say, if anything. The silence that follows what they say is awkward.

And then, “I’ll go out with you.”

They hand me the note, and I see that they checked off the yes box. I look up and see them smiling at me. I give a small smile back.

Maybe it wasn’t a mistake after all.

[buckysouvenir]

call it what you want

pairing: bucky barnes x y/n authors note: day tree!

the valentine’s day collection 2025: for the first 14 days of february, i’ll be posting a series of short stories inspired by songs, all centered around bucky barnes.

reblogs, likes and comments are always encouraged and highly appreciated! thank you ♡

The world was quiet for once, but Bucky’s mind was anything but. 

The Winter Soldier. Hydra’s weapon. A killer. They had a picture of him so dark, even he had a hard time believing there was anything else left.

So, he disappeared. For months, nobody heard from him. Not Steve. Not Sam. He needed the silence more than he needed air. He needed to figure out who he was without the ghosts of the past clawing at him, dragging him back into the dark.

But then, there was her.

Y/N walked into my life when I wasn’t even looking. She wasn’t afraid of me like so many others were. She didn’t flinch at the sight of my metal arm, didn’t hesitate to stand by me when I thought I didn’t deserve anyone’s kindness.

She saw me. The real me.

I don’t know how she does it, but when Y/N looks at me, it’s like the weight of the world lifts off my shoulders. She makes me forget the noise—the whispers of those who doubt me, the accusations, the labels. All the liars fade into nothing when I look at her.

And she’s beautiful. God, she’s beautiful. She’s got this way about her, like she doesn’t even realize how much light she brings into a room. She’s fit like a daydream, moving through life with a kind of quiet strength that leaves me breathless.

Sometimes, I catch myself staring. It’s not just her smile or the way her eyes light up when she’s excited. It’s the little things—how her lips twitch when she’s trying not to laugh, or how she tilts her head when she’s listening to someone talk.

And she loves me. Not in the way people love an idea of someone, but the real me. She loves me like I’m someone brand new.

I don’t deserve her. I know that. I’ve made the same mistakes over and over, burned bridges I didn’t even try to fix. And maybe I’ll never learn, but at least I did one thing right: her.

One night, we were sitting by the fire. The compound was quiet for once, the kind of peaceful stillness I rarely experienced. She was leaning against my side, her hand brushing mine, and the words just slipped out before I could stop them.

“Would you run away with me?”

I wasn’t sure why I said it. Maybe it was because, for the first time in forever, I felt like I could breathe around her. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to share her with the rest of the world.

She turned to look at me, her eyes wide, searching my face for something. And then she smiled, this soft, radiant smile that made my chest ache.

“Wherever you go,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’ll follow.”

When you first met Bucky Barnes, you didn’t know what to expect. He was quiet, his head always down, like the weight of the world was pressing down on him. He moved like he didn’t want anyone to notice him, but you did.

You saw him.

He had this way of making himself small, like he thought he didn’t deserve to take up space. But when he looked up, when those stormy blue eyes met mine, something shifted.

He’s the kind of person who hides his heart, but when he trusts you, it’s like being let into a secret. And somehow, you became the person he walked to.

Bucky isn’t what the world thinks he is. He’s kind, in ways people don’t notice. Like the way he remembers the little things—how you take my coffee, which books you like to read, even the songs you hum under my breath.

One night, when the compound’s heating system failed during a snowstorm, he built a fire just to keep you warm. He sat there for hours, feeding the flames, making sure you wouldn’t shiver.

It wasn’t just the fire, though. It was him. Always showing up, always caring in ways he didn’t think anyone noticed.

You started wearing his initial around your neck not long after that. A small silver chain with a simple charm. It wasn’t because he owned you or anything like that—it was because he knew you. Really knew you.

Bucky saw through all the walls you’d built around yourself. He saw the parts of you kept hidden, the pieces you thought no one would ever want. And he stayed.

One night, you sat by the fire again, the same warmth wrapping around you. He looked at you with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“Would you run away with me?” he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.

Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in his words. He didn’t ask because he thought you needed saving or because he wanted to escape. He asked because, for the first time, he felt like we could have something that was just yours.

“Wherever you go,” you whispered, “I’ll follow.”

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[mattyriddlesbitch]

The Mark (Chapter Eleven)

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Aaaaansgty

Even though Mattheo had been pushing you away since the end of the previous school year, making it eight months as it was now January, you still had a soft spot for him. You still left him the same sweets you got him since 3rd year outside his door. You still defended him when people would start talking shit about him. You still tried talking to him in class or saying ‘hi’ whenever he passed you in the halls.

Everyone just got back from holiday break and you figured you would leave the sweets you got him outside his dorm room again. You were about to put the sweets down in front of his door when you heard crying on the other side of the door. It made you frown and you knocked on the door instead, calling his name. When you didn’t hear a response, you tried the door, but it was locked. You grabbed your wand, casting the ‘alohomora’ spell, unlocking the door and walking in. You didn’t see him in his room, but you could hear running water in the bathroom. You dropped the sweets on his bed before opening the bathroom door, walking in quietly to see him through the glass shower walls fully clothed, sitting on the shower floor with the water coming down on him.

“Mattheo?” You said softly to get his attention as you approached the shower.

He flinched, moving to the back wall of the shower as he faced you, aiming his wand at you. You could see the scared look in his eyes and his fast breathing before he lowered his wand, sitting back down, the tears starting back up.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, opening the shower door as you kneeled in front of the shower. “What happened, Mattheo?”

He ran his hands over his face, seeming to try to wipe the tears off his face. You noticed a loofah and different types of sponges scattered on the shower floor.

“Matty?” You called his name softly to make him look at you. He moved his hands a little to peer at you between his fingers. “What happened?”

He hesitated, not saying a single word to you before lowering his right arm, showing you the skull and snake symbol on his arm. You recognized it. It was the death eater symbol. You covered your mouth with your hand, definitely not expecting that. You noticed the skin around the symbol looked all red and irritated. It looked like he tried scrubbing it off with all the stuff surrounding him in the shower.

“Oh, Mattheo.” You spoke softly.

“I don’t want it.” He finally said, probably saying that so you knew he didn’t want to be a death eater.

“I know.” You nodded, letting him know you understood this wasn’t his choice.

“I’m not him. I don’t want to be him!” His voice was shaky and hoarse, clearly holding back more tears.

“I know. I know, Mattheo.” You said, moving to climb into the shower with him, wrapping your arms around him.

He didn’t fight it. He just hugged you back, sobbing into your shirt that was now getting soaked from the shower. He pulled you closer, sitting you in his lap to keep you as close as possible.

“I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to kill. He’s going to make me.” He sobbed, only making your heart break.

You sighed softly, moving a hand to his hair to try to comfort him. “I know you don’t.”

“He’s going to make me do terrible things. I don’t want to really hurt people. I get into fights, but I don’t want to hurt them that bad. I just get angry and I can’t stop myself, but I don’t want to kill anyone.” He said, his head still buried in your shoulder.

“I know.” It was all you could think to say. You knew he wasn’t evil. You knew he didn’t want to hurt someone to the point of long term damage. He just had problems controlling his emotions and would hurt the person he was mad at, but it would be bruises or cuts, maybe a broken nose if pushed hard enough. But he wasn’t a killer. You knew that and you just wanted to assure him you didn’t see him as one.

“Everyone already hates me. If they find out…” You could feel his body shake as he cried.

“I won’t tell anyone. No one will find out.” You assured as you kept running your hand through his hair.

“What if I slip up? What if I roll my sleeves up without thinking? Or my teammates see it when we’re changing in the locker room for quidditch? I can’t hide it forever.” He said between heavy breaths, like he was trying and failing to calm himself.

“We’ll figure something out. Maybe we can find a spell to cover it temporarily or something.”

He suddenly pushed you back to look at you. “No, no, no. no, no.” He shook his head. “No. No way. You’re not getting involved. I already told you. I don’t want you hurt.”

“Mattheo-”

“No, no! You’re not even supposed to be here. What are you doing here?” He asked, frowning as he wiped the remaining tears off of his face.

“I was just dropping off some of that candy when I heard you crying.” You answered.

“(Y/N), I-I can’t-I can’t keep doing this. I…can’t have you in my life without you getting hurt. I need you to understand that.” He said, looking between your eyes.

“I do. I understand.” You nodded, trying to get him to understand that you don’t mind getting hurt for him.

“No. I need you to understand that my father is back. And he will use you against me. And he has no issue using the unforgivable curses against anyone.”

“Mattheo, I understand. But you’re important to me and I want to be in your life.” 

You both stared at each other for a moment. You could see his jaw clench and see the movement in his throat when he swallowed. “I will never forgive myself if you get hurt.”

“I won’t. I won’t get hurt.” You shook your head slightly.

“You’re stubborn.” He shook his head too, finally breaking eye contact to look away and sigh.

“I know.” You said with a small smile.

“Just…If I say to run or anything for your own safety, please, just listen to me.” He said as he looked back at you.

“Okay.” You nodded, dropping the smile to let him know you’re serious.

“Thank you.” He said quietly and you weren’t sure if that was for agreeing with him or for comforting him, but you were glad nonetheless. “You’re soaked.” He said, moving a hand to one of your strands of hair, letting it go and letting it fall back into place.

“So are you.” You smiled.

“Yeah. Let’s get out of here.” He said, helping you up off of his lap before standing up himself and turning off the shower.

He casted a quick spell to dry you two off and pulled his sleeve down to cover the dark mark.

“You should probably go before you get into trouble.” He said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, you’re right. Goodnight, Mattheo.” You said, giving him a small nod and smile before leaving his room.

He walked over to his bed, seeing the sweets you left, sighing to himself for a second before tossing the sweets into a drawer.

Chapter 10

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[actual-changeling]

they meet up alone for the first time since- since. a roof top, to escape the bustling street below because the bookshop is full of broken dreams and bittersweet memories.

aziraphale is late, quietly showing up behind him before hesitantly walking and stopping on his left. for a moment, the air tastes like the first approaching thunderstorm and desert sand, like blooming plants and fresh apples.

for a moment, they're back on the walls of eden and familiar strangers.

"well, that could have gone better," aziraphale eventually mumbles, and crowley has to suppress the urge to throw him a glance and sigh. 

"we saved the world, didn't we?" 

his response is dry, tense with the weight of unspoken and spoken confessions, crackling like static between them and raising goosebumps on their skin.

"we did," he stops, clearly holding back more, and crowley's pulse quickens under the tenderness of his gaze, unseen but felt all the same. "crowley, there's something i want to say, and i- can you look at me? please?"

there was a time when he never stopped looking at him, following him with his eyes whenever he could see him and with his heart when he couldn't, yet when he takes his shades off now, turning to face him, crowley almost walks away.

sparkling hyacinth blue eyes, grey as storm clouds when they need to be, bright as a midday summer sky when he laughs, and so, so, so familiar. 

so, so loved.

he expects stuttered words and apologies, expects anger, maybe, and stoic heartbreak. what he doesn't expect is for aziraphale's pupils to swallow his irises whole as his hands fly up to grasp his shirt and pull him into a kiss. 

even caught off-guard, crowley melts into it immediately, reaching for soft cheeks and the nape of his neck, and this- this is coming home. not earth, not the bookshop, not the bentley, nothing except for the happy little sigh he can taste on his tongue and the heat of aziraphale's skin against his.

compared to their first kiss, it's impossible tender, still desperate but for entirely different reasons, a hello instead of a good-bye.

they pull back just enough to lean their foreheads together, breathing each other in, and crowley cannot help himself.

"i thought you wanted to tell me something?" he quips, his voice trembling and sounding adoring rather than teasing, but aziraphale lets out a tiny chuckle regardless.

"i did, but then i looked at you and just couldn't help myself. still, i'm sorry. i'm so sorry for hurting you. i'm angry you hurt me, but i-"

crowley tenses, muscles tight in an instead, but aziraphale stops himself in time.

"ah, i suppose i should find a better phrase, huh?"

"i'm sorry, too, aziraphale. angel." the smile tugging on aziraphale's lips encourages his to do the same with ease, and although a part of him is terrified down to his very essence, he inhales shakily and adds, "my angel."

no sudden rain appears, and isn't needed, not this time. nothing is perfect or easy, the opposite, really, and they both know it; there are dozens of lifetimes worth of pain to heal. 

but when aziraphale kisses the happiness off his face and leaves his own behind, humanity below them, around them, crowley thinks of a garden, an apple, and knows that he was right.

if it led them to this, to each other, he did the good thing, after all.

[insert-the-4thwall-entity]

Imma just info dump some [conceptional, not final] stuff real quick for Transformers Starfall :

It's 2055, Japan's the number one lead in the world for tech innovation. The location of main interest is Neo-saka (New Osaka), where it's the 2nd most advanced city next to Metro-tokyo. Don't expect many changes from our current time, it's only in tech and architect.

The plot follows Kai Natsumi, a teen who likes art, music, J-alt style/rock//grunge specifically, motorbike riding, space, robots and aliens. Nobody knows what happened to her parents, Yoshimoru 'Yoshi' and Juno, herself included. In the city she lives almost everyone has a materialistic, 'everything must be the same' mindset and Kai hates it. If someone has something very unique about them, they have to hide it, but 30% of the unique people would rather show it off and rebel against the materialistic hivemind, like a punk. Kai and her friends (names in progress) are one of those punks. The [N] of them actually formed a group/gang called The Outliers.

'What about the cybertronians?', you ask and to that i shall answer :

This isn't a case where it's their first time on earth, they've been living amongst humans for god knows how long. Optimus prime, the current leader, had decided to put Earth under autobot protection from the decepticons, because Megatron wants to strip earth of it's natural resources and enslave humanity, so he could take over Cybertron and the galaxy. No human knew that there where alien robots roaming around as vehicles. Well, until the night fate decided to do it's own thing.

During that night Kai was attacked by Skywarp and Thundercracker with the assistance of Ravage and Rumble, because 'If that insignificant lifeform exposes us to it's natives, it'll be a significant problem!'. In response Kai manages to take out Ravage with her favorite guitar that she carries around to play wherever she likes. Just as she was about to go on a edicius mission by going against the bigger 'cons, the autobots come in, including Optimus. Kai didn't give up fighting tho, she decided to help said autobots by distracting the 'cons. This shows Kai knows which type of alien archetypes are trustworthy or not and her standards when it come to the question 'If aliens showed up, what would you do?'. The fight was pretty short too, so it didn't take long to put a few scratches on the 'cons. After it tho Kai, still not familiar with the Autobots, thanks Optimus for 'stopping me before killing myself, i guess', states that she'll keep them a secret 'till further notice and sorta jokes it being all a dream. As she was heading towards home, Op replies with a single, soft 'hm' to which Kai took is as both a 'your welcome' and a 'thank you for the help'. That's when they've practically earned each other's respect.

Ever since then the Autobots and the Outliers have been allies and Kai has been living the dream of being friends/teammates with robot aliens.

so yeah, will post designs, or hell maybe start a fan manga -

[plantoyoon]

New experiences. part 3

This is more related to part. 1 - first section (maybe at some point I'll arrange it differently)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Synopsis: You need someone to help you with your needs

Genre/Tags: First time meeting, Friends with benefits, maybe soul bound

Sexting, Smut, 18+

You open the conversation once again after the flood of thoughts.

“I thought about you, I touched myself thinking about you last week. Thought about writing, but I knew you wouldn’t want to hear from me… so I didn’t. “

“So my assumption that you thought about me was right. I typed another text last week, but didn’t have the courage to send it.”

”Seems we both think about each other at the same time.” said Yoongi.

”Maybe even pleasuring at the same time.” super bold of you to say this. But you can't stop yourself, coming to the realisation that Yoongi thought about you, makes your body tense and hot. Soft shivers running in random parts of your body. It seems he still has that effect on you, turning you on with just a few words that bring the anticipation of something more.

He changes the subject and asks how have you been, but you're still not ready to get over the old sensation that were rewired into your body. And you type`Seems like you still have the same effect on me, making me feel frisky just like that. ``

``I can say the same for you. Wasn't expecting that honestly after all this time.`` answers Yoongi.

Now you feel ready to answer his more normal question: ''I've been focused on work, insanely focused on it. How have you been?''

He answers on an equivalent note: I've been quite imersed in my work also, but this is my life. Same old things.'' He sends you a picture with his workplace and you fet the feeling you're invading so you think about leaving the conversation. ''Alright, cool. I'll let you do your own thing.''

''I don't think you understand what you did to me, I'm hard now. I was expecting this too happen because all the pleasure that now runs through my mind.'' and with his words he just puts your body on fire. You think how wild your body reacts to these words, you'd have definitely cringed on another chat with another guy, but with Yoongi feels different.

You see him typing and typing but not sending so you decide to inquire: so... you want to say something?

'I'm just thinking and remembering you. I don't think it's appropriate to say this, but I have just sex and work on my mind.'' Of course he does, but it doesn't seem to bother you, you already know no good things would come out of this. But sex with Yoongi it's definitely worth it.''

You type ''It is. I want you!''

''Naughty little girl. Have to show me how naughty you are.'' he gets bold with his texts too, bolder than you remember.

''Allow me to.'' you play into his story.

''Yes, naughty and dirty. Just the way we like it.''

and you wonder once again, how comes he makes you feel like this with his crass words, with his dirty talk, with his bold way of assuming that both of you like it the same why. The most devastatingly part is that he is right, it is just the way you like it. You two are perfect for each other, same issues, same solvings, same desires, same resolving. His hands perfectly fitting on your body and his words flowing throught your mind rivers like they're at home.

''I want you riding my face, Y/N.''

''Just the way we like it.'' you repeat. ''Please me as long as you want. I want to hear your moans against my cunt.''

''I want you to cream in my mouth like a good girl, Y/N.'' This man will bring you death, will make you insane for sure, but the desire you have of him is impossible to let you think straight.

''A good girl you say?''

''You are my good girl, you're so perfect while I spank your ass and fuck it.''

''Yes, please. I'll be so good, spoil me.''

''How good you say you going to be?''

''The best girl, perfect behaviour.''

''Y/N, of course if you promite to be good, I'll treat you right. You know me and how I like to take care of you.''

Your mind is hazy now, dizzy with lust and lost once again in his way of getting under your skin.

''If I wasn't in Japan, I would have invited you to my place. But now we have to boil on the small fire untill i return.''

''Not the right timing again. We don't know how to cook.'' you joke, forgetting he is quite good at cooking actually. '' We're getting to far.'' you continue.

''Of course, we always go far with everything. Lets meet when I get back, I would like too. Only if you want, Y/N.'' Yoongi replies with a hug and kiss emoji at the end.

You want to meet him, you know that if he would say let's meet now. You would find a way. He has that insane effect on you. At the same time you feel your choiches might be reckles. You think too yourself how much you cried last time you stopped talking because he wasn't ready for the relationship.

Will you be able to go through this again?! So you type a bit arrogantly: ''Maybe I want to, but don't get too ahead of yourself!''

[waytooinvested]

Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 33

This and previous chapters are also on AO3

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The takeout bag hit the roof with a soft thump as Lena and Kara turned to face Lex, sushi rolls spilling out across the too-short distance between them.

‘Lex. How long have you been here?’

‘Long enough. I was surprised to hear from you after all this time, so I thought I’d teleport in quietly and get the lay of the land before I revealed myself. Imagine my surprise when I arrived to find you not in a deadly battle for your life, but casually sitting up here doing nothing in particular. I considered that maybe you had just come round to my way of thinking and were ready to join your family, but then who should show up but Little Miss Blonde Ambition herself, and you all but tell her you’re trying to lay a trap for me. Not a very good one I’ll admit, but that still hurts Lena.’

‘It’s not like that. Kara followed me up here, and I was trying to get rid of her. Just because I didn’t want to let you kill her doesn’t mean we can’t still be on the same side.’

Lex shook his head pityingly.

‘I almost admire your attempts to salvage the situation sis, but lets be honest, we both know that I could outwit you with my wits tied behind my back. So shall we just cut to the chase?’

Lena took a cautious quarter step towards Kara, trying to get between her and Lex, but it was no good. She was standing just too far away to block without being obvious about it, and that would only draw further attention to her.

‘Alright, fine. But lets keep this in the family. Let Kara leave, and you and I can discuss things like adults.’

‘Really, Lena? Even now, that – creature – is all you can think about? After everything I did for you, after how generous I’ve been all this time, letting you have your way with your little toy when you should have been focusing on building our legacy? No matter how far I lower my expectations of you, you always find a way to disappoint me. You’re pathetic.’

‘HEY, don’t talk to her like that!’

Kara stepped forwards, fists clenched and jaw set with fury at Lex’s casual cruelty, though she hadn’t seemed to care a bit when he had insulted her. She seemed taller suddenly, a new set to her shoulders that recalled Supergirl more than Kara Danvers, a steely look in her eye that said she was ready to fight for Lena if it came to it.

Lena threw out an arm to stop her before she could move any closer, her own stare flint as she met Kara’s steel and struck sparks.

‘Stay out of this Kara.’

Her tone was a sharp rebuke, though inside she was more touched than she could express that even without her powers Kara was willing to go up against the mass-murdering maniacal genius who had very nearly taken down Superman at full strength, all for her sake.

But her best hope of getting Kara out of here in one piece was to have Lex dismiss her as beneath his notice, and her noble but ill fated attempts to defend her were not helping with that.

‘Yes, stay out of this Kara. Or should I call you Su-’

‘DON’T. She’s nothing to you, she’s not a threat. Just let her walk away, and I’ll come with you. I can help you.’

‘You think I need to bargain for your help? You’ve been helping me for months. Just imagine – DEO backed beta testing for my patented alien neutering technology with full, if unwitting, co-operation from the primary test subject. It’s been most illuminating.’

Of course.

Of course Lex had factored her attempts to restore Supergirl into his plan, and if Lena hadn’t been so laser focused on Kara the whole time she would have deduced that from the start . Not that it would have mattered anyway. After all, what other choice had there really been? Her brother had set up a situation where he won whatever move she played, and Lena stood by her decision to at least try to get Kara’s memories back. Besides, it might even work to her advantage now.

She tilted her chin up and flashed a sharp, self-satisfied smile worthy of Lex himself, conveying all the arrogant Luthor confidence that was her birthright as much as his.

‘And doesn’t that just go to prove my point? Leave the Danvers girl out of this, and I can help you with your real objective. You know she was never the one you really wanted anyway.’

‘And you’d be willing to go after my real objective, in exchange for her?’

‘Lena, whatever this is, you don’t have to-’ Kara tried to chip in, but Lena spoke over her, her eyes never leaving her brother’s face.

‘If that’s what it takes.’

She was lying of course. Once Kara was safely clear of Lex and she had access to his hideout, she would revert to plan A and find a way to get the information she needed out of him, and then kill him before he could carry out his intentions against Superman. She tried not to dwell on what she would do if things went wrong and the only way to save Kara’s life was to remove Superman’s powers for real, leaving the world at Lex’s mercy without either of its Kryptonian protectors.

It wasn’t going to come to that.

And… well, if it did, she’d just have to find a way to save the world herself, and then restore both of them. She’d do it if she had to.

Whatever it takes.

The silence between them lasted just long enough that Lena began to feel an inkling of hope that he might be considering it, then Lex shook his head.

‘As soon as you let go of the chess piece you’re committed to your move, you should know that by now. You broke a sacred trust today Lena, and you have to accept the consequences.’

Lex kept eye contact with her, his expression almost regretful as he pulled a gun from the concealed holster in his jacket and took quick but careful aim at her chest. Lena’s fingers twitched to reach for her own weapon, but as her plan had been to gain her brother’s trust she had compromised accessibility for discretion in her packing, and she had been so intent on getting Kara away that the risk of retrieving it had felt too great compared to what could happen if she failed. Now it was too late: by the time she realised what he was doing, Lex had well and truly outdrawn her. The moment echoed with all the other times it had come down to the three of them, and the choice she had to make between her xenophobic brother and the alien woman she had fallen in love with.

Only this time Lex was the one with holding the gun, and Lena was staring empty handed down its barrel at her own demise, knowing that once she was shot the choice would be out of her hands. There would be nothing she could do to save Kara.

‘It’s time to say goodbye, baby sister.’

The apparent regret in Lex’s eyes hardened into gloating satisfaction, and Lena had the brief, awful understanding that the brother she had once known was so far gone that he was going to enjoy watching her die. Somehow that knowledge hurt even now, and the spark of anger it kindled made her shift her stance, preparing for one last ditch, pointless effort to, if not save herself, then at least wipe the smug look off Lex’s face before she died.

She was preparing to spring when, at the very last second, the barrel of the gun swung from Lena to Kara, Lex’s finger tensing on the trigger as he recalibrated his aim. Lena, watching him intently throughout for any hint of an opening, caught the shift almost before it appeared and threw herself at Kara, shoving her hard to the ground and out of Lex’s line of fire even as Kara tried to do the same for her.

The gunshot rang out, deafeningly loud in the still night, and there was a spray of red as Lena staggered backwards.

She stumbled, off balance, her knees colliding with the low barrier at the roof’s edge.

Time stretched out into slow motion as Lena felt her centre of gravity shift. Her arms pin wheeled desperately, but there was nothing she could grab, and she tipped, agonisingly slowly, out into empty space.

‘LENA!’

Through a rush of tears she saw Kara above her, leaping the railing and launching herself off the edge. Lena couldn’t get enough air into her lungs to make a sound, but her mouth formed a silent howl of no, no, NO as she watched Kara plummet down after her, arms outstretched like a diver from the high board.

She hadn’t even hesitated.

Lena had been having nightmares like this ever since Kara’s accident, but now she wasn’t waking up with a jerk and a cold sweat in her own bed the way she should have been. She was wide awake this time, and Kara had thrown herself off a roof in a doomed attempt to save Lena’s life. Because this wasn’t like her parkour accident. They were a hundred stories up, and there was no surviving this fall.

In the distance behind Kara’s shoulder Lena saw Alex’s stricken, chalk white face appear over the edge of the roof, grabbing uselessly for her sister even though she was well out of her reach by now.

Where the hell had Alex come from?

But the thought slipped away as quickly as it had come as reality rushed in to replace the first seconds of shocked dissociation from what had just happened.

She was about to die.

Kara was about to die.

Lena’s ears were full of screaming and she wasn’t sure which of them it belonged to, or if the world had simply reduced to one long howl of anguish that would echo and rebound throughout eternity.

Unable to bear it, Lena closed her eyes. She didn’t want to risk seeing the moment that Kara shattered on the unforgiving concrete that was rushing up to meet them.

I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.

And then the whistling of wind past her ears stopped. Her hair fell lightly back against her shoulders as gravity seemed to lose its grip on her, and she heard the soft thumping of a heartbeat that wasn’t her own against her ear.

Was this what dying felt like? Whatever came afterwards, she had at least expected there to be more pain at the moment of impact.

Very tentatively, Lena opened her eyes.

Kara was looking down at her, her expression full of mingled concern and fierce determination. Somewhere during the fall she had lost her glasses, her hair was standing out wild about her face from the wind, and a strange, detached thought came to Lena that she couldn’t believe she could ever have missed that Kara and Supergirl were so clearly the same person. Kara Danvers. Kara Zor El. Just, Kara.

‘Are you okay?’

Somehow Lena managed to reinflate her winded lungs enough to choke out a reply.

‘I… think so? Are you?’

‘Yeah, I’m okay.’

Tears flowed down her cheeks as her survival instinct panic spike began to drop out of fight or flight and towards shock.

‘Thank you. Thank you so much.’

‘Of course, you know I’ll always catch you Lena.’

Lena made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and the yelp of a puppy being stepped on.

‘I actually wasn’t sure this time. You have… not been entirely yourself recently.’

‘What do you-?’

And finally Kara seemed to realise where they were and what she was doing. Her eyes widened, and for a moment Lena was afraid that the realisation would cause Lex’s barrier to snap back into place and they’d both plummet to their deaths after all. She cursed herself for not insisting that Kara fly them down immediately and tried to calculate whether they could keep their balance on one of the narrow window ledges if they could get to it before Kara’s flight cut out.

But rather than tumbling from the sky, Kara stared back at Lena with a pained expression and eyes rapidly filling with tears of her own.

‘Lena… you saved me.’

This time her laugh sounded more like a real one, if slightly hysterical with the potent cocktail of adrenaline and relief still pumping through her system.

‘Given our current situation, I’m pretty sure that’s my line. Kara, you just threw yourself off a building for me when thirty seconds ago you had no access to your powers. How did you know you were going to fly?’

‘I didn’t. I-’

The truth seemed to catch up with Kara then, and she shook her head in wonder at what had just happened.

‘I really, really didn’t. I just knew that I couldn’t let you fall.’

It was the purest, most sincere declaration of love that Lena had ever received, and she had no idea how to process it in this moment.

She wanted to tell Kara that she would jump off a building for her too.

That she would bend the laws of nature and unravel the very fabric of the universe.

That there was no line in any reality she would not cross, and while she never, ever wanted to hurt another person, if it came down to it she would choose to let the rest of the world crumble to dust if it meant that Kara would be safe.

The words burned inside her heart, but they were too big, too intense to be allowed out into the open air, especially when Lena was still reeling from their near brush with death, and in the end all she managed to get out was:

‘Now who’s the marshmallow?’

Kara smiled into her eyes, infinitely gentle in spite of her newly restored muscles of steel.

‘Still you.’

‘Honestly, I can’t even argue with that right now. I really want to be mad at you for jumping off a building again, but I am just so, so glad not to be a red stain on the sidewalk.’

Kara gathered her in a little closer against her chest, protective even now the danger was past.

‘Me too.’

‘HEY! If you two don’t get your asses back up here so I can hug you for not being dead RIGHT NOW, I’m going to kill you both!’

They looked up to see Alex glaring down at them from the edge of the roof, gesturing emphatically with one hand while the other held the railing in a white knuckled grip.

‘Oh, right, oops! BE RIGHT THERE!’

Kara began to rise easily back up the way they had come, and in another few seconds Lena found her feet on firm ground and she and Kara were being hugged so tightly that the air was squeezed from her lungs. There was no room to draw another breath to replace it, but still she never wanted the moment to end, because this was everything she had always wanted and never had, and she knew that no matter who she was born to or who raised her, this was her family now.

‘Alex, I can’t believe you’re here. How are you here?’

Alex shrugged, flashing a grin that was half cocky, half guilty.

‘I followed you. Well. Technically I had a drone follow you. I’ve had one in place since our text conversation last night actually, because I could see you were too much of a stubborn ass to back down, and I at least wanted to be there give you some back up if things went badly. So when I saw you sitting up here for no apparent reason I had a hunch that it was somewhere worth being. I’ve been hiding behind your solar panels for hours waiting for something to happen. I was sure you were going to find me when you started pacing, we were practically face to face at one point.’

‘Well, I was a little distracted.’

‘Yeah, no shit. And then Kara showed up and I damn near broke cover to get her the hell out of here, and maybe chain her to a radiator for real this time.’

‘Hey!’

‘Sorry Kara, but it was for your own good. You could have been killed.’

‘So could Lena.’

‘I know. I can’t even imagine what I’d have done if anything happened to either of you. Lex so nearly shot you, and then you both fell…’

Alex shuddered at the memory of watching them plummeting over the edge of the roof, but something else in what she said caught in Lena’s mind – the missing piece that had been niggling at her ever since they had touched down.

The last thing she had been aware of before she fell was the ringing gun shot, and a spattering of blood. She had thought in that brief, chaotic moment that she must have been the one who had been shot and was just too much in shock to feel it yet, but here she was, completely unharmed, along with a very definitely not shot Alex and Kara.

Which meant…

‘What about Lex? What happened up here after I fell?’

The happy relief dropped from Alex’s expression, and her gaze slid over Lena’s shoulder to the expanse of rooftop behind her.

Dread pooled in Lena’s stomach.

Had she been keeping her back to it on purpose? Knowing, on some subconscious level, that she didn’t want to see what was there?

But she had to see now.

Lena turned slowly, and was confronted the thing she should have noticed as soon as they had regained the roof, despite the gathering darkness around them.

Lex lay spread-eagled in a spreading pool of blood, a hole no bigger than a dime in his shirt showing where the bullet had passed through him.

Such a tiny thing to end such a big life.

Lena’s legs felt numb as she left Alex and Kara and went to kneel beside her brother, though whether from her recent near-death experience or the sight before her she couldn’t have said for certain. She reached out a tentative hand to check for a pulse at his throat, but there was nothing to find.

He was gone.

She closed her eyes, and a single tear seeped from beneath her lashes to roll down her cheek, a traitorous admission of the grief she was trying so hard not to feel.

Even though she had tried to kill him twice now and had come here with the intention of doing it a third time, it was still hard to believe that Lex could ever really die. He had been such a permanent presence in Lena’s life since early childhood, first as her champion and role model, then as the dark shadow reminding her of all she must never become. She felt strangely untethered without him, as if a strong breeze might just blow her away to scatter to the winds like the seeds of a dandelion clock.

Somewhere in the background she was vaguely aware of Kara saying her name like she was about to come over, only to be stopped by Alex, their murmured voices dropping just too low to make out the words as they – presumably – argued about whether they should join her or give her time to say goodbye alone. She tuned them both out and instead took Lex’s still-warm hand in hers, allowing herself just this one moment of weakness.

I’m sorry it came to this big brother.

The pool of blood around him looked black in the gathering night, as if all the darkness was leaking out of Lex to leave him in death as the boy he once was, and the man he could have been if only he hadn’t let hatred and resentment take him over.

There was so much blood.

It had reached Lena’s knees now, and she could feel the wet stickiness of it soaking into her slacks, but she didn’t try to move away. It didn’t matter. She would never wear them again after this anyway.

She stayed where she was until it was too dark to easily distinguish the blood from the roof surrounding it, or to make out how unnaturally still Lex was lying, as if he might be merely unconscious after all. The idea sent a ripple of unease through her, for all Lena knew it wasn’t true. She sat back on her heels to put a few more inches between them, and became aware of someone else nearby. Her movement must have been taken as a sign that she was done with her silent vigil, because a hand came to rest gently on her shoulder, and she glanced up to find Alex standing over her.

‘I’m sorry Lena.’

‘Don’t be sorry. You saved Kara.’

‘YOU saved Kara. I was trying to save you. I saw Lex aiming at you about to pull the trigger, and I couldn’t let it happen, so I killed him before he could. I’m not sorry I stopped him from shooting you, but he was still your brother, and now he’s dead because of me. I understand if you don’t feel like you can be friends with me anymore after this.’

Lena turned away from the slack, lifeless features of the man who had once been her greatest hero to focus instead on Alex’s tear stained face, grim and still slightly spattered with Lex’s blood. She laid his hand carefully back down by his side, and rose to stand beside Alex.

‘I knew Lex had to die. He was my big brother and part of me will always love him for who he once was to me, but he was never going to stop no matter how securely he was locked away. Killing him was the only option, I knew that when I came up here, and I was prepared to do it. But then... you did it for me. You shot him so that I wouldn’t have to, just like you said you would.’

She met Alex’s eyes through the unshed tears still swimming in her own.

‘Thank you.’

Alex made a soft sound that was almost a whimper and pulled Lena into another tight hug, the motion pressing her face hard into to the armoured vest of her friend’s tactical gear, but she didn’t care. She hugged Alex back just as fiercely, pouring all her gratitude and relief into the embrace.

‘Guess I have two little sisters now, huh? Or... maybe that should be sister in law…?’

Lena’s cheeks heated and she broke the hug to give Alex a stern frown, but she couldn’t help ruining the effect with a slight watery grin at the implication.

‘It is way too soon for that kind of joke Danvers. You know Kara and I have a lot to talk about...’

Her gaze drifted up to where Kara was silhouetted against the full moon, evidently reveling in her newly regained power of flight as she gave them space to clear the air over Alex’s role in her brother’s death, and (hopefully) resisted the urge to practise her super hearing by listening in on their exchange.

‘I’ll take being your sister though. Whatever else happens next, you’re my family, and I don’t want that to change.’

Alex gave her a warm, genuine smile, then reached over to ruffle Lena’s windswept hair like she was an unruly puppy.

‘You know this means you’re going to be Lulu forever now, right?’

Lena rolled her eyes, swatting Alex’s hand away from her head more forcefully than she would have with any other friend, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would be taken as the gesture of affection she intended it to be.

‘Urgh, fine. But if anyone apart from you calls me that, I break their fingers.’

[anonymitywriterprescott]

The ding of the door opening gets my attention, so I walk, minding the gap, onto the train. Looking around for a seat, I notice the empty train car and choose to sit close to the door.

I scroll on my phone as the train starts moving again. 6:09 pm. A call notification appears on screen as the ringtone echoes through the car, making it sound bigger and emptier than it is. "Babe <3" is calling. "Hello love, what's up?" "Sooo I may have promised a lovely homemade lasagna but we will probably be having your choice of fast food tonight instead." They say, sounding sorry as ever and a bit annoyed. "Oh noo, What happened? You ok?" "Yeah, no bruises, burns, or blood, but the oven shit the bed again, and I already called the office to see if and when it could get replaced this time instead of just a duct tape fix, but they said it would be at least 3 weeks." "3 fucking weeks? They expect us to not cook for 3 fucking weeks, really?" My voice is barely below yelling. "Hey, it'll be ok; I already texted my mom, I can go over tomorrow and premake some stuff, aaaand she's giving us her microwave because she never uses it, so we can reheat it all." Their voice sounds desperate to calm me, knowing how much I hate that stupid, old-ass, fucking oven. "I guess I'll need to sneak a $50 in her pocket because I doubt she'll let us pay for it." "You would be right. So, do you wanna pick up dinner on your way, or should I order delivery?" "Delivery," I glance at the time on my phone. 6:27 pm. "feels like the train is taking forever, and I don't wanna carry the food up the stairs." "Alright baby, text me what you want, Love you." "Love you, bye." I tap the end call button and go to our texts, filling out where to order from and what I want. The text continuously attempts to send but fails. I have no signal, of course.

The clock reads 6:30 pm. This route is usually like 10 minutes, and we haven't stopped moving, so why is it taking so long? The windows show only darkness and an occasional flash from the tunnel lights. I walk to one of the doors connecting the cars and press the button to open it, but nothing happens. Same with the second door. A bright white light floods the car, but it's gone before my eyes adjust. The text continues failing to send. No signal means I can't call anyone or look up anything about train delays. The clock reads 6:30 pm. Still? I look at the walls to see if there is an emergency or call button or something that says a phone number to call if I get signal. Nothing. The clock reads 6:30 pm. I stare at my phone. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi… …59 Mississippi, 60 Mississippi. The clock reads 6:30 pm. Maybe I was a bit off on my timing, I tell myself, waiting for the minute to pass. It doesn't. The clock reads 6:30 pm. Finally, soft light seeps through the windows. Outside, a dim forest, trees with twisted limbs, and long-hanging vines whizz by. Every so often, I think I see a creature, but it looks… wrong. One of them was a deer, but the antlers looked like its legs? So time is… frozen, I can't get off the train, I am alone, and I'm seeing things?

"You're not seeing things, darling." A voice comes from the other side of the car. Startled, I quickly turned to see it. A tall, rectangular figure, wearing a red hat whose top scrapes the car's roof, whose brim covers its face, and a matching red suit that looks like it's made of silk. I stare wide-eyed, not knowing what it is or its intentions. Or why it can hear my thoughts. But I keep calm, "What am I seeing then?" "Not the thing you think." It says, speaking "That's upsettingly vague." "It's more literal than you realize." It cocks its head as if it's examining me.

Its face.

It feels like it's… out of focus? No matter how hard I try, I just can't quite… see it? "Don't hurt yourself." It says, looking me up and down. "Look at the wall if it helps." It sounds annoyed at my existence. Like my inability to see its features is an inconvenience of the highest accord. "May I have your name?" It reaches out its hand as if it expects me to give it something. Its hand has long, thin fingers that come to a point, like a pale grey claw, which turns pitch black towards the fingertips. "Only if I can have yours," I reply, using the same reply my mother always gave when people asked for her name. "Not worth the trade… no offense." It sneers at the end. "But your mother taught you well. Did you come here intentionally?" "Well I got on the train intentionally, but where ever we are now was not where I wanted to go." "And where do you wish to go?"

"Home." "Home it is."

My eyes close, and I feel a rush of air circle me. As the air dissipates, my eyes open, and I am in front of my apartment door, plastic white bags containing our dinner at my feet. The door swings open, and I see my partner's face and baggy pajamas. "Hey baby, good timing!" Silence fills the air, I try to speak, but my voice feels stuck in my throat. I can't wrap my head around this. "…baby? You ok?" Their hand strokes my shoulder, a slight touch, yet it feels like it drags my soul back into my body. I gasp, startling my partner. "I… don't know how… I got here…" I stumble out. "Well, you got here, and you seem unharmed. Come inside, love." They guide my arm, pulling me inside. As I walk into the apartment, I look for my phone, finding it in my pocket with a small, folded piece of paper that reads, "Safe travels, darling. Your mother says hello." The clock reads 6:30pm.

[whatchuwaitinfor]

Alastor Gains Feelings

RadioApple FanFiction

Summary: When Lucifer showed up, Alastor decided to prey on Lucifer’s loneliness and be his non-sexual companion to get Lucifer to break him free of his deal then maybe become king of Hell with Lucifer and pull his strings. But as he spends time with Lucifer, he starts to regain feelings he had with another that he knew in his human life. Not Mimzy, a girl named Lucy who he saw as an angel, especially because he only saw her once and she disappeared without a trace.

After meeting Lucifer, Alastor decided to prey on Lucifer’s loneliness of his wife leaving him and giving him a companion in himself to get Lucifer to rid him of his deal. Since Lucifer is more strong and experienced, it’s more possible than Charlie to free Alastor and faster at that. Then maybe he could get Lucifer to marry him, so he could be the one pulling the strings, as he wishes. Kill two birds with one stone, as one would say.

It should be fine, he did it with Vox and nothing truly came of it other than what he wanted. Alastor is not expecting to catch feelings for Lucifer but as he spends more time around him, being friendly and showing his respect for Lucifer and Lucifer shows his respect for Alastor, he starts to feel strange. He did believe that he could find someone he’d date and have a family with, but he never expected it to be a man or even the devil himself, Lucifer!

Now Alastor is stressing himself out, he asks himself, “This man is who my one is?! I… wait.” He remembers back to a time in his life that he’s not thought about since death. Since his anger and hatred was stronger than his longing for who he considered his girl… Lucy. Though he only saw and talked to her once, his brain and heart decided she was his one.

She was a gorgeous young woman he met in the 1920s when he first started his radio show in New Orleans, Louisiana.

(Alastor’s Thoughts and his Memory; First Person)

This encounter with her was in the night, I was in my early twenties and a mixed (black, native and white) creole man. Struggling on my radio show because I “sounded too black” to be listened to by a majority of people. They used another word, but I prefer to not write it. If you know, you know.

I was on my way home from a Speakeasy with Mimzy and an albino snake slithered across my path, I jumped back as a reflex. But I seemed to have bumped into a fair skinned, beautiful young lady with lips of red like the rose, in a gorgeous white 1920s-like dress and long white silky gloves showing an outline of how small and delicate her hands were. She had long blonde, wavy hair and big but soft blue eyes. This girl was obviously rich based on her outfit.

“Oh!” The girl said, surprised, “You don’t see that everyday.” She said, seemingly she got frightened by the snake too. I backed away from her and apologized for bumping into her. “No worries, I would’ve done the same if you were behind me!” The girl said with a smile. I stared for a moment and my heart stopped, my glasses were slipping off and I pushed them up and cleared my throat. “I um… hello ma’am.” I cringed at my own response, the girl giggled a bit and I cleared my throat once more and said, “Um ma’am, where is your… escort?”

In the 1920s, it was seen as strange for a woman to be walking at night alone without a man escorting her home. Dangerous for a woman to do that too. “Do I need one?” The girl asked confusedly. I was shocked, it’s usually common knowledge for a lady to know that.

I laughed a bit and said, “Yes you do, miss. Have you not been told that by your father?” “Oh yeah, silly me… I forgot.” She giggled and I shook my head, ‘Oh she’s naive.’ I thought to myself. The girl looked at me and held her hands behind her back, “Maybe… you could be my escort?” She asked. I choked on my own spit for a moment, shocked that she even suggested that, “Madame, that would not be good for neither you nor me.” I said and the girl pouted, “Aw… why not?” “Ma’am, look at you then look at me.” I pointed out the obvious. “Yeah. What’s the problem?” This girl is so naive… I laughed a bit in disbelief, “Dear, your skin color and mine; I have dark skin and you have light skin. Your father would kill me if I was the one escorting you home.” “Mmm… no he wouldn’t.” “Would he not? Huh. Why?” I asked, it is not normal for a white girl’s father to allow a mixed man like me to even be around his daughter, she swayed a bit, “My father is a priest of a mixed church; he believes if you are to believe in God, he’ll allow you in as a brother, a friend. No matter what race you are. I also have many siblings of many different races.” She explained. I smiled a bit to myself, “Um… that’s interesting, wouldn’t he have rioters on his doorstep for allowing said things?” I asked and the girl shook her head, “No. I have not heard or dealt with anything of the sort.” I am honestly really happy, “Well then maybe I’ll attend said church.” I said, nodding. This is when I accepted being her escort, knowing I am safe with her father if he saw me.

That night I felt my heart skip a beat, almost many beats. She made me feel something I never felt before. As we walked, we talked the whole way, I got to know about her siblings, her mother Azrael and more about her father; as well as the fact that she was only going to be in New Orleans for a short while before her family had to move to another state for their word of the church to spread. My heart felt like it was ripped from my chest and stabbed. I knew she was going to leave soon but I’d hoped that if I walked her home, I’d show up at it again to spend more time with her before she left, take her to a speakeasy… but when I dropped her off, she kissed me on the cheek, thanked me and gave me advice on how to get more listens on my radio show so I can look after my mother easier. Before she went inside her home, I asked her what her name was and she said it was Lucy… I introduced myself as Alastor and we went our separate ways for the night. But the next morning, I arrived at her home and it was gone, the actual building was gone… it was like she never existed. I thought I was never going to see her again. I thought she was an angel because I took her advice and my radio show spiked with listeners.

Her advice was to maybe fake a white man’s voice and keep away from my deep Louisianan creole mixed man accent. She said it didn’t matter to her and her family but based on what I told her, it mattered to the grander audience; because it did. So I faked a white man’s accent that I heard constantly on the radio and it worked. Now I believe I’ve forgotten how to speak in my actual voice… my voice defaulted to the voice I put on for everyone when I died.

When I arrived in Hell and met Lucifer, all I could think about is he just looked like Lucy but with short hair and pants instead of a dress. God dammit, curse you Lucifer… but also, please don’t stop cuddling me, petting my ears and poking at my tail. You are a screeching headache of a person but also, you’re making me feel those emotions again.

(Present Day Hell; Back To Third Person)

One night in present day Hell, Lucifer and Alastor share a bedroom and a bed. They’re cuddling and talking but after some time, Lucifer sighs and speaks up about something that’s been bugging him. He spoke with a heartbroken and soft tone, “Al, I hope you know that I’m not an idiot, I know you’re using me to get something… suddenly looking after Charlie like a daughter once I showed up, then this… you are not hiding anything from me… and if you are, it’s shittily hidden.” he traced Alastor’s chest as he watched his finger.

“…What do you mean..?” Alastor asked, not knowing what to say about being caught.

“Tonight, I don’t know what is going through your head, but I know you have a deal and I know who it’s with and I’m sorry she has done that to you… I want you to know that using me, I can take but if I catch you using Charlie too, I’d kill you in a heartbeat and you know I could. Even though I have fallen in love with you, as stupid and gross as it sounds.” He looked up at Alastor with his eyes, who’s panicking on the inside but the radio static seems to speak for him.

“Al, I’m used to people using me, Lilith did the same exact thing and I’ll just take it to get love and feel love in return even if it’s fake. Then I’ll help you get out of your deal and maybe the other thing you want is royalty, I’ll let you have the crown with me if Lilith turns out to not care about me or Charlie.” Alastor continued to panic, “Lucifer, I don’t know what to say, I don’t have the words.” He said, not wanting to talk about it right now. Lucifer sighed and said, “Very well, do you still want cuddles?” Alastor nodded and Lucifer obliged. Then Lucifer fell asleep but Alastor stayed awake.

Alastor went to Cannibal Town the next morning to find Rosie and once he found her, he asked her to sit down with him. His ears were back and his eyes showed pain, confusion but bliss at the same time. But his lips never stopped bearing a smile.

Once Rosie sat down with some tea for the both of them, she saw Alastor’s look and she said softly and worriedly, “Alastor, what’s wrong dear?” “Rosie, I’m feeling… emotions.” Alastor answered and Rosie was slightly shocked, she stopped sipping her tea and looked confusedly at Alastor. “Emotions, Alastor? Can you explain to me how you feel when having them?” “Pain. In my heart, my brain and my stomach.” He explained.

Rosie hummed and said, “Is it truly painful, dear?” “I don’t know… I think it is but as I think about what’s making me feel this way, I feel a little light as well, like I’m floating on air…” Rosie smiled partially, “Alastor, you have a strange way of explaining you being in love, honey.” “I… what?” He looked at Rosie and arched his brow. “Those feelings are common with being in love, hasn’t your mother explained them to you before?” She laughed a bit with her hand on her mouth, “I heard about this Lucy girl once or twice after you’ve been drinking for a bit, have you seen her again since then?” She asked.

Alastor shook his head, “Not in the form I’ve known her in before.” “Alastor, this is Hell, we don’t look too much or really at all like we did when alive. With how you explained her to me before, she’d be more of an angel than a demon though, have you found someone else?” Rosie asked, drinking some more tea and Alastor blushed a bit, “Not… necessarily Rosie.” He then muttered, “That woman was Lucifer himself… like, literally.” Rosie stopped drinking her tea again in shock but she managed to keep it in.

Once she swallowed the tea, she placed it down and covered her mouth with her fingertips again. “Oh… Alastor, you met her in a tempt from the sin of Pride… then you only saw her again once you came down here and met Lucifer… the king himself. Well darling, I’m sure it’ll work out if you just try with him, from what I know, his wife divorced him because she left without a word really. If you love him, I’m sure you could—” Alastor cut her off, “Rosie, I’ve been using him to get me free… last night, he spoke to me about it. Telling me that he knows he’s being used but he’s just glad that he’s getting love even if it’s fake…”

“Oh so you’re doing what you did with Vox, but this time you’re actually catching feelings for him because he is who you considered your one love when he showed up as Lucy…” Rosie sighed, “Alastor, I know you want to get out of that deal you’re in sweetheart, but you should know that deal would be broken by now if you stop using people. Be the kitten that you are Al, you’re such a sweetheart when you let it show. If you love this man, why don’t you try and be truthful and say you’ve actually gained affection towards him? Be vulnerable in a secret place where it’s just you and him, like you are with me, you can even make him promise to not tell anyone, it would get you closer to breaking that deal and being king of all hell with him too, honey. It will also get you a true lover, give you that chance to be with your girl, even though she’s a man.” Rosie shrugged a little and laughed a bit, “Do you got me, Alastor?” She placed her hands on his cheeks and squeezed them a bit, causing a deer squeak from Alastor as he happily took it. “Yeah, I got you, Rosie…” he then laid his head in her chest as she hugged him. “…thank you…” he said softly and Rosie awed, petting his hair, “You are just the cutest little button like I could just eat you up, but I won’t.” She said and she kissed Alastor’s head then she made him stand up and let go of her, “Go on then, boy. Bye-bye! Come visit again and tell me how it went.” Alastor nodded then left.

When he arrived back at the hotel, he took a deep breath, then went inside.

That night, Alastor lay next to Lucifer, getting himself prepared to be vulnerable, he took a breath and looked down at Lucifer, “Your Majesty, might I have a word?” He asked, Lucifer was holding onto him and he looked up at Alastor, “What is it, Al?” “I now have words to say for our conversation last night.” “Oh boy, here we go.” Lucifer said and he leaned his head in his hand. “What is it?” He asked.

Alastor took a breath, “I will tell you these words if you make a simple deal with me… not anything nefarious, I just want to know you won’t tell anyone what I explain here tonight. If something comes of it after I’m done explaining, we can say that we’re co-parenting Charlie but that’s it. I don’t want to have everyone know the vulnerability I'm showing you tonight, it ruins my character.” Lucifer raised a brow and grinned a bit, “I’ll tell you that I promise to not tell anyone, okay? Sounds good to you?” “Yes.” Lucifer nodded and said, “Then shoot.”

Alastor sighed in relief then took a breath, “Lucifer, this did all start with me using you to rid me of my deal… I was taking advantage of your loneliness like I did before with Vox. But unlike Vox, it became more than that… you’ve made me feel emotions. You’ve reminded me of a girl named Lucy I knew for a short time when I was alive, she was who I considered to be my one, she was an angel in disguise.” He breathed slowly, relieved and kind of proud that he was vulnerably telling the truth, then he looked down at Lucifer.

Lucifer seemed to have returned to his awkwardness and cleared his throat, “Oh! Yeah, that… wait, you thought I was an angel—I mean… you thought she was an angel?” Alastor laughed a bit, “Yes, I thought you were an angel.” He smiled down at Lucifer genuinely. “But I think she remained my one because I hate to admit it, but you caused my feelings to rush back about her, now knowing I could be with her, even if she’s an insufferable little man.” “Insufferable?! Fuck. You.” Lucifer said, poking Alastor’s chest with a pout. “Yes, insufferable.” Alastor responded with a smirk. Then the two stared at each other and soon they just laughed.

Alastor sighed and looked at Lucifer again with a genuine smile still, “So, I’m not necessarily using you anymore… I get it if you still think I’m using you, but that’s not my intention anymore… these are my honest to truth words.” Lucifer looked up at Alastor then without thinking, he kissed his cheek. Alastor let out a little deer squeak and blushed, looking down confusedly at Lucifer, who covered his mouth, “I… I’m sorry! I don’t know why I did that, I promise I’ll never do it again!” Alastor turned on his side and held Lucifer in his arms, “You better take that promise back.” He said and Lucifer was shocked that Alastor was holding him and said what he said. He blushed, looked up, laughed a bit and kissed Alastor’s lips this time. Alastor kissed back.

[somniseeker]

Anon who commented on most of the AO3 chapters here: if possible. Can we request POV of the other skeles or the other characters? If so, may I request Geno pov from chapter 6 on your Ding fic! I’m also going to assign myself the 💀 or the🧣anon nickname for well. Talking with you about Reaper and Geno in the comments section. So it is easy to identity myself for you amongst the other anons so you don’t presume all of them are me. XD

alr!!! ill stop assuming every anon is u LOLOL .. arghghgh ur literally such a smarty pants i would’ve never thought of writing this!! anyways ofc i can do chapters from charas povs!! im glad i could write this as i haven’t really gotten to write much of geno!! and heres sprinkle sprinkle of reaper because the two are the bestest ever i love them. headcannons & more of their dynamic soon!!!

“chapter 6 of ding! from geno's pov.”

c/w; you’ll be a little confused if you haven’t read ding! otherwise, its fine.

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Geno sat in the stillness of Reaper’s universe, his bones relaxed for what felt like the first time in ages. A warm cup of peppermint tea, its steam lazily drifting up in the air, sat comfortably in his hands. The aroma was earthy and calming, something he didn’t think he'd ever truly appreciate until now. It was a moment of peace he hadn’t known he craved, something that had seemed so far out of reach for so long.

The universe around him was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of existence. The void stretched endlessly, a place where time didn’t move quite the same, and nothing was urgent. Geno leaned back, his skull tilted slightly upward as he closed his eyes, savoring the simple act of not needing to worry about anything. For once, there was no battle to prepare for, no new timeline to navigate. It was a rare, fragile peace.

He took another sip of his tea, the warmth sinking deep into his bones. For all the complexity and chaos that had marked his journey, this... was nice. He hadn’t realized how much he needed this, a quiet day with no expectations.

The quiet was interrupted only by the occasional shuffle of Reaper nearby, a figure who, despite his seemingly cold demeanor, had become more than just an acquaintance. Reaper’s presence had been a constant through Geno’s darker moments. There was something about Reaper, a way he moved through life—or unlife—with such quiet confidence that Geno couldn't help but gravitate toward it.

For all the time they’d spent together, it was hard to pinpoint when their connection had deepened. Maybe it was when Reaper first showed up and inserted himself into Geno’s life. Maybe it was when they had sat like this before, sharing silence and tea, just... being. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that, in this vast, seemingly endless universe, Reaper had become a constant in a way no one else had.

Geno glanced over at him now, catching the faint glimmer of something in his friend’s gaze. Reaper was texting the Underchat. but Geno knew him well enough to recognize it. The group chat had been suspiciously quiet all day—a sign Geno had learned to interpret as the calm before the inevitable chaos. Sure enough, the moment Reaper settled on the couch beside him with his laptop, the notifications started rolling in again like clockwork. Geno opened the chat on his phone, already bracing for the nonsense.

Reaper was grinning at his screen, fingers flying over his keyboard, clearly up to no good. Geno sighed, leaning back against the cushions, his phone balanced lazily in one hand.

“You’re playing Uno again, aren’t you?”

Reaper didn’t even bother looking up. “Of course. And I’m winning, obviously.”

“Winning,” Geno repeated flatly. “That what you call it when you’re glitching the deck?”

Reaper’s grin grew wider, more infuriating. “Creative solutions, Geno. Nothing in the rules against them.”

He glanced over at Reaper, who was laughing to himself, clearly enjoying the chaos he was stirring up. "You’re enjoying this way too much."

"Of course I am," Reaper said with a shrug. "It's not about the winning, you know. It’s about the reactions."

Geno sighed. "You sound like Ink."

Reaper gasped in mock offense, clutching his chest as if Geno had mortally wounded him. "How dare you compare me to him! Ink's chaos is messy. Mine? Mine is art." Geno thought it was quite ironic Reaper compared himself towards art more than Ink, a literal artist and creator—who’s entire existence revolves around that fact.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Geno muttered, though he couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at his mouth. It was hard not to find Reaper’s antics at least mildly amusing, even when they were as infuriating as this.

Geno rolled his eyes, scrolling through the chat to catch up on the unfolding drama. Sure enough, Error was already losing it.

GlitchBitch: YOU GLITCHED THE DECK, I SAW IT!! THAT DRAW FOUR WASN’T EVEN IN THE GAME UNTIL YOU ADDED IT!!

Geno’s head tilted slightly. “You added cards to the deck? That’s... bold, even for you.”

“Bold?” Reaper repeated, as though tasting the word. “I prefer innovative.”

“More like insufferable,” Geno muttered, his tone dry. He watched as Error continued to spiral, Blue tried to calm everyone down, and the newbie—Protégé—typed in with what was clearly genuine confusion:

SLEEPRLUVR: wait how do you cheat in uno?? isn’t it all luck and strategy?

Geno blinked. Oh no.

Beside him, Reaper cackled softly, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. Geno didn’t even need to see the screen to know his next message would be dripping with smugness.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: ah, protégé! it’s good to see you’re as naïve as always. 🙏

Geno sighed loudly, leveling an unimpressed look at Reaper. “Really? You’re laying it on that thick?”

Reaper glanced over, his expression all too pleased. “What? I’m just addressing them by name. The name you gave them.”

“You’re addressing them like you’re in a bad soap opera,” Geno shot back. “You do realize they’re already out of their depth in this chat, right? When I was new to the group chat I nearly had a meltdown. You’re gonna give them an existential crisis.”

“Relax, Geno,” Reaper said with a dismissive wave. “I’m just being charming. No harm in that.”

Geno didn’t respond, opting instead to keep scrolling through the chaos. Error was ranting, Blue was pleading for everyone to calm down, and Protégé was clearly trying to keep up. Then came the message that made Geno pause mid-scroll.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: 😘 for you, I’ll consider it.

Geno’s screen dimmed as he stared at the message. For a long moment, his expression didn’t change, but internally, his thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. Slowly, he turned his head toward Reaper, who was leaning back on the couch, his grin practically radiating smugness.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Geno said finally.

“What?” Reaper asked, all faux-innocence.

“You just—” Geno gestured at the screen. “You flirted with them.”

“It’s harmless fun,” Reaper replied, his tone light. “Why so serious, Geno?”

Geno’s jaw tightened briefly before he let out a long, slow sigh. “Do you realize what you just did? They’re probably overthinking that message right now.”

“Oh, come on,” Reaper said, a laugh bubbling under his words. “They’re fine.”

“They’re spiraling,” Geno corrected, turning his phone to show Reaper the flurry of messages Protégé had started typing and deleting. Protégé hadn’t said anything after that, but he could see the three typing bubbles appear and disappear. “See? This is what I’m talking about. You can’t just throw stuff like that out there.”

Reaper waved him off. “If anything, I’m helping them adapt. Survival of the fittest, Geno. They’ll thank me later.”

Geno rubbed his temples, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips despite himself. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re entertained,” Reaper shot back, eyes twinkling.

Geno couldn’t deny that. For all Reaper’s chaos, there was something almost... comforting about it. Predictable, in its own twisted way. Still, he couldn’t let him off the hook completely.

Opening the chat again, Geno typed out a single message.

alivebutimdead: wth

Reaper chuckled at the screen, clearly unbothered. “That’s all you’ve got to say?”

“It’s all that needs to be said,” Geno replied, his tone dry. He leaned back against the cushions, watching the chaos unfold as Reaper continued to fan the flames.

A soft hum of amusement escaped him as he caught sight of Protégé’s latest message—an obviously confused, probably oblivious response to Reaper’s earlier flirting. He sighed, shaking his head. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Reaper didn’t even pretend to deny it. “Of course. You should be too, Geno. Life’s too short to take everything so seriously.”

“Someone has to be the adult in this room,” Geno muttered, though there was no real heat behind his words.

Reaper laughed, leaning back with his arms crossed. “And you wear that title so well.”

Geno shook his head, exasperated but oddly fond. For all his frustration, he knew Reaper didn’t mean any harm—it was just his nature to stir the pot. Still, Geno made a mental note to keep an eye on Protégé. Reaper’s chaos could be a lot to handle, especially for someone new.

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EXTRA SNIPPET

Geno sat at the small, dimly lit desk in his room, a mug of lukewarm tea sitting untouched to his right. The group chat notifications had gone silent—Reaper was busy dragging Error and Ink into whatever chaos he’d concocted, and Geno, well, he wasn’t in the mood for it. Too many personalities in one room was overwhelming at the best of times, and tonight, he just wasn’t up for it.

But sitting alone left him with the faint, nagging itch of boredom. He rested his chin in his hand, glaring at the scattered cards on the desk in front of him.

"Uno," he muttered under his breath, the word sounding strange and foreign. He picked up the little rulebook he’d printed off from some online source, flipping through the pages for the fourth time. “Simple game,” Reaper had called it. “No-brainer,” he’d said.

Geno squinted at the rules, his sockets narrowing. “How is this simple?”

The bolded letters on the page mocked him. Match colors or numbers, use special action cards to disrupt your opponents, and remember to call ‘Uno’ when you’re down to one card.

“Sure,” Geno muttered. “Sounds easy enough. Except—” He gestured at the cards spread out before him in frustration. “What is a wild draw four? And why are there so many skip cards? Why do I skip myself?”

The room was silent, save for the soft ticking of a clock on the wall. Geno picked up a random stack of cards and shuffled them awkwardly. It wasn’t smooth, but it worked well enough. He laid them out again, trying to simulate a game.

“Okay. If I have a green three and a blue three... does that mean I can stack them? Or is that against the rules?” He frowned, flipping back to the rulebook. “Oh. I can’t. But... why not? It makes sense to me.”

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the pile of cards like they’d personally offended him. His sockets drooped slightly in resignation. “This is stupid,” he mumbled.

Still, his curiosity gnawed at him. Reaper always made Uno seem so effortless, like a game of chess he was five moves ahead in. Geno couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to understand the strategy—or to use it as shamelessly as Reaper did.

He picked up a wild card and held it up to the dim light of his desk lamp. “Change the color to anything you want. That’s great and all, but what’s stopping someone from just picking whatever’s best for them? No wonder Error loses his mind when Reaper plays.”

The thought of Reaper’s smug grin made Geno’s scowl deepen. He imagined Reaper leaning over his shoulder now, laughing at his pathetic attempt to piece together the game. “Creative solutions, huh? What would your ‘creative solution’ be for this?” he muttered under his breath.

Sighing, he gathered the cards and shuffled them again, this time slightly more smoothly. He laid them out into two fake “hands,” playing against an imaginary opponent.

“Okay,” he muttered to himself, placing a red eight down. “Red eight. If I had a yellow eight, I could play it, right? But... let’s say I don’t. Do I draw? And if I draw, do I—ugh.” He rubbed at his temple, glaring at the card like it might suddenly start explaining itself.

This was hopeless.

Geno groaned, slumping forward until his forehead rested against the desk. “Why am I even doing this?” he mumbled. His voice echoed faintly in the quiet room.

The group chat pinged, drawing his attention. Reaching for his phone, he saw a new message from Reaper.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: having fun all by yourself, geno? ;P

Geno scoffed. “He always knows, doesn’t he?”

He tapped out a quick reply.

alivebutimdead: better than getting dragged into your nonsense.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: ouch, gen. if you’re lonely, just say so.

alivebutimdead: i’m fine. go bother error.

The typing indicator appeared, then disappeared, then reappeared again. Geno could almost see Reaper’s smirk through the screen.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: tell me you’re not trying to learn uno by yourself.

Geno froze. He glanced at the cards spread out on the desk, then back at his phone.

alivebutimdead: ...what if i am?

It didn’t take long for Reaper’s reply.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: 😭😭😭 geno, you wonderful idiot. wait for me, i’ll teach you.

ISTHATTHEGRIMREAPER: you never read uno instructions lol, everyone has different rules.

Geno rolled his eyes, but his expression softened slightly. Despite his frustration with the game—and with Reaper’s incessant teasing—there was something oddly comforting about knowing he wasn’t entirely alone in this. How was he supposed to know everyone had different rules? What was the point of the instructions then… Whatever.

Setting his phone down, he leaned back in his chair, a small, wry smile tugging at his lips. “Guess I’ll have to survive your version of a lesson,” he muttered to himself.

For now, though, the cards could wait.

[karshown]

❧ REPEATED -- FORGET ME NOT

➻Summary ' after messing around with Satoru Gojo for a while, he was originally supposed to be nothing but someone meant for your enjoyment & entertainment. You were the one that established that with him, he was of course fine with the whole idea since he wasnt looking forward to a nagging girlfriend regardless. Until the end of whatever you two had was over, you gained feelings and began to treat you guys as messing with each other as something more than it truly was, which it wasn't, he noticed it too. Which was his cue to dip & leave, he more than likely got the last laugh & the last bit of enjoyment, it wasnt till after that you realized you were pregnant with a literal human copy of Satoru. Down to his very eyes.

______________ hoping to never meet him again especially because of how embarrassing of the way things ended, you practically became a whole different person without Satoru, it wasnt until 4 years ago that you stepped out of your shell once more. Until you had to go grab small things for your baby, his fourth birthday was coming up rather quickly than expected & you began to prepare for his small gathering party.

-The day of the party wasn't supposed to go the way it did, everyone knew the history you two had, so how and why was his smell lingering in the atmosphere, more importantly why was HE here?!

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE LEGAL AGE

-- SATORU lazily sat back into the cushion beneath him, nonchalantly blinking and staring at the woman in front of him whom he clearly had NO genuine feelings towards. Eventually he stopped paying attention to her going on and on about the same thing, it felt like an everyday argument that they had, but they had both known that they were nothing but barely a situation. It was quite obvious that Satoru didn't care at all about having a relationship with her & most definitely wanted nothing more to do with her, all she was good for and all he wanted was HER BODY.

Her curves & the way her hips swayed what was really intriguing to him, what he really wanted and desired of course he wouldn't tell her that directly, but he definitely said it indirectly only sparing her feelings here and there. He was so blunt about how he felt so there was no actual way that she was so fucking oblivious. The smell of the paints in the art room and the constant repetition of sentences that she kept spitting out drove Satoru to the final breaking point, it was all or never.

"Look I can't keep torturing myself like this, its stressing me out honestly lets just end it." Satoru blurted out unexpectedly, he clearly didn't mean to as he went stiff after saying that. Sooner than later he thanked himself, silently patting himself on the back, the weight of his chest lifted the second he finally told her how he felt.

The room went dead silent, a moment of realization hit her, the look on her face was truly priceless enough to make cold hearted Satoru let out a giggle.. maybe even a loud laugh. Anything that doesnt have to do with him he doesnt bother to even stress himself to care. He continued to relax & even get more comfortable as he sat on the soft cushion a smirk soon replaced his blank expression.

He began to tap his foot as he assumed their one-sided argument and situationship was officially over as soon as she began to tear up. She had nothing else to say to him, all she could do was simply stare, so deep into thought that she hadn't realized that he was leaving the room. Just stunned. The moment the door slid shut after Satoru left was when she snapped back into reality by the loud tap of the side of the door and the wall connecting.

After that, things were awkward.

_____ ONE WEEK AFTER .

"Don't bother inviting Y/N, shes liable to not even show like usual." Suguru commented on the list of people that were intially invited to a large graduation party that Satoru was hosting. The job of handling the invite list was given to Mei mei to control, she shrugged as she glided her eraser across the white sheet of paper a few times, which was completely covered with almost all of the names of students that attended the school.

Y/N didn't bother to make any associates after what had happened a week ago, she was quickly changed from someone who was loud and bubbly, never really sad to someone who became a background character. All she did was shrug, stare, and that was pretty much it. No one cared to talk to her nor did she care to ask for anyones number, she was a complete nobody.

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"Satoru can go to hellllll!!!" Nobara at least goes on about how dirty I was done by Satoru almost every week, its like a daily unnecessary reminder of how embarrassed I was. The first time I brought up what happened between me and him she was nothing but furious, but soon enough it turned into laughs and giggles by both of us.

"Mmm s-satoru can go to he-" Juno quickly tried to repeat what Nobara had said, thankfully I cut him off with a swift motion of my hand.

"LOOK AT YOU, influencing Juno to follow after your bad decisions!" I soon gripped my temple & sucked my teeth, as it felt like I was taking care of two different babies. Juno soon began to lick my hand as I jerked my hand bac Nobara quickly jumped to her own defense.

"Hes a mini me, you just popped him out of ya big pompom!!" I crossed my arms in disbelief as Juno was unfazed by Nobaras choice of words. "Stop with your disgusting choice of words, I cant have my precious baby being flooded with such nonsense!" I rolled my eyes as I scooped Juno up into my arms gently, Nobara clearly ignored what I said as she swung the freezer door open, soon grabbing a new tub of strawberry ice cream to munch on.

"We literally have to begin setting up immediately, this party has to go ACCORDING to plan, no mistakes." I quickly darted an eye at Nobara since shes used to making slight mistakes, although she always covers it up, we cannot afford any mistakes & HEAVY on cannot AFFORD.

"Le calls Yujo" Nobara continued to stuff her face with strawberry ice cream as I tried to make out what she was saying. She soon swallowed the left over ice cream as she shivered from the sudden cold sensation. I plastered a look of confusion on my face as I waited for her to adjust.

"Ugh don't act like you couldnt tell what I was saying, lets call YUJIII!!" She ran to her phone as if that wasnt odd enough she began to dance like a complete idiot. Juno started to push and pull as he tried to free himself from my grasp, I let him go and immediately he ran over to Nobara and they had their own dancing session.

Nobara laughed as Juno mimicked her every move, She found Yujis contact as she facetimed him & bent down to entertain Juno with her weird hand gestures that shes been teaching him since he was one. Yuji answered the phone after two tries since hes a dnd warrior, & surprisingly enough he was with Megumi, even though all of us assumed that Megumi would end up never leaving his house or daring to step out.

"YUJIIIIII!!!" Nobara happily grinned as Yuji showed Megumi and him walking around, then directed the camera back to himself. "NOBARAAAAAA" Yuji returned the same energy back as Meguim rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Come over to help us decorate, hmm!!" the second that Nobara said that the doorbell started to ring frantically. "ill get it." I already knew it was Yuji by checking the ring camera outside. He likes to stick his eye all up in the camera while Megumi just stands on the side as usual. Gosh they're complete opposites.

Of course Juno had to run over to the door, as soon as I unlocked the door and let Yuji as well as Megumi in, Juno made his presence known by greeting them both with his beautiful singing. "Megumiiii you are my favorite, Yujiiii I dont hate youuuuu," his strange choice of words made the song even more cuter, as those were some of the words he'd been recently taught. Yuji being yuji, he felt obviously hurt by Junos words as he was not his favorite, Yujis acting skills were to the tea as he began to fake like he was genuinely hurt by Juno. Yuji made a mess along the floors as he stepped into the house dragging the snow and dirt beneath his shoes. Megumi did different, instead he swiped each foot back and forth on the front door mat.

"Juno how could you!!" Yuji said as he fell to his knees onto the soft grey rug that Juno awkwardly stood on, Juno then copied Yuji as he fell to his knees as well. Megumi simply greeted Juno back by ruffling his few strands of grey hairs & white short, wavy locks as Juno smiled and giggled. Juno repeated the action on to Yuji instead, as he ran his small chubby fingers through Yujis short, wavy bright pink hair. Genuinely fascinated by his hair Juno began to aggressively grab at it, as he examined the deep features. Yuji allowed him to do so as he too examined some of Junos features, first his bright ocean blue eyes then, his newest onesie that showcased blue and white stripes on it, with a small white hood, but if the hood was actually on Junos head, it would cover up his eyes almost completely.

"Juno don't be too rough." I lightly scolded him as Yuji shooed me away with a hand gesture signaling that it was okay, I made my way back into the kitchen where Nobara was almost finished with the strawberry ice cream.

"Don't get too comfortable, WE HAVE TO DECORATE!!!" Nobara shouted as she seemed more excited than anyone to decorate, I would understand why, she loves decorating especially since its something shes truly good at. Everyone loves when Nobara decorates.

A few moments passed & before we even noticed it, Nobara had already gotten to decorating. I turned on music & started to actually help Nobara cautiously making sure to not get in her way just so she didnt try to physically ATTACK me.

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The house was covered, almost everything had something laid on it, taped on it, or worse, glued on it.

Yuji sat back as he continued to drink more and more of the little bit of water bottles that I had left in the fridge, the most that he even accomplished was putting up the "Happy birthday Juno!" sign, & only that took every bit of strength and life he had left in him.

"We did pretty good" Megumi said as he placed his hands on his hips, admiring all of the work we'd done.

"You mean, I did pretty good." Nobara commenting on megumis previous statement as she had to take all of the praise or it wouldn't feel right, she wouldn't be okay with it. Megumi scoffed and rolled his eyes as Nobara continued to speak highly of her achievement.

"You two anger me sometimes," just then after saying that ONE thing I was shot two evil glares by both Megumi and Nobara at the same exact time.

"Whatever."

"Blame Megumi."

---------------------------- THE DAY OF.

December 8th, a day after Satoru Gojos birthday.

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I finished everything before the exact time that all of the guests arrived, yesterday it had snowed like it usually does, every year. I set small gift bags on some of the tables for the other kids that would be arriving anytime now, Nobara finally made her grand entrance as she made her way down the stairs with her short orange hair in a slick high bun, with little hairs peeking out onto her forehead.

She decided on wearing a dress to match my bodysuit, we both wore a tight black outfit. Both having snug tight long sleeves.

"You look GORGEOUS!" Nobara squealed as almost as if she was a fangirl, a fan of me.

"YOU TOO OMGG!!" I returned the same genuine energy back as we jumped up and down like two high schooler girls just seeing each other once again after a long break. Nobara treated me as if i was her girlfriend, thats probably why I never bothered to find another after Satoru.

"Wait everyone will be here soon!" Nobara excitedly clapped as I dreaded the thought slightly, I wasn't too fond of more than a few people at a time, i'll manage though since originally this is what Juno begged for, even shedded a few small tears for.

Seconds passed before we heard various versions of knocks, before we knew it the front door swung open with more people than I imagined once they had realized that the door was unlocked. Everyone was lined up with a gift after another, only few of them with a mini version of themselves to attend with them though.

The kids quickly made themselves comfortable in the living room as they awaited for Junos arrival, he'd been taking his precious time in his room upstairs.

"Nobara i'll be back, i'm going to go check on Juno!" I shouted to Nobara as she raised the volume of the music, the adults all gathered around the kitchen, beginning to laugh and make various conversations and comments. I took that time to make my way to Junos room, wondering what was truly going on.

I stood in front of Junos door for a little before twisting the doorknob and peeking in.

"Juno.?" I called out.

"Yes mommy." his small voice replied as I pushed my way in gently, I slowly pushed my weight onto the door as it shut closed, my attention darted to Junos small frame sitting on his bed as he fidgeted with his tiny fingers, kicking his legs back and forth slightly as they hit the bed frame here and there.

"Whats wrong, baby?" I asked with deep concern in my voice, I sat next to him as the bed dipped.

"Are you scared?" Juno quickly turned his head away signaling that I was right, I sighed with slight relief at least it wasn't too major.

"Are you scared of the people downstairs or is it something deeper?" I cupped his small face in my hand as I massaged his chubby cheek with my thumb.

"What if they don't like me." I almost chuckled, who wouldn't like Juno, not even like, love. Juno's fun, and truthfully a perfect kid.

"Im sure they'd love you, baby!" a smile replaced the half frown on Junos face as his eyes lit up with excitement instead of worry.

"Want me to carry you down?"

"Noo mommy" Juno happily said as I stood up, he soon slid off his bed, I lightly fixed his shirt after as I examined his outfit to make sure it was neat, his favorite character was Leonardo from 'Teenage mutant Ninja Turtles', which ironically was one of the closest characters to his father, which was also the theme of the party aswell as the entire theme of his outfit, down to his very shoes.

I heard my name being called by Nobara loudly, before I made my way out of Junos room I signaled him to follow.

"Lets head downstairs, aunt Nobara is calling," I then made my way out of Junos room, and I hardly paid attention to what she was calling me for as I was more so focused on Juno, once I made it to the last step on the stairs I noticed a familiar smell.

Only a smell that Satoru had, his own personal smell lingered in my house for the first time. I felt disgusted, I turned my head and I was met with the man I swore up and down that I would never meet again.

There he was, standing in front of me with a black t shirt on, black sweats, black socks, at this point black everything! even his damn nike slides. Nobara took this as a chance to grab Juno as she seen my expression, blank to anger, within seconds.

I felt my stomach churning, I wanted to bomit right then and there. He naturally smirked at me, like this was okay.? Juno was obviously confused, on the fact that a random man showed up looking exactly like him & not just that, also how his own mother knew the man.

Everyone was too busy to pay attention to the tension between me and the man that stood before me, without another thought I grabbed his hand and as aggravated as I was, I wasn't going to make a scene at my sons party. I unlocked the backdoor to the large grassy field behind the house, then slid the thick tinted door closed.

"Why are you here." I yanked my hand back from Satoru as he sighed & crossed his arms over his toned chest.

"To see my son, & his mother that claims to hate me so bad, although we both know you've missed me." I scoffed, was this man serious? like dead serious or is he playing me in my face?

"Are you being completely fucking serious or?"

"Im being so serious."

"I can't, I hate you so bad." It was clear that Satoru was barely paying attention to my words, not in as much as a bad way but not necessarily in a good way.

"Why'd you hide him so long?" Satoru asked as if he didn't just literally spit bs.

"I had no way of contacting you, thats for one, then two does it not process in your head that I quite literally despise your entire existence? I don't want my, I mean our child to turn out like his piece of shit father." I blurted out, regretting some of the things I said but they had to be said, especially since I had been holding this back since forever.

"I want to apologize, I started this entire conversation off wrong, even this entire thing of meeting you again. We left off on bad terms because of me." Satoru genuinely said, this time with no sarcasm or anything. Almost as if he actually meant what he was saying? his usual smirk was replaced with a small frown as his hand rested along the nape of his neck, he refused eye contact with me as he directed his attention to the long grass.

Something in me encouraged me to leap into his arms and forgive him immediately, another part of me wanted to laugh in his face, as if he would never get a "i forgive you" out of me, ever.

"Give me a hug." I lowly sighed as I felt almost, bad for him. Without hesitation Satoru hurried to my grasp, picking me up in an instant as my legs swung around his waist, this wasn't anything more than a hug. He wanted it to be, I wasn't ready for bigger things than just this, even though I wrapped my arms around his neck, his large, rough hands snaked around my thighs and down to cup my butt in both hands.

"I honestly missed you, i apologize for me being childish, I mean more childish than I am now." Satoru whispered into my ear but in all honesty I missed him as well, I didn't allow myself to get close with any other man in a way that was more than a friendship because of how scarred I was by Satoru, this felt like closure.

Something i've been wanting, no needing.

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[xotaemintol]

SUB!TAEMIN x (FEM) READER: SUBBY SEPTEMBER SHORTS DAY 1

“Teach me, touch me, guide me baby.”

PRONOUNS USED: fem reader implied

TWS: Overstimulation, sub!idol, dom!reader, unprotected sex, impact play, edging, sex toys, thigh riding.

WORD COUNT: 723

Taemin’s hips shutter as bright red lashes cover his bare skin, decorating his thighs, chest, hips, and shoulders along with an array of bite marks, scratches, and bruises. His whole body looked like it had been through hell and back, but he loved it, the way you dug your nails into his skin as you demanded him to answer you, how you bit down on his shoulder as you grinded against his thigh, and how the belt felt against his skin, it all felt heavenly his entire body was sensitive to the touch and he felt like he could burst into flames at the slightest touch.

“Please…” He cried out, your hand never stopping as you stroked his sensitive cock with a slowness that had him thrashing around and panting heavily, “Please! I-I’m…gonna cum plea-“ You snatched your hand away and slapped his thigh, slapping it so hard that it made your hand sting and left a bright red print on his soft skin, the sound of it bouncing off the walls along with his loud whimpers and cries. “Who said you were going to cum?” You asked as you got on top of his other thigh, pressing your cunt right onto the sensitive skin knowing that even the slightest touch would have him jumping and whining. “I-I’m sorry! Please forgive ma’am!” He begged, “Please!” You grinned, grabbing his face as you slowly grind yourself against him. “Oh god!” You could feel his thigh muscles contracting and his body trembling.

“Aren’t you selfish?” You teased, “You act like it’s hurting you if I please myself instead of you,” He whimpered, and although his eyes were covered by a thick black cloth you could tell when he turned his head to you that he was pleading with you, “N-No! No! It feels good! Please, please keep going, please keep using me!” You bite your lip, moaning as you go even slower, “So pathetic,” Taemin whimpered, his eyebrows turned upwards as he pouted, “You don’t even deserve it.” You get off his thigh and he immediately whines, squirming around to show how displeased he is by your sudden disappearance. “B-But, I’ve been such a good boy, I’ve been so obedient and I-Ah!” You stop him by slapping his thigh in the same spot you sat on, but this time with the flogger.

“That’s what I expect out of you, I’m not going to praise you for doing the bare minimum…” You grin while tracing it up his thigh, chills raise on his body and his cock twitches as he quietly moaned. “But, I’ll reward you since you’re such a pretty boy.” Taemin didn’t know what to expect, for a second, he thought that you’d finally let him cum, but your hand never returned, then he thought that maybe you were teasing him again by leaving him blindfolded with no idea as to what he was going to do next, but his thoughts were quickly silenced when he felt you mounting him, whimpering as your thighs rubbed the welts on his hips, “M-Ma’am?” He questioned, but you didn’t answer him, instead, you covered his mouth and grabbed his cock while hovering over it.

“Sh, don’t you want to be rewarded?” You bit your lip as the head of his length bumped your cunt, both of you jolting from the slight touch, “Or do you want to continue to be punished for being a brat?” You asked as you uncovered his mouth, he could tell that although this may have seemed like a rhetorical question, you wanted a response so in a desperate voice he said: “No, please ma’am, I want to be rewarded…b-but I’ll cum if you put it inside.” The waver in his voice made you throb, filled with a desire to see him break even more you ignored his warning. “Then you’ll be cumming until I’m satisfied.” Finally, you sink onto him, your walls throbbing around him as he whined loudly, and whimpered at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him, the feeling of being so deep inside of you made him want to cry, and hearing your soft moans only made it worse. “Ma…Ma’am…ple…oh god…please I-I… ’m gonna c-cum!” Butterflies filled his stomach as you let out a breathy laugh and softly kissed him on the cheek.

“Such a naughty kitty…my perfect s-slut.”